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Saw AU Ask Time!
From designing/creating a trap all the way to implementing the trap on their victim, how long on average does it take each dorm to fully complete their assignment?
Please list this in order of least amount time to longest amount of time because it will spice up the order of your answers.
Oooooh what a fun ask! Thank you! (for anyone curious about the Saw AU my friend is referring to: please see this pinned post about our Twisted Wonderland Saw AU)
I am eager to take a break from my busy weekend and relax by thinking about Saw and Twisted Wonderland; two of my favourite things!! :D I will be talking about the absolute fastest timeline each dorm can make; keep in mind that certain circumstances may cause them to expedite certain processes and that the average trap time may be slower if the need is less urgent! :)
(Also, my friend, please don't panic if you think the timelines don't match your fics. I promise, they do! I have plans to make the murders fit into your stories!!)
Diasomnia - they take the least amount of time because Fae rules. Investigating the victim is a cinch for them and their Fae Powers. Parts are easy to obtain for the Heir of Briar Valley, and Lilia's vast network of connections makes finding locations a simple task. The one hang-up is when they're setting up the traps; in order to make sure it's not entirely inescapable by human standards but still presents a challenge and test, Silver is often the one who ends up putting his strength against various trap parts. While it's all supervised and done in a safe environment, Lilia tries to delay it Every. Single. Time. Still, they manage to get through it in a relatively timely manner. Honestly, when reading White Lilies (Kimium's fic about Yuu and Malleus, with a hint of murder in the background), there wasn't a specific timeline, but I imagined the festival was about 1-2 weeks away due to how Malleus said it was fast approaching. Seeing as he only just met Roy (my name for the man as Kimium left him unnamed and granted me the joy of naming him in my companion fic: Rebirth) on that day with Yuu, that would put the entire operation from start to finish within that 1-2 weeks. Honestly, I was thinking closer to 7-10 days. Of course, that's if they are working nonstop to make it happen, but I believe they would because to Malleus nothing trumps Yuu's safety.
Ignihyde - Idia and Ortho are next! And it's very honestly all because of how tech-savvy they are. Idia Shroud doesn't even need your name to start. He hacks the security cameras at the front of shops and tracks your movements, sees where you go, hacks security systems. And once he does have your name? Game over. He's got your social insurance number, your phone number, your address, and a digital copy of your birth records before the day is up. He sets up a virus that you can't even detect, hacks your computer, and uses an algorithm to analyze your online activity, and on a second monitor he's going through your bank information for patterns to see when the best time is to kidnap you. He knows the names of all your contacts and their banking info and schedules within hours. He knows exactly when he could snatch you and how long he would have before anyone noticed you were gone. And with all his tech and the tech for STYX and the fact that it has to be produced somewhere...you can bet your ass he can get access to an abandoned warehouse. The longest part is actually assembling the trap, because, as we've established, Idia doesn't just want a trap. He wants to challenge himself to see what he can do. He's pushing his limits and learning and growing (which like, yes we love to see growth but not with murder Idia!!! lol) and that takes time. But he'd have it done within the month. Guaranteed. So I'm gonna say Idia is typically 2-4 weeks (probably also depends on if he needs a rare part for his trap and needs to wait on account of shipping).
Heartslaybul - okay, I know, I know. You might be thinking "but Meags...Riddle has all these rules and technicalities and he would probably want to make sure everything was exactly right. He would never slap something together half-heartedly, and he also places a ton of restrictions on himself and has an intense perfectionism that would make him take things even slower". And you would be right! Except we also must consider that this is Riddle we are talking about. (insert tour guide voice, for funsies) If I may direct your attention to the Housewarden Trap Designs ask, we can recall that Riddle is one to go for the more simplistic traps. I also think he is one to always be Prepared. He has trap designs ready to be used ahead of time that can be easily tweaked as needed. He may not have them all built, but the design is there. The majority of time is spent on 1. researching the victim because unlike Idia and Malleus, Heartslaybul has to resort to good old in-person tailing and stalking, and 2. assembling the trap. While Deuce may be really good with his hands and mechanical work, he and Ace together spell DISASTER and I imagine there's more than one mishap that occurs...Taking all this into account, I'm thinking 6-8 weeks from start to finish is the fastest timeline for them.
Savanaclaw - To be honest, I don't think there's much difference between Heartslaybul's timeline and Savanaclaw's. Though they have less people, Savanaclaw has both Jack and Ruggie, who are pretty much doubly more efficient than Ace and Deuce (sorry but it's true). Especially if Leona promises Ruggie a bonus (or some fun in the bedroom). Leona, being a prince, has a lot of resources at his disposal. Plus, they have a lot of connections. Let's be real, Leona has his political connections to work with, but we all know Ruggie has connections in every corner of the city. And they run a casino. That's like, dipping into mafia territory. They probably have some sort of handle in the underground as well. And Leona's very smart. He would be the one to "work smarter, not harder", so I think he'd find a way to keep the traps relatively simple (also mentioned in the Housewarden Trap Design ask) so it couldn't take up a lot of his time. So I think Savanaclaw would also be 6-8 weeks.
Pomefiore - Vil, Rook, and Epel are next. While efficient, they do have one thing that kind of limits them: spare time. Vil is so busy with all his auditions, his roles, photoshoots, guest appearances on various talk-shows, etc. He can only devote so much time to the traps. Yes, he has Epel and Rook to help, but we must not forget: There's no way in hell Rook is going to spend time tailing some asshole when he could be watching his boyfriend on the runway. Much as everyone likes to think Rook would just do whatever Vil asks, the truth is that Rook is the only one on the team in Book Five who voted against their own dance team. Rook is, first and foremost, true to his own heart. And his heart wants to see Vil's beauty in every possible moment. And Seven knows Vil cannot leave all the work to Epel. Perish the thought. Also, they must set aside time to visit Yuu and Grim. It is imperative. Because of this, Pomefiore is looking at upward of 8 weeks; probably closer to 9 or 10 weeks, for their fastest trap runtime.
Scarabia - I honestly don't think it's a surprise they're this low on the list. Kalim, for one, would hesitate to kidnap and put someone in a trap, as we've established. Jamil, on the other hand, would spend so much time trying to account for every detail that his planning phase takes *forever*. FOREVER. Jamil. Please. You're killing me. Anyway; once he gets through that planning part, putting the actual trap into motion is easy, but yeah. It's the planning stages that trip up this dorm and cause them to take longer. And Kalim's big heart. He just really doesn't want people to die. I think more than once he has a heart-to-heart with John, and John reminds him that by putting people in the trap he is helping them (at least, in John's twisted point of view) and that makes Kalim feel a little bit better. He might need a pep talk or two to get through the planning though. Three months.
Octavinelle - ok, ok, let's be real. Who else? Who else but Azul? Honestly, that boy. Ok, so we all know Azul is a perfectionist to rival Riddle, but he is also almost as busy as Vil (especially in this au, where we have him not only running a chain of Monstro Lounges, but also doing consults on the side). Yes, he does have an ever-growing list of people to trap, but he has to make sure it is the *right* time for all of them, and he has to make sure everything goes without a hitch. In fact, the only reason it doesn't take him even longer than it already does is because he has Jade and Floyd. He can 1. outsources (some) work to them, and 2. they push him to stop fussing over details and just do something (I imagine if it comes to this, Floyd makes some sort of fuss; like a cat shoving a cup off the counter if they don't get enough attention). That being said; I think Azul also spends a whole lotta time in the planning stages, much like Jamil. Things are likely a lot faster once he has all the pieces ready to be put together (Probably partly because he gets Jade and Floyd to help more with this part). Three to four months. For his fastest traps. And this is only once he's actually decided on a victim(s) that is/are approved by John. Jigsaw help me.
Alrighty! There you have it, friend! My rankings from fastest to slowest, with an estimate on how long it takes each dorm to do the entire trap process!
(I also need you to know I currently have 10 tabs open on my computer to answer this ask...lol)
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redflagshipwriter · 10 hours
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Reassembly 6
Masterpost is here.
Peter woke up on the library sofa that he was beginning to think of as his and hefted his bag over his shoulder.
He was doing okay. Really, he was fine. Considering that he was a minor with no resources or adults to help him, his life wasn't so bad.
Last night he'd gone to the gym early and thought about washing his dirty clothes in the shower. He hadn't, but he figured he would have to eventually. He could wear everything at least twice before it was an issue, right?
He chewed on that thought on his way to get breakfast. Today's hotel buffet had boiled eggs, which was new and exciting hotel fare. He made buttery whole grain toast and tried to calculate how many calories he was probably getting on this breakfast buffet lifestyle. ….on the good buffet days 1000 per day, at least.
There was no chance that it was enough to fuel Spider-Man. He had whole fat milk and juice to bulk it up, instead of water, but he knew it really wasn't enough.
‘Maybe I should be going to two buffets per day. They'd notice if I took a day's worth of meals from any one place, but they're open for hours.’
This place was one of the ones that had little plastic tubs of peanut butter with the peel off lid. With a guilty look over at the inattentive desk worker, Peter pocketed a couple for a snack later in the day. The only other non-refrigerated thing that looked small enough to pocket were rolls, and there weren't a ton of those. He took one.
He still had most of the cash from the wallet, but the idea of spending it seemed like a bad one. He might need it a lot more in the future.
‘I should look into food banks?’ That seemed right. There'd been a time after Uncle Ben died that Aunt May had gotten help that way.
Hopefully not for long. Maybe that potential client would hire him today. And them-
….how would they pay him? Peter put his face in his hands and breathed into his fingers for a bit. He didn't have a bank account. Could he open a bank account using only his birth certificate? Probably not! He definitely needed to figure out the social security number thing. Fast.
Peter didn't cry but it was a close thing. It was just… it was all so overwhelming. Nothing was just easy. He couldn't even just work and get paid because there were a billion steps needed before you could get money you'd earned.
Grimly, he wondered if there was something else. There was probably a way to get paid under the table, same day. Manual labor? Some kind of bottom barrel criminal stuff like smuggling or whatever it was people did with drugs?
He wouldn't mind the manual labor, except that it would be a very big problem for his under-fueled metabolism. But he probably had to choose hunger over small time crime. Didn't he? Peter bit his lip and wondered what Aunt May would say. She'd never broken the law, he was pretty sure. But she was a huge proponent of children getting to eat. Maybe she'd forgive him.
That was probably all beside the point. Peter didn’t know how to do any of that. He couldn’t survive by doing crime if he tried. He was kind of relieved to dismiss the idea that way.
‘School really might be my way out,’ Peter thought longingly. ‘If I get a scholarship and housing, that’s a ton of my problems solved right there. I’d be able to get a legit job a lot easier with an address and maybe a student ID.’
That was a longer term plan, then. For now, he had to figure out how to eat until that panned out.
Unbidden, he remembered Kon’s unused kitchen and endless credit cards.
Peter instantly felt a deep well of shame. He wasn’t going to use Kon like that. He wasn’t befriending Kon to benefit. That would be majorly messed up.
He was really looking forward to their planned hangout today, though. He didn’t feel guilty at the thought that he’d probably get to eat there if he cooked. That was normal, that was the kind of thing that friends did. It would be weirder to invite him over and not eat together.
They hadn’t exactly picked a time. Peter figured he would kill time until the library opened at 10, check his email, maybe study a little, and then head over. He didn’t want to go over there so early that Kon fed him both lunch and dinner. It had been fine last time, but it would be tacky to orchestrate that on purpose.
Social Security numbers. Peter mentally reframed the day’s mission to that. He’d check the email, sure, but rather than studying coding he was going to figure out how to get a social security number.
Well. Two. One for his real name, and one for his office workersona.
Peter cleared out of the hotel lobby when he heard an employee start to move around in the office behind the desk. He went to another hotel, got a piece of toast, fruit, and coffee, and then killed time by walking around for a couple of hours.
He wound through the morning crowds with an easy grace and enjoyed the pretense that he was one of them, a regular guy headed to work or something. It felt good to be lost in a crowd and have absolutely no one look at him like he was sticking out. He was having a terrible time but honestly, for a homeless jobless teenager, he was doing a really good job. He didn’t look weird or smell bad, and he’d figured out at least a short term survival strategy and a long term plan that he was working towards.
Oh. Peter felt a twist in his gut. He didn’t stop walking but he felt guilty about it. He probably shouldn’t be mindlessly burning energy by walking around, not when he was eating maybe half of what an average human should eat per day. Mr. Stark had put his ideal intake around 3500 calories, more if he was active. He had a lot of muscle that he really didn’t want his body to cannibalize for fuel.
…There were still a couple hours until the library opened. Peter really, really wished he at least had a library card. If he’d been able to take out a book he could sit on a bench somewhere and kill time without looking too weird. He could even go to a diner and get like, a one dollar black coffee and hang out. Since this was a fantasy, he went ahead and mentally added a cinnamon roll to the imaginary order. Wow, luxury!
Peter laughed to himself. No one looked at him, because this was New York City and a kid laughing on the sidewalk was banal.
It was a weird little goal, but it made him smile. He’d fix his life. He’d have a legal identity, and a place to sleep, and be able to go to school and work. When he got to that point he’d be able to go to a restaurant and order a cinnamon roll and not worry about anything, except how he was going to get back to his universe or whatever. You know, just the normal concerns, not survival.
He killed time in a park, watching ducks bob around and groom each other. The sunshine did something for his mood. When he felt it had been long enough he went to the library and followed through on his plan. He didn’t have any emails yet, except a notification from the job site saying that employers were looking at his profile and he could see who, for a nominal fee!
Peter deleted the email, disgruntled. Seemed kinda predatory.
He went on to learn about the social security system. Apparently they were assigned randomly, and there were multiple physical addresses that issued cards. There were more of them than he’d expected. He found one in a 3rd floor address nearby that was open from 7am to 4 pm and figured out how to get there and what the building looked like. Then he did more reading, brow furrowed, trying to figure out what to do.
It might be more secure to make it look like he was an immigrant who got a social security number assigned as an adult. If he claimed to be from out of the country, then it would be harder to research where he supposedly came from.
On the other hand, he didn’t want to lose his identity as a New Yorker. That was important to him. Peter bit his lower lip and thought it over.
Actually. You didn’t have to be born in the states to be a real New Yorker. He made up imaginary back stories for both of his IDs. The worksona was a born citizen, because Peter didn’t think that was likely to get looked into much. Since that person didn’t really exist, he was going to abandon it as soon as he didn’t need it.
His real ID for the universe was going to be from overseas. He decided that he’d been born in… Moldova.
Peter took a moment to look up Moldova to be sure it still existed in this universe. It did, and it seemed about the same. No travel restrictions to the United States, but not much economic power. It was not a common place to come from, but that fit his purposes. He didn’t want someone to ask why he didn’t speak whatever his supposed native language was.
…Peter made a mental note to look up language resources. Even if he’d supposedly emigrated at a young age, it would be more convincing if he knew at least a little. And it would be a good way to spend some time.
Huh. That was an idea. He probably couldn’t take books out of the library, but he could get a notebook and a pencil for like, 2 dollars, and take notes here. Then he’d have something to study in the hours he was outside with nothing to do. He’d look a lot less weird just sitting around if he looked like a student.
He took a minute to look up their flag and a few trivia points. Then Peter called it good enough for now and started off towards Kon’s apartment.
It would be a lie to say that it was convenient. It could have been worse, but it was far enough that Peter would have used the subway if he had the money to spend.
…He made a note to look into subway hopping. That wasn’t a real crime. It shouldn’t cost anything to use public transportation, it was literally built for public use. But right now, on the way to see a friend, seemed like a bad time to possibly get held up for a misdemeanor.
So he walked. It took him 40 minutes to get to the apartment block. He ducked into a dollar store that he passed on the way to get the notebook and pencil he had decided on, feeling good about it. His stomach grumbled when he passed the cooler with sandwiches and drinks. He ignored it as best as he could and directed his gaze elsewhere. It was easier to be hungry when there wasn’t food nearby.
Peter knocked on the door with his knuckles.
The door opened before he could call out. Kon grinned down at him and then whooshed back to let him in.
“Thanks,” he said. “Have a good day so far?”
Kon shrugged. The light caught on the metal spikes on his jacket with the movement. He turned around and walked ahead of Peter. “I was out of town ‘til this morning, sleepover with some friends,” he said.
Somehow the sight of his absurd muscles peeking out the mesh window startled a cough out of Peter, even though he’d been there when Kon modified the jacket.
“How about you?”
Peter’s brain took a moment to come online. “Uh, I was at the library this morning,” he said. At the weird look Kon gave him, he shrugged self consciously and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m looking into college stuff,” he justified. That was really normal.
“...College, huh.” Now Kon looked uncomfortable. “You must be smart.”
Peter’s face burnt red. “In some ways,” he dodged. “Are you gonna go?”
Kon blinked at him. “I mean….” He gestured at himself with one hand. “I’m not exactly the type, am I?”
“Because you’re hot?” Peter asked, confused. What else was that gesture at his pecs supposed to illustrate?
They stared at each other. Then Kon broke out into snickers. “Because I’m not that smart,” Kon said, like it was a fact of life. “It’s just not for me.”
Kon was laughing, but Peter felt… he felt kind of angry, actually. “Who told you that?” he demanded. He curled his hands into fists in his pockets. “Why don’t you think you’re smart? Eff that. You could go to college. Maybe you should go with me,” he added impulsively. He could help Kon figure it out. Honestly, Kon probably needed help if his parents weren’t talking to him about school or a job.
“Where are you going?” Kon asked. He cocked his head to the side.
Ah. Well. “I’m not very far in the process yet, but I was thinking about Gotham U for engineering,” Peter admitted.
Kon started laughing for real. “Gotham,” he gasped. “Gotham? Me, in Gotham?”
Peter felt his shoulders hunch up. “They have a good program,” he said stiffly. He hadn’t thought Kon would laugh at him. His throat felt tight. He took a step backwards without thinking about it. Maybe this was a mistake.
Somehow Kon tuned into his mood even without looking. He held up a hand, flustered through the remnants of his snickers. “No– no, I mean, I have a friend in Gotham,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to bring that up as a possibility.”
Oh. The stiffness in his shoulders relaxed, just a bit.
“Maybe I should go,” Kon mused. “And surprise him. That would be really funny.”
Peter shrugged.
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camels-pen · 1 year
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A Jarring Discovery
Ectoberhaunt day 10 - Harvest & Hunger
Summary: They were supposed to go to the movies.
warning: major character death, vivisection, blood, gore
Ao3 Link | 2nd part of the a life cut short series
Kyle knocked several times. The chipper and ever-prepared voice that was always just a bit too energetic… didn’t answer. 
“Hey, is anybody home?” He called. Still no rushed response nor the echoes of stomping feet running down an old wooden staircase to hastily rip open the door, as if leaving him outside even a moment more would cause him to spontaneously combust. 
Kyle backed up, eyeing Jazz’s window and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Yo, Jazz!” he yelled. No crashes. No loud stumbling. No grumpy I-definitely-just-woke-up-and-hate-my-sister’s-friends voice shouting from the adjacent window that the front door was open and to quit with the yelling already!
He texted her. Waited five minutes as he cycled through various social media. 
No response.
Kyle hummed. He didn’t want to play this card, but Jazz had left him no choice.
Kyle grinned as he pulled out the Fenton Lipstick Laser—given to him for emergencies only, including but not limited to: “suspected” ghost attacks. 
Obviously he tested it—strictly for safety reasons, of course—which led to the discovery that, on the highest setting, it could cut through steel.
Clearly, this counted as an emergency and considering he is using it as Jazz’s parents intended, he’ll be completely forgiven. Thus, no harm done. 
It really was a shame though, the Fentons’ will have to make a whole new anti-ghost locking system for their door. It might even cause their home security system to have problems and all sorts of ghosts will be able to come and go with ease—
Yeah, Kyle loved this thing.
He felt so much destructive joy cutting their door lock into little tiny pieces and then stepping on it for good measure as he walked inside.
“Jazz? I’m totally here to rescue you from the ghost that’s torturing you or whatever.” Kyle twirled the Lipstick Laser between his fingers, never fumbling as he checked the first floor of the house. Nothing.
“Mrs. Fenton? Are you guys around?” Kyle poked his head into all the open rooms on the second floor. Still nothing.
He plopped himself down on the living room couch with a sigh. “Maaaan, did her dad drag her to help set up for the mayor’s rally today or something?”
His eyes drifted to the heavy metal door cutting the basement lab off from the rest of the house. Kyle had only been down there once, but the vibes down there were pretty bad.
Jazz would probably be there if she was helping Danny with half-ghost stuff though.
Kyle walked up to the lab door and stared at it.
It'd probably be a bad idea to shoot the laser at it right? Like, there might be flammable stuff on the other side. Maybe.
Though… he really wanted to shoot the laser again.
Valiantly, Kyle resisted the temptation and knocked. 
“It’s sound-proof,” Jazz had said. “Great for fixing up Danny with no one noticing. Not so great for accidentally locking myself in there after everyone’s gone to bed.”
Ugh, right. What was the code for the door again? And where the heck did they even put the number pad?
Kyle slapped the walls around the door in clockwise increments before the pad popped out of the wall beside the bottom left corner.
It took him a good 15 minutes of trying to remember the code Jazz showed him last time, but he got it right eventually. Several mechanical whirrs started up as the door slowly rose from the floor.
Once it was half open, Kyle ducked under it, an easy smile on his face as he leisurely strolled down the steps. “Hey, Jazz. So, just telling you now, I totally fucked up your front door lock—”
Jazz lay with her head lolled to the side, eyes blank and unfocused while strapped to a metal table. Her chest was cut open and the skin pinned to the metal surface with dried blood staining her clothes, the table, and the floor underneath it. 
Mrs. Fenton stared at him from her place at Jazz’s side, her arms frozen inside a broken rib cage and strangely empty torso. A glint of light caught Kyle’s eye and he mechanically moved his gaze to the side.
On a pristine table behind Mrs. Fenton, there sat a group of glowing green jars that held the outlines of familiar shapes: a liver, a pair of lungs, and a heart.
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locria-writes · 2 years
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untitled pt. 4.2/?
general notes -- enemy-kun?? and rival-kun?? :O
last edit -- 07/07/22
She never cared for parties.
The ones she enjoyed were held by her peers, which usually included a lot of smuggled alcohol for underage drinking (which she never partook in due to both a severe intolerance and flush reaction) and encouraged group-insanity. Those parties, while stressful due to the noise and number of people present, were stupidly fun. It was just a shame they were few and far between due to the monstrous workload from school.
The ones she did frequently go to felt like death by boredom. They were full of old self-important people, and while she did appreciate their ruthless backstabbing ways, it just wasn’t as entertaining as watching someone be forced to stuff as many marshmallows as they can into their mouth. They were stuffy, full of old and dated rules, half of which were unspoken, and in general, were just advanced methods of psychological abuse. The worst part was having to look and play nice.
It was around 21:00, about halfway through the party, and Symphora was already near tears. She had no idea where Elliot went; he had gotten up from their table about half an hour ago, saying he had promised to check in with his parents by this time, and just never came back (should she be worried?). The rest of her table was gone too – Lucianus Vidal and Salvius Ioffe disappeared to who knows where immediately after dinner concluded some ninety minutes ago; Serenus Noh left to go shoot his shot with whatever woman would have him, and she didn’t particularly care to know where Regulus went. The table to her left where her other peers sat was similarly empty, most of them were like Elliot, born from poor families, and so they had long since gotten up to mingle and find a sponsor.
Her father and his girlfriend were busy socializing, and while she could spot them from where she was sitting, there was no way in hell she was going over there. Cato should be around somewhere working, and while she saw Lieutenant Cantrell’s name on the guest list, she hadn’t seen him all evening.
In other words, she was completely alone, or, at least devoid of any meaningful company. She really should have twisted Januaria’s arm and forced her to attend.
She stifled a pained sigh, opting instead to stir the straw of her ginger ale as she tuned out the chatter around her. She’d already texted Elliot several times, and she was more than a little concerned by his silence. He was a sweet boy, and the people here were vultures, and she most certainly did not trust them to have common decency. Maybe she should try to go find him, maybe put up a few ‘have you seen this boy’ posters too…
“Did all your friends abandon you?”
How did she not notice someone’s presence? Symphora blinked, stiffening as she took in the appearance of this new person who appeared like a ghost. He looked rather young, a bit older than herself, so she figured probably late teens or early twenties, and quite handsome too, in her objective and seasoned opinion. He had medium brown skin, black hair, and a pair of startlingly bright amber eyes. She was a bit ashamed to say she simply stared at him for a moment before composing herself with her politest fake smile. “I’m sorry, but that’s a bit personal, isn’t it?”
The man laughed lightly. “Sorry, that was rude, but I just didn’t know how to start a conversation with you.”
“I’m in secondary school.”
“I know – I mean, I just wanted to chat with someone who wasn’t twice my age.”
She regarded him carefully, taking a sip of her drink to make it a little less awkward. He must be military; she can see it in his posture. “I don’t believe I recognize you.”
“Ah, where are my manners?” He smiled disarmingly, and she nearly fell for it. She really should try to fix her weakness for pretty faces. “My name’s Dorian Saïdi, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sun.”
“You look pretty young to have secured an invitation here.”
“I’m just a plus one. An old friend of mine invited me, saying it’d do me a world of good to network here.”
“I see.” She couldn’t pick out anything outwardly unsettling about him, but she couldn’t quell the disquiet in her gut either. “Well, if you would excuse me, I need to freshen up.”
“Take care, Miss Sun.” He didn’t stop her from getting up, and instead, continued smiling as he waved a hand. “I hope we meet again soon.”
I sure hope we don’t, but she smiled back, lowering her head a bit in acknowledgement before walking as fast as politely possible out of the banquet hall. She’d wait it out in the ladies’ room, waste some time on her phone, and try to find Elliot or Serenus.
Luckily, it was empty, so breathing a sigh of relief, Symphora took out her phone to check the time, 21:34, and was baffled to see nearly two dozen missed calls and over fifty messages from Januaria and the other girls in their class. Claudia Abbas was hosting a girls’ night today, which she had really wanted to go to because things were always chaotic and fuelled by bad choices when they all got together.
She tapped Januaria’s number, and with just two rings, it was picked up.
“Syma! Oh thank god you picked up, I thought you finally died!” Januaria’s words were a little too loud, and more than a little slurred. Ah, they must have cracked open the booze.
“Do I look like I’d die that easily?” Judging by the chorus of greetings, she must be on speaker.
“I thought you and Regulus would’ve killed each other by now,” Claudia said a little too loudly.
“How much have you guys drank?”
“Uh…”
“Just a little bit?” Januaria offered.
“A couple of shots?” Victorina Sharma must have shouted that from across the room.
“Like…uh…a few bottles?” Antonia Quy was probably telling the truth. She couldn’t lie sober, and she absolutely couldn’t lie drunk.
“I’m guessing it wasn’t wine.”
Hilaria’s voice was a bit muffled as she shouted, “No, we had a bottle, right?”
“Two bottles! Sparkling rosé, and then the uh…what’s it called…the cold one!”
“Ice wine.”  
“Yeah, yeah, ice wine!”
“Oh, we also had strawberry daiquiri! It was so good with the samosas!”
While she couldn’t drink, she still felt her mouth water at the mention of such sweet drinks, and more than a tinge of envy. All she had for dinner were a couple glasses of ginger ale, and some mouthfuls from the five-course dinner because people wouldn’t leave her in peace to eat. “Then what did you guys do shots of? No way you did it with wine.”
There was a chorus of giggles, and Vita Patel was the only to have sort of gathered herself enough to answer, albeit with much laughter. “The recipe called it a…uh…a…”
“You know what, I think I get the idea.” They always did like looking up vulgarly-named drinks to try.
“Wait, Syma, where are you right now? It’s sounds way too quiet,” Januaria asked.
She could feel her cheeks warming from embarrassment as she took in her situation. Calling her friends in the washroom during a banquet totally wasn’t pathetic at all. “Um…I’m in the washroom…?”
Understandably, Januaria started cackling (sometimes, she sounds a lot like a witch, which is pretty apt for her personality). “That’s so sad!”
“Yeah, you know what, I’ll let you guys go back drinking. Have fun guys, and don’t get alcohol poisoning!” She ended the call and put her phone back on silent. She didn’t want to hang out in the washroom any longer, but wasn’t sure if that Saïdi guy was still there, so she spent some time fixing her hair and makeup, or rather, feigning to do so, smiling politely at a couple of older women who entered in the meantime.
Symphora checked the time again, 21:58, and figured it was probably all right to leave now. If that weirdo was still hanging around, she could probably slip into a crowd and bear the dry socialization.
“What the fuck were you doing in there for so long?” She left, only to immediately happen upon Regulus, who glowered at her while leaning against the wall. Again, as much as she loathed him, she could very much admire that he finally looked quite smart in his suit. Maybe she should ask who the designer was so she could tip them for capitalizing on Regulus’ good looks.
“Holy shit, are you actually stalking me? Are you obsessed with me or something? Here to profess your undying love?”
“No, and I’d rather hang myself if that ever happened.” She wondered why his face was starting to flush. She never really saw him drink at any of these events before, but considering his horrible personality, it was probably for the best he knock himself out while doing shots.
“Feel free to do it even if it never happens.” She raised a brow. “So, you’re just some sick perv who likes hanging outside washrooms? Got a piss fetish or something?”
“Gross.” He crinkled his nose. “There wasn’t anyone at our table, and I didn’t want to deal with other people.”
“You mean you just didn’t want your mother to yell at you.”
He glared at her. “I bet your dad would do the same if he knew you were hiding in the washroom.”
“I wasn’t hiding – it was a tactical withdrawal.” She turned, heading back to the banquet hall, and keenly aware that he was right on her heels.
“A tactical withdrawal from what?”
She glanced back at him, unsure of what to make of his tone. “Some guy who was almost as perverted as you, and would you stop following me?”
“I’m not following you, and what do you mean by perverted?”
“My god, you were standing outside the women’s room for who knows how long? That’s pretty fucked up.”
“Not that, dipshit.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Don’t tell me what is and isn’t – “
“Hey, shut up.”
“Make me, dwarf.”
Would it be socially acceptable to kick him between the legs? She was wearing a pair of rather tall heels with pointed toes, so surely that would do some damage. But they were already back in the banquet hall, so instead, she settled on violently stepping on him instead.
“Ow, what the fuck?”
“Sorry, my bad.” She couldn’t have sounded more insincere if she tried.
To her relief, the weirdo was gone from their table, and Elliot and Serenus had returned from wherever they were.
“Elliot, where were you?”
“Syma, where were you?”
“Why are you two coming back together?” Serenus asked, looking back and forth between them as they returned to their seats.
“Unlucky coincidence.”
“He’s stalking me.”
“Why the fuck would I wanna stalk a bitch like you?”
“See? He’s totally obsessed with me.”
Poor Serenus sighed, rubbing his temples. “Look, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s perfectly normal – “
“Noh, I swear to god if you continue with that sentence….” It was nice to not be on the receiving end of Regulus’ glare for once.
He held up his hands, shrugging. “Fine, whatever. I was just hoping someone was having better luck than me tonight.”
“Elliot, why’d you disappear on me like that?”
“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to, promise!” Oh no, he was wearing his puppy eyes, and worse yet, he had prepared a bribe of mille-feuille that he pushed in her direction. “I just went to call my dad when a bunch of people just wouldn’t let me go.”
“Oh, poor Elli.” Her favour was very cheap, purchasable for one of anything she enjoyed eating.
“Yeah, yeah, poor Elliot, attacked by ruthless harpies.” Serenus nodded sagely, sipping his probably alcoholic drink.
“I dunno, that sounds like a you problem.” Regulus, of course, was not sympathetic.
“Well, I guess you’d never understand, seeing that you have a face that even your mother doesn’t love.”
“At least I know my mother.”
Symphora shrugged, not particularly bothered by that because it was true, but Elliot looked scandalized, and Serenus finally decided to act like the oldest one here. “Can the two of you shut up and behave for once? Syma, stop provoking him, and Regulus, that was rude.”
“She started it.”
“That was some pretty tame banter for us.”
Serenus pinched his nose. “I swear to god, if you two don’t shut up, I’m calling your parents, got it?”
It was a very effective threat, and the two of them obliged his demand, therefore, the rest of the evening passed in an ordinary and boring fashion, save for near the end of the night.
The banquet hall was almost empty now, since it was past midnight. Her father had received a call, so she was waiting for him to finish so they could leave, when two familiar figures caught her eye – the weirdo pervert Saïdi, and Lieutenant Cantrell.
On one hand, it was truly a blessing for her eyes to see such beautiful humans together, but on the other, it struck her as a bit odd. She couldn’t put her finger on it, and logically, it wasn’t that weird. They probably came from a similar background after all – Cantrell was a second-generation Concordian, meaning his parents had immigrated here from either Earth or the Lunar Territories, while the pervert was definitely a first-generation immigrant, judging by his given name.
They just appeared to be chatting amicably, nothing suspicious at all, but she still felt uneasy, especially when her eyes met with Saïdi, and he smiled in that disarming way of his.
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I shouldn't be writing this right now. I should be studying for my AP gov test, if anything, but I'd rather not do that. I should be working on my AP lit creative project on The Handmaid's Tale right now. I should be working on my AP computer science principles video game right now.
I think I'm taking too many APs. I didn't have too much of a choice in the matter, my mother made me take all of them because my schedule last year got fucked up and I couldn't fix it before the add/drop period ended. Still, I think I'm taking too many. Honestly, AP computer science principles shouldn't even count as an AP class - it's extremely easy and no one I've talked to says it comes remotely close to a real college course. Earlier today I took an exam for AP compsci and one of the questions was written wrong (I think) but the teacher didn't seem to notice, and no one else did. Maybe I got it wrong and everyone else is right.
Previous APs I've taken have been rather successful. AP world history was the worst, probably from my insanely overbearing teacher, but I got a 5 nonetheless. Everyone told me AP language and composition was extremely difficult, but I found it to be relaxing. I got a 5 on it as well.
Right now, I was supposed to have a meeting with one of my voice teachers asking for feedback on my auditions, but she rescheduled it. I tried to get other errands done and then everyone I needed to talk to was away or busy so I couldn't get anything of that sort done. Talking to people is difficult, especially when it involves asking for something. Asking for something feels needy, like I'm incapable of doing the thing myself; although I am incapable of doing the thing it's usually because I don't have access to the information. For example: recently, I needed to set up a Federal Student Aid account and therefore needed my social security number, which I did not have. Had I known this information, I would have made this account a long time ago, but because I had to ask, I kept putting it off and putting it off until I could put it off no longer.
I can no longer put off my homework - I have much to do. Busy, busy, like Korsakov's bumblebee!
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So it's been a while, but after a flurry of activity over the past few months, I'm both tired enough that I feel like venting some more, and I have the time to just run my mouth (or fingers) for a little.
I've finished grad school (masters in mechanical engineering, 3.57 GPA) and my wife and I have moved from the townhouse I bought five years back to a single-family unit backing up to woods in a quieter area, so that's cool. Selling the other house, and looking forward to closing.
Anyway, complaining. I know this is largely anecdotal on my end, but this blog is where I go to prattle on in my own subjectivity, so whatever.
I'm not typically one to subscribe wholesale to generational politics, but I've seen a lot of bullshit takes from people my age (millennial) lately. Maybe it's the surge of Twitter users coming back to the site, but I've seen a lot of it has never really gone entirely away.
I see a lot of people complaining online, and while I don't take issue with that on principle, I tend to look at these and wonder how much of it is self-inflicted, and how much is hypocritical, and I'm noticing that there's a lot of people who are interested in complaining for the sake of complaining and let themselves into their own situation. It's really got me wondering just how different we are from boomers, despite how much we like to complain about them.
What's got me thinking about this more lately is the discussion of student loan cancellation. Estimates from a neutral/left-leaning federal debt watchdog group estimate that the upcoming cancellation is liable to cost enough where the Inflation Reduction Act - Biden's scaled back Build Back Better - wouldn't actually be enough to offset the expenses of cancellation for ten years, and would still allow student loans to get back to their current levels within about six years. So this is a lot bigger of an expenditure than most people probably realize. As in, even with the added tax revenue from taxing those in high income margins, student loans would be back at the level they are today before the government could make enough from these taxes to make up what this would cost.
This got me thinking, it sounds a lot like tax cuts and increased spending under Reagan. Boomers back in that day wanted easier finances/better quality of life, demanded it from the government, and the government gave a feel-good response of "don't worry about it, that's a problem for decades away" and increased expenditures without taxing to match, resulting in a lot of the federal debt we have today, and why Social Security is so often a concern that a lot of people my age don't expect to be able to rely on it when they retire.
What was the mindset? "There's no reason we should be living in this day and age, in such a modern country with all this technological advancement, and have to put up with the status quo. Don't throw numbers at me, don't tell me that this is going to adversely affect the future, don't tell me it will screw over my kids and grandkids if I have any - I want everything made easier, and I demand I get it without putting in my 'fair share' of work, and I won't vote for anyone who tries to stop it."
So now we have threats to Social Security, increased federal debt, and increased general government expenditures that have to be kept up year-on-year. Are there benefits that came from it all? Absolutely. But only a fool genuinely thinks that the financial decisions of the 80s and 90s didn't contribute to today's economy and federal debt.
Fast forward to today, and we have a generation of people who are shackled be student debt. Some 40-60% of student loan holders don't even have four-year degrees - it's that bad. People are looking for some relief, and it sounds like after pausing student loans for most of COVID, student loan cancellation is likely to be issued ($10k per borrower earning less than $125k annually/part of a family making less than $250k annually, doubled relief for those on Pell grants). While that would be enough for a lot of borrowers to wipe their slates clean, there are still some with more debt - sometimes six digits of debt - who would still have loans to pay off, and are demanding further cancellations.
This is just more "passing the buck" for debt onto future generations. This will still have to be paid for in taxes to cover the difference, and plenty of people will still be in the same situation with tons owed. And future generations will look at us as dumb, greedy and irresponsible in general, much in the same way that we look at boomers.
(For what it's worth, I'm not here to knock anyone for seeking to get any of their loans cancelled. If it's offered, that's fair game.)
Talking with people my age - in person, online with friends, and seeing randos on the internet - shows me something of a pattern in people pushing for loans, or asking the government to act as a panacea for most of their issues, and it's either a lack of personal responsibility or the assertion that they better understand the way the world works when their lack of knowledge thereof played a significant part in why they're in a position to need help, and to be generally so sour about it.
Probably the most annoying one - although I've seen it spelled out explicitly less often anymore - is "the system failed me." While there are undoubtedly some who were failed by the system, I more often than not find people who got frustrated, didn't follow "the system" as it's often described, and then throw a fit when things don't work out after they don't follow instructions. I was told the same as most - study hard and do well in school, work hard at your job, use your work ethic and some level of education/training/specialized skill to work your way to a job that pays well, and use your money wisely - buy a home, invest, pay down debt, etc. I've seen tons of people complain that they're saddled with student debt from school, and they either never finished or they went to get a degree without any significant job prospects. Like, I understand that you're not supposed to have your life figured out by the time you're nearing the end of high school, but if you're getting ready to sign for and take on tens of thousands of dollars in debt as a young adult and you haven't even given thought to how likely it is that you'll be able to pay it back, you can't claim that you were some victim without any idea of what you were signing up for. You don't just magically owe an annual salary's worth of money without giving approval to take on the loans.
There's also thought to be given to whether to even go to college, and for what degree program. I understand that our generation was told by our parents that we absolutely had to go to college or we'd basically be failures, but there were definitely options available. I knew people who didn't go to school and just went into hourly work, and while they're not on top of the world, they don't have mountains of debt to deal with. And that says nothing of trade school - I've worked blue collar jobs, and even as an engineer, I work beside blue collar workers, and they do very well for themselves - union workers by me often make more in their effective hourly rate than I do. But I see tons of people my age eschew blue collar work - "it's to hard," "it doesn't pay enough," "I don't like the kind of people in that line of work," etc. Yes, it's hard work - it's supposed to be hard. It absolutely pays enough - just look at the average income in your area of an electrician, or plumber, or welder, or machinist, and look at the cost in time and money to complete a program to become an apprentice in that field. And you've got to be willing to deal with people who don't think like you do - you can't genuinely claim to be more tolerant if you are unwilling to so much as listen to thoughts and approaches other than what you've already decided is undeniably fact about how the world works when you're not yet 30, and I promise that if this is a sticking point for you, then you're deep into an echo chamber because most people don't need shelter from someone else's disagreeable idea.
I've seen plenty of people going around pushing the mindset that "skilled labor is a myth," which is bullshit in its own right. "Your boss will just replace you" no, they'll replace YOU, because you didn't make any effort to make yourself irreplaceable. Everyone knows the story of the engineer that Ford hired back in the 1910s or 1920s and was asked to mark a location for work to be performed, drew an X on the wall and demanded $1000, and when asked for a detailed invoice from Ford, said "$1 to draw the X, and $999 to know where to draw it." That comes from working to be specialized and skilled enough to call the shots. Engineers bust their asses for so much as a bachelors - and I mean that objectively, as my class of engineers was forced to take a business course in one of the top 40 business universities in the country, and all got B+ to A while 2/3 of the business majors dropped out because it was too hard (and then bullied the professor in our reviews to the point where he quit - that's what you get for designing a course around praising the work of Thomas Edison to a class full of engineers). Most STEM majors bust their asses. Hell, there are tons of majors who bust their asses and study in ways that others either can't or won't, to to jobs which absolutely have to be done. That's just basic competition to defend your own salary. The trades are hardly any different. People complain about how hard it is to work in retail, and while it certainly sucks, most of that comes down to managers and customers. I worked a year for retail, almost exclusively maintenance and pushing carts, so I was working just as hard as anyone else out there, and I'll tell you it was a cakewalk compared to engineering undergrad. Willingness to work hard to specialize yourself will get into a job where you're harder to get rid of and where your actions will be seen more clearly by your boss, and believe me, the mindset of "working harder doesn't get you recognized" is absolutely false once you're in a role where you're not easily replaced. I'm in a position where I'm one of seven people legally allowed to make the decisions I make - which often deal with millions of dollars of equipment supporting billions of dollars of equipment - across the entire nation; two of those seven are likely to retire soon, and one deals with formal policy as the head and doesn't often make those decisions. That means that in a year or so, I'll be one of only four people actively making these decisions.
That specialization comes from working hard and being dedicated to the work. I spent the time in engineering undergrad, then focused on making myself indispensable by working under some of the more knowledgeable (and more prickly, and honestly distastefully-opinionated) people, and dealing with the bullshit. Dealing with the knowledgeable people got me to better understand the unique work I do, and dealing with the bullshit helped me convince my employer to pay for grad school because I demonstrated I was worth keeping around.
I also see a lot of people complaining about how much landlords suck. And yeah, they do. Like, I've seen some and had one who weren't absolute dogshit, but as a general rule, I kind of see them as leeches. When I moved from Maryland up to Pennsylvania, I was so tired of paying money I'd never see again to live in a home I couldn't change to my preferences and play by the rules of a landlord, I chose to buy a home when I moved. I had to settle for a starter home, took an FHA loan, and did plenty of work putting sweat equity into the house, but I bought it five years ago entirely on my own and when I was making about 40% of what I make now. It really just came down to living a little farther outside of the city to find something affordable. I see tons of people complain that they don't want to live "in the middle of nowhere" to keep costs down, but that's honestly about all it takes. This house wasn't in the middle of nowhere - a 3 bed 1 bath townhouse for $80k outside of Philadelphia (this was 5 years ago, and I know that the current market is wildly different than that was, but hopefully the market finally crashes and people can buy - although I hope my last house sale closes first, obviously). But you don't have to go too far into suburbia to get a decent deal on the purchase of a home when the market is down, and then you're building equity as you pay off the mortgage and have a house to your name, you can do what you want with and in your house, you don't have a landlord to answer to, you can adopt any pets you want and have anyone over whenever you want - it really just comes down to being willing to go outside of your comfort zone to make the commitment.
And this is all simple stuff that requires hard work, forethought, and commitment. All of it, just taking the time and making the effort to make yourself, and your life, better. But so many of the people who are unwilling to make that effort tend to be the ones proselytizing about how they need help to unfuck their lives, and demand that everyone else operate by their set of rules, even though they're the ones who fucked up and got themselves in that situation in the first place. I've heard plenty of the narrative of "they learned their lesson the hard way, so they know it better," but so often I find that to be bullshit. Like, if two kids are asked what "2+2" is, the first kid says "4" and the second kid says "3" before getting his hand smacked, then "5" before getting his hand smacked again and finally setting on "4," you wouldn't say that the second kid knew better than the first. You certainly wouldn't expect the second kid to know "3+3" as well as the first kid if they were to get that as a follow-up. But we still see plenty of people with oodles of student loans, no credentials to get them into a meaningful job market, and who fucked off and decided even secondary school didn't deserve their attention, then got involved in the antiwork movement, who are either renting or living in a house their parents paid for, and these people are so often the ones preaching about how they can run the world better, how they deserve more, and how they're the victim for things which so often spout from their own decisions and actions. It really comes down to laziness and entitlement, but you know what? That in and of itself is just annoying, and a little sad to look at. But nor they're getting bailed out with tons of tax money we don't even have yet, and those costs are going to be borne by Gen Z kids and younger who haven't even had the chance to fuck up that badly yet. We're screwing the economy, taxes, and government's capability to help for the generations that will come after us because we feel that we're entitled to an easier life, and get defensive or dismissive when you try to ask them to understand their own accountability. "There's no reason we should be living in this day and age, in such a modern country with all this technological advancement, and have to put up with the status quo. Don't throw numbers at me, don't tell me that this is going to adversely affect the future, don't tell me it will screw over my kids and grandkids if I have any - I want everything made easier, and I demand I get it without putting in my 'fair share' of work, and I won't vote for anyone who tries to stop it." It really frustrates me, idk. I often find these same sorts of people putting their foot down on topics where they clearly have an objectively poor understanding, but want to be recognized and have their opinions considered equal to those who know what they're talking about, which is just as annoying. And it's equally annoying to see people my age talk about how our generation is better than those of old. But the fact that they're screwing over future generations just to give our generation an easier time, is no better than anything the boomers did.
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mc enemiez! ( ✶ ) chapter 30 : busted // don’t forget to read the written and social media chapter below! // word count : 1.3k
⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS ‎𐪆 despite jungwon being a #humble leader, he was kinda salty about the fact that his almighty title of the “youngest leader in k-pop” has been taken by blackpink’s brand new juniors. the world goes against jungwon’s wishes in staying as far away from her as possible when they both end up being the new mcs for ‘the show’. ₊˚✸ ༘
warning : literally one (1) swear word 😭
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sneaking out of his company was never what sunghoon thought his day would turn out to be.
however, here he was responding to silly remarks the old taxi driver had to say after noticing his not so subtle disguise.
more of the story below!
“you’re not some k-pop idol are you?”
“with that kind of get-up, you can be anything!”
“with that kind of get-up, you can be anything!”
“my daughter loves bts. do you know bts?”
after a lengthy drive with an abnormally talkative taxi driver, sunghoon had finally reached his destination.
the yg building.
jungwon was right, it did look like a robot pooped on it.
speaking of jungwon, he didn’t look so good when sunghoon saw him last.
just the thought of jungwon walking around with swollen eyes and a pale face made sunghoon’s heart hurt.
the boy didn’t look like himself to the point that sunoo told riki that jungwon turned into a zombie and their youngest seemed to have fallen for it.
jungwon really did love y/n, sunghoon was just too dumb to not realize his true feelings sooner.
sunghoon walked into the yg building so casually, even security thought he was one of the artists.
it was all going to plan, jake's plan, of course. jake seemed to always be one step ahead.
step one. apologize to jungwon
step two. enter yg building and explain to yn that jungwon deserves her.
oh shit, he forgot step one.
with that, his entire fake ‘yg aura’ had fizzled out and everyone began to find him suspicious.
he rushed into the nearly closing elevator and pressed a random floor number, hoping it was where arcane was practicing.
it didn’t help that the staff next to him had a stone cold face and was at least 6-feet tall.
“you’re breathing very loudly.” he said to sunghoon while staring straight at the elevators doors.
“i- ahem- i’m sorry!” sunghoon responded with an obvious fake deep voice.
the man glanced at sunghoon before putting down the hood and sunglasses he was wearing as a disguise.
he examined sunghoon one last time, squinting really closely as if he’s trying to see if sunghoon was an idol from his company or not.
“you’re not from here.”
“y-yes i… i know that…”
“what are you doing here? didn’t the security double check?”
“i… i’m park sunghoon! sunghoon from enhypen… i… i’m trying to talk to a friend.”
“this friend is..? anyone from treasure?”
“no! uh.. arcane… y/n? y/n from arcane, yeah!”
ding!
“oh, ding! that must be my floor. haha.. i guess i should get going…”
“this isn’t where arcane’s practice room is. i’ll take you there.” the man said once again before pressing on one of the many elevator buttons.
as the elevator went up, sunghoon couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at his panicked state with the man next to him.
he couldn’t help it though as the man could probably step on him like an ant.
“you dating her? she’s not allowed to date.”
“who?”
the man stared sunghoon as if he was going to suck the poor boy’s soul out of his body.
“ah.. y/n… uh, no. i just needed to tell her something.”
“you couldn’t call or text her?”
“no, it’s sort of important.”
after a silent nod from the man, the awkward 30 seconds of just standing in a silent elevator has begun.
ding!
all the relief sunghoon felt when he heard that ding. it felt as if he just got called into the debut team again.
sunghoon thought that the man would have told him the way and left. unfortunately for him, the man decided to lead him towards a hallway.
the music seemed to be getting louder and louder, indicating that they seemed to be getting closer to arcane’s practice room.
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you immediately turned off the music you were playing once you saw the door opening, revealing your manager whose head just peeped inside.
“you have a visitor.”
“oh? i wasn’t expecting anyone today.”
your manager's head went back out, possibly because he was going to talk to your visitor.
“he insists.”
you look around to inspect your somewhat messy practice room before ultimately agreeing to bring the visitor in without thinking much of it.
sunghoon awkwardly walks into the room while your face falls into a somewhat disappointed and upset look.
“sunghoon, i thought i told you i don’t like you that way.”
“yes! it’s not about me… it’s about jungwon, actually.”
just the mention of his name made your stomach drop. you weren’t sure how good or bad this conversation was going to turn out with jungwon as the topic.
“what about him.”
“i just want to get this out of the way now but i don’t like you anymore.”
ouch.
you crossed your arms, nodding while thinking about whatever you might have done wrong that day.
“no! i mean, like like you anymore… i sort of realized that after our fight. well- more like my fight with jungwon but you know what i mean.”
“oh… so how is he?”
“jungwon? he’s been miserable this week.”
“he has?” you asked with a small smile creeping from his face.
you tried your best to wipe that smile off your face without sunghoon noticing but unfortunately for you, he most definitely did.
he let out a soft laugh before walking over to nudge you a little.
“you’re crazy. why are you smiling like that?”
“like what? i’m not smiling!”
“do you enjoy the fact that jungwon has been miserable this week because of you?”
“hm… it sounds kind of nice.”
after some of the laughter and playing around fizzled out, sunghoon began speaking again.
“you know, jungwon likes you a lot. hell, he probably even loves you. i’m just saying, give him a chance. he's crazy for you.”
“i’m not sure…” you say, sitting down in the middle of your practice room with sunghoon following suit.
you rested your arms and chin on your knees as sunghoon began to explain why exactly you should be with jungwon,
“if i were you, i’d be very sure. i watched jungwon suffer for a week and i don’t want to continue watching him live like this anymore. honestly, we all want our old won back and our old won was happiest whenever he was with you. we hate crying zombie looking jungwon… he sleeps in between jay and jakes beds, only gets up for schedules, and only eats when jay does the airplanes so that he could stop.”
“he’s been crying..? because of me?”
you look at him after he pauses for a few seconds to think before ultimately nodding.
“probably crying right now.” he responds to you as if it was something he got used to.
“but he shouldn’t be crying because of me…”
“he misses you a lot. haven’t you been doing the same?”
“i mean i cried after we met last week, especially after we mced together but after that my members sort of tried helping me forget and get over him.”
“wait… so you got over him?”
“i said they tried. how could i get over jungwon in a week
when i probably like him even more than he likes me?”
“that’s impossible. the boy is mad for you, he loves you more than he loves his dog, possibly his mom too!”
“please don’t say that he loves me more than he loves his mom.”
“he probably does…”
“okay, fine! i’ll think about it and talk to my members about it… maybe jungwon doesn’t have to be so miserable tomorrow…”
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you and sunghoon talked about jungwon for hours that maybe the boy even sneezed three times during this duration.
sunghoon came home feeling confident and successful after basically sales pitching his group's leader to you.
maybe jungwon really doesn’t have to be miserable tomorrow but now, sunghoon could only hope.
jake’s plan was going smoothly, except for the fact that sunghoon forgot about step one and then got busted by both the yg and hybe staff.
this was all jake’s fault... okay, and maybe a little bit of his too.
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FWB HQ Boys: In which you beat the player at his own game!
warnings: Time skip spoilers, mentions of sex(all characters are 18+), alcohol, stupid people in love
a/n: ahh I’m sorry I’ve been a little MIA!!! But I’m back with this pls enjoy ! I think the fandom really make germaphobia his only personality trait sometimes which makes me sad because I think he’s actually a quirky/classy dude and very functional in social situations,, I hate to say it but ya’ll would get played by him… sorry.
━Sakusa Kiyoomi
Some of you may be like ???? Omi fucks around ?? how ?? BUT he definitely does in his own way
He probably doesn’t do much in high school to be honest, he’s mostly focused on improving as a volleyball player and achieving his goals
Once he reaches pro level though,,, it’s a different story lmfao
I can see him being picky as hell about his hookups, but just because he’s a bit of a germaphobe doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel attraction or doesn’t have needs…
….He’s so hot too… girl
His hook-ups are always taken seriously though… like he’s the type that feels like he has a professional image to upkeep, so he always arranges things beforehand; he’s definitely not messy about it and sets clear boundaries
I think what makes him kind of a player is how standoffish he can be…and he doesn’t really give anyone a chance because he doesn’t think they what it takes to deal with his lifestyle lmao
He’s just like, its easier to call the uber right after, get into the shower, and wait until he can hear the front door of his apartment shut I’m screamingg
Sakusa also isn’t one to kiss and tell, even with the boys… he doesn’t think its tasteful and would rather not have Atsumu up his ass about his flings
ANYWAYS,, let’s get into this, so you know Atsumu through mutual friends and met during college, and the two of you just instantly clicked since you also were a part of the same sports medicine program as him
Atsumu signed with MSBY and you were so happy for him, but you were bummed because you were busy with PT graduate school and couldn’t really attend any of his games
A year passed and you found yourself texting Tsumu to see if he could meet up and grab coffee since you were on winter break!!
You: hey I’m back in town wanna grab coffee sometime?
Him: who is this
You: I see you haven’t changed ❤️
LMFAO, so you catch up with Atsumu and he talks about his new career and his teammates, he seems so happy :(( we love to see that!!
He invites you to MSBY’s game the following weekend, and you’re pumped to go!! Tsumu got you great seats, and he meets you before warmups to make sure you’re okay finding your way around
Atsumu: don’t take yer eyes off me <3
You:
He’s so…
You’re enjoying the match and you even go to grab Onigiri from Osamu’s stand, but you can’t seem to look away from number 15 on Atsumu’s team
He’s .., scrumptious to say the least 🥴
Like he’s so composed and calculated on the court, and you find it so funny how he rolls his eyes whenever Tsumu says something to him and how Tsumu gets so heated about it 💀
The match ends and you go down to meet Atsumu near the lockers, showing the security your family/friend pass 😌
You walk through the halls trying to locate the setter, but you can’t seem to figure out where he is
The only person in the hall is the tall, dark haired man that caught your eye earlier; he is already walking towards the exit with a mask covering his face, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, sweats embroidered with “Sakusa” adorning his body we’re all looking..... respectfully
He’s truly so intimidating but you’re like….highkey lost… so you don’t really have another option
You catch up with him, poking his shoulder gently; he turns around and his attention on you is almost STARTLING.. like his eyes are SO dark
Him: can I help you
You: sir… if you don’t rail me, I’m gonna have to intervene‼️😈😹
After getting over your initial shock, you hear multiple footsteps rumbling down the hallway towards the both of you
Sakusa lets out an annoyed sigh, muttering about how he has to go, but before he can escape you hear Atsumu’s loud voice LMFAO
“OMIIII, where are you goin’? Its team karaoke night remember?”
Tsumu sees you and slings an arm around your shoulders, “Oh-? So I see you’ve met our outside hitter Omi?”
You glance over at Sakusa, his expressionless eyes glued to your face, then slowly trailing down to analyze the way Atsumu casually has you tucked under his arm
Atsumu nudges him, and he grumbles that he’ll meet them after changing at home before walking off in the direction of the private parking garage
You meet the rest of the MSBY boys in the uber, and find them super friendly and welcoming; Bokuto and Hinata buy the first round of drinks at the karaoke bar, but you only have one because you have work to finish the next day WE STAN
Atsumu already has a pink glow setting into his cheeks when you see the boys turn their attention to Sakusa walking through the front door, looking as handsome as ever in his dress pants and fitted white t shirt
They all shout out incoherent hello’s, and he takes the only open seat next to you with a glass of gin and tonic in his hand he smells so good god
You’re unsure what comes over you, but you find yourself turning towards him, and you just start asking him about himself and his career, and surprisingly he’s very polite and much more animated than you previously thought
His voice is like…so alluring and he never looks away from you when you talk, its like he’s absorbing every word
Meanwhile, Atsumu is stumbling over the stage with Bokuto belting Love by Keisha Cole LMFAOO😭
Tsumu kind of ‘warned’ you in the car ride over that Sakusa was a germaphobe, but you know that Atsumu tends to invade people’s personal space sometimes and it probably wasn’t as dramatic as he made it out to be
However, you weren’t expecting the outside hitter to lean over from his seat after checking the time on his phone, whispering in your ear, asking you if you wanted to meet him at his place later than night WHEW
Girl I would be sweating… and you say yes ofc because who’s going to pass up this type of opportunity-
He gives you a charming smile and is like,, okay cool, I’ll see you later then 😊 I’m dead
Ya’ll exchange phone numbers and he’s like if you need any help with my idiot teammates let me know before he takes off
You don’t tell Tsumu about your little… entanglement plans dsnjaknda but honestly he wouldn’t even remember based on the way he’s slumped against you in the uber he owes you big time
You get home after dropping off Tsumu at Osamu’s, and operation dick appointment with the professional volleyball player is put into action 😈
He sends an uber over to get you ladies do not settle for less please, and you’re BIG nervous but in a good way as in you know this dick is about to be bomb af
SO you’re standing in front of his apartment door, and when he opens it, he’s still in the clothes he wore to the bar and its like 1 am he’s so powerful
Um I feel like he would get straight to it honestly, probably starts with a little convo on the couch and then…
YOU WEREN’T AWARE HE WAS SO DIRTY,,, it was SO good too like after getting home that night you’re going through a crisis… like you had so much chemistry together for having just met, and you wonder if he feels the same way🥺
You caught yourself in sleepless states some nights, kept awake by the thoughts of the way his hands felt against your skin, the way his five o’clock shadow gently rubbed against your face when you kissed, and how he would hold you(only after a thorough shower together of course)
As it happens more and more, he lets you into his life little by little, and you notice and remember small facts about him and he often remembers a lot of the things you tell him about you, its really enjoyable for both of you
Its weirdly domestic to a point but that’s why its so good for both of you???it adds a bit of spice ??
Sakusa: can you come over tonight
You: sorry the retainer is in already <3 no dick sucking for me tonight <3
Him: I bought pastries from that cafe you like
You: say less✈️ I’m coming💃
AND he HAS jokes okay, like he’s funny as hell and very witty when his true self comes out; but he’s also a HUGE tease and he’ll say something completely straight-faced that someone else might take offense to like “you look ugly,” but you just know he’s kidding from being around him long enough and from seeing the little glint in his dark eyes
It becomes a routine thing while you’re home honestly, and you try your best to hide it from Atsumu because you just KNOW you would never hear the end of it; for all he knows, you met him that one time at the bar and that was that
Everything is going smoothly until you slip up at one of their games
You were sitting in the waiting area with the team (mostly talking to Atsumu), when he just says something that makes your short circuit
Atsumu: what kind of animal do ya think omi would be? An octopus maybe?
You: yeah I mean with those flexible wrists it makes sense
Atsumu: what the fawk🤠
He’s like… how do you even know about his flexible wrists IT TOOK ME 6 MONTHS TO GET TO THAT STAGE WITH HIM-
Oops, lmfao so you kind of tell him about everything and he’s literally shocked for you, mostly because he doesn’t want you to get hurt :(
Atsumu: So I see he’s just sleeping with ANYONE anyone
LMAO noo he definitely thinks you’re too good for him and he kind of lectures you, telling you that he had a hunch that he messes around with girls like that, but also you’re an adult and you can take care of yourself, and it isn’t like it’s a serious thing!!
Meanwhile, Omi is like going through a bit of a crisis all alone because everything around him reminds him of you or something you said when you were together
He got with people who were compatible sexually often, but he never had the urge to have them stay over after the deed; he usually immediately called them an uber and wouldn’t speak to them again
He found himself thinking about seeing you in the stands at his games, wishing you were there to cheer for him only, and he adored the way you respected his boundaries unlike many of his hookups
Atsumu probably notices something is off with him at practice
Atsumu: hey…if ya ever want to talk about somethin’-
Sakusa: no
Girl… he doesn’t disclose any of this to anyone
Its nearing the end of your break, and you head over to sakusa’s for probably the last time before you go back to school
You’re kind of at the point where you don’t think anything will happen and you know you shouldn’t get your hopes up, and it goes how it usually goes? Except he kind of hugs you goodbye and your heart goes: 🦋🦋🦋
You go back to school, occasionally texting Tsumu about your graduate program, and before you know it, like 5 months pass by and you’re back for summer!
Tsumu texts you and is like… sorry but I’m forcing you to be my plus-one tonight for this dinner thing I have to go to
So you dress up and he comes to pick you up, and you’re really not sure why you were surprised to see Kiyoomi sitting at the table when you arrive you give Atsumu a nice smack on the back of the head for not warning you
You sit down at the table after greeting everyone, trying your best to not act awkward when you shoot sakusa a small smile that he returns politely (but you don’t see it because of his mask)
Atsumu sits weirdly close to you the entire dinner with his arm around the back of your chair, and he’s just acting strange in general??? Like he’s bragging about your degree program and about your accomplishments, you just know he’s trying something funny; but you don’t really say anything because you don’t want to disrespect him in front of the team’s staff as a guest
You almost choke on your wine and you catch on when Bokuto starts making comments after Atsumu says something,
Atsumu: …so yeah, pretty much she should be our next president in my humble opinion
Bokuto: 🙈WOAH. WHAT?😍 HOW COULD SHE GET ANY BETTER⁉️🙄 OR HOTTER⁉️💪🏼💋
You, sitting there: 🧍‍♀️
He’s so bad at acting I’m crying..,, it becomes so obvious that they’re trying to make Kiyoomi jealous
(the boys plotted beforehand, trying to get Omi to ask you out officially; after you left, he literally would never shut up about you whenever Atsumu mentioned you, and it was just obvious he was in his feels when it came to you)
Atsumu: she’s studying at a café tonight for finals
Sakusa: Yeah so I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been thinking about it for days. Fine I guess I’ll say it. Her favorite coffee blend is French roast and she only likes a dash of sugar with a lot of cream, but it has to be hazelnut creamer or else she doesn’t like any-
Everyone in the gym: 🗿
LMAO ANYWAYS ITS LOWKEY WORKING you look over at him and his face is like stone.. girl..
The dinner is almost over and Atsumu gets up to go to the restroom with a wink I hate him, and you get up to catch a breath of fresh air outside
You sit on a bench for a minute, calming yourself down after the eventful dinner, but then you see the door to the restaurant swing open, Sakusa looking around the corner before spotting you
Your heart pounds in your chest as he walks over and asks if he can join you, inspecting the bench before sitting down, pulling his mask down as well
He eases into a conversation by just asking you how you’re doing, basic stuff, but then in the middle of you going off on a tangent about your stupid professor, he stops you
“I missed you.”
He crosses his legs, not looking at you as he takes your hand, intertwines it with his, and places it in his lap
You gaze at him, taken back at his confession, noticing the slight pinkness tinging his pale cheeks
You say you missed him too, and then he’s asking you if you would like to go on an actual date with him
You: wait are you asking me out officially?
Him: Yes. No I’m not. Yes I am❤️
SKSLD Please he’s awkward help him a little, you agree and then you hear a tap on the window behind you, you turn around to see Tsumu, Bokuto and Adriah behind you with big grins on their faces LMFAO 🤡
Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the small upturn of the corners of his lips as he hears Bokuto happily scream through the glass
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The Raven Haired Rebel
Chapter 1
Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: After invading New York, it was decided that, as a punishment, Loki would work for SHIELD. Yeah, right. After escaping from their custody and stranded on Midgard, the God of Mischief decides to prove he’s the one thing no one ever thought he was: the good guy. Now a vigilante, Loki attempts to make amends for his past wrongdoings while also evading the Avengers, including their newest member. You. Brought in specially for the case, you notice more and more details about the prince’s story don’t add up. When you get the chance to turn him in, will you listen to your employers or your heart that believes Loki’s done nothing wrong? Chapter Summary: In which you plead Loki’s case. Chapter Warnings: none A/N: Besides this being a miniseries, all the chapters are pretty short too! Hope you enjoy all the same :)
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Swiping into Avengers Tower made you feel important, more so than swiping into a SHIELD base. You weren’t exactly sure why, though. Perhaps it was because SHIELD was a secret, and no one knew. Here, the passerby on the street looked on in awe. Or maybe it was because the Tower was so elite. Because so select few got to enter. But really, it probably wasn’t that you got to enter so much as why you got to enter.
True, since your first day on the job, word got around that you were the best in your field. Fast as lightning, you’d risen through the ranks to be Fury’s top tracker, a position all but secured when he brought you on for this case. A case, you knew, that intrigued you far more than it should have.
Just like everyone else had on that day a little over three months ago, you watched the TV with rapt attention as gods and superheroes made themselves known to the world. And, you supposed, supervillains too. Not that you’d told anyone, but something didn’t quite sit right with you in the weeks after when news anchors and colleagues alike were referring to the raven haired god as such.
For the next three days, you’d pored over books of Norse Mythology and a number of studies. Most of the latter coming from one Dr. Jane Foster, who you soon came to link with Thor. But even there you found a disconnect between the god of legends and the bloodied man on your screen. He never really did have malicious intent before. He was a trickster, yes, but he’d not even come close to doing something this drastic before! Ok, yes, there was his involvement in Ragnarök in the myths, but even for that you’d found multiple sources that could debunk it. Besides, it certainly didn’t seem like Asgard had even faced the end times yet.
Alas, you figured Thor knew his brother, and you had your own case to work on, so you let be the mystery that was Loki.
And then you were called into Fury’s office a week ago and asked to begin tracking the god. A bit too eagerly, you’d agreed to take the case. You’d dealt with villains before, truly evil people, and your search only further proved what deep down you already knew; Loki was not one. Everywhere you followed his trail, a mysterious savior was stopping bank robberies and saving people from burning buildings and runaway trains. Not to mention there were multiple descriptions of said savior using green magic. It seemed a wonder that the tracker in the case before you hadn’t noticed. Then again, people tend to only see what they want to.
Regardless, you made your way to the elevators, heading toward the conference room on one of the upper floors. You tapped your foot as it ascended, impatient to share your findings. As the lift stopped and you got out, you tugged on your leather jacket. It was ever so slightly too big, but it was on sale. Plus, you felt like it looked pretty cool, considering your job and all. Subconsciously, you puffed up your chest a bit too. Regardless of actual size, you felt like a petite little thing, stepping into a room of now renowned heroes. Strange, you thought, how so much could change in just three months.
“You know, I got to get me one of those,” said the man suddenly keeping pace next to you. You quickly identified him as Tony Stark.
“I... Pardon?” you replied, slightly startled.
“Your jacket,” he said, pointing at it. “I feel like the leather will match the whole rugged good-guy, vibe. Besides, I think Capsicle’s got one.”
You chuckled at that. “Maybe we should just make it the team uniform then.”
“Team, huh? So you must be that new tracker kid we’re working with.”
“I’d hardly call myself a kid,” you scoffed.
“When you get to be as rich as I am, you get to call everyone a kid,” Tony shrugged.
“I’m not exactly sure that’s how it works, but whatever you say, I guess,” you chuckled again.
“See, now if everyone would just adopt that mindset, we’d get stuff done a lot faster around here.” He quickly signed something that was brought up to him on a clipboard, never stopping. You wondered how long he could keep up like this before collapsing. “Besides, take it as a compliment. That last tracker was some fuddy-duddy old guy.”
“Fuddy-duddy?” you guffawed. “Maybe you’re the old one, after all.”
Tony feigned like he’d been struck in the heart. But before you could keep up the banter, you reached the conference room, and Steve was waving you inside.
“Stark,” he said with a nod. “Are you ready to begin or are you going to keep distracting our new teammate?”
“Aye aye, Captain,” he said with a little salute. “Reporting for duty.”
You mouthed a sorry as you followed Stark into the room. Even if the rest of them turned out to be hard-asses, at least Tony was fun. And having one ally was better than none, you figured. As you took your seat across from your new friend, you flipped through the file that had been left for you. It wasn’t really anything new, so you glanced at your teammates again. Nat and Clint both nodded at you, recognizing you from a couple other missions you’d interacted during. There wasn’t really any time to talk, however, before Captain Rogers was walking to the head of the long table.
“Alright, team. Before we get started, I think it’s worth mentioning we have a new member on the team,” Steve said, before welcoming you by name. “I think we’re all caught up on the situation here, so let’s dive right in. A new trend has shown up in the Tower’s data mining.”
“Data analysis,” Tony butt in. “It sounds more ethical that way.”
“Whatever you want to call it, the program showed that wherever Loki goes, there’s a spike in activity of an organization calling themselves AIM. At first glance they seem innocent, but after some digging, we’ve found they’re anything but. We’ve determined Loki is working with them, perhaps even masterminding some of their more underground projects. Agent? Can we assume you found the same things?”
“Uh, yeah, no. Actually, my data shows the opposite,” you cleared your throat. Standing, you slid the information from your tablet onto the room’s TV screen. “See, it seems that he’s actually doing good deeds. There are multiple accounts of a man fitting Loki’s description performing heroic works.”
“Ok, I’ll bite,” Tony said, leaning forward. “What about AIM then? You think it’s a coincidence.”
You bit your lip. “I’ll admit, I haven’t found anything about them yet. But... maybe, just maybe, Loki’s showing up where they are because he’s trying to stop them.”
“I am so sorry to interrupt, but that does not sound like the Loki I know at all,” Thor laughed. “A wonderful joke, though.”
Now you were getting mad. You shouldn’t be, but you saw something worth defending in Loki. A lot, actually. There was something about that look in his eye that you couldn’t quite read, but it was telling you something was wrong all the same.
“That’s not fair! Maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought. Look at this,” you said, swiping to show a side by side of Loki during and after the fight. “You can see it by the look on his face; something was seriously wrong during the battle. Plus, I’ve seen videos of him when he first came; he was not alright. Afflicted with severe anxiety and what looks like burn marks, I’d say. He needed help.”
“With all due respect,” Clint chimed in, “aren’t your a tracker, not a psychologist?”
“Yes, but as such I’ve been trained to look at all the details. Not just what’s convenient.”
“Listen,” Steve sighed before things got any more heated. “It’s a great theory and all, but you read Thor’s account of everything that happened before this. So, until we get some solid evidence proving otherwise, we’re going to have to stick with what we already know. We’ll put a pin in the AIM thing until you can take a look, though. Ok?”
“Ok,” you agreed, defeatedly taking your seat again.
You looked around the table. Natasha and Bruce, the only two who hadn’t said anything, both looked kind of pensive. Alright, maybe bewildered was the better word for Bruce. He was smart, no doubt about it, but you got the impression he wasn’t very good in social settings. Then there was Clint and Thor, both who seemed a little skeptical of you. At least Thor seemed to be considering his brother’s innocence at least a little. Steve was a bit more unreadable as he continued to prattle on about what you already “knew” for the case. And then there was Tony, who seemed more impressed than anything else. He, at least, had seemed to genuinely consider what you said. Perhaps he still was.
“The best way to solve this,” Steve closed his spiel, “is to bring him in. Agent, have you located him yet?”
You sighed. Deeply. It shouldn’t be this much of a struggle to present your findings. You’d had no trouble speaking on his behalf. Yet a part of you—an alarmingly large part, you realized—didn’t want to turn him in. But who were you to ignore direct orders?
“Yup,” you conceded, pulling up a map with a blinking red dot, marking Loki’s location.
“Well then, team,” Steve said to the group. “Let’s roll out.”
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Claiming Ones Own
Cross posted on my AO3. Thank you again @boldlyanxious for your encouragement.
Decided that there wasn't enough Cass and Marinette fics and finally got this concept out my head and written down.
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Chapter 1 - Cass gains a child
Cass could feel Jason’s frustrations radiating off him. He was over from Gotham to help tracking a new drug that had cropped up over there but originated in Hong Kong. They had managed to find the Hong Kong point of contact from the Gotham Drug Lord and now trying to work out the Hong Kong network.
Currently they were seated on top of a building observing their latest suspect.
She could feel the irritation pulsating off Jason, the twitch of his fingers ever so often. The low almost inaudible growl. The way the air around him vibrated with his emotions ready to pounce.
The annoyance stemmed from following the suspect for over a fortnight and it was clear that the gang rarely met up in person and was apt at avoiding use of technology to communicate. Cass was happy being a ghost bat in Hong Kong at the present. The lack of use in tech made it trickier to gain evidence for the police to surreptitiously stumble upon.
Tapping Jason, Cass signed to him ‘we need to infiltrate or plant recording devices’
“Yeah” came the response as he turned back to observe the suspect, “Recording devices is probably the quickest way. The way these guys are operating will make it hard to infiltrate quickly.”
Moments later “Fuckers!!” Jason snarled. Fingers twitching even more towards his gun.
Cass looked down and saw what caused Jason’s outburst. They had recently concluded that the men used street kids to send messages to each other, the unseen people of the city who were very good at being avoided. The gang that used them seemed hold and extraordinary amount of power held over these kids.
“Fucking pieces of shit” Jason muttered to Cass as they watched what the men were doing. Cass narrowed her eyes and silently nodded. She focused on the child who ran off observing the direction and movement. Suddenly she jabbed Jason and whispered “look” pointing to the child. They observed the girl knock into a man and sneakily pickpocket him before scampering off.
Cass nudged Jason quietly saying “plan”, before signing ‘if we can get a tracker on a kid and let them pick pocket us we can work out the number of locations and maybe plant recording devices’ Jason replied “hmmmm, risky but quicker than waiting for these bozos to slip up”.
The next few days the pair watch their target, also taking note of the street kids, to figure out who they would let target them, before deciding on the original girl they saw. She was petite, either due to age or, more likely, malnourishment. She had dark hair but what made her stand was having unexpected blue eyes. She was more skittish around the original suspect and other gang members they had come across but was bolder in her pick pocketing. She was creative in her approaches and had a far higher success rate compared to the other children. It was clear she felt safer amongst strangers who, if caught her, could seriously cause issues, than the men she was working for.
While Jason blustered and verbally vented his anger, Cass’s anger grew silent but more deadly. Neither were happy about the blatant child abuse occurring.
Having figured out the type of “target” the girl went for both Cass and Jason set the plan in motion. Trackers and recorders on their wallets, lots of cash and fake credit card trackers and recorders along with a micro trackers to put on the girl in case she ditches the wallet and just takes the cash. They dressed slightly better than the average person to showcase “wealth” which she seemed more inclined to go for and headed out.
Out on the streets she fell for their plan perfectly. Cass was able to slip the tracker onto the child while she slipped Jason’s wallet out his pocket. The pair continued their loop round back to Cass’s apartment to see where the kid went.
“Cass, fuck! She is good. If I’d not grown up on Crime Alley I would have struggled to notice. She is fucking good. Too bloody good! Shitting hell, that kinda skill only comes with practice! Like a fuck load of practice! Crap! She’s tiny! How bloody long has she been having to do this for! Fuck how long has she lived on the streets” Jason cursed. He was impressed but could feel the anger brewing, the desire to hurt someone.
“Long time” Cass replied before signing ‘She’s too thin. Her eyes showed fire. Determination but haunted’. The look in her eye’s had struck a chord with Cass when they 'bumped' into each other. Something about them resonated within her but Cass wasn’t quite ready to name it yet.
Back at the apartment they watched the trackers path and patterns over the next few days. Their little pickpocket went to 5 different warehouses along with a few apartments and the original dock with the first suspect repeatedly. Rarely using the same route or common paths, though destination always the same.
The pair scouted out the warehouses and apartments to get a better understanding of how the operation was run. It wasn’t just drug’s they were producing and exporting but also slave trafficking as well. No wonder the kids were terrified of the adults. They could easily be shipped off at any moment if they stepped out of line.
Cass’s disgust was intensifying with this discovery. They were practically slaves as it is even with the external slave threat hanging over them.
Cass could hear Jason loading of a gun. Looks like Jason’s preferred method of elimination would be soon be seen.
Over the course of a week. Cass and Jason snuck into each warehouse, planting bombs on secure/obscure locations. Carefully the explosions would leave just enough evidence for the police to take the gang down but also eliminate the gangs means to continue operating. Whilst trying to minimise external impact of neighbouring buildings. Well at least that was the aim. Anonymous hints were also sent or found at police stations.
All they now had to do was press the button on Jason's phone to ignite the bombs at the warehouses and take down the headquarters.
Jason and Cass crept into the headquarters building sticking to the shadows. Cass signed 'detonate' to Jason who grinned manically and did his thing. With so many warehouses littered with explosives you could hear when they went off. Shortly followed by the sound of sirens.
Cass and Jason used the distraction to sweep through the building taking out henchmen left, right and centre. Their anger and fury finally being released.
The pair had completed taking the men above ground up and were tying the stragglers up when they heard sirens approaching. They quickly slinked into the shadows out of sight to observe. Cass was still wanting to maintain that bats were still an urban rumour in Hong Kong at this point.
The police swept the upstairs building observing the chaos Cass and Jason had left while a group of them went off to look in the basement. Over the radio they heard a crackly “Chief, you may want to come down here. Bring bold cutters with you. And call social services and a med team. I think we will need that.”
“What's happened!” the chief replied, signalling to an officer nearby to call the services requested.
“They’ve got a group of kids caged up down here” came the crackly reply. Half of the team that went to the basement returned with a cuffed pair from the gang and took them to the cars outside. The chief muttered to himself and to the basement.
In the shadows Jason signed to Cass ‘Fuck! I should have killed those men! No! Wait! Death would be too sweet. Maimed them more” Cass nodded in agreement though her gaze kept focus on the scene they were observing.
The police slowly led the children out of the basement and, from somewhere, had a paramedic check the children out along with having someone from social services talk to them.
Then came Cass and Jason's pickpocket. The girl growled at them all and kept her distance refusing to let the paramedic treat her.
A kid spoke out to an officer "You won't get anything from her. She doesn't really speak. Or not to us at least. Dolly is a puppet and does what the Bossman says. Doesn't trust anyone"
"Yeah I don’t think Marionette has ever spoke while I've been here and that's ages, I think she was one of the first they got" another provided. Murmurs of agreement rippled through the small group children.
The girl stood watching like a cornered animal, eyes darting everywhere, looking like she wanted to escape. She seemed to see through the shadows and stared right at Cass and Jason which unsettled the bat duo. They were nearly invisible to the others in the room. But not this small child.
Quietly Cass whispered while signing "Safe. Mean men gone. Be ok now." to the girl. Even if the crowded room didn’t notice, she was positive this small girl could see her in the gloom. A small amount of tension left the girls shoulders.
Eventually the other children had all been seen by the medic, spoken to the police while the social worker was working on finding places for them to go for the interim. It was just this girl left to resolve. Having seen the adults treat the other children with care she cautiously let them look at her, warily viewing everyone and still ready for a quick escape if needed.
"Malnourished, a fair number of cuts and some nasty bruises from what I can tell. There doesn't appear to be any broken bones thankfully. She will need a careful diet to increase her weight and vitamins to help with what is likely to have missed out of her diet. Much like the rest of them. She should be good to go after I’ve dressed this cuts" said the medic looking the girl over. He turned to grab a wipe and bandage and the girl was off.
She swiftly slipped through the adults in the room and darted out onto the streets to disappear. Loud shouts occur from the chaos left behind.
Cass watched the girl intently. Observing her movements. Cass could tell though she was cooperating, the girl was planning. The glint in her eyes and slight angle of her body. As soon as she shifted to move Cass grabbed Jason and they slipped outside following her quickly. Sticking to the roofs they tracked the girl down to an alleyway. The girl was terrified. She knew they had caught her. She was trapped though and though frantically looking for different ways to avoid them was stuck.
“Safe now” Cass whispered signing along “Promise men are gone now. We won’t hurt you. We’ll look after you. You’ll be safe now”.
Carefully Cass approached the girl as if a frightened animal. Cass quietly said to Jason “Chocolate” holding her hand out for him to give it to him. Calmly and gently as possible she placed the chocolate near her and waited sitting on the floor gracefully. She could see the fear in the girl’s eyes, with distrust but there was a burning fire as well. Patience would be the key to winning the child over.
Cass knew she wasn’t going to let this girl go, let alone let her live on the streets and she was sure that Jason was of the same mind set.
Slowly they saw the girl take the chocolate. The child inspected it with caution and nibble it. The way her eyes grew wide was a delight and she ate it in haste. While she nibbled, she kept her eyes trained on the pair watching their movements.
When finished she remained cautiously looking at them, but body language didn’t scream “fear”, more curiosity was emerging. Cass smirked as she understood that she was reading their body language and reading their intent as much they were hers. Cass opened her body language up. Again reiterating ‘Safe now’ “Safe” to the girl. The girl’s eyes bored into hers whilst moments pass, and when the girl found what she was looking for offered her hand to Cass to hold.
Cass turned to Jason and stares straight into his eyes, “My child now”.
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theramseyloft · 3 years
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You go on about how intelligent/emotional pigeons are, but you treat them like objects and that bothers me. You separate bonded pairs of these intelligent, loving animals so frequently as if they don't have any feelings. And then you wonder why these birds afterward do not just take a new mate instantly. You are continually traumatizing these animals and causing them to shut down because they probably begin to realize any new bond they make will only be severed.
I do that because they are.
There is a huge difference between treating a living being like an object and acknowledging that the feelings of a non-human will not often perfectly align with those of a human.
Different species are different.
They have different physical, emotional, and social needs, even if there are a lot of close parallels.
And there are certainly a lot of parallels between humans and pigeons;
They are self aware cooperative social learners.
They form societies.
Those societies have a culture that varies regionally and they have a base line of values...
But their society, culture, and values are different from a human’s because pigeons are not human.
Nothing specializes in preying on humans. We generalize in preying on everything, as a species, as a whole.
We change our environment to suit our needs as much as we are able, and we are more able with every generation.
While things, objectively, can happen to any human at any time, out of nowhere..
On the whole, we generally don’t expect them to.
As such, our monogamous relationships are, ideally, “Until death do us part” meaning “Until we both die of old age, preferably around the same time.”
To the extent that closely bonded humans are emotionally devastated by the loss of that life partner.
To many of us, a life partner is also counted as lost if they engage in sexual infidelity, and if this happens, we are just as devastated (if not even more devastated) as we could have been if that partner had died.
Pigeons are a prey species that evolved in a cheetah-and-thompson’s-gazelle-style arms race with the Peregrine Falcon.
Their monogamous relationships version of “Until Death do us part” can be better translated; “Until one or the other of us gets eaten on a foraging trip.”
And sexual fidelity does not enter into the equation for a pigeon unless their partner is treading or being tread by some one else at the exact moment that bird wants to tread or be tread by their partner.
A cock who wants sex will seek out his wife first, but if she is not interested, he will go asking all the hens away from their nest until one agrees and crouches for him.
If his mate changes her mind and wants him to tread her, she will seek him out and crouch to present herself.
He will tread his wife, and after they do the cute little “I just had sex” dance that’s reserved for mated pairs (side flings get neither this nor courtship. Just sex and separate.) she goes off to do what ever she wanted to do.
If the cock is satisfied, he goes with his wife.
If he still needs or wants more sex, he can tread as many hens as he wants. His wife will not care, because she has had her turn.
If a hen wants sex, she will seek out her husband, generally, but if he’s busy or away, she’ll present for who ever she likes.
Her husband does not care who filled the egg. He only cares that she lays it in his nest and he gets to help set and raise it.
Pigeons divorce partners they consider to be inadequate. Cocks who fail to fill eggs, hens who refuse to set eggs, partners of either sex that don’t spend enough time reaffirming their bond with their spouses...
Unrequited relationships and love triangles are also relationships that pigeons find themselves in.
A pair is considered to have divorced if one partner or the other moves in and spends their nights in the nest of another partner, not for mating with some one else.
Some times, divorces are mutual, and both birds move on to other mates.
Some times, they are not. And the partner left will pine and keep making overtures to reconcile with the partner that left them.
But when a mate just disappears and doesn’t come back, they are assumed by the remaining partner to have been eaten.
If they were closely bonded, the remaining partner may wait a week or so at most, in case they were lost, in hopes the missing bird will make their way back and reunite.
If, after a week, the remaining bird is keeping to them self and not socializing, something is physically wrong, and anthropomorphizing it as “depressed” can get the bird killed.
The veterinary term ‘depression’ describes an animal that is physically ill, be that from a pathogen attacking it to ingesting or absorbing a toxin or simple vitamin or mineral deficiency.
For example;
A week after I became aware that breeding pigeons could become salt deficient and gave the flock a salt and trace mineral brick, birds that had shown no interest in bonding or courting for months are suddenly flirting with everything that moves.
They were not too traumatized to before.
They had a mineral deficiency.
They did not court because they did not feel good.
With the addition of their supplement brick, lo and behold, they all feel better and are courting again.
I have an entire flock to take care of, and I am responsible for the wellbeing of every individual I bring into the world.
To avoid overcrowding, I have a cap of 10 breeding pair.
Because that is the number of adults and their offspring under 6 months old that my loft can comfortably house.
When ever a new breeding bird leaves quarantine or a keeper reaches 6 months, a bird of the same sex has to be retired and made available to avoid overcrowding and the stress and disease that come with it.
Who retires when is not arbitrary.
There are very strict criteria.
1. Physical health.
Regardless of whether or not I have a replacement ready, a bird who may be hurt by the physical process of reproduction or the strain of rearing young, or who may pass on genes that may be harmful to potential offspring is retired on the spot and adopted out with a strict nonbreeding agreement.
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But this happens to him every molt, and we have since found out that it runs in both sides of his family, proving it to be genetic and cumulative.
As cute as he and Leela were together, I cannot let him breed.
Because I would have to be a monster to be willing to knowingly pass that painful condition on to another generation.
He has a forever family familiar with his condition to whom he is going on Monday.
2. Undesirable structure
I do not mean anything as stupid as “This animal isn’t pretty enough.”
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Cody is not only gorgeous, but an excellent father who has served our program very well.
But his muffs are big enough to make walking uncomfortable, so while I like the rest of his traits, that’s one I want to breed away from.
Now that I have a brother and Sister of his with short muffs that do not cause them discomfort, 
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will continue contributions to the project
and Cody is available.
3. Antisocial behavior that disrupts or disturbs their flock mates.
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And Pookie 
Are the poster children for flock disruption.
They are a gay and bi mated pair of cocks, who are literally turned on by prying other treading pairs off of each other.
If they see another pair treading, Indica will grab the hen by the scruff, Pookie will grab the cock by his, and they will pull in opposite directions, prying the treading pair apart, and marching them in opposite directions towards the wall.
Indica and Pookie will then throw the bird they have at the wall and then run back to meet each other in the center of the floor, smooch-feed each other back and forth, and take turns treading each other.
On top of this, they defend 15 of the 36 total nest boxes in my loft, refusing to pick a specific one or let any other pair settle in a box to lay.
You may or may not have noticed that when I advertised the available birds on Thursday, I made a point of saying that I would prefer these two be adopted together because they are bonded and would be happier that way.
A prospective new family is coming to meet them on Monday.
But they are SUCH a violent disruption to their flock mates that if only one had a home lined up, it would be unkind to the rest of the flock to keep them both on the insistence that they go together.
4. Shitty parenting history
Parents who tend to ignore eggs or peeps, leaving all the work of setting or feeding to their partner.
This is a personality trait, and such a parent puts dangerous strain on their partner and stress on their peeps. 
Their partner will usually divorce them for that, so adopting the bad parent out isn’t “Splitting up a bonded pair”.
Their former spouse is usually looking for or has found some one else with out any interference on my part.
5. Too many offspring/grandchildren
This is to avoid any more inbreeding than necessary.
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Betty is one of the best studs here.
He is an outstanding father who sits tight on his eggs, pumps his peeps full, and educates them carefully though weaning.
MANY are his children and grand children, and he has a strong preference for birds with faces like his.
He has already bred with his niece to produce Sherry, and I would like to avoid having him breed to any more of his kin.
Once his peep with Liang is weaned, he will be adopted.
Liang is very skittish, and she liked him right off the bat, so I delayed his retirement to give her more time to feel secure with the flock.
But with her egg hatching, she is allowing herself to be casually flirt with more.
Wukong still likes her. So do Cherub and Ginger, so she’ll have her pick when Betty goes to his new home.
6. Temperament
The Therapy Bird Project is working towards developing a performance breed with a temperament conducive to Therapy work.
All else being equal; The birds are all physically sound with no known detrimental genes, no embellishments too exaggerated, not overly aggressive to flock mates, great parents... Then the bird least interested in human company gets retired.
The ground work of physical and mental base soundness has to be laid first and foremost for that excellent temperament I’m aiming for to shine in their handler’s lives for as long as possible.
You probably have not noticed that when bonded pairs retire at the same time, I make a thing of them being bonded in hopes that they will be adopted together.
Dodger and Alex retired close enough to each other that both are still here, and I would prefer they be adopted together.
But if one of them gets a perfect home lined up where I think that individual will be happy, I will not refuse them that good home for the sake of not splitting up a pair.
You care about the idea of that a LOT more than the pigeons themselves do.
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Boss Dad™️
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Fandom: Criminal Minds
Summary: We love when you have an overprotective dad that just so happens to also be your boyfriend’s boss
Pairing: Hotch x son!reader, Spencer Reid x male!reader, Jemily
Requested by anon: “Hi, I wanted to know if you could do a Dr. Reid x male reader, where the reader is Hotch’s son, and his father became kinda overprotective since his mother was killed (Idk if it’s right, my English is not that good)”
⚠Warnings⚠ Slight angst, Spence fluff, overprotective dad! Hotch, Spence comforts reader, bad writing, spoilers, I think that’s all
a/n: this is my first x male reader, and I loved writing this, so thank you anon. Also, apologies if the spacing gets weird, I wrote this in my notes and just copied and pasted lol. 
All of Y/N’s life, he’s had certain...troubles in his relationships. It’s not that he has any trouble finding partners, no, it’s more of my-dad-is-an-overprotective-profiler kind of problem. Ya see he loves his dad, that’s the unquestionable thing. But his dad is, as mentioned before, very protective of his eldest son. Especially after what happened to Haley. He couldn't stand to lose another person he loved.
So he was always wary when Y/N brought someone home. Always ended in the same way. They’d get scared away by getting their secrets exposed and when they left he’d say something along the lines of, “I didn’t like them.” with nothing else.
Now after a certain point, Y/N got tired of trying to reason with his dad. So he just gave up on dating. Until he met a certain Doctor Spencer Reid.
Spencer was a light in his life. The person he never knew he’d been dreaming of. Spencer filled in every empty feeling Y/N ever had. They were quite a pair.
Y/N was studying social sciences and psychology, so he had quite a bit on his plate, and Spencer was out on cases a lot. So the number of official dates they had was slim, but their love for each other wasn’t any different. Hotch had only recently discovered their relationship. And boy was he not happy. He tried to not express it or take it out on YN, but Y/N knows Hotch better than anyone. He could tell it was eating at him, and he wasn’t sure what to do.
“I should visit dad at the BAU. He didn’t bring a lunch anyway so I might as well bring him something...plus I get to surprise Spence.” Y/N mumbled, smiling to himself at the thought. He had a couple of days off school, so he decided to spend them with Jack and his dad. ”He did mention today was a paperwork day, so I shouldn't have to worry about him being out of town.” He said to himself as he grabbed his keys.
One drive to the BAU later, Y/N gets out of his car and makes his way to the entrance. He goes in and pulls out his visitor’s pass that he received from his dad. The security team there knew him pretty well, he visited a lot when he had free days. “Heya Mark, how are the kids?” Y/N asked as he waited for his bag to be checked. “Oh! Andrea got the lead in the school’s play, and she wanted me to thank you for helping her rehearse her lines. Micah is doing just fine, he enjoys soccer practice.” Y/N smiled as he grabbed his bag. “Be sure to tell me about any of Andrea’s performances or Micah’s games!”
“Will do!”
Y/N laughed as he walked towards the elevator. He presses the button for floor six and takes a breath as the elevator ascends. He finally reached the correct floor, and couldn't help but smile as he strolled towards the bullpen, where he immediately sighted Emily. ”Y/N! My favorite Hotchner! How have you been?”
”Oh please Emily we all know that Jack is the favorite Hotchner.” Y/N chuckled and hugged her. ”I’ve been alright, but school is kicking my ass, as usual. How are you and JJ?” Emily smiles warmly at his question. ”Amazing. We just finished unpacking the rest of JJ’s boxes yesterday. She’s officially moved in!”
”I’m so happy for you guys! Anyway, is my dad in his office?” Emily glanced towards Hotch’s door. ”Yep! Where else would he be?” The two laughed together before Y/N said his goodbye and started his trek to his dad's office. He knocked on the door and opened it after hearing a small ”come in” from the other side. Aaron looked up from the file he was working on to see who was at the door. ”Y/N? What're you doing here?” Y/N closed the door. ”Well, I did come here to see you, but I also brought you the lunch you probably didn't realize you left.” Y/N walked over and put the food on Aaron’s desk. The door opened again, and this time, it was Spencer.
“Hey Hotch, I had a question about- Y/N?” Spencer examined him in surprise, not anticipating him to be in his dad’s office. ”Heya Spence.” Y/N grinned, walking to him and engulfing him in a hug. Hotch couldn't help but slightly grimace at the exchange. Y/N saw this, making him wither a bit. Spencer noticed. ”Um- Spence- why don't you meet me in the break room and we can talk a bit over a cup of coffee, yeah?” Spencer pulled away from him, looked into his eyes, gave his hand a small squeeze, and walked out.
Y/N let out a sigh. ”Y/N. You know how I feel about this. You know how our work is- it's dangerous-” Y/N cut him off to finish the statement. ”- because it can compel the unsubs to come after me to get to him. I know.” Y/N looked over at his dad. “Which is exactly why-“
“No, dad.” Aaron was taken aback. “Is that the only reason you don’t like me being with Spencer? Dad, just me being your son puts me in danger. Being friends with the whole BAU team puts me at risk. No, that’s not the real reason, because if that were the case, you would’ve never shown me to the team at all.”  Y/N stood his ground, holding in his pending tears as he tried to stay calm. ”Spencer makes me feel safe. He takes care of me. The only reason you don't want us to be a thing is that you're scared that I'll leave and what happened to mom will repeat itself!” Y/N took a shaky breath in, storming out the door with tears running down his face. He knew he went too far, but right now all he needed was Spencer.
Y/N hurried his way to the break room to avoid being seen by anyone in the bullpen.  Y/N strolled into the break room, where Spencer had just finished making them both coffee. Spencer looked over to him and his smile immediately turned into a look of worry. ”Y/N what’s-” He was cut off by the strong hug that was given to him. He instantly returned the embrace, gently rubbing Y/N’s back and giving him a forehead kiss as a form of comfort. Y/N eventually settled down and moved back from Spencer a bit. ”Can we- you think you can afford to postpone your paperwork for a bit babe? I kinda just-  I need to talk about this with you.” Spencer moved some hair out of Y/N’s face. He pecked his lips and gently grabbed Y/N’s hand. ”Ok, my love.”
-Meanwhile, in the office of big boss dad-
Hotch did not expect that to say the least. He knew Y/N would be upset, but he didn't think he would have lashed out as he did. When he watched Y/N slam the door on him, the weight of what was said hit him. Y/N thought he didn’t trust him? Thought that he didn’t want him to be happy? That’s the opposite of what he wanted. He wanted nothing but the best for his oldest son. He had to think to himself for a while. Was he doing the right thing? Or was he just trying to keep history from repeating itself?
“I was too hard on him...he’s a grown adult, he can make his own decisions.” Hotch thought out loud. He sighed.
He needed to talk with Y/N. Hotch walked out of his office, surprising everyone in the bullpen, as he rarely came out of his office on a paperwork day. He made his way to the break room and was about to say something when he heard Y/N talking.
”Spence I just- I don't know what to do. I don't know why he's so hesitant to let us be a thing I mean- I wouldn't be as upset if it were anyone else but- it's you. He knows you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me- especially after- especially after what happened to mom. I just- I don't want to lose you.” Hotch heard it all. He watched as Spencer easily calmed him down. He saw the love as the two looked at each other. He knew he was mistaken. He had to fix it.
        -6:30 pm, Hotchner household-
Aaron returns from work, take-out food in his hands. As soon as he sets the bags on the dinner table, Jack comes running. ”Daddy!” Aaron smiles as he scoops up his son into his arms. Y/N walks towards the table and looks at his dad. ”Hey Jack, why don't you go play in your room for a few more minutes while Y/N and I set up the food ok?” Aaron set jack back down on the floor and ruffled his hair. ”Ok!” Jack ran upstairs, leaving Aaron and Y/N alone.
”Y/N I-” ”Dad I-” They both started. Aaron sighed and made eye contact with Y/N. ”Listen, dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so mad at you, and I know I went too far with what I said about mom. I know you have your reasons and-” ”Y/N. It's ok. Aaron cut him off, putting a hand on his shoulder. ”I know that I've been hard on you when it comes to you dating- especially after Haley...but I realized this today. First of all, you're a grown man now. I should let you date who you want to. I trust you, and I know that you can take care of yourself. And another thing, I realized how good Spencer is for you. While I shouldn't have been spying on you two, I saw how comfortable and safe you felt with him. I saw love between the two of you. I would never wish to be the reason you are kept from your happiness. So, you have every right to stay with him.”
Y/N had tears in his eyes. ”You mean it?” He asked. ”Yes, completely.” Y/N got closer and tightly hugged his dad. ”Thank you...” He mumbled into his dad’s shirt.
They sat there for a bit, just comfortably embracing one another. ”Who knew big scary boss dad could be so soft?” Y/N remarked, getting a laugh from both of them. ”Anyway, let's get the food set up for real before Jack comes back.”
That night, Y/N texted Spencer, saying all was well.
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Yandere Kageyama please! Maybe he is the leader of the Mafia or a Gang leader?
Now this is very farfetched, but yandere!yakuza!Kageyama? Hot. Didn’t make him the leader in case I want to write more for that AU. It wouldn’t make sense if he was a leader yet in the long run.
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Dealing with other people had never been your strong point.
It wasn’t like you lacked social skills, and you had a few friends to prove that. However, you just weren’t good at negotiations or lying. Being in a tense conversation always made you nervous, as did having to stand your ground and not be a push-over. Then again, you probably would have made it through your life just fine if not for that one mistake.
You cursed your ‘best friend’ quietly under your breath as you walked the long hallways. Feet on wood made those full, echoing sound of steps, letting you know that this was real wooden flooring, only the best of the best and expensive as hell. Things that could be bought when one lends out money and then asked for more and more back.
At the same time, you had to curse yourself too. How stupid had you been to co-sign a contract you hadn’t even read?! Who did this in this day and age, just blindly believing that you weren’t just selling off your soul to someone else’s cause? Of course, no one expected your friend to bail the moment his brilliant idea of a business got ruined, leaving him deep in debt. Still, now it was your responsibility to pay back the money you never even possessed in your whole life.
Anyone would have been nervous, wringing their hands as they got escorted through the traditional mansion. From afar, you heard calm, serene deer scares clicking and water flowing into a pond. Everything seemed so perfect.
Perfect enough to hide a lot of secrets.
Only the person who had greeted you, a tiny, young man with very noticeable orange hair, seemed as if he had no care in the world. He hummed happily, occasionally throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure you were still following, before moving forward in what could be best described as carefree jumps.
“It’ll be alright,” he hummed, after watching your wringing hands. You managed a faint smile, wanting to believe him but finding it hard to after having done your research. This wasn’t just a loan shark facility. The Karasuno clan wasn’t just men in suits with more papers than words. They were the kind of people you didn’t want to pick a fight with, the ones you’d avoid at night. The ones really desperate people would go to for help when the government refused them. The ones your best friend thought he could trust after every bank denied him a loan.
And now it was all on you to meet these people, anxiety or not.
You were led into a nice tatami room, with only one table and two seating pillows filling it. A waste of living space, but it sure left an impression. To be able to afford a mansion so big to have an almost empty conference room in it surely was something to look in awe upon.
“Kageyama will be with you in a bit. Make yourself at home!” your guide chimed, grinning widely before he shut the door behind you. Now, you were all on your own, and you shifted your weight on your feet for a while before deciding to sit down. Just standing around would be very rude, too, right? The last thing you wanted to make was a bad impression, even though that meant you had nothing to get your mind off until it was time to meet that Kageyama-guy.
Meaning, the moment the sliding door flew open, you jumped hard, having been in your thoughts for just a minute too long. “[Name]?” the person who entered asked, and you stuttered a quick, “Y-Yeah?” back. He nodded approvingly before walking over, taking the seat across from you, and you began to wonder if you were sitting on the right side of the table or if there were any rules for that.
“I’m Tobio Kageyama, thank you for coming,” he introduced himself, reaching inside the jacket of his black suit - matching the dark tuft of hair he had perfectly. For a second, you thought those were the last words you’d hear before he pulled a gun on you, but instead, he made a letter appear, as well as an expensive-looking pen.
“This is your signature, correct?” He unfolded the paper for you to see, pointing at the bottom where he had it black ink on white paper, your very own signature. “Yes...” you mumbled, slowly curling into yourself. “Alright, did you have any contact with the person who took out the loan lately? We’ve been trying to find them, but if we can’t, that would mean that you need to pay--”
“I don’t have the money.”
Whatever had ridden you to interrupt him like this vanished with the little bit of confidence you had left. You felt sweat collect on your forehead, and you were too afraid to look up at him, while Kageyama’s mouth hung open, in the middle of saying something. Closing it, he looked at the table, followed by some taps on the wooden surface.
“Do we... do we know each other?” he asked suddenly, catching you off-guard. But he managed to draw your attention again, eyes flitting up to look at his face. “I- I’m not sure, do we?”
“Second year of high school, I think I sat a few rows behind you.”
Blinking, you could barely believe what you were hearing. “Huh, you were? I’m sorry... I must have forgotten... Or wait, you were really into volleyball back then, right?”
A smile crossed his face, nothing you would have described as sincere, but it seemed like a well-meant try. Still, you felt a bit of relief ease the tension in your shoulders, despite not exactly being safe even now. “I’m glad you remembered. I just noticed.”
Clearing his throat, he looked back down at the paper again, pointing his pen towards a large number with a lot of zeroes, making you shift your attention. “See, the problem is that this was my first deal with someone from outside the organization, and I’d absolutely hate to sit on this kind of money. You understand that, right? I eventually have to give it back to my bosses, and for that, it would be really bad for me to not have it, right?”
“I understand...” you mumbled, gulping at the big sum he was talking about. “But I really don’t have it! If I could, I would give it to you right away, but there’s no way for me to pay it back anytime soon.”
Kageyama watched you intently, time passed painfully slow. Something about his unblinking stare was unsettling, but you figured he might just be thinking right now, and instead removed your eyes from him shamefully. It was your fault, and you’d do the right thing if you could to make up for it, but as you were, there was no way to do so.
“I believe you,” he eventually agreed, pulling the paper off the table and back into the pocket inside of his jacket. “So here’s what we will do instead.”
Reaching into the opposite side from where he had just put the document into - and you were almost a hundred percent sure that this was your death sentence now and he’d pull a gun - he produced a silken, deep black, and long piece of fabric. “For as long as the debt isn’t paid, you’ll work for me. There is a lot to do, and you’ll not complain nor search for outside help while you work here. I hope you understand that if you can’t pay back what you owe, we will have to find other people in your surroundings to help you; your family, for example.”
Holding out the piece of fabric towards you, Kageyama leaned forward over the table. “I only do that because we have past together, [Name]. I’d hate if there was something happening to someone I know just because one more asshole runs away from their responsibilities. I can help you, and this is a good option, believe me. No harm will come to you or anyone else this way.”
The offer sounded reasonable enough, despite you not missing the bad notions in it that he so carefully threaded into his words. In the end, even if you knew each other, he too was a yakuza, serving his own and his clan’s purpose more than anyone’s. This was a merciful suggestion compared to the alternatives, and you could not imagine how your parents would take it if they were to be bothered by people like him.
Agreeing despite your better judgment, you took the thing from him, stretching it in your hand. It was soft, and honestly, you could imagine yourself wearing a pajama in it; it was that comfortable. “Uhm...” you mumbled, realizing you didn’t know what to do with that. “Please put it on,” he instructed, standing up. Only now did you realize it was perfectly made to be used as a blindfold.
Despite your hands shaking, you hesitantly covered your eyes with it, thanking God that if this was your end, you’d at least not have to see it coming. You flinched when you felt two other hands coming down onto the back of your head, helping you to secure the fabric tightly before you were asked for your hand to help you up. Up till now, you weren’t dead yet, so that was an achievement. “It’s just for security reasons, don’t worry. I’ll bring you somewhere safe, so just follow my lead.”
His fingers linked with yours - weird considering you two weren’t so close to justify such an affectionate hold on you - and you felt his tug, urging you forward. “Where... Where will we be going?” you asked, hearing the sliding door open, followed by a small chuckle of a third voice, before familiar-sounding footsteps took off before you two. Kageyama clicked his tongue, and you already felt like you had made a mistake, unable to see that his reaction had been for someone else entirely.
“Don’t worry, [Name],” he assured you, but his lack of answering your question barely helped you.
Still, all you could do was trust him, now that you were in his care.
Trusting was something you were very good at after all, Kageyama was aware. You’d trust a friend you’d only known for a few months and co-sign his contract with the yakuza. You’d trust said yakuza when he told you he had work for you to fulfill the deed. And you trusted Kageyama to be sincere, when really, he had set you up to come to him and agree to his conditions without complaining, letting yourself be taken to his room easily.
A room in which really no one could hear you when you screamed as the Karasuno clan’s prodigy would do all the things to you he had been dreaming about for years now.
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i found my hand is holding yours
so this started as a drabble and was supposed to be hella short, but please enjoy 1.6k words of julie and luke being absolutely adorable. 
julie has been dealing with a persistent classmate who won’t take no for an answer, so luke accompanies her to their end-of-the-term party in hopes to get the point across. 
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"okay, so i have a really weird favour to ask.”
luke looked up from his guitar, arching a brow at julie's obvious distress. they had been at it for a few hours, trying to write a new song, but the motivation wasn't really flowing. ultimately they decided to separate and see what they could come up with on their own. it was a bit pointless since all luke could think about was the girl in the corner and all of his feelings for her.
"there are only a handful of things i wouldn't do for you, jules. so, shoot."
the apparent blush on her cheeks was unavoidable, so she pulled a few stray curls out from behind her ears. 
"would you mind coming with me to this end of term party type thing?" julie asked, hesitantly biting her lip. it wasn't that she didn't think he'd be up for it, it was just the uncomfortableness of the entire situation. "it's for everyone in our music program. but there's just this guy who isn't really getting the hint and i figure if —" luke's eyes snapped over to her nervous and fiddling figure as soon as she mentioned a boy. "i'll be there," he replied instantly. his limited motivation to continue strumming his guitar until he found a melody he enjoyed immediately disappeared, and all he could think about was that julie had been feeling uncomfortable lately, and he had no idea. "he's not like a bad guy or anything!" julie rushed to add, because she had a heart of gold and always sought the best in people. "he's sweet, really — sort of. he's just also very persistent and i'm not —" "you don't need to explain," luke told her, shooting her a lopsided grin to calm her nerves. "i'll be there." it was a blessing in disguise that the boys could now be seen by everyone, and not just when they were performing with julie. she would feel much more comfortable with luke by her side; he was her anchor, and it helped that he was so protective, that hopefully he would help get the hint across to her surprise suitor. she knew what luke was thinking; was it nick? and the answer was no. they were friends now, nothing more. but a few months back, a new student joined their program, and he was partnered with julie for a few exercises. she didn't think anything of it, being friendly and polite as per her usual. it seemed like somewhere along the way, he developed feelings for her and no matter how many times she said no to a date, he kept asking. something about persistence? julie hated it. he was still constantly polite and respectful, but the mere fact that he wouldn't take no for an answer was severely unnerving for her. she hoped him seeing her with luke would get the hint across that she wasn't interested (and if it led him to believe that she wasn't available, then so be it). the music program party was being held in the school gym, filled with games, snacks and of course, an open mic. even though julie was a tad bit nervous to attend, luke confidently grabbed onto her hand and quite literally dragged her into the gymnasium. "socialization is good for you, jules," he had said teasingly, to which julie squeezed his hand painfully. he shot her a wolfish grin in response. "i'm going to get us drinks, you good?" luke pondered, ducking his eyes to meet hers. he could tell how nervous she looked by the way she couldn't stop moving her hands, and it irritated him that someone was making her feel weary like this. "jules," he repeated, squeezing her hand. julie nodded, raising her chin in a more obvious display of confidence. "i'm good," she insisted. he pulled on their hands until he was out of her reach and hers dropped back down to her side. the gym was decently filled; julie recognized a number of familiar faces as she actively searched for flynn, who had shot her a message saying she was already here. as she was distracted searching through the crowd, she didn't notice the one person she was trying to avoid. his name was caden, and he was cute and sweet, but he was just not getting it. "hey julie! it's nice to see you!" his hands were shoved into the front pockets of his jeans as he rocked back and forth. "are you planning on singing tonight?" julie shot him a polite smile. she just didn't have it in her to be mean, but she knew if she was a bit more direct and aggressive, this entire situation might end here and now. "probably not. i don't plan on staying long." "oh," his eyes widened, and suddenly julie knew that was the wrong thing to say. "did you maybe want to go out after? coffee or something?" julie felt her panic start to climb its way up her throat; god, where the hell was luke? it's okay, she just had to let him down again. "uh, actually —" "here you go, jules!" julie almost screamed in relief when she heard luke's familiar voice. he slipped in next to her, bumping her hip clumsily. to the untrained eye, it looked like he was just being a walking hazard, but julie knew it was on purpose. he was a touch-oriented person, and his touch soothed julie; they both knew that. luke handed julie a cup of punch, and his gaze flitted to caden, who was staring at them with wide blue eyes. "oh hey! my name's luke, i'm in the band with julie." with his free hand, he reached over to shake caden's hand. caden looked surprised and a tad disappointed, but he was nothing but respectful to luke as he introduced himself. "i'm caden, one of julie's classmates." a comfortable silence passed among them as their focus was directed to the stage where one of their classmates was performing. luke could sense julie's tension and his free hand reached down for hers. he didn't outright tangle their fingers together but his pinky reached out to wrap with hers in a comforting gesture. it gave her the power to do whatever she felt comfortable with. unbeknownst to them, caden watched their entire interaction, and even though he was disappointed, only a blind person wouldn't see their obvious connection. it suddenly dawned on him why julie never seemed to reciprocate his intentions, and he couldn't believe he'd never caught on before (he saw their performances on youtube videos). "ah, so you two are...?" caden trailed off, unsure of what to label it. luke and julie glanced over at him, julie with furrowed eyebrows, and luke with a somewhat smug but innocent expression. "oh, we're not re—" julie started to say, but caden shook his head, smiling. "i should've figure it out sooner," he added, "i've seen the youtube videos. you can't fake that chemistry." luke pursed his lips at the use of the word chemistry. at one point, he'd deny it, but at this point? it would be an outright lie. julie, however, just looked confused. "sure, but that's no—" "it's okay julie, you don't have to explain," caden insisted. "i see the way he looks at you, and i get it now. i'll see you around," he smiled, waving before he walked away. luke awkwardly sipped his drink. he wasn't expecting to be put on blast like that. he couldn't exactly control his eyes and what they did when they looked at julie. she was the embodiment of beauty and music and perfection, and that was everything luke saw when he looked at her. if he was exhibiting 'heart-eyes' (as alex and reggie had told him multiple times), he couldn't stop it. "okay, well, i guess that worked," julie smiled, tapping her cup against luke's in cheers. "although, i wonder why he thought we were — you know." luke glanced over at her. she was watching the stage performance with such a sense of innocence that luke almost didn't want to burst her bubble. almost. "come on, jules," he chuckled, shaking his head when she turned to him with questioning eyes. "you know why." julie pursed her lips, holding his steady gaze. it was challenging because his eyes were absolutely gorgeous and intense, and clearly the way he looked at her made her feel things. sometimes she could feel his gaze on her while she played piano, or while she studied for a test or wrote excitedly in his (their) song journal. sometimes she would look over at him and he'd already be looking at her. and at first, he would look away in embarrassment, but now, he would hold her gaze, sometimes even going as far to send a smirk to really throw her off her game and fluster her. something had changed between them along the way and they both knew it. they just hadn't decided when was the right time to address it. the truth was luke could be ripped away at any moment; the thought caused julie to live in a constant state of paralyzing fear. and so, the time never felt right. "yeah," julie mumbled, reached for his hand again. "i do." julie didn't end up leaving early. she found herself in the corner of the gym, leaning against the wall with luke's arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. they watched performance after performance and they couldn't even be bothered to get up on stage and show them what a real duet looked like because they were so comfortable in each other's arms. and as julie tipped her head onto luke's shoulder, a sudden wave of exhaustion overtaking her, she knew caden never had a chance because her heart was already taken.
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