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raveneira · 1 year

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Why this change was more harmful to Sarada’s big moment than you think

If it wasnt obvious yes this will be another anti BoruSara post although that isnt the main focus, obviously if your a shipper then you obviously have no issue with the scene I’ll be critiquing, so for your own peace of mind scroll on.

Anyway Im gonna be talking about the Chidori scene which yes, Im still very pissed about which wouldnt still be the case if it werent still being talked about today which unfortunately it is, and any critique of it is seen as just ‘haters’ jealous of their BoruSara moment.

Key point, jealous, of their BoruSara moment.

If you didnt catch it, this was supposed to be and originally was SARADA’S moment, Boruto, let alone anyone else, was not a factor, they played background roles while Sarada was the MVP of that moment, it was NEVER a BoruSara moment, it was always SARADA’S moment.

And there lies the problem with the anime changes, it robbed Sarada of what was originally hers and made her NEED Boruto to succeed when originally all she needed was them to stall while she found the core and when she did she went ham all on her own, no help needed.

I left out a key detail there intentionally since I’ll bring it up later but first I gotta address the moment Im specifically talking about and WHY it hurt Sarada’s big moment and her character.

First off Sarada is panicking, unsure of herself, she cant focus and cant find the core fast enough, she even berates herself for always needing Boruto and Mitsuki to protect her, keep this in mind.

Once Sarada DOES find the core, like the manga she concludes that shes gotta be the one who destroys it herself and prepares herself to do so, however...rather than taking off and destroying the core, theres a long pause for Boruto to look back at her, Sarada to look at him, Boruto smiles at her, and then Sarada looks on with determination, and THEN she moves forward to destroy the core.

So whats wrong with this? why is this bad? simple, just look at the original scene in the manga.

Sarada isnt panicking, she doesnt doubt herself, and she doesnt berate herself for needing ‘saving’ all the time or being ‘useless’. She is confident, focused, and jumped into action all on her own.

Remember how I said I left out a key detail on purpose? well now is where I bring it up. The key detail of this scene I left out is Kawaki telling Sarada to focus, why? to make a point about the difference between Kawaki’s involvement in this scene and Boruto’s despite both serving the same purpose.

Whether I do or dont mention Kawaki telling Sarada to focus it doesnt change the scene at all, she got distracted, Kawaki told her to stay focused and she did, it doesnt take or give anything away to her moment, so whether I do or dont bring it up her moment is still the same, it was irrelevant.

Compare that to Boruto’s involvement, Sarada was berating herself for being useless and always needing Boruto [and Mitsuki] to save her, shes panicking and unsure of herself, and even after spotting the core and knowing what she needs to do, she still needed an extra morale boost from Boruto giving her reassurance with a smile giving her the final push she needed to act.

If you cant see why thats bad I’ll go ahead and spell it out for you, in the manga Sarada simply needed to be told how to defeat Boro and fill in the rest on her own while they take the heat to buy her time which shs succeeds in doing all on her own, however in the anime Sarada needed silent reassurance from Boruto AND his assistance to give her an opening just to hit Boro when she specifically said in the manga that her Chidori was the best jutsu for the task BECAUSE it was faster than he could weave signs, Boruto helping her to hit him undercuts her speed feat while giving Boruto one in her place since he literally backflipped over her Chidori just before she ran by.

Do you see why this is an issue yet? why this hurt her character and her moment?

Without the manga for comparison the anime paints a very clear picture, that Sarada isnt confident in herself or her abilities, she isnt a level headed captain and crumbles under pressure, even if she has it all figured out she still needs Boruto to give her reassurance and confidence, she also needed Boruto in order to create distractions and an opening for her to hit Boro undetected, and a new speed feat is achieved by Boruto back flipping over a high speed chidori.

So whats special about this scene for Sarada in the anime version? nothing really, it was cool that this was her first chidori moment and she asked her dad to give her strength but thats about it, the praise falls more on Boruto than it does her in this situation since she was freakin out the whole time prior and needed his help to back her up.

Which is exactly the problem, its no longer her moment, its Sarada and Boruto’s when it didnt need to be, they have plenty of moments where their teamwork and chemistry shines, but this was HER moment to shine on her own, she didnt NEED Boruto to succeed because she is strong and capable of holdin her own without him.

This was literally not just her big chidori moment, but also her moment as captain, her first time taking on the leadership role where her comrades lives rests in her hands and she has to be the one to make the calls for victory, so this moment was critical in showcasing her leadership skills and the anime completely ruined it by having her distracted, wavering, doubting herself, panicking, and needing someone else to help her succeed.

That Is TERRIBLE for her character

To put it inter perspective lets look at how Mitsuki and Kawaki’s involvement impacts her moment, Mitsuki is the one who suggests her as captain because he believes shes the most suited for the role and has good judgement, Kawaki agrees with Mitsuki and believes shes their best chance of winning, Kawaki informs Sarada about the whole core situation and leaves the finding and destroying of it to her, when Mitsuki is hurt Sarada gets distracted for a moment but Kawaki reminds her to focus and she does.

Now if we include the anime additions there was also a added scene of Kawaki looking back at Sarada which you could argue has the same effect as Boruto, but the difference is Boruto was actually a completely added scene that didnt exist in the manga, however the moment between Kawaki and Sarada actually DID occur in the manga just the sequencing was different in the anime.

For starters Boruto and Mitsuki went ahead and started attacking Boro on their own, Sarada also jumped in and so did Kawaki, this however was changed in the anime but more on that later.

After all 4 of their attacks fail, Kawaki asks Boruto and Mitsuki to buy him time to explain his plan to Sarada, afterwards he jumps in and attacks Boro alongside Mitsuki and Boruto leaving the rest to her, this was also altered in the anime.

Like I said the anime changed the sequence of these events but its important to know how these changes affected the moment if at all which the short answer is it didnt.

Instead of all 4 of them attacking Boro together at first and then Kawaki explaining, Kawaki actually stops Sarada before she can go join Boruto and Mitsuki, he holds her hand while explaining the situation about the core, however Sarada gets distracted and loses focus and acts recklessly when she sees Mitsuki get hurt [refer back to that panel of Kawaki telling Sarada to focus] and pulls away from Kawaki to try and go help him [again refer back to that panel where despite her concern she remained level headed and focused on her objective] while foolishly running head first, Kawaki jumps over Sarada and Mitsuki assists him to blow Boro in half.

Its here that Kawaki looks back at Sarada and says hes counting on her.

So how is this different than the Boruto scene? simple, like I said this scene actually does exist in the manga the sequencing was just different.

Basically the scene where Kawaki tells Sarada to focus and ignore Mitsuki is changed to this

And the scene where he looks back at Sarada is actually just these panels but extended a few extra seconds.

The reason for this is because they switched where Kawaki tells her the plan, so instead of Kawaki simply telling her to look close and find it and then running off, they had Sarada lose focus and rush in to save Mitsuki which caused Kawaki to get involved and stop her, the moment he looks at her is the silent version of the panel where Kawaki tells her to focus.

In short, his look towards Sarada was SPs version of the ‘Forget him Sarada! focus!’ panel. But by changing the sequence of events its understandable why ppl have different interpretations on what his look meant vs Boruto’s, context is key after all and if your anime only you will have a very VASTLY different understanding of this fight than those who read the manga.

Anyway my point is that although altered, this moment DID infact exist in the manga, it wasnt just some additional scene added but literally what happened in the manga just in a different way. Boruto looking back and smiling at Sarada giving her a morale boost was nowhere in the manga, Kawaki reminding Sarada to focus on the plan however is even if SP altered it, it still EXISTED in the source material.

So how did these changes affect her moment? they didnt, nobody really talks about Kawaki saying hes counting on her, holding her hand etc because in the grand scheme of things none of that mattered, its not worth mentioning outside of shipping obviously but in terms of Sarada and her big moment? these alterations had zero effect on it, nobody talks about Kawaki’s involvement because it was irrelevant, the same cannot be said for Boruto.

Shipping or non shipping related Boruto is brought up because he was, as terrible as it is, he was a intergral part of her moment and success. He’s the one who reassured everyone to have faith in their captain, his smile gave Sarada the push she needed, his assistance was what allowed her to hit Boro undetected, and without him she wasnt confident in herself prior to him smiling at her.

So no, these two moments are vastly different, and whats most sad about it is that they included extra bits for Kawaki that didnt take away from Sarada or her moment at all, so it isnt like it couldnt be done, but for Boruto they made sure that his inclusion completely undercut Sarada entirely.

Despite popular belief this has nothing to do with shipping, but Sarada’s character being held back by Boruto stealing her spotlight when he didnt have to, the sequel is literally called BORUTO, theres literally over 200 episodes of this boy shining both solo and teamwork, he did not NEED to be included in her big moment and because he was we got tweets like this that should’ve been about Sarada.

Like I said shippers are a separate subject of course, but this included non shippers as well, it was not just a BoruSara vs antis situation, Sarada fans who dont even ship her with anyone were pissed at her scene being undercut like it was, the only ppl who were happy with this scene were BoruSara and Boruto stans, which should tell you all you need to know since this entire scene catered to those very ppl. Nuff said.

I dont really feel the need to hide any names because this isnt a personal attack on anybody other than the studio itself, these tweets are just examples to make a point of how these changes harmed Sarada’s character and moment by making it all about Boruto more so than Sarada and the attention shifted from her to him instead. If you compared the conversations after the chapter dropped vs the episode you’d be amazed at how different it is, hell there wasnt any shipping talk from any side, the attention and praise was all on Sarada and SHE was the main thing ppl talked about, sure the boys got praise too for relying on her and backin her up, but the main focus was on HER as it should’ve been.

So yea, its 2023 and this is still an issue, know why? because her leadership being undercut didnt stop here but its a recurring thing with her character ever since [see the Funato arc if you need any convincing] even the manga had walked back on her leadership but the difference is atleast she did have good leadership in the manga at one point [Ironic how her leadership was undermined the same way it was in the anime, shoehorning Boruto in on what should be her moment] meanwhile the anime has yet to show Sarada having good leadership, and assuming they’ll animate 58 [which I doubt] then the disrespect wont even be surprising since she never had a firm grip on her teammates to begin with.

#boruto anime #boruto next generations #anti borusara #anti-borusara #anti-bsa

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girlindelusionn · 2 years

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i want them all, robin x you (finale!)

“Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover”

so this is it </3 im actually sad this is ending

im always open to more requests! school is starting again so they might take a while, but im running out of good ideas so any bit of inspiration will be deeply appreciated

hope yall like this ending, its a bit delusional, but i warned you since the beggining, this is just plotless fluff

part 4 here!

People usually hate the days before Christmas, right? The planning, the early cooking, the empty stores and the upgoing prices. It’s like you had a million things to do, and, at the same time, were only able to wait. So December 23th was hardly the best day of any of your years.

But, 1987 turned out to be the clear exception.

Flying during the holidays was a bad idea. A really bad idea. But if the person you’re renting the apartment you're planning to stay on says she has an opening December 24th then you take it. No matter how chaotic or expensive. More if that person is your long lost aunt, who’s doing it practically for free. If that’s the case then you cry of happiness and promise to buy her a really nice gift.

And that’s why Robin and you —and both your parents, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan and even Mr Hauser— are in the middle of an airport on the busiest day of the year. December 23th.

It still feels like a dream. Like at any moment your alarm clock is gonna run off and you’re gonna realize nothing of this is really happening. You’re not holding a bag almost as big as you in your hands, your Mom is not hugging you goodbye, crying her eyeballs out and you’re not about to accomplish one of your dreams with the love of your life by your side. There was no way.

“And don’t you forget to write. Imma be expecting at least three pages long letters, with pictures!” Says you mom, refusing to let you go just yet. You laugh, but leaving her embrace hurts you too. You’re gonna miss her like crazy.

“A letter a week, I promise.” She holds your face between her hands and you give her a couple tears, even after you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry. She deserves it. She laughs sadly and wipes them off for you. Then hugs you one last time, whispering “I love you” and “Be careful” in your ear.

You wait till Robin is done talking to Mr Hauser, (“You made it!” He says to her. “I did!” She replies as she hugs him) to say goodbye to Jonathan and Nancy, who wish you the best and promise to write as well. You wish them good luck during college to both of them, and hug them one last time.

You move on to Steve, who’s trying his best not to cry, but it’s visible he’s just about to give in.

“Steve…” you laugh and he curses you when the tears start coming. “Come here, you dingus.” You pull him and Robin, who had just finished with her parents, into a hug.

“I’M GONNA MISS YOU SO MUCH” he cries into your shoulders.

“We too.” You three stay there for a second longer, but then you leave a kiss in his hair and pull back. He wipes the tears with his sleeve and smiles sadly. “Oh, c’mon, don’t cry. We’ll bring you a nice European girlfriend, Steve, we promise.”

He laughs, and while you say goodbye to Robin's parents, promising with honesty that you’ll take the best care of her, she does the same thing with your mom.

And just like that you’re done. All that’s left to do is grab her hand and go into the only-passengers-allowed part of the airport.

So you do, the smile on your faces contrasting with the tears.

Three long hours later, –and two trips to the bathroom, one coffee, a fashion session at the free shop and a little make out session on a random bathroom stall– you find yourselves on your seats. Robin, after winning an intense rock-paper-scissors tournament, is on the window seat. You sit at her right, with her hand intertwined between yours. It's almost time to take off, and contrary to what you’d believe, Robin is awfully quiet.

“It’s everything okay?” You ask. And she looks at you with a mix of clear sadness and the most pure happiness you’ve seen. She’s crying, it's only a little but enough to make your stomach drop. You hate seeing her cry, no matter the context.

“I never thought I’d be sad to leave Hawkins…” she whispers and you chuckle.

“It’s a little weird” you admit, she is laying her head on your shoulder. “But it's your hometown, after all. And this is not a one way ticket.”

“That also makes me sad! It’s only for six months and then we’re back!”

“So you're sad we’re going away…” you try to resonate, she nods without her head leaving your shoulder. “And you're also already sad because we have to come back?”

“Yeah” she laughs in between cries.

“God…” you sight, jokingly.

“Oh, don’t act like me being insane is something new to you, Y/LN. You signed up for this.”

You take a second to kiss her face and squeeze her hand three times, trying to tell her how much you loved her without having to verbalize it.

“And I’ll do it over and over again.”

And with that statement the plane takes off and your dream materializes. Your running away conversations become true as you leave the Hawkins lights behind and you can’t help but cry too. Feeling like you’ve lived only for this moment to arrive.

Time starts to act weird after that, because the nine hour flight feels never ending, but from the moment you arrive at the airport, –seven am for you two, one pm for the rest of the country– time, ironically, seems to fly by.

You get your bags and call a taxi, leaving all the talking to your girlfriend, who was so excited to prove her abilities for real. And you see, Robin speaking anything but English usually turned you on back home. You thought once you were somewhere where they don’t speak English in general then it wouldn’t have the same wonderful but inconvenient effect on your body.

Safe to say, your hypothesis was wrong. So wrong it is almost enough for you both to overcome your exhaustion. Key word being almost, because you end up passing out on your new apartment bed with half your clothes gone.

After a solid five hour nap you wake up with a squirming head over your chest. Her scent fills your nostrils and invades your head with the same unconditional love you’ve been feeling since that Christmas, almost five years ago.

“Hey, there…” you whisper, to try and see if she’s awake. You feel her smile, your favorite feeling in the world.

She responds a little “Hi…” with the softest voice you’ve ever heard. She has that guilty smile, the one that she uses when she’s afraid to ask for something. You try and tell her with your heart eyes that you would do everything for her, whatever she wants. You don't think she gets the whole message. You don't think she comprehends just how deep your love is. But she keeps talking, so at least she understood part of it. “Wanna grab some cheap dinner and have a picnic at seven pm?”

You smile and close your eyes, trying to make this moment last as long as possible.

“You know I can't say no to you” and with that she squeals in excitement and leaves the bed to go get ready. “But it’s also like forty degress so find some extra blankets and your biggest jacket!” you yell, because she’s already in the bathroom.

You hear the shower being turned on and the water starting to run reminds you you haven’t peed since the airport, so you get up too.

“Okay, mom…” she jokes. You enter the bathroom and do your business.

“Yeah you laugh now, but when i'm visiting beautiful museums and you’re in bed with a cold imma be the one laughing”

“Oh, you wouldn’t go without me” she says behind the curtain. Steam escaping and fogging the little window on the ceiling.

“Yeah, you’re right…” you accept as you strip down and join her under the water.

A wonderful hour later you’re being helped by a lovely guy who had offered to take your first picture in this adventure. He says an equivalent of “cheese!” you don't quite understand, but obey either way. Then he snaps the picture and returns both the camera and the little polaroid photo to Robin, who thanks him. First, wrongfully in English, and then, seeing the confused look on the guy's face, she repeats it in French.

“Merci pour l'aide!”

“Êtes-vous nouveau ici?”

“Qu'est-ce qui l'a donné?” they both laugh, you still can’t understand a thing. But it’s still So. Fucking. Hot.

“Passez un merveilleux séjour!” he wishes and she smiles at him. What are they saying?

“Merci beaucoup! Bonne nuit”

“Bonne nuit!”

After that he waves you goodbye and goes away. Robin makes her way back to you and shows you the picture. You can see the Eiffel Tower, decorated for the holidays, behind you, but it doesn't shine nearly as much as your smiles, almost buried under scarves and clothing. It was freezing, but you don’t care. Life was almost too good to be true right now, so any simple discomfort didn't matter. How could it? You are here, walking under the stars next to the love of your life, staring at the place of your dreams, with nothing to do but enjoy this paradise.

You get your dinner from the first food car you can find and eat it while discussing your plans for tomorrow. She’s even more enthusiastic than usual, which is a beautiful sight alone, but she’s also so cute trying to eat with her gigantic mittens on. Her pastrami sandwich kept on falling onto the blanket. When you’re done you clean everything up and lay down for a while, staring at the moon and the stars from a completely new perspective. She was actually telling you about some constellations you couldn’t see from home when you interrupted her:

“I'm sorry but can I give you your present?” you ask with an impatient smile. She nods, so you take out a wrapped package from your bag as she takes her mittens out.

The paper is full of stars too, and it has a note with the little drawing you had made on her shoe all those years ago. Instead now it said:

“Operation Croissant:

Phase one officially completed.

Here’s something you might need for phase two!

Loves you, Y/N<3”

She tears the wrapper with all the care in the world, keeping the card in her pocket with the promise of putting it on her wallet. The paper reveals a dark green scrapbook, painted with doodles of you two in the most famous monuments. There's Robin and you sliding down the leaning tower of pisa, climbing the pyramids and sitting on the top of the colosseum. But in the middle of the cover, written in beautiful letters, it said: “Robin and Y/N discover the world.”

Astonished, she opens the book and goes through the first few pages. The first one is almost empty, except for the dedication in the middle. “For Robin. To always running away together, my dear. I love you forever and ever.” The next few pages are filled with the dates and destinations you have planned for this trip and you had left enough space for her to fill with pictures or whatever she wants to. The rest of the scrapbook is blank, ready to be filled with any other adventure you two have in the future.

She stares at it in awe, not believing you actually did all of this just for her.

“Do you like it?” she looks at you in disbelief.

“Are you kidding? This is the best gift I’ve ever received, Y/N. This is beautiful.” she looks like she’s about to cry “I can’t believe this. Thank you so much”

“You’re welcome, baby” you’re so glad she liked it.

She examines the gift for a little longer before bringing a pout to her face.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything is wonderful” she assures you “But now my gift seems a bit…”

“Robin, I will love your gift no matter what. You could give me your literal farts on a little glass bottle and I would still treasure them with my life, alright?” you even grab her hands to make your point. How could you care about material things when having her in your life was already the best present she could ever give you.

“Close your eyes” she demands and you follow through with it. She starts looking around in her bag “No peeking!” she says, putting a cold hand over your face.

“I'm not!”

“Here it is!” she says to herself when she finds it. Then she takes her hand off you, but you don’t open your eyes just yet. Not until she says “Alright, now you can look…” you feel the nerves in her voice, so you’re just a little worried when you open your eyes.

And the last thing you expect to be waiting for you is your girlfriend, with a nervous smile, holding open a little purple box, containing a ring.

Your features must reflect your shock, cause she starts doing the thing when she anxiously over explains everything.

“It's not a proposal ring!” is the first thing she clarifies, you frown “I mean, it kinda is, but for a lot of reasons it's more of a promise ring.” she grabs your hand, holding up both her eyebrows, like asking for your permission. You, of course, nod ‘yes’. “With this…” she says as she slides the ring into your finger. “I promise you, right now right here, that I'm here to stay for the long haul, whatever that looks like in our future. Even if it's traveling across the globe, or growing old in some forgotten corner of the world, with eight kids and twenty five grandkids or twelve cats and the biggest book shelf to ever be made. I don't care how life turns out to be, but the only thing I can't ever be missing is you…”

After such revelation you can't do anything but hug her, trying to be discreet, because you are still in public, but also wanting to respond to all of those feelings. Tell her that every bit of her love was reciprocated. You stay in that embrace, her arms founding their usual place in your hips, as your body practically melted into hers. You were so lucky.

“That sounds an awful lot like an engagement ring…” you say, tears holding desperately to your eyelashes as you grab your right hand and examine the ring closer. It’s nice and delicated, with an emerald instead of a diamond. You wonder how she managed to pay it, and suddenly remember all the shifts she had to ‘cover Steve’ for. “Robin, this is beautiful…” you add in whispers.

“I know, but it’s not like we can get married anyway…” she whispers back and it feels like a stab right in the middle of your chest.

Right.

You technically, and legally, couldn’t. But when have the two of you done anything the traditional way?

“We don’t need papers for it to feel official, don’t we?” She shrugs, not getting the message. “Robin Buckley…” you call again and she looks up from your embrace, confused at the use of her full name. “Can I ask you a question?”

She laughs, knowingly. She deserves that.

“Of course.”

“Would you marry me anyway?”

Her features soften as she scans your eyes for any type of indicator this might be a joke. But you’re a hundred percent sure. You’ve never been more sure of anything in your whole life. Her eyes and mouth open, like she’d never even thought marrying you was a real possibility. Like she had just resigned to their rules and accepted she could never have the type of love songs and films were about. Like you had just given her the key to a completely new word.

And, if you thought about it, you had. You had just offered her the most precious thing anyone could give; time. You had given her the key to every early morning of coffees and crazy hairs and every late night of secrets and nightmares, the chance to comfort you after every failure and celebrate with you every win, the opportunity to stick by your side on every step of the way.

Instead of properly answering she grabs your face and kisses you in plain sight for the first time in your lives. Her lips are soft and cold and her face is slightly wet because of all the tears, but it’s still the best kiss you’ve ever had the honor to experience.

You pull away after a second and wait for her to actually answer, but she’s just staring at you with a loving smile.

“Is– is that a..?”

“Right!” she remembers, you chuckle. Such a dork. “Yes, Y/N Y/LN, I will marry you.”

You kiss her once again, pulling her in for a hug and letting silence invade you once more.

At some point she starts softly laughing. “Proposing in the city of love? That’s so cheesy!” you laugh too, but also tickle her on her right side, making her squirm on your arms.

“It was not my ring but yours!” you defend yourself. “Plus, you know the dork inside you secretly loved it.”

“Yeah she did.” she accepts with a chuckle “Merry Christmas, Y/N”

“Merry Christmas, Robin.”

#wlw #stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #dating robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #lgbt

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bytedykes · 2 years

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[ID: screenshot from bridge to the turnabout of just the textbox. Edgeworth is saying "I'm a man of science. I don't believe in 'spiritual power'." to Iris. /end ID]

okay this is really really funny to me because. actually under the cut this goes

okay so from the beginning of this case part 1-1, we have the magazine that hazakura temple was advertised in right?? and it said something about. im just gonna put the quotes here

maya says: "It's the New Year's issue of "Oh! Cult!", Winter Spiritual Locations Special!" and then reads out a tagline on the magazine, "Maximize your spiritual powers with just one night of intensive training!"

additionally, "You know, I think I've heard of this temple before. It's a famous channeling dojo. It's hard for even real spirit mediums like us to make reservations up there!" (more maya dialogue)

ok here is my thought process:

spirit channeling magazines exist?? or general occult magazines? and its obviously established the occult is real

it is also established in the ini miney case in jfa that you can study the occult. like. in college?? im not clear on whether that ended up being bs or if its like actual courses and research and stuff that ini/mimi was taking

obviously maya is a spirit medium. and she brings up earlier in this case how kurain village used to be richer because more people were commissioning their spirit channeling services. and again in the ini miney case dr grey pays for a channeling

so again we know that spirit mediums and general occult/spiritual/magic-y stuff isnt like. completely unknown to the general world. like it is not unheard of and people are aware of it, even if they arent directly related to channeling practices or families themselves

the implication that spirit mediums are just like a normal part of society EVEN THOUGH regular people dont know about them or think spirit channeling is bogus?? akjsdjks there are spirit channeling MAGAZINES which apparently spirit mediums actively read and can advertise in !

maya saying "its hard for even real spirit mediums like us" so people who arent spirit mediums make reservations at the temple?? fake mediums and just regular people?? (see larry) (yeah he's tagging along with elise who doesn't count as a not spirit medium but still) so the temples are just available to anyone and regular people can book there??

(SEE AGAIN INI VISITING KURAIN VILLAGE TO STUDY THE OCCULT)

EDGEWORTH SAYING HE DOESNT BELIEVE IN THIS even though phoenix's two weird little girls are spirit mediums and he KNOWS THIS, ergo has a direct personal connection to channeling, is SO FUNNY. "a man of science" he's so embarrassing and i love him

ALSO. in the demasque case there's a whole MUSEUM EXHIBIT on kurain village?? hi???

this isn't even considering khura'in and anything from the later games !

this is just word vomit im not making any points i just think the situation they set up is incredibly funny. like what the hell sdakdsl

i dont like putting things under the cut usually but also it makes me feel so mysterious, like oOooOooh click my button boy! if you clicked my button hi<3

(also not related to this train of thought specifically but how does pearly like?? do the things she does does she have her own bank account or something how does this work? she went out to buy strawberry cake during the demasque (? i think it was that one) case, and then this case she's the one who books the reservations for the temple, and like idk how! with what money! what are her little girl secrets! why is she more financially competent than maya and phoenix combined! i love her so much <3)

#t&t #aa #misc #ramble tag

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cold-arrow · 1 year

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Doctor’s notes, Book 5 part 13

| Skyward / The Icespires | summary, things of note since last entry: boarding ship, destination broken gift, Sir Angelo's insights dwarven city, the king and his double directions, A visit from Varan. the Yak-Folk | 1 / 6 | its been quiet. too quiet for a while now. Even with Sir Angelo filling some the of the deafening silence. it feels… foreboding. I still wake up each morning, if not in the middle of the night, terrified. But I don’t even remember any of my dreams, or nightmares. I am… concerned to say the least. If When – She -- comes back again. I… don’t know what I am gonna do. Or if ill be able to even do anything usefull. Our audience with the damned king only further proving how useless I am. I try to keep myself busy, but I don’t have much to do or distract myself with. I… I just have to keep going. I can not stop. Even it the weight… It just gets heavier. by the day. Even if the others lessen the burden. Still want to do something to return th apqklkgsht maybe that’s something I can preoccupy myself with.

| 2 / 6 | things went better then expected when we boarded the ship. The crew was… still distant as expected. but… it didn’t feel, or seem as bad as last time. Lym, has been staring daggers at her brother though it feels like. Or... it’s hard to tell. She hasn’t talked to him yet. And kept quiet thusfar for the most part. Just waiting and observing. … I gave our directions to the captain. Though it was a bit of an awkward conversation. I don’t know if that’s just me though. or how I am. Or my scepticism, of everything being deceptively alright on the ship. Or… I don’t know. Everything “seems” fine thusfar. But I guess only time will tell, once we’ve actually set sail. and settled in again on the ship. * the captain was a bit confused by the lack of direction or specifics for our destination. I… tried to be as clear as I could, and that we atleast needed to go to the Icespires, northeast of Sundabar. But, without knowing the exact location, It’s a bit difficult appearently. I will have to either discuss with Baras or send him to the captain instead, as to what were gonna do once we arrive the mountain range. And where we’re gonna go, once we get there. The prophecy wasn’t really specific as id like it to have been in hindsight.

| 3 / 6 | I havnt heard any yelling from Lym, or her brother yet. Which, is a good sign. And he still seems to be in one piece. So… judging by how Lym seems to be in a much better mood. Or at least not as worried as before, i guess things went well (?) for the most part. -- I expected sir Angelo to be sea sky-sick, the moment we set off. and I prepared some nausea meds for him just, in case. But, he’s made of sturdier stuff that I thought. And mostly is just excited and curious about the whole flying cart thing. He’s been haunting the gnome twins relentlessly, and bombarding them with questions every opportunity het gets. But… I don’t think he’s realized yet. That there are actually two of them, and that when one gets tired of his endless stream of inquires, the other one takes over. I am… unsure if I should tell him. -- I think I should be able to utilize either the ship’s onboard forge, or the fire elemental engine, to start working on the small gift I had In mind. I should have everything I need, and ill probably opt for the elemental to help me out, since it seems kind of appropriate. -- it broke. I don’t know whether – She – somehow manifested and did that. Or if she;s just forever cursed my luck. But… it broke, beyond repair. And I cant even fix them. I… was hoping to – do and take care of -- this small gesture. As a thank you. But I guess im not even allowed to do that. I could buy a new later perhaps. Start again. But… It felt important, atleast to me, to do it now. I guess it will just have to wait.

| 4 / 6 | Lym managed to cheer me up a bit ( bless her heart.) She probably picked up on the fact that I was even more depressed then usual. So she offered to try and teach a bit of Infernal. Which I very much welcomed the distraction of. It’s… quite a challenging language to learn it seems. Possibly because it’s feels like the complete opposite to celestial. Like in almost every linguistic aspect. And I’m having a hard time following her explanations sometimes as well. her teaching style is a bit more… intuitive, then logical. Perhaps its because she grew up learning the language. Unlike me, who is just some middle-aged bloke, with more tools then words for a brain unfluent in pretty much any language besides common. But, Im taking good notes. And her instructions on pronunciation are actually quite a bit more intuitive then I would have thought. I dread our future lessons of grammar however. but ill see when I get there. -- had a… curious interaction with Angelo. Which was Infuriating and amusing at the same time. We tried to… “edecuate” feels like the wrong word. enlighten him? Or provide a different perspective on why unmarried woman aren’t inferior or weak at all. or lesser. though he seems good natured and usually intends well. The years of doctrine that he’s seems to have been subjected to, from those in Gauntylgrimm. They are tenacious I guess. We tried: Explaining it to him. Which went about as well as you might expect, he… isn’t the brightest fellow. So, I thought I should perhaps give him a demonstration instead. And gave him one of my alter-self elixirs. Once he’d drank it, I simply told him to think of a woman in his live. And… he changed into pretty much a female copy of himself. His mother apparently. I guess her bloodline runs pretty strong. (including herself.) He changed into Lym as well, at somepoint. And I suggested maybe doing some physical exercises, to prove that woman are equally strong if not stronger than men. But…. It didn’t really get the point across sadly, I don’t think. And he actually agrees that woman are in fact strong So I still don’t understand why… or what exactly the belief or issue is. Is it the unmarried part?? *ah! …. I forgot Baras knows infernal as well. maybe I could ask if both of them could perhaps teach me some stuff from time to time. Cause I fear that Baras’ approach might be a bit too logical, in his explanation. So maybe the both of them cancel each other out?

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not much happened on our journey to the icespires. I havnt really done anything either. Don’t even know What to do after the ??? broke The main question is, where to we go from here. Do we just land the ship and go by foot, and try and look for tracks or something. Or do we just hope we get lucky and maybe spot a fire giant heading down to their forge.

I don’t remember who it was ( been particularly tired the last few days, but someone suggested we should perhaps visit a nearby dwarven settlement. Or city. I think Citadel Adbar was the name of it

Sir Angelo seemed once again, impressed by what the surface dwelling dwarves had built. But he still claims that I could never compare to his home of Gauntylgrimm as well. I… guess he has A lot of pride for his city. Once our airship landed. We were greeted by some guards. Who actually seemed to recognize us somehow. Actually addressing us with “The Giant slayers” and all that. But also messing up Omrick’s name again. which is ironic, heh. They were slightly disappointed to learn that “Omrick” was his actual name, and not the heroic one that they’d initially made up or misheard. But they nevertheless led us to the city, and mentioned that the king and his council… would like for us to have an audience with them. (I… was having flashbacks to how our previous invitation went, and was a bit hesitant.) But it went better then expected ( ? ) it definitely was a… strange interaction. Baras mentioned and told us a bit about the ruling body of the city, or the “Kings” as he put that. And what we could expect. (But, it did seem like he was holding back on something.) When we actually arrived. We were… enthusiastically greeted be a, rather young King. And a gathering of crotchety advisors, who were trying to lead and guide the most conversation, the best they could. But, were constantly interrupted and “silenced” by the king talking over them. Who was barging ahead with the conversation as he pleased. he quickly asked us to deal with the fire giants, and retrieve their fellow dwarves, and captured citizens. Promising us great wealth and powerful magical artifacts should we succed. Lym, who lead most of the conversation, quickly and cleverly guided us to an agreement. So… right then and there we agreed to the king’s offer, to something we were already gonna do. I guess we just profit? The advisors kept trying their best to delay the conversation. And try to arrange for a follow up meeting, so they could take some time to discuss things. But the king immediately agreed to it all, before any of that could really happen. And he simply told us we could come back later, to talk a bit more about the details of our assignment. Until then, we were to be given a tour of the city. Something which the advisors initially wanted to use, as a moment to discuss things. But we quickly left them to their squabbling, and took a quick glance around the place.

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Angelo handt joined us thankfully, and was send out on an early tour of the city. Ans was led to a decent tavern. Where he had been drinking with some new “friends” he had made. Who were clearly just using him for his money and free drinks. It seems that he is loaded. and has no really concept of money or of being frugal.

but we managed to chase of his drinking palls, and enjoyed a nice warm meal, before going back to the king and receiving a bit more info on the whereabouts of the fire giants. Including a few maps of the area, and info on where their scouts had last been seen and disappeared.

which im a bit concerned about.

we didn’t stay long in the city after that. And quickly headed back to the airship to set sail once more. But in the meantime, Baras had informed us that Apparently… the actual King had died. And that this was just a doppelganger, placed there to replace him. Temporarily? The uh… the old king had died in some great battle, along with both of his twin sons. But the official story, was that one of the sons had survived and was now the new ruling king. One to be puppeted, and controlled by the advisors. Which is kind of morally ambiguous ill admit…

But what the advisors didn’t realize, and is secret that Baras had found out through Dave. Is that the replacement king is not just a lookalike. It is a actual Doppleganger. As in the shapechanging monster….

I am not really sure how to feel about this. Both the puppet king placed there by the advisors, that now want to rule the city. And the Doppleganger that is disregarding their instructions, and doing his own thing. But atleast… the dopple is, or has good intentions? It seems ?? like, at least they are trying to help, and have the giant issue taking care of. And wants us to safe the people of his city at all cost. Unlike the advisors, who seem to be more worried about who actually rules the city. for the most part. So… I think I prefer the dopple over the other one. I mean… as long as their intentions stay good, that should be fine right? I… guess we’ll see once we return. Perhaps.

| 6 / 6 | so Varan dropped by. he seemed to be in a hurry though and didn’t stay long. After an impressive entrance, and dropping of a letter for Baras. (from Dave I presume ) he quickly departed once more upon his Griffin. But not before almost sweeping Lym of her feet. This might also be the first time that Lehel has actually met the guy. And even with the scarf, he didn’t seem…. too enthusiastic. Which is kinda ironic. I quickly shouted my thanks him as well, for retrieving my stuff and all that, as he flew of on his Griffin. But he mostly just seemed to be there for Baras ( and Lym. ( who is surprisingly Popular I realize. Good for her though. It is very much heart-warming to see, in my opinion. Though I do somewhat pity her brother. ) ) … whilst we were arguing about something, either about the village of yak-folk or its where-abouts or whatever. We didn’t realize it at first when sir Angelo mentioned that he’d spotted – these rather large, individuals. Or large Yaks? Asking us how tall and yak-like the people actually where, that we were looking. A bit confused, but soon realizing that he might have found or the spotted the village. We quickly headed over to the railing of the ship as well to try and spot the large Yak and the people he was pointing out. I uh... I understand his question now. the village of yak-people, or yak-folk. They are actually, Tall. Humanoid. And Bipedal Yak-Folk... Not too dissimilar to minotaurs in all honesty… I guess the prophecy was quite literal in hindsight? We are about to land and meet with them, but they don’t really seem hostile yet. We just have to make sure that they do actually become hostile, once sir Angelo… Fuck. He has already jumped of the ship We havnt even landed yet!

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in the stars - chapter 3

photo credit - unknown

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, stalking, depictions of murder/violence, angst, verbal fighting, drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, smoking (cigarettes)

summary - “If you’re upset over how I ended our relationship, that is completely separate from the dealings of the case and I expect you to be able to conduct yourself appropriately.” Aaron said and you thought this was what ‘seeing red’ meant

a/n - hi besties! im so sorry this update took so long! i really wanted to make it perfect and was struggling with putting this together. to make it up this chapter is a whopping 5.9k words so uh enjoy lol!

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You had to physically stop yourself- gripping the desk chair beside you so hard your knuckles turned white- from following Aaron out the office door and demanding he make sense of the whole good cop- ha!- bad cop show he’d been putting on since the two of you had been horribly reunited outside of the police station.

This had been the second instance of him implying or accusing you of somehow worsening the case. And he hadn’t even been in LA for over 24hrs. It wasn’t fair, you thought, angrily grumbling to yourself about all the different ways you’d love to give him a piece of your mind. If he’d been a regular man, that you’d never met before, you probably wouldn’t consider his current behavior to be so- out of pocket? disgraceful? insulting?- offensive. You knew he had a reputation for being...,a hardass on the job, but that didn’t mean he had to go overboard in his treatment towards you. Maybe he wasn’t going overboard, maybe this was just how he treated every- you weren’t sure exactly how to define yourself in the case- witness? Maybe this is just what his team expected in terms of his behavior towards people he didn’t know.

But he did know you, he knew you quite well. He knew you well enough to know you’d never purposely attempt to slow the case down. Even without his fancy profiler skills, you were certain Aaron Hotchner knew every little thing about you. Or at least he used to.

And while Aaron may know everything there was to know about you, you were beginning to doubt if you actually knew anything about him. As expected, over the past two months the case had been taking an extreme toll on you; constantly looking over your shoulder and worrying that someone was lurking behind every corner. What made it worse, was that it was yet another situation that required you to keep a secret. You ‘had’ the officers at the station and your agent, but besides them you were dealing with this completely on your own. Making the situation about yourself felt wrong, but you couldn’t even begin to explain how hurt you felt at Aaron's accusations that you were somehow more part of the problem than you were a victim. Yes, you hadn’t gone up to him and explicitly told him how badly you were hurting, but it’s not like it took a genius- or a profiler- to reach that conclusion themselves.

It hurt, to have someone whose validation you had once- still did- crave so much, suddenly act as if you were a ‘bad guy’. Maybe you were being dramatic, you thought. Maybe you were overreacting and reading far too deep into such short interactions. On the other hand, you reasoned that it was perfectly acceptable to have feelings. Before you could delve deeper into that mental tirade, a sharp knock on the doorframe grabbed your attention. Looking up, you saw JJ leaning halfway into the room.

“Sorry,” you said, awkwardly letting go of the chair, “I uh, got caught up with uh, just you know, thoughts about the case!” Smooth. You tried to put a cheery tone in your voice. You tried to subtly study her reaction as you walked over to her and it was clear she wasn’t exactly buying into your sudden happy attitude. She didn’t press you though, something you were grateful for. Instead she just moved out of the doorframe, letting you join her in the hallway.

“The rest of the team has split up already, would you like to start in the basement?” JJ asked. You had only spoken to her a couple times, briefly at that, but you already found great comfort in her presence; you could see why she held the position, her ability to comfort and connect with others was unbeatable. Definitely need to send JJ a case of wine as a gift.

You nodded dumbly, joining her in the hallway and taking her down towards your basement. Internally, you guessed the little ‘tour’ would only take an hour tops, considering all the little spiels you’d have to give about each room.

You felt a bit like when you went through airport security or when a police car was on a road you were driving on. That sinking feeling that somehow you were going to get in trouble even though you knew you didn’t have anything to hide. Damn Aaron. His apparent lowly opinion of you was definitely messing with your head. Oh well.

As you lead JJ towards the basement, you could vaguely hear the other agents throughout the house. A door opening here or the sound of papers rustling over there. You hadn’t exactly asked how they would be able to tell if something was missing or out of place. But honestly? You didn’t really care what the team did in your house, as long as they figured out how the unsub had gotten in there.

You’d already come to terms with the fact that the unsub had managed to steal your clothes and jewelry, but you just couldn’t shake the fact that he had gotten into your house. Part of you secretly wished he had pick-pocketed you on a busy street or was stealing stuff off a film set instead. It would’ve been equally as bad and creepy and horrifying, but it would’ve been worth still feeling safe in your own house.

Smacking the lightswitch on the wall behind you, the entire basement became illuminated. “So,” you started, really drawing out the word, “this is the basement. It’s technically one big open floor, but well,” you gestured lazily with your hand, “you can see it’s kinda still split up. There’s a movie room behind those doors right there.”

JJ stepped ahead of you, walking towards the high windows in the basement. You watched as she ran her fingers along the window edges, carefully going over each one. “Do these open?” She asked, turning back to look at you.

You quickly shook your head. “They’re mostly just for, like, decoration purposes.” You responded, giving a slight shrug. “I um, I’m not down here much unless I’m having people over. And those stairs we came down are the only way to get in here.” You added, thinking that’d probably be helpful.

JJ gave you that nice smile again and started towards the movie room. “I’m just gonna look in here real quick and then we can go back upstairs, okay?”

You stood awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs, rolling back and forth from your heels to your tippy toes, awkwardly playing with your hands in front of yourself. You knew her movie room scan wouldn’t take wrong, there were zero windows in there and no other point of entry besides the door she had walked through.

Just as you expected, JJ came back out no longer than five minutes later. Once she got closer to you, you turned slowly on your heel and started back up the stairs. “We can start upstairs and then meet the rest of your team on the main level?” You offered.

“Lead the way.”

“There’s um, two ways to get upstairs. There’s that main staircase you saw in the foyer and also there’s a ‘servants stair’ in the back,” you said, making air quotes with your fingers at the ‘servants stair’ part, “I have people that work in the house sometimes, but it’s not an actual designated staircase for anyone.” You explained, unsure of why you were feeling so anxious.

“Why don’t we go up using the second set of stairs? Since I’ve already seen the main set.” JJ said.

You nodded dumbly again, and walked in the direction of the back stairs. Once upstairs, you gave the same room spiel to JJ about six times. This is ‘x’ room, yep those windows can open, nope no one regularly comes into this room, yes the balcony doors do lock from the inside.

Just as you thought earlier, the little tour took just a couple minutes under an hour. You and JJ were standing in your kitchen, both of you leaning against opposite countertops. According to JJ the whole team had agreed to meet up in your kitchen once they were done with their scans, so it seemed that you two were the first to finish. Also expected.

You were lucky you hadn’t run into Aaron the entire time. At times you could vaguely hear his voice coming from another room and all that did was pull on your heartstrings and remind you of when the two of you were together. Aside from the sadness factor, you still weren’t sure you could trust yourself to not yell at him as soon as you saw him again.

“That’s funny.” JJ said amusedly-more to herself than to you-, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What is?” You asked. She had moved from her spot by the countertops, to standing in front of your liquor wall, staring up at a bottle you couldn’t quite recognize from your position.

“Oh, just Agent Hotchner? Out there,” she said, gesturing broadly out to where the rest of the team might be, “he loves this brand of scotch. We joke sometimes that he’d pick it over us if he was given the choice. But apparently it’s super difficult to get. He started getting lucky a few years ago and found a way to buy it, but recently I guess that luck ran out and he hasn’t been able to find it anymore.”

Your eyes went wide at that. Yes. That scotch was super difficult to get and it was ridiculously expensive. And yes, Aaron loved the stuff. The two of you used to constantly argue over money. He hated that you were always the one paying for everything and had created a ‘rule’ that you weren’t allowed to buy him any gifts. Of course, you managed to find a way around that rule and found that this specific scotch was his gift achilles heel. So, you used to send him a steady supply while also keeping a bottle at your place for the rare occasions he was over.

“Oh?” You squeaked.

“Yeah, it’s super rare or something. They only make so many batches a year don’t they?” JJ asked, turning back to look at you.

You quickly pulled your emotions in when she turned towards you, just giving her your third dumb nod of the day. “Yep, super hard to get. Super super hard. I uh, got as a gift once, I don’t even like the stuff.”

“You should tell Hotch. I bet he’d pay pretty well for it.” She said with a laugh, shaking her head. Definitely will not be doing that.

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Upstairs, Rossi and Hotch were looking through your upstairs office. While your downstairs office was more work based- you stored scripts and had meetings down there, etc.-, your upstairs office was used for your more ‘personal’ work tasks.

“If the unsub is taking her clothes, we might have better success scoping out her closet. See the potential entry and exit points from her room that the unsub must be taking.” Rossi proposed.

Hotch nodded at that, putting down the stack of fan mail he’d been flipping through, trying to find any repeats or ‘creepy’ letters. He made a mental note to have Reid come and read through the piles of other mail you had neatly stacked around the room.

Your attention to fanmail had been one of the things that had quickened the process of him falling in love with you. He had had his doubts in the beginning of you relationship- he had stereotyped you for sure-, your age and status giving him somewhat valid concerns that you’d be insanely disconnected from the normal world. You’d proved him wrong in many ways since the beginning, but one of those ways had been the many days you’d call him from this room, reading through every single letter you were sent and always making sure to send a small note back.

“Good idea, let’s go.” Hotch said. He walked out of office and didn’t think twice, his body automatically walking towards the room a few doors down from your bedroom. You didn’t keep your closet in your bedroom, you had actually put a little couch and sitting room in your bedroom closet space. Instead you’d taken an entire guest room and converted it into a full dressing room/closet that was a better fit for your needs.

As Hotch went straight into the room, he missed the narrow look Rossi was giving him from the doorframe. It only took a couple minutes, but eventually Hotch looked up, cocking an eyebrow at Rossi. “Are you going to come in?” He questioned.

“You knew her closet wasn’t in her room.” Rossi noted, amusement clear in his voice.

Hotch’s face paled, before he steeled his emotions back over. “I saw the clothes while walking past earlier and made the deduction.”

“She’s pretty, isn’t she Aaron?” Rossi teased, clearly finding a lot of enjoyment in this conversation.

“Dave,” Hotch groaned, running a hand over his face, “just, not now okay?” He asked, the desperation clear in his voice.

Rossi certainly didn’t have the entire story figured out, but he wasn’t dumb either, he could piece things together. As much as he’d love to keep busting Hotch over this, there was something about how gentle he had been with you in the conference room and his current clear discomfort that persuaded Rossi otherwise. Rossi grinned at Hotch and raised his hands in mock surrender.

“So, we know the unsub doesn’t have to necessarily be quiet, her room is at least what, 3-”

“Four and across the hall.” Hotch huffed out, not looking up to meet Rossi’s eyes.

“Four and across the hall away. So he doesn’t need to sneak past her if he’s coming in at night...”

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Back in the kitchen, you turned your head at the sound of the back patio doors opening, showing Morgan and Spencer. Guess they’d be the second pair done with their house tour.

Just as you were about to open your mouth and offer the two of them something to drink, you noticed the rather grim expressions on both their faces. Upon better inspection, you saw Spencer was tightly gripping on to a dirty journal.

“What’s that?” You asked curiously, trying to get a better look at it.

“I found this uh, journal out by the edge of your property line. I think it may belong to the unsub.” Reid responded, giving you a tight lipped look.

It was terribly cliche, but you couldn’t help but gasp at that. Your eyes going wide and your mouth hanging open.

“I flipped through it, there’s nothing that clearly identifies him, but it seems like he was keeping track of your comings and goings. As well as keeping a list of the things he took from your house, we can cross check that list with-”

“Can I look at it?” You interjected, a morbid curiosity consuming your mind.

Reid gave an unsure glance at the two other agents in the room. “I think it’d be better for the rest of the team and I to look through the journal first, and make sure there’s nothing uh...upsetting in it.”

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With the new revelations that the unsub had managed to break into your home multiple times, the team decided it would be best for at least one of them to be with you at the house at all times; during the day they would assign a plainclothes officer to discreetly sit watch. It was comical, the way they decided on the watch and then promptly assigned Aaron the first shift of the night.

You wondered why he agreed to it, knowing he could’ve easily pulled a seniority boss card and taken himself out of any and all future watch shifts as well. He probably didn’t want you to get closer with any of his agents, should you accidentally say something a bit too personal. He also probably assumed that with the late hour of the night, you’d immediately be going to bed or at least locking yourself away in your room for the rest of the night.

The team had stayed hours after their first walkthroughs of the house, the new list and notes from the unsub giving you all a better idea of what to look for. You had gone through the list of clothes and jewelry in front of the team, giving them a base description of what you assumed the unsub had meant, whether or not you had considered it missing and where you thought you’d last seen it in the house.

Unfortunately, whatever Aaron had been banking on wouldn’t be happening. You hadn’t been able to shake the sinking feeling that your house was no longer a home anymore. It was painfully cheesy, but you knew that trying to sleep would be futile. Nor did you really feel like being ‘alone’ in your room. That didn’t mean you were going to strike up a conversation with Aaron or ask him to play a board game or something, but you wouldn’t be shutting away from the rest of the night.

After the team left, you had gone upstairs and changed into a more comfortable outfit for the evening; just your trusty sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt. You were now walking back down the stairs and towards your kitchen; you grasped a lighter and your emergency cigarette pack in one hand. As you made your way into the kitchen, you could feel Aarons eyes on you from wherever he was seated in the living room. You pointedly ignored him, instead setting the pack and lighter down, freeing your hands so you could mix yourself your favorite drink.

Once your drink was prepped, you balanced all your things in your hands and made your way back through the living room and out the grand French doors that lead to your backyard. You walked over to one of your lounge chairs that overlooked the pool and had a beautiful view of the sky and bright lights of the city. You turned on one of your favorite playlists and made yourself comfy in the chair, lighting up one of the cigarettes.

With the first inhale, you felt your body relax. It was a horrible habit- you knew that-, but if there was ever a time to stress smoke, you reasoned it was probably now. Over the sound of your music, you faintly heard one of the doors open again, but you didn’t bother turning around.

“I thought you quit.” Aaron said, quite literally coming out of the shadows. Even though you didn’t turn to look at him, you could perfectly imagine him in your mind; probably leaning up against one of the legs of the cabana, arms tightly crossed and a deep scowl on his face.

“I did.” You replied plainly, blowing a steady stream of smoke out of your mouth. Using your free hand you picked your glass back off the chair side table, twirling it slowly. As you took a long sip, you could hear Aaron walk closer, not quite coming into view yet.

“Drinking and abusing substances in response to a traumatic situation is widely frowned upon.

“Thank you Surgeon General,” you said, rolling your eyes before adding, “no offense Agent, but right now, I don’t really think it matters.” You didn’t even bother attempting to argue that you were on your first drink and first smoke.

“It matters, when my team will be counting on you tomorrow. The expectation is that you’ll be a useful and legitimate resource.” Aaron said, voice tight.

“Do you really think I’m dumb enough to actually believe, that you believe that a single drink is going to render me useless?” You asked, finally turning your head so you could give him a pointed look. When he didn’t answer you rolled your eyes again, turning back away from him. “It doesn’t matter, Agent, I’m unavailable to be a resource tomorrow.”

“What do you mean, unavailable?” Aaron asked. He finally walked into view, sitting down on the chair next to you. He positioned his legs over the edge facing you, resting his elbows off his knees.

“What do you mean unavailable?” You said mockingly- the alcohol in your system and stress of the day emboldening your behavior. You paused for a moment to take another drag from your cigarette; Aaron didn’t miss the way you turned your head further from him during your exhale. “You have your job Agent, I have mine.”

“There is a dangerous free man out there with a special interest in you. He’s not only managed to break into your house but is also murdering surrogate women in place of you,” he said, voice growing louder as he went, “and you think you should go to a film set? How immature and irresponsible are-”

“Stop doing that!” You cut him off, snapping your head to face him. For a brief moment, you were taken aback by how close he’d been sitting. “Stop painting me to be some dumb self centered girl. This is the fourth time today.” You said, staring him hard in the face, neither of your breaking eye contact. He always looked so good with a beard- stop that.

“I’m trying to do my job and protect you,” he paused, eyes scanning your face, “I couldn’t handle anything happening to you.” In that moment, his voice was so painfully honest and it almost made you want to agree to do whatever dumb rules he had for you.

Almost.

Instead, you swung your legs to the side of the chair opposite to him, standing up in a quick blur of motion. “Stop doing that too!” You exclaimed, running your free hand over your face. You took a long drag from your cigarette, placing one hand on your hip. Aaron was giving you a genuinely confused look and you just wanted to wipe it off in one big swipe. “Stop doing some weird little bait and switch between acting like I’m a diva and then trying to end it with some vaguely little sweet comment.”

“You actually think I don’t care about your safety?” Aaron asked, the faintest bit of hurt in his voice. He stood up as well before continuing. “You think this isn’t a difficult case for me?”

“You do not get to do that!” You said angrily, pointing a free finger out at him. “You are not allowed to try and make yourself a victim in this story while you simultaneously make me part of the problem. How the hell can you see yourself as even remotely ‘good’ when you left the way you did?” There it was. Maybe it was immature, dragging the breakup into the argument, but the days’ tension- not to mention the months of bottled up emotions- was finally snapping inside of you.

“If you’re upset over how I ended our relationship, that is completely separate from the dealings of the case and I expect you to be able to conduct yourself appropriately.” Aaron said and you thought that this must be what ‘seeing red’ meant.

“Do you treat all your witnesses like this?” You were full on yelling now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Is this your version of appropriate conduct, Agent Hotchner? You’ve proven to be nothing but incompetent! You can’t even see two inches past your own fucking face to consider this from my perspective!”

Your words had their intended effect. Aaron’s face fell for the briefs of moments before years of bottling his own emotions took back over. You had to give him some credit for keeping it, outwardly, more together than you were. “I won't fight with you over something as trivial as this. You’ll report to the station in the morning with the rest of the team.” He ordered, voice dangerously low.

“I have to work!” You exclaimed, putting heavy emphasis on each word.

“Going to work isn’t safe. Do you understand that? Your stalker is well acquainted with your schedule, you need to step away from what’s expected of you. It’s dangerous-”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, shaking your head, “are you even listening to yourself? Your job is dangerous every single day, hell you didn’t even step away when the job was dangerous specifically to you! How am I supposed to take advice you can’t even follow?” At the end of your sentence, you angrily stubbed out your cigarette in the ashtray, leaving the butt in the tray.

“This isn’t about me.” Aaron snapped, voice loudest it’d been all night. “I’m trying to keep you safe. What part of that don’t you understand?” He asked, giving you a tough look. You found yourself at a loss for words and he took your silence as an opening to continue. “I can’t stand to see you get hurt.”

“Are you finally understanding how exhausting it was to love you!” You blurted out, the words catching even you by surprise. You forcibly blinked back the tears forming your eyes. “That this, is how I felt each time you were called away on a case?”

Aaron was equally as shocked, his mouth opening in vain a few times as he searched for the proper response. “I made sure you were properly aware of the risks and demands of my job before we started our relationship.” Bad answer.

“And I never complained,” you replied, a defeated tone creeping into your voice, “not once, did I?”

“If you’re going to accuse me of hypocrisy, you should recognize it in yourself. You were equally if not more in demand than I was.”

“I thought you liked that I was so ‘in demand’!” You said, the frustration growing again. “What was it you always said? You liked not having to worry about me alone at home, waiting up for you.”

“You’re coming to the station tomorrow Y/N. Final order.” Aaron repeated, completely ignoring your last statement.

“You know what,” you said, the fight in your voice gone, “I don’t have to put up with this and your lame attempts at trying to be a good guy. I’m not having this conversation anymore.” You quickly leaned over to swipe your cigarette pack and glass of the little table.

“Are you actually going to run away from this?” He asked, almost as if he was trying to bait you back into the argument.

You scoffed loudly, staring him dead in the eyes. “You did.”

You angrily walked around him, nearly stomping the entire way to the door. As you were halfway into the house you paused for a moment, not even slightly turning your head back towards him. “Blankets are still in the same spot in the living room.” You said, slamming the door behind you as soon the sentence left your lips.

-----

The next morning, promptly at 8am, an email from your agent was sent to Aaron. It was incredibly petty and inherently personal, but to an outsider it was nothing out of the ordinary for someone of your status. Aaron was near furious, as expected, but even in his stubbornness he could see you had the high ground. Long story short, the email plainly stated vaguely threatened that if your work schedule were to become an issue for the team, you could easily send a ‘spokesperson’ from your team to deal with any and all future communications. Y/N 2, Aaron Hotchner 0.

Back at your house, you were having a lovely morning. The victory tasted sweet in your mouth as you got yourself ready for the long day. Sometime around 4:00AM Reid had switched out with Aaron and the two of you were currently in your kitchen; Reid sitting at one of your countertop stools while you stood over the stove. After being angrily informed by Aaron that you wouldn’t be required to come into the station with Reid, you decided to make a simple breakfast for the two of you. Reid had wanted to leave sooner, but he was also under orders to not leave you alone until you were safely in your own car and on your way.

You weren’t sure how he felt, but you thought you and Reid got along quite well. He was the closest in age to you and even though he didn’t really seem to understand any of the little jokes or references you made, there was still some level of mutual understanding there. It didn’t hurt that he was quite easy on the eyes as well, of course he wasn’t Aaron by any means- stop that!

Over breakfast, you spent the entire time answering Reid’s many questions about various actors and actresses he was a fan of. Lucky boy, you thought; as all the people he mentioned were quite nice even when the camera was off. What was it that people said about never meeting your hero?

He graciously offered to do all the clean up, as you had cooked, which gave you a bit of extra time to make sure you were ready to go. When you both were ready and Reid had confirmed the plainclothes officer was positioned on your street, he helped you to your car.

With one hand on the top of your car, just as you were about to sit down, you stopped and turned to Reid. “I enjoyed breakfast, would you please tell Agent Hotchner how sorry I am that my schedule’s gotten in the way?” You asked, giving him your sweetest smile. It was another petty move and Aaron was sure to see right through it; the team had amazing skills at reading people, you knew that, but you were an equally talented actress. “I’ll make sure to let you guys know when I’ll be back at home tonight.” You added, before sliding into your car. Reid closed the door gently behind you, waving from the outside of your garage as you pulled out and drove off.

-----

Case wise, the next two days were quiet. You had won the ‘going to work battle’ by a longshot and happily went about your scheduled days. Aaron hadn’t taken another watch shift since the argument, something you were grateful for. It wasn’t until the fourth day, that the case started to pick up again.

“Agent Hotchner?” A young officer stepped into the conference room, holding out a thick manila envelope. “This was just dropped off at the front desk, addressed to you.” That certainly captured the entire team’s attention; every head turning, as if off on a swivel, to face the officer.

“Who dropped it off?” Hotch demanded. ‘Who dropped it off?” He repeated, an added aggression in his voice.

“Some kid! Some kid dropped it at the front and left before anyone could get a word out!” The officer said hurriedly, raising one of his hands up in a meek surrender.

Hotch stepped up to the officer, easily snatching the envelope out of his hands. “Assure that my technical analyst has access to your entire security feed. Now.” He ordered, not giving the officer as a second glance. “Morgan, call Garcia and make sure she accesses those tapes and identifies the kid immediately.”

Hotch went back to standing in front of the long table in the middle of the room, setting the envelope down in front of him. “Gloves, I need-” A pair were placed in his outstretched hand by Reid before he could finish. “I don’t want anyone touching anything that comes out of here without gloves, understood?” He said, not looking at anyone in particular. His focus, completely drawn to the angry penmanship that spelled out his name. After quickly pulling his gloves all the way on, Hotch grabbed the envelope again, internally shoving down his emotions before ripping off the top edge in one clean pull. Nothing could have prepared him for the way the envelope was overflowing with hundreds of photos of you. He tilted the envelope and they all came falling out, covering the table in front of him. Reid mentally estimated there were over five hundred photos of you- some seemed to be cut, some looked to have writing and designs on them- and there were even a few slips of paper thrown in the mix.

“Hotch, Garcia managed to grab the plate from what the kid drove off in. She's running it-” Morgan said, his sentence running off as he took in the table full of photos. “Holy shit.” He said quietly, making his way closer to the table as well.

Hotch reached down, picking up the closest photo to him. There you were, standing on a boardwalk with your hand blocking the sun from your eyes. You looked beautiful- stop that. As Hotch further studied the photo, he picked up a second one, taking another good look. It struck Hotch and the team then, the majority of the photos were grossly intimate; as if the unsub had taken them by himself. Hotch’s stomach twisted when his eyes fell on a photo that looked like you were posing for it, throwing a big smile and peace sign up at the camera.

“Did Garcia get any hits on any scorned lovers?” Emily asked, holding up a photo of you and a man. The face and body of the man had been aggressively scratched over and cut up, but Aaron had a sinking feeling it was of him.

“Yea, I got another potential ex photo right here.” Reid said, holding up another picture. In this one you had clearly been looking up at someone, but the photo had been crudely cut up to exclude whoever it was.

Morgan held up one of the slips of papers, giving it a confused look. “You lost Aaron?” He said, reading off the paper. “What’s the reasoning for singling out Hotch rather than someone closer to her age like Reid” He questioned, not expecting anyone to answer.

“I got one of Hotch’s face scribbled over. He must’ve gotten the photo online.” Emily added, holding up a professional headshot of Hotch. “Is anyone seeing photos of the rest of us? The unsub could see all of us as interfering with his connection to Y/N.”

Hotch’s stomach was twisted in all different directions. He knew the moment of truth was coming and was internally cursing himself for not coming clean sooner. But that paled in comparison to the sickness he felt over the unsub clearly being someone who had such personal access to you. He was certain that some of these photos dates back years. The idea that whoever was doing this had been so close to you, for so long, could’ve brought him to his knees.

“Hotch…” JJ said, her voice accusatory. She looked up at him, face a mix of confusion and a hint of betrayal. She held up another photo and the entire team went quiet. This photo was clearly taken at a distance, but there you were looking lovingly up at a man who was certainly Hotch.

Hotch had one hand clenched tightly on the edge of the table, taking a deep breath before he looked up at his agents staring expectantly at him.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you all,” Hotch started, running his free hand over his face, “I met Y/N five years ago and we were together for three, until I ended things.” He was sure someone had audibly gasped at that. “I know you all may have various concerns over my proximity to the case and are valid in any anger you may feel towards me. But right now, I need to go call Y/N and make sure she’s safe.”

Hotch didn’t give anyone a chance to reply, instead whipping out his phone and near running out the door. Leaving a team of confused and shocked agents in his wake.

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Tom Holland x zendaya cousin reader where she’s an actress and model /activist she meets Tom on set and reader and z talk about people forcing them to be in competition with each other and people saying z is better because she’s lighter ( colorism) and reader thinks Tom likes white blondes but nope (spoiler ) z Tom and reader start hanging out besides being on set Tom and reader get close they go out to a party and reader and Tom hookup smut (like rough👀)

OOP-

Warnings: SMUT- It wasn’t soft ik that, zaddy kink just for a bit, speaking Spanish on accident because I know how to speak it, and uh crippled walking? Overstimulation, squirt and shit (DONT TAKE THE SHIT LITTERALLY) and language of course ✨

Summary: REEEEEEEEEE-

A/n: god my life is so tragic, and yes I love pink guy 🤺GET BACK🤺 GET BACK I SAY 🤺 this isn’t in bold or anything because I was working on this for toooo long honestly it was requested a while ago, sorry about that!

T.H| I Seen all your exes, I know what you like

You walked after zendaya into the set, your hair into a ponytail, edges laid, you recently got yourself a nose peircing (I just wanted to) you dressed in a large oversized white sweater and some black sweat pants, normal black air forces, you were tired because school was kicking your ass, like forereal.

“Hey Tom!” Zendaya smiled, walking faster to him and hugging him tightly. “Hey z” he smiles back, squeezing her a bit. “This is my uh, cousin, y/n” Zendaya smiled at you and you yawned again, covering your mouth but waving at him, which he gave a tight lipped smile and let out a “hey, how are you” “tired. Bored. Emotionally numb. Mixed feelings, over caked up-“ “haha, I think he gets it” Zendaya cut you off with a wide smile. “Are you playing in the movie?” Tom asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think so” you shrugged. “She’s the real life MJ, don’t mind her, but we are gonna like go now, bye-Tom!” She pulled your arm until you found her trailer.

“What’s up with you!” Zendaya asked as she put her hands on her hips, watching you sit down on her bed. “I HATE SCHOOOOOOL” you complained, throwing your head on her bed as you tried not to cry. “You aren’t crying right now, y/n please don’t” Zendaya rolled her eyes.

“They expect me to know this shit! I barely even know what 2+2 is!” You lifted your head as tears left your eyes, crying. “Y/n, what’s 2+2?” She asked. “Fourrrr” you whined, still crying. “It’s social distance, like cheat or something!” Zendaya said as she mentally started to cackle watching your cry, you sucked your tears up in an instant, acting like you were perfectly fine and took out your laptop...only to cry again.

“I HATE SCHOOOOOOOOLLLL, WHY OUT OF EVERYONE I HAVE TO DO ITTTTTT!” you slapped the computer, zendaya couldn’t take it, she laughed at you. “AND YOUR LAUGHINGGG, IM IN AN EMOTIONAL CRISIS RIGHT KNOW” she started cackling, gasping for air as tears ran down your face. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” “ZENDAYAAAAAA-“ your voice cracked, coughing on your spit as she just kept laughing, she was on the floor now, holding her stomach.

As you let out a broken scream the door opened, revealing Tom worried, but his face turns confused. “Do I want to know?” He gently asked. “Get outttttt” you whined pointing at the door. Tom smiled and nodded his head, closing the door. You wiped your tears away, sniffling like a child as zendaya just watched, a grin plastered in her face. “Shut up zendaya- I’m hurt” you said petty, crossing your arms as she let out a ‘pffft’ and continued to laugh.

It was about 2 days later, you felt better with jacobs help, he can really do math.

You sat in the chair sighing as you looked at your phone. “Fucking Enews, I’m gonna kill them one day” zendaya groaned, plopping herself in the chair next to you. “What happened?” You asked, the only ones in the room, it was like a hangout spot or something, hard to explain use your imagination

“They like to put us against each other and it’s toxic” zendaya hands you the phone, showing you on tone left and her on the right and “zendaya vs y/n” you only cringe at it “they want people to vote?” You asked and she nodded, you voted for yourself and handed her back the phone. “Forget you” she rolled her eyes, “nope if anything I’m winning” you shrug laughing at her while she tries to snatch your phone.

“It’s only fair!” She said, grabbing your phone and somehow knowing your code, standing up and running with your phone “JUST DONT TYPE IN X!” You yell, chasing her. “Oh I’m typing in x” she whispered, now joining where everyone else was, it was to fast to tell who but you seen Tom, you ran past him and his screen showed a model, blond but you couldn’t see anything else. Your mind was racing as you went full on devil an crybaby running, once you chased her she threw herself on the couch, sighing and laying your phone on her stomach.

“Fuck you” you whispered and she laughed, you grabbed your phone and saw “you voted for me!” You gasped. “What! No I didn’t!” She said, immediately sitting up and raising her eyebrows at you, you showed her your phone, laughing in her face as you tried to do the dougie. “Oh so you wanna get competitive?” She asked, crossing her arms. “I mean I’m in the lead” you shrugged. “Whoever loses has to buy lunch!” Zendaya said, standing up and running past you back to where everyone else was, you followed her while she said “VOTE ZENDAYA!” you shouted your own name and told people to vote you and they didn’t understand until they all got a notification.

Everyone voted and you sat next to Tom, begging him to tell you who he chose. “No y/n I won’t tell you” he smiled. “Pleaseeee!” You clasped your hands together giving him the best puppy eyes you could, he glared at you and showed you his phone. “I give up” on the screen it showed “you haven’t even voted yet!” You said, about to tap your name until he pulled his phone back. “Nope”

The rally went on for hours, it went from zendaya to you, to you to zendaya, zendaya was in the lead by point two percent. “THOMAS VOTE!” Laura shouted. “Alright alright!” He said, he heasitantly tapped a name, he chose it on purpose of course and it was nice for him to be the last person to vote.

Everyone’s phoned dinged by Enews. “ILL TELL EVERYONE!” Samuel shouted, everyone sat in seats watched him, phones turned off. This was absolutely giant for you and zendaya, this was a playful competition so don’t worry about putting each other down.

“The person who won is.....” he added suspense on everyone, aching for the answer already. He sighed and cleared his throat, then swallowed.

....

.....

Almost there!

.......it’s

Oop-

“The winner is y/n!” Everyone who voted for you cheered while everyone who voted for zendaya booed. You and zendaya both laughed together, giving each other a hug. “You owe me pizza” she only shrugged and agreed. “Wait...who did Tom vote?” Jacob asked, everyone now eyeing him, his eyes went wide. “You’ll never know” he only said. “Tell us! The game is over!” “Tell us!” Was chanted as his face started to turn a bit red. “ALRIGHT! I VOTED-“

who did he vote? Idk

Oof

This is a long ass story

Not anywhere near finished yet so stick with me here

I LOVE YOU KRITI

“Y/N” everyone cheered and congratulated you, zendaya asking if you wanted to go get the pizza now, you agreed and asked anyone else if they wanted to go, Jacob and Tom said yeah and you all went, you ordered a noarmal pizza and bought zendaya one to, you really didn’t want to take her money, Tom scrolled through the comments of the Enews post and saw how many people actually didn’t like you which is absolute bullshit, comments about your skin and how you act, his blood was slightly boiling, it isn’t right because they don’t even know you, who gives them the right to talk shit about you?

As the days passed you and Thomas hung out a lot, went to dinner a couple times whiteout anyone else, then had lunch, went shopping, you guys just did a lot of shit together which was cute, you guys got matching socks, shirts, jeans, hair clips and hats, calling your selves idiots and thing number one and number two, you, Tom, daya, haz, and Harry went mountain climbing and that was the worst thing you’ve ever done in your life, you held toms hand so tight, wore a parachute just in case you see a bear and need to jump off, you were just all over the place.

“Do you wanna go to a party with me?” Tom asked in his dressing room, watching you eat your Cheerios with extra sugar as you raise a single eyebrow at him “depends “ you shrugged, setting down the bowl as you laid on his bed. “I think it’s like a house party, one of my friends asked to come, I don’t know” he shrugged and sat down at the end of the bed looking at you. “Then alright yeah, I have nothing else to do tonight” he smiles and lays down infront of you and you put your hand on his waist listening to his small breathes.

It was the day of the party and you weren’t so big on it. You dressed in some baggy jeans and a long sleeeve with a slicked back ponytail and some vans, your hair in a slicked in a ponytail and some long eyelashes with lip gloss, you said you’d meet him there because it took you hours If someone was waiting on you, strange but also very true.

You sighed and rolled your eyes with your hands on the steering wheels, trying to find a parking space but it was packed. “Why does this man have so many freinds? ISNT this only a house party?” You muttered, finally finding a parking spot, pretty close. Tom had called you and told you he was waiting at the door when you had just parked, he knew what your car looked like so when he found it he smiled and it made him slightly over excited.

“Hey babe” he smiled and you returned with “hey love” you both exchanged with tight hugs and he took your hand and pulled you in, the first thing that met your nose was sweat and achol. You silently cringed as Tom tried to contain his laughs, pulling you to the kitchen and to the counter, you could barely jump so he helped you up. “Hungry?” He asked. “Any waffles?!” You said and he chuckled, walking over to the fridge and opening the freezer as his smile got brighter, he took the package and threw it at you, which you catches and bit your lip.

The music boomed through the walls, he got you both a beer and ended up burning the waffles “Y/N!” “IM SORRY!” He quickly shut it, going over to the sink and opening the window, the breeze string so he sighed in relief and walked over to you giving you a strong high-five making you hiss “sorry!” He adorably said with made you smile at him, you both made your way upstairs, grabbing a couple beer bottles on the way.

“So” he said, looking at his bottle. “So?” You asked looking at him confused. “How’ve ya been?” He asked, achol in both of your systems as you shrugged. “Happy with you here” “that’s cute y/n” he laughed, setting down the bottle and looking at you. “So are you like not bored?” “We can like watch something?” “Like what?” “The backyardagains?” He looked at you confused, “a child’s show?” “Hey it’s more interesting then alone or whatever you like to watch” “why don’t we like watch porn hub or something?” “That’s wierder then what I said, but I mean..-“ “backyardagains it is” he put his lips in a tight manner, he tried to find the remote on the night stand but it was on your side, luckily there was on demand so you didn’t have to pay for anything.

you both watched the show, him smiling at laughing at you as you mocked the words. “You must had watched this a million times to know what their saying” he chuckled. “Hey don’t judge me, beer?” You asked grabbing one, when he said yeah you added another and handed it to him. You guys got closer, his hand on your waist while you head was on your chest, which shifted to his hand on your ass when you were all the way on top of him, platonically, but when you both looked at each other he pulled in and kissed you roughly, you batted your eyes at him and sat up, setting your beer aside as he did the same, he took his hand and put it on your neck, tugging you down to kiss him.

You slowly rocking your hips on his member feeling it grow as he let out distant groans, his hand stayed comfterbly on your neck, not squeezing to tight but just right. “Do you wanna?” He asked against your lips and you only nodded. “Say it” he said, rubbing his nose against yours. “I want to” “you want to what baby girl?” “I want to have sex with you” “you can be naughtier than that” he bit your bottom lip, pulling it back with him and letting it go, making eye contact with you.

“I want you to fuck me tommy” you kept your hips moving as he let out a hoarse chuckle “that’s my good girl” he squeezed your throat and you whimpered, he released your neck and made his way down your stomach to the button of your pants, his other hand made its way to your cheek, taking it slow and taking everything in as his small lips were against your plump ones, he undid your pants and they were looser then before, so he climbed down and found-

“Lace?” He whispered against your lips, “thong? Naughty girl” your stomach reeked with butterflies as a pool was comfterbly inbeteeen your legs, he pulled the material back and let it go your back arching as you let out a “shit”. You could feel his hard on against you as you were eager to take off your clothes and just give it all to him. He finally came to where you wanted him, he swirled your pearl before digging in your wetness and pumping it “Tommy” you whimpered, bucking your hips into his hand. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” he licked your bottom lip before having it enter your mouth, you basically fucked his hand as he lowered down, finding you sweet spot instantly which only instensed the pleasure. You put your head in his shoulder as you pulled down the rest of your pants, lifting each leg to get them off.

He took his hand out of you which made you whine but he shushed you and made you sit up, looking at the white thong and how it squeezed your skin, he lifted the long sleeve, up and over you head to find you not wearing a bra. “Fucking hell y/n, your so perfect” he smiled, taking a boob in his hand while you lifted your hips to work on his pants,he bucked his hips up slightly so you could pull them down, and it stood, you bit your lip and you looked down and seen the outline of his thick member, seeing a small spot of precum leaking through his underwear. “You gonna stare?” He chuckled, you let out a sorry and pulled down the boxers revealing his member, it sprung up to his lower stomach and you bit your lip, he was above average by like two inches but he was also so...large.

“It’s pretty Tommy” you complement which leaves him smiling. “I’ll be prettier once it’s in you” he knew you were just pooling by his words, you both didn’t want to waste anytime so he pulled the thong to the side, sliding his finger through your heat leaving your hips stuttering slightly, “you ready?” You nodded at him and let out a yeah, he took his member and pumped himself a few times before entering you with a groan.

“Fuck y/n your so tight” you softly came down on him, you being on top and holding onto the head board for support as you lifted your hips and ripped them again “mmmm” you moaned, your head tilting back as he watched comfterbly, seeing you in control. You went faster the bed making noise as whimpers left your lips, his hand came up to your waist and held tight, biting his lip as he watched your boobs bounce infront of his face (ew sex 🤢 don’t know her)

He groaned and let out a fuck, moaning at his name as he sat up, looking up at your face and how your beautiful moans leave your lips. “You like that y/n, you like riding me?” He asked, slightly breathing heavy, he messed with the hem on your thong before taking both of his hands to rip it off. “Mhm, you owe me a thong” he sucked hickeys on the pad of your skin, or where ever he could. You rolled your hips, tired of bouncing as your breath was heavy, making eye contact with his darken, lust filled eyes, he didn’t heasitate to kiss your lips, shoving his tongue in your mouth and fighting for dominance, which of course he won, his hands came down to open your legs, fucking himself into you as you whined. “Fuck baby” he groaned when your hands were on his shoulders, clawing them as he hisses in pain but also in pleasure, his hands are tight on your legs which felt so good to you, hearing the clapping noises as you bucked your hips.

“Tommy you feel so good” you moaned, “yeah? My cock wrapped around your tight little pussy, so warm and wet for who?” “For you” your head tilted back, opening your legs more as you begged for more, which he gave to you, he flipped you both over making him on top, he went as fast as he could, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you choked on your moans “t-Tommy!” “You like that baby?” He asked. “Like it when I fuck into your tight pussy, where you can barely speak, when I bust you fucking open?” “Please please please”

“Please what? Be a good girl and take daddies dick yeah?” When you bucked your hips he laid a slap on your ass, your back arching as you cried and open your legs as open as possible, your chest pressed up against his, he used the head board to pound harder into you, groaning as each thrust, yours moans where high pitched “I’m gonna-“ you swallowed. “Cum? Hold it for me, I’ll tell you when you get it to cum” “your in so deep I don’t know-“ “just try’n hold it” he felt his climax building up. “Please tom can I cum?” You let out a rough high pitched moan, really putting your throat in it, he smiled and moaned at your face, then looked down and seen the way he pounded into you so freely, his cock glistening with your wetness, he took his hand and rubbing your clit messy. “To much Tommy!” You basically screamed.

“Take it for me” your back came off the mattress as your face scrunched, you cum blasting right out of you. “joder joder joder joder, papi me haces correr tan fuerte, dios me haces sentir tan bien! joder papi si, papi si papi si papi si!” You cried, which instantly made him cum right after you. “Fuckkkk” he rode it out, his hand still on your clit, your chest stuttered as your hand went to his wrist latching onto it as he keep swirling around your clit, eager to make you cum again. You were so dazed you couldn’t think straight the pleasure over powering you as you were sure you just peed yourself, “Thomas!” You shrieked

He pulled out. “I could do that all day” he muttered, rolling over to the other side as you both panted, he looked over at you and noticed how you weren’t speaking, “what’s up?” You looked over at him and replied with “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk” he laughed and the door soon opened. “Party is fücking over” his friend said, looking at both of you while your bodies were fully naked, he didn’t care he just wanted you both out, the theme song of the backyardagains playing as he shut the door which left you both laughing, he secretly kept the ripped thong and put it in his pocket of his jeans.

“You spoke Spanish to me, y/n” he laughed as you shook your head no. “Stop that’s so embarasinggg!” You groan and cover your ears. “You called me daddy, I don’t know the rest” “I probably did speak Spanish to you, but I didn’t call you daddy, I couldn’t have” “oh no you called me daddy alright, it was fucking gorgeous, I couldn’t help but cum” “shut up!” You both were walking down the street... well you crippled as he held your hand drinking a slurpii that you got form 711. “How will zendaya feel?” He asked you and you shrugged. “I will tell her soon” “and how you spoke fluent Spanish to me? I bet no one has ever fucked you that good huh?” “THOMAS!”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland au

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iwritetopassthetime · 3 years

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amami alfredo (1/9)

Javier Peña x Opera singer!Reader

[A/N: so im currently hyperfocused on daddy pedro]

summary: Y/N is an opera singer who has a connection to a man who can possibly lead our favourite DEA team to Pablo Escobar.

PROLOGUE // Masterlist // Next Chapter

warnings: none for this chapter

As it turned out, even some of Escobar’s people weren’t complete cultural invalids and had acquired a taste for the finer things in life. Wether that meant buying classical paintings to fill their drug-financed mansions or rubbing shoulders with big names in the music and film industry, both in Colombia and in the US. That, however, didn’t change what they were, it only proved that the overused saying about the wolf in sheep’s clothing was to the fucking point ‘cause after busting one of said mansions, Peña and I discovered that one of those bastards had been snorting coke off of an original Monet. Connie was feral when she heard about it.

Now that we had them on the run it was much harder for them to get their fill of nice things and that made them more prone to making stupid mistakes just to make themselves and their lives feel fancier. And when you have Escobar’s friends crawling out of their hole just to go watch a fucking concerto, well… if you’ve been rabbit hunting you’ll know what I’m talking about. It certainly made getting closer to catching the bastard a little bit easier.

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Agent Peña was just lighting up his sixth cigarette of the day when Steve walked in their shared working space, calling his name.

‘Get your ass up, Ambassador wants to see us in his office,’ Murphy said while flipping through the folders on his desk and finding the correct one that contained the files showing their recent progress.

Peña let out a low grunt and stubbed his cigarette in the already filled ashtray and left it aside to finish later. He followed Murphy out of the room and down the hall. ‘What’s this one gonna be about?’

‘I dunno, man. Could be just to go over recent developments.’

‘Would’ve been nice if there were any,’ Peña huffed and Steve chuckled humourlessly.

‘Let me do the talking, you know I’m good with bulshitting my way out of these meetings.’

Upon entering the Ambassador’s office, Javier and Steve were surprised to see none other than César fucking Gaviria sitting opposite Crosby and, of course, Messina. She was standing on the Ambassador’s right with her arms crossed. She had a scowl on her face and her overall demeanour was tense. There was another person sat on the other side of the Colombian president but they were mostly obscured, from the two agents’ position.

‘President Gaviria.’ Murphy walked ahead, nodding in the man’s direction. Gaviria returned the nod with a curt smile.

‘Agent Murphy, Agent Peña,’ Crosby spoke, ‘sit down.’

When the took the two other available chairs in front of the Ambassador’s desk, the two agents had a clear view of the person sat on the president’s left. A woman. Dressed in nice clothes and smelling of something nice and expensive. An attaché maybe, Javier thought while giving the woman a discreet once over. She looked back at him, the corner of her mouth twitching in something resembling a half-smile. Her eyes were the most striking feature in her entire face in Peña’s opinion. There was something really nice about her eyes.

Javier was brought back to reality by the Messina’s cough which prompted the agent to hastily take his seat between Gaviria and Steve. He covered his slight embarrassment of being caught ogling the pretty woman by assuming a stoic expression, giving himself an air of nonchalance.

Steve was about to ask something along the lines of what the hell was this meeting for and why the hell was the Colombian president there, but Crosby was way ahead of him.

‘I’ve called you two in because president Gaviria has some interesting information to share with you two that could help in the Escobar case.’

Gaviria smiled politely, smoothing down his necktie. ‘Not so much what I have to share in this case.’

‘I’m sorry to be rude, señor el presidente’ Steve began, ‘but we’ve been on Escobar’s ass for what feels like forever now. Every lead we have has come from sources in close proximity to the man. What kind of information could you possibly have that would help us?’

The mystery woman opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Ambassador Crosby, ‘Are you familiar with Diego Rivera?’

Diego Rivera was one of those guys who’d sell you his mother if he knew he’d get a good deal out of it. He was good pals with some guys in the States, mostly gangsters. The US government ignored him for a long time because he prominently worked with them to catch commies around South America. Che Guevara being one of them. He wasn’t anti-communist himself, no — but he was pro-money which worked in his favour for the most part. We started catching whiffs of him in Escobar’s business when his name started to appear in cartel circles. It was obvious that Rivera had found another golden goose to fill his pocket.

‘Former politician, oligarch,’ Javier listed. ‘We have intel that he could possibly be hiding Escobar and his family in one of his estates. We haven’t had a solid lead in that department though.’

‘We know that he likes to keep a high standard of life,’ Steve added. ‘He’s known for running several galleries across Colombia and has one low-key ownership of an exclusive brothel here in Bogota.’

‘Well, according to our source,’ the president spoke again, ‘he’s also been frequenting el Teatro Colón and has been, let’s say, persistent in his contacts with the lead soprano there.’

‘And you believe that this soprano is… close to Rivera?’ Javier asked. So the guy wants to fuck a singer, he wanted to add.

‘Not in the way that you think, Agent Peña,’ said the mystery woman and Javier felt a slight chill run down his arms. Her voice was mellow and sweet and a little bit on edge.

‘Agents, may I introduce Miss Y/N Y/L/N, current lead soprano of el Teatro Colón de Bogota and a dear friend of my family’s,’ the president introduced her and Peña thanked whatever higher power there was that he didn’t say what he intended to say.

‘Miss,’ Murphy nodded in her direction.

‘Y/N came to me with the information,’ the president continued. ‘I’ve assured her that in sharing it with you it would not compromise her safety.’

‘If she’s in contact with a guy who’s close to Escobar, her safety is already compromised,’ Peña said.

‘I was under the impression, Agent Peña, that the American government, was not defeatist in nature.’ Y/N replied calmly.

‘No, miss, but I certainly am a realist.’ Javier retorted despite the slight burn of her words. My, that woman had a fire in her. In the way that she spoke and even sat there, hands folded in her lap, shoulders back and legs crossed at the ankles like the fucking Queen.

She smirked — fucking smirked, ’I can assure you that I do not have any delusions about my predicament. However, I do not wish men like Escobar and Rivera to continue to kill and terrorise in the way they have without consequence.’

President Gaviria took it upon himself to ease the discussion like a true politician. ‘I would like to make a personal request, as the president of the country that yours is a guest of, to make sure that Miss Y/L/N is not harmed in the process. Is that something you think you can do, agents.’

‘With all due respect, we’re not babysitters,’ Murphy replied.

‘You’re not gonna be babysitting, Agent Murphy,’ Messina objected. ‘Miss Y/L/N, would you be so kind to share the information that you have with the agents.’

Y/N smiled politely at Javier’s boss. ‘Mr Rivera has been visiting the Teatro during my rehearsals. I don’t think I need to clarify that his attention is not something that I enjoy having. He’s made it clear that he’ll be attending the premier of the opera I’m in. If you manage to catch him then and there, I’m sure he’ll help you get to Escobar.’

Javier and Steve looked at each other. Okay, that was some big fucking news.

Next chapter

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rurifangirl · 3 years

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chile, could ya explain the magic system in yo oc world more? im kinda confused w how it works👁👄👁

Oh boy, here we go bitches.

So as an intro to this, I said bout last oc post in Qiran's part that their fam was full of mages n shit, but also some of em weren't, n since they do have magic istelf Imma do more parts (3 parts)

First part- how does It all work (Humans/Mages)

First of all, not all of em have a connection with magic, for example Evelyn doesn't at all while Lyva does but only through a magical item so It doesn't really count.

Other then that, if you're born you can either be born with some kind of magic, or simply not. It all depends from your family's lineage, for example If you come from a family of mainly rougues it's hard to get some kind of magical power, while if your parents have both some kind of power or even if it's only one of em, it's more likely you'll end up with something really similar, or a mixture of the two. (In case both of your parents have magical powers of any sort.)

It also depends on where you're living, for example If you'd be born from a cold place it's unlikely ya'd have magma magic rather than snow magic.

Between humans/mages the system Is kinda the same, but that does change for Hybrids/Demi gods/anything that isn't born between the same species.

Between humans/mages it's more of how their ancestors managed to treat its powers, as some got even destroyed for not being worthy of its usage, so If anything at this point and time they're lucky about getting somethin.

Mages are far more cautious about It, having both a lot of hidden knowlege about spells or even origins of some types of magic, though that being the most "common" ones, (for example fire, water ect.), because it's not only them of course, there's far more variants and all are different from eachother.

They can also get stronger by the worshipping of certain gods, which I don't think I will really talk about, at least in this post. (And also because they're still a wip of mine)

But the gang until now really never relied on any of them, or at least Lyva/Rui n Naexi never really did, while the others absolutely did. This Is also why I will do another post as a sorta of a part 2.

Anyways back on topic, most people in all parts of my oc world aren't used to worshipping anymore, or at least a great part of It, mainly because of a loss of knowlege about anything about them.

It's kind of taboo even mentioning most gods names, as they fear something will go wrong if they would (*ahem*being suspicious n allarmin the cult*AHEM*). In fact it's hard to get on most religions because the only remains of It are extremely either hidden, or destroyed in the meanwhile.

I wanna say that another reason because the worshipping stopped Is also because of Rui's cult. Yes, remember that?

It's gonna be talked about on its own post, but let's just say that for them, it's a safe way to restrain anyone knowing far too much about how everything works.

They're the only ones owning most stuff about different coltures to avoid having them against their side,

If there's no worshippers, no knowlege, n more weak magic because people don't strengthen them, who's gonna go against em? (It'll turn out to be the shittiest idea they've ever had but that really did work for the longest time.)

Oh I think i forgot to mention this, but since magic goes lineage to lineage, It also weakenens as generations pass by, as THAT'S the reason they absolutely need those texts.

That's also the reason most humans struggle w keepin magic. Mages can manage, though it's a small portion, since sometimes not even what they've learned over generations works anymore.

Second part- how does It all work (Hybrids/Demi gods n stuff)

Oh boy, so, I'm also gonna use Shou n Naexi a lot here, so bear w me. As I said earlier, it's different from em, since it's not about lineage at all.

Apart that the union between different species Is both a taboo n seen as something "ashaming",so even if they had a child It was more likely they'd Hide It or leave It behind. So it's already a really, god-awful situation for them.

The magic works kinda randomly, in the sense that since the hybrid's nature is seen as unstable to begin w, there's no real critere to handle how the child born Is gonna turn out to be.

Sometimes it's really hard to notice, having yeah some features but can be hidden really easly, but other times Is just, a real mess between the two species, n the magic Is also uncontrollable, especially during their first years of life.

For example, in Shou's case he used to really switch a lot between em, that being the reason he later on prefers not to switch, n havin to learn as soon as possible how to learn how his magic n form would work w It, having again a lot of preassure comin from people he knew.

This Is unfortunatly a really common situation between most hybrids. And there's also no choise.

If you as an hybrid can control magic w/o anything to rely on then you can live, while if you cannot do It, it's a matter of time before you'd get zoned out by everyone and everything.

This Is a big issue, other than having everything fucked by the cult but that's another story.

Aight now bout demi-gods, they're also really not seen well. Most of them prefer not to interact at all with anything that Is not godly related, and in fact, most of em even refused to adknowledge their mortal parent, since they all have resentment over the sudden disappereance of all belivers.

If anything Naexi Is a weird one at that, as they did have a suddent interest in humans and ungodly creatures, though still recognized about how cruel any of them could've been, especially she's a demi-god and has a bad reputation at that.

The magic system Is relatively simple, they just get a certain amount of power from their god parent and are actually pretty capable of controlling them in confront of Hybrids.

That mainly comes from a special connection w their god parent's power, so in theory they're sort of devoted to them.

I wanna expand this when I'll do the gods post n finnaly introduce some of em (And potentially Naexi's mother👀), so I'll not go beyond this atm.

Third part- Magical items/weapons

Aight onto another important part, which Is basically how tf would that work. We have that comin from Qiran's sword n Lyva's earrings, so they'll also be later on disscussed bout.

Even though it's a tough and long procedure, you can transport some of your own magic onto somethin as ordinary as an hat or as sharp as a dagger.

This Is being mainly used in emergency situations, as that energy can eventually be re-used later on by its user.

The user can be changed as long as there's a deal between both parties, whether that being a gift, buying It, or anythin up to them really.

It can also be a great way to hide mage's power, since there are some parts where they arent exactly that respected, so they could blend in with normal humans.

In fact, Qiran does that continiously thanks to their sword, daggers and other lil weapons, and they keep a big part of It there, to seem rather a normal knight/adventurer rather than havin somethin supernatural goin on.

They have a great holdo it since their father did make them learn to fulfill their request to be freerly goin round.

With Lyva it's not really different, even if she kinda stole It n there wasn't really a deal at that moment, but before runnin away from everyone n everything she convinced her mother to give her something that she could use to defend herself, since they were never around and when they were, they would've kinda avoided her.

Oh, and to add this, you could also curse an item. It's a way to mainly punish since ,well, it's a curse,

and makes the user either completely obsessed with the object itself or makin them do somethin w/o any type of consent, whether physical or emotional.

In some cases It can also be a torture tool. Though, as some recent stuff happened, they're somewhat hard to find.

If you still have somethin unclear lemme know cuz idk If I covered everythin or if somethin ain't clear enough😭

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wienerbarnes · 4 years

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Cheek to Cheek (1/5)

Pairing: Bucky x Criminal!Reader

Word Count: 1,056

Warnings: Mentions of death row and Hydra stuff

A/N: yay first part! not sure if im gonna do a tag list for this story since im planning on finishing posting it before the new year; maybe if enough people ask! also, as said on the masterlist, this story is inspired by the x files episode “beyond the sea” season one episode thirteen! super good episode if youre into that! anywayyyyyyy enjoy under the cut!

SERIES MASTERLIST

Heaven, I’m in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness that I seek

When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

Bucky sways slightly from side to side as he makes his breakfast. He remembers his mother teaching him how to dance to this song, he was small enough to stand on her toes while she taught him how to sway correctly. He showed Steve this song when they were older and tried to teach him to dance, too, but he was hopeless with his two left feet.

Fred Astaire’s voice floods his apartment as he layers thick slices of cheese over top his eight egg omelette, peppers and tomatoes flooding out the middle. The steam warms his bare chest and he places the top of the pan over the cheese to allow it melt over.

Bucky’s life has changed over the past couple of months. With everything that happened after the defeat of Thanos, Bucky wanted to slow down. He wanted to do something for him instead of other people. Was it selfish? Absolutely. But Bucky thinks he deserves to be selfish, just for a little while.

So he buys an apartment away from everything. About an hour from where Sam and Sharon are in the new refurbished Stark tower, Bucky buys an apartment and fills it with soft carpet and green plants hanging from the ceiling in front of his large wall-sized window. He adopts a small white kitten and gets a nice haircut. He begins to enjoy his life, even if he may be starting a little late.

Yes, heaven, I’m in heaven

And the cares that hung around me through the week

Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak

When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

As he continues to pace around his kitchen waiting for his cheese to turn into the perfect state of goo, he notices a low buzzing coming the countertop; his phone. A picture of Sam Wilson with a pink cowboy hat on is displayed on the screen as Bucky approaches and answers the phone.

“How much trouble you think we’d get in if we break out a murderer for help on a case?” Sam asks without preface.

“We sounds like a lot of people.” Bucky replies, putting the phone on speaker as he notices his cheese begin to bubble.

“We got a complicated kidnapping that might be linked to Hydra. Coupla teenagers but not your typical running away from home. Sharon found one of Hydra’s biggest experiments who was responsible for most of Hydra’s kidnappings over in Eastern Europe before they were broken down, but she didn’t come out too good.” Sam explains.

“I don’t understand, what happened with her? What does Sharon think she can do?” Bucky questions with a twitch in his brow as he slides his breakfast onto a plate.

“Well, when that specific facility was cleared, she came out smiling and laughing. She didn’t want any medical attention and she plead insanity during the trial that followed. She��s been kept in a sort of solitary confinement type of psychiatric ward ever since.

“Sharon figures who would know better about Hydra kidnappings than the kidnapper herself?” Sam finishes.

Bucky thinks for a moment while he chews on his eggs. The cheese was a bit too gooey, giving the eggs an odd texture in his mouth and the tomatoes are too ripe. Bucky can’t tell if that’s where the bad taste in his mouth is coming from or if it’s from what he’s hearing over the phone.

“I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.” Bucky honestly explains to his partner.

Sam sighs before continuing, “She’s been on death row for nine months now. She’s scheduled for a week from now. Sharon could try and pull a couple of strings to push back her death date if she can help us find these kids, maybe even get her off death row entirely.”

Bucky’s lost his appetite.

“I set up a time to go talk to her tomorrow and I want you to come with me and Sharon. If you can come by later today so I can run you through her history and what we got on the missing teens, that’d be great, too.” Sam mentions.

“And what if I said no?” Bucky teases, pushing the eggs around on his plate while a smile slowly tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Well then I guess I’d be in a lot of trouble then, huh,” Sam chuckles, “I’ll see you later, Tin Man.”

The call ends and Astaire’s voice continues to fill his apartment.

Come on and dance with me

I want my arm about you

The charm about you

Will carry me through to

Heaven, I’m in heaven…

Bucky stands to dump his half-eaten eggs in the garbage and returns to his bedroom to get dressed. His kitty is sprawled across his pillow, drool marking the tiniest puddle next to soft whiskers. What a life.

Bucky doesn’t do missions anymore, but every once in a while he helps Sam with a case or two. As much as he doesn’t want to fight anymore, he knows it’s what he’s good at. If he doesn’t keep himself busy, he knows his mind will haunt him, so he tries to help on his own terms when he can. Bucky begins to tug on his shoes and makes eye contact with an older picture of Steve on his night stand. He thinks it’s from Rebecca’s sixth birthday, it’s one of the few pictures he has with his family. In the picture, Bucky’s leaning an elbow on Becca’s head while she’s giggling wildly, his other arm tugged around Steve’s neck, who’s small and scrawny hands pry at the fold of Bucky’s elbow. His mother has her hands on the tops of Bucky’s shoulders, her head peeking out from behind his left side. How he misses those dance lessons. Bucky feels a knot build in his throat and looks away, continuing to lace up his sneakers.

He gathers his wallet and keys, shoves his phone in his pants pocket, and plants a kiss on the soft cheek of his cat before leaving his home for the day.

Cheek to cheek

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x criminal!reader #criminal!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes series #series #marvel #marvel fanfiction #x files au

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krajtaz · 4 years

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i wanna know abt the horrible girl i love drama and being mean

WELL it's less drama more her being an incompetent person and a piece of shit but um ✌️ buckle down if u rly wanna listen. watch the tags though, it's a lot and im definitely oversharing, ❤️

so let's call her emma for the sake of sense. me and my current best friend (let's call her... leah) used to be really good friends like last year. that's good to know.

her offenses include:

treating me & leah horribly

making jokes about a really traumatic experience leah went through

treating us like we weren't allowed to talk to other people

playing the victim through it all

veganism 💔

ok so last year we were all friends. all was fine. emma started acting out in around.. october last year? yeah i think. it started off as her just being... moody. a lot. i didn't mind at first because im also a cunt so whatever right. i thought she was going through a rough patch so i let it slide. (she was going thru stuff but i'll talk about that later)

then she just gradually became worse and worse to be around. rude, dismissive to anything that wasn't about her, constantly making jokes about suicide (when she knew leah was recovering from an attempt), making leah buy her food, and making both me and leah feel like shit by constantly telling us we should "really do something about our faces" (when her skin had only cleared up a month prior). the last one seems like a minor offense but it made me hate her ♡

me and leah stopped talking to her as often as we used to, because i honestly didn't wanna deal with her. WELL. emma decided we weren't allowed to do that, and got mad at us every time we didn't wait for her after class or???? sat in different places during lunch??? she was so horrible and manipulative all the time it was genuinely so much just going to school when u knew she was gonna do all this shit.

she would often accuse me of her own goddamn behavior (for example that i was the one making people feel bad about their skin), say i'm horrible to be around and a bad friend, lash out at harmless jokes (like swinging scissors at me for mentioning i'm two months older than her), call leah fat behind her back (and then mention this during PE class and how she should work out more (leah is a fucking athlete???)).

me and leah pretty much cut her off as much as we could. the issue was that she sat with us in pretty much every class (we have desks for 3 people and she sat in the middle). made school horrible for leah.

then quarantine hit. and it was radio silence until like. mid-april. nothing from her not even on my bday. i thought we were finally fucking done with her but then she sent leah a MILE LONG message. not kidding. wrote a fucking essay. jesus.

it was a miserable attempt at an apology during which she??? described how hard it was for her to be respectful towards leah regarding her suicide attempt, said she was "fed up with life" and needed to express it somehow (im guessing the suicide jokes? wow), said that her bodyshaming leah was done out of genuine concern and her own insecurities (which is what she was going through like i said way in the beginning. that, and like. a mild case of depression. which she coped with by taking it out on us ❤️). ended the message with a "i hope we can still be friends". which like. LMAO. but that was her apology for leah.

mine was like. SIGNIFICANTLY shorter. actually, Leah's was ±10 paragraphs and mine was 6 lines in its entirety. which fits because she swore leah was her best friend and i was a tagalong the whole time💞 did wonders for my sense of friendship with anyone

leah responded to her apology and i just sort of. read it and deleted the convo after a week because i was 💖 a coward . ❤️

yeah but that's the backstory & the heaviest shit. now, she somehow thinks we're still friends and used to demand i help her with school back before quarantine²... lmao... she seemed to be less shitty after the break so i wasn't actively homicidal near her but yeah i still didn't wanna fucking interact every day

now, on top of all this she is a vegan of the highest degree in mind only. meaning she'll eat eggs and bacon but conduct a passionate speech about how im not eating healthy, how leah is fat when ??? shes an athlete and clearly the healthiest of us???, how my parents who are beekeepers are abusing animals, and other shit like this so she's just, the most annoying and rage-inducing person to be around.

now im just complaining about her but she also made pe class unbearable for me. i told her multiple times that volleyball was hard for me to play bcs all my joints are fucked up. she???? said that im making it up and continued to coerce the teacher into making us play volleyball..... 🚶🚶

i could complain about her for DAYS holy shit. MAN.

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afishcalledfatin · 5 years

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Dr JUNG

ALL MY COVERS HAVE THE NAME 'INSOMNIAC' BECAUSE THIS WAS FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!!

summary: in which Jaehyun is a shy and curious cardiologist who is afraid of love until he meets you.

Pairings: doctor! Jaehyun x female reader

genre: FLUFF

He’s a cardiologist.

Also in the ‘handsome doctors’ group huhu

loves learning

If he isn’t on call or working, he’d be reading any of his medical books, websites or blogs to gain more information. You will often find him in his office reading.

“Hey didn’t you just finished that book yesterday?” “The heart is very important. Maybe I missed out some info.” even though he knows he read every single sentence in the book.

Likes to give out random facts. It doesn’t even have to be related to cardiology.

“Did you know a chinchilla has about 20 hairs per follicle. We humans only have 2-3. That’s why they are so freaking soft.” *continues to eat* “Hyung, we just asked for the time. What.”

The boy loves to read okay

He’s the head of the Cardiology department.

He’s really committed in his work. He loves what he does.

Gives seminars all the time

Is pretty popular because of his seminars.

HAS A FAN BASE OH MY GOD

Gets flustered easily

“has anyone ever told you, you looked like Zac Efron?” “Johnny, I swear to god.. please don’t.” as his ears turn slightly pink.

WHICH IS ANOTHER CUTE THING ABOUT HIM.

Always treats the guys for dinner.

“So are we splitting?” “Wait, Jaehyun paid.” “WHEN DID HE LEAVE HIS SEAT? BDSHSVH”

Constantly buys breakfast for Dr Seo.

“I’m buying next time.” “Of course you are.”

Likes to quiz interns at random times. A lot of them try not to walk past him so they could avoid questions.

“Hey you, what are the causes of atrial fibrillation?” “Dr Jung, I have to-” “Not till you answer the question kiddo.”

He does it to test how quick they are. If they couldn’t answer his question or aren’t confident about their answer, he won’t be mean about it. He would probably tell them to read up or tell them that they need to be more confident.

He also likes it if anyone were to ask him questions.

“Dr Jung, I’m so sorry to interrupt but can I ask you a question about the case you gave me?” “OH OF COURSE, COME SIT SIT.” and answer all your questions excitedly.

Jaehyun would be that doctor everyone looks up to.

Has a way with making patients less nervous. Especially with kids.

“Doc, am I gonna be okay?” “Hey, hey, everything is gonna be alright. I’ll do everything to make sure you’ll be able to play soccer again.”

When he hangs out with neurologist, Dr Nakamoto, he will always ask questions about the brain.

“Yuta, you busy?” “Nope, you wanna go down to the cafe?” “Sure, I’ve got a new set of questions to ask anyways.” “over cake and coffee, yeah?”

In short, Dr Jung is very curious and very smart.

The elderly patients love him.

“You are so handsome, Dr Jung. Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” “Mrs Park, just because I work on hearts doesn’t mean I’m good at love. The human heart is more complex than you may think. I mean it failed the last time I tried.”

They always try to set up dates for him with their daughters, nieces, granddaughters, etc.

“My granddaughter is a lovely girl. Why don’t you two go for coffee?” “If I have the time, ma’am.” he would give his adorable smile and OH MY GOD

HIS DIMPLES MAKES EVERYONE FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM

Seeing Dr Jung smile is truly a blessing ;-;

and his laugh… oh my god.

Flowers bloom, babies smile, my acne is clear.

If you catch him singing, DON’T! INTERRUPT! HIM! BECAUSE HIS VOICE IS AMAZING AND HE RARELY SINGS. JUST ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN.

GETS SHY AND WILL RUN AWAY.

Will try to avoid whoever caught him earlier for the rest of the day.

The guys tease him a lot.

“Jaehyun, you need to go out more. Y’know, go hang out with the nurses or something. We’re worried for your love life.” “im pERFECTLY FINE GUYS STAHP.”

The problem was, it wasn’t that Jaehyun didn’t want to find someone to spend his life with. He was scared of love.

OH BUT HUHU HOW DID HE MEET YOUR BEAUTIFUL SELF?

So, remember how I said old ladies set him up on dates?

Dr Jung Jaehyun decided “Y’KNOW WHAT? I’M GONNA DO IT.”

He agreed with one of his regular patients. He was going to go on a date with her daughter.

he only knew your name which kind of made him more nervous.

You’ll find out why.

He was free on Friday, so he set the date then.

He wore a simple black t-shirt and tucked it in. He wore a denim jacket over it. He waited in the cafe patiently and a bit hopeful.

Truthfully, he was freaking out.

“OH MY GOD WHAT IF SHE DOESN’T LIKE ME? WHAT IF I DO SOMETHING EMBARRASSING? DO I TELL HER MY NAME IS YOON OH OR JAEHYUN? SHOULD I CALL TAEYONG FOR HELP? JOHNNY? WAIT NO THEY CANT KNOW.”

“Um, Jaehyun?”

He turns around and his eyes were ready to bulge out of his skull.

You were his high school crush.

Your presence took his breath away. Like back in school. All your happy memories together rushing back to him. He really missed you.

“Y/N.. oh gosh it’s been a while.” he scratches the back of his neck.

“Hey. My mom told me about you. I was actually wondering if it was you.”

“sis same.” he thought. He was actually happy to see you. You’ve become a beautiful, grown woman.

You two began talking like old times.

You and Jaehyun were classmates and you were in the same circle of friends.

“So, you’re a pediatrician?” he asks. You nod “Yup, I’m actually going to be transferred to your hospital in a few weeks.” he nearly chocked on his hot chocolate.

“REALLY?” he coughed. You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He was adorable.

You pat his back a little, to ease his coughing.

The rest of your date was very pleasant. It was as if nothing changed.

“Jaehyun, are you still using the same number?” “Woah, you kept my phone number?” “Of course I did.”

Guess whose ears were as red as a firetruck. *Woop woop woop woop*

You laughed “Ah, you’re still the same. I missed having you around.”

“Well, we’re gonna see each other a lot more now.” he smiled.

You guys planned another date. Carefully planning to match your busy schedule.

Few months have passed and you two hit it off greatly. You were already working together. You guys tried to be careful but some were already curious

You both had many great dates on the beach, parks and markets. You also shared several hugs and kisses together.

Some nights you two would just watch a movie and cuddle at his house.

He had recently asked you to be his girlfriend and you happily agreed

By the way, you sorta died on the inside when you saw him in his lab coat and scrubs. Dr Jung pushed his hair back and he just looked gorgeous.

Every time you both went out on dates, he’d look super cute and he would wear boyfriend looks. BUT DR JUNG WAS LOOKIN’ HELLA FINE WHILE WORKING.

“Y/N you okay there?” “I… I’m so freaking lucky.” and you would walk off leaving Dr Jung confused

You would visit each others offices when both of you were free.

One night, Johnny and Taeyong pulled Jaehyun into a corner. “DID YOU PLAN ON TELLING US THAT YOU AND DR Y/L/N ARE DATING?”

“We… yeah we’re together…” the guys squealed. Nope not those “WOah BrOOO.” they screamed like a fangirl whose ship kissed.

‘WE MUST CELEBRATE!! OUR YOON OH IS FINALLY TAKEN.” you could guess the reaction of many in the area. Some stared, some sighed disappointingly and some who were trying to get Dr Jung watched in disbelief

“BRING DR Y/L/N FOR DINNER WITH US LATER.”

He honestly had no idea how to tell you.

He walked into your office, your back turned to the door.

“Hey.” he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. You held onto his hands.

You both stayed like that before he looked down and saw you holding a rather familiar note.

“Oh my god… you kept it.” on your last day of school Jaehyun gave you a note before leaving.

Dear Y/N, I write this to you not knowing if you felt the same way as I did for the last three years. I have always loved you and not in a close friend way. I feel happy and calm when I’m around you. When you sing or laugh, its as if a beautiful melody played. When you get sad, my chest hurts seeing you like that. At first, I didn’t know what it was but now I do. I love you so much. I’m not sure if I’ll get to see you again but please know that you are beautiful and amazing. Never bring yourself down. You will do great things in life and I hope you will find your true love. goodbye. -Jae :)”

“This letter was my source of comfort and what motivated me to become a doctor. When I felt like giving up, I’d read this. Jaehyun, I went to your house that night.”

“You did?” “But your mom said you went out with your friends to celebrate you studying in America. I didn’t want to disturb you and your dreams so I just let it be. I wanted to call you several times but because I was also a medical student I knew how hectic our lives were.”

“Y/N…” “and I did feel the same for those three years, you butt.” you turn around and kissed him. His hands snaking around your waist, holding you close. Your hands holding onto his shoulders. His plush lips moving against yours. Once you both broke apart, slightly breathless you leaned on each others foreheads, enjoying the moment.

“Y’know how you said I hope you will find your one true love?” “Mhm?” “I think I found him and he’s super great.” “Is he now?” he grinned. He kissed your forehead, still hugging you. “Yeah, he’s a really cool doctor but when you get to know him, he’s easily flustered. His ears would turn pink.” “Hey!” as his ears turned a bright shade of pink.

You were very happy to be together… at last.

Hello~ I don’t actually know how the medical world works, I only know the basics. I deeply apologize if there are mistakes.

Credits to owner of the photo.

#jaehyun #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nctzen #nct blurbs #nct drabbles #nct 127 #nct bulletpoints #jung jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun drabbles #jaehyun bulletpoints #jaehyun blurbs

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dierwolves · 5 years

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fezco x reader; gsw

request: okay so hear me out! fez and reader(who’s rue’s cousin and a nurse) use to date in high school and they break up (you can make up the reason why cause idk) and the reader is moving back to town with leslie (rue’s mom). then one day rue is hanging out at fez’s house where something’swrong between him and mouse and mouse shoots fez but he didn’t wanna go to the hospital so rue calls her cousin( the reader) to help and when she/he gets there they realize that they still have feelings for each other

notes: hope this is what you wanted!!!

“Hey Rue. What’s up?”

“Y/N, come to Fez’s house right now please?”

“Why? If this is another excuse to get us together-”

“I swear it’s not! Please, hurry! And bring whatever you need to treat a bullet wound!”

“To- what the hell? Rue?!”

The line went dead. You quickly managed to put everything you needed in a bag and rushed to the car. Your breath had quickened and your palms were sweating. You knew you were in no condition to drive but it’s not like you had a choice. You assumed it was Fez who was hurt, it wouldn’t have been Rue on the phone if it was her. Jesus, why couldn’t they have normal problems like any other teenagers?! She should be dealing with a failed exam, not with a bullet wound.

You grabbed the bag and got off the car. Rue must have seen you coming because she opened the door before you even got there.

“He’s in the sofa.” If there was one thing you would have never wanted to happen, was your high school sweetheart lying semi-unconsciously with a bullet wound on his shoulder, being taken care by 13-year-old kid and your little cousin. But alas, here you were.

“Fez, can you here me?” He moaned. Okay, he was awake. Good.

“What should we do?” Ashtray, who was holding what seemed like a very expensive t-shirt against the wound was looking at you worriedly.

“Oh, I don’t know. Taking him to the hospital, maybe?!”

“No.” Fez answered, eyes still closed. “They would ask.”

You sighed. “You really should go to the hospital. I don’t know what’s the internal damage. What if the bullet has hit an artery, or if it has broken and it’s travelled-”

“No hospitals.” He struggled to open his eyes. You were having a hard time holding back your tears. “I trust you.”

You nodded. “Alright.”

“So, what do we do?” Rue was looking at you anxiously. “Are we going to remove the bullet?”

“We? You two stay back for now and let me work. First, I will clean the wound. We’ll see from then.” You took a deep breath. This was definitely not your area of expertise, but you weren’t about to let Fezco die.

After thirty minutes of work —clean the wound, remove the bullet, close the wound— there was nothing more you could do. You had forced both Ash and Rue to leave (making sure neither of them had signs of shock). And now you were left alone with Fez.

“So,” He cleared his throat. “I’m making it?”

You looked at him, lying in that sofa, covered in blankets, eyes hardly open. You were trying to be positive, but this was one of the worst things you have had to face. There’s a reason why doctors aren’t allowed to treat relatives and loved ones. Oh, did you just say that word?

“I think so, yeah. It looks like it.”

“You don’t look too happy about it.” He looked at you with a grimace.

“Of course I’m not happy. Do you even know how dangerous a bullet wound is? Only one in five survive, that with appropriate medical attention. I’ve never been more scared in my life.”

He was looking at you in a weird way, a soft smile on his lips. “C’mere.” You sat on the floor next to the sofa. You moved your hand to his forehead. He didn’t seem to have a fever. “I didn’t know you cared that much.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be stupid, you know I do. I’ve always cared.” Your hand moved to his head without noticing and started caressing his hair. He sighed contentedly. You stayed quiet for a few minutes. You looking at him, while he kept his eyes closed.

“Remember when we first hooked up?” He opened his eyes, looking at you with a spark of mischief.

“Of course I do. On Halloween. Very romantic.”

“Man, you looked hot in that nurse costume.”

“Where the hell are we going?”

“To buy weed. Now shut up!”

Your friend was dragging you around the house of some dude you didn’t know. “I’m not gonna smoke. Do you now how bad is that for your health? It affects your brain, liver lungs-”

“Please, Y/N, you don’t need to smoke, just come with me.” You sighed, but followed her to wherever she was taking you. You stopped in front of a cute guy with freckles and blue eyes. While your friend bought the weed you looked around nervously, but nobody seemed to be looking at you.

“Who’s your nervous friend?”

“Ah, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Fez. If you let her talk too much, she’ll give you a full list of the reasons why drugs are the worst.” Your friend rolled her eyes, but the guy only laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind that. Maybe she can keep me company for a while.” You friend’s eyes widened comically. You would have laughed if you weren’t sure your face looked exactly that ridiculous.

“Sure! I’ll leave you to it.” She left you alone with the cute guy without giving you time to protest.

“So, you don’t do drugs?”

“No.”

“Never?”

You shook your head.

“That’s cool. Then I know you won’t be stealing my weed.”

“No. That won’t be a problem.”

You stayed silent for a while until he talked again. “So, all this anti-drugs shit and dressed up as a nurse. You wanna be a doctor?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I hope so.”

His eyes travelled from your cleavage to the black heels and back to your eyes. “Maybe you can help me with these pains I’ve been having...”

It was a pathetic pick up line. Still, 30 minutes later, you found yourself legs wide open while Fez pounded on you on some random bathroom you both had stumbled upon. You thought it was a nice hook up with a cute guy, but you woke up with a text from him the next day:

hey, im fez

the dude from last night (idk how much u drank so just in case)

want to hang out today?

wearing the nurse costume again would be a nice touch

“You don’t happen to keep that costume, right? For old time’s sake.”

“If we have sex now, the wound will re-open and you’ll die. So, no.” He had his playful smile back, and aside from being relieved about him feeling better, it also made you feel certain things.

“Well, when I’m feeling better...”

“Fez, we are not having this conversation right now.”

“C’mon, Y/N. Why not? We ain’t kids no more. You like me and I like you. What’s the problem?”

“Do you really want to have this conversation now?” He should be sleeping, but he nodded, and you knew there was no way to convince him otherwise. “You were the one who broke up with me, Fez.”

“What was I supposed to do? You left town. I thought you were never gonna come back.”

You laughed. “Always so dramatic. Of course I was gonna come back when I finished college. I wanted to be with you. I always made that clear.” You looked at him, waiting for him to say something. “So, what now?”

“Wanna go on a date with me?”

He looked unsure, as if you hadn’t just told him you’ve been pathetically in love with him since forever. “Sure. When you’re not on the verge of death.”

He nodded. “Okay. I’m gonna sleep now.” He closed his eyes and moved around trying to find a comfortable position in the couch. “Meanwhile you can go look for that nurse costume, you know? It’d really help my recovery.”

“Sleep. Now.” With one last laugh he turned around and his breathing started to even up. You fell asleep on the floor next to him, with a smile on your lips, thinking of your upcoming date.

#fezco x reader #fezco #fezco imagine #fezco euphoria #fez #fez imagine #fez x reader #rue bennett #rue euphoria #euphoria x reader #euphoria

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tsukidotcom · 4 years

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Haikyuu HC to COVID-19 (Karasuno edition)

This is horrible 💀 im just so bored so I made whatever this mess is KFJSJDMSK enjoy

Hinata Shouyou

huh? isn’t it just the flu?

“No, hinata. People have died from it-“

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH-

goes bananas

whenever someone sneezes or coughs, his soul leaves his body as he runs away to sanitize/wash his hands for a miserably long time.

eats an expired can of peaches thinking it’s his last resort

lowkey happy school is closed because homework sucks

but also highkey hates it because now all volleyball tournaments are closed

then gets all angry when he realizes he’d have to do online school???!!?? like wtf he got jipped.

thinks they could still do volleyball if they did online calls cus if the school can do it,, then vOLLEYBALL CAN

will probably miss half of the class calls from oversleeping/forgetting anyway.

sheepishly ask yamaguchi, yachi or tsukishima for help on assignments/notes. (he will NEVA ask kageyama. he’s always in competition with him here!)

still practices volleyball 24/7 in his backyard or room (maybe even with his baby sister??)

He’s really good at practicing all by himself from practicing all alone in middle school—

but will probably go crazy being alone all the time with his family. he just wants to play volleyball with the team again.

looks up “what to do when you’re bored” or “what to do at home while in quarantine” on youtube

Kageyama Tobio

probably says he’s immune to the corona because he’s just better than everyone else

doesn’t really think it’s real until school shut down because of it

When he sees that corona is airborne he wont know what that means so he’d probably think it’s produced by air itself?? which makes him think air is trying to kill the human race?? and will be so confused as to why it decided to pop up now???

DESPISES online school. He had enough trouble understanding it from the gecko, so now he has to learn it basically all by hiMSELF?!?

And no way is he just gona email the teacher for help. If he does it’s gonna be only once in his lifetime. Anymore than that he thinks he’s doin too much. He doesn’t want his teachers thinking he’s dumb 😭

he says literally nothing during the calls he just tries to pay attention? and fails because he’s on a computer. in his room. alone. he’s bound to daze off or stare at a pen for 5 minutes.

Obvi still practices volleyball. Very much misses it. At least Hinata had his sibling to practice with him. tobio is a lone wolf in his household.

When his mom goes out to get groceries he gives her one of those doctor masks so she doesn’t catch corona.

Few moments later through the internet he realizes that corona is smaller than air molecules so if you can breathe through something you could still get it so he struggles for an hour thinking he just killed his mother

When his mom is back he keeps his distance in case she’s carrying the plague

omg did she just cough or am i imagining things no she definitely coughed she has corona oh oh god

In reality she was just clearing her throat.

is lowkey worrying about everyone and how they are 🥺 (yes, maybe even hinata).

thinks he’s science smart by calling it covid-19 than corona.

Asahi Azumane

He just worries about everyones health

like he just imagines the worst case scenario’s and starts to get really worried if people got it. Always checks on everyone and asks if they’re feeling any symptoms of corona ❤️

He’s either not gonna get it or he gets it and dies there’s no inbetween

but he’s jesus himself so theres no way he nor anyone in his bloodline can get it

is very happy to know that dogs can’t get it.

Takes online school seriously and tries his best

And is honestly so sad school just ended??? even if it’s temporary, he could be learning, playing volleyball, and going about his day instead of staying in a cage. he’s a third year so—how would graduation even go..?

always is up to date on the news !! and notifies everyone if anything important is added/changed.

Always tells everyone to stay safe! Whether through text or before ending a call.

only buys a lot of toilet paper from the fear of there being no toilet paper in stock since evERYONE IS BUYING IT-

Starts to try new hobbies that he put off for the longest time cus quarentine is rlly getting to him.

Is all out a family guy so he doesn’t mind the extra time with his family.

Nishinoya Yu

OAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOA

420 blazin’

thinks going outside means you’re instantly gonna die from corona attacking your white blood cells (????)

but also probably doesnt care as he goes outside like everyday to run around and get rid of energy (and to practice volleyball, of course).

also why is it called white blood cells when blood is red ☠️ smh

Buys 101611018320129 bags of chips because that’s his comfort food

yay more gaming time!!!

Noya🐒: Tanaka do u wana play minecraft 2getr latr?

Tanaka🍌: HELL YEAH!!

doesn’t shower for three days straight because screw personal hygiene!! No more school!!! Can do whatever he wanted!! It’s basically summer!!!

until he’s forced to do online school.

Is def the class clown. Probably somehow kicks the teacher out of the call through a little bit of hacking.

“alright guys so i’ll be you’re substitute teacher for the day-“

tbh acts the same as he would in school. maybe a little more rebellious because, i mean, what is the teacher gonna do? send him to DETENTION? call his mOMMY?

Calls/spams literally everyone in his contacts because he’s so bored and lonely. Answer him!! Y’all will be on facetime for hours!!

He’s fun to facetime.

Will call you a loser if you don’t have an apple iPhone because then he can’t facetime you and facetiming is one of his favorite things to do to pass time (besides gaming)

HE A TRUE GAMER

Okay but he lowkey still tries at school for the sake of his grades and his future ;-; maybe calls asahi or sugawara for help??

always looks up his homework on the internet to see if he can get an answer key or something (he did that anyway even before corona but)

will do one subject for 3 hours thinking he’s finally done with everythinf till he realizes he has like 4 other subjects and needs to do those too.

Sending memes all the time

Tsukishima Kei

oh, what about corona again?

honestly could give NO fucks??. like ABSOLUTELY ZERO. nonxistent.

doesn’t even remember it’s still happening half the time.

is surprisingly very knowledgeable about corona.

he’s just smart and sciency¿ so he understands the ins and outs of corona like how it works and how its spread.

so if you tRULY want any update or background info on the corona virius, ask Tsukishima.

bitch don’t touch me you have rabies.

doesn’t care that he’s obligated to stay at home because he would have stayed either way. he very much likes being alone.

might go a little crazy cooped up in his room so he’ll hang with his brother/family or go outside before he says ‘okay that’s enough’ and goes back to his room.

isolation? oh okay *puts on headphones*

he rlly gonna be rocking it out in his room cus he can listen to music all day any day

developes a really bad sleep schedule since he had no way to get rid of the energy he got rid of at school.

still a huge tease so he says everyone has the corona virius.

is never online on social media which means he’s never up to date with his frIENDS. Doesn’t have a clue what those dipshits are doing and could care less (besides yamaguchi,, they probably facetime or call thru skype or something).

I bet the whole volleyball squad has a groupchat and honestly he puts all notifs on mute cus his phone keep goin DING DING DING DI DING ID DID IDKNG DING DIG

Brother: Omg why are you getting so many text messages?

Tsukki: Shut up

if he is online on the gc and he texts it would be simple replies like “Hi” “Okay.” “No.” “Goodbye.” and then he’s gone for another week

every first year is begging on their knees for tsukishima to give the answers or help them out and he obviously says: go do the hw yourselves idiots

besides yamaguchi!!!! again!! cus theyre gay for each other

maybe practices once in awhile with his brother or alone in his backyard but he doesn’t care

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

buys 101817 pounds of toilet paper because everyone else is? but not because of the same reason as asahi. he thinks toilet paper is the cure to corona.

GO STUPID AAAAAAAAA GO CRAZY AAAAAAAAAAA-

probably has a part time job at a grocery store so he still has to go to work 😭 i dont even know how he could have a job in the first place he’s probably always late-

still gamin with noya of course

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM IM PLAYING MINECRAFTT

also buys like all the junk food thats in stock. and since he works at the grocery store he gets a ton of coupons and deals.

texts Kiyoko everyday goodmorning ❤️❤️❤️ and goodnight 😘😘 texts just to be left on read.

“i love it when she ignores me !!!”

scrolls through tiktoks for 1000 hours to pass time

School Is For Losers!!

similar to noya, he thought it was basicaly summer until he realized they were gonna be doing online school. literally had a fit and said he didnt wanna do jack squAt

Laughs so hard when nishinoya somehow kicks the teacher out of the call he’s like laughing so loud and hard he starts crying

all of the sudden has a better view on school

gets excited when he sees nishinoya on the call

makes funny and ugly ass faces when the teacher isn’t looking. everyone laughs and the teacher’s like 🤨

probably uses the green screen effect so he can change hus background (somehow) and accidentally misclicks a file so a girl wit a bikini becomes his background for .5 seconds before changing it to a cursed meme:

doesn’t get half the shit the teacher is talking about

but it’s okay because the half he doesn’t get is the other half noya gets

and the half noya doesnt get is the orher half tanaka gets

they’re two peas in a pod 🥰

until they try explaining it to each other and suddenly get confused?? mental malfunction ¿?

yeah im SMART!!!

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Daichi Sawamura

quite calm about the whole coronavirus

like he knows it is serious and understands how it is spread but he’s still calm about it??

tells everyone to sanitize and wash hands on a regular. and social distancing!!

honestly still wakes up like he does on normal school days and does all his academics just fine.

he even does gym activities (besides volleyball) for 30 minutes to an hour!!!! he be running on that treadmil! getting stronk!

does each subject on his own for 20-40 min each day. he’s really good at self discipline

makes sure sugawara and asahi are up to date on school work and will gladly help.

sadly can’t help the first years (and probably second years) because that info is deep in his brain and basically forgot how to do it after a year or two of not using it.

VERY VERY VERY sad that volleyball nationals are cut off. this is his last year and for it to be??? gone??? just because of some flu?!?! hates it.

he wishes school to go back and still has hope that school will go back to normal in a couple of weeks (even though it’s a slim chance).

asks the teacher questions whenever he has questions. He’s also vv considerate so he’ll ask questions he knows the answer to but asks them for anyone who’s confused ab it/wants to ask but is too shy. (literally i lov daichi sm)

Eats a healthy amount of everything

asks asahi for any updates on corona even though he’s quite up to date himself. he just wanna make sure he didn’t miss anything.

also doesn’t mind being around his family. he’ll do more chores around the house to help his parents out :> he’s literally perfect wtf

def does worry about everyone in the volleyball gc and anyone else he has contact with. Will also email classmates and ask if they’re doing all right. Even away from volleyball he’s a team player ☺️✌️

Is happy for the rest of the day when asahi tells him dogs can’t get corona.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

oaoaiquqhdkoaiaagadjsiwi?

doesn’t know what to believe anymore

keeps in touch with everyone!! always online 24/7 on social media, vball gc, you name it.

Literally everyone is acting so normal why are people so calm am i the only one worrying about this and the worlds future like this year has been really bad so far for not just me but the whole nation actually the entire world honestly like war almost broke out in january and now this corona stuff is really buttering my crissont the wrong way-

Even though tsukishima literally gives No Fucks, yamaguchi is the complete opposite.

like tsukki and yamaguchi call on skype and eVERY TIME yamaguchi starts with ‘how have you been? do you feel sick at all? have you drank enough water today?’ and so on

“What are you even worrying about?”

“Well...what if you get the corona virius?... it can be deadly, you know!! Thousands of people have died from it!!! The fact school is shutting down and people are panicking is making me feel like i should be panicking-“

Tsukki will then snarkily reassure him it’s fine and people their age are the least likely to get it bad.

Yamaguchi will feel a little better afterwords

“Thank you, Tsukki!”

Tsukki will ‘tch’ it off

Even though he gets really good grades he has triuble finding motivation to do any school work?? doing school work in his own home? 😐

His home was kinda a place he can chill whereas school is a place he can be fully focused

but now his home is ALSO school??!!?

Luckily he understands the work, at least.

When he sees tsukishima on the call, too, he instantly says hello.

“Tsukki!! Hey!! 😁”

“Shut up.”

“Gomen, Tsukki.”

Yeah. Even when they aren’t at school, he’s still the same as always.

He takes extra care of his family and always stays in touch with other relatives. Especially grandpa and grandma. THE SECOND he learned elderly people are at more risk you bet your ass he’s calling them making sure they’re okay. He checks up on them everyday now.

He peobably practices volleyball a little, too. He’s more focused on schoolwork though.

Sugawara Koushi

Have you guys ate dinner yet? 🥺

obviously checking up on everyone

he would fail as a mother if he didn’t.

Actually reads in his free time?? He finally has time on his hands to read these books so.... here we are!

Wakes up at a scheduled time everyday (minus weekends. Maybe sleeps for an extra hour or so).

He dresses in pjs rather than actual clothes because he’s not going anywhere with this social distancing thing.

Always tries to lighten the mood when all the students are on the online call. Maybe crack some joke or innocently play around with the effects.

He still pays close attention in class and does quite well on his own. No help from his parents! He can do everything on his own! He a big boi!

Does homework really well, too. Probably does extra work or more work than needed just because it makes him feel good afterwords.

Honestly i can see him cooking in his free time. If he doesnt feel like reading or scrolling mindlessly through his phone, he gonna cook.

Will make the best cookies in the universe.

HAS A HECK OF A SWEET TOOTH. NOT A DAY GOES BY WITHOUT HIM GETTING HIS PRETTY HANDS ON SUM TREAT

Honestly isn’t too good with exercise so he might gain a few pounds or grow the smallest chub 🥺🥺🥺 he would be so cute omfg.

is realy involved with his family!! they play a board/card game every friday night and have the best time.

if he has a dog, cat, or literally any animal you know he’s gona be hanging with them since he has more time.

Still! Playing! Volleyball! I mean by now every boy is practicing at least a little bit. He would probably be in his backyard playing volleyball with his family. Theyy’d set up a net and everythin! They’re all rookies at it but he still cherishes the moments with them.

It’s honestly still practice. Better than nothing

He talks about how his family plays volleyball and everyone is so jealous like 😭😭 makes him more grateful hearing half the volleyball team saying they have to practice alone.

Watching youtube videos of random videos/vines making him giggling.

“Hey, Dachi, look at this video.”

IS A SWEETHEART STFU !!!

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Mum said we have to play outside

Sequel to Mum said it’s my turn on the Switch.

He wants to show Hop around Wyndon.

Going out in public takes preparation, though. When fans see Champion Leon, they rush to him, and they’re not always socially appropriate, either. He does not want to risk exposing Hop to any of the particular touchy ones.

So he’s not wearing his uniform today. Instead, he picks a black sweatshirt and trousers. He can’t keep his hair loose, so he ties it in a bun to hide its length. He can’t wear the crown snapback, so he’ll have to go bare-headed —

Oh, who is he kidding. He picks a different cap — this one white — and puts it on.

He steps into the living room, setting the champion cap on his brother’s head. “Hey. Have you ever been on a monorail?”

It turns out Hop expects the monorail to be just like the train from Wedgehurst. He gasps in surprise when the car rises and the city comes into view below them, and Leon has to laugh.

Hop’s sitting backwards, face almost pressed to the window. Leon is too big for that, so he’s sort of twisted halfway so he can watch the scenery and keep an eye on the digital display. It’s his job to make sure they stay in the safe side of the city, after all.

“Lee?”

“Yeah?”

“You really live here?”

“Hop, we literally just left my flat.”

“But how do you not get lost?”

“Oh, come on! I’m not that hopeless.”

The car passes over the dead-end street that Leon often finds himself in.

“...Charizard usually gets me where I need to go.”

Hop laughs, fogging up the glass.

As the rail goes, Leon points out landmarks. There’s the Hondew Building, there’s Sleet Street, there’s Rose Tower. And there…

“The stadium! That’s the stadium! You battle there, right?”

“Yep!”

“We gotta go see it!”

Leon forces a smile. He knew Hop would be excited to see Wyndon stadium for himself, but he had been hoping he could avoid actually going there. This was supposed to be a day off; he didn’t want to spend it at his workplace.

But Hop is giving him those big pleading eyes…

“Okay. We have to get off in three stops, then. Pay attention or we’ll miss it.”

Three stops later, Hop grabs his hand and pulls him out.

Leon spends the walk thinking about how he wants to play this. The public isn’t allowed to enter the stadium when there’s no match, and he’s not sure he wants to use his position to bend the rules. On the other hand, Hop did come all the way out here, and he should probably get to see something that most fans can’t.

Would bringing him into the locker room be cool enough? He could get to experience what Leon does before a match, sit on the benches, maybe let Wooloo out to chew on things.

But as they enter the stadium, Hop doesn’t ask about any of that. Instead, he heads right into the gift shop.

Why? He has to know that Leon would give him any merch he wanted, if he asked.

Leon follows, curious, until Hop turns around and holds up a hand. “I don’t want you to see this. It’s a secret.”

“...okay, then.”

He stands by the doorway, pretending to look at his phone. Hop disappears behind the racks.

Minutes pass. A staff member comes up and asks if he needs help, but when they recognize him, they apologize and back off.

It’s incredibly awkward, but he supposed that’s just what happens when you’re the older brother of a tween.

“Hey! Give him back!”

That’s Hop’s voice. It strikes Leon like a knife to the chest.

“‘ey,” an older boy’s voice mocks. “Gib ‘im back!”

Leon rushes toward the voices.

He finds them in the back, by a rack of posters. Hop has his fists curled and his face scrunched, like he’s about to cry. There are two teenage boys standing in front of him. One of them is holding a pokeball just out of Hop’s reach.

“You’re the one who dropped the ball, mate. If you want your Wooloo back, you gotta ask nicely.”

“I — I — please, give me back my Pokémon.”

The other boy laughs. “Dude. He looks so much like Leon.”

“He does! Do you think Leon looks like this when he begs?”

“At least Leon can talk right, though. But hey, you’re cute, too, kid.”

Alright, that’s enough.

Leon steps forward, plucking Wooloo’s ball out of the boy’s hand. He hands it to Hop, putting an arm around his shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine…”

“Good.” He turns to the boys, glaring at them. “You two had better go. Now. And don’t come back.”

They stare at him. Leon can pinpoint the moment where they put two and two together and realize that the reason “this kid” looks so much like Leon is because he’s Leon’s little brother.

“Oh shit.”

And they run like hell.

“I’m sorry about that, Hop,” he says. “Most people here are nice, I promise. I’m sorry about the bad ones.”

Hop holds his Wooloo close to his heart. “Thanks for helping me, Lee.”

“Of course! That’s what big brothers are for, right?” He glances at the rack, noting that a couple tubes have been half-pulled out. “Now. You wanted to get something, right? Is it okay if I help you look for it?”

“Yeah… I wanted… I wanted to find a poster for number twenty-one.”

Twenty-one? Who would that be… Raihan is number 241, but if he’s who Hop meant, he would’ve just called him by name. And there aren’t any major leaguers who have two-digit uniform numbers...

“Um… who’s number twenty-one?”

“Soledad. From the minor league.”

“Ah.” Soledad is… a normal-type specialist, if he remembers right. “You’re a fan of her, then?”

“Gloria is.”

“Ooooh.” He wiggles his eyebrows, letting the motion do the teasing.

“Lee!”

“Sorry! You’re so cute.”

With that, he starts searching methodically. The minor league is nowhere near as popular as the majors, but there’s gotta be some merch for them…

As it turns out, there is one singular poster with the number 21 on it. Hop smiles when he finds it, the trouble from earlier seemingly forgotten.

“How much is it?” Leon asks, pulling out his wallet.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna pay for it myself.”

“You have money?”

“Mum gave me some on my birthday.”

Hop’s birthday was months ago. Had he been saving it all this time, for this?

“Alright, I’m impressed. Go buy your friend her present. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

Hop does not ask to walk on the pitch. He’s not even interested in checking out the locker room. Instead, he darts about the lobby, taking deep breaths like the air itself is different. He reads every sign, looks at every screen.

Leon walks behind him, carrying the bag with the poster.

Eventually, his brother returns to his side. “I’m hungry.”

“Hello, Hungry. I’m Leon.”

Hop makes a noise that can only be described as verbal keysmashing.

“Ha! Sorry, sorry! Come on, let’s get something to eat. I know a place. Here, pull up ‘Z-Noodles’ on your phone.”

Z-Noodles is theoretically a fifteen-minute walk from the stadium, but Leon forgot that he has a much longer stride than Hop does. It’s okay. It just gives them more time together.

He keeps his arm around his brother’s shoulders. They don’t talk, but the silence is comfortable. If Leon had to guess, he’d say Hop is looking forward to the meal as much as he is himself.

“Lee?”

“Yeah?”

“Those guys, back in the store…”

“Oh, don’t think about them. They won’t bother you again, got it? Not as long as I’m around.”

“It’s not about that.” Hop’s face is pinched. He wrings his hands. “They were making fun of how I talk.”

“They’re just stupid, Hopscotch. They don’t like seeing anyone happy, so they’ll do whatever they can to pull you down. Don’t let them win.”

“But, Lee… you don’t talk like I talk.”

Leon bites the inside of his cheek. He does not want to explain to Hop about Wyndon’s classism problem; it had been painful enough to grow up around it. Learning the quirks the Wyndon natives had, losing his Postwick accent…

“I mean… I dinnae ken abou’ tha’. It’s all fer show, you know? I turn it on an’ off.”

Hop stares up at him, eyes wide and unblinking.

Then he breaks down laughing.

“Dinnae— dinnae ken! Oh, Lee! Can you imagine talking like that during a match? Nobody would know what you were saying!”

“I guess I’d need you to translate, then!”

Hop is smiling again. That’s all Leon wants, really — all he can ask for. He’d do anything for that smile.

They’re digging into some delicious ramen when Leon asks, “So, did you have fun today?”

“I did! It was lots of fun!”

“I’m glad.” Sluuuurp. “You know, if you lived here, you could see everything. You could come with me every day, and you’d get to do whatever you want.”

Hop looks down at his bowl. “Yeah.”

“I mean… I’m not trying to pressure you. It’s just… I miss you a lot, you know? And we never really have enough time to just… hang out.”

Hop sighs and mumbles something under his breath.

“What?”

“I wish I was Gloria’s brother.”

What.

Leon goes back through everything that’s happened since his family arrived. Has he done something to hurt him? He didn’t mean to. He doesn’t even know what it would be. Or is this something Hop has been thinking about for a while, something that grew out of the years Leon was away?

Or...

“Hop… Is this about those boys picking on you because you look like me? I’m sorry about that—”

But Hop is shaking his head. “No, it’s not that. It’s— actually, I wish Gloria was our sister. That would make everything so much easier.”

“What do you mean?”

“Then I wouldn’t have to choose between you.”

Is… is that how Hop thinks of it? Having to choose between his brother and his best friend, not being able to be there for both of them at once? In that case, it’s clear why he clings to Gloria. She’s a small girl with no family besides her mum, and she’s not even a trainer. There’s no way she can compete with Galar’s undefeated, beloved champion.

Hop must pity her.

“Hey,” Leon says, reaching over and taking Hop’s hands in his own. (Hop is so small, so delicate.) “You’re not choosing between us. You have us both. I’m going to be your brother no matter what. And I’m sure… I’m sure that Gloria will always be your friend, no matter what. It might be hard to keep up with both of us, but you can do it. I know you can.”

There. There’s that smile again. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” He squeezes Hop’s hands, then lets him go.

“But, you know, Lee…”

“Yeah?”

“If you endorsed us both for the gym challenge, then me and Gloria could come to Wyndon together.”

Leon laughs, ruffling his brother’s hair. “I’ll consider it. Now, finish your food. There’s so much more I want to show you.”

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