#just upset knowing how good we could have had it....!!

[snowyh2o]

Just a random thought about how Alastor and Vox must’ve been really good friends before everything fell apart. Because Alastor knows how to make a video ad, he knows how to set things up for a movie/video shoot, things that had nothing to do with his medium, that he probably learned how to do because of Vox, because he was willing to try and learn from or for Vox. And Vox literally welcomes Alastor back home when he finds out he’s returned, has literally counted the years Alastor’s been missing when no one else seemed to know, and fashioned his clothing style to match Alastor’s (assuming it’s not just a case of everyone gets a pinstripe suit!), uses the same techniques Alastor taught Charlie about how smiling can be a tool to keep you ahead of the game.

And how it all fell apart and it wasn’t just Vox that was hurt in the process. Because you can’t tell me the man who hates TVs and modern tech due to its association with Vox doesn’t feel anything for what friendship they had and lost. Who snarls at the mere sight of him on a screen (admittedly while also dissing Alastor), who went straight back to his radio tower to diss Vox right back (and absolutely crush him lol), before threatening him against taking action, privately, twice. Alastor’s just better at hiding how much it’s affected him, and doesn’t let the bitterness of what used to be consume his every waking thought.

And maybe that’s the difference between how they view their old relationship and how the fandom seems to view it. Alastor’s upset about it, sure. He’s bitter now about Vox and everything Vox represents because he’s a past friendship that failed, but he’s also moved on with his life. Vox hasn’t. Vox still obsesses over Alastor, in the way he dresses, the way he talks, how he presents himself. It’s all reminiscent of Alastor. And when he finds out Alastor’s returned, the first thing he does is draw attention to how Alastor’s back! Talk in a roundabout way about how much he’s missed him! Has wondered where he’s been? Sends a spy into the hotel to, well, spy on Alastor! And when that doesn’t work, Vox continues to stalk Alastor through his drones instead. (And then gets off on seeing Alastor get beat up.)

Vox very much has not moved on from whatever friendship they’d had before. He hasn’t moved on from Alastor. (Or from his heavily implied obsessive crush).

We don’t know what happened between them, aside that it’s complicated and sad, that they were friends, and now they’re very much not, and that maybe part of the reason why is because Alastor rejected Vox’s request to join his team (upend his entire life to partner with Vox, assuming Alastor always worked solo and what the Vees currently have is what Vox had wanted with Alastor with his request). We can assume maybe part of why they fell apart was because Vox wanted something more from his relationship with Alastor, something Alastor could not and did not want to give him. Or maybe they just grew apart, grew distant. Vox constantly upgrading and changing and keeping up with the newest trends, chasing whatever new Thing that’ll keep him relevant, while Alastor remained set in his ways because he’s not looking for the approval of the masses.

Anyways, all this to say: when I, and I assume most other OneWayBroadcast fans talk about one-sided radiostatic, it is specifically about how Vox has a one-sided romantic/sexual attraction/crush on Alastor, that Alastor does not return, that has now turned into a one-sided obsession over Alastor. Not that their entire friendship was completely one-sided. I think saying that Vox was the only one who was ever invested in their relationship is a rather bad faith interpretation of Alastor’s character, but also does not do their relationship justice at all. It minimizes Vox’s responsibility in the fallout of their friendship, and puts the blame only on Alastor. It takes away all the juicy complexities of Vox’s character, how he’s bad person who’s done and is doing bad things, and paints him as an innocent victim to “Alastor’s manipulation”.

That’s not to say Alastor was completely innocent in the fallout either. But I hear a lot more about how the fandom woobifies Vox in their relationship than I do Alastor.

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #Vox #vox hazbin hotel #Alastor analysis #Alastor meta #hazbin hotel analysis #hazbin hotel meta #radiostatic #onesided radiostatic #onewaybroadcast #<- tagging those because it’s mentioned though the post isn’t about the ship #Aroace alastor #aromantic alastor #asexual Alastor #<- mentioned #am I vagueing something I saw in the Aroace Alastor tag? maybe #but this is something I’ve seen and heard from other people elsewhere #about how only Vox cared and Alastor was just ‘manipulating’ him #and other bad faith interpretations of Alastor’s character #I’m sorry if someone moving on from past relationships makes them an irredeemable monster to you #but Vox’s feelings are not Alastor’s responsibility #it’s on Vox and Vox alone to deal with it #that he’s chosen to obsess over it instead of moving on and getting together with Val #is alllllll Vox

[inkyray]

neighbor!chris x reader part 7

a/n; not text messages yet yall we're getting there, part 6 here

You

You watched him approach you, an expression on his face that told you everything you needed to know. He had forgotten about you, and remembered too late. That was your given conclusion the moment you saw him clutter onto the beach.

When you first went in the water, got carried away for half an hour in the water and came out, expecting him to be there, you didn't find him. You checked your phone to make sure if he had sent a message or something, he hadn't even opened your previous message asking if he was there. Hurt pooled up in your stomach, but a part of you wanted to reassure itself for the better. I threw your phone back to its spot on the towel-covered sand, your emotions quickly replacing itself with anger, and you went for another dive in the ocean.

Now you dried your legs, looking back onto your body as if you truly cared about getting yourself dry as Chris marched toward you. "Hey!" He jogged over, a nervous look on his face as he calculated your mood. "I know I'm late but we can still make time for—"

"I'm surprised you showed up at all." You interrupt, your tongue bittersweet in your mouth. "I was gonna come–I swear–but I just got so caught up with everything." Chris winces, knowing he'd have to try harder than that. You scan him up and down, he looked normal, like every other day he'd pass by your house or stalk past your window. "I'm sure you were, Chris." You sigh, slipping on your clothes over your bathing suit. You don't bother hiding the fact you were upset, but at the same time, you didn't quite show it. It drove him nuts.

"I'm sorry, I came as soon as I could–"

"Did you though?" You wonder out loud, getting ready to leave as he stood there, watching you. "This was the first time we actually wanted to hang out together, just want to point that out." You laugh a little.

You hear him ramble in your ear, and in all honesty, you tune him out, walking past him as he follows you behind like a dog. He gave every excuse he could think of, but truly, you hadn't heard a single word. "Look, Chris." You turn to face him after he trails behind you a little longer. "It's okay. I forgive you." You forgave him, shit happens, but that doesn't mean you weren't still salty about it.

"Really?" His eyes widened, like he didn't take you for the kind of girl to forgive so fast.  You nod. "Yeah." But nothing in your tone seemed sincere, negative feelings started to erupt in Chris's stomach, and he couldn't quite decipher what they were. You watched him gulp.

"How about we come again? Tomorrow? This time we'll both be free with no work and, this time I could pick you up instead— Take you there myself." He plans out loud, and you audibly sigh. "I have work tomorrow, how about just take me home instead? That's all I want."

And that's what he did.

He took you to Matt's car, and you sat in the passenger seat as they drove you home in silence. Chris sat in the back with Nick as he kept glancing back at you, trying to make something out of your expression. You had a good poker face.

Nick kept studying the atmosphere of the energy that had appeared the moment you two had entered, and immediately knew there was negative tension. He gave Matt a look from the rear mirror, and they shared an understanding. Something was wrong.

You weren't dumb, you were aware that Chris kept bouncing his leg behind you in nervousness, you knew that he kept looking at you and burning holes into your skin, so did his brother that accompanied him in the back. Thankfully, they didn't decide to ask a single thing, keeping the talk small, short, and sweet. You had gotten close to all of them since you moved, but you knew you'd still have to go a long way before they were fully loose around you.

"Were the waves bad today? I've been wanting to go to the beaches here but never came around to doing it." Matt randomly asks as he makes a left. He really just wanted to squash down the awkward silence with anything, and Nick mentally applauded him for it. You took the hint and responded.

"They were huge, I almost drowned today but I thugged it out." You laugh at the memory that was only a few minutes ago, thankfully you were a strong swimmer. They took note of your light-hearted attempt at humor and ran with it, the attempt working completely. "Really? I thought the waves here were like, calm as fuck." Nick stated.

"I wouldn't know," You run a hand through your dampened sea-salted hair. "It was my first time going to the beaches here."

"We're actually still yet to go to them, a whale washed up on shore a few months ago and that kind of scared us off." Nick openly laughed at the irony of the reason, and you chuckled with him.

The rest of the car ride was dreadful for Chris, you engaged with all of his brothers in a conversation but him. He could help but feel bad—and jealous. He knew he had brought it on to himself, and he'd need to find a way to make it up, fast.

But now, he'd have to face a really loud conversation with his brothers, who decided to corner him as soon as they made it home.

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[finniestoncrane]

please please consider: knifeplay with Hancock

Hancock x GN!Reader, word count: 800 anon you have tapped into my desire for violence and reminded me of that moment i first fell in love with this rotten little bean ☢️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: threats, knives, knife play, cnc elements, he talks a big game but this softie would never hurt you

"Quit it!"

You knocked the inhaler out of Hancock's hands, turning from him as he watched it tumble to the floor in dismay.

"Hey! Watch it, princess."

"You watch it, Mr Mayor. That's mine, not yours."

He furrowed his brow, deep, black eyes narrowing with it.

"You're awfully bold around me."

"Yeah... why wouldn't I be?"

Hancock was suddenly hit by the realisation that he'd spent so long around you, opening up to you, loving you that you no longer saw him as the threat he felt he was. Did anyone, anymore? He'd set aside his mayoral duties, and he'd been so busy helping you in this settlement that neither of you had done anything particularly bloodthirsty as of late. Maybe he was going soft. But he was damned if he was going to let you walk all over him.

"Because... I'm a very dangerous guy."

The sincerity in his voice made you snort, a short, mean spirited laugh that you immediately regretted as you turned to him and saw the disappointment in his face.

"Sorry, Hancock... but it's hard to see that now. It's not a bad thing! You're sweet, and kind, and you've got a strong moral compass. But you're undeniably quite a gentle guy."

"Are you nuts? You didn't see me in my heyday, but I ran Good Neighbour with an iron fist. No one stepped out of line, and no one stepped out of line."

Standing in front of him, you reached for the sleeve of his red coat, tugging at it playfully, flirtatiously, as you offered up your counterpoint.

"Yeah... but you were also benevolent, welcomed anyone, and made it a safe place for people who didn't have one. And I imagine a lot of those people respected you, fell for your charms like I did. That's probably why they cause any upset. They just didn't want to disappoint you."

You had turned from him again, hoping to end the silly argument by returning to the shelves you were stocking with supplies. Hancock's mouth was open in shock, and he wetted his lips before he calmed himself, speaking his rebuttal slowly, softly.

"I think you're forgetting how we met."

The memory flitted across your mind. That man, his name forgotten completely, stopped from killing you by Hancock. Quick with his decisions, quicker with a knife. In all fairness, he had you there. It was quite a display he had put on.

Turning to him, you were caught by surprise by his presence right there in front of you, having silently crept up behind you while you were deep in thought. In his hand he held his knife, the same knife you had just been fondly remembering, and had you moved an inch or two closer to him, the point would have been imbedded into your body.

"Hancock, I-"

"Step back to the wall, I think we need to go over a few things."

You did as you were told, immediately recognising the playful glint in his eyes. But there was something deeper, something that pushed aside your knowledge of his softer demeanour and tried to warn you to stay on your toes. The excitement of it made you squirm.

"Now... I might be soft with you, but don't ever let that lull you into a false sense of security..."

Hancock's fingers twitched around the handle of the blade as he brought it to your shoulders, scratching the skin, digging in enough for you to feel it, but not enough to mark you or to draw blood. No, this was just a threat. A generous first strike.

"I could bury this knife up to the hilt, 'cause I know that's how you like it."

A tight coil formed in your stomach, body tingling in anticipation, a twisted desire for him to plunge the blade in, to penetrate your body with it.

"I'll take what I want from you, princess. Chems, caps, your body. I'll fuck every hole you have, wear them out, until I have to make new ones. Understand?"

You nodded, biting your inner cheek, suppressing a moan as your clit throbbed.

"Good! Glad to know you understand."

His grin was still pressed onto his scarred lips as he plunged the knife into the wall beside your head, a quick, sharp, loud gesture that made you jump.

"Oh, you're not off the hook yet, angel."

He was smiling, back to his usual self, that softness returning slowly to his face before a sharp glimmer of cruelty passed over him once more, stopping you from moving away from the wall.

"It's just that I need both hands for what I'm going to do next."

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[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Twenty-One

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Twenty-One: Adventures in London

Summary: Kusuke uses Saiki's one weakness against him: (Y/N).

            “Kusuo, come to my research lab,” said Kusuke, smiling at Saiki. “I want to show you something.”

            After being dragged around London and losing the pieces of his receiver (because of his father, unsurprisingly), Saiki finally had his dampener fixed and could control himself and his abilities once more. Unfortunately, Kusuke’s mind still couldn’t be read due to the new device he’d created (which was frustrating for Saiki since his brother was always cooking up some new scheme).

            “Why can’t we go with you?” asked Mr. Saiki.

            “I want to see where you spend your days,” said Mrs. Saiki.

            “You can enjoy London by yourselves now,” said Kusuke. “I got you a reservation at a restaurant with great roast beef.”

            Mr. Saiki looked away nervously and addressed his wife. “Do you want to go on a date? I wouldn’t mind.”

            “Me? I wouldn’t mind, either,” said Mrs. Saiki shyly.

            “This isn’t your first date.”

            Still, Kusuke’s suggestion won, and Mr. and Mrs. Saiki disappeared for a nice date in London. That left Saiki and Kusuke together.

            “Those two never change,” said Kusuke as he started leading Saiki into the city.

            “What is your intention?” questioned Saiki instantly. “I have no interest in your lab.”

            “Let’s play rock-paper-scissors,” said Kusuke instead.

            “Don’t ignore me,” said Saiki.

            “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” said Kusuke. He played scissors, which lost against Saiki’s rock. “I lost,” said Kusuke, an awkward smile on his face.

            “Are you happy now? I’m going,” said Kusuo, turning to head away.

            “My record against you is zero wins and 725 losses now,” said Kusuke. “Your winning percentage is the lowest when you play rock. Well, I guess that’s because I chose to play scissors only 104 times. I have lost the word games thirty-1 times. I have also lost shogi fifty-nine times, chess ten times, and video games 189 times. I have also lost mah-jongg four times and the memory game seven times.”

            If (Y/N) was here, they’d comment on his obsession. That thought lightened Saiki’s mood.

            “There are others, too. Altogether, how many times have I lose against you?” continued Kusuke. “My total record against you is zero wins and 4,254 losses.”

            (Y/N) would call this creepy, decided Saiki fondly. Still, what is he scheming this time?

            “Hey, Kusuo, will you teleport us to this address and room?” asked Kusuke, holding out a paper.

            Saiki narrowed his eyes. “No.”

            “I’ll tell Mom and Dad if you don’t,” said Kusuke, smiling. “Don’t you want them to have a good time and know we’re having a good time?’

            Weaponizing Mom being upset at us. What a dirty trick, thought Saiki. “Whatever.” He took the paper, Kusuke put his hand on Saiki’s shoulder, and the pair disappeared and reappeared.

            “Wow, teleportation really is amazing,” said Kusuke.

            “Where are we? A hotel room? Are we in London—” His eyes widened in alarm as his heightened senses heard voices in the next room over—all very familiar. “That can’t be. I must have misheard.” A sweat drop appeared behind his head.

            “Did you figure it out already? Correct!” said Kusuke. He grinned creepily. “They are in the next room.”

            In the next room over, Nendou leaned out the window. “Wow, runt, pinky, look at this! The buildings look like drawings!”

            “Why did we have to come here for a surprise?” wondered Kaidou.

            “It’s for Kusuo,” said (Y/N). “But I’m just hoping he feels well. He wasn’t in school because he was sick…” They knew the real reason, but their concern was immense either way.

            In the other room, Saiki glared at Kusuke. “Why are they here!?”

            He was torn between annoyance and suspicion. Not only were Nendou and Kaidou troublesome at the best of times (though he was friends with them even if he would never admit it), but Saiki hadn’t expected Kusuke to involve (Y/N), and yet there they were, still worried about him. Saiki didn’t want Kusuke to pull (Y/N) into any of his schemes, and that irritated him immensely. (Still, the inkling of relief to have a person he cared about so deeply there with him still made an appearance).

            “I summoned them,” said Kusuke, smiling innocently. “I called them a day before your arrival. I asked them to come to London to surprise you. I sent them plane tickets.”

            “You’re kidding, they wouldn’t have—” Saiki interrupted himself. “Well, they—” Nendou and Kaidou, dumb as they were at times “—would. But (Y/N) should’ve known better.”

            “Really? They were the most worried about you.” Kusuke grinned. “ ‘Is Kusuo alright?’ They really seem to care.”

            Saiki glared at Kusuke. The last thing he needed was his brother figuring out anything about his feelings and interfering in his (nonexistent) love life.

            “Why did you bring them here?” demanded Saiki.

            “Let’s play a game, Kusuo,” said Kusuke.

            “A game?” Saiki curled one hand into a fist and punched it into the other.

            Not intimidated, Kusuke continued, “Let’s play tag in London.”

            “…What?” Saiki deadpanned even more than normal.

            “I lost rock-paper-scissors. I will be it,” said Kusuke. “The time limit is three hours. As long as you don’t leave London, you can take buses, taxis, or subways. Well, sounds like fun, right?”

            “What is the point? London is larger than the twenty-three wards of Tokyo,” said Saiki.

            “You will play with Kaidou and Nendou as well as (L/N) so that you can’t use your powers,” said Kusuke.

            “I don’t want to play,” said Saiki.

            “You don’t care what happens to those three? With one signal, I can make those two explore London and return to Japan,” said Kusuke.

            “(Y/N) would want to see me,” said Saiki. “They wouldn’t go along with it.”

            “If you win, I’ll treat you to afternoon tea in this hotel,” said Kusuke, knowing Saiki’s sweet tooth was his biggest weakness. Or, almost.

            “…What happens if you win?” said Saiki. He really wanted afternoon tea and the confections that came with it, but first he needed to understand Kusuke’s angle on top of just getting a win on the board.

            Kusuke smiled brightly. “If I win, I’ll tell (L/N) you have a crush on them.”

            Saiki’s jaw dropped open. What a brutal blow from Kusuke.

            “Did you think it was hidden? It’s obvious,” said Kusuke, waving a hand. “As soon as they said your first name and mentioned your receiver, I knew you were open with them. The pieces were simple to put together.” He grinned. “So, what do you say?”

            “We’re playing tag.” Saiki could not let Kusuke win—not if he wanted sweets and for his feelings to remain hidden. He wasn’t ready to admit anything, and he wouldn’t let Kusuke of all people do it for him.

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            Saiki and Kusuke opened the door to the room (Y/N), Kaidou, and Nendou had been stuck in.

            “Hey, pal!” cried Nendou excitedly.

            “Did we surprise you?” said Kaidou, grinning. “We’re in London.”

            “How are you feeling, Saiki?” asked (Y/N), frowning.

            “I’m fine,” said Saiki, nodding and pointing to the repaired receiver.

            (Y/N) visibly relaxed and smiled. “I’m glad.”

            “Now come on, we have to get going,” said Saiki.

            “Huh?” said (Y/N), tilting their head.

            “We’re playing tag,” said Kusuke with a wide grin.

            “Tag?” asked (Y/N), Kaidou, and Nendou.

            “I will be it, and Kusuo will hide. You three need to help him,” said Kusuke.

            “What about the surprise?” asked Kaidou in confusion.

            “He was surprised! We did it!” said Kusuke.

            “That was it?” said Kaidou.

            Knowing Saiki wouldn’t get involved with this of his own volition, (Y/N) looked at him. “You got bribed with sweets, didn’t you, Kusuo?”

            “Afternoon tea,” admitted Saiki.

            (Y/N) chuckled but smiled. “Alright, I’ll help. What are the rules?”

            “The time limit is three hours,” said Kusuke. “You can go anywhere within the borders of London. You can take buses, taxis, and subways. Get ready, start!” He pressed the start of a timer. “I will begin searching in thirty minutes. Run!”

            “Let’s go,” said Saiki, immediately grabbing (Y/N)’s wrist and hurrying to the street below.

            “What is this, Saiki? I don’t understand,” said Kaidou.

            Saiki took a map from a stand and glanced over it. “I’m sorry to involve you, but just shut up and follow me. This is a serious game.” Too much was on the line to mess around (sweets and his feelings).

            “Don’t worry, Kusuo, we have your back,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “Isn’t this too easy? London is larger than Tokyo’s twenty-third ward,” said Kaidou.

            “There are cameras in the subway like on the street,” mused Saiki, focused on the game. “Well, we could put some distance between us.” He led them down towards the underground.

            “Your brother probably has a trick up his sleeve, doesn’t he?” said (Y/N).

            Saiki nodded (he actually responded to them).

            Sure enough, as they reached the bottom of the stairs, the shutter was down. The sign read “Tube Strike” in English.

            “Yare yare. There it is,” said Saiki.

            “He knew that the subways would be closed, which would make the lines for buses long,” said (Y/N). “Wow. He’s a genius.”

            “Don’t praise him, he’s as weird as everyone else in my family,” said Saiki.

            “We need to move fast!” said Kaidou, panicking. “He’ll be coming soon.”

            If he’s watching us, I’ll watch him. Saiki crossed his eyes. Clairvoyance. He saw his brother on a hang glider. He’s coming this way. He’s close. He can reach this place in five minutes.

            “What should we do?” said Nendou.

            “There!” said (Y/N), pointing. “Bikes for rent.”

            “Good idea.” Another reason Saiki liked (Y/N): they were actually helpful in these situations.

            “But there are only three, and there are four of us,” said Kaidou worriedly.

            “I can stand on the spokes on the back of one. I’ve done it a ton with Mera,” said (Y/N).

            Saiki pulled out a bike. “Get on.”

            “Are you su—”

            “We don’t have time.”

            Saiki didn’t want to admit this was nerve-wracking since he wasn’t a fan of touch usually, but he was choosing this. And it was (Y/N). He was comfortable with them. Of course, he also just didn’t want them to be so close to someone else, and with the other idiots with them, Saiki only trusted himself to keep them safe from Kusuke (not that there was really any danger, but Saiki had to justify this to himself without just getting to the point that he had a crush on (Y/N) and wanted to be close).

            “Alright,” said (Y/N), getting onto the back and holding onto Saiki’s shoulders as he began pedaling.

            Their cheeks warmed as they held onto him, and they fought to remain composed and focused. Their feelings were strong, but that didn’t mean they could lose focus and mess this up for Saiki. That would ruin any of (Y/N)’s chances to be close with Saiki.

            On his part, Saiki kept a straight face as usual, but he kept his eyes carefully ahead instead of glancing at (Y/N)’s hands on him. They were warm even through his clothes, and his heartbeat quickened as their proximity.

            Still, they all managed to remain focused on the task at hand and turned through a few streets and alleys to escape Kusuke. The bicycles were working. Unfortunately, not everyone riding them was working. Kaidou’s terrible stamina caught up, and he collapsed to the side.

            “Let’s take a break,” he gasped.

            “We’ve been biking for fifteen minutes,” said Saiki. “But we did try to avoid cameras. We should be alright. If we move around too much, he’ll detect our location. Perhaps we should’ve move location.”

            “That’s what you think!”

            From above, Kusuke dropped in with a motorcycle. Saiki and (Y/N) threw themselves out of the way.

            “Seriously?! Why is he here?!” cried Kaidou.

            “Are you alright?” asked Saiki, helping (Y/N) stand, and they nodded.

            “So cool!” said Nendou.

            “This isn’t the time for that!” cried Kaidou.

            (Y/N) and Saiki jumped back onto their bicycle, and all four sped out of the alley with Kusuke on their heels.

            “How did he find us?!” said (Y/N) over the rush of wind. “We avoided cameras!”

            “Maybe he has psychic powers,” joked Nendou.

            “It would run in the family,” said (Y/N) quietly, chuckling.

            “If he did, that would be terrible,” said Saiki. Luckily, his brother was just a genius, not a psychic.

            “Does he have a tracking device?” said Kaidou, giving a much more plausible idea.

            Saiki’s eyes widened. “My control device.”

            “He put a tracking device in it,” groaned (Y/N).

            “That jerk.” Saiki looked back, his eyes glowed, and a piece of Kusuke’s motorcycle broke to stop him in his tracks. He biked on, leaving his brother behind.

            They only stopped once they reached a giant department store, and Saiki led them in to try to lose Kusuke in the crowds.

            “As long as he knows our location, this is better than walking around,” said Saiki. “We need to avoid standing out.”

            (Y/N) coughed to avoid laughing. “Good luck with that.”

            Nendou was already driving a tiny kid toy car around the store, and Kaidou was examining all of the gaming equipment.

            “We have an announcement,” said the PA system, except it spoke with Kusuke’s voice. He was up to something again.

            “That voice?”

            “Uh-oh, he’s trying another tactic,” said (Y/N).

            “Please look for three young Japanese teenagers,” said Kusuke. “One has pink hair and has climbed Big Ben. Another has (H/C) hair and dressed up as a Grenadier Guard. A third is a bad child with shifty eyes who calls football ‘soccer.’ Another is a serial killer gorilla.”

            “Is the gorilla Nendou?” said (Y/N), not really fazed by the strangeness of Kusuke’s strategy. They had heard stranger things.

            “Definitely,” said Saiki.

            “It’s them!” cried an English man, pointing at the group. “Get them!”

            Instantly, a crowd converged on them, and they took off running. Saiki led them into a bathroom and a stall. People began to bang on the door, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. They were pinned, and with the tracking device and the crowd, Kusuke would find them in an instant.

            “Okay, everyone, don’t worry,” said Kusuke’s voice in the bathroom.

            “He’s almost here!” whispered (Y/N) urgently.

            “That was a false announcement,” said Kusuke.

            “Oh, really?” murmured the crowd, slowly dispersing.

            “Up,” whispered (Y/N) to Saiki.

            He looked at them, and (Y/N) pointed up.

            “Up,” they repeated.

            Saiki’s eyes widened as he got the message, and he mentally thanked the world for giving him a friend like (Y/N). For all the trouble they got into and their air-headedness, they came through at all the rights moments.

            Saiki teleported them all a floor up. There was no change in the layout of the bathroom, so Kaidou and Nendou didn’t notice. Best of all, though? Kusuke’s tracker wouldn’t see the change in elevation. He would open the door of the stall below and find nothing.

            “Time’s up,” said Saiki.

            Kusuke had lost once more.

            “We won!” cheered Nendou.

            “Now do we get to really explore London?” said Kaidou excitedly.

            “Do whatever you want,” said Saiki. He opened the stall door and walked out. He had a prize to collect. “(Y/N), do you want to come to tea with me?” Kaidou and Nendou might tail after him, but what mattered was if (Y/N) came or not. They made any additional company so much more bearable.

            (Y/N) grinned. “Of course!”

            Saiki’s hearts warmed at their brightness.

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            “So are Kusuo and Saiki always like that?” asked (Y/N), taking a sip of their tea and looking at Mr. and Mrs. Saiki.

            Saiki himself was glad that (Y/N) used his first name now since if they called him and Kusuke the same thing, he’d just get frustrated to be lumped in with him.

            Mrs. Saiki laughed. “Oh, yes, since they were small. They’re always competing. It’s so cute.”

            “Troublesome is more like it,” said Saiki. “He never stops challenging me.”

            “They’re brothers. Brothers are like that,” said Mr. Saiki.

            “No, he’s just a nuisance.”

            (Y/N) chuckled. “Well, it was kind of fun. I mean, I don’t have siblings of my own to compete with, so running around with Kaidou and Nendou and Kusuo was a real adventure.”

            Saiki looked at them and their shy smile. Okay, fine. So maybe the entire situation hadn’t been that bad since he got to spend time with them and it made them happy. Saiki would never admit it out loud, but he was thankful that Kusuke’s endless competitiveness led to more bonding with (Y/N) and their joy.

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            “Morning, Kusuo! Where are your parents?” asked (Y/N).

            “On another date,” said Saiki. It was the following day, and there was still time until they were scheduled to return to Japan, so his parents were taking advantage of the time.

            “That’s cute,” said (Y/N), smiling. They liked how in-love Saiki’s parents were. It was how married couples should be.

            “Where are Nendou and Kaidou?” asked Saiki.

            “They went back to the department store to buy souvenirs,” said (Y/N).

            “Of course they did,” said Saiki.

            “Do you have anything you want to do?” asked (Y/N).

            “Not particularly,” said Saiki.

            “Well, I was thinking of going for a walk to find a bookstore and then head to a café to read,” said (Y/N). They shifted nervously. “Do you want to go together?”

            “Yes.” The answer was instant, unusual for Saiki.

            (Y/N) brightened. “Really?”

            Saiki nodded.

            “Awesome,” said (Y/N), grinning ear-to-ear.

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            Soon enough, Saiki and (Y/N) ended up in a bookstore off the trodden main roads of London. It was quaint and lovely, quiet and private.

            “They have so many books,” said (Y/N), looking at each excitedly.

            “Can you read English?” asked Saiki.

            “Not perfectly, but I’m trying to improve,” said (Y/N), laughing sheepishly. “That’s why I’m trying to find a book that interests me. Then I can improve my vocabulary outside of just what school assigns.”

            Saiki nodded, understanding. “How about this one?” He handed over a book.

            “Pride…and…Prej-Prejudiice,” said (Y/N), trying to sound out the words. They brightened. “Oh, I’ve seen the movie for this. I love it!”

            “What type of story is it?” asked Saiki.

            “A romance between a headstrong woman and a man who doesn’t know how to show his feelings,” said (Y/N). “It’s so cute.”

            “Would you watch the movie again with me? Maybe over break?” said Saiki, daring to ask (Y/N) for a private moment with them that wasn’t their usual homework or cooking. This was something more akin to what many considered a date. It was a risk to ask, but Saiki wanted to be closer to (Y/N). He wanted to show that he cared.

            (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed, and their smile softened. “I’d love to, Kusuo, but are you sure you want to interrupt your time alone?”

            “I don’t mind spending time with someone when it’s you,” said Saiki. “You’re my…you’re my best friend.” He avoided eye-contact, unused to his own honesty.

            (Y/N)’s heart nearly burst, and, overwhelmed with their own emotions, they dared to reach out and touch Saiki’s hand. “I’m glad you like spending time with me, Kuso. I really like i. You’re my…well, you’re my best friend, too.”

            Saiki looked down at the hand touching his own, and he let himself take their hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Neither had spoken the complete truth of their feelings, but it was enough. They both cared about the other. That was all their hearts needed to know for now.

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"Colin should have grovelled more!" "Penelope folded too easily"

I think statements like this typically come from people who like Penelope. . .but don't really understand her. And don't really understand just why she cares for Colin, and just why him groveling would not in any way bring her peace.

Penelope and Colin are kindred spirits in their loneliness, in season 3 more than any others. Penelope had lost her friendship with Eloise, and Colin didn't really have a close friend circle to begin with. Except with Pen. Pen was the person he could put the mask down for, could open up to, (in particular with their 'dreams' discussion) and that's why he couldn't even entertain the idea of giving up talking to her in Season 2. She is a vital part of his life, and holds so much significance and importance to him.

I imagine that's what made their silence over his travels especially painful for him. They spent such a long time talking after Season 1, and he even informs her that her letters were so encouraging, that it helped him heal something inside of himself. That if she could see him in a gentle way. . .so could he. (And he repays this, because he is honest to god out here acting and looking at her like she hung the moon in the sky). But without her presence in his life, he spiraled. Didn't feel confident in being who he is, and thus put on his persona more firmly. We know this because he wrote in his journal that "I want to be less needy, less insecure, while still maintaining the core of my vulnerability that makes me who I am". That he misses his family, that he misses home.

And we know, from the books, that Home? Home is Penelope. Penelope is his North Star, is his guiding force, and who I argue he feels he needs. In his very first scene, he looks toward her house, tries to find her in the window. When he does not, he returns to his family. In the outdoor gathering, he looks for her and finds her, eager to talk. He states aloud that he misses her, and I imagine he wrote it, too. Not hearing back from her over the course of his travels was surely something that hurt him, but he doesn't hold any ill will toward her for it, only wants to reconnect again. In fact, the one and only time he brings up how he misses her and that she didn't respond, she makes very clear the reason why: she heard what he said and it hurt her. And he's ashamed of it.

Colin hears her call him cruel, and instead of ruffling his feathers about it, instead of getting upset, instead of having a chip on his shoulder as I feel so many men would about it. . .he understands why she does so.

Penelope is a woman who has been largely treated poorly in her society. She feels unheard, she feels undesired, and in her circumstances, and I can't help but ask myself. . .has anyone ever truly apologized to Penelope for hurting her, before? Her mother? Her sisters? Eloise, likely, but. . .anyone else? And the way Colin did? Because of all the characters in the show, Colin? Colin knows how to apologize. He has a lot of practice in it. And very importantly: Colin, a man of privilege in his society, apologizes. . .predominately to women. To Marina, to his mother, and multiple times to Penelope.

Ultimately, Penelope wants to be heard, Penelope wants to be understood, Penelope wants to feel desired.

And Colin checks every single one of those boxes. He informs he is not who he was before, and then he proves it to her. He hears that he hurt her, and he comments on it directly. An entire night apart, and he comes back to her 'Because I embarrass you' with 'I am most certainly not ashamed of you', replies to her 'I am a laughingstock' with 'you are clever, and warm, and I am proud to call you my good friend'. He hears her proclaim her own insecurities, and empathizes so deeply with her. He listens. He understands. He makes clear that he cares for her, and that she *is* desired. 'You lift my spirits' 'I seek you out at every social assembly'. That she helps him see the world in ways he loves, that he sees HER and how much she has cared for HIM, that she makes him feel appreciated, that he appreciates her, in turn.

And then? Then? He shows her. He tells her, and he shows her. His actions all throughout Season 3 reinforce this apology. He continues looking for her in every corner of every ballroom, he continues complimenting her, he laughs at her jokes and respects her boundaries, he is ever so gentle with her, he listens to her with an attentiveness that no one else has ever given her. To Lady Whistledown? Sure. But to Penelope? Who else in the entirety of that ton has listened to Penelope the way Colin has?

Absolutely no one.

Penelope Featherington ghosts Colin Bridgerton for months with no explanation, and Colin comes back wanting to reach out to her, and she finally tells him why.

And he apologizes. Because he listens. Really, truly listens. And really truly cares.

I need you to understand how rare that is, even nowadays, but especially back then. That Colin is the kind of man who can put his hurt to the side and realize he made a mistake, that he said something callous, and he adores her, and he can't lose her, and he has to see her and make it right.

Because that's why Penelope fell for Colin. Not because he's beautiful, not for his charm, not for his family. But for his heart. Because he shows her kindness in a world that so often disregards her. Because he seeks her out and tries to understand her, truly hears what she has to say and compliments her, says he's sorry and looks at things from her perspective.

Because he saw her when she was invisible.

Penelope Featherington, who grew up in a house that made cruel jabs at her, has Colin Bridgerton come to her and say he regrets what he said, and that he was wrong, and that he understands why she's mad at him. Penelope Featherington who has so rarely had much of anyone tell her that they're sorry for what they said about her, sits before Colin Bridgerton as he professes how much she means to him. That he cannot even spend a full day away from her knowing they're on bad terms with each other without making it right. That he sees how she is hurting and he has to in any way he can amend it. She is lonely, with no one really in her corner at the start of season 3, and she feels like she lost it all, and Colin comes to her and says 'no, I'm here and I appreciate you and you are special to me, please let me in and let me prove it'. Is it any wonder why after she shakes his hand, she stands in the sun, and she feels the warmth of it, she can smile? That she can breathe, again? That she can be truly content for the first time in the season?

Because Penelope Featherington does not want Colin to beg. She knows him. She knows the tender, full heart he hides behind the new cavalier persona. She knows the soft underbelly of Colin Bridgerton.

He never had to grovel. All he had to do was love her. Assuredly. Fervently. Loudly. Unapologetically.

And he does.

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The Shadowsinger: Fifteen

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. Sexual themes, slight misogyny/baiting, ACOTAR series spoilers. If I forgot anything, please let me know!

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Cassian is upset after you ditched training with him for Azriel.

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Azriel wanted to stay the night. Wanted to devour you in every way possible. But he knew once he got a taste, he wouldn’t be able to let go. And from what you told him earlier in the day, he didn’t want to push you. He knew you had training the next day, and he had a feeling Cassian would want to train you one on one again, even at Windhaven. So he needed you to rest. 

Still, it took him three times pleasuring himself before he could even begin to think of sleep. And even that came in fitful spouts throughout the night. Sleep was never easy for him. The darkness of it was too much, the nightmares constantly woke him. If his shadows didn’t first. He normally found himself up in the training ring until his body was too tired to continue, and he would lay in his bed until dawn came. He would return to the ring and either run laps or fly around Velaris until breakfast with Cassian. It was easy to keep busy. It was harder to sit still and let his thoughts consume him. Especially when they revolved around you so much these days.

You woke up the next day, in a nightgown thanks to having changed after Azriel left. You eventually fell asleep after dragging your hands between your thighs two times, remembering the feeling of Az’s tongue against your slick, his fingers curling inside you. What you would give to have his cock instead! 

But he left, and probably for the best because being with him felt so… right. Like it was what the Mother intended it to be. And that tug that constantly pulled at your gut? It was even worse when you woke up. Like you needed to be near him for it to go away. 

So you got out of bed, washing yourself before you dressed in your fighting leathers and made your way to the dining room. Only Azriel wasn’t there. It was just Cassian. “Oh… hello,” you said and sat down.

He was glaring at you. “I hope you had fun yesterday.” He said. 

You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face. “I did…”

“Good, because Azriel and I are going to train you for one more day here, you’ll go to Windhaven tomorrow.” He said. “And don’t think your little escapade with him will make any difference. He’s just there to help instruct you on how to use your shadows.” Cassian basically growled. 

Did blowing him off for training really piss him off that much? Why was he so upset with you? 

“Did I… offend you?” You asked, taking a few bites of your breakfast. You didn’t think taking the day off to spend with Azriel would’ve been a big deal. 

“Yes. You decided that a male was more important than training. We need you, (Y/N). And being distracted isn’t going to help your training.” He said. 

Your hand curled into a fist. “That male was Azriel. Who thought it was quite fine that I took the rest of the day off. Besides, I’m not distracted. I just needed a break.” You ground out. How could he say such things to you? 

“When you start missing training, you fall behind. You won’t be allowed to participate in the Blood Rite if this continues. Not that I think you could anyway.” He said. 

“That’s ridiculous!” You said and threw your hands up. “Going out with Az has nothing to do with my training! Are you jealous it wasn’t with you?” You pressed. 

“What? Gods no,” he said and scoffed. You frowned, slumping back in your chair. He didn’t need to say it with such distaste. You grabbed your plate and stood up. “I’m going to eat in my room. And I don’t want to train with you today. Send Rhys if you’re so against Azriel and I spending any time alone together.” You said and turned around, walking to the stairs. “If you’re in the training ring, I’ll winnow to Windhaven and join them instead.” 

It was just Azriel waiting for you when you went up to the training ring half an hour later. Surprisingly, the fight with Cassian still had you simmering with rage. You couldn’t even muster a small smile. No matter the fact that when you saw him, his head between your legs flashed in your mind. 

“Cassian can be a prick, sometimes.” Az said. His shadows undoubtedly told him what happened. If Cassian didn’t. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You said simply, starting your warm up stretches. Your shadows were a flutter around you, signalling just how ticked off you were.

“Alright… well today I want to start with shadow training. Teach you how to form a shield around yourself. And then a blast of them as well. If you don’t know how to do it already?” He asked. 

How was he keeping so calm? Not even a hint of desire was in his eyes. You’re pretty sure under all the rage, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. Did it not mean as much to him as it did to you? Instead of drooling like a dog, you shook your head. “I don’t.” You replied. 

“Perfect, let’s start.” He said. 

Once you finished your warm up, he started instructing you on how to control the shadows better. How to whisper to them at first, and then when you got good enough, you could do it with your mind. It was a lot of concentrating, and by the time lunch came, you were mentally and physically drained. 

And then Cassian decided to show up. You let out a low growl and set the glass of water down. That simmering rage came to the forefront now. “I thought I told you I didn’t want you training me today.” You said. 

“Can’t I train by myself?” He asked with a side smirk. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Not when we’re up here. Find somewhere else.” You said, bounding over to him. “You don’t get to belittle my abilities and then come up here and train with me.” Your hands curled into fists. Azriel just taught you how to send a blast of shadows at someone. It was overcast today and the perfect time to do it. Maybe now would be a good time to try it out. It wouldn't actually hurt Cassian, but you would love to see the confused look on his face.

“No? I thought you didn’t get distracted by males?” He asked, that smirk growing. Azriel didn’t say anything as he stood behind you, arms crossed. 

“I don’t.” You said firmly. 

“Good, because I’m sure Azriel’s head between your legs is all you can think about.” He said. 

You lost it. You held out your hands and let out a yell as you thought you instructed your shadows to wrap around him. It wouldn’t hurt him at all, just disorient him enough so you could get a few blows in. 

What happened was entirely different. But Cassian was ready for it. When he switched into his armor, you have no clue, but he had a shield up as a blast of deep purple came from you. It went around his shields and all but disintegrated the training supplies around him. You stumbled back, glancing at your hands and then back up to where Cassian stood. 

“What was that?” You asked, your voice just over a whisper. 

“That, my dear (Y/N), was your killing power.” He said and smirked as his shield went down. “We figured if you were angry enough, and practicing the same motions with Azriel, it might come out.” He said and walked over to you. “I think you’re more than capable of keeping your focus on training. And I’m sorry for bringing up your night with Az. I had to provoke you enough…” 

“You told him?” You asked, whirling on Azriel. 

He winced a bit, almost bracing for another blast of power. “Maybe… but to be fair… he also heard.” He said and you took a deep breath, trying your best to calm that rage. Releasing your power helped a little, but not completely. 

“You’re going to need a Siphon.” Az said. “We’ll get it at Windhaven today… and then you can train on how to use it.” He said, walking closer to you as he saw you clench and release your hands. “Relax, take those deep breaths we talked about. Center yourself.” He said. “Shadows and killing power are very different. Your power comes from that bubbling rage. Your control over the shadows comes from that feeling of loneliness, the feeling of desperation. You’ll need to control all of it in order to differentiate between the two.” He said, his hands on your shoulders. You stared into his hazel eyes as you calmed your breathing. 

Cassian never heard Azriel talk so much in his life.

A/N: She's getting a Siphon!!!

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Brit here and there was DEFINITELY Press just before Meghan and Harry married saying that in future William & Kate would focus more on the UK as heirs to the throne and that Harry & Meghan would 'get' the Commonwealth. I remember thinking it a good idea at the time (when I still liked Meghan). William & Kate wouldn't have to travel so much with their young family; it would allow the BRF to provide 'coverage' of both UK & Commonwealth; it would give Harry (who so famously loved Africa etc.) a proper job and of course Meghan's bi-racial heritage was seen as a massive advantage. Everything points to this being official BRF policy rather than M&H PR. They were given their meaningful Commonwealth titles, Meghan was told enough about the role to have the Commonwealth flowers on her veil, there is a documentary about the Queen and the Commonwealth where Meghan is highlighted (K&W are absent) and they were sent almost immediately to Australia and New Zealand. They may also have been told that the Duchy of Cornwall would fund them on these tours. This is my theory about what happened next.

As we now know that tour was a disaster behind the scenes due to Meghan's attitude. My take is that they were soundly chastised and given one last chance to prove themselves with the South Africa tour. This was also a bit of a disaster, culminating in Meghan's tearful interview. I believe they were then told they were a diplomatic disaster and not ready to take on the Commonwealth. It's about this time that there was a lot of Press about them moving to Africa or elsewhere in the Commonwealth for a long stint and to focus on their young family. I believe this was the BRF's plan to give Meghan a chance to ease into royalling and keep the Commonwealth connection before coming back at a later date. It was at this time that Megxit was planned. Meghan had been told in no uncertain terms that she wasn't as good as Kate (who had stepped perfectly into the royal role almost immediately). I think Harry tried initially to stick to the script with the move to Canada but Meghan was having none of it and made the move to LA. I think it's significant that their final planned engagements included the Commonwealth Day service (this was probably why they got so stroppy about their diminished roles there). After it became obvious after Megxit that they wouldn't be getting their roles back, M&H went scorched earth and wanted to destroy any possible Commonwealth roles for the rest of the family. That's why they went all out to scupper the Caribbean tour, wove all their vague racist allegations about the entire family, followed by more substantive subsequent allegations about Kate and Charles (who could be expected to take on the bulk of Commonwealth roles going forward) and dissed the C'wealth in 'Spare'. TL:DR this whole sorry saga is Meghan's revenge for being told she and Harry weren't good enough for the Commonwealth roles planned for them.

Allegedly the Sussexes were sent on vacation after Remembrance Day 2019 because “it” wasn’t going well and upsetting a lot of people.

(Speculation for “it”: the South Africa tour being a PR disaster and the “no one asked me if I’m ok” interview, both of which overshadowed Charles’ trips and the Cambridges’ Pakistan trip; general bullying/rude behaviors; BP finding out about negotiations with Quibi, Netflix, and Oprah; complaints from Frogmore neighbors; issues with The SussexRoyal Foundation relating to financials and/or how it was set up (Bower talks a bit about this in Revenge); and having cameras for their event at the Field of Remembrance in Nov 2019 (Camilla was supposed to join them but she bowed out at the last second and Meghan was overly glam with her makeup for the event).)

So allegedly after the Remembrance Day 2019 events concluded, the Sussexes were sent to Canada on holiday for a punishment and then the Sussexes, furious about being sidelined, devised their Megxit plans.

And also allegedly, Harry and Meghan didn’t expect the hard “no” they got from The Queen. They thought they’d be able to present it at fait accompli since they were both so fully delusional over the strength of Meghan’s race card and Harry’s “status” as The Favorite.

Regarding the Queen of the World documentary that highlighted Meghan, allegedly she completely took it over. She wasn’t supposed to feature as much as she did. And allegedly, Meghan bailed on an artsy engagement with Charles that she had already committed to to film and “direct” the documentary.

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[inkbats-writing]

Bruce expected the request for a meeting. Counted on it even. If he wanted to figure out how Masters was convincing other ceos to sign over their companies without even due compensation Bruce would need to put himself in the line of fire. With protections in place of course, couldn't actually risk his employees by losing his company, but ones subtle enough whatever game Masters is playing would miss seeing them.

What Bruce wasn't expecting was almost as soon as the meeting was scheduled Masters would cancel it.

Masters' assistant was apologetic when he called back for a reason. Stammering and rambling about how she didn't mean to make the appointment with him it was some other ceo she was meant to call, but for whatever reason she mistakenly called his office instead. And could he please not mention this to Mr. Masters because she's still new and it might get her fired and-leading to him ending the calling promising it would be their little secret.

He wouldn't let it go obviously, still suspicious of the man who left his self imposed isolation to move to Gotham to repeat what Bruce's sources say was how he made money at the start. But he would find another method to figure out what was going on. Even if the meeting would have been perfect for it.

And then another meeting is requested a week later. Only to once again be canceled minutes later. Over and over again this repeats for a month with the assistant getting more upset with each return call swearing she doesn't know why she's called him when she knows Mr. Masters isn't trying to schedule a meeting with him.

Leading him to break into the man's office late at night to see if it could shed some light on what the other man is up to. Or at least that was the plan, up until Bruce's started hearing Masters voice come from the hallway and he has to hide on the edge of the balcony just outside the office. He makes it just in time if the sudden silence of Masters wheelchair rolling onto the office rug is anything to go by.

"Would you stop trying to get me a meeting with Bruce Wayne? If Rozina realizes she's made yet another meeting appointment without remembering why she's going to start crying and I don't want to deal with it." Masters voice is his usual annoyed arrogance as he speaks to whoever followed him into his office.

"My dear Vladimir....Wayne Enterprises would make such a fine addition to DalvCo...I'm merely thinking of your beneifit." The other's voice is smooth if slightly lisped but the condensation carries over regardless.

"And I told you no, pick someone else."

"The wealth you'd gain-"

"We had an agreement-"

"And I've following it as you wished-"

"You're not actually because if you were-"

"So just allow the meeting and I'll ensure he agrees to-"

"No! I told you I would only agree if-" a sudden coughing fit interrupts whatever Masters was trying to say as he clearly has an attack of some sort.

"My dear-" The other briefly starts only for the sound of an inhaler to interrupt him.

"Bad men...men as terrible if not worse than me...that's what we agreed....Bruce Wayne is a good man....I-I will not...I will be responsible for a g-good man...."

Masters trails off into another coughing fit interrupted only by the inhalers use and this time the other stays silent. Only when the fit has clearly passed and Masters troubled but steady breathing is back does the other speak again.

"As you wish my dear..."

#vlad masters #dp x dc #goodish vlad #not dp canon at all #can explain further if asked but this has been bugging me so i wanted to try

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for being part of the end of my friends' relationship and then refusing to take sides?

so i travel often for work. i live in the city my company is based out of, and the other two cities we operate out of are currently a little understaffed so people from my city will often go and spend a week or two working elsewhere to make up the gaps while we hire.

i was recently asked to spend a week away, along with a few coworkers i'm friends with. it was me (25f), this guy N (24m), and this girl J (24f). N was dating another coworker based out of the city we were visiting for the week, L (26f), who i'm friends with. i'm also really good friends with another coworker in that city, C (23f), who had never met N before but was also friends with L and therefore knew of him. a big group of us wound up going out for supper and drinks on our first night in town, since we weren't expected to work until late afternoon the next day. L was invited but chose not to go, as she was exhausted, and C was invited and she came.

as the night wound down, it was just me, N, J, and C hanging out in my hotel room. earlier in the night, N and C had made a bet about who could punch harder (we were all PRETTY drunk), and it came up again and they started play fighting and wrestling once it was only the four of us. i was talking to J and not super paying attention, but when next we looked over, N and C were curled up on one of the beds, very very close and cozy. they were both asleep. obviously J and i were uncomfortable with this and after a short discussion, woke them up and separated them. while C was in the bathroom, we told N that what had happened was inappropriate and hurtful to his girlfriend, and he immediately seemed to realize this and messaged her right away to say what happened, and received no answer as it was really late. i encouraged him to tell L that i was there and had seen what happened so i could help explain - it was a shitty and awkward thing to do, but considering the circumstances, i figured she would be really pissed at him for a while but they'd be able to talk about it and set boundaries for the future. this is not what she chose to do.

L messaged me first thing in the morning and i explained what had happened, and before we were off the phone and before she had spoken to EITHER N or C, she had decided that she no longer wanted to talk to or see either of them. she planned to speak with each of them once to inform them of her decision and that would be that. she was pissed and i fully get that and empathize, but the reaction seemed a little extreme.

both C and N were really devastated. i felt really rotten about the whole thing, but at the end of the day i would've wanted to know if my partner was behaving like that with one of my friends, and J and i agreed that L had to be told. and when L and i spoke she explicitly said she expected and was okay with me remaining friends with C, which I am. i think C behaved stupidly but not maliciously.

i messaged L a number of times in the days following, to check in and see how she was. she wasn't super responsive but she was busy, so i didn't think much of it. and then she heard that i had seen C and was suddenly blowing up my inbox looking to vent about C's behaviour and asking if she seemed remorseful and stuff.

i don't want to lose either C or L as friends, but i feel like despite what she said, L really thinks i should drop C as a friend and seems really annoyed that i haven't. when i saw C she was upset but we mostly just didn't talk about what happened. since i've now gone home, i won't have any opportunities to see L or C anytime soon.

tldr: i was witness to inappropriate behaviour between a friend and another friend's partner, which i then told the partner about. she says she's okay with me staying friends with the other girl but her behaviour indicates differently.

so, aita for getting involved in this and then refusing to cut either party off?

#aita #am i the asshole

[mymoodwriting]

Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Anxiety, Betrayal, Drugs, Sedatives, Manipulation, Restraints, Pheromones, Alpha Omega dynamics, Electrocution

Words: 4.4K

Chapter Six

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Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“I cannot believe you!”

Somehow you managed the strength to express your anger, but you could only hold yourself together for a moment. Once you made your point you ran off back to your room. You tried to shut the door behind you, but Felix and Jisung had been quick to follow you, clearly worried but also upset over what had happened. You let them in and then locked the door. You were still freaking out and needed some space to breathe. So you went into the bathroom and turned on the shower head, sitting under it.

“Y/n, everything’s going to be okay.” Felix assured. “We’re okay.”

Both boys were at your side, Felix taking your hand to hold. The tears on your face were mixing with the water, and you were doing your best not to hyperventilate. If your heart beat got out of control the alphas would surely come knocking, and knowing them, they’d knock the door down if necessary.

“What if they’re onto us? What if they know-”

“They don’t know anything.” Jisung stated. “You know other alphas were always meant to come to the dorm to help you get used to multiple scents. It’s just bad timing.”

“Or on purpose. I feel like something bad is gonna happen…”

“Nothing bad is gonna happen. Look, we just need to change the plan a bit but this doesn’t ruin anything for us.”

“I… I don’t know how much longer I can do this… they know something is off but won’t push it but… I… I’m scared…”

“It’s gonna be okay, you know you have us.” Felix reminded. “Besides, this actually works in our favor.”

“It does?”

“Yeah. With the new alphas here, we can suggest a movie night as a bonding experience, and how could any of them refuse? We’ll have them all in one place and knock them out together. This actually solves a problem for us, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah… I guess it does…”

“See, everything’s fine. We just need more gummies.”

“Right…”

Felix’s words really helped to calm you down, taking away the feeling of hopelessness. This was just a minor setback, and nothing more. Although when you heard knocking at your door you got tense.

“Y/n, please open the door.” Chan said from the otherside. “We need to talk.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to…”

Jisung got up and went to relay the message, but Chan was insistent on talking. There was probably no getting out of it, and at least it would be three to one, so you got out of the tub, Felix wrapping you in a towel and helping you dry off. Jisung opened the door and let Chan in.

“I- why are you wet?”

“I’m fine… what… what is it… you…”

“Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re upset about the other alphas coming in but you’ve been making good progress, and we can’t lose that momentum. You’ve been distant lately and it’s really starting to worry us, all of us, especially me.” Chan sighed. “I need to know what’s going on.”

“…”

“Y/n, please.”

“…”

“Fine. Felix, Jisung, what’s the problem.”

You looked up at Chan with wide eyes. Jisung and Felix glanced at each other nervously. The tension in the air quickly shifted and they weren’t sure what to do.

“Uh…”

“One of you better start talking.”

“She’s just overwhelmed and anxious.” Jisung blurted out. “She needs time to gather herself and relax. That’s all.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.” Felix added. “We all know her situation here. She’s been doing well but a slight step back isn’t a bad thing.”

“Alright, but I want you to properly introduce yourself to the others. Please.”

“… sure…”

“Be out in five. Thank you.”

Chan left and Jisung locked the door again. Your legs gave out and Felix caught you, helping you sit down on the bed. You took a few deep breaths, calming yourself down.

“That wasn’t so bad.” Felix said. “We’re good.”

“Yeah…”

“Let’s get you into dry clothes and then say hi to the others.” Jisung suggested. “We’ll be done real quick.”

“Yeah… yeah… I… can you two sleep with me tonight?”

“Of course.”

You quickly changed into dry clothes and the three of you went out to the living room to greet the new roommates. Of course Jisung and Felix were a bit familiar with them, so this was more about you.

“Uh… hi… my name’s y/n… it’s nice to meet you all… sorry… about earlier… I look forward to getting to know you all… in time…”

“Same here. I’m Changbin, by the way.”

“I know… your friends told me about you before…”

“That’s cool.”

“I… uh… I’ll excuse myself now.”

Thankfully you wouldn’t really be seeing the others for the rest of the evening as they’d be unpacking and settling in. You returned to your room, working on homework. Jisung and Felix eventually joined you, the three of you having a little study session. The two knocked out and you stayed up a while longer to finish some things, ultimately passing out at your desk. You randomly woke up in the middle of the night, groggy and disoriented. You hadn’t woken up the other two, and remained quiet so as not to disturb them. 

It was early in the morning, but not quite time to get up. Your stomach was growling, already wanting breakfast, but that wouldn’t be a good idea. Instead you thought maybe a little snack would quiet your hunger until later. You carefully snuck out of your room, making your way down the hall. As you reached the kitchen you suddenly froze, hearing voices. It didn’t take long to realize the alphas were all gathered for some snacking of their own. You would have quickly retreated, but you wound up overhearing their conversation, realizing they were talking about you.

“Was it really a good idea to bring us in already?” Jeongin questioned. “Y/n didn’t seem too happy about our presence.”

“I know, but this is a necessary precaution.” Chan stated. “She’s been worrying me like crazy as of late, and she’s developing her abilities. If things go south I need to make sure we can handle it and take care of her.”

For a moment you felt bad about being so difficult. The new alphas had nothing to do with your distrust, but then you remembered the recording you had. Maybe it was just those three, but you couldn’t take a chance. Your plan was still to leave, and that’s all you wanted to do right now. You quietly returned to your room, crawling into bed and trying to get some sleep before classes. 

♥♥♥♥♥

You only really managed to doze off, not actually sleeping for the night. At least now you could get up and leave. You were careful as you got your things, not wanting to wake up the others. You managed to sneak out of your room, quietly making your way down the hall and towards the door.

“Morning.”

You froze, slowly glancing over to see Seungmin in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. He gave you a warm smile, and you shyly returned it.

“I didn’t know you were a morning person.”

“A bit.”

“You want breakfast? Classes don’t start for another hour anyway.”

“Uh… sure…”

You didn’t want to be mean since he hadn’t really done anything, besides, you were kind of hungry. Seungmin made you some eggs and toasted some bread for you, happy to see you eating. He kept himself a few feet away from you, being very respectful of your space.

“Shall I walk you to class? I still have time before my own.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“It’s no bother. I was about to head out myself.”

“Okay then…”

You couldn’t really deny his request, so the two of you headed to campus together. Seungmin maintained a polite distance, but even then he was comfortable to be around. He asked about you, and it wasn’t really that hard to be honest with him. He was a good listener, and seemed like a really nice person. When you reached your classroom he wished you well and was then on his way. Despite how rough things had been last night, he certainly helped put you at ease. After your class you weren’t really that surprised to find someone waiting for you.

“Let me carry your things.”

Changbin took your bag and books, happily walking off towards your next class. Of course the boys knew your schedule, and Hyunjin probably suggested stopping by. The new ones would want to get close to you, and this was one way to do it. You had no choice but to follow Changbin, trying not to make things awkward.

“How are your classes?” Changbin asked. “If you ever need help with anything just ask.”

“Thanks…”

“I hope we didn’t upset you too much yesterday. It was a bit sudden for us too, but I hope we’ll all get along.”

“Me too… you’re really big…”

“Right? I like to work out a lot. I can carry you if you want.”

“No, no, my legs work just fine.”

“My offer still stands if you ever need it.”

“Sure…”

Changbin was very friendly, you wouldn’t think that would be the case if you noticed him from afar. His smile was genuine, and he seemed like someone fun to be around. You were glad you weren’t as nervous around the new alphas as the others. A part of you wanted to believe they weren’t like the others, that they weren’t nefarious underneath all the smiles. Still, you couldn’t take any chances. When you returned to the dorm the smell of bread caught your attention, leading you into the kitchen. There you found Felix and Jeongin baking.

“Hey, you want some? They’re still hot, but should cool soon.”

“Did you guys make them?”

“Yup.” Jeongin said. “Felix is really good.”

You didn’t trust food from the alphas, but if Felix had been helping, and it was with Jeongin, you trusted it to be safe. You happily waited for the pastries to cool, and they were amazing. You had a few more as you studied in the living room, Jisung and Felix joining you, and the other alphas giving you space. It was nice not to hide. From there things kind of fell into a routine. Felix or Jeongin always packed you some snacks for the morning. Seungmin would walk you to class in the morning, and after a while Chan joined in as well. It was a bit nerve wracking, but you managed, and eventually it wasn’t so bad. Changbin and Hyunjin wound up escorting you to different classes throughout the day, sometimes together, sometimes apart. Minho and Jisung would come around too, keeping you company in the dorm and on campus, and always together. Being alone with an alpha would not be a good idea and they knew that.

Even though not much changed, you were certainly feeling more exhausted. It was barely a little over a week since the new alphas arrived, and if you weren’t in a good state of health you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. You were still taking your meds on a daily basis, and getting enough sleep, yet you felt kind of off. You figured it was the anxiety of what you had planned. Execution day was right around the corner afterall, you just had to keep yourself together until then. At least it was easy to distract yourself with school work. Since you always got up early to get to class, you were usually the first one there and spent some time alone.

You had your snacks for the whole day, usually having one in the morning, and then the rest throughout the day. You were feeling a bit hungry so you munched on more than one, putting it away once others began to show up. Perhaps you really weren’t sleeping enough, and were having a hard time staying awake in class. You were dozing off, trying to stay awake, but your exhaustion eventually won out. You wound up asleep in class, resting your head on your books. No one dared to wake you, after all omega classes weren’t that serious. So when the class ended you were left to sleep. Even the next class wouldn’t have bothered you, but there was someone waiting for you, and once the rest of the class was gone they entered.

“Awe, she looks so cute.”

Changbin came over to your side, softly petting your head. He tried to softly coax you to wake up, but you were unresponsive.

“Is she okay?”

Before Changbin tried to wake you again Hyunjin stopped him. Your heartbeat was steady, so nothing was wrong. He checked your things and grabbed your snack bag.

“She must have been hungry this morning.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Let’s get her back to the dorm. She must be very tired.”

Changbin picked you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style. Hyunjin grabbed your things and followed behind him. You were sleeping peacefully, no nightmares, which was always good. Although there was concern, and Changbin asked about it when they got to the dorm. The others were in class, so it was just them for now.

“Are you sure y/n’s gonna be okay? If she’s not getting enough sleep then-”

“She’s fine. It’s just she’s been having anxiety, and Chan wanted to help, but you know how she’s been lately. So he asked Jeongin to put a little something in her snacks. Although if she takes too much at once it would mix with her meds and act like a strong sedative. She’s gonna be out for a while, but she’ll be fine.”

“Ah, that makes sense. She was so anxious when we met, but she’s been more docile as of late.”

“Just doing our job. I’ll have to tell Chan and have him lower the dosage so this doesn’t happen again.”

♥♥♥♥♥

It was strange to regain consciousness while in motion. Things were still blurry, but the voices were familiar. You heard bits and pieces, but you were perking up when you heard your name mentioned. You felt something soft beneath you, somewhat able to make out your room. You groaned and rolled over in bed. Even though your mind was fuzzy you were starting to register the words that were spoken.

“Chan wanted to help… put a little something in her snacks… mix with her meds … she’ll be fine… she’s been more docile… just doing our job…”

The rush of adrenaline jolted you awake. You sat up in bed, startling the two others. Your breathing was uneven, and you were staring at them like a deer in headlights.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Hyunjin noted. “How are you feeling?”

“…what… what have you been giving me…?”

“What are you talking about? We-”

“Don’t lie to me! I… I…”

“Did you have a bad dream? Just relax, we’re here.”

“… you’re liars… you’re all liars!”

When the two took a step towards you it forced you to move back, ultimately falling off the bed. They quickly rushed over to your side, wanting to make sure you were okay, but the second you felt hands on you the panic spiked. You began screaming and kicking, trying to get them away from you.

“Get out! Don’t touch me!”

“Y/n, you need to calm down.” Hyunjin said. “We can help.”

“No! Get away from me!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re not gonna hurt you.”

“Liars!”

You were cornered and at a disadvantage, but that didn’t stop you from fighting back. Although two against one is hardly fair. Somehow you managed to slip out of their grasp, but only for a moment. Changbin quickly trapped you in a back hug, keeping your arms pinned down to your sides. You tried jumping and kicking your legs, but Hyunjin grabbed a blanket to wrap your legs up, not wanting you to hurt yourself. Now that you were restrained they could do what was necessary. You soon caught a whiff of a sweet scent, feeling a bit dizzy.

“That’s it, deep breaths for me.” Hyunjin encouraged. “Just relax, it’s gonna be okay.”

“… stop…”

Once you had lost your strength you were moved to the bed, Changbin at your side in case you tried something. You knew what was happening, the alphas using their pheromones to calm you. It was unfair, but you were helpless to resist. Your head was foggy, and even though you didn’t like this scenario, you were too out of it to do anything, not even feel fear. A few tears slid down your cheek. Even if this was different you couldn’t help but think back to that day, tied up and helpless.

“What is going on!?”

When Chan got to the dorm he immediately caught your scent, along with Hyunjin and Changbin. He knew it was odd for the three of you to be back so soon, and so he went off to find you. He came to your room, intrigued by the scene before him. You were resting in Changbin’s lap, wrapped up in a blanket, which was fine, but it was the smell. Your room was filled with the two alpha’s pheromones, practically turning this into a drug den for you.

“We just needed to-”

“Get out!”

Chan came over to you, pulling you from Changbin’s lap, taking your head in his hands. Your eyes were glassy, and you couldn’t even recognize him.

“What were you thinking!? We’re not properly trained on using our pheromones! It’s all theory now, you don’t know what you could do to her!”

“She was freaking out.” Changbin explained. “What if she ran off or something? It’s our job to take care of omegas, that’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

“This isn’t how to do it! We’re still learning ourselves, not to mention you did this in her room! This was supposed to be her safe space away from all of us, and you completely ruined it! Get out! Go get Felix and Jisung, now!”

The two headed out in a hurry, Chan getting you out of your blankets and taking you to the bathroom. He started a warm bath, getting you out of your clothes, but leaving you in your undergarments. The water wasn’t so high, so he could leave you for a moment while he stripped your bed and put the sheets in the washer. A while later when Jisung and Felix returned to the dorm Chan explained what had happened, and told them to look after you, and help clean up your room. They didn’t ask for details and just did as they were told.

Felix went over your room, having got some cleaning supplies. Jisung on the other hand checked in with you. He saw how out of it you were. When he reached out you moved away, clearly not in any state to recognize him or his scent. It was frightening, but Jisung knew, he hoped you’d be alright. He helped you wash up, wanting to clean all the scents off you. Felix got you new bedsheets, rolling around in them too so they didn’t smell too clean. He helped Jisung get you out of the bathtub and into some dry clothes. They noticed the tears on your face, but weren’t sure if they could say anything.

“… jisung…”

“Hey, hey, I’m right here, how are you feeling?”

“I thought they were nice…”

“Y/n, this isn’t-”

“I can’t trust them… any of them… I can’t do this anymore…”

“Y/n-”

“All the alphas are liars!” You cried. “They say they know best, or they think they do but this… what did they do to me? Why…”

“It’s okay, you’re okay y/n.” Felix said. “They didn’t hurt you or anything, they were just worried and did something they weren’t supposed to.”

“I have to get out of here… I can’t… I can’t…”

“I know. I think we can do it this Friday, what do you say?”

“Yes… I want to leave.”

“We’ll do so together.”

You got into bed, breathing in the smell of clean sheets, smelling a bit of Felix too. Neither of the boys left, staying with you throughout the night, and come morning. You weren’t going to be leaving your room anytime soon, and they knew that. The others brought food, wanting to check on you, but you didn’t want visitors. Of course if you actually wanted to run away you needed to face them first. Everything was set, so you just needed to put things in motion. The fact that this was the end was what gave you strength. Chan always came by in the morning to check on you, but you’d never talk to him. Until now.

“Chan…”

“Hey, how are you? It’s been a while since I heard your voice.”

Your strength could only go so far, so you were talking to Chan from the other side of the door. You knew he and the others hung around outside your room, listening. Just hearing your voice, your steady heartbeat, it was enough for them to know you were alright. Changbin and Hyunjin had given an apology, but you didn’t respond to it.

“I… uh… I wanted to apologize.”

“Huh? You have nothing to be sorry for. The others-”

“No, I do. I understand… I… you guys say it all the time… that you’re looking out for me… I might have taken things the wrong way… I’m sorry… I’ve ruined all my progress, haven’t I?”

“I wouldn’t say that. You can still talk to me, and you haven’t been having nightmares, right?”

“Not really… Jisung and Felix are good company…”

“I’m glad. They’re good boys.”

“I don’t… I don’t want to mess… this… up… I don’t want to be scared forever…”

“We’ll take things slow, like always, step by step.”

“You think… maybe we could do something… like a movie night…?”

“Movie night?”

“Yeah… like get everyone together… so I can at least get used to your scents again…”

“Are you sure? That might be a lot.”

“I want to at least try.”

“Okay, we can do that.”

“Does Friday night sound good?”

“Yeah, I’ll let the others know.”

“Thanks.”

♥♥♥♥♥

This was such a terrible idea, to have all the alphas around at once, but after this you’d be free, and that gave you strength. Even though the alphas were happy to see you they kept a distance and didn’t make much conversation. Felix had picked out a movie for the night, and you helped get the popcorn and snacks. It would be best for you to hand out the gummies, surely they’d eat them if it came from you. The alphas sat around, leaving you on the couch sandwiched between Jisung and Felix. The movie was a long one, and you cautiously watched the others, seeing them doze off little by little.

Once it seemed everyone was asleep Jisung and Felix checked. They moved cautiously, leaning over the others and snapping their fingers by their ears. There was no reaction at all, so they were definitely asleep. With that confirmed you three went to get your things. You had packed some food and other necessities the day before, so now it was time to leave. You didn’t look back, not wanting, not having, anything to linger on. Fortunately for you that night you had moonlight to guide you. After exiting the door you stayed out of sight and made it into the surrounding woods, the trees hiding you in the darkness.

There was something special about the air, it felt so fresh, and calming. Even though you had no idea how far into the woods you had to go to find some form of civilization, you were just glad to be outside and away from a place you no longer called home. The quiet was nice as well, but you still made some conversation with the others. You talked about your future, and the things you wanted to do. The possibilities were truly limitless now. There was nothing to hold you back. Eventually you were fortunate enough to find a source of water, a stream. You could follow it as it would surely lead to a place where other people were, and the water could hide your scent.

Neither of you really knew how long you had been walking for, but you were starting to feel a bit dizzy. Perhaps the adrenaline of this escape was finally wearing off. It wasn’t a bad idea to rest, so you all settled down by the stream. The sound of the water was quite calming, making it easy to zone out and just think of what awaited you. Although that dizzy feeling persisted, both Jisung and Felix realizing as well. You knew what they were gonna say, but you weren’t gonna go back. If you got sick out here so be it, but you couldn’t go back. You let them know before they even said anything.

“Let’s just keep moving. We still have our meds anyway, so I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think you will.”

Your head snapped over to the source, immediately your heart sank, a chill traveling along your body. The red eyes of an alpha stared back at you. For a moment you were frozen in time, standing in disbelief, and then you broke out into a run. You weren’t thinking about anything besides escaping, even though you completely left Felix and Jisung behind. With each step reality began to seep back in. Your heart was racing, pounding in your ears, your vision moving between clarity and blurriness. You thought you were moving fast, good footwork to keep you from falling, but getting tackled to the ground was your downfall.

“No! Let go! Let go!”

Your hands were pinned behind your back, keeping you down even as you squirmed and screamed. You noticed someone standing in front of you, and then squatting down. The hand on your head made you freeze up, and you slowly looked up to see Chan. There was a disappointed look on his face, yet he was eerily calm.

“You’re in a lot of trouble for this.”

Perhaps you could plead your case, say something, anything, to get out of this, but nothing left your mouth besides a scream. You felt a rush of electricity from the back of your neck, cutting your world to black. Whatever awaited you when you woke, it surely wasn’t going to be good.

#stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #christopher bang #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #skz #skz au #stray kids au #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz imagines

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

There Is Happiness

Roy Kent x Reader

0.8k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of an absent/crappy dad, Roy being lovely and violent at the same time

A/N: Inspired by that Jamie comfort fic I just wrote. I'm absolutely projecting here because the idea of Roy calling my father a wanker brings a smile to my face 😝

The slamming door caught Roy’s attention. You never slammed doors. He did, sure, but he was Roy. Something had to be truly wrong to have you entering the house so aggressively.

“Hey babe,” he greeted when he saw your noticeably crumpled expression. He set down his beer and patted the spot on the couch next to himself.  “All good?”

Instead of joining him on the couch, you folded your arms across your chest and let out a little huff. “I… I stopped to get some donuts. From that place you like, you know?” When Roy nodded, clearly unsure what was so wrong, you went on. “And when I went in, I saw… him.”

For a moment, Roy simply frowned and shook his head. “Who d’you-?” Then he saw the look in your wide eyes, a look full of sadness and disappointment- a particular look he knew well but hadn’t seen in a while. “Oh.” Roy cleared his throat. “The wanker.”

“Yeah.��� You finally ambled to the couch and plopped down beside Roy, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “He was there with her and her kids,” you grumbled.

When you’d first met Roy, you already had a tense relationship with your father. He watched as it slowly deteriorated until it was nothing but a few texts exchanged on holidays and an awkward dinner every few months. But then, the too-young-for-him girlfriend and her kids came along, and he seemed more interested in having a second chance at fatherhood than in figuring things out with his own kid. Now, there was absolutely nothing between the two of you but a few shared facial features.

“So… are we ‘burn his fucking house down’ upset, or ‘eat the emergency ice cream’ upset?”

Despite the uncomfortable situation you’d found yourself in on your way home from work, you grinned at Roy. One of your favorite things about this man was his ability to make you smile, no matter how crappy you were feeling. He always had just the right thing to say to bring you out of a funk and make you forget how terrible the world could be.

“Ice cream upset,” you whispered. You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Lots of ice cream.”

With a little hmmph, Roy kissed your forehead and stood. You could hear his heavy footsteps make their way to the kitchen, followed by the sound of the freezer and a couple of drawers opening and closing. When he returned, he was holding a giant carton of ice cream and two of the largest spoons you owned. He settled on the couch beside you, letting you nestle close, and offered you the carton so you could take the first bite.

Mouth now full of ice cream, you were ready to talk a little more. “He didn’t even look at me,” you grumbled. “The kids shouted hi when they saw me, she waved at me, but he kept his eyes glued to his phone.” You shook your head and shoveled another bite into your mouth. “And it’s like, I don’t want his attention, but it sucks, y’know? He’s the fucking parent, why can’t he act like it?”

Roy nodded thoughtfully as he battled your spoon for a bit of ice cream that was loaded with chocolate chips. “That wanker doesn’t deserve any space in your mind,” he declared as he let you take the spoonful. “Believe me.” He kissed your temple, leaving a little sticky spot you didn’t mind. After a moment, he opened his mouth again. “We can be our own family,” he murmured gently. His nose was nuzzling your cheek now. “You and me. Your mum. My sister and Pheebs. Anyone else that comes along. Our own little family.”

A lump formed in your throat, one filled with happiness and love. Roy had been talking like this a lot lately, hinting that he might be asking something big soon, something you knew you’d say yes to. Before Roy, you were unsure if you’d ever be ready for that question; witnessing your parents’ own marriage would be enough to have anyone balking at notions of rings and promises and forever. But the more you let Roy in, and the more he proved that he was sticking around, the more willing you were to admit that maybe, just maybe, forever could exist.

“Our own family,” you echoed. You took a spoonful of ice cream and held it up to Roy, who smiled and accepted the bite. “Does that include Jamie Tartt?”

A little chuckle escaped from Roy as he pressed another cold kiss to your forehead. “Anything you fucking want, babe. Whatever makes you happy.”

Before you could think, you blurted out, “You make me happy.”

There was that glowing smile, that kind Roy really only showed to you and Phoebe and sometimes his sister. He set down his spoon and tugged you close, wrapping you in his arms tightly. “You make me fucking happy too,” he murmured. The two of you sat like that for a bit, in a blissful silence as you alternated between taking bites of ice cream and bringing your spoon to Roy’s mouth. Finally, he spoke up again. “But I can still burn his fucking house down, y’know.”

#he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent imagine #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction

[equallyshaw]

the first time they said i love you's | rutger x rose hughes au! ⚘ blurb. ⚘ au masterlist.

rutger and rose had officially been dating for 6 months, 2 of which were behind everybody's back. and truth be told, it was so that they could figure everything out without feeling any pressure or feelings. rose had just gotten back to madison for senior year of college and had settled into her and her best friend laila's apartment, near campus. her and rutger hadn't left ann arbor on the best of terms, unfortunately. as he was moving into his senior year hour with some of his friends, the two had gotten into somewhat of an argument. the argument you ask? stupid. plain and simple.

rose had decided that the back and forth was not worth any more aggravation, so she hopped onto i-90 and drove straight through the six hours without answering his phone calls or text messages. he got luke to call her, but she didn't say anything substantial to him.

rose and finally got into her freshly made bed, after devouring a bowl of ramen and dumplings with laila; and the two were calling it a night. she sighed turning onto her side to turn off her lamp, before shutting her eyes. she fell asleep sometime later, before being abruptly woken up by laila. rose flinched in a panic, "whats going on?" she asked immediately, searching her best friend for any answers. laila gave her a grin before walking out of the room and left the door open. rose called for laila to close it and without a response, she rolled her eyes; getting up to do it herself. rose took a few steps before stopping in her tracks, not believing who was in front of her right now.

rut.

"rutger?" she questioned as her eyebrows creased, along with her nose - that rutger found adorable. he held a bouquet of red tulips and a card. rose opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out - as she digested her shock. rutger shut the door behind him and walked closer to her, before she stepped back a step. "what are you doing here?" she questioned, still in disbelief. rutger sighed, "i was being an ass to you rose. you didn't deserve to leave upset with me, especially since i was being an idiot," he paused as her hand inched towards the bouquet and he gave it to her with a smile. "i shouldn't have let you leave like that and after a good talking from the boys, i knew i had to drive up here. especially since we won't see each other for two months." he finished and she took the card from him with a small smile. she set it down next to her on the bed, before pulling in rutger for a hug. despite her being 5'9 - she still had to stand on her tippy toes almost. rose let out a sigh she had been holding in and absolutely melted into his arms. she pulled back just a bit, placing her hands on both sides of his face; "thankyou rut for driving out here, and apologizing. however, you're an idiot!!! you have class in two days!" she said with slight concern on her face, to which rutger just laughed. "i know you wanna play in the NHL but dude, your education is soo important." she said rubbing her thumb softly over his cheek.

"i know, but i had to see you. i wanted to apologize in person, rosie. i didn't like how i left things and certainly didn't want that to linger." he exclaimed and to which, rose nodded. "i know i know," she paused as rutger made his way over towards the edge of the bed and sat down. "i have a feeling this is going to be long." he joked and she rolled her eyes. "its not i promise." she insisted as she now stood in between his legs with his hands on her hips. "i thankyou rut for coming i really do, it means more than you know. as you know communication as not the greatest thing with my ex and truth be told, i was terrified of confronting you today so i just up and left." she said shrugging, and rutger frowned slightly. he knew there was more to her ex and her, than she let on.

"cmon, lets get you to bed princess." she grinned, placing the flowers on her bedside table along with the card, that she promised rutger she'd read tomorrow since she was too exhausted to do so at the moment. rutger quickly washed up and got ready to bed, before sliding into bed with the clothes that rose just so happened to 'steal' from him. she was laying on her side, looking out the window that she still had to get better blinds for when rutger pulled her into his chest. rutger instinctively placed his nose in the crook of her neck before speaking, "how about some early breakfast tomorrow?" he questioned softly and she smiled. she was a breakfast and brunch date junkie. "like you ever have to ask, you're my favorite breakfast partner," she paused to giggle and found that the words she'd been wanting to say for awhile now - pressed deeply on her mind. she hesitated for a brief moment, to which rutger could tell she was about to speak again.

was it alright? too soon? was it super random?

the soft brunette smiled softly before voicing the words rutger had been longing to hear, "i love you rut." she boldly announced and waited for his reaction or response. rutger found himself smiling, wider than he believed he ever had. "i love you too rosie." rosie smiled turning around in his arms and looked up at the ever smiling guy, she'd come to adore, cherish and love.

"really?" she asked in somewhat disbelief, "yes ya silly goose!"

hi lovies! pls like and reblog if you enjoyed (:

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[coleskingdom]

Care

Jay White x F Reader

For @madhatterbri I hope you love this.

@midwestmade29

“Make him care” that had to be the stupidest thing the bastard has ever told me. I’ve had nothing but time to figure out how best to make him care. I have Colten and Austin on Penta and Fenix. That’s business , they’re his friends but in this business friends come and they go. He’d expect me to pull something out of that playbook, the boys have orders just to watch them for now.

I sit drinking my scotch in the hotel bar contemplating I catch a reflection in the bar mirror, I can tell she’s hesitating because I’m sitting here. She’s pretty, in that classic real sense.I’ve seen her look at me, the way she bites her lip as we pass each other in the hallways. Though if I paid attention to that I’d have taken half of the roster to bed, or at least had them on their knees in front of me. I catch her eyes in the mirror I smirk as the prettiest blush tints her cheeks. I wonder how much the bastard cares for her, or she cares for him. She lifts her chin not to back down realizing she’s now been caught. If a game she wants a game we can play.

“Y/N” I say it as if it’s my favorite word in the English language as I nod to the seat beside me. She hesitates momentarily realizing I’m the best and safest option to sit next to. “Jay” she says as she does that three point look, I almost chuckle at how easy this is going to be . I offer my hand as she struggles to get up on the awkward barstool, I let my fingers trace the inside of her wrist as lightly and intentionally as possible. “What are you drinking? Y/N” calling the bartender over. “I , um a hard lemonade.” I try to keep my face masked to keep from laughing “She will have a lemon drop martini, on the sweet side. I’ll take another scotch neat.” I wait till she takes a sip to see the satisfaction on her face. “That’s really good” the surprise in her voice , I wonder what other experiences I could upgrade in her life. “To drink well, is to live well or something like that.” I smirk.

“ Where’s the bastard of yours?” figuring out what my next move might be . “ He , uh he headed home. He was pretty upset about tonight. He just texted me he was out , he knows I have a flight out tomorrow we were meeting here because our schedules are so busy” her voice hurt and irritated. “That’s really a dick move” I softened my voice, turning to face her. “A real bastard move is more like it” she said a hint of venom in it. Sad I won’t work with, spite is my specialty. We sat and talked had couple more drinks. I paid the tab as she went to the bathroom. I left my room key on the bar with specific directions to the bartender that if she didn’t take it then to destroy it and let her know the tab was taken care of.

I had just about given up when I heard the soft knock on my door. I answered the door in the towel, leaning in the open doorway. Y/N stood there looking at me, I watched her as her breath hitched as her eyes followed the trail just below my belly button. “Y/N when was the last time you got exactly what you wanted?” not pushing her one way or the other, it’s more devastating when it’s her decision. A man can rationalize a lot of things but when she decides it’s a hell of blow one that outside of my personal vendetta sounded like he needed desperately. That blush was back as if it was the first time she’d ever been asked. For all I knew it might have been. “Too long Jay, too fucking long.” her voice shakes with vulnerability of that truth. “What did you come here for?” moving and opening the door wider and she stepped through it. She holds up my room key “ To return this.” I eye her and I can see the shiver of desire run through her. I step closer to her “ Y/N , you could’ve turned that into the front desk.” Brushing her hair out of her face. She steps forward and kisses me, it’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed with more passion than skill. I bury one hand in her hair, tilting her head to the side for better access. Y/N moans into my mouth, and I slide my tongue inside to finally get a taste of her. It’s minty she went back to her room , then made the decision to come here.

“ I’m sorry “ she stammers turning her head away. I grip her chin between two fingers and get a primal sense of satisfaction when her nostrils flare and her pupils dilate. She wants me. I know it. She knows it. Now the question is— what are we going to do about it? I lean in kissing her again testing the waters. Her fingers grip my shoulders, pulling herself up to wrap a leg around my hip. My hand move to her lower back. Tearing my mouth away, I stare down at her kiss-swollen lips. “Y/N, unless you tell me no, I’m taking you. I’m going to make you scream my name, as I go down on you, till you beg me to fuck you. Then you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life. I’m going to feel all the ways your body bends to my will. How that blush floods your body, how you’re breathing changes as you learn to breathe with me. “

Y/N’s response is to tighten her hold on the back of my neck and hop up, circling both legs around me and pushing her skirt up her thighs.

My free hand finds the curve of her ass, cupping and kneading like I was made to touch her. I taste her jaw and her neck as the heat of her pulses against my stomach.

Y/ N moans and throws out a hand toward my left. I take one step in that direction, but the couch is closer and way more convenient. I lower us both, and her ass hits the cushion at the same moment my knees hit the floor. “He would never do this.” her words draw my eyes up “Because you don’t want him to or because he’s too much of a selfish prick to give you what you want.” my hands running over the top of her skirt. Her heated gaze, and the way she bites her lip is the answer I need.

Her non answer gives me a dark sense of satisfaction as I press her thighs apart.

"Slide that ass out, love, because it's time I taste how sweet you really are."

After a moment of hesitation, she follows my directions, scooting her butt to the edge of the couch. I expect to see the fabric of some sexy panties, but instead, all I see is bare, wet pussy. I also see her phone and the bastards face through the pocket, as I swipe to answer the call.

"Dirty girl, you’ve thought about this. You don’t come to King Switches room with a dripping wet pussy. I’m going to teach you how to breathe with me." wasting no time getting my mouth on her.

The second my lips make contact, Y/N arches her back off the couch, my name a throaty moan echoing in the room. The caller has not hung up as possessiveness overwhelms me as I tongue and lick and grind down on her clit until she's writhing beneath me. I stick one of my fingers gauging her reaction, teasing her g spot, with the come hither motion. “Y/N tell me that you need to come? “ I put my mouth back on her sucking and thrusting my finger in and out. “More Jay, please right there.” I insert a second finger and add a little pressure to her stomach. Her hands grab my hair as I groan into her and she shatters . Her words are in comprehensible pants. “ Jay, please fuck me.” her voice needy and desperate. The phone still lit and connected. That kinky bastard must be liking what he’s hearing or is still in denial.

This next part has to be perfect, especially if he insists that he remains on the phone. I stand and pick her up laying her down on the bed. I remove her skirt dropping it towards the top of the headboard. I kiss her to keep her distracted as her hands roam my body, teasing me with her nails as they drift up and down my abs running her fingers lower removing the towel as she parted her legs open welcoming me in between. A pang of guilt hits me briefly, I reconsider momentarily but a woman like her would view this as a rejection. I bring her up and lift her up to take her shirt off. No bra, she knew what she wanted when she knocked on my door.

I kissed her in no rush as the sounds fell from her mouth were quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds. My mouth kissing her jaw as my hands found her perfect tits. I pinched her nipple to see how’d she’d respond, her hips bucked up into me as she called out my name. I took the other in my mouth sucking on being rewarded again with the sound of my name from her lips and the roll of her hips. “What do you need Love? I need to make sure you’re ready. I’m going to need you to take all of me. “ I reached down and teased her clit again with my fingers as my mouth alternated between her breasts . “ How are you so good at this?”she panted as another orgasm crashed through her. “ Because I care Y/N” my eyes still seeing the call connected as I raise up over her aligning myself an enter just as the the aftershocks began to wane but now I slide in, in one full stroke.

Giving her time to adjust, I kiss her languidly my tongue matching, as I begin to move inside her. “I don’t think I can” breathlessly, I stop “can’t what love” I ask as I look her in her eyes. “Come again, but you go ahead.” her voice soft , “ Do you want to come again? Do you want to come around my cock? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” I kiss her again hoping she knows I’m sincere. “Yes I want all of it but I don’t know what I need. “ she turns her head away from me unable to meet my eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, stop thinking, comeback to me.” I kiss her again she wraps her arms around me pulling me closer I adjust her legs so that I’m hitting all the right spots. Fucking hell she feels good, and her body is so responsive in this position. I feel the beginning of her orgasm, I need her to finish first, I reach down between us applying a little more pressure, I hear her gasp as she shatters screaming my name, the force of her orgasm pulled me with her as I follow her with a final thrust. She begins to stroke my hair and run her fingers up down my back. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but she’s trying to take care of me. I glance at the phone the call has been disconnected. I break the moment kissing her again as I head to the bathroom. I start a bath for her, I grab a washcloth ,some pain reliever and a bottle of water . I see my own phone and I can’t resist.

I text PAC “ I bet you care now don’t you, bastard”

I turn off my phone, and walk back into the bedroom now.

#aew fic #aew x reader #aew smut #jay white x reader #switchblade jay white x y/n #jay white x you #switchblade jay white x you #switchblade jay white x reader #switchblade jay white smut #jay white smut

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Haunted: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: This is Hotch's first case back since being stabbed by Foyet. As much as he says he's fine, he's not and he's letting his emotions affect the case in a negative way.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

x

Under Hotch's orders, half of the team heads back to the station where JJ and Spencer are. They've been doing as much research on Darrin, the Hollow Creek Killer, and Tommy as they can.

"So, what do we know?" Hotch asks when he walks in.

"There were only four suspects in the Hollow Creek case, and they're all dead. The kids were taken in 1973, '74, and '75, and all on the way home from school."

"They came from different school districts," JJ says. "He waited for them to be alone."

"That takes patience. He must have had time off in the afternoons. He lived or worked near the schools."

"That's a lot of doors to knock on," Derek sighs.

"Do you think Call's going back there?" Rossi asks.

"I think there's a good chance."

"I'll tell Mitchell," JJ says and walks away.

"Where's the secondary location? He needed seclusion to do what he did." Derek's phone rings and he places Pen on speakerphone. "Go ahead, Garcia. You're on speaker."

"I found Tommy. He goes by James Thomas Anderson now."

"Is he local?"

"One county over. His address and bio are coming now."

You and Hotch take this one together without a hoard of other agents. Tommy probably wants to put all this in the past. Seeing so many officers about this case will only freak him out. Tommy wasn't thrilled to see you two on his doorstep, but he let you in nonetheless. When Hotch explains the situation vaguely, Tommy looks visibly upset.

"What does Darrin Call have to do with me?"

"We think he survived the Hollow Creek Killer."

"Nobody survived that."

"You did. There was another boy. He was six years old."

"No, that's not true."

"We don't have time for this," Hotch says angrily.

"I'm telling you, I was alone."

"Just like now?"

"Excuse me?"

"Have you ever been married? Any relationships? Any family?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Or are you afraid you'll abandon them, too? Or was it because of your alcoholism?"

"I would never leave a kid," Tommy says with hints of tears in his eyes.

"Did he cry too much? Was he too slow? What was it? How could you leave a six-year-old all alone?" Hotch says a bit harshly.

"I was only twelve."

"He's been taking medications to deal with the trauma that suppressed his memories," you explain. "That kind of amnesia is a psychological defense."

"He's gonna wish he never remembered," Tommy sighs.

"We know what you told the police. We need to know about the boy."

"He never talked. I was kept in a cage in the barn. He'd come in frequently so I thought I'd be able to use him to escape. One day, the man was drunk and passed out. Darrin freed me. Turns out the man wasn't as drunk as I thought he was because he caught us pretty quickly. He took us both away in a car to a secluded spot. I don't remember where. He gave the shovel to Darrin and told him to dig my grave. I ended up grabbing that shovel and beat the shit out of the man. Both Darrin and I ran away until we got to a fence. I jumped over it easily but Darrin was stuck. The man caught up to Darrin but I was already free. I never thought I'd hear his voice."

"He told you to go," you say.

"He was a kid," Tommy cries.

"So were you."

"Was Call in the back with you?"

"No, he was in the front."

"He got the keys to let him free. He rode in the front. Why wasn't he locked up?"

"Maybe Call wasn't a victim."

Something clicks in your head and you gasp.

"Call's father was the Hollow Creek Killer."

Tommy isn't going to be much use to you anymore so you and Hotch go back to the station to tell everyone else this revelation.

"His own kid? No wonder he was never claimed," Rossi scoffs when he hears the news.

"How did the father explain how his son just disappeared?"

"He could have said he ran away."

"His mother would have reported him missing," JJ says.

"Then maybe he said the boy died."

"She'd want a funeral," JJ shakes her head.

"What if there wasn't one? Morgan, call Garcia. Ask her to check death records from 1969 to 1975."

"For who?" Derek asks Hotch.

"For the mother." Derek calls Penelope and asks her for the death records, and she works quickly to grab that information. "You got it?"

"It's a long list. A really long list."

"Can you narrow it down?"

"Six years is a long time. I need more parameters."

"She lived within that eight-mile radius, was married, was most likely in her twenties, he was probably her only kid, and the husband drove a red truck."

"Okay, this could be one," Penelope says as he types. "Here we go. I have Doris Jarvis. She died in childbirth."

"Let me guess. She had a boy?"

"Yeah. So Doris Jarvis was married to Bill Jarvis. He owned a machine shop just outside the city."

"That could be the secondary location," Spencer says.

"It closed in 1980. He hasn't done anything since. I guess he laid low. He had a red pickup until 1976 when he bought a black one. I know that because that's what he was driving when he was arrested for DUIs. He was locked up from '77 to '80, and I'm sending his picture now."

Penelope sends a picture of what Darrin's father looks like. Yeah, he looks like a serial killer.

"That could definitely be Darrin's father."

"Where is Jarvis now?"

"In the same house. 1457 Hitchens Avenue."

"Let's go," Hotch announces.

By the time you get to Jarvis' house, Lieutenant Mitchell, his team, and SWAT are already here. Darrin Call is inside the house with Ryan which is why they're not busting the door down.

"Lieutenant," you say when you get there.

"The kid's in there. We've got this. Tactical teams are covering the exits."

"Call needs a distraction."

"He's focused on the old man."

"Yeah, for now, but we're gonna have to figure out the safest way to get that kid out."

"I've got a team in the back and one on the way. We're going to infiltrate."

"If you do that, someone is going to die."

"It'll either be Call or a child murderer. Flip a coin," the Lieutenant scoffs.

"It doesn't have to end like that. If we get a confession out of Jarvis, he goes away and Call gets his answers. No one else has to die." You happen to look over at your team and see Hotch walk past the barricade without his FBI vest on. He's going in there unarmed and unprotected. "Hotch? Hotch!!"

You jump to stop him but Rossi holds you and Derek back from going after him.

"What the hell is he doing?!" Derek gasps.

"Let him go."

"Rossi! I'm not letting him go in there solo."

"We have to trust him."

Waiting for something to happen is like a ticking time bomb. You're not sure what is going to happen. Hotch could get very hurt in there without protection, but you have to trust him. Hotch manages to bring Call to the window but SWAT doesn't have a shot on him yet.

"Do you have the shot?" Lieutenant Mitchell asks.

"Negative."

"Damn it. What's he doing?"

Whatever Hotch is doing must be working because the front door opens and Ryan runs out fearfully. One of the SWAT members grabs him and takes him to safety behind the line of police cars.

"Let's get Hotch out of there,"

"That's his call," Rossi says.

Two long minutes pass before you hear three gunshots ring out from inside. You don't care if he wants to be alone or not. You're going in now. You, Emily, and Derek take off running into the house with your guns raised. Jarvis is dead but Hotch and Darri are fine. Hotch is handcuffing Darrin to take him away.

"What the hell happened?" you ask.

"I couldn't stop him."

Hotch escorts Darrin out of the house without an ounce of guilt on his face. He's not guilty because he let it happen. He's acting recklessly because of his own feelings toward Foyet which is pissing you off. You wait until you're back at the BAU to confront him about his behavior. Hotch is alone in his office when you approach it.

"Hey, do you have a minute?"

"I'm not in the mood for company right now."

"I don't care." You walk inside and shut the door behind you. Hotch looks up at you in shock but you continue before he has a chance to respond. "Look. I know how much pain you're in. I can feel it as if it were my own. If you hadn't turned down Foyet's deal, then he wouldn't have gone after Hayley and Jack and they would be safe right now. I get the guilt you're feeling because I've been there. You have no idea how guilty I've felt for a decision I've made and how it would affect the ones I love. Now, you're obsessing over trying to find him so your family can be safe but guess what, you're not alone. You have an entire team--family--here to help you. Foyet will get caught but you can't blame yourself for not knowing what was going to happen when you turned down his deal. You once told me not to blame myself when that car bomb went off because I couldn't have known. The same thing goes for you. I understand you miss your family but you have another one right here to help you through it. Use them but don't disrespect them."

"I understand," he nods. "Thank you."

Hotch understands the weight of your words. His response might not feel sincere but you know he means it when he says he understands. He knows how he's been feeling and vows to himself that he will do better.

Frank paces the inside of his empty apartment quickly. The only pieces of furniture he has in there are an inflatable mattress, a dingy nightstand he got at a thrift store, and a TV that sits on it. He's not going to be here for much longer so why would he try and furnish this apartment? It's a month-to-month contract that he can renew at any time, so he only bought out two months.

He has to stick around to see how this is going to play out with you. He went through all the trouble to get you in trouble so why would he leave before he knows you're going to take the fall for this? He's been living here for the past few weeks in hopes that something will progress with the police.

So far, nothing much has happened.

"How's it going out there?" Frank's wife asks.

"It's complete bullshit. The police are so fucking slow. I practically have to do their jobs for them. I talked to a few more officers and told them everything besides her fucking name. If they don't figure it out, I'm gonna have to think of something else."

"When are you coming home?" his wife pouts.

"I'm gonna have to spend another month here." She groans in protest but he's quick to shut that down. "Clarissa, don't."

"I can't handle the kids by myself."

Frank sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Call Rob. He owes me a favor anyway."

"Are you sure? He's worse than you."

"I don't care. He will do what needs to be done. It's only for a month, anyway."

"Fine. Hurry home."

"Listen, there's something else. I gave my real name to the police."

"What were you thinking?"

"I'm not a fucking idiot, Clarissa. I didn't give them my last name. I told them it was Livingston."

"You're playing it too close. Someone is going to get caught. What if they show up at our front door? All the work we've done?"

"Hey, we've evaded the police for this long, and we'll do it some more."

"What if Y/N finds out who we are?" Clarissa asks after a pause.

"Y/N claims she has this gift that can read right through people," Frank chuckles. "If that were true, she'd have figured out who we were a long time ago. Let me worry about Y/N."

"Fine."

"I'll call you in a few days."

Frank hangs up before his wife can say anything else.

Ah, Y/N, my most prized possession.

"There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man." - Polybius

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Atomic Ask Bomb 3!!

We got a shorter one this time around! I hope everyone's evening is going well!

Content Warning: Long-ish, Discussions of Ableism + Queerphobia, Weird Cronus Moment™.

Same. I'd read a fanventure about that, I think.

Like, I don't personally believe WV would be allergic to being a mentor or something of a father figure, but I do have to wonder the level to which he was wigged out by the way that Dave and Karkat treat him, because Dave in particular imprints on him in a way that is... Kind of strange.

The later portions of Homestuck really baby WV. It's upsetting.

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Easy. The actual things wrong with them.

A lot of the discourse surrounding them is fabricated, or has such poor priorities it might as well be fabricated. Most critical conversations about them surrounds things people just made up over the course of years of mythologizing their #Problematicness.

For Example: Most of the discourse surrounding why Horuss had problematic writing had to do with how he was "Bad Otherkin Representation", when the real issue was the fact that Hussie was conflating Being Otherkin with having a Dissociative Disorder, and in turn saying both of them are the exact same level of Fake And Gay for the exact same reason, because to Hussie they were the same thing. To this day, people get startled every time I point out that Horuss is canonically a System despite him bringing it up just as regularly as he does being Therian. Those are totally wack priorities.

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...That's scary... I don't even have words...

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LOL. The Lost Weeaboos was a Grade A bit. Thank you Aranea, very cool.

Honestly, I don't even count Cronus as a "facade character", because it's not like he's making any efforts to hide jack shit. It's been... Interesting, watching several people refer to "his facade" lately, when, like... What are they talking about, honestly? He's pretty bold-faced about his whole deal. This isn't really a Dave situation where you could be capable of falling for it when you're younger, because Cronus couldn't be doing a worse job at "hiding" how awful he is. He's not even trying, because he knows he can get away with it. What are the other Alphas gonna do? Leave?

Hope you're having a good time!! The Alpha Trolls may be a Trash Heap, but they are my Trash Heap.

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There comes a point where it's almost comedic how unaware people are of it... Like, what do you mean you know he's a Horse Therian but not that he's a System? He literally calls himself the Host of a System and talks about Switching. IN THOSE TERMS. He's not even obfuscating it by using some esoteric Troll terminology, he is LITERALLY using the words "Host", "System", and "Switching".

It's painful. I know this is a moment befitting of an XKCD comic, but... Jeez. You'd think these things would both be on the same level of common knowledge, considering how they're traits that are directly related to each other and given equal amounts of screen time, but nope!

Unfortunately, it is a situation where this is relevant. Sad!

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All characters will become AroSpec and/or ASpec with the help of my Beam Attack.

... Except for Cronus. It's just not funny when it's him. Due to The Themes. It's not fun to headcanon a character as any minority when a huge part of their character is that they pretend to be minorities for Pity Points to eventually cash in for Sex. Ew. Making him literally anything other than Just Cronus plays directly into so many vile Queer stereotypes it's insane. Those are stereotypes that have gotten people actually genuinely killed. Just... Ew. Gross.

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Best Of The Worst Pt.2

Han Hyeongjun Summary: You spilled the queen's secret. Now what will Hyeongjun do with that information? (non-idol au) WC:~1k Warning:none

part 1

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“Good enough?” You checked. Hyeongjun runs his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

“How did you get this information?” he asked. 

“Very unfortunate timing,” you answered. Hyeongjun looks at the dejected look on your face and chuckles. 

“Keep talking,” he tells you.

“I was doing my daily chores. I was heading out to take in the laundry, but instead I walked right into the blacksmith talking to the queen about how he has the right to see his son,” you explained. 

“You call that unfortunate timing? Knowing that secret gives you so much power,” he says. 

“No, it got me locked in a wooden crate and thrown off a waterfall. The queen ordered to have me killed!” you ranted angrily. 

“Oh honey, you should have threatened her with the secret before she could even think about disposing you,” he mocked you. 

“Sorry I’m not an evil person like you, so I don’t know much about doing stuff like that,” you sassed him back. 

“Should I teach you then?” he offered. Your brows knitted together in confusion. 

“Teach me?” you questioned. 

“Yes, teach you. You must want some type of revenge right? She did try to kill you,” he notes. 

“As upset as I am about that. I really just want to live my life peacefully. I’m free from the castle, so I should take the chance to start a new life,” you state.

“You’re so boring!” Hyeongjun leaned back dramatically. “The queen tried to take your life! Scare her a bit!” He said manically. You could literally see the crazy in his eyes. 

“You can scare her if you want. I should get going now,” you say. 

“Go where exactly? You lived in the castle as a maid didn’t you? You have nowhere to go.”

“Why do you care? I’ll figure it out,” you tell him. You started to walk in your way. 

“Let’s go see the blacksmith.” Hyeongjun swung his arm around your shoulder . To which you smack his hand. 

“Let go of me.” You walk out of his grasp. “Why would I go with you anyway?” You continued to walk. Once more Hyeongjun came up to you, but this time he linked his arm with yours instead of putting it around your shoulders. 

“You don’t have anywhere else to go anyway. Come with me.” He pulled you along by your linked arm. 

“We had a deal,” you reminded, pausing your footsteps. 

“Yes we did and you said if I didn’t think the secret was good enough I could kill you or whatever I fancy,” he pointed. 

“So? You were clearly interested in it. That means I can go on my way.” You tried to pull your arm from his, but he held it in place. 

“I never said it was good enough.” He tauntingly turned his head to the side. “But I don’t feel like killing you, which leaves whatever I fancy,” he smirked. 

“And you fancy me seeing the blacksmith with you?” you say. 

“Quick catch.” He winked at you. “Now come on.” He pulled you along again. 

The journey to the blacksmith was weird to say the least. It was mostly quiet, with little words exchanged between the two of you. However it was still very unnerving. You felt as if at any second Hyeongjun could turn around and kill you. Not to mention the fact that his arm never left yours. The whole way your arms were linked at the elbows. Everytime you tried to slip yours out of the hold, Hyeongjun would hold your arm tighter. 

When you arrived at the village Hyeongjun finally let your arm be free of his grasp. Only to then be covered in his long coat. 

“What are you doing?” you questioned. 

“You’re dressed like a maid. You stick out too much,” he justified. You would never admit it, but he did have a point. You being spotted when you're supposed to be dead certainly wouldn’t be a good thing. 

“Let’s just hurry and find the blacksmith,” you grumbled, pulling Hyeongjun’s jacket closed to hide your apparel. You can’t help but smell the waft of Hyeongjun’s scent from his jacket. It was woody with a bit of ash and something you're not quite sure of.

Soon enough you arrived at the blacksmith’s shop. Once you entered the shop Hyeongjun pulled the big double doors closed behind the two of you with a loud bang. 

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing!” The blacksmith yelled.

“Do you want to see your son or not?” Hyeongjun got straight to the point. The backsmith looked at Hyeongjun perplexedly before his eyes fell onto you. 

“You’re the maid from this morning right?” he asked you. 

“Yes.” You let go of the fabric of Hyeongjun’s jacket, revealing your maid outfit. 

“What are you doing here?” he questioned. 

“The queen tried to kill them for knowing about the prince’s real bloodline, so I’m gonna show them how to get revenge,” Hyeongjun answered. 

“I never agreed to-”

“Whatever I fancy.” Hyeongjun cut you off. 

“Wait. You can’t keep-” 

“I’ll just kill you then,” he cut you off again. 

“But our deal is over-”

“It’s over when I say it’s over. You should have made the conditions on ‘whatever you fancy’ more clear.” Hyeongjun smirks at you. You sigh. For a second you momentarily forgot that Hyeongjun wasn’t a good guy either. You should have expected that he would find a way to screw you too. Although you guess it’s better than someone actively trying to kill you, but it still sucked. 

“Oh come on honey, don’t glare at me like that,” he said with a pout.

“Hate to step in on your little moment, but you asked me if I wanted to see my son,” the blacksmith interrupted. 

“Ah yes that. Well the whole village will know that he’s not the king’s blood soon, so he’ll probably want to know who his real dad is,” Hyeongjun discloses. 

“Hyeongjun no. The queen will really have me dead if word gets out,” you refused.

“She already thinks you’re dead. All you have to do is watch her go insane over the news and enjoy it.” You can see the crazy light up in his eyes.

part 1

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