#english is not my main language so i am sos sorry if something is wrong even though i checked like 100 times :

[anundyingfidelity]

ONE BED? – Usopp x female reader

Summary: the crew just arrived to a new island and decide to pass the night in a comfy inn. Your bedroom only has one bed... and Usopp in it.

Word count: 0.9k.

Warnings: none I can think of, just the cliché one-bed-prompt yay. And sorry for any mistakes, English is not my main language.

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GEN MASTERLIST!

Spending a lot of time with these people on a ship helped you to get used to all of them - their triggers, their routines, traditions, and a lot of stuff. You even got used to the little to no privacy of the ship, so none of you really opposed to share rooms once you arrived.

The inn was warm, small but seemed perfect for one night. And Luffy cheered everyone to accept and stay to sleep in a comfortable bed for just once in a while. You and the crew agreed to it, having a good rest sounded great and being honest, you needed it.

Nami picked a room to stay with Luffy, meanwhile Zoro just shrugged it off to share with Sanji - hopefuly they will not kill each other until the next day - and that left you and Usopp last. The only room available was for you and the other captain.

"That's fine for me," you said. Usopp grinned and the crew made their way to the second floor of the inn to find your rooms. The keys were given to you, so you took the lead, passing by Nami and Luffy, who had their room near the stairs, and finally Zoro and Sanji crossed the door in complete silence and with poker-faces.

You opened the door of the last room available and made your way inside, with Usopp following behind your back. It seemed nice, but something caught your attention. With wide eyes you noticed there was only one bed. One. Bed. For you. And Usopp.

No, this couldn't be.

You left the room immediately and ran on the aisle, until you checked that Nami and Luffy had two beds of their own. The orange-haired girl closing the door was the last thing you saw.

Quickly, you made it to the next door and opened the room without knocking. That was such a wrong move to make. Sanji was standing so close to the swordsman, and had grabbed Zoro's shirt between his strong hands, and it didn't look like he was straighting it.

"What?" the smooth voice of Zoro helped you to get out of your trance.

"Sorry, just checking. You're doing great," was all you said before closing the door again. Yeah, they could survive the night.

You came back to your room, where Usopp was already waiting, with his lips curved softly.

"So... I think you should take it."

"What?"

"The bed, you need to sleep in it," Usopp encouraged without even asking.

That certainly calmed down the strange sensation in your stomach. Of course, if there have been two beds there wouldn't be a problem. But just one it felt too intimate.

Why did you feel like this in the first place? It wasn't like you never shared a room with any of the boys before, you were used to that. However, now it felt different and time suddenly stopped. His eyes looked at you lovingly, as always, waiting for your answer.

"Sure, thank you Usopp."

Both of you started to prepare the bed and he would take some blankets and a pillow for the night. And then your mind started to wonder.

Usopp had been taking care of you since you joined the crew. He had been kind, helpful and loved teaching you new things. You also loved hearing his pirate stories, made up or not, they brightned your days. Usopp brightned your life.

And you thought Usopp should rest well, just like you. This meant nothing, right?

"Usopp, I can't do this to you," you started. "Sleep with me-" and you realised how wrong that sounded. "I mean- sleep here on the bed too. All of us are tired, and-and I think you need to rest as much as I do."

Usopp thought your stuttering was cute, and a smile curved on his lips.

"My lady, I am grateful," he made a small reverence, causing your laugh to fill the room. "You can pick your side."

His humor and words made you feel at ease. You got yourself comfortable, taking off your shoes and loosing your clothes a little. Chosing the left side of the matress, Usopp followed soon after, taking off his boots and using a pillow to make a small division between both of you.

Surprisedly, sleep found you soon enough. Maybe in minutes. There was no need to turn your back to him, you felt at home and the warmth of his body lying down peacefuly by your side helped to calm down the cold of the night you were feeling before.

When it dawned, you felt a familiar touch on your hip, your head lying on something that wasn't your pillow. Blinking a couple of times, you noticed yourself resting on Usopp's chest. How you ended up like this, passing through the pillow barrier was unknown to you.

But it felt nice. Taking a glance to his face, he looked quiet, in peace after many nights sleeping in the hammocks of the ship. His breathing was serene, chest going up and down, and you could hear his heart beating as you felt his hand on your hip.

"Morning, beautiful," Usopp called with a raspy voice, making you giggle.

"Good day, captain."

You spet some more time like this, just talking and lying down together as if you have done it many times before. It felt good, and now you knew why you got flustered around him.

You loved him. As much as he loved you.

You made sure to thank the gods for giving just one bed to stay the night.

#usopp x reader #usopp x you #usopp x y/n #usopp x female reader #opla usopp x reader #opla usopp x you #op!la usopp x reader #opla usopp imagines #opla imagine #opla fanfiction #opla fluff #usopp i love you #opla scenarios #opla usopp x female reader #one piece live action

[matrixbearer2024]

Hello! I just found your amazing writing, and I am utterly in love with the way you write Vox in the college!Reader AU! Your writing really gives life to the characters and its world!

The relationship between Reader and Vox seems so chaotic and funny!

I have a question about the messages. Do they have the "seen" mark? Because I just thought about Reader going through a blackout on their town due to intense rain or something and Vox just not being able to send any messages anymore.

It's not even Reader not answering the messages. Just the messages not reaching them and Vox going full panic because how will he reach Reader now?

Sorry if I wrote anything wrong, English isn't my main language.

Have a good day/night!

Hahahaha it's okay! I don't think I've really expounded on it in the AU but Vox literally being stuck connected to Reader's devices means they don't really need internet to chat! As long as those said devices have power(like let's say a fully charged phone) they can message each other without using the web and just going through the App Vox made. The messages do have a 'seen' function but I didn't think to mention it cuz- as you guys might've noticed- the TV man is terminally online and tends to answer straight away when you chat him up. You on the other hand just check to see if the notification was from his app before you answer- or you just forget to open it because you were busy doing stuff.

I'm really glad you like my series anon! I hope you stick around as I just grow the world and write about it more :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series #Lmao #Vox would probably just be like: eugh rain #you forget he's not waterproof sometimes #Do you clean your face using windex?? #It's a hilarious conversation for sureeee #though you have a buddy to help deal with the boredom until the power comes back

[luckytidbit]

Food for thought.

Ok so I've seen an anonymous ask on someone’s blog recently about people being rude in the unwind community, (which first of all, if you’re being rude, shame on you.) I've seen mention of, actually no I’ll take it verbatim. “I like scrolled by multiple of peoples posts and fics about like theories and stuff, and most of them have people getting mad over them or feeling the need to prove it wrong? Like I get it, but it's just an idea 😭”  This community is pretty small and I haven’t seen any other unwind theory posts lately (Unless this person is talking about ao3, I’m not on there.), so I’m left to assume this ask is about the “Connor’s brain coping after his unwinding theory.” And the reblog I left on it, so let’s break that down shall we?

Personally, I grew up on Film and Game Theory so I’ve never seen debunking a theory as something that’s rude, just a part of a community helping another have the correct facts. Which by the way, @korokeea, if I’ve upset you, I am deeply sorry, it was never my intention to do so. My reblog was supposed to be seen as playful banter. (Side note, dream endings are very amateur, don’t do them unless you know what you’re doing. Even I wouldn’t do them, (I think I’m amateur anyway <:D.))

Also wanted to add that I should be using tone indicators, and that also I’ve seen examples of people whose first language isn’t English not understanding Western satire, so my apologies if I’ve confused you.

Now that I’ve addressed the main point, there was also something else I wanted to bring up.

This is obviously a parody of LIVE SLUG REACTION I used to add to my reblogs of Conland content (Connor x Roland), I also might have confused people doing this. I don’t think Conland is anyone’s cup of tea, personally, I see it as a crack ship that lives rent-free in my head, but I can understand how I could’ve confused someone. I honestly do like A Dog With A Bird At Your Door A Lot, even if the notes say “I hate gay people.” (Like, C’mon now Kuromi.)

Honestly, I came here to create art and not be judged for it, I have one to two irl friends that I see almost daily. The rest of it are just classmates that will turn on me the moment I say something that doesn’t fit their dialogue. (If you get what I’m saying, I have to say the right thing or they’ll look at me funny.) I’m honestly super stressed and pretty prone to anxiety right now, graduation, prom, removal of wisdom teeth via going under (anaesthesia), you name it! So you can see why I find a great sense of escapism in Tumblr.

Lastly, I wanted to say that in this community it is almost impossible to create micro-communities because of our small size. You CANNOT be vague or make inside jokes because almost everyone follows each other. On the original ask post that I first talked about, the responder mentioned a “that one guy” and my poor mutual @bopeisdope thought they could be that one guy. (Which is completely wrong, she and @lazysailor are the sweetest people I have ever met here. Oof sorry side tangent.)

Anyway If you made it through this thing, thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

#I’m aware I’m being a hypocrite by being vague #But think we all know who made that post #I’m still gonna be hella active on here #When you stop being vague you’re free to come at me fuckers #lol no #I don’t need more stress in my life #unwind dystology #unwind #apology

[peachesofteal]

i don’t usually interact with others on tumblr this much so i am sorry if i say the wrong thing or do this incorrectly,but the most recent part of simple math completely broke me in the best way

it’s such a tragic view into buns trauma and yet it is almost like a ray of light in her life as she slowly opens up

the line “he promises to beat them out of you” just changed my view of the story and of bun as a character completely and it just make me imagine so many different scenarios on how this could have affected her view of the family the boys have built, it just changed my view of all the mentions of bun wanting something like that and changes my perspective of her interactions with penny, specially part 7 scene if i remember correctly

this was truly an amazing part that just makes me want to see more of the way you have built these characters and theirs stories with each other, specially now that bunny will be living with simon and penny

you have truly written an amazing piece that i just can get enough of, it’s kind of difficult for me to get attached to fics but for me, simple math feels like more than just a fic the i read from time to time, you have made me love and see these characters in a completely different way than i did so previously

english is not my main language so i’m sorry if it’s hard to understand what i said, but i adore your writing, thank you for giving us the opportunity to enjoy it<3

I'm so glad you sent this because I was really hoping that line would make readers look differently at the moments when Bun is around Penny. Especially in Part Seven. It's her first real interaction with Pen and we see her inner thoughts really working to build some kind of barrier, sense of control or calm, rationality, in regard to how she feels when she holds their baby. She coaches herself to think of Pen as a patient, and her hands are sweating when Johnny says the baby likes her.

Thank you so much for reading and your kind words. I'm so happy you're enjoying it. I am working really hard at weaving these characters together without forcing it, and laying groundwork for future chapters, which is a lot of fun for me and it's so cool when I get asks like these. Thanks!

#tw domestic violence #simple math

[yanderecrazysie]

Hi! I was wondering could you make a Yandere! Oikawa x Reader? but in FNAF AU :))

where the Reader would be the new night guard at Freddy Fazbear and she accidentally found a broken animatronic that were actually filled with Oikawa's ghost. (basically Oikawa is William Afton or smth)

*sorry for my bad English, english isn't my first language :(*

The FNAF movie was freaking amazing- my husband watched it twice. I hope this turned out okay, I struggled to find a way to make this work. Some things might be off, since I don’t know everything about the games.

This turned out really long, so I had to rush the end a little.

Title: To Spring a Trap

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, FNAF AU, implied murder, swearing, Oikawa is literally William Afton

Summary: Your new job at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza attracts someone’s attention.

Part 2: here

spring a trap

/phrase/

capture someone or something (such as an animal or criminal) with a trap

The pay is awful and the hours are downright terrible, but it’s your only option in such a competitive job market.

You had never pictured yourself as a security guard and, if it weren’t for the hiring manager’s insistence that nothing ever happens at night, you wouldn’t have taken the job. 

“It’s just that teenagers could break in if we leave the place empty,” the manager had explained, “No one’s ever tried to break in when we have a security guard on duty.”

The pizzeria used to be a broken-down mess, until the new owners got ahold of it and reopened it to the public. You had heard all sorts of rumors about why it closed down, but the main theory was that there had been murders many years ago (long before you were born) and the place had shut down because of the tragedy.

You couldn’t tell that the pizzeria had ever been a rotting, crumbling mess. You had taken your niece and nephew to visit several times and the place was always alive with bright colors and noise. The rainbow ball pit was your niece’s favorite and your nephew loved the arcade games. The three of you would eat pizza and watch the four animatronics on their respective stages, singing along to the music blasting from the speakers. Chica the chicken with her “Let’s Eat” bib, Bonnie the bunny with his electric guitar, Foxy the pirate fox (your nephew’s absolute favorite) peeking out from behind his curtains, and, of course, center-stage, Freddy Fazbear with his microphone held up to his smiling mouth.

It was a charming place that you found amusing enough to not check out completely while watching your nephew and niece. Kids sure loved it- there always seemed to be at least one kid celebrating their birthday each time you visited. 

It was completely different at night.

The pizzeria was eerily silent, devoid of laughing children, music, and arcade noises. The stage lights were off, casting unnerving shadows across the animatronics’ faces. Everything felt wrong about this place and you’re not sure you can ever see it the same way. You rubbed the goosebumps on your arms, willing your chills to go away.

An arcade machine turned on suddenly, a whirl of colored lights and loud music, and you jumped about a foot in the air. It turned off again and, clutching your chest, you made your way to the security office.

It’s a cramped room, with only enough room for a chair to pull out between the wall and the desk. TV screens showed the different camera angles from both outside and inside the restaurant. You looked closely at the outdoor cameras, pleased to see no movement on any of them. Taking a seat on the plastic white chair, you pulled yourself up to the desk. It’s a little too tall compared to the chair, and the desk came up nearly to your shoulders because of it.

By 4 am, your eyes were growing heavy. You’re bored out of your mind, even though you know that an uneventful night is a good one. It’s all you could do to keep awake. 

To keep from falling asleep, you decided to stretch your legs. The silent pizzeria was as creepy as it was before, and you found yourself gravitating to the show button, hesitantly pressing it. The stage sprang to life, a song from the ‘80s playing through the speakers. The animatronics swivel around, back and forth, Freddy’s microphone raised as though he’s the singer of the old song.

You amused yourself by watching the animatronics move around on the stage, wishing you knew the lyrics to the song, so you could sing along. Despite your nerves, a warm smile spread across your face. 

It wasn’t long before your attention drifted and you decided to explore. The kitchen was all shiny metal, with one counter clearly having missed cleaning time, bits of sticky dough dried on the silver surface. The next room you checked was a storage closet and you left that one quickly, unable to stand the extra animatronic heads with their empty, eyeless stare.

The last door you got to was locked. You grabbed your skeleton key and turned it in the lock. There’s a click, indicating it had unlocked, but the door remained stuck. Your brow furrowed and you pushed it harder. Before long, you were putting your shoulder into it. You can’t explain why, but you’ were drawn to this room. You needed to see what’s inside.

The door finally opened and you stumbled inside. It’s dark inside and you immediately searched for a light switch. The lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling clicked on, and you found what appears to be another closet. The room was empty, except for one thing.

It’s either an animatronic or one of the old springlock suits. You could barely tell it’s a rabbit in its ripped, rotten form. The fur was matted and off-color, with spots that looked suspiciously like blood around the ribs.

Suddenly, you sensed a presence. As if someone had just walked into the room. You whirled around, but you saw no one, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. 

“Hey, cutie!” A playful, masculine voice sounds somewhere near your left ear. You scream- you’re not ready to face vandals or thieves on your first day on the job!

But there’s no one on your left either. 

As soon as you began to think you imagined the voice, it talked to you again, “It’s been a long time since someone came into my room. Who are you?”

Your heart threatens to pound right out of your chest, “Y-you first!”

The voice laughed. It’s a handsome, sweet laugh that sets you at ease. There’s no malice in it.

“My name is Oikawa Tooru, I guess you could say I’m a ghost.”

You had always believed in ghosts, so this wasn’t too much of a shock to you, but it was still frightening to face one in real life. “Can you show yourself?”

“Anything for you, cutie.” Oikawa chuckled. Slowly, a pearly white figure comes into view, standing in front of the broken rabbit suit. He had naturally windswept hair and a sweet, welcoming smile. “Now, your name?”

You tell him your name and he purrs, “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Heat blossomed in your cheeks and you hoped your embarrassment doesn’t show. He’s charming through and through, but there’s something to him you can’t explain. He seemed lonely, as though he’s been without human interaction for so long.

Your watch beeped, signaling the end of your shift. You jolted a little, brought out of your reverie. “I- I have to go,” you explained, pointing at your watch awkwardly.

“I understand,” Oikawa smiled sadly, “But you’ll visit me tomorrow, won’t you?”

“Of course!” You found yourself saying immediately, and you meant the words. You’d never met a ghost before, especially not one that was such a handsome, charming man. It was embarrassing to admit, but you were quickly developing a crush on this ghost you’d just met, and you scolded yourself for your thoughts.

That crush only grew over the next month or so. You continually visited the storage room with the off-yellow rabbit and Oikawa’s spirit. The two of you talked for hours, and you felt guilty for barely checking the cameras or patrolling.

Maybe that’s the reason your curiosity got the better of you. You decide to look up Oikawa’s name, to see how he died and who he was in life. One quick Google search brought up way more results than you could have ever imagined.

Owner Oikawa Tooru apologizes to families of missing children. 

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza shut down by owner Oikawa Tooru.

But worst of all: Oikawa Tooru, owner of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, murder suspect of four missing children. 

There were tears in your eyes when you confronted him the next night, “Did you kill those children? Tell me the truth!”

Oikawa’s pearly white face twists in thought, clearly trying to find an answer that you’ll accept. You had already made up your mind, though, and you find yourself yelling at him.

“How could you? You killed four innocent children! And then you apologize to their families for them going missing? They never even got bodies to bury!”

Oikawa let out a little laugh at that, “Yes, that’s one of my more ingenious ideas. No one would think to look where I hid them.”

To hear him confirm it sent a dagger through your heart. Disgusted, you spit out, “I’m glad you’re dead, you evil bastard.”

Oikawa merely smiled back at you, “Careful what you say, cutie.”

You flung the door open, prepared to leave and lock him up for eternity in the damned closet where he belonged, the closet you should have never forced open in the first place. 

You stop dead when you find all four animatronics blocking your path. “What the hell?”

Chica’s arms shot out and grabbed your waist tightly. You let out a scream and tried to squirm out of her grasp, but she easily lifted you into the air.

Oikawa chuckled from behind you and you craned your head to look at him. He gives you a little shrug and malicious grin, “Sorry, cutie, but I got attached to you. Can’t have you leaving quite yet.”

“What are you going to do?” You gasped, kicking out at Chica as she began to carry you away.

“Don’t worry, (Y/n), it’ll be over soon. Death doesn’t hurt much.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!! #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere oikawa #oikawa tooru

[fairysoobx]

'i just want to keep you safe'

pairing: yeonjun x gn!reader. genre: suggestive; friends to lovers? summary: yeonjun picks up his best friend from the party he told them not to go to. their fight transforms into a heated making out session in yeonjun's car. requested: yes. warnings: cursing, heavy making out session, giving hickeys and all that jazz nothing too crazy tho. word count: 2,4K a/n: english isn't my first language, it's also my first time writing a one shot in english so i'm sorry for mistakes. i also wasn't sure to not cross the line because many people have different approaches when it comes to writing suggestive stuff with txt so i hope i kept it as pg as i could.

you were sitting silently in the passenger seat, playing with your fingers, feeling the overwhelming tension between you and your friend. yeonjun was also silent, you would say he was just focused on driving, but his mind wandered all over the place intensively.

he was mad at you, that was pretty obvious. you promised him you wouldn't go to seokhee's party, he has warned you about this guy many times. and even after that you decided to go anyways. you weren't sure if you just wanted to prove something to your friend or to make him jealous but you definitely made him angry. you wondered how long could he remain silent.

"are you still mad?" you asked, afraid of looking at him. but instead of getting a response, you heard silence. you sighed quietly, knowing you've fucked up, but what is already done can't be undone and you had to face the consequences of your actions.

"can you talk to me?" you tried again, this time looking at yeonjun. you now were able to see how tense were his jaw muscles trying not to lose his shit.

"i will talk to you when you start listening to me" he responded, his voice, very harsh, which you rarely heard from yeonjun but if you did, it made you feel some certain way. you weren't sure if it was because of how intimidating or how hot you thought it was.

"yeonjun stop acting like a child, it wasn't even that serious" you said in your defense, feeling the need to calm boy down. but even the look of his side profile told you that it didn't calm him down a bit. it did quite the opposite. his brow dropped down to his eyes, almost covering it completely and hands that were gripping on the steering wheel, tightened around it.

suddenly, you felt you body being pulled to the left, and before you noticed, yeonjun's car was standing turned off, on a dark sideroad. that's when you understood that boy suddenly took the nearest turn. you didn't want to make him any more mad and just the thought of it was scary enough for your hands to start shaking.

"i am the one acting like a child?" you finally heard his voice. you didn't dare to look at him again. "y/n i literally told you to stay away from seokhee, you know he does no good and the only thing on his mind is sex. and he doesn't care if you consent or not" you didn't see yeonjun's face now, but you knew how it looked from the tone of his voice. "and instead of listening to me, you went to his party and then had a nerve to call me to pick you up, don't you think i'm allowed to be fucking mad at you?!".

the silence filled the car once again. you were ashamed but you didn't want to admit that you were in the wrong. you didn't quite understand why your friend was so protective over you when it came to meeting other guys. it was almost like he didn't you to meet anyone except himself.

"i just don't get why you're making such a big deal out of this" you murmured, still playing with your fingers. you could hear a loud sigh leaving yeonjun's mouth.

"maybe i just want to keep you safe?" he said harshly, with an ignorant tone, almost like he didn't care at all. that's when you looked at him again. you couldn't see him, since you weren't on the main road anymore and there weren't any streetlights on the sideroad, but your eyes traced the details that were visible because of the dim light of the moon shining indirectly to the inside of the car.

you didn't understand what happened in your mind when you heard his words, but you felt something. you leaned towards the boy and that's when you finally met his gaze. you could feel his anger. but you also still felt the warmth that he always had in his eyes while looking at you.

"yeonjun i-" you didn't even get the chance to finish, because as soon as you opened your mouth, it had been shut by his own lips. those beautiful lips you had been staring at endlessly, sometimes thinking how would it be if your best friend had kissed you. and today was the day that you've finally found out. choi yeonjun kissed you. his left palm embraced your cheek, almost like he was afraid that you'd run away. but you didn't want to run at all.

your hand grasped on boy's wrist as a sign of your acceptance. you've wanted this for so long your mind wasn't able to difference if this was the reality or your dream. yeonjun's lips slightly opened, so you obediently followed him, repeating his actions. your lips started moving in a gentle, yet desperate movements. your friend's palm that was resting on your cheek, slowly moved to the back of your neck. the tips of his finger ran through your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

the sudden sensation caused you to lean closer to the boy. your lips hasn't detached for even a slightest second and the kiss has became more greedy with an increasing pace. it was almost like your lips were fighting, since both of you were angry at each other.

after some time, you felt the kiss literally taking your breath away, so you gently pulled boy away, causing the two of you to separate for a few centimeters. you took a deep breath, since you were so desperate for air. yeonjun chuckled quietly, hearing your loud breathing. choi moved, leaning back on the seat. you saw this different look in jun's eyes while he was watching you trying to get the air to your lungs. it made you feel this certain way again.

you were ready to come back to his lips but when he was so far away, it suddenly felt stressful to make a move for you. you were scared that it's already over and that he wouldn't want to kiss you anymore. you moved the hair from your face tucking it behind your ear and kept looking in boy's eyes, waiting for his word or anything. but it wasn't coming. you were so needy of his lips, you finally decided to take your stress and pride aside, and speak up.

"i want to kiss you more" you said confidently, which surprised your friend but also made a smirk appear on his face. he liked how much you needed his lips on yours.

"you're so needy" he laughed making you roll your eyes. "i will need you to come here then" he responded again, as confidently as you, but with a difference that he wasn't acting confident, he just was. you already knew he won in this game, because as he said that, you felt your confidence evaporate from your body. you looked at yeonjun, patting his thighs, not moving his gaze from you. you gulped loudly, swallowing your saliva. you wanted his lips and you were going to kiss it no matter what things you had to do for it.

you slowly leaned towards his seat, moving one of you legs to the drivers side. you almost stumbled on the gear shift, but as soon as your legs stood between yeonjun's, his hand moved to your waist and guided you to his thighs. you've finally sat down, facing your best friend. you were silently watching him, not sure what you're supposed to do. almost like you didn't move to his seat just to kiss him. his head was resting on the headrest, as he admired your beautiful face with a slight smile.

"what are you waiting for?" he asked quietly while his smile turned into a smirk, his eyes dropping to your lips. you could swear he was doing it all on purpose. you raised one of your brows and slowly started moving towards his face. you knew he was also getting impatient but you wanted to tease him. when your noses finally touched, he had already opened his mouth, waiting for you. you chuckled.

"and i am the needy one?" you whispered and your lips collapsed before he was even able to respond to your comment. but it didn't bother him as long as he could kiss you again. this kiss was even more desperate and greedy, if it was even possible. jun rested his hands on you thighs, gently squeezing them while your hands were laying on boy's arms, near the crook of his neck. you felt the tingling sensation on your lower lip, soon realizing it was yeonjun's tongue asking for permission to enter. you hesitantly opened your mouth, letting him in.

you weren't inexperienced but you didn't want to do anything stupid with yeonjun. you trusted him but you also didn't want to scare him away or come off as a complete idiot. jun seeing you doubting yourself and becoming tense, moved one of his hands to your face, parting from your lips for a second.

"just relax, you're safe with me" he whispered in your lips and brushed your cheek with his thumb. you smiled and nodded and immediately met his lips with your own. choi didn't waste no time and slid his tongue back into your mouth. you felt brave enough to repeat his actions and let him deepen the kiss. you felt the heat rising up, your cheeks were burning and the only thing you could think of was how good you felt.

yeonjun's another hand started genlty sliding on your thigh it was resting on, sending pleasant sensations through your body. with every minute you started getting more relaxed and confident. suddenly, an idea came to your mind. you weren't sure if your friend would like it but you decided to take the lead for a second and surprise him. you put pressure on boy's arms leading him to lean on the seat and give you better access. you felt he was slightly confused, but soon gave in. when he tilted his head to the back, you slowly wrapped your lips around his tongue and started sucking on it. you heard yeonjun humming in pleasure sending you vibrations, you thought reached even your brain.

you added motion, sending yeonjun on cloud nine. you could hear silent noises he made every time you moved your head making this situation even hotter. your ears detected a sound from the outside, but you didn't bother to open your eyes, you were in too much pleasure to be distracted now. you soon realized it started raining which only added vibe.

you've eventually let go of yeonjun's tongue which made him dissatisfied because a frown appeared on his face as soon as you moved back. he didn't want to let you go, so he immediately pulled you back to the kiss. you tilted your head, giving him better access and he deepened the kiss again. his hands traveled to your hips, pulling you closer to him and your own hands slid down to the back of his neck, gently wrapping it.

you felt yeonjun's teeth delicately grasping on your lower lip and pulling away to look at you. soon after he sucked on it, taking example from your earlier actions. you swore that you would let him do whatever he wanted to you, as long as it was as pleasant as it was right now. you heard him hum, content that it was giving him as much pleasure as it was giving you. suddenly, boy let your lip free and gently pressed a soft kiss on your jaw. you tilted your head more, and a sudden sigh left your lips.

"do you like that?" he asked, pressing another kiss right below your jaw. you were only able to hum in response which made him smirk once again. first kisses were short and gentle. but soon enough they became longer and more intense, making your brain completely blank out of pleasure. you started breathing heavily, losing your mind. you've never felt this good in your life. and who would've thought it would be your best friend making you feel this way?

you suddenly felt a sharp sensation on your neck which you, weirdly, liked. yeonjun bit your soft skin causing irritation but you didn't mind at all. the sensation on its own made another sound leave your mouth. you noticed he liked the sounds you were making cause he sighed or hummed every time he heard you. choi's lips finally stuck to your neck, as he started to suck on your skin and gently bite it.

"yeonjunnie" you whimpered, which you weren't even aware of, if it wasn't for the boy to look up at you. you felt embarrased for making so much noise and immediately blushed.

"do you want me to stop?" he asked looking at you with care. you blinked for a few times, not sure how to use brain anymore.

"no, please, do it again" you responded completely dumb at this point and saw yeonjun's bright smile in response.

your friend came back to your neck, and sucked on it again, leaving bruises on your flawless skin. your hand slid into his hair gently pulling it every time you felt this overwhelming pleasure. you opened your mouth desperately gasping for air, unable of normal breathing. yeonjun kissed every hickey he left on your beautiful neck and after he was done, he looked at you, smiling. both of you were breathing heavily, and both of you felt like the happiest, luckiest people on Earth. you kissed for the last time but this kiss wasn't rushed. it was the way you both wanted to tell each other how you feel.

that's when you heard a loud sound outside.you finally came back from cloud nine to the reality and noticed you're outside, in the middle of a thunder.

"i think we should go home" you suggested, smiling awkwardly, looking at him, your hands still at the back of his neck.

"your home or my home?" he joked, smiling back at you.

you laughed smacking his arm and shook your head in disbelief. he still was your yeonjun who made flirty jokes and was overly protective of you. but this time… he really was yours?

♡︎❀☆

aaah i hope you liked it, i feel like the ending is a bit off but i didn't want to force it and make it too long, i felt like describing yeonjun dropping reader off at their house and making this 'happy ending' would feel so out of place so i just ended it like this T-T hope it's fine tho!! hope you enjoyed you unholy fuckers:3

~ jules

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[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Heartless - a criminal minds episode\\part 2

part 1, part 3, masterlist

- english is not my first language please exuse any spelling or grammer mistakes.

- this case is made up

- it happens around the.. 6th season, i think? so the team is Hotch, dave, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ and reid

- it will end up being Reidxreader kinda, tho my main focous is to create a plot line for an episode with a (y\n) charecter.

- lmk what you think - i try to make the charectes as in charecter i can :)

As per Hotches orders, once they've landed Reid and dave went to the MEs office, to take a look at the bodies. (y\n), prentiss and JJ joined Hotch and Morgan at the local police station, tho when they arrived the 5 of them split up - Hotch and morgan setteled in the station and talked to the chief officer, while the rest started interviewing the ex-soon-to-be-wives. … "Mr. Clark, hello, i am SSA prentiss" Emily says, shaking his hand as she sat down. He is wearing his work uniforms - a polo shirt with the symbol of the garage he workes for and a pair of dirty jeans with stains that are probably impossible to remove.

"i am so sorry for your loss, i can't even imagine what you are going through. The guy who was sitting across from her nodded, "thank you" he smiles weakly, clearly forcing himself to keep a more profational deminor, thoe he wasn't sure why, "and please, call me Daniel. mr. Clark is my dad". Prentiss smiles at him, trying to be comforting. "well, Daniel, i have a few questions for you, this might be… not so easy to hear, so take a moment, if you feel like you need it" Emily says, taking a breath herself.

This guy was already heartbroken over his murderd fiance, and now she's about to ask him if there is any chance he was being cheathed on. What an awful way to learn your partner may have been unfaithful. "go on, i am ready for whatever it is. i just want to know who did this to my… to the love of my life" Daniel says, and so Emily asks the question she has to. "Daniel, were there ever any suspitions your fiance was cheating on you?"

… "Mrs. garisson, hey" JJ smiles at the poor woman sitting on the padded chair, eyes red and hair in a messy bun. She is wearing a nice enough dress, clearly attempting to look okay. Layla wipes away the tears streaming down her face. "Hey" she says in a weak voice. "my name is Jennifer Jeroue, i am here with the FBI, we came to investigate what happend to James". "Thank you" Layla says, "i- i heard there were others. Other ones who lost.. lost their Fiance, others that…" she tries to finish the senence but failes. Her cries are painful for JJ to hear.

"Jennifer… why him? of all the people…" Layle askes, "he is such a great guy, everyone…" she stops, realising she is talking in present, "liked him. He was always so kind, and nice…" she continues to talk, tripping on her words. JJ lookes at her, wondering how would she be able to break her heart all over again. "uhm, Layla, i have to ask you this question - don't take this in the wrong way, please, we are just trying to make sure we are covering all our bases…" JJ starts, tho finishing the sentence is proving itself to be harder than she thought it will be, "has anyone ever suspected that james was't loyal?"

…

"you must be with the FBI" Winnoa says, reaching her hand out for (y\n) to shake. She is wearing a simple yet complamating button up shirt coverd in stripes that matched the ones on her pants. (y\n) cleares their throat and shake the hand that was offered to them, "yes, hello, i am agent (y\l\n), but you can call me (y\n)". "Thank you for coming" Winnona says, "this… this is awful. I don't think something like that has ever happened in our town. "well, this is part of the reason we are here, to help the local police deal with these horrible crimes" (y\n) says, sitting down. "is there anyway i can help? i was already questioned by the officers here, but maybe you can see something they couldn't see in my answears" The woman says, despreat to be of help.

"Winnona, i am very sorry for what i am about to ask…" they start, but they find it hard to figure out a way to finish the sentence. "whatever it is, please" the woman across from them is begging, and so (y\n) clears their throat to ask, tho they end up bearly forming the sentence. "is there any chance… do you think that maybe.. well, Winnona, i am so very sorry - have you ever suspected Sean was being unfaithful?"

…

"Well, no, never. Fiona was a kind soul, she could bearly hurt a fly. i highly doubt she would ever do such thing" Daniel says, "Why would you even feel the need to ask me this question?" his tone was laced with anger, but rightfully so. Prentiss expected that reaction. "well, just making sure we are looking at all possible leads" She says, "Can you think of someone that may have suspected that Fiona wasn't a great match for you? anyone ever objected to your engagment?" she asks this, aware of the facy Daniel is getting more and more upset as more words leave her mouth.

…

"i really don't think so" Layla says, her tone calm but her eyes full of pain. "as i said, he is- was, a lovely man, we loved each other, we were soulmates" her voice breaks as the word 'soulmates' leaves her mouth, and the tears fill her eyes once again. JJ smiled at her a sad smile, "Well. is there any chance there was someone who didn't agree with you on that?" JJ askes. Layla's cries grow stronger, and JJ's need to comfort her wins her need to be profitional. she gets up to rest her hand on Layla's shoulder. The woman leans into JJ, crying, and JJ's heart breaks.

…

"i never suspected such thing" Winnona says, "but, uh, my friend did. he was staying long hours in the office, and my friend who works at a similar posetion claimed she was never asked to stay so long at the office, not at that rate at least. I asked him about that, and he said that her boss is probably just less harsh than his is, and that he only has eyes for me, and that will never change. than he got on one knee and asked if i'll allow him to spend the rest of my life with him. i belived him, and said yes. my friend wasn't very happy about that, but she ended up being supportive. she wanted me to be happy".

"okay, thank you" (y\n) says, sad smile on their face, unsure if this possible lead is a good thing or no. "agent, do you think he was cheating? was my friend right? is that what got him killed?" Winnona askes, but sadly (y\n) dosen't have an answer, so they just say "we'll let you know if we find something".

…

"Garcia is calling" Morgan calls out and Hotch, Prentiss, JJ and (y\n) follow him into the office the BAU took over for their time here. "hey there choclate thounder" Garcia's voice says from the other side of the line. "Baby girl, you are on speaker. Hotch, Prentiss, JJ and (y\l\n) are here with me. did you find any connection between the couples?" Derek says. "hey there you beautiful agents" Garcia said, "i called to let you know there is no overlap in the victimis wedding planning - they looked at different venues, checked out different caterings… even the photographeres they reached out to were different… but i mean, that has to be it, right? i mean, i looked at their socials - they all have privet accounts so i highly doubt that's how the unsub found out about the engagment" Garcia says.

"well, we suspect the unsub could be hunting cheaters, so try to find any hint of cheating in the victims life" (y\n) says. "look at their emails, try to find their profiles on, ugh, dating websites…" JJ says. "Winnona said her fiance worked late but a friend says there is no way he needed to work that many hours" (y\n) adds. "okay, i will get back to you with all the answears, no stone will be ledt unturned. Baby girl out" the beeping of the call being hung up came soon after Garcia's last words.

…

"well, all three bodies had their hearts missing - that you already know, but it seems the cause of death was strangulation, but not manual. I think its some fabric, since they all had fibers under their nails as if they were trying to rip it off them" the ME, dr. Roland, says what she gathered so far. "the mark on the guys is about 3.25 inches, which is the typical width of a tie" Reid says, and Dave looks at him, catching up to Reids idea. "he could be strangeling them with a tie, symbolising the tie they could have been wearing on their wedding day" Dave says, and the ME sqints. "The woman… her mark is… texured, in lack of a different word - could be a vail or a garter" she says, "she also seems to have been dead for at least some of the time he strangeled her". "So he was angrier with her, she was closer to his ideal victim, meaning he was probably hurt by a woman and that's what triggered him to start killing" Dave says.

"dr. Roland, by your judgment, would it take any sergical skills to cut the hearts out the way the unsub did?" Reid asks. "well, the first heart had some cuts on it, meaning the unsub probably cut it while trying to cut it out. the cuts are… well, sonky, so i doubt they were done with actual medical eqipment, it looks like the work of a good quality meat knife. the cuts pn the hearts get fewer and fewer with the other hearts, so i belive he learns from his mistakes" She says. "well, thanks doctor, you helped us a lot" Dave smiles at her, and she blushes.

…

By the time Spencer and Dave made it to the police station, the team was all set up at the office they were assigned. the crime board done, orginised by dates and couples, as well as the note "cheaters?" under the line of photos of the victims. they walk into the room, and Prentiss welcomes them in. "Reid, (y\n), you are on the geographical profile" Hotch says, "prentiss, you and morgan will go interview the first wedding venue, Rossie, you will go with JJ to the second one and i'll go with the chief officer to check out the third one" He orders, "sdresses are waiting at your phones". everyone splits up. "well, the first body was found over here" Dr. Reid starts, grabbing the pen from the desk. well, not exactly the desk, as (y\n) was holding it. "hey!" They called out, But mr. pretty boy didn't mind much.

He marks the spot, "second one here…" he mumbles. (y\n) grabs the pen from him, "and the third one here" They say as they circle the spot. Spencer lets out a half-laught, and if it wasn't for the fact he was slightly rude to them a second ago, (y\n) would have thought it was cute. well, they did, actually. "the victims live here, here, and here" (y\n) mumbles, pointing at the town's map with the pen, but not marking anything. "the victims were'nt taken from their homes tho, so that won't help finding the hunting zone" Spencer sighs, "we should look at where the victims were last seen".

"well, that would be… sean at his job, he should be taking route 45 to get home" (y\n) says, reading from the file as spencer marks it with a different pen. "Fiona was at a lunch with a friend according to Daniel, and her phone pinged at a coffee place around… here" They say, pointing at the map to let spencer know where to leave a green circle. "and James's last text was pinged about 10 minitues from the gym he frequented, right about… here" spencer said. "these are all over the town, and not that close to the dump sites, so the unsub must be mobile. in order to move the bodies he will need a big veichal" (y\n) says, furring their eyebrows at the map.

"what about the wedding venues? they could also be the place the unsub chooses his victims" Spencer says. "we just talked to Garcia, and she said-" (y\n) tries to catch up Reid on the phone call he missed, but right on que there is another incoming call from Penelope Garcia herself. "hey there, Garcia, it's (y'n) and i here" Spencer says. "oh, if it's not my favorite wonder boy and wonder mind" Garcia says. (y\n) was also a genious of sort, but they didn't think they quite compared to Reid, tho with the iq of 130 they were the closest on the team. "Garcia, do you have any updates about the wedding plans or the cheting?" (y\n) asks, and spencer shoots them a slightly confused look, as he didn't get the chance to catch up on the team's idea for a lead.

"well, you know how at first i didn't find a connection between the wedding venues? i looked deeper, so deep i got to the very core, and you know what's in the core? Lave. major, hot lava" Garcia says, "it looks like all of the wedding venues are owned by the same major, greedy company. It's called Marry-go-round, and they own most of the wedding venues in the area. each one is designd to appeal to a different audience - they have gothic ones, hystorical ones, botnical ones… they share employees, meaning one guy might be working at more than one venue…" Garcia says, "and before you ask me to, i am already running searches to see who worked at all 3 the day those couples went".

"you are so great, Garcia, i don't know where we'd be without you" (y\n) says, smiling at the phone. "well, the answear is way behind. goodby lovies, sent the rest of the team my love and warm hugs, i will let you guys know once i have answears regarding to the victims… side-quests" Garcia says, ending the call with a smooch sound of a kiss.

…

Prentiss and Morgan walk into the "garden of eden" venue, that was the one James and Layla looket at. "hello" a woman in a bright red suit welcomed them. "my name is Diane" she said, reaching out her hand to shake the one of the pair infront of her, "it is lovely to have such a beautiful couple here, we actually never had such wedding here, so that would be great to have you two as the first one. "you mean… mixed couples?" Morgan asked, confusion in his voice and slight annoyence. "well-" Diane tries to save herself, but the sentence doesn't get the chance to be fully formed.

"mam, we are not here to plan a wedding, we are here to ask about a couple who did" Prentiss cuts her off, showing her the FBI tag. "well, that's unfortunate. I am sorry, but what does that couple has to do with my wedding venue?" Diane asks. "well, they looked at this… lovely venue, and now one of them is dead and the other one got her beloved boyfriend's heart in the mail" Derek says, sparing no details from the woman who already wasn't on his good side. "well, that's unfortunate, but i still don't see what that has to do with us" Diane stands her ground.

"have you seen anyone suspicius around? someone who looked at couples, trying to study them?" Prentiss asks. "do you think this murderer found them here? well that is impossible, only couples and employees are allowed on the premiss" Diane says. "do you ever have more than one couple looking around? this guy could come here with his own fiance" Derek says, the last part of the sentence directed more to his fellow agent than to the wedding venue annoying manager. "no, and i belive this is where we end this conversation. i have a tour here from an actual couple, so, bye-bye" Diane says, walking around the agents to welcome the couple that just walked in. "hello, my name is Diane, it is lovely to have such a beautiful couple here…"

the agents exchange looks and leave the venue, tho they don't think they are done there just yet.

…

"well, the venue we checked was orginised, they had a security detail at the entrence, even after seeing our badge we were'nt let inside, the manager came out to talk to us" JJ said. "he was a lovely man, once he talked to us for a bit he gave us a tour - i noticed they were fixing a broken part of the fence, but he said that it's usually hidden with flowers, so no one knows of it. he said he'd give us the records of the couples who came there the same day as Daniel and Fiona, meaning we may be able to identify his next victim" Dave said, waving the files in his hand.

"the venue we checked said they have double bookings, sometimes more than one couple is there. sometimes only one half of a couple arrives. we should check and see - mayby there is a couple, or someone who claims to be engaged who was in all three venues the same day as the victims, he could be angry with his fiance, unable to process that, and so he kill people who remind him of her in someway" Hotch says.

"and what about you?" Hotches eyes traveled to the two defided faces of his two agents who just walked in. "well, the manager was a bitch" Prentiss sighed, "she bearly answered our questions, and her whole deminor was just… off" Derek agreed with her. Reid and (y\n) come inside the room, holding 6 cups of coffee in between them both. "oh, you are my savior" Prentiss says as she grabs the coffee (y\n) handed to her.

after the coffee ceremony is done, the wonder due explains their findings regarding the hunting zone and the comfort zone, as well as catching their teamates up to speed regarding the connection between the venues.

just as they finished, the actual savior of the team called. "hello my darlings, it is i, Penelope Garcia, coming to you with a very, very sad news flash. i found some proof of unfaithfulness from all of our victims. It appears Sean was spending way too much time in his office, off the clock. He's work sheet says he finished work by 5pm, but his phone pings at home around 9pm, and before that it pings at many different sketchy motels. not once, not twice, but on a weekly basis. James was also being a bad, very bad boy - his pictures are on many different dating websites, and you may think 'well, it could be someone who is using his photos' but no, the some of the photoes on there are very nasty and very not on any of his socials" Garcias word flow stops as she takes a breath to continue.

"And Fiona… well, she was a little tricky, but i found these very much not PG emails between her and a [email protected], she used her work email, which is very icky of her, but it sure did keep it a secret". "Garcia, how hard would it be for someone to find out about the cheatings?" Prentiss askes. "well, it took me about two hours, so i belive that someone with the avarage hacking skill could get this information in about three days" Garcia says, slight cockiness in her voice. "well, babygirl, this is very helpful information" Derek says, smiling at the phone, "thank you". "can't wait for my reward" Garcia says, and the call is finished.

"It's likely our unsub was cheated on by a woman, since it looked like he overkilled the female victim, and it is possible they were engaged when he found out, that's why he attacks couples who are planning a wedding. He feels the need to punish cheaters" Reid says, looking at his team. "well, that has to narrow down the unsub pool" Dave says. "well, about 12% of married women admit that they have cheated on their spouse, and 20% of engagments end up being broken off, and 50% of those are due to financial stress. This town has roughly 7,639 people-" Spencer starts calculating, trying to figure out exactly how big is the suspect pool. "Kid, please. let's just have Garcia look it up" Dave cuts him off. "it's about 20 potentiol unsubs" Spencer mumbled under his breath, but his teamates don't react. "maybe his mom or dad were also cheaters, that could be the stressor and his partner doing the same thing to him would make one hell of a trigger" Prentiss says.

"well, i think it's time for the profile" Hotch says.

…

JJ, Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss are standing infront of the cameras. "we belive this unsub is a white male in his 20s, he recently expirienced a heartbreak over a cheating partner, possibly a fiance" Hotch says. "He has a high level technical knowlage, as it appears he took a deep dive into the victims life, finding out intimate details about their sex lives" JJ says, trying to not say the straight up truth of the cheatings he uncovered. "tho he has no prior medical skills, he appears to be learning how to perform his ritual with more accuracy" Prentiss says, "therefor we belive he is smart and possibly works at something that requires a similar set of skills as a surgen". "this unsub is sending the victims fiances the hearts he carved out, which shows signs of pshcopathic tendecies. this guy is probably cold, manipulative, and yet has a charm to him not many people see through" Dave continues. "we belive he may have had a parent who cheated on their spouse, making the cheating he expirienced triggering" JJ says. "if you know anyone who can fit this description, we encourege you to talk to us" Hotch says, and the cameras cut.

…

"Garcia and i just talked, she says there is one employee who was in all wedding venues the same day as our victims, but she dosen't fit the profile. happily married, 2 kids, grew up in a loving family" Derek says as he joins his team in the office, highlighting the word "she". "well, maybe the unsub wasn't on the clock, they could have some employees that get paid under the table" Prentiss says. "we profiled the unsub to be white, so it is less likely he is not listed" Reid says. "well, i guess we can't be sure, since he crosses race lines. the main reason we think he's white is because this town has so few pocs, and most of them arent able to afford the type pf education this unsub has" (y\n) says, spinning her chair as she thinks. A knock on the door makes the team look over. "they just found another body" officer Williams says. "let's go" JJ says, following the officer and the rest of the team follows her.

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #dave rossi #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #dr reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #jennifer jareau

[tina-armani]

I'm not a writer, but being among writers does this to you, so I'm gonna just leave it here, for you and for the future me. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language lol. But my heart is in this little story. Also the observation of the main character's behavior, habits and things I notice about how he is and what he does. Disclaimer: this is totally a work of fiction. ;)) but I tried to write it in the way that's not out of realm of possibility (no wild sex scenes in other words lolol😅) but rather "what could have been if the stars aligned". Sorry, long text lol. Thanks for reading. 💕

DIRTY MARTINI

I'm surprised that you are alone... You are never alone. You are always surrounded by people fighting for your attention. But the bar is dark and empty, and no one seems to care. 

You have a martini in front of you, dirty, two olives. I gasp and stop, as if I ran into a wall, staring at you in disbelief. "Hey, you" you smile softly. "I know you". I am trying to shake an eerie feeling that something surreal is happening. Yes, you know me. You gave me a hug in New York. You are the one who has the power to send me to heaven or to hell with just one word, with just one glance.

"Would you join me?" You ask shyly. Yes, of course, I would join you, are you kidding me? I take a deep breath and jump into the abyss. Or so it seems. I sit next to you and immediately break into cold sweat. I order a dirty martini, too. I wanna have what you are having.

You are very quiet. You are visibly tired or upset, I can tell this by the corners of your mouth pointing down, and the lines on your forehead that seem deeper than usual... You ask me about my day and why I am out alone so late. You sound like a concerned parent, but I am not sure I want to dump all my troubles on you. Not yet, anyway. I am afraid to open up, to say the wrong thing that might disturb the fragile birth of this conversation. So I give you a vague answer and ask the same thing back. You don't answer either. You just lower your head, touch your face with a palm of your hand and through your fingers give me a little smile. "You don't really wanna know" the little smile suggests. God yes, I wanna know. I wanna know everything about you. But out of respect, I don't insist. 

I talk to you about the movies you've done. Yes I've seen them all. "All of them? - you raise your brows and your eyes open wide with amusement. You chuckle. "Wow". "Yes!!" I laugh. "Do you know which one is my favorite?" 

The conversation flows, despite my fears. It is because of you: you pay close attention, you are curious, gentle and thoughtful. You look too tired to hide vulnerability, so you let the emotions show. Your hair is a mess, glued into chunks by dried up hairspray. You always look so sharp and impeccable in public, full of hollywood swagger, so seeing you so unguarded and exposed sends waves of tenderness down my spine. 

We talk about movies, art, music and traveling. As I tell you my traveling stories, you get a bit distracted and your face starts to light up. I notice that and let my hair down a bit more, attempting some jokes. They feel quite awkward, but you listen in an almost childlike manner, bright-eyed, with your mouth open. I have good traveling stories. Excited, you share your own. I feel a lot more comfortable now. I tell you a particularly funny one and all of a sudden you throw your head back and laugh, loudly, uncontrollably. It makes me giggle. I'm so happy I made you laugh. I'm so happy that knowing your love for traveling, I managed to find the way to cheer you up. You finally stop laughing and take another sip, lower your head to catch your breath, and a chunk of your hair falls on your forehead.

You brush it back with your hand, look me straight in the eye and give me a radiant smile. All my thoughts disappear. I love this smile so much. I love the dimples on your cheeks and every wrinkle that appears in the corners of your eyes. I suddenly feel so calm, like I'm wrapped up in a warm blanket next to a fireplace on a cold winter night. 

I take a deep breath and gather some courage to finally tell you my story and why I am here in this bar after midnight. I'm not embarassed anymore to share the deepest and the darkest... A man like you, capable of great empathy and compassion, will understand. I know you will. You listen carefully. When I'm done, your eyes are full of tears. It's not sadness. I know that you cry when you are moved, by beauty, art or emotion. You take my hand in yours. Your hand is so big, it covers mine completely. Your touch is soft and warm. On a sudden impulse, I put my other palm on top of your hand. You don't remove it. I freeze, afraid to ruin this beautiful moment. The intimacy of it makes my body quiver. 

You become serious, look down and touch your ear with your other hand, the way you always do when you are thinking...looking for the right word... and then you move closer and start talking. You tell me about feelings, about the world, about kindness and gratitude. Your voice is low and soft like velvet, but it carries through the room like there is no other sound in the world. I feel that by telling me this, you are working through your own issues. Maybe even the ones that brought you here tonight. 

While you talk, you make long pauses to emphasize certain words and sometimes you slightly raise your voice at the end of a sentence, almost like you are asking a question. But those are not questions. Those are offerings: gifts of thoughts right out of the depth of your beautiful mind. I am catching every word like a treasure. I can't take my eyes off you. Your face looks especially gorgeous when you talk about things that matter to you. 

When you finish, I am at a loss for words. There is nothing more to add. We sit in silence, listening to the sound of our breathing. Your hand is still sandwiched between mine. An eternity passes. Then you give me a slight grin, gently free your hand and break the silence with a change to a lighter subject. We laugh and talk some more. I'm not nervous anymore. I feel like I've known you my whole life. 

Time stands still. Nothing else exists, just two people, transitioning from being strangers to being something indefinitely more. But there comes a moment when you take that last large sip to finish your drink.

You slowly lick your lips, the remaining drops of the martini... it makes me dizzy. I catch myself staring at your wet mouth, my heart pounding. No matter how hard I fight it, all I can think about is how it would feel to kiss you right now. I wonder if you know how erotic it is: the shape of your lips and the way you part them slightly when you listen and pay attention. You see it in my eyes, the longing. So you lean towards me, put your hands in a prayer position and say, almost apologetically, that you have to go. It is a relief: I want you to stay longer, but I realize that if you do, I will either throw myself into your arms or I will break into tears at your feet... in any case I would embarass myself beyond recovery. I can't take it anymore. I'm emotionally drained. You know it, so you save me by leaving.

You say goodbye, give me a long bear hug. I bury my face between your neck and your hair, trying to memorize the scent of your skin. And then you walk away, fast, without looking back. And I stay, completely still, staring into space, gasping for air, while the whole world is spinning around me. A single burning thought is beating onto my brain like a panicking bird. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

No matter where I am or what I do, my thoughts always bring me back to this radiant smile, to this beautiful face. When I lie awake at night, I close my eyes and I remember our conversation. It was a fleeting moment for you, that disappeared into the night without a trace. But for me, it defined my whole life moving forward. It pushed me through changes you cannot imagine. Maybe I can tell you about it one day, if we ever meet again. But for now, I make a dirty martini, two olives, and I feel you close. In the air around me, in the taste of the drink, and in my heart, forever.  

#fan fiction #short stories #art #creativity #writing

[specialagentlokitty]

Giles x teen!reader - a demigods fate

Part two:

It was the week before the school was supposed to close for Halloween, and you had been forced out of your classes into the library for one to one help with your work.

Except you were interested in that, instead you were flipping the coin between your fingers as Willow tried to explain something to you using a whiteboard.

“(Y/N), come on, this is important.” Willow sighed.

“It’s a waste of time.”

She sat next to you, taking some paper.

“It’s really easy, I’ll show you how to do it step by step.”

You pushed yourself away from the table, making your way up the stairs and you looked down at her from where you were leaning for the railing.

She carried on writing step by step instructions for you and Giles came from his office.

“You know how important it is you pass these make up tests in a few days (Y/N), Willow is trying to help but you much be willing to put some of the work in yourself as well.” He said.

“Like I said, waste of time.”

You turned around and walked to the shelves behind you, browsing the books in boredom for something that may seem even a little interesting.

“Now, my memory may not be what it used to, but if I recall you used to enjoy learning.” A voice called.

Your head stepped up and you rushed to the top of the stairs, looking at the doors.

“Hello (Y/N).”

You blinked a few times.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“(Y/N) please, we’ve discussed your foul language.” Giles sighed.

Him and Willow looked between you and the man in the wheelchair in front of the main desk of the library.

“Is it so wrong for my to come and see a friend?” The man asked.

“I didn’t even know we were friends Chiron, I thought we were just two people who happen to know each other.”

Chiron hummed a little.

“Am I going to get a proper hello from you or just sarcastic comments, because I didn’t put the effort into coming all this way to not get a hello.”

You began walked down the stairs, and you sat on them, watching as he pushed himself over, stopping his chair just in front of you.

He leant down, arms resting on his legs and he offered you a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry, but we need to talk.” He whispered.

You shook your head, looking up at him.

“No. No I’m done playing that game Chiron.”

“This is urgent.”

“Then you could’ve sent a message like always.”

“I did, with another Demigod who was supposed to come and help you..”

You narrowed your eyes a little and he nodded his head confirming your suspicions.

You ran a hand through your hair, and you stood up, looking at Willow and Giles.

“Get out.”

“This is uh.. my library?” Giles said confused.

“I said get out before I throw you both out.”

Chiron placed a hand on your arm.

“Remember our manners (Y/N).”

He turned his chair around and offered them both a smile.

“I do apologise for (Y/N), as always they have a way of words. My name is Chiron, a family friend, I was wondering if we could have some space in order to talk.” He smiled.

“Yes, yes of course. Willow, why don’t you go back to class, I’ll be just over here.” Giles said, gesturing to his office.

The two left and you walked over to one of the chairs, moving them aside, then you sat on the other looking at the man.

He offered you a smile as he took one of the text books from the table.

“English.” You said.

“You always did struggle with that as well as math, why don’t you let these people help you with it, you know it’s important to get an education.” Chiron said.

You scoffed.

“Yeah, because demigods can get regular jobs like regular people.”

“(Y/N), I know you never asked for this and I’m sorry.”

“You’re right! I didn’t ask for this!”

You stood up, knocking your chair over which got Giles’ attention from his office and he walked to the window to look through the blinds.

You stared at Chiron, clenching your jaw.

“I didn’t want to be this! I don’t want to be this Chiron! I don’t want to be some hero!”

He sighed.

“I know…”

“I.. i wanted to grow up and be a vet, you know, work with animals, make them better.. I.. I want to have a long life… but demigods aren’t exactly the poster children for long and healthy lives are they?”

Chiron looked up at you.

“You can still have a long life, we just need to stop whatever is coming.”

“Then tell me how Chiron, because I’m not a mind reader.”

He gave you an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anything, if I did I wouldn’t be able to tell you. You know this.”

You picked up your chair and sat back down.

“Then why did you come?”

“Because I heard you were struggling with some work, I heard you were struggling with a lot of things I suppose, and I wanted to come help. You need to stay in this school, it’s where the hellmouth is and you must be here.”

He took the English book, and he handed it over to you, moving to your side.

“Read it for me, it’s alright, I’m here to help.”

You glanced at him and sighed, slowly reading the words on the page the best you could but they kept moving, changing.

You got frustrated and threw the book across the room.

“Hey, hey it’s alright. It’s okay. You just need to take your time, remember?” Chiron asked.

Giles walked out of his office, over to the book you had thrown and he picked it up, looking over at the pair of you.

“Terribly sorry, I heard a commotion and just thought I would come to check that everything was alright.”

Chiron pushed himself over to Giles, taking the book back, he looked over to where you were messing around with the coin again.

Chiron turned back to Giles, listening to the dull thunder that rolled over the building, and you lifted your head to look up before turning to Chiron.

Chiron smiled at Giles.

“Please take care of (Y/N), I know they can be a handful, but they struggle, severe dyslexia, the words move, vanish, change, they can’t focus. They need help.”

You stood up, walking halfway over and Chiron made his way back to you, offering you the warmest smile.

“You’re going to be alright, let them help you. When the time comes they will be your biggest asset.”

“Who?”

There was a loud crack of thunder.

“I’m sorry, I’ve said too much. I need to leave.”

“Chiron who? Who will be my biggest asset?”

“Look in the office, there’s book you may find particularly interesting.”

You furrowed your brows.

“Take care (Y/N), and I will send word if I hear anything more.”

“Chiron!”

He ignored you and left through the door Giles had opened, and you huffed, throwing yourself back down in your chair.

Giles walked over, pulling a chair over and he sat next to you, pushing his glasses up as he set the book down on the table.

“You’re wasting your time.” You said.

He smiled at you.

“I uh.. I don’t think I am, I think this will be time rather well spent.”

Giles took the text book and he handed it to you, turning it around so you could look at the pages.

You watched as the words moved around and you couldn’t focus.

“Just take it one word at a time, don’t rush yourself.”

“I’m trying you asshat…”

He sighed.

“Language.”

You tossed the book behind and he leant down to pick it up, setting it on the table.

“What helps you focus, what helps bring the words to a standstill on the page?”

“Throwing it.”

He chuckled a little, setting the book back on the table.

“How about if I were to read the work out to you, would that make a difference at all? Would you be able to work from that?”

“I guess here yeah, in the test, no.”

Giles thought for a moment, then he turned to face you, offering you a gentle smile.

“Let me worry about that, if I can get permission to help you read through all your tests, can you agree to coming here after school to go through your work?” He asked.

You looked at him in boredom.

“No.”

He sighed.

“(Y/N), Chiron told me how you struggle, I would just like the opportunity to help you, but I can’t if you don’t give me the chance to be able too. I read the work, read the questions, you give the answers, that’s all.”

“What if I don’t have them?”

“Then we work through the question together until you do.”

You looked at him, and you saw something moving down the hallway behind him.

Getting up, you shoved the books aside and you walked around him.

“(Y/N)!” He called.

You ignored him and made your way into the hallway, looking around only to catch a glimpse of a showed of the thing wondering through the hallways.

You ran after it, trying to chase it out into the front of the school.

You felt a tremor through the ground, and you stared out past the school.

You didn’t realise that Buffy had come to stand next to you, and she stared out in the same direction.

You could both sense it, that something big was coming, something big, and scary, and out for blood.

“(Y/N)!”

Giles walked over to you, and he stood behind you and Buffy.

“Buffy? What’s wrong?”

You began to walk down the steps, and she turned back to Giles.

“Somethings coming…” you both whispered.

Giles looked past Buffy and to you.

“You can sense it?” He asked.

He nodded, and he pointed past her to you where you seemed to search for something that he couldn’t see before you ran down the street.

“I don’t believe that you’re the only one, it seems that our new students may know something we don’t.”

Buffy looked to you and nodded her head.

“I know, I’ve caught them lurking in the places I see those monsters. I need to talk to them.”

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #Buffy the vampire slayer x reader #Buffy the vampire slayer x you #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

[thoughtspresso]

Hello, may I ask?

I interested with your explanation about onk theories. But I wanna ask, there some point that you said in your theories.

• Kana is very honest actress

• Kana will join Kamiki agency (maybe)

• Kana might killed by Kamiki

• Kamiki kill Ai and Yura because doesn't like their lies love (maybe)

Yep, there's other point too, but all of view I understood from your theories is Kana is an artist who is very honest and attracts Kamiki's attention, whether from the film the director promised or as Ai's role. Kana may also join his agency. And he'd probably be murdered on awards night. Even though this is still a theory, there is a bit of conflict between Kamiki who killed Ai and Yura because of their dishonesty as artists. And Kana who is a honest actress. Even though you also said that the reason might be Kamiki killed her was to want his child Ruby to become the main star. But does he need to kill Ai if it's like that?

Thanks for attention,I'm sorry for bad english since it is not my first language.

Hope you have a great day

Absolutely. Thanks for asking this.

The answer is quite simply that my opinions of what might happen have changed throughout the time that I've written these theories.

Most notably, my views on what the Kamiki's true motives are vastly developed since writing the first one. At first, I also thought Kamiki was targeting "rising stars" right before their "masterpiece".

It was a little later that I realized that he was actually killing liars.

I believed that there would be something about Kana that could attract Kamiki. The, "I'm not the perfect idol people think I am, I'm not innocent and my mouth is nasty," negative self-talk Kana does is very reminiscent of Ai's, and also fits within the description of lying to her fans.

But I also think Kamiki would see that her "lies" are so different from Ai, Yura, and even Airi.

At her core, Kana wanted to be honest. Always typically is. And even her "lies", like her getting angry when she's defensive about something, is so obviously a lie. She's not like Ai who makes you feel her lies are the truth.

We've also gone on a loop with all of Kana's "death flags". (Maybe Star or Nao has a compilation somewhere @starkillernoir @starbearrrrr)

The Kana interview had flowers in the background like Kamiki's bouquet

All the times that Kana's outfits were aligned with Ai's

Kana being drawn with Red Anemone flowers in official art

The theory that Kana has met Kamiki as a child actress

The parallelisms with Shakespeare's Hamlet and how Ophelia died after Hamlet pushed her away to keep her safe from his revenge plot

The ominous way she spoke of her career

The shot-per-shot similarities in their performance of Sign is B

So there are a few possibilities of what can happen, but I think it's possible that Kamiki might take notice of Kana and try to harm her, but then realize he was wrong about her all along, and leave Kana ultimately unharmed. And her strong honesty might strike something in Kamiki.

Or that Kana wouldn't even be harmed, and all of these similarities are hinting towards her playing Ai in the movie.

One or the other. Or possibly even both.

#Oshi No Ko #Oshi No Ko Spoilers #Oshi No Ko Fan Theories #Arim Kana #Hoshino Ai

[lemonade-luvr]

I MEAN THATS AS FAR AS I KNOW. to be fair all i’ve heard abt it is You fucking hallucinate shit .thats literally it .

where the fuck did i get the idea you were having hallucinations then......... hmmm. however, i also dont get many hallucinations! at least not visual ones. im much more privy to tactile and auditory stuff!

im gonna infodump. autistic style. and if i accidentally desstroy your worldview, im so sorry. you have been warned.

IT GOT REALLY LONG SORRY FUCKKKKKKKK

schizophrenia is actually very similar to an autism diagnosis! at least from an outside perspective. it comes with flat tone and struggles with facial expressions and all that jazz! it can also make it really hard to think and leads to a very scattered mind??? idk how to describe it . because of the . well we call it brain scramble! i think its called something like word salad though.

the main defining thing about schizophrenia is the presence of psychosis, which is further defined by hallucinations, delusions and paranoia o^_^o

hallucinations CAN include seeing stuff that isnt there, though thats a really simple understanding of visual hallucinations. the visual hallucinations i tend to get are stuff in the corner of my eye and the walls kinda.. Shifting. nothing immediately distressing. but i know there are people with way more scarier things going on.

auditory hallucinations are something i experience a lot more, and theyre just.. hearin stuff that wasnt ever there. my brain loves the discord notification sound and like. splatoon sound effects. sometimes i hear someone yell the body's name!

there are also tactile hallucinations which is feeling a sensation that wasnt real. we get these ones the most. a good example isssss well rn im getting The Bugs. like buddy theres no bugs here you are feeling hair probably and yet even then i still feel it eugh eugh eugh. our headmates can make use of our tactile hallucinations to give me pats on the head though, which is nice o^_^o

delusions are simply believing something that isnt true wholeheartedly. i dont reallly like to share mine because im scared of people playing into them or thinking theyre cringe BUT i will share that we have fully believed ourselves to be in future london before. which is really fucking funny you are allowed to think this is funny. we are in the wrong country for that buddy. you can be fully aware that somethiing isnt true and still believe it! its fucked up! they should make that illegal. these are the mind killer i hate these little bastardsssssss... delusions are very versatile. its also like thinking mundane things are signs.... theres a lot to say on delusions.

paranoia is the one thats really easy to comprehend its just intense and unfounded anxiety. me when i overthink everything to death. me when everyone on the bus knows im gay.

also it makes it really hard to Word Shit. sometimes i cannot comprehend the english language despite it being the only one i fucking know. On that Topic. Sorry if this is Incomprehensible. i actually genuinely Cannot Tell. its usually fine but sometimes i just feel like i cant get ANYTHING across correctly.

impaired motor coordination is also a thing? which makes it hard for me to type sometimes and also do things like, idk, drink my monster energy without spilling it and pissing off charles. sorry charles. damn. UH theres also a lot of repetitive behaviours, and catatonia. it can come with memory issues and FATIGUE BIIIIITCH and BUDDY am i FEELING the fatigue today. AUGH AUGH AUGH.

oki think thats all i have to say on the matter unless u have questions

i feel so fucking nuts right now i dont know if its the rush of i just got to infodump or if im manic :sosonormal: <you are manic <thanks babygirl in my head. god i hope this is comprehensible

ONE TWENTY ONE GUNS 💥

#asks.txt

[anxiety-banana]

20 questions for fic writers

y'all i'm so happy i haven't done one of these in forever :')

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

93, but that doesn't count my 49 anon works lol

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

252,902, and i'm still disappointed by that number, because that means i could have written multiple novels by now lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

oof uh lets start the list: star wars and marvel (and like three of its subcategories lol) are the current ones, but including past ones: white collar, psych, warehouse 13, almost paradise, and leverage!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

so apparently most of my best fics are anon,,, i guess stick around for the official release of those?? but yeah the first three are anon

when it matters (white collar)

inevitability is a stupid, stupid, thing (penny parker fic!)

if you're so smart tell me why are you still so afraid (this is my one and only suits fic, i also hate it, but feel free to check it out lol there's not enough content in the fandom to keep it anon)

and home isn't quite the same, but it's far from unachievable

big brothers make it okay

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

uh YEAH unless you're writing in a language google translate doesn't understand or you made me so mad i'm avoiding giving my phone a smackdown, i'm replying to your comment

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

browski my fics are either fix its or "hey you know what would be fun? killing plo koon" so uh i did some digging and i think it might be call me what i am, call me a monster. that one was,,, a lot lol i have no idea where my headspace was when i wrote that. a lot of my angsty fics end somewhat hopeful but this one legit is angst all the way through

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ooh!! lose ourselves in the moment is one of the fluffiest endings i can think of. i write quite a bit of fluff, but my main fandom also occurs during a war so it's a delicate balance lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

kind of?? i've never had someone comment "u suck" on a fic, but i've had a LOT of passive aggressive stuff telling me i'm writing a character wrong, or that I write a fact wrong (i usually get these when i actually wrote something into a fictional universe with fictional, non canonical facts lol so i do get a little pleasure responding to those kind)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lol nope. i have an appreciation for certain kinds of smut in writing, when they're tasteful, but even then i typically don't read far into it before wimping out

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i haven't, but i've written references to them into fics for people to find haha

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yes, but basically my entire wattpad fic era was stolen on one of those weird bootleg fic websites?? honestly it was all crap they can have it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but i'm hoping to translate all my fics into legible english prose one of these days. when will this clown figure out how to write is my question

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i had one (1) fic in the works between @ashgryff and @ljbrary once like two years ago that never even got close to completion, i'm not even sure what happened to that thing?? but i remember panicking because i was terrified of messing up something and we were all kind of new friends at the time so it was mortifying ahaha

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

team "i crave familial affection" i literally took to scrolling my bookmarks to find one i love :') i might have to go with kanan/hera?? i just never get tired of them they're some of my favorite characters as it is

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

mmm so I Know, I'm Sorry (But You Can Do Better) is technically an ongoing fic, it's just a one-shot sort of thing that I'd really like to either give a full plot or just continue indefinitely but at this rate i have no idea if it'll even get another chapter

16. What are your writing strengths?

when i get into it, i pride myself on inner emotional prose, also people have complimented me on my dialogue before so i guess dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

plotting, pieces longer than 10k, sticking through rough patches to finish a draft

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

personally i only trust myself to do it in a tiny bit of french, but if it's done correctly i think it can be really cool

19. First fandom you wrote for?

sooo technically that would not be star wars even tho that's the first of mine on the internet, it would be Marvel, in which I wrote three paragraphs of a random movie ten years in the future after Endgame came out. it sucked, but look what it started i guess??

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

we've already established that i have a total 142 fics on ao3 so this is a struggle uhhh maybe Eternal, i was really proud of it when i posted it, also you didn't put those bones in the ground, because it took me a really long time to post after i finished it. i find most of the fics i hesitate to post are my favorites, because i don't want them to be harshly judged haha

that was long, thank you for sticking around!!

no pressure tags! answer any or none of these questions haha

lilly and ash who i already tagged and feel bad for double tagging, @ahsokryze @dashedwithromance @armchairaloof @twentyfunnybunnies and all who wish to join! i see this a lot but honestly if you want to join this, please take this as your permission! i will literally tag you if you ask me to so you feel better about participating

#tag game #ab rants #fic things

[jessy-the-martian-girl]

Sacrifices

Okay, I tried my best with this story. I honestly think I’m not good with words, but I do love Luis and want to express it this way too (yes, some shameless self-shipper I am, as this Jessy-girl is basically my alter-ego from another dimension). So, here goes...

Also English is not my first language, and main sponsors of Spanish words are canon, Duo and that nice little book «Dirty Spanish». So if I got something wrong – I'm very sorry.

Summary: At first Luis didn't know about the ritual sacrifices practiced by the Los Illuminados.

Warnings: self-shipping, spoilers for remake, canonical blood and violence, possible bending of canonical timeline and logic.

When Serra first came across those notes, he thought it was some kind of stupid joke. A game. Ritual sacrifices nowadays - well, who in their right mind would believe in such a thing? And Chief Mendez, who appeared behind his back seemingly out of thin air, calmly declared that those records were at least several centuries old.

But Luis had a good look and even had an opportunity to touch that diary – ink still bright, paper didn't look old enough, and handwriting - of the Chief himself. It just didn't add up. So his natural curiosity took the best of Luis and that led to unexpected results.

The power outage in the laboratory provided a very good cover: while others were hunting down the runaway regenerador, Luis was lucky enough to be out of dangerous area at that moment. Their research group were not yet kept locked up as prisoners, so he just took his chance. Several overheard conversations helped him to determine some possible places for the mentioned “rituals”. Of course, Luis also prepared some reasonable legend, like that he had nostalgic streak, or wanted to honor the memory of the past. Luckily, one of the places he wanted to check out was very close to his former house.

That small clearing in the woods he has known since childhood... From there his quest started - and it ended right there. The ritual was in full swing - the forest muffled and distorted the cries of the unfortunate victims, and it was not a joke or a game. Everything was for real. There were two victims, a man and a woman. Judging by their clothes – they were not local. Both were tied up, with the symbol of Las Plagas drawn in something red on their faces. Was it paint? Or blood? It was hard to tell from such distance.

The sound with which the axe dug into the first victim's neck dispelled the last doubts about the reality of what was happening. Luis's first intention was to interfere, to disrupt the ritual, to give the remaining victim a chance to escape. But the instinct of self-preservation and common sense kicked in and stopped that impulse before it turned into action. Then came understanding: to get in the open now would only mean a very high probability to become next in line for the execution on the blood-drenched altar. And it won't do anything to stop the killing spree...

On that day, Serra finally realized that he didn't belong with this crazy cult — and that he simply had to at least try to find a way to put an end to the existence of Los Illuminados. And then everything just went downhill: all the researchers were locked up, and then they were offered a "choice" (or, to be more precise, its illusion) — to voluntarily put their neck under the plaga injection, or to get this parasite forced on them. Luis then chose to go with voluntariness, to pretend he's cooperative — with his charming smile and enthusiastic "Viva Las Plagas!". But mentally the Spaniard was repeating a half-forgotten prayer that he heard from his grandfather, when he was still alive.

Then that sample of a peculiar shape, "the Amber", fell into his hands. The key to overthrowing Saddler and his religious cult. And that bigoted lord seemed to recognise a threat to his position and confiscated the sample. It was not easy to get it back, but Serra managed — after making a deal on the exchange of data and biological material for protection and the opportunity to "get off the radar" with an outside group. Not that he trusted this new team so much, but it was a chance to escape and stop Saddler for good.

After Luis got “the Amber” back, he had one more thing to take care of before going on the run - to get rid of the plaga. If only someone knew how scared he was to be exposed to that "laser therapy", with recalibrating the device literally "on a hunch". Especially after the previous unsuccessful attempt — painful cries of the unfortunate soul, who did not survive the process, were still too vivid in Luis's memory. But the fear of becoming Lord Saddler's brainless puppet outweighed everything else, so he launched the program and proceeded...

And now Luis Serra, a renegade researcher, was making his way through the village, past his former house - to leave through the forest again, as he did back then, after the fire that took his Grandfather's life.

But his plans failed — almost near the starting point of the passage to the secluded place, desecrated by those bloody rituals, someone ran into Spaniard, knocking him down. In the early evening dusk it was hard to tell who it was — and Luis, being at the mercy of his fears of getting caught, instinctively intercepted the "attacker" in order to prevent him from striking or escaping and giving away his location. The fall, however, disturbed a relatively fresh wound on his chest, eliciting an involuntary and painful - "¡Joder!" - from Luis's lips, which made the "human projectile" quietly yelp and try to escape — but to no avail.

Luis looked closely at this new face, covered with smears from red sigil and partially hidden by dark strands of hair stuck to this paint. The newcomer turned out to be a young and vaguely familiar woman in hiking outfit, tearful and frightened. Comparing the facts and the location, the Spaniard reasonably assumed that this was another victim who, by some miracle, managed to break free and escape quite unenviable fate. And that meant a possible chase and a bigger threat to his initial plans... But he just couldn't abandon her – those victims he already knew about still haunted his dreams (more like nightmares, actually) and were a heavy weight on his not so clean conscience.

The decision came quickly — as an old hiding place nearby came to Serra's mind. Only two people knew about that place: Luis himself and his deceased grandfather. It was possible to wait out the chase of the cult there, and make an attempt to get away later, when the pursuers become less enthusiastic.

- You are... not like them? - the girl asked cautiously, interrupting Luis's thought process, as she didn't see any signs of aggression or attempts to bring her back to the altar..

- No, - Serra slowly got to his feet and, thankfully, not hearing the pursuers yet, offered the lady, who had fallen on his head in such a manner, an option to hide. - We'll wait the hunt out, and then I'll help you to get to more civilized places. ¿Vamos?

- O-okay, let's go, - the brunette was trembling visibly, but still held on, as if she was stubborn enough to not fully give in to the panic yet.

Quickly and silently, the couple reached a small forest cave that was well-hidden from eyesight. And just on time: muffled angry screams echoed in the direction from which the would-be victim fled. It made the fugitive turn pale and bit her own palm with force so as not to whimper from the overflowing panic. Noticing her condition, Luis almost dragged the girl into the cave and gently pushed her down to the pile of dry leaves. Then he knelt down in front of brunette, hoping to calm her down a bit. And suddenly he remembered where they had met before... That spontaneous night walk in Paris from seven years ago, when they simply and sincerely roleplayed as "la bella señorita and her brave knight", without names and obligations. In the finale of that impromptu tour, Luis just planted an old-fashioned kiss on his companion's hand, and she imitated something like curtsey (in a tight midi skirt, it looked a little strange, for sure, but it got into the mood pretty well). And then they just went separate ways, almost certain that they won't meet again.

- Señorita?! - he barely managed to keep the excitement under control so as not to betray their location by being too loud. - How did you end up here?

- M-my knight in shining armor?.. - the girl hesitantly whispered, also starting to remember their past adventure, that smoothly turned into a fun night tour of Paris.

- Sí , - Serra's face lit up with a sincere warm smile and he embraced his lady without further hesitation.

At first she stiffened, but then just latched onto Luis, clunging to him like a drowning man clungs to a straw, and, sobbing, she spoke:

- They've killed Marissa and Lucy... Made us all drink some black stuff, and then... An axe... And I was to be next on the altar...

The Spaniard shuddered at the mention of "black stuff", his tenacious memory ruthlessly gave out information: almost guaranteed infection, and his old acquaintance can become dangerous very soon... And the "survivor's guilt" could speed up the process even more: if you don't consider yourself worthy of living, it will be so much easier to succumb to the sweet whispers of the parasite and lose yourself completely.

It seemed that the escape plans were to be changed completely - the search for such victim will not be abandoned just like that... And it's not even a fact that she ran away — those zealots could have just let her escape and watch from afar as the stages of development would go. With a new form of parasite nestling in her body, this girl was becoming a somewhat valuable "project" for the cult. But to leave another innocent being at the mercy of fate - with an inevitable and unfavorable outcome - was not to the Spaniard's liking. And not only for the sake of saving the abstract "world"...

- Hey, don't you talk like that, - Serra took the girl by the shoulders and, slightly pushing her away from him, gently shook her. - This road never leads to anything good, trust me.

It has been seven years since they first met, and here they were again - like a second chance.

And this time Luis wanted to start from the beginning: from proper introductions.

- I suggest we now correct an unfortunate oversight of the past, - the Spaniard smiled cheerfully, settling himself as comfortably as possible for the stone floor of the cave. - Me llamo Luis Serra. And you, señorita?

- Jessica... Jessy Jonzz, - the brunette inhaled shakily and tried to smile back. - Nice to meet you, Luis.

And then there was time for more complex tasks — firstly, to tell someone who is already on the verge of hysteria about an unplanned "guest" in their system and possible consequences to that. And, secondly, to decide how risky it would be to entrust your "ticket to a quiet life" to a woman from the past, who could soon become controlled by the enemy — and a medicine that would help suppress the growth of the parasite was laying at the very heart of the enemy's lair. Not to mention the fact that then it was necessary to move towards the island laboratory, if they were to get rid of the plaga completely.

The first part went surprisingly easy, without any emotional outbursts or breakdowns — brunette reacted so calmly that Serra almost thought she didn't understand what he has just told. This impression was instantly ruined by Jessy's quiet plea to not let her turn into one of those "puppets", if they fail to get rid of the parasite in time. Under her serious gaze, Luis could only nod his promise.

The second part turned out to be more complicated, but... Luis has made his choice. "The Amber" was almost burning a hole in his pocket, but he did not want to leave it in this cave at all. And if he was to be caught with this "thingy", he will be killed — and, if he is lucky enough, then it would be a fast demise.

- I have a request for you, too, - Serra took out a container with the sample and handed it to the girl. - Save it for me, ¿de acuerdo?

- What's that? - Jessica picked up the translucent tube hesitantly and peered into the piece of fossil resin fixed inside. - Aren't we going together?

- I have an appointment, which I definitely need to attend, - the Spaniard shook his head, leaving the first question unanswered (at least for now). - I'll see you to the beginning of the hidden passage that leads to the cabin. It should be safe there. Food, water, medikit - feel free to use what you find. Weapons, too. And I'll join you later.

- Okay, - the girl finally hid the container in the inner pocket of her jacket and shivered from the sudden cold gust of wind. - It's getting darker outside... Is it time?

- It's time, - Serra got up and cautiouly looked out of the cave.

After making sure that no one got to their hiding place, while they were talking, the Spaniard waved Jessica to follow him and led her towards another hidden forest path. After the parting words: "go straight, no sidetracking, and don't turn on the light in the cabin" - Luis squeezed girl's hand reassuringly, leaving her alone and walked back towards his old house.

The lack of pursuers in the immediate proximity has got the Spaniard to lose vigilance, and this turned out bad for him... Almost at the doorstep of what was left of his house, he completely missed the sudden appearance of ganado. And Luis paid for that lack of attention with a heavy blow to his head.

The last thought that flashed through his fading consciousness was: "I hope Jessy made it to the cabin..."

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Happily Ever After

 A/N- We love a supportive Joel, right? RIGHT! Everyone is happy in this one. I really love to see Ellie happy. I’m sorry If I have grammar mistakes, my main language isn’t English but trying to improve it.

 Summary- Ellie and Reader have been together for a while an done day Reader surprises her by proposing her with the help of Joel when they’re on patrol.

 Request from- Anonymous

 Warnings- Ellie swearing but it’s cute, I swear . Just some fluffy stuff.

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   FLASHBACK

 “ Joel, you sure this gonna work? “ You gasped and took a seat next to Joel. For a few months , you had been almost obsessed with thinking about how to propose to Ellie. Whenever you looked for an opportunity, either someone intervened or you didn't manage that time well. You had chosen Joel as a last resort, but it was obvious that choosing Joel was not so good.

   When you came to Joel a week ago and asked him if he could arrange a wonderful place with a beautiful view in Jackson, he said he needed to talk to Maria and Tommy and left you unanswered for a week. It turns out that there was no such place in Jackson.  “ Well, we found this place while I was patrolling that area with Tommy. It's not a secret place, that's for sure but nothing we can't handle kiddo. “ He said, giving you that gorgeous Miller smile. You weren't so sure about that. Getting out of Jackson was already dangerous. Yes, it had a long time since you went out to look around and you got out of it but how right was it to propose to Ellie in such a situation that danger still awaits you out there?

 “ Joel… I-I don't know. What If something goes wrong? “

 “ Don't worry, girl. i gotcha “ Seeing your face fall, he lifted your chin with his fingers, patted your head, stood up, picked up the walkie-talkie and went outside. He was obviously on his way to talk to Tommy. In order not to disturb him in his own house, you entered the house you shared with Ellie and hoped that Ellie would not come at that time you pack the gift you were going to prepare. You wanted everything to be perfect for her.

   END OF FLASHBACK

  Ellie was staring at you in surprise, her head agitated from following you with her eyes as you scurried to and fro. “ What are you doing? You okay? “ You nooded your head and sighed in relief, secretly putting the gift you prepared in your bag. You took everything with you. Everything was ready for this day to be perfect.  Joel and Tommy did what they said and prepared a really great place for you. It took a while, but it seemed worth it.

 "Yeah, I'm ready." You opened the outer door but had to pause for the last time. Ellie gently pushed you out before you're eating yourself up wondering if I really got it all. “ You're being weird you know. “  “Oh well. It's me being me, I guess. “ You chuckled and you made your way to the barn with Ellie. When Ellie was talking about Maria acting so weird at dinner last night and Dina throwing up all the time, you didn't even hear her , wondering if the day was going to be good or bad. Ellie nudged your arm with hers realizing this. “Hey babe, you're listening? “  “Yeah I am. “

 “  Really? What did I just say then? “ You just stood there at that moment. Even when you opened your eyes wide and looked at her, Ellie never broke that grin on her face. She looked like she was going to laugh for a moment, but took on a fake expression of anger. “ I-you-you were talking about the food last night. Yeah, you were-were saying how good it was and-  "  “ I might love the food more than you right now. “ You grinned and gave her an apologetic kiss on the cheek. “ Sorry baby. Just lots of things on my mind lately. " Ellie hummed and said quietly,  ' it's okay babe ‘  After getting on your horses and a short pep talk, you stepped out of Jackson's big door. Although Ellie thought you were going to do your usual patrol work, you had to take her on a different path on the way. Of course, this did not escape Ellie's notice. She complained to you a few times what was going on, why you took a different path, that that side wouldn't be clean, but you just wanted her to trust you.

 “ Ellie just trust me, okay? I know what I’m doing. “

 “ Well it’s not our route. “

 “ I know but- “ You exhaled with difficulty. “Just trust me. It will be worth it.” . At that moment you really hoped that when you got there, everything would be fine and you could make a wonderful proposal to the love of your life. Ellie gave up her objections after a while.  It didn't take you long to get there, as Joel had already said they found it on their way. The area had been cleaned, contrary to what Ellie had thought. There was no diseased. But there was still the possibility that other people would come. Even though you always thought of the bad until that moment, you couldn't describe the joy when you saw the building. Here, you were going to tell her that she is the meaning of your life, that you love her very much and that you want to spend a lifetime with her. Finally, officially you would be Ellie's and Ellie would be yours.

 “ What is this place? “

 “ You ask too much. “ You said and got off your horse. You held out your hand to get her to get off the Shimmer as well. Ellie couldn't hide her surprise at this behavior, but she took your hand and let  her put her down. “ Wow, you're such  a prince now huh. “ You laughed. After taking the horses to a safer place, you took her hand while Ellie was tending her horse, and you eagerly followed her up the stairs to the main area.

 Although the building you are in looks like it is really rundown from the outside, it was very different from the outside where you were. You were really surprised that Joel made this place so tidy, but you hid it. You were on the top floor of the building. It could have been a roof, but Joel had put a white umbrella with artificial ivy hanging from the sides where you were sitting. Starry fairy lights placed next to the cushions to avoid attracting too much attention seemed to make this place even more beautiful.  You let go of Ellie's hand and quickly set off to turn on the lights. “ What- I'm sorry but what the actual fuck? “ After you had done the work of turning on the lamps, you went to her. Her face naturally looked very strange but also funny.   “Come. Hold my hand, please. “ You said as quietly as you could. Ellie took your hand, but she seemed undecided whether or not to go.  You finally got her to sit on the mat, take your foods out of the bag and put them on the cover, and since you were going to give your gift lastly, you kind of hid it by taking your bag behind you and were careful for her not to see it.  When you looked at Ellie, you saw that she was admiring the view in front of you. It wasn't fair because you loved this look just as much as Ellie. “ I thought I'd surprise you with something like this. I know you like these kind of scenes. “   She turned her head to you and smiled  with those beautiful dimples. She grabbed one of your hands and squeezed it gently, as if in thanks. “ Thank you baby but you didn't have to. “  “Nah. Don't even dare to tell me that I didn't have to. If you say it again. I'm gonna tickle you 'till you die. “ In response, she threw her head back and laughed. “ I'd like to see you try baby. “

 “ As much as I want to do that right now, I'm very hungry and I can eat you any minute. “  “ Well, babe, although I really would like to see you eating me but I'm hungry too so maybe another time. “ You both laughed when she said that. After watching the magnificent view in front of you for a few more minutes, you started to eat.

  It was almost evening by the time you finished your meal, and it was time to go, as it wouldn't be nice to be in the dark. You caught Ellie's attention with a fake cough as she watched the sky with a smile on her face with her arm under her head. You took the bag behind you without hesitation, but your hands were shaking as you pulled out the box. Ellie was watching you with a frown, carefully following your every move. Or was it what she was thinking?  You coughed to let her focus on your face again, and you stood up, taking her hand and asking her to get up. “Stay. “ You said, looking at her like a kitten. It was a request rather than an order. It was a hope. It was excitement. Indeed, even though you had rehearsed this, your hands and feet were trembling in fear of screwing things up in front of her. You paused for a moment and knelt before her, breathing heavily. Ellie was standing in front of you with her hands at her sides. Even though that emptiness on your face startled you, you didn't back down. There was no turning back from this.

 “ You know I'm not very good at my choices with words, but I'm trying for you. We've been together for a while and not a day goes by without you, Ellie. You've always been by my side. In every sense. But I don't know if I'm being selfish by asking things to get serious but Ellie, I love you and- and will you marry me,babe? “ You finished quickly for fear of screwing up your words. With your head bowed, the ring box made by Joel and the wooden but elegant, painted ring also carved by Joel in your hand, you waited extended towards Ellie, hoping she would accept your proposal. Even though you were serious in your words, it made you proud that you didn't say what you said while rehearsing. Those words were an exaggeration. They didn't reflect you.

 When you least expect it, Ellie grabbed your arms and lifted you up, raising your still slanted head on both cheeks with both hands, planting a kiss on your nose. “ I don't know what you did to do these but you could've just asked me,baby. “ She said in a low voice and you said in the same tone,“ I know but I wanted to see you happy like this, you watching the scene in front of us while I watch you smile. S-so what-" She immediately closed your lips, interrupting you. The light of the fairy lights reflected so beautifully on Ellie's face that her baby-like face was clearly visible. You even forgot the box in your hand while she was kissing you. Pulling back, Ellie bent down, picked up the box and handed it to you. “ I want to get it from you baby. “ You nodded with an enthusiastic smile and handed the box again, but this time you didn't ask the question. She took the ring in her hand, smiled, and put it on. As she did that, you threw the box to be never found again, and you grabbed her waist and swirled her around with laughter and kisses in between. Now you were each other's and no one could separate you. As they say, until death do you part.

  You managed to pack up and make it to Jackson before the evening too fell. You were so happy that you could finally spend time with Ellie like this and surprise her , and even everyone could see it in your eyes. After passing through Jackson's great pass, you came to your house hand in hand, but the light  was on. Just as Ellie was about to open the door, you stopped her and said you had a plan. You both chuckled like witches at this insidious plan and entered the house to implement it.

 Your plan was to play a very bad prank on the Miller family and your friends. You told them that you couldn't propose to Ellie, that she was very grumpy and that you were fighting until you were there and you faked a fight in front of them.

  While Jesse mockingly watched this fake fight, the others were trying to separate and reconcile you. You both got a strong slap from Dina when Jesse, who could silence you all with his loud voice, said that he understood it was a joke, but in the end it ended with laughter and congratulations.  Before leaving the house, Joel said good night and left the house after looking at you both with sad, tearful but proud eyes and stroking both of your heads affectionately. After the door closed, you and Ellie turned to each other, and after turning off the lights, you kissed each other with love and longing. It was like a dream that day, but that dream didn't turn into a nightmare only depended on having Ellie by your side. Finally, the words that couldn't be said before were said and the happy ending was reached.

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Why do you keep mentioning Darrow’s “guilt complex” as a bad thing when it’s literally one of the things which make his character so deep wrt many other main characters? moreover it’s not even guilt it’s empathy which is the main reason why he succeeded in leading the rising, because he is so good at putting himself in others’ shoes. like you mention that a lot especially wrt cassius (which i also think is one of the best redemption ark ever written and for this same reason one of the most interesting things to read), but it’s literally his “guilt” toward cassius and their understanding of each other which followed from that which allowed them to kill the sovereign. like, I always thought it was one of the best things about darrow, which also borderlines with him never being so charismatic and capable of getting close also to his enemies in order to kill them. then of course he cannot always win also because it would be incredibly boring and predictable to read otherwise, but the only time the guilt was openly exploited by the others was in the tetralogy by the Vox but most importantly by Victra and Sevro, which at the same time you don’t criticise and still consider as the best friendship (i’m referring to sevro mostly). in cassius case, they even joked when darrow mentioned killing his brothers (“you can have karnus”). of course the characters which darrow killed or caused death are still mentioned, but grief doesn’t simply disappear and the way it’s portrayed in the serie is actually beautiful and touching for every character. so just why do you hate that so much? especially in relation to cassius?

also speaking of cassius, why you hate him so much, when the things you criticise of him are the actual traits of his storyline? you say he is just a vain facade without actual substance, which is kinda the same thing lysander said about him in IG, which i guess will be a plot point for their characters in the other books. but then why you like victra, who as a matter of fact is a conservative capitalist who would have kindly kept the status quo if not for her obsession with revenge after her sister? the loyalty came later and it was just a way of showing darrow, on whom she had a crush, which she was not evil like antonia in order to win him over.

btw i’m sorry if this ended up being a rant. of course not hate is intended toward you or your opinions. this is your blog and you write whatever you want, especially your opinion are yours. english is not my first language so if something came off as rude or provocative, my apologies in advance, it was never the intention, i’m genuinely curious about your perspective, because you always write super interesting stuff. so this is an actual question, not an hateful thing in any way

Okay...you know you don't have to follow me if you dislike my opinions so much, right? There is even a block button for this type of situation.

I will address this in pieces, so it can be organized.

First of all, fallacies - you are saying I am hating on Darrow's guilt, which you describe as empathy, which is wholly a good thing for his character in your opinion (I will explain after that why they are not the same thing). But, then you say I hate on Cassius for his character traits which make him who he is.

My point - Darrow's guilt and empathy are both traits to his character that make him who he is. Traits make characters, but any trait can be a bad thing or a good thing DEPENDING ON HOW YOU WRITE THEM.

That is something Pierce Brown does - Darrow's rage is focused into obtaining goals, but it also takes away from him things that happen around him, that he simply does not notice due to hyper-focusing on that one thing by using rage as fuel. Many other examples to go around, that is just the top of my head.

Unto explaining why guilt and empathy ARE NOT THE SAME -

Guilt: a feeling of worry or unhappiness that you have because you have done something wrong, such as causing harm to another person; the fact of having done something wrong or committed a crime.

Empathy: the ability to share someone else's feelings or experiences by imagining what it would be like to be in that person's situation.

And what guilt complex means:

A guilt complex is a set of feelings and emotions resulting from guilt or remorse. While guilt is a normal emotion, guilt complexes can be intense experiences of guilt that may cause long-term psychological harm, such as depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem.

Now, having debuked the premise of your arguments, I will answer your questions.

1. I am saying Darrow has a guilt complex, because he does have one. Especially in the first trilogy. His guilt is normal at times, but other times it's ruining living...for more. It's normal to feel it after his first Iron Rain, or for every person that died under his command. It's not normal for him to live his life according to what dead people wished for him. It's not normal for him to feel guilty for not being enough for Eo. It's not normal for him to feel guilt for not being able to convince Roque not to be a fascist cocksucker.

2. Darrow is extremely self-aware and that helps him empathize even with his enemies. He even has high sympathy - while he cannot imagine doing certain things, he can sympathize and be understanding - see Adrius as the most out there, extreme example. That has nothing to do with his guilt, that is an entire different aspect and trait. All that you have mentioned about this, I agree, but for the fact that empathy and guilt are not the same.

3. Why do I hate on Cassius for guilting Darrow into letting him go with Lysander? I do criticise and frankly will never forgive anyone who uses Darrow's guilt for their own agenda.

And idk how long you have been following me, but I dragged Sevro and Kieran through dirt hard for abandoning and guilting Darrow to soothe their own bruised consciences. Ask whoever you find, you can even look for my old posts, in IG and first two halves of Dark Age, I was done with everyone and their mama for their behaviour. And no, I haven't forgiven anyone for doing that to Darrow - and don't get me started on Victra saying Virginia abandoned Sevro, when the Howlers abandoned Darrow first.

Darrow has a very forgiving nature with everyone around him, except himself. People forget that Cassius killed someone in the Passage, bragged about it as a tool, but no one ever dared to use that against him.

And yes, Cassius used Julian to guilt trip Darrow into letting him go with Lysander scot free. Was it really that bad or big of a request? Not really, it wasn't about what he did exactly, but how and why. Why? Was he so tired of conflict that permanent exile sounded better? I don't buy it. He wanted to run away from the fall out of his own choices and spare Lysander in the process.

But those are not Cassius' traits, it's his actions. And yes, I criticise those, because I can as everyone can do to any character they wish. You seem to be under the impression thay I hate Cassius, but I only did that once - he told Darrow to come to his own dissection.

I think Cassius has lots of hypocrisies written into his character, which is not a bad thing, it's character building and it's great to read about, because it makes him human. But between Darrow being an unreliable narrator and Virginia almost pulling a Nero on House Bellona and regretting it deeply enough to cry, everyone is convinced Cassius has no holes in his cape.

And Reaper forbid I say something remotely critiquing the golden boy, the entire fandom jumps down my throat. I do think that hypocrisy is what draws my criticism most, but that does not mean I dislike Cassius, nor do I hate him.

Cassius still has room for development and I believe he can get there and will be interesting to read. I even thought we would get his pov, which I would have liked. I feel we need to see him through more perspectives, because he feels like an incomplete puzzle at the moment.

I haven't even spoken much about Cassius lately, I spoke about Darrow's guilt complex affecting his judgement, his choices and his perceptions. In the tags mostly. Because in GS, Darrow's guilt complex flares and indeed makes Cassius into someone I don't recognize as Cassius. No, I don't believe he is a better man than Darrow and I don't believe he would make a better hero. Darrow thinking the opposite does not make it true.

And I said all of that because it pains me to see Darrow in this state, when he has been through so much, sacrificed so much and will endure even worse. He feels alone, unloved, stranger. And somehow, he came to the conclusion that Cassius is everything he cannot be? 🤨

I also understand why Cassius is the way he is in GS and I can understand him in MS as well. His progress makes sense and I appreciated Pierce Brown for not ass-pulling a redemption arc.

However, Dark Age was emotionally draining as fuck. I have no space for Cassius, who failed to notice Lysander's needs or even his darker nature (if Vindabona did not do it, nothing can), coming to Darrow and hesitating while on duty. I am not here for Cassius' pet project. I said it openly before, Cassius was not there when Alex was murdered, when Heliopolis was flooded with blood - I don't have time for whatever he wants to do with Lysander, unless it's killing him or taking him to Darrow alive and in chains. That same thing goes for whoever else is in the same position - no time, no hesitation.

4. I think I may have said that Cassius seems to be essence without substance if that was what you meant, but...the text supports this interpretation up to a point. All he has is potential, that he is wasting. And while grief is powerful, he still makes bad choices under the guise of honour, but are not in fact honorable. Towards the end of Morning Star he seems to realise what honour is, but we see some concrete proof in Iron Gold. This is when we see him with substance.

5. How can you say I hate on Cassius, but then come with hate for Victra and ask me why I don't hate her? If you like Cassius so much, why do you need me to hate on Victra? Why do you need Darrow's guilt complex to be something good, when it eats at him and is completely different from empathy?

Cassius went against Octavia because he saw solid proof of Octavia killing House Bellona members and blaming it on the Sons of Ares. And loyalty to Darrow came in Dark Age, if we use your logic.

Victra is very tired and very pregnant in Iron Gold and she's missing her husband coming home parade for protests. Which she listens to. Which she gives in for. And when she goes home, she complains about it and jokes her mother would have killed them all and that was why she was faster. And in Dark Age, Paxton confirms how all Julii Barca staff are treated - which is great. Also, Dark Age still highlights her mean streak and dark humour - she's a bitch always has been, but not a malicious one.

Victra's loyalty was forever, since she sworm herself to Darrow and stood in Attica with him. She wanted vengeance, that was her cause, but she would still join the Howlers and fight and protect her comrades. That was her loyalty. Her flaws - she always thought she was too wicked to be worthy of love, she has a mean streak, she burns hot and impulsive.

I was the first to express disappointment when she went rogue and non contact in Iron Gold. I was among the first to criticise her choices. To call out fans who thought she had a brain transplant with Virginia when her actions were wrong, on paper and in plain sight. I have criticised her before, search her tag.

Comparing her to Cassius is impossible, because she is herself and Cassius is his own self. And comparison is not going to get anywhere on this subject.

Anyway, I recommed you block unwanted content from now on. I used to be frutrated by what I believed to be inaccurate, but it was a me problem entirely. My content is for me mostly, so please do block me if you dislike my takes on your faves.

[astroboyanalysis]

Hi! I've been intending to do this for over a decade, so after (finally) watching the Pluto anime* I've got the motivation to at least start. As background for me - I grew up on the 2003 Astro Boy English dub, and am particularly fond of it, but I've seen the majority of the 80's anime, bits of the 60's anime, and have read all of the original manga before. I also loved the 2009/10 movie when it came out because I was like 10/11 years old, so I still kind of fondly look back on it even though it sucked in its own special way. I also love Akira Himekawa's work in general and own the 2003-based manga by them, but in Italian as it was never translated to English. Because I love that bouncy artstyle and think it suits Atom especially well, I picked one of my favorite panels for the icon ^_^

I will reread the original Astro Boy manga (in English, as that's the language I speak, sorry everyone) and analyze it as I go. I'm hoping this will be fun and give me a better connection than I already have to some of the subtler lore and story beats that I've reread so many times over the years. Also as an excuse to talk about it, even if into the void of tumblr.

The order I will be analyzing the manga in is it's order in the Dark Horse Omnibus because that's the physical copy I own. This also means that the "source" for all my comments and information is likely the supplementary text in this omnibus, or my brain, unless otherwise stated (Note: This means it may not be factual. Please correct me if something is actually wrong!). This analysis will be mostly casual but we'll see how it goes. Ideally, I will keep it to one post per chapter - If a story has multiple chapters (like the Once Upon A Time arc), it will have multiple analysis posts and at that point I will decide if it needs a separate final post or if final thoughts should be in the post of the last chapter.

I have a feeling the chronological post option may be useful to you if you plan to read the blog, but it's your life. I will be putting the manga analysis under the very creative "#astro boy manga analysis" tag for this reason.

Looking forward to this! If anyone wants to join me on this journey feel free to follow ^_^ This is a sideblog so if I follow back, it will be under dullard which is my main blog.

*Despite the fact that I already had read the Pluto manga multiple times, I needed to gain emotional stamina to deal with the possibility of change to something I love (my brain is normal). So it took me a while to finally get to watch it.

#I put in my favorite rendition of the original theme and my favorite ending for the 2003 series which is actually REALLY close with- #'boys heart' as i love that one very much as well #astro boy manga analysis #astro boy #mighty atom #tetsuwan atom