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railleriee · 2 years

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The Way They Express interest.

Characters included: Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida, Ranpo, Junichiro, Akutagawa, & Atsushi.

Enjoy <3

Warnings: one mention of murder.

Dazai:

Dazai is definitely a physical affection type of person.

He’s good with his words and most definitely shows affection through them though he relies more on physical affection. I see him being completely touch starved so when it comes to his s/o he’s a whore for it. He’d throw himself on you as he walks into the agency. He’d drag you over on his lap in the middle of a meeting. Glares coming his way from Kunikida.

He’s big on hand holding. When he can’t be engulfed in your whole body he’d intertwine your hands together. He would literally get done murdering someone and instantly grab your hand after. He never wants to be apart from you. In the beginning it was little nudges, an arm around the shoulder, and an occasional hand around your waist. You didn’t mind so he kept getting closer and closer.

Chuuya:

Acts of service are his go too.

He won’t straight up tell you he’s interested. He’s afraid of rejection one-hundred percent.

He’d show up to Mori Corporation with an extra coffee, setting it down on your desk as he walks past. He won’t say anything, just sets it down and continues walking. He’d take on extra missions of yours if you look “stressed”, at least in his eyes. After you leave for the day, he’d clean up your desk space. Even if there's nothing to clean, he still stops to analyze before continuing with whatever he was doing. He’d leave little orange sticky notes attached to your computer with simple compliments along.

After he confesses, he continues with his actions. He’s not one for speaking out about his admiration towards you. He’d remain with simple acts of service and on occasion a kiss as he passes past your desk.

Kunikida:

Kunikita is the type who expresses his interest and love for you by spending time with you.

He’s not big on gift giving nor with words. He indulges by spending quality time with you. He’d make time in his busy schedule to stop by and see you. Some days he’d show up unexpectedly when he’s supposed to be out on a mission. Most of the time you two converse for a half an hour before sitting in complete silence. It's a comfortable silence of course. He’s writing new ideal ideas while you complete some papers for your work. He LOVES movies. I can see him showing up around 7:30pm (on the dot btw), and staying far past the movie is over to converse about the “true” meaning of the movie. He started bringing you around the agency more and more as he became more comfortable with you being there. It wasn’t anything to do with you but the lunatics he worked with.

Dazai definitely teases him for the way he rushes through some of his paperwork load to go see you.

Ranpo:

A total gift giver.

He definitely gives a TON of books. He’d recognize your interests whether it be fantasy, sci-fi, greek mythology, etc. and collect as many books as he can to give you. He gets lost in tract of everything he has purchased over time so it’s all piled in a corner in his bedroom. He surprises you with little baggies of goodies sitting on your desk as you enter the agency. He will never acknowledge that he has gifted you something but you know it's from him by the way his eyes appear, looking at you over his newest mystery book by poe.

Believe it or not he would most definitely share his snacks with his s/o. He may not give them the last one in the bag but he’d definitely give them the first.

He’s also a plushie giver. His favorites are little cats that he hides in your home for you to find, claiming it as a “mystery to solve”.

Junichiro:

This isn’t really a big “love expressor” but I can totally see him just texting you, “wanna take a nap?”

To me, this man SCREAMS tiredness. He’s constantly putting his life in danger. Poor boy needs a nap. He shoots little text messages throughout the day before sending the message. You would be totally caught off guard the first time he ever asked but you complied with his request. From there on out, the texts became a usual occurrence and you had no issue accompanying the boy during his naps.

To him, it expresses that he cares and trusts you enough to be with him during one of the most vulnerable times during his day. He finds warmth in your presence and enjoys making small talk as both of you lay awake trying to fall asleep.

He definitely runs up the stairs as fast as he can when he turns the lights off.

Akutagawa:

Looks, checking in on you.

He hates any kind of physical affection, and he definitely would not express himself through his words.

He’d give you little glances and an occasional nod throughout the day. During missions his eyes are constantly on you. He cares deeply for you but he would never admit it. He watches closely as you fight off another member of the guild, making sure no harm is caused to your skin. In the occurrence even a single hair is harmed on your body he’s a madman. To you, he appears calm and collected. Though his mind is racing with questions and anger. Don’t expect that man or woman to be alive for much longer.

He often finds himself enjoying your presence but will not say much. He watches the way others interact with you. Disgusted by the way the man you're interrogating is objectifying you. He’d officially snap, pulling you to the side and telling the fucker to “fuck off with his shitty comments.”

Atsushi:

He’s a total praiser. Words of affirmation are his favorite by far.

He loves the way you get giddy by a simple, “good job” added with a smile. He knows how his words make you feel. Allowing him to have the upper hand. He enjoys the blush that spreads across your cheeks as he compliments your outfit for the second time today. His favorite phrases are those about your work ethic. He finds it fascinating, the way you work. You’re unlike anyone he’s ever seen before. So calm and collected at times although while on missions your whole demeanor changes. Making comments on how your aim was just right, or that your help was useful.

He’s totally one to fall first, watching how happy his little praises make you.

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northwest-cryptid · 2 months

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You know I wish less shit was so in your face about its core message. Even when I agree with the messages. Like it really feels as though the majority of games or shows have to leave you with some kind of moral message rather than just being a story these days.

I really miss when games were just a story you got to experience or a sequence of puzzles to solve or a bunch of fun mechanics to interact with.

That's not to say you can't have some kind of central moral message at the heart of it all. Most did and the key factor there was that it wasn't super in your face.

I recently watched a playthrough of Silent Hill, a short message or whatever it's called. The writing was awful, the gameplay was non-existent, the message was REALLY in your face; it felt nothing like silent hill. It was just bad. It was really disappointing and I didn't realize why I felt so strongly until I really thought about the last time I got to play a story driven game that wasn't some moral preaching of how I should be a good person and not kill myself or something.

And again, I agree! I can't overstate how much I agree with the idea that murder is generally bad and suicide isn't good. Yet I don't need a game to aggressively tell me this every two seconds while trying to make it seem like they pulled a fast one on me with a DRAMATIC TWIST I could see coming a mile away because they fucking announced it.

When it comes to games trying to deliver a message I really think there's a scale of like, absolutely not saying anything to saying way too much.

Silent Hill 2 is a great example of not saying anything but it's good because the people who care will dive deep enough to get the message out of it. Believe it or not there's people out there who played sh2 and think James is a good person which like... Did we play the same game?!

A little further down the scale we have xenoblade 1 which I feel absolutely states the message but does so well within it's lore to the point it feels natural and doesn't detract from the experience.

Even further still I feel Undertale fits the middle of the road. You get it's message clear as day, almost annoyingly so; however I can't complain too much because the game is an enjoyable experience regardless and the core message fits well. It makes sense. The characters are enjoyable. There's still a lot to love there even if it punches me in the face every 5 seconds with "MURDER IS BAD" it feels earned and justified.

The problem I have is that beyond this, there's almost no middle ground between "it's heavy handed but good!" And "please fucking shut up I get it I get it I get it!"

A Short Message is bad any way you slice it. We're talking bad animation, weird immersion breaking third person and then first person and then third person and then live action but only for this scene and then game engine again type shit. We're talking bad voice acting, bad gameplay where you really don't get any agency or choice. It's a whole mess of problems and the entire time they're really hamming up the core message they want to deliver, which doesn't even go anywhere. The characters don't grow, the plot "twists" are obvious and bad, and the characters kinda just don't make sense at all. This isn't exactly meant to be a review so much as it is to say

This is the unfortunate norm for a lot of games now.

I don't want to sound like some "right winger" so no I'm not going to say that a game trying to align with younger leftist values is inherently bad. I'm all for games with gay characters or characters who are trans or whatever. I'm literally a disabled NB/Genderfluid/queer pansexual Native American and man does that feel like buzzwords at this point so obviously I don't mind that stuff showing up in games...

What I do mind is when games think they can skirt by because of all that. Gameplay? We don't need it our main character is gay, we gave him a boyfriend who's trans! Story? What do you mean what's the story? I just told you gay trans boyfriend!? What more do you want?!

Or just you know "hey you know what, what if you were the bad guy the whole time because killing is WRONG!"

Sure alright you wanna see that done really well? Unfortunately if I tell you the name of some games now it'll spoil them completely but I can think of 3 games so here's a list without names.

1. You literally spend the whole game fighting enemies who speak a language you don't understand and you view them as monsters to be killed because you don't know they're pleading with you to not kill their friends and loved ones. However on a second playthrough you CAN understand them and guess what? This doesn't change anything, have fun needing to kill innocent beings to progress the story all while finally understanding what they're desperately trying to tell you.

2. You're taking over for the last guy who had this job and my god he was a dick. As you go through the game you're going to learn a lot about him and why everyone has beef with the guy and doesn't really trust you as a result. Only they seem to take it really personally when you speak confidently that you'll do better than he did... That's because you literally are him and you're not aware because it's a time loop. This dude you spent like half the game seeing as a horrible person is literally you and suddenly everything makes sense when it comes to how these people treat you. Unfortunately you still have a job to do and it's a lot easier if you start thinking like he did.

3. You're an innocent victim of war and spend half the game attempting to make right the suffering inflicted upon you and your friends, only when you're finally face to face with the man responsible for the war itself you're let in on a secret that no one knew but him. Finally understanding the nature of not just the war but the world itself you can almost understand why he's doing what he is, and unfortunately for everyone your words aren't enough to talk him down with going through with his plans to literally end the lives of everyone from your entire continent. Now you're faced with the gut wrenching decision to kill him to protect the very people you've learned are actually even more at fault, as you figure out he's merely doing this since your people attacked his long before and he's trying to protect them from another genocide by making sure your people don't have the chance. You're both in the wrong, and it's just your luck that when you refuse to kill him a third party steps up to finish the job and take his place as the big bad of the story; but hey at least you're not the bad guy anymore.

There's more but these three games, which I unfortunately will not name because doing so now will spoil them; handled the concept really REALLY well. Proper twists in the story, waiting to say their piece till just the right moment; actually giving you information that makes sense for you to know instead of trying to infodump about how clearly you're in the wrong.

I miss stories that are worth telling instead of games just shouting at you about morals. It's like if metal gear revengance took itself seriously but somehow amped up the cheese factor at the same time.

Side note I know people who play mgr and think it's absolutely the deepest thing ever and took it like a stoic masterpiece and I genuinely have no idea how. Like so much of that game is silly random over the top bullshit you can't get mad at people for laughing at it. These people get mad if you jokingly say "MEMES JACK, THE DNA OF THE SOUL" like you're shitting on some sacred tomes or something.

Anyways I'm not saying every game sucks now or something, I play plenty of good shit. But few have good STORIES I really want something genuine, a story to be told that I get to experience and that I can go back through over again and enjoy maybe a little differently. This was never too much to ask even a couple years ago but I feel like if the game isn't trying to nudge me aggressively with "we're just like you cool trans gay teens!" It's aggressively in my face about "noooo don't be mean being mean is bad! We're gonna stop this problem by being nice uwu" and not even in the fun self aware Undertale way, just like in the really annoying in your face "I'm taking the moral high ground so I'm better than you" kinda way.

Anyways before anyone yells at me about how I totally said your favorite game is awful, feel free to ask my opinion of a game in an ask or something and then if I say it's bad you can absolutely get on me about it. Unless your favorite game is that new silent Hill a short message game thing in which case I'm sorry that you have awful taste in games because there are better games that deliver on the same message with better gameplay AND story AND graphics AND voice acting so like I don't get it.

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armed-aphrodite · 1 year

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Obsessed with Pentiment and the Oresteia in dialogue.

Spoilers below the tag

(Oresteia spoilers, but you’re already 2,400 years late) A trilogy of tragedies, the Oresteia covers the final years of the curse of the house of Atreus. A family of blood, incest, murder of all varieties, the house of Atreus has been at each other’s throats for centuries. Right before the first play, Agamemnon, the eponymous character sacrificed his own daughter Iphigenia so he could sail to Troy to get back his brother’s wife. Upon his return, justice for Iphigenia comes as Agamemnon’s wife Clytemnestra offs him in the bathtub with her lover (Agamemnon’s brother) Aegisthus. Justice for Agamemnon comes from his children with Clytemnestra, Orestes and Electra, who are told by Apollo to kill Clytemnestra and Aegisthus. Thereafter the furies pursue Orestes for matricide.

However, the trilogy ends not with more bloodshed, but with a trial (an etiology for Athenian legal trials) headed by Athena. With no small bit of misogyny, Orestes is found innocent, and the Furies (goddesses of vengeance) are renamed the Eumenides (the kindly ones) and given a role with the city; retribution has been coopted by the city as a justice system is formed. All of the pain and agony of previous generations built upon each other led to this moment, and then it ended, the curse lifted. All’s well that ends.

(Pentiment spoilers here on out) Pentiment, a game about how the present is built on the past, uses its three-part structure to similar effect; given its calls to antiquity (although Roman much more often than Greek) I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s purposeful. We Feel how decisions small and large reverberate decades down the line. The current Bavarian town is built upon the ruins of a Roman city and (I WARNED ABOUT SPOILERS, MAJOR ONES, TURN BACK NOW) its religion is too, in its way. But it flips the script on the Oresteia in the progression of its crimes, or rather, its justice.

The Oresteia begins with a stone cold murder. But it moves to a god telling someone to commit murder, which makes Orestes’ matricide more questionable. It’s Wrong, but also a god told him to – the pious thing to do is to go and commit murder, if it’s morally questionable. The ending ends the murder spree and sets everyone free on the backs of another god (or goddess) and the justice system.

Where religion and law are freeing in the Oresteia, in Pentiment the first act begins with a trial from a religious figure of importance, his Reverence Jacob Estler. But rather than a beacon of truth, he is a cause of great pain – based on your investigation, he has someone killed. Nobody knows if he’s right, because it’s not the point – all of the suspects were grievously wronged by the murdered party, and the town is worse off without whomever is blamed (well we can talk about Ferenc). We see the problems and trauma caused by the loss of whatever individual is taken. Estler isn’t come to solve everything, but is the problem to be solved.

In the second act, there’s a middle ground attempt at justice, a Vehmic Court pushed by the peasantry. It’s mob justice, but still an attempt is made to find the true murderer and bring them to justice (gruesome as that justice is).

In the third and final act, there is no court, and the process is slow. This is the process of one woman seeking to right her wronged family member, and also the depressed old guy who helps her. The God’s justice, man’s justice, these have failed, but when someone goes on a vengeance quest, the true culprit is found, justice is served. But instead of wrapping it up neatly in a bow, the game implies that this is but one moment in time. It looks back on the history of the town, and implies a future, depending on what you tell the townsfolk about the culprit and his motives. That future is not clean, and likely fraught with inconsistencies and potentially more trouble with the church. All things are ongoing, all things are part of the same jenga tower. Nothing ever ends.

What is the point of all this? No idea, but if Pentiment is a tragedy, we deserve a Pentiment Satyr Play. Greek tragedy trilogies came with a satyr play, and by god I want to play as In-Your-Walls post-Act 2 Maler stealing things, getting up to shenanies, just acting like a little pixie to the townsfolk. Maybe play a part in getting Endris hitched.

#pentiment #pentiment spoilers #the oresteia

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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concept: edward x bruce x reader. and it's dub and or noncon. and what if bruce was the....er.... sandwich filling so to speak. its crazy but it could just work...

thank you for requesting!!! ok so i mostly put my real nasty noncon stuff on AO3 because it's easier to filter out on there for anyone who doesn't want to see it, so i went a less explicit route and chose some dubcon i can write something a bit darker for AO3 if you would like though, just let me know!

anyway, here's some bruce x gn reader x eddie and i'm SO SORRY i made eddie the lil sandwich filling because i think he deserves it

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reply under here, minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: threats of violence and murder, manipulation, dubcon

The ropes that held his body to the chair strained against his muscular, bare torso, which twisted and pushed against them, tightening against his skin and sending shivers down Eddie’s spine. You watched from behind, gazing at the glee on his face over the top of your captive’s head, your arms on the hostage’s shoulders, trying to hold him still, Eddie’s smile creeping wider out to the sides of his face with glee. You loved seeing him happy, seeing him get what he wanted, what you both wanted.

“Who would have thought it was Bruce under that stupid mask all along, huh?”

He sneered, and it was impossible to tell but he seemed angry actually. That the beloved vigilante was that irritating billionaire? That Bruce Wayne was deserving of even more adoration from the general, idiotic masses? That he hadn’t managed to solve that one himself? Whatever the reason, he’d been silent for almost twenty minutes after tearing off the cowl to reveal the man underneath, and now, with half of Bruce’s face covered again, Eddie spat his words out at him.

“I knew I should have left it on you. I knew it! But I thought, wouldn’t it be wonderful to see how vulnerable he is under there? How handsome he might be? I’ve ruined it for myself now, though, haven’t I?”

Eddie looked at you, desperate for some confirmation that it was going to be ok. Tears welled in his eyes and a fat, wet tear escaped, ruining his façade ever so briefly before he rubbed it quickly away with the sleeve of his jacket. You shook your head, shooting a soft smile his way, tensing your fingers on Bruce’s bare shoulders, knuckles white at the tension. You were angry, too. He’d upset Eddie, and you couldn’t bear to see him not getting his way. But your smile, your reassurance, had him straightening back up, letting out a slow exhale to calm himself down, regulating his mood.

“I’m still getting what I came here for, Batman. And you can either fight it, or submit. It’s your choice.”

You weren’t surprised by his reaction. A crush was a crush. You had one on Eddie, he had one has one? on the man tied tight to the wooden chair in the middle of the floor of the abandoned building you were all standing in, freezing cold and tense. Your fingers were leaving indents in the shoulder muscles of Bruce, and you were felt almost apologetic. For luring him there, for helping get his guard down, for tying him up. For humouring Eddie, for being so infatuated with him that you were willing to commit crimes just to make him happy. You were under his spell though, and whatever sympathy, whatever morals were struggling to stay afloat amidst the madness you had spiralled into, were drowned out by Eddie’s smile, his bright green eyes, and his precious pout.

As Eddie stepped closer, one foot in front of the other, seductive as he was threatening, you let your hands trail down the front of Bruce’s chest, leaning into his back, resting your chin on his shoulder against his neck. You licked your lips and smiled as Eddie stared back at you, hunger in his eyes.

“How does he taste?”

Tongue against Bruce’s neck, tentatively at first, only flattening and lapping when Eddie raised an eyebrow at you, you tasted sweat, salt tingling on your taste buds.

“He’s good, Eddie.” You breathed into Bruce’s neck, arousal pulsing into you as you noticed him clench, tensing his muscles, the veins in his neck pressing against his skin. And an almost imperceptible twitch from his cock, squeezing his legs together in an attempt to either hide his arousal or will it away. But you had noticed all the same.

And so had Eddie.

“No point hiding it now, Brucie” he taunted, settling himself into Bruce’s lap, arms around his neck, one moving to trace the outline of his jaw. You held his head in place, ending his struggle, and letting Eddie finish his caress, finger working down the angular shape to the bottom of Bruce’s chin where he pressed it up, leaning in, and pressing his lips to Bruce’s.

And although he was struggling against it, mouth clamped tightly shut, Bruce was stuck accepting the kiss as you held him in position, his body strapped tight to the chair, your body behind him pushing forward against any attempts to rock the chair. He grunted though, moaning against Eddie’s mouth which was clamped tightly to his, tongue pressing between his lips and trying desperately to find entry. In an attempt to keep the mood up, you took off most of your clothes, down to your underwear, and began stroking the back of both of their heads, running your hands through their hair and tracing the back of their neck with your fingers. The hair on their arms pricked up, encouraging you further, as you moved back behind Bruce, kissing his neck, eyes open and staring at Eddie who was still furiously trying to get his tongue inside of Bruce’s mouth.

As you stared at each other, the passion, the visceral and raw desire building in you both as you maintained intense eye contact, pulled guttural moans from Eddie and whimpering, pleading tones from your chest. And enticed by the sounds, a soft, low growl had escaped Bruce’s throat, no longer filled with anger. There was more underneath it now. The touch, the sensational overload of bodies pressed against bodies, heat in the cold of the room you stood in. Adrenaline seeping into the air around you all.

“You can pretend all you want, Brucie baby, but from where I’m sitting, I can tell this is doing something for you.” Eddie pulled back from the kiss, hand on Bruce’s cheek and giggling as he squirmed in his lap, biting his lips when he settled onto Bruce’s hard form, grinding and sending Bruce’s head snapping back where you gripped under his chin. Taking advantage of his position, you kissed him, your lips against his upside down, and oddly enough, he didn’t fight back. Whispering a groan into your open mouth, he was kissing you back, and you were certain you could see his arms make an attempt to move, to grab you, but bashed against the restraints instead, fists clenched.

Irritated by what he was no doubt viewing as competition, feeling very sorry for himself and like the whole situation was unfair, Eddie slapped your hands away from Bruce’s chin and grabbed it, fingers on his cheeks, tight, pulling him into another attempt at a kiss. And this time, luckily for you and Bruce, it was reciprocated. You watched Eddie’s eyebrows raise and his cheeks flush red as Bruce met his energy levels, finally, their tongues trailing out of their mouths and against each other. Your stomach began to tense up, filled with warmth, needle like tingling growing. You made your way to the front of them both, settling down on the floor where you began to stroke Eddie’s thighs. You were here to serve him first, your own enjoyment came second.

He stood up from Bruce’s lap and unceremoniously yanked his pants down, cock bobbing freely in the cool air, explicitly erect and flushed with colour at the head, perfect. He bent down to kiss you, a tenderness in it that you rarely got to experience, but which lasted far too short as he pulled back from you and positioned himself on top of Bruce, knees on either side of the wide chair he was strapped to, hands balanced on the tough shoulders, genitals at eye level and brushing against the cowl and Bruce’s jaw as Eddie expelled breathy laughter.

“Can I trust you, Bruce? Because the first sign of anything untoward and I’ll have our friend here murder you where you sit, ok?”

He gripped the ears of the cowl, pulling Bruce’s head back, loosening the grip to allow the man below him to nod. And easing it back down before using his grip on the points to push his face forward, where Bruce willingly dropped his jaw and took Eddie in, almost fully on the first thrust. The deeply, and almost stereotypically, pornographic noise that erupted from Eddie’s mouth had you desperate to be involved in the swiftly climactic activities, so you took your position, on your knees, behind Eddie. Gripping at his cheeks, you spread him apart and buried your face between them, tongue flat and pressed against his hole.

“Hng…fuck…that’s it Brucie…take me.”

Eddie was clenching, his body shaking as you took your tongue and prodded it into him, flicking it up and down, hoping that some of the gasps and whines, interspliced with profanity and praises to a God he didn’t believe in, were for your efforts. But before you could truly discern what was sending him over the edge, he reached it, screeching, legs straightening and then buckling under him as he landed on Bruce’s lap, cheeks pressed around the hard cock below him. Gasping, you stood up and wrapped your arms behind Eddie, marvelling at the mess he had made while you were otherwise occupied. Bruce sat, drooling and red faced, cum trailing from his mouth onto immaculate jawline, dripping to his abdomen where his body met Eddie’s.

“Ok” Eddie was panting, snickering between breaths, “who’s going next?”

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karatam · 7 months

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Read recently (April - Sept 2023)

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The Fiancée Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur. A queer romance with a fake dating trope. This was very cute, though the romance genre isn't usually my favourite. I wish it had been a liiiittle more slow burn, and they deserved more than just the one sex scene lmao

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Blood of the Chosen by Django Wexler. Picks up a few weeks after Ashes of the Sun, with siblings Maya and Gyre still on opposite sides of the fight. Gyre tries to help another rebellion while Maya is sent off to spy on a potentially traitorous rival of her mentor. Definitely a middle book in a trilogy, but a big big plus this book has over its predecessor is that the very annoying character suddenly became wayyy less annoying and in fact became quite funny. Had some twists I didn't see coming and had me reaching for the final book right away.

Emperor of Ruin by Django Wexler. Picks up right away once again, with Maya and Gyre, uh, running for their goddamn lives? This author writes fight and battle scenes very well and I also liked the amount of research the characters have to do. Love how plot points from the first book circled back to be relevant once again. And once again the queer romance in this series is very sweet, even as the characters are attempting to not die. I really liked this series overall.

Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh. How do I even describe this book without giving too much away? Kyr is a soldier in training, one of the last remnants of the human race in the galaxy, after humanity was basically wiped out during a war about 20 years ago. But when her twin brother is assigned a suicide mission and she's assigned to just have babies forever, she strikes out with a hostage alien and her brother's strange friend to try and help keep her brother alive. And along the way, must confront the truth of everything she's ever known. I LOVED this book. Kyr's upbringing has echoes of cults and something like north korea, and she struggles with that throughout the whole book, it's not something tossed away easily once she discovers what's going on. And in her flaws, there's such a humanity, and my heart hurt to see her in pain. Highly recommended.

Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann. This is non-fiction, which is a bit unusual for me, but wow it's great. This tells the story of the Osage Murders, a series of killings during the 1920s where dozens of members of the Osage Nation were murdered due to their tribe's ownership of oil rights in the region, and then the investigation and cover-ups that went along with them. Leaves you feeling bereft by the sheer volume of injustices committed against the Osage nation (and still, no doubt, being committed to this day). But there are still feelings of hope and kindness and generosity and grace, as this community tries to both protect itself and heal, even as the writer discovers more and more crimes that aren't part of the official tally.

#jess reads stuff #jessreads #sorry it's a bit long #I forgot to do one of these over the summer

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spirit-small · 2 years

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Edgeworth didn't like taking Phoenix to work with him. He tended to find him more distracting than helpful, and more often than not they would wind up arguing over something trivial and it simply was not a pleasant experience for him, no matter how much Phoenix missed being in the courtroom.

It was hardly a substitute, but to at least break up the monotony of being stuck at home, he would sometimes accompany Trucy on her daily activities. Now, a middle school classroom isn't the most exciting place for a borrower in his 30s. But it's a change, at least. Even if he is just kinda sitting in a bag. The real excitement comes when Trucy does her magic act.

Being a magician is, in many ways, he thinks, similar to being a lawyer, weirdly enough. The way the lawyer captivates the crowd, making them believe whatever unbelievable thing you're selling them. It's about not only convincing them, but even believing in yourself that what you claim is true. That you can truly perform miracles. The magic stage or the courtroom, the game is the same. And the name of that game is deception.

Now, sure, being a borrower ratatouilling a bean in order to practice law is a couple more layers of deception than most lawyers would have, but the principle here is the same.

Or was.

He misses it. The thrill of it all. Cracking the case and solving a crime is a feeling unlike any other, and one he'd gotten hooked on in his brief career as a lawyer.

So when he spots a crime scene from the safety of his daughter's pocket, he can't help but get a look.

"Hey, Truce... Can you see what's going on over there?" Phoenix calls up to her.

"Hmm... Looks like a murder. Wanna go see a dead body?" Trucy holds up her fists and looks down at Phoenix in her pocket, excitement in her eyes.

"Oh, you know I- actually. Wait. Wait. Am I a bad father if I take my daughter to crime scenes...? I mean, murder and death and crime doesn't exactly... Seem like the kind of thing I should be exposing you to? Hmm..." Phoenix thinks back to his days as a lawyer with Maya, and how Pearl would often accompany them to the site of crimes much worse than this, at an even younger age, and she turned out... Fffffffine? Relatively speaking.

"Oh, come on, Daddy, what's the worst that could happen?" Trucy rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, let's go look at a dead body."

Trucy does an excited little hop and bounces toward the police line - do not cross. She hides Phoenix in her cape on her shoulder, for ease of talking without suspicion. Just as she tries to duck under the police tape, she's stopped by an officer.

"WooOOOOoooOOOOooOOOOOOAH there, kiddo!" An ear-piercing screech. "Y-Y-You can't go in there!" He gets on his loudspeaker. "THIS IS A RESTRICTED AREA, SIR!!!"

"Listen, Truce, this was a bad idea, maybe we'd better-"

"No way, Daddy, I got this. Watch!" Trucy winks and sticks her tongue out. She turns her attention to the officer.

"I'm here on behalf of Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. And I don't think the man in line to be the next Chief Prosecutor would take all too kindly to you holding me up like this. Hrmph!" She crosses her arms and pouts at him.

"Prosecutor... E-edgeworth? But this is... Prosecutor Gavin's..."

"grrmbl more like prosecutor FOP... grmmbrgrl..." A detective in a lab coat pushes past them, shoveling snacks in her mouth.

"Ema Skye...?" Phoenix whispers.

"Ema Skye?" Trucy repeats aloud.

"Hm?" Ema turns and looks Trucy over, up and down. "Am I supposed to know who you are?"

"Well... No, but, I think... You know my Daddy?"

"Mmhmm." Phoenix nods.

"Your Daddy."

"Phoenix Wright!"

"Phoenix... Wait, for real? I didn't even know that was scientifically possible! I mean, science is still totally unaware of the mere existence of b- Ahem. You have to tell me everything. Is he nearby? Is he..." Ema gets in close to Trucy and whispers. "Is he here with us right now?"

Trucy nods.

"Perfect. Let's go somewhere private, I'd like to catch up." Ema grabs Trucy’s arm and starts dragging her away from the crime scene.

"But don't you have an investigation to do?" Trucy asks.

Ema shrugs. "Dude's dead. He ain't going nowhere. I'll get on it in a bit. Meekins, hold my calls."

"I-I-I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT, SIIIIIIRRRRRR!" Meekins yells into his loudspeaker.

Trucy takes Ema back to the Wright Talent Agency, formerly the Fey & Co Law Offices. She takes Phoenix off her shoulder, placing him on a cluttered table after clearing off a space for him (just kinda shoving some junk onto the floor).

Ema gets in close to Phoenix, violating his personal space just a little bit. She hasn't seen him, nor any other borrower, in years. They're elusive creatures, and any sort of scientific research into them is almost non-existent. She has, since they first met, had a desire to thoroughly study his biology and put together a full paper on borrowers, but he and Maya said something about "potentially catastrophic consequences" and "putting millions of borrowers at risk" so even her offers to only publish it posthumously, either after her passing or Phoenix's, were shut down.

Her curiosity had never quite been sated on that front. Though she didn't want Phoenix to feel uncomfortable around her or like he was nothing but an experiment, so she tries to keep the scientific angle to a minimum. Which is hard, since science is one of the few things she has left that bring her joy. Science, and snackoos. She can't resist asking at least one question.

"Soooo... How did this... Y'know... Happen?" She gestures to Phoenix and Trucy.

Phoenix looks up at her and closes his eyes, putting his fingers together and kind of making a triangle around his nose. He inhales deeply.

"That... is a long story."

-----

"...huh. So it's true, then? Maya's no longer practicing... But like, for real this time. Because, remember, when we first met she said she was retired-"

"Yes. Yes I remember, Ema. I was there too."

"Right. Well, anyway, that's too bad. I was really hoping I'd get to work on some cases with her. This prosecutor I'm working with, ugh, don't get me started. He's both glimmerous, AND a fop! It's like the worst two in one! I was planning to help her out just to spite him..." Ema leans back and munches on a few snackoos, a kind of annoyed look on her face.

"Well... You know... If he's that bad... I do have an in at the prosecutor's office... Maybe I could make things... A little difficult for him? Eh?"

"Would Mr. Edgeworth really do something like that?” Ema perks up.

“Well... maybe not. He’s been on a real ‘morals’ and ‘ethics’ kick the last couple years, he’d probably say it’s some sort of ‘abuse of the power and respect his position affords’. Like the square he is.” Phoenix crosses his arms and pouts.

“Damn.” Ema follows suit.

"...so, detective, huh?"

"Ugh, yeah. They wouldn't put me on the forensics team. Can you believe it? They expect me to actually investigate without the latest in scientific investigative technology? Do they think I'm some sort of barbarian? Or cro-magnon? Or maybe like a wild west samurai, or-"

"I get the picture, Ema."

"R-right. I just... Urggh!" Ema looks away and shoves a handful of snackoos in her mouth. "I jussh don shee ow zhey shink-" she swallows. "-I can actually solve any crimes if they don't even give me the basics. Like, CSI Miami circa 2004 at LEAST. I'm flopping here, Wright. FLOPPING!"

"Well... Y'know... If you ever need some help investigating... I was pretty good at figuring out the real culprit in court." Phoenix smirks at her. Ema's eyes go wide.

"You wanna... Ratatouille me?"

“Well, no- Maya knew absolutely nothing about the law, but you became a detective all on your own. I don’t think ‘ratatouille’ is the right word here. I just wanna lend a helping hand, if you want it.”

“You really trust me to keep you safe? To keep you a secret?”

Phoenix chuckles. “I trust Edgeworth to, don’t I?”

“Ha! Well, alright, Wright- What do you say we head down to the crime scene?” Ema puts her hand down palm-up next to him. Phoenix steps on and she lifts him up to her shoulder.

“Ummm, Daddy?” Trucy looks at Phoenix and makes a face.

“Riiiight, Truce. I forgot you were here for a minute. Just, uh... head on home, don’t tell Edgey about any of this.”

“Well of course not! He’d be sooooo mad at you.” Trucy winks and sticks her tongue out. “I’m just wondering how you’re gonna get home.”

“...hm. Ema, you can drop me off later, right? If not, Trucy should be fine walking across town in the middle of the night, won’t you, Truce?”

“You know I love the smell of a seedy alleyway after dark, Daddy!”

“That’s a good girl.”

“...no, uh, no, I think I’ll drop you off. It’s fine. I feel like as an officer of the law I’m supposed to discourage teenage girls from going out alone at night.” Ema makes a moderately concerned face but pretty quickly wipes it away when she realizes she doesn’t actually care that much.

“Come on, Wright.” Ema adjusts her hair to hide Phoenix on her shoulder. “Let’s go solve a murder.”

#ratattorney #phoenix and ema bonding over being depressed pathetic losers that failed to achieve their dreams is everything to me

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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Scar appreciates that Doc trusts him on matters of the alien and supernatural. It’s a trust born of mutual respect, and also mutual whatever happened during the whole Area 77 fiasco.

(Scar should, uh, probably have a better idea of what happened than he does? But like, come on guys, it got complicated, and sometimes Scar deliberately forgets things that aren’t interesting to him, and also sometimes Doc would say something and Scar would be like “yeah sure of course Doc” but actually he didn’t know what Doc was saying at all, he was just lying to make himself feel better and also to make Doc think Scar knew what he was doing, and. Beside the point. Life is just confusing sometimes when you’re GoodTimesWithScar, is all Scar wants to make clear, here.)

Anyways! Scar appreciates that Doc still thinks Scar knows how to contain and deal with supernatural threats! The giant hole in the middle of Boatem probably begs to differ, but honestly Grian is a force of nature all his own, so Scar figures he probably gets a free pass on that one. Also, it’s funnier if it stays there, which is a very important metric when it comes to these things.

Now, Scar does appreciate it.

That doesn’t mean Scar knows what to do with, uh, this.

“...I mean, it’s Rendog?” Scar says, shrugging.

“Scar, he’s speaking in tongues.”

“It’s Ren! I don’t know! These things happen to him sometimes!”

“What do you mean these things happen to him sometimes?”

“I mean, like, these things happen! Grimdog, there was like, definitely something very space-shaped going on last season, you weren’t there for Third Life but oh man-”

“Scar, he’s speaking in tongues and... talking to the moon! Something is seriously wrong here and I would appreciate some support!”

“I’m being supportive,” pouts Scar, which he then realizes probably isn’t very supportive. He takes a deep breath. Okay, so maybe ‘Ren is just possessed sometimes I don’t know what to tell you’ isn’t an appropriate response, even if it’s the one Scar very much wants to give. This also doesn’t resemble any of the space stuff Scar knows. (Scar has books. Most of them are about Star Wars and astronauts, but he has books! Some of which he took from Cubfan, but most of which are his own.) It’s probably moon-related, but...

He sighs and actually reaches for the magic of the world. Soft blue briefly dances from his fingertips. Soft... he blinks. Huh. That’s... weird. He can’t place how it’s weird, though. There’s obviously strange things happening, what with the big moon and Ren’s behavior. And something feels off about the magic of the world.

But for the life of him, Scar has no idea what it is. Honestly, it just feels like...

“I don’t know what to tell you, Doc. I don’t think it’s aliens?”

“Great, Scar. Thank you. We have ruled out aliens. No... no magic nonsense?”

“I mean...” Scar shrugs.

“Fantastic,” Doc says.

“This really feels more like a problem you’d be good at solving than one I’d be good at solving,” Scar adds helpfully. “Or we can just like... wait it out? Someone normally knocks Ren back to his senses eventually after these things.”

“Scar, last season he lost two limbs!”

“...mostly,” Scar amends.

Doc throws his hands in the air. “I don’t know why I asked you,” he says.

“It does feel weird though,” Scar admits. “But like... like the whole world is weird. Not like Ren’s weird. If that helps? I don’t think that’s particularly helpful. You know my kind of magic doesn’t normally do much with...” Scar gestures at Ren, who is still speaking in languages unknown to mortal ears, trying very hard to say something and failing miserably.

“Yeah, I know,” Doc says, sighing. “Thanks anyway, man.”

As they leave, Scar watches them. At least, Scar thinks, Ren isn’t trying to murder people. That kind of possession is way more inconvenient. Not that Scar has any problems with murder. Just like. It would be harder to try to get him to sit still to figure out what’s going on if it had been the murder kind of possession again.

...it’s also...

Scar looks across Boatem at the observatory Grian has built, and at the canyon where Cub, Scar’s normal space buddy, is hiding. One of them has got to be compiling a list of weird moon things, right? May as well add this one to the pile. If there’s a pile. If there’s not, Scar’s going to go back to ignoring it in favor of finishing some important detail work. He has mountains to string up.

#hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #docm77 #tw unreality #(only very lightly implied but here to be safe)#a bee fic #so doc's tweets inspired me #i find it funny that rendog getting mildly possessed appears to be a trend

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floraltypes · 3 years

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lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

With Dwayne Pride if you wright for him if you don't just Gibbs please <3

who - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

an - i’m sorry! i haven’t seen ncis new orleans, so i probably couldn’t write dwayne very well … hope this is okay, for some reason i had trouble writing it :/

please continue to send in asks !!

unedited :/

Blankets surrounded your body, your leg ontop of another while light snores left your mouth. Hair was messed up and a hand was slowly moving to stroke your cheek. The curtains allowed peaks of the sunlight to peak through in your bedroom. A man lying beside you in his sweatpants and old tee.

The grey haired, older, man kept his eyes on your peacefully sleeping face, truly enjoying whatever dream you were imagining. He made no move to remove your leg from the top of his, but did make a move to place his fingers above your face, lightly pushing some stray baby hairs away.

A part of him silently cursed to himself, wishing that he had learned how to work his phone better, then being able to snap a photo of this calming moment for his own purposes.

Gibbs wouldn’t admit it to you, but these moments were more important to him than working on a boat, or the thrill after finally catching a bastard. There was something so domestic, so calming, with these times spent together. Time for him to think to himself, and also have the one he loves so much be so close.

Time to think about the past, and wonder how he got lucky enough for it to land here. Though, he may have lost a lot, and they would never be forgotten, he was grateful for another opportunity at pure happiness.

But his time to enjoy the peacefulness soon ended with a ring of a cellphone, causing you to stir a bit in your sleep. You eventually opened your eyes, staring up at the man who now had the hand that was formally on your face, resting on your chest.

“What’s that?” You questioned, trying to sit up and rub your eyes. “Can you get it?”

“It’s your cellphone,” He answered, missing the warmth of your leg, now having it be moved to lay on the mattress itself.

“Mmk,” You mumbled, reaching over to your side table and grabbing it. Flipping the screen up, you moved it to your ear. “L/n,” You tried to make your morning voice sound more as your own.

“If it isn’t little Y/n!” A cheerful voice spoke loudly on the other line. “Ya miss me?”

“No. What do you need?” You rolled your eyes, getting off of the bed, Gibbs eyes traveling your body as you walked to your dresser, picking out a outfit. “Mhm, okay,” You nodded to yourself. “I’ll be there, text me the address. Oh. Never mind then. Bye.”

Gibbs got out of the bed, going to stand beside you. He silently observed as you rolled your eyes once again, opening another drawer, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, a small kiss on the inside of your neck.

“Who’s that?”

“A old coworker.” You opened your underwear drawer, picking a pair for the day.

“Purple,” Gibbs commented, as you dropped the blue pair back into the others, reaching for the one he chose.

“Gosh, it’s like we really are married,” You laughed to yourself, looking back at his straight face. “Sorry, you would know too much about that. But that’s not my point, there is a dead marine there and that means we’ve got work.”

“You didn’t seem to happy to hear from him,” Gibbs unwrapped his arms as you moved to your closet, picking out a dress shirt.

“I wasn’t. He’s annoying and almost cost me my job at the time. But, it’s our job, we have to go, so grab your clothes in the bottom drawers,” You turned around and pointed at the dresser that held some of his items, now finding what you needed and beginning to change.

———————-

“If you are all interested to know… I spent the morning watching a old TV show airing about a classic comedic couple who travels the world with their adopted son,” Tony announced to no one in particular, sitting at his desk as the others sat at theirs.

Ziva had her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair a bit. McGee sat in his, rubbing his eyes and looking down at his phone.

“What did you do this morning, McGee?” Ziva looked over to McGee, watching as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Trying to work on my new writing.. but for my character, uh, Miranda, I need a good backstory for her, people are really grasping onto her character from the former story. I’ve read some things saying they think she’ll get with Gibbs, I mean Libbs!”

“Interesting,” Ziva tsked. “I read the story and your Miranda character, who is obviously Y/n, and I don’t see it.”

“You know nothing about romance, Ziva,” Tony waltzed over, his own coffee in hand and his face near hers. “I think no one expects you to think about who would get together. But, no, I don’t see Gibbs getting with someone like L/n who is very, you know-”

“I’m what, DiNozzo?” You walked in, moving straight to your desk as you placed your bag down.

“Amazing! I meant, you’re so great that someone like Gib-” Tony looked at Ziva’s eyes widen. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Someone like me, now what’s that, DiNozzo?” Gibbs questioned.

“Uh-” Gibbs smacked the back of DiNozzos head, moving over to his own desk.

“Dead sailor, body is already getting examined by Ducky and some visitors are coming to drop off some of the evidence.” Gibbs informed everyone.

“They think this sailor had something to do with a past robbery and murder, a cold case,” You clarified.

“L/n!” A guy smiled widely, another girl following in pursuit behind him as he walked to you with his arms wide open. “It’s been too long,” He quickly hugged you, tightening his grip around your shoulders and moving his hands to cup your face. “You still look as beautiful as ever!”

“Y/n, is that your boyfriend?” Ziva inquired.

“He looks a little out of her leagu-” You shot DiNozzo a look. “Or not?”

“Ah no,” The man laughed. “Old coworkers, that is Lila and I’m Carson, nice to meet you guys.”

“If your old coworkers, you must have a ton of embarrassing stories about Y/n!” DiNozzo beamed, moving closer to Carson.

“Uh, a few,” He responded. “We only worked together for a year or two, some, but not a ton.”

“Some will do.”

“DiNozzo, we aren’t here to make friends we are here to solve a murder,” Gibbs shot him a look and hit the back of his head.

“Right, sorry, boss.” DiNozzo put his head down like a sad puppy dog and made his way back to his desk. The two visitors looked at the scene that had just happened oddly.

“We brought all of our evidence, not much, but something,” Lila announced, placing the box on the table now and taking some of it out. “Should we get started?”

“I’ll show you to Abby, she is our forensic analysts and will probably want to take a look at this stuff for herself,” McGee told Lila, putting the evidence back in the box and letting her grab it, soon walking towards the elevator.

“You think I could check out the body?” Carson asked you. “It might be good to see what he looked like more and talk with your doctor.”

“That makes sense, I’ll show you to him,” You smiled at your old coworker and took another way to Ducky’s area.

The both of you chatted on the way down, catching up with how things differ since you worked there and a bit about your new workplace here.

“I really thought you would be Jeremy, the one who called me. I was a bit worried,” You laughed, walking into Autopsy with Carson as Ducky moved near you.

“Hello, dear, who’s this?” Ducky questioned, Jimmy moved near his boss.

“Hey, Ducky, this is Carson. Carson, this is Doctor Mallard. He is a old coworker of mine, Ducky,” You told the older man. “That’s Jimmy, he is Ducky’s assistant.”

Ducky began to explain how the man had died, pointing out various things on the body and even putting in a few past experiences of his own into the conversation.

Soon the four of you had heard the doors open, turning around to catch the view of your boyfriend entering into the room and moving to stand right in between you and Carson.

“I just want to hear some of the explanation myself, you can continue, Ducky,” Gibbs commented, all of your eyes turning back onto Ducky who was back to talking.

You felt a warm, larger hand travel to the middle of your back, a thumb softly pressing into the fabric that covered your skin. You turned your head slightly to make eye contact with Gibbs, but he just continued to stare forward ignoring it.

It was like a goosebump went up your spine, yet it wasn’t not encouraged. It was a bit of a energetic feeling, so you rejoiced in the innocent touch, a sign he was there.

Eventually, Ducky was done with his long explanation and you were back to heading upstairs with Carson and Gibbs to do more research regarding the deadman and cold case.

“So, Y/n, I was thinking we could go out to lunch or something soon to really catch up, outside of work,” Carson mentioned while you three were on the elevator ride up.

You were surprised at his somewhat boldness to announce this in front of your boss (and boyfriend), but he was always a very open person, kind and open.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” You replied.

“We are busy most afternoons.” Gibbs added. “So, if you plan it at some ridiculous time don’t expect my agent to be able to make it.”

The doors soon chimed open and Carson quickly left, making a bee line straight to Lila. Gibbs let you leave first, placing another palm against your back to secretly lead you back to where the desks were, even though you knew where you were going.

———————

The rest of the day was spent with much more working diligently. You all had made some progress but not enough, and you could tell it was really getting to Gibbs. He dismissed everyone and told them to come back in the early hours in the morning.

Gibbs had told you that he was going to stay and work on this some more, so you told him you would stay as well and order some food. Once Carson had heard that, he decided that he would do the same.

A hour later, three burgers arrive and you hand them out to the two other men, soon taking a bite into yours. A bit of the condiment had spewed onto the corners of your mouth, but your hunger caught up with you, continuing to avoid the feeling for a moment and just eat.

Carson caught the look of your messiness, breaking off into a small laugh, and you joining, him then making a joke about how this used to be a regular for you. Gibbs got up from his seat with a napkin and bent over a bit to wipe it away from your mouth.

It was certainly a small gesture, but had caught you and Carson off guard, the both of you quieting. You just stared back at him while he continued to eat with a pride grin on his lips, looking over the papers.

It seemed like a blessing from the sky when Gibbs had finally connected the pieces. Everyone was called back in to look over what he found and to excite a plan on how to continue. You all were able to get the murderer into custody and with old evidence and Ducky’s help you were able to identify he was the killer. With Abby’s help you were able to put him at the scene where your old coworkers cold case took place.

It was a relieving feeling that the case was solved and over. It was easy to tell that your current coworkers were also happy with the fact that your old ones were leaving for good. Having unfamiliar people in a familiar place is always a weird feeling for everyone.

You watched as everyone packed up their things to head home from the tiring few days of work. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and moved to Gibbs desk, chatting with him until Carson came over.

“It was nice working with you again,” He commented, you turned around to face him.

“It was. We make a good team.”

“We really do. I was wondering about that, uh, date?”

“Hm,” That had slipped your mind, and almost did once more when you felt a brush of a hand against your bottom, turning around to make eyes at your boyfriend. “Sorry, I actually have a boyfriend. But if you mean the lunch date to catch up, then I’d love to.”

“The second one,” He nodded, his cheeks brightening a bit at the dejection but also confirmation.

“Great,” You grinned, writing down your phone number and handing it to him. “Talk soon, bye.”

“Goodbye.”

You watched as Carson entered the elevator and soon disappeared, the office area looking very empty with the lights darkened a bit and only you and Gibbs being in the area.

“Glad he’s gone,” Gibbs laughed.

“I figured,” You laughed alongside with him. “I could tell by your touchiness at work, are you trying to let everyone know?”

“If I was, I would do something bolder. Didn’t Ducky ever tell you I used to be like DiNozzo?”

“Yeah, that would be a interesting time to see.”

“I think if I was that same man, we might’ve had sex right o-”

“Let’s get home, now,” You both soon left the workplace, hand in hand, laughing along at stories of the younger Gibbs and his flirty persona.

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #leroy x reader #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis fanfiction #ncis fic #ncis x reader #ncis #ncis reader insert #gibbs x y/n #gibbs x you #gibbs #anthony dinozzo #ducky mallard #abby sciuto #timothy mcgee #ziva david #jimmy palmer

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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nhs nmj time travel swap - nmj realizes that nhs's body can cry on command but he can't control that super well And just as a person he cries whenever he feels strong emotion. nhs asks nmj for help looking like he has only muscle between his ears

Talk About The Crying - ao3

Untamed

“We need to talk about the crying,” Nie Huaisang said to the mirror.

His reflection, which was not his reflection, scowled back at him. Nie Mingjue was good at scowling when he had his normal appearance, Nie Huaisang reflected to himself – actually, heh, that was a good one, reflected at himself while talking to a mirror…no, wait, he was getting distracted from the main point. The main point being that Nie Mingjue did not currently have his own appearance.

He didn’t have…much of anything, really.

Though it was still better than it had been before. Nie Huaisang would never have messed around with a time travel array, he wasn’t that desperate nor that stupid. Even putting aside his low cultivation level which wouldn’t have let him accomplish whatever his goals might have been, he’d already done what he'd set out to do: he’d avenged Nie Mingjue, he’d brought down Jin Guangyao, and no matter how much he personally liked the man, he’d made sure Lan Xichen, always stayed in the middle, had reaped the harvest he had sown for himself. He’d even given Lan Wangji, who had always been kind to him in his own way, the happy ending he’d always wanted!

Well, mostly happy. He had Wei Wuxian, anyway.

Anyway – and wow, Nie Huaisang had forgotten what a mess his thoughts were at this age, his suspicion that adolescence had severely worsened his focus issues and that the effect had lasted well into his mid-twenties was clearly correct, he needed to start taking his medicine for that again right away – anyway, the whole point was that while Nie Huaisang might have had regrets about how things had gone, he wasn’t fool enough to go try to change them.

Someone else, on the other hand, apparently was.

And if Nie Huaisang ever found out who that person was, he was going to hunt them down and strangle them with his bare hands.

It’d be one thing if someone went back in time themselves and tried to change a whole bunch of things. That would have been all fine and dandy by Nie Huaisang as long as they included ‘save da-ge’ on their list of things to change, but no, no, they had for whatever reason also dragged his consciousness back in time along with them. And not only that, not only that, they had also picked the worst possible time to bring him back to.

See, whatever important life moment was happening in their life around that the time that they’d chosen to come back to, it happened to be happening at the exact same moment that Nie Mingjue was suffering his final, fatal qi deviation.

With Nie Huaisang watching.

His first thought had been that he was trapped in a nightmare, only he was in too much pain for that.

His second thought had been that, real or fake, he wasn’t going to stand by and let this happen again.

If he’d come back even a day earlier, he could have dragged his brother away to play calming songs, real calming songs, or to conduct an emergency purge of some of his negative energy in some safe and supervised manner – while the Nie sect didn’t have a way of stopping qi deviations more generally, it did have numerous techniques that would help, as long as someone knew to apply them in time. If he’d come back a month earlier, he could have diverted the entire course of events, prevented Jin Guangyao from continuing to pour his poison into his brother’s ear to worsen his condition – if he’d come back a year earlier, he could have murdered Jin Guangyao right after or even right before he’d sworn brotherhood with Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen and thereby solved the whole problem.

But no.

Nie Huaisang had been brought back to that final moment, instead, and for a moment he’d been terrified that he’d have to do everything all over again. All those years of rage and terror, having to play up his uselessness because otherwise Jin Guangyao would figure out that he knew and take him out the way he’d taken out all those other people, taken out entire sects, murdered with impunity while using Lan Xichen’s good name to hide behind, Lan Xichen who suspected but didn’t dare take that extra step of actually disbelieving his friend, too committed to dare think for himself…

Nie Huaisang had been terrified, truly terrified, for a moment, and then utterly incensed the next.

He wasn’t going to let it all happen again.

He couldn’t.

He’d elbowed Jin Guangyao hard, getting the other man to release him in his surprise, and sprinted over to Nie Mingjue’s side, already summoning up all the arrays he knew – far more than he had known when he’d really been this age, and including a wealth of demonic cultivation ideas that current lived only as a few incomprehensible scribblings in Jin Guangyao’s private treasure room or in Wei Wuxian’s currently deceased mind – and in a fit of sheer incandescent fury and a great deal of knowledge that he'd reluctantly absorbed over the years had modified three of them on the fly.

(His family always did do their best when they were angry.)

It’d been too late to do anything to save Nie Mingjue’s failing body, caught as it was on the very precipice between life and death, powerful meridians erupting in agonizing bursts, but Nie Huaisang had managed to rip out his brother’s consciousness out before it had tumbled irrevocably over to the other side – rip it out and store it in the only place he could think of, which was his own body. He’d used a modification of Mo Xuanyu’s body offering spell to do it. He hadn’t cared if it killed him to do it, offering hi body like that, he didn’t care at all as long as his da-ge survived…

In the end, Nie Huaisang had ended up not dying which, in retrospect, was a very good thing, as his da-ge wouldn’t have handled him sacrificing his life for him well at all. Instead he’d managed (despite all expectations to the contrary) to save Nie Mingjue’s life – he hadn’t realized it at first, having fainted dead away when the spell took effect, but it was pretty clear now what had happened when he woke up to his brother shouting his name inside his own mind.

They were now two consciousness in a single body now, sharing Nie Huaisang’s body in equal turn, while in the meantime Nie Mingue’s original body lay deep in a coma as the doctors of their sect worked tirelessly to try to heal his shattered meridians, now that the decline had been stalled and they had more time. It was the first time a qi deviation had been stopped in its tracks like that, and they were learning loads about the effects of saber cultivation and how to minimize its effects.

Nie Huaisang would’ve preferred them to be a little less scientific and a little more focused on making his da-ge better – he might need to resurrect Wei Wuxian anyway just to get him to design a way to transfer his brother’s consciousness back to his own body, but it’d be worth it for the ability to jerk off in actual privacy again – but Nie Mingjue was grimly determined to let them figure out as much as they could from him for the benefit of everyone else in the sect…which Nie Huaisang supposed was reasonable.

Really, he was just happy Nie Mingjue was alive.

But Nie Huaisang was now in charge, just as he’d been after his brother’s death in his first lifetime, and without his reputation as the Headshaker, a reputation that had taken years to build up, he was actually expected to do things – and actually could, this time.

With Nie Mingjue at risk of waking up eventually, the world didn’t lose faith in the Nie sect quite so quickly. Even Nie Huaisang’s cousins, which had tried to steal his position, forcing him to rely on his brother’s sworn brothers for help – and don’t think he hadn’t realized by now how much his brother had done specifically for his later benefit – were much more subdued, none of them wanting to face Nie Mingjue should he ever rise again. That, in turn, lessened Jin Guangyao’s influence; it had been a bitter realization, much belated, that Nie Huaisang himself had inadvertently helped his rise to power in that previous life, simply by being perceived as a puppet Jin Guangyao had put on the Nie sect throne and which could be used at will against his enemies.

At any rate, given the changes, there wasn’t as much of a need to fear Jin Guangyao this time – especially not when Nie Huaisang already knew all the things that he would eventually do that could be used against him.

(Of course, Nie Mingjue insisted that they try to prevent most of those things from happening…)

All in all, for something that had started a living nightmare, it was working out quite well, really.

With one exception.

“What about the crying?” his brother asked him from the mirror, looking defensive. “You cry all the time.”

“I cry in a controlled and targeted manner,” Nie Huaisang said. “I cry on command. You, on the other hand, just tear up all the time. You cry when you’re happy, you cry when you’re sad, you cry when you see something pretty that makes you feel glad to be alive…do you know what sorts of mixed signals you’re sending here? Can’t you think about my reputation for a moment?”

“Your ‘big brother’ just ended up in a coma. It’s not that weird for you to cry at random sometimes!”

“And how long is that going to last?! Da-ge, was your previous body just not very good at crying or something?”

Suspicious silence.

“Is that the only reason you didn’t cry all the time?!”

Even more suspicious silence.

Nie Huaisang sighed.

“It’s all right,” he said soothingly. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“Don’t patronize me. I’m still your older brother.”

“I’m not being patronizing! We all have different skillsets –”

“This is you not being patronizing?”

“Different skillsets, and moderation and control of emotional states happens to be one of mine. Now, this is how we’re going to deal with it…”

Things would be better this time around, Nie Huaisang thought as he explained the basics of his plan to his brother. He’d stop Jin Guangyao early, before he could commit so many atrocities, and if he was lucky, he might be able to stop Lan Xichen from being so complicit that he ended up self-destructing over it, too. He still needed to figure out who had activated the time travel array, and what they planned on changing, but hopefully whoever it was would be a reasonable sort of person, amendable to letting Nie Huaisang do his piece while they did theirs. And if not, well, he still had his brother – even with Nie Huaisang’s weak cultivation and untrained body, his brother could fight a battalion if he needed to.

Things would be better.

Things had to be better.

No matter what he had to do to achieve it.

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Twisted 21 - Nowhere to Run [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, blood, nightmares.

Word Count: 4300

Summary: Everyone needs a shelter.

For all your life, your sister had always said she hated watching horror movies with you because you would always criticize every character and their choices in the movie.

Who would even stay where they were when they knew there was danger outside, when they knew there was something coming for them?

You had never thought you’d learn the answer first hand;

Because there was nothing else to do, and because that was exactly what you were doing.

Spencer and the rest of his team had sent you away from that basement so that you could get some fresh air and at least attempt to get away from the greeting written on the wall with blood but you knew it was impossible.

There was no running away from that, you had seen it already.

You dangled your legs off the pier back and forth, keeping your gaze on the lake that looked so calm that it was almost like a painting. Funny, you hadn’t ever stopped to enjoy it when you were still a child, you had never actually sat there on the pier to take a breath, wrapped in the safety that would soon disappear.

The footsteps coming closer pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned you head as Spencer sat down next to you.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you croaked out and he ran his fingers through his curls.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head, “I’m not sure what home is for me at this point, to be honest with you,” you murmured, “Besides I heard the other agents talking, you guys are going to be pretty busy the moment the rest of your team gets here.”

He heaved a sigh, biting inside his cheek but you kept your gaze on the lake.

“It makes it official right?” you asked, “All these murders…It’s not really about my father’s legacy. It’s about me.”

He stole a look at you, “Y/N…”

“It’s okay professor,” you said, “Trust me, I’m not going to run and scream.”

“The profile is changing constantly with every piece of evidence-“

“Spencer.”

He let out a breath, pursing his lips.

“It is pointing that way so far,” he muttered, “It doesn’t matter though. His legacy or an obsession with you, we’re still going to catch him.”

A silence fell upon you and you cleared your throat, pointing at the woods on the other side of the lake.

“Mina and I used to play the princess and the monster over there,” you said, “I mean… It was either me who was the princess or Mina and I were saving some imaginary princess because Mina wanted to be friends with her.” You used air quotes, “I don’t know whose shock was more fake when she came out, mine or mom’s.”

He let out a small laugh, “Yeah?”

“Mm hm, and right over there,” you pointed at the right, “Linc chased me with a worm in his hand to scare me off, and I ended up falling into the damn lake.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Then Mina pushed him into the lake too and we all got grounded for the whole weekend.” You let out a breath and pointed back at the cabin with your thumb, “And right there, dad showed me how to kill someone for the first time.”

His head shot up, “What?”

You scoffed, “He didn’t tell you that during those sessions?”

Spencer shook his head, frowning.

“He taught me…” you wetted your lips, “How to- how to hunt, that’s what he called it. Predator and prey. After teaching me how to analyze places to find a weapon, he taught me how to find my way in the woods. Just in case. He used to um-“ you cleared your throat, “I don’t really remember all of it, I don’t know how much of it are nightmares or memories, but I remember once he dragged me here in the middle of the night, and he opened the door and there was this man…”

“Petal honey, don’t get so close to him,” your father called out from the kitchen he sharpened the knife as you took a step closer to the man who was gagged and bleeding profusely, still whimpering on the floor. Even in the dim light you could see the look of terror on his face and your heart skipped a beat as you turned your head to look at your father.

“Daddy, he-“ you shifted your weight from one foot to other, “Maybe we can just leave him like this. He’d be dead by the morning.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked before getting closer to you, flipping the knife in his hand and the man started yelling through the gag, but it was muffled. Your father extended his hand, motioning at the huge teddy bear you were hugging closer to your chest and you bit on your lip, then handed him that.

“You can get the teddy back after you answer 3 questions right, you know the rules,” he told you, “Alright, if I wanted him to die quickly, where would I stab?”

“Jugular.”

“Where’s the jugular?”

You pointed at the man’s neck, “There.”

“Good. What if I wanted him to suffer for hours with just one stab wound?”

You paused and scrunched up your nose, forcing your mind for the information before you looked up at him.

“In the stomach,” you said, “Stomach acid hurts.”

He thought for a second, then handed you the teddy back.

“Good job honey,” he said and walked to the man with the knife in his hand.

“I couldn’t do anything,” you pressed your lips together, “For hours and hours he tortured him and when we got back home, I went to bed and the next morning I wouldn’t stop shivering, I kept throwing up and my mom thought I had the flu so we ended up not coming to the cabin that weekend. I know how he—” you clicked your tongue, “I know how he pretends to be a normal guy. During those interviews, that documentary, even in those sessions with you he keeps pretending like he’s normal, but I know him. I know the real monster and I…” you sniffled and cleared your throat, “Profiler or not, you have no idea what he’s capable of. He put me through actual hell, Spencer. No wonder I can’t remember half of this shit, I think I’d lose my mind if I did.”

“Y/N…”

“I didn’t stop him.”

He frowned, “How old were you?”

“Seven.”

“You couldn’t have stopped him even if you wanted to,” Spencer told you, “You were a child.”

“I could’ve told someone,” you murmured, looking at the lake, “I could’ve done something.”

“You were a child,” he repeated, “Children trust their parents, okay? You know it as well as I do that he’s a master at manipulation. Whatever he has done, it’s not your fault.”

“I doubt those bodies in the basement would agree with you,” you managed to say and let out a humorless chuckle, “Besides, I’m my father’s daughter, remember? You told me so yourself.”

The impact of your words would’ve been surprising if you weren’t so distracted by your own misery. He pulled back as if you had just slapped him, his hazel eyes searching your face and he swallowed thickly, opening and closing his mouth like he was at loss for words.

“I didn’t mean—” he paused, shaking his head “Y/N, that wasn’t the truth.”

You grabbed the cigarette out of your purse and lit it, dangling your legs back and forth over the pier.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged your shoulders, “You’re not the first person to think that, and weirdly enough, you’re not the first ex to think that either-“

“That’s not what I think,” he insisted, “Nothing about you even suggests that you’re anything like him, behavior or psychological wise. I just wanted to—“ he hesitated for a moment, his jaw clenching, “Hurt you back.”

You tried to smile, still keeping your gaze on the lake as you exhaled the smoke.

“Congratulations professor, you’re pretty good at that.”

A silence fell upon you both as you twirled the cigarette between your fingers.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was so gentle that you turned your head to look at him, “I really am. I never should’ve hit below the belt, not like that.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Y/N.”

“No really,” you insisted, “I don’t want to talk about that anymore, I’m just so—“ you closed your eyes for a moment “God, I’m just so tired Spencer. You have no idea how tired I am.”

“I know.”

“And it just doesn’t end,” you murmured and opened your eyes, “Right? I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in months now, and everything is getting so out of my control.”

“It will end soon.”

“But we don’t know that,” you insisted as almost a hysterical laugh escaped from your lips, “Do you want to hear the worst part? I don’t think this feeling will ever go away. At this point, I don’t even remember how it feels like not to be afraid.”

He heaved a sigh, then looked over his shoulder when Luke approached you two.

“Sorry guys,” he said, shifting his weight, “But um- Reid, we need you in there.”

“Can’t someone else-“

“Don’t,” you shook your head as you stood up and dusted off your jeans, “Seriously. Besides, the sooner you catch this guy, the sooner…I don’t know, the sooner things go back to normal, whatever that means.”

“You can’t just drive home like this.”

“I’ll drive her,” Luke said, making you turn your head,

“Dude, aren’t you needed here too?”

“I’m going to go back to help out Rossi,” he said, “Not all of the team has to be here, I mean-“ he nodded at Spencer, “We’ve got our genius here, he’s got it covered. I can take the babysitting duty.”

“No pastries for you anymore.”

“I would like to rephrase my statement,” he said quickly, making you smile before you shrugged your shoulders.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

“Y/N-“ Spencer started but you shot him a look.

“I’m fine,” you said, “Go do your Sherlock stuff, professor. Solve the case so that I can start planning weddings again instead of hanging around creepy cabins. I’m just gonna go home and get drunk, so you’ll probably get a voicemail or two from me, just saying.”

“Can’t wait,” Spencer smiled softly and you followed Luke to your car, then handed him the keys and got in the passenger seat. He started the car and you slipped a little in the seat, leaning your knees on the dash.

“How are you holding up?” Luke asked you and you heaved a sigh.

“I feel like I’m in a horror movie to be honest with you,” you muttered, “Who the fuck writes on a wall with blood, I mean like who are you, Michael Myers?”

“I didn’t mean the case,” he stole a look at you and you raised your brows.

“Ah, that,” you said, “Well, I don’t have a bff that sets me up with people in night clubs, so there’s that.”

He hissed in a breath, “Garcia told you.”

“Mm hm,” you looked out of the window, “No hard feelings, don’t worry. I dated lots of frat boys back when I was in college, so I’m very familiar with the bro code.”

“You dated frat boys?” he made a face and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah I started from the bottom and worked my way up to the genius back there.”

He chuckled, “I take it you still haven’t told him you threatened a serial killer because he happened to threaten him?”

“I would’ve done the same for anyone.”

“Bullshit.”

Your jaw dropped, “I let you drive my car and this is the thanks I get, Alvez?”

“Okay trust fund baby, I’m driving you home, you’re not doing me a favor.”

You let out a small laugh, “Eh, I’m not that bad.”

“Your sister threatened a whole police department using lawyers.”

“They had it coming,” you said and he cleared his throat.

“If it makes you feel any better, it was an actual fiasco.”

Your head shot up and you turned to him, “Hm?”

“That whole thing with Reid. He’s not over you.”

“He will be,” you murmured, “Eventually.”

“Do you want to hear why it was a fiasco?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s an exaggeration-“

“He spent the whole night talking about you,” he cut you off and your jaw dropped, “Yeah. More like, she asked him about his job and he mentioned the case, then talked about you and how you couldn’t be the killer for hours. For a second, I thought he’d go up to the DJ booth and start broadcasting from there.”

You could feel the warmth spreading through you, but you nibbled on your lip, trying to ignore it.

“I really hurt him Luke.”

He stole a look at you from the corner of his eye.

“I know,” he said, “That’s pretty clear. I don’t know which one is worse, that you hurt him or that it doesn’t seem to change anything on his part.”

You could feel the burning in your eyes but you slipped a little in your seat and kept your eyes on the road.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “I don’t know which one is worse either.”

***

The worst thing about nightmares?

There was no escape from them, and no amount of booze could make them go away.

You woke up to your own scream and leaped out of the bed so fast that you got caught in your sheets and fell on your face, your ears ringing. You could feel the bile burning your throat, so you covered your mouth and rushed to the bathroom to throw up into the toilet, barely aware of the sobs rocking your body. You wiped at your mouth and stood up on shaky legs, then brushed your teeth, still breathing hard.

You were there again, in that graveyard with your father, but this time you couldn’t brush it off as just a nightmare.

It was way too detailed, way too familiar to be a nightmare.

You wiped at your forehead and washed your face with ice cold water, desperate for some sort of a relief and leaned over the sink, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Fuck this shit,” you rasped out to yourself before turning the tap off and raised your glances to look in the mirror.

Well.

You looked exactly like how you felt.

You still didn’t trust your legs but still managed to leave the bathroom, Making your way to your bedroom was more than enough to give you goosebumps, but you snatched your phone off the bedside table. You almost dropped it because of how badly you were trembling with fear, but managed to hold it tighter, found his name in the contacts and took the phone to your ear.

He answered immediately.

“Hello?”

“Spencer, hi,” you said, still taking deep breaths, “I um… I had this- this nightmare and I- I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere?”

He hesitated for a moment, “Are you okay? Why are you breathing so fast?”

“Not a panic attack,” you wiped at your nose, “Not yet anyway.”

“Okay, I’m still coming over-“

“No!” you cut him off, then licked your lips, “No I can’t…. I can’t stay here right now, I need to get out of here. Can we please meet somewhere or-or-“

“How about my place?” he asked and you heard the unmistakable clinking of keys, “You can’t drive like that, I’ll come and pick you up, wait there-“

“No I’ll just take a taxi.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll take a taxi, just send me the location,” you told him and hung up, quickly got dressed, got into your coat, then went downstairs when your taxi arrived. You still felt like you could throw up again, but the cool air coming from the open car window helped as the driver started the car after you gave him the location.

There was a beauty in the city at night, especially in chilly nights like these. The small raindrops falling down your face offered some kind of a small comfort while you tried your hardest to ignore the images flashing through your mind, taking a deep breath, letting the cold air fill your lungs. You leaned your head to the open window, closing your eyes and letting the noise of the city drag you out of your own mind.

By the time the taxi pulled over, you were almost lost in your thoughts and only when the driver let you know that you were there you opened your eyes. You paid him, and looked up at the building before making your way inside.

It was almost strange how you hadn’t seen his apartment when you two were dating, but now here you were.

After the break up. At three in the morning.

You wiped at your nose and fixed your hair before you knocked on the door and tried to control your breathing, but that felt way too difficult. As soon as he opened the door, everything you had planned to tell him in your head disappeared and you looked up at him in complete silence for a couple of seconds, you had almost forgotten how he looked when he wasn’t in his work clothes. A warmth filled you, the urge to rush into his arms taking over you but you managed to fight the urge and stepped into the apartment, desperately searching for the right words.

“I had that nightmare, again.” You turned to him as soon as you entered the living room, stumbling over your words, “That graveyard nightmare, but Spencer I think it wasn’t just a dream, I think you were right and it was a memory and there was someone else but I can’t see a face and—“

“Y/N.”

“And I think we were there because of me because it all just connected, we were at that graveyard and he was actually digging a grave and I can remember the face of the victim but not—“

“Sweetheart, breathe.” he approached you in three long steps and his warm hands cupped your cheek so that he could look at you better, “I’m here, I’m listening, okay? Just breathe and tell me. Slowly.”

You swallowed thickly, looking up at him.

“I had that nightmare again,” you managed to say, “But I think that’s a memory.”

“Okay,” he nodded, “How?”

“Because at the graveyard, dad told me something,” you said, “He was- he was digging a grave, and he said, Remember, you’re not supposed to make them bleed if you can’t kill them. And I remembered when that happened, back at the cabin, during the training, I… I untied one of the victims and pretended like he got out of them somehow.”

His hand slipped a little so that he could brush his fingers over your neck, almost soothing you.

“It didn’t work,” you shook your head, “As soon as he got out of the cabin, dad hunted him down and dragged him back into the cabin, he had lost way too much blood to make a run for it. Spencer, that’s a memory, not just a nightmare.”

“There was another person with you? At the graveyard?”

“He took the victim to the graveyard later on, but yes. There was someone, I just…I can’t remember who,” you heaved a shaky breath, “You need to tell the team-“

“We’re already checking the graveyards within the driving distance to the cabin, I told them today.”

You blinked a couple of times, “Did you?”

“Yeah,” he said and his eyes searched your face, “You’re shaking.”

You tried to smile and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, running your thumb over his warm skin, “It’s cold out there.”

You were lying, he knew you were lying and you knew that he knew, but neither of you commented on that. He hesitated for a moment before he pulled you closer to him, letting you bury your face into his chest as he held you tight and you inhaled his scent, closing your eyes.

He was right earlier. This was an addiction.

“Were you sleeping?” you muttered into his chest before you pulled back to look up at him. He scoffed and shook his head.

“No,” he said, “I was working on the case.”

“You really need to sleep.”

“It’s ironic to hear that from you,” he pointed out and that made a smile warm your face.

“Ah but I did sleep,” you said, “I just woke up because of the nightmares. It still counts as sleep.”

“I doubt that,” he said and you turned your head before you started walking around the room.

Spencer’s apartment was more or less what you imagined, to be honest. Contrary to yours, it was darker and obviously older. The wooden desk was covered in papers and books, there was a library by the corner of the room almost stacked to the brim, and overall it reminded you so much of him that just being in his apartment made you feel-

Safer. Better. Calmer.

“Lovely place,” you commented as you approached the library to drag your fingertips over the cracked and old spines of the books and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift his weight.

“Yeah it’s not- it’s not like yours but I like it.”

“Not like mine?” you looked over your shoulder and he cleared his throat.

“Mm hm.”

“I like it better than mine,” you said and he frowned,

“Why?”

“It looks like someone is actually living here,” you motioned around and he tilted his head.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It is,” you said, “I mean I can see….you in here. I can’t see any part of me in my apartment.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “My mom has this person who designs her houses, she designed my apartment too. It’s pretty but it’s just not me I guess. It’s kind of sad when you think about it.”

He hummed, his eyes watching your every move and you pulled a book from the shelf, holding it up so that he could see the title.

“You don’t strike me as a Petrarch guy,” you tilted your head, “Are you?”

He raised his brows and stole a look at the book in your hand.

“I do not pray, since there is no purpose, that my heart should ever burn less fiercely, but only that she might share part of the fire.” he recited and your jaw dropped before you pouted.

“I hate bluffing with you,” you commented, making him chuckle and you stifled a yawn while turning the book in your hands.

“You can’t work for the whole night if you have a guest.” you gestured at the wooden table and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I won’t if my guest promises she’ll try to sleep.”

“I don’t like this deal.”

“That’s the deal you’re getting,” he said and you clicked your tongue, then walked to the center of the room and sat down on the floor before you lied down.

“I have a bed, you know.”

“I don’t want to get comfortable and fall asleep yet. I want to enjoy this more.”

“Enjoy what? Lying on the floor?”

You shook your head and kept your gaze on the ceiling, the dim light of the apartment and lights from the outside creating shadows there.

“I don’t have that…mind numbing fear right now,” you managed to say “I want to make it last. It’ll come back when I wake up tomorrow, trust me.”

He looked like he wanted to argue with you, then heaved a sigh and sat down on the floor as well, leaning his back to the leather armchair. You tossed him the book and he caught it mid-air, shooting you a quizzical look.

“Read me your favorite,” you said and he smiled slightly.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’ll help me get out of my head, and it might help you….ignore the fact that your night club date was terrible, apparently.”

He raised his brows, “Luke told you?”

You tried to stop your smirk, but it was impossible,

“Yeah he did,” you said and bit inside your cheek for a moment, “Thank you though.”

“For what?”

“For believing in me.”

His gaze on you was gentle, “I wish you would believe in yourself too,” he told you, “You’re not what he tried to turn you into.”

You dragged the tip of your tongue over your lip.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think we should move on?”

He took a deep breath, his brows furrowed in thought.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “We probably should. But do I think we can move on? I don’t think so.”

You nodded slowly, that burning in your eyes getting even worse as he turned the pages until he found what he was looking for, then cleared his throat and started reading.

“I have offered you my heart a thousand times

O my sweet warrior, only to make peace

with your lovely eyes: but it does not please you

with your noble mind, to stoop so low.”

You smiled to yourself, painfully aware of why he picked that one, then closed your eyes, his voice washing over you.

“And if some other lady has hope of it,

she lives in powerless, deceiving hope:

and it can never be what it was to me,

since I too disdain what does not please you.”

Chapter 22

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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How long would it take the volturi to solve the Kira case?

Fascinating question, anon, I like it. So much so you get answered much earlier than you normally would be.

Shinigami and the World of Twilight

In Twilight there are few supernatural creatures that remain in our world. There's vampires, children of the moon, and the shapeshifter. However, these need not be the only supernatural creatures.

There have likely been mass extinctions (seen in Children of the Moon) and there may be more creatures that are so uncommon that we just don't see any hint of them.

Death Note's Shinigami easily fall into this category.

They live in another dimension, and in the human world (which they rarely visit in person), they're invisible to the eye save for those who have touched their death note. Their methods of killing are so unobtrusive, (heart attacks by default or whatever method they please), that they're unlikely to be noticed unless someone (i.e. Light) is trying to make a point. And in the grand scheme of things, Shinigami also kill relatively infrequently, meaning that any odd death gets passed off as that: an odd death. Also being forbidden to kill for the sake of a human being means that the deaths tend to be a) random b) whatever amuses them the most. That'd be hard to pick a pattern up of.

Shinigami exist in such a manner that I doubt even the Volturi are aware of them.

Some Ground Rules For the Post

I don't see why vampires would have an innate ability to see Shinigami that humans lack. As a result, the Volturi are in the same boat everyone else is, they can't see a Shinigami unless they touch that Shinigami's notebook.

Also, per the manga, the Kira case takes place from 2003-2010, meaning that as Twilight is happening (or before if Aro and the gang somehow solve this faster than L would), the world is mired in the Kira case.

Bella would certainly have been talking about it in Twilight. As would Edward, as he once had his Kira foray as well if on a much smaller scale and with a lot more junkies.

For the sake of my nitpicky need to have everything line up, we're going to push Death Note back a few years, to the beginning of Twilight.

Also, we're taking out L. If L's there, Aro can rely on him doing most of the work for him and only show up at the end to either murder or turn Light once L's narrowed down exactly who it is. That's not really fair per the ask, we have to leave the Volturi on their own.

With that, let's start.

Kira Makes His Appearance

Light's appearance was by no means subtle, he wanted to be noticed immediately, but he also didn't want to be noticed as a human being.

He made no televised announcements, left no messages, sent in no letters saying, "I am God, tremble before me". Instead, he let his silence speak.

He killed via heart attacks those he considered having broken the law to some heinous degree and then he sat back and watch. The public dubbed him Kira first and he only became a confirmed presence, something more real than a specter and a human who could be caught and brought to justice, when he murdered Lind L. Taylor in a public spectacle.

But this is a world without L, which means no Lind L. Taylor, instead we have Volturi and company in Volterra, utterly unconcerned with the human world.

Of course, they immediately notice once an undeniable pattern becomes clear. Human criminals are dying en masse of heart attacks, someone is making a message. The question is, to what end?

Aro wouldn't immediately think this is a human. This kind of power, this kind of gift, to be able to seemingly kill any person in the world at any time no matter the distance, is something too strong for a human. It would be unheard of to have this much power as a human.

Which means Aro believes he's looking for a vampire breaking the law.

The trouble is, it's only humans. The newborn wars are raging as always, every major coven he's ever heard of remains untouched, and there's been no noticeable uptick of deaths among the vampire population.

The only difference to them is that more of them are dangerously close to breaking the law, as crime rates are now plummeting as criminals live in terror of a spiteful god who might strike them down at any moment. This makes murders performed by vampires, in certain areas, far more noticeable.

(As Light is probably killing off known gang leaders, drug lords, etc. left and right, it's probably pandemonium in certain cities/countries. So vampires are probably alright in these places as I'm sure there's a lot of murder going on as survivors try to fill the power vacuum.)

Still, the Volturi have to put their heads together and try to think why any vampire would do this? To what end would they murder all these humans, in such a noticeable manner, and not even to eat their victims?

Aro concludes he's looking for a very young vampire, likely newborn, someone who still thinks of himself as very human and beholden to human society and who isn't aware of Volterra or else does not consider them a threat.

The Volturi Investigators

I think Aro's going to take the lead on this one. There's his gift, obviously, but he'd by far have the most interest.

Caius would be upset by the nerve of Kira, but he has no patience to track him down either when it becomes exceedingly obvious that this is going to be tricky. That, and it just doesn't seem like his thing to me. He's going to mostly sit this one out.

As for Marcus, he's not up to it.

Which makes Aro our lead detective.

The Investigation

Like L, the first thing they do is try to pinpoint the first deaths. There was the immediate deluge, of course, but that screams of confidence in this assassination gift.

Kira likely needed practice to perfect his gift or even realize he had it at all. There's going to be a first victim and it will probably be messy.

Given enough investigation, this probably leads Aro to Japan, where a man taking children hostage suddenly dies in the middle of the hostage situation when televised on national TV (though not outside of Japan). Given that Kira's a vampire, he could have moved from where he started quite easily, but Aro's willing to bet he's still somewhere in Japan.

What Aro does know is that Kira's keeping close to human society. Kira will be reading human papers, watching human television constantly, and appears to be very well-informed concerning his future victims. Both locally as well as internationally. Kira is likely still in a human settlement.

So, the first thing Aro does is look for an unusual number of casualties in any city or town in Japan. Kira will probably be in the newborn phase, may truly be only a few months old, and given his actions has probably been abandoned by his sire. Even if he has unusually high control, he's got to eat sometime, and thanks to his own actions the murder rate in major cities is way down.

Except... there's no uptick.

Crime, murder, in Japan is universally on a downwards trend. Major cities like Tokyo and small rural villages it's all the same, there's nothing noticeable.

Kira either isn't in Japan or... he's not eating.

Aro wonders if, perhaps this assassination gift of his, somehow feeds Kira. He is, after all, stealing life. He does it via heart attacks but maybe, somehow, the very act of stealing life is all Kira needs. Perhaps he doesn't have to drink blood due to this.

This blows Aro's mind for a few days but eventually he decides that, no, he's never heard of this. True, he's never heard of this gift either, but all vampires drink blood. Even Carlisle, who drinks animal blood, still drinks blood and suffers great negative effects for his avoidance of a natural diet.

Kira the vampire must still eat.

Which means, in the absence of any other explanation... Kira's not a vampire. Kira is likely a very gifted human.

Aro's mind is blown again because Holy Fuck, what a gift. Kira has blown Jane and Alec, who were only immediately noticeable in their own village, completely out of the water.

Except, the trouble is, neither Aro nor anyone else in the Volturi is a detective. Aro knows enough about human society to pay his taxes, to hire secretaries, and keep on the up and up, but he doesn't actually solve human crimes.

What he's looked for for thousands of years are vampires who break the law: and they have certain patterns, motivations, etc. that are more or less easy to spot. More, the entire point of his law is that, if Aro notices then it means you broke it. There are those that can and do fly under his radar.

How is he supposed to find a gifted human who can kill anyone in the world any time he pleases? From a brief perusal of Japanese news, there's no one immediately obvious as gifted or strange by local papers.

From earlier killings, Aro notes that Kira doesn't seem to kill between 8 in the morning to 4 pm, which might make him a student but also could mean he's working those hours.

And even if he is a student? How in the world is Aro supposed to touch the hand of every student in the entire country of Japan? Aro, who makes it a point not to navigate the human world.

Aro Calls in the Expert

When you want to hang out with the humans, there's only one vampire to call: Carlisle Cullen. As we're setting this in early Twilight, neither Eclipse nor Breaking Dawn have happened. To the Cullens, and Carlisle, Aro is simply a wise king and Carlisle's old friend.

And I'm sure Carlisle has been watching the Kira case very closely and is very disturbed by the entire thing. Kira's methods are very much not Carlisle's m.o.

Aro gives Carlisle what he knows: Kira's probably a gifted human, probably somewhere in Japan, probably in school, and has access to an extensive amount of human media.

That's it.

That's all Aro's got.

As for the police at large, without L, they haven't even narrowed it down to Japan yet.

Carlisle points out that, as much as he hangs out with humans, he doesn't think he could find the needle in the haystack either. However, he definitely wants to help in any way he can.

However, they do have something. Aro can't touch the hand of everyone in Japan, however, Edward can unobtrusively listen to a much larger segment of the population.

(Alice is off the table as she's best able to see the future of those close to her. Without knowing who Kira even is, let alone being close to him, she has no idea what he's going to even do next. She's likely very frustrated by this.)

Surely, whoever Kira is, he or she will be contemplating their victims more often than not. It's a long shot, but Edward might be able to find that needle in a haystack.

How's Edward Feel About That?

Edward's extremely conflicted. On the one hand, he doesn't want to disappoint Carlisle, and this is the first time Carlisle has ever asked him for a favor of this magnitude. And, in theory, Carlisle is right, all creatures are worthy of life.

On the other hand, Edward's on Team Kira. He thinks these rapist, murderer, pigs all deserve to die and is rooting for Kira to put the fear of God into them. Emphasizing this is when Bella was nearly raped in Port Angeles, but her would be rapist suddenly remembered himself and vomited in terror at the idea that he might be next should he get caught raping her. (As it is, Edward catches him, and a few weeks later he dies of a heart attack in prison. Edward pops the champagne).

More, if Edward goes to Japan, it means he has to leave Bella. Bella has proven she cannot survive without his personal protection. More, he's not sure he can survive without her presence. He can hardly contemplate the idea of leaving Bella, though he ultimately must, but to do so soon? He though he'd have a few more years, likely until they graduate, but now he and the family would have to move all the way to Japan in a matter of days.

Not to mention this would be letting Aro know that Edward's... not technically breaking the law but not not breaking the law either. Bella clearly suspects he's not human, she just doesn't have the right word.

And then to give Kira up to the Volturi? To have his activities stopped, to be turned and placed into the guard, or else murdered? Edward feels like he'd be selling out the brother he never knew.

But also Carlisle and imagining Carlisle's sad, disappointed, face.

Edward says yes but he really wants to say no.

He sneaks into Bella's room in the middle of the night, and for the first time, makes her aware of his presence. He tells her that regretfully he must leave her, he's off to do a man's work and catch Kira, and that they will never see each other again.

Then to Edward's horror and disappointment, Bella's completely on board for Edward catching Kira and thinks it's the noblest thing he could do. Charlie, being a chief of police, utterly despises Kira and Bella carries forward this sentiment. People deserve the due process of law, not being murdered off by some jackass conning people into believing he's a god.

Bella wishes him luck and tells him to return as soon as he can.

Edward just numbly says he won't be returning. This really is it. Goodbye forever.

Bella's utterly broken (though not nearly as much as canon as Edward didn't dump her for being boring).

Edward in Japan

Well, turns out, Edward's not actually that useful. There's a few problems.

First, there are a lot of people out there claiming to be Kira, or even convincing themselves that they're Kira. They do this to brag, to feel special, for any number of reasons.

None of them are Kira.

Second, Edward can only go out on cloudy days or at night, this severely limits when he can wander the streets and the people he'll run into. More, even if he starts with Tokyo, Tokyo's a big place. That's a lot of wandering to do.

Third, say that Edward does come across Light Yagami. Edward immediately dismisses him as being utterly insane. See, Light Yagami is talking to his imaginary friend, Ryuk, bickering about which apples they should buy from the store. Edward sees the giant clown demon that Light believes only he can see and goes, "Ah, another lunatic, cheerio."

Edward does not find Kira.

The Investigation Continues

Aro likely keeps Edward at it for months. It doesn't matter how long it takes, they're going to track down Kira and they're going to find him. It might take years, but dammit, they'll find him. Edward despairs that he will ever be able to go back to normal life.

Luckily for the gang, Bella saves their bacon.

Bella, ruminating on Edward's mission and on Kira, starts doing her own internet investigation. She doesn't get very far, but she does have those prophetic dreams to help her out.

Bella has a seriously weird dream about the moon, night gods, Kira, demons that look like giant crows, notebooks, and Light Yagami's face. Somehow, just as in canon with vampires, Bella's able to somehow put this together.

She calls up Edward (as they parted on more amiable terms, and so quickly, Edward did not yet disconnect his number) and tells him that Kira's name is Light Yagami, he's attending the University of Tokyo as the top student, and his murder weapon is an evil notebook.

How does she know this?

She looked it up on the internet.

Well, Edward isn't sure how to take that, but he also has nothing to lose. They find Light Yagami, Aro shakes his hand, and holy shit, Bella Swan was right. (Aro now decrees that she will be turned, much to Edward's horror and insistence that she has no idea he's a vampire, and has plans to recruit her for his guard).

What Are We Going to Do About Light?

Well, on the one hand, Aro discovered a new species today that he can do nothing about. Luckily, they seem to have their own laws that have more or less the same result as the Volturi laws: don't get noticed.

On the other hand, he's disappointed that this all-powerful gift was not a gift at all.

On the other other hand, Light does not seem to be an ordinary human. He's... lucky, for lack of a better term. No, it's more that he doesn't need luck, he somehow has such an awareness of everything around him that he assimilates it perfectly into his own plans. As if he can manipulate the very universe to his favor.

That's intriguing and useful, and in any other situation, Aro would jump on taking that chance and at least seeing what happens.

So the question becomes, does Aro turn Light or not? On the one hand, that's a useful gift, on the other hand, this kid's a loose cannon and a lunatic.

This Kira thing cannot continue, and Light, even as a vampire, would likely insist on continuing it somehow.

Luckily, there's a solution to this.

Aro burns the notebook, much to Ryuk's protesting despair. Light loses his memories of Ryuk, the notebook, and having been Kira. Before Light even knows what's happening, Aro turns him.

Three days later, Light wakes up a very confused vampire, gets the Volturi pitch with Chelsea there to help loosen bonds, and accepts a position in the guard to, oddly enough, stop those like Kira.

Aro's confused, but hey, they'll see how this Light thing works out. Aro also likely tells himself that he will watch for Ryuk trying to drop Light another notebook like a hawk.

The Kira case is never solved for humans: Kira just disappears one day as if he never existed. As for Light, I imagine he plots the destruction of the newborn armies, and Caius watches in utter fascination as this kid ruthlessly exterminates them all.

Bella is shortly turned into a vampire, much to Edward's despair, and due to the giant mess of this is also likely recruited to Volterra.

How Long Does This Take?

Given the need for the Volturi to first investigate, then Edward, I give them at least a year. Maybe a year and a half.

And really, it's Bella who saves their bacon.

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literaila · 3 years

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hopeless reality

BAU team x reader

request: Hii! I’m in serious need of some angsty sshhiiiit and I love your writing... Could you maybe write some platonic BAU x reader where the reader is the youngest, idk she can be like 20 or something, and a case goes TERRIBLY wrong and she’s injure dying and everyone’s like but she can’t die, she was supposed to outlive us all!

warnings: kinda sad, panicked everyone, hotch basically abandons all of them, some spoliers past season 6, no concrete ending..

a/n: I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS ITS SO DIFFERENT

“I can do it.”

Those words weren't surprising for any of them.

As the youngest, Y/N was always looking for new ways to prove herself to all of them. She was used to the staring, and the scoffs people made when they saw her next to the all mighty prestigious BAU team. She was used to people looking at her and wondering if they had picked someone up off of the highway, or if she was a murder just riding along with them. She was used to being undermined and underestimated by everyone.

Age was a tricky little thing people didn't seem to look past.

But it wasn't as if she put up with it. When the local police officers were making side remarks about her right behind her back, she didn't keep her mouth shut. Didn't stand there and listen to them expect nothing of her.

And she enjoyed the looks on their faces when they realized she was listening. She liked the stammered apologies that came out of their mouths while she stared them down.

She wasn't one to bite her tongue.

And she had something to prove, to herself and to all of her teammates. She had to show them that she was valuable, that her age didn't affect how much she could do, how much she was willing to do.

And so, it was expected when she offered herself up like a doll for sale.

It's what happens during every case.

This time though, all of her teammates nodded along with her. It was a man closer to her age, only a couple of years older, and she was the most likely to lure him. The most likely to trap him in the prison of being caught.

“Okay, Y/L/N will go in, Morgan and Rossi follow her in as backup, blend into the crowd.” Everyone awaited Hotch's formal orders, ready to finally be done with the case that had taken them days to solve. “You three need to remember, he's going to be on the lookout for us, he's definitely seen the news by now.”

The three of them nodded, Y/N already antsy on her feet as she waited to leave. Definitely the most willing to catch him out of anybody else in the room.

She nodded at the rest of the team, smiling at Garcia’s “See you soon Neptune! Be careful.” from the phone on the table. She grabbed her bag, filled with clothes that would help her fit into the bar scene, and her vest. Just in case.

She started to walk out the door, trailing after Morgan and Rossi as they got ready to leave when Hotch called her back into the room.

Everyone else had already left, and her nerves were telling her to continue walking and get to her job, but out of anyone else there, she was used to being pulled back behind.

“Yeah, Hotch?”

“You shouldn't hesitate to call in Derek or Dave, this unsub isn't going to stick around if he suspects something. You know that?”

It took all of her willpower not to roll her eyes at his protective instincts, instead going for a smile, hoping to ease whatever paternal nerves he could be feeling.

“Course, Hotchner. I know what to do.”

She nodded at him, choosing not to stay any longer than she had to, saving herself from his double-checking, and reassuring.

She waved with one of her hands walking out the door.

Wearing a dress and both a bulletproof vest was extremely uncomfortable. Especially when it was supposed to be discreet.

Y/N sat in the middle of the bar, sipping on a fake drink, throwing smiles to anybody who seemed to look at her, waiting for the one person she needed looks from to approach her.

She knew what to expect, an alpha male, expecting her to fall under his wing and go with him home- which of course would be when he would torture and murder her like he did all those other girls -and she wasn't going to let herself slip up when he was so close.

A couple of guys had come up to her already, asking her if she was new around if she needed some help getting home, if she was lost in a bar like this one. All things that she tried not to show disgust at, smiling and telling them she was expecting someone.

Though, when she saw him, she knew he would be different.

He was carrying himself differently. Smirking at everyone else, unlike a normal too confident male would. It was more threatening, like he expected everyone in the room to do whatever he said, whenever he said.

An alpha male.

Y/N could tell in almost an instant that this was her guy, and that it was time to put on a show.

It was an easy catch. The bait pulled him perfectly.

And she played the part just as expected.

Laughing at everything he said, smiling at him whenever she got the opportunity, drinking the drink she knew he was planning to spike soon.

It was a rehearsed part, one she was exceptional at.

But, when he started pushing her, begging her to come home with him, promising her that he would make it worth her while, she didn't know what to do.

With the last girls, he had waited longer, drugged them before he even dared to take them home, stayed at the bar with them so that they would be more comfortable with him.

But it had only been twenty minutes, only a short minute since he had first looked at her.

He was devolving too fast.

Y/N smiled, trying not to let the sudden nerves she felt show in her eyes, trying to keep herself comfortable sitting so close to him.

She looked over to Derek, who was sitting across the bar, pretending to drink while he listened to their conversation. He was looking back at her, giving her a look that she knew was asking if she was okay, if she knew what to do. He was worried too.

She took a quiet deep breath in.

“I haven't finished my drink yet,” she said, playing dumb, trying to act like she was innocent enough, trying to test him.

“I have plenty of drinks back at my place.”

She giggled, playing with the bracelet on her wrist, looking back over to Derek.

“It's so early in the night…” She whispered, flaunting her confidence, playing off her “drunkenness” as best as she could while still smiling at him.

But she could tell that he was getting impatient, and wasn't willing to wait anymore.

“What game are you playing?”

And she could hear his real voice. Not the man that went to strange bars to pick up women, but the man who murdered them as soon as he took them home. The man who was planning to murder her.

She looked over to Derek once more, once too much.

The unsub was looking with her, glaring eyes meeting Derek’s, and the reaction was written out in front of all of them.

He had seen Derek on TV. Seen him with the FBI.

He turned back around, his hand slipping to his pocket.

“You’re with them huh?” He was whispering, but his voice was demanding, furious.

And the giggle that came out Y/N wasn't fake this time, just nervous.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, her feet tapping on the barstool, her body getting ready to run, trying to smile.

“The FBI.”

He spat the words in her face. The smile falling from her lips.

The hand moving to point at her.

What was it she wondered?

What was pain?

“Physical pain inspires the worst kind of helplessness.”

Ambulances were surprisingly loud.

Louder than you’d assume.

They were threatening, and dangerous, and did nothing to help give you hope.

Derek didn't get scared. He didn't need hope to keep him upright, he wasn't threatened by any of the ambulances that he had seen before, he didn't find them too loud.

But he was supposed to be protecting her.

They all knew, going into the bar, before the bar, that it was dangerous. They all knew that there was a strong possibility that she could get hurt. But she was cautious, and she was brave. So he didn't worry. He didn't think he had to worry. Even with an unsub who was known for lashing out, for making big decisions with no thought. Hotch had told Derek, all of them, that this would be harder than normal, that they needed to be more watchful, more careful.

She’d been laughing with them in the car on the way over. Telling them that if either Derek or Rossi got in the way of her job, she’d disown them as her friends. She’d laughed and joked with them, not an ounce of fear in her eyes, no anxiety resting upon her body.

But he saw that look in her eyes.

That strange scared look.

It was unfamiliar, an anomaly to him. He’d never seen her eyes like that.

She was the youngest, the most daring, the person who offered to do anything that no one else wanted to.

She laughed when one of them said they were too tired to go out for drinks, offered to watch both Hotch and JJ kids when they were busy. She moved between them like she was mending with them, and she was everyone's best friend.

She took too many risks, moved too fast, thought too hard. She did everything on a whim, but it was impossible to stop her. Impossible to fade her from the scene. Impossible for anything to scare her like it would any person.

He’d never had to worry about her before.

She’d made it clear that she could take care of herself, that she was strong, that just because she was the youngest and most inexperienced, it didn't mean she couldn't do what any one of them could.

She was so strong.

And he’d never seen that look in her eyes before.

Desperation, trepidation. Two things that had never filled his body like in that moment.

He could see the unsub moving, he could see her worried eyes, her panicked posture. He saw everyone else around them, moving normally, none of them quite as scared as she was. He saw Rossi looking over at him from the bar.

And he saw the gun in the unsubs hands.

He wished he had been paying attention more, watching her, checking to make sure she seemed just fine. He wished he had watched the unsub, checked to make sure he couldn't see any weapons on him. He wished that he could’ve done it all over again, asked her to step back, to let him catch the guy.

And he wished he could’ve been fast enough.

The unsub had pulled out the gun, had stared at her with his threatening eyes, and she moved back, tried to get away but, she wasn't fast enough, and the unsub was too quick.

Derek had watched her stumble backward. He watched the pain light in her eyes and the panic fade out.

She used to tease him about watching everything.

“We aren't at work, you don't have to profile everyone in the room, Derek.”

Then she’d pass him a drink. Tell him that it was supposed to be fun, that they all needed a little more fun in their lives.

But now, all Derek needed was to get her eyes out of his head.

Her eyes were so desperate and panicked and worried for everyone, for everything. Her eyes were usually so brave and so curious.

He needed to get them out of his head, he needed this moment to be over.

He needed to not be sitting in the back of an ambulance with her.

It was surprisingly loud.

And scary.

He’d never been scared like this before.

Rossi wasn't worried.

He wasn't. Really.

He knew her, knew how fast her body would spring back, rejuvenate itself. He knew that she was strong, that she could stand any amount of pain, that when he saw her next she would be smiling, and she’d ask him if this meant they could have a party.

He knew she’d be fine.

He wasn't allowed to go in the ambulance with Y/N and Derek. The paramedics assured both him and Derek that only one could go, and Rossi could see the time slipping past them. He could see the clock ticking and he knew that they had to speed things up.

So, he’d pushed Derek into the ambulance.

He wasn't worried, so why would he go with her?

Besides, Derek was scared. He was shut down and focused so much on her, Rossi thought that Derek would have fought him for the place in the ambulance.

He thought about all the people he’d seen get hurt while working this job. Thought about all the times one of them made a mistake, or someone wasn't quick enough. Most of the time, they were fine. Not many people got hurt on the job.

There was always a couple weeks of leave, a couple weeks to get themselves back together, but they always came back.

He hadn't seen too many people die.

So he wasn't worried. The odds were that she would live. The odds were that she would be completely fine by the time he got to the hospital.

Because she was strong. She was healthy, had a young body, and more energy than she needed in the first place.

Rossi thought it might be good for her to slow down. This might be a good experience for someone like her. Someone who takes too many risks, goes out on a whim, and doesn't slow down even when she has the chance.

This might help her become a better agent. Someone more careful.

He wasn't worried.

She’d be fine.

Really.

JJ got the news first.

Back at the police department, while they were clearing up. She knew that Derek, Hotch, and Rossi all knew. She knew that the unsub had clued into who Y/N was, she knew that Derek and Rossi hadn't been enough to protect her. She knew that Y/N was on her way to the hospital, that she’d been shot in the field.

They didn't tell her where. Or how she was doing.

JJ had been here before. She had been in the situation of not knowing, of constant anxiety, of the questions that just bang back and forth in your head until you can get your answers.

She knew how that felt.

She looked over to Spencer and Emily, both of them clueless to what was going on, to their friend being brought to the hospital.

“Have you got the unsub detained?” She whispered, leaving the room, trying to gather all of the facts before she made assumptions.

“Yes. He's on his way to the police station now.”

“And no one else was hurt?”

“No.”

JJ nodded to herself, feeling relieved at the news.

The questions were in her head, spinning around. She knew that she wouldn't have any of them answered any time soon. Not until they could get into the hospital and see her.

“And JJ?”

Hotch’s voice was the same as always. Demanding.

“Yes?”

“I need you to tell Spencer and Emily.”

“Hotch-”

“I’ve got to go.”

And then she was left. With her news. And her questions.

And her confusion.

Of how this could ever have happened.

Hotch wasn't allowed to have a reaction. He wasn't allowed to think about it.

He was working. He had to do his job.

Members of his team had been shot before.

They all knew the risk there was in going in. They all knew how disguises couldn't hide everything. And they all knew that people got hurt doing the job.

It wasn't surprising. Wasn't anything new.

But she had reassured him. She had told him she knew what she was doing, she knew what she was doing.

He had believed her.

He could hear his voice in her head, telling all of them that she would do it. Like she always did. Like every other time, she got the chance.

She never took a step back, never looked at the situation before offering to go.

It was reckless and stupid.

No one ever said a thing. When she offered to be the bait, all of them accepted it, expected it. They all knew that she would be the first to jump at the chance to go out in the field. They all knew that she was smart and strong, and she knew what she was doing.

None of them ever said no. It was so hard to say no to her.

But she had reassured him, Hotch had double-checked this time, just to make sure she would be safe. He put two experienced agents as her back up, two people that he trusted and knew would protect her.

“I can do it.”

She could do it.

She’d been shot.

And he felt like blaming himself, felt like being angry, furious at her for offering to go, for reassuring him and lying, and he felt like being angry at himself for letting him go, for not properly preparing her.

But he didn't have time to ponder those thoughts.

He didn't have the time.

He couldn't have a reaction.

He had a job to do.

He was working.

He wouldn't think of it.

Emily probably knew better than anyone else.

She was probably most familiar with pain. With hurt.

She knew how this would affect her, she knew how she would feel. She knew how it would change her even after she was healed. She knew how the scar would never leave her body, and that she would wince every time she saw it.

No matter how much Emily wished she wouldn't understand, she did.

She knew what would happen to Y/N.

If she lived that is. If she was strong enough, if the bullet wasn't stronger than her. If she wasn't too late, if the doctors could save her. If she would stay alive.

And she would be there this time.

If she died. If the world was cruel enough to take her away.

She would have to be with her friends, she wasn't allowed to run away again. She wasn't allowed to go across the world and break alone, she wasn't allowed to turn her back like she had before. Even if she wanted to. Even if running away seemed like the only thing she could do. She would stand by them, and learn what it felt like to have your friend die.

But she wouldn't come back.

That was probably the hardest thought.

If Y/N died, she wouldn't have the opportunity to come back. She wouldn't have the months to heal, the job across the world, she would have the pain of knowing that her friends thought she was dead, but she also wouldn't have any pain.

She’d be dead. Gone. Forever.

And Emily knew what that meant.

It almost killed her to know that.

When she watched Spencer freeze as JJ told both of them, when she saw the worry in JJ’s eyes, she knew that the only thing she could do was be there for all of them. For her, if she could. And for them, if she had to.

It was a scary thing to know your friend was hurt. To know that while everything else in the world stayed the same, several hearts were breaking with the knowledge of the pain their friend was in. It was crazy to think that not everyone's world changed.

It was selfish of her to be thinking of herself, to be avoiding the memories and the thought that came with Y/N being dead. It was selfish to assume she was. It was selfish that she wasn't doing anything to help her friends, to help herself. It was terrible of her not to hope, not allow herself to feel some relief.

But she had to protect herself.

Expect the worse, welcome the best.

Emily was scared. She was scared for Y/N, scared to be there this time, scared to have to hold everyone together like she couldn't before. Scared for the worse to be the reality. For her friend to really be gone.

She could hear her laugh in her head. She knew that it wouldn't leave. It wouldn't go away until Emily could hear it again.

Pain.

She was so familiar with. She was so used to.

Pain.

Emily probably knew that better than anyone else.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

That's all Spencer knew.

He didn't know what was going to happen, if she would live, if she would die, if she was okay, if she wasn't. He didn't know what they would do without her, what would happen if she really did die, if the youngest died before any of the oldest could.

He didn't know how everyone would feel, how he would feel if she died.

He didn't know what any of them would do without her laughter, without her pushing for them to have fun when work was over, without her running around the office, making everything seem bright when it was nothing but dim.

He didn't know what would happen. What was happening?

But he knew

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

He knew that if he could see her, if he had more information about what had happened, he could figure out the probability that she would live. He knew that if he had been there, he would know how to feel, what was going to happen.

But they were sitting in the hospital waiting room. They couldn't see her yet.

Derek hadn't said a word. Emily was sitting next to Spencer. JJ was walking around, checking on all of them instead of herself, being as selfless as she could while they were all stuck in a state of panic.

Rossi was talking to the nurse again.

There still wasn't any news.

None of them were sure how she could’ve been hurt, with her vest, and her self defense techniques. None of them were sure how hurt she could be.

But

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

Spencer held onto that.

She wouldn't be one of the hundred. She wouldn't.

He thought of the sleepovers Y/N, Garcia, and he had. Like children. He thought of how both of them spent the entire night picking on him, trying to make him laugh. He thought of how she always convinced the two of them to come over, told them that it was movie night even if it was a completely random day.

He hated the thought of not doing that anymore.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

She was the youngest. Everyone teased her about it. They all expected her to live for a hundred years, far longer than any of them could. She was the youngest and the brightest and the bravest. She wasn't supposed to die before any of them could.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

When she had offered to be the bait, Spencer hadn't felt worried. He didn't even think of her getting hurt, only felt relieved that this case would finally be over, that they could all go home. He didn't worry at all.

But he should have.

Because she always did this, she always offered, and no one ever turned her down. The odds were that she should’ve gotten hurt long before this.

Odds were that she was extremely lucky.

Except for now.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

Spencer didn't know what would happen. He didn't know if she would live, if she would die. He didn't know what would happen. He barely knew anything at all.

But Derek wasn't talking, Emily was silent, JJ was avoiding the topic, and Rossi had asked the nurse for an update eight times in the last thirty minutes.

He didn't know.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

She wouldn't be one of the hundred.

She couldn't.

Before JJ had told her, Penelope knew something was off.

No one had called her to update on if they had got him or not. Her phone had been completely silent.

That was off.

She called her Neptune.

It was one of the planets that couldn't be seen from Earth.

She’d always asked where the nickname had come from.

Penelope had called her that because Y/N was unreachable to her. She held so much, all this brightness, and you could barely even tell from the surface.

It was a nickname that seemed to fit her more than anything else.

And she couldn't help but think of it as soon as she got the call.

Neptune. Her best friend.

She didn't understand much about profilers, but she knew that Y/N was different from all of her other friends. She didn't know if it was because she was younger, and less experienced, or if she just carried something different to her.

But it was a smart decision to be her best friend, to depend on her.

They’d spent nights together, laughing, creating insanity with every sentence, every hour that ticked past on the clock. They’d spent time laughing, and crying, learning everything they could about each other.

‘Best friend’ was a loose term, one that didn't extend far enough for their relationship.

And Penelope had known something was wrong, as soon as no one had called her.

The first thought was that the unsub had gotten away, that he was going somewhere else and they still had to catch him.

But she knew that wasn't true, because they hadn't called her to help.

And then she thought that maybe he had been difficult, that maybe it was taking all of the team to help deal with him.

But, that didn't seem quite right.

And then she thought of all the other times something like this had happened, when she hadn't gotten a phone call, and there was nothing but silence for a couple of hours.

And all she could think of, was the day Emily almost died.

And then the bullet Spencer had taken to the leg.

And then the stabbing Hotch had been through.

For Penelope, after those thoughts, she didn't have any choice but to find out where they were.

So, she hacked their phones.

It wasn't completely rational, but Penelope had never proved to do things that were rational before. And she was far too protective to not do anything.

JJ’s phone showed up at the police department they were working from. So did Emily and Spencers. Hotch was somewhere across town. Rossi was still at the bar, and Derek was at the nearby Emergency Room.

By the time she had gotten to Y/N, she knew something was wrong.

One of them was hurt.

When she finally got the phone call, she had already pulled some of her hair out, stalked the news, tried to hack into the hospital's patient list- which she couldn't because not all of it was digital -and bitten off almost all of her nails.

JJ had told her, just like JJ always did, informing all of them the best she could.

And they didn't know enough.

Penelope had no idea how her best friend was, and even though she’d asked over and over, what had happened, JJ didn't have any answers for her.

It was a stupid situation.

Penelope hoped she wasn't hurt. That the bullet hadn't gotten anywhere near anything important, that she would live just as Penelope had years ago.

If she had lived, so could Y/N.

She was young and strong and she had been wearing a vest, and there was nothing wrong with her, if they didn't know anything it was good. It was good that no one had told them anything.

That meant she wasn't dead yet.

And that's all Penelope had to hold onto.

She called her Neptune. Because she was unreachable.

She would be fine.

Her eyes. They looked so scared. Derek was so scared.

She would be fine. Rossi knew.

JJ didn't know how this could have happened.

He wouldn't think of it. He was working.

Emily knew better than anyone else.

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year.

An average of 100 a day.

She called her Neptune.

She was the youngest out of all of them.

She had to be okay.

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Let’s analyze the preview of episode 15 a bit. Take most of what I will say with a grain of salt. If it was that simple to predict things, there wouldn’t exist plot twists in a kdrama of this genre. Most of it is my wishful thinking bc I’m Yohan biased. He could turn out to be completely evil even if I don’t see it and I’ll have to accept my fate.

Here’s the synopsis: “with Gaon's revelation, Jookchang's trial is postponed. Although he believes he is doing the right thing, for some reasons there's something bothering Gaon's mind. On the other hand, Yohan who is again hurt by someone he's come to believe, is now acting unlike his usual self. On another hand, after the postponement of Jookchang's trial, the directors of the Foundation move forward & even start to plan to get rid of Seonah... Will Seonah be able to win in this lonely fight against the Foundation Directors?”

This will be in the start of the episode after the failed trial:

This part will probably be in the middle or end of the episode, look at Gaon’s clothes. It’s daytime and he’s well kept. He got a tip from Jungho and encountered or not Sunah or she was just talking with a different person. Jungho is so sus and annoying. Why he had Soohyun’s notes? And why was Soohyun all smiles when meeting Gaon next to Yohan if she really found something bad about Yohan and wanted to tell Gaon before dying?

Gaon will see the Joseph guy or Jukchang. Then someone will die (my guess is Joseph? Idk, seems like a young man), Gaon tries to make a call before or after finding the body, I think before bc he looks okay and he’s not crying yet but he’s still in the same red lights, he will think he “saw it clearly” (more like judging things on what you see again, love) and blame Yohan for whatever reason he got manipulated into believing:

He will contemplate killing Yohan that same day after everything happens and having the audacity to do it while still staying in Yohan’s house or having the free will to come and go as he pleases. After trying to betray him, Yohan is too effing fond of this boy for allowing him to get away with that. It needs a limit in this situation, your hubby isn’t that sane at the moment nor completely on your side. Gaon is using the same clothes, but a little more disheveled, there’s still light outside (or its night but there’s a light outside the window):

Yohan holds the knife in his hand like Soohyun (the symbolism, yes we know Yohan is Gaon’s new and true love), we can see more than five fingers on it. He was calmly reading a book when he stopped Gaon’s attempt of murder. Gaon didn’t do it with the man that was worse than Yohan responsible for killing his parents and many other awful things until the very end without regretting it, but as soon as Soohyun is gone and there’s a “plausible” reason to kill Yohan, he goes for it? Kill the murderer electrocuted? I mean, it’s too radical on national TV where kids can watch too. But his reasoning was “Nah, Soohyun would hate that, but if it’s me killing Yohan, it’s okay. She would love it bc she didn’t like her love rival anyways”. Why are they like this? They only want to follow the law and do what is right if it’s for their own advantage. I hate hypocrisy. I love you son, but get your facts and logic straight.

Yohan says Gaon would regret it for the rest of his life. He broke their promise of never attacking Yohan again, on top of betraying him. Like Judas after betraying Jesus and having him killed:

Then Yohan’s quiet demeanor is gone and he shouts about Gaon meeting Joseph. I’m leaning towards my theory that Joseph is the key for Yohan to win his revenge and prove publicily at the right time what really happened at that fire, he was trying to keep Joseph safe and hidden, but bc of Gaon and Soohyun’s meddling, other people found out about him (the president, Sunah, Jungho to name a few) and it could have lead to Joseph getting killed. Let me guess, Gaon calmed down a little and told (more like accused after assuming) Yohan about it only after acting on impulse and the mess was already made (same old sh*t but a different day. Like when Gaon thought Yohan was the one that attacked Soohyun and Yohan warned him to never let it happen again, tsk tsk). So that’s Yohan losing his only hope (for now) of solving all this:

I might be completely wrong as I have been before or not. Let’s see. I don’t want to analyze much or expect anything from now on, I’ll just go with the flow, I’m accepting any crumbles thrown my way.

It’s so crazy how Yohan was ready to fight the world, risk everything and do anything as long as he had Gaon and Elijah, he trusted Gaon and let him in, enough to put him in the same place of importance as Elijah. But Gaon is so far from doing the same after all the development their relationship seemed to be having. All it took was some manipulation for Gaon to change so drastically. He should value the people he still has in his life that love him, instead of pushing them away and hurting them like that.

But I can put myself in his place and understand just a little bit. It’s easy for me to say bc I’m a third person watching everything, even what they don’t see. So I can’t hate Gaon or put the full blame on him. I think I never will unless he actually ended up killing Yohan with his foolishness. I’m still on the team lawful family and want to see the three of them alive and happy. I have faith in you Gaon, you’re our only and final hope. You can give or take it away from us.

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