#(answer is yes. this is the Thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions guy

[dreadark]

alien stage has made it a personal mission to never let me sleep in peace

[puppy-coded]

Our Lady Of The Upside Down{E.M.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: The Upside Down, angst, swearing, no happy ending 💜 i think that's it but let me know if i missed something

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Eddie Munson x fem!elf!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You take care of Eddie in the Upside Down until he says some things he probably shouldn't

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: I have my own lore surrounding the Upside Down and The Hobbit but, in my universe, Tolkien did not write The Hobbit bc... um... reasons. Don't come at me for inaccuracy please <3

✰ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @sw34terw34ther @my-my-only-angel @mad-elia @chaossmoonlights

Welp. This is it. Eddie thought. He was wounded beyond repair and he just knew that he wouldn't be able to muster through it this time.

He just knew.

He was ready. He was a hero.

He closed his eyes for the last time, ready to embrace death with open arms.

Except this didn't feel like death.

It wasn't what he was expecting.

There was no light at the end of the tunnel.

Just dark...

Wait... He feels something...

A hand, maybe? And he hears... Singing? Humming maybe?

His eyes flew open and he shot up from his spot on the...

Where is he? This isn't the ground? It's not where he died.

Or... Almost died.

"Hey hey hey hey hey!" A feminine voice he hadn't recognized called from... wherever it was. "What are you doing? Lay back down!" The voice ordered loudly, a hand pushing down on his chest.

"Where am I?" He heard himself groggily ask.

"Does it matter?" The voice asked. "You're alive," It said curtly.

"Am I still in the... you know?" He asked, finally opening his eyes to find you.

"Yes."

He laid back down and closed his eyes. "Then I'd rather die."

"Yeah well..." You sat down in a chair next to him. "I would too but you were laying near where I pick strawberries so those pesky morals got the best of me."

"Thanks then, I guess."

"You guess?" You asked loudly, bordering on a scream. "I did you a favor!"

"How did you even know I was still alive?" Eddie asked, opening one eye to your voice.

You shrugged, clearly annoyed by his questions. "Your breathing was shallow but you were still breathing."

"Did you carry me here?" He asked calmly, trying to will himself out of the oh-so obvious dream world he seemed to have fallen victim to.

You gave him a disgusted look, trying your hardest not to smack his head so you don't accidentally give him a concussion."I think those bats may have taken your common sense with them. No you dimwit, I used magic to bring you here."

Eddie looked at you dumbly. "Like... like you teleported?"

"No you numpty!" You stood abruptly from your seat and stomped around in a circle for a few seconds. "I- Here. It's obvious you're human so I'll show you." You had clenched your jaw and was clearly annoyed at Eddie's ignorance of your species.

Eddie just stared in confusion at you, leaning on his arm, as a bottle of... something... had glowed pink and lifted from it's spot on the counter.

"Now, I'm no healer but it works. Now lay back down," You told him, pushing Eddie down once more. "Rest, I'll change your bandages in a few hours."

Eddie turned onto his other side to follow you with his gaze. "What's that smell?"

"Dinner," You responded plainly.

Eddie tried extending his neck to get a look so you wouldn't get mad at him for not laying down again. "What is it?"

"Bread and stew," You huffed. "You eating or not?"

"Yeah... I'm eating." Eddie told you, practically drooling at the smell.

You nodded at his decision. "Good. You look malnourished."

Eddie scoffed and looked away. "I eat plenty."

"Yeah lanky human? What do you eat?" You asked harshly, putting your hands on your hips.

Eddie felt himself blush under your gaze, he knew he was being challenged and he didn't know how to answer. "Like... chips and cereal and stuff."

You looked at him in mock surprise, putting a hand to your chest and widening your eyes. "Oh! My mistake!" You said insincerely. "Do you have a balanced diet?" You asked, putting your hands on the counter in front of you.

Eddie spluttered and floundered for a bit before answering. "What's a balanced diet?"

"You're drinking milk as well as getting an extra serving of berries." You decided out loud, turning your back to the tall man so you could stir your pot. "No wonder you almost died."

"What?"

"Oh my..." You slammed down your wooden spoon and turned to him. "Did you do no research on the Upside Down before coming?" You asked, feeling the anger rising through your chest.

You had no idea why you were even angry. It wasn't your mission. Not your life.

But it was your home.

Your home that was under attack...

You clenched your fist and tried to hear the man out.

Eddie finally sat up, as craning his neck was quite uncomfortable, and faced you. "We tried but-"

"Bu ba da da da da da da hey hey hey hey hey!" You clapped loudly, as if Eddie was a dog or a child. "Listen."

Eddie looked like a kicked puppy when you raised your voice at him, along with the clapping. "Only because you scare me."

"Those bats aren't supposed to be fatal. They're more of a... minor inconvenience if you eat properly." You explained, putting a bowl and a plate in an empty spot on your table. "Bread, stew, berries." You said plainly, motioning for him to sit in that spot.

Eddie struggled to get off the... thing... he was laying on and had to use the counter and walls to get to his seat. "Your place is very nice." He tried complimenting. "It's like how I imagined a Hobbit Hole."

You flicked his temple when your passed him. "Do not bring up those sorry fuckers around me. They know what they did."

Eddie reacted quickly to the flick, rubbing his temple in slight pain. "Hobbits are real?" He asked, eyes full of wonder and elation evident in his voice.

You brought your own plate and bowl to the table and sat down. "Last human who came 'round wrote about the creatures he saw and what this place was like before Vecna reigned," You explained. "Of course, he embellished. Stupid fucking humans..."

Eddie excitedly held up two fingers. "Two things: One, who was it?" He asked you, putting a finger down.

You sighed and got up from the table. You went to a large bookshelf in the den and grabbed an old-looking leather bound book.

You set down harshly next to Eddie with a scowl. "This dickwad."

"Robert James?" Eddie asked, not believing what he was seeing. "He was no dickwad. He was a literary genius!"

"Wrong!" You yelled. "He came into my home, ate my food, and had the absolute audacity to show my species as 'homemakers with a small vocabulary and an even smaller thinking capacity. These creatures are quite simple compared to others in this realm. The woman I had stayed with herself was very beautiful, very talented in the kitchen, much better than human women, and had a diet that mere mortals only write about.'" You quoted, with a fake English accent. "Yeah, it's not all bad but still. Completely left out the magic part and only focused on my 'womanliness'. Everything about that sentence could be misinterpreted."

Eddie stared at you with his jaw on the floor. "I thought it was fiction..."

You huffed, rolling a lone blackberry across your wooden plate. "It's his autobiography. I have the first edition," You mumbled. "I'm sure in the mortal world it's different. There's a disclaimer or something or blah blah blah..." You said, leaning over the side of your chair.

Eddie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he ran his hands along the old cover. "How- How old are you? This has to be at least seventy years old."

"Three-hundred and nine," You deadpanned.

"You look twenty-three."

You smiled sarcastically. "Thanks for noticing! Elves age differently nimrod," You mumbled, sitting up as straight as you could.

"Elves? But... the the the..." Eddie stammered, pointing to th side of his head and then pointing to you.

"Ears?" You asked. "Human thing," You waved.

"Anyway..." Eddie breathed, seeming to have recovered from slight shock. "My second thing was 'what are you' but that was already answered. You got a name?" He asked, putting one hand inside the other and playing with his rings.

You leaned back and crossed your arms. "Do you?"

He stared at you, trying to read your expression but not quite getting there. "Eddie," He finally relented after about thirty seconds of silence.

"Well Eddie." You started, deepening your voice when saying his name. "You're not getting personal information out of me easily. Read the 'elf' section and you'll see why." You said with a fake smile, opening the book and pointing to the 'elf' section in the book.

Eddie stared with wide eyes at the yellowing pages and cursive writing. "Can I keep this?"

"No. Keepsake." You said flatly, getting up to put your now empty plate and bowl in the sink.

"Do you, like, hate read it or something?" Eddie asked, genuinely curious.

You shrugged. "James has really nice and flowery language that I have a hard time finding 'round here."

"Oh..." Eddie stared that the pages and frowned, jumping when he felt your hand on his shoulder.

"You done with your plate?" You asked gently, pointing.

"Oh, um, yes. Thank you." He nodded graciously.

He read as fast as he possibly could, soaking in each cursive letter while you cleaned up dinner. He closed the book and looked at you.

He understood your disdain now.

. . .

Weeks have gone by and you couldn't find an opening back into Hawkins for him. No matter how hard you looked. You just wanted your personal space back.

Eddie eventually settled down as the Upside Down repaired itself and he almost didn't want to leave.

He healed pretty quickly thanks to you and your powers, as well as extensive knowledge in medicinal herbs no matter how hard it was to find.

You silently made your way back from your usual berry spot and smiled when you saw Eddie reading at the table.

"Eddie I'm back." You said, snapping him out of whatever trance he was in when he was reading by plopping down a half full basket of strawberries.

Eddie's favorite.

"Nice!" He said happily, standing up to look inside your basket. "Hey, um... I still don't know your name."

You took your jacket off and turned to give him a look. "To you? It's 'Hey you'."

Eddie plopped back into his chair and groaned. "C'mon Elfie, I've been in your home for three weeks. I wanna know my savior's name." He all but whined at you.

"Hm... tough titties. Flattery doesn't work with me." You shrugged, messing up his very knotty curls.

Eddie crossed his arms and huffed petulantly. "I'm just gonna keep calling you Elfie then. I know you hate 'sweetheart'."

"Oh?" You asked, feigning ignorance. "What gave you that idea?"

"When you threw a cup at my head last week." He reminded you, standing to follow you into the kitchen. "Nearly shattered against my pretty face."

"Slipped," You responded.

Eddie chuckled and leaned on the counter as you got ingredients out for cookies. "Any luck today?"

You gave him a sincerely disappointed look and shook your head. "None. I'm sorry. I know you wanna go home big guy."

Eddie looked taken aback by your statement. "What?"

"What?" You asked defensively. "You talk in your sleep."

"Ah," He nodded. "Us hoo-mans tend to do that."

You smiled and looked up at the taller man. "Eddie?"

"Yep?"

"What's the human world like?" You asked, getting the flour down.

"Indescribable." He said, pulling up a chair into the kitchen.

You smiled excitedly. "It's that good?"

"No it's that shitty." Eddie chuckled. "Only good things there are my Uncle Wayne, dnd, and my books."

You nodded and opened your recipe book to the page you wanted.

"Elfie?" Eddie asked in return.

"Hm?" You hummed, not really paying attention.

"What was life like for you before Vecna?" Eddie asked, not knowing the weight of his seemingly innocent question.

You tried to keep your breathing even and not tense up when you were still gathering. "Still shitty but not that shitty."

"How so?"

You bit down on your tongue and forced yourself to speak. "Depends what you want to know?"

"Everything."

You sighed deeply and heated up a small bowl with the butter and brown sugar in it.

"That's hard. I don't know everything." You admitted, hopping up onto the counter.

"Well, what do you know?" Eddie prodded.

"I do know that my parents were shitty people. I was an infant when I was left in the woods. Good thing a Hobbit found me. I was raised with them." You smiled, playing with one of your rings.

Eddie looked at you, shaking his head slightly. "Then what's your beef with them?"

"I'm getting there." You told him irritably. "My 'beef', as you said, with them is that they abandoned me too. Then off to dwarves before I could read and write. Had to be about sixty at the time... or six years old in your human years. I was on my own by the time I turned twelve." You said, trying to keep yourself from crying.

You wanted t beat yourself up for getting teary over beings that didn't even care about you.

"Elfie I-"

"Built my little hut, taught myself magic." You laughed humorlessly. "Learned everything I could. It's been almost a hundred years since anyone's been in my corner. I've thought about changing my name and going into the human world when a new portal opens up. Then James came. So much wonder in that man's eyes. Made me... feel special. Called me 'sweetheart' like you did... First chance he got, he ran. Never said goodbye." You said, holding back tears.

You took a deep breath to calm down, putting things into the large bowl in front of you. "I remember it vividly. I came back, all excited and in love, totally thinking I was gonna marry the guy with the way he talked to me... I brought him raspberries, his favorite fruit, and I hollered all around for him. Looked everywhere... One day that book-" You pointed to your bookshelf- "Came with the page he talked about me marked. 'Homemaker', 'caregiver', 'siren', and 'seductress' were all used to describe specifically me. I don't know any other elves... He wrote so many terrible things about me while still calling me 'love' and 'sweetheart'."

Eddie just stared at you in silence. He watched you mix and knead before putting the dough on a pan to cook it after rolling it into balls.

"So you wanna know everything about me? That's it. That's the end of the story." You said harshly, roughly putting the dough balls on the cookie sheet. "Wanna know why I'm so closed off? Thank your precious author."

"Elfie... That's terrible." Eddie tried comforting, standing next to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, well, humans suck," You responded angrily.

Eddie squeezed your shoulder slightly. "You hold such a strong opinion on humans and, yet, you still saved me."

"Don't get used to it," You said.

A warning.

"I mean, you said 'pesky morals' but I think there's something more to that. It can't just be that right?" He asked, turning you to face him.

"Watch it you." You warned, roughly rolling your shoulder so his hand fell off your shoulder.

Eddie stared at his hand and then you and then back again for a few seconds before whispering to you. "I think, deep down, you still care about humans and other creatures despite being abandoned over and over and over again. I mean-" Eddie got louder with each word and observation and you just couldn't take it anymore.

"Out!" You yelled, pointing to the door.

"What?" Eddie asked, genuinely shocked that you were being so harsh.

You washed your hands and started pushing him out the door. "You want to observe my life after I let my guard down for the first time in fifty years. That's what!" You told him. "You ate my food, lived in my house, flipped my life upside down? Nuh-uh. Not happening again. Leave." You urged, opening the door for him and gesturing for him to leave.

"I didn't mean to-" He tried, he wanted to grab your hand.

To make you smile.

To make the last ten minutes disappear from your memory.

"You didn't mean to? That's such nineteen year old horseshit! How stupid do you think I am? I have been alive since the founding of your country and I've seen plenty of people, especially men, lie to me and those I cared about about how much they care."

"Elfie-"

"You only cared about yourself this whole time!" You yelled again, feeling your entire body boil with anger. "You cared about getting healed, you cared about not starving to death, and you only cared about getting home." You counted on your fingers in front of him.

A loud sound, similar to a squish, had sounded outside. The gates, or portals, have opened enough times in your life that you know what they are.

You sucked your teeth with a hard expression and gestured out the door. "There's your chance to go home. It'll be open for a few days but I want you out now."

Eddie gave you a look of pure desperation. "Only if you come with me Elfie." He tried grabbing your hand and you moved it out of his grip as soon as his fingers closed around yours.

You smiled at him, a smile that he knew meant you were done with everything.

A smile that told him it was over.

"I've decided. I'm done with humans."

"But-"

"Those pesky morals?" You asked sarcastically. "Yeah. They're gone. I have no empathy for your species anymore," You spat.

"El-"

You put a hand on your hip and continued with your overy-sweet smile. "Turns out when you're a shitty house guest that your ever-giving hostess wants you out as soon as possible. How about that? Isn't it just fantastic? It is for me!"

Somehow Eddie ended up on the other side of your door.

"Goodbye Eddie. I won't miss you."

And with that you slammed the door in his face, leaving poor Eddie confused and alone; just as you were.

[yooniesim]

Literalite, sojutrait and all their cliquey ass friends are just a bunch of hypocrites, sitting on their high horse, trying to destroy everyone who calls them out on stuff. They're the ones who keep dragging this out because they thrive on attention. You're a good person, Ceci. Hope you know that ❤

Thank you, nonny. They're both seriously awful & proud of it apparently. I ignored this ask for several days, but when I see shit like this, why bother? They consider it harassment & fixation just to point out they lied their asses off (and continue to lie) to their thousands of followers. I pinned the post because the original was full of lies and I have yet to see a single thing proving otherwise because it does not exist. I say that confidently even in a time where everyone screenshots everything that happens immediately, because I know I'm right. The events the way they described them simply never occurred, and they can't get away from that fact, which is why they're still bullshitting to ignore the actual issue even now. It's just like how there's no proof of Seph ever doing any actual "peacekeeping" at any point in time, other than the act of "kindness" of joining the server itself, which says absolutely nothing besides he sat there and read what was said just like 200+ other people. There was never an attempt to come to an understanding between us, no added perspective on behalf of his friends, no meeting in the middle during discussions/disputes. The one time I actually asked for his help with a situation related to both of our friend groups, I was straight up ignored. And every time I've asked for any type of empathy or understanding, I either haven't gotten any. So what peacekeeping, honestly, can he say he's done? I'd be curious to know, though I'm well aware I'm never going to get an answer, because it never happened. That's why you never hear a detailed account of anything that occurred, or god forbid an actual screenshot.

While I have plenty to back up what I've done, including an extensive account of very much punishing the person responsible for what they're pinning on me because it's convenient for their made-up narrative (and there's nothing else for them to use besides "she likes kpop too much for our personal tastes" which shows how shallow it all really is). And they can't refute that, so they have to resort to acting like I should've had the power to... somehow prevent someone from sending a message in a group chat before they sent it? If that sounds like nonsense, that's because it obviously is, and they don't even realize how ridiculous it was to say. Not to mention the silly, middle-school "cohorts" concept about people I only knew online in a public server, that I was not "warned about" by them in any capacity, which is yet another lie to add to the pile. It shows they find people that agree with you on the internet to be your ride or die friends, which explains a lot. And yes, I am very much able to call out people I was formerly friendly with when I get evidence of them showing their true colors, even when it's towards people I'm not particularly fond of, because that's what you're supposed to do- but clearly none of them have learned that yet. Instead it's always "my friend is never wrong because... they're my friend" or "the enemy of my entirely self-perceived enemy is my friend", which shows the immaturity in their thought processes. I don't find them any different than any of the others spewing false allegations, microaggressions, shit talking, or bigotry, because they're not. They just don't have the self-awareness to see what they do compared to when they're happily criticizing the people they don't like. That's why they're always convinced people are mad at them for "having fun" or "having friends", they have to victimize themselves to distract from their own shitty actions.

This entire post by sojutrait is nothing actually substantial because there's nothing to lean on other than being vaguely edgy & rude, better than, and using words and concepts they don't seem to fully understand. You can really tell no thought or deeper meaning was put into it at all. Just like how Seph's earlier response was absolutely nothing relevant as well. Both are obviously more or less a performance for their own egos and to justify their blatant lies so, as Seph said, they can be stable and happy and sleep at night despite the obvious hate they bring to others. Because if they'd truly moved on & were so much better than me, they wouldn't have posted either in the first place. (Including the tags- if I was lying, why didn't you just take your friend's advice and ignore it? Is it because you don't want anyone to see it and question you? Because posts like that with no proof should be questioned, precisely because of situations like this. You lied, you know it, and now you're caught in it.) People that are unbothered don't need to repeatedly tell you how unbothered they are... if they do, chances are they really aren't. They only want me to "move on" because they can't stand being criticized, it burns them up inside and you can tell. Which is a shame, because I don't care about them having fun with their friends, but I do care about this vile and embarrassing behavior that has gone on for years unchecked. They're not "consequences" if you had to outright lie to get them to happen, including knowingly using those lies to encourage disgusting asks... that's a "harassment campaign", one they're doubling down on despite knowing it's wrong and what they alone caused. That they never would've even had the guts to try if they hadn't known I was in a vulnerable place at the time, which is sad and gross enough. They should both honestly be ashamed and I hope they do some serious growth in the next five years or so to gain a little empathy and maturity because they desperately need it. Both in public and in private. Especially if they continue preaching accountability and self-reflection while never once (I challenge you to check) embracing those concepts themselves.

[fangirlings-things]

Goodbye [1/2]

➤ PART. 2

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of death

Summary: after being taken by an unsub, you are given a goodbye call and you use it to call the chief of your unit and lover, Aaron Hotchner

A/N: just a lot of angst with this man because I love him!!! let me know your thoughts and if you want me to write the second part this is supposed to have lots of love 💖

GIF IS NOT MINE || TAG LIST: @imaginesofyourfandom ; @locke-writes ; @regalbanshee

Hotch could not believe his own ears when the phone rang in the room in Oklahoma City the police had given the BAU team to use during the current investigation. Everyone had been expecting that call for 48 hours now. They knew that call would be made, because that was the signature. The signature of the killer they had been hunting.

Hotch exchanged a brief look with all the team as he walked forward towards the table were the phone was. All the others had something in their expressions that he knew probably resembled his own. Fear. He actually had to take a deep breath before pressing the button to pick up the call.

As the phone was programmed to sound on speaker, the whole team was able to hear a shallow breathing on the line. No one dared to say anything, too tense to do such a thing. But then they didn’t have to, because the person with the shallow breathing then spoke. “H-Hotch?”

It broken him. Right then and there. He did not want to believe it, he refused to. For 48 hours he had given all he had to try to solve that case in time, but hadn’t been able to. As the M.O said, the killer gave his victims one last call before finishing them. And that was happening. That was your last call and it did not surprise anyone, that you were looking for him. For you, it had always been him.

“Hotch?” your voice sounded again, weak, and that finally set him into action.

“(Y/N)?” your name seemed heavy on his tongue, like it had never before. He leaned down and pressed his hands into the surface of the table as id to hold himself up. “(Y/N), I’m here. Where are you?”

“You know I don’t know that. And if you’re asking me, I suppose you and the team don’t either” you tried to give out a little laugh, but it quickly turned into a cough. From their side of the line, Garcia pressed one of her hands to her mouth, tears already steaming down her face.

“(Y/N), anything. Anything at all that…” the leader of the unit said, the words leaving his mouth in a terrified rush.

“Aaron” the intensity of your tone and the fact that you used his first name made him go quiet on the very same instant. Around the room, no one else dared to speak. They knew you wanted Hotch, and him only. “Stop. It’s over, babe”

“No, it’s not. We can…” he began again, trying hard to keep his voice steady.

“Aaron” you spoke again, much more softly this time and it seemed as if Hotch had been slapped. He pressed his palms so hard against the table that his knuckles turned white. “This is my goodbye call. You know what this means”

“You have to remember something. Anything. Did you see…” your silence was unbearable and his voice died in his throat, tears blurring his vision and falling on the table. “I shouldn’t have sent you alone”

“You know I would have gone anyway. I lost, it’s part of the job. But you and the team will still be able to catch him” he realized you thought the others weren’t hearing your words and silently decided to leave it that way. He knew you never liked to be so exposed and fragile in front of everyone. And still, he could not ask them to leave the room. Honestly, he thought he wouldn’t be able to go through that alone. “You have to catch him, Aaron”

“I will. I promise you, I will” from the corner of his eye, he saw David pull a chair and sit down to then support his face on his hands, the sadness clear in his features. “(Y/N)…”

“I know” you said, and it made him go silent again. “I know” you repeated and the team was able to hear the change in your voice when you started to cry. “I’m really going to miss you, Aaron. God, I already do” in that moment Derek took his hands to his head and started to walk around the room, in agony. “I’m going to miss having to make you leave the office and go home. Spending the weekends with you and Jack. Falling asleep by your side on the jet” you sobbed loudly then, giving into emotion. Emily cleared her throat to stop herself from sobbing too. Hotch had to pull away from the table to take a deep breath and control his own now unregular breathing. “But above all, I’m sorry”

“What?” he asked, too confused and overwhelmed by the whole situation.

“I’m sorry for making you go through this again. I know how much your suffered because of Hailey. I never wanted you to have to…” you sobbed again. The hot tears streaming down his face seemed like a waterfall, never ending. Never stopping. ���I’m so sorry”

“This is not your fault” he forced his voice to go out. He came back closer to the table and sat down on a chair merely because he felt like falling down at any moment. “You know this is not your fault”

“Still, I wanted you to know” you went silent for long moments and just when he was about to call out, your voice came back. “Can’t believe I’m not going to see everyone again. This team…” you laughed a bit and all of them could picture your smile. “I’m going to miss them all so much”

“(Y/N), anything…” Hotch grabbed into hope, wishing, craving something, anything, that would change the outcome of what was to happen.

“Tell David to don’t get married again” you interrupted, sniffing as you tried to stop crying. Talk about your co-workers made your tone sound sweeter and you felt a certain warmth in your chest. “Between the job and the idea of another divorce, he will loose it” you laughed and David laughed too silently, nodding in agreement. “Emily belongs in the BAU. She’s an amazing profiler, and an amazing friend” Prentiss closed her eyes at the compliments, feeling too deeply. “Don’t let J.J work too much. Make her go home by seven and please, if she’s overwhelmed, make her take a few days to herself” J.J by hearing you talk about her, turned around and stormed out of the room, unable to hear more. “Penelope, oh, I adore her. Thank her for all the advices, the playlists she made to cheer me up and listen on the jet. Thank her for everything” Garcia reprimanded a sob and left just like J.J had done. “Derek…” Morgan instantly stopped walking and fixed his blurry eyes on the phone, like he could see you somehow. “he is my best friend. My best friend in the entire world. Tell him I remember every laugh, moment, drink, every pizza night we had together. I wish we had more of those” Morgan really cried now, punching the closest wall with all the force he had. If you heard the sound, you did not mention it. “Spencer is the brother I never had” Reid, who sat on a chair close to Rossi, squeezed his lips on a thin line. “I love that he always have… had a new historical fact to tell me about. Seeing him trying to eat in hashis always made me laugh so hard. Tell him to visit his mother more. I know he misses her” another pause. Another sob. “I love them all. Tell them that I do. Hotch?”

“Yes?” he took the tears away from his face with the back of his right hand, feeling his chest aching. It was like he could literally feel his heart breaking.

“I love you. It took me a long time to say so, maybe too long. I wish we had more time” you sobbed again, harder, and that sound was horrifying, like it came straight out of a nightmare. “I found the ring, Aaron. On your drawer. I was only looking for a shirt and there it was… the ring” Hotch closed his eyes hardly, telling himself he wanted to wake up. He had to wake up and see that it was not real. It couldn’t be. “I would’ve said yes, Aaron. It would have definitely been a yes” and then the line went silent.

“(Y/N)?” Hotch called, but there was no answer. His breath hissed. “(Y/N), keep talking to me, babe” nothing still. “(Y/N), please, talk to me”

“Aaron” David got up from his chair and walked around the table to put a hand on his shoulder.

“Please…” he was the one who then started sobbing.

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“Aaron, we need to talk” David entered the room of the station where Hotch had been alone in for hours now. As he got no response, he insisted. “Aaron?”

“Leave me alone” he said only, eyes still fixed on the phone from which he had heard your last words. Last words.

“Aaron” David said again, more seriously this time.

“What?” Hotch raised his voice, eyes dry and hurting. The tears seemed to have ended long before.

David fixed his eyes on his. “Garcia found something”

[mimzy-writing-online]

Dear Mimzy, I can't begin to tell you how happy I was to find your advice on how to write a blind or visually impaired person respectfully. Thank you so much for doing that. It was very helpful. I'm currently writing a book and I'm about to start the editing phase. I'm writing you to ask if you would consider being a beta reader of mine? I'll pay you, of course. You can write me on Instagram: mettepeleikis if you're interested. Once again thank you for your helpful blog. - Mette

PART 1/2: Mette again. Even if you're not interested in beta reading my book, I do have some questions that I haven't found the answers to on your blog. I hope you can help me by giving me your opinion on these two things. 1. The love interest of my MC loses his sight from a head trauma accident (I did read you advice against that but it's unfortunately not something I can change now) but do you consider that "victimizing your blind character" like when you mentioned rape?

PART 2/2: Gosh, I'm sorry for spamming you. Here's my second question. I never wanted to cure my blind character, but I did have in mind that a surgery could partially restore a bit of it. Just enough for him to see a bit of color. Do you think that is as bad as curing them when partially restoring his sight? Thank you so much, Mimzy. Best, Mette

Mimzy answered: I’m so happy I could help your writing process! Hearing that I help makes every day much better, especially since this is part of what I’ll be focusing on in school.

I am considering taking a few beta-reading contracts in the winter between school semesters. I am going to put a note down with your Instagram contact.

As for your first question, I recently made a post going in-depth about writing whump and using blindness for plot purposes. It has far more depth and nuance to the subject than my initial post did in 2019, largely because that was (still is) a topic I struggle to talk about.

(The following paragraph is useful advice to all writers, not just Mette)

The concern about head trauma being the cause of blindness stems more from how rare it is compared to natural causes of blindness. Glaucoma, Macular Degeneration, Cataracts, and Diabetic Retinopathy are the most common causes of vision loss. The head trauma route is also a big sign that the writer took the lazy way out of researching the cause of the character’s blindness, which suggests to the reader that the character is more of a prop than a character. The best thing you can do to avoid this sentiment, avoid inaccuracy and insensitivity, is to deeply research the specific details of the injury and how that will affect your character’s vision.

I found an article for you with a wide variety of specific injury types that can follow a traumatic brain injury. It will be a good starting point in your individual research.

What Mette is describing doesn’t sound like victimizing, at least not as I would personally define it. Victimizing would be using the character’s trauma and blindness to teach the main character some kind of lesson, very much like the trend of violently killing off female characters to push the male protagonist’s storyline.

The message a plotline like that sends to a blind reader is that how our blindness affects our loved ones is more important than how it affects us, that we’re a burden to our loved ones, and that our feelings about vision loss don’t matter because we’re a plot device for our family’s story.

Or using the character’s blindness as a way to “set up” a plan to hurt the character. An example would be the character getting kidnapped and not realizing they were being stalked because of their blindness. A good exercise to test if you’re falling into this trap would be to ask yourself “if this character was a drunk teenage girl, would this look like victim blaming?” If the answer is yes, then you need to rethink that plotline.

The message this plotline sends is that being disabled makes you an easy victim to assault, that it’s only a matter of time before it happens, that it happens because you’re disabled and that it’s somehow your fault.

It’s also a reminder of a terrifying but very real statistic of how common it is for a disabled person to be a victim of a crime. I found a webpage discussing it if you’d like to further educate yourself.

So there’s a big difference between an author exploring the trauma around sudden vision loss, and an author turning that trauma into shallow dramatics for entertainment purposes. One has the chance to make you feel seen, and the other makes you feel objectified.

Ask yourself how your story compares to what I’ve described and if/how you can do better.

To answer your last question, I’m not 100% sure. Realistically, if offered a chance to surgically improve your vision when you were in the early stages of learning to adapt, you might very well jump at the chance. Some might, but there are plenty of reasons why you might decline the surgery. It’s very likely you might develop a phobia against medical care (iatrophobia) following a traumatic medical experience, and perhaps avoid doctors and medical procedures at all costs, even if it means potentially allowing conditions to get dangerously worse before seeking help. If your story is based in America, chances are that a procedure like that will be too costly, even with insurance. Double-check medical care costs in the country the story takes place in if you’re not sure. Hearing that the surgery might risk you losing more sight with very little promise of returning your vision, especially long term, would be a big motivation to decline. Resentment against how doctors and loved ones focused on wanting to “fix you” instead of helping you adjust might be a reason to decline. (It certainly was for me, especially when the proposed solution wouldn’t completely improve my vision. This was prediagnosis) Being far enough into your recovery due to a great support system and therapy might also be a reason to decline the surgery, stating that you’re happy with life as is.

Personally, I would hate to lose my color vision. Vibrant colors make me absurdly happy. However, if I did lose my color vision and a specific surgery was proposed to possibly restore it, it’s highly unlikely I would accept for almost all of the reasons stated above.

It’s a subject that will require more than one sensitivity reader, and possibly asking people within the blind community how they feel about that. A variety of responses will help you explore the nuances of the plotline.

I always recommend @blindbeta as a sensitivity reader because I love their work discussing different blind characters in media and their advice posts.

Thank you for the positive feedback, it made my night :)

(after post notes: dear god I hope this is coherent. This was written between the hours of 1 and 2 am. Yeah, this blog is called the Late Night Writing Advice Blog for a reason. Also (@ everyone, I shared some personal feelings tonight, please treat that with respect)

[ive-been-worse]

Liable PT 2

Word Count: 2,419

Warning: Violence, blood, knives, hospitals, close calls, mentions of anxiety/panic, let me know if I missed any.

A/N: this is part two to a different post. It's long, I can't write cases, kinda angsty but it has a happy ending. Enjoy

“Can you believe it?” You point your spoon at no one in particular. “A ‘liability’! God!” You let out a sardonic laugh and viciously dig into your ice cream.

You, Emily, JJ, and Penny are having girls’ night. Yes, you’re a little tipsy and definitely not over anything.

Emily shakes her head while JJ pours more wine for everyone.

“Y/N/N, you know you aren’t a liability. You’re damn good at your job and Hotch was full of shit,” Em doesn’t normally bash the boss but she’s a little more than tipsy too.

“You know what it is?” Penny butts in, “He likes youuuuuuu.”

Her words elicit a scoff from you, “As if.” Heat rose in your cheeks.

“No, she’s right. Everyone can see it. Hotch totally has a thing for you!” JJ exclaims, spilling a little of her wine. “Come on, are you seriously saying you’ve never noticed how much he hovers over you?”

“Or stiffens whenever you’re with an unsub?” Em adds.

“Or how he almost flinches everytime you call him ‘Agent Hotchner’,” Penny giggles.

“And, you like him too!” JJ says with a sudden seriousness.

You shake your head. As much as you want to deny JJ’s words, you can’t. Your crush has been blooming for a long time. It’s part of the reason why you’re taking this sudden cold front from your boss so hard. If only you knew what to do.

***

“Aaron, you gotta tell her,” was the first thing Dave said after sneaking into Hotch’s office.

“Tell who what, Dave?” Aaron asked. He didn’t have to ask. Dave was talking about you, just like he has been the last multiple times Dave has sought him out.

“Y/N. You know she’s a good agent. She deserves to know that.”

“Is that all?” Aaron has yet to look up from his paperwork.

“‘Is that all?’” Dave repeats, “No, first, it’s affecting the team. Everyone can see that. There’s so much tension between you two. After you fix that, you should also tell her how you feel.”

“Enough, there’s nothing to tell,” Aaron pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’ll handle it, okay?”

“You better.”

***

Hotch had kept you out of the field for seven cases. Seven. Working from Quantico was killing you and you had a newfound respect for Penny. That’s why you jumped, literally jumped, at the chance to finally go on a case with the team. However, you’re confined to the police precinct. Not ideal, but you’ll take what you can get. So while the team is gathering information in the field, you’re working on the geographical profile.

Unfortunately, geographical profiles are not your strong suit. More unfortunately, you’ve determined that there’s not enough information to make one. With a sigh, you push yourself away from the desk and make your way to the mediocre coffee station.

A young officer approaches with a smile, “What a case, right?”

You look him over. This case is probably the worst he’s seen. He’s not too bad on the eyes. Not quite your type. You shake your head as the thought of your boss flits through your mind. Giving the officer a small smile, “That’s your opening?”

Red blooms across his cheeks as he shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “I had to start with something. I’m John,” his hand comes out between you two.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” he grips your hand a little too hard.

The door to the precinct opens. Hotch, Emily, and Reid come in. They were at the latest crime scene.

Nodding your head at your team, “That’s my cue.”

You take your leave but John stops you. “How about you and I take some time and I’ll buy you a better coffee?”

“I can’t. We have to solve this case. That’s my priority,” It’s a little harsh but that’s what you’re here to do in the first place so that’s what you’re going to do.

“L/N,” Hotch calls.

“I’m coming,” you take your coffee and go to them. “What did you find?”

“Her friends report some guy talking to her at the bar they went to the night before she went missing. Apparently he kept trying to get her to go somewhere with him.” Hotch fills you in.

“Let me guess, she kept turning him down?” You fill in, earning a nod from your boss.

“How’s the geographical profile?” Reid asks.

“You’re welcome to take a shot at it but there’s not enough.”

This time it’s Emily who speaks, “We need another victim.”

And you got one that night.

The next day you're able to finish the profile. Right as you do, coffee is set on your desk. You look up to see John. “Thank you,” you tell him. Relief filling you at the thought of caffeine.

“You looked like you could use it,” he smiled at you. Taking a sip you looked up in surprise. The coffee was exactly how you like it. “I- uh - I noticed how you took it yesterday while we were talking.” John rubbed the back of his neck and you nodded.

“We’re ready to give the profile.” Hotch announced over the room to gather everyone’s attention. It didn’t take long for everyone to get ready.

“We believe that the unsub is a young male, in his twenties to thirties,” Hotch started.

“He’ll probably try to inject himself in this investigation if he hasn’t already,” Morgan went next.

Your turn, “Given the places the victims are taken from and the dump sites, the unsub’s comfort zone is in this area,” you gesture to the map, “Meaning he either lives or works somewhere in the area.” The rest of the profile goes smoothly.

After, you take a step outside, needing to clear your head. The door opens and there’s footsteps. You turn to talk to the person. A butt of a gun slams into your head. You feel the shock.

Everything goes black.

***

You come too in a dark place and you can’t make anything out. You can hear a flip get switched and the lights flicker on above you. Squinting against the harsh light, you try to orient yourself. You take inventory. You’re sitting. Killer headache, probably a concussion. There’s something wet on your temple. You go to wipe it away only to discover your hands are bound behind you. Ankles similarly tied but to the legs of the chair.

Trying to fight the panic setting in, you take a deep breath and look around. Knives line the wall in all different sizes. Pictures of the previous victims are hung on the wall with some sort of writing by them.

The unsub walks into the room. He has an old camera with him. It’s flash blinds you. You turn your head away from the flash. When you look back, the unsub’s back is to you and he’s hanging the picture he just took on the wall. He looks familiar. You can’t place him until he turns around.

John.

John with a knife.

John with a knife, and he's coming toward you.

***

“He uses a knife so he’s likely impotent but there’s nothing else that implies this is sexual for him,” Morgan rubs his temples.

“The multiple stab wounds are all done before the kill. So he’s sadistic,” Rossi adds.

JJ enters the room, a worried look on her face. “Y/N isn’t here. I’ve checked with the hotel and they haven’t seen her since we left. She’s not answering her phone.”

“What do you mean she isn’t here?” Rossi asks.

“No one knows where she went,” JJ says.

“Guys,” Reid enters the room, holding up a phone. Your phone.

“She wouldn’t leave with just anyone. Y/N’s careful.” Rossi scrubs his face.

“She probably didn’t go willingly. It’s broken.” Reid tells them, setting the phone on the table.

“I’ll call Hotch,” Morgan stands, leaving the room.

***

Coughs tear through you. Blood dribbles out, dripping onto your already ruined shirt. You turn your head and spit, trying to clear your mouth from the coppery liquid.

“You couldn’t have just said yes? It was just coffee. But no you couldn’t do that could you!” John lets out a deranged laugh. “You’re just like the others. So stuck up you won’t give anyone a chance.” The knife he wields sinks into your abdomen and you bite your lip to keep in the pained gasp. “We could have been happy together. You’d have to give up your job though. This isn’t a line of work for a lady.”

That line. You’d been hearing that line since you joined the BAU. You’re so tired of it. His face is so close. You spit and it lands on his cheek. A strange sense of satisfaction fills you as the bloody saliva trails down his jaw.

John wipes it off, “You’re going to regret that.” His fist hits the side of your head, sending ringing through your skull.

“No,” you cough up more blood. “You’ll regret this. My team will find you and you will pay.”

“Too bad you won’t be alive to see it.”

***

You were barely conscious when they found you. Your breaths are shallow. You don’t know what happened, what went down. All you know is that suddenly, you’re not in that chair anymore. You’re not there, and someone is being loud. Someone is yelling. You try to open your eyes to see who.

“Hotch,” it comes out weak. Barely a whisper. Your hand goes up on its own accord to wipe his tears, leaving a streak of red in its wake. “Why are you crying?” Suddenly your hand falls back to your side and you turn your head.

“Y/N! Hey Y/N! Stay with me!” His hand turns your head to look at him. His hands are so big. He’s warm. So warm. After you had been so cold.

“You’re so handsome, Hotch. So handsome,” it slurred out. Everything goes back once more.

***

The team is waiting anxiously at the hospital. Most of the cuts are shallow but the ones that aren’t caused you to need emergency surgery. They’re bad, more than enough to cause worry.

“She’ll make it. Y/N is strong. She’ll make it,” Emily sounds like she’s trying to convince herself.

Reid has his head in his hands.

Morgan is pacing.

Garcia rushes into the waiting room when she gets there, “How is she?”

“She’s in emergency surgery,” Rossi answers.

She collapses into a nearby chair.

Hours drip by. One after another. Someone convinces Hotch to change, get out of the bloodstained suit. Someone else gets everyone coffee, or a snack. No one touches those.

The more time passes the more everyone gets worried. When the doctor comes out, it’s too soon and not soon enough all at the same time. “She’s stable,” everything they say after is a blur from the relief. “You’re welcome to see her when she wakes up.”

It’s an hour later when a nervous looking nurse comes in the waiting room. “Are you for Y/N L/N?” Everyone stands nodding. “She’s- uh- she’s asking for an Agent Hotchner?”

“That’s me,” Hotch steps forward.

“Follow me. Uh- the rest of you can see her in a little while,” the nurse sent a smile to the rest of the team.

***

The light was bright in the hospital. The doctor was telling you what happened but you didn’t hear any of it.

The door opens and Hotch rushes to your side, “Y/N!” He scans you over, eyes stopping on every bandage.

“Hotch,” your hand covers his to get his attention. “What happened?”

“I- We almost lost you. It was bad. You lost a lot of blood,” he tries to fight back the tears.

“I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. I should have realized-”

“No!” His voice comes out startlingly loud. He makes an effort to soften it. “No. This isn’t your fault. No one blames you.”

You let out a self-deprecating laugh, “Sure. No one blames me. They all just think I’m a liability right?” The word slips out before you can stop it.

Liability. The same one he used before. It felt like a knife to the gut.

“No. No. No. You’re not a liability. It was wrong of me to say that. God, Y/N, you could never be a liability. You’re an amazing agent. You never would have made it if you weren’t. I never should have said that. I was worried. You were with that unsub all by yourself for god knows how long and could have been seriously hurt. It was wrong. I never meant it,” He was rambling. He knew. Hotch could also feel the tears track down his face.

“You mean it?” Your voice comes out small and weak, you fight back your own tears.

Hotch nods rapidly. “Every word. When this happened. I was so scared Y/N. I can’t lose you.” His head falls to the mattress, trying to hide the tears.

You take a deep breath and decide to try your luck. Today has to be a day of defeating odds. “Aaron,” that causes his head to shoot up. It’s your first time calling him by his name. “Aaron, look, I gotta tell you. I can’t just make it through that and keep quiet about this anymore, who knows about the time. Oh boy, I just- ah- I like you Aaron. More than I probably should, given that you’re my boss but it’s true,” you refuse to meet his eyes, scared of what you’d see.

“Y/N,” he pauses, “Y/N look at me,” his voice is gentle, coaxing you to meet his eyes. He smiles despite the tears. “I like you too. I’ve tried to hide it for so long. I did, but I can’t do it anymore.”

You laugh and then grimace from the pain radiating in your chest. You brush off Hotch’s concern. “I’m fine. If we do this though, we have to do it right. Not just getting together because of the high of relief that we both probably feel. Okay?”

“Of course, we’ll take it slow.”

Despite everything, you’re happy right now. On painkillers, and definitely traumatized, but right now, in this moment, you’re happy. It only gets better when the rest of your team, the best friends you have, flood the room. Everyone is high on the relief of survival and all-in-all, it could only be better if you weren’t stuck in the hospital.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Emergency! Part 1

Part 1 – Plane Crash

Summary: Dean and Cas are partners at Fire Station 51’s paramedic squad and are responding to their first of many. A plane crashes into an apartment complex, multiple fire stations respond to put out the fire and rescue any victims trapped. But RN, Y/N Y/L/N, happens to live in the very complex involved in the plane crash. Though unharmed, she commits her time to aid and assist in the victims coming out of the building and the plane. The rescue turns sideways on Dean when a beam drops onto Dean, damaging his oxygen tank, he quickly turns into a victim as he quickly succumbs to smoke inhalation and becomes Y/N’s patient.

Warnings: Mild angst (relationship), slight language, fluff?

Square: Firefighter!AU ( @supernatural-jackles​ Tell me a story Bingo)

Word Count: 1,784

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A/N: DOA = Dead on Arrival. Y/L/N = Your last name. But I hope you guys enjoy!

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She got up at her usual time of 5am to be at the hospital by 6:30am.

Not much of a coffee drinker, she just got her a mug filling up with soda, the soda being her caffeine for the day.

She got into her scrubs, grabbing her nametag, pens and her personal notepad.

Ready to hit the road before traffic begins to pick up on the freeway in Los Angeles, she grabs her wallet, phone and keys she locks up to leave for her day at work as a Registered Nurse at Rampart emergency hospital.

Just as she got to the street to her car, there was a loud noise growing louder. She looked in the direction of the noise to see a plane, crash landing into her own apartment complex.

Ducking beside her car at the impact of the plane she was also thankful for her timing.

Quickly she dials 9-1-1.

Dean got up at his usual time of 4 in the morning to begin his 24-hour shift at the station.

Dean is a paramedic and squad member at station 51.

He pulled his truck into the parking lot, still trying to wake up.

His partner was already there.

“Cas, do you ever sleep man?” Dean asked.

“Slept on the couch again.”

“Are you and Hannah okay?”

“No, we had a big fight again last night. I don’t know what I can do for her anymore.” Cas says, defeated.

“Just end things man, you need sleep, and you need some peace of mind. I got room at my house for a roommate if you need a place.”

“Thanks Dean, but I already had plans of ending things with Hannah, last night was just the nail in the coffin of yet another failed relationship.”

“She failed it man, you did nothing wrong.” Dean encouraged.

“Thanks man.”

Dean offered a kind smile and a pat on Cas’s shoulder.

“Ready for another long shift?” Cas asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, my dad here yet?”

“Yeah, he’s in the office why?”

“Wonder if he got the invite to Sam and Jess’s wedding.”

“Bought damn time that kid popped the question honestly.”

“I know, he and Jess dated for what seemed like forever.”

“You really think they’re still sore at each other, I mean John of all people should know he can’t control what his kids want to do.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, that’s why I was gonna ask if he got it.”

Cas nods.

“I saw you put in for a three-day weekend, what’s going on?”

“Just wanting to take a trip out to the campgrounds outside of town to the family cabin, Dad says the deck could use some work and I was gonna kill two birds with one stone. Camp out and help dad fix up the deck.”

“That sounds cool.”

The fire stations alarm sounded.

“Truck 27, squad 27, engine 47, squad 47, Engine 51, squad 51, structure fire at Purgatory Apartments 1366 south Millard Ave.”

“Lots of trucks and engines responding, must be big.” Cas states. Jumping into action.

“Must be.” Dean says running to the squad truck, jumping into the driver seat, Cas jumping into the passenger.

Dean turned the keys in the ignition, roaring the Ford Truck to life, and turning on the lights and siren. Heading out onto the road, with the firetruck, Engine 51 following behind.

 “This is RN Y/N Y/L/N, I have multiple victims at 1366 Millard Ave. A plane crashed. 3 already DOA, I need help right away.” She says into the phone.

“We���re working on it; we already have multiple firestations responding to your location. Just keep aiding in the victims as best as you can Ms. Y/L/N.” dispatch for 9-1-1 says.

She continued chest compressions on a victim and did 2 rescue breaths. And checked his pulse, still no change.

She sat her phone off of her shoulder and on the ground, so she could focus on reviving the victim.

One more attempt at cpr, she checks his pulse, still no change. Placing his hands over his chest, she says a silent prayer.

“I’m sorry.” She tells the people watching over her as she worked.

“Where is your help?” a lady asked furiously.

“They’re on the way, LA Is a large ass city, and you know how traffic is in this town.” She says.

She was already frustrated with the losses she didn’t need an attitude from anyone.

The sound of wailing sirens in the distance brought relieve to the nurse as she worked tirelessly on the victims.

Engine and squad 27 and 47 being the first on the scene.

“There are people trapped in the buildings, and there were about 45 passengers on this flight. 4 are DOA so far.” Y/N stated to the captain of the two fire stations as they approached her.

“Alright, I’ll send my guys in.” Captain of station 27 stated.

“I’ll let the other stations as they come in to assist.” Captain of station 47 stated.

Another fire engine’s siren wailed as it approached.

The men jumping into action.

“Winchester!” the captain of station 47 shouts as he approached engine 51.

“What do we got?”

“Unknown number of victims trapped in the complex, 45 passengers or so from the plane. 4 of them were DOA. Oh, and she’s a nurse, thought I’d mention that she could help us out.”

“Right,” John Winchester, captain of station 51 agreed.

“Alright guys, we got to work fast, there are people trapped in these two buildings, we need to clear them out. Tran, get the engine ready so we can use the hose. Gabe, and Michael, work on the fire with the other stations, Benny, Raph, and Charlie, aide the paramedics, either from 27, 47 or Dean and Cas, we need to save as many as we can, alright?”

“Yes sir.”

“Get to it.”

Everyone went to where they were instructed to. Dean and Cas got their equipment from their truck and went into one of the buildings, full fire fighter gear.

“Dean!” John called out.

Dean stops, giving John his attention.

“Be safe in there son.”

“I will dad. Don’t worry.” He says, running in.

There were a good handful of people able to move and get to safety on their own, and another handful Dean and Cas had to carry out of the building.

One woman, sprained ankle from trying to escape hastily, as Cas carried her out she nearly flew out of the man’s arms.

“My daughter, she’s in her room!” she cries out.

“I’ll get her, Cas, get her out of here.”

Cas nods, doing as told.

Dean inspected the rooms, finding a seven-year-old girl, hiding beside her bed covered in a wet blanket.

“Hey, I’m Dean, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

The girls nods.

Dean kept a protective arm around her as they exited her room.

A beam creaked, and gave way above Dean, hitting his back.

He heard a loud pop, like a large pop can exploding.

He found it hard to breathe through his oxygen mask.

Taking off his mask and tank he saw rupture in his tank.

“Shit.” He hissed.

His lungs were quickly taken over by the smoke, he started coughing immediately.

He noticed the girl was already gone.

He tried to get up to hurry and save himself but he felt a sharp pain in the back of his leg.

He looked behind him, he saw the beam pinning him down by his leg.

Overcome by the coughing, his world began to turn black.

 Y/N finished placing a splint on the womans ankle when a child ran up to her and the group of firemen.

“Jamie! Baby!” her mother cried out, holding her arms out to her daughter.

“Mommy!” she cried.

“Where’s Dean?” Cas asked.

“A beam fell down and knocked him down. He’s stuck.” She says.

Without another word exchanged Cas took off to the apartment they rescued the woman.

The fire was slowly getting under control and it was easier to see inside the apartments. Cas was able to spot Dean out in the apartment easily.

He laid on his stomach, still and unmoving. Cas can see the beam pinning against Dean’s thigh.

He saw the beam was not supporting much of anything. He ran out, seeing Michael carrying an axe.

“Mikey, I need that!” Cas shouted.

“What’s up?”

“Dean’s stuck.”

Michael ran towards Cas and he saw Dean, inspected the beam. Saw the same as Cas, the beam not being much of importance to the structure, he begins working on breaking the beam in half.

The wood was badly damaged by the fire, he was able to break it in three strong hits.

Once he was free, Cas picked Dean up and carried him out over his shoulder fireman carry style.

Once he reached the nurse, she prepared an area she could work on Dean.

“Is he breathing?”

“He didn’t have his mask on, the tank was damaged.” Cas answered.

“More than likely smoke inhalation, lay him here and I’ll start working on him.

He did as told, laying him flat on his back.

She checked his pulse, and breathing, matching up to the fireman’s statements. And began chest compressions.

After 35 chest compressions she gave 2 rescue breaths. And checked his breathing, he’s breathing but it was shallow.

She placed on an oxygen mask over his mouth.

After ten minutes or so of the mask being on him, he began having a coughing fit as the air returned back to his lungs.

“He’s gonna be okay but we need to get him to the hospital, need to check out that leg.” Y/N said.

The men and women of station 51 nodded, agreeing with the nurse.

 Later that night as she made her rounds, she walked into Dean’s room.

“Good evening Mr. Winchester, how are you feeling today?”

“Sore.”

“That’s expected having a beam pin your leg down, and the smoke inhalation.”

“You saved my life, thank you, Miss….”

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. And it’s no big deal, all part of the job.”

“Right, saving people.”

“The family business.”

“You’re family work here?”

“Yeah, my mom was head nurse at this very hospital, and my dad was a neurologist here. I was basically born and raised here.”

“Nice, my dad’s captain of station 51.”

“Awesome. But other than that, no pain at the moment, you don’t need anything?”

“No, just a number.”

She smirked, with a nod.

Writing on her notepad, her number. She ripped the paper out, handing it to him.

“Call me sometime, Winchester.”

He held the paper, unable to hide the wide grin.

“Definitely will.” He says as she walks out, continuing her shift.

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Are you excited yet? I’m posting as I write this, probably a bad idea, but story of my life. Like what I got so far? Let me know, ask, reblog. Feedback is fuel. :3

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Dean girls:

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[ga-yuu]

~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 1~

I know there are not many who are a fan of Kurama, but I swear he’s an angel. Also WARNING!!! The whole route has sexual content, gore, violence, murder, torture, and also spooky horror scenes involving demons all the way through. Now that I’ve cleared everything, I don’t have to put warnings in every chapter.

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——-PART 1——-

(I’m going to collect the mystical powers that are required to cancel my pact with Tamamo….and I will definitely open my own pharmacy!)

While thinking about my ordinary lovely life, I looked straight with all the courage I could muster.

Yoshino: “Please take care of me, everyone!”

Shigehira:”......You’re already being noisy.”

Yoshino: “So-Sorry.”

Morinaga: “I think it’s nice to be cheerful, right?”

Yoritomo: “After nearly getting killed, I agree. So as a newcomer to the Shogunate, you will be standing at the frontlines of tomorrow’s war.”

Yoshino: “Eh?”

Yoritomo-sama grins and places a hand on my right shoulder.

As soon as I was about to reply to the words in a hurry, Tamamo placed his hand on my left shoulder.

Tamamo: “Don’t underestimate the power of the woman who is bound to me. I’m sure she can take at least the head of an enemy general.”

Morinaga: “Pharmacists are strong these days, aren’t they?”

Yoshino: “No...you’re exaggerating...”

Kagetoki: “If you don’t meet our expectations, you will be flogged, imprisoned and torture, understood?”

Yoshino: “DON’T YOU DARE!”

I panicked and shouted, but----

(Huh? Why are everyone’s shoulders are shaking slightly...)

Yoritomo; “Not a bad reaction.”

Kagetoki: “Yeah, passable.”

Tamamo: “Are those glasses for decoration? We got a perfect reaction, no matter how you look at it.”

Morinaga: “Yeah, she’s so cheerful, honest, and cute. I have no words to say.”

Shigehira: “.....Sorry about that.”🠀(daily victim of these teasing adults)

(What’s with this flow?)

Yoshino: “Did you all just team up just to tease me?”

Yoritomo: “What are you talking about? Well, it’s half of that is true.”

Tamamo: “We were having a bit of fun. Forgive me, Yoshino.”

Yoshino: “How can Tamamo, blend in so easily....?”

(I don’t understand, he’s a newcomer to the Shogunate like me!)

Morinaga: “Aside from Tamamo’s appearance, he doesn’t sound too much like a demon when he’s talking like this.”

Kagetoki: “I’m not sure what it means to be a ‘demon’,”

Shigehira: “If you ask like that, maybe Kurama would be an example of how demons usually act...”

(Oh yeah...)

-----FLASHBACK------

Kurama: “That’s not the point! You’re the one who’s been taking advantage of an ordinary person. Just look at her. As I expected, she’s just a boring little puss.”

------FLASHBACK END-----

A shiver runs down my spine as I remember those red eyes with their out-of-the-world glow.

Yoshino: “I felt like I was looked down upon.”

Tamamo: “Exactly, He’s the most selfish and unreasonable of all the demons. The most annoying part is, he always challenges me because I’m equal to him, in terms of power.”

------Part 2-----

Tamamo: “He’s the most selfish and unreasonable of all the demons. The most annoying part is, he always challenges me because I’m equal to him, in terms of power.”

Yoshino: “He’s that powerful....”

I shiver a little as I feel the night wind grow colder.

(I know the fight is still a long way off and there’s no point dwelling on it now.)

Shigehira: “Why don’t you just go into the palace and get some sleep? Seeing you wander around the palace with dark circles under your eyes is going to be a hassle.”

Yoshino: “Wander...?”

Kagetoki: “As expected of the man who goes to bed early and gets up early, has a different mindset.”

Morinaga: “Yes, they say that sleeping early makes children grow faster.”

Shigehira: “You both, stop making fun of me!”

Yoshino: “Hehe....you all seem to be friendly with each other.”

Yoritomo: “Friendly...well, what can I say...”

Tamamo: “I envy you.”

Shigehira: “Bullshit!” 

-----I’m going to live in the midst of all these personalities tomorrow.

(I don’t know what kind of day it will be.)

(If we’re going to live an unfamiliar life until we’ve achieved our goal, let’s make it a meaningful one.)

.....................................

A few days later-----

Tamamo: “Oh, where are you going, Yoshino?”

Yoshino: “Ah, Tamamo. Good morning.”

Early in the morning, I was walking down the corridor when I bumped into Tamamo.

Yoshino: “I’m thinking of going to the mountains outside of town to pick up some herbs.”

Tamamo: “Herbs? As long as we are under the protection of the Shogunate, I don’t think you need to work hard as pharmacist.”

(It’s true that there’s good food at every meal, the room is too comfortable, and it’s a heavenly life...but....)

Yoshino: “I’m uncomfortable living such a good life even though I haven’t done anything. I won’t use my fox powers until the battle, and I hope I can contribute as a pharmacist first.”

Tamamo: “I see. As the home of the samurai, a pharmacist would be of great value here. Perhaps it’s not such a bad idea to ingratiate yourself with them on a regular basis?”

Yoshino: “No, I didn’t mean to do it that way.”

It is true, however, I hoped it would help him to fit in with the Shogunate.

Tamamo: “But it’s not easy picking herbs, is it? Why don’t I come with you to the mountains?”

Yoshino: “Eh?”

I was delighted by the unexpected offer but...

(Yikes, no matter how you look at it, mountain trails don’t suit Tamamo.)

Yoshino: “Thank you, but I’ll be fine. I’d like to go into town this afternoon. If you don’t mind, will you join me?”

Tamamo: “That’s an excellent suggestion. You can leave the guidance to me.”

------Part 3------

Yoshino: “Thank you, but I’ll be fine. I’d like to go into town this afternoon. If you don’t mind, will you join me?”

Tamamo: “That’s an excellent suggestion. You can leave the guidance to me.”

.............

I parted ways with the happy Tamamo and made my way to the outskirts of town.

Yoshino: “Okay! I wonder if this is enough.”

After gathering the necessary herbs, I take my basket and start walking along the mountain path.

After a while----

(The surroundings are getting foggy...)

(I have to be careful.)

At the same point, the temperature drops, and goosebumps appear on my arms.

Yoshino: “This is the direction I came, right?”

(I don’t know what it was, I can’t be sure of it but I have a bad feeling about it.)

I can feel the hair on the nape of my neck stand.

At that time, sudden anxiety attacks me....

There was a faint sound of wet earth being trodden on.

(eh?)

(Who is there?)

When I looked back, there was no one.

(Maybe it’s just my imagination.)

While convincing myself, I started walking fast.

(I can’t see my feet.)

At that time---

*tap tap tap tap tap tap tap*

Yoshino: “.......!”

I was sure I could hear it and it made my whole body go all hairy.

As I quickened my pace, the sound of footsteps followed behind me.

Yoshino: “.....Who is there?”

Voice: “Hehehehe...”

The sound of laughter coming from behind the fog gives me a strange chill.

Voice: “Who is there? Who is there? Hehehe...”

A voice with the lisp of a young child and the lisp of a grown woman imitated my words.

(What the hell is that.....?)

Voice: “Is there someone? Someone? Hehehehe.....Hehehe....”

Yoshino:” Go away!”

I raise my voice and I feel my legs trembling.

Unable to resist, my feet tangled as I ran and I nearly plowed over the bumps in the ground, obscured by the fog.

Voice: “Go away.....go away.....go away.....? I’m going catch you....”

Yoshino: “Kyaaa!”

I threw the basket at the voice and stood back on my feet and started running.

(Why is this demon....following me?)

I struggled to escape the sound of footsteps and laughter chasing me from behind.

Finally, when I can’t hear the voice anymore, I started breathing normally.

(Looks like I ended up in the deepest part of the mountains.)

Yoshino: “...I hate this. Why did this have to happen to me?”

(What should I do now?)

Rubbing the tears from my eyes, I walked on fearfully not wanting to go back.

Then a faint sound of water can be heard through the mist.

Yoshino: “Is there a river nearby?”

As I stared, I could see a faint spring through the slow-moving mist.

As we walked cautiously, a strong wind blew just ahead of me and it quickly lifted the mist.

(......! Someone’s there.)

-------Part 4------

As we walked cautiously, a strong wind blew just ahead of us and quickly lifted the mist.

(......! Someone’s there.)

This time I approached, squealing with relief at the sight of a definite figure.

Yoshino: “Excuse me! Um....”

------The first thing I saw was a jet-black spread of wings.

Droplets of morning light glisten from their glossy wet feathers.

(No way....)

The eyes of this person whose feet are immersed in the shallows and whose well-built body is generously exposed----

Those unforgettable glowing red eyes.

Kurama: “................”

Yoshino: “Karasu Tengu.....Kurama.”

It’s out of this world beautiful and for a moment my thoughts stopped.

Kurama: “----What an ‘unpleasant surprise.”

(Ah......)

His voice rang with contempt and my breath caught in my throat at the intimidation.

Kurama: “Who gave you the permission to be in my sight?”

(-----I have to run!)

I decided so and started running with my back towards him.

(I’m still wondering about the demon from earlier but there’s no time to get lost in other things!)

Kurama: “Stop right there!”

Yoshino: “Kyaa!”

An invisible blade gouges out the soil underfoot.

(It’s a wind blade!)

With a careless wave of his hand, Kurama let fear take over my movements.

The black feathers just flutter and splash once.

Kurama: “I said it was an unpleasant sight, but I didn’t give you the permission to run away. The only thing you are allowed to do is to answer my questions sincerely, without trembling like a fool.”

(I....must calm down, I have the power of the nine tail fox. But....)

I squeezed my fingertips which were hard as stone.

(I’m scared.)

(My legs are shaking even though I’ve been threatened only once.)

Kurama came out of the water quickly.

I tugged my sleeve in fear while thinking about how to get away from him.

Kurama: “Now.”

Every step he takes brings a cold sweat behind my neck.

My instincts told me that I was in the presence of a superhuman being.

Yoshino: “Ah!”

Kurama: “Little puss, why have you come to this mountain?”

He pulls me close and our breaths touch as he looks at me.

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1. Nothing.(+4/+4)

2. I don’t know.(+4/+4)

3. Please let go.(+4/+4)

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Yoshino: “For nothing....”

I shook my head, which had gone completely blank.

Kurama: “Only a lowly animal will move without a purpose.”

Yoshino: “Argh, I just came to pick some herbs, okay! What are you doing here?”

Kurama: “Don’t you see? I was having a bath.”

Yoshino: ‘Bath?......In the enemy’s territory?”

Kurama: “No matter where I am, I do what I want and whenever I want.”

------Part 5------

Kurama: “No matter where I am, I do what I want and whenever I want.”

(Eeehhhh)

Yoshino: “But you didn’t come here just for a dip....right?”

I asked him fearfully.

Kurama: “Of course, I’m here to see Tamamo.”

Yoshino: “Tamamo...”

Kurama: “I thought I would see how the nine-tail-fox was faring in the Shogunate. Since he’s spending so much time in vain, I might as well give him a light fight. But before I went to see him, I saw this nice spring and stopped by.”

(Going into enemy territory doesn’t seem to be something that makes Kurama nervous at all.)

(I wonder if demons have different senses from humans?)

Kurama scratched his wet hair annoyingly.

Despite this situation, my eyes are drawn to the picture-like gesture.

(What are you thinking? I want to know even if he’s an enemy.)

Yoshino: “Um....were you the one making those strange footsteps and voices? Did you do that to lure me here?”

Kurama: “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

When Kurama was about to continue his words....

Yoshino: “.....! Wait.”

(That sound.)

*Tap*

The familiar sloppy sound of footsteps makes my shoulders quiver

*tap tap tap tap tap*

Kurama: “..................”

(At a time like this......)

Voice: “Found you!....Hehehehe, found you found you!”

Yoshino: “No.....way.....”

The hem of a red kimono and the feet of a pair of sandals loomed mysteriously out from under the mist.

The next moment....

(What the hell!?)

A plume of black smoke came from somewhere, tinting the mist.....

Demon: “Found you! Found you! Found you! Found you! “

Yoshino: “Kyaaa.....”

I can’t breathe properly because of the fear that crawls up from under my feet.

The outline of the huge demon distorted and stretched its arms wide towards us.

(No more.)

Kurama: “Don’t you dare interrupt me!.”

As I opened my eyes in despair, I heard a voice above me, which was the most sullen voice I’ve ever heard.

Demon: “Gyaaaaa!”

Yoshino: “Nghh.....”

The invisible wind blades sliced the limbs of the demon brutally.

The demon collapsed struggled violently on the ground in a black mass.

Kurama: “Crushed like a bug.”

(Why.)

I looked back, ducking my eyes against the strong wind blowing. Kurama pulls a fan from his waist and gives it a big flash.

Kurama: “I won’t allow a fly like you to interrupt me, so be  ready for what’s coming to you.”

Chapter 2

[phoenixyfriend]

I am seized by a fatal need for courtroom ninja drama fic

But not serious courtroom drama. I'm talking Phoenix Wright style Nonsense.

(Some of this was provided by the folks over in @sloaners​‘ server, but the bulk of it was me spitballing nonsense at people who actually know the games, which I do not. I do paraphrase a few times to make it more feasible as a tumblr post/fic concept, rather than a rapidfire text conversation.)

Or one of those like. Reality TV paternity test things? But specifically in my mind the people involved in the actual paternity are a married couple and someone that joined them to be their third, and Clan Elders are throwing a fit about how the baby might not be the heir by blood! while the actual parents are like "I could not care less, this is our child, all three of us, please stop getting involved."

HashiMitoMada would be a VERY good option for the paternity nonsense, mostly because I can see Madara screeching at his own elders about how he already said Izuna would be his heir and he's not changing his mind!

Tobirama is just begging the paternity test to work faster off-screen because he's the only person with the machines to make it happen.

(Hashirama is just. Moping in a corner.)

"I just had to INVENT a paternity test that works before the birth! I had to figure out how to test amniotic fluid! If you assholes make me do something this stupid on such short notice again, I will be digging some shallow graves!" "...for who?" "I haven't decided yet."

Anyway, jumping back to like a Phoenix Wright-style murder investigation.

The victim was Danzo. Even the prosecution isn't actually that interested in making sure someone gets arrested, but they're legally obligated to do at least try. A bunch of people all acting really suspicious about who killed him. There is at least one shitty fake mustache-on-glasses disguise to provide a paper-thin alibi.

WAIT The other thing this gives us is ninjas in three-piece-suits but half of them wear the suits wrong. I’m talking mismatched buttons. The wrong way of tying their tie. Sewn-on-cufflinks. This is Naruto, for instance.

Tobirama would wear it properly, except he's rushing about in a lab coat, screaming at everyone to get out of his way because he's The Entire Forensics Team.

(This is the part where I have to confess that I have only seen the live-action movie of Phoenix Wright, as I don't game, so I just have the live action and tumblr osmosis.)

At this point, of course, we gotta ask: Who is the most Belligerent Witness And who is the Helpful™️ Witness that's super enthusiastic but entirely useless

I can see, say, Mito being a solid witness that both defense and prosecution are really thankful for.

Modern gen you have like... Sasuke and Neji are both incredibly belligerent witnesses. Neji at least is polite about it but pulls the "only answers with the absolute minimum of information."

Lee and Gai would have the over enthusiasm but forget to say actual vital testimony until pressed, and Naruto would love to help but might not be entirely sure what the case even is.

Shikamaru falls asleep when the lawyers consult their partners. Prosecution A consults Prosecution B for thirty-seven seconds, then turns around and the witness is asleep at the stand.

Tobi (as in Obito with mask) is an incredibly frustrating witness. They have to declare a recess just so all the lawyers can recover their blood pressure. "Can we please get someone up on the stand with this guy as a handler? I'm--I'm going to explode."

Gaara: Helpful. Polite. Answers with detail. Answers the spirit of the question as well as the letter. Includes more detail. That's too much detail. Gaara please stop telling us about the sounds that bones make.

His testimony just drags on forever.

Ninken can and will take the stand! Pakkun even enjoys it! Some ninken require translators.

ABURAME TRANSLATING FOR A RANDOM GIANT CENTIPEDE THAT WITNESSED A MURDER IN THE FOREST OF DEATH

There are arguments about whether or not the testimony can count since nobody else can confirm the translation except Other Aburame so how do they know the Aburame aren't part of the coverup.

"Okay, so this Danzo guy had like fifty shell companies but I think I found the route that leads back to him?" "Nah, that one goes to a guy that died eighty years ago that's still collecting pensions: his family lied and said he was still alive for the money." "Fuck!"

Also I just. I love the idea of Sasuke and Madara being the exact opposite kind of belligerent witness.

Also, Orochimaru answers with pretty much the exact kind of wording as Gaara, but where Gaara is trying to be helpful and provide detail for the sake of the case, and failing to see that it's maybe not necessary, Orochimaru just wants to see people squirm. ...similar thing happens with Sakura and Kabuto. Similar phrasing, very different energy.

I keep picturing all of Team Taka as part of Forensics and Evidence Collecting ajshakshjd

Juugo, holding up a rabbit: I found a witness.

Karin joins forensics and Tobirama nearly weeps from joy until he finds her criminal record "Shit, that was supposed to get thrown out when I turned eighteen."

Tobirama: I asked for an assistant, not a criminal. Karin: I'm on parole. Tobirama: That makes things worse. Karin: I know how to use a [concerningly advanced machine that I, a business major, cannot name]. Tobirama: ...never mind, I'm keeping you.

Karin: I know how to DNA sequence AND use LA-ICP-MS Tobirama: [weeps with joy]

Suigetsu would be great at blood splatter analysis. ...I think I read somewhere that blood spatter analysis is actually over in 'fake science that's pushed by cops and media but actually doesn't work' BUT apparently it’s in the Ace Attorney games so we’re going to ignore reality a bit. We’ve already got dogs and rabbits and centipedes as witnesses, what’s a bit of blood spatter?

He's also probably really good at cause of death stuff? Like looking at corpse and figuring out how long it took the victim to die, which blow did it, whether any damage was inflicted post-mortem, etc.

Sasuke is usually too busy playing Belligerent Witness but sometimes goes to join Taka for... uh... reasons.

Juugo: [takes the stand] Lawyer: Hey, uh, why's that Uchiha guy with him? The witness-- Judge: No, no, we need Uchiha Sasuke on hand when questioning Expert Animal Handler Juugo. Lawyer: ...why? Judge: Property damage.

(Sasuke as a work partner with Juugo, also moonlighting as a witness/suspect in Danzo's murder.)

One time they need Juugo but can't find him even though court is already in session and he said he'd be here, turns out he was lured away by Kakashi's army of dogs. Kakashi didn't notice until he turned to ask Pakkun if he could help find the missing expert.

Juugo is a decent lab assistant, I think?

Anyway.

Tobirama taking on Team Taka as his forensics team while Orochimaru is... hm... traveling the country to promote his new autobiography, which is outselling the newest Icha Icha to Jiraiya's ire.

Sloane suggested “a case where it's all the Sannin as suspects in a murder. They would be THE WORST, say... the murder of Hanzo.”

To which I suggested “The Sannin are all suspects but the people on trial are the Ame trio, maybe?”

Which garnered the response of “It could be a surprise upset IN COURT that the trio should be on trial.”

We love a court upset.

Suigetsu finds out that the cause of death was actually an entirely natural heart attack, but while he was determining this, the rest of the team and the lawyers found like eight conspiracies by Zetsu, three by Danzo, four by Orochimaru, and an entire network of nonsense by Sasori.

INO IS THE PSYCHIC. I know her thing in canon is reading minds but pls. Ino is Maya. The Spirit Medium.

Is the judge: 1. Hiruzen 2. Hashirama 3. Hagoromo 4. Mifune 5. The Daimyou

(Old dude with authority, optionally easily distracted/questionably competent. I'd have gone for impressive facial hair but only Mifune and Hagoromo have more than like... Hiruzen's weird soul patch.)

It's not a soul patch but I don't know what facial hair is called and I can't just call it a goat beard

Response commentary was as follows: The Daimyou would unfortunately be closer to the personality of the ace attorney judge, more blindly agreeing with things that sound good :joy: Hiruzen could be fun if only for the competing facial hair for a beard, yes xD Hagoromo would possibly be most buckwild tho WELCOME TO MOON COURT

I managed to get this far with like... NO idea who the judges were except “IDK maybe Kakashi?” but consider:

...HashiMada rival lawyers

Dropping over to Izuna vs. Touka for when Hashirama and Madara inevitably become suspects of something or other themselves and have to be witnesses.

(Tobirama's too busy running blood tests, Anija, let Touka handle it, she's better at people anyway.)

...Hashirama is like. Marginally more put-together than Madara, right? So that... makes him Edgeworth... somehow... That feels wrong but Madara as Edgeworth feels even more wrong.

Madara is very into screaming OBJECTION

ALSO consider: Friction when a doctor from a nearby hospital gets called in to provide expert testimony on something because Karin is like "no hey I should be the one doing this" and then she sees how cute Sakura is.

But also at some point Kakashi vs. Gai for a nonsense case. Their personalities are both VERY FUN for this sort of thing.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Hi, how are you sweetheart?

I was wondering if I could request a dean x reader one shot where she gets injured on a hunt and hides it from dean because they had a small fight earlier but then she collapses and he's freaking out and panicking?? Thank you!! I can't wait to read more from you

Hey, I’m doing great, thank for asking. And thanks for asking for this. It was honestly a lot of fun to write. Thank you once again. 

Dean Winchester: Panic (Request) 

Word Count: 2.3k 

“Oh shit!” I said clutching onto my ribs. Dean turned around eyeing me down. “What’s wrong, Y/n?” Dean asked me. “Nothing, just thought of something. Something that we could have done differently.” I spoke.  

It was hard to even talk to Dean. This idea that we’d be able to stay around each other. Ya, see we had a small tiny fight. At least that’s what I'd call it. Dean on the other hand would call it a huge mistake on my part. “Dean, let it go. I said I was sorry.” I spoke. “Well fuck your sorry. It doesn’t make up for the fact, that I told you to stay behind. Not even listen to simple instruction.” Dean said  

Now here Dean and I stood, at the start of another fight for our lives. Dean and I were trying to hunt down this ghost. She’d had been terrorizing young couples. Something about how her husband had left her for another women, a younger woman.  

When we finally got into town our heated argument, had somewhat simmered down. The aggravation of having to go on a hunt with Dean was already enough. Not to mention the extreme tension between the two of us.  

Parking, Dean got out of the Impala ending for the front desk building. His door slamming behind him, “Stay here and get your bags from the back.” He said walking off. “Sure, will asshole” I whispered more to myself than to Dean.  

A few minute later Dean came walking back to the Impala, throwing me a side glance before grabbing his own bag from the back. “Here’s a key to motel room.”  He said as we walked to the motel room door.  

Something about staying in a motel was natural, and at the same time incredible disgusting. Dean unlocked the door, walking in front of me. He set his bag down on the table and I placed mine on the second twin sized bed.  

“I’m going out to the bar.” Dean said rushing out before I had even sat down. “See Ya, Dean” I said as the motel door slammed against its frame. “I guess I’ll just do the damn research by myself then.” I said to myself.  

I pulled my laptop out and dragged myself to the table. I picked up Dean bag and tossed it to the floor. Getting to work, I tried to find any connection between the people that had died and the ghost. A simple salt and burn situation.  

Finding out where this Winiferd was an older woman and her husband had left her for a younger woman. Winiferd had died of heart break, so she was causing the same thing in her victims. Both of them having their hearts implode.  

So much anger, and all we had to do was burn her and we’d be done. Get home and away from each other. Writing down all the really important information, I had found where her ex-husband was living, and then her final place of resting.  

Finally, being done with most of research, Dean came tumbling through the door. With a red head chick on his side, they were laughing and nibbling at each other. Her hands grabbing at his cloths. “Um, Excuse me Dean.” I said tired of watching this horrible scene.  

“DEAN.” I yelled finally catching both his and the chick's attention. “What do you want? Y/n?” He asked. I got up from the table, and looked over at the girl. “You need to go. Have a nice night.” I said pushing her out the door locking it before she could get back in.  

“What the fuck Y/n!” Dean said walking over to the twin sized mattress. “I... Dean. We are on a hunt. You wanna go have fun with chick then you should have stayed home. But let’s at least try to be adult and do our fucking job.” I said walking over to my laptop.  

“Whatever you say, Y/n” Dean said before kicking off his boots, and laying down in the bed. Within seconds Dean was out, like nothing of what I had said really made its way into his brain. The next morning was hard, Dean’s hangover, and my urge to slap him across the face.  

“We need...” I went to say before Dean interrupted me “Quiet, you’re so loud.” “You’ve got ten minutes to get ready we need to finish this case.” I said slamming the bathroom. I pulled out my more FBI looking clothing and got dressed. I was hoping that when I walked out of the bathroom Dean would be at least half-way dressed in his suit.  

My heels clicking on the titled floor. Dean turned and looked at me. His suit was on, so goal one was done. I grabbed my notebook and walked out with Dean hot on my tail. ‘Dean, we need to go to this address.” I said handing him the paper.  

“Okay Y/n” He said, turning the engine on. And pulling out of the parking spot. The drive was quiet, the radio’s volume low. “Why’d you push that chick out last night?” Dean asked me.  

Barely taking his attention off the road. “Do you honestly want that answer?” I asked him. ” Don’t answer a question with another question. And yes, I'd like the answer.” Dean said his knuckles going a little white around the steering wheel. I looked up at him and said “Because you were being a dick to me. I was just being a cockblock.”  

‘Sure, that’s fine. He doesn’t need to know that every time he talks to another chick, or they quaking over him. That a string of jealousy comes ringing through my body.’ He didn’t say anything back, no quick retore, no ‘cockblock my ass I think not’ nothing it was odd, but I didn’t read much into it after that.  

“Y/n? Earth to Y/n.” Dean said bringing me out of my sad thought. “Huh?” I spoke. Looking back over at him. “We are here. What ‘s your plan?” Dean said, turning off the engine. “That we are here looking into the recent killings of those few couples. See what his reaction is, and see if he knows any of them.” I said opening my passenger door.

This interrogation went pretty smoothly, Dean let me do most of the talking. Seeing as he was still heavily hung over. “Thank you, sir for your time. Have a good rest of your day.” I said the Winiferd’s ex-husband.  

“So, tell me more about this Winiferd ghost lady we’ve got on our hands Y/n.” Dean said as he back-out of the man driveway. “So unlike Winiferd's ex forgot to mention was that he was cheating while married to her. They hadn’t just gotten a divorce for no reason. And he was cheating no less a younger version of her pretty much.” I said looking down at my phone.

“Okay, cool. Where is she buried?” Dean asked me. “Not that far from the motel we are staying at.” I answered it was odd, the way he had almost forgotten our small fight from last night. Knowing better then to push it I changed the subject quickly “How about we get some dinner food, and late we can go do this salt and burn, Go home afterwards.” I said looking over at Dean to see if I could read his facial expressions.  

“Mention of food that’s definitely a yes from me.” Dean said, pushing a little harder on the gas pedal. Another spot that wasn't that far from the motel. Rolling into another parking spot, Dean jumped out of the Impala the mention of food was enough to throw the hangover out the window.  

Sitting down in the booth that Dean had gotten. The waitress came over, asking for our orders. Her eyes lingering on Dean broad shoulders and of course Dean had on his signature smirk. Winking at her before she left the table.  

Dean and I talked about our plan for the salt and burn. Why I don’t know, but the thought of him flirting with that damn waitress was hard to shallow. Of course, once I had gotten over it, here she came with Dean and I plates of food. Her gaze fixed on Dean yet again. She placed my plate down pretty much throwing it on to the table, and lightly placed Dean’s down.  

Her hand lingering on his plate, trying to graze her hand over him. “Thank you... Sarah.” I said forcing the high tension to break. Dean had pretty much eaten all of his food before I had even gotten a few good bites in.  

“Dean, do you want some pie?” I asked as I pushed my plate to the side, “What type of question is that? Of course, I want pie.” Leaving the booth for only a few minutes I asking an older lady for few slices of the apple pie that they had on display.  

When I came back to the table that Sarah was hunched over, her tits pretty much shoved in his face. Going to touch his face. “Babe, I got your pie.” I said plopping down to the booth cushion. Dean gave me an odd look only for a second before noticing the pie in front of me.  

“Let’s go and eat this at home.” I said, and Dean followed me out the door. Dean throw a twenty bill on the table for the bill. “Thanks, the Sarah girl was pushing hard.” Dean said when we got into the car. “We can bring the pie to the motel and change and got do that whole salt and burn thing.” Dean said driving back to the motel.  

We quickly changed into more comfortable clothing. I was wearing a stolen flannel that was probably Deans, a pair of dark blue jean, and my more comfortable boots. Dean had sported a dark flannel, light washed jeans, and his boots. Jumping back into the impala, I directed him to the cemetery.  

Getting out of the car, I had got a bad feeling. The feeling like we were being watched. Dean grabbed the necessary things out of the back of the impala and we walked until we found her cemetery. “Dean.” I said nudging his arm “What Y/n?” “I have a bad feeling.” I said staying closer to Dean than usual.  

I stood there as Dean dug her grave, Dean handed me the flashlight “You man the flashlight, Y/n.” He said grabbing my wrist and pointing it in the direction he needed. After what seemed like an hour, Dean had finally reached her casket. “Nice okay. Give me a hand.” He said I reached down and he grabbed onto my hand.

“Dean, do you feel like someone is watching us?" I asked when he made it up to the surface. “No, I don’t why do you?” He asked, “Honestly Dean I don’t know. I'm starting to freak out here dean.” I said the anxiety getting to me.  

Dean por the rest of the gasoline on the open casket and went to get a match when a hard force throws me up against a nearby tree. “Dean, can you hurr..” I said before the Winifred showed herself. Her hands came closer to my chest. “De... Please.” I said the last rush of air falling of my lungs.  

Her hands were around my heart and then just has fast as she had appeared she was lit up in a thin line of fire. My heart beating a little bit stronger, and a strong ping of pain rang through my body. My body rushed down to the ground and Dean ran over.  

His hands rushing to my face “Y/n are you okay?” He asked concern washing over his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.” As I got up, I winched “Oh shit” said clutching onto my ribs. Dean turned around eyeing me down. “What’s wrong, Y/n?” Dean asked me. “Nothing, just thought of something. Something that we could have done differently.” I spoke.

As we walked to the car, it got worse. My vision falling dizzy. Everything around me looked like it was spinning. Before I could make it to the impala my vision went black, and I was out.  

Deans POV:  

I turned around for a second, to put the things in the back. And there Y/n was walking pretty okay, before and now she’s on the floor. Eye’s closed and clutching her ribs. “Y/n!” I said rushing over to her. “Y/n. Are you okay?” I said as I lifted her head off the ground. “Y/n... Oh shit. She told me that she was okay.” Well, it’s not like she can predicate that she’ll fall down and blackout. I need to call Sam.  

He’ll know what I have to do, I think. I pulled my phone out and rang for Sam. After a few rings Sam picked up “Sammy I need your help!”  I said the words sort of rushing out of my mouth. “Dean... Dean I need you to slow down. What’s going on?” Sam asked me.  

“Sam, we had finished the hunt and then all the sudden Y/n just collapsed and now she isn’t waking up. She’s breathing but her eyes are closed. Sam what do I do? Sammy we... I need your help.” I said my panic starting to get the best of me.  

“Dean, just breathe. And listen to me. I’ll speak slowly.” Sam said trying to explain how I should get her in the impala. “Be careful and make sure not to knock her head on the car, have her head higher than the rest of her body. Also grab a blanket from the back and drape that over her. And then get home as quickly as possible.” Sam said.  

“Don’t forget the motel either. Grab her stuff along with yours. Then come home. I get a better feel for how she is when you are home.” Sam said. “Sam, I’m freaking out here. I’ve been such a dick to her. And she takes it. I don’t want... I don’t want that to be the...” “Dean Stop and do what I said. Stop thinking like that.” Sam interrupted me.  

I turned around in the impala and looked over at Y/n. “I’ve got you kid.” I said.  

Completed: 02/20/2021

[octania]

YANDERE Obi Akitaru x Reader/ Joseph Vulcan x Reader (NSFW)

Word count: 2.8 k

Warnings: yandere,smut,NSFW, abuse, manipulation, possessive behavior, toys, underwear theft, stalking.

Short description: How would yandere Vulcan and Obi treat you.

Joseph Vulcan x Reader

You would never suspect his warm smile and big green eyes that almost radiate with kindness, that behind that welcoming and friendly posture lays a dark beast that decided to stick his claws into you.

He would not make a direct approach, he would let you come to him. It would not take you long to notice a fine built tattooed man that is so crafty with his hands, edgy with his style, specially the skull mask, but yet so polite and well mannered when you talked to him. He even loved animals. What could be a better sign of a soft and cuddly bear than that?

There was no surprise in the fact you two started dating shortly after you met, and everything was going so smoothly, it even had a fairy tale touch. He took you for a nice romantic walks, make you laugh, was a good listener, brought you flowers…. got you gifts.

The most cutest gift he gave you was the necklace that he made himself. A white choker made from thin strings with a cutest little head of a pink bunny in the middle, because that was his favorite nickname for you. His little bunny.

When he put it on you, it seemed a bit too tight and the strings got some strange feeling like they were from some kind of rubber but you did not pay it no mind, you were too melted by the fact he made this for you. When you turned to show him how it fits you, his expression was strange, like he relaxed somehow, got a sense of relief. You thought it was because he was worried will you like it and will it fit you, so you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to show your gratitude. Sadly, you will not be thankful for long…

You were just having a normal conversation with your friend that came to visit you at your station. He was not even planning to see you, but he was near the base and thought it would be nice to say hi. You talked in the lobby for a few minutes when suddenly a quick feeling of pain spread around your neck and shoulders, making you almost jump from shock. Not even realizing what happened and after your friend asked you what is wrong you had no good answer, you brushed it off. But it was not long after your muscles clenched and started aching like sharp needles were sinking right into them. The unpleasant feeling lasted a couple of seconds, making you tense as it traveled all the way to your collar bones and spine. When it finally stopped and you let out a sharp whine, you realized the spiking irritation was concentrated mostly around your neck. More precisely, under your necklace. You excused yourself, leaving the lobby fast, going around the corner in the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror, trying to get the damn thing off. Your hands were more sweaty and shaky with every passing second that you failed to get the necklace off. As you were messing with it, you noticed a red mark under it, like you got burned. In panic, you started pulling, trying desperately to break it as your eyes got watery with tears. 

“I made that for you bunny…why would you do such a heartless thing and try to break my gift?”- two emerald eyed emerged behind you, staring from behind the door of the bathroom in your reflection in the mirror.

Scared, you turned, pulling the necklace up to show him the red marks. “Vulcan! It burned me! I don’t know what happened! Something is wrong! Please, help me take it off!”- innocent and clueless as you were, you pleaded to your boyfriend for help, but his expression just got more sinister, as he pushed the door and they closed with a loud bang. Slowly, he walked towards you, his eyebrows narrowed, eyes dark and threatening like a raging sea in the storm. You shivered, as he leaned in, trapping you between the sink and his wall of flesh. “V-vul..Vulcan?”- you stuttered, just to be shattered by his cruel answer.

“Yes…something is wrong..but I am here to make it right, and if you take your necklace off I won’t be able to do that. You need to learn how to behave, bunny.”- he spoke in a shallow tone, pulling your small hand off the necklace, just to place his on it. His hand was so big compared to your small neck, he almost managed to wrap his whole palm around it, pressing the thing even more on your skin.

“Why would you talk to another guy? Am I not enough for you bunny?”- your eyes widen in shock, as a low sound of you trying to answer almost escaped your lips, but the sharp and painful electric shock again made your muscles clench. This one made you bent down, trembling under the grip of electricity coming from the collar. When it stopped, the skin under the thing was now sore and it burned like someone pressed a fiery brand on it.

Tears strolled down your face while you were paralyzed by fear. He knelt in front of you, cupping your face between his wide palms.

“No, no, no..shhh bunny, it is ok, this is for your own good.”- he removed the strains of hair from your face, squeezing your cheeks to force you to look at him. “I will train you, show you how to be good to me, don’t worry. I love you, I just want us to be happy.”- he started petting your head, pushing his left hand in his pocket and pulling something out. A small remote with two buttons. “I don’t want to shock you again with this my bunny, so please be good.”- he smiled lovingly, kissing your wet cheek that was glistering from tears.

With time it only got worse. You needed to drop all the male contacts you had, and you still would deserve a shock or two when you would even talk to the captain. You kept your answers short, hiding the pain and despair.

Even the giggling of your female friends while you all were talking got him thinking all kinds of things. Surely you were talking about some guys. It got him on the edge, furry rising in his chest like a tide. They could not be trusted. You could not be trusted when you are alone with them. So, he made you another gift.

You screamed and cried as he showed you the thing he had wrapped in a red box with a white bow. You could sense it was wrong, not wanting to come near it let alone wear it. It is sad that you even thought you had a choice.

He pulled the gift from the box. Panties. Pink panties made from the similar material as your collar. You tried to run out from the room, to escape this, but he gabbed you by the waist, picking you up and throwing you on the bed. He grabbed your wrists with one hand, while he reached under your skirt for your panties. He tore the material in a second, exposing your intimate parts to him, just so slide the new pair of panties on you. You violently wiggled, trying to break from his grip and pull the thing off, but a familiar burn around your neck made you calm down. You started sobbing, begging him to stop, but he ignored your pleads, petting your tights with his hand. “If you will be good, nothing will happen, I promise bunny.”- he pushed his hand up, softly stroking your clothed pussy. “I would never harm you, I am helping you.”- he pinched your clit softly as you cried out. “This is mine, I just need you to remember that.”

And he did made you remember. Every time you went out with your friends, you tried to stay away from every male person around, but unfortunately, even if that was not hard enough, because even ordering a drink from a male waiter was a punishable crime in his eyes, every time one of your friends mentioned some dude you would pay the price. A sharp vibrating sensation coming from your panties made your legs shake. You tensed every muscle in your body, trying to remain calm and still, but the vibrations only got worse. There was no point of you even trying to get up and try to reach the bathroom, your legs were too weak. Shaky material irritated your clit, making it over stimulated, almost making you cum, but before you could, it stopped, leaving you hot and bothered, tortured like a sex slave deprived from a sweet release. A beeping sound came from your mobile. A message, from him.

“Does talking about other man makes you wet? Is this what you would like for them to do to you? Would you bunny? – another wave of vibrations, almost making you moan from pain and the pleasure in the same time, just to be even more degraded by the slight shock on your collar. Only God knows how you managed to stay quiet.

“Are you imagining how they are licking your cunt now? Does these vibrations get you going like they would?”- he would not stop for the whole night until you return home.  You could not walk home, your friends needed to carry you, as you lied you are not feeling well. Your pussy swollen from the constant irritation and not even one orgasm, just so he can fuck it after he carries you to the bed, making you almost faint from the over stimulation and exhaustion.

Obi Akitaru x Reader

A well respected and compassionate captain, with a kind of body that is only seen on ancient Rome sculptures, got his eyes on you. What could possibly go wrong when the man has such long list of good deeds behind him? That pleasant caramel colored eyes could not possible be stained with mad obsessions and perverted desires.

No one would suspect Obi when the victims of cruel and brutal beatings started to pop up on the news every other day. Men’s teeth being smash beyond repair, countless broken bones, skin painted with gruesome bruises…and dead silence about the one who did it. Not even one of the victims dared to speak his name, he made sure they know that even worse things would happen to them if they did. After all, they did deserve what happened to them. They dared to look at you, approach you and speak to you.

When it came to you, he believed in the saying- “Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.” . You could not possibly understand how deeply he cared for you, you needed to be protected. This world was cruel, too raw for a delicate and pure creature like you, and he swore nothing will harm his precious flower.

Being able to protect in that way requires being able to see you at every moment. He would install cameras in the base, explaining how it is for the safety of the whole team, but the only one being monitored was you. He would have an app on his phone where he could see everything that happens on the cameras, at any time. Oh, and how he loved seeing you doing your daily chores and just living your normal everyday life.Seeing you cook and clean made him have fantasies that you two are married, how you are just working around the house, waiting for your husband to get home. His eyes were glued on you figure as you chopped the vegetables, imagining how he is behind you, kissing your neck and gently holding your hips. He closed his eyes and inhaled, getting agitated on the fact that he could not smell the thing he wanted. He needed your scent in his nostrils while he was lost in his fantasies.

First he thought a simple shirt would be enough, just something of yours that he can have in his hands, smell when he wanted. But sneaking into your room at night to collect the desirable thing quickly resulted in him lifting his appetite on the next level.

Gazing upon your sleeping face, wearing nothing but a big t-shirt that looked like a oversized dress made him wonder what is under it. He bit his lip on the thought of lifting the t-shirt, feeding on the sight of your perfect body, the body that belongs to him, and will be touched only by him. But he did not want to do it while you were not aware, he wanted that moment to be shared, so he can look at your eyes while he fills your pussy with his cock, so he can hear you calling his name while he satisfies your every need.

The blood flowed in the lowers parts of his body, making his dick hard, lifting the material under his jeans. He pushed the hand down, giving it a few strokes over the jeans, staring at your tights. An idea crossed his mind. There is a way he can fulfill his quest and his perverse need.

Quietly approaching you, he leaned on you, carefully pushing his hand under your t-shirt. Your tender skin under his rough palms made him almost lose it, grabbing your legs violently, spreading them and placing himself between, so he can enter you then and there. But he managed to restrain himself, finally finding the thing he was looking for. He cautiously pulled your panties down, sliding them off your legs, getting on his feet and leaving the room in a hurry.

This piece of clothing became his favorite thing in the world. He could still feel how warm there were in that moment when he took them off, how the material was soft like your skin was. Finally, he can have his fantasy fully. He brought his hand to his nose, inhaling deeply, gathering every possible scent off that thin fabric. A sweet fruity smell of your shampoo made him wonder would your pussy taste like strawberries under his tongue. How he would enjoy licking your juices like it was an icing from a cake, resulting in the most delicious thing he ever tasted. A moist feeling on his nose made him realize that there is something more of you on that material. He lowered his hand, letting the moonlight from his window fall on the material. A small wet stain in the center of the panties. You were wet.

His heart started beating from excitement, making it almost impossible to think straight anymore, as his dick was now painfully swollen and demanding a sweet release.

A red spot appeared under your desk. A light from the hidden camera he had installed along with the others, but this one was special, and it was the first time he used it.His strong chest going up and down in waves as he stared at your naked butt. When he left you half naked, you turned in your sleep, lifting the shirt enough to expose your ass and pussy. Laying on your belly, you spread your legs, finding the most comfy way to continue your slumber, while unaware that someone is more than enjoying the view.

His strong hand tensed, as his biceps popped out, while he was gripping on his huge cock, stroking it fast. Your panties in his hand in the same time, trying to get your juices on his smooth skin. His eyes glued on your pussy, imaging how soft and wet it would be, how tight it would feel around his fat cock. His pumps became shallow, more intense, as he was zooming the camera as much as possible. He ended up cumming on the screen, lost in the fantasy that it was actually your skin.

The more his obsession grew, the more shameless he became. He would hack your social media profiles, erasing and blocking your guy friends one by one, doing so patiently so you would not notice. Same went for your contacts on your phone. All the numbers you had from your male friends got erased. He needed only a moment, when you were going to make some coffee for the team or eating lunch, leaving the phone on your work desk. He felt no remorse, after all, the only man you need is right there, watching your every step.  

[everything-laito]

What do you think is laitos true personality underneath that perverted facade?

Hello anon! Thank ya kindly for giving me stuff to analyze!! 

After analyzing this man and paying utmost attention to him for years now, I do believe I have an idea. I mean, we’ve most likely witnessed his true personality. Full rant under the cut!

More Blood was really the definer of the deeper layers of Laito’s personality. Yes, HDB had a lot of character development for Laito, but we really didn’t know from any game context about the fact that it was a facade; it was more just a feeling like “hmm this guy’s a bit different” and Yui’s own comment about how she finds Laito suspicious right after the prologue. 

Daisuke Hirakawa, Laito’s voice actor, did an interview about HDB a while back. I have yet to re-find this interview; I read it maybe 3 years ago. But, he was saying how even Laito’s official bio in HDB had double meanings and lies to it. I have yet to find those specifically, but I would love to in the future. (If anyone knows of that interview, please send it to me or tag me!)

Like I said in my HDB Laito vs More Blood Laito analysis, I was saying how More Blood opened doors in Laito’s character. Laito hasn’t felt his own character so attacked that he couldn’t even keep up the ~playful pervert~ personality. Also in More Blood, Laito got mad at Shuu when Shuu called him a wannabe pervert. And we all know Shuu can be pretty perverted as well, but pretty legitimately. Laito definitely forces it because he wants you to believe he truly is. It’s part of his “character” he builds in order to manipulate his victims. 

I also believe Laito has gone through the certain sexual trauma aftermath called “hypersexuality,” which is the reason for his perverted facade. I won’t get too much into this because I’d love to talk about it in another post, considering it’s a heavier topic. I don’t wanna get too derailed from this, haha.

Basically, in More Blood, he was incredibly disheveled and pained. He wasn’t able to keep composure, although we desperately see him try to do that on multiple occasions in the game. I don’t think his pained and manic personality is his true one, but I do believe that his personality would be more depressive, as well as soft-mannered. Remember, Laito likes to run away from his problems and keep his true feelings locked inside. 

This is why Para-Selene was such a huge milestone of development for him. I analyzed this a while back, and I do think you should listen to the Para-Selene CD too for this exposure. Him in that last track was just him admitting how much he was suffering and how much he wanted to be accepted. He said he wanted to be forgiven and accepted in his QED song too. He’s suffering, he needs help! Which is why whenever he breaks down in any CD or game my heart fuckin DIES! Like god, implied by Ecstasy 09 in More Blood, he hasn’t cried in years. 

Reiji: Oh… …Are you crying? Laito: Eh, this… …is what you call tears? Reiji: The water that flows from the eyes are tears. Laito: Why am I crying for? Reiji: … … Are you happy or sad, it can be either. Laito: I’m… … Reiji: Well, please leave quickly and carry the corpse out with you. Laito: It’s cold… …I’m shedding so many tears, why are they coming out so fast… …

As much as I didn’t like his More Blood route compared to his HDB route, I love his Ecstasy chapter so much. 

So I’ve narrowed it down and observed that his true personality is more depressive (as of now; with him not being helped) and I know I said he’s more soft mannered. He felt really genuine and more personable in his Para-Selene CD. I know there’s other instances where he’s like that too, I currently can’t think of any. But I believe under all those layers, he’s just a sad boi looking for some genuine, emotional connections and healing. I believe most of the diaboys are like that to an extent, especially the Sakamakis, considering they’ve been living in this house with each other and pretty much don’t get along. Although, I do believe Laito genuinely wants to get along with his brothers and I think he genuinely likes them. However, this is for another analysis haha! 

Although, I do not believe that he’s perverted only when he has his facade. I mean, he gets turned on by this stuff right? He just exuberantly accentuates that whole aspect, which is the Laito we see usually. So in his Para-Selene CD, he mentioned how he wanted to make out with the listener on the couch; which isn’t a perverted comment but it’s definitely sexually and romantically charged. So I do believe there is a hint of truth within his perverted facade. 

Although, for some things, he had to convince himself that he liked certain actions, like the things Cordelia did to him. And when she had sex in front of him with Richter. Etc, etc. So I do think some of the sexual activities he does in the games are either:

Used for manipulation to maintain and receive control over his victims

Prove himself to his brothers that he’s a pervert and fuckin weird

Convince himself that he’s a shallow pervert 

And as a tangent outcome and motivation, he genuinely enjoys it

When people develop hard facades as a coping mechanism such as Laito, they genuinely believe that they are the character or variant of themselves they created. And although that is technically true, their facade doesn’t completely align with what they truly feel. But Laito doesn’t want to truly feel his actual emotions, so he puts up that wall. He hates vulnerability, so that is why I believe his true personality is more soft and dismal, with a hint of playfulness (and horniness; when he’s not actually depressed haha). 

Hopefully I was able to fully answer this, anon! I was sick this week so I wasn’t able to do these analyses how I usually do, so hopefully your curiosity has been satiated!

If anyone would like to add as usual, please feel free to do so, I might myself if more things pop in my head.

Hope you all are staying safe! See ya next week with an analysis!

-Corn

[rosesnink]

Plan B, Chapter 2: A Mother’s Sins

Author’s Notes

*English is not my first language, so please forgive me any typos and/or grammar mistakes 

*All the characters minus my OC Samantha belong to Pixelberry Studios 

*If this is your first time stumbling upon my work and are interested in this au, please check out Plan B’s masterlist with previous works and my general masterlist! 

Summary: Two months after the happenings of the announcement, Sam and Ernest find out the sex of their baby and memories about Sam’s childhood flood back. 

Word Count: 3620 

Seven years ago 

Samantha sat beside her gravely ill mother, pale-looking and weak at the fancy hospital. She was holding her hand while she looked pensively at the ceiling, her graze lost. Samantha sighed, trying to get her attention. 

"Is something the matter, mother?"

After a silent minute, her mother Mary looked at her and stroked her cheek "My dearest Sam, my beautiful baby girl. You are my greatest gift in this world, alongside your brother Harry and your adoptive brother Edmund. You three had been my anchor and reason of happiness, but we must embrace the truth." 

"Mother—."

"I am dying, Samantha. And there is nothing we can do about it. But I can help you so you don't end up like me. I've already unburdened my heart to your brother Harry and Edmund, now I must do so with you." 

"Mother, what is the meaning of this?"

"Sammy, I loved your father, truly. But during almost 46 years, his sense of duty was between us, even when I got pregnant with you. We loved each other, but between Edgewater and me, Edgewater came first. I felt so lonely, surrounded by nobles who didn't want me here and weren't certainly welcome. I fear I brought shame onto this family, but you, my girl, you will be our salvation. I know it's too much to ask, but marry someone who you think can make you happy and with a suitable rank. It is the only way." 

"Mother that is… a bit old-fashioned." 

"I know, but think about it. But before that, make me the happiest of women and get that medical degree so at least you've got a living if anything goes wrong." 

"I—I will consider your words, Mother." She kissed her hands. 

"One more thing. Never marry a man who doesn't know who he is or what he wants in his life. Because, even with all the money and power in the world, it will be a shallow, sad life, even if you do love him." 

"I promise I will follow your counsel, mother." 

She kissed her hand "I know you will."

Samantha woke up, that dream feeling too real. She sighed as she remembered well her mother's last days before she left them. Even when she was dying and Henrietta was trying to impress her father, she never went after her or tried to demonize her or poor Edmund. It was her who encouraged Vincent to move on from her. She didn't know the whole story, but she knew that Henrietta and Vincent had an understanding. What the understanding was, she didn't know.

She looked at the clock: it was four in the morning, an hour before she was due to wake up uni day. 

After not going for weeks, she decided that it was time for her to go and talk to the principal and her counselor: one of the many emails she had were from them, after all. 

She got a hot shower, brushed her teeth, put on some soft makeup and comfortable clothes, and got something light to eat before messaging her classmates that she was on her way to uni. 

"Ah, Miss Foredale, at long last we get a sight of you! Please, take a seat."

Principal Gray invited, a warm smile on her face "Your father called me, saying that you were sick, but I must hear your version,"

Sam chewed her lip before asking "Will this be between us and the counselor?" 

"If that is your wish. You're almost twenty-six years old, Samantha. You've been in your right to demand to keep things to ourselves since you turned eighteen." 

She nodded before she looked at the principal and confessed "The reason why I didn't attend class wasn't a sickness… the thing is, I'm pregnant, Mrs. Gray." 

Her eyebrows shoot so up she feared they might fly away, but quickly coughed politely before asking "And… what is your plan? Should you wish to either keep it or abort, you have our support." 

"After a long talk with the father and pondering what is better for me, I have decided to keep it." 

She smiled at her warmly before getting that stern look she always had "You do realize what having a child takes and means?" 

"I do, Mrs. Gray." 

"And you're aware of the changes that come within the pregnancy?" 

"Uh… a bit?" She seemed now a bit scared. 

Thankfully, Mrs. Gray was a kind lady and patted her on her hand before she began to speak, her stare years away "I was a bit older when I first got my son. I have to say that my husband then wasn't a good man: he was the typical bad husband who didn't even blink at the news of having a son, saying that I just did the bare minimum by giving him 'what he was owed'. Nevertheless, I was so happy when my Christopher was born… Pregnancy can indeed be tricky, but many pregnancies can be even pleasant to go through. My sister-in-law had a better pregnancy than I had, and she had triplets. Her skin and hair glowed and barely had any pains, all the pain she had was in the birth." 

"I guess getting three whole humans out of your system can be highly exhausting." 

"What I want to say is, that I understand your fears: you're scared, without a close female figure to give you counsel, but don't worry, I shall dial an old alumnus of mine that has turned out to be a brilliant doctor, specialized in young women's pregnancies. You're welcome to bring the father with you, but she shall not judge you if you come alone," she lowered her tone, an amusing tone on her face "just be careful with the pregnant Karens and her mob of conservative mums while waiting for the doctor to call. The less you interact with them, the better." 

Sam giggled, now more relaxed than before. They talked a bit more before she gave her the number of said doctor and proceeded to go to the counselor's office, where they figured out a plan of what to do as her pregnancy advanced.

Before class, she messaged Ernest, inviting him to come with her to the doctor's appointment. He got the message but didn't read it. She shrugged –perhaps he was busy.

During the day, Hamid messaged her too and even Annabelle wanted to know how was her first day at uni being pregnant. At the break, she video called Annabelle and talked for a bit, laughing while they enjoyed their lattes, forgetting for once the drama outside cooking. A kind classmate whispered to watch the newspaper's gossip section. 

Viscountess of Foredale, possible romance with dashing Turkish diplomat?! 

She read the section with eyes wide: 

This past week has been eventful for the Earl of Edgewater. Not only his daughter and heir have been hospitalized for the night, but also we have seen a glimpse of her gallivanting around with the dashing Turkish diplomat, Hamid Osmanoglu! Seems like the Viscountess stopped trailing on the widower Mr. Ernest Sinclaire of Ledford Park and found herself a new man who pays her attention? 

If you don't believe me, here's a photo of them sharing a kiss no less after what seemed like a very interesting conversation! Will sparks fly? Or will he as well get bored of this spinster? Talk to me, my dear readers! Are you team Hamid or team Ernest? 

Samantha put the newspaper down, and annoyance scoff on her face. Who the hell were these people anyway? Couldn't she have a bit of peace for one damn minute? 

She felt a bit of shame for poor Ernest, and Hamid too. She bit the inside of her cheek before calling Ernest first, who picked the phone after four sounding rings

"Yes?"

"Ernest, may I know if you've seen the gossip newspaper yet?" 

"Not personally, but my secretary informed me." 

She sighed, biting her lip "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to barge you into unnecessary drama," 

"I know you meant well, Samantha. It's enraging how they paint you," she could almost picture his annoyed scowl "calling you that, it's an outrage! Have they not got any respect for you?" 

"Thank you for your concern. But you know this kind of people. They love to add fuel to the fire and cause drama over nothing," 

"It's not an excuse to shame a woman for having free will over her life." 

Samantha's heart warmed at how little he cared about how they painted him. When he was a teenager, he was painted as an unreachable cheeky boy. Then, his parents died during a visit to the Emirates and everything changed. He married Roselyn rather young –he was then 23—and closed off to everyone, including her father, who he always saw as a second father. He was then one of the most tragic men in London. Samantha tried to be there for him, but Roselyn didn't help. It was like she wanted him clueless. Then she found out that she was seeing the creepy duke and tried to warn him, but again, Roselyn kicked her out. She wondered what happened the year before her death, why did they just… disappeared. There were many rumors indeed, but she waited and waited every day to hear from him, but it didn't happen until he showed up at a party only to talk businesses. She tried to get something out of him by dancing, but he was stiff and silent all the time. Something grave indeed happened. And she knew it was Roselyn's fault. Ernest here was the victim. She didn't hear of them after they departed to Scotland and then, all they knew was that she had died a week ago and Ernest was preparing himself for the burial. 

During those weeks, she was there for him, and then one night she asked him out and he accepted. And then, that same night, they conceived their child… Sam touched her growing belly thoughtfully. It has been two months ever since and they have gone out, going on revisions as well. She answered the phone again as Ernest's concerned voice called for her again "Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say again?" 

"I was asking if I may accompany you to today's appointment with the doctor." 

"Oh, I'd love to! But your work—,"

"Can wait. I want to be there for you both and make some questions of my own to the doctor," 

She nodded before they planned where to meet and they both hung up. Sam went to some more classes and activities before excusing herself. She barely came out of the uni's doors when Ernest's familiar car parked there, him looking at her rather nervously. She smiled at him reassuringly and hopped into the car, both in silence. 

"So, did the baby give you any trouble?" 

"Not at all, the baby behaved well and barely gave me any pain. I think my hair and skin had gotten softer and shinier," Sam said proudly. Ernest looked at her before looking again at the road.

"I do see you shining. Maybe pregnancies aren't always so bad," 

"Did your mom have a difficult pregnancy with you?" 

"…Not exactly." 

She took the hint that he didn't wish to speak about it and remained in silence. At some point, Ernest turned on the radio and a beautiful melody resonated in the car. He explained to her that soothing classical music was good for the unborn baby's development and Sam wanted to swoon. He did his research about pregnancies, despite them being nothing. But they were, somehow. She and her baby had their room in his home and one being built and painted in Ledford. This was real. She and Ernest would be co-parenting despite their history together, and Sam couldn't feel happier. She smiled at him before getting into the hospital's parking and in front of the maternity wing. He opened the door to Samantha and offered courteously his arm, but Sam rejected it with a chuckle "I'm pregnant of almost three months, Ernest, not chronically ill," 

"I know, I just want to show my support… and make sure you don't have any dizziness. Hospitals tend to do that…" 

"…Very well then." She took his arm and they both got into the facility, gasps, and whispers everywhere. Some photos being made. But neither of them cared. 

"Lady Samantha Foredale?" The nurse called. They both got up and the nurse-led them to the cozy and comfortable room, with a soothing blue with little teddy bears and some promotional photos of breastfeeding and new-borns. 

"Doctor," Ernest asked "is it correct that at this rate we will be able to see if it's a girl or a boy?" 

"Yes, indeed. This is why today's session is one of the most important… and magical." She winked "Please do ask the questions you need," 

"If Samantha keeps being a healthy expectant, the option of a C-section might be off the list?" 

The nurse looked at him as she wandered on her belly "Well, Miss Foredale has the luck to have our best doctors at her disposal and the privilege of a nutritionist controlling what she eats and much more, but even the best doctor cannot predict how the birth might be. It is a spontaneous act. Some of them are long and exhausting, some of them only last twenty minutes and there is barely any pain… birth is complicated to explain. You see, the human body can only endure forty-five unities of pain. When a woman gives birth, the unities increase to fifty-seven unities, which is the equivalent to twenty broken bones." Ernest's eyes went wide "but you needn't worry! Thanks to the evolution in terms of birth and the appearance of the epidural, women suffer much less in birth. Don't worry, sir, she's in the hands of the experts. Some of our doctors are apprentices of the Queen's delivery doctors and nurses, just as the Princes and Dukes of England." 

Samantha took his hand and squeezed it "I know I'm safe and in good hands. Believe it too, Ernest," 

"You're the med student, Sam. If I can believe in someone's judgment in health, that's you." 

They both smiled before the nurse called their attention and said "Well, Mr. Sinclaire and Lady Samantha… you're going to be parents of a healthy baby girl," 

Sam gasped in delight as Ernest's eyes went wide before smiling, overjoyed " A girl… I don't think I can be happier right now…" 

He lifted his hand, wordless permission to touch her belly and feel the kicks of his girl and she nodded, and he gasped at her vivid kicks. "You feel that?" 

"I—I do," He beamed. 

"By the way, Lady Samantha, may I interest you in ovum donation? You have so many and it could change some women's lives…" 

"Dad, we're home and we have news about the baby!" Sam called at her family's attention in the house. 

Edmund and Harry rushed to her, just as Dominique and Henrietta, and they all bombarded her with questions about today's appointment. They all knew that it was the gender reveal's day. 

"Everyone, leave poor Sam some space! She called for me, after all," Vincent's voice resonated all over the place. They all did as he asked and clasped his hands on hers "So, what will be? A boy? A girl?" 

She placed his hand on her belly "A vivid girl, father." 

He beamed before hugging her, careful of her belly as Harry congratulated her and Edmund gave her a side hug of his. Grandmother and granddaughter embraced and Henrietta gave her a stiff nod "Better luck next time, I guess." 

"Enough, Henrietta. A girl in the family brings the same joy as a boy. We are, after all, in the 21st century. Gender does not matter," 

Henrietta huffed as they all showered her in congratulations, Ernest in a corner, lingering awkwardly. Vincent noticed and they both hugged "You have now two girls with Mills temper. Watch out, old friend." Vincent teased. 

Ernest chuckled "I think I can manage just fine with that temper," 

"Now, why don't we speak as we take our tea? Our cook has made some marvelous pastries with whipped cream and honey that you'll simply love…" 

Hamid waited patiently on the porch as he checked the hour. He had come early to receive her and leaned on his car, looking good for his dinner with Samantha. She told him over the phone hours ago that she'd be the mother of a girl and he got excited. People always teased him that if he fathered a girl, he'd have to deal with eight women: his mother, his sisters, his future wife, and his future daughter.

He did not mind at all. Sure, he liked the idea of having a boy too – he loved children in general – but he was so used to being around girls and women that sometimes that had caused trouble, but he wouldn't change a single thing of it. He adored his sisters and his mother was an important figure in his life, and he was willing to be a second father to Sam's girl if she chose him. They had gone to dates so far and sneaked a few innocent kisses, careful of paparazzi and her growing belly. She wasn't meant to grow it much until halfway her third month, but everyone had noticed now her belly and had asked her a lot of questions about who was the father and if she wanted to marry the man in question, and the Dowager Countess had handled it flawlessly, though he did tell his mother and elder sister, Nesrim, about the whole situation that he had accidentally drawn attention to Istanbul's newspapers.

Though they argued for hours, they both agreed that Hamid had decided to participate in the baby's life somehow and nothing would change his mind. However, his middle sister Hande had begged him to advise him in nursing a new-born – she had recently triplets, boys to be exact, his new nephews—and was dying to play too part in family's chatters about how pregnancies could be either barely noticeable to torture. His elder sister had now two children: a boy and a girl, his nephew was eight while his niece was six. He video-called them often and they both said that he was the coolest uncle, which boasted greatly his ego – and he had sufficient ego to give to some insecure girls—or at least Sam teased so. 

Sam finally came down the small stairs in a floral dress with her small bump showing, a beaming smile on her face. He smiled at her and kissed her hand.

"Shall we, my lady?"

She nodded before she got into the car, driving away to the restaurant he had reserved: the best Turkish restaurant in all of London. It was one of his last chances to show her London before she retired to the countryside to rest for the rest of her pregnancy to avoid stress or drama that some snooty nobles and press wanted to bring. He'd be joining her in his state, just thirty minutes away from Edgewater, but he was excited nonetheless. 

This adventure had just begun. 

Twenty-one years ago 

Mrs. Mary Foredale, Countess of Edgewater, held her toddler daughter in her arms as she had a bit of rest of her restless new-born son, Harry, the girls playing with her dolls. She looked at her "Sammy, my darling, what are you dolls up to?" 

"Shh! Ken is going to propose to Barbie!" Little Sam shushed. Mary chuckled before paying attention to the proposal. 

Minutes after, Sam reached to sit on her lap as she called her husband "Vincent, love? Oh, he's reunited. When will he come back from work? Oh… I see. Nothing, just tell him that his wife and daughter send him a hug. Right, Sammy?" Sam shouted at the phone.

"I love you, Daddy!" She hung up and Sam looked at her mother questioningly "Mother, why did you marry Papa?" 

"Because I loved him. I still do," 

"Then why are you so sad?" 

Mary sighed. She knew this day would come. She has prayed that it'd delay a bit longer. 

"You see, my girl, love is the biggest and purest source of all. But when one doesn't nurture the plant of love, it will fade away. Your father works so much, and I cannot maintain this plant on my own." 

"So… that means that having a husband sucks?" 

"It should not. But do one thing for me, my girl, and before you marry, be certain that the man you love is capable of nurturing your little plant of love, or else it shall have grave consequences. Marrying an uncommitted man is an enormous sin that women do all the time. Be wiser than that, my darling Sammy. Promise me." 

"I promise, Mom," 

Sixteen years later, Vincent and his two children sat on a hospital chair, weeping silently for the Countess's death. Sam pretended not to notice, but she heard her father whisper angrily to himself "I should have put Mary first. I should have been the husband and father she needed me to be. Now she's dead because of my absence." 

That day, Sam learned that you never truly appreciated something until you have let go of it. Right there, the nineteen-year-old woman promised herself that she wouldn't settle down to any man that wasn't willing to nurture every day their love, should that man ever come… 

She would not commit her mother's sins.

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The Rouge (Teaser)

pairings: Fem!Reader x Jaehyun

rating: 18+

warnings: consumption and mention of alcohol, cursing, fingering, public sex, explicit sexual situations

genre: smut, angst, fluff if you squint

synopsis: You have always put Jaehyun on a pedestal like he is some godly creature and in a way, he is.

word count: 5,640

beta-readers: Special thanks to @alreadyblondenow​ and @sly-merlin if it weren’t for you two this would have rot in my drafts.

tag lists: @ncteaxhoe

a/n: This will probably be a series for manic panic pixie dream boys featuring jaehyun, sicheng, and taeyong. This used to be a teaser then I edited it when I finished the fic not knowing dumblr tags don’t work for reblogged posts, so I am just gonna link the finished fic in the Keep Reading break.

"that bubbly, shallow cinematic creature that exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures." - Nathan Rabin

Staring at your back with such intensity, I thought I would bore holes at the back of your skull. But you didn't even seem to be aware of my heavy gaze since no movement on your part was committed. If only you would turn around and spare me a glance of that, I am sure of, my eyes can attest to my ever undying devotion for you. No, but you are ignorant of my feelings, or if I daresay ashamed of them. So, here I am content with just staring at your back while perusing your jet black silky strands at the nape of your neck, broad shoulders, a body gifted with sinewy muscles, and a lithe figure. Suddenly, a loud bell awoke me from my insignificant scrutiny. I squared my shoulders and internally lectured myself at my obvious and pathetic gaping at your person. Gathering my things and quickly divesting them in my backpack; I moved for the door. But as soon as I turned around and saw you advancing towards me. I was cursed to be rooted on the spot where I stand; befuddled and fidgeting as to why you are approaching me. Before I embarrassed myself, for being a salivating adolescent drooling all over you while you walked towards me. I decided to soften the hit by attempting to make a hasty retreat. Sidestepping your direction I let my feet lead me towards that door pure adrenaline running in my veins. For I know, once you cast your eyes upon me and spoke with that lovely sotto voice of yours everything will change. My left foot took the first step, and I never looked back, not even conscious of what I must look like, and what a coward I am. All was up to that door, for that door is freedom. Freedom from my insipid longing for you, dreaming of what it's like for you to reciprocate my attention. Since I first met you at that moving van when you moved to the neighborhood. You were supposed to be my friend, the one with whom I can play with. But no, when you ran towards the porch greeting me with your beautiful smile. Everything changed. Two more steps to go then I can escape. For it's due to long, these frivolous feelings welling up inside me eating me on the inside out. It was supposed to be just a petty crush, but it took root in my gut and blossomed into assaults of different emotions when it comes to you. My hand on the doorknob just a twist of my hand and the door will open. Do you still remember the bracelet you gave me or the way you peek at your window afterwards to stare at me? Maybe you don't, but me I do, and oh so clearly. I never wanted that moment to end for in that moment I thought that there was a possibility of you and I. What a grave mistake, and a horrible misconception for after that you acted as if nothing happened. Crushing the hope that settled in my chest. Life does go on though. And here we are in our senior year, where we are on the verge of adolescence and at the gate of adulthood. The cold metal of the doorknob felt so foreign against my skin, the coldness of the metal seeping into my overheated flesh, I twisted my hand, the creaking sound of the door opening was like siren wails in my ears. Then you called me:

"_______ ! Wait!"

My hand was frozen from its place, my body doing what is contrary to what my mind is saying. Run it said and never look back. I knew once you utter my name all was defeated, I knew whatever you ask of me I will do. It is so unfair to feel the way I do since I know all of these gut-wrenching emotions are one-sided. You never did feel the burden did you, Jaehyun? It was always me, taking the fall but you were never there to catch me. While I, on the other hand, all you have to do is call my name and I will abide by your wishes. If I continue to walk out of this door, away from you I will leave in one piece unscathed and with my dignity. If I stop this farce between us once and for all? Can I move on and forget about you? I was a slave to my own feelings, I never knew it was supposed to feel like this. It was supposed to make you giddy and happy all the time but this was the opposite. It's killing me slowly but surely. All I want is some closure between us before we part ways; we may not have a relationship, but I am sure there was something between us. Don't we? I don't know if I want to label it, for if I do it will be unrequited love. I being the victim, Give me some closure Jaehyun that is all I ask. I deserved it from suffering that much.  I maneuvered my body to face you, my back at the door. Away from the only chance of escaping you. Just this once, I will do the right thing and not be a coward, for all I ever do is run.

"Yes, What is it, Jae?"

I answered in a small voice, my head cast down at the floor. Egg-shell white the color of the flooring with an occasional smearing of dirt. I drag my stare away from the flooring slowly building up the courage to look you in the eye. Sweeping my gaze at you slowly ascending from the floor to your feet, your jeans, to your simple white shirt. Then your masculine jawline, your nose, then, at last, those eyes. Those warm brown eyes that I fell in love with I never did understand why? I just did. I am doing everything not to bolt up the door and flee away from you. All at once, you are suddenly up close to me while a few moments ago, I was content looking at your back. Then you spoke again with that voice of yours that caused my heartbeat to flutter.

"________, Can we partner up for the project?"

You looked at me in the eye, as if pleading me to agree, as if I have the strength to reject. You never realized how strong your hold is on me. But of course, I am only good at one thing - studies. I have long accepted that fact. No big deal.

"Sure, Jae."

I answered trying not to let my emotions rang the sentence out. I want it to be filled with vast nothingness like I want all my feelings for you to be void. I tried to flash a smile at you willing the end of my lips to curl upwards, or something that resembles one. You stared down at me piercing me with those succulent eyes the ardency of your stare too uncomfortable for me to bear. Like something wants to crawl out under my skin, I turned my head sideways. I look at the once more closed door, and the shiny metal glinting at my eyes as if teasing me for not running away a while ago. I reached towards the doorknob and twisted the door open, it was that easy. But nothing is ever easy with you. I started walking in the direction of the hallways. Wanting to feel the safeness that it may give me, away from you if I only listened to myself a while ago, and not let my emotions ruin what all I have left. But you called again and I enraptured by the voice looked at you.

"Thank you, _______."

Then you smiled.

Then I was wrecked.

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a/n: Read more of my works for NCT here:masterlist

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Editing Highlight - I Can Finally Tak About Therapy Arc (where I Basically Copied Half of the Chapter and  May or May Not Ramble too Much ^^')

Jonah let out another sigh. Winching, he threw his legs over the bed, slightly trembling when his shoeless feet touch the cold floor. His knees were shaking, but he kept walking toward Rosehearts’ bed, gripping the sheet to balance himself. He looked up to the redhead’s face. His eyes were still close, but listening closely, the breathing tempo was a bit off. “Are you awake, Senior Rosehearts?”

Nothing happened for a few seconds and Jonah was about to go back knowing he was wrong, but then Rosehearts let out a groan. Slowly, he opened his blue eyes, blinking slowly at him. “How did you know?” he whispered, voice slightly cracked.

Jonah shrugged. “A lucky guess.” He walked up closer to his head. “How are you feeling? And please be honest.”

Another groan came out of his mouth. “Terrible…” He tried to get up but the pained sound that came out made Jonah move and help him up.

“It’ll pass. I hope,” Jonah chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he sat beside Rosehearts.

There was silence between them. The air was awkward. Jonah noticed the way Rosehearts kept clenching and unclenching his fists. Did he want to say something? Jonah himself wanted to say something. Maybe he should start first.

Jonah cleared his throat. “Senior Rosehearts. Can I ask something?”

The prefect looked up, a bit surprised but then he nodded. Jonah nodded back. “Is there something you want?”

Rosehearts tilted his head to the side, brow furrowed in confusion. Of course. That was a weird question. Jonah let out a weak chuckle before twisting his body so he was facing the other prefect for more focus. ”I mean… If you have the chance, is there something you really want to do?”

Rosehearts shook his head. “I’m not-”

“It’s okay.” Jonah reached out to hold Rosehearts’s right hand, frowning when the other flinched. “I won’t judge you.”

Rosehearts bit his lips and looked down, his left hand kept playing with his blanket. After a while, which Jonah thought he wouldn’t answer, Rosehearts finally whispered, “I... I really wanted to eat that mont blanc too...”

Jonah smiled. “You should try that. Maybe we can try making those.”

“Was it fun?” There was a small blush on Rosehearts’ cheek and he averted his gaze. “The baking… I mean.”

“It was.” Jonah chuckled. “Deuce had trouble with the piping and you should’ve seen Ace’s face when he nearly drops the hot pan.” Rosehearts looked confused, but that was okay. Jonah was just happy he managed to make him react to something. “Anything else?”

“I... I like white roses, too.”

“Do roses have different colors other than red and white?”

“They have pink, and yellow too. Also, green and orange. Sometimes lavender, novelty, salmon, peach, and cream. I heard that someone is trying to cultivate blue roses. They’re considered to have magical power.”

Jonah whistled. “Wow, that’s a lot.”

Rosehearts nodded. This time he looked up to him. “I once saw the lined them up to make a rainbow rose arc.”

“Must’ve been pretty.”

Rosehearts smiled a little, feeling nostalgic. “It was.”

“Speaking of colors, what color do you think is good on a flamingo?”

“Well, the Laws of the Queen of Heart-”

“No.” Jonah held Rosehearts’ hand tighter. “What do you think is good for the flamingo?”

Rosehearts blinked again in confusion. But then, he looked down again. “Pink. I like the pink flamingos. It’s natural for them.”

Jonah nodded. “One day, you should teach me how to play that croquet game.”

“Trey taught me when we were kids. I had fun playing with him. I want...” Rosehearts gripped his blanket tighter. His voice began to crack. ���I always want to play with them more... But, Mama...” He sniffled. “Mama always says not to play too much... If I play too much, I wouldn’t have time to study... And if I don’t study... Then I can’t make my family proud...”

“Why is that?”

Rosehearts whipped his wet eyes with his sleeve, but the tears just kept on flowing. “The... In the Rose Kingdom, women are superior to men... That’s why... Mama always says that I have to be better... I have to be better and better... If not... I’ll be left behind from the other... And I can’t...”

Sobs began to fill the room. Rosehearts didn’t even bother to wipe off the tears that fall down his cheeks. Jonah pulled Rosehearts down, letting his head rested on his lap. He didn’t mind if his pants became wet, Senior Rosehearts needs this. He probably never experienced this. Never had the chance to actually cry.

“You must be tired, huh?” Jonah whispered, running his hand through Rosehearts’ red hair.

“I’m tired...” he whispered back between his sobs and sniffles. “I’m so tired... I want to sleep... I want to play with the other... I just want to talk with more people... I just...” Rosehearts turned his head and looked up to Jonah. “Is there any rule... Is there any rule for me to get rid of this pain...?”

Jonah knew he can’t answer that. Nobody can, not even the Law of the Queen of Heart. “To be honest,” he sighed as he kept brushing Rosehearts’ hair. “I don’t know.”

Rosehearts bit his lips, disappointed by the fact that he would not be able to enjoy all the things he had said. Forever he would follow his mother’s rules and teaching without being able to take a break. He wouldn’t be able to have a moment like this again. Just to speak everything he wants, being comforted by someone who would listen. By the time they were able to leave the infirmary, both of them probably wouldn’t be able to see each other again. After all who would’ve wanted to befriend the Crimson Tyrant?

“I would.”

Rosehearts looked up again, blinking in surprise. Did... Did he say all of that out loud?

Jonah smiled down at him. “You are not the Crimson Tyrant.” His hand stopped brushing Rosehearts’ hair, but slowly help him sit up again. They faced each other, with Jonah’s hand on his cheek. “You just need someone to guide you along the way. I know you’re a good kid, Senior Rosehearts.”

“You’re a good guy, Senior Rosehearts. You just need the perfect guidance. Therefore, Riddle Rosehearts… You are free from any punishment.”

It is him.

Tears came out from Rosehearts’ eyes again, this time wasn’t because of sadness, but relief. Maybe he could... Maybe he could find a way to make up the time he had lost... Maybe he could finally get rid of this aching feeling in his heart... Jonah pulled him into a hug, and he just let him. He wanted to feel the warmth of someone’s hug. He wanted to have a shoulder he could lean on. He wanted to have a comforting hand, running down his hair, erasing all those anxiety away...

He wants to have a dear friend like him...

To premise this, I am not a therapist or a school counselor. I'm just a regular math education college student who barely understands one-way ANOVA. But, I'm always interested in students' problems, more specifically their mental ones. Again, I'm not a therapist, so my knowledge of this and what I wrote above may come out as shallow.

This fic 'Therapy Arc' in the beginning is a way to fill the few days gap between Riddle's overblot and the Revenge Unbirthday Party. It's essentially the calm after the storm where the reader can breathe for a moment, for the character to take a rest, heal their wound, and just reflect their action. If my memory serves correctly, Riddle is the only victim who pours their feeling in the aftermath. Jamil's speech in the aftermath feels like a rant instead and Kalim is the one who actually reflects on his treatments toward Jamil. Azul doesn't say anything and most everyone around him is convincing him that he's better than he thought he is. but I appreciate the small moment in the museum. Leona doesn't even talk, like at all, about his feelings. This is why Riddle's aftermath is my favorite because of that moment of him telling what he wants (a small moment of vulnerability) and his growth after that is satisfying to watch.

Back to the Therapy Arc, it has some influence from the typical visual novel's 'Character Route' where the MC spends time with a potential waifu/husbando, going through their scenario, solving the problems, and eventually become a couple. My fic Therapy Arc is essentially that. A moment for Jonah to get to know more about the victim, giving them some time to rest, and mending the bonds that were ruined before that. In turn, Riddle becomes more open and more expressive, and it doesn't feel out of character because we have a good reason for it. This is why the next four episodes are important. This is why Break & Gosh is written. I just need these kids to take a break and talk about their feelings dammit! 

Also, I'm not trying to change the character, they can still be assholes, but I know they have potential, I just want to explore them. What matters after that is the willingness to change, will they be like Riddle who changes for the better, or like Leona who seems constant but still has that little changes. I just want to see how far I can make them grow. Character development is a major key that I always want to strive for.

This is what I want to try to make my fic a bit different. Personal character interactions for both MC and canon characters, and between canon characters, which is why I have Jonah-Riddle and Trey-Riddle, also Jonah-Leona-Ruggie. Every action will affect them in some ways. And I'm not making this for the sake of shipping. Yes, there are some potential and some are leading to that, but that's never the goal.

In the end TW:OPT is a story about the bonds between these boys. Second chances, forgiveness, growth, and the power of love and friendship. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Also, Ace screaming in front of Riddle's face just doesn't sit well for me. He still gets his Revenge Unbirthday Party but only after Riddle is calmer.

Also, ALSO! There is a hint of worldbuilding but I won't touch about it yet.

[chibimyumi]

Hi Chibi! I’m kind of obsessed with your blog. I’ve loved Kuro for a long time so it’s nice to see someone make very thoughtful posts about it. I was reading some of your posts about the kuro anime and was wondering. What is your opinion of the season 2 OVA The story of Will the reaper? I love the reapers so getting to know about their world is great, but will kicking grell’s ass was not great 😖.

【Response to: “are there any S1 or S2 OVAs you enjoyed?”】

Dear Dagonl,

Thank you very much for your interest! I’m happy you like my content, and it’s always nice to hear that somebody is interested in long-winded posts deep-analyses! ^^

Short answer:

As for my opinion on ‘The story of Will the Reaper’: as I said in the original post, in my opinion “[a]ll OVAs for the second season were (almost) as awful as the season itself, save for ‘The Making of [Kuroshitsuji]’.” Though, ‘the story of Will the reaper’ is actually the one that made me add the ‘almost’ in the previous sentence, meaning that it’s marginally better than the rest.

Click for Full Answer: The good things and the... awful things.

1. The good things

The reason I found this OVA marginally better is because I do respect the ambition and (attempt at) creativity the makers have shown. At the time of release the manga had not revealed anything yet about reaper origins. So I guess they could be forgiven for their artistic liberties (unlike the spoiler-revelation of Undertaker’s nature that ruined his big revelation in the manga.)

1.1. Fair world-building

The world-building works well with the idea of Yana’s satire on the Japanese Salaryman through William. As William is something of a self-proclaimed ‘model’ and so unforgivingly rigid, it gives us reason to believe the Reaper Dispatch Society is built on this type of ideal; aka the Japanese office environment. We have also seen that the technology of the Death Scythes is a century more advanced than Kuroshitsuji’s contemporaries, so the 1980s setting was well done in my opinion.

1.2. Fair reflection on reaper/Salaryman doctrine

The biggest critique on Salaryman culture is the robotic attitude employers demand. The Japanese Salaryman™ is expected to be no more than silent executors of the will from above. As explained by William, reapers don’t actually do all that much; all they do is meaningless double-checking JUST IN CASE something might be off.

As a satire this OVA is not ‘complete’ because you do need the information from the manga that came out many years later to understand why the reaper world is a satire in the first place for the actual punch. But in the very least the OVA pays adequate lip-service and does not disrespect the satirical origins of Yana’s design.

One thing this OVA does arguably better than even Yana is showing that most reapers are robotic work zombies like Will, rather than that the Dispatch Office is filled with eccentric youngsters as the named reapers of the series might suggest. (Though there is a downside that I will discuss in section 2.2.)

2. The awful things

So, to me this OVA has two good things, but they are insignificant in the face of the awful things that’s the rest of this OVA.

2.1. Raging homo and transphobia, etc.

This OVA handles Grell extremely poorly. First of all, this OVA makes it explicit that Grell is a homosexual man, blatantly defying both canon and Yana’s explicit statement of her female gender. Why? Because the most obnoxious shippers want their Yaoi, and this sells. This one literally needed to sell because it’s an OVA.

As explained in more detail in this post, Grell was called a man and she eagerly responded “oh, yes”, and later she herself confirms this statement by making it explicit that she dreams of herself in a m/m relationship. (Yes, these subs are accurately translated. Click the link for a Japanese to English breakdown).

Some fans have explained this as Grell’s words before she realised her own identity, and I understand why. We all want something to not be this gross and try to make sense of the nonsensical, and some actual identity discovering journey would have been nice. For Grell as a character however, it only serves to give Man!Grellers more ammo (even though they have the destructive power of cotton wads).

As I said in the post linked above, “[if this statement] used to be [Grell’s] thoughts that are no longer relevant in present time, the script should have addressed that in present-timeline of the story. As it is now, it is clear as day that the writer Nemoto Toshizou did not take that into inconsideration.”

Secondly, this OVA is desperately trying to cater to Grelliam shippers. Fans have always come up with different reasons to ship this, but this OVA had to choose the most toxic one to capitalise on. Why make Grell so shitty to Will for no reason? Being degrading to him is one thing, but Grell was outright deadly violent to William for trying to do his job. And then Grell only stopped being so hostile because she got beaten back and therefore fell in love?

Yes, people justify this by saying that it’s charming to Grell because she’s a masochist, “whatever”. This however, paints a very askew image of real people who enjoy masochism as a kink. Any responsible adult in the SM community would tell you how painfully shallow Grell’s masochism is portrayed as, and how this portrayal takes away all accountability from someone who harms a kink-masochist if something went wrong.

This OVA would ironically have been more effective as an anti-Grelliam story, except that it sells itself as the opposite. With just the manga, people could just say: “oh, Grell doesn’t respect William’s personal boundaries, and William is very aggressive to Grell, but they can sort that out...eventually.” Add this OVA however, suddenly William is an indisputable abuse victim, and Grell is just an “in your face gay” (as the gay stereotype dictates...)

2.2. Contradicting Canon

I am actually not all that harsh about this OVA contradicting canon history because at the time of release nothing about the reapers had been revealed yet. Like I said above, I even respect the creativity to some extent. The only real problem is because this fandom tends to conflate canon with anime information by using cross-media information to understand Kuroshitsuji.

As discussed in section 1.2., the glimpses of the Reaper office are interesting, but the downside to this is that it suggests reapers are a race one is born into because all newbies are approximately the same age. Without the manga, this information in a vacuum is fine. Later however, Yana reveals that all reapers are suicides and are being punished for this sin. If a fan accepts both pieces of information and tries to piece them together, then suddenly this bit of creativity becomes a totalitarian nightmare.

People of all ages commit suicide. If a fan were to try shoehorn the OVA info into canon material (for lack of more stories), then we get: 1. reapers are suicides who get punished, and 2. all reaper newbies are approximately the same age and able bodied. The only conclusion we can draw then is that only able-bodied suicides who fit the ‘newbie age’ are punished. What happens to people who fall outside this norm? Is becoming a reaper and ‘paying off’ your sin the only way to “serve your term”? If so, then do suicides who fall outside this norm never get a chance to redeem themselves?😱 Or...... do only able-bodied youngsters get punished for committing suicide because they still had “societal value” but wasted it? Either way would be f*cked up!

But again, none of this is a real problem as long as a fan can distinguish canon from non-canon information ^^ So, moving on

2.3. Are reapers God Almighty?

Unlike the second, the third issue I have with the OVA is actually something I am quite harsh on. In this OVA we see that even trainees like William and Grell have apparent power to judge over somebody’s life and death based on their intellectual value. However, this begs for an urgent question!

Under section 3 of this post I discussed whether the law of “a human dies because a reaper says so” according to Grell would be feasible. It’s a relatively long discussion, so please click the link if you’re interested in the details. If you just want it to be quick then just ask the following question: “why give trainees/reapers with human subjectivity an almighty God’s** power to decide over life and death of others?” If we then add the manga’s canon information that reapers are being punished for having committed suicide, then why give people whose sin was ‘deciding over life and death wrongly FOR THEMSELVES’ the power to do so for OTHERS????

Still, even if we disregard the manga and view this OVA in a vacuum, it is still VERY alarming that trainees are given this power. Perhaps if a trainee misjudges there will be due consequences from above, but why give a trainee this power in the first place? Are human lives just test objects to this “reaper race”?

This third issue is so awful to me because it shows how little the OVA creators thought through matters and just wanted a quick money grab by selling the most toxic version of the Grelliam ship.

**TLN: A ‘shinigami’ is Japanese for ‘Death (shini) God (gami/kami)’, but please note that in Japanese definitions, a ‘kami’ is not ‘god’ in the same way it is in the Abrahamic sense. A ‘kami’ is more similar to a ‘spirit’, and is therefore not a supreme being. Entirely accurately, a ‘shinigami’ would be more similar to ‘death angel’ or ‘death spirit’.

Related posts:

Why would Sascha have committed suicide? Rutger, Will and the JP Salaryman

How does a scythe kill a reaper? A discussion of MBD musical’s horrible writing of universe laws, and canon reaper laws

Can reapers teleport?

A reaper’s dormitory