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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year ago

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What about like fucking somewhere like kinda public like in a bathroom somewhere or something?

oh yes 😈 andrei’s definitely got a little bit of an exhibitionist kink and you’re not very far behind

it’s impossible for him to keep his hands off of you sometimes

like he’ll get into moods where he just wants to touch you all the time and when he’s like that it’s basically a given that you won’t be able to walk right for a week

a short and inconclusive list of places in public where you and andrei have had sex: he fingered you under the table at 75% of restaurants in the downtown raleigh area, fucked you hard and fast in two different bathrooms at brady’s house, ate you out in jordan’s guest bathroom, you’ve given him multiple blow jobs in bathrooms, and on one particularly memorable occasion - he fucked you in the locker room at pnc

a lot of the time, it’s when you’re out with the team or at a party and he’s got his hands on you in a hug or just a casual touch and he gets that look in his eye and you have to slip away for a little private time

it’s one of burnzie’s kids’ birthdays and the whole team is at his house, mingling in the backyard and wandering in and out of the rooms

it’s warm, early spring, so you’re wearing a casual pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt and you can feel andrei’s eyes burning into your back while you talk with heather staal and nykki. they laugh and tease you about andrei’s focus, but you ignore him, he’d already gotten a blow job in the shower before you came to the party

“brought you another drink, solnyshka,” andrei appears behind you, his voice low and warm in your ear. he presses a white claw into your hand and smoothly takes the empty can you’d been nursing for an hour or so, swiftly launching it at a garbage can and making the shot

“thank you,” you smile, leaning back against his chest when he steps further into your space, wrapping an arm around your stomach

“nothing for us?” heather teases while nykki claps a hand over her heart, pouting dramatically. “we see how it is, svechy.”

he smirks and you step on his foot before he can say anything too crass, but andrei’s not phased and just holds you tighter, laughing, “heather, nyk, i love you, but i need her a little tipsy so she’ll let me eat her out in the car later.”

you whole head feels like it’s on fire and the women give andrei wide-eyed looks of disbelief before cracking up. “hon, everything you say about him is true,” nykki grins devilishly

you can feel andrei perk up and you shake your head, “i’m never telling anyone anything ever again.” a burst of laughter startles out of you when andrei blows a raspberry on the side of your neck. heather and nykki shake their heads and chime “get a room” while walking away

“you’re a menace,” you mumble, andrei’s hand shaking up under the hem of your shirt and stroking against the warm skin of your stomach

“meet me in the bathroom in five,” he bites your earlobe and disappears, leaving a void against you back where he had been pressed up against you. you miss him and the phantom touch of his fingers sends a throb through your core

against all of your better angels, you make your way casually to the upstairs bathroom, knocking lightly. andrei’s voice floats through the wood, “password?”

“oh my god!” you laugh, pressing your palm against the door. “it’s me, you idiot.”

the door opens a crack and andrei’s face appears, smiling mischievously. “i still need a password, solnyshka.”

you squint at him and whisper, after looking around to make sure no one’s in the hallway, “blowjobs.”

he makes a buzzer noise with his mouth, “sorry, wrong. password was stormy the pig, but i guess i can let you in anyway.” before you even have a chance to react, the door opens wider, andrei’s hand shoots out, and he’s dragging you into the bathroom

the door shuts behind you and andrei has your back pressed up against it, his mouth on yours, his hands working at the button on your shorts

“you couldn’t wait until we got home?” you mutter, breaking for air. andrei’s hands are in your pants, one broad palm gripping your ass and the other fingers dancing over the front of your panties. you shiver, clenching around nothing as he dips two fingers under the lace edges of your underwear

“no,” he growls against your skin, kissing under your ear. “these shorts are a fucking sin, solnyshka. your legs on display? i couldn’t help myself.” he squeezes a palmful of ass and strokes his index finger against you, drawing a groan from your throat. you drop your head against the bathroom door with a thunk and press your palm against your mouth

you’re dripping by the time andrei’s fingers slip into you, crooking to hit the perfect spot against your inner walls. your knees buckle and andrei’s other hand slides under your ass and holds you up

“can you be quiet for me?” he murmurs, licking at your collarbone

you nod weakly and bite down on the fleshy part of your palm to prevent a shriek from escaping when andrei starts pumping his fingers in and out of you

“quiet, quiet like a little mysh,” andrei grins against your skin. “such a good girl, that beautiful cunt taking my fingers. should i add a third?”

“please, yes, andrei, oh my god,” you babble, scrabbling at his shoulders, up on your tiptoes from andrei’s grip on you. on the next pump, he adds the third finger and you don’t have time to muffle your moan

andrei laughs lowly, whispering in your ear while he fucks you with his fingers, “do you think they can hear you? moaning and gasping for me, with my fingers stuffed inside of you. you’re so wet, solnyshka, can they hear the noises your cunt is making while i fuck you?”

you whimper at andrei’s dirty talk, hooking one leg around his hip and changing the angle that his fingers hit. you bite down on his shoulder, the fabric of his casual button down making your mouth go dry

“come on, my love. let go, you’re almost there. i can feel how badly you want to come,” he encourages you, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit and sending you over the edge

you sag back against the door when your orgasm is done ripping through your body and through the post-orgasm haze, you catch a glimpse of andrei’s smug smile

“so beautiful,” he presses a kiss to your temple and holds you up against his side. his fingers leave your cunt with a squelching noise and your cheeks heat again at how obscene the noise is in the echoing bathroom. without his fingers, you feel empty and you wiggle a little, pressing your thighs together to readjust to the feeling

“we have to stop doing this in your teammates’ bathrooms,” you murmur dryly, heat throbbing between your legs when andrei licks his fingers clean

his fingers leave his mouth with a soft pop and he smirks at you, “why would we, when it’s so fun?”

there’s a loud banging on the door behind you and you jump, completely startled, your heart pounding against your ribs

“i swear to god, svechy. if you and your girl are in there, i’m gonna kill you,” burnzie’s voice is as loud as if there were no door in between you and him. andrei snorts a laugh, grinning. “fifteen people saw you two sneaking off. you have your own fucking house to fuck in.”

“don’t worry about it,” andrei shouts back. “i’m having stomach problems.” he winks at you and you laugh despite yourself, clapping a hand over your mouth

“fuck you, svechnikov. stomach issues, my ass. you better disinfect every single surface in there,” burns shouts back and then you can hear him stomping off

you open your mouth to chastise andrei, but he captures anything you might say with his mouth, kissing you deeply

“next time, you’re going to have to be even quieter,” andrei smirks at you, washing his hands quickly and slipping out of the bathroom

you clean yourself up, muttering under your breath about insane russian sex maniacs, and rejoin the party, studiously ignoring andrei’s heated gaze following you around the backyard while he chats with brady and neci

“white claw or cigarette?” nykki teases you, laughing and gesturing to the back of her own head

you pat at your hair and find a mini rat’s nest on the back of your head from throwing it against the door. blushing again, you finger comb it into place, glaring at andrei, “the least he could do is tell me that i look like a mess,” you sigh

“he also left a massive hickey under your ear,” nykki points out casually

your hand flies up to cover the spot and andrei laughs when he sees you do it

menace, a total menace

but still, a week later you end up fucking him in the front seat of your car while it’s parked in the driveway after you pick him up from the airport

it’s not your fault he’s irresistible

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov headcanons #andrei svechnikov fic #anon #asked and answered

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helpimhyperfixating · 1 year ago

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Family is who you choose

This is not a Jotaro x reader for once. It’s Jotaro being a good dad. You’re Jolyne’s best friend and come to her house for comfort. (I dunno how to tag it differently tho, sorry :()

This is unfinished, but I didn’t really plan on finishing it and it has enough meat so I might as well post it :3

Word Count: 1783

Knocking on the door, you had a hard time suppressing your emotions, simply keeping your quivering lips pressed together tightly as the details of the wood faded into blurs.

The lights inside the house were on so you knew someone was home as you waited, pulling your own jacket sleeves down until it felt like they would split at the seams.

“….o-“

“Yeah, yeah!”

Jolyne’s voice was heard from inside as she yelled to whoever was talking to her, all the while she approached the door on the other side. Hearing that, your heart thudded as you tried to compose yourself, sniffling as you tried to prepare for what you were going to say.

Before you knew it, the door was pulled open and before you stood your best- and childhood friend, Jolyne.

“Y/N! What are you doing here, you- Are you okay?” Her confusion instantly turned to concern as she took notice of your appearance.

Looking up at her, her genuine and worried expression caused your brittle wall to crumble as your face screwed up, a choked sob leaving you as you frantically shook your head no.

“Come in, come inside.” Instantly wrapping her arm around your shoulders, with her left she held your hands as she led you inside. “Dad!” Shouting out for the older man, you looked up to see him sitting at the dining table across the room, plates of half-finished food set up on it while he got up from the table, a frown on his face.

It was clear you had caught the Kujo family during one of their late-night dinners.

Having long since been a familiar face to the man in purple, seeing the state you were in he instantly went into concern mode, similarly to his daughter.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

“I-“ You started, trying hard not to make any actual noise while the tears kept blurring your vision, both the ravens around you taking notice.

“Dad, can you-?” Jolyne didn’t even have to finish her sentence as Jotaro already nodded, humming a short hum as he walked out of the room and into the kitchen while Jolyne led you over to the table and sat you at the head.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, rubbing at your eyes as you tried to calm yourself.

“No, it’s okay. Tell me what happened.” Her voice was soft as she once more grabbed your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze that made a pitiful sob-chuckle leave you.

“It’s him, what else?” Your throat felt thick and your voice nasal as you spoke, pulling one hand out of your friend’s hold to instead burrow into your jacket pocket.

“I swear to god I’m going to smash his face into concrete - no offence.” Jolyne brazenly huffed before looking down at you, not wanting to upset you further.

“None taken.” You chuckled wetly again, sniffling after as you pulled out your phone, clicking it on and typing in your password. “You remember how he never showed up for my graduation? No explanation, nothing?”

“I do.” Jolyne nodded a little tentatively and you turned your phone around, handing it to her with the messenger app open.

“I decided ‘Why not stick up for myself for once?‘” You mumbled, watching as the girl took your phone, her eyes starting to skim the texts.

“What the fuck?” Jolyne’s voice was an angry whisper, her brows furrowing. “He’s blaming you?!”

“What’s going on?”

Walking out of the kitchen, carrying three mugs, Jotaro came over, placing them down in front of their designated spots one by one and sliding away the plates of food while he looked between the two of you.

“Her father is blaming her!”

Furrowing his brows in confusion, the man slowly sat down, looking at the phone his daughter was waving around before looking at you, a silent ask for permission. You nodded and motioned for him to go ahead while you slid the cup he just put down closer to yourself, seeing the large mug filled to the brim with hot cocoa.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner.” You mumbled, looking at the half-eaten plates of curry.

“Don’t worry, you couldn’t know dad was being an ass and working late again.” Jolyne smiled, bumping her shoulder into yours, which earned her a half-hearted glare from Jotaro.

“I was in my study. You could just as easily have notified me or made dinner yourself.”

“Nuh-uh, it’s your day to cook. I ain’t touching that kitchen on a Thursday.” Jolyne huffed, pulling up her nose to which Jotaro deadpanned.

“Jolyne, you barely cook the others days.”

Sputtering a bit, the girl pulled your chair closer to her, as if in an attempt to get you on her side, both physically as well as in the mock fight. “I cook at least once a week!”

“And I six times, where is your point.” Jotaro hummed, finishing reading the texts as he then put your phone down on the table, upside down.

“Y/N loves it when I cook.” Jolyne huffed, engulfing you in her arms and hugging your head into her chest, giving you no choice but to let her, a fond smile spreading on your face.

You knew they were probably bantering like this on purpose to get your mind off of things, but you also didn’t care. It was working.

With how often you came to the Kujo residence, this had become like a second home to you, and seeing how the father-and-daughter-duo squabbled always worked to make you smile.

“Y/N, have you eaten yet?”

The deep baritone breaking through your thoughts, you looked up from Jolyne’s chokehold to see Jotaro’s eyes on you, soft and calm.

“Well.. no but I’m not really hungry, it’s alright.”

The man nodded softly before shoving your mug a bit closer to you. “Here, take this with you. Go take a shower, kid. Decompress. You can talk to us after.”

“Hot cocoa in the shower? You have gone soft, old man.” Jolyne teased and the marine biologist sighed.

“No, they can drink it while you get some spare clothes.” Jotaro clarified, raising an eyebrow.

Narrowing her eyes, Jolyne looked at her father for a moment before getting up, taking you with her as she turned around and walked towards the stairs, looking back and sticking her tongue out at the older man one last time as if that was supposed to make her win their stand off.

Looking back as well, Jotaro’s eyes crossed with yours and you waved at him while Jolyne dragged you along, him putting his hand up as well as he shook his head with an amused huff at his daughter’s pettiness.

Stretching a bit, Jotaro cracked his neck a little before looking down. Your phone was still on the table from when he placed it there. Reaching out, he took hold of it and turned it around, touching the screen that had gone a shade darker to prevent it from shutting off as his eyes once more glid over the texts between you and your father.

For years you and him had been on thin ice, Jolyne having ranted about the stupid shit that asshole - in Jotaro’s eyes - did to you. Not to mention the few times you’d actually come to him to talk as well.

Having known you for coming close to two decades now, having watched you grow up, Jotaro held a fondness for you similar to what he felt for his own daughter. And thus, reading these texts, he felt his blood boil.

Back when you were still a child, somewhere under the age of ten - he couldn’t remember - your parents got divorced. He’d never truly liked your father yet after the divorce resulting from him cheating, the man showed his true colours. Every time he came to pick you up from Jotaro’s house, he ignored the marine biologist and his daughter other than a ‘thanks’ or ‘good evening’. It never failed to make Jotaro want to throttle him, especially seeing how reluctant you always were to go.

As the years passed, reluctance turned to fear until eventually there was a fallout and you decided to stop living with your dad altogether.

Sighing, Jotaro absentmindedly scrolled through the texts again, only to furrow his brow when he scrolled a little too far up. It was a bit of a breach of privacy but he couldn’t help it as he saw the texts that caused you to speak out against your father in the first place.

‘Hey, dad. Did you stop paying my monthly allowance?’

‘Yes, I did.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you graduated and are over 18.’

‘But you can’t do that… You and mom settled on it in the divorce contract. Until I’ve graduated college you can’t just stop.’

‘I don’t want to talk about this over text.’

Gritting his teeth, Jotaro put down your phone right as Jolyne came walking back in.

“What’s up, dad?” She asked, her brows furrowing.

Waving his hand a bit, Jotaro grunted in dismissal. “I’ll discuss it once Y/N is back down.”

Nodding softly, Jolyne then slid the mug in front of her closer, looking inside before softly chuckling. “Hot cocoa while we eat curry, really?”

“Oh shut it.” Jotaro huffed as he looked to the side, a blush appearing on his face. “It is Y/N’s comfort drink.”

Smiling softly, Jolyne then reached out, grabbing onto the man’s arm. “I know. Thank you, dad.”

Looking back, he nodded softly, placing his hand over hers and giving it a small squeeze.

It took about twenty minutes for you to calm down enough that you felt presentable and wouldn’t break down at the first mention, dressed in a mix of Jolyne’s and Jotaro’s clothes - Jolyne having forgotten to properly do her laundry, causing in a shortage of clean clothes and forcing her to borrow from her dad’s closet for you.

Walking inside the living room, you were met with the Kujo’s sitting at the table, plates of food in front of themselves while they were quietly talking, all the while a third plate sat at the head of the table, waiting for you.

“Ohh.. you really didn’t have to, I’m really not hungry.” You smiled awkwardly as you walked over, yet the both of them just looked at you while Jotaro pushed your chair out with his foot.

“Sit. You need to eat, c’mon.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek you nodded and just sat down. You had to admit, it smelled absolutely divine. Jotaro never failed to make something delicious whenever he cooked and it was always something you looked forward to whenever you stayed for a sleepover.

That’s all I had. But given the title you can guess how this was gonna end :3

#I might have put a little bit too much of my own life in this #but it’s my therapeutic writing #i needed it then #jotaro x reader #part 6 jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x you #jolyne x reader #jolyne cujoh

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qa-senpai · 2 years ago

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Getting caught watching/reading spicy graphic.

Characters: Scaramouche, Aether, Xiao.

Warnings: Slight nsfw at Xiao & scaramouche's Part

AETHER

You were peacefully watching a Korean love story series. Headphones on, snacks already beside you as you enjoyed watching.

You were too focus to the story as you didn't hear Aether shouts, calling your name.

Soon you notice the scene started to heat up as the scene went far from kissing. You bit your lips as your imagination wanders everywhere. Trying to make yourself in the position of that person right now. (Just like rn you're reading this 😀🫶🏻)

Suddenly someone grab your headset from you, when you're about to complain, you saw in Aether's face, he was Speechless. Full embarrassment spreads around his face.

"Is this the reason you didn't answer back?-"

He was still too shock to proceed what he just witness. His S/O watching something so... Vulgar made his heart itch.

Your face went dark red and began to shut down the tablet.

"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK I SWEAR! IT JUST GOT SPICY SUDDENLY OKAY? AT FIRST IT WAS JUST KISSING THAT'S ALL!"

you're trying to defend yourself while aether didn't buy it as he went to the corner of the room mumbling something like-

"My sweet innocent S/O has been... Discarded"

"HEY! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!?"

Poor aether, he was so traumatized. You better reassured him that it was a misunderstanding or he will change the WIFI password on you 😜

XIAO

You were in the library, your usual place to read whatever you like. This time you have manage your time so that you have at least 1 hour for reading.

Soon you went to your secret shelf hiding the book from anyone and even Xiao.

You were so excited to read the part till it's finished.

You quickly move to where you had left and it's where the Hardcore graphic shown.

You tried to hide your grin by covering your mouth and continue reading.

You were caught up with your imagination by the part as you could feel yourself in that position with Xiao.

You didn't realize you started to rub your thighs together and mumbled the word "m-mh.. xiao~"

"Excuse me?"

Your eyes widen as you quickly turn around to see Xiao standing behind you with his jaw dropped.

"WH- WHEN DID YOU...!?" You shout whisper.

"Y-you called my name..! So I thought something happened to you, so I came as fast as I can!" His face was red as he look away from you.

"tf are you readin- are you stupid to read something like that in the library!?"

"IT'S NON OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

Congratulations, you're both now blushing and started to avoid each other for a week after the incident.

Soon he couldn't take it anymore and rushed to your room while panting. "come here, you need proper punishment for ignoring me."

SCARAMOUCHE

You've got some nerve to mess with him.

You were in scaramouche's bedroom Watching extreme graphic.

You were planning to rilled him up and wanting to see his annoyed expression. So you had this all plan up.

Being the naughty girl/boy you're, you purposely put the volume up so it could be heard downstairs. He was in the kitchen too making you both for dinner 😭✋🏻

You glared at the door and start to think of an idea when he decides to go upstairs.

You waited and footsteps could be heard miles away. You smirk and naughtly bounce up and down on the bed while moaning his name out.

"A-ah, Kuni... ~"

The door got slammed open, you jolted and saw the scary look on his face.

"K-kuni!? W-when did you..!?" You fake your shock look.

God, Scara just standing there giving you a menacing look , like he's about to eat his prey.

"Heh, the audacity..." You could hear the annoyance in his tone.

"Hah? What audacity?~" you play dumb and keep teasing him by rocking your hips against the pillow while the scene was still on.

"Stupid, slut. here I am cooking for dinner while you have your time occupied by useless things. Useless as expected. "

God, you love it when he degrades you. (if you're a masochist 🫠)

"but Kuni, I know you've done this multiple times when you're at work right-"

Before you could finish your sentence he rush towards you, Slamming the tablet aside as it shuts down automatically by the fall.

"H-HEY! MY TABLET!-"

quickly grab your hands above your head and hold your chin harshly as threat spreads around his aura right now.

"Let's see how long that pretty mouth of yours can be turn off, just like I did to that fucking tablet of yours. "

He moves his hand from your chin towards your shirt.

"if you could cum more then 3 times before 45 minutes then consider yourself lucky because I left the oven on." (He's just bluffing to pay you back-)

Your eyes widen "YOU WHA-!?"

"I won't stop till I get what I want, if you can't do that then let the house burn down along with your pitiful state, so everyone can see how much of a whore you're for my cock."

Good luck 🤞🏻

#genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche smut #scaramouche headcanon #xiao x reader #xiao smut #xiao genshin smut #xiao genshin x reader #xiao genshin impact #aether genshin impact #aether headcanons #xiao headcanons #xiao genshin headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin smut

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bajistadiamond · 2 years ago

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Yuu and the Magical Power of Songs

Yuu Singer, Pomefiore (I Put a Spell on You)

Things were ant-colored.

Since Yuu has weird dreams he takes them as premonitions.

His most recent dream let her know that the Overblot de Vil was about to happen.

On the day of the VDC/SDC everything seemed normal, even Epel was super motivated. But then it all went down the tubes when the Royal Sword Academy held their practice.

Yuu watched as Vil's eyes lost their shine and became vacant before turning elsewhere.

Jamil, Kalim and Rook also realized what was going to happen. So they took the reins. When Ace, Deuce, Epel went for snacks, Jamil told Yuu to go with them and if he found Ruggie to stay with him.

Yuu didn't want to go and leave Kalim and Jamil alone, but Jamil was very convincing.

After some time with his friends, Yuu saw Ruggie.

The hyena beast boy noticed the white-haired man's concern and asked him what was wrong.

Before Yuu could reply, a ruckus broke out as Neige Leblanche arrived.

Using the neuron that sometimes worked, Grim asked his "minion" if he noticed anything strange in Neige's eyes.

Yuu saw it, it was Jamil's magic. Which meant that Negie was only here as a distraction.

Concerned Ruggie asked again what was wrong. Yuu looked at the stadium, noticing a nearly invisible purple magic dome.

Yuu told the boys to go to the stadium, that he would catch up with them later.

They understood the situation and when they left he summarized things for Ruggie. Beast boy looked at Yuu seriously. "Leona is sleeping, what do you need me to do?" Yuu smiled and hugged him. "Go with the flow." He said the white haired one before calling Crowley.

Crowley was very worried.

They may say that he is lazy or negligent with his work as NRC director, but he cares deeply for his students.

As one of the most powerful magicians on the "Island of the Sages" he can sense the disturbances in the magic of the place; not at the level of a fae, but he's still enough to feel an Overblot unleashed.

As he ponders how to fix the problem without alerting everyone on campus, he receives a call. "Yuu?" He wonders looking at his cell phone before answering. "Yuu, what…?" "No time to explain, I need access to the island-wide public address system." Yuu said interrupting Dire.

Yuu knew that Neige wouldn't be distracting enough, so he thought of hypnotizing everyone. Not only those present on campus but also the island in general so that nothing was leaked to the media.

Crowley wanted to ask what crazy thing his favorite student was going to do, but now there was no time. "Ok~ Explain to me later." He said before ending the call and sending Yuu the access link and password.

Ruggie couldn't believe Crowley gave that to Yuu and when she asked how he did it, Yuu smiled mischievously. "Privileges of the voice of the gods".

Yuu quickly accessed the system, but for the song he was going to use he required another person. He looked around and saw Azul at a vegan burger stand. "Azul!". He called the silver-haired Yuu.

Azul looked at Yuu and blushed because they found him eating, but before he could say anything Yuu grabbed his arm. "There is no time to explain or eat; I need your help." Azul looked at Ruggie, the beast boy shrugs.

After a while, they reach Main Street; the place is empty. "Okay, trust me." Yu tells Ruggie and Azul. The second years look at each other and then nod at Yuu.

They completely trust him.

Yuu smiled determinedly and activated the PA system…

~I put a spell on you~

~And now you're mine~

Yuu's voice was an eerie whisper. Yuu was very much against using her gift to control people, but it was an emergency and what better way to do it than with a super iconic song.

You can't stop the things I do~

I ain't lyin' ~

Ruggie and Azul couldn't believe their ears; the song that Yuu sang was a Halloween urban legend. They at that moment felt their magic increase, as if they were absorbing the magic of others to make them more susceptible to mind control.

It's been three hundred years~

Right down to the day~

Every being on the island or who could hear the speakers suddenly went blank. Yuu had in mind that those who were busy doing some work would do it robotically so they wouldn't get hurt.

Now the witch is back~

Yuu snapped his fingers creating a dome of colors over the entire island; The boy was surprised that he could create it, it was one of the biggest things he has created using the magic around him. Azul and Ruggie couldn't help but smile in amazement. "He has come a long way; I must give him a raise in his work." He thought the one with glasses. "How handsome and." The hyena boy thought; Yuu looked at him and winked causing a blush.

And there's hell to pay~

Negie was one of the last on the NRC campus to fall under hypnosis. He did not understand what was happening, but he knew that he was not in danger; a voice said over and over again that he trust. It might always be something innocent and witty, but he knew that that voice wasn't lying.

I put a spell on you~

And now you're mine~!

Yuu motioned for Ruggie and Azul to follow him. The three of them walked swaying their hips and mischievous smiles; in a way Yuu looked like he was the absolute master of the place. The song itself made him feel that way, but Yuu wasn't seduced by the power. His teacher taught him that many songs had the emotions of the original person who sang them; "I put spell on you" was made by Winifred to control Salem, so the song itself caused you to seek power. That was the reason why Yuu looked for trustworthy people, they helped keep his feet on the ground.

Hello Night Raven College

My name´s Yuu Ross!

What´s yours?

Each being fell under the enchantment of the voice of the gods, they danced and moved to the rhythm of the song. However, there is a being that was not entirely under that control. A certain fae was unaware of anything as he strolled through the forest in a state of bliss. He had been invited to an event by Yuu, he couldn't handle his happiness.

I put a spell on you~

And now you're gone~

Gone~, gone~, gone~, so long~! Azul and Ruggie sang with mocking gestures of distance.

My whammy fell on you~

And it was strong~

So strong~, so strong~, so strong~! "This power is intoxicating." Azul and Ruggie thought as they felt more power than they had in their core.

"Ok, more concentration." Yuu thought as he felt the slight attempts of the song to corrupt him and his choir accompanists. Yuu caused magic to swirl in his heart and turn him into a purifying light that drove away the whispers of the song's original composer.

Your wretched little lives~

Have all been cursed~

'Cause of all the witches working~

I'm the worst~

Yuu looked at the coliseum and the dome formed by Vil's overblot magic. The young man hoped that his gift had put everything on pause there. And certainly, as Yuu wanted, the VDC group from Night Raven College did not budge. The only one of that group who noticed that was Vil, who in his unstable mental state was screaming for not being able to move.

I put a spell on you~

And now you're mine~

The magic also added a few things to Yuu, Ruggie and Azul's wardrobe. Yuu, who was already wearing a white lace shirt and black pants and boots, got a purple corset over his shirt and a forest green tunic decorated with Celtic symbols and diamonds. Ruggie, who was wearing a PE tracksuit, got a short-sleeved pastel pink tunic and long gloves with floral designs. As for Azul who wore the dormitory leader uniform she got a complete outfit; His jacket lengthened into a skirt and turned red, his hat changed to a black veil edged in gold, and his shoes changed to brown boots.

Watch out~! Watch out~!

Watch out~! Watch out~

She ain’t lyin’ ~

Azul and Ruggie stomped viciously through the mesmerized getting carried away with the fun moment... Azul saw Jade and Floyd in the crowd, he walked towards them; he planted a kiss on Jade's nose and one on the Floyd´s cheek. Ruggie saw Leona asleep as his tail swayed to the music; he took a soda from a food stall and poured it on the lion… Maybe he will die later, but it would be worth it.

If you don't believe~

You better get superstitious~

Ask my friends

"Ooh, he's vicious~!" Azul and Ruggie whispered as if it were a secret.

Uh~!, Eeh~!

Yuu pointed from left to right with his arms and shook his head in a dance that was imitated by those closest to him.

You might also like~

Yuu looked at Azul and Ruggie with a slight evil smile, which they imitated. The song didn't corrupt them, they couldn't help but get carried away with the fun. Yuu decided to spice up the place by adding a couple of jack-o'-lanterns made of ice.

I put a spell on you...

A wicked spell~

I put a spell on you...

Oh Yeah~!

Crowley watched from his window everything. Despite the fact that his office was surrounded by shields and anti-spell wards, his shoulders moved with rhythm. The director looked at the coliseum before sighing. "I hope Ambrose doesn't find out about this." He thought with a frown.

Ah, say into pi, alpha maybe upendi~

Ah, say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!

In comma-coriyama~

Hey!, hey

High!, high!

Say bye~

The two chorister boys and the owner of the "voice of the gods" sang in opera-worthy tones, which surprised even them. The three raised their hands to heaven as they reached the end of the memorable performance that no one will ever know and remember.

Bye-bye~!

Oh-oh-ah

Bye, bye~!

With the final pose, the magic returned the outfit to its normal state in a flash. The dome that surrounded the island and while it was there the hypnosis would be maintained... It won't last long though.

Yuu looked at Ruggie and Azul. "Ok, any questions you have…" "You'll answer them later." Azul interrupted him while he adjusted his glasses. The hyena beast boy nodded. "shishishi~ don't worry Yuu, go save the day." Yuu smiled before stroking the hyena's head and ears causing a purr and a deep blush. "See you later~" Yuu assured them before running to the coliseum. There was a moment of silence before Azul cleared his throat. "So…you and Yuu?" Ruggie looked at Azul. "That is not of you incumbence." Azul nodded at what Ruggie said. "And besides, we haven't dormized anything yet." Azul looked at him blankly. Even he had already discussed things with the Leech twins. "Sometimes love makes you stupid." He thought the silver haired one.

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 2 months ago

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s4 episode 21 thoughts

this episode had me entirely TRANSFIXED. at no moment did i know what was going to happen next, and i badly wanted to learn!! rejoice: a skinner episode!!! where he is driven to desperation by how much he loves his agents! i truly do not think i could have asked for more!!

(okay, scully wasn't there, which is usually my number one priority... but hear me out: the episode was still SO good despite her absence, which is a testament to some HIGH QUALITY WRITING)

so!! back to my live report from approximately 24 hours ago, when i began my journey into this rollercoaster of an ep. take it away, past juni:

after last episode, i have gone through all of the emotions known to humankind. i am interested to see where we will go next, having ventured into those uncharted waters. perhaps these waters will be more… charted.

A SKINNER EPISODE!!! he’s framed for murder AGAIN??? he can’t keep being put in these circumstances bro 😭

why would skinner cover up a death caused by bees??? that seems pretty cut and dry. bees did it. nobody’s fault. unless they’re secret FBI bees the world isn’t supposed to know about…? obviously the doctor is going to say “yup, bees did it, not humans”, right?? i mean if someone dies of bee stings i assume it’s very obvious??? and that no murder charges would be filed?? because?? bees did it??

(author's note: lmao. what a fool i was)

skinner. i am ready to learn more about you.

we open at a place that ships packages. this woman (jane) needs a cigarette. her friend (later revealed to be named misty) is telling her to quit smoking. i’m not sure that is an effective strategy.

jane runs to the bathroom and is going to smoke in there??? not even outside??? what was going ON in the 90's!!!

but oh no! some bees emerge from the bathroom sink. MANY MANY MANY BEES. someone please call that lady on tiktok that scoops hives out with her hands while whispering into the camera “another great day of saving the beeeeeeees” (god i hope she’s doing well)

bee swarm of intense proportions is going on rn. can you buy bees at the store? is that what they did for filming this? order a bunch of bees at the bee store?? huh.

anyway, they’re approaching jane the cigarette lady very very quickly. they’re in the stall!!! she’s smacking at them!!

but cig lady’s friend misty is getting concerned. she goes to the bathroom to fetch her friend where she finds… an empty bathroom?? free of bees. with only a smoking cigarette on the floor and DEAD JANE COVERED IN BEE STINGS!!!!!!!

WHERE DID THE BEES GO MAN!!!

dang. those bee stings are gnarly. shoutout makeup team.

skinner is looking at jane's files. why does this interest you, skinner?? why is he deleting them?? probably because he does not consider insect related cases FBI matters

WAIT! HE WASN’T ON HIS COMPUTER…. HE WAS ON MULDER’S!!!

WHAT!!! (we need to give this reveal some space to sink in)

... he knows mulder's passwords……?

skinner. WHAT are you hiding!!! i used to hate him and then i sort of liked him and then i hated him and now i am affectionate towards him. we must not begin the cycle again!!!

well, now i’m invested.

intro time. and i'm still laughing about that tweet of scully serving three quarters profile in her badge pic

after so many shortened intros, this one felt long!!!

skinner is… leaving his house? he has a bookend that looks like an elephant. now what does that say about him… and a what looks like a buddha in the corner. IS this his house??? buddhist skinner confirmed?

he’s taking off a “do not enter” sign and going into the bathroom where the bee incident went down, armed with just a flashlight. and he finds the cigarette, which he flushes. he’s cleaning the bathroom floor with a portable vacuum!! WHAT DOES HE KNOW!!!!!!!

i’m literally soooo invested, i’m not even joking. his ass is on his hands and knees SCRUBBING. what has brought assistant director skinner to this forbidden janitorial work!?!

this is very dark though, screen wise. had to up the brightness.

he finds something oozing from the ceiling. and he sniffs it before wiping it away. gross. is it honey? weird neon honey?

now he’s picking the lock of the MORGUE!!!!!!! is he gonna steal jane’s body??!!!!!! bro what the HELL!!!!

someone in the coroner’s office hears a distant thud and almost finds him TAKING HER BODY!!!!!!!!! it seems he narrowly escaped!!! he hid around the corner and took jane with him…. to a very weird place. he’s climbing up a ladder. is it an incinerator?

bro, he must be strong as hell. anyway, he takes her body and places it in a fire.

my guess is that somehow she was contaminated with secret bee poison and he needs to make sure no one else gets sick from it????? by incinerating the body?? but that doesn’t do anything about the bees themselves??

he’s at the police station now, asking about jane. HE GIVES HIS NAME AS MULDER????? he has a fake badge and everything… omg do NOT get my boy in trouble!!

the policeman shows him a vial of blood from jane, which he replaces with a vial from his own pocket, and wipes the pen he took. ohhhh what is going on!!!!!!

so now he’s going back to his car with the blood. but someone runs out to see him!!! calling “agent mulder”!

it’s the detective who emailed the pictures to the REAL mulder!!! he somehow knows that mulder is part of the x files (which i feel shouldn't be information random people should know) but skinner is trying to say that nothing here warrants his involvement.

he is deeply suspicious. but someone is watching him!!!!!!!! who is this mystery fellow watching this go down????

skinner is get undressed at 3:55 AM. and it IS his house with the elephant and the buddha!!!

SKINNER FOLLOWS THE FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS AND THE EIGHTFOLD PATH, LET'S GOOOO 🔥🔥🔥

(that is a more interesting interpretation than him keeping a buddha around as decor, but hey, pick your headcanon as you please)

and who shows up but REAL MULDER!!!! AT 4 AM??? BRO WHAT IS HE DOING?? he should be on his couch!!!! sleeping!!

he has been trying to reach skinner…. OHHHH HE CLOCKED RIGHT AWAY THAT THERE IS A COVERUP!!!

and the detective was SHOT AND KILLED!!!!

(my friend called me at this point to tell me that liam payne died. this has absolutely no relevance on the episode, but it did lead to me pausing for a half hour to share this news with others. and it would feel inappropriate to not include it in the write up)

mulder knows someone forged his name at the lab and he just wants skinner’s help!!

NO!!! SCULLY IS IN THE HOSPITAL SO SHE CAN’T HELP…. HER DOCTOR SAYS HER TUMOR MIGHT BE METASTASIZING… NO NO NO not my poor sweet scully...

no scully this episode…. this is sad :(

skinner is doubly gagged…… maybe even triply gagged between the revelation of the detective being killed, mulder being onto him, and scully being in the hospital. he is flabbergasted, one might even say.

he’s going somewhere in very tight pants. someone tries to hit him with a car?!?

IT’S CSM!!!! and the guy from before who was watching the exchange with the detective go down!!!!!!

ohhhh skinner has GRABBED him by the collar and is yelling that he MURDERED him!!! but CSM says to keep his voice down

“i wouldn’t get too comfortable on your moral high ground, mr. skinner. this only happened because you left your job unfinished” <- hey WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

(i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again… CSM’s voice is so soothing. tell me a story, scary man)

skinner says that he has followed CSM’s instructions…. and when skinner points out that the detective didn’t have to die, he says that he is “in no position to question the terms of our arrangement”

is this the deal he negotiated with to try and save scully???? and is it even working if she’s in the hospital right now??

he tries to say they have no arrangement and walk away, but CSM basically says well, i’ll have my bestie here kill you. and so skinner saunters off in his very tight pants, defeated.

he wakes up on the couch to a phone ringing. and it’s mulder saying that jane's body was stolen, and all the evidence has been cleaned. “slow down” “i’m sorry sir, but i can’t” <- his brain was in overdrive!!

mulder figured out the replacement blood wasn’t jane's because she has a different folate serum level and skinner seems to be cursing himself for such a mistake. a good catch on mulder's part.

he has one lead, and it’s the make of the gun. but skinner realizes something… his gun isn’t in his desk!!! WHAT!! NO NO NOOOOOO

he calls CSM and growls that “you can’t do this”……. he says that the man died so skinner could have what he wanted… what does that mean…

A CURE FOR AGENT SCULLY??????

WHAT!!!!

what does that have to do with the bees!!!

“if anything happens to her, i will expose you” <- OHHHH HE IS NOT MESSING AROUND!!! he said i'll get us both thrown in prison if you fuck with my agents!!!!

“i don’t care what happens to me” <- OHHHH MY GOD I’M RIPPING OFF MY SHIRT IN BIBLICAL LEVELS OF GRIEF. he loves her.

“agent scully stands to live a full and healthy life. i would hope the same for you, mr. skinner” <- no no no no no. please don’t kill him. please? for me?

(this made me picture a world without skinner and it was very sad. do not make me imagine this ever again. i won't stand for it)

this episode has me HOOKED!!!!!

back at the shipping warehouse, skinner is being led to the restroom. the bee incident only went down yesterday!!!! he finds more of the yellow goop… and says he needs a hammer

he’s beating the hell out of that wall and finds it filled with honeycomb!! but this is probably EVIL honeycomb, right?

why yes, of course. he brings some of the evil honey to someone in maryland with a very cool in-house lab. oh, to be a maryland scientist with an incredible laboratory in the home that i own, because homes were plentiful in those days.

would it help to know that this bee can kill people? “any kind of bee can be lethal” <- well that is not super helpful in this particular case. nor is this fact comforting.

when it seems all hope is lost, bee scientist man finds some royal jelly and a larvae!! so hopefully soon they will have some answers. and now i know what royal jelly is.

oh, turns out 6 months ago mulder called the same guy asking about killer bees… well, he is always up to such activity. he was probably also calling a marine biologist about the loch ness monster. he keeps those DMV area professors BUSY

(author's note: now knowing what this is referring to, i think it is so fascinating to place s4 within a timeline of 6 months!!!!)

skinner is going through the x files folders down in mulder's office. and why the hell does one say “foo fighters” in the background!!! has the FBI finally found what the foo that they are fighting is???

OH!!! he finds the pictures of the child clones working in the honey farm!!! from earlier!! i was wondering if we were ever going to revisit that!!

he sees covarrubias' number on there so he starts to call her… omg…

(i have never seen one of those big rolly things of contact lists before)

but just as he is about to call, mulder walks in!!! he has pictures of the parking lot from the night of the Event… pictures that show a very blurry skinner that he cannot recognize AS skinner, but he’s going to take them over to special photo department, and oh no. oh no.

mulder asks what skinner wanted to tell him and he scrambles to just say he wanted to check on his progress… and i cannot tell if mulder believes him or not

skinner calls covarrubias about the bees. and she has to tell him that there was no bee evidence at all. so skinner counters with: well what if *i* have the bees??? well, then that would change things.

covarrubias is really pretty. while i may not like that she basically became deep throat 3.0, she is very pretty

bee scientist comes home to find all the lights out!!!!! his lights are covered in bees!!! it seems they broke through!!! no no no no!!! they cover his windows!! and he is being swarmed…..

a terrible (or perhaps fitting) end for a man of bee science

mulder calls skinner down to show him the body of the bee scientist. and he had symptoms of SMALLPOX???? they put the smallpox in the BEES???? oh my god. new worst nightmare just dropped.

skinner wants to know how he contracted a disease that no longer exists, and yes, it did in fact come from the bees.

mulder thinks that someone is trying to revive the world’s deadliest disease!! oh my god!! how does this relate to the aliens???? i thought i knew at one point but now i don’t!!

skinner asks mulder to tell him what he finds when he goes over to the photo department…

back at the shipping warehouse, skinner is talking to misty, jane’s friend. she clearly knows something but isn’t saying it. jane was misty’s best friend. and they were trying to go on vacation together. </3

OH. THE MEN WHO CAME THERE SAID IF THEY TALKED TO ANYONE SHE WOULD LOSE HER JOB….. they wanted a package!!!!! a damaged package!!

and it was stored right next to the bathroom where jane was found?!!

shipping bees… package gets damaged… bees get loose… smallpox bees everywhere… very bad very bad…

luckily, she can look up the tracking number!!!

back at the photo lab, someone who is not pendrell but looks like him is working on the photo. and mulder says that it is very important to him.

oh, his sad sad face as he realizes who it is…. like somebody punched a baby in front of him.

back at the alien groupchat meeting!! (again i think they’re called the syndicate?? i googled something once and that came up)

CSM is showing them the last remaining bee, saying all others were destroyed. and the body has been sanitized. CSM tries to say it has been taken care of. but the others want answers on what went down.

“should we presume that the trial run is proceeding as planned?” “it’s already begun” <- HEY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN…… and why is the next shot KIDS ON A PLAYGROUND………… with a BEE BUZZING……….

kid gets stung by a bee…… as a ton of other kids ALSO get stung by bees!!!!!!! no!! not the kids!!!!

one kid trips and falls, and when the teacher tries to save him, she is swarmed!!!!!!! and the little kid has horrible marks all over him!!!! as do the other kids!!!!

skinner is here at this hospital to see what is going on… and he tells the doctor that the kids need to be treated for smallpox. this does not go over well with the doctor!!! he says that not only is smallpox no longer around, but it has an 8 day incubation period. well okay. i guess. things have changed.

covarrubias is here!! hold up is her name MARITA and i’ve been getting it wrong this whole time?! editing this post to refer to her by last name instead. i cannot tell if that is a subtitle error or the Truth. i’m sorry miss covarrubias. coh-vah-roo-bee-us.

she called asking about the contents of 7 packages sent to south carolina!!

“you’re a little late to do anything about it” “so are you, apparently” <- ohhh get his ass

she asks wtf is going on, and that she needs to tell the UN so don’t mess around. he hypothesizes that it’s an experiment using bees as carriers for disease. and when skinner says he hasn’t told mulder, she straight up asks if he’s involved OHHHH!! but he denies it.

she says he has to come forward…..

back home. he starts to dial a number but stops, pulling his gun (which is now back in his desk!) out

AND OHHHHH MY GOD MULDER IS HERE AT SKINNER'S PLACE. “PUT THE GUN DOWN AND MOVE AWAY FROM THE DESK” <-OHHHH NO. IT’S GOING DOWN.

ugh this is gonna be a two parter, isn’t it… i had a sneaking suspicion

(it actually wasn't. but you can't blame me there. it was looking pretty close)

OHHHHHHH MULDER WENT THERE…. “you’ve been working with the smoking man all along. you knew when they had my father killed, and you knew when they took scully” <- OHHH MY GOD. his rage is barely contained and he looks like a damn animal.

skinner points out that the lock in his desk was forced open, why would he force his own lock open? and that the police are probably on their way right now.

oh my gosh… i’m holding my breath… is mulder going to believe him? will skinner tell the truth?

“i advised you against a certain course of action some time ago concerning agent scully. i didn’t follow my own advice” <- oh my god........... the confession.............

he was willing to admit to making a deal with the devil for scully... does she know how loved she is...?

mulder gets quiet and says “give me the gun” <- WHAT IS HE THINKING?

someone is firing it into some water? i guess that is how you figure out what the murder weapon is. and the guy says he is absolutely certain this is it.

mulder says they find it in a sewer grate around the corner (but for a moment i fully believed he was going to say it was his). the expert guy breaks the news that unless forensics pulled a print, it’s untraceable because the serial number was cleared off.

skinner leaves at this news. he almost smiles, and i wondered if the expert was going to call him out on such odd behavior. and from there, he goes to meet CSM.

ohhhhh he has the gun to CSM's head!!! “agent scully is dying and you haven’t done a damn thing about it” <- HOLY SHIT!!! CSM’s smirking…. the right bastard

he claims that if skinner kills him, he’ll also kill scully… and that he had saved her life before when he had her returned to mulder.

“but you’ll never know if you pull the trigger, will you?” <- OHHHHHH MY GOD. is he bluffing or not!!!!! how would he have a way to cure her beyond letting one of the aliens he keeps on hold touch her???

SKINNER FIRES THREE SHOTS??????? DID HE SAY FUCK IT AND KILL HIM. IS THIS THE END OF CSM?????

NO. they were JUST behind his head. oh the tension was THICK.

message received. i hope. whoever is on the phone is asking about skinner, saying mulder will be contacting them soon.

it's covarrubias????? she says she’ll tell him what CSM wants her to tell him. WHAT!!!!!

“tell him what he wants to hear” <- HEY WHAT. IS HE GOING TO LIE AND SAY SCULLY IS OKAY????

thus concludes the episode.

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS.

okay, first of all, covarrubias works for CSM. i feel silly for not picking up on that because we KNEW she works for the UN, famously the host of the alien groupchat parties, but i didn't even put it together at all. but just because she works for him doesn't really mean anything, because deep throat and x also nominally worked for him. to what extent is still unclear- maybe they did everything on his orders, stringing mulder along to keep him distracted from learning the truth- or maybe there were aspects of corruption they felt were "safe" to be exposed and lead him along the path for this deeper trap that CSM is laying for him. so we cannot make a covarrubias moral judgement just yet- but we also know we cannot trust her.

next. skinner loves his agents so much, dude. willing to kill AND die for scully to be okay... please think on this for a moment. and then think about it some more. how he told mulder to never make a deal with the devil, then did it himself even though he has so much to lose as the assistant director. and for the rest of his life he'll have to live with knowing he assisted in his murky and horrific plans, including infecting children with the world's deadliest diseases, because he could not stand to lose scully.

there are many kinds of love, some of which are complex and indescribable and cannot be inserted into conventional roles, and i think that is exactly what is going on here. the incalculable love for skinner and his agents.

okay. and mulder trusting skinner SO ABSOLUTELY. showing up at his apartment at 4 AM to ask for help. offering to take out the trash, and the constant updates he provided him on the case. the way his face FELL when he realized it was skinner in the photo. and how he came to believe that skinner knew about or was perhaps even behind the calls to kill his father and kidnap scully. how betrayed and horrified he was. how he must have recalled his mantra of "trust nobody", how he must have been kicking himself for falling into a false sense of security for a man who risked so much for them, but must have, in his mind, been luring him deeper and deeper into a trap. imagine all of that grief about scully being abducted and then getting sick and the loss of his father being placed at skinner's feet. mulder, who never for a second doubted that skinner was innocent in his earlier brush with the law. imagine how incredibly painful that "realization" would have been. and then how he wanted so badly to believe him, but after so many betrayals, it would take more than just a scratched desk for him to do so. but he does. god.

there is an addictive substance placed between the relationships of skinner to mulder and scully. something almost familiar. something almost entirely unspoken except for in a foundational and silent trust.

this episode was really, really good. probably my favorite of the season! i was trying to figure out what exactly was going on and why. it really raised the stakes for skinner, mulder, AND scully in a bunch of different directions: skinner being in CSM's pocket, covarrubias being in CSM's pocket, mulder believing her as she feeds him lies, scully's illness getting worse... whew!

more than anything i love to see the trust between characters tested and pulled, and their bonds put to the limits. so i am very pleased. i will likely be thinking of mulder's animalistic rage as he held the gun to skinner's face for a long, long time. and how skinner quietly admitted to doing what he told mulder not to. by jove. an excellent piece of television.

#shakes this episode up and down like a bottle of soda #I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS HERE.#skinner. the man that you are. the way that you love them. god.#an actual deal with the devil for scully's sake. i'll cry. she is so loved.#AGH i hope the last few episodes are as good as this one was!!#i've been complaining about how dark s4 is and this one was still dark but we got to see characters pushed to their limits #and their motivations and bonds explored which i love #it's felt a bit... trauma for trauma's sake so far this season. so having the pain tell us about the characters felt great.#and i'm invested. i want to know what happens next!!!!#juni's x files liveblog #4x21 #the x files #txf

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HoneyBee

Chapter Six: Thin Patience

‘You’re on thin ice with me. Thin. Fucking. Ice’- (Y/n) (L/n)

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“Alright, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs,” Simmons started. They had been walking for a bit now, coming into contact with a few soldiers along the way. From what (Y/n) had gathered, they had a near death experience with the decepticons-they were lucky to even be alive.

“NBEs?” the brown skinned soldier questioned.

“Non-Biological Extraterrestrials,” Simmons quipped, “Try and keep up with the acronyms.”

(Y/n) and Sam locked eyes, minds in sync as to what was going on. They had no clue about what they were dealing with all these years. From what the other man with Simmons had declared her deceased uncle had worked with them closely. Just how much did he keep secret about their true nature?

“What you're about to see is totally classified.”

They proceeded through the long dark tunnel, and to say they were all shocked was an understatement. The adults stared up at the large cybertronian in front of them, silver jagged plating was seen along with metal claws big enough to wrap around two statues on a college campus. The optics were black-unlit-but the girl couldn't look away from their faceplate. This was the monster she hid underneath her bed each night from; Megatronus-otherwise known as Megatron.

“Dear God. What is this?” The general had spoken.

Banachek looked over to (Y/n) the two making eye contact as he started to move forward, “We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice-probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934.”

“We call him NBE One.” Simmons announced proudly.

Sam looked at his dear friend, “Uh, (Y/n) I think it's time to correct them don't you think?”

The crowd looked towards the girl, she wasn't paying attention to them, simply staring at the war terrorist her grandfather warned her about. When's the last time she read about this monster? Was it three years? She was pretty sure it was longer. It was funny, every last detail in the book was true about his stature-his looks-his gaze-.

“Correct us?” Simmons questioned in disbelief.

The girl scoffed, finally tuning in, “Yea, no offense. But I think my uncle let this limited information go far too long,” She looked over at Banachek, sympathy lacing her eyes,” You got everything wrong. He is not NBE One, he's Megatron. Cyberons most fiercest war terrorist and leader of the Decepticons; you see-it was him that led to the fall of their own planet. Killing millions of his own kind to achieve one thing,”

She looked at them venom lacing her tone, “Power,”

Simmons stepped towards her, the two having a non verbal conversation. The man's eyes scream one thing, ‘continue’.

“ In fact he wasn't even the fist one here, there have been other ‘NBEs’ actually known as Cybertronians-”

“(Y/n),” Sam whispered hastily, “Let's not give them a proper history lesson right now alright-!”

“No,” The general stepped forward. “Let the girl talk, she seems to know a lot more than we do.”

(Y/n) turned to Banachek, “How long has he been like that?”

“He’s been in cryostasis since 1935.” He turned to Sam, a proud resolve, “Your great-great-great grandfather and your (GG/n) made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind.”

“Second greatest,” (Y/n) corrected, “Of cybertronian knowledge perhaps. The first one you guys know of though. It's just not considered the first is it?”

Simmons turned to her in shock, “How did you-”

She simply pulled out the necklace, it had started to emit a glow of blue since she arrived, “I'm going to ask you this only once; Where is Estella? Aka NBE two.” The two men looked at each other in disbelief and concern, causing the girl to frown. “There's no need to hide it now I know you guys have her here.”

“That's the thing,” Simmons responded, “Your uncle used to have the password to her area, now it's gone-along with his memory.”

The necklace fell back on the girl's chest, her confidence crumbling, “ What? But my grandmother told me-,”

“The information was confidential, no one knows about the slip up, hence why we can only deeply apologize that there will be no closer that you're looking for.” said Banachek. The two looked at each other for a long moment until when no one was looking the man sent a quick wink her way-giving her everything she already needed to know. Her uncle wasn’t foolish, he made sure at least two or three people had that password.

“Fact is, you are looking at the source of modern age,” Simmons continued, “the microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him-NBE One. That's what we call it.”

“Him,” (Y/n) corrected once again, the agent turned to her agitated. It was clear as day he was clearly jealous of her family and the secrets they held, but she wouldn't put it past them-judging from their dead set ‘facts’ they came up with she wouldn't want to share important information with them either.

“And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?” The general questioned.

“Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security.”

“Well you got one now!”

Lennox finally decided to speak, “So why earth?”

“It's the allspark,” (Y/n) answered his question.

“All spark? What is that?”

The girl wanted to throw her family book at their head in response. At this point they were using her as a damn dictionary rather than a well informed individual. Everyone seemed useless in this situation rather than Sam and Mikaela. She turned to her best friend, waving a hand saying he had the floor.

“Well, yeah, they came here looking for some sort of cube looking thing.” The teenage boy tried to explain.

God dammit Sam!

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “How many times have I told you Sam, it's practically the most sacred thing on their planet and has the power to bring back life itself! Its the most important we get it before he does-”

“Anyway,” Sam held up his hand in sass, “Mr. NBE One here, aka Meagtron-that's what they call him, whos pretty much the harbinger of death-just like (Y/n) told you-wants to use the cube to transform human technology to take over the universe,” They turned back to his friend a cocky look on his face, “That's their plan.”

The girl pursed her lips, “I don't know if I want to slap you because you cut me off or give you a high five because you actually remembered everything I told you.”

Simmons paused for a moment, “And you two are sure about that?”

“Yeah,”

“Yep,” The two synced.

(Y/n) smirked immediately knowing where this is going to go, “You guys know where it is, don't you?”

Banacke looked between the two of them, “Follow me.”

The two teens looked at each other before following suit along with the soldiers behind them. (Y/n) continued to survey her surroundings as she took in the atmosphere of the place as they walked through the narrow hallways, she couldn't believe her own uncle-the one she didn't know she had-walked through these halls numerous times and still kept secrets from the government about a cybertronians true nature.

“You're about to see our crown jewel,” Simmons led them into a yellow bricked room with old pictures of seven men hung along the wall. She was surprised that her and Sam's grandfathers were not there. They did make history after all.

(Y/n)’s mouth dropped at the sight before her, a geeky smile tracing her plump lips as she gazed through the window. It was beyond what she had imagined of the cube to look like, the spare object was as tall as the large cavern of the building, nearly taking up the whole space of the room itself. Down below she could see scientists working diligently as they examined it, she found it a bit cruel her family hid its fully functioning nature-it would've saved them years of research.

Sam chuckled beside her, “Better than what you imagined?”

“Yeah,” His friend uttered breathlessly, “It is.”

The agent cut into their comfortable atmosphere, “Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand BC,” The man informed looking at (Y/n), “The first seven didn't find it until 1913.They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete, a perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or alien species on the outside.”

The girl froze for a moment before slowly turning to him, “Sir, with all do respect I don't think everything was thought through,” The Agents and Soldiers looked at her confused, “You said that this was the perfect way of hiding its energy from aliens on the outside correct?”

“Yeah,” Simmons scoffed

She stepped up to him with her stance firm, “There's two whole aliens in this facility. And you didn't think that maybe one of them would wake up and take it away? Especially the bringer of death NBE One?”

This stunned the others in the room, Sam breathing faint “holy shit” as it dawned on him that they really messed up in regards to that calculation.

But Banachek didn't waver, only nodding at her instead , “I understand that concern but NBE One has shown no activity ever since he was found by Witwicky.”

(Y/n) only hummed but it didn't ease the pit rumbling at the bottom of her stomach. There were warning signs practically ringing in every direction for her in regards to this whole ordeal, with Megatron here and the Deceipticons looking for him it wasn't safe for the cube to be down here, nor was it safe for them to be down here when a potential bomb goes off. Did they honestly want her to believe that Megatron wasn't playing them all this time? Estel most definitely would have warned them if she hadn't been offlined, she loved the human race too much to do so-from what she gathered from her grandmother anyway.

“Wait back up,” The lady cut in, “You said the dam hides the Cubes energy. What kind exactly?” The question seemed to be for her, but she ignored it and waited for the agents to answer instead. Her mouth was getting dry from answering too many questions.

“Good question,”

It wasn't long before they were taken to another enclosed room, what stood out the most was the big blue transparent box with men surrounding it. The wires and small room could only tell her one thing that this was a form of an experiment room of some kind. “Please step inside. They have to lock us in.”

She stood beside Sam and Mikeala, the girl noticed their hands intertwined with one another's for a minute-just a glimpse-and decided to clasp her own hands together in reassurance. Although her mind did drift back to a certain soft big hand and sharp blue eyes-.

Fuck. Now wasn't the time for her mind to wander.

“Oh wow,” Epps uttered, looking at the scratches along the wall. They didn't seem too big but they were long and sharp enough to penetrate through metal, “What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?”

“Oh, no, man,” The hacker argued, “Freddy Kruegar has four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine!” The man laughed and (Y/n) did for a bit stopping when she saw Sam's done expression.

“That's very funny,” Simmons said with a straight face. The laughter was gone when they noticed his serious tone. “Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell Phone?”

The man went through his pockets, “I got a phone,” He tossed to Simmons.

They headed over to the blue box in the room each being handed a pair of goggles, (Y/n) stared anxiously as Simmons placed the phone inside the box shutting it tightly

“Okay,” Simmons whispered, “Nokias are real nasty. You gotta respect the Japanese, they know the way of the samurai.”

“Nokia is from Finland.” The woman might as well keep it to herself, there was no correcting the agent.

The afro haired girl grimaced, her grandmother had a Nokia.

“Were able to use the Cubes radiation and funnel it into that box,” Simmons started flipping the devices on to start up the machine

They watched the gadget hover over the phone before a blue laser contracted into the metal device below. The girl got goosebumps as she heard the familiar sound before the phone transformed right before their eyes. She couldn't believe it, the cube could actually give life!

“Bro what the-”

“Wow,” (Y/n) muttered in amazement. She leaned in closer to get a better look along with Micheala, the new cybertronian didn't like the attention and proceeded to ram itself in their direction. It was a good thing it only hit the glass, but the two girls did lean back when it proceeded to shoot at its barrier.

“Mean little sucker, huh?”

(Y/n) hummed, “Mean and confused.”

“Man that thing is freaky!”

It got worse from there, the bullets and shots were cracking the box. The little guys were close to its escape, Simmons wasn't going to allow it. The gasp the girl let out was involuntary as a large shock ran through the box killing the new life instantly. She immediately grabbed onto Sam, anxiety racking through her, as she thought about the black and yellow scout.

“S-Sam,” the girl whispered, “Bumblebee.”

As soon as the words left her lips the lights started to flicker overhead as well as an alarm sounding off. Her heart hammered in her chest, she knew that this would happen-that this facility wasn't the safest with the war terrorists here along with the cube. It was practically a suicide wish.

“They're here,” (Y/n) announced.

The general nodded to her in agreement, “Gentlemen, they know the cube is here”

“Along with their leader,”

“Banachek, what's going on?!”

“The NBE One hanger has lost power-”

“What?!”

“The backup generator is just not gonna cut it!”

“I told you so,” (Y/n) looked at Simmons, “Putting them both in the same place is a room for disaster-”

Sam sighed, “(Y/n)! Really?”

“I'm just making sure he knows their mistake!” Sure it wasn't the time to be petty, but she told them that it wasn't a good idea and they completely brushed her off. It felt good to show these smart asses she was right.

Lenoxx made his way over quickly, “Do you have an arms room?”

Oh. Guns against large robot aliens. How nice.

They were all flushed out of the room in haste, Sam made sure to have a good grip on the two girls as they followed behind the soldiers closely.

“Everyone into the NBE One Chamber now!”

The area was a mess, she watched so many people running all over the place in adrenaline. Anticipation and fear clouding their eyes at the situation at hand, she could only imagine the amount of scientists who did not sign up for the fighting part on the field, only the endless studying that would be conducted over the course of their lifetime.

That's why when they were running down the hall shye almost forgot the most important person she wanted to see, even though she tried to halt her movements Sam only strengthened his hold. The boy had his nerves on edge, making sure his best friend stayed by his side at all times; and she could understand that, it hasn't been the best twenty four hours.

“They're popping our generators!”

This only made the girl try to turn in the other direction once more, “Sam! We have to get to Bumblebee-”

“I know! Give me a second to get them to understand.”

Sam didn't mean to snap at her, she knew he didn't. From the way his eyes were blown open, face drenched in sweat to the distressed crease of his brows. It was a good thing they eventually made it to the room, the teens watched as the soldiers and men started to arm themselves. Of course (Y/n) tried to grab for one only for Epps to quickly take it away.

“Uh uh, until you're properly trained with this thing-you're not holding one,”

The lights started to go off again causing the room to still for a moment, everyone's breaths heightened-eyes wide with fear. (Y/n) has had enough and stormed up to Simmons.

“You gotta take us to see Bumblebee,”

The agent looked at her baffled, “Who-?”

“My car! She's talking about my car,” Sam butt in, “You have to take us to go see him. He knows exactly what to do with the cube!”

Simmons shook his head, “The car? It's confiscated.”

“Then un-confiscate it!”

“We don't know-”

A gun was held to the side of the agent's head, the room went still, “Listen here asshole! I’m frankly sick and tired of running in circles with you fucking government heads thinking you know everything when you dont,” There was guns drawn, some men aiming at the afro haired girl while others where aimed at the sector seven men as shouts started to fill the room. But she ignored them, along with Sam's pleas to put it down.

“Now that I have all of your attention, let me explain this to you quickly since we don't have enough time. Right now you have two options,” The girl turned her head to the other men in the room to make sure they were listening, “One, we can continue to have an autobot scout-the one trying to save our planet-still confiscated by your men and have the decepticon leader-Megatron the war terrorist- leave with the cube and terrorform this planet. Or Number Two, you un-confiscate Bumblebee-Sam's car- give him the cube getting to the other autobots to save this planet.”

The girl looked back at Simmons, cocking an eyebrow, “Which will it be?” The agent was taking too long to answer, so she added to her statement, “Or you can take too long to answer, and I take matters into my own hands and kill you and save the world myself.”

Simmons laughed nervously, “With what army?”

“The ones behind her,” Lennox chimed in, “I was going to take you down myself, but the little lady seems to have beat me to it.”

“Drop your weapon, Baby girl,” Epps uttered softly, “We got this.”

(Y/n) didn't listen, only staring at the man in front of her with anguish between her eyes. The gun felt foreign in her hand, it didn't feel like a toy; it was cold, heavy and deadly. Three things she used to be afraid of, the same thing she was so used to having pointed at her only for it to be placed in her hands.

The agent recognized the look in her eyes and his frown deepened, “That look is so familiar, your uncle used to have it all the time within the first years on me being here,” The girl did not smile or waver, simply held the gun to his head, “ Your not gonna give me the option are ya?”

“Listen to me closely,” The girl leaned in , her eyes slitted, “You're on thin ice with me. Thin. Fucking. Ice.”

“Agent Simmons,” The general spoke up.

The agent's eyes stayed locked on the girl, “Yes sir?”

“I'd do what she says,” He spoke clearly, “Losing isn't for any of these guys, and from what I've learned-neither is it for this girl.”

A moment of silence.

Simmons looked back and forth between (Y/n) and the general before nodding his head, silently agreeing, “Alright, alright, alright. You want to lay the fate of the world on these kids' camaro? That's cool.”

The girl retracted the gun with a heavy breath released, she looked back at Epps and tried handing the gun back over. (Y/n) felt like a little kid going behind her parents back and getting another toy after the first one was taken away, it was what she just did. She grabbed another gun when the lights were flickering when the soldier was distracted.

The soldier simply shook his head, “No you keep it. You're gonna need it later.”

“I don't want it. It feels wrong to hold it.” She admitted softly.

“Trust me,” Lennox placed a hand on her shoulder, “As a soldier who has fought as long as we have. Sometimes we don't like picking these things up, there's a huge responsibility behind it. And it's heavy. Trust me when I say this-that decision you just made was needed; and not everyone could have had the courage to do what you just did.”

~ ✯ ~

It was haunting, (Y/n) doesn't think she could ever get it out of her mind. The pained whirrs she heard coming from the cybertronian was heard all the way down the hall, causing the girl to run faster than the rest of the men. Sam and Mikeala were right behind her, their pace catching up with each foot leading them to the double doors.

The afro haired girl pushed through the doors screaming out for the scout, shoving past security, “Let him go! Bumblebee!”

“Stop!”

Sam grabbed a man stopping the icing process the best he could along with Mikeala doing the same on the other side. The three teens were quick with their pace, grabbing and disarming the men as Banachek and Simmons ordered everyone to stand down in the room. The pained whirrs slowly diminished but the girl could still hear the discomfort Bumblebee had, he was confused and upset.

“Bee!” (Y/n) watched as the scout sat up at the shout of her voice, his optics immediately locking on hers, “Are you okay? Can you move? Are you okay-”

“They didn't hurt you right?” Sam cut in.

Bumblebee grew annoyed, frustration building as he activated his helmet, rolling over and aiming his cannon and the previous offenders that had him strapped down to the table. Sometimes it was so hard for the scout to love humankind, the list just got longer with the many things they have done to him on this planet. He waved it around for a moment making sure no one else was going to hurt him before freezing, noticing movement in the corner of his optics.

(Y/n) had stepped forward, hands in the air with an anxious expression, “Easy, they won't hurt you anymore I promise. Not while I'm here.” The scout had frozen still looking at her before slowly lowering the cannon, then completely transforming it back into a servo once more. He pointed to her, catching her off guard-her expression was confused for a moment before a realization dawned on her. “M-me? Oh-oh I'm okay, see I'm in one piece.”

Bumblebee wasn't convinced. This only made him more upset.

“Listen the cube is here and the Decepticons are coming,” Sam cut to the chase. He noticed the bot's frustration with his friend's lie, and decided to move this along before something else would transpire.

The scout rolled off the tabel-if they would even call it that-and still proceeded to have his helmet on his head using his servo to cover (Y/n) as she was the closest charge next to him.

“D-don't worry about them, they wont do anything! Alright, they're not gonna hurt you” Sam turned back to the other men and crowd surrounding the frustrated Autobot in the room, “Just back up a little bit, he's friendly.” The boy turned to (Y/n) looking between her and the larger robot. She didn't get what he was trying to convey at first but quickly caught on.

Sam wanted her to calm Bumblebee down. At first she was confused, although they were both his charges the scout hadn't calmed down in the slightest from her friend's reassurance. What would make her attempts any different? The girl thought back to the moment the two had in front of that door, the turning of the handle together before going inside.

“Who said you have to do it alone?”

“Hey! Hey, hey,” (Y/n) stepped in front of the scout waving her arms around catching his heated gaze. She understood his frustration and the fear of being hurt-ti be put back in the position he just got out of. He was willing to be taken by the willingly so they wouldnt hurt anyone, only to go through so much torture. “C-can you just-can you just focus on me for a second?”

Bumblebee did, and to make sure she knew he was concentrating only on her he keeled to get closer to the female down below. Upon looking at her closely she had a bandage on her elbow along with a few bloody spots on her jeans and shirt. The cuts and spots were not big so he did not fret about it too much, but something moved within his spark from the girl who was looking up at him. Shere concern was laced across her features, eyebrows creased in nerves whereas her eyes scanned his face for emotions he was trained not to show.

It was a reflex of war. Never show your enemies your emotions-they'll use it against you. No human was to be trusted in the room until further notice.

“I know it must have hurt-what they did to you. But the actions of these people shouldn’t determine the fate of the rest of the human race,” (Y/n) spoke softly, “They hurt me, Sam, and Mikeala too-that's the thing about us humans we hurt each other and we make mistakes. And we need your help to fix a huge mistake.”

The afro haired girl took a few cautious steps forward before placing a soft hand against one of the mech's digits, “Can you do that for me Honeybee?”

Bumblebee stilled for a moment, his radio flaring to life as his whole form grew warm. The girl waited patiently, smiling softy up at him, understanding he was finding the words to say in this situation. However she hadn't expected that response.

“Anything you desire sweetheart,”

#bumblebee x black reader #bumblebee x reader #bumblebee #transformers x reader #transfromers #transformers bayverse #sam witwicky #mikaela banes #Youtube

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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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oooh for blurb night (and if you've blurbed something like this already feel free to ignore!!) does lexi ever get subjected to any nastiness on social media or even in person? some of these fans take it a little too far, as we've all seen 😬

!!!!!!!!!! We have not talked about this yet. We talked about this with Emma. But we all know Lexi gets it and it’s bad. Nico does his best to protect her, but there is only so much he can do.

Lexi is unusually quiet tonight. At first, Nico didn’t think anything of it. She has been struggling since she quit her job, feeling like a “useless sack of potatoes” (her words) while flipping through various comedy shows trying to get a laugh. The truth is, she’s still grieving the loss of her special patient, and it’s going to take a long time until she moves through the process.

But this quiet tonight also comes with a distance that doesn’t sit well with Nico. He thinks of that as he wipes his hands off on the kitchen towel after finishing washing the knives from dinner. Then, he moves around the island to stand by her head in the living room.

“I’m gonna watch some film, unless you want to catch another episode of Gilmore Girls?” Nico asks, tugging her pony tail where it flops over the arm of the couch. She shakes her head no without looking at him. Nico sighs, coming around to squat in front of her. He examines her face, pursing his lips in sadness at how hollow her gaze looks. “Baby, I’m worried about you. What’s up?”

“Why are you with me?” Nico blinks back at her in surprise. He did not expect that question.

“What?”

“Why are you with me?”

“There are a million reasons. But if I had to sum it up in a sentence or two, it’s because you’re the best person I know and I can’t live without you.”

“You could do so much better.” She whispers as tears fill her eyes. Nico lowers his eyebrows in confusion. This is not like her.

“Lex, what is going on?” Nico scoots her over until her back presses into the large cushions fully. She begins to sob, hiding her face as Nico curls her into his chest.

“People are being so mean to me on social media. And I can take it, Neeks. I can take so much if it means that I get to have you forever, but they’re going to a whole new level that I just… don’t.. know how to deal with.” She begins to sob harder.

“Baby, I am going to fix this. Tell me what happened. I’ll take care of it.”

“How? Are you going to shut down the internet for me?”

“I fucking will if I have to, yeah.” This gets her to smile through her tears. Damn does he love her. He would go find every server in the world and rip the cords out himself if it meant she wouldn’t cry like this because people were mean to her. Because of him. They attack her because he loves her. How unfair is that?

“Someone DMed me on Instagram asking if I knew how unworthy of you I was….” She sighs afterwards, tugging at the drawstring of his sweatshirt. “Like how do you get out of bed with so much ugly audacity?” She repeats.

“But you know that isn’t true.” He strokes her wet cheek, then tilts her chin back so she looks into his eyes again.

“Yeah… I mean, for the most part. But, sometimes…. I’m just not sure.”

“Oh Lex.” He breathes out a heavy breath, feeling his heart break. “Am I doing something wrong that makes you feel like that?”

“No! God, no, Nico you are… perfect. But, they get into my head… and I’ve been in such a bad place.”

“I wanna fix this for you. Wanna soothe every crack and hurt in your heart, baby.” He kisses her lips desperately as he says it.

“You can’t.” She eases the burden for him.

“What can I do?” Lexi contemplates, slowly blinking, really contemplating what she needs from her boyfriend right now.

“Maybe you could take over my social media accounts and change the passwords, so I can’t login right now? I shouldn’t be on anything. Not until I heal. I can’t seem to hold myself accountable to that commitment.”

“Done. What else?”

“Hold me. All night… until we are tired lumps, melded together with no ending.” Nico chuckles.

“Okay. Here or in bed?”

“Bed.” It’s a heavenly sigh that tells Nico he’s getting lucky tonight.

After Lexi falls asleep, Nico maneuvers his arms around her and pulls her phone up. He makes a list of all the people sending her awful messages and blocks them, then he logs into his account and blocks them on his as well, across all social medical platforms until all that is left is praise, love, and appreciation for his beautiful girl.

Nobody makes his girl feel like not enough. Nobody.

And if this continues, this Devil is going to unleash hell.

#what my world spins around au #n. hischier blurb #NHL blurb #hockey writing

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your-darling-gaze · 5 months ago

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Eyeing the crisp suit chip, getting a hang of it for a moment, a bewildered expression, really, really uncertain about the idea, chest heaving with an easy breath, strained posture from hours of lab work, a chip that reads...

IRON PATRIOT V3.06.884

Latches the chip onto the left side of my chest, tapping it up once, twice...thrice. Tech starting to whirr around, plating expanding to cover against my skin, circuitry whirring inside the plating and cavities, the helmet hatching over my head for cover.

'Friday..? You in here..?'

Breathing heaved, system powering on, a million numbers and figures starting to float around in my sight, stats and figures, a handling console to move the settings around...

WELCOME, IRON PATRIOT. SYSTEM RENDERING, VOICE ACTIVATION REQUIRED.

'Uh...Anthony Edward.'

ACCESS DENIED.

'...Shit...Genius Billionaire?'

ACCESS DENIED.

'....For god's sake if this works....'

'Man in a Can.'

ACCESS GRANTED. FRIDAY, WORKING WITH YOU, IRON PATRIOT. PLEASE REQUEST Y0UR MUSIC.

Shakes head, slightly disappointedbut not surprised...

'Just play anything that mister stark plays, Fri...'

NOTED. NOW PLAYING: TAKE ON ME BY A-HA

'.....Can you make a data chip on the chest plate circuit functioning, send it in?'

PLEASE SPECIFY RECEIVER OF DATA.

'.....Darling Grace...?'

RECEIVER NOT FOUND.

'....Cherry..?'

RECIEVER NOT FOUND.

'Well shit...uh...Experiment Handler.'

RECEIVER FOUND. COMPILING DATA IN PROGRESS.

DATA COMPILED. SENT TO SELECTED USER ONLY WITH ONE TIME PASSWORD FOR ACCESS AND PERMISSION OF REPLICATING THE FILES ONLY TO RECEIVERS WITH ACCESS.

Hums in agreement, whispers a polite 'Thank you...'

Decides to look for controls to get the suit off. Eyes wandering over the many stats and figures hovering into my vision, getting slightly confused.

'...How does this come off...?'

REQUEST RECEIVED FOR TAKE OFF.

'...No, no, I meant Come Off, not Take Off...'

HANDLING RECEIVED FOR TAKE OFF. GETTING THRUSTERS READY.

'....What did you say...?'

THRUSTERS IN POWER, READY FOR BOOST OFF.

'Hey...hey, no, retrieve that request...no request...NO request...'

COUNTING DOWN: 3...2....1...0.

Thrusters boosting up with a jerk, wide eyes, trying to keep up with the tech handling, the sudden unbearable thrust, jaw locked from the acceleration against wind resistance, the music rivetting through the internal speakers, heartbeat throbbing hard against my chest, a violent beeping from the thruster heating up, a slight sheen of sweat against my skin from the heated suiting...

'Retrieve...reque....ret-'

Voice cracking, mouth drying out due to the speed, heartbeat accelerating, the sky speeding past the vision, clouds hazing vision, triggering the Acrophobia, the music resonating between my ears, mindless, not being able to register it...

'Retrieve...retrieve...'

Only small whispers left my throat...

FUEL RETRACTION. ENABLING POWER SAVING FLYING.

Chin trembling out of panic, Anxiety kicking in quicker than breath, trying to move around, trying to move hands, feet, anything, trying to reach somewhere more grounded...

'Mister...Mister Stark....'

FUEL LEVELS ALARMINGLY LOW. ENABLING LOW POWER FREE FALL.

Plummeting through the sky, suit flickering and sputtering as it struggles to stay operational, dim and unstable, with sparks erupting intermittently across its surface. The suit's thrusters erratic, flaring up sporadically but unable to provide consistent propulsion...

WARNING: The HUD displays critical errors and warnings, struggling to keep up with the rapidly changing situation. The suit's sensors and onboard computers are overloaded, barely able to process the free-fall trajectory or calculate a safe landing.

The wind howls around, amplifying the sense of speed and urgency. as the crescendo in the rivetting music builds. Every second counts, attempting to regain control on the deploying emergency systems...

______________________________________________________

( @the-loss-of-my-life @soldier-bucky-barnes )

#Spotify

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btskitten7 · 2 years ago

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Silent Grace| chapter four: debts & misunderstandings.

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 5.8k

Chapter warnings: nothing but lovers fighting :(

summary: You and Yoongi get into a petty fight that stings over something you have no idea about. Yoongi's mask is starting to fall. Will he be able to catch it in time?

tagss: @shadowyjellyfishfest @scuxmunkie @baechugff @maunosorioh @shelylamc

A few days have passed and you find yourself standing in front of, what you presume to be, Yoongi’s favorite room.

“I wonder what’s behind here”

You whispered to yourself looking at the small screen implanted into the wall next to the door.

The monitor is what caught your attention, otherwise, you’d never look twice at this door.

You realized you’ve never actually been in there.

You don’t necessarily have a reason to go in there, you don't even know what the room could be. All you know is…Yoongi spends a lot of time there.

He’s in there throughout the day, sometimes late into the evening and you're pretty certain that he has fallen asleep in there a couple of times. Namjoon and Seokjin are the only other people besides him that you've seen go into that room. Sometimes, there are a lot of people that’ll come over. They all go to that room. You caught a glimpse of the room once, but it was short-lived. As quickly as they opened the door they quickly closed it. Besides, they never opened the door wide enough to see anything anyway.

If it was just a regular room, you wouldn’t be so interested. But the secrecy and the curiosity…it’s getting to you.

You looked at the monitor, tapping the screen and being met with “PLEASE ENTER YOUR PASSWORD”

“Really, Yoongi? I passcode” you complained. “What possibly could he need a password for?”

Shaking your head, you tried to think of a few. Like birthdays, and important dates

You’ve pondered for a few minutes, but the only dates you could think of were dates between you and him.

What if it was his mother’s birthday? Or another important thing that you aren’t involved in.

You knew it wouldn’t be his father’s birthday. That’s for sure.

You wouldn’t know unless you try.

To be frank, you were a little nervous to try to get into this room. There has to be a reason why Yoongi has never invited you here…right? If Yoongi hasn’t brought you here, maybe you shouldn’t go inside

So you took a step back, letting out a small huff before crossing your arms.

Just because you haven't gone in there did not mean you weren’t still curious. You leaned closer to the screen to better examine it.

Once Yoongi got home, his heart dropped. He immediately saw you standing in front of his office. He didn’t know what you were doing but it looked like you were seconds away from putting in a code, God forbid if you guessed correctly.

He ran towards you and hugged you from behind, spinning you around to where you are facing away from the door.

“Baby, I’ve missed you” he rushed out, kissing your shoulder before turning you back around to face him. He stood firmly in front of the door, blocking you from it and the monitor.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked. He tried his hardest not to sound apprehensive but he was anxious. You were seconds away from finding out every secret Yoongi had.

You tilted your head.

“I’m curious about what’s behind this door. You spend so much time here. I just want to know what’s in it since I’ve never been.” you said truthfully.

“And you have a code on it. It piqued my interest even more”

It seemed Yoongi’s heart couldn’t beat any faster. He wasn’t ready to tell you and definitely not ready for you to find out.

“Well…uh baby... it’s nothing special really..” he started, “it’s just my office.” he chuckled rubbing the back of his head.

With your eyebrow raised and crossed your arms. A small part of you didn’t believe him.

“If it’s just an office, why do you need a code for it?” you asked. You tilted your head looking back at the screen and then at Yoongi.

Yoongi chuckled at your expression. He took a step forward towards you, snaking his arms around your waist.

“Well, I have a lot of wandering eyes that might take my business ideas. I need to protect them. But I ensure you, you aren’t missing anything” He said kissing your lips and rubbing your lower back.

You rolled your eyes after kissing him back, a little disappointed with his response.

“That’s boring Yoongi. You had me excited for nothing.” Your expressions made Yoongi laugh although he was still nervous.

“Why don’t you take your curious ass to our room, start a bath and I’ll meet you up there in a few minutes?”

“Fine..hurry up. You have to make up for being boring Min Yoongi” you teased as you turned from him walking towards the staircase. Yoongi chuckled once more.

“I’m not boring in bed, Princess” he teased back, slapping your ass as you walked away.

You stuck out your tongue and jogged up the stairs.

Yoongi kept his eyes on you the whole time, making sure you were out of sight before taking a deep breath and putting the passcode in the monitor quickly.

Yoongi wanted to look for office buildings so he could do most of his business concerning the mafia outside of the house but until he could find a building, Namjoon suggested that he get a smart lock for his office. Besides, if Yoongi got a building he’d have even more wandering eyes and quite frankly he liked being in his home. It’s the same at home but he has an idea of who most of them are. It was good to keep you out too. As harsh as it sounds, there’s too much in there that’ll blow his cover. But now he sees that, although the smart lock is keeping you out but it’s also getting your attention.

He has to ensure you don’t ever get access to this room. That would be just what he needs…

Another problem.

‘ I need to get Y/N onboard with this real estate so she could keep herself busy’ Yoongi thought as he closed the office door behind himself, hearing the “*ding* welcome back, Yoongi” from the automated woman letting him know the door has locked.

He plopped down in his chair behind his desk, leaning back deep in thought as he sighed.

He was so close to losing you tonight.

Yoongi just knows once you find out who he is and what he does...

you'd leave and never turn back.

If he came just seconds later, you could have gotten into his office and found everything.

Thank God he was able to deter you from seeking more. But how long could he keep it from you?

How could he tell you about this big secret that he was hiding?

There’s no easy way to explain this, he couldn’t flat-out say;

“Hey babe, my family is mafia and most of the people you help patch up are the same people I fucked up.”

No, he wouldn’t say it that way, it’s too passive. He wanted to be straight up with you and tell you the raw truth. He didn’t want to brush it off, this is a part of him.

But it's too early...yeah too early. He wanted to enjoy this sense of normalcy a little more.

He couldn’t think about that any further, other things were more important and needed his attention.

For the last couple of months, some extra money has been coming out along with the usual maintenance funds, none of which has been accounted for.

It wouldn’t matter if it was once or twice, but for a couple of months, Yoongi noticed it stacking up.

There’s no way someone was stealing from him. No one is bold enough to do that to his face.

One of Yoongi’s tech guys that work alongside Namjoon told him handing him the folder full of the transactions. “Hey, I brought the transaction history from the past year for all the casinos. You’re right, the same amount, one hundred thousand dollars, is taken out every month, but not traceable.”

Yoongi shook his head as he looked through the transactions.

“Who the fuck would do something like that?” Yoongi mumbled.

He stood from his chair and handed the files back to the tech guy.

“You figure this out, I’ll look into it more in the morning.” he waved off the guy before disappearing from his office, up the stairs, and to you.

~~~~

Some weeks have passed since the encounter with that strange guy. You hardly thought about it these days, to be frank, you have forgotten about it.

You continue your work as usual. Doing everything you can for your patients and their families. It’s been your passion since you were a little girl. You can remember the days when you played hospital with your friends and siblings as a child. Or the days you would stress about exams and assignments.

Even the days you were going to give it all up.

You’re so glad you didn’t, you love what you do. It’s rewarding.

The job does get hard for you sometimes, especially with the long hours, being on your feet the whole time, and the probability of not being able to help everyone gets to you. It even bothers you that you really can’t spend as much time with Yoongi as you would like. You both had jobs that took up most of your time.

But you were glad about whatever time you got to spend with him. Even if it’s a few minutes, you cherished it.

You sat in your spot at the nursing station. Preparing all the paperwork for the night before you meet with the nurse that’s taking your place for the night.

“Uh, Yn. Are you and Yoongi fighting?” your friend asked.

Shaking your head, “No. Why do you ask?” you asked, confused by the question.

“Because there’s this big bouquet of roses in the breakroom for you” She pointed to the room.

Frowning, you stood up from your chair, dropped the pen, and headed towards the breakroom. Before you could open the door all the way, you see the red roses that completely covered the table. You took the note, opening it immediately.

“ Thank You, Yn “ with no name.

It was out of the blue and sudden but you thought it was a sweet gesture.

Yoongi always knew how to surprise you. You couldn’t wait to go home and just kiss his sweet face.

When you were off, you had a few co-workers help you put the roses in the car. You even gave them some beforehand, in hopes that would help them fit in your car.

By a hair, it did.

You were so excited to get home. You always were happy to go home but today you were more excited than normal.

Once you finally reached home, you ran in the door at the same time Yoongi, Seokjin, and Namjoon were coming out. With a lack of noticing Namjoon and Seokjin, you jumped into Yoongi’s arms giving him multiple small kisses before giving him another that lasted a bit longer and was a bit sweeter.

Yoongi was taken back but that did not stop him from snaking his arms around your waist and returning the kiss. After a few moments, he pulled back reluctantly as he wanted to know what he did to get this reaction. so he can hopefully do it again. Seokjin and Namjoon shared looks before they looked back at you.

“Thank you so much, baby. I love them so much. They were beautiful and so many! I had to give some to my coworker and patients! Even then they were still so many. My car is stuffed!” You said excitedly.

But you didn’t get the reaction you thought you would.

Yoongi tilted his head and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. Even Seokjin and Namjoon shared a look of confusion.

“You know, the flowers you got me? You left me a note” You questioned handing him the little card after fishing in your purse.

Yoongi took the card, examining it lightly before shaking his head.

“I didn’t get you any flowers, love,” Yoongi said calmly although his face was beginning to feel hot. He wasn't mad, he was more confused but it didn't sit right with him that someone was sending his world flowers.

Frowning as you took the card back, a little disappointed that it wasn’t him.

Then it hit you.

“Oh-I think I know who gave me these…” You trailed off thinking back to that odd encounter you had with those men. He did say he was going to repay you. Thank God it wasn't something weird or anything.

Yoongi's attention was back on you.

“Who sent them?” he asks.

“I think it’s that guy from a few weeks ago.” You admit tapping your chin “I think”

Deep down Yoongi hoped you were talking about some old guy that wanted to thank you for taking care of him. Because if it was Hoseok he might blow a fuse. Or two.

“What guy from a few weeks ago? One of your patients?” Yoongi asked. You shook your head almost immediately.

“No. The guy from that one night,” You started, not noticing Seokjin’s and Namjoon’s eyes secretly hoping you would continue your sentence. “He said that he’d repay me”

Yoongi stared at you blankly, trying to count himself down but it was no use.

He’s way past the counting phase, he has half a mind to go kill Hoseok right now.

“And you fucking kept them?” Yoongi said completely disregarding everything you just said. His glare turned hostile and his voice turned bitter.

You’re taken aback by the sudden change in Yoongi’s attitude. He was jealous but never like this.

Your face softened a bit, although you were shocked, you didn't want him to get the wrong idea.

“I thought you sent them,” You defended. “That’s why I kept them, otherwise, I wouldn't have"

It seemed like he disregard everything that came from your mouth. He was pissed.

He understood what you were saying, but he couldn't look past his anger.

Yoongi walked past you and went to your car. You, Seokjin, and Namjoon followed behind him.

“What are you doing?” you called out but you got no response.

Yoongi was beyond pissed, now. More like furious. Enraged. There was nothing to bring him down. Not even you, his peace. Once again Hoseok was pushing his way in, being a thorn in his side. Disturbing the little happiness he did have.

You didn't know about the history between him and Hoseok, so he shouldn't be mad at you...he couldn't be.

But still, that didn't change anything.

Yoongi flung the door open and watched the outpour of roses spill from your backseat.

Each rose that fell to the ground was a knife going through his back. He let out an angered chuckle as he rolled his head as if he had a kink in his neck to roll out.

“Roses? Fucking Roses” Yoongi whispered to himself before scoffing as he began to manhandle the beautiful roses, tossing them on the ground. Destroying them. There was no stopping him now.

Now knowing they weren't from Yoongi, you weren't going to keep them. But that didn't mean he could destroy them because he was mad.

“Yoongi! Stop!” you said running towards him and grabbing his arm, but he jerked his arm away from you in shock. Yoongi didn't let you process what just happened before starting again.

“Oh did you want to keep them?” He started, “You want to keep another man's gift?” Yoongi’s face was covered in anger.

Now, in his mind, you were crossing the line. He could understand keeping them because you thought he had gotten them but to still try and save them after admitting they were from someone else?

Now you're disrespecting him.

Again, you were perplexed. You didn't know how this got deep. Did you really hurt his feelings? Were you wrong for keeping them without truly knowing who they were from? Did you make the wrong decision in assuming?

“N-no I don’t want to keep another’s man gift but you don’t have to destroy them. I could-”

Yoongi couldn’t believe you were sitting here and defending another man’s gift, it made it worse than it was from Hoseok. He decided that he was not going to listen to another word.

Dropping the last of the smashed flowers in his hand, he looked dead in your eyes.

“Fine then, keep them.” He said coldly. He looked at you with so much anger and pain. You didn’t think it would hurt him this much, but seeing how hurt he is, you felt horrible. He turned from you and started to walk away.

“Yoongi, baby I don’t want to keep them, I just-” you reached out to him. He moved back from you.

That hurt.

“Seokjn, Namjoon. Let’s fucking go before I cause more damage.” Yoongi demanded as he got closer to his car and climbed in the backseat, slamming the door shut.

You dropped your hand down by your side, feeling your eyes burn and your face heating up. You felt your heart pound in your chest, you swore it was going to come right out of your chest. You wanted to chase after him but you were stuck. Yoongi has never acted that way towards you and there has been plenty of men that tried shooting their shot. He never got mad, he just laughed it off making fun of the guy. But today was different.

Namjoon and Seokjin were shocked. Never did they think Yoongi would lose his cool with you, it's never happened. He never even raised his voice to you, let alone pull away from you. They were in an awkward situation. Neither wanted to be in the car with Yoongi but they also didn’t want to stand out here with you either. Not because they thought you deserved it or they didn't want to make you feel better. But because they didn't know how to fix a situation like this. Yoongi didn't either.

They didn't grow up learning how to make a woman happy let alone treat her right. They didn't have the best role models in that class. Yoongi was just doing what he always heard his mom wanted from his dad.

But other than that? You were a learning experience for all of them.

Seokjin just walked past you in the same direction as Yoongi did, whispering to you “We’ll talk to him, don't worry"

Namjoon followed, stopping to face you. “It’ll be okay”

“I-I didn’t mean to hurt him. Did I do something wrong?” Your broken voice managed to speak. "I didn't mean to upset him.."

Namjoon couldn’t stand to look at you like this, Turning his head towards the car before looking back at you.

“You didn’t do anything. He’s just…he’s just having a bad day. Work has been getting to him lately. We’ll talk to him”

Namjoon patted your arm before he turned to jog to the car and hopped in.

The anguish began to build in you.

You had no idea that this would tick him off.

But then again, you didn’t know they were from someone else.

-—

Yoongi still couldn't control his emotions. He couldn't count himself down. He was breathless with anger. His peace was the one fucking up his peace.

“I hate to be that guy,” Namjoon started “...but don’t you think you went a little overboard.”

Yoongi scoffed “ You wouldn’t be mad if another man sent your girlfriend roses?”

“Yoongi…” Seokjin started “You’re only pissed because it’s Hoseok. If it was some other guy, you would laugh it off and pull him into an ally. Done deal.”

Yoongi sat there. His jaw clenched and he rolled his eyes. Seokjin wasn't lying but he felt justified in his anger.

“Hoseok or not, she shouldn’t be accepting anything from some other guy”

“I get that, but at the same time…you know and I know..you could care less about Yn getting gifts. This is solely about it being Hoseok who gifted your girlfriend. Keep in mind, neither one of them know what relations they have to you.” Seokjin pointed out, and Namjoon nodded in agreement.

Yoongi rolled his eyes once more. They are right.

"You and I both know, he would still fuck with her to get to me"

He could care less about the gifts. He didn’t care about that, it was the least of his worries. It’s the fact that Hoseok always seems to find his way back into his life after he tries too hard to push him out. And if God forbid, he found out that you belonged to him? Hoseok was going to use that to his advantage.

“Let’s not talk about it anymore. Let’s just get to where we’re going”

~~~~~~~~

Closing the front door behind you, you were hurt.

Yoongi has never been that angry, at least not with you. You’ve always been able to talk calmly about things and how you feel. You never raised your voices to one another.

But tonight that wasn’t the case.

A part of you understood his anger but you didn't understand why we weren't listening to you.

Dragging yourself up the stairs, all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and end this horrible night. More than that, you wanted to be in Yoongi’s arms.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you discarded your clothes, getting ready for your shower.

While in the shower, all you could think about was the altercation. The look Yoongi gave you was etched in your mind

Shaking the thought from your head, you continued your shower.

You didn’t care to do your nightly routine. You just threw on some lotion, and a big tee, and threw yourself onto the bed.

You dropped your head on your soft pillow and let your tears roll. Your throat began closing up as your sobs became stronger and more audible.

Kai was cleaning the hall when she came across your room. Once she got closer, she could hear your sobs and staggered breathing as if you are trying to keep yourself from being too loud.

Kai sat her cleaning supplies down and gently knocked on your door.

“Yn? Are you in there?” Kai asked.

You tried to slow your breathing so you could talk but the moment you tried nothing but whimpers fell out. Slapping your hand across your face, hoping that Kai didn’t hear you and would just assume that you weren’t there.

But Kai wasn’t going for it.

“I’m coming in, Yn,” Kai said as she opened the door, her eyes instantly panned over to you.

Your back was towards the door. You didn’t even acknowledge her presence. Kai sighed as she walks over to your bed, and sat on it. She rubbed your back softly, concerned. “What’s the matter?”

Words couldn’t form faster than your cries. You sat up in hopes that you’d be able to speak.

“Yoongi i-is very upset with me. T-today someone gave me a gift an-and I thought it was from him but it ended up being from someone else. H-he just flipped out. He jerked his arm from me and looked at me with the most hurtful look…” You managed breathlessly.

Kai could feel your anguish. She saw how heartbroken you were.

She knew there were no words that she could say that would make you feel better.

No one would be able to do that except Yoongi.

She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. Giving you the comfort that Yoongi should have.

But you appreciated Kai for trying. She always did more than what her role required. Yoongi adores her and you understood why.

“Don’t take it to heart, my love,” she started “and I’m not saying you can't be upset or he was right.” she sighs softly as she took your hand tapping it softly before looking into your eyes.

“Just, talk to him about it. I’m pretty sure once he’s calmed down, he’ll regret acting the way he did. He’ll be your sweet Yoongi all over again. You know he's head over heels over you”

You nod, calming down a bit. She's right. Yoongi loves you as you love him. Things aren't going to end after this petty fight. You both will be able to get over thisn“Okay…I’ll talk to him. Once he’s calm of course”

Kai nods and gives you a sweet smile, hugging you tightly.

“Now wipe those pretty eyes and try to enjoy your night. You only have tomorrow off then you’ll be back at work. No need to spend your off day fighting and being sad. You guys will make up.” She said, kissing your forehead and heading back to your door.

“If you need anything, just ring me!” Kai waved as she headed back out into the hall.

You felt a little better but you still couldn’t get the image of Yoongi being upset with you out of your mind. You decided to text him, without knowing if he’d even answer you.

Blossom (you): hey…

Blossom (you): you don’t have to answer right now or at all really but I wanted to apologize.

Blossom (you): I didn’t know the flowers weren’t from you and it slipped my mind that, that man said he would repay me. I didn’t want to make you mad.

You wait a few minutes, just to see if he’d text you back like he always does.

But he didn’t…

So you thought about calling, hoping he’d answer

But you later decided against it since he didn't answer your texts. No need to beat a dead horse.

You sigh and tossed your phone on the dresser, climbed in bed, and after a while, you drifted off to sleep.

Yoongi got your messages, he even read them. He was hoping you'd call.

But he can’t answer right now.

He’s sitting in the middle of his father’s strip club waiting to figure out what he could want.

The music was loud and the girls were theatrical. He didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. But to be truthful, he didn’t know what to say to you at this moment. So he decided to just talk to you when he got home.

Yoongi looked around the club, sipping on his liquor when his father finally came into the VIP after disappearing into the back the moment Yoongi got there. Shaking his head, Yoongi had half a mind to just leave. His dad is drunk and he knows that this whole situation was going to be bullshit. He doesn’t want to deal with this nor was he in the mood to.

Yoongi had bigger problems than listening to his father’s drunken demands. He had to be in Japan in a few days so he needed to prepare for that on top of now trying to fix you and him. Whatever his father was about to say, he needed him to say it quickly.

Yoongi’s father plopped onto the club couch with a deep grin and a loud chuckle. The girls that came out with him sat right next to him, more like on him. Their legs and arms were sprawled out on him, rubbing his chest and face. Yoongi was disgusted but there was no point in saying anything. He and his father would fight all night if he brings up his mother.

“Yoongi! My son! Ladies, this my son.” Yoongi’s father drunken introduction made him physically ill. The girls swoon over Yoongi.

“Oh wow, he’s handsome!” one girl said “I see where he gets his good looks,” the other said.

Yoongi sighed deeply as he lifted his glass to his lips, taking another sip of his drink. Wishing he was with you, fixing what he started. He hated fighting with you. He almost always tried to fix them or stop the argument before it escalate.

“What did you bring me here for?” Yoongi asked crossing his legs and running his fingers through his long black hair. His father chuckled as he pointed to his drink to which the girl on his left refilled both glasses.

“What? You don’t want to hang out with your pops?” his father laughed at his son's face of disgust.

“No.” Yoongi simply said. “I do not”

This is usually not the case. Yoongi had an amazing relationship with his father although he admits they were much closer when he was younger. Mainly because he couldn’t go everywhere his father went when he was young so he always cherished the moments he did spend with his father. That slightly changed when he saw his father cheat on his mother for the first time.

~~~~~

“ Just come on, I don’t think my parents will care. “

Yoongi said leading his friends to his front door.

They were getting ready for a party, but Yoongi needed to stop at home first to grab some alcohol. Namjoon was onboard but Seokjin had some second thoughts.

“ Don’t you want to drink too? Why pay for alcohol when Yoongi has a fucking mini store full of it in his house” Namjoon said following Yoongi inside.

“ I don’t care about that. I just have a feeling that we shouldn’t be sneaking around, taking it when we could just ask for it. “ Seokjin said leaning on the door to the alcohol cellar.

Namjoon and Yoongi brushed him off as they filled their bags full.

“There’s nothing to worry about, I think my mom is out shopping and my dad is probably locked up in his office,” Yoongi said zipping his bag.

As the boys gathered all they could they decided to stop by the kitchen to grab a snack before drinking. They raided the kitchen looking for anything they could stuff their mouths with when Yoongi noticed the two glasses of wine left on the counter. Both were half full but one had red lipstick on the rim. Yoongi frowned as he continued to look at the glass.

“ Oh your parents must be here,” Seokjin said popping some grapes into his mouth.

“We should speak before we leave then so they know we’re going out,” Namjoon said doing the same. But Yoongi didn’t respond.

He kept examining the glasses. Something wasn’t right. And he knew it.

“What’s the matter?” Namjoon asked.

“Someone’s here,” Yoongi said looking upstairs, directly at his father’s office.

“Yeah, duh. Your parents” Seokjin laughed along with Namjoon. Yoongi wasn’t laughing.

“My mom doesn’t wear red lipstick” Yoongi mumbled as he dropped his bags and headed up to his father’s office where, with wide eyes, the boys followed him.

“Should we not interrupt your father?” Seokjin whispered “Yeah I don’t want to get my ass kicked” Namjoon added.

Yoongi placed his ear against the cold room door, trying to make out what was being said.

And that’s when he heard it.

Another woman moan.

~~~~~~

That was the night Yoongi started to lose respect for his father. He still tried to see the good in him though, but unfortunately slowly and surely, his father continued to do stuff Yoongi couldn’t get behind.

Yoongi never told his father or his mother what he saw that day. Every time he wanted to, his mother always looked so happy and in love with her husband. He didn't have the heart to break hers.

“Oh, you used to. We used to do everything together. You are my junior. You are the one that will get all of this when I’m gone” he chuckled with a sly smirk.

“What did you call me here for?” Yoongi asked ignoring his father’s words. His father sighed and handed him some papers. Yoongi took and looked through them.

They were the bank statements from his father's clubs. He too was missing money. Yoongi uncrossed his legs and sat up, reading through the papers.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi said as he looked through the paper. His father chuckled.

“My thoughts exactly. Someone is playing with us, Yoongi. They’re playing with my money, OUR money. Our livelihood…and I don’t like that. You shouldn’t either.” His father's voice turned cold.

He does not play when it comes to his riches.

“Do you have any idea who it could be?” Yoongi asked finally looking at his father.

“I have some ideas,” he started “Yn hasn’t been in your office yet, right?”

“If you’re trying to imply that Yn would take money from you, let alone me, we can stop this conversation right now” Yoongi snapped back.

“I was just throwing ideas. It has to be someone with access to us.”

“Yeah, but it’s not Yn. She’d never hurt me like that. It could have been the million and one females you sleep with”

His father rolled his eyes “Regardless, we need to fix this.” he started “and word on the street is…”

“Hoseok is back”

Yoongi sighed at the name. He had briefly forgotten about the fight with you concerning him and his father bringing Hoseok up again pissed him off.

“We need to do something about that”

~~~~~~~~

Hoseok walked through the hospital with an agenda. Taehyung and Jimin followed closely behind. They were looking for you, to properly thank you and repay the debt they owed you. Once they didn’t see you on the floor, Hoseok decided to stop at the nurse's desk to see if you were there.

“Good evening, beautiful. We’re looking for the young lady that helped my friend some time ago. I was wondering if she was here tonight or when she’ll be back” Hoseok said with an affectionate smile that melted the nurse. Her cheek was tinted red as she tried to keep her composure.

“I recognize you guys. Yes, you’re looking for Yn. She actually left a few hours ago! You just missed her” she smiled giddily.

“Any chance you know when she’ll come back to work?” Hoseok asked taking the nurse’s hand and looking at her fondly “We want to tell her thank you”

The nurse nearly passed out from the way Hoseok looked at her. “I-I can go check for you real quick” she stuttered slowly taking her hand away and disappearing to the back room.

Hoseok chuckled along with Jimin and Taehyung. While waiting for the nurse to return, Jimin looked around the desk out of boredom when he noticed a small picture of you and some guy. It was odd to him since all the other pictures were a normal size and this one was so small.

Becoming more curious, he grabbed the picture to look closer.

“Well, I’ll be dammed. This is a small world.” Jimin scoffed with a smile.

Hoseok and Taehyung looked at Jimin and then at the picture he was holding. Taehyung laughed and shook his head while Hoseok smirked deviously.

“Well look at that. Our little Yoongi found him a little girlfriend.” Hoseok smirked.

Jimin chuckled and took the picture, slipping it into his pocket, just in time as the nurse was coming back.

“She’s off tomorrow but she comes back the next day if you want to come by then” She smiled.

“Oh yes…we’d gladly come on by.”

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Heartless - a criminal minds episode\\part 4

part 1, part 2, part 3, masterlist

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

- this case is made up

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

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

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

"hey, spence, how are you with reading lips?" (y\n) asks, slighly ashamed they called him by his nickname without even realising. they weren't sure they are close enough for nicknames. "well, it's actually an easy skill to perfact-" Spence starts, but they don't let him finish. "good, i need you to try and understand what is Diane talking about with the suit guy" they explain, and re-position themselves and Spencer so he is facing them but has a view on Diane if he's looking behind (y\n)s shoulder. "we're too far, i don't think i can do it from here-" Spencer says, but (y\n) has a solution in mind.

(y\n) takes his hand , "let's dance". The music in the backround is great for a slow dance, and that's what a couple would do, right? "o…kay..?" Spencer replies in confusion, but takes their hand and let's them place his hand correctly. As they moved around, not perfactly on the beat, (y\n) brought them closer. "ohhhh" spencer smiles at the realasation of (y\n)s plan. "well, she is saying…" he starts, whispering in (y\n)s ear so no one would hear, and his low voice sends shivers down their spine. his breath against their skin, and the wormth of his body almost got them sweating. why were they so nervous?

…

"did you find out why the footage from that day is missing? the FBI is snooping around and i can not have them know about it. if they find out, it would immidiatly make us seem suspicius. the last thing we need is for the people of this god forsaken town to think that visiting our venues would get them killed" Diana says, her tone cleary angry with the guy across from her. "i am trying my best-" he trys, but she is not listening. "well than, your best is not enough!" Dianes voice gets louder, and some people turn their eyes but she smiles and says, "nothing to worry about".

"Diane, the only people who have access to this footage is you, me, and the big boss. no one is supposed to get through unless he has one of our passwords" the guy trys once again to explain himself, but Diane sighs. "just… try harded".

…

A buzzing in their pants forces them to stop the dancing, tho they both secretly enjoyed it. (y\n) pulls put their phone before Spencer. "it's prentiss… shit" they say, the last word more under their breath. "what?" Spencer asked, since (y\n) seemed stressed. And yeah, their job was stressful and (y\n) sorta had a resting stressed face, but something about their deminor made Spencer suspect something is wrong.

Before they get the chance to fill Spencer in, the Zayn gets back with their wine glasses. "Thank you" they both says together and smile at him and than at eachother. "Spence, did i tell today how much i love you?" (y\n) smiles at him, knowing they need to look as in love as possible now. Spencer was confused but didn't miss a bit. "did i tell you today that i love you more?" he smiled down at them, and then he did what (y\n) never expected he'd do. He lowered his head to theirs and placed a soft kiss right on their lips. they returned the favor almost on auto pilot, closing their eyes and leaning into this moment right out of fanfiction. fake dating trope, they thought to themselves, trying to remember what it was called. Not that they thought the kiss meant anything for Spencer, but they knew they hoped it does. the magical moment broke when Spencer pulled away and pulled (y\n) into a hug, almost making them drop the wine glass in their hand. "Le'haim" they smiled at him and cliged their glass to his. they brought the glass to their lips. Zayn looked at them, his eyes studing them, but than he left them. "now, care to explain?" Spencer says. "this was our unsub" They reply, and Spencer dosn't need father explanation.

He grabs their hand and takes them to "have a look around", casually following Zayn from afar, making sure he atays put so they can catch him once backup arrives. "so what footage do you think is missing?" (y\n) asks. "well, my best guess is that it's from the day James and Layla were here, maybe our unsub saw Jake's profile and recognised him, which is how he knew… his heaet wasn't really in it" Spencer said, amiling proudly at his pun. (y\n) nuged him with their shoulder, softly smiling at him. Their eyes met for a split second, but than the awkwarness took over and they both looked away.

"so, ugh, as i was saying, maybe he got mad, made a scene… we know he has some hacking skill, he could have been the one to delete the footage" Spencer continues sharing his theory. "well, yeah, but would'nt Layla mention that when we interviewd her?" (y\n) debates. "you'd think so, but he was just a random guy, she probably thought he was crazy and ignored him, not thinking much about it, eventually forgetting about it" Spencer says. "someone makung a fuss claiming your fiance is a cheater is not something you just forget" they reply, and Spencer shrugs, but (y\n) is very willing to leave it for now. "well, let's change the subject before someone hears" they say. and so they do.

"i am very sorry if that kiss made you uncomfterble, by the way. you seem-" Spencer starts. "oh, no, it was fine, even nice. a nice touch, i mean" they say back, smiling at him. He recognised his own words, and smiled back, letting put a small laught, "maybe we should stop apoligising for kissing each other" he jokes, making (y\n) blush. since they were looking at the ground, they didn't notice their fake fiance was also starting to look like a strawberry. They shared a moment of silence, and it wasn't awkward. "This Garden is indid beautiful, Garden Of Eden is a very fitting name" Spencer says, "did you know that in jewish culture theres a belife that if you set up three couples, you go to heaven? it is based on a quete from a a book of virtues, in page 230 Rabbai Haim Kanivinski says he heard that those who match 3 couples would go to a special place in the agterlife. Since one of the 10 Commandments is procreation-"

"spencer, not that i am not thrilled about this bible study session, but where is Zayn?" (y\n) cuts him off, and as if he was wating for his que, he shows up behind tham and smacks their heads with a bat.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner #dave rossi #derek morgan

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🗺️Neon Reapers Rake The Streets

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2170 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Cyberpunk AU, Medical Scientist!Kuai Liang, Criminal!Hanzo Hasashi, Teenager!Frost, Teenager!Takeda Takahashi, On The Run, Forced Into Hiding, Fake IDs, Kuai Liang is Frost’s Dad, Hiding, Dystopia AU-Gust 2024 Day 29: Forced Into Hiding

AU-Gust 2024 Masterlist

Notes: Man, I can’t believe I’m almost done with AU-Gust 😅 I dunno where the month has gone, but, hey lol. Title is from Moonlight Rendezvous by Beast In Black.

Kuai Liang gently tugged on Frost’s arm, pulling her a little closer to him.

The police walked past them without really acknowledging they were there. He was thankful for that, but it didn’t mean they could lower their guard. All it would take was one asking to see some form of ID and they’d be screwed.

“Keep close,” he whispered to the teenager, scanning their surroundings. They weren’t too far from their destination, he just had to hope no one would take too much notice of them before they arrived. “Remember what to do if someone spots us?”

“Throw punches and run, ask questions later,” Frost confirmed, scooting a little closer to her father when some men walked past them. They weren’t in uniform but that didn’t mean they weren’t police or even if not, wouldn’t hand them over immediately if confronted.

“Atta girl,” he whispered, grinning at the proud sounding huff she made. In an ideal world, he’d never have to teach her something like that. But he’d long stopped hoping for the world to get better.

They finally came to the alley they needed to go down, and they slipped down it, making sure no one saw them. People didn’t exactly go down alley’s and side streets, unless they had business there. And the businesses there tended to be on the less legal side. So, you didn’t really want people to see you go down one.

They reached a door, and Kuai Liang hit a button on a speaker. A few seconds later, a voice came through questioning “yes?”

“Shirai Ryu,” Kuai replied, hoping to God he’d pronounced the password correctly.

He must have, as the door clicked to unlock and Kuai Liang quickly made his way in. Inside there was a staircase that he and Frost carefully climbed. It led up to somewhat of an open plan living space, although it was so cluttered Kuai Liang wondered how on Earth anyone could live like that. There was a boy around Frost’s age sitting on a table, some sort of robot in his hand. Then there was an adult man, sitting in a spinning chair and staring at Kuai Liang expectantly.

“Um. Hanzo Hasashi?” Kuai Liang asked the man, who narrowed his eyes. “I… Have been told you make fake IDs?”

“I do.” Hanzo rolled his shoulders while tilting his head. “They aren’t cheap, though.”

“Name your price, I will pay,” Kuai offered. His contact had already given him an estimate, so he roughly knew what to expect.

Hanzo didn’t react much, just continued to look at Kuai with suspicion. “10000 credits. Each.”

Kuai sucked in his breath a little, that was much more than he was expecting. He needed the IDs though, especially for Frost. Keeping her safe was his highest priority, and he’d pay a million credits if he had to. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag. Physical money was a rarity these days, but essential for things like this. Digital money could be traced, no matter how the government claimed it couldn’t.

“There’s 15k in there,” he answered, holding the bag out to Hanzo. The other man snatched the bag, and began to go through it. “I’ll give you the remaining 5000 once you’ve completed them.”

Hanzo started laying out the small pieces of metal on his table, clearly counting them to work out if Kuai was indeed telling the truth. Eventually he’d emptied out the bag, and he huffed. He swept the money back into the bag and placed it on the desk. He stared at it long and hard, before turning that glare back onto Kuai Liang.

Before Kuai could say anything, one of Hanzo’s computer screens sprung to life, indicating an incoming video call. Hanzo stared at it with a raised eyebrow, briefly turning to Kuai Liang.

“Step back a little further, so you aren’t in the video,” Hanzo advised, and Kuai did as he was told. “There.” Hanzo turned back to his computer and answered the call. Kuai had to stop himself from audibly swallowing when he recognised the man whose face filled the screen. “Quan Chi. Can I help you?”

“Good evening, Hanzo, I do apologise for the sudden call,” Quan Chi greeted, smiling darkly. Kuai could feel himself starting to shake, hoping to god Hanzo was right and he couldn’t be seen here. He felt Frost take his hand and squeeze. How bad was it his own daughter was having to comfort him? “You see, I am currently looking for someone, and I suspect he’ll be within your walls asking for one of your IDs soon.”

“And?” Hanzo questioned, sounding incredibly bored.

“Now Hanzo, you know our deal. I look the other way regarding your business in exchange for you giving me information that I need.” Well, Kuai supposed that explained why Hanzo’s business had managed to survive this long. Quan Chi hit a few buttons, before a photograph popped up on the screen.

A photograph of Kuai Liang.

“Has this man contacted you at all?” Quan Chi tilted his head slightly, and Kuai had to put a hand over his mouth. Part of him considered just bolting there and then. Maybe he could find someone else to make them the IDs.

“No. Never seen him before,” Hanzo casually replied with probably the best poker face Kuai had ever seen. Just because he was denying having met Kuai didn’t mean they were in the clear. “What’s he done?”

“Oh, you know that’s confidential information, Hanzo,” Quan Chi claimed, wagging his finger back and forth in denial.

“You know I have a child to look after right? At least tell me if this man is dangerous,” Hanzo growled, and Kuai flinched. He wasn’t dangerous, at least, he didn’t want to be. He would fight if it meant Frost’s safety however.

“No, he’s not dangerous,” Quan Chi assured him, and Kuai was at least glad he hadn’t tried to make it seem like Kuai would hurt anyone. “I just really need to speak with him, and he’s unfortunately decided he wants to be difficult about it.”

“Well, I haven't seen him, but if I do, I will let you know,” Hanzo offered, shrugging like that was the best he could do.

“He might be with a young lady, his daughter I believe. If it comes to it, use her to keep him long enough for me to collect him.” That made Kuai grab Frost to him and hold her closer. He knew Quan Chi wouldn’t hesitate to harm her in order to get to him, but even he was shocked to hear him come out with that so casually.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Hanzo muttered, thankfully sounding unhappy about the suggestion. “Anything else I should know?”

“No. No, that’s all.” Quan Chi waved his hand dismissively. “Do let me know if you see him.”

And with that, the video shut off. The room was silent for an extremely uncomfortable amount of time. Slowly Hanzo turned in his chair, staring Kuai Liang down and making him feel sick all over again.

“What does he want with you?” Hanzo forcefully asked, and Kuai looked down to the ground. “I won’t make the IDs unless you give me an explanation.”

Kuai closed his eyes, before quietly replying “my name is Dr. Song Kuai Liang, I am a scientist. He wants to use some of my discoveries and advancements for…”

Somehow he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He still remembered Quan Chi coming to his lab, taking an intimate interest in his work, particularly his medical technology. Only, unlike Kuai’s intention of saving lives, Quan Chi saw how they could be adapted to harm. Kuai refused, even when he was offered enough money that he could have set both himself and Frost up for life.

Unfortunately, Quan Chi was not the sort of man who took no for an answer.

Hanzo suddenly sighed. “Takeda, take Dr. Song’s daughter to make yourselves something to eat, okay?”

Kuai looked up in time to see the boy pushing himself off the table and looking towards Frost. She looked at Kuai as if for permission. He was hesitant, but they’d not managed to eat at all today. Eventually he nodded, and she gave a quick squeeze of his hand before walking to follow Takeda. They began to chat amongst themselves, but by the time they left the room, Kuai couldn’t tell what they were talking about.

“Sit down,” Hanzo ordered, patting a seat next to him. Kuai gave a resigned sigh, pushing himself off the wall and walking over to him. He took the chair, staring down at his lap and refusing to meet Hanzo’s gaze. “What sort of scientist were you?”

“Medical science, mostly,” Kuai admitted, fiddling with his fingers. “I was working on implants and nanotechnologies that could repair internal damage from injury.”

“And… Quan Chi believed he could use that to hurt people?” Hanzo sounded confused, and Kuai couldn’t blame him. While he’d been coming up with his ideas, he could have never imagined they could be perverted from their intended use until Quan Chi came along.

“He saw what I had made, and seemed to immediately know how to turn them into weapons.” He finally looked up, and was surprised when Hanzo’s stern expression had softened greatly. “For example, he believed implants could have weaponry inside them, or come with added strength or other tactical advantages. My nanotechnology could be manipulated to either make unkillable super soldiers or used to create entirely man made viruses…”

“Trust him to come up with shit like that,” Hanzo muttered, rolling his eyes. Clearly, despite their supposed deal, he didn’t think much of Quan Chi. “So. You refused him, and now he’s hunting you down to force you to work for him?”

“Something like that.” Honestly he had no idea what Quan Chi’s plan was once he’d gotten ahold of him. With how fiercely Quan Chi was hunting him down, Kuai could only imagine how far he’d be willing to go. “Look, I will understand if you can no longer do my ID, but please at least do my daughters.” He held his hands together in front of his chest. “She didn’t deserve to be pulled into this. The ID could help her live a normal life, even if it’s away from me.”

“I will make your IDs,” Hanzo assured him and Kuai almost cried from relief. “It’ll take a few days, do you have anywhere safe to stay until then?”

“Not really,” Kuai admitted with a sad smile. “But we’ll make do.”

“I have some friends, they owe me a few favours, they may be able to offer you somewhere safe.” Hanzo turned back to his computer, pulling up a list of contacts. “Of course, you do know that the IDs alone won’t save you?”

“I know,” Kuai nodded, because really, even if the regular police fell for the IDs, the second someone in the know saw Kuai’s face he’d be caught. “I have a brother. A bit of a technophobe, he lives up on the mountains. He’ll let us lay low there, but we can’t get out of the city without an ID, and our real ones will come up with all sorts of red flags.”

“You aren’t wrong, but I wouldn’t be surprised if your photograph is all over their terminals.” Hanzo rubbed his chin. “Especially since Quan Chi seems to have correctly guessed you would be seeking a fake ID.”

“True,” Kuai sighed, throwing his head into his hands. “I’ve fucked up our entire lives, haven’t I?”

“No. You aren’t responsible for any of this,” Hanzo claimed, reaching over to pat Kuai Liang’s thigh. “The friends who owe me a favour, they might be able to help you leave the city also.” Hanzo clicked a button on his computer. “I’ve asked them to call me when they can. Until then, when was the last time you ate?”

“Yesterday,” Kuai told him with a laugh.

“In that case, let’s get something to eat, and we can iron out some of the details for your ID.” Hanzo pushed himself to stand, before holding out his hand to Kuai Liang. “I promise you Dr. Song, I will do everything in my power to make sure Quan Chi does not get his hands on you or your daughter.”

Kuai wasn’t sure why Hanzo would bat for him so hard, a stranger he barely knew. Yet, he believed him when he said that. He could have immediately ratted him out to Quan Chi, but he didn’t. That had to be worth putting his trust in him, right?

Kuai Liang reached forward, putting his hand in Hanzo’s, and letting the other man pull him up, then gently guide him through the piles of belongings scattered around the room.

Maybe there was still some hope of the world being better. As long as there were still strangers who were guided by kindness, there was still hope.

#mortal kombat #subscorp #sub zero #kuai liang #scorpion #hanzo hasashi #🗺️au gust 2024

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