#blind eye shooter

[0ratattack0]

I am so definitely jumping around on my AU but I got inspired to make a short story/possible ending?

Anyway check it out! (Got the sudden inspiration when I was listening to Music and made a rough drawing to go with it)

[miragiri-haruto]

Praying they got the wrong guy 🚶🏻

It sounds sus anyway cuz who brings all the evidence to a McDonald’s???

[spinningbagel]

Uhh felt like my delightful(debatable) presence was lacking. Been pretty busy, went to Hobart (Tas) with a friend for a couple days and my family is moving into a new house so fun.

Anywayzz drawing dump to make up for that I guess

[citrusella-flugpucker]

[image description: Toph, a blind earthbender from Avatar the Last Airbender, aiming a Fortnite gun with a scope]

So... like... blind shooting is a thing. It's even a Paralympic sport in both the summer and winter! (In summer, shooting is its own sport. In winter, shooting is part of biathlon (cross country skiing race with a shooting portion that can cause you a penalty on the cross country portion for missed shots). Both Paralympic events also include other classifications for physically disabled sighted athletes.)

Here's a video (one of many on YouTube) that goes over blind people taking up shooting as a sport!

In most modern competitions, the rifles for blind classifications use a "scope" that senses where the target is and communicate how on-target the shooter is by changing the pitch of a constant tone the shooter hears and "shoot" a laser.

And what is Fortnite if not virtual laser tag?

...Actually, I think it could be super interesting (and an increase in accessibility in some ways? maybe?) to include this kind of shooting tone as an accessibility option. Get on that, Epic.

TL;DR: I see nothing wrong with Toph existing in Fortnite. But in the context of Fortnite's available accessibility, I think they should add more blind accessibility. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

Fortnite, are you sure about this? Did you think it through?

[lyjen]

Drowning

Summary: Evan’s wife is an Elementary school teacher, but when a shooter enters the school and starts shooting at teachers, (Y/n) is the first person to help. Evan gets worried as his wife doesn’t pick up her phone, but as soon as the shooting reaches the news Evan is desperate to find out where she is.

Request by: anonymous - The request

9-1-1 masterlist

Taglist: @oliviah-25 @shauna-carsley

______

“So I want you to both be thinking about it. Put those two brains together, I want you to solve it and be able to explain how you solved it” (Y/n) finished her math instruction. “I’m going to give you two minutes to try and solve this question, you’re ready?” Her voice sounded through the classroom as she clicked on start on the timer which was displayed on the screen.

(Y/n) was an elementary school teacher, she teaches the fifth grade to be specific. She has her own classroom, a teacher assistant intern, and a really good bond with her students. She loves her job, she really does. There’s nothing in the world she’d rather be doing than working with children. Her husband, on the other hand, loved being a firefighter. It was his life, and in his words: he wouldn’t know where he’d be if he never started the fire academy.

When one of the kids asked her if she had a boyfriend, she told them she was married to a firefighter. The students were so enthusiastic and full of questions, so she decided to take the kids to the firehouse one day, to teach them about firefighters, dispatch and everything Bobby had to tell.

“Okay, so some of you came up with an answer and a solution.” She speaks to the group as she holds up her hand, motioning to the kids who were ready to throw their answer to her head, to hold up their hands. “Do we have a volunteer to tell us what answer they got and how they got it?” multiple hands had gone up into the air, but those hands quickly were put down when loud screams sounded through the hallways.

But it was the gunshot that went off after that which caught her attention the most. Her eyes shot towards her teacher assistant Katy, who was sitting at the desk grading some homework as she immediately dropped the pen. Katy’s eyes went wide when she realized what was happening while multiple gasps from the students filled the silence in the room.The gunshot sent a shiver down (Y/n)’s whole body, as she remembered the three words: Run, hide, fight.

That was the protocol. Run if you can, hide if you can not evacuate safely and fight if your life is in danger.

“Everyone. Hide underneath your desks” She said softly as she tried to stay as calm as she possibly could.

The students all get off their seats and follow their teachers instructions as Katy runs off to the windows and closes the blinds. Meanwhile (Y/n) gets the remote for the screen and quickly shuts it off and runs towards the lightswitch to turn it off.

“Katy, help me move this” she says as she tries to push a mid-high bookcase in front of the door to barricade it. Katy quickly moves towards (Y/n) and helps her move the cabinet, so no one would be able to get in or out of the classroom.

When the cabinet was on the right spot, (Y/n) made her way towards the kids to make sure they were okay.

“You’re okay, we’re going to be fine” (Y/n) whispered softly to one of the students who was having a breakdown. She took place on the ground and folded her legs over each other, and she rubbed her hands over the kid’s upper arm, as a sign that she was there. They were not alone.

She let her fingers wipe away the tears of the girl’s cheeks and tried to hush her. She didn’t want to draw any attention. The girl almost started hyperventilating because she was that scared. “Amelia I need you to take slow deep breaths” (Y/n) whispered almost inaudibly. The girl nodded her head as she tried to copy her teacher’s breathing pattern. “Good, through your nose and out through the mouth” (Y/n) complimented her.

Huddled up with some kids to her side, (Y/n) tried her best to calm down the kids who were having a hard time to deal with the situation. Students around her were silently crying, while they were comforting themselves and each other.

There was an ear deafening silence floating through the classroom. They could practically hear the clock on the wall, ticking after each minute that had gone by.

With every footstep she heard on the hallway outside of the classroom, (Y/n)’s heart would skip a beat. There could be children running for their lives, other teachers or the shooter choosing their next victim.

After minutes, maybe even an hour of sitting in silence, a high pitched yelp sounds through the walls of her classroom. But that scream gets cut off by a sudden gunshot. More gasps and sobs sound softly through the classroom. With wide eyes (Y/n) tries to focus on the sound of the hallway.

“No. No, what are you going to do?!” Katy’s voice whispered desperately as (Y/n) crouched down and made her way towards the door of her classroom. The assistant crawled her way towards (Y/n), who was down at the door. Looking through the little gap between the window of the door and the bookcase.

(Y/n) glances through the window and spots a fellow teacher, down on the ground while a puddle of blood is being created underneath her. “Don’t be a hero” Katy says as softly as she possibly could.

She turned her head at Katy, “She’s hurt and needs help, I can’t just leave her to..” she shrugged her shoulders, she couldn’t say die. Not with her kids around, not when they were already traumatized enough by the sounds “You know..” she continued as she shrugged her shoulders.

She couldn’t do nothing. That was not who she was.

“But the shooter is still out there.” Katy says as she desperately starts to look around her. “That’s why I need you to stay here and keep them safe” (Y/n) whispered as she pointed out at her class. Katy shook her head with a frightened look in her eyes “No.. I can’t do that” Katy sighed as she looked at the kids.

“It wasn’t a question Katy, stay here and keep them safe. Close the door behind me” She repeated one more time as she looked at her over the shoulder.

With both her hands she moved the bookcase on one end a little backwards so she was able to squeeze through the gap of the door. Her hand reached for the lever of the door, as she as silently as possible pulled the lever down and squeezed her body through the door. (Y/n) could hear the door close behind her.

Still crouching, she made her way towards her colleague and let her knees drop to the ground when she reached her. “You’re gonna be okay” she said, barely inaudible as she made eye contact with her. The teacher had lost a lot of blood, the puddle was becoming bigger with the second.

The female teacher had been shot in the chest. (Y/n) went with her first instinct, putting pressure on the wound. Without thinking, she pressed her bare hands onto the chest of the woman. The woman winced and hissed at the pain that was being pushed onto her gunshot wound. “I know it hurts, but you have to stay with me okay?” (Y/n) said as her eyes wandered from the wound to the woman’s eyes.

She was on the edge of passing out. (Y/n) could tell. The woman was blinking so fast, and she looked exhausted. “Shit” (Y/n) cursed as the eyes of the woman rolled to the back of her head. Quickly she pressed two fingers of her right hand into the skin of the neck to see if she had a pulse.

Her heart was still beating, which meant she just had to put pressure onto the wound. So the heart would have enough blood to pump around.

But then the feeling of a cold metal getting pressed onto her skin spreads a shiver down her entire body. Her mouth suddenly went dry and her heart was pounding in her chest, as if it was trying to break free from her chest.

(Y/n) was frozen in her position, hovering over the woman. Putting pressure to the wound which was still trying to bleed through the small gaps between her fingers..

“Let go” the sound of a low male voice said.

She swallowed, as she felt the metal being pushed, deeper into her skin. She slightly shook her head, “You don’t have to do this” she slowly said as she kept as still as possible. “I do, everyone in this building has to pay for what they did for me.”

A click sounded. He reloaded his gun. Just one click away from a bullet inside of her head.

“I get it.” her voice said as she felt her breathing become faster because of the adrenaline. “When they don’t see you. And no one is there to help.” She squeezed her eyes closed at the pressure of the gun that was being pushed into the side of her forehead.

“Shut. Up.” His voice hissed at (Y/n).

Tears were falling down her face as she tried to keep enough pressure on the wound of the woman. “Struggling every single day of your life, trying to find a reason to be here”

“I said shut up!” he yelled as he fired a warning shot into the concrete walls of the hallway.

She flinched at the sudden gunshot. But she didn’t stop. She didn’t give up. She needed to try, and enter his mind. Try to talk him out of it, or buy herself more time. “The bucket will fill itself with more and more water everyday. And one day, that bucket will overflow.” She tried to remain strong as her voice became more trembling by every word she spoke.

The man pushes the gun once again into her skin, the muzzle still a little warm because of the bullet that popped out a few seconds ago. A click sounds as he reloads another bullet. “And you’ll realize that you’ve been drowning.. and if there’s no one to reach out their hand...” she squeezed her eyes shut as she remained silent for a second and another tear escaped the corner of her eye.

Multiple gunshots sounded through the hallway of the school as the gun, which the shooter was holding against her head fell down to the ground together with the body of the shooter.

A gasp left her mouth as the bullets whooshed along her ears. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the body of the shooter lying behind her on his back. Lifeless.

Everything that was happening was moving in slow motion. When she looked in front of her she could see multiple swat soldiers entering the hallway with their guns pointed towards the man behind her.

“Suspect is down” one of the soldiers said into their radio’s as they made their way towards (Y/n) and the shooter.

With two paramedics following the soldiers, the paramedics kneeled down next to the female teacher which (Y/n) tried to save her life. The paramedics put down their medic bags beside them and zipped the bag open as they grabbed some gauze.

“You can let go now. We’ve got her.” the male paramedic said as he tried to get her attention by putting his hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) was still in shock. How did she survive this? Why didn’t he just shoot her when he had the chance? Why listen to her words?

“Sorry” she said as she got back to earth. She slowly retreated her hands back to her own body as the paramedic quickly pressed the gauze down onto the wound. (Y/n) slightly flinched as she felt a hand curling around her bicep, pulling her up to her feet and escorting her down the hall to the open world. She let them. She was too shaken up to try and fight or ask questions.

______

“Hi this is (Y/n)’s phone, please leave a message after the tone!” Her voice sounded through the speaker of Evan’s phone as he ended the call before the tone could ring into his ear.

A sigh leaves Evan’s mouth as he continues to send her a text, asking her to call him back when she can.

Hen walks into the kitchen when a frown morphed onto her face. “Hey you okay?” She asked when she noticed Evan’s slightly worried face that was focussed on his phone.

Evan clicks on the send button as he slips his phone back into his pocket, and he curls his fingers around the glass of water he had made.

“I’m fine..” he sighs as he leans with his forearms onto the kitchen counter. “I have just tried to call (Y/n) multiple times but she doesn’t answer. Normally she would’ve called me back by now”

They called everyday, especially when Evan was on shift. She would call him after school had come to an end and all kids had left the classroom.

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” Evan laughed at himself as he shook his head. He sounded like he was going insane. As if he couldn’t live without her. But it was a routine, so when that routine gets interrupted, it feels weird.

Normally Evan was the one to not pick up, when he was on a call. But he always called her back when they were back at the firehouse. Sometimes it could take hours, but it could also be minutes. It depended on the call of course.

“No not at all.. I’m sure she will call you back, maybe she’s talking to a parent or she’s just busy.” Hen touches Evan’s upper arm as she tries to reassure him that his wife is okay.

“Yeah, you’re right..” Evan pushed himself off the kitchen counter, he grabbed his glass and walked towards the sofas. “Maybe I’m being a little bit paranoid, she’s fine..” Evan glances at Hen who gives him a nod and a pat on his shoulder.

“Turn the volume up” Eddie says as Chimney grabs the remote and quickly turns up the volume by pressing down on the button.

“We just confirmed that about two hours ago, there has been a school shooting here in Los Angeles. The remarkable thing is that the school where this happened, was an elementary school”

“Jesus” Eddie sighs.

“The police have confirmed that after about an hour and a half after the shooter had fired the first bullet, they shot down the shooter. The name of the school where this happened is the Great Oak Elementary School. Parents are arriving at the school now to pick up their kids. There’s one wounded teacher and two casualties, both were working at the school.”

“That’s horrible. Imagine you see this on the news and you have to pick up your traumatized child.” Hen says as she continues to listen to the tv.

“Can’t imagine what that must feel like” Eddie’s voice sounds through the room.

Evan was intensely thinking. Why was that name so familiar? What was it about that school that made him think that he had a connection to it? He didn’t have any kids, at least not yet. “Wait what school did they say?” Evan double checked the name with his team, to see if he heard them correctly.

“I think it was Great Oak Elementary School” Chimney says as he focuses again onto the television screen.

Evan’s heart dropped in his chest. As soon as he heard that name fall off the lips of his colleague's mouth, it felt like all of the air he had in his lungs was getting pushed out. Everything's coming together now.

It was the school his wife worked for.

“But why even an elementary school, not that any school would’ve been any better or different. But we’re talking about ages 5 to 10 years old. Those children are going to be scarred for life” Eddie’s dull voice sounded over the loft into Evan’s ears.

No texts, no calls, nothing.

Evan’s hearing is dull, everything is still continuing on the back of his mind but his brain is working over hours now. Making up all different kinds of scenarios of what could’ve happened in that school. “Wow Buck, you alright?” Another dull voice rang through his ears.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, he flinched at the sudden touch and his eyes connected with Hen’s as he turned his head towards her. A frightened look was spread over his face as he tried to control his breathing.

He looked down to his feet, which were suddenly wet and cold. He realizes he had dropped his glass of water down to the ground. His boots are now soaking wet, with the water dripping down his pipes. But that was the last thing he was worried about right now.

His brain filled with all different kinds of scenarios were running through his mind. “(Y/n)” he mumbled through his panicked breaths as he tried to look at Hen, who was still pressing her hand onto his shoulder while her other hand was curled around his upper arm.

“Oh no..” Hen said as he puzzled the pieces together. Finally realizing what was happening and what Evan meant.

Bobby’s voice sounded through the space as he stepped onto the loft “What’s happening?”

“There has been a school shooting at Great Oaks Elementary. The school where Buck’s wife works” Hen quickly explained to Bobby as she held her grip onto Evan’s upper arm.

Evan’s eyes that were full of worry wandered towards his captain's eyes who was coming closer towards him every second. “She isn’t answering any of my calls or texts. And I’m not waiting for the hospital to call me and tell me that she’s..” Evan sighs at the worst case scenario that was in his mind.

“Please Bobby. I need to go. I need to see for myself if she’s okay.” Evan’s broken voice sounded.

“Look Buck, I get it. But you don’t have to do this on your own. We’re coming with you, whether you like it or not. (Y/n) is our family too.” Bobby says as he softly squeezed Evan’s shoulder. A small smile spread across Evan’s face as those words left Bobby’s mouth.

“Let’s go and find (Y/n)” Bobby says as he patted his hand onto Evan’s shoulder as a sign to go.

-

“What do you mean she isn’t here?” Evan says after Athena finished her conclusion. “I just told you, every teacher that was here on school grounds during the shooting has been checked by paramedics, and are now sitting in a room. They’re getting the information they need if they want help. But I’ve seen every teacher in that room, and she wasn’t there Buck, only her teaching assistant Katy.” Athena continues her explanation.

“Well, have you asked Katy if she knows anything about the whereabouts of my wife?” Evan asks, maybe a little annoyed. “No, not yet. I’m waiting for the professionals to finish their job. And after that, I’ll see if Katy is willing to talk” She calmly answers Evan’s question.

“How long is that gonna take?” Evan sighs as he puts his hands on his hips. He’s losing his patience. This is taking too long. “I’m sure they’re almost done, this should only take a few more minutes” Athena reassured him.

“I don’t have time for this.. what if Katy doesn’t know where she is? This might lead to a dead end.” Evan tries to stop himself from panicking, as he rushes a hand through his short curly hair. He had to do something. He couldn’t just stand there and wait on a teaching assistant who maybe doesn't have an answer to their questions.

Evan quickly turned around and slid his phone out of his pocket. He had to try it, at least one more time. He clicks on the green icon and clicks on her name, impatiently he presses the phone against his ear. Maybe she did have it with her.. right?

“Buck..” Evan could hear Bobby sigh as he was walking away from his team.

Evan listens to the sound of the phone beeping, trying to connect with the other phone. He was pacing through one of the hallways, silently listening to the beeps of the phone. Evan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he could hear a ringtone going off from a distance. Was that someone else’s phone or was that the phone he was trying to reach?

The ringtone stopped playing when Evan was being sent to voicemail. He quickly presses the red button, and decides to try and call the phone again.

Once more the same ringtone sounds through the hallway.

Evan follows the sound, making his way through the hallways until after multiple times of calling her phone, he reaches the door of a classroom. The tone sounded loudly through the space of the room.

Evan stepped into the classroom and walked towards the desk where the phone was buzzing. “There you are..” Evan whispered to himself as he grabbed the phone and frowned at the idea of his wife leaving her phone behind. She never leaves her phone behind.

He shoved his own phone into his pocket as he made his way back towards his team who were now talking with a young woman, probably Katy.

“Can we please ask you a few questions?” Evan could hear Athena ask the TA, who nodded at her question. “When was the last time you saw (Y/n)?” Athena continued to ask her. “During the shooting, we were all hiding inside the classroom just like protocol said. And she told me to watch the kids.. she went to help the lady who was shot outside of our classroom. I heard multiple gunshots, when I was alone with the kids. But I haven’t seen her since she told me to watch them.” Katy explains.

Evan could feel his knees trembling, like they were suddenly turning into Jell-o.

“That’s everything I know” Katy says as she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s okay, thank you Katy. If something pops into your mind, give me a call” Athena says as she gives Katy her card with her contact details and Katy walks away.

“Alright, there’s two things we can do. One, we go to the hospital and check if she may be in the ER. Or two, we go check the..-” Athena gets cut off by Evan’s voice.

“Morgue” Evan finished Athena’s sentence and shook his head. “We’re going to the ER of the nearest hospital, she’s not dead. She can’t be.” Evan continued. “Buck.” Bobby’s voice spoke up when Evan wiped his hand against his forehead, as if it helped him to get rid of the thought of his wife being dead. “I refuse to believe that she’s dead, I want to go to the hospital” Evan states as he could hear his own voice trembling.

Evan felt Bobby’s hand landing onto his shoulder. “It’s your decision to make Buck, if you want to go to the hospital, we go to the hospital” Bobby said as he looked into Evan’s eyes again. Evan nodded. He made his decision.

The drive towards the nearest hospital was silent, but when the truck pulled to a stop Evan’s hand reached for the door and he jumped out as fast as he could.

He had waited long enough. He needed his answers now.

Before the rest of his team got out of the truck, Evan had already gone through the glass doors. Evan came to a stop at the nurse station, using his hands as a brake by pressing it against the desk.

“Hi, I’m looking for (Y/n) Buckley” he panted as he focussed on the nurse who was scrolling through the documents of people who had gotten in.

“Evan?” her familiar voice sounds through his ears. His eyes went wide as he heard that voice he had hoped to hear through the phone the first time he called her. He pushed himself off the desk he was leaning on and followed her voice.

“(Y/n)?” he softly said as he looked around him. When his eyes connected with hers, his heart skipped a beat. She was alive. Just like he said.

“Evan” she sighed as she finally saw her husband's face. Evan basically sprinted towards (Y/n) as he heard her broken voice say his name. Her knees were trembling, and were on the edge of giving in. “Hey! Hey! I’m here!” Evan panted as he curled his arms around his wife and she collapsed into his arms.

She was sobbing as soon as she felt his arms curled around her body and she tightened her grip around his body, like he was the only thing to keep her from drowning. He was the hand she had to hold onto. “I’m here” Evan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding this entire time.

He let his hand cup the back of her head and he pressed his lips against her hair.

He slowly pulled back, but his arms remained around her body. He wasn’t letting her go. The hand he had pressed against the back of her head, wandered to her cheek as he wiped away her tears.

“W-what are you doing here? Are you hurt?” he stumbled as he quickly checked her on any wounds. She shook her head as she placed both of her hands down onto his chest. “No, I’m okay” she gasped through her tears.

When Evan’s eyes fell onto her hands, which were now placed on his chest, he noticed her hands which were still covered in dried blood.

He placed his hands over hers as he softly grabbed her hand and started inspecting it. “It isn’t mine” she sighed as she tried to reconnect her eyes with Evan’s, who was focussed on making sure his wife wasn’t hurt.

“Then whose blood is that?” Evan’s voice asked, concerned when his eyes remained on her hands. “T-the woman who had been shot..” she said as she tried to catch her breath. Evan’s eyes furrowed “I helped her..” in the middle of her sentence, she stopped talking. “I kept her alive, even with a gun pointed at my head” she continued.

She could hear the gunshots going off in the back of her mind, the explanation she had just given her husband brought her right back to that place. So much has happened in those few minutes, she barely had time to process everything that happened in such a short time.

Tears were streaming down her face as she was reminded of the incident. “He wanted to shoot me in the head”

“Oh baby..” a loud sigh left his lips as he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. “You did so good” he mumbled against her forehead as he pressed another kiss onto it and pulled his wife back into an embrace.

“I was so scared Evan, I really thought this is it.. that everything I did, was for the last time” (Y/n) sobbed as she locked her arms around his body once again and her head pressed against his broad chest. “But you fought like hell, like I knew you would. You fought for that woman, for the students, yourself and me. You fought your way back to me.” Evan said as he pulled away a little, so her head wouldn’t be touching his chest anymore and he could place both his hands onto her cheeks.

“You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

______

A gasp fell off (Y/n)’s lips as a gunshot roared through the back of her mind. Her eyes were suddenly wide open and her entire body was drenched in sweat. She let her hands fall against her face as she sighed. It was just another dream, a nightmare to be more specific.

It had been weeks since the shooting on the Great Oak Elementary School, but what happened that day, was still haunting her until today.

Falling asleep was a problem at first, the first nights after the incident, she was all wrapped around Evan. Trying to get her to sleep like she was a baby that couldn’t find the right spot to sleep on.

Evan worked twenty four hour shifts, he couldn’t just go home in the middle of shift, in the middle of the night to help his wife to fall asleep at night. So sometimes, (Y/n) wouldn’t sleep at all at night, she would just wait until he came home and the second Evan was home she would doze off.

But now, it’s the constant nightmares she had. Every dream she had wasn’t the same, it’s not like she had the same nightmare over and over again on loop. No, she was having different kinds of scenario’s everytime she closed her eyes.

She let her hands fall down onto the mattress as she glanced at Evan who was peacefully asleep on his side of the bed. (Y/n) threw off the blanket and swung her feet over the side of the bed and grasped the first hoodie she saw lying down on the floor. The hoodie was a little oversized and fell over her bum.

(Y/n) stepped down the stairs of the loft and flicked on the kettle to make some tea. Maybe that would help her calm down. With her back towards the living room, she pressed her elbows down onto the flat surface of the kitchen counter.

She was tired, but couldn’t sleep. Not if she was having these nightmares, everytime she closed her eyes. (Y/n) let her head rest between her hands as she closes her eyes for a second, just to try and let the stress exit her body while the water was boiling.

Evan groaned as he turned around in bed and let his arm find the body of his wife. When his arm connected with the jumpy mattress, he pushed his head off the pillow as a confused frown was spread across his face. He wasn't expecting his arm to find the mattress, he was waiting for his arm to connect with (Y/n)’s body.

He lets his arm swipe along the mattress again to make sure she wasn’t somewhere else on the mattress. Evan turns his body and reaches out to turn on the night lamp on his nightstand. He squeezed his eyes as he tried to adjust his eyes to the bright light on his nightstand and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Evan swung his legs over the side of the bed as he stood up to make his way downstairs, determined to find his wife. When he silently stepped down the stairs, he smiled at the way she was standing. A Los Angeles Fire Department hoodie to keep her comfortable, her eyes closed as she was leaning on her hands. While the kettle was releasing steam as it was finished boiling.

A groan left her lips as she felt a hand curled around her hip and his chin was leaning on her shoulder. Her hand reached behind her as she tried to find Evan’s arm. “Can’t sleep?” his sleepy voice asked, with his eyes still closed as he was still trying to wake up.

“Yeah” she whispered as she nodded at his question, and she placed her other hand down on his cheek as he was still leaning with his chin onto her shoulder.

“Still having those nightmares huh?” He asked her as he pressed a kiss on the palm of her hand that was resting on his face.

“Yeah, what’s new..” she sighed, she had the feeling those nightmares weren’t going away anytime soon anyways. She grabbed a cup from the upper cabinet, placed it onto the counter and started to pour water from the kettle into it.

When the cup was full enough, she placed the kettle back. “Evan?” Her soft voice sounded raspy.

“Hmm?” Evan hummed as he slightly opened his eyes to check on his wife. His arm was still wrapped around her, curved around her hip. She swallowed loudly.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this..” she whispered as she placed both of her hands flat against the counter as she stared right in front of her.

Evan’s hand started to come loose from her hip, as he let his lower back fall against the kitchen island, which was placed on the other side of the kitchen counter (Y/n) was making her tea on.

He folded his arms over each other as he leaned against the kitchen cabinets. “You mean the nightmares, right?” Evan needed a confirmation that he knew she was talking about.

She felt Evan leaving her side. But she couldn’t look at him without breaking down. So she remained standing with her back towards Evan. “No.. I meant, being a teacher.” She said as she started to make circles with her finger onto the kitchen counter.

“What? What do you mean? You love being a teacher” Evan said as he tried to make eye contact again. But she wouldn’t turn around.

She shook her head as she sighed, trying to keep her tears from falling down. “That was before this all happened. You know how exhausting it is to be wary of every single thing around you?” she sniffled as she turned her face towards the ceiling, trying everything in her power to not show her tears, or show her fear.

With her sleeves falling over her hands, she wiped the small tears away that had started rolling down her cheeks. “Every time before I even enter the school my throat goes dry, I start sweating and I can’t stop myself from shaking” she tried to say through her tears and sobs.

She turned her body, and let herself slide against the kitchen doors, dropping to the ground as she cried even harder. “I’m sick and tired of flinching at every sudden sound I hear. I can’t sleep, because any time when I close my eyes, even if it’s just for one silly second, I’m there again. With a gun against my head.” she confessed.

(Y/n) let the back of her head lean against the kitchen cabinet as she felt Evan coming closer, while she looked at the ceiling again. Trying to get rid of the tears that showed her biggest fears and weaknesses. “I can’t do this anymore Evan” she sobbed as she pressed her palms against her face. All she wanted to do was hide.

It feels like she’s drowning, drowning into her own fear and tears. The fear is over taking her like waves of the ocean, if no one would reach out that hand to help her.. she might drown.

“No.. you’re scared. And I get your reaction, but we don’t always make the best decisions when we’re operating out of fear” Evan spoke up as he curled his arm around her knee.

A sigh leaves Evan’s mouth as he tries to think of the right thing to say. “I know how hard it is to get over something so traumatizing, that you don’t know what you’re doing it for no more” he said as he tightened his arm around her knee. “But what happened could have happened anywhere. At the grocery store, in our own home, hell even at the fire station” Evan continued as he tried to get her attention, but she was too emotional to make eye contact.

She could hear every word he said, every breath he took, every moment of silence he needed, to think of what he was going to say next.

“So I need you to stop saying that you can’t do this. Because I know you can. You’re one of the strongest women I know. And I’m so proud to call you my wife. But right now, I need you to grab my hand and trust me when I say that we’ll figure this out.” tears were starting to well in Evan’s eyes as he quickly wiped his finger underneath his eyes to get rid of the tears he felt, as they were about to roll over his cheeks.

Evan loosened his grip around her knee as he reached out his hand, with his palm faced towards the ceiling. “We do this together, just like we did all the times I got hurt and didn’t know what to do” Evan said as he lowered his head, trying to get her eyes connected with him again.

Silence took over the space they were in.

Evan’s hand was still dangling between her knees as he waited for her attention and answer. “Together?” he asked one more time.

A soft smile made its way onto her face, as she nodded. “Together.” she said determined and placed her hand onto his as Evan sent her a small smile her way.

She had helped him countless times, now it was his turn to help her.

[mggslover]

Killing machine

In which reader shocks herself with her abilities in the field, leading her to doubt the person she's become.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader Genre: angst, fluff Tropes: wound cleaning Word count: 1,8k A/n: the first one shot on this blog and also the first I've written in years!!

The sound of her heavy breathing and the occasional clicking of her broken flashlight fill the stuffy, cramped space of the abandoned container Y/n finds herself in. The BAU is after a team of unsubs who’ve been killing elderly widows who come from old money, using their grief as a way to make it into their lives and homes. They murder them in cold blood, stealing their most prized possessions and storing them in abandoned locations. For the past two days, Y/n has been visiting warehouses all over the state, trying to identify who the found property belongs to and finding new leads on where the unsubs could be. 

Today should’ve been another day of clearing out warehouses and containers. Y/n and the team split up after arriving on the property. Callahan, JJ, and Rossi taking one warehouse, Hotch, Morgan, and Reid taking the other, while Y/n got the task to search some smaller containers around the area. She squints her eyes in an attempt to fight the night blindness as her flashlight flickers. “Come on, just work with me,” she mumbles as she slaps her palm against the back of the flashlight, trying to get it to properly work. Y/n gives a small sigh of satisfaction when a bright light erupts out of the flashlight. As she tilts her head back up, she’s greeted by the chest of a male just inches away from her. Her flashlight shatters to the ground, her hard effort gone as the lens breaks into tiny pieces. The male, who she identifies as one of the unsubs, reaches in his jean pocket where the handle of a Glock is sticking out. Before the unsub has the chance to make a single movement, a bullet derived from Y/n’s gun makes a quick and clean hole in his forehead. She’s met with the familiar ringing in her ear and natural response of flinching as his blood splatters onto her. 

She hears a creak and turns around, expecting a team member to make sure she’s alright. 

“Hey, I-“

She stops dead in her tracks as she catches a small dim of light behind a wooden crate, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she makes out two eyes. The click of a gun makes her snap her head around, and she soon figures out it wasn’t just one of the unsubs hiding in here… it’s all of them. Gun in her clammy hand, she guides herself by the small sounds of movement that suddenly sound as loud as the beating of drums. Adrenaline courses through her veins, her gaze only focused on what’s in front of her as she starts firing. One by one the unsubs hidden behind boxes and shelves fall to the ground. She lets out a yelp and stumbles when a bullet grazes her cheek, making her land on her back. Y/n quickly holds herself up on her arms as she hits the final blow at her shooter. The sound of the gunshots had barely registered in her mind before the deafening silence followed. Her grip remains strong on her gun as her heart pounds into her chest. 

“Y/n!” Spencer’s shriek of panic is heard across the container. He stumbles his way over the boxes and bodies on the ground, only focused on her. “I thought you were dead,” he says as he kneels next to her, brows furrowed and mouth softly agape as he flashes his flashlight in her face, examining her. She hisses as his cold fingers trace the wound on her cheek. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologizes. 

The rest of the team follows Spencer into the container. Derek crouches to observe the lifeless body of the assumed leader of the group of unsubs. “Damn girl, that’s a good shot,” he compliments. 

Rossi looks around at the scattered bodies. “It’s not just him, all of these are aimed perfectly,” he says, a hint of pride in his voice. “I need to take some extra classes from you. I can’t even shoot like this in GTA.” His words earn some chuckles, but it makes her stomach churn. She didn’t even think twice about taking them down—how was that something she should feel proud of? The praise made her feel like a weapon, like she was being recognized for something she didn’t want to be good at. 

Hotch’s eyes softened when he noticed her clear discomfort and the state of shock she was still in as she couldn’t find the words to speak. “Reid, get Y/n to the medics outside and then take her home. We’ll get the paperwork done tomorrow.”

-

As Spencer turns the key into his apartment door, he makes sure to keep his hand steady on Y/n’s lower back, gently guiding her inside. “Let’s go clean this wound up. The medic told me you have to sanitize it twice a day, before going to bed and after waking up.” Spencer continues rambling on about the medical books he’s read and how he’s practiced cleaning dirty cuts on himself, as he makes her sit down on the edge of the bathtub. She doesn’t process any of his words, though. Her mind keeps spinning back to the container, how she didn’t experience a moment of doubt as she saw the unsubs armed and how meticulously she ended them. How easy it was to end the lives of five human beings in the span of a single minute. 

She tilts her head with a hum as Spencer repeats her name. “Can I take your vest off?” She nods as she lifts her arms, giving Spencer access. He helps her lift out of it,  tossing the bulletproof vest behind him. She cringes as she notices the dried blood and gunpowder coating it. “Hey… I’m right here, you’re okay,” Spencer softly coos, turning Y/n’s attention back on him. 

He traces the back of his finger against her unhurt cheek. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” When she doesn’t respond, he gently cups her chin, tilting it up to bring her attention to him. He crouches so that he can look her in the eyes. “Tell me what’s bothering you.” She bites down on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she has. She knows she can trust Spencer, but she’s feeling embarrassed. Embarrassed by the fact that she’s struggling so much about something that should be routine by now after the number of years she’s worked at the BAU, but also embarrassed by the fact that it’s supposed to be routine, since it shouldn’t. She shouldn’t have the skill to perform headshots like that and she definitely shouldn’t be praised about it by her colleagues. She knows they mean well, but she cannot get rid of the sick taste in her mouth. 

“Sweetheart, listen to me. I know it was terrifying being alone in there. I know you don’t like the dark or tight spaces, but it’s over now. You did so well.” 

“Did I?” Her voice comes out harsher than intended, making Spencer tilt his head in confusion. 

“I killed five people, Spencer, five,” she says as her voice shakes. Spencer rubs her shoulders up and down. “You were left with no choice, there was no other option.” 

“That doesn’t make what I did any better.” She whispers, her voice barely audible as the tears start to spill. She shakes her head as she scoffs a laugh in disbelief. “God… you heard what Rossi said. I’m a killing machine, Spencer! I didn’t even know I was capable of doing that.” She says. “Garcia fights the justice system to get the man who almost killed her off of death row, and what do I do? I don’t give them a single chance and kill them without even thinking about it. I swear Spence, it happened as a reflex. It shouldn’t happen as a reflex!” Y/n’s anxiety builds up as she keeps thinking of reasons as to why she’s a bad person. The empathy is visible in Spencer’s eyes as his hand trembles slightly as he reaches for the dirty bandage. It wasn’t the wound he was worried about— it was what he couldn’t see. How the strongest person he knew was shaking in front of him, wanting nothing more than to protect her from everything the job took from her. 

“You cannot compare those situations. Garcia saw the potential of him bettering his life. You had no other choice, you needed to protect yourself.” 

She swallows. “I used to be a lot like her, you know.” The memories of Y/n’s early days in her career flood her mind. Back when she could feel proud of her ability to protect others. Back when she could still relate to believing the good in people. She used to think every life had some value worth saving. She doesn’t remember the moment that changed. 

Spencer softly smiles down at her. “You still are, love. You’re a soft-spoken kind soul, you just put some protective layers over that. I know it’s hard to reconcile who you are now with who you were when you started this job,” Spencer says as he caresses her freshly bandaged cheek. “Your strength might have hardened you, but that doesn’t mean you’ve lost your compassion. You’re still the same person. You just do it differently now.” His words make her melt as she leans into his touch, surrendering herself to the security he offered. Spencer smiles to himself as he guides her up off of the bathtub, pulling her into his embrace and resting his chin on her head. 

“You’re such a caring person, sweetheart. The fact that you’re worrying about this tells me enough of how good of a person you are.” Her eyes water as he presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I don’t know anyone as gentle and loving as you,” he whispers between kisses as he continues showering her in words of affection and reassurance.

 “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever met and you’re amazing at the job that you do. The risk you took has saved so many people, love, just think about it.” Warm, full tears soak his sweatshirt as she buries her face in his chest. Finding gratitude in the fact that her boyfriend always knows the right words to comfort her. 

He takes her face in his hands. “I’m not going to lie to you. It’s going to take a while to get over this, but we’ll go through it together,” he says. Those sweet, brown bambi eyes looking deeply into hers make her believe every word he says. 

“Will you help me? When I need to fill in the evaluation?” She softly asks, already dreading going through the case again, but Spencer's soft gaze calms her. 

“I will, love. I’ll be there every step of the way.”

[hydrobunny]

'cause he really knows me (so call it what you want)

tags: hurt/comfort, established relationship, argument?, happy ending! 1.1k words

a/n: slightly different style than my previous stuff but it's been a while. fic based on call it what you want.

nagi seishiro isn’t known for being a very public persona.

it’s usually reo who takes that crown; the heir isn’t afraid of posting whatever he has on his mind. his best friend, on the other hand, might as well as not exist for all the presence he has on social media.

you close out of nagi’s blank profile with a sigh.

the teen in question is barely three feet in front of you, headset glued over his ears as some fast-paced first person shooter game blazes on. as if he could hear the sigh, nagi turns around immediately.

“you good?” he asks, dark eyes flicking over your form in scrutiny.

you give him a smile. “fine.”

after a pause, he turns the chair back around, muttering some apology into the headset.

with another exhale, you roll over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. sometimes you wondered if nagi was purposely ignoring you when you were over, or he was actually just that dense.

for god’s sake, you were in his bed. you had been in it for at least two hours, and he had been on the game for probably three.

you eye the back of his head again. all that time on his computer was going to give him a headphone dent soon enough. hell, if you squinted, you could already see it forming.

in one smooth motion, you roll over once again to step off the bed. “bathroom,” you say, not sure why you’re even bothering.

compared to his LED lit bedroom, the rest of nagi’s household is bright, with large windows littering almost every wall. the afternoon sunset peeks in through slightly closed window blinds, you breeze through the hallway, avoiding making any noise.

you’re not really sure where his parents go all the time. you saw them once, for a slightly awkward dinner, and then never again. either way, he doesn’t seem to mind, so you don’t press the issue. you’re pretty sure he’s spent more time with reo than them anyway.

(deep inside, you wonder if it bothers him. you think it might bother you.)

as you enter the bathroom, you realize that you didn’t even need to go.

so why are you here?

you stare at your reflection through the large mirror, eyes tracing the shape of your facial features slowly. is there a particular reason nagi finds better company in the form of online games? does something not fit his many likes?

you find your hand steadily approaching your mouth, and actively push it down. it’s taken you long enough to stop your anxious habit of biting your nails down to the quick, and you’re not excited to start that again.

instead, you go for something safer: turning on the sink and absolutely dousing your face. the coldness helps ground you, helps you realize that you probably should take the hint and just leave.

your phone’s in your hand before you realize, some dark emotion taking over to write a message to your boyfriend.

going home. ill text you tomorrow.

you’ve made a decision. and honestly, you think nagi’s made one too. you doubt he’ll even see this message- or even notice you’re gone- for at least an hour.

it still takes you two minutes to leave the bathroom.

the sound of your steps almost echoes in the large house. your vision blurs with every beat of your heart, and you know that you’re simply being stupid.

crying did not act as a viable solution. crying fixed none of your problems.

your fingers clasp over the door handle-

and there is a hand on your shoulder, bringing you to an abrupt stop.

“hey,” nagi’s familiar voice says. “why are you leaving?”

you turn. and you can spot the exact moment nagi realizes you are crying. his usually tired eyes widen to an extreme, then he’s stepping backward, taking you with him.

“y/n, what's wrong?” he asks. “did something happen?”

so the sobs start coming faster, for you realize he still doesn't understand- he pulls you into his embrace, and your cries become muffled by his soft hoodie. you can tell he’s trying to awkwardly console you from the rhythmic pats on the back.

when you finally manage to get out your words, he immediately freezes.

“sei- sei, it’s you.”

nagi gently pulls you away from his chest. he stares down at you with uncomprehending eyes, still so heartbreakingly concerned.

“it's me?”

those two words get your own tirade flowing.

“i don’t know if you know me anymore. i don't know if you still want me anymore,” you inhale, guttural. “i look at us and wonder if you would notice if i wasn't there. i look at us and don’t even see a couple. i- i think you might be better if i wasn’t here.”

there’s a beat of silence. he swallows.

“i would.” he says softly.

you meet his gaze.

“i would notice if you were gone.” nagi continues. you think he’s never been more ready to talk in his entire life. “y/n, i would notice- i can’t stop noticing you.”

“i don’t say it enough. i know. but i also know that you’ve changed your perfume lately. i know that you’ve been feeding the stray cat in your neighborhood. that you’ve been thinking about going to the beach. that you want another ear piercing. that you’ve started another save in my game.”

you blink rapidly.

“i know i don't sometimes act like it. but i’m listening, y/n. and i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i don’t tell you i love you. because i do. i love you.”

your mouth is hanging open, all tears stopped from sheer surprise. nagi stares at you, gaze searching.

you nod. it’s all he needs.

and so his entire body relaxes into you, and it’s just ironic enough to get you laughing. (and crying, again.)

“i love you too,” you manage out. “i love you too- and i’m sorry i made you leave your game, and i named the cat melon, and-”

nagi snorts into your shoulder.

there’s no more words to be said after that. you're both too busy laughing at each other, hands tangling in the other's hair.

it probably seemed a little strange to other people, having a boyfriend that didn't act like he was a boyfriend to the online world. one that didn't seem to mind long silences. maybe it did bother you, in the smallest sense there was.

but honestly, in moments like these, you were willing to let it go.

because in this moment, seishiro nagi was your boyfriend/lover/something. it didn't matter that he didn’t shout it from the rooptops, didn't matter that no one could put a label on it.

he was here. and he saw you. and that was all you needed.

[cornyonmains]

Was watching a segment on CNN today. Now that they can't divert support from the UHC Shooter, they're now trying to manufacture consent for the idea that this was done in pursuit of Neoliberal reforms, of tweaks around the edges that result in slightly fewer deaths.

Fuck. That.

If we protest, they just ignore it. If we try to fund a candidate to get Medicare For All, they just sabotage him in the primaries. They'll get on TV and turn us all against each other with endless culture war narratives about Starbucks cups and mansplaining, laughing all the way to the bank as the minimum wage sits at $7.25.

The rich thought they were safe when they destroyed the unions, started handing out Nobels to mother fuckers for dropping bombs and telling us greed was good, and started manufacturing consent for their warring and whoring across the globe. All this pain, all this suffering, children in the Middle East killing themselves because they miss their parents, people starving in the streets because feeding them has no profit motive, the drug overdoses, little children getting gunned down in schools....

It was all pain deemed acceptable for the sake of getting the most minute handful of people rich. When I remember how my grandmother cried when my cousin overdosed, I really couldn't tell you what I'd do if I saw one of the Sacklers on the street, that's all I'll say on that.

I just don't want people to forget this hate. It's the first time I've seen both parties unanimously focus on the actual source of their pain in years. The working class really should be united under the banner of class solidarity, not scratching each others eyes out while the rich people rob us blind. Let's fucking do something. Let's put the fear of god into the rich and form a working class coalition that welcomes all. Let's make them stop profiting off our pain.

All those pissed off dude bros who voted for Trump? Here's your chance to be alpha. You wanna keep picking on women online, or do you want to take your power back from the people who actually took it?

[stalkerofthegods]

Lord Dionysus/Bacchus deep dive

Lord Dionysus is an eccentric god, He is an understanding god, I adore him as a researcher and as someone in the community with schizophrenia and mental illness, he is kind far beyond words, he is not only a wine god but also the god of freedom and ecstasy, may we all respect him and may his devotees and worshipers speak of his good deeds and yell in his honor of goodness.

Signs he's reaching out • smelling wine all of a sudden, craving wine, You feel a twinge of madness, dreams with his attributes with him, seeing references of him everywhere

Herbs •psalakanthos plant, Grapes and their vines, Figs, Bay laurel, Barley, Pine, Pomegranate, Fennel, apples, berries, weed, Silver Fir, Bindweed, poppy, wheat and hops leafs, wildflowers, pine cones, Apple seeds, Blazing star. I think he would like Cinnamon, mint, feverfew (happiness), Pepper, basil, chives, horseradish (courage), orange, lemongrass, marjoram (insight), vanilla, sorrel, cinnamon (love) 

Animals• Oxen and wild animals, asses, Leopards, Panther, Cheetah, serpents, rams,  dolphins, tigers, lynx, panthers, goats, bats, griffons, bulls , foxes, deers/fawns

Colors •purple, green, gold, Red, Black, White.

Patron of• fruit and intoxitation, Parties, Festivities, Banquets, Drinking, Bacchic Revelry, Madness, Bacchic Frenzy, Insanity, Hallucination, Homosexuality, Effeminacy, Cross-dressing, Forest Wilderness, Wild vegetation, Predatory big cats, Reincarnation, The path to Elysium, Comedy and Tragedy Plays, Playwrites, Actors, bartenders, the arts, non-binary people, divination, witchcraft, oracles

Curses• violence, and sickness, Destructive insanity, madness

Blessings• pleasure and fun, Religious frenzy (in the orgiastic cults), Ecstasy, Afterlife in Elysium (paradise), getting a bigger friend group, charismatic going up, getting a romantic partner.

Diety of• wine-making, orchards, fruit, vegetation, fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, theatre, partying, Epiphany, weddings, death, sacrifice, sexuality, dancing, immortality, and reincarnation, uninhibited freedom, as well as the subversion of the powerful, ecstasy, and abandon, swamps and marshes.

Crystals• Amethyst, grape agate, Garnet, Ruby, deep red stones, tiger eye, serpentine, leopard jasper, amber, green opal or jade, carnelian, rose quartz (someone had it on their alter for him, so I added it here.), bloodstone, sugilite, purple fluorite, ametrine lepidolite

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Zodiac • Taruas 

Vows/omans• none 

Number• 7 

Morals• he is morally ambiguous

Married to• Ariadne 

Past lovers• Althaia, Ampelos, Aphrodite, Erigone, Kronois, Pallene, Physokoa, Polymnos.

What he favors in devotees• free-spirited, out-of-the-norm, wild lifestyle, gender fluid, transgender, nonbinary people. People are restricted wanting to become free. 

Personality• He brings joy, ecstasy, and merriment, but also delivers "brutal and blinding rage”, he's a very chill guy, many say he is sassy. I met him once, and he respects people's boundaries.

Home• Mount Olympus 

Equivalents/most resemblance • Osiris, Hades, Sabazios, Yahweh, Bacchus, Liber, Tammuz, Orotalt, Fufluns, Acan, Jesus.

Epithets• Acratophorus, Ἀκρατοφό.ρος “giver of unmixed wine at Phigaleia in arcadia, Acroreites at Sicyon Adoneus a Latinised form of Adonis and is also used as an epithet for Bacchus, AegobolusΑἰγοβόλος "goat-shooter" at Potniae in Boeoria, Aesymnetes Αἰσυμνήτης “ruler" or "lord" at Aroë and Patrae in Achaea, Agrios Ἄγριος "wild", in Macedonia, Androgynos Ἀνδρόγυνος ”Androgynous” specifically in intercourse referring to the god taking both an active male and a passive female role, Anthroporraistes, Ἀνθρωπορραίστης “man-destroyer" a title of Dionysus at Tenedos, Bassareus, Βασσαρεύς "fox-skin", which item was worn by his cultists in their mysteries. Bougenes, Βουγενής or Βοηγενής “borne by a cow", in the Mysteries of Lerna,

Braetes, Βραίτης "related to beer" at Thrace, Briseus Βρῑσεύς "he who prevails" in Smyrna, Bromios Βρόμιος "roaring” and "roar of thunder" refering to the wind amd primarily relating to the central death/resurrection element of his myths and also the god's transformations into lion and bull and  of those who drink alcohol and refers to Dionysus' father, Zeus "the thunderer", Choiropsalasχοιροψάλας “pig-plucker" Greek χοῖρος = "pig"(which was  used as a slang term for the female genitalia as A reference to Dionysus's role as a fertility deity), Chthonios Χθόνιος “the subterranean”, Cistophorus Κιστοφόρος "basket-bearer and ivy-bearer" because baskets are sacred to the Dionysus,Dimetor Διμήτωρ "twice-born" which Refers to Dionysus's two births, Dendrites Δενδρίτης "he of the trees" as a fertility god, Dithyrambos Διθύραμβος used at his festivals referring to his premature birth, Eleutherios Ἐλευθέριος “the liberator" also a epithet shared with Eros, Endendros ("he in the tree"), Enorches "with balls" with reference to his fertility, or "in the testicles" in reference to Zeus' sewing the baby Dionysus "into his thigh" which means his testicles used in Samos and Lesbos, Eridromos"good-running" in Nonnus' Dionysiaca, Erikryptos Ἐρίκρυπτος "completely hidden" in Macedonia, Euaster Εὐαστήρ from the cry "euae",  Euius (Euios), from the cry "euae" in lyric passages, and in Euripides’ play “the bacche, Lacchus Lακχος a possible epithet which is associated with the Elusinian Mysteries, The name "Iacchus" may come from the Ιακχος (Iakchos) whicj is a hymn sung in honor of Dionysus.

Indoletes, Ἰνδολέτης, meaning slayer/killer of Indians Due to his campaign against the Indians, Isodaetes, Ισοδαίτης, meaning "he who distributes equal portions", cult epithet which is also shared with Helios, Kemilius, Κεμήλιος and kemas: "young deer, pricket",

Liknites "he of the winnowing fan", as a fertility god connected with mystery religions ( a winnowing fan was used to separate the chaff from the grain.)

Palazzo Massimo, Rome, Lenaius, Ληναῖος "god of the wine-press", Lyaeus, or Lyaios Λυαῖος, "deliverer” and "loosener") which refers to him as who releases from care and anxiety, 

Lysius, Λύσιος "delivering, releasing" At Thebes there was a temple of Dionysus Lysius, MelanaigisΜελάναιγις "of the black goatskin" at the Apaturia festival, 

Morychus Μόρυχος “smeared" in Sicily, because his icon was smeared with wine less at the vintage, Mystes Μύστης "of the mysteries" at Tegea in Arcadia, Nysian Nύσιος according to Philostatus he was called like this by the Ancient indians  Most probably, because according to legend he founded the city of Nysa, Oeneus, Οἰνεύς "wine-dark" as god of the wine press, Omadios “flesh-eater", Eusebius writes in Preparation for the gospel that Euelpis of Carystus states that in Chios and Tendos they did a human sacrifice to Dionysus Omadios, 

Phallen , (Φαλλήν) (probably "related to the phallus” at Lesbos, Phleus "related to the bloοm of a plant", Peudanor Ψευδάνωρ "false man" referring to his feminine qualities in Macedonia,

Pericionius, Περικιόνιος "climbing the column (ivy)" a name of Dionysus at Thebes, Semeleios or Semeleius or Semeleus an obscure epithet meaning 'He of the Earth' and 'son of Semele' Also “Son of Semele, Iakchus, wealth-giver”, 

Skyllitas, Σκυλλίτας “related to the vine-branch" at Kos, Sykites, Συκίτης "related to figs" at Laconia,Taurophagus, Ταυροφάγος “bull eating", Tauros Ταῦρος “a bull", Theoinus, Θέοινος wine-god of a festival in Attica, Τhyiοn, Θυίων "from the festival of Dionysus 'Thyia' (Θυῐα) at Elis", Thyllophorus, Θυλλοφόρος "bearing leaves" at Kos, Dionysus and Zeus absorbs the role of Sabazios (a Thracian/Phrygian deity)

Facts• Dionysus was the last god to enter Olympus, When Dionysus had grown up lady Hera made him into a state of madness so he wandered through many countries of the earth, He was a student of the famous centaur Chiron who taught him how to dance, The common names Dennis and Denise are said to be derived from Dionysus. he hated the sight of an owl

Roots• Ancient Greece, Greek mythology, Mount Pramnos on Ikaria

Offerings • Honey, Meat, Alcohol (especially wine), Fruit, Cakes, Poetry, Songs, Spices (ex- cinnamon), Blood or liquids resembling blood, He thinks those "wine mom" signs that you get in cheap gift shops are hilarious, Grape juice, Intoxicants, Grapes, Olive oil, Apples, Figs, Eggs, Goblets, Curved daggers, Bull horns, Snake skin, Leopard or tiger print objects, Purple candles, Theatre masks, Sexual toys, Percussion instruments, Wine bottles, Fake/toy grapes, Leaves or curls from grapevines, Pine needles, Pinecones, Apple seeds, Bindweed, Wildflowers, Toys photos or art of any big cats, snakes, Hymns, Songs you’ve written, Any art that you create, Any stories that you create, Art, pictures of the comedy, Wine corks, Wine labels, Toy or miniature drums, milk, water from the sea (he has a strong connection with the sea), Decorative beads, party beads, flashy jewelry, Wine glasses, Shot glasses, Corkscrews, Sparkling cider, Grape flavored things, Cheese, hallucinogens, Nips (small alcohol bottles), Bottle opener, Beer/soda tabs, Alcohol bottles with cool labels, Costumes, NatureFig/fig newtonsBull imagery, Donkey imagery, Bones, Antlers, Dead/preserved animals, Hiking gear, Seeds, Concert/festival tickets, Locks of hair, Shaven beard hair, Pride swag, ravagant clothes/clothes that make you feel good, soup (you know , you know.)

Devotional • learn about sacred sex, shamanic journeying, responsible entheogen use, and alcohol as a sacrament, read “The Secret History” book, Make a playlist for Him, Dance and sing to your favorite songs or songs you’d think He would like, Throw a feast in His honor, Remembering to take your medication and taking care of your mental health, Support/donate to your local theatre in His name, Be a part of the theatre, Stand up for those that are marginalized, Write stories/plays for Him, Invite Him to watch plays or movies with you (especially comedies or tragedies), Throw parties or attend them, Attend festivals, Attend a wine tasting, Go on wine tours, Attend parades, Masturbate or partake in sexual acts for Him (if you’re comfortable doing so And over 18), Drink alcohol or grape juice, Smoke po, Learn about winemaking, Support local vineyards, Wear wreaths made from ivy, Wear faux leopard or tiger print, Wear the color purple, Pray to Him for things while intoxicated/high, Visit your local winery and participate in a grape-stomp, do some Homebrewing in his honor, Grow a garden in his honor, Make your own ritual tools in his honor, Collect art, do Glamourbombs in his honor, Pretend to be somebody else in his honor, go out to a club in his honor, listen to music in his honor, read in his his mythos, write things for a ritual and write a prayer for him, eat some grapes or have some grape juice or sparkling grape juice (or wine if able and of age), listen to party music, read plays, watch musicals or plays (ex- high school musical, Hamilton), listen to musical soundtracks, learn about the history of theatre, learn about viticulture and vineyards, do things that bring you pleasure, listen to party soundscapes, watch documentaries about any of his sacred animals, Trip intentionally/spiritually, Learn about substance abuse/recovery, Destigamtize drug users, Learn about harm reduction, Make home videos, Write poetry, Act, Dress up, Go to the woods, Dance/sing in the woods, Meditate in the woods, Learn wilderness safety and first aid, Learn what to do when encountering a wild animal, Go off the beaten path, Explore new areas, Pick up litter, Forage, Recycle bottles, Grow fruit, Try new fruits, Have sex (let the partner know beforehand it's in Diyonisus honor, 18+), Masturbate (18+), Have threesomes/swing (ask him before and make sure the other participants know it's in Dionysus's honor, 18+.), Finally, give into that one kink you’ve been ignoring (you know the one, 18+), Learn about consent with partners, Learn how to preserve dead animals, Learn about different life cycles (ex-plants, animals), Learn about immigration in your area, Learn about different cultures, Try foreign foods, Learn a new language, Learn about your ancestry, Help immigrants in your area, Grow your hair out, Keep a Manifest/Keep a manifestation journal, Use Sexual/creative energy to manifest, Shed your old self, Do Self-reflection/self-exploration, Identify areas where you overindulge (ex- food, substances, spending).

Symbols• Grapevine, ivy, phallus, Thyrsus, theatrical masks, Leopard Skin, Panther, Cheetah, the animal called asses, cymbals, swords, or serpents, rams, laurel, asphodel,  dolphins, tiger, lynx, panther, horns, goats, his chariot pulled by 2 leopards, masks in general. 

Siblings• Ares, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Aphrodite, Hebe, Hermes, Heracles, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Perseus, Minos, the Muses, the Graces.

His friends/gets along with• Maenads and Bacchantes and Satyrs and Sileni and Pan and Priapus

Attendees• Seilenos (God of Drunkenness), Pan (God of Shepherds & Pastures) the Satyroi and Seilenoi (spirits of Fertility & the Wild) The Bakkhantes and Mainades (Nymphe and Women revellers) Komos Satyriskos (cup-bearer)

Appearance in astral or gen• Dionysus often took on a bestial shape and was associated with various animals, often wearing an Ivy wreath, the thyrsus, and the kantharos (a large two-handled goblet) In early Greek art he has represented as a mature male, bearded and robed holding a fennel staff tipped with a pine-cone, but later on he was portrayed as youthful sensuous, naked or semi-naked androgynous youth and effeminate with brown hair and pale features, often holding grapes and drinking wine.

Parentage•  Zeus and Semele, some sources also say Zeus and Demeter, some say Zeus and Persephone, but he always sends up with Persephone as a foster mother or as a biological mother, but before his reincarnation, his parents were Ammon and Amalthea.

Pet• leopards

Children • Priapus, Hymen, Thaos, Staphylus, Ononpion, Cumus, Phthonus, the Graces and Deianira, Seilenos, Pan, Satyroi & Seilenoi, Bakkhantes & Mainades, Komodo’s

season and festivles• Diyonosus festivals were bacchanalia, Dionysia, Anthesteria, Dionysian, Lenaia, Panathenaia,  his season was spring and March and April

Day• 11th to the 13th of the month of Anthesterion, around the time of the January or February full moon.

Sacred places• Boitia in Greece, naxos Greek, island Edina in western Thrake, his holiest shrine was Mt kithairon (Nysa) in Boiotia Greece, he also declared war on India. A sacred place is the theatre.

Status• Greek god in the major theoi, and an agriculture Demi God. 

Pet peeves• Uderestemating him, he probably won't like it if you ignore him

Music• Disco, show tunes, psychedelic rock, acid folk, Greek folk music, EDM, classical, new wave, art pop, vaporwave, just anything you can dance and sing to.

Tarot• Temperance, fool card, three of cups, the tower, 9 of cups (based off of how people see him through their tarot cards) 

Scents/Inscene • Pine incense,  frankensince, patchouli and vanilla, nutmeg, mulled wine, storax, and Benzoin.

Prayers•

Regular prayer

Dionysos, god whose arrival is swift and certain, enduring friend of women and men whose welcome is warm, bringer of light, we see you in shadows. Dionysos, granter of great blessings, your presence is a heady wine. Kind-hearted god, to each you give as is fitting, each vessel you fill only as we can bear, and yet with even a sip, we are drunk upon you, and our faith is affirmed. Awesome god, by our own will we drink deeply, with you we become lost, we wander, we are found.

Litany to Dionysos

Dionysos of the vine, rich-tressed god of wine, potent and lusty, unmixed, undiluted, with full force you come to us, vital and robust, rich and strong and surprisingly sweet. Dionysos, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Ivy-bearing Dionysos, god of the green, of the power of root on stone, the force of life that will make its own way in spite of all who labor to hold it back, no will or work can bind your might. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Dionysos of the deep earth, of the dark world, of the unknown expanse beneath the black soil, beneath solid stone, of mysteries you know much, of death and of what lies beyond. God of secrets, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Dionysos the inspiring, granter of words of prose or poesy, words heard best by the drunken and the mad, words forgotten with the passing of night and delight. Bacchus, granter of rare transport, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Dionysos Soter, holder of the hearts of men, you free us from the cares of the world, each brilliant frenzied moment a shining jewel, each glimpse of the sacred more precious than gold. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Kindly Dionysos, granter of good to men and women, giver of gifts to all who seek your blessing. Gracious Dionysos, accepter of offerings great and small, friend of mankind, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Regular Prayer to Dionysos

Dionysos, deep-hearted one who knows the souls of men and women, whose hand is ever open, ever within reach. Dionysos, god who runs in the dark, who sees with eyes shut tight, who dances to the heart’s strong beat, ever are you yourself, ever constant, ever changing god of those who are trapped, those who seek your truth and their own, those who seek vision beyond seeing, those who seek wisdom beyond knowledge, those who seek the self, pure and sweet, those who seek clarity beyond definition, who seek to embrace the uncertain, to hold, but loosely, to what is true beyond trust.

Regular prayer to Dionysos

I praise Dionysos, lord of the vine, lord of the far reaches of the mind; in the thick of the woods, along darkened paths, in the shadows of dusk and of dawn, you roam the world, the satyrs and the pretty nymphs dancing in your wake. Son of Zeus and fair-haired Semele, bold-hearted Semele, who dared to look into the face of glory, beautiful Semele who you carried into life again, Semele reborn who men called Thyone; beloved of clever Ariadne, quick-witted one, so dear to your heart, your bright-eyed bride and consort; Dionysos, friend of women, friend of the blissful, wild-eyed maenads, pilgrims and pioneers, those who seek, your cheer and inspiration, those who seek your release, from sorrow and despair, those who are lost in joy, and those who have found themselves in you. Dionysos, god of the darkest dark and the deepest deep, boundless one, endless one, fathomless one, in you we see the edges of ourselves, in you, we find our life’s journey, in you we find our home.

To Dionysos

I call to Dionysos, great god of the vine, son of thundering Zeus and headstrong Semele, loving husband of warm-hearted Ariadne. From the east you came, old before the ancients, throughout the elder world were you beloved; in Naxos and Boitia were you celebrated, in temples and in the savage wilderness, the fleet-footed maenads running in your wake. The sweetest, strongest wine is ever your drink; the mind’s release, the body’s loosening, your gift. O Dionysos; thyrsus-shaker, ivy-crowned god, we see you in the shadows, we see you on the edges, we see you in the haze of ecstasy, where we know the truth of passion, where we find the essence of our being. Bacchus, I call to you!

| Sources & websites in comments. |

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[0ratattack0]

Tools of an outlaw + the followers

Plus some dynamic practice poses/Sketch of Fidds!

Slow on making content of the AU but I think he’s just neat :))

[kaitys-bs]

Guns n’ Roses 🌹

mafia boss ellabs

NSFW MDNI

tags: smut with plot, top!abby, bottom!ellie, talks of murder, brief smoking, slight implied pinning?, little bit of a power dynamic, pet names (gorgeous, good girl, slut), degrading & praise, fingering (e receive), oral (e receive)

not proof read (who actually does…)

The city has been divided in two for as long as anybody can remember. Gang violence ransacking Seattle for decades, not a day would go by without the sounds of sirens or gunshots. That's until two men stepped up to gain some control, Jerry Anderson and Joel Miller.

Sure, the men were at each others throats from the very first day. Both believed they knew what was right to control the gang scene and in the end, agreed to split the city in two. Each having their own personal agenda for their enterprise.

The tipping point was the death of Jerry Anderson, leading his daughter Abby to take his place.

After Jerry died via single gunshot to the forehead, war between their respective families began to escalate, Abby speculating it was the doing of the Millers. She wasn't wrong, taking a golf club to Joel's skull which promoted his daughter Ellie to take his place.

What's the saying? An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind?

Ellie shuts her office door behind her, letting out a heavy breath with a rub to her aching shoulders. She needed a massage, or maybe to get her back blown out a round or two. It's been a long ass week to say the least.

She pulls out a cigarette and lighter from her pocket, circling around to her desk. A commotion occurring on the other side of Ellie's door causing a crease to form between her brows. Soon enough the door is flinging open and Abigail Anderson in her suited glory pushes through, blood on her jacket and murder in her eyes. "Williams!" She shouts, less than happy to see the auburn haired girl.

"Ms. Anderson. What a... surprise" Ellies voice sounds far from surprised, almost disappointed as she snuffs out her cigarette while leaning back in her chair, legs manspread with her arms pulled back into a cross. Suit jacket open with the top buttons of her dress shirt undone, Ellie looks a wreck with that shit eating grin plastered on her face.

Abby's palms press into the grain of Ellie's desk, death stare into her soul. "The fucking audacity of you. A drive by! A fucking DRIVE BY?" A soft chuckle leaves the brutes throat, reminding Ellie that Abby is just a girl despite the tough exterior. "I mean come on, you didn't even have the balls to do it yourself?"

Ellie raises from her spot, disliking the fact Abby loomed over her. Her glare through thin lashes still small under the blondes height. "Didn't see the need. Unlike you, I actually try to cover up my kills" But that's untrue, Ellie knew she wouldn't be able to pull the trigger on Abby if it came to it.

Abby raises an eyebrow, disbelieving her answer but surprised regardless. "But where's the fun in that gorgeous? Seeing the life drain out of their eyes..." She trails off, clicking her tongue.

"So why'd you come here? Rub it in my face you survived? Have my shooters head in a box for me or something? Kill me? What's your angle Anderson?" Ellie leans in slightly, her head cocking to the side as she takes in Abby's massive figure.

Abby again lets out one of those pretty chuckles with a shake of her head, "So little faith. I just came to get you to tell me why the fuck you think you can kill me? Do you want my guys to come after yours? That would start a full blown war." The way Abby scolds Ellie sends a rush between her legs, pressing them together behind the desk while keeping up the act.

"A war started the moment you bashed in my father's head" Ellie presses her palms into the desk harder, hearing the wood creak under the pressure of her ange and horniness. 

Abby leans in slightly with an innocent little grin, "So that's what it's about? You miss your daddy, do you now?" The way her lips pout with fake sympathy is so demeaning, making Ellie feel like a child. It's a turn on that she didn't know she had.

"Fuck. You" Ellie speaks through her teeth, "Is that all or is there something else you came here for?"

Abby smirks, eyes glossing up and down with a smirk before taking an inhale of air. "Normally when someone turns on me, I'd just take them out back and shoot them" She takes out her revolver, inspecting it in her palm before gently resting it on the desk, "But you're not just anyone, are you now?"

"What's your game here Anderson? If you're gonna shoot me, do it" The auburn haired woman barks as she sulks back in her skin, arms crossing with a hesitant look. While attempting to remain strong, it's getting harder to deny that pull.

Abby shakes her head a negative, "Such an attitude" Soon enough Abby's strong hands are gripping the sides of Ellie's cheeks, pressing them together and pulling the girl inches away from her face. "Almost like you're begging for me to fuck it out of you"

The breath from Ellie's lungs is almost vacuumed up in the whirlwind of emotions. The second heartbeat between her legs grows stronger and it has the strong woman melting in Abby's hands, "Tell me you want me" She whispers softly into Ellie's ears.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me alrea-" As Ellie snaps back at Abby, their lips smash together in what's probably years of pent up sexual frustrations with one another. The forbidden fruits of having one another. Adam eating the apple that's now evident in every man's throat you glance, a reminder of shame.

"Clothes. Off. Now" Abby grits between kisses, nodding her head to the leather couch in Ellie's office. Quickly, she starts to take off her suit jacket, button up, and pants, watching as Abby undresses her top half too. "All of it" She adds when Ellie stopped at just her underwear.

Laying back on the couch, Ellies body is masked by Abby's. The blonde leaning over Ellie with their lips meeting once more. Their kiss is rushed, tangled in each others limbs, breath fanning face. It's a mess of a spectacle straight out of every disgusting straight man's dream porno.

For once Ellie doesn't have to hold a high standard of control. For once she's able to just lay back and let someone take the wheel. She feels small, buck ass naked underneath Abby, in her bra and slacks. "Abby-" Ellie grits between her teeth as the blonde sucks purple bruises into the pale flesh of her neck. Abby's hands not going where she needs them most, staying on her waist, hips and boobs but never traveling below the belt. It's tortue, a worse pain than being shot.

"Yes gorgeous girl?" Abby smirks against her skin while her hands trace up and down Ellie's side. "What is it?" Her kindness is simply a smoke screen as she pinches Ellie's neglected and sensitive nipple, causing her to whine while arching into Abby's huge hands.

There's a pathetic look on Ellie's brow. The way she's so desperate and on the verge of tears behind the stare that would have Abby dead if looks could kill. "I swear to fucking god- oh" A moan cuts Ellie's bitching off as soon as Abby's lips wrap around her breast. "Shit- just like that"

That cocky look on Abby's face would normally be enough for Ellie to walk away. If only the way that the blonde made her crumble in a way nobody had was enough to keep Ellie in her place, back arching into Abby's skilled pleasure.

Soon enough Abby's large finger pushes its way into Ellie, the stretch enough to almost fill her with a single digit. Melodic moans fill the room as Abby takes her time, curling her finger and simply applying pressure to that particular spot every lesbian knows of. Pressure builds in Ellies core, a sort of tension building up on the verge of snapping as Abby continues to suck her tits.

"Keep-" Abby's sharp voice barks at Ellies uncooperative hips, pushing her down so her body is flush to the couch, "Keep still- stop your fucking squirming or I'll leave. You understand?" Ellie nods quick, her neck bobbing up and down but that's not enough for her, "Fucking say it!"

The feeling of Ellie's orgasm fades into the abyss, causing a sob to leave from deep in her throat. "I understand- FUCK!" Tears physically soak her cheeks at this point, she yelps with the feeling of Abby's finger leaving her pussy, watching her side down.

Abby sucks a bruise into her thigh, with a slap to the red mark, causing Ellie to squirm. "Good girl. That's a good fucking girl" Abby's praise makes the torture almost worse, what's actually worst is the slow kisses around where Ellie wants her the most. It's ticklish but also so fucking hot.

That's when, finally like a gift from a higher being, Abby's lips find her clit and start to suck hard, almost biting her bud. Ellie screams and tries to wiggle away but the flex in Abby's shoulders and arms keep her there. The blonde doesn't even take time to say anything, eyes shut as she takes her time eating Ellie like she's  her last meal on earth. At this rate, Ellie might shoot her if she doesn't cum so it very well may be.

The pressure builds and builds and builds till Ellie is breathless and unable to say a word. She can't even communicate herself, the whines and heavy breaths stop all words from forming. It's enough to boost Abby's ego for the rest of their lives. Ellie's nimble fingers tap the Abby's bicep, starting to squeeze as her legs clamp and shake like mad.

That orgasm flushes over Ellie like a truck, like nothing ever felt before. Abby takes a minute to finish what she started before pulling back to breathe, "You did so well, such a good slut" Abby sits down at ellie's feet, pulling the shaking girls legs into her lap to give a few tight squeezes in a massage.

Ellie takes her time to catch her breath with a stupid grin plastered on her cheeks. No thoughts till Abby speaks up again,

"So... about the drive by... was that your way of a booty call?"

[fateandfragments-fanfiction]

More Than Sparks (New Year Special) - F!Reader x Boothill

Honkai Star Rail

Among the chaos of the New Year Festival, Boothill’s steady charm and Readers sharp wit collide in a night of surprises.

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦

The streets of the Xianzhou Luofu were alive with the vibrant energy of the New Year Festival. Lanterns hung in neat rows above the cobblestone paths, their warm glow casting a golden hue over the energetic crowd. Warm-up fireworks punctuated the night sky before the main event, the simple displays illuminated the station in fleeting moments of awe. Children ran from stall to stall with sparklers in hand, and the tantalizing aroma of festival foods drifted through the air, mingling with the cheerful hum of conversation and laughter.

[Name] found herself wandering through the festivities, her usual reluctance to participate in such gatherings overridden by a restless curiosity. She wasn’t one for crowds, but there was something undeniably captivating about the Luofu’s celebration. It felt alive, in a way that made it hard to resist.

Her steps slowed as she approached a shooting range game tucked along the edge of the bustling square. A line of targets in the shape of mythical beasts spun and bobbed erratically, each promising a different prize if struck in the right spot. Standing at the booth, leaning casually against the counter, was a man she instantly recognized.

Boothill.

He held the festival's mock pistol—a gaudy contraption bedecked with glowing trim—loosely in one hand. His hat tilted just enough to shade his face, though his unmistakable grin was visible as he lined up a shot. With a casual squeeze of the trigger, he hit the center of a target, and the vendor whooped in excitement.

“Another bullseye!” the vendor declared, handing over yet another prize—a plush replica of a Cloud Knight soldier. Boothill chuckled, tucking the toy under his arm, where it joined an already substantial collection of festival winnings.

“Son of a biscuit, these targets just keep beggin’ for it,” he said, his drawl as thick as the syrup on the festival’s candied fruit. “Y’all better get some tougher ones, or I’m gonna walk outta here with the whole dang stall.”

[Name] bit back a smile, folding her arms as she approached. “And here I thought you’d stick to your trusty six-shooter. This looks a little too… neon for your taste.”

Boothill turned at the sound of her voice, his grin widening as he tipped his hat. “Well, if it ain’t Miss Sharp-Eyes herself. Fancy seein’ you here. Figured you’d be holed up somewhere scowlin’ at reports.”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And I figured you’d be off sweet-talking some poor soul out of their wallet.”

“Now, now,” he drawled, setting the pistol down on the counter with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll have you know, I’m here on strictly honest business tonight. Just enjoyin’ the sights, winnin’ a few prizes, maybe lettin’ loose for once. You oughta try it.”

[Name] gestured to his armful of plushies. “Letting loose, or robbing the festival blind?”

“Hey now, these beauties were won fair and square,” Boothill said, holding up the toys with a mock look of innocence. “Can’t help it if my aim’s straighter than a laser beam on a good day.”

“And on a bad day?”

“Still better than most, sugar.” He winked, leaning against the booth as he waved her closer. “What about you? You out here for fun, or just takin’ notes for your next report?”

“Neither,” [Name] said, stepping up to the counter. “Though now I’m curious if I can outshoot you.”

Boothill’s grin turned wolfish. “Oh, darlin’, that’s a challenge I can’t let slide. Grab a pistol, and let’s see what you’ve got.”

She rolled her eyes but picked up one of the neon guns, testing its weight. The vendor reset the targets, their erratic movements promising a tough game. [Name]'s first few shots were decent, landing on the outer rings of the targets, but nothing compared to Boothill’s earlier bullseyes.

He watched with exaggerated patience, occasionally throwing in comments like, “Close, but no cigar,” or “You plannin’ to scare ‘em into submission?”

“Oh, hush,” [Name] said, adjusting her grip. On her next shot, she hit the bullseye, the target lighting up in triumph. She turned to Boothill with a smug smile. “What was that about scaring them?”

“Well, I’ll be a shirtbag,” he drawled, clapping slowly. “Looks like you might have a knack for this after all. Don’t get cocky, though—beginners’ luck is a real thing.”

“I think I’ll take my chances.” She handed the gun back to the vendor and turned to Boothill, her smirk softening into a genuine smile. “This was surprisingly fun.”

“See? Told ya.” Boothill tipped his hat again, his tone lighter now. “Stick with me, sugar, and I’ll show you there’s more to this festival than just winnin’ toys.”

“And what’s your grand plan?” she asked, following him as he began to stroll toward the next stall.

He shrugged, his grin still firmly in place. “Don’t got one. Sometimes the best nights happen when you don’t plan a dang thing. Now, how ‘bout we grab somethin’ sweet and keep this party goin’?”

Without needing her confirmation, Boothill begun sauntering toward the nearest food stall with an easy confidence that seemed to draw eyes wherever he went. [Name] followed, shaking her head but smiling to herself as he approached the vendor. The stall was vibrant with sweet-smelling treats, candied hawthorns glistening like jewels under the festival lights.

Boothill leaned casually against the counter, tipping his hat. “Evenin’, partner. What’s the sweetest thing you got on this here menu?”

The vendor grinned, gesturing to the array of treats. “Can’t go wrong with the candied hawthorn. Sweet, a little tart—crowd favorite.”

Boothill tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Well, that does sound temptin’. Let’s do one of those, then.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow as Boothill handed over the payment and accepted the stick of glistening red fruits. He turned to her, holding it out with a sly smile. “For you, sugar. Since I don’t exactly dabble in the whole ‘eatin’’ thing.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “You don’t eat?”

“Not in the traditional sense, no,” he said with a shrug, the easy grin never leaving his face. “All this metalwork comes with some trade-offs, y’know? But that don’t mean I can’t live vicariously. So, go on—enjoy it for me.”

[Name] hesitated, then took the candied fruit with a small smile. “Fair enough. But if it’s terrible, I’m blaming you.”

He let out a low laugh, leaning back against the stall. “Trust me, darlin’, I wouldn’t steer you wrong on festival food.”

She took a bite, the sweet and tart flavors bursting on her tongue. It was better than she’d expected—simple but satisfying. As she savored it, Boothill watched her, his expression softening from his usual cocky grin to something quieter.

“Good, huh?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost reflective.

[Name] nodded. “It’s… really good.”

“Well, I’ll be,” he said with mock astonishment. “Looks like I might’ve done somethin’ right tonight.”

Boothill’s grin lingered as he leaned back against the counter, his eyes catching the soft glow of the lanterns above. The usual cocky air around him seemed to ease, his drawl taking on a warmth that settled into the space between them.

“Y’know,” he began, his voice low and contemplative, “I reckon this is one o’ those moments you don’t forget too quick. Quiet, just enough sweetness… kinda makes a fella think.”

[Name] tilted her head, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. “Think about what?”

“Hmm.” He tapped the brim of his hat as if mulling it over, his grin turning lopsided. “Well, sugar, I s’pose it makes me think about how even a man made of parts and pieces can still feel somethin’ mighty real.”

Her lips parted slightly, unsure how to respond to that. There was something in his voice—a sincerity that didn’t come with his usual flair for dramatics. For once, Boothill wasn’t putting on a show.

“And what exactly are you feeling?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost teasing but not quite.

He looked at her then, his eyes catching the lantern light in a way that made them shimmer with a peculiar mix of mirth and vulnerability. “Reckon I’m feelin’ like this here festival’s got a little more magic to it than I figured.”

[Name] huffed a soft laugh, looking down at the last bite of the candied hawthorn in her hand. “That’s a bit poetic for a cowboy.”

“Well, darlin’,” he said, straightening up and tipping his hat, “ain’t no law says a cowboy can’t get a little poetic when the moment calls for it.”

There was a pause as the noise of the festival seemed to quiet around them. She looked up at him again, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The space between them was filled with unspoken words, the kind that didn’t need to be said to be understood.

[Name] broke the silence first, clearing her throat as she turned to dispose of the stick. “You’re full of surprises, Boothill.”

He followed her with an easy stride, the faint clink of his spurred boots punctuating the gentle hum of the festival around them. “And here I thought I was an open book.”

“Hardly,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder. “You’re more like one of those books where the pages are out of order and the cover’s missing.”

He laughed, a low, genuine sound that sent a strange warmth curling through her chest. “Ain’t that a compliment if I ever heard one.”

They strolled together through the festival, pausing here and there to take in the sights. Boothill’s presence was steady, his usual flamboyance tempered into something quieter but no less magnetic. When they passed another vendor, he bought her a small paper lantern, handing it to her with a grin that didn’t require words.

By the time they reached the quieter edge of the plaza, the main event fireworks were being prepared. They found a spot on a low stone wall, the perfect vantage point for the display lighting up the sky. [Name] felt her breath catch, realizing their closeness at this moment.

“Not bad, huh?” he murmured, his voice low enough that she almost missed it over the sound of the crowd.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. “Not bad at all.”

Boothill smiled, softer this time, and shifted closer—not enough to be imposing, but enough to let her know he was there. The metallic gleam of his cybernetic hand caught the light as he set it on the wall between them, a quiet gesture of trust.

“You ever think about moments like this?” he asked, his voice quiet and steady. “How they don’t come ‘round too often?”

[Name] tilted her head, studying him. “Sometimes. But I think the real question is what you do with them when they do.”

Boothill’s smile deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I’d say you make ‘em count. And I don’t know about you, but this feels like one worth countin’.”

Her breath caught as the words settled between them, heavy with meaning. Before she could second-guess herself, she reached out, her hand brushing against his. The contrast of her warmth against the cool metal was striking but not unpleasant.

“You might be right,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He turned his hand over, his fingers curling gently around hers. For a man who usually swaggered through life with loud, brash confidence, his touch was remarkably gentle. “Darlin’, I’d bet my last circuit on it.”

As they enjoyed themselves in their moment, the rhythmic chant of voices rippled through the plaza, growing louder as the New Year’s countdown began to take over. All around them, the energy of the festival surged, the excitement building with every passing second.

“Ten! Nine!”

The first firework shot up, a piercing whistle that silenced the crowd for a heartbeat before it erupted into a cascade of gold and crimson, painting the sky in brilliant hues and imagery. [Name] tilted her head back, the light reflecting in her eyes, but her focus wasn’t entirely on the fireworks.

“Eight! Seven!”

Boothill stood beside her, his hat tipped back just enough to reveal his face, the faint glow of the fireworks catching in his eyes. His usual grin softened as he glanced her way, his expression open in a way that made her heart flutter unexpectedly.

“Six! Five!”

She hesitated, her hand moving to cusp his more intently. The usual sharp edges of her thoughts dulled, softened by the warmth of the moment. Boothill noticed her gaze and turned fully toward her, his grin shifting into something quieter, more sincere.

“Looks like the big moment’s comin’ up,” he murmured, his voice steady and low, though a faint smile lingered at the corner of his mouth. “You ready, sugar?”

“Four! Three!”

[Name] didn’t answer—not with words, at least. Instead, she leaned forward, the movement quick but deliberate, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was a brief gesture, enough to catch him off guard.

“Two!”

Boothill froze for half a second before his grin returned, slow and lopsided, a faint tint of something warmer in his expression. “Well now, ain’t that a surprise.”

“One!”

The plaza erupted into cheers as the main fireworks show reached its peak, bursts of vibrant color exploding in rapid succession overhead. Before she could pull away, Boothill reached out, his cybernetic fingers brushing against her cheek as he leaned in, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

His lips found hers, warm and sure, the noise of the celebration around them fading into a quiet hum. It wasn’t rushed or bold for the sake of it—it was steady, sincere, and carried a kind of weight that made her breath catch. The light of the fireworks bathed them in shifting hues, framing the moment in brilliant golds and blues.

When Boothill pulled back, his grin returned, though his gaze stayed locked on hers, softer than she’d ever seen it. “Happy New Year, darlin’.”

Her pulse raced, but she managed a faint smirk, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “You didn’t waste any time.”

“Reckon when it comes to you, I don’t see much point in waitin’,” he replied, his drawl light but edged with unmistakable sincerity.

[Name] shook her head, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “Happy New Year, Boothill.”

As the fireworks continued to crackle above and the cheers around them roared on, his hand lingered in hers, a quiet anchor amidst the vibrant chaos. And for the first time in a long while, [Name] found herself stepping into the new year with more hope than she’d expected.

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦

Surprise Boothill for the New Year! I was planning on posting at EST New Year but--I lowkey feel asleep and missed it by 30 mins LOL

[1v31182m5]

Cipher family headcanons expect sometimes my headcanons sound like episode scripts

•Scalene and Euclid got married on paper because they couldn't afford a wedding for being lower class. But even then it was the loveliest night of their lifes

•Euclid was a soldier in the military and hurted his right leg causing him to use a cane when walking. He still goes on missions but doesn't has an active role in wars since he's more like a long shooter. His vision is very sharp and clear. An excellent shot.

•He took Bill shooting once and with his mutation, Bill accidentally lifted the gun and shooted "up"

Euclid's friends were confused where the bullet went and he quickly tried to cover it by saying the bullet got stuck

This happened 3 times.

He was so stressed at that time but once they got home and were having dinner they all laughed about how it went

•Scalene is blue Euclid is red colored

•The statics voice in thisisnotawebsite talking about the sky is burning the murderer's name is Bill etc are Euclid's. The male voice

•The rockabye billy lullaby is something Bill hears from the statics most of the time

•Scalene had overprotection issues, he was scared of someone hurting Billy I mean everybody already mocks him all the time

•One time Bill tried to fake being blind in order to make his parents happy that the medicine was finally working but got caught a week later catching something from falling. It was so embarrassing no one talked about it even in that moment. They just learned

• One of the first tricks Bill learned after being conscious about his powers was to regenerate an eye, scared of losing it or getting it hurt

[perfectsunlight]

17 ⸺ KOREA UNIVERSITY

warnings: swearing, taunting

word count: 3.2k

part of the series: LOGICAL

korea university was knocked out of the competition for nationals in the quarter finals by ygu last year, meaning this time they were out for revenge. the starting lineup for ygu was a formidable force: lisa as the shooting guard, y/n as point guard, yunjin as the power forward, yeji as the small forward, and somi as the center. despite their differences, ygu’s synergy that they brought to the court was their true weapon.

from the tip-off, the game was intense. 

ku came out strong, but ygu matched their energy, point for point. per usual, lisa's aggressive style of play was on full display. her girlfriend’s sharp movements and her own quick shots kept the scoreboard ticking. 

the first foul of the game came as a result of lisa's overzealous defense. she had lunged at a ku player, arms reaching in an attempt to steal the ball. the whistle blew sharply, and the referee signaled a reach in foul. lisa scowled but held her tongue, knowing she needed to stay on the court.

“you know better than to reach for that,” y/n hissed out as they regrouped. her tone was firm and her eyes held a steely determination. the shooting guard glanced at her girlfriend, frustration flashing in her eyes. “yeah, i know,” she huffed, trying to keep her cool. “but they’re not giving us any calls. it’s like they’re blind out there.”

y/n’s expression softened slightly, her competitive nature mixing with her concern for lisa. “i get it, but i need you on the court, not on the bench with fouls. just play smart, okay?” the taller girl gave her a quick squeeze on the shoulder before they broke apart and returned to their positions. 

as the game resumed, the intensity only increased. lisa’s aggressive play continued to be both an advantage and a bane for the vipers. her quick steals and sharp shooting kept them in the game, but her temper was a constant risk. y/n continued to orchestrate their plays with her usual calm precision, keeping the team focused and cohesive as best as she could.

yunjin’s presence was felt on every possession. her ability to read the game and make crucial plays was invaluable. she drove to the basket with power and finesse, scoring key points and drawing fouls to keep ygu in contention.

yeji and somi, always following lisa’s lead, played with relentless energy. they crashed the boards, fought for every rebound, and set solid screens to free up their shooters. 

their unwavering loyalty to lisa was also evident in every play.

“somi!” the thai girl barked, her voice cutting through the noise of the gym. “hurry the fuck up!” 

one thing about korea university was that they never gave up easily. their defense was tight, and they had a reputation for being relentless until the final buzzer. they had been double teaming somi once they realized she was the main reason for the hole in their defense. somi scrambled into position, setting a solid screen for lisa, who used it to cut inside and drive to the basket. she was met by a wall of ku defenders but managed to draw a foul, earning two free throws. 

as she stepped up to the line, the gym managed to become even louder. the ku fans were relentless, jeering and shouting to distract her. the rivalry was fierce, and they had singled out y/n and lisa as their primary targets, especially since y/n was the daughter of an olympian and lisa was the best player in the league.

“miss it, superstar!” someone yelled from the stands. the taunts and jeers echoed, but lalisa blocked them out, focusing on the basket. she took a deep breath and made both shots, causing the crowd to boo for a moment.

but korea university’s fans were undeterred. as y/n brought the ball up the court, they started chanting, “nepo baby” over and over. y/n’s expression remained stoic, but inside, she was fuming. she used the anger to fuel her performance, pushing herself even harder.

it wasn’t that she hated being compared to her mother, it was the fact that they were trying to undermine her hard work and talent. she had spent her entire life trying to carve out her own identity, to be recognized for her own abilities rather than just being kim taeyeon’s daughter.

lisa, on the other hand, thrived on the animosity. the more the fans heckled, the more determined she became. she played aggressively, driving to the basket with ferocity and making impossible shots. she knew her girlfriend’s mind was preoccupied with the pressure of the game, and she channeled that frustration into her own gameplay.

coach taeyeon made a strategic decision. she was an accomplished olympian, but she was also a mother. she would not stand and let her daughter get bullied by this school’s student body. “seulgi, get in.” irene quickly motioned for the captain to get up. “yeri, you too. switch out with yeji.”

“aw man, my shoes are untied again.” “again, yeri?”

seulgi entered the game with a burst of energy. her movements were quick and precise, and she immediately began to impact the game. ygu’s defense tightened, and seulgi's tactical plays helped disrupt korea university’s offense. her seasoned skills were evident as she darted around the court, making passes and giving lisa open shots.

by the end of the second quarter, the score was 38-40 with ku in the lead. as the halftime buzzer echoed through the gym, the vipers trudged into the locker room, their faces etched with frustration and exhaustion. the atmosphere was tense as they sat huddled around coach taeyeon, the weight of the narrow deficit hanging heavily over them.

“listen up, i’m only going to say this once,” taeyeon said, her voice cutting through the murmur of discontent. “we’re still in this game. we need to tighten up our defense and focus on executing our plays. korea university is playing aggressively, and we need to start taking control again.”

coach irene flipped through some pages on her clipboard, nodding in agreement with the olympian. “seulgi, lisa, yujin, yena, rei. you will all start the second half.”

lisa, still fuming from the first half, threw her towel onto the bench and met the assistant coach’s gaze with a threatening look. “i want y/n.” irene didn’t spare the thai girl another glance. “this isn’t up for discussion.” the shooting guard’s jaw tightened, her frustration boiling over. “she was out there getting harassed, and you want to bench her?” lisa could handle their words, she didn’t mind them one bit. but for someone to speak poorly of her sweet girlfriend?

it was unacceptable.

coach bae’s tone remained firm and unyielding. lisa was known to not do well mentally without her girlfriend by her side. it was one of the reasons why kim taeyeon almost always kept the two together.  “it’s a tactical decision, lisa. we need her fresh for the last quarter.”

the co-captain’s frustration was evident, but she knew better than to argue further in front of the entire team. with a heavy sigh, she turned away, her eyes filled with unresolved anger.

y/n watched her girlfriend’s retreating figure with a mixture of concern and empathy. the issues between them were still unresolved, but they were still teammates. she understood why lisa was upset—seeing her girlfriend endure harassment while being benched was a heavy burden. yet, they both needed to channel their emotions into the game.

as the team prepared to return to the court, y/n seized a brief, quiet moment by the locker room entrance. she caught lisa's arm gently, pulling her to the side away from prying eyes and the cacophony of preparations.

“lisa,” y/n said softly, her voice a mix of determination and affection. the voices of the booing and obnoxious crowd were muffled by the walls of the locker room. “look at me.”

the taller girl turned, her eyes still holding the remnants of her frustration. before she could respond, y/n closed the distance between them and pulled her into a deep, urgent kiss. it was a kiss filled with all the emotion that words couldn’t fully capture—a blend of reassurance, love, and gratitude. lisa wasn’t perfect, but she still stood by her side. she wrapped her arms around y/n’s waist, deepening the embrace. when they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily, their faces flushed with a mix of emotions and relief.

“i need you to focus,” y/n said, her eyes locked onto lisa’s. “please don’t do anything stupid.”

the final quarter began with both teams fiercely battling for every inch of the court. ygu, despite the emotional boost from their quick moment of intimacy, faced relentless pressure from korea university. the score remained tight, with neither team able to secure a significant lead.

lisa, still simmering from the first half’s frustrations, played with an intensity that bordered on recklessness. her aggressive defense led to a couple of key steals, but also resulted in costly turnovers as she tried to force plays that weren’t always there.

seulgi, now fully integrated into the game, made several crucial assists and defensive plays. her presence on the court provided a much-needed spark, but it wasn’t enough to turn the tide completely. yujin’s impressive skills kept ygu in the game, but the effort was spread too thin.

ku had picked up their defensive intensity, making it increasingly difficult for ygu to execute their plays. with the clock ticking down, the pressure on the players escalated. lisa was visibly frustrated by the tight defense and persistent fouls. she found herself becoming more reckless. her attempts to drive to the basket were often met with heavy contact, leading to several missed shots and turnovers.

yujin was a great center. she had always been good at using her height to her advantage. however, she quickly began to feel the strain. her play style, while effective at times, also led to a series of fouls. her first foul came from an overzealous block attempt, followed by a second one when she reached in trying to steal the ball. the third foul was the result of an aggressive collision as she tried to secure a rebound. each foul added to the mounting tension on the court and led to yujin being temporarily benched to avoid a potential disqualification.

seulgi, seeing her teammates struggling, tried to take control. she made several key passes and defensive stops, but without consistent support, it was a challenging task. her frustration was palpable, and she could feel the weight of the game pressing heavily on her shoulders.

she was captain, and the responsibility of leading her team weighed heavily on her. despite her best efforts, the scoreboard showed the grim reality of their situation.

it was 58-57 by the end of the third quarter, with ku still in the lead. the crowd roared as korea university prepared to defend their slim lead.

coach taeyeon, recognizing the urgency, made a crucial substitution. “yuqi, get in there,” coach kim called out, signaling to replace rei. the poor girl was getting roughed around by the taller girls of korea university. yuqi, eager to make an impact and relieve her teammate, quickly entered the game, her eyes focused and determined. as she stepped onto the court, she was met with the intense atmosphere of the final quarter.

yuqi immediately made her presence felt, playing tight defense and creating opportunities on the offensive end. she intercepted a pass and quickly pushed the ball up the court, passing to lisa who took a quick shot. 

all y/n could focus on was the sneers and snickers of the crowd. they were pointing and laughing, mocking her as the daughter of an olympian. they were taking advantage of her vulnerability, their taunts a constant reminder of the expectations she had to live up to. their words cut deeper than she cared to admit, but she tried to push through, channeling her frustration into her play.

“y/n,” yeri firmly turned her younger cousin’s shoulder to face her. “don’t let them get to you,” yeri continued, her voice steady and full of conviction. “you know who you are, and you know what you’re capable of. they’re just trying to get under your skin because they know they can’t beat you otherwise.”

as the clock ticked down, the pressure mounted. y/n, sensing the urgency of the situation, made a determined decision. she stood up and stormed over to coach taeyeon, who was anxiously watching the game from the sidelines.

“mom, put me in!” y/n demanded, her voice firm and resolute. the intensity in her eyes left no room for argument. coach kim glanced at her daughter, her face a mixture of surprise and concern. “you’re better off staying out—”

“i don’t care!” y/n interrupted, her voice rising with desperation. the young kim was never one to question her mother, especially in a game. but these was different circumstances. “we need to win this game, and i need to be out there. i can handle it. please.”

taeyeon hesitated for a moment, then looked at her daughter’s determined face. she could see a familiar fire in y/n’s eyes and knew she was serious. “alright,” she said, taking a deep breath. “get in there, but if you start getting in your head again, you’re coming out immediately.”

y/n nodded quickly, her heart pounding with adrenaline as she sprinted back onto the court. she took her position, determined to make an impact. the crowd’s jeers seemed to fade as she focused solely on the game.

with y/n back on the floor, the dynamic of the game shifted. she moved with a sense of urgency, driving to the basket with renewed energy. her presence sparked a renewed intensity in her teammates, and they began to play with a sense of purpose.

as the final moments of the game approached, ygu was still trailing by one point. y/n managed to make a key steal, and with only seconds left, she passed to lisa. lisa attempted a three-point shot, but it was blocked by a ku defender. the ball was tipped out of bounds with just a fraction of a second left on the clock.

coach taeyeon called a timeout, rallying the team for one last play. it was 69-70, making the vipers still trying their best to climb out of the one point difference.

“this is it. we have one shot to win this game. make it count.” coach kim snapped, pointing out strategy on a clipboard for the girls. the team huddled together, observing the final play. y/n and lisa shared a quick glance, silently communicating their plan. 

“and yuqi you need to,” coach kim paused briefly as she watched yuqi’s head snap back towards the center of the huddle. yena bit back and snicker, already knowing who the taller girl was staring back at. all coach taeyeon did was shake her head and continued explaining the play.

in the final moments of the game, lisa’s frustration reached a boiling point. she attempted a high-risk three-pointer while double-teamed, but the shot missed badly. she slammed her hands on the floor in anger, drawing the attention of the referees and earning herself a technical foul. the technical foul gave ku a crucial set of free throws, which they converted to extend their lead.

y/n, now back on the court, did her best to direct the remaining players and calm the situation, but it was clear that the game was slipping away. with the final buzzer approaching and the score tied, ku’s star player managed to make a crucial shot that pushed them ahead by one point.

as the game ended with korea university clinching the victory, 69-71, the ygu team was left to grapple with their frustrations and disappointments. lisa, already feeling the sting of her mistakes, slammed her locker in frustration. yujin sat with her head down, remorseful over her fouls. seulgi and y/n exchanged glances, knowing that their challenges were far from over.

as the team walked off the court, y/n’s eyes met her mother’s. the look of disappointment was evident, but taeyeon pulled her into a tight hug. “you did everything you could,” she whispered. “i’m proud of you.”

lisa was beyond livid. her frustration with the outcome was evident as she slammed a nearby locker shut, her anger not yet dissipated. the other girls chose to ignore their co-captain’s tantrum. y/n, though exhausted, found some solace in her mother's embrace, trying to shake off the sting of defeat.

yuqi, on the other hand, was quietly dejected. 

she had made a bet with miyeon before the game. if they won, miyeon promised to give yuqi her number. the bet had been lighthearted, but yuqi had hoped for a chance to get to know miyeon better. with the loss, yuqi felt like she had let herself down, and the bet seemed to amplify her disappointment.

all yena could do was snicker and gently nudge yuqi. “hey, don’t be so down,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood. “you’ll see her again. maybe you can make another bet with her then.”

yuqi managed a weak smile but didn't seem entirely convinced. the weight of the loss still lingered heavily on her shoulders. “maybe.”

as they walked towards the bus, yuqi's eyes were fixed on the ground, her disappointment evident. just as she was about to climb aboard, she felt a tap on her shoulder. turning around, she saw miyeon standing there, her expression sincere.

“hi yuqi,” miyeon said, her voice gentle. she flashed the girl with an even gentler smile. “i know you’re probably feeling pretty rough right now, but i wanted to just say i really liked watching you play. you did so well.”

yuqi looked up, her expression a mix of surprise and gratitude. “thank you, miyeon. it means a lot to hear that, especially after tonight.” the other girl’s smile widened. “i know you were hoping for a different outcome, but you looked amazing out there. that’s something to be proud of.”

the chinese player managed a small smile. she could feel a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “i guess so. it’s just hard to shake off the disappointment.”

miyeon nodded, understanding. “i get it. but remember, one game doesn’t define you. you’ve got so much talent and potential.”

yuqi’s eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity. “you really think so?” yena interrupted the conversation by banging against the bus window with a playful grin. “hey, yuqi! quit flirting and get on the bus already! i want to go home!”

the center chuckled, embarrassed slightly at yena’s antics. she would make sure to get her back later. the basketball player glanced at miyeon once again, who was simply smiling. she was clearly amused by the interaction. 

“i guess i should get going. thank you again, miyeon.”

“no problem,” miyeon said with a warm smile. “and before you go, here.” the volleyball player handed her a slip of paper. 

yuqi took the paper, her curiosity piqued. as she unfolded it, she saw miyeon’s phone number neatly written in the prettiest handwriting she had ever seen.

yena quickly pulled the center back inside the bus while yuqi giggled and waved goodbye.

TAGLIST ⸺ ✭ @silantryoo @rosiehrs @niniwhiskers @cwpiqwon @jisooftme @1luvkarina @scarfac3 @santasbitch @lisas-earlobe @wallfl9wer @aerihiltonn @unforgivenangel @uzumakioden @skydreamed @haerinfangs @la-douleur-ne-finit-jamais @haerinkisser @giginings @lilsvx @milanlaia @pandafuriosa60 @wifey-badalee @slowlyturninggay291 @dreamingst99 @7daysronnie @thefckghost @drawing-into-the-night @xszn

CLOSED.

[olsenmyolsen]

This Is Me Trying - Three - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

masterlist

Summary: You and The Hawkeyes get ambushed as Kate meets The Spider

Word Count: 3.8K

Content: Guns, Shooting, Violence, Flirty Kate Bishop, Clint being protective

Your Y/N Tingle, as Peter so annoyingly called it.

You landed on a billboard and scanned your eyes around until the hairs on your body stood up.

It was another group of Tracksuits cornering a man.

"Please just take the car!" The guy yelled just loud enough that one of the four poorly dressed men raised his fist and connected to the man's abdomen.

"The city that never sleeps." You mumbled as you leisurely swung your way to the top of the car. Startling the whole crew.

"You know, fellas, I think there's better ways to get a car. Ever tried Uber?"

"Can it Spider-Girl!" A man barked at you, making you roll your eyes under your mask. "I was just asking. I've never used it." You gestured to your web shooter, making the guy look before you fired a web at his face, blinding him.

"Shit!" One of the three other guys called out.

"You know!" You jumped off the car to dodge an attacker with a crowbar. "Since you're all dressed the same, I'm gonna give you guys different names. Okay?" You asked, but no one gave an opinion as they charged at you.

You sighed and went to work catching the fist of the guy with a long grey beard. "Okay, you're Smokey." You said as you webbed his fist together and kicked him into a nearby dumpster. "One down."

The following two guys, each sporting a faded hairstyle, charged you together. One with ginger hair, the other blonde. "Would Ketchup and Mustard be too easy or not good enough?" You asked as you redirected Ketchups crowbar swing to hit Mustard in the back. Making Mustard miss his kick at your leg but giving you enough time to web his foot to the ground as you jumped over the two. Webbing the crowbar and flinging it down the alley.

"Huh?" Mustard asked as his foot didn't move after barely recovering from the hit. "Oh, here!" You said as you webbed his other foot to the ground, making him wide-eyed. "Ketchup! Get her!" He yelled, causing the other guy to tilt his head, confused. "But that's not my-"

You knocked him out in one punch.

"You know I actually hold back when I fight." You told Smokey, who sat on the ground with back pain thanks to the dumpster. "Whatever." He muttered, earning a shrug from you.

"You whatever," You mumbled back as you looked at Mustard and pushed him, causing him to fall over, thanks to his webbed feet.

"That's enough!" The man who you blinded with your web finally tore it off. "Oh hey!" You waved as he pulled out a gun. "You've caused enough problems!" He shouted at you as he cocked back the pistol. "This might not be the right thing to say, but trust me, I know.." He looked at you. "You see, I have an essay due on-"

"ENOUGH!"

He fired a shot into the air before pointing back down at you. You could hear the screams and hushed whispers of the people around this city block.

"Hey, let's put the gun down."

You put your hands up as he turned the gun to the side. "I don't think so." He turned the gun away from you and to the man lying on the snow-covered asphalt—the owner of the vehicle.

The owner looked from the gun to you with fear in his eyes. "Please..." You gave a little nod his way.

Internally, you named him Carl.

"Don't do anything stupid." The man with the gun.. let's call... Dean said. "I won't." You replied back. You kept your eyes in the direction of Dean, but behind the mask, your eyes were searching for protection for the car owner.

A tire a few feet away would have to do.

"I'm really sorry about this." You said, confusing both men. Without another wasted second, you webbed past the car owner. Your web sticking to the tire as you pulled it towards you,

Dean fired his gun.

The bullets began ricocheting over the rim of the wheel or getting stuck in the rubber of the tire as they flew past Carl's head.

With your other hand, you webbed the gun free from Dean's hand and sent it flying backward into Smokey's head, knocking him out.

Now free of the gun, you jumped and twirled in the air to add speed to the momentum of the tire before letting go as you flung it at Dean.

The tire bounced off the cold ground and right into his standing body, sending him flying a few feet away. The tire kept going until it collapsed down the alleyway.

Dean hit the snow with a heavy thud.

He was out.

You landed on the ground and let out a breath.

"I-I thought- I thought I was dead," Carl spoke up after a moment of silence, garnering your attention.

You took cautious steps and crouched in front of him. He sat on the ground shaking. The snow in the air added a quiet bubble between you and him.

"Hey, it's okay. You're here, man. You're here." Carl reached forward for your hand.

You extended it and helped him to his feet.

"You save-saved me!" He took in his surroundings before looking at you. You shrugged. "It's all in a day's work."

Carl shook his head and patted your shoulders.

"I get to go home to my wife because of you."

You weren't going to lie. That did feel good to hear. But even as a spider-based superhero, you still aren't the best at taking compliments.

"Ummm, the police should be here any moment. Okay?" Carl nodded. "Just get home safe."

"You too, Spider-Woman!" He cheered. "Just The Spider is fine." You laughed under your mask and started walking backwards. "You got it, Spider!" Carl shouted as you webbed up the passed-out goons.

"Merry Christmas! Well- uh- if you celebrate!" You shouted as you zipped onto a fire escape before flinging yourself to another roof.

Carl watched in astonishment and clapped. "You too!"

As you hung in the air, let out a breath and collected your thoughts. Getting shot at was never going to be an easy thing just to have happen.

You let out another web and launched yourself into the air, adding a little spin into your release. Your web reached another building, but before you could twhip yourself up, your tingle started going crazy, and before even thinking about it, your body twirled over to avoid an arrow.

Wait, an arrow??

You webbed it up and quickly looked around.

Your eyes eventually found the man you loved to annoy.

Clint Barton on a roof waving at you.

You smiled and let your feet hit the snowy roof with glee. "Hawkeye!" You actually called him by his hero name for once, surprising the man.

"Spider!" He called back as he took the arrow from your hand before looking at the webbing with disgust. "Does this stuff come out of you?"

You tilted your head. "Ew, no!" Clint tried pulling the webbing off the arrow but failed. "It'll dissolve soon." He glared at you. "Hey! You shot at me!"

Clint couldn't argue with you there.

"Why did you shoot at me?" You asked with a smile behind your mask. You didn't get to meet a lot of heroes doing this job.

"Well, honestly..." Clint sighed. "I wanted some information."

"Oh?" You said, surprised. "About?"

You walked past Clint and sat on the roof's ledge while looking at the rugged man. He sighed. "About that building?"

He pointed past you and to the building across the way. It was one you recognized from Ned's discovery. "What girlfriend kick you out?" You joked as you pulled out your phone to text Ned.

Ned sat in your room on the computer. Peter was lying on the floor, throwing a crumbled-up piece of paper to himself. They both had just finished their robotics report for the week and were decompressing.

Outside the room in the living room, MJ was napping with a bowl of Alfredo pasta turned over on the floor. It had fallen when she turned over earlier.

A game show was playing on the TV.

MJ only watched game shows by herself.

"Is that Y/N?" Peter asked when Ned's phone chimed. "Yeah," Ned replied after looking at your text. "What does she want?"

Peter got up and walked up to Ned, sending files and pictures to you. "Just information." He replied, making Peter tilt his head. "Information? About?"

Ned wasn't sure if he should lie or not, but thankfully, he didn't have to say anything when you sent a selfie of you and Clint Barton looking annoyed in the background. Followed by a text: "Hawkeye is bossy."

"Did you really say that?" Clint whined when he asked, making you laugh.

"No, of course not." You lied to the archer and smiled when you got the dump of information from Ned. You sent a quick thank you text and once again ignored Peter's text about doing school work despite the fact that you were hanging out with an ex-Avenger!

"Here." You flipped your phone over and showed Clint the info you had on the buildings. "So you really are tracking them too," Clint said, making you roll your eyes. "I have no reason to lie, arrow guy." You paused. "Hey, that rhymed!"

Now, it was Clint's turn to roll his eyes.

You put your phone away as Clint turned his head and looked at the building. "So... what's your plan? To just stay here and wait for something to happen?"

Clint moved his shoulders up and down. "Kinda."

You huffed and sat down on the snowy roof. You frowned as you immediately regretted it because you'd have to wash this suit next. "That's lame."

Clint chuckled.

You looked around the roof. "Hey, where's number two?" You asked, looking up to number one. "I'm starting to think they're not real."

"Oh, they're real." The older man said. "Look."

You looked to where he gestured, and through one of the broken-out windows on the building across the street, you saw a chick dressed in purple point her bow and arrow in your direction. "Oh, so she is real!" You looked from Clint back to the girl.

"So should we move?" You stood up. "That arrow is pointed directly at us!" Clint laughed. "I would if I were you."

"What does that me-?" Your body flipped itself out of the way as the arrow flew by you and plunged itself into the brick wall of the roof behind you.

Attach at the end of it was a giant black cable that got yanked up with a force on the other side, creating a zip line across.

"Was she aiming for me?!"

"Probably," Clint responded like it was no big deal. "You coming?" He asked as he attached himself to the zip line and clicked on a flashlight. Something you noticed the girl in the window do as well.

You look from him to the building where the girl was waving from.

You waved back. "I could've just swung you over there." You pointed out to number one. "Yeah, but if I broke another bone because of someone else, my wife would then probably kick me out."

You guess you could see the logic in that.

"Wait, you're married!?" That piece of news finally hit you.

"Happily. See you over there." Clint stated as he started making his way across.

You looked from Clint back to the building again.

You've never really done team-ups, but this was happening naturally. You and the two Hawkeyes were all on the same trail of crime. You all knew where it was potentially leading, so the more help wasn't something to shake your head at.

So when Clint looked back over to you when he was halfway across, you made your decision.

With one twhip, you beat Clint across and squeeze through a window to find yourself in front of Hawkeye number two.

But never in a hundred years would you have guessed who it would be.

"Hi!"

Her voice was the exact same, and the way her face scrunched when she looked at you full of glee was something that made your stomach flip with butterflies.

Kate Bishop stood in front of you in a purple ensemble with her bow in one hand and a quiver of arrows on her back.

Aside from the suit, you noticed that Kate had her hair down. She was wearing a purple beanie.

She looked cuter than ever.

Her cheeks were pink from the cold. You could also see a fresh coat of lip balm was recently applied to her lips. Lips that looked soft as- "I can't believe I'm with the Spider!"

She broke you out from your thoughts as she cheered in front of you.

"I'm Kate Bishop, Hawkeye." She extended her hand and waited for you to shake it. "Y/-Uhh I-" You fumbled over your words as you extended your hand. "The uh-" You went wide-eyed.

Your voice!

She couldn't recognize your voice!

You started shaking Kate's hand before making your voice deeper. Not a cartoony amount, but just enough where Kate would definitely know that The Spider is a lesbian.

Ya know?

"T-The Spider!" Yet you still stuttered in front of your crush, causing your face to go completely warm.

The need to rip your mask off to breathe normally was rearing its head.

"Sorry for shooting at you, by the way!! I just wanted to see if you really had it!" Kate said as she dropped your hand with excitement.

"It?" You questioned.

"You know the..." Kate acted out your acrobatic movements, all while her two feet remained on the ground. "Your dodgy spider thing." She smiled as she spoke.

Kate Bishop was the exact same.

You couldn't believe it.

A smile was on your face behind the mask.

"My Spidey sense." You said, making Kate's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh! Cool!" She nodded to her own words as she bit her bottom lip.

Something so innocent was making you blush.

So you turned around and started walking along the floor of the building just as Clint FINALLY came through the window. "I'm getting too old for this shit." He said as he unclipped himself from the zipline.

"Spider," Clint called out as you looked back. "Kate. Spider. Just in case this one was too star-struck to say anything."

That made you listen.

Kate looked at Clint, embarrassed. "No! No! He's joking! Like it's not true! I mean, I like you but- not like that! Like, I admire you... From afar! Ya know? Wait, that's not right!"

Clint covered Kate's mouth as you stood there, shocked at the jumble of words spilling from your crush's mouth.

"She admires you as a hero. Just forget she said anything." Clint said as he removed his hand. "Yes. Thank you, Clint." Kate nodded but avoided eye contact with you.

You just nodded back and grinned widely under the mask. "Well, thank you, Kate."

Kate tilted her head and looked your way.

"You said my name. The Spider said my name." She whispered loudly to herself before starting into the distance.

"Well, enough of... that," Clint said. "Kate, did you find anything?"

Kate nodded and singled for you and Clint to follow.

"Every floor was either empty or left to rot. And this one was the same until..." She stopped in the hallway of what you now recognize as an apartment building door and shined a light on the door.

It looked a lot like Aunt Mays. 

Kate pushed the door open. As it creaked to a stop, one by one, the archers and you stepped inside. The apartment looked lived in. Boxes and tables were removed from dust where others still had it sit. A bed was in the corner of one room, where a work bench and whiteboards riddled with equations and words sat in the corner of another.

"Somone lives here?" Clint asked to no one in particular.

"Lived." Kate held up a notebook left behind on the coffee table and started reading from it.

"I've done all that has been asked of me, and yet he keeps asking for more. I'm afraid of what will happen if I say no. But with the recent news of his disappearance, maybe I have a chance. Now is my time. I'm smarter than this. And if they come for this place-"

"It stops there. No more entries after that." Kate looks from you to Clint, who grabs the notebook and flips through it before returning to that final page. "This was written almost a year ago."

You take a few steps closer. "His dissapearance." You repeated. Making the other two look at you. "Yeah?" Kate asked as you thought about the words.

"Who owns the buildings? Who disappeared a year ago and is creeping up our backs. Powerful enough to have people go into hiding."

Clint sighed.

Kate knew.

"Kingpin." You snapped your finger and nodded; you went to say more, but your phone started to buzz. "Oh.." You picked up to see Ned's caller ID.

"One moment." You said, making Kate look at you a little differently.

Clint returned to the notebook and started to take pictures before combing over the place.

You took the phone into the other room and clicked the side of your mask. "What??" You asked in a hushed whisper. "Where are you?" Ned asked as he looked at live camera footage of a group of Tracksuits exiting a car.

"In a what we now know is an abandoned building."

"Okay, well I have- wait we?!" Ned asked as he took his eyes away from the computer screen. "Yes, me and the Hawkeyes!! Oh my god, speaking of which! I have to tell you-"

You stopped as your body started to feel it.

Your hairs went straight up.

You stood up and started walking out of the room and into the room Clint and Kate were in. "Spider?" Clint asked, a little worried. Kate turned to see you look around, slightly panicked.

"What's going on?" She asked.

Clint shook his head, and the two watched you.

Your body directed you to the abandoned desk. You squatted down and ignored the feel of Kate's eyes on your ass.

That's when you saw it.

A silent armed. Triggered to go off when the front door opened. Kate must've accidentally set it off when she discovered it earlier.

Yet your tingle didn't stop.

You stood up again and walked to the window. At the same time, Ned's voice came through your earpiece. "Get down!!"

Time slowed as the first bullet cracked the window, sending shards of glass your way as the bullet blew right past your face.

As the glass skimmed your mask, you turned towards Kate and hit a button on your wrist to send a wall of webs in her direction.

"Get down!" You shouted as your voice became muffled thanks to the rain of gunfire coming from the street below you.

You watched Clint hit the deck as he was the furthest away. If he could save himself quicker, the quicker he could save Kate and you. If needed.

As you hit the floor, your webs hit the ceiling and wall in front of Kate, protecting her from a shower of glass and ricocheted bullets, which left you unprotected as you began crawling toward the younger Hawkeye.

"We have to go!" You heard Clint yell as the gunfire didn't stop. You agreed and motioned for them to go first when you finally made it to Kate.

But she was going to leave without you.

Kate grabbed your left hand and started dragging you as she followed Clint through the front door of the apartment. The sound of glass and gunfire sounding further away as you three ran through to the other side of the abandoned building.

Back to where you entered. Except when you looked out the window, you saw men waiting on the roof across the way.

"Shit!" Kate said as she got her breath. "Language." Clint retorted, causing Kate to give a really?! look.

Clint looked around, ignoring Kate, until his eyes landed back on you.

"Spider, take Kate and get her out of here."

You opened your mouth to speak up, but Kate beat you to it. "Clint! I'm not leaving you!"

He looked at her and placed his right on the top of her purple beanie as the sound of gunfire started to become louder. The men entered the building.

"Yes, you are. I'll hold these guys off and meet you at your aunts."

You watched Kate shake her head and sign to the older Hawkeye. Leaving you out of the conversation.

Clint sighed and signed back.

Clint grabbed his bow and turned towards the window to line up a shot.

"Cli-"

"Kate!"

He turned his head back, stopping her. Kate deflated. "Spider, take her."

You lifted your eyes from Clint to Kate. You took a shaky step forward and placed your hand around the strong arm of your crush.

She looked back and nodded. "Let's go." She took a step towards a window positioned on the west side of the wall and broke it with her bow. She cleared the glass away and waited for you to climb onto the exterior wall.

"Right!" You nodded and jogged to the window.

It was a silent moment between the two of you as Kate stepped outside the window and into your waiting arms. You couldn't help the feelings in your stomach and the fire in your heart when Kate wrapped her legs around your waist.

Her chin on your shoulder.

You also couldn't help your mouth when it opened up. "Usually, I like to take a nice girl out to eat before this happens."

You cringed and rolled your eyes at your own words.

Thankfully, Kate laughed. Whether it was genuine or not was a mystery, but she smiled and wrapped her arms tighter around you.

"I may have a slight obsession with you, but let's slow down."

That was news to you.

"Obsession, huh?" You felt a grin grow on your face.

Kate quickly hid a blush and pushed herself further into you, which didn't help the moan stuck in your throat from trying to fight its way to your lips.

But you swallowed it down and managed to say: "You ready?"

You felt Kate nod.

"Hold tight." You said even though you would never allow Kate to slip from your grasp.

You twhipped you and Kate away from Clint as you heard him send a barrage of arrows to the idiots on the other roof.

On the outside, Kate tried to play it cool, but on the inside, her stomach was doing flips like it was qualifying for a gold medal.

The rush of air against her body hundreds of feet into be air was one thing

But being wrapped around your body was another. Especially when she couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the first time the two of you had met.

But Kate would know if she had ever met the Spider...

So, who were you?

Tagging List: @daddy-jareau

dividers by @/benkeibear

[gowns]

and then sometimes i get so frustrated because it seems like most parents are willing to turn a blind eye... they're quick to get upset with teacher or staff behavior but don't want to rock the boat with each other. so i have first-hand seen things like, a boy grabbing a girl's chest on the playground (!) and when i tried to talk to the parents about it they were like "oh they were just playing, i'm sure he didn't mean it," and i don't really give a shit about what the kid "meant" by it, but i do know that the girl felt really uncomfortable and started crying. but both these parents are in the PTA and just kind of shook their heads and shrugged at each other. dude.

there was also an incident where my kid was being bothered by a boy every other day, and i tried to address it, and they were like "oh he's young he's figuring things out, girls mature faster than boys, he just needs to learn the rules" and then one day he snapped and choked my kid. look, it happened in a split second and was quickly broken up, and the kid was transferred to another school, but i'm still like... ugh. disgusted and rattled by that situation. they were 5 and 6 at the time and i don't think he's a "bad kid," but i do wonder, wtf was happening at his home for him to think he could choke a girl??

my kid already doesn't trust boys and men as a default and i can't say i blame her... i try to give her positive role models she can look to but they are "exceptions that prove the rule" for her, already, at the age of 7 years old.

idk man all this shit makes me think about school shooters and etc. we really aren't talking enough about what we're doing with the boys we're raising as a society...... ... .... turning off reblogs on this because terfs dni and it's not a debate. i'm just frustrated