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jess-the-vampire · 3 years ago

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Sooooo whatya think of the new episodeee?

Oh it’s definitely my favorite episode of the series so far, i was having such a good time at every turn. I’m glad i went out of my way to avoid spoilers, cause i was glad to actually be surprised by some elements on first watch.

I think this had by far the best opening for an episode so far, we finally get back to the villians, we meet the coven heads, we get insight on belos’s plans-

and then belos gets constipated, which starts getting into the more character driven lore, which is the best part. You instantly can tell GG and Kiki have some bit of tension between them to be Belo’s favorite, though granted i wonder if hunter is the only one to know belos is cursed and actually just always insists to help belos with his fits to prevent others from seeing them.

Including kiki.

It’s honestly unclear how aware anyone is that belos is cursed, like him eating pailsmans is apparently not something he hides, but like....i feel him being cursed is something that people would know universally if it got out...so i’m left wondering if anyone knows besides hunter.

Regardless, belos turns into a goop monster with an angry side, and i guess his mask doesn’t transform with him compared to the rest of his body so he breaks it again because i guess he goes though masks like crazy.

Hunter turns away in this scene from his outburst and even though he’s masked here i can already tell he’s most likely pained in these scenes. Like he’s probably seen this happen so many times, and i can’t imagine it gets any easier for him, it’s probably awful to watch belos suffer like this for him (Regardless of the abuse)

And to be honest, it seems pretty painful for him, i think this ep seems to at least confirm whatever this thing is that takes over belos’s body.....belos never actually wanted it in the first place.

Yeah so after Hunter tells belos there’s not enough trees to medicate him anymore, we’re hit with the “UNCLE”. Which, when i first watched it i needed a second to even process the fact they confirmed their relation.

and i was like “CLOSE ENOUGH”, not his kid but uncle still works just fine for me, i’m just happy my assumption they were related actually came to ahead.

And i rewatched this episode a few times, and on second watch i realized more what happened in this scene. Hunter was talking about his interest in wild magic, and making more pailsman to help belos, and some method that could heal him and as soon as belos looked at him he instantly shut down.

He was clearly rambling about wild magic cures for belos because of his interest in it, and then suddenly remembered his uncle hates wild magic and felt super awkward.

It seems highly likely his interest in wild magic came from trying to cure belos and spending a lot of time reading up on the stuff.

And then we get hit with the whole “Our family is dead because of wild magic” line, which.....i’m curious to know what happened there. But it does at least explain why belos feels how he does, if wild magic both killed his family beside hunter AND cursed him in the first place. We’re just gonna need more info on what exactly happened.

Also while Belos is def abusive and does not treat hunter how he should, this scene actually does read off to me like belos does care about hunter to some degree. If belos is cursed and his curse works in similar ways to how Eda’s curse works, then it’s worth reminding ppl that eda mentions early this season how stress can amplify the curse even more.

And sure enough, belos goes goopy on hunter’s shoulder all of a sudden when he grasps him. Which could be considered a sign of stress and that the idea of hunter dying or being in danger actually does stress him.

You could very much also assume this is just due to his curse not being fully handled and just getting worse, or that belos only cares about hunter for selfish reasons....but i’m not taking anything off the table here.

Belos can still be a shitty uncle, and still care about hunter, these aren’t mutually exclusive traits. But we need more episodes for now on this.

But anyways he asks hunter if he can rely on him, kiki is pissed......and we move on.

So i’m glad luz’s impulsiveness is addressed a ton in this episode, they actually bring up a lot of good points. That luz has no plan, that the time she’s spending here might render moot if she goes back to earth, ect ect.

Hunter even calls her out a lot later for not thinking things through, it’s a whole deal in this episode. I’m glad it was brought up cause it’s actually worth asking a lot of these things.

the set up here works, they actually made a good reason for why a pailsman didn’t bond with her. Speaking of which the adoption thing is cute and i love it, it’s a great idea. The designs are all very cute and fun.

Bump face reveal was a lot for me to process, but i find the idea of his pailsman being a pet that can help with his disabilities a good idea.

Also like, i did find it odd that they got staffs so early because we’ve never seen kids their ages with them before, but i guess it’s a new tradition? Does everyone at hexside now have one?

Honesty not sure why batqueen left the nest there overnight, i meant i guess she assumed they were safe with that shield but in context i dunno why she didn’t take them home after the school day was over.

but whatever, luz stays there overnight hoping a pailsman will bond with her and GG just kidnapps them cause of pure luck on his part a bunch of pailsman were in a vulnerable spot tonight.

So GG continues to be charming, by whistling the theme song and then being blasted off his ship hilariously, before cockily teleporting himself right back on it seconds later. Like he and luz have great banter, he’s so extra like this it’s so funny, and god he’s so FAST with that staff it’s scary but so awesome.

Yeah so then hand dragon crashes them and i was so excited cause it meant face reveal. Poor dude looked so in pain and then we find out kiki tried to effing murder him because of course she did. But like, i think killing your boss’s nephew is the WORST way to get a promotion tbh.

(Also i got confused for a bit cause his mask has always been drawn as a mask, but now it’s a helmet in this scene for whatever reason but-)

Anyways, face reveal, Like honestly ppl weren’t too far off with their guesses, really the only thing people didn’t get was the tooth gap (That was fair tho, we couldn’t have guessed that). But it did make him even cuter.

like the banter is funny, he licks her hand, she slaps him, he looks SO pissed at her for this mess.

and i guess that outfit is his under armor apparently.

He’s lucky she didn’t run away immediately and followed him, but maybe he assumed she would since she had no where else to go.

Also his expressions in this ep are glorious, these had to be fun to draw.

Also we find out that the coven team members have never seen his face i guess? They just assume he’s a silly kid and are awful to him, so i guess he’s not only the youngest member of the coven but he never really shows his face much.

(”Call your parents”, ha ha.....whose gonna tell them who his uncle is?)

He is however, REALLY good at parkour and he’s fast even without his staff, so he’s well trained alright.

And then they reveal he’s not magical and i was SO happy cause i was so sure something was up when he wasn’t doing magic like the other witches despite his pointy ears. So they outright confirmed what i thought.

Hunter is pretty smart tho, like he can tell luz wouldn’t hurt him and wouldn’t flee so he knows he has the high ground here. Like he might be being a bit of a dick, but to be fair luz has been nothing but a dick to him throughout the whole episode (Everyone in this episode has been a dick to him tbh)

They team up and i get excited cause i love this kinda stuff and it gets more wholesome because hunter is super interested in her magic, he thinks it’s cool and you can tell how much he actually loves wild magic but then again...shuts himself down because of belos making him fear the stuff.

An then because luz asks, he tells her his backstory.

honestly with how this world treats people who aren’t magically powerful, living and growing up in a world that would find you useless sounds....awful. Hunter must be an anomaly around here, human blood or not.

Luz coming here to learn is different then growing up in a world and being the only one with no abilities and no future without them. Belos provides him with magic and a future, it’s no wonder he stays with him despite everything.

the whole “Found me” thing is weird, cause belos implies they’re blood related and hunter makes it sound like belos semi-adopted him. Which....if he did i dunno why “Uncle” and not “Adopted dad”, but ok....guess that’s for later.

Apparently hunter is important for something tho with the “Titan has big plans for me” thing, not sure what, but-

But yeah as soon as Hunter talked about wanting to make his own future and Rascal tried to land on him i knew EXACTLY where this was going, it was so cuteeeeee. The lil birb wanted to be with hunter, that’s so wholesome.

And he’s so terrified because of belos and what wild magic did to him, the poor bab.

But yeah, luz then trusts him with his staff back, because again....impulsive. But hunter does actually ask if she’s sure, so he might as well be asking if she trusts him.

The plan goes ahead, and hunter nearly betrays her.

though granted, hunter never promised her he’d stop and let her take them away, the truce was supposed to last till kiki was stopped and they were gonna fight out who got the pailsman. But it does bother luz cause she was hopeful he was better then this.

But just like he did before, she calls him out and he doesn’t betray her, because he’s ALSO too nice to do it, just like he said she was. He says his name (Which also took a moment to process), and then beats the crap out of kiki while letting luz get away and protecting her like a badass.

He might not have magic, but he’s good at fighting

like he can easily teleport to luz and take the pailsman, but he doesn’t, he lets them get away and luz knows this. Even though she also knows hunter has to go back to the emperor too and they have to separate.

It’s only slightly bitter terms, because in the end he came through for her and she knows it.

honestly, the worst part is i can’t even be mad at hunter for it, i’m sure he was terrified to fail belos. Both because he loves him and doesn’t want him to suffer....but also because of well...being punished. Really says something when his near betrayal doesn’t even make me mad at him, and i can understand why he nearly did it.

He let her go, knowing he’d be in SERIOUS trouble and that it would hurt someone he actually loves, so....ouch.

so yeah at this point i knew rascal wanted him so it was only of matter of what happened next.

Which was, luz getting the wood, which i like more anyway. Eda and King doing this offscreen and coming home like this is actually very funny, and honestly i appreciate the message of it being ok to wait.....means a lot to me.

yeah so belos is like...being an ass, like the kid tried his hardest, you don’t need to hit him with the “Is this the thanks i get?”. He’s a kid and he’s trying to cure you you dick, give him a break he doesn’t remotely have to help you like this.

Also apparently belos has not even told hunter HOW this happened, like...dude. Hunter is trying to be entirely reasonable here and belos spikes at him, which does imply some physical abuse though the only reason hunter doesn’t get a new scar is because he moves.

but how he reacts implies this has happened before, he is bracing for impact and he flinches. It’s pretty sad tbh, especially since hunter loves him and belos’s respect means something to him.

Belos is such an idiot, like c’mon dude, hunter is trying to help you and you don’t listen to him you dick. Kid shouldn’t have to say sorry for anything he did nothing wrong, he was just trying to help.

Anyways, he gloats at kiki (So at the very least she knows what he looks like under the mask), which he deserves a chance to do anyway. So i guess he didn’t rat her out for trying to kill him, personally my guess why is blackmail.....he was gonna hold it over her head to keep her from doing it again and threaten to tell belos.

But kiki quickly tells he LET the pailsman get away since he was the one to fight her (Curse his cute loose hair strand). So i guess now they have dirt on each other, so that’s fun.

His room is adorable, though the med kit by the bed is concerning.

Rascal comes for him and it;s so cute....though you can tell hunter nearly hurts him on instinct because of force of habit, but it’s so cute how he cares and how the birb loves him and is his new staff.

it was well hinted to as well, it’s so subtle, but the bird being cheery, curious, and his constant habit of escaping boundaries was perfect for hunter. He represents what hunter wants to be and why they got matched is done so well, all without explaining anything.

Hunter indirectly stated his deepest wish, to make his own choices, and rascal resonated with that.

can’t wait to see where this goes.

great ending shot, love me some conflicted shots looking out of windows like trapped birds.

also this title was a pun the whole time i can’t-

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #golden guard #toh golden guard #the owl house golden guard #the golden guard #the owl house luz #emperor belos #kikimora

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spencers-renaissance · 4 years ago

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I found my way home

Summary: After Spencer tells Hotch about his recent autism diagnosis, he expects that to be the end of it. Somehow, though, it keeps coming up, and Hotch keeps proving himself to be the best father figure he could have asked for.

Tags: autistic spencer, protective hotch, hurt/comfort, fluff, paternal hotch, team as family

TW: mentions of ableism, one small instance of ableism & homophobia

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 4.1k

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This was borne from my conversations with @criminalmindsvibez about the lack of autistic spencer fics and her amazing headcanons. While I'm not autistic, Emily is, and helped me to portray Spencer's autism as accurately as possible. That said, please feel free to correct me on anything I got wrong :)

Spencer had made an effort to get into work even earlier than usual today. He’d ridden the metro through the city, dipping his hand into his messenger bag every few minutes to compulsively check that the slim letter he’d received in the post the other day is still in the front pocket where he’d safely placed it that morning. He brushes his fingers over the paper once more as he enters the near-empty bullpen, the letter cool from the winter air.

It’s still so surreal to him that this is where he works. After years of dreaming of working for the FBI he’s finally here, and even though it’s been his place of work for almost two months now, he’s still not used to it. The warm offices are a nice reprieve from the wintry December wind, and he can feel himself relaxing as he heads to his desk. Leaving his coat and messenger bag on his chair, he pulls the letter out of the front pocket and runs his index finger along the edge. He finds himself biting his bottom lip as he tries to work up the courage to go and see Hotch.

Sucking in a deep breath, he marches determinedly up to Hotch’s office, entering as soon as his knocks are answered.

“Reid,” Hotch says pleasantly as he takes a seat opposite his desk, realising belatedly that he probably should have waited until he was invited. “You’re in early. What can I do for you?”

Nervously, Spencer hands him the letter he’d couriered across the city so carefully. He’d taken care to open it neatly with his letter opener but the return address on the back has been stamped at a crooked angle, and it bothers him every time he notices it. He can’t stop looking at it now as he taps his fingers anxiously against his leg in the pattern of the Fibonacci sequence, a safe and familiar reassurance played out by his nervous fingers. He watches apprehensively as Hotch pulls the letter out of the envelope, unfolding it and skimming his eyes down the page, taking in the news Spencer’s been so anxious to share with him.

Diagnosis: Asperger’s Syndrome

God, it had been a long process. He’d had to seek out a doctor in DC who diagnosed adults, paid for all the consultations and diagnostics himself — his insurance certainly wouldn’t cover it, not that he’d feel comfortable using his cushy FBI insurance for something so personal anyway — and the whole process had taken far longer than he’d expected. Finally, though, the envelope had arrived in the mail, and he officially had a diagnosis.

Of course, he’d had his suspicions for years, especially after one of his professors during his second PhD had casually asked whether he’d ever been tested, planting a seed in his brain that led to many late nights in the library, reading all the literature available to him. It’s why he’d found it strange that it had felt so validating to finally receive that letter in the post. But it had.

The label made sense, and now that he had a diagnosis from a medical professional he felt comfortable to share it with others; he’d been far too paranoid about being questioned, not being believed or lectured about the evils of self-diagnosis no matter how he was confident in himself. He didn’t tend to be an insecure or self-conscious person, but after years of bullying and trauma surrounding what he now knew for sure to be his autistic traits, he couldn’t help but feel almost protective of his affirming label.

Now though, it’s an irrefutable statement. Dr Spencer Reid has autism, and the first person he wants to tell is Hotch.

“I had no idea you were getting tested, Reid,” Hotch says, a hint of surprise bleeding into his voice. “Is there any specific reason you wanted to share this with me?”

“Well… I felt like someone on the team should know,” Spencer starts carefully, afraid to give too much of himself away, “and I thought that someone in a leadership position was the best option. Gideon has never been very… supportive of my autistic traits or behaviour, so I thought that you— that you would be the best option.” He feels awkward, fidgeting in his chair as he watches Hotch’s serious face and kind eyes absorb the information.

“That trust in me means a lot, Reid,” he says, a rare smile making its way onto his face. In that moment, Spencer knows he made the right decision. “How can I make things easier for you? Is there anything you need me to be doing differently?”

“Uh—” He hadn’t really been anticipating that question and it catches him off guard: he’d predicted a quick nod of acknowledgement, a request to photocopy the letter so it can be put on file followed by a swift dismissal, but the letter is now sitting on his side of the desk: clearly, Hotch intends on keeping this between them. This is far from what he expected.

“Why don’t you start by telling me about autism and how it might affect your work?” Hotch corrects himself, recognising quickly Spencer’s need for specifics. “I’ll admit I don’t know much beyond some probably rather unhelpful stereotypes.”

Spencer nods. He can answer that question. “As everyone knows I often go off on tangents,” he begins, “and that’s because my special interests — or hyperfixations — often coincide with our work, so I know a lot about the topics we’re investigating. If I do that, just redirect me to the case and I’ll be fine. It’s also really hard for me to have to present myself in a certain way all the time. Vocal stims and gestures are the most satisfying to me but I often have to mask them, which I’ve never been very good at anyway, and it’s fairly exhausting. That’s why I often excuse myself; I go to the bathroom or a secluded hallway and stim on my own. My doctor also told me I tend to overcompensate in social situations and over-perform emotion. Those are the basics, I guess, but it’s a very complex disorder and since it makes up me as a human being, I can’t exactly explain all of it in one conversation.”

“No, that’s fine, Reid, you’ve given me a good picture of what to expect, thank you.” Hotch smiles at him, fondness in the crinkles around his eyes and the softness invading his usually stern expression. “First of all, you never have to feel like you need to excuse yourself to stim. Do you think it would be helpful if we told the rest of the team so they know what to expect? I’m assuming vocal stims are saying certain words or making sounds…?”

Spencer nods.

“Okay, so if you needed to do that we could just continue the conversation while you get it out of your system. Gestures certainly wouldn’t be a problem. How do you feel about that?”

He hadn’t really considered telling the rest of the team but it seemed sort of intimidating, like he’d be opening a vulnerable side of himself to people he didn’t even know that well. On the other hand, they’d all been so understanding of his quirks and odd behaviour so far without even knowing the reason behind it. He’d never once been made to feel the way he used to at school, forced to either pretend to be someone else completely or be isolated and ostracised.

He settles for, “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s fine. There’s no pressure,” Hotch assures him. “I’m very happy you told me, Reid. I hope you know you can come and talk to me about anything, whether it’s about this or something completely different.”

Spencer leaves his office with the letter back in his hands, no notes or copies having been made, feeling almost elated. Never in a million years would he have expected that to go so well.

⭐️

He doesn’t really expect it to come up again. He’d told Hotch so that he could understand him a bit better, and also because Hotch had quickly assumed a protective, almost paternal role in his life and he wanted to share the piece of news with him whether he was leading his department or not. That was supposed to be it, though, he didn't think anything would materially change, especially since he decided not to tell the team about the diagnosis just yet.

But almost immediately after he’d told Hotch his diagnosis, his rambles began to be gently redirected back to the case, sometimes without him even noticing. He wasn’t rudely cut off by anyone anymore, Hotch always steering him back on course before anyone else can jump in and hurt Spencer’s feelings. It’s so… kind that it almost feels foreign, and he finds himself gravitating towards the older man more and more, sitting next to him on every jet journey and staying glued to his side during cases.

His newfound protectiveness over Spencer is only demonstrated more clearly a few months after their conversation in Hotch’s office when they’re on their way to New Mexico for a case. The second he spots that the murder victims had all been found with different Fitzgerald quotes scrawled on sheets of paper found in their own personal notebooks, ripped out and left for investigating officers to find, he launches into an info-dump to rival info-dumps.

He can’t help that literature is a special interest of his, made all the more intense by the fond childhood memories of reading to his mother in her bed. Fitzgerald had been her favourite author of the Modern Era, and he’d spent hours analysing significant passages in his novels as a child, so he starts explaining the literary merit of each of the quotes left at the crime scenes.

Apparently, he doesn’t hear the first two times Hotch tries to direct him back on topic, but he hears it when Gideon shouts, “Spencer! Long and unnecessary tangents are not conducive to actually solving these cases. Get back on topic. Now.” He’s loud enough to briefly knock him back several decades to memories of his father screaming at his mother’s schizophrenic babbling, when she’d become convinced that the villains of her favourite novels were trying to break into the house.

Spencer stops mid-sentence and stares at Gideon, who is staring right back. Everyone’s watching the two awkwardly, but the short moment of silence is quickly broken by Hotch. “There is absolutely no need to be that rude, Jason,” he says disapprovingly, while he lays a hand on Spencer’s arm in a light, absent-minded sort of touch. “Reid may have been off-topic but he deserves respect just like everyone else on this team. Nobody needs to be shouted at like that.” He directs his attention back to Spencer. “Why don’t you tell us how those Fitzgerald quotes could help us solve the case, Reid?”

He gives him an encouraging look, and when he looks around the jet, everyone else is, too. Carefully, he starts speaking again, a little afraid of being cut off again, but after a few sentences of relevant explanation he regains his momentum. It’s more than a little vindicating when it’s his ‘unnecessary tangent’ that ends up being the key to cracking the case.

⭐️

Soon after Hotch’s split from Haley, he approaches Spencer one evening when they’re the only two left at the office with a dinner invitation. Within the hour, they walk into a nice, low-key Italian place in the city and take a seat in the far corner of the restaurant.

“Is everything okay?” Spencer asks a little uncertainly, confused as to why his boss is suddenly taking him for dinner.

“I had this idea almost as soon as you told me about your autism,” Hotch explains, knowing by now that preambles and niceties only frustrate Spencer instead of setting him at ease. “I wanted to take you out for dinner every week to try and give you a space to ramble about all your special interests and not feel like you have to mask around everyone. But when I was with Haley, all my personal time was obviously spent with her and Jack. Now, I have the time to dedicate to you and all the incredible knowledge you’re hoarding in that brain of yours.”

“Really?” Spencer asks excitedly. The idea of uninhibited space to talk about the recent knowledge he’s acquired and not have to feel insecure or worry about performing social skills he doesn’t see the point of is everything he’s ever wished for, and something so wonderful being provided by Hotch only makes it better.

“Really.”

Spencer wastes no time. He dives right in. “I was just watching a documentary the other day about volcanoes and their ability to trigger lightning storms with their voltage,” he begins. “Basically, magma rises toward the volcano’s surface, its water rapidly turns to vapor, which shatters the molten rock into tiny particles and creates charged particles. When the ash plume erupts into the atmosphere, the densely packed particles collide, driven by momentum. Friction then affects their electrons, becoming electrically charged. Positively and negatively charged electrons separate in the ash plume which creates a charge imbalance that builds an electric charge strong enough to trigger a lightning storm.”

“That’s incredible.”

“I know,” Spencer says excitedly. “If the ash plume rises high enough in the atmosphere ice forms, and when ice, hail, and supercooled liquid droplets collide, the rates of lightning explode, it’s crazy.”

They’re briefly interrupted by a waitress taking their orders, but as soon as she leaves, Hotch gets him to jump back in. “What about that lecture you attended last week… the literature of 18th Century England or something?”

“19th Century English Lit, yeah!” He’s so eager to finally share this with somebody who will genuinely listen to him, and he can’t help it when his arms start to flap excitedly. Remembering where he is, he doesn’t try to mask it, pin his arms to his sides and simply deal with and suppress the innate urge to stim, he lets his body do what it wants to. Instead of eliciting a strange, sideways look, Hotch just smiles fondly.

“The lecturer had this fascinating theory on Dickens. I’ve always seen him as a pretty straight forward author of picaresque fiction, obviously combined with facets of melodrama. And it’s common knowledge that he was inspired by the novel of sensibility, of course. But I’d never thought about the stylistic and lexical choices in his works beyond standard analysis, and this lecturer went on a deep dive into his use of collocation and it opened my eyes…”

He spends the whole evening stimming to his heart’s content while detailing every current interest of his to Hotch, who simply listened intently while eating his meal slowly, dragging out the meal for as long as Spencer needed. “Let me give you a lift home,” Hotch insists after footing the bill, leading him out into the warm evening air.

“Oh, I don’t mind taking the metro,” he replies truthfully.

“I know. But it would make me feel better to drop you home safely. It’s late and seeing you into your apartment building would give me peace of mind.”

“Sure,” Spencer agrees happily, he’s still buzzing from such a nice evening and the least he can do for Hotch is let him rest easy tonight, so he climbs into the passenger side of his car. A few minutes into the car ride home, he realises he should probably actually verbalise just how much he enjoyed dinner. “Thank you, Hotch. I don’t think anybody’s ever done something so nice for me before.”

“Don’t mention it, Spencer,” Hotch replies, smiling even though he doesn’t take his eyes off the road. Spencer very much likes it when Hotch uses his first name, and he’d been doing it all evening. He doesn’t really understand why it feels so nice, just that it makes him feel… special, maybe.

“Don’t mention it, Spencer,” he repeats, before freezing as he realises what he’s said. He’s got so used to not masking all evening, he’s not in the right rhythm and mindset to suppress the urge to repeat Hotch’s words. He’s been so nice the whole evening, the last thing Spencer wants is for Hotch to think he’s mocking him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hotch reassures him, tapping his arm lightly as he smiles encouragingly.

“Don’t mention it, Spencer,” he says again, repeating it a few times in relief before the itch is satisfied. He really does have the best boss/friend in the whole world. There’s no doubt about that.

⭐️

Rossi’s initial reaction to Spencer had admittedly been a bit rocky, and having Hotch undeniably on his side was the only thing that made those first few months bearable. He never let them go off on their own; never put Spencer in a position where he’d have to be alone with him. Gradually, though, Rossi adjusted to his quirks and he became almost as protective of Spencer as Hotch.

That doesn’t bode well for the local sheriff when they’re on a case in North Carolina. He’s been prickly since they arrived, being as stubborn and uncooperative as possible, slowing down their progress on actually solving the case, and Spencer’s noticed him being a little extra rude to him in particular. It doesn’t massively bother him — it’s not exactly like someone’s aversion to him is a novel concept — but he can feel some sort of tension coming from the others. It happens a lot more now that they know about his autism and are more aware of themselves and others.

He tries to ignore it the best he can; he puts his head down and focuses on the geographical profile, going wherever he’s sent. Besides, the sooner they solve this case the sooner they can get out of North Carolina and back to DC. On their third day on the case, he’s working quietly in their designated corner of the police department alongside Hotch and Rossi while the others are out investigating in various different places. It’s a nice environment, and even though both men are his superiors, he feels more relaxed in their company than in anybody else’s.

It’s a relatively pleasant morning — considering the whole trying to catch a brutal serial killer thing — until they need to ask the sheriff a question. He saunters over, a tense and angry expression on his face, and Spencer can’t help but feel a little off, the confusing tension in the air that Spencer can’t quite identify making him anxious in his inability to properly decipher it. “Gentlemen,” he says, already frustrated. Spencer suspects it’s a pride thing; not many police departments like being shown up enough to have the FBI called in.

Eager to know the answer to their question, Spencer’s the one to jump in and ask. “Sheriff, we were just wondering whether the town gets much traffic from the local university or—”

He’s cut off by the sneering, towering man. “I’m not taking any questions from your kind,” he says aggressively.

“I’m sorry?” Spencer squeaks as Rossi and Hotch both prepare to say something in response.

The sheriff cuts them off before they can get their likely diplomatic and calming words out. “Homo retards aren’t welcome around here.”

“Hey!” Rossi shouts as he leaps out of the chair, grabbing him by the collar as he’s helped by the element of surprise. “You don’t fucking talk to Spencer like that, you hear me? Weak, cowardly men like you—”

“Dave,” Hotch says placatingly, putting a hand on his shoulder and diffusing the situation. “Listen, Sheriff, we are only here to help you. But if you can’t respect my agents then we’re going to have a problem. Either you’re civil to Dr Reid, or I’m reporting you to the NC Sheriff’s Association. You hear me?”

The sheriff’s pride is clearly wounded, but he at least nods before giving them all a scornful look and walking away.

“We didn’t even get to ask the question,” Spencer says anxiously, suddenly feeling out of his depth, like he can’t quite get enough air.

“Dave, try and get an answer,” Hotch directs, taking charge of the situation. “Spencer, come with me.” He takes him into a secluded hallway for a little privacy, sitting him down on the cool linoleum before sinking down next to him. “You’re okay.”

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Spencer whispers over and over to himself as he rocks backwards and forwards, trying desperately to self-soothe.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Hotch asks. He’s been in enough of these situations with Spencer to know he’s usually in two very different headspaces: he either longingly craves the grounding touch of a hug or a hand on his back, or he needs complete space. He’s also learned that asking outright is the only way to get an direct answer.

“Yes,” Spencer replies, before repeating it over and over again as he’s wrapped up in Hotch’s arms, head pressed against his chest, his hand pressing gently against the back of Spencer’s head. He starts to calm down as he manages to breathe to the heat of Hotch’s calm, steady heartbeat, the comforting touch of someone he trusts with his life also helping to bring him back down to earth. A good ten minutes after the altercation with the sheriff, he’s feeling much better and brings his head out of it’s safe cocoon between Hotch’s chest and hand.

“Come on,” Hotch says kindly. “Let’s get back to the case, yeah? You can just sit and work quietly until you’re ready to hold a proper conversation again. How does that sound?”

Spencer nods tiredly, knowing that work will perk him back up again, and being surrounded by his team will make him feel safe, asshole sheriff or not.

⭐️

Over the years Hotch helps him through any hurdles that come his way, learning the exact nuances of Spencer’s characteristics and requirements, making sure to accommodate him in every way possible.

He brings an extra, super-soft sweater in his go-bag in case Spencer ever forgets his and needs something gentle on his skin but tight enough to make him feel secure. He buys him stimming toys, dropping them on Spencer’s desk before he even arrives at work and lets him use his office whenever the lights and noise of the bullpen get too much, drawing the blinds and giving him the space he needs. Rossi doesn’t even question it anymore when Hotch shows up with a stack of paperwork and moves into his office for the morning.

It wasn’t until Hotch made a concerted effort to make his life easier that Spencer realised how hard it had been fighting through life on his own. So when he realises Hotch’s birthday is coming up, he decides he wants to show his gratitude. It’s never been easy for him to express emotions, especially since he’s never really found it rude when people don’t thank him, but he knows that for most neurotypical people, appreciation is important.

So he talks it over with Derek and on Hotch’s birthday, he comes into work to see Spencer waiting in his office with balloons, a cake, a card, and a present. He’d spent hours trying to find the right words to explain how he feels, to find the right words to show Hotch just how much everything he’s done for him means, but eventually he’d settled on something simple:

Caroline B Cooney wrote: “I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found my way home.”

I found all of these things when I joined the BAU, but more specifically when I walked into your office, hands shaking, clasping a letter I’d been waiting for all my life. Thank you.

Hotch reads it with tears in his eyes before taking in the cake, a classic birthday cake Spencer had bought at the store, the words “Happy Birthday Dad” written in blue icing. He didn’t really understand why the cake had stood out to him, or why he associated the word ‘dad’ with someone who wasn’t related to him at all, but he’d trusted his gut and with Derek’s cheerleading, he’d bought it.

“Oh, Spencer,” Hotch says tearfully. “Can I hug you?”

Feeling only mildly uncomfortable at the visible display of emotion Spencer doesn’t know what to do with, he nods and steps into Hotch’s comforting embrace. “This means the world to me,” Hotch murmurs quietly as he stands, hugging Spencer for as long as the younger man can stand it.

Spencer’s still not completely sure why he’s managed to make him so emotional, but at least he can trust that it’s a good thing, that Hotch is happy and pleased and reassured. And if he can make him feel even a smidgen as happy as Hotch has made Spencer over the years, well. He’ll consider his long and boring trip into the city to buy the cake, present and card worth it.

Quick Note: Spencer is diagnosed with Asperger’s because that part of the fic is set in 2005. These days he would be diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD)

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loveydoveyfrog · 4 years ago

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fallingforyou pt.3

Sorry for not updating for a while but also I don’t think anyone is really reading this. If you are ily, let me know if I should keep going.

If you spot any mistakes or ways in which I make this non inclusive please lmk!!

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Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Reader Words: 3.6k Warnings: None that i’m aware of Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

It was Friday afternoon. For the past two days you’ve had the invitation you received on Wednesday replaying in your head. Sure, you didn’t have any specific details yet, but the plan was in motion, wasn’t it? You smiled at the prospect as you scanned the library shelves for a specific tome. The library was pleasantly quiet today. Your lessons were done for the day, but you stopped by the library for a book which wasn’t available online, much to your dismay. A46, A46, A46… you repeated to yourself, searching for the matching label on your desired book. You spotted it with a satisfied ah ha! And plucked it from the collection. Promptly checking out the book, you headed out to the small foyer preceding the library. Approaching the door, you spotted a familiar pair.

Bokuto was right by the door, eagerly discussing some topic with an equally ecstatic boy with a head full of mad ginger hair. The boy was extremely animated, gesticulating wildly as he rambled on about something. In comparison to this bundle of energy, Bokuto seemed tame, though more often than not, his intensity matched his, resulting in chaos. This chaos, however, was cut short when you caught Bokuto’s attention with a friendly wave as you passed the pair. His eyes brightened and stepped towards you, a thrilled grin on his face.

“Y/n! Hey!” he greeted you as if you were lifelong friends. You tried to match his enthusiasm with your hello, though that was hard to achieve on a slow Friday afternoon. Bokuto noticed his friend gawking at you upon hearing your name, much like he must have done when he first realised who you were. You were not oblivious to his stare either, offering him a small wave accompanied with a quiet hi.

“Ah, this is Hinata, he’s on the volleyball team too,” Bokuto explained. The name rang a bell; you recalled his name being mentioned last Wednesday. You also remembered seeing him in the distance on the Monday morning when you first met Bokuto. You gave him a warm smile and extended your hand.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, happy to be getting familiar with the rest of the team. Hinata returned your smile tenfold, shaking your hand with a new found charge of energy.

“He was right! You are pretty!” he said bluntly, stars in his eyes. You let out a surprised laugh and slipped your hand out of his, your eyes flicking between Hinata and Bokuto for any further explanation. You assumed ‘He’ referred to Atsumu, but Bokuto only scratched his neck with an awkward chuckle, knowing that should they let anything else slip, Atsumu would tear them to shreds. Well at least you had one thing confirmed, though you didn’t know how much credibility could be pinned to a statement like that. This should have been an obvious sign to you, but your thought process was blocked with doubt and denial. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the small flame of hope kindled in the pit of your chest.

“You should come to one of our games!” the ginger quipped, his excitement still bubbling. This lit a spark in Bokuto’s eyes.

“Oh yeah! Did Atsumu tell you any dates?” he inquired. You shook your head in response.

“No, I haven’t seen him since Wednesday,” you said.

“We have a friendly game with our county rivals next Monday!” Hinata explained cheerfully. You nodded as if you understood what that meant; the words ‘friendly’ and ‘rivals’ didn’t make any sense to you when paired. Before Bokuto could follow up with any info, he felt a chilling presence behind him. Whipping around he saw the masked boy outside the window giving the group a stern glare. As if wordlessly communicating with the two boys, the pair spun around to face you apologetically.

“Sorry, y/n, we gotta go now,” explained Bokuto, dragging Hinata to the door, “see you on Monday?” he asked with an expectant look. You nodded and waved them goodbye, giving the mysterious masked boy a nervous glance. Bokuto saw your unease and laughed loudly. “That’s Sakusa by the way,” he said as he opened the door to step out into the cold Mid October air. The now named boy gave you a single nod and turned to walk away when he was sure the exuberant pair was following him to practice. You gave the group another wave goodbye as they walked past the window, Hinata bouncing along and returning your wave.

Once they left your field of vision, you swiftly took out your phone to update your friend on the upcoming event, obviously including them in the plan. You couldn’t just go alone, you’d probably explode from the stress. Though who in their right mind gets stressed out about watching a volleyball game? You could already feel your stomach turning with anticipation. Your friend replied almost immediately. You smiled and tucked your phone away, as you’d much rather discuss this face to face. And so, you headed to your shared dorm. For the first time, you wanted to skip the weekend entirely.

Thankfully, the weekend seemed to zip past fast for you. Whilst your head was swimming in excitement, your stomach twisted with anxiety. You sat in your Monday morning class, hyper aware of the fact that the game was some time today, but you had no clue what time it was. Heck, you didn’t even know WHERE it was. You obviously haven’t seen Atsumu, or anyone else from the team for that matter, during the weekend, so you were completely lost as to where you were meant to go. Atsumu’s absence was something else your mind also stuck to; you haven’t seen or heard from him since Wednesday, did he even know you were coming today? What if he didn’t even want you there? As your mind was preoccupied with skipping over the possible outcomes that could play out today, you barely paid attention to the class for a second week in a row. You were once again torn out of your thoughts by your prodding friend, signalling that the class was over.

You stepped outside your block, your eyes scanning the area for Atsumu, or even Bokuto, but you were left disappointed. Your friend watched you deflate.

“Maybe we shouldn’t go…” you sighed, increasingly unsure about going to the match. Your friend gasped, as if betrayed.

“No way, y/n! We’re going, I don’t care what you say. I’ll drag you there myself if I have to,” they promised. You looked at them, clearly feeling defeated.

“I don’t even know where it is. Or when it is. What if-” you began, only to be cut off by your friend’s shushing finger.

“Stop. I bet it’s in the sports hall, where else would it be?” they explained. They sighed at your clueless expression. “It’s down the path behind our dorms. You know, the path to the left of the parking lot?” You blinked. Was it? You tried following the path in your mind, but it led you nowhere. You shrugged and set off in the direction of your dorms, not in the mood to stop by the cafe or library today.

“Well either way, I don’t know what time to go,” you started again. “And I am not going to sit outside the hall all day like a freak,” you said before your friend could even suggest the idea.

“I’m sure it’s online or something,” they offered. You hummed in response, taking out your phone to look anywhere that might give you the answer. As you scrolled, you didn’t look where you were going, and your friend didn’t give you any warning as you slammed into something solid and still, as if they placed themselves in your path deliberately (he did). You blinked up to look at your obstacle only to be met with a set of familiar, teasing eyes.

“Ya gotta be more careful, Pumpkin,” he playfully advised, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. Your face burned with embarrassment and muttered out a bashful sorry. He laughed at the state you were in. He’d love to stick around to tease you some more, but he had to head to a meeting with his personal tutor. He turned to your amused friend who had a similar, mischievous glint in their eyes. They were definitely on the same brain waves. “Ya really gotta start keeping an eye on them! They could get seriously hurt one day!” He mockingly codesended your friend with his hands on his hips, knowing perfectly well that they didn’t warn you on purpose. They held back a laugh at this.

“Of course, it won’t happen again!” they returned with a similar, sarcastic tone, implying that it most definitely will happen again, even if they have to make it happen themselves. Atsumu seemed satisfied with this response and turned to leave, but not before locking eyes with you again.

“I’ll see ya later today, yeah?” he started walking away, taking your answer for granted. “Come at 7:30, ok?” he said, but it sounded more like a command than a question. He smiled when you confirmed with a nod, and with that, he was gone. Well, that answered a few things. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

In no less than 3 minutes, you were regretting your decision to not bring a jacket. You rubbed your forearms in an attempt to warm up, thanking the heavens that you were at least half way down the path already. You were too stubborn to turn around to get something warmer than your button up sweater, and besides, it was 7:25 already. Your friend seemed significantly cosier than you in their thick black crewneck. You told yourself that the sports hall was right behind your dorm block and you wouldn’t need it seeing as it was a quick walk away. Besides, you didn’t want to deal with the hassle of a large coat later on. Whilst, yes, you could see the lights from the sports hall already and you were nearly there, you couldn’t ignore the fact that the chill had a sharp bite tonight.

You heard the squeaks of sneakers and random shouts as you heard the teams inside warming up for their upcoming game. You and your friend peered inside, blinking against the bright lights to look at the boys inside. The tone of the room didn’t appear to be as tense as you would have expected it to be; some boys were doing random warm ups and some even chatted casually with members of the opposite team. Hinata did say it would be a friendly game after all, so perhaps you shouldn’t be surprised. Little did you know how the atmosphere would shift once the first set was in motion. You quickly recognised Bokuto and Hinata, the pair absolutely buzzing with energy and excitement doing quick training exercises. Atsumu sensed your presence the second you appeared at the open door, but he let your eyes find him before his gaze drifted to catch your full attention. He gave you a big smile and happy wave. You wanted to wish him good luck, though you remembered that in theatre that superstitiously meant bad luck. Not knowing if the same rule applied to sport, you settled on a small wave in return. Not wanting to distract him or get him out of the zone, you followed your friend to find a seat.

Soon enough the game began and you found yourself in the front row on the upper level of the bleachers. Despite it only being a friendly match, you were surprised by how many people from both universities attended the game. Atsumu was the first to serve, and you paid extra attention to stay silent, Sakusa’s warning still ringing clearly in your mind. The ball flew cleanly over the net and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. To be perfectly honest, you didn’t know much about the game, and it didn’t occur to you to maybe learn the rules beforehand. As a result you didn’t fully understand the etiquette either; you weren’t sure when to cheer and when to stay silent. You knew that some games required silence, such as golf or tennis, whilst others encouraged a constant roar of applause. You mimicked the general reactions of the rest of the crowd, and sooner or later you caught onto the general rhythm, even if your reactions were slightly subdued. Not to mention, everything was going so fast it was hard to track what was going on. At times, a play seemed to end in the blink of an eye.

You tracked Atsumu the best you could despite the almost overwhelming speed of the game. You noticed how much his demeanour changed whenever he got particularly invested. Even at this distance you could swear his eyes got darker, the light catching a dangerous glint whenever he saw the perfect opportunity to set up a winning spike. This tone would occasionally wash away when exchanging playful comments with his team mates, but you could tell by his body language how easily he shifted back into that dark, competitive mode. As you watched him, you couldn’t imagine being in his shoes. How could he play so well when he was being watched by so many people? You’d probably trip over your own legs from the pressure, and this wasn’t even a super important game. Unbeknownst to you, Atsumu felt a new kind of thrill knowing you were watching him, like a shock of electricity jolted through his whole system as he was ever aware of your presence and watching eyes. Atsumu was beyond ecstatic to see your passion and energy when you got into the pace of the game, feeling every bit of encouragement spur him on. This effect seemed to seep through to the rest of the team, particularly Bokuto and Hinata. After securing the first set, he easily found you in the crowd, giving you an excited wave, almost as if seeking your approval. You laughed gleefully and gave him a round of applause. You were certain your praise was drowned out by the rest of the audience, but to Atsumu, your cheers rang out like a blessing. Little did you know, a handful of jealous and sharp glares were scattered among the crowd, all trained on you and the attention you were receiving.

By the end of the game, you and your friend have gotten more than invested in the match, standing up to cheer and clap whenever your team scored a point. The game was tough but your team pulled through the final set with a slamming victory. The boys cried out, basking in their winning glow. Bokuto, Atsumu and Hinata exchanged multiple high fives and what appeared to be a special victorious handshake, meanwhile you and your friend held each other as you jumped and cheered for your team. Atsumu’s sparkling eyes found yours, his smile somehow even wider despite his already ecstatic state. He gave you a quick wave and held up one finger, as if asking you to wait before dashing into the changing rooms with the rest of the team. You barely had the time to register his request, but your brain clicked in time before he disappeared.

You waited by the open doors, arms wrapped around yourself, shivering from the cold, biting wind. Though the excitement and rush of the game had kept you warm during the match, that heat was quickly dissipating as you stood in the open doors. Outside a small gathering of girls also waited, though at a distance, obnoxiously squealing about something you didn’t bother to catch. Your friend had left you alone, claiming they had a last minute assignment due that they completely forgot about. You wondered what assignment that might be, since you both took almost identical classes. Atsumu rushed out soon enough, pulling you out of your thoughts. He spotted you immediately and briskly walked over with an excited smile. You noticed his hair was still damp from the shower.

“So?” He asked expectantly, “whatcha think?” He looked like a child ready for praise. His energy seeped into you, your smile blazing as you recalled that buzz of adrenaline you felt no less than a few minutes ago.

“It was SO COOL!” you expressed clenching your fists, eyes dazzled. “You were so fast!” Atsumu had a proud grin on his face. He knew he was good, but your words of affirmation were like honey. “I must admit, I didn’t quite understand what was going on, and everything was so fast that it was a bit hard to follow, but I got the hang of it! I think…” your confidence dwindled slightly by the time you got to the end of your statement. Atsumu blinked, then let out a laugh.

“Of course, I shoulda explained the rules to ya first,” he said, rubbing the back of his head, acting as if he hadn’t hoped you’d be at least a bit confused. “If ya still don’t get anything I can explain later,” he offered.

Later. That word seemed to hang in the air. You’d definitely like to see him later, no matter the circumstance. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes please,” you replied.

The pair of you were oblivious to the fact that the rest of the team had emerged from the changing rooms. Bokuto and Hintata were witness to the scene, and they almost yelled out words of encouragement before the captain bonked them on the heads, keeping them quiet before they said anything stupid and scared you off; you looked like an enamoured deer in the headlights. The captain eyed the pair. He was aware of Atsumu’s improved performance today; he didn’t seem as distracted and mouthy, and hit every serve perfectly, except for the one which hit the net, but still dropped into the opposing court. Could you be the reason?

Atsumu took in your appearance almost tenderly. He noticed you were dressed in varsity colours. So cute, he thought to himself. Whilst doing so, he also noticed you were shivering. Without thinking, he took off his team jacket and extended it to you. He did it so fast he almost surprised himself, the smallest dusting of a blush present on his cheeks. Both of you blinked at each other, however yours was more due to confusion.

“Ya look cold,” he said uncharacteristically bluntly. He quickly recomposed himself and carried on. “Can’t have ya getting sick now, can we?” he explained. You only continued to look from the offered jacket to his seemingly calm eyes.

“Are you sure? But what if you get sick? That’ll be way worse!” you babbled, “and your hair is still wet!” you continued, almost reaching out to confirm your statement. Atsumu only looked entertained by your blushing face and stream of excuses.

“I’m fine, really, I’m still feeling hot from the game,” he lied expertly. You looked at him for a few more uncertain seconds. By your judgement, he seemed sincere.

“If you say so,” you said, reluctantly taking the jacket. His eyes brightened immediately. You shrugged it on; it was too big for you, obviously, the sleeves ending just at your fingertips. The sight made Atsumu’s heart flutter in a new kind of way. So warm… you had to stop yourself from sighing in comfort, finally protected from the relentless cold. You were enveloped in a cool yet surprisingly floral scent. Must be his body wash… You blushed at the thought, snapping yourself out of it. “Thank you,” you stuttered out in your dazzled state.

“No problem,” he replied, very pleased that his spontaneous decision paid off.

“When do you want it back?” you questioned, playing with the ends of the sleeves absentmindedly.

“Hmm,” he hummed, “how about you come by here on Thursday? I can teach you some stuff whilst we’re at it,” he suggested. You nodded in agreement, happy with the plan. Before you could respond, the coach called Atsumu with an impatient tone of voice. Atsumu looked at you with an apologetic smile.

“So Thursday?” he asked for confirmation.

“Thursday.” you agreed. And with that, Atsumu gave you his signature wave and headed back to the team, greeted by Bokuto and Hinata who immediately grabbed his entire body and shook him with a feral and fired up energy.

You headed back to your dorm, holding the jacket closer to your body. You passed the group of girls, who’s discussion died down when you walked past, but you took no care to notice. You now wished that the walk back was longer, just so you could enjoy this moment a little more. You don’t know what made him take such a bold step. You barely knew one another. But you weren’t one to complain, and you had another day to look forward to. Much to your disappointment, your walk to the dorm block came to an end as you rounded the last curve of the path.

You walked up to the door of your dorm room, slamming the door open with a wild fire of a blush on your face. Your friend looked up from their laptop, startled by your dramatic entrance. You wordlessly turned around, revealing Atsumu’s name on the jacket he gave you. Your friend flew out of their seat, screaming wildly as they shook you with the same rigor as Bokuto and Hinata when they shook Atsumu. You held onto your friend screamed, though with a tone that connoted confusion more than anything.

*Meanwhile*

Atsumu shivered and sniffled as he walked back to his dorm with Sakusa. The masked boy looked disapprovingly at his roommate, praying he didn’t catch a cold.

“That was silly. Was it worth it?” he asked.

“Shut up,” Atsumu replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “And yes it was.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu haikyuu #Miya Atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #idk i suck at tags can u tell

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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HC: Being Handcuffed to the Boys

I only did Midoriya and Bakugo because Im lazy-sry- but I hope you enjoy! :)

|Part 2 w/ Kirishima+Shouto|

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Midoriya

Midoriya, as sweet and intelligent as he is, was NOT that smart that day

He was studying hero terminology, laws and rules to help him be a better hero, until a thought popped in his head- what if he needed to know how to use handcuffs? Like in some random situation where he needed to detain someone and the only thing he could was use handcuffs, could he do it?

Of course he could but he over thought it and convinced himself he COULDNT and began to slightly freak out

So of course he called you, but he didnt give you ANY info to go off of why he needed you so badly and it kind confused and worried you

“Y/n- I need you to come over quickly”

“Why, is something wrong or-”

“No, no, nothings wrong! Just- come over soon-please?”

“Im coming, Im coming, dont worry….”

When you finally got to his dorm room, you expected him to have some super important news to tell you- like he was hurt, or there was a huge pop quiz you two needed to study for ASAP...but you were met with ��blushing Midoriy holding hndcuffs

KiNkY

You just stared at him and at the handcuffs with a huge WTH face

You dont have the slighest idea of were he had HANDCUFFS

“Umm care to explain why you have handcuffs?”

He explains it to you, and you wanna laugh at how adorably overreactive your boyfriend is but you dont because you wnt him to know you take his concerns seriously

So he tells you his plan- he was going to put one side of the handcuffs on you as if your were a villian, and one on him (the smart thing to do, he said, so if they couldnt escape because theyd be attached to him), and then take them off. Easy peasy!

NOT EASY PEASY

He put his side of the hand cuff with ease, but when it came to you it took FOREVER

He was so scared to hurt you (like pinch your skin or something) it took him 3 whole minutes to crank it closed

“Midoriya, why are you taking so long?”

“Well-I dont want to hurt you!” he blushed, sweating alittle as he tried his best to not potentially hurt you

“Your not going to hurt me- besides, I thought I was supposed to be a ‘villian’?”

“But- your not a villian- your my girlfriend! And I cant hurt my girlfriend!” he would protest as you laughed at his cuteness

Once it was finally on, Izuku felt way more relaxed- he did it,he could do it, and he wouldnt have to worry about some wierd freak scenario where he couldnt use handcuffs

So, naturally, you ask is he could unlock you guys since he was content with his work

“Yeah of course!” hed say with a sigh of relief until he’ll realize- he forgot where the key was

He’ll start sweating alot and you’ll get super concern

“Izuku, are you all right?”

“Umm….”he confess timidly, “I may or may not have…. Forgotten where the key is.”

Not gonna lie, youre gonna freak out a little

Your literally HAND CUFFED to your boyfriend

He spends 30 minutes in a rampage looking for it (yanking and dragging you around his room in the process)

“I know its here, I just had it, Ill find it I promise-”

Your wrists was turning red from the constant yanking and you had to finally just tell him to stop and figure out another way out of them

You two sit on his bed and thought for a moment- Midoriya’s first thought was Iida and Ochaco, since their his best freinds

But you didnt know for sure what they would do but ask awkward questions and freak out a little like you both did

You then thought of Mina with her acid quirk, but then thought better of it- she didnt have the best control over it and you didnt feel like having your skin melted off

And she was besties with Kaminari and Sero, the biggest pervs at UA, so if they even caught a glance at you two theyd take it the wrong way and you two wouldnt hear the end of it

You giys pondered on what to do next until Midoriya finally got an idea

“What if we go to Hatsume? She has so many gadgets she must have a way to unlock us”

You groaned- you were okay with Hatsume, her perosnality was a little- loud- which was fine, its just you could totally tell she had the hots for Deku and you didnt really appreciate that side of her...but she was your best bet….

“Fine, lets go”

The walk to the her workshop was tortorius- you two both wrapped yourselves up in your biggest jackets to hide the handcuffs so no one could see (even though it was the middle of the afternoon) and holding each others hand so it looked like you were just holding hands and nothing more

It was nerve wracking- you didnt want any of opur classmates to talk to you, let alone see you until you had those CUFFS OFF

When you finally get there, you were so grateful Hatsume was by herself

And as perky as ever

Izuku tells about your guys predicament timidly as you both have huge blushes

But Hatsume doesnt seem to care about your embarrasment or how you got into that situation at all- shes just excited to try out a “new baby”

She interjects Izuku with a loud outburst and begins to whip out a bunch of crazy looking gadgets

You look at Midoriya with a skeptical look but you allow her to get close and try to relese you guys

Surprisingly, after a few minutes you were free, and the sound of cold metal hit the tiles

You both rubbed your wrists happy to be out of those restraints

You start to laugh from relief, thanking Hatsume and turning to Midoriya with a stern grin

“Im not going to ask today….but one day I will figure out how you got those handcuffs”

*small gulp from Izuku

Bakugo

Some days you wonder if your friends WANT to die

You and Bakugo had had a thing for each other for weeks

It was painfully obvious- you would be a blushing mess with Bakugo, giving him the biggest comebacks whenever he was mean to you all the while so red you looked liked you would explode

Bakugo was such a rude dirtbag to you most of the girls wondered how you restrained yourself from slapping him, calling you mean names and criticizing you for the smallest things

But if anybody hurt you or even said you were cute or pretty

OH NO

He would become so angry and possessive it was terrifying

So, since all of Class 1A was sick of hearing you deny any sort of love towards Bakugo and sick of almost getting their hair fried off by Bakugo if they even mentioned your name, they decided to take matters into their own hands

One day, Mina had called you over, leading you over to Kirishima and Bakugou

Your heart already began to quickly start beating just being near him

Bakugo huffed, hating how just seeing that annoyingly pretty face of yours put his body into overdrive

“Whyd you bring this extra over?”

You rolled your eyes with your cheeks on fire, pretending like the comment didn't hurt as Mina gasped at his blatant rudeness

“Whatever, Bakugo, your just still bitter that I beat you in training last week-”

“Howd you beat me?! I was distracted for 2 seconds, that was no win-”

“Really?! So eating the dirt because I had KO-ed your cocky ass doesn't mean-”

“It means jack shit baka!”

Unknowing to the both of you as you bickered, Kaminari was sneaking behind you two with a pair of handcuffs while Sero followed him with an evil grin from behind

Before you two even knew it, Kaminari had clasped one side of a pair of hand cuffs to one of your wrists and one to Bakugos, Sero using his tape quirk to keep you two from squirming

You were confused and startled on what was even going on, while Bakugo was extremely pissed off

“What the hell do you think youre doing you idiots!”

“Cool down Spiky, or youll blow a fuse!” Sero laughed at his handiwork as you both squirmed to get out on the restraints

“Im gonna do worse than blow a fuse,” Bakugo spat at the whole grorup, “Im gonna blow up your asses into space once I get out of this!”

“Ohhh no your not!” Kirishima smirked at Bakugo”s clearly agitated face and your distressed expression “You two are going to stay like this until you can act like normal human beings around each other”

“Kirishima this isnt cool!” you whined, “How long am I going to have to be attached to this rabid hedgehog?!” You nodded towards Bakugo, who clearly didn't like your comment

“Rabid hedgehog?!” Bakugo shrieked, “Say that one more time and Ill-”

“And youll blast me into space? Fry me into Hell? Kick my ass into next week? Save your breath Katsuki, Ive heard every threat you can throw at me!” You snapped at Bakugou, your annoyance and stress of being stuck to him for God’s no how long making you jumpy-you cant be stuck to your crush YOU CANT

Bakugo looked like a fish gulping for a water as he was looking for a come back to that, as Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari looked shocked and amused by a stuttering Bakugo

“You guys are gonna stay together for as long as you need to,” Kirishima said, “we have the key to unlock the cuffs, so when you guys are ready- just come and get one of us!”

The group walked out, Sero and Kaminari betting how long it would take you two to have an agreement as Kirishima pushed them out the door

You stood there with Bakugou awkwardly for a few moments, him unable to look at you-his cheeks were on fire because of one little thing you said earlier

And you didnt even know GOD DAMMIT

You looked at Bakugou, thinking he was just ignoring you like usual- the BrAt

You sighed, “Look- if were going to be chained up like this, might as well get some things off our chests….” you swallowed hoping he couldnt feel your hand shake from being so close to him

He didnt say anything, your voice ringing in his ears and making me him shiver- GOD DAMMIT WHY WAS HE SO DAMN WEAK FOR YOU

He didnt say anything for a while, making you feel hurt and kinda bored

“Fine then, if you dont want to talk, at least walk with me to the kitchen-”

“You called me Katsuki.” He grumbled, still not wanting to look at you

“What?” You looked at him, confused on WHY he wouldnt look at you and why calling him by his first name was such a big deal

“You called me by my first name-Katsuki.”

“Okkkkaaaay,” you drawled out, completely confused and annoyed, “dont know why that would bother you so much but can we plese just-”

Bakugo huffed in annoyance, his cheecks on fire, “You dont get it do you baka?! No one calls me Katsuki because Id kick their asses if they ever did-but-”

“But what?” you asked kinda gentle, seeing Bakugo struggling to say something to you and curiosity was getting to you

Is He GoNnA ConfeSS ;o

“But-you-said….it...and I-I-was...okay with it….” he struggled out, his face contorting so much to just push that out of him you were kinda worried

You looked at him, completely amused and not really taking him seriously

“That was it? I said your first name and you didnt have the urge to rip my head off like you usually do? I guess we can consider that progress!” you kinda laughed nervously, making Bakugo wish you would laugh again and then cursing at himself for thinking that

He hated how you made his head feel dizzy and it was making him angry

“You dont get it do you baka?!” he shouted aggresively, “I was okay with it because I like you and I fucking hate it!”

You stopped breathing, your eyes wide with shock and your brain seeming to shut down

“You-you-like- me? Like- more than a- friend?” you stuttered, looking at his face which was now obviously red

“See anyone else in the room? Of course its you who else would I fucking say that to!” he retorted, wishing the heat in his face would BACK OFF

OH CRAPPPPPPPPPPPP HE CONFESSED YALL :D

“I like you too….Katsuki,” you smiled, watching his face get even redder

“Awww you look so cute blushing!”

“Shut up you baka!”

You laughed, making him feel all warm and squishy inside

“Well, I guess Kaminari is going to owe Sero $20- we deifnitely got this figured out in under an hour.”

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precuredaily · 4 years ago

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Precure Day 203

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 05 - “A Letter to Student Council President Karen” Date watched: 1 January 2021 Original air date: 2 March 2008 Screenshots Transformation Gallery Project info and master list of posts

If they find out I’m faking being good at everything, my life is ruined, got that?

Our character reintroduction/Syrup learns to be a real boy arc continues! Today it’s Karen’s turn to influence him. Let’s dive in!

The Plot

When we left off, Urara had discovered King Donuts, but he was asleep. The episode picks up at school, presumably the next day. Karen ushers everyone into the Student Council room so they can discuss their next steps and/or advertise the assorted functions of the toys. They try to wake the King up by transferring him from Urara’s CureMo to the Rose Pact as well as using the Futon they acquired in an earlier episode. Their shameless advertising is interrupted by two members of the student council who come looking for Karen. They show her that the suggestion box that they set up is now filled with letters for them to take into consideration.

we suggested that you give us names other than “Student A” and “Student B”

(incidentally “Student A”, who I believe is the one on the left, is played by Oki Kanae, who will play Love in Fresh Precure)

After the OP, the scene changes to Scorp’s office in Eternal HQ. He is pondering how to get the Rose Pact while Bunbee offers some backhanded compliments about the difficulty of such a task and plays the fool. His new names for Scorp this episode are Scoop and, of all things, Ketchup. After Scorp storms off out of annoyance, Bunbee decides to see how hard it could really be, so he heads to the school to look for items from the Collection.

Meanwhile, Karen and the student council are reviewing the suggestions they received and determining whether they can implement them. The ideas include getting more novels for the library, decorating the hallway and giving the art club somewhere to display their work (these two solve each other), and installing a flower garden in the courtyard. Nozomi makes some suggestions of her own, including making summer break longer and doubling the size of the yakisoba bread sold at the cafeteria.

that is the appropriate reaction

Komachi wonders whether Karen is stretching herself too thin, but Karen assures her that she has help from everyone, and she’s happy for this program because people help her to see the things she can’t.

The next scene shows a student dropping a letter in the box, which suddenly glows. It cuts to Syrup on the clock tower, thinking about his interactions with the girls over the last few episodes, when suddenly Mailpo receives the student’s letter addressed to Karen, so Syrup heads to their school to deliver it. He gets roped into helping Otaka (the lunch lady/undercover principal) and she repays him in pancakes. Karen comes to talk about a request to address long lines at the cafeteria and recognizes Syrup. The delivery boy remembers his delivery and hands her the letter, which is a request to look into some thefts from the art room. Karen is curious why a letter from the suggestion box rerouted to Mailpo, and Syrup tells her there’s always a reason, so she brings him along to find out why. When they arrive at the art room, they discover Bunbee hauling away with student projects under the mistaken belief that they’re valuables from the Collection. When confronted, he double-checks his list and decries the artwork as worthless before attacking her. This insult annoys Karen, who transforms into Cure Aqua to fight him. Bunbee turns a bust outside the classroom into a Hoshiina and tries to ransack the art room some more, but Aqua protects it, against Syrup’s concerns, because she was asked to.

It looks like she’s outmatched, but the other girls show up in the nick of time to support her and validate her feelings. The Hoshiina is still a tough opponent for all five of them, but Aqua absolutely refuses to let it destroy the art room, espousing that there is nothing in the school that wouldn’t matter if it were lost. Her strong feelings let her perform her new finishing attack, Sapphire Arrow, which is our first archery-based attack in the franchise (but not the last). It destroys the Hoshiina while Bunbee flees. Syrup watches from safety, a little befuddled by the idea that he was tasked with delivering the letter because Karen felt strongly about respecting the request.

On a later day, the five girls and Mr. Kokoda approach the cafeteria, surprised that there seems to be a larger than usual crowd but not the expected line, and the girls discover Syrup working there. Otaka introduces him as Amai Shiro, her new assistant. She slips in a remark that she’s paying him in pancakes (protip, that’s illegal) and there’s awkwardness all around.

The unusual situation is interrupted when the student council girls show up with the suggestion box again, this time full of thank you letters. Karen sits down to read them and Nozomi, Rin, and Urara read Otaka’s menu and realize it’s got a bunch of new stuff on it. Karen comes across one letter that’s actually a drawing of the five of them which says to do her best. Komachi beams at her and Karen hugs the letter to her chest as she things about how fortunate she is to have these friends.

The Analysis

This is another strong episode, although it lacks a certain oomph that the previous one had. I really enjoy seeing Karen in her element, doing her utmost as the student council president to make school life better. It reminds me a lot of episode 14 of the previous series, where all the clubs needed new equipment, and Karen helped them by solving one problem with another. Her unwavering devotion to the student body shows that she’s truly a good student council president, and her earnestness to answer the wishes of the student who raised concerns about the stolen artwork is really moving.

I gotta say that I don’t feel like the Eternal plot is really going anywhere. I know it’s a strange thing to say about the villains, especially this early in the show, but I just do not understand the story angle. I love the evil corporation concept, but right now it seems like Nightmare did it better. Eternal leans more heavily into the paperwork and writing reports, which is a good gag when they use it, but this episode just features Bunbee annoying Scorp and then stealing a bunch of student art projects. The idea was for him to prove that finding this stuff isn’t so hard and show up Scorp, but he mistakes art projects for pieces of the Collection somehow? It makes him look incompetent, which is not unusual for Bunbee of course, but it seems like a new low from the former Nightmare executive whose previous plots involved threatening hostages to get what he wanted. Scorp, as well, has not shown the same degree of menace he did in his initial appearance. More on that next episode.

The B-plot with Syrup is enjoyable and helps round out the episode nicely. He’s largely kept to himself, but he’s starting to really think about how far the Precures go to protect their ideals, and it may yet have an effect on him. Of course, this self-reflection is short lived because he’s tasked with delivering a letter as an excuse to learn about Karen’s strong feelings, and in the process he gets roped into helping Otaka. He protests a bit, but clearly he enjoys it enough to agree to fully work for her, even if he’s mostly interested in eating her pancakes (although the real reason could be so he can stay close to the Precures and learn from them, as well as helping to protect the Rose Pact). It’s a well thought-out setup that allows for some nice gags and keeps Syrup on hand in future episodes.

I enjoy these sorts of day in the life episodes with the girls resolving mundane problems, they have a tendency to feel the most satisfying. I checked the director’s history and he has a history of storyboarding and directing episodes like this. The writer also previously wrote some of the best episodes of Yes 5 of a similar nature, so it’s another good team that comes together. The art and animation was actually a little better and more consistent than the last episode, but there was no standout moment of amazing animation like that wonderful turnaround. I realize you can’t have them all the time, but in an otherwise great episode, I was hoping for another stellar moment such as that. Ah well. Consistently good is plenty, and it makes my galleries look nicer.

Next time on Precure Daily, King Donuts wakes up, and Rin goes to sleep. Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 kettei!

#Precure #Pretty Cure #Yes! Precure 5 Go Go!#YPC5GG05 #PCD203

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littleeyesofpallas · 4 years ago

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There's a Bleach rant ive been trying (and failing) to sort out in a nice orderly succinct post for a while now about how thru a mix of my usual rundown of the Arrancar Arc set up, my (also) usual metatextual reading, and then also slipping into some headacanon-y territory, I've convinced myself that the real endgame on the Arrancar Arc should've been a confrontation between the Visored as "surprise" villains and the Vastlord Arrancar as surprise good guys.

In part key to this being my already kind of established theory on this blog that the Fullbringers were basically a rehash of a dropped Visored plot that we never got to see fleshed out in the Arrancar Arc. I'm pretty certain the Visored's goal (if they'd ever even gotten around to being given one...) would have been to obtain the Hougyoku to become human again(again this kind of banking on my other established theories including that the Visored weren't actually shinigami but human substitute shinigami like Ichigo) as their hollows were a curse. But then as a twist they'd really be out to further push their hybrid power as neither Shinigami nor Hollow. Meaning they’d have been a ragtag group of 3rd party humans without rank, whom Ichigo turns to for guidance when the Shinigami and Urahara can’t help him, who appear initially hostile, end up friendly and kind of goofy, but ultimately were training Ichigo for their own benefit and not out of benevolence.

But then, opposite this, the Arrancar were clearly positioned to be an inversion of the Visored, not just in the basic outline of their powers but in their implicit alignment as well. Notably, the shinigami were already of questionable morality after the Soul Society Arc and it seemed like Kubo had every intention of following up on that.

Now, there’s a lot more to all of this than that... but that’s kind of where I keep tripping myself up in tangents, so let’s just kind of move along for now...

If we figure that the Visored were positioned to be villains masquerading as allies, and posit from there that the Arrancar might not all be as villainous as they seem we find that any potential evidence of this being set up hinges on the elusive nature of the Vastlord. We know they're human sized and stronger than a captain as hollows, that they are very few in number, and that Aizen is actively seeking them out in order to complete/perfect the Espada, and that he is quick to discard and replace weak Espada. (ala Grimmjow/Luppi and the Privaron.)

The first and only real Vastlord we see is Wonderweiss, as we catch a single glimpse of him as a Hollow, but bound in bandages, just before he’s turned into an Arrancar by Aizen; the only time we actually see this process; He is clearly humanoid in shape and size in this scene, and given the context above all being freshly exposited at that point in the story, it’s a pretty clear inference. This would mean that Wonderweiss is positioned to be one of Aizen’s new, perfect Espada ranks, soon to replace one of the existing ones. (although this is never followed through on.)

Of note, Wonderweiss shows up in the diversion party covering up Orihime’s abduction alongside other Espada, and takes Urahara offguard, strongly suggesting that he is in the very least stronger than Yammy, who struggled to keep up with Urahara previously. Other than just a nebulously high power level, Wonderweiss stands out by his vacant/dimwitter and/or child-like demeanor. Of note: Tousen refers to him as “Pure” although even he doesn’t seem to know what exactly that means.

But you know who else has a nebulous power level, ominously foreshadowed (before not being followed up on for a long time) and a generally innocent and child-like demeanor? Nel.

When Nel is first introduced she actually drops a bit of info about how the Numeros are the ranked Arrancar of Aizen’s army, and how she isn’t one of them, implying that there are just other arrancar living out in Hueco Mundo. Additionally there are a few peculiarities about her and her companions: For one her mask is not clearly broken nor actually missing much of itself at all, which seems to imply her mask wasn’t removed properly (something Kubo does happen to follow up on, but I’ll get to that later...) and although their brief discussion with Ichigo does identify all three of them as Arrancar, Dondochakka and Pesche don’t actually look like Arrancar at all. Although it can be argued that Pesche’s mask is broken and hidden under the fabric bolted over one eye, Dondochakka’s mask appears fully intact, and he doesn’t even have a hollow hole...

So here’s another bit of where I get tripped up by my own meta headcanon... Kubo seems to have a general habit of taking old ideas and reusing them, sometimes it’s character types or dynamics, sometimes its powers and themes, sometimes it’s certain panels or scenes. And I feel like he does this most often when the first time he tried, he didn’t quite get everything he wanted out of it.

I also believe that Kubo’s very traceable plans for the Arrancar Arc that he set up early on, were effectively ditched by around the time the Grimmjow fight happened. And broadly speaking, I realize that that is a less substantiated theory than some of what I peddle. And I can go into a lot of the kind of orbital evidence that I think suggests it, but it still only goes so far, and doesn’t amount anything irrefutably concrete, so I’m going to also fight the urge to go on that particular rant...

NOW, with that in mind, I think Nel’s dynamic with Nnoitra was originally part of something that Kubo was effectively at risk of losing when he shifted gears to wrap up the Hueco Mundo rescue mission faster. And in his usual style, I think he quickly retooled key moments of that dynamic into what we wound up with in order to quickly shoehorn it into what remained of the Hueco Mundo phase of the arc while he still had the chance: Nnoitra taunting Ichigo for not knowing “what” Nel is; his inferiority complex; and a number of small scenes and exchanges, including the one where Nel waxes philosophical on what it means to have gone from Human to Hollow to Arrancar. I believe that this accounts for a number of issues I see with Nel’s whole reveal and fight and backstory with Nnoitra not really fitting into the general flow of the story or the timeline we’d been given prior. (which is, you guessed it, another rant I’m not getting into here!)

A few additional weird notes that I don’t even know how to rectify personally...

in the Unmasked character book Ulquiorra gets his little flashback origin story, which I don’t really know if I’d place in the realm of building on Kubo’s final continuity for the arc, as something he salvaged from old ideas, or something he honestly just did more or less outside of continuity as bonus content just because it’s what he was vibing that week... But it suggests Ulquiorra wasn’t actually made by Aizen but was a naturally occurring Arrancar who removed his own mask. And in the bounds of this particular building theory that actually puts him in a category similar to Nel, as a Vastlord who got his masked removed by means other the the Hougyoku. And I don’t think I need to remind you about his whole character arc with Orihime and his fixation with finding out what Heart is and how he die a more sympathetic figure than most of the Arrancar.

Starrk’s awkward death flashback where he also appears to have not actually been made by the Hougyoku at all, but is in fact a naturally occurring Arrancar. And his similar disposition to Ulquiorra, where they both seem possessed by a sense of longing for surprisingly human connections(and understanding of Heart, and companionship) and is actually rather adverse to fighting if he can help it.

And finally (I promise this is all going somewhere...) Zommari’s extremely peculiar death in which he berated Byakuya and shinigami for having arrogantly and self-righteously appointed themselves protectors of humans and executioners of Hollows, something he suggests is against a kind of natural order or sense of justice. He dies praising Aizen, implicitly as someone who appears to have promised him and the other Arrancar an alternative to this system. As a tiny tack on, Aisslinger also dies with similar praise for Aizen, saying that Hollows are born from fear and only someone fearless like Aizen has the right to lead the Arrancar.

SO... Now that we’ve collected these kind of disparate bits of data I’m not even gonna waste your time with trying to suss out the difference between the inferred continuity, the meta-textual intent, or speculation(because that’s where I get lost in these drafts) I’m just gonna launch right into fullblown headcanon...

...in a part 2 post.... because otherwise this’ll be twice and long and nobody wants that...

#bleach #meta #rant #ramble

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ramblinganthropologist · 4 years ago

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N7 Challenge 26 - Purple

Summary: Well... someone was going to catch him eventually. But did it have to be Garrus?

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Man... he was getting way too good at this whole undercover cross-dressing thing.

Alistair carefully – dare he say it, daintily – stepped over the unconscious man he had just knocked out. His armor said he was Blood Pack, his head said he probably had a concussion. That tended to happen when a biotic whipped something at you, but hey. What did he know?

The other person left was also human, and looking at him as though he was a living nightmare. That was fine by him. It made interrogation easier. So with a spring in his step, he directed himself over to where they were staying.

Naturally, they tried to shoot him but that's what biotics were for.

“That was a little rude. All I wanted to know was where your hideout is.”

They spat blood before they spoke. “Fuck off, I saw what you did to Ban over there. I ain't telling you-”

And then they stopped talking, eyes wide. Alistair cocked an eyebrow, but then he heard the footsteps. They were taloned. His blood ran cold as he prepared his barrier, but no shot came. Instead, he hear the aiming of a gun.

The red dot appeared on the other man's forehead.

“Now, is that a nice way to treat someone? All we want is some information.”

A smooth, translated voice sent a shiver down Alistair's spine for all the wrong reasons as sweat began to trickle down his neck. He immediately began to curse his luck as he resisted the urge to look over his shoulder. He was supposed to be working as though they worked together.

Instead of the reality that Garrus had shown up on his own.

The conscious Blood Pack merc was sweating now as he backed up further against the wall, eyes wide as dinner plates. “Shit, it's Archangel! I thought you died!”

Oh, so he had been on Omega. Must have been one of the lucky ones who wasn't put in the charge against the bridge or the chaos that followed.

“I'm tough like that. “Garrus approached, still aiming. At least he didn't say anything to his partner as he did. “So... information?”

There was a brief tremble, and then... “We're in an abandoned warehouse two blocks from here. You're gonna get killed if you try to start shit, we're-”

And then he was out cold thanks to a fist to the head. Garrus pulled back, looking less than amused. Then he holstered his gun and started tapping into his omni-tool. No doubt he was putting in the same call Alistair was – come pick these assholes up.

Would've been a normal mission except he was wearing a dress and petticoat.

“We should head over t-” Garrus finally gave him the once-over. Had he had eyebrows, they would've been in the stratosphere. “Uh... maybe we should do that after you get changed into something more appropriate for a fire fight.”

No shit.

Alistair felt his cheeks color as he started walking. “I was undercover.”

“I figured from the fact you're wearing something that looks like it came from the 19th century.”

His face got even redder, but the Spectre kept walking. This time, he had thought ahead and found a place to change without going back to the Normandy. It saved him time, and he didn't have to worry about messing up the dress by going in to a fight. After all, he eventually needed to return the thing... eventually.

He still hadn't gotten around to that.

“It's called lolita, and it's more the 20th and 21st.”

Garrus didn't exactly look convinced as they walked. “Right. And you're wearing it because...”

Alistair kept his head high. “It's an effective disguise. Nobody is going to believe somebody dressed like this is going to have a gun in their bag. Besides, it makes it easier to get information out of these guys when they think they're going to get me into bed.”

Which they weren't. He was gay, yes, but he had fucking standards thank you very much.

“Wouldn't think many guys would really be into this look, but I guess I don't really understand humans.”

The turian clearly wasn't a fan. It shouldn't have bothered Alistair – he wasn't exactly a fan either, after all most of the time he did this under someone else's needs – but something about it still rubbed him the wrong way as they walked through the quiet streets.

Like... people liked this style. They were helping him get info, he practically had to defend them for their valuable aid.

“It has its followers. Truth be told, I'll be happy when I can get back into my regular clothes.”

Garrus nodded as they approached the building Alistair had rented a room in for changing. Unsurprisingly, the clerk gave no fucks as a human and turian combo made their way through. Then it was up the stairs, second door on the right.

The turian took the bed as he started to get changed. “I'm not even sure how you can walk in those shoes.”

“They're a lot better than heels, actually.” When the turian gave him a look, he rolled his eyes and added, “It's a long story, it involves high school and before I came out.”

Garrus at least had the sense to look embarrassed at his assumption. “I didn't... ok, fair. Sometimes I forget you didn't just pop out of the ground as Commander Shepard.”

Him and the Alliance both. It was a blessing some days.

Anyway, he had clothing to change out of. Soon both the shoes, socks, and his wig were off. Then it was the process of getting out of the dress and petticoat, both which proved daunting. He grumbled as he tried to reach for a button behind his back... it wasn't working.

Fuck.

“You alright there, Shepard?”

Alistair sighed as he shook his head. “I can't reach the damn button. Bo was the one who fixed it before I went out.”

Much to his surprise, the turian stood. Soon his talons were carefully picking the button apart and releasing him from his fabric prison. He was finally able to get out of the rest of his disguise which... left him in his underwear.

In front of a very hot turian.

He uh... didn't think this one through.

“Huh. So you really do have N7 tattooed there.”

The Spectre did his best to keep his tone even as he hid said tattoo with the waistband of his pants. “It was Bo's idea.”

“I have no doubt about that.” Garrus went back to sitting on the bed, looking for the most part awkward as fuck when Alistair glanced him in the mirror. That was probably due to the fact he was suited up and packed for a firefight. In a small room like that,it stuck out. “Anyway... what's with the dress anyway? Doesn't seem like something you'd buy on your own. Did Shepard get it for you?”

No... if Bo had bought it, it probably would've been pink. Pink wasn't really his color, what with him being a ginger and all. Well, some people could pull it off – he couldn't. He did better in darker cool tones.

Not that he had been dress shopping. Not exactly much time or interest there.

“No, it was a friend of hers. I originally got it to help them out. They were being harassed.” He pulled his shirt down, and then slid into his boots. After that, it was time to get back into his armor. This he started into with a practiced hand, almost on muscle memory.

He could probably do it with his eyes closed.

“And you kept it because...”

Alistair shrugged as he belted on his gauntlets. “She needed my help busting a red sand ring on the Citadel.”

Garrus sounded impressed the next time he spoke. “That was you? I heard about it from someone in C-SEC, but they hadn't mentioned their contact was someone in a frilly green dress.”

Guess they left that part out. Seemed like a C-SEC thing to do.

The Spectre finished putting his armor on after a few more seconds of work. Then he reached into his borrowed purse to retrieve his gun. The look on the turian's face was priceless as he holstered it at his side again.

It got even better when he grabbed the rest of his gear.

“You know, now I understand why women carry purses.”

That made Alistair chuckle as he switched out the band on his omni-tool to his heavy duty one that added a little extra wrist protection. “Honestly, same. I'm almost going to miss it, but at least I have my cargo pants.”

“But they hide your...”

Garrus had mostly been muttering under his breath at that point. Still, he had been close enough that it had been easy to pick up. Alistair was left pretty much mute, staring at the turian with wide eyes as he tried to figure out what he meant.

If he hadn't known better... well... no, he definitely knew better. He must have been tired or something.

“Huh?”

The turian's mandibles twitched as he got up from the bed. “Nothing. Anyway, if you're going to keep doing this maybe you should return this dress and get your own.”

Now that made the Spectre laugh as they left the room behind. “Got any suggestions for me, Mr. Fashion Master? I'll let Bo know next time we're out and I just have to get a new coord.”

Shit, he was picking up the lingo. It was getting serious now.

Garrus didn't answer him immediately. Instead, it was pretty quiet as they exited back onto the street to follow up on their information. Alistair was starting to feel the familiar buzz under his skin as his biotics built up. He had been needing a release.

“I don't know, purple maybe?”

The turian's tone sounded not too sure. Regardless, it still stopped the Spectre in his tracks. He almost broke his neck whipping it around to get an eyeful of his mission partner. No doubt if Garrus could have blushed, he would have been doing it. His body language was embarrassment x 100.

“Huh?”

“Purple... might work. Or dark blue. Green wasn't really your color. And maybe not so... much.” He made a vague hand gesture. “You know?”

He was not having this conversation.

“Yeah, I guess OTT isn't my thing...” he shook his head. “Can we just go do the thing we're good at? This is a conversation neither of us probably want to have.”

Given how much Garrus relaxed at his words, it was the right decision. At least now both could relax as they headed into a potential brawl with a bunch of mercs that had no idea what was about to come after them. Talk about stress relief.

But damn if he wasn't going to be kicking himself about this later. Maybe knocking a few heads around would help.

#n7month #ramblinganthropologist's writing #Alistair Shepard #Garrus Vakarian

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lulu-balu · 6 years ago

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Just because I can't get the image out of my head with Christmas approaching, Fen and Seabrass discover a decorated Christmas tree in a vault of the Red Queen. In the end Piper finds them after whatever hilarity has ensued, because she was worried after losing contact with the pair

Okay so first off, I’m so sorry this took so long. This ended up being a lot longer than I wanted but honestly, there’s nothing wrong with a couple hundred extra words. (I had to stick most of it under a read more though, so there’s that. Sorry mobile users >_>)

The whole crew knew it well: SeaBrass was bored out of his mind. Acting as the “police”for a still-recovering society was all good and fun, sure, but taking out the lingering Scrappers and unconvinced Royalists (Who were still trying to enforce the dead Queen’s laws) were starting to grow stale. He wanted something slower for a change.

In his nightly musings he decided that having an adventure by himself was a fun idea, so he formulated a plan to raid the one of the Red Queen’s vaults, taking whatever treasures it might still hold. Caution still whispered persistent warnings in the back of his mind, though, so to shut it up he convinced Fen to tag along for the ride. Besides, they seemed oblivious enough to not realize they very well might get in trouble—nevertheless, if any danger arose, they would be a good partner to have in a fight.

He managed to convince Piper to send the two of them onto a small Scrapper ship that had been reported to be carrying Scrappers who were bugging the locals. They were decommissioned swiftly and when it came time to leave, SeaBrass directed the escape pod in the opposite direction. If everything went to plan, they’d be in and out of the vault before anyone suspected a thing.

Before long, the pod had reached the vault, sliding into the docking bay like a plug fitting into its port. They had to fight with the door on the vault’s side to get it to open, but once they did, they found it to be very dark inside.

“I’ve got this,” Fen exclaimed, turning every light on their body on,lighting them up to the brightest setting they could without overexerting themself.

Fen started forward, looking about rather eagerly for hidden treasures. SeaBrass didn’t expect Fen to move so quickly, so he had to pick up the pace, not wanting to get left behind. After a few minutes, Fen inadvertently kicked something, the item making a loud clattering sound as it scraped against the floor. Startled, they jumped a bit, their antennae standing on end.

“Aye, what is it?” SeaBrass asked, immediately striding over to it. He leaned over it, studying it with curiosity; and it wasn’t long before Fen joined him.

“It’s a hook,” observed Fen.

SeaBrass picked it up; just from an initial feel he could tell it was pretty heavy, much heavier than his own. “And a rather fancy one, it be.”It was true; fancy markings and patterns were etched into thebowl-like bottom. Whoever wore this must’ve been in a highly respectable position.

It was when SeaBrass started fawning over it, saying how he’d pick up all the ladies with it that Fen grew bored and moved on, their pirate friend unaware that he was being left in the dark. They fumbled around old and dusty antiques and other uninteresting things before something green caught their “eye”.

On first glance, it almost looked like Wonky’s plant, Earnest, but this one was much taller. It lacked those “leaf” things that Earnest had, instead having these short, pin-like obtrusions on its branches. There were a weird plethora of trinkets on it, from shiny orbs to porcelain depictions of organics. Looking closer, Fen saw that a bunch of wires with unlit bulbs attached were also wrapped around the strange plant.

How does it live without light? Earnest has to be set by the window everyday. For“photosynthesis” as Wonky calls it.

Fen reached out to touch one of the pins—it warped under his touch and felt like some sort of plastic. Nothing like fleshy, durable texture of Earnest’s thick stem. Was it perhaps fake?

“Hey!Wait up… What it that?” Seabrass said as he finally caught up with Fen.

“I have reason to believe that it is an artificial plant.”

“Aren’t those wires wrapped around it though? Like those doohickeys that make ye run?”

“Yeah,they are… perhaps I could do something with them.” Fen followed the wires with their “eyes,” looking for an end to them, or more specifically, something they could interact with. Their gaze fell to the floor, where the wire finally ended with two flat, metal prongs,a small holes in both of them. He walked over and picked it up,tracing the holes with their fingers.

Fen distinctly remembered channeling power into a similar device years ago… what would happen if they did the same to this one?

“…Gabriel?Stand back, I don’t want you to get injured.” Fen had adopted Piper’s habit of calling SeaBrass by his first name, and to be frank, he hated it. No matter what he tried, however, he couldn’t convince Fen to call him by his nickname.

SeaBrass begrudgingly obeyed and took a few long strides backwards, allowing Fen to put whatever plan they had into motion.

It happened so quickly: sparks of electricity branched out everywhere(somehow not touching anything), tiny little lights appeared on the tree, Fen quite literally squeaked and accidentally tackled SeaBrass to the ground in their attempt to get away. Fen suddenly picked up SeaBrass, tucked themself underneath his back and shivered violently.

SeaBrass looked like he had just had his harpooning skills insulted, was stomped on and spat at. Not only was he being used as a hiding place for his nutty teammate, he was being used as a spot to hide from an inanimate object.

“Oh,so it lights up? You learn something new everyday, I suppose.”

Fen’s attitude did a complete one-eighty; one minute they were cowering under SeaBrass and the next they were hovering protectively over him, lightning coil charged and ready to go. Seabrass fell to the ground, landing painfully on his back again. He was sure he would have to have his back looked at later.

“Hey, it’s okay! I don’t mean any harm,” the voice said at Fen, who was growling (SeaBrass was starting to suspect that they were some sort of animal in a robot disguise).

As Fen lowered their lightning coil, withdrawing the power from it, their shoulder was used by SeaBrass for support in getting himself up. They then shared an identical confused look as they took in the bot before them.

He seemed to be some sort of Royalist, but really old, if the way he hunched over was anything to go by. He had white facial “hair”and an eye patch. He gave them a warm smile. “I sort all the old stuff around here. You won’t believe the kind of crazy thingamabobs I’ve taken in over the years, and that fake, decorative plant in the corner is no exception. The little bulbs on it was the one mystery I’ve never solved, but it seems you two have accomplished the task for me.”

They stood in awkward silence for a minute as they took the info in.

“I don’t like it,” Fen decided, and knowing Fen, SeaBrass couldn’t ask why. Fen was strange like that.

“So it is a fake plant, then. What use is a plant if it doesn’t make any o’ that stuff called oxygen?” asked Seabrass.

The old robot shrugged. “I’ve heard rumors suggesting that long before the Earth exploded, it was worshiped, organics leaving boxes wrapped with fancy paper underneath its branches. The tree would bless the boxes, leaving gifts inside them.”

Fen blurted out, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Of course it is, the organics were complete nut jobs.”

The Royalist chuckled. “But you have to admit, it is decorated very nicely, no?”

It was mere seconds later that they found out that Fen didn’t think so, because in those few seconds Fen managed to set the tree on fire with their lightning coil.

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” Someone shouted, and in response, all three robots in the room did so, looks of utter panic on their faces (Even Fen,who only had “eyes” for a face, managed to pull off a terrified look). The next thing they knew was that they were staring down the barrel of Piper’s rifle. Piper herself had an absolutely livid expression.

Before she decided to pull the trigger on the poor man Fen and SeaBrass quickly explained the whole thing, knowing full well that they would face punishment later. Piper put her gun down and raised her brows when they finished, clearly processing their words.

SeaBrass sighed and looked to the floor. “…Sorry, Cap’n.”

Instead of receiving an annoyed sigh and forgiveness like he hoped, SeaBrass instead earned a slap on the face. “Don’t do that again! You had me scared to death back there. Turned the whole ship into a sauna, I was steaming so much.” She sighed, her rage dissipating. “Listen, if you wanted to have some fun, I would have gladly taken you to a concert or something. Ask me instead of deciding to raid some old man’s vault. Now go wait for me in the ship.”

“Bu-But it’s not his vault, it was the Queen’s vault! Anything in here is up for grabs!” SeaBrass protested, but Piper clearly wasn’t listening. Besides that, a grumpy Fen was trying to drag him away, so he realized he wouldn’t be able to change the Captain’s mind.

“Don’t worry about it; I grabbed the hook on the way out for you,” Fen whispered. To their relief, Seabrass’s face broke into the widest grin they’ve ever seen.

“What a peculiar pair of robots,” the old robot said as he watched the pair trudge out.

Piper groaned and rubbed the spot between her photoreceptors. “You have no idea. I love them, they mean everything to me, but they can make me worry like no tomorrow.”

Suddenly, water flew over their head, arching in a beautiful curve before landing on the burning tree, dousing its flames.

“Only you can prevent forest fires!”

“DORA, FOR COG’S SAKE, GET BACK ON THE SHIP!”

#asks #steamworld heist #my fanfiction #my writing

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fatesinthenight · 7 years ago

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Wilford's Smile (part 7)

You sit beside Wilford on the bed and look him in the eye. You don't know what to say to him at this moment. He has not spoken to you for a few days and now he shows up again saying you can ask him anything you want. He gives you the floor and you finally speak up.

"What made you come here?" You look at him curious.

"Let's just say that I got someone at home that worried about me when I'm not feeling my best." Wilford chuckles.

Back at the Ego house earlier

Wilford is laying in bed for the third day. He just rolls around and makes his mind go blank. He knows that he should have done more than just leave a note. Wilford feels bad for leaving you the way he did without much of a word. As he pulls his covers over his head he thinks of how patient you were with him. How you comfort him and let him curl up with you. Even more he was surprised that you did not smack him in the face for kissing you. In honesty he did not know what came over him to do that. One moment he was panicking then next just seeing you looking so worried about him made him want to kiss you. He did mean what he said about just wanting to feel something nice. The time he has spent with you has been fun and being near you was making him feel something he thought he would never feel again. That day he came over and wanted to go outside was his way of trying to ask you on a date. Wilford had never been the same in regards to having a relationship since Celine. He has hard time finding a connection with someone but with he was feeling a spark start go off. He doesn't know how it started, all he knows that when he sees those rare giggles from you it makes his heart beat just a bit faster. Or when you look annoyed at him but he can see you like having him around makes him want to tease you more. the way you smile over something you like and how animated you become talking about it has him want to hug you and say how cute you are. Yet there he was in bed feeling he messed up.

"Warfstache get up." Dark kicks the bed.

"Dark I thought we had a talk about knocking on the door instead of popping into the room from a portal." Wilford said from under the covers.

"It was I who had that talk with you and right now I don't care about that." Dark ribs the covers off. "Get your ass out of bed and go fix your problem."

"I don't have a problem." Wilford sits up and yawns. "I was just napping in between shooting of the show. I have been going through scripts all night so I was tired."

"You think your so good at lying don't you?" Dark watches Wilford get out of bed and stretch out. "If that was the case you have a extra room in your studio you sleep in if your napping through takes. You only come up to your room after a take if you want to get away."

"I do?" Wilford brushes his mustache.

"Yes you do." Dark crosses his arms. "You also stay in bed moping and over thinking a situation, which you must have been doing now. So whatever it is going on with you go fix it and snap out of it. I cant have you being such a downer."

Wilford smirks. "I always know you loved me." He turns to Dark and smiles at him.

Dark just huffs and looks away from you. "I know you wont say what it is you have going on but come back in a better state of mind."

Back in your room

"So I know you have plenty of questions for me. I will tell you now however I will only tell you what I am comfortable with when it comes to answering them. Is that alright with you?" He watches you for your response.

"That's fair. I would not want to push you into answering things you don't want to answer." You don't want to pry too much into it.

"Alright lets get this stated with." He moves his head around like he is prepping himself up. He breathes in and out them puts one foot over his knee and leans forward. "Hit me." He fixes his bow.

You think he must really take his job seriously. "Alright..." You face him and think of your first question. "Why did you panic when you saw my hand?"

"Wow pulling out the big questions off the bat. I like that." He seems impressed. "I will tell you that I have a tendency to react that way toward seeing blood."

"So your scared of blood?" You think about it. "But how can that be when you have shot or stabbed people before and it does not bother you?"

"Hmmm why is that? Maybe because I don't think mush about them so it doesn't bother me." He shrugs.

"Then why freak out with me?" You ask.

"I like you and you were hurt." He leaves it at that.

You get the hint that there has to be more to it but don't press him. then again your cheeks get pink hearing him say he likes you. "Ok. Do you feel alright now?"

"Could be better but yes I am. Nothing like a good old kick from Edgelord to get you up." He laughs.

He looks like he is feeling alright. You feel like he is still having some troubles but as of now he is ok. "Why didn't you wake me up when you left?"

"To be frankly honest you looked so cute that it would break my heart to wake you." He give you a soft smile. "Then again I am also not so good at talking about my feeling so I just ran out before I could be confronted."

"You hide your real feeling a lot don't you?" You can see it.

"O darling'..." He leans in more. "You have no idea."

Now that only made you more curious. Even so you get this feeling that it is a subject better saved for another day. "Last question."

"Already? I was getting ready to be bombarded with questions." He looks almost disappointed.

"Well I do have more but I think those are better saves for another time in better circumstances. Also I don't want to overwhelm you nor ask something way to personal."

"That's considerate of you. I know I would have gone for anything regardless. But that's just me right?" He winks at you. "Ok fire away last question."

You know after you just said you did now to ask anything to personal you were just about to do just that. "Who is Celine?"

Wilford sits up straight and looks at you like you just committed a crime. He doesn't speak and he feels something inside of him making him want to run off. "Why do you know that name..."

"You... ummm said it in your sleep." You start to wish you never asked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask something that would make you feel upset."

Wilford runs his hand through his pink floof. He didn't know he still did that, speak out Celine's name in his sleep. That must have felt so awkward to you he thought. That he said another person's name while laying on your chest... in his head he is telling himself how stupid he is. Wilford looks up at you and can tell you feel uneasy at your reaction.

"It's alright... Its just well... its part of something in my past that is still hard to talk about... but I feel like I owe it to you to tell you one thing." He feels his chest feel heavy. "She was my lover."

"Your lover..." You did not expect that. To be honest you never would have expected him to have a real relationship. Hearing him say it though makes your heart feel heavy. Knowing that he said her name in his sleep... he must have loved her a lot.

"It happened a long time ago." He checks on you. He can tell you did not see this coming and are trying to process it. But then again that was only scratching the surface. "I'm getting the feeling this is the wrong time to ask you on a date."

"A date?" Well now your head is spinning.

"I was going to ask you out last time I saw you. Of course the day did not go according to plan if I do say so myself." He tugs his suspenders. "But I want to do things right this time... So if it is alright with you I want to take you out."

You don't know how to respond. "So you have a panic attack on me and leave me worrying about you for the past three days. Tell me you like me but then again you say your ex lover name in your sleep, clearly not over her. Now after all of that you want to take me out."

"I did not say I was perfect." Wilford chuckles.

"You really are crazy you know that..." You shake your head.

"Always been my charm." He waits for your answer. He is actually nervous.

You just look at him and sigh. "What time should I be ready?"

Wilford jumps up and suddenly there is red and white confetti popping out of nowhere. "And it is a yes ladies and gentleman!" A few balloons float around your room and you have no idea how that happened. "I will text you the details when I got everything figured out!"

"Sure let me give you my number." You reach for your phone.

"No need I already got it." He goes through his phone and shows you your number. There is a picture of you with the contact info. You look like you are laughing at something.

"Do I even want to know how you got my number?" You don't question how Wilford does things at this point.

"Nothing much. Just looked through your phone when you were not looking." He admits. "Well I better head on back home. I got a show to run. Bim must be wondering where I am." He makes a portal. "I will see you then (Y/N)."

"Wait Wilford!" You stop him. He looks back at you with a sweet smile. "Don't think I am not letting you off the hook from seeing me in the shower." You give him a look.

"O i know that. But it will be worth the punishment you have in store for me." He runs into the portal grinning so wide hearing you yell after him.

#Wilford Warfstache #marks egos #celine the seer #fanfic #wilford warfstache x reader

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faetheralrecs · 7 years ago

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Isn’t Life Strange? || Chapter III

Hey guys! Hope y’all are fine! I was ill again last week but fortunately I’m feeling better now! I modified this chapter a bit, I added some descriptions and removed some dialogues, I’m currently writing the 6th chapter, but every week I come back to the previous chapters to check if they are not too hum bad? And since they are, I take some time to make slight modification and I can’t progress on the chapter I was supposed to write but anyway hopefully someday I won’t have to come back to old chapters!

I’m a bit worried about the pace I write the chapters honestly, I have to concentrate on college right now cause my second semester started and I don’t want to fail! Hope I’ll make it!

Anyway! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Genre: Mature (strong language, mentions of drugs use, suicide, death) but still a bit of fluff in the future.

Members: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 2625

Summary: You wake up in class after a far too realistic dream and discover you can now rewind time.

You made your way to the dorms. When you arrived, you noticed Eunjin and her friends (or should you say minions?) sitting on the red brick stairs of the building, in front of the door, blocking the way. Of course... You took a deep breath to gather your courage and walked up to them.

When you where close enough to make your presence noticeable, Eunjin was the first one to speak.

“Oh look, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, the selfie whore of this college.”

She got up and turned around you like a vulture, observing you from head to toe and then proceeded.

“What a lame gimmick. Even Ji- Mr.Kim falls for your waif hipster bullshit. ‘The Daguerreian Process, sir!’ You could barely even say that. I guess you got your meds filled.”

She sat down again and laughed with her petty gang.

“Since you know all the answers, I guess you have to find another way into the dorm. We ain't moving.” She marked a small pose before her face lit up from a sudden brilliant idea “Oh wait, hold that pose!”

She pulled out her phone from her short black skirt suit, and took a picture of you. You were just awkwardly standing there, your right hand holding your left forearm, your timidity clearly showing and all your previous courage vanishing from your body in front of your bully.

“So original. Don't worry Y/N, I'll put a vintage filter on it right before I post it all over social medias. Now, why don't you go fuck your selfie?” She ended curtly.

You walked away from the entrance of the dorm and tried to find a solution. Oh yes Eunjin, I'll get your boney ass out of my way.

You looked around you and saw Young Gu, the janitor, getting out of the custodial room and leaving the door open. You entered and activated the watering system. You looked through the door and saw Eunjin’s clothes and the dorms’ steps being drenched by the high pressure of the watering system. Eunjin got up from her spot but she was still blocking the way.

You looked around and saw Young Gu climbing a ladder with a paint can in his right hand to get to a scaffolding which was right above the dorms stairs. You remembered that a few moment ago the man was occupied in his custodial room, so you decided to rewind time. Everything that happened in the last 2 minutes replayed backward in front of your eyes, tingles tickling your fingertips and the palm of your right hand. Now that Young Gu was back in the custodial room and Eunjin on her stairs, you discreetly tampered with the paint can to make it fall when Young Gu would hang it on a hook on the scaffolding. You waited for him to get out of the room and then you quickly made your way to it to activate the watering system. You peeked out to see the scene. Eunjin was soaked again and, few seconds later, the paint can that Young Gu had just fixed on the hook fell to the ground and stained Eunjin’s once immaculate skirt and blouse with white paint.

The said girl started to scream and curse in terror, her minions asking frightened if everything was fine and if they could be of any use. Eunjin ordered her friends to get her towels to clean up the mess that were her closes and the two girls complied, running as fast as they could inside the dorms. The poor Young Gu walked up to her to apologize but Eunjin only screamed at her to leave her alone. She sat down on the cold, wet stairs and waited grumpily for her saviors to come back with the well needed equipment.

You were happily celebrating your victory in your mind, having a small victory dance inside your head before you approached Eunjin slowly after she had calmed down from the accident. This time, you started the conversation since you were the one in superior position now. Still, you talked to her with a smooth, calm voice to avoid any argument.

“Uh... Hey, Eunjin.” You started. “ What do you want, Y/N?” She replied bored “I am sorry, that's an awesome outfit… “You said truthfully. “It was, but there will be another. “She replied sadly. “ Well, you always seem to know how to pick the right outfits. “ “ I do have some talent, Mr.Kim told me- “

She decided not to end her sentence. So instead you decided to compliment her about her pictures and how she had an ‘Avendon-esque’ style. She seemed really flustered, telling you he was one of her heroes, a kind smile adorning her lips. At least she seemed less angered about the incident and you weren’t arguing anymore, for now. You were surprised to see this soft side of the girl, but it quickly disappeared with her next sentence, filled with anger. “I hope those sluts get me a towel before they hang a sign on me. “

Eunjin pulled her phone out and shifted on the right side of the steps before she spoke to you again carefully, as if looking for the right words.

“You deserve a better shot. Sorry about blocking you and...and the ‘go fuck your selfie’.” “That was mean… but pretty funny.” You lied with a lip tight awkward smile. “Just one of those days, you know?” Eunjin asked. “I know exactly what you mean, Eunjin. I'll see you later.” “Au revoir.”

Since Eunjin wasn’t in the way anymore, you climbed the small steps and finally entered the building after few minutes of hard work to get into the building. The dorm rooms were pretty comfortable, large and especially individual. As you entered your floor’s hallway, you saw Jayeon and Minju running with towels toward the door you had just come from. You were walking past Jimin’s room when you noticed the message on his whiteboard had been changed by someone, and its new content was insulting to Jimin. Okay, this is just mean and stupid. You cleaned the whiteboard and put a peace sign on it instead, at least the poor boy wouldn’t have to read such absurdities.

You entered your room and searched for the flash drive, but all you found was a post-it paper.

Hey girl, I borrowed your drive so I can watch some flix while I study. If you need it back, just track me down in my room. XOXO, D.

“Great, Now I have to go get the flash drive from Darya's room.” You sighed but still walked to Darya’s room, which was on the other end of the hallway compared to your room. When you got out of your room, you saw Juliet, Darya’s best friend, locking Darya’s up in her own room.

“You can't get out now, Darya! So tell me the truth, or rot in there!” Juliet screamed loud enough for her friend locked inside to hear. “Welcome to "The real Drama Queens of B.A.C” You whispered, your eyes tolling in the back of your head and an annoyed sigh leaving your lips.

“Hey Juliet, is everything cool?” You asked “Oh, yes Y/N, I've locked Darya in her room because we're ‘cool’.” “What did she do ?” you asked, curious.

She explained how she found out that Darya was sexting with her boyfriend behind her back, and when you asked her how she had found out about all this matter, she quickly snapped at you, insulting you of being a loner with your camera, but the remark didn’t hurt you since she wasn’t totally wrong and you were kind of intruding her private life. But then, after she took a deep breath to calm down and apologized for her behavior, she eventually told you.

“According to Eunjin, Darya would do anything to date a dancer.” “According to Eunjin, huh?” This new info peaked your interest. “She saw the sext! And Yugyeom won't answer his phone. Once Darya admits, she can go. Straight.To.Hell.” The silence was suddenly interrupted by Darya talking through the door. “Y/N, I swear I didn't do ANYTHING! But I bet Eunjin did! I know the proof is in her room!”

Honestly, you had enough of Eunjin and the repercussions her actions had on B.A.C and its students. You got to Eunjin’s room and sought for a proof. You searched on her computer and find the mail you needed. It was a conversation between Eunjin and Minju explaining how Eunjin had made everything up and how Juliet had believed the whole thing, even making fun of her in the meantime. Boom! This is the e-mail I need to show Juliet. Now I have to print this fast and get the hell out of here... Once the e-mail was printed you showed it to Juliet who freed Darya from her prison. The two friends reunited after some apologizes and a hug. You entered her room and took your flash drive, Darya took this as an advantage to thank you.

“Seriously, thanks again. I can't believe Juliet lock me in my own room. Real mature.” “Eunjin is not nice, I don't get it, she has everything. And to pull that prank on a friend.” Darya scoffed “Just because they're in the Vortex Club doesn't mean they're ‘BFF's��, I'm in it and Eunjin creeps me out. Y/N, you're smart to be a loner here, though Hoseok obviously likes hanging with you...” “What do you mean?” you asked incredulously Darya mentioned a folder made by Hoseok and named with your first name, but you quickly ended the conversation, feeling uneasy. You were walking out of the dorm area when you got another text from Hoseok.

Hobi: I don't mind waiting out here forever, I love this parking lot, I can’t count all the cars ... Y/N: The more I text the longer a take. Y/N: On my way. Hobi: bye.

You walked through the gates of the dorm area and saw Gwon Minsang, the security guard bullying Jimin. This was the second person he would take his anger on today, and you were quite fed up by his behavior, so you intervene. “Hey, why don't you leave him alone ?” “Excuse us, this is official campus business-“ the security guard answered “Excuse me, you shouldn't be yelling at students, or bullying them.” “Hey, hey, nobody is bullying anybody, I'm doing my job.” “No, you're not.” He approached you and looked right in your eyes. “You're part of the problem, missy. I will remember this conversation.”

He left the scene and Jimin thanked you multiple times, which you only acknowledge with a small nod in return. You made your way toward the parking lot and saw Hoseok in the distance.

“And there's Hoseok!” “Hey! What's up Y/N!” He said cheerfully, he extended his arms to hug you, but you didn’t notice the gesture and took out his flash drive from your bag. He quickly crossed arms on his torso as if nothing had happened. You took out the flash drive from your jean’s back pocket and handed it to him, thanking him for letting you borrow it. He delicately took the device from your fingers and put it in his jeans front pocket. “No problem. So, hum, you okay?” “It's been one strange fucking day.” You said with a tired sigh. Hoseok asked you if you had gotten a chance to check out the movies he had on his flash drive, and thankfully you had, so you talked for at least 10 minutes about all the great new movies he had stocked on his flash drive. You even debated and laughed for few minutes about the fact that Hoseok indeed was a thief for having illegal copies of those movies, but the boy preferred the term “cultural pirate connoisseur”. It sure sounded better than thief. After some time Hoseok offered you to go out for a movie night in his new car this week but you weren’t really listening. You were thinking about what had happened today because Hoseok had put yourself in a calm and reassured state so your brain could wander and create theories about Kim Namjoon and this mysterious boy in the toilets.

You friend noticed that you were distracted and made you come back to earth by pressing his face in your cheek with a high piercing scream and a huge smile adorning his lips. You gently pushed his face out of yours with your hand and took a quick look at your friend. His hair was parted in the front, probably a result of the tiring day, and his forehead was showing between the strands of hair. He was wearing a long sleeves shirt, but he had rolled them on his forearm since the weather was still warm. His light blue jeans were covered in stylish wholes and scratches and he was wearing his usual huge and colorful Balenciaga sneakers, the ones you one day had the misfortune to call “ugly”, to which he had replied that they were comfortable.

After some time you told your friend that you needed to talk to someone, to vent about your crazy day. Hoseok was a bit worried by your more than ever serious tone, his tone losing all playfulness and ready to listen carefully to everything you had to say. “I need to talk to somebody... just to get it out of my system… For real Hoseok, this is between you and me.” “Y/N, go on.” “I had this incredibly bizarro experience in Mr.Kim’s class today... I mean, life changing. Have you ever had a dream, so real it was like a movie?”

You were talking about your strange experience when your heard someone’s steps approaching your way in a frightening fast pace. You looked up and saw Kim Namjoon.

“Y/N Y/L/N , right ? You’re one of Kim’s photo groupies.” The male said furiously. “I'm one of his students.” You corrected. Hoseok sensing danger, tried to move in front of you but Namjoon pushed him out of the way. “Whatthefuckever. I know you like to take pictures, especially when you're hiding in the bathrooms. You better tell me what you told me the Principal. Now !” “I told him the truth. A student had a gun.” “No, you told him I had a gun, that's why he dragged me into his office.” Namjoon retorted angrily. “And did what? Give you a stern lecture?” You replied with the exact same ferocity “Nobody, nobody lectures me. Everybody tries though... they try ...” “You should talk to somebody, Namjoon.” You said with pity. “Do not analyze me, I pay people for that, worry about yourself, Y/N Y/L/N.” You were feeling oppressed now that Namjoon was right in front of you, few centimeters from your face so you told him to take a step back, but Namjoon wasn’t having it.

“Oh, you're telling me what to do?”

He took out scissors from the pocket of his jeans, Hoseok tried to intervene but Namjoon stabbed him on the cheek, Hoseok fell on the floor and Namjoon approached him. You tried to divert Namjoon from your friend, but he took out his anger on you instead and grabbed you by the neck, putting enough force to block any air from getting in your lungs. His grip was getting stronger and stronger, so to get out of his hold you scratched him in the face and he finally released you. You fell on the floor and heard a car braking quickly behind you. You turn around and used the rusty car’s hood to get up when you saw a familiar face in the driver seat. Both of your eyes widening.

“Y/N?”

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ganymedesclock · 7 years ago

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Semi-ship question... What do you think of the theory that Pidge has a canon crush on Lance? I've only seen analysis by plance shippers so I'd love to see a more objective take.

Personally, that idea rests very poorly with me?

I think that Pidge and Lance have a solid friendship and care about each other, but for me, I don’t read it as anything but platonic. It’s a little uncomfortable, I think, to put it that way when I think Lance regards Pidge like nothing so much as honorary kid sister and that’s important, especially if you consider that until very recently Pidge was actively missing her older brother, who meant a lot to her.

Pidge is someone who’s clearly had a hard time connecting with others outside of her family. A lot of her bitter “I’m too cool for you” attitude is pretty much her putting her hackles up expecting other people will bully or belittle her which is exactly what we saw in s4e2- that Pidge is at heart an earnest person, but, has put up a lot of brambles because of how much people have hurt her feelings.

Out of that, I think that Lance means something significant to her in that he was the first person in the Garrison to make a committed effort to get past her walls. Hunk, also, is important here, in that he didn’t have problems connecting to Pidge either, but Lance was really leading the charge. And even when they’re arguing in the simulator Lance reacts strongly to Pidge falling out of her chair because she unbuckled her belt- he doesn’t want her hurt.

It means a lot that Pidge actually opened up to Lance in s1e1 when he found her on the roof. Because information for the Holts is pretty much how they connect with each other, and Pidge’s information in this situation is not only rather worrying if it gets out (Lance could potentially blow her cover) but also rather sensitive personal info.

And I think the root of that significance is, Lance points out that Pidge reacts strongly to the Kerberos mission. Implicitly? “You’re super upset about this, which means that something has to be important about it.” He’s not judging Pidge for being invested in something he doesn’t think she should care about, rather- if Pidge cares that much about something, there has to be more to it.

This is Lance being a keen scholar of other people’s emotions.

But I feel like reading their canon relations by necessity as romantic and a crush does a disservice when I think the only scene that possibly lends itself to that read is Pidge “accidentally” smacking Lance with a robot when he’s going on about Allura- which I’d not really want to read as ship fodder even if hypothetically considering them as a ship- jealousy is not romantic, it’s, if anything, a major problem Pidge would have to work out if she did relate to people romantically and wanted to date.

Personally I think it’s just frustration; Hunk is stringing Lance along, Pidge knows he’s lying, Lance is buying into it too much, it would be frustrating and upsetting for her and she doesn’t gather that Hunk knows Lance’s limits and won’t tease him too much, or know how to derail it herself, so. robot hand.

I think Pidge with a crush, assuming she’s the type to crush at all, would be really obvious because we’ve seen Pidge in other areas respond to when she’s really strongly attached to something- she lights up in her entirety. If Pidge is interested in that sort of thing at all (always a possibility she isn’t!) she’d be about as subtle as Lance is about his crush on Allura.

And I do, personally, think that Lance actually does completely have a genuine canon crush on Allura. I don’t think Allura reciprocates, but the vlog and a lot of the main show makes it pretty clear that it’s more than just “you’re a pretty lady” driving Lance’s interest in her.

Lance cares about Pidge a lot, and Pidge also cares about Lance, but I don’t think they feel about each other that way. I think if Pidge was going to have a love interest (given her age, a pretty innocent puppy crush kind of affair I’d expect) we would see her be completely fascinated by this person, wanting to spend time with them, just wanting to look at them, running at the mouth more than a little when talking about them. Not processing it necessarily as romantic she just thinks they’re so cool but do you think they’d hold her hand if she asked maybe-

I don’t think we’ve seen Pidge with a crush yet, and I think Lance at this point kinda has his heart set on someone else in a way that doesn’t really bother Pidge too much from what we’ve seen- she only acted up once, and I don’t really want to read that as romance because again, jealousy is not a good emotion to have in a fledgling crush that she’s otherwise never acknowledged.

Being possessive of people who have no reason to understand why you’re angry at them because you’ve never been honest about your feelings with them is cruel and manipulative and I think as a romantic trope it’s virtually always used to create animosity between female characters (since they’re not allowed to be friends) or frame the love interest as a possession to be fought over by two people who have the approximate manners of starving dogs over a scrap of meat- both of which is a huge disservice to everybody involved.

Especially when Allura, as soon as she realized Pidge preferred female pronouns/viewed herself as a girl but was hiding it, her immediate response was to try and make Pidge comfortable enough to come out around her because she really wanted them to be friends. I don’t want to have Pidge be jealous of Lance’s crush on Allura, because that’s animosity neither of them need. We can just have female friendships. That’s important.

Bex Taylor-Klaus also made comments about representing the LGBT community with Pidge, and while this may be an allusion to Pidge being trans-

As implied by things like the bathroom scene in s2e7, the merchant in s4e2 calling Pidge “him”, and some of the implications with Pidge being able to pass as a boy to enter the Garrison which would probably require a medical exam (though that’s not necessarily the only explanation for that- in a sort of wiser future like Voltron’s, it could be the Garrison is more concerned by someone saying they’re a boy rather than assumptions of what their body “should” look like)

-it also could be Pidge is going to develop a crush on another girl. Lance in the comics did half-jokingly accuse Pidge of “stealing” the attention of a princess he was flirting with, in s1e1 upon finding a picture of a girl in a dress standing with “Pidge” he assumed that Pidge had a girlfriend, and in s1e4′s flashback Lance asks Pidge about meeting girls. While Lance can be excused in that he was explicitly first meeting Pidge and had heard nothing about her, with Hunk, it’d seem unlike him to accuse someone of having a secret girlfriend if he didn’t have at least some inkling they were attracted to women.

Which. I mean. I sorta hesitate to poke around there until canon goes there first just because with Pidge being fifteen it just feels awkward to consider shipping options with her.

But yeah, tl;dr I don’t think that Pidge has feelings for Lance because she’s pretty unsubtle when she’s fascinated by something and the one scene that might lend itself to that read, if it is read romantically, implies rather active and pointed jealousy which is not something I want to ascribe to Pidge.

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cityofsexyshadowhunters · 7 years ago

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hiya! ♡ i love your analysis and wanted your input of some of the teams relationships with each other! it just feels like they understand and practice the mechanics of team bonding but don't really /trust/ each other

Thanks dearly!

Okay, let’s divide the team into categories.

Trust as a learning curve: Pidge edition.

We have Hunk, Lance and Pidge, obviously, who have been friends, I’m assuming, for at least a year or so. Though we haven’t been given much info about their past apart from that one flashback of Pidge’s when she first met Lance and Hunk. In fact, it’s only Pidge’s relationship between Hunk and Lance that’s really explored between those three. Hunk and Lance’s relationship doesn’t get the same depth. But that’s because there was an element of distrust from the start for Pidge: her gender, her family and Kerberos, she was surrounded by lies. It’s clear that their friendship has grown since then with the emergence of Voltron, as you can see there is a clear line she had previously drawn between them and her which has disappeared now. Likely similar to the line Keith draws between him and everyone else. So, you can sense a type of self-preservation from her since the very start, though you see the way she gradually embraced everyone since that stressful time in her life, especially when she becomes aware of the fact she ‘hasn’t always been there for people’ when she is tasked with taking back the castle from Sendak. She becomes aware of the fact that she perhaps never treated Hunk and Lance fairly, but they both kept trying anyway. In realising she’s allowed to embrace the team fully, she becomes comfortable enough to reveal her true gender. Her entire first arc was learning to trust her team, as you could see she was reluctant open her mind to them at the beginning with the mind melding exercise. So, in terms of Pidge, I believe she trusts the team very much now, and there is a clear cohesion between her, Hunk and Lance. Lance borrows her stuff a lot, and they enjoy a video or two game together, and Hunk is her nerd partner, but she’s also a voice of analytical reasoning for both Shiro and Keith as leaders. She’s also trusted Shiro from the start because of his connection to her family. And because he’s, well, Shiro.

2. Trust as sacrifice: Lance edition.

Lance doesn’t seem like a very trustworthy person when you first meet him. At the very start we see him making stupid calls in the simulator, disregarding Pidge’s advice and Hunk’s anxiety so he could show off. Immediately, this backfires on him, and already the show was alluding to his bravado being something he’ll have to get a grip on. It shows he has a lot to learn before he’s ready to lead anyone anywhere. At the start, he’s almost as impulsive as Keith, taking off into Blue without a second thought and even going after Shiro against Garrison rules. He doesn’t have a personal reason like Pidge, he just wants to look cool and rescue his hero. He wants to look good in front of all these people, especially Keith and Shiro. Keith: because Lance wants to surpass him. Shiro: because he wants to impress him. He’s not entirely trustworthy at the start. It’s not until he throws himself in front of Coran after his homesickness hit that we really get a sense of him as anything but the showoff he portrays himself as. It alludes to the idea that he can earn trust through sacrificing this obnoxious part of himself. Trust, over time, for Lance, becomes about him trusting the others enough to put himself on the back-burner and encouraging them to take the wheel. Trust, for Lance, is gradually transforming into allowing the others to shine while he offers advice and encouragement from behind. That was a long rant, so let’s get to some interrelation examples. Lance and Allura, recently, is a good one: He’s endlessly supportive of her, as he realises that earning her trust and appreciation is about lifting her up, not talking himself up. She has the power, but he has the words that inspire that power. She trusts more so than the others now I think, but only after he sacrificed his role as the Blue Paladin and thus his self-promotional ways. And he trusts her to carry out her duties in Blue, better than he believed he ever could. Pidge, Hunk and Lance, hasn’t really been an evolving thing since season 1. It’s been pretty steady, but you can still see him encouraging them onwards, trusting their skills and intelligence and making sure they know it, too. Keith and Lance is a good example of stepping back to allow the other to rise up. Sacrificing his wish to pilot Black and accepting Keith instead was a BIG shift in trust for Lance. He became aware that surpassing Keith is a foolish endeavour, and how he can contribute much more by simply supporting him instead. He steps back, and offers advice and encouragement for Keith as his right hand, which allows him to pilot Red instead. The only fracture of trust I see here is Shiro and Lance. I find seeing Lance as Shiro’s right hand a little awkward. I also find Shiro disregards a lot of things Lance has to offer, mostly because he so self-assured himself, unlike Keith, who really needs Lance’s advice. We see him ignore Lance’s idea to escape in episode 6 of season 4, which ends up trapping them. Undeniably, Shiro supports Lance, we’ve seen that. But Lance isn’t Keith. Shiro is used to Keith as his right hand, not Lance. That went longgggg.

3. Trust as something to be earned: Keith edition.

Trust isn’t something we see as coming naturally to Keith. The fact that Shiro seems to be his only past connection is proof of that. To earn Keith’s trust, you really have to work, and so does he. Clearly Shiro means a shit load to Keith. He places a lot of value on Shiro being the only person there for him during unknown-to-us tough times. Keith seemingly has never given his trust to anyone else, despite being in a school where there a hundreds to people to make friends with. He could have walked up to Lance or someone one day and simply said, “Hey want some tips on piloting? I can help,’ and ding ding! That’s a connection that could have stemmed into something trusting and friendly. But he doesn’t do that. He’s a ‘loner.’ My guess is he wants to trust, but due to abandonment issues, he cuts himself off, similar to Pidge. He’s terribly frightened of rejection. He doesn’t want to misplace his trust, and neither does he want people to misplace it in him. Trust is a long tenacious process for Keith. And if the issue of Kuron arises, plus the issue of Lotor’s arrival. It will really be tested. Season 3 was hopeful for his gradual expanding of trust, for the fact that he was learning to trust his team, and in turn, they were learning to trust him. And that’s only because Shiro was gone. He was pushed into the deep end and forced to really rely on the people around him like never before. He couldn’t just run away from them like he did with the Garrison because Shiro had given him a role to play. It opened up his character a lot. You can see him often using Pidge as his analytical reasoning, and Lance as his emotional one. But when Shiro returns, and they instantly slide back into the usual ‘do what Shiro says’ trap, I think some of that trust fractured. They weren’t even considering Keith’s orders anymore. Though Lance does ask Keith at one pint what they should do, not Shiro–something interesting. Keith and Hunk have a clear developing trust in each other’s skill sets, as you see Keith relying heavily on Hunk’s ‘brain’ and Hunk relying on Keith’s ability to stay calm–this more so in the Weblum episode from season 2, though. Then there is Keith and Allura, something that had been building and then fractured in season 2 with his heritage reveal, but was steadily growing again in season 3, until he decided to abandon his role in season 4. She, being determined and tested by her own leadership role, never giving up, was offended probably by his unwillingness to just bare with the hard times for a while. But you see again, she overcomes it when he explains why he was pulling away from the team. Allura herself has become a lot more empathetic towards her team now that she is a part of it.

4. Trust as respect: Shiro edition.

Everyone respects Shiro, period. Including us. He’s the head of Voltron, a legend on Earth and a very strong looking fella. I’d respect him if I ever met him. I’d trust him, too, because he has many moments of softness and humour which makes him likeable as well. And he’s very easy to sympathies with because of his PTSD. Everyone on team Voltron respects and trusts Shiro, too. They have since the very start. It’s been the least complicated progression of trust out of EVERYONE. Because with someone like Shiro, it’s an automatic tendency that comes along with his very role. Everyone loves and trusts Shiro. Here, I’d like to compare that to Keith, who struggled to gain the team’s trust as leader. They fell in trust with Shiro instantly, but not so much Keith, he had to fight for it. WE fell in trust with Shiro instantly. But with the entire Kuron theory, I think the point is for us and the team to fall out of trust with him. Even in season 4, the team was pretty comfortable with him as leader again, and the idea of him as a clone was not once touched, so everyone, including us wants to trust this adorable dweeb leader with big muscles and bad stage talent. Everything was entirely too comfortable with Shiro back. Keith trusts Shiro enough to give up the Black Lion as quick as possible. But it may end up biting them all on the ass. I think Shiro’s story will revolve around everyone losing their trust in him when shit gets real about his identity, and they’ll likely have to turn back to Keith. Shiro and Keith themselves trust each other an incredible amount, but perhaps a little too much. Shiro trusted Keith wholeheartedly to lead Voltron, but it scared Keith, and he didn’t see that at all. More so, he contradicted this supposed trust when he undermined Keith in season 3, which really rattled Keith. And Keith perhaps trusts Shiro too much based on their clearly heavy past together, and likely doesn’t see the warning signs of it not actually being Shiro. This, of course, is only relevant if this is a clone Shiro.

5. Trust as a trait: Hunk edition.

Hunk has very recently been labelled as a new diplomat for Voltron that will likely really showcase in later seasons. His heavy involvement with the Balmerans, the Puigians and the entire Coalition presents him as someone not only the team can trust, but complete strangers, too. This presents an exchange of trust the team places in him to relate to other civilisations. He’s universally recognisable as a trustworthy person. So, the team trusts him with rallying tasks like this. However, we saw it tested when he was suspicious of Rolo and Nyma, and the team disregarded his gut feelings in favour of the potential info of a rebel group. It’s clear he is bitter and perhaps slightly hurt when the team realises he was right, and that Lance had been taken advantage of and his lion captured. ‘Rant rant rant, I TOLD you so.’ Hunk is clearly annoyed about this. Everyone looks pretty glum at being told off by Hunk, but they accept it because they overlooked his warning, so it’s on them. I would love to see where Lance and Hunk’s relationship stemmed from tbh. Are they life long friends or did they meet in the Garrison? It’s obvious they are close, by the way they constantly lounge around on each other, but it doesn’t have the same emotional weight attached to it as Shiro and Keith’s relationship. There is a real sense of being comfortable around each other that Shiro and Keith struggle with as they go through this leadership issue. I noticed a lot in season 4 how much Shiro himself actually relied on Hunk’s shoulder canon for Voltron. So there is an element of brute strength earning him a respectable amount of trust from the others as well as his inviting personality.

Phewww, I’m gonna stop there because I could go on for a while. But there you have it. Some lovely analysis on some lovely characters.

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itispossibleihaveissues · 7 years ago

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Another Perfect Catastrophe -5

AUTHOR: Mikimoo PAIRING: JayDick RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Non Consensual drug use, Non Consensual touching, Non Consensual kissing, humour, slight mayhem

SUMMARY: Dick goes undercover as himself in order to catch a gang of international thieves. Jason reluctantly tags along as his long suffering bodyguard. During the ensuing mayhem they get to know each other again and build a few bridges.

Thank you to burkesl17 for the beta!

Notes: An embarrassingly long time ago, the amazing and very, very talented Pentapus invited me to do a reverse bang style exchange, and drew me an amazing prompt. I have no idea how this story was the one that emerged from the many options I had, but such is the creative process I guess! Anyhoo, many thanks to Pentapus for both encouragement and patience, and of course the incredible art! (which will be included at the end of the appropriate chapter)

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 4

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He found them in the small sitting room. Dick was sprawled in a chair, glassy eyed and sweating while Sofia unbuttoned his shirt. He didn’t look like he minded, but he also looked completely wasted on whatever they had given him.

Jason paused to assess, moving too soon might not be the best option, but waiting while they molested Dick was not an easy choice to make, and went against every instinct he had. He grit his teeth as Sofia tugged on Dick's hair, manoeuvring him for a kiss. The new position of his face meant Jason was now in his line of sight and he suddenly attempted to sit up, dislodging the girl with ease. “Jay! I’m on drugs!” he said, happily.

Thanks Dick. Who needs the element of surprise anyway? Unfortunately, Celia seemed to agree and she stepped forward and pressed the muzzle of a small but powerful handgun to Dick’s sweaty temple. His eyes crossed as he tried to look at it. The expression was daft and annoyingly adorable. Jason had clearly lost all control over his hormones on this trip.

“Don’t even think about it, Jase,” Celia said. “Hands on your head and step forward.”

Jason sighed and did as he was told. He could still gain the upper hand in a couple of moves, but he needed to play it carefully as Dick was clearly out of his mind and might accidentally stumble into a bullet if they started shooting. Better to play it safe.

“Listen, Ms Denbury. I don’t give a shit what you do, you want to rob him? Blackmail the old man? Go for it, I’m not going to stop you. We'll do what you say.”

“Your cooperation would benefit us both,” she said, pleased. “Put these cuffs on.” She chucked him a pair of simple handcuffs. They really were ridiculously sloppy. He cuffed his own wrists in front of himself and rested his hands casually in his lap. He could wait for the right moment.

“Hello, Jason!” Dick said, as Sofia slipped his shirt over his shoulders, revealing the myriad of scars across his torso.

“Whoa,” Jack said.

Sofia ran her fingers across a healed gash that bisected Dicks left nipple. Her brows creased in confusion.

“This shit isn’t normal, what the fuck?” Jack said, wide eyed.

Time for damage control, the last thing Jason needed was for them to get twitchy and trigger happy. “Don’t you people read the tabloids?” he said, scornfully. “He got kidnapped and tortured as a kid. Why do you think he drinks so damn much?”

“That’s why Wayne is so ruthless about kidnap attempts,” Celia added, knowingly, clearly pleased her previous research was being backed up.

“Yeah, although he might pay up for his golden boy – but then again he might also chase you to the ends of the earth.”

Jack looked uncertain, like he actually had a brain cell and realised that attacking the family of a billionaire with connections to both the police and access to mercenary types, might be a bit of a bad idea.

Then the door opened, Henry and Garner entered with a gust of sea air. The mood in the room shifted subtly, and Jason found himself tensing. This was the real predator in the group and his gaze was flicking between Dick and Jason like a cat torn between two weak and tasty looking mice.

“Wayne has other boys,” Garner said, by way of greeting. “He seems to like them younger.” He reached out and ran his fingers though Dick's damp hair, and the drugged up moron leaned into the touch. Garner looked over his scars with interest but not a great deal of surprise, his expression was almost reverent, like they just made Dick more attractive somehow.

“Yeah, but he is fond of Richard,” Jason said, managing to keep his voice even as he watched Garner trail his fingers over Dick’s skin.

“It doesn’t bother you?” Celia asked curiously.

Jason shrugged. “Not my business. He pays me to keep an eye on Richie here, and to try to keep him out of trouble and that’s it. What the old man does and with who is irrelevant.”

“Not doing such a good job, are you?” Garner said. He was watching Jason as he pressed his lips to Dick's jaw, hoping for a reaction. Dick turned into it, allowing the fucker to kiss him fully. It looked deep and wet and turned Jason's stomach. He clenched his fists and willed himself to remain calm. Celia still had her gun aimed at Dick’s head and Henry was watching Jason carefully, the only one who seemed to view him as a threat.

“Although,” Garner continued, as he pulled away. “I can see how you might let yourself get distracted. I met Richard and Wayne once, at a function in New York. He was about fourteen or fifteen, small for his age, ridiculously pretty. None of the usual awkwardness at that age. When I shook his hand I noticed faint bruises on his wrist, and at the juncture of his throat. I wanted him, I knew he would be perfect. Wayne wouldn’t let him out of his sight though.” He skimmed the scar over Dick’s nipple. “And I can see he wasn't gentle. The kid took a lot of damage it seems.”

Jason snorted, his anger levels were not far away from boiling over. “And now, years later you have your shot at him. How lovely. Of course you have to use drugs, rather than just force.” Jason couldn't keep the disgust from his voice, for some reason it seemed to get up Garners nose and he pulled away from Dick to get in Jason's face instead.

“You have a smart tongue for someone completely in my power,” he said. It might have been menacing to someone who wasn’t Jason.

“And you're a grandstanding creep,” Jason snapped, he’d been dealing with more frightening people when he was still in diapers.

Garner slapped him hard across the face. Jason rolled with the blow, it was barely a love tap, but it did help him get his mouth under control. He had to play by their rules for now.

Dick didn’t get that memo though, and he suddenly shot to his feet and pointed a finger, slurring loudly, “Stop! Don’t hit him, you fuck-face!” Then he fell over his own feet, face first onto the plush carpet.

“Is he okay?” Jason asked when Dick didn’t immediately get back up. He was oddly touched that his being smacked around by a Z list criminal inspired Dick’s protective instincts despite the amount of drugs in his system. Or because of them.

Garner nudged Dick onto his back using the toe of his expensive loafer.

Dick blinked blearily up at him. “Did someone hit me?” he asked. “My face hurts.”

“You fell on it,” Jason told him mildly. “Defending my honour.”

Dick smiled up at him from his position on the floor. “When did you get so big, Jaybird? And so hot? You were so scrawny, all gangly with giant hands and feet like a Great Dane puppy.”

“Just how long have you two known each other?” Celia asked, suspiciously.

“A long time,” Jason told her, with only the slightest hint of scorn.

“Oh? How do a rich bitch like Grayson and a nobody like you meet?”

“He wasn’t always a rich bitch. He was just another little orphan like me. Except prettier, so he got life with a billionaire and I got to stay in the group home,” Jason lied effortlessly.

“That's really sad,” Dick said, mournful. “I'm sorry, Jay.”

Jason resisted the urge to roll his eyes and kept his expression hard.

“Enough of this nonsense,” Garner said. “Let’s get the bank details off him and then get on with things.”

Things. That was one way to put it. Jason leaned forward slightly. “That sounds ominous. If all you want is access to his bank accounts, I can provide what you need. All I care about is keeping my hide in one piece and getting Richard back to Daddy so I get paid.”

“You’ll just give us the information?”

“Yeah, why not? Safeguarding the Wayne millions isn't my job. And this counts as under duress in any case. “

“We will check, and we will seriously hurt you both if you mess us about.”

Scary stuff. He was shivering in his boots. He managed to hold back the aggrieved sigh he desperately wanted to heave and gave them the information of the very convincing but very fake account they had set up in preparation for something like this happening. And Celia, Sofia and Jack took their leave, presumably to go though the info and transfer the cash.

That left them with Henry and Garner.

Henry had a slightly disgusted look on his face, he clearly found Garner’s sadistic games distasteful. “If you’re going to play with Richie Rich here, then I'll take Jason elsewhere,” he said.

Jason suspected 'elsewhere' meant: out back for a bullet to the brain. But either way he wasn't going to leave Dick alone with Garner in this state, not even for the five minutes it would take to dispose of Henry.

“No, I want him to watch,” Garner said. His particular perversions coming to the rescue, not often you could say sexual sadism saved the day.

Henry sneered. “As you please, I’m not going to though, so you best let me secure him a bit better.”

Garner nodded absently, he had Dick off the floor and back in the chair. Although Dick was no longer being compliant and was scowling like a pouty puppy. Probably still angry about Jason being slapped earlier, which was very endearing, despite the circumstances.

Henry approached and Jason kept himself still, ignoring what was happening across the room with some difficulty. “Why do you put up with this nasty ass shit?” he asked quietly, trying to get more of a measure of the man.

“Same reason you do. Money.” He held a gun to Jason's head and forced him to his feet, before leading him to the heavy side table. He undid Jason's cuffs and redid them behind him before using a second pair and attaching him to the solid oak table.

“I'll be just outside, Garner. Shout if you need assistance.”

It took Jason thirty seconds to get the cuffs off, about as long as it took Garner to fail get control of Dick, who was trying to shove him away with all the strength of a kitten – but he was a kitten with some serious training and Garner was bleeding from the mouth where he had been bitten or scratched. He smacked Dick open handed with a blow that wouldn't even have registered for Nightwing but sent drugged up Richie sprawling across the floor. It was at about that point that Jason decided Garner was going to have to die.

Dick seemed stunned by his fall to the carpet and was curled up, facing away when Jason struck, he snapped Garner’s neck with a powerful punch and twist - not an easy move, but a brutally effective one he’d learnt from teachers he’d later put down like the scum they were.

He carefully lowered Garner’s dead weight to the floor. The guy deserved to die, and Jason felt nothing about the action itself, only a fission of regret for the arguments and stupidity that were sure to follow. But he would deal with the Bat fallout later, he didn’t have time to fight with Dick right now.

Thankfully Dick hadn’t actually noticed and was still on the floor, he appeared to be rubbing his bruised cheek on the carpet, perhaps enjoying the sensation the drugs caused him to have at the action. “Come on, Dickie,” Jason said, pulling him to his feet. “We gotta run, okay?”

“Jay, I missed you when you were dead.”

Jason blinked at him. “That’s nice? Can we go?” he said at last and Dick allowed himself to be supported as he wobbled into motion. He swayed and caught hold of Jason's jacket, burying his face in the leather with a sigh.

Jason heaved a sigh of his own. They were a long way from being out of the woods yet, and he was going to have to get them there because being taken down by this bunch of incompetent morons was just too embarrassing to contemplate. Thankfully with the blueprints in mind he knew the location to the wine cellar – there was no knowing how long they would have until their absence was noticed, so the quicker they got there the better.

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bsdtales · 7 years ago

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Hi, it's Mod Sara. If I have to be honest, I sort of expected people to be curious of our process. As the main mod, I believe I am the most suited to answer these questions.

First of all, we've already gotten asks about the pairing process before: (1) (2)

And as a refresher, the selection and matching process as stated in the guidelines:

Selection: The 3 mods will choose 10 submissions each from both Writers and Artists applications. If a candidate is in the shortlist of at least 2 mods, they get a spot. There will be 20-30 participants chosen. 2-3 people might be invited as guest writers or artists. Applying as part of an established pair will give higher chances of being accepted, but it is not a guarantee.

Matching: Writers and Artists will be matched based on their submissions. We’ll be handing both each other’s contact info for easier communication. If you are not comfortable with that, contact a mod and we’ll figure out a solution together.

How it really went down:

We listed 10 submissions for Writers and Artists each but decided to throw in 2 more pairs for wild cards. Each mod had a separate shortlist so we had no idea who the other mods picked until we closed submissions. We judged based on our own criteria, since I don't want to boss around the other mods when they can form their own opinions. This also helps us keep “checks” on each other. The only thing I was strict about were the pairings: if they liked ½ of a pair but think the other needed to produce stronger content to be included in the lineup, then put them in a waitlist and continue going through all the other entries first as there might be individuals who can be paired up with each other to make a good match.

Those who were in at least 2 shortlists were automatically in. The rest, we asked guest judge @esselley to decide. (She knows a bit of BSD, but is otherwise divorced from the fandom. Other than that, she's more active in the Haikyuu! fandom, contributing to zines and occasionally lending them a hand. )

Does popularity help? I'd be a liar if I said it didn’t. Let's face it. Before we became mods, we were consumers of fandom content. There's bound to be 1 or 2 names we know. We might have liked so and so's work. But is it a deciding factor? No. It just means we remember them more clearly. At the end of the day, we still had to go through all entries and pick the strongest candidates.

People might be surprised, but we did turn down a few well-known writers and artists. Why didn’t they make it? A combination of a lot of things. Here is a wonderful writer, but do we want them even if we already have a lot of other writers in our shortlist who are doing the pairing they want? Even if their pitch offers nothing new to the table? How about this artist. Their sample piece has 500 reblogs, but their partner's fic entries contained a bit of spelling errors and awkward sentence construction. And how about this late entry? This writer has a lot of works for BSD, but their partner only does bust shots with a gradient background. Etcetera etcetera.

In hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have decided that it was okay to apply as a pair; it’s a double-edged sword that I initially didn’t see the problem with. I admit, it may have skewed the chances in favor of paired writers and artists. People have already applied though and to suddenly reverse our decision would be more unfair. But that doesn’t mean I don’t stand for the decisions we made. All the contributors we selected are brilliant, deserving, and have so much to show. Just judging from their entries, I’m sure we would have picked them again anyway.

Finally, we revealed our shortlists to everyone who got in, with the names of those who didn't make the cut blurred out. We want to be transparent, but at the same time there are also things that as mods we don't need to explain to the public.

I hope my answer satisfies, Anon. Have a great one!

#asks #anon

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magic-multicolored-miracle · 5 years ago

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A Review and Contextless Commentary of Episode Two of CW’s Nancy Drew

[I watched this episode last Thursday, but forgot to post because my life is busy with midterms and the last weekend of the LARP I cast at, so I’m just getting this up now. Might watch the next episode and try to post the review/commentary before bedtime.]

I liked this episode less than the first one. There were a lot more facepalm moments. The characters are developing well but the mystery is not. It feels very stagnant from where the story ended in the first episode, nothing really changed in the course of this one.

I haven’t given up hope yet, they do have to make this mystery last at least a season, so I get why it’s moving slowly.

And now, for judgy, slightly obnoxious thoughts (be warned, they’re long):

Oh good. They didn’t totally ruin Carson by making him a cheating bastard.

I still refuse to believe that Carson, any version of him, is capable of or responsible for murder. If any version is, I’d buy the golf ball over this guy

Why are we doing this CW? Why are we having a teenage girl and a grown-ass-man hooking up? I don’t care that she’s 18, the implication is that she wasn’t when this bullshit started. I’m not even angry about it, I’m just tired. And maybe a little concerned how often this kind of storyline crops up in teen shows and is not portrayed as BAD and CREEPY and PREDATORY

Yes George, little reminder, his wife was just murdered and he’s a suspect. Smart move on maybe not sleeping with him. On top of the whole predatory thing.

That is a pretty bullshit injunction. But also, I think technically plausible? Either way Highly Suspicious on Mr. Ryan Hudson’s part

We’re still calling him Nick huh?

Of course the small town wouldn’t cancel their quirky and probably slightly creepy event for something like a simple murder

Is he McGinnis? Cus I’m like 80% sure that’s not what we called him last week…but whatever man, McGinnis it is

Yes let’s just openly discuss stealing blood from a corpse. Good plan Nancy.

Break in with better coverage bitch! Not in your distinctly colored work uniform and all your hair and other DNA sources exposed!

So far Nancy is the only one conclusively seeing the ghost, including even the audience not seeing it clearly, and I’m hoping that means something…

I call bullshit on Ace’s haunted morgue story. If someone died or went missing in a government building, especially a FREAKING MORGUE that would not go unsolved/attributed to a ghost

Exact wording concerned-flirting is still 110% what I’m here for with the Nedcy relationship

That’s your story? That your wife was on (impliedly) psychiatric medication and you don’t want that somehow going from an autopsy report, usually a sealed medical record at least until the death is solved, to ending up in the paper because of some nebulous effect it might have on your family? Could you be any vaguer and more full of shit?

Noo, George don’t fall for that and refuse to steal his phone because you feel guilty or something…even if you believe him, which you shouldn’t, you still need that to clear your name

Sure you’d never try to cover up info on your wife’s murder. But you’ll hook up with an 18-year-old the day after she’s murdered…

Nancy, spying on your friends and co-conspirators is rude. Justified, but still bad form

Oh, Carson knows Ryan. Good. And there’s clearly a history there. Awesome.

Finally! Carson with a spine! Much more the Carson I know and respect.

Ooh, so the history has something to do with Kate. Intriguing

Tactless Drew strikes again. Super not helping…

Oof. Probably deserved, but harsh anyway George.

Maybe don’t loudly discuss your criminal plans in the middle of a restaurant? I mean even discounting the girl you have just given every reason to turn your ass in, there are other people in there. With ears and the capability to tell McGinnis.

Bucket ritual? Really? That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, and I grew up in a town with the Annual Rubber Duck Races and the Tomato Festival

Can part of the bucket ritual be punching a sleezeball in the face with a bucket?

Also, maybe look around when you’re talking in case people overhear?

Going to Ryan and not the police is…maybe not the smartest idea George

More Ghostly hallucinations for Nancy…good…and she’s doubting herself. Not good. Don’t listen to Team Ghost or go to them for comfort when you see things, they’re not going to be helpful and we don’t need you freaking out more.

A least she’s covered up a bit more this time. But still leaving her hair and face exposed and wearing her distinctive (apparently) hat that got her into trouble once before on B&E. Nancy. Get it together.

That’s a lot of bodies for a small-town morgue

Coroner’s driver is hot. And clearly annoyed by these morons. I love her

That body looks very different than the woman before she died. I’m going to chalk it up to lighting and being a several day old corpse, but on another level I think it’s a low-budget corpse? Like that’s nowhere near the same hair color or face shape. Did you even try?

Lisbeth is so fucking Done with these two. Also I feel bad for Ace having to bust his clearly beloved car. And that leaking was focused on too closely to not be suspicious

When did it start raining? It wasn’t at the festival…

Oh god is this going to be a jumpscare? Nope, just dramatic noises. I think I might have to start watching in the dark for all the dramatics to really work…

So Gay! I love it!

Focus Nancy! Also she didn’t leave her whole body behind huh? I’m guessing Dead Lucy is less dead than one might think

Don’t steal evidence of a cold case. That you’ve already asked the police about recently. Bad plan.

How did the alarms get set off?! I would have believed on the way in or the way out, but not in the middle of the process. Unless the cold case evidence boxes are on pressure sensors for some bullshit reason

Go George! Glad you’re feeling apologetic Nan, but now is super not the time

And now Nancy’s in prison. Well this was a short show, considering this McGinnis doesn’t like her enough to let her investigate from lockup the way he did in ASH

I guess the suspicious zoom in on the dripping under the car was a red herring?

Yes! Bess got the cute girl’s number!

If Bess is what they’re calling ace rep, I’ll flip a table because what she’s describing is NOT WHAT BEING ACE IS (at least not for most people’s experience of it)

Adorable. And so fucking awkward. I love Ace like a lot. Which does not bode well for him tbh, especially as a canon foreigner

I love that they each have their own very different priorities to George’s announcement. Like, does it really matter what dead people parts she has Ace?

Listen to your cop friend Nancy. And maybe don’t immediately snoop so blatantly in a police computer…

Obviously she breaking into shit. That’s what she does. This isn’t new Carson

That’s…not how manslaughter trials work. Like ever. Unless, maybe, if she was a CI for the police and revealing her identity jeopardized other cases.

Is now the best time to talk about this? There’s usually shit like cameras in police holding areas…also do you really think your dad’s just going to be “haha yeah, I killed Lucy Sable and stashed her dress in the attic, you caught me!”

Really? I left you locked in a prison cell to get you to talk to me? That’s bad parenting

Ominous statement is ominous

I mean she JUST died, and her murder is still being investigated where both of you are suspects. So like maybe don’t jump to that assumption. Also, fuck him (but don’t fuck him) because he is a garbage person

I’m kind of in love with the fact that he fixed up the Blue Roadster and gave her a secret compartment for her locket. It’s sickeningly adorable

Watchya doing Carson?

I maintain that this is the dumbest ritual/town tradition ever

You’re stopping in the middle of sex for the bucket thing? Really? Is it that important?

Oof. Burning evidence now that you know your nosey ass daughter knows about it is bad form Carson. Way to look Suspicious

George…don’t read into it…it’s more likely a prank than an omen. Especially if you’ve been bullied/harassed before… Alternately, it’s hurting my theory that the ghostly apparitions are all in Nancy’s head

Of course it was Nick’s phone. I knew it was going to be one of theirs.

Okay, but seriously, Ace desperately needs a last name as one of the best things about the show and currently unsearchable as a unique tab on Tumblr

And now for the trailer!: Oh goodie, we’re doubling down on the ghosts and weird shit so I don’t get to keep pretending there’s a logical explanation or that it’s all in Nancy’s head…yay…

#Nancy Drew #CW Nancy Drew #Nancy Drew 2019 #Nancy Drew tv show #review and commentary #episode 2 was...meh #but I remain on team 'it's not bad and I'm cautiously optimistic'#please don't completely ruin this CW...I'm sorta trusting you here #cataloging my thoughts as I watch TV #semi-liveblogging

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