#i just don’t really pair him and oliver i feel like the dynamic can’t work for some reason. like they could fuck and that’s it

[habibisagi]

boiling hot take probably but the only ship isagi is bottoming in is bachisagi and that’s because bachira would also bottom for him / they switch it up. but if he’s with rin or kaiser? those two won’t get a chance to top him, not even once 😭

[fishcemetery]

cw: mention of [imaginary] dеath

That’s the way life goes: one day you, too, will have to bury your parents (although it’s still much better than the timeline where they have to bury you first)

Alternative title: Dear lord, sometimes this line of work suсks аss.

Inspired by *gestures broadly and vaguely* stuff.

But if you’d like more precision, I was thinking about how it’s a really neat idea to let Nervous take over dеath’s responsibilities – I mean, the offspring of Olive gоddamn Specter and Grim Reaper can’t just diе a street punk – but he’ll most certainly outlive Pascal and many other people, and it’ll be very sad and trаgic. Just the way I like it.

Now please read under the cut, sweetheart, I beg of you.

I’ve done preliminary checks, and it seems like Pascal/Nervous shippers don’t have any uniform tags anyway, but I’d still like to make a humble request of anyone who’s into that sort of thing. Please bear in mind that this piece is absolutely not about the pairing, and approach it accordingly. At least be a darling and don’t put shipping tags if you’re going to reblog. Thanks.

It’s a bit surprising to me that Pascal/Nervous is even considered a romantic pairing on Simblr, and a popular one at that. I’ve come back to the community quite recently, and a smaller community that I used to be a part of before treated their dynamic in a very different manner. 

Since Nervous is the adopted child of the Beakers, people perceived him exactly like that – Strangetown’s oldest kid. It was even speculated that he’d been seen as a teenager during the development, but images of minоrs on electric chairs aren’t really a daijoubu thing for game ratings. On the other hand, Pascal’s the same age as Loki even with Strangetown’s botched timeline and preparing to be a dad, therefore he’s Strangetown’s adult, and we don’t ship adults with kids for obvious reasons.

Ages aside, since they can be quite wonky when it comes to this neighborhood, is Nervous even ready for an intimаte relationship? He’s fresh out of school, his best example of a relationship is the Beakers, his aspiration is in shambles, and his traits are... something. He’s a hyperactive stinky еvil dеath goblin. This guy needs sledgehammer-heavy therapy rather than boyfriends. I’d at the very least not trust him with Tycho or any other kid. 

And with all these differences in age, life experience and social standing, Pascal just seems more fitting as a parent or brother type figure. I mean, if an acquaintance of your no-good parents treats you as a friend, it’s probably because they’re looking out for you, not because they have feelings for you.

Obviously, I’m not telling anyone to stop shipping these two. God forbid. Your preferences are yours only, and I’m simply making it clear why I prefer to portray these characters in a different way. We’re good? Good. 

Peace!

[notthatiwilleverwriteit]

Thoughts on the new extra? I know some people might think he tian was forcing himself on mo. but he was just teasing him and getting payback and it's part of character to push boundaries. tianshan don't have the "fluff" dynamic like zhanyi. if mo really hated that he would have reacted the same way like the first kiss. Maybe he tian wanted to actually kiss mo with the way he was touching his lips but he's afraid of the reaction. Mo might have some more dreams about he tian after that😅😂

 Hello, dear anon! 

Before getting any further, I’m using the translation by @1154lizz​ for this answer. Thank you for your speedy hard work for the fandom! 🙏

It sure seems like the fandom is being divided by the latest special chapter. Considering that Tianshan has always done that, I’m not really surprised but I do hope the conversation stays civil.

I also want to remind anyone reading this that the following is merely my own opinion on the update. I am not trying to tell anyone how to interpret or feel about the special. Everyone is entitled to their own take on it, and I don’t think neither side of the argument is inherently right or wrong. Even though I’m a Tianshan shipper, I don’t think people who feel uncomfortable with the pairing can’t make valid points. And just because we might disagree, it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t respect each other’s points of view.

Overall (drink up!), I have touched upon the subjects of Tianshan’s physical moments and if I think they are toxic/abusive:

What if HT kissed MGS again? (on the lips)

Is Tianshan toxic?

Is Tianshan toxic, vol. 2?

Intimate Tianshan moments I wish will happen

What Tianshan sex would be like in the future?

Those are probably something worth checking out to have a better understanding of where I’m coming from regarding these topics.

Now, let’s finally get to your ask!

“Thoughts on the new extra?”

To be honest, my initial reaction to the panels before knowing what was going on was “yikes 😬”. Especially, the first panels. I was a bit disappointed and put off that it seemed like we were going somewhat backward. So, I can understand why people might have been upset about the update. I think being taken aback and uncomfortable is a fair olive branch that can be extended even if you might disagree. It didn’t look good to me at first, either.

Then I read the English translation and got a better sense of what was going on. I got a proper context for the panels, and it started to look different (ch. 333):

So, MGS had accidentally kicked HT in the balls when HT scared the living bazooka out of him. And now HT was seeking revenge by making MGS “massage them”.

If you put the panels that admittedly didn’t look good in that context, they pretty much fall in line with the previous time HT’s balls were accidentally abused by MGS (ch 298):

HT took revenge by pushing MGS down and trying to “feel” MGS down there, most probably to return the favor. To me, this is the kind of juvenile humor that is well established in the comic already, and HT asking MGS to “massage them” was in that category. That kind of humor isn’t for everyone but I think it’s the type that is very typical to 19 Days.

Admittedly, the two panels have two very different environments and vibes which is why I also felt somewhat uncomfortable about the latest one. HT trying to feel MGS up after the accidental slap has a more playful atmosphere while HT pulling MGS’s hand towards his crotch in a dim bedroom comes across very differently. But in general, after reading the translation, the bedroom scene fit that whole revenge type of teasing already familiar in the comic.

Another thing that shifted in nature to me was the “forcing himself on MGS”. As I said, at first it did look like yikes to me. Then I read the translations and three things changed.

First of all, it became the kind of hot I personally enjoy in Tianshan dynamics (ch. 333):

As I said in one of my earlier answers about what I think Tianshan sex will be like in the future, I see them having some “spice” that stems from their push and pull dynamics. HT being physically in charge and having his usual pushy demeanor. And MGS would consent but also be his usual defiant self and kind of “if you want it, then you gotta take it” that I think fits his character.

I do admit that HT pulling MGS’s hand forcefully like that and MGS not being on the same page wasn’t exactly the kind of spice I meant but in general, I liked HT’s dominance and the hint of danger. That “I dare” by HT sent little shivers down my back and was just how I wanted it. Now, all we need to add to that is MGS getting more comfortable.

Secondly, another thing besides spice in my earlier post was “sugar” and “teasing” (or “seasoning” as @19elaine​ better put it). I think both of them were present in the special chapter, too (ch. 333):

HT was teasing and messing with MGS. He was looking for revenge in the way he knew would be the most “efficient” in the sense that it makes MGS regret kicking him for sure. But HT’s form of revenge also had sexual innuendos which I think is a big part of Tianshan’s interactions. Teasing and bullying not only pushes the boundaries in a titillating way but also upholds the sexual tension undertones between them.

The last panels also gave me vibes of “sugar”. I think when HT said he “can’t help it” (bullying MGS), he was teasing MGS but also being honest and vulnerable under the surface. I think he wanted to kiss MGS and show him that kind of affection but settled for something that wouldn’t cross big lines that MGS wasn’t ready to cross yet. But HT does want that kind of physical intimacy and affection, and on some level, it’s difficult for him to try and be patient. He doesn’t want them to have to them (aka to take them for his own pleasure) but rather because that’s what he craves for in a relationship.

Thirdly, I think this chapter showed that HT knows when to back off (ch. 333):

As I have said many times before, the seeming power imbalance in Tianshan is usually what comes across at first glance. But when you take a deeper look, I think MGS holds quite a lot of power and control in their relationship. HT pushes and bullies him for sure, but he would never want to knowingly hurt MGS or traumatize him.

For example, in that situation, I would have found it out of character if HT had French kissed MGS instead of the little “chus”. MGS wouldn’t have been ready for something like that, and it would have crossed lines in a bad way similar to when HT kissed him for the first time. That’s not how HT wants it with MGS because it would go against everything he’s trying to achieve in life. He’s not going to break the trust he has gained and hurt MGS the same way people like him have always done.

I also agree that if MGS had been against HT getting physical in the same way as when HT kissed him for the first time, he would have reacted in a similar way. He would have had a much stronger reaction. I do think MGS was still uncomfortable in that situation but...I think the vibe was vastly different. He wasn’t resisting with all his might. To me, it looked like MGS was bothered but also trusted HT. He was trusting that HT wouldn’t hurt him and knew where the line “truly” went for him.

Don’t get me wrong, I fully understand if “know when to back off” sounds problematic to some. That grey area isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. And I’m not telling anyone to feel differently about it if it goes against their heart. It’s just that I see that delicate balance being an essential part of the Tianshan dynamics both now and in the future.

On top of all that, I think there is also the cultural context to be taken into consideration. 19 Days is a work of the “boys love” genre and part of the conventions and tropes that come with that. I think Tianshan dynamics is a good example of the trope of a pushy, devilish “seme” who wants to bully and fluster his tsundere “uke”. Now, before anyone comes at me, that’s just how I see it based on the hundreds of works of BL (Japanese, Korean, and Chinese titles) that I have read. I think 19 Days is one of the very few BLs that has a lot of Western fans as well who aren’t perhaps that familiar with BL or comfortable with it. And sometimes those two different literal cultures clash. And there’s nothing wrong with that, but I would say this chapter was one of those times. (I realize I’m making big generalizations here. This is just my gut feeling.)

To summarize, I was taken aback by the panels at first but after I got a better understanding of what was really going on, I saw it all differently and that it followed the kind of tone Tianshan and the comic have always had. However, I don’t believe in trying to dictate how people should feel about the chapter. I can see where people who were uncomfortable are coming from.

Thank you for your question, dear anon!

[oabf45]

Ok so I finally watched the new 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star episodes and here is what I think overall for the seasons so far, the characters, and part 2 of the seasons. Badically my opinions no one asked for 😁

9-1-1

- Let's rip the band aid off. I'm sorry but we're never getting Buddie. I'm a huge Buddie shipper myself, but I honestly have reached the point where I just don't see it happening. For one their friendship alone just isn't what it's been the past two seasons. Idk if its just me feeling this, but their scenes together, though sweet, just haven't been what they've been in the past. I mean this last episode is the most connection I feel from their characters than i have this whole season. I'm still not over Eddie's lack of reaction to Buck being trapped when Buck was ready to dig through the earth to find Eddie. Though I think there is still a chance Buck could be BI I just no longer have hope that Buddie is going to be a thing. I mean, they've at least hinted that Buck could ride that way, but Eddie has given zero signs of being into men at all. But honestly if they at least explore a BI Buck then I'll be happy, even if he's not with Eddie. It also doesn't help that there's a HUGE possibility that Oliver and Ryan don't get along anymore. They stopped following each other on social media and they post pictures with all the rest of the cast except each other. Its just looking extremely unlikely.

- I don't think Ana deserves as much hate as she's getting. I wasn't so fond of the Eddie/Ana pairing either, mostly because I was so into Buddie. But Ana does seem genuinely a great person and its a plus that Christopher loves her. I just wish that if they were going to persue this they would have built it up more and showed us more of her character. I mean we know close to nothing about her which is what makes it hard to like her or like her with Eddie.

- I'm glad that even if Buck doesn't end up with Eddie he still is obviously going to be someone very close to Christopher. Their relationship is so absolutely darling and even if its not Buddie, Buck is very obviously like a second dad.

- At first I was not at all happy with them bringing back Taylor. I found her character so freaking annoying in the past. But honestly her character seems to have mellowed out and I actually liked her. But I am PRAYING that if she sticks around its just as a friend and not a girlfriend. Buck and Taylor are just a huge NOPE in my book.

- I need more of Athena, Bobby, and Michael ASAP! I miss seeing them more on my screen!

- I'm super excited for baby Chimney/Maddie. And I'm so happy Chimney felt safe enough in his relationship to express his feelings about an at home birth. Their relationship is so sweet and healthy and it makes my heart so warm

- I swear on everything I love if they take that little baby away from Hen and Karen I will RIOT! I also hope to see more of Hen's mom and can't wait to see her pass her exam.

- Albert was wrong for dating Buck's bad date, but he's a good guy and overall a good friend. Buck needs more friends outside of Eddie. I hope they give him more of a storyline in part 2.

- Overall loved the first half of 9-1-1 season 4. I hope they do another crossover in part 2 so that Buck can meet Carlos.

9-1-1 Lone Star

- Yes I have hated the baby trope this first half, yes Gwyn has been annoying af and I'm ready for her to go, and YES Owen has been annoying this season too. But I still love Owen and no I don't believe he's a bad person or a bad father. I hope they do right by his character in the second part and bring the old Owen back now that his life is going to go back to what it was. But I also know this is going to leave room for another romantic interest which you just know they're going to bring in. Maybe they'll bring Michelle back 🤷🏽‍♀️

- The amount of screen time Carlos got is *chefs kiss*. I'm so glad we got to see more into his family dynamic. And how great he is as a cop?! Like make that man a detective already! Also Rafael's acting is superb. He has the most expressive eyes I've ever seen! His face with Owen compliments him on his caring heart and how that makes him a great cop? He BEAMED and it was like no one had ever told him that before. I wanted to hug him so badly.

- I'm so happy they're showing a healthy gay relationship. Sure they've had their ups and downs, but they show TK and Carlos working it out perfectly with good communication which is what we need to see represented more with LGBTQ+ couples on TV. I have no doubt they'll last because they're literally the reason most people tune in and the showrunners know that. And that reuniting hug? Ronen and Raf's real life friendship makes their on screen relationship feel so real and I hope that never changes.

- I need more Mateo. The only thing we know is that he's dyslexic and has a cousin in LA. He's such a great character I wish they'd give him more screen time.

- I know that most y'all see them as just a brother/sister pair, but I love the idea of Mateo/Marjan as a couple. I feel like she could help him grow up a little while he could help her have more fun. But either way I love their relationship and want to see more.

-PLEASE give Paul a GREAT love interest. Someone who loves and accepts him for everything he is. He deserves so much love.

- Tommy Vega is THAT BITCH! She deadass basically said "shoot me. You won't". LOVE seeing a strong black woman on the screen. And I hope they give more screen time to Nancy. I feel like she could be a really interesting character.

- Am I the only one that kind of wants to see them bring back Billy Tyson? I know thats so random, but I think he needs redemption. Idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

- Last but not least......thank GOD I read spoilers before watching the episode because if I hadn't prepared myself and they ended the show with that bridge scene......all I gotta say is JUDD AND GRACE BETTER BE FUCKING OK! OR I'M FIGHTING EVERY DAMN BODY! But honestly I think they will be. These two make the show, for one. Judd is deadass the glue that holds that firehouse together and is overall a great character. No way they're killing him off. And Grace is a fucking saint and also a great character. And she's one of the only two black women on the show. Showrunners, y'all really wanna try that? They're such a great, healthy relationship who are literally so unstoppable together. I think they'll have some trauma but survive. And possibly a Ryder baby? Yes please, and please let it be a baby boy. Judd needs a little mixed cowboy 🤠

- Overall the season has been good, but too Owen/Gwyn central. Hoping the next part has more spotlight on the others. Maybe some "Character Begins" episodes? I think a "Judd Begins" Episode would be perfect to start off with to tie into the whole "omg is he alive" aspect we're bound to get.

[multimetaverse]

Hi! Since you almost Guess everything right when it comes to tv series do you think that American Housewife is planning on making Oliver and Cooper a thing or is it just queerbaiting? I mean they always made jokes about them being together but this season they've been hinting at it a lot more so what do you think?

Whether it’s queerbaiting because they just really like making jokes about Oliver not being straight or because they actually want to have Oliver and Cooper get together I have no clue. Even if it is the plan to get them together I have a hard time seeing ABC approving two bisexual characters getting together before the series finale, if at all. That being said, it is undeniable at this point that the show is deliberately teasing Oliver and Cooper as more than friends. And it’s not like the vast majority of AH’s audience would have had any reason to think that Oliver’s sexuality is ambiguous or speculate that Oliver and Cooper may be more than friends if the writers didn’t introduce that ambiguity and encourage that speculation. 

In a structural sense, Cooper is effectively acting as Oliver’s love interest in terms of screen time and story lines much the same way Trip is for Taylor and Franklin is for Anna-Kat; if IMDB is accurate then Cooper and Trip are tied for most guest appearances at 29 eps with Franklin close behind at 25 out of 93 eps so far. AH has given Oliver romantic plots before such as his relationship with Gina and non romantic plots such as his friendship with Spencer but in order to do those kinds of plot lines again they’d have to reduce Cooper’s screen time. Of course, they’ve been doing the opposite with Cooper’s appearances and screen time steadily increasing starting in S3. 5x03 was also just the latest example of eps where Taylor and Trip, Oliver and Cooper, and Anna-Kat and Franklin all have plot lines and the ep ends with all 3 pairings hanging out which reinforces the notion that Cooper is acting as Oliver’s love interest.

The first time Oliver’s sexuality was touched upon was all the way back in 1x18 when Katie discovers his vision board with male models and a photo of Oliver and Cooper. Doris thinks Oliver is gay while Angela is unsure though she notes that he could be bisexual. This leads Katie to hope that Oliver is gay so they can go on a mother-son pride cruise in Greece. Oliver says he’s not gay and that’s it as far as I remember until S3 when Katie catches Oliver and Cooper trying on bras so they can learn how to take them off before hooking up with Gina and her cousin and Katie thinks that she owes Doris $20. The mother son-pride cruise isn’t brought up again until S4 when Cooper decides to tell his gf that he loves her. AH has always had fairly high continuity for a comedy but that’s a long time to wait to call back to jokes from the first season.

S4 ramps it up, starting with Anna-Kat getting Oliver a brochure on how to come out just in case that will cheer him up after tearing his ACL and then after working for Teen Help Line Oliver gets outed a gay by a closeted football player and Oliver rolls with it to show that the school would be accepting of gay kids which leads the football player to come out. We get Principal Albin referring to Cooper as Oliver’s boyfriend and in the season finale Katie says that Oliver and Cooper should get married so that she can see Lisa Vanderpump, who’s Cooper’s godmother, again. 

So far S5 has dialed the baiting up to 11, with Taylor in two eps calling Cooper Oliver’s boyfriend, Katie saying that it would be good for Oliver to marry Cooper and thereby marry into money, and Greg joking to Katie that they should get Oliver and Cooper a basket and a cd of whale noises (ie the same things they gave Taylor and Trip to encourage them to feel comfortable having sex at the Otto house). Taylor seems to sincerely think that Cooper is Oliver’s boyfriend and that their relationship is the same as her relationship with Trip. We’ve seen eps where Taylor and Trip and Oliver and Cooper have parallels starting in S3 with Katie being worried that Trip and Cooper are corrupting Taylor and Oliver and with Oliver and Taylor ditching class so they can hang with Cooper and Oliver. In S4 Greg asks Cooper and Trip to join in a recreation of an Otto family photo that they plan to re-take in 10 years, reasoning that they’ll both still be around then.

This isn’t meant to be an exhaustive list of the jokes about them but as we can see the writers really started the Oliver and Cooper couple jokes in S3 and have ramped it up in every season since. At the same time they’ve also deepened Oliver and Cooper’s friendship and now they’re roommates, business partners, and planning to go to Harvard together. And even this last ep, in between the jokes and the sit com wackiness of Oliver and Cooper acting like a married couple, we learned more about their friendship: like that they watch Below Deck together, that they know each other’s trigger words, and that Cooper always eats Oliver’s pizza crusts and gives his outfits final approval before school. If nothing else the writers clearly like writing Oliver and Cooper’s dynamic and have made it an increasingly important part of the show. There’s also the fact that the Otto’s clearly don’t believe Oliver when he says that he’s straight even though he’s had 3 girlfriends over the course of the show and his family knew about all of them. The line between furthering a long running gag and setting up an actual potential relationship keeps getting blurred the longer the show runs on. If this was a drama then I’d probably say that all this set up and development is because they do want to have Oliver and Cooper be more than friends but because this is a comedy it can’t be ruled out that this is all in service of a joke. I have no clue where it will end up but it will be interesting to see what happens. 

[dingdonghun]

Ship your mutuals with a kpop idol and explain why!

Sure anon, I will do my best, but it will be a lazy best

@faeriedal I think I would ship with Yuta of NCT, because he’s a very sweet and calming presence and he cares deeply for the people he loves, and looks after them. I think that’s someone that Olive deserves in her life. He’s also not an Aquarius so that’s a bonus, in her eyes gjlhfdj but I think he’s calm, but just fun enough for her to not get annoyed by him. AND I DON’T CARE HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT IT. My brain cells aren’t working tonight but that’s not going to stop me 

@breakfastatwonhos my babie, and sticking with the theme of not having a brain cell tonight I am going to skip right over Shownu and say... San! Desi seems to like playful/teasing types of people 👀 and San is DEFINITELY playful with the people he cares about. He’s obnoxious but in an endearing and cute way. He also has a big heart and cares for people around him. He’s also very cute and affectionate, and I think that’s just right for Desi, even if she doesn’t agree with me uhfd idk

@jinsgalaxy Sarvi my angel! I am not giving any of y’all the people you’d expect me to give you. I think for Sarvi, my sweet ball of sunshine, I’d saaay... Bangchan from Stray Kids? I think Chan is a REALLY deeply caring person, he gives his all to the people around him, and he’s really funny and playful, just like Sarvi! I think she’d get along really well with him and they’d be a dynamic duo! She needs someone who knows how to crack jokes and have fun but also be a deeply supporting and gentle person. I think he’d be very physically affectionate as well! And very patient and understanding. Just right for my baby! 

@dajung-salang Becca has a LOT of energy and affection to give! She needs someone who can match that! I think I’d pair her with Jooheon! He is really playful and funny and full of energy, just like her! Plus he is DESPERATE for affection and attention, and Becca has an endless supply of both. I think they’d be very happy around each other and they’d have lots of fun adventures! 

@doom-daddy-top is always thinking about others! A really good and thoughtful friend to have~ ALSO super affectionate! I think I will match them with... Yunho! He has a fun and bubbly personality and I personally think that pairs very well with theirs! Fun, always has their friends on their mind, and a mood brightener! They both can always make you smile, and that’s why I think they are both good for each other! AND I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T AGREE GUDHFDUH THIS IS NO-BRAIN-CELL POSTING HOURS

@theonly-vagina-kyungsoo-will-fuk Me. I am the idol Kat should date. LOVE ME KAT.... LOVE ME!!!!! h-haha... j...just kidding... unless? ;)

Well Kyungsoo and I have the same personality and interests, but he IS an idol so I GUESS I have to say Kyungsoo. I know earlier I said I wouldn’t give anyone they would expect me to give them, but... I mean you can’t NOT give Kat Kyungsoo. That would be illegal. That would go against everything I stand for. And I LOVE my wife. I will never disrespect her ):< 

@uwunnie Suhweeeeeeeet baby Rae! even though you’re so busy with life, you know I can’t forget about you! You’re an incredibly generous person, and you care about your friends more than a lot of people I know! And do you know who fits that description as well?... Wonho. Playful, funny, affectionate, caring, goofy and an absolute ball of sun! Both of you have this in common and I think both of you would be able to cheer each other up or just give each other comfort with ease~ 

[snowflake-apocalypse]

“English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.”

“You need to stop.”

It’s been six months since the formation of Global Justice’s new aces, “Team Go-Possible”. Though, the rhyme and reason of it was wrong, Shego was actually enjoying the partnership with her former rivals. Dare she ever admit it out loud. The three grew to have a good dynamic, she thought. Between conversations about world events and the audacity of Club Banana creating a brach-off store, to the double-edged sarcasm they dished out to their adversaries in combat.

Team GP’s missions took them near and far around globe. This time, it was a nuclear power plant in the blustery Netherlands. Some madman claiming the greed of the world has grown to great. That he was the salvation it needed. His answer to said salvation? Implode the richest nuclear power plant in the world to prove his point.

This has got to be the seventh extremist kook we’ve taken on this month.. though the dude’s not wrong..

Kim and Shego are in route to the mountain side factory. Shego landing their sleek jet on an empty field with concentrated ease.“Okie dokie, let’s go get Mr. Doom Gloom before he turns the mountain side into a mushroom cloud-.” Shego powers their craft down, switching various instruments this way and that.

“-Don’t know about you, Kimmie but I’m looking forward to the bocca coffee. No stupid avalanche is going to ruin that.”

Double checking her equipment, Kim spares the woman a glance. “Heh, glad to know where your priorities are, Shego.-” Kim directs her attention to their mission control via comm link.

“-Hey, Wade you got a lock on our position?”

“Always do.” From GJ headquarters, the tech wiz of the team zooms his screen in on their target.

“That is the most creepy, heartwarming thing I’ve heard from you, Load.” Shego quips, donning her green and black cold weather apparel. When she accepted Betty’s offer, the one thing she swore is that she was keeping her colors.

“Uh..thanks? Anyway, I’ve scanned the interior of the facility, the reactor is located in the south side of the building.” Through the wrist-worn Kimmunictor, a holographic layout of the factory appears. Detailing the whereabouts of their target, only one heat signature appears on the layout. The reactor, they assume.

“Wade, this guy is working alone?” Kim quizzical asks, zooming in on the projection.

“From my latest update, yes. The building has been evacuated for safety. No other intel I’ve collected suggests multiple culprits.-“

Wade swipes through the limited file he has on their perp. He had an uneasy feeling about this caper, but couldn’t justify it from a hunch. “-But, please still be careful, you two.”

Shego, after getting one last solid look at the diagram, closes her hand on the blueprint. “Will do, dad. Thanks.”

——

Approaching the bolted door of the factory, Kim still voiced her concerns., “Y’know, I just wished we had more information on this guy.”

Shego directs a small concentration of searing plasma at the deadlock, freeing the door. “Yeah, well I wished they’d appear at GJ’s doorstep. Or just stayed home.”

Cautiously pushing the door open, Shego scans the left side of the interior, while Kim covers the right.

“Okay, Wade. It looks as empty as you said.- Wade? Wade.” Kim, only being met with silence, tries and fails to reach their partner. Somewhere along the trek, the so-called incorruptible signal was lost.

“Fan-freakin’-tastic. Guess the altitude is the weakness.” Rolling her eyes, Shego marches on. “Let’s just shut this joint down before we get any more surprises.” Despite her quiet tone, Shego’s voice echos throughout the vast building.

Creeping through the corridors, the women stay on alert. Passing abandoned offices, break rooms, only Kim’s quiet chatter fills the space. “Hey, about that coffee, you also want to stop at Portugal of the Little Ones?”

“Are you serious, Possible? You want to visit a tiny replica city in Portugal?” Shego raises an eyebrow in Kim’s direction.

“...Yeah.”

If you don’t stop making that damn face...

“..Okay, fine. Portugal.” Shego huffs in faux annoyance. The pair rounded the corner to the vast power center of the facility, the two spot the ticking time bomb.

“Bingo!” Shego exclaimed, running up to the reactor. Which had been armed with specialized munitions.

“This is new.. Newer. What the hell kind of explosive is this?” The younger agent puzzles.

The device, almost cybernetic, jet-black with a single blinking blue light. Upon closer examination, Shego makes out a faintly marked two-pronged arch on the surface. Gaping at the realization, she snaps of her shock.

“No.. No way...”

“What’s up? What is it?”

“This looks like a prototype product of Gemini’s splinter cell scientists. Before he broke off to W.E.E. It’s not on a timer, it’s remote detonation.”

“Gemini? Hold on, then how is some random guy get a his hands on-“

Before Kim could finish her statement, a man’s honeyed voice breaks through the atmosphere.

“Well, you always were the most observant of the team, Shego. Bravo.”

On the grated deck before them, stood a man. Medium build, piercing blue eyes, a mop of brown hair turning grey. All pulled together by a navy trench coat and tactical cargo slacks.

“Sorry, don’t think we’ve met. Unless I’ve taken you hostage or saved you from a flooding city before.” Shego deadpanned, hands resting on her hips.

Leisurely leaning on the rail of the balcony, a shiftiness displayed in his eyes. “Oh no, I didn’t expect you to be familiar with me. But I have been following the folly of Global Justice’s new dream team. I must say, you are quite the force to be reckoned with.”

“And we really don’t want you to find out why.” Kim interjects, conviction lacing her voice.

“-So if you could hand over the remote, shut down the detonation, then maybe we can reach an agreement.”

“Possible. Kim. Of all the people in the bloody world, I thought you would be one to know.. it’s never that simple.” Faster than her reflexes, the man draws a sleek laser-gun from his coat and fires upon the unsuspecting woman.

Center mass.

Direct hit.

“Gah!” With a cry, Kim covers the wound with her hand, bracing herself on her knees.

“Hey!” Shego booms. Hands ablaze, she charges their suspect... no, enemy now.

Kim, biting back the shock and pain, rises to her feet.

Damnit... Sloppy. Get up, Possible.

Kim averts her concentration back to the reactor. Without Wade, she scrambles to find a bypass way of disarming the bomb.

Firing scorching blast after blast, Shego dodges the rounds aimed at her. The room being filled with the leaden smell of burning metal, as the balcony gave way to the force of plasma.

“I swear, that god-forsaken organization is more concerned with the stock market and shiny toys than actual global security-and you! You radioactive madwoman, turn your back on your very profession! The Emerald Rage can’t even decide who’s side she’s on!” Anger and outrage boiling from the man the closer she got.

“Yeah.. y’know your twenties when you’re trying figure shit out... a lot of grey area and robberies in there.” Flipping onto the grate, Shego faces the man with a controlled fury.

“Oh, also I’m on my side and no one else’s. Which, coincidently is the side that doesn’t want a giant crater in the middle of the Netherlands!” Weaving between a few more shots, Shego disarms the man. She restrains him in a firm, plasma-fortified grip. Not enough juice for a second degree burn, but it sure wasn’t comfortable.

“Hello.” The welcome rolling off his tongue like an invitation.

Abruptly Shego is met with a viscous head-butt and a solid tungsten bracelet around her wrist.

“Grrr-! What the hell-!?” Collecting her wits, Shego paws at the metal. Kicking up the intensity of her powers in hopes of liquifying the substance.

Her foe stands back in smug satisfaction, watching her ferocity slowly turn to languid effort. Her flames spasmed, then doused like a candle in the wind.

Shego lightheaded and pale, collapses with heavy bang on the cold metal.

Crouching next fallen woman, he gingerly strokes her raven hair. Conceited grin never leaving his face. “Oh, my my. Did dear Mother Director not tell you about the adverse correlation between tungsten and the Aether comet? I don’t blame her. Must’ve been frightening for her to raise super-powered children, especially if she had no way of controlling them.”

The clamber drawing Kim away from her task, horror at watching the strongest person she knew hit the floor. “Shego!”

“No, no.” Motioning to the button on the detonator remote, he actives the explosives. Sending the entire right side of the structure up in blazing destruction.

Kim instinctively covers her head, in an effort to shield herself from the blast. Evading wooden beams and falling debris, Kim steels and drives on towards her ally.

Producing a small syringe from his coat, filled with a concentrated supply of the fatal alloy. He methodically pushed back the sleeve of Shego’s fleece, carefully injecting the liquid into her bloodstream.

“My father, Jeremiah Asbell had so much passion for his work. So much drive to create a better world. What did he receive for his endeavours? Scorn and betrayal by the very people he supported!-“

Jeremiah Absell.. Absell.. Dr. Absolute. Wait, he had a kid?

“-All to be handed back by some punk children who should’ve been left in a crater.”

As the tungsten courses through her system, melds with her mutated cells, Shego braces the pain gripping her body. She clenches her teeth, fighting for some kind of spark of her dwindling power.

Thanks, Betty. Chalk this up to another ‘I got your back, kid.’ move. Trust sure ran deep there.

With a flicker of ginger hair catching her attention behind a wall, Shego arduously motions her head to face Kim. Olive meets emerald eyes.

After all of the years they spent trading blows, like scorpions in a bottle, after the late night discussions they’d have when neither could sleep... they both knew that look. The look of unwavering determination meeting one of unabated stubbornness. With all of the unknown wild cards revealed, Shego couldn’t afford both of them being killed.

Mustering as much strength as she could, Shego discreetly raises her hand, stopping Kim in her tracks.

Don’t you dare.

[whyiask]

Just a Stupid Dare (Ch.10)

Masterpost Ao3 Link tw/cw: mm not any that I can think of? lmk if i need to add any. Note: Hi. Remember when I abandoned this fic for literal months? I panicked bc I didn't know how it was going to end and that stressed me out but it's all good now bc I finally have a completed plotted out story. This also means that when I say 'regular updates', I'm not lying, because I write much better with an outline and so :D (i have BIG things planned ;) )

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Virgil was busy during lunch on Monday, and Roman didn’t know whether Logan would want to see him, so he brought his lunch to the garden behind the school to eat. It was surprisingly nice weather outside, peaceful, if not a bit isolating. It gave him plenty of time to hear the footsteps approaching before he turned around.

Patton stood by the entrance, hands waving by his sides like an idle video game character. He was, as usual, decked out in stylish pastels and way-too-large square glasses perched on his nose. His blondish brown curls spilled out around his face.

“Hi Ro,” he said softly, and Roman patted the bench next to him, a silent invitation to come in. Patton accepted the olive branch enthusiastically, situating himself on the bench and crossing his legs underneath him.

“Logan wanted to say sorry,” he said. Roman nearly spit out his bite of food. He swallowed hastily.

“What?” he asked, because Logan didn’t often apologize.

“He knows he overreacted and he’s super sorry, but to be fair, you know his history with Virgil and he probably felt betrayed that you would willingly spend time around him, even if he has,” Patton hesitated, “...changed for the better.”

Roman perked up. “You believe me?”

Patton hesitated again, fingers absently tracing the pen doodles on his arms. “...I still don’t trust him, but I trust you and if you say he’s trying, then I’ll believe you. I don’t think Logan can, not now, maybe not ever, but I do trust your judgement on this one.”

Patton offered a small smile and patted Roman’s shoulder. “Want to come sit with us instead of being alone out here? Or I could stay with you if you want.”

“You can stay,” Roman said, giving a slight smile in return.

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Virgil caught up with Roman in between classes. He raced up, out of breath, and held up a hand. Roman paused and smiled.

"Hey!" he chirped. Virgil smirked and gave a small nod of his head.

"Hi," Virgil breathed. "Sorry about yesterday, I had no idea they were coming over. I've given them a fake explanation and they seem to buy it for now."

"That's good," Roman agreed. "Remus was being a dick about it so I popped one of his tires."

Virgil let out a shocked laugh. So that's why Remus was in such an irritable mood today.

"Ohoho, looks like someone's got a bit of a rebellious streak. Didn't expect it from the nerdy theater kid, not gonna lie."

Roman rolled his eyes good naturedly. "Glad I could surprise you, the emo nightmare himself, with my heroic feats. I suppose sometimes miracles do come true."

Virgil paused for a moment, thinking. "Since you're clearly not afraid of being a bit criminal," he began.

"I don't know if I like where this is going-"

"How do you feel about going vandalizing later tonight?"

Roman's protest came to a halt, and his eyes opened wider. "...I'm listening."

"Me. You. 10:00 at the skatepark. It'll be a date," Virgil joked.

"You're on," Roman grinned. "See you tonight. Now, if you don't mind, I have a class to attend."

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Virgil had been waiting at the park for about 15 minutes, clad in his black hoodie, before Roman arrived.

“You’re late,” Virgil noted absently, taking in the two skateboards tucked under Roman’s arm. He too was dressed with a hoodie, fraying and dark red, a golden crown stitched onto the front. It suited him.

“Time is a social construct,” Roman said, throwing down one of the skateboard and hopping on, gliding the last few feet over to Virgil before stopping himself with his foot.

Virgil watched him, wide eyed. “...I didn’t know you know how to skateboard.”

Roman snorted. “You don’t?” He paused at the look on Virgil’s face. “Oh, uh- I can teach you if you want?” he offered. “I mean, I did bring two.”

“That would be pretty chill, I think,” Virgil said. He hefted up his bag of spray paints and supplies for Roman to see. “I’ve brought my paints.” He pulled out a pair of disposable gloves and tossed them to Roman. He snapped on his own pair and shook out his arms.

“Come, take whichever ones you want. Feel free to paint wherever, but try not to go over the top of any big and detailed designs.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Roman said, shuffling around in the bag. He eventually picked out a gold and a red and puttered off to a blank area. Virgil lifted the whole bag over his shoulder and found a spot near to Roman’s.

He got to work making a storm cloud design, quickly mapping it out and pulling out a few purples and grays. Roman finished his pretty soon and came to sit behind Virgil, watching him work in silence.

When he finally finished and stepped away, Roman spoke.

“That’s so cool, wow.”

Virgil turned around and smirked at Roman’s slightly awed expression, and nudged him up. “Come on, show me what you did.”

Roman laughed, a bright sound in the shadows of the night.

“It’s not nearly as good as yours,” Roman said, leading Virgil to his small design. It was a crown, similar to the one on his hoodie.

“Fancy yourself a prince, hmm?” Virgil teased. “Honestly though, this is really good for your first time ever. I can come back later and touch it up, make it a little more dynamic if you want?”

Roman beamed. Once again, Virgil marveled at how he could emit such a brightness in the gloom of the lonely park.

“Well, come on Princey, I do believe I am owed a lesson in skateboarding.”

Roman might’ve flushed at the nickname, but it was hard to tell in the bleary lighting.

“Still can’t believe that you regularly come to this park to graffiti and yet never learned how to skateboard,” Roman laughed. Virgil half-grimaced, half-grinned, because really, what do you say to that?

“I’m just special that way.”

“Keep telling yourself that, maybe one day it’ll be true.”

“Oh, just you wait, Princey,” Virgil said. “Just you wait,” he repeated, a little sadder than before. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

[managedmischiefs]

don’t leave me//spencer reid

600 follower celebration!! my first one shot in months because ive been so consumed with north. enjoy!!

also I didn’t edit this at all and worked on it for like five hours straight so excuse the mistakes plz and thx

genre: so much angst

pairing: spencer reid x female oc

warnings: drugs, withdrawal, overdose

word count: 5.2k

It isn’t hard to tell when something is wrong with Spencer. 

 Spencer is generally a sweet, patient, and quick-thinking person, especially at work. I joined the BAU when Elle Greenaway departed from the bureau and left a spot open for a profiler. Spencer didn’t seem to take well to the change in the team dynamic and it seemed like he shut down whenever I was around him. He didn’t talk to me much at all and when he did, it was strictly business. No banter about personal lives occurred between us like it did between Spencer and, well, the rest of the team. I chalked it up to an anxiety over change and I respected that. I gave him the time to warm up to me and thankfully, after a while, he seemed to take a liking to me.

Penelope Garcia is the queen of stirring up drama and once Spencer and I started to bond over our geeky tendencies, like using Doctor Who as a comfort show, and always searching for nerdy apparel in stores, she had no problem stirring the pot. To my understanding, she watched Spencer and I play cards together on the jet one day (on one of the rare days she came in the field with us) and then told Emily that we must be in love with each other. Emily told JJ, JJ told Morgan, Morgan told Hotch, and Hotch told Gideon. Suddenly the whole team became convinced that Spencer and I were madly in love and it only took about ten minutes.

    I would never admit it, not yet at least, but Penelope was dead on. Once Spencer and I talked more and spent time together outside of work, I fell hard and fast for him. He truly is unlike any other man in the world. He has no problem with staying at home for a night, in fact, he prefers it. He likes to open the windows when it’s raining to hear the noises of the water making contact with his fire escape. He wants to stay up with me until the middle of the night just so we can make sure we finish every Harry Potter movie on binge days. It’s hard not to fall in love with Spencer Reid. He makes it so easy. Of course, he’s oblivious and his brain is filled with thoughts of self-doubt and inferiority in the looks department, but I don’t need or want him to look like a model. He’s all I need.

 But one day, all of this stops. It wasn’t hard to tell that something was wrong with Spencer. It wasn’t a secret that a piece of Spencer’s soul was left in the grave he dug for himself under the watch of Tobias Hankle. It wasn’t a secret that Spencer struggled immensely upon returning home and having light withdrawal symptoms. I tried my best to help him, making trips to his apartment to bring him anything he might need while he was on his mandatory two weeks leave. But he would also give me an unconvincing smile and push me right out the door. He never let me spend more than five minutes inside his apartment. I never saw him sweat, or vomit, or shake, or yawn. I never saw his pupils dilate. 

 When he returns to work, a bit too soon for my liking, that’s when I start to notice the withdrawal symptoms. And for a little while, I’m okay with it. Withdrawal, although painful and torturous, is a step in the right direction. The drugs are making their way out of Spencer’s system and he is detoxing. I pay extra attention to him to ensure his safety, but nobody else on the team seems to give Spencer any care. They surely get pissed off when he snaps at them and sweats all over the case files and is far too nasty with possible witnesses. Nobody, besides me, gives his attitude any slack. But I continue to keep a close eye on him during the case.

 Keeping a close eye, however, reveals to me that Spencer’s withdrawal symptoms continuously disappear and then reappear during the three days we are away. I don’t need Spencer’s level of genius to figure out what is going on.

 My heart pounds against my chest when Spencer goes running of the jet the moment it touches down in DC. Not a single pair of eyes follow Spencer’s movements but my own. The others on the team just stand to pull their bags out of the overhead bins. They’re chatting about whether they should go out for drinks or to a restaurant for dinner but they’re not chatting about their friend who clearly has a problem. But I love Spencer more than anything and seeing him struggle makes me hurt inside. Once I retrieve my own carry on and go-bag, I drive straight to Spencer’s apartment. I ignore my fellow team members when they ask me if I want to join them for dinner. 

 “Spencer?” I knock on his front door and rock back and forth on my feet, waiting for some type of response from him. I saw his car outside and I know he’s here and if he doesn’t open the door within ten more seconds then I’m going to kick it down. 

 Thankfully, I don’t need to risk breaking the heel of my shoe today because the door swings open a second later. Spencer stands before me, looking the most disheveled I’ve ever seen him. His shirt is untucked, his pants are wrinkly, his hair is half curly from his excess sweating, and he isn’t even wearing socks or shoes. His long sleeve shirt makes my heart drop to my stomach.

 “Olive?” His voice cracks when he speaks. “What are you doing here?”

 “I’m here to-” I choke on the words I truly want to say and suddenly I’m pushing back tears. I try to swallow the lump in my throat and give him a smile. “I’m gonna make you dinner! The team is going out together but I’m in the mood to stay in after that horrible case.”

 “Uh,” Spencer glances behind him and then whips back to me, “I’m actually really tired and I just wanna sleep. So thanks for coming by-”

 My hands fly out when Spencer tries to close the door in my face. I’ve underestimated his strength up until now because I have to use all of my strength to keep him from pushing me out. But Spencer isn’t able to keep up his strength much longer and concedes, letting the door fly backward and unintentionally letting me inside. I drop my bags to the floor, eyes locking with Spencer’s and watching a fire light in them.

 “Spencer,” my voice is still far too weak for my liking, “I’m not leaving.”

 Spencer scoffs, slamming the door shut, just barely grazing my shoulder as it passes me. “Yeah, well, I want you to.”

 “I’m not leaving.”

 Spencer’s jaw tightens and his hands ball into fists at his side. He’s trying to stand tall and strong in front of me but he’s starting to crack by the millisecond. His chest heaves when he tries to choke back his tears and his eyelids start to flutter. If I wasn’t sure of the situation before I stepped inside, it surely has been confirmed right now. Spencer opens his mouth to speak and his chin trembles. “I want you to leave me alone.”

 “Absolutely not,” I step closer to him but he steps backward, not allowing me to diminish the distance between us. “Spencer, please. Let me help you.”

 His head drops, his shoulders caving in. “I don’t need help,” With his eyes on his feet and no longer on me, I take the opportunity to grab his arm. He tries to jerk away from me the second my fingertips brush the fabric of his shirt but I told him as tightly as I can. He whimpers in my hold and his crack start to get wider and wider. “Olive, please.” 

 “Just let me see, Spence,” I’m already begging and I’m already crying. “Let me see. Let me help. I’m here for you.”

 Spencer squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head away from me, his first tears dripping down his cheeks. He stops trying to escape my hold and just cries, his clothes clutched in his hands. It’s not an invitation whatsoever but I take it as one, rolling up Spencer’s sleeve past his elbow. The crook of his elbow is covered in track marks, some fading and some bright red and bloody. It takes every ounce of my energy not to break down right then and there as my worst fear comes true. But Spencer breaks down when his biggest secret is revealed, his knees giving out and his body tumbling to the floor. I follow him down, cradling him in my arms as he sobs into my chest. I shush him and stroke his hair, rocking him back and forth, like a child, to calm him down. 

 “It’s okay, Spencer, shh,” I coo, my fingertips coated in sweat as I coax my fingers through his knotty locks. “Everything is gonna be okay, my love. I’m here and I’m gonna help you.”

 “No.”

 “Yes. Spencer, look at me,” I don’t give him the option of where to bring his gaze to. I grab his cheeks and force his gaze up, his eyes bloodshot and his face soaking wet. “You can’t keep doing drugs. You’ll lose everything, you know that. You’ll lose your job, you’ll lose me, you’ll lose your life, you’ll-”

 “I’ll lose you?” He’s never sounded more like a child than he does now. He’s whimpering and whining and crying out and clinging to me as tight as he can. 

 I give the hardest answer yet and I feel my heart break in my chest. “Yes, Spencer, I’ll leave. I can’t-”

 Spencer starts to scramble to his knees, legs wobbling under his weight. “You can’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. I love you, Olive. Don’t leave.”

 I know it’s the drugs talking but it doesn’t make the confession hurt any less. The confession is what I’ve waited so damn long to hear. But it’s wrong right now. Admitting my love will do nothing but hurt both of us. Spencer isn’t in a good state of mind right now. He probably won’t even remember that he hastily confessed his love while trying to convince me not to leave him. I find myself forcing down tears yet again.

 “I won’t leave you if you get clean,” I brush back his hair again and this time, it slicks back with sweat. “You can’t keep living your life like this, shooting up in bathrooms and hiding from your friends. Get some help and get clean. I can’t sit back and watch you destroy your life, a life that you worked so damn hard to get.”

 Spencer collapses under his own weight, no longer able to sit up on his knees. He falls onto all fours, his head hanging between his shoulders and his tears falling onto the carpet. “I can’t do it. It’s so painful to stop. I need it to be happy. I need it to escape.”

 I smooth my hands over his shoulders and where other people would probably feel tensed up muscles, I feel relaxed muscles as Spencer melts into my embrace. “Then let me take you to the hospital. They can help make the detox less painful. They can give you medication and you can get counseling and I’ll be there for as long as I’m allowed to be.” 

 “No, none of that. Here. I wanna do it here.” Spencer lifts his head, sniffling and huffing through his tears. “I’ll do it alone. Please leave. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

 “Absolutely not,” I rise to my feet and lean down to help Spencer to his feet, baring all of his weight on my shoulders as we trudge towards his bedroom. “I’m not leaving you like this. I’m gonna call Hotch and get time off for both of us.”

 Spencer lets out his millionth whimper of the night when he falls onto the bed, immediately curling up on his side and squeezing his eyes shut. “Please. Go.”

 I kneel beside the bed, bringing my hand to his cheek and stroking his soft skin gently. The simple motion actually seems to calm him for a millisecond before he starts to shake, clearly being hit with an onslaught of chills from his inevitable fever. So I tug the blanket over his body and tuck him in, pressing my lips to his forehead. “I’m not gonna abandon you, Spencer. I’m gonna help you through this and you’re gonna return to your happier, drug-free self. You’ll feel better soon. I promise.”

 I stayed true to my promise. I didn’t leave Spencer alone for a single second while he suffered through withdrawal. I washed his vomit and sweat-soaked sheets. I wiped his tears and held him when he cried. I dragged him from room to room when he didn’t have the energy to carry his own weight. I cooked him food on the rare occasions that he was actually hungry. I whispered sweet nothings in his ear when he needed the reassurance that someone actually cares. I located his stash of needles and excess vials and threw them in the dumpster outside, not even wanting to risk leaving them in a trashcan in the apartment. There is no doubt in my mind that Spencer wouldn’t have gotten through this without me. I was harsh with him when he begged for ‘just one more hit’ and I held him when he woke up screaming in the middle of the night. There is no doubt in my mind that Spencer would have given in to his cravings and started this mess all over again.

 After two weeks, Spencer starts to get better. He is able to walk without assistance and he can eat two meals a day without throwing it up ten minutes later. It’s a relief and the sun finally starts to shine through the clouds that had been lingering for too long. He still needed at least another week off of work to work up his strength and catch up on sleep in order to not look like the living dead and Hotch starts to get suspicious of such an extended time off. I tell him not to ask and for some reason, he listens. Maybe he just knows and is glad that someone else dealt with Spencer at his lowest point. Yeah, that’s probably it. 

 After three weeks and a promising night where Spencer makes me dinner for the first time in weeks, we return to work. The team is happy to see us and they don’t question why we were both gone for so long. But I’m almost positive it’s the same reason that Hotch didn’t question the time off.

 I made sure to visit Spencer in his hotel room and I always, somehow, made sure that he was never in a room alone. One night of being alone could make him spiral and that is the last thing he needs. So if he was in a room alone then I would sneak out of mine and sleep with him. It seemed like he started to enjoy sleeping in the same bed as me, opting to cuddle me close to his chest instead of turning his back to me. His confession always seemed to echo in my mind when he would kiss my head or squeeze my waist but it was just the drugs talking. He didn’t mean it.

 One month clean and Spencer seemed to be doing amazing. He boasted about how he deleted his drug dealer’s number from his phone and how he would eat meals without me reminding him to and how he could be on his feet for more than twenty minutes without being winded and needing to sit. I don’t think I had ever felt so proud of a human being until I shoved all my pride onto Spencer. Sure, he didn’t necessarily want to get the help that I gave him, but he went along with it and it’s a joy to see him return to his old happy-go-lucky self. 

 But then the team gets called into a meeting. The phonecall wakes me up in the middle of the night and sends me rushing to get dressed in something other than pajamas, but I just wind up putting on new sweats. I rush out the door and to the vacant building, throwing my holster on my hip and riding the elevator up. I blurt out a load of apologies for y lateness as I stumble into the conference room and realize I’m the last two arrive.

 “Aww,” Morgan coos sarcastically as I sit down beside him, “it was so nice if you to get dressed up for us!”

 “I swear to god,” I hiss, but he knows I’m just teasing, “if you don’t shut up right now then I’ll-”

 “Okay,” Hotch shuts me up far too easily, standing at the front of the table with his arms crossed, “we’re all here. Let’s start.”

 “Is this a new case?” Emily wonders, eyes darting between Hotch and the table that is usually filled with case files.

 “No,” he sighs and looks down at his feet, and this is probably the most emotion I’ve ever seen from him before. “Tonight-”

 “Wait,” I sit up and glance around, suddenly alarmed, “We’re not all here. Spencer isn’t here.”

 Hotch holds his hands up to me in his second way of telling me to shut up. “I know that. He already knows what I’m about to tell you all.” This does absolutely nothing to erase the red flags in my mind. “I know we all struggled with our last case, and Gideon struggled the most, for obvious reasons. Tonight, Spencer went to his cabin to check on him. It turns out that Gideon had left a note for Spencer to say goodbye and he has sent in his resignation. He has officially left the BAU.”

 Okay, listen, I barely knew the man. I haven’t been on this team for too long and Gideon favored talking to Hotch and Spencer. He didn’t interact with me much at all, except to correct me, so I’m not too torn up about his departure. Yes, he just created a huge hole that needs to be filled but that’s not my main concern. Spencer is. He isn’t here and he just learned that the man who has been his father figure for years just abandoned him in the same way that his father did when he was a child. Nobody should be alone at a time like this, and Spencer especially shouldn’t. 

 JJ is the first to ask a question but I don’t even hear it. Hotch answers and Emily follows and then Penelope is squealing and Morgan shouts over everyone and it’s far too crazy. I just need to know that Spencer is okay. He is the only thing I care about. He made so much amazing progress and he absolutely can’t erase that.

 “I need to go.” I blurt out suddenly, standing from the round table and rushing out of the building. I call Spencer relentlessly and get no answer. I go straight to voicemail every time. I slam on my gas pedal.

 I don’t lock my car and I barely remember to close my door before I’m bounding up the stairs and to his apartment. I couldn’t care less about the other residents who are probably fast asleep by now. I bang on Spencer’s door, shouting his name once, twice, three times, and get nothing. I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

 “Spencer! Come on, open up!” I cry out, jiggling the handle and hoping it’s unlocked. “Please! Let me in!” The energy radiating from the apartment makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. 

 I take two steps back and breathe in a deep breath, preparing me for whatever could be on the other side of this stupid door. I’ll never be ready to see what I know is waiting for me. I lift my foot up and slam it against the door, the lock snapping and allowing the door to fly open. I burst inside, shouting Spencer’s name frantically as my eyes search desperately for his adorable curls and his soft cardigans. 

 It takes me no more than thirty seconds of frantic running to find Spencer. When I do, I wish desperately that I hadn’t.

 His body is slumped against the bathtub, head hanging backward and his mouth wide open. His shirt is off and a rubber band is still tied around his bicep. The bathroom wreaks of vomit and there’s a needle in the sink and a broken vial on the floor. He looks haunting similar to the crime scenes we observe every day.

 I drop to my knees in front of him and grab onto his cheeks, lifting his head up. “Spencer?” My sobs are uncontrollable as my thumbs stroke his freezing cold skin, searching for some sort of life. “Come on, baby,” I resist the urge to shake his head in my hands. “Spence, please, wake up!” 

 I wait for another second. I get nothing. No eyelids fluttering. No sniffles. No coughing. No vomiting. No screaming. No crying. Nothing. There’s nothing left.

 Working through my sobs, I reach into my backpack and fish out the little box I’m searching for. I set it aside momentarily and try to gather Spencer in my arms as best as I can, pushing and dragging him until he is laying on his back in the most comfortable way his lanky body will allow in the cramped bathroom. Gosh, if only Spencer was conscious. He would be freaking out about being on the bathroom floor.

 I pull out the nasal spray and administer the Narcan into Spencer’s nostril, tossing it aside and then rolling Spencer onto his side. I don’t dare to tear my eyes away from him, even as I fish my phone out of my backpack and call 911. I babble on about there being a federal agent down and how I’m a federal agent who administered a dose of Narcan and how someone needs to help Spencer now but it all seems like a foreign language to me. Nothing is right anymore. The operator tells me someone will be there soon and to stay on the line, so I set my phone down and lean closer to Spencer.

 “Spence?” I wait for a reaction. “Sweetheart, come on, don’t do this to me,” my tears fall onto the floor and create a puddle beside his hands. My trembling hand reaches out to push his hair back, admiring the way his locks curl around my fingers. I admire the way for eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks and how beautiful his lips look. I wish I kissed him when I had the chance. Now I might never get the chance to be with him. The thought makes me cry harder and I double over in agony, crying out for the love that I will never get to have and for the life I will never get to live. I should have told him I loved him when he said it first. How could I be so stupid?

 I have no recollection of the paramedics arriving. Being pulled away, kicking and screaming Spencer’s name, is a complete blur of smeared lines and flashes of light. I do what I can to erase the image of Spencer being carried out on a stretcher, his rubberbanded arm dangling off the side, and into an ambulance. I clutch Spencer’s hand and shut out the words of the paramedics as the ambulance speeds to the hospital. I barely even recall being plopped in a waiting room and being told to await further instructions.

 I slide down the wall and tuck my head between my knees, hoping that being bent over will minimize the volume of my cries. But it doesn’t and sobs take over my body, leaving me shaking and quivering. If Spencer were with me, he would hold my hand and quietly tell me how many germs are on this floor and statistics on how easy it is to catch and infection in a hospital. He would talk to distract me from the horrible situation going down. But he’s not here and I’m alone and there’s nothing I can do to help.

 “Olive?” I ignore Hotch’s voice when I hear it. I pay no attention to his softer than usual tone and I don’t dignify his presence by acknowledging it. I keep my head down and clutched between my knees and try to quiet my cries. Hotch crouches down beside me and tells me how he was notified of the situation and how the team is on the way but I ignore him. He never cared about Spencer before so why should he now?

 True to his word, the rest of the team has arrived at the hospital within ten minutes. They form a circle in front of me and bounce around questions about what happened. Is he alive? How much did he take? What did he take? Where is he now? They never address me directly and just keep shooting questions around and receive no answers. It’s exhausting to listen to. I’m exhausted.

 “Hey, Olive?” Penelope crunches next to me in the same way Hotch did, placing her hand on my shoulder. I shake it off. She pauses before speaking again. “Could you tell us what happened?”

 For the first time, I lift my head. Everyone is in their pajamas and looking just a little less distressed than me. I’m sure I look horrendous. I surely feel horrendous. I’ve never felt worse in my life. I’ve never loved a person so much just to have them ripped out of my life. If Spencer doesn’t recover from this, I know I never will.

 “He,” I lift my hands to wipe my cheeks but stop mid-air, wondering just how many germs are on my skin, “overdosed. To my knowledge, he’s been clean for a month and-and-” my lips quiver again, “I guess Gideon leaving was too much for him to handle. He thought he needed drugs to make him feel better.”

 JJ leans into Emily’s side, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. “Why didn’t he just call one of us instead of going straight to drugs? We all would have dropped what we were doing and gone to help him.”

 The absolutely idiotic statement sets me on fire. I clamber to my feet, sadness replaced with anger within a millisecond. “Really? Would you have?”

 JJ furrows her eyebrows and looks to the team for more support. “Of course. Spencer is one of my best friends.”

 “We all would have helped him,” Morgan adds.

 “Oh, really?” I sneer at them. “Were you there to help him last month when he was detoxing? Did any of you come to see why Spencer and I took three weeks off from work without warning? No! None of you texted or called or visited like real friends do. Did you even care that he obviously had a drug problem? Did any of you notice?”

 Emily scoffs at the accusation, her anger starting to rise to mine. “Of course we did! I even asked him about it once and-”

 “Once!” I let out the most sarcastic laugh that has ever dripped from my lips. Sleeping patients be damned, I will let out my anger at these inferior ‘friends’ and tell them the truth they need to hear. “You asked him once? Well, I spent three weeks living at his apartment, cooking, cleaning, holding him, reassuring him that he would be okay. And all you did was ask him about it once?” The realization is starting to set in on their faces that maybe this issue is bigger than they thought. “He needed real help and support from his friends, and yeah, he had me but he would have done a lot better if he had all of his closest friends supporting him.” They all fall silent, as they should. They stare at me and each other and everyone cries over their friend who they should have helped.

 “Olive,” Hotch murmurs, “when you gave him the Narcan, did he wake up?”

 This prompts more tears. “No.”

 “Spencer Reid?”

 I whip around as fast as I can at the sound of a doctor approaching, leaving the team in the dust to approach him. “Hi, yeah, I’m here for Spencer Reid. I’m his emergency contact.”

 The doctor smiles at me and he waves me along, leading me away from the blabbering BAU and towards a room. “So,” the doctor says, “he’s extremely lucky. You administered the Narcan just in time. A few more minutes and Mr. Reid probably wouldn’t have made it.” I barely pay attention to the looming fear of Spencer’s death. If I hadn’t gone running out of the team meeting, Spencer would have died. “We’ve given him the proper medication, he’s in this room, and he should be waking up soon. When he’s feeling better, we can talk about proper treatment and recovery for Mr. Reid.”

 I thought that maybe I cried all the tears my body could handle but that is proven wrong. He’s going to be okay. Going through detox again will be hell but now he can get professional help. He’s going to be okay.

 I step into Spencer’s room. The sight of him lying in the bed is reminiscent of him lying on the bathroom floor and it makes my head pounds and my heart break. His elbow is bandaged up so his track marks are hidden and his hair is a matted down mess. But even lying there, helpless and in pain, he still looks like the man I fell in love with. The man who learned to braid hair and actually drove a car a few times and went shopping with me just to make me happy. He’s a shell of the man I love but he’s there and I know we will meet again soon.

 Spencer starts to stir a moment later, tossing his head side to side gently. I creep over and slide my hand in his, squeezing softly. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet but there are tears streaming down his cheeks, soaking the top hem of his hospital gown. His hand tightens around mine and suddenly, my cheeks match his.

 “Hi, sweetheart,” I breathe out, bringing our hands up to my lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “you’re okay. Everything is gonna be okay.”

 Spencer lets out a high pitched moan, his head rolling over to face me. “I’m sorry,” he slurs out. “I didn’t mean to.”

 “I know you didn’t mean it, Spence. I’m not mad. Just relax. I’ll be right here,” without letting go of his hand, I reach over and push a chair against the side of the bed. “Get some rest.”

 “You won’t leave me?”

 “No, Spence. I’m never gonna leave you.” 

[kuzuhinasecretexchange]

Work Title: cryptic shells, orange juice, and candid talks

Author: @fieldofsunflowers8

For: @serpenteaus

Pairings/Characters: Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko/Hinata Hajime, No Additional Characters

Rating/Warnings: Teen Rated, No Content Warnings Apply

Prompt used: “postgame mundane shenanigans”

Author’s notes: hi! i apologize for this leaning towards the shorter side, but this was a lot of fun to write! i really hope you like it :D

Hinata swings around his cabin at the same time he always does, knocking and waiting patiently as Kuzuryuu heaves his ass out of bed.

  It’s a really minor routine, in truth. There’s nothing super interesting about that repetitiveness– coming around at 8 AM, walking with him to the dining hall, bantering with him over some toast while they talk to their other friends, and spending the rest of their day working on the island or just relaxing. It’s the same shit every day, the same shit they do unless it’s like, someone’s birthday or something, and it should probably bore Kuzuryuu at some point.

  It kind of doesn’t, though. In a sense that Kuzuryuu isn’t going to complain about seeing his boyfriend in the morning, or getting to vibe around the island with him, even if it’s similar to what they’ve always done. All of them find ways to keep things interesting– accidentally, like Komaeda, or on purpose, like Imposter– and the island always feels dynamic.

  They’ve been through a lot. Having a kind of stability, yet one that shifts according to what they want Jabberwock to be, is sort of relieving. Kuzuryuu rarely got that relief in the past, and he sure as hell isn’t going to pass it up now.

  Kuzuryuu makes his way over to the door, unlocking it. Hinata looks a bit more disheveled than usual, dark brown hair messy and growing a bit long, shirt half buttoned and his hands in his pockets, but he still gives Kuzuryuu a smile. “Hey,” Hinata says tiredly, “woke up late. How are you?”

  Well, that explains it. Hinata likes routine, too, on most days (and sometimes he hates the tedium of it, but hey, Kuzuryuu can accommodate that too). “I’m fine. Just got up ‘nd shit. Let me brush my teeth and, like, get dressed. Is it hot outside?”

  “Well, we’re on a tropical island,” Hinata deadpans, “so I would assume so. Bit cooler, since it’s November, but that’s how it always goes.” 

  Kuzuryuu nods, throwing open a dresser and changing into some shirt Hinata gave him a while back. Everyone on Jabberwock has a bad tendency to not remember who owns what clothes, so sometimes Komaeda shows up to lunch in Mioda’s skirt, or Koizumi ends up with Owari’s jacket, or Sonia nestles into Tanaka’s scarf. Nobody really minds, though– they’re all sort of a family, after all. 

  And, y’know. Kuzuryuu likes wearing Hinata’s clothes. Not that he would, like, outright admit that to him, but. Hinata has a nice scent of sandalwood and citrus, and Kuzuryuu thinks, as his boyfriend, he has the right to indulge in it. 

  ‘Course, Hinata still has to point it out smugly. “That’s my shirt, isn’t it?”

  Kuzuryuu gestures to the pattern on it– sunflowers, or something. Bit flashy, but Kuzuryuu can cut him some slack for it. It looks really nice on Hinata, either way, so. “Who else would have this shit?”

  “Maybe Komaeda,” Hinata suggests while Kuzuryuu opens the bathroom door, pulling out the green toothbrush (there’s a spare blue one, for Hinata, in case he stays over) and putting on some mint toothpaste. “He’s picked up gardening, hasn’t he?”

  “Him and Owari, yeah.” There’s a lull in the conversation, as he can’t exactly talk with toothpaste in his mouth, but he picks it up where he left off after he finishes. “Not sure how Owari got into it, actually, ‘cuz gardening never seemed to be her gig.”

  Hinata leans against the wall. “The food, probably. Even though Komaeda’s luck keeps fucking up the strawberries, according to Hanamura. I wouldn’t really know, I don’t swing by there much, y’know, but. Probably for that.” Kuzuryuu nods, sliding on some pants and picking up his phone. Hinata straightens, already moving to nudge the door open. “Ready to head out?”

  “Don’t know what else I’d be doing.” Hinata just snorts in lieu of a response, gesturing for Kuzuryuu to walk out first before closing the door behind them.

  Hinata’s right, it is a bit cooler. It’s a subtle kind of difference, one that comes from knowing the island like the back of his hand, being able to tell when a storm’s about to hit and give them a shit ton of rain, or when it’s about to be super fucking arid, enough to give at least one dumbass heatstroke (fucking Souda and his stupid ass machine work, in the middle of the sun, with metal, and no water, for hours, in the fucking sun). It comes with time, basically.

  And it’s sort of a neat thing. It should be boring, once again, but, eh. He likes it. 

  He thinks about that, sometimes.

  Then Hinata makes an awkward gesture in an attempt to subtly ask to hold Kuzuryuu’s hand, and he stops focusing on the weather and all that bullshit, and more on his stupidly endearing boyfriend. 

  Kuzuryuu intertwines their fingers and mumbles, “You can just ask to hold my hand, dipshit.”

  “You looked like you were thinking about something,” Hinata defends mildly. “So I didn’t want to, uh, just. Jar you straight out of that?” 

  It’s pretty considerate of him, Kuzuryuu considers, even though it’s kind of just inefficient, like the weird waffling they did when they first got together. Which is always really funny to think about in retrospect, because, like, the two of them have always been close. Back in the simulation, they got along decently well, and in the miserable months after waking up, the two of them would stay the night with each other all the time, doing scattered things across the island to distract themself, hugging each other when the days got shitty. 

  It only really made sense, then, that they had some kind of charisma between them back then. It only took everyone waking up and shit calming down, managing to get some kind of therapy across the shitty telephone lines that the Future Foundation got them, for them to even think about that shit. But, hey, they got there in the fucking end, with the help of the others, like, trying to get them past the yearning into an actual confession.

  (Kuzuryuu still remembers the humiliation of Souda and Komaeda– fucking Souda and Komaeda– being the ones that helped him talk to Hinata about it. Souda, who is the definition of running himself in circles, romantically speaking, and Komaeda, who wouldn’t know how to confess to someone normally if a walk-through manual slapped him in the fucking face.

  … Not that Hinata’s help was much better. Sonia and Tanaka were pushing for him to confess to Kuzuryuu with a fucking shell. Like, just a cool looking shell, that they thought would appeal to Kuzuryuu’s fiery energies, or something.

  Hinata still ended up giving Kuzuryuu the shell, for the record. But Kuzuryuu was a lot more invested in kissing his new boyfriend, at the time. It’s still… somewhere in his room. Just, as a little memory. Or something like that.)

  Hinata squeezes his hand again, and Kuzuryuu jolts back to reality. He laughs at himself a bit. “Sorry, I was just, like, thinking about the shitshow that was us trying to get together, all that time back.”

  He tilts his head, olive green eyes softening. “How come?”

  “Because you trying to hold my hand was awkward as hell.”

  The soft eyes are immediately hidden with an eye roll. “Fuck off.” 

  Kuzuryuu snorts, nudging him with his shoulder before they continue walking to the dining hall. “Seriously, though. That was such a fuckin’ week, wasn’t it? Hell, I still think about Komaeda looking me straight in the eyes and calling me an idiot.”

  “I’m still not entirely sure that one happened,” Hinata jokes. “Like. I know Komaeda is kind of… a lot, but the fact that he just called your ass out, then and there, is so much. Then again, Sonia called me a dense motherfucker, so.”

  “You are a dense motherfucker.”

  “I am not a dense motherfucker.” Kuzuryuu shoots him a look, and Hinata sighs. “Okay. Sometimes, I am a dense motherfucker. But I did know you liked me! I just can’t, uh, interpret half my emotions at any hour of the day.”

  The Kamukura effect, Kuzuryuu calls it in his head, but he doesn’t, like, verbally say that. Not that it would be an issue– Kuzuryuu is kind of adjusted to Kamukura suddenly fronting, and the two of them get along decently well, but. Y’know. It’s just kind of a weird thing to say, he thinks. “Yeah, I mean, that’s fair. We were still pretty fresh out of everything, I can imagine you had more going on.”

  “Yeah.” 

  Kuzuryuu shoots Hinata a look, taking in the slightly pensive expression, before impulsively standing on his toes to kiss his cheek. His face erupts in a blush, because Hinata isn’t the most accustomed to physical touch, still, and Kuzuryuu takes the chance to say, “You aren’t stupid, though. You’re, like, really fuckin’ smart. And I get it. We all do.” 

  Hinata glances away in some failed attempt to hide his expression. “Thanks,” he mumbles, but he squeezes Kuzuryuu’s hand, so. He knows that the other gets what he’s getting at. He’s just flustered, sort of adorably, but Kuzuryuu would never admit that. He is not a sap.

  (Well. Hinata’s eyes sometimes remind him of the times long ago, back at home, where it was sunny and he felt sort of okay, actually. And he has nice hair, y’know, falling into his eyes but nice to touch. And he’s nice, like, a real sweet guy with a closed off heart that you can still sort of trust. And he reminds Kuzuryuu of the sunshine, just, entirely. 

  … So maybe a little bit, but, hey. One of them has to maintain the romantic coherency around here, and if they have to pass the baton of sentiment, so be it.)

  “You’re contemplative today,” Hinata remarks.

  “You spend half your time brooding and getting lost in thought, and you’re getting on my ass?”

  Hinata laughs, which makes Kuzuryuu’s scowl soften. “Fair enough. Sorry.”

  “You’re fine.” Kuzuryuu sighs. “Just. Thinking about us, again.”

  “That’s, uh, pretty sweet of you. Or just really, really sappy, I guess.”

  “Shut the literal fuck up.”

  “It wasn’t an insult.”

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They’re at the dining hall, now. As Hinata opens the door for them, the sound of the others becomes pretty apparent. Hanamura in the kitchen as usual, Tanaka and Souda’s voices distinct amidst the sound of everyone eating. There’s probably a few people missing– Komaeda and Owari come to mind, since Owari eats food unreasonably early sometimes, and Komaeda tends to show up when fewer people are there– but, since Hinata and Kuzuryuu got up sort of late, the rest are probably there.

  It’s… nice. Another one of those expected things, mundane as all hell and probably boring to literally anybody else, but Kuzuryuu likes it. Likes the way things flow, likes the routine, likes it all. Even when it’s, yeah, sometimes decently repetitive. 

  Hinata gets the door for them again– chivalrous dumbass– and Sonia immediately issues them a, “Good morning, Hinata-san, Kuzuryuu-san.”

  “What’s up.” Kuzuryuu lets go of Hinata’s hand to go and grab some food, his boyfriend engaging in an actual conversation with Sonia and Nidai. Kuzuryuu would like to later, no shit, but he’s hungry and Hanamura’s food calls to him. He gets himself some orange juice (that Hinata will probably steal from him, prompting an aghast orange juice and coffee, at once, are you fuckin’ serious? but, eh. Better than grabbing, like, milk or something). He also grabs some food, toast with some kind of spread Hanamura would give them the details of, before taking a seat.

  Souda slides across him, leaving whatever conversation he had been having with Tanaka to the wind. “Hey there, soul bro! How we vibing?”

  “Fine.” Kuzuryuu says with a shrug, instinctually scooting over as Hinata sits next to him.

  Souda gets out another, “Soul bro number two! How are you?”

  “Doing fine, Souda,” Hinata steals Kuzuryuu’s juice from the get go, so he kicks him under the table. Hinata stifles a laugh. “Tanaka’s giving you a death stare, though.”

  “Ugh, dammit. Prick’s been getting on me over crystals, or some shit.” Souda gets out of the chair, already walking back over to probably start another argument with no other pretense. It’s early enough in the morning that Kuzuryuu doesn’t second guess the weird interaction, though Souda has a tendency to start and end conversations in the worst, most abrupt way.

  He’s off, watching Souda and Tanaka go at each other while Koizumi sits tiredly near them, looking as if she’s debating whether to interfere or leave before Tanaka throws out an archaic insult, when Hinata moves to grab his hand and squeeze it. Kuzuryuu turns to look back at him, eyebrow raised. “What’s up?”

  “Uh, nothing, really,” Hinata replies, and Kuzuryuu almost looks away again before he blurts out, “I love you.”

  Kuzuryuu flushes, trying to roll his eyes to counteract it, but the awkwardly fond expression on Hinata’s face gives the impression that his plan didn’t work. Still, he keeps his voice casual (if not a bit softer, dammit Hinata, fucking contagious sentimental hours) as he replies, “Love you too, dipshit. Give me back my fuckin’ juice.”

  “Of course.” Hinata takes one more swig before giving it back, and it’s almost a quarter empty, so maybe Kuzuryuu should have let the bastard keep it, but, eh. He’s too busy focusing on the I love you thing, which they’ve said fairly often throughout their relationship, but, still. He used to think– and Hinata must have, too– that it needed to be saved for big occasions, like birthdays or anniversaries or the days that come particularly rough. But, Kuzuryuu thinks that they’re worth hearing any day, even the particular slow ones, like these.

  Later, they’ll probably go off to work around the island, separate for a bit to apply their talents wherever needed. Kuzuryuu will talk to his friends, hang out with Pekoyama a bit as she trains, and probably spend too much time contemplating to be productive.

  But, it’s still a nice day. Slow, and a bit chilly comparatively, but a nice day.

  And, hey. He can roll with that, he thinks. That they’ve earned their share of peaceful days after everything.

  He shoots a glance over at Hinata while he’s eating. His face is neutral as he fiddles with his sleeve and thinks about something, either entirely random (like the light fixtures, or something), or a topic a bit more serious that he might bring up to Kuzuryuu later. He’s come a long way, in being open with that, but also with just… everything. Both of them have. Hell, the reason they could get together was that growth, getting through it all, that bullshit. All of that shit, to get here.

  And, to be honest? Despite all the shit they went through, the shit that Kuzuryuu wished they didn’t have to go through, wouldn’t have gone through again no matter what…

  … he’s pretty fucking happy that the two of them are here.

  Together.

[trustsalvatorewriting]

wasteland, baby! | kol mikaelson - chapter eleven

Summary: Kol makes a deal with the Hollow to revive the first woman he ever loved. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go as planned.

Trust’s Note: Please like and reblog! I hope you enjoy. I added some Rebekah and Aniya content for y’all <3

Word Count: 2,300

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten

❝ forgive me, for the things i did but most the ones i did not ❞

KOL WATCHED SILENTLY as Keres set a grimoire in front of him. The small building in the cemetary was lit up only by faded sunlight and several candles, scattered around the area. Aniya lifted an eyebrow at the witch, critical eyes watching for any reason to turn away from Keres and search elsewhere. Her mouth twitched when Keres suggested Henry Pearl's sacrifice, posture shifting at the smug look on the witch's face. Her fists clenched together, body void of any amusement as she prepared her attack against the younger witch.

Kol cleared his throat, stepping in front of Aniya. Frankly, he wasn't sure who he was protecting. He was only sure that there seemed to be a smug look on Keres's face. He narrowed his eyes, but quickly replaced it with a polite smile.

"The human is off the table, unfortunately. Perhaps we should move onto some other possible victims," Kol suggested. He all but shoved the grimoire in Keres's direction, a quiet suggestion that she find another solution.

It was an odd dynamic. Physically, Keres was much older than Aniya and Kol. She was a dark-skinned woman in her mid-to-late twenties, while Aniya and Kol were frozen in their teenage years. Still, Kol found himself a bit offended. Keres would have known to offer some respect to her elders.

Aniya lifted her chin, hand lightly pushing Kol to the side. She stared Keres in the eyes, as if daring the witch to lie to her. "You're quite insistent, aren't you? So willing to sacrifice my Henry for a spell you wouldn't stand to benefit from. Keres, he has no power; no ties to the supernatural world -- and yet, you suggest we trade his life for a thousand year old immortal witch?"

She had a sharp tongue for a girl her size. It was odd. She was different from the girl he'd found curled up in the foyer that night. Aniya Grover was strange, in a manner that made his lips curl at the edges and eyes glitter in amusement. She'd had a chameleon soul; an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean. Had it been Henry Pearl that awoke this fire within her?

Whatever the answer, Kol's stomach twisted at the seams. The thought of her wrapped in his arms was enough to make him gag. He couldn't bring himself to understand why.

Keres turned the grimoire in Aniya's direction, a smug look painted across her face as she pushed it toward her. "Sacrificed are more likely to work when the emotional bond is the same between the victim and the vessel. Tyaag spells are known for failing. It's more likely to work if you care as much about the person you're sacrificing, as you do the person you're trying to bring back. So, a best friend, a brother, a boyfriend..."

It registered then that Aniya had none of those. She'd only had Henry. Kol shifted his stance. If Keres's words were true and she chose to sacrifice someone she cared for, she could only choose Henry. As far as Aniya was aware, the Mikaelsons couldn't be killed. And regardless, she'd said once that they had all been family to her in her human days. Surely she wouldn't throw that away in exchange for a human she'd just met.

Surely she wasn't that idiotic.

Aniya's jaw clenched, a bitter smile spreading across her face. Her dark eyes bored into Keres's. "No."

Keres's eyes glimmered with delight, a smile spreading across her red lips. Her tone shifted, mocking the girl in front of her. "So you'll let an innocent human die in exchange for your brother? You are cruel, Aniya."

"He is innocent." Her confidence never seemed to waver. Her right hand clenched into a fist, the whites of her knuckles beginning to peak through her olive skin.

"Perhaps we should focus our attention on smaller spells," Kol cut in, the rising tension in the room seeming to eat away at him. "How many humans do we need for the memory spell? Fifteen? Fifty?"

"Five." Keres stared at him as if he'd gone mad. "One for each of the Mikaelson siblings."

Aniya questioned, "I thought Finn died."

"Mikaelsons never properly die. We never learned," Kol responded, then turned back to Keres. He would explain later. "Five humans in exchange for decades of memories. It's quite simple, don't you think?"

"You were humans when your memories were erased, so we only need to erase human memories." Keres explained. "They all need to be eighteen at the youngest and in their thirties, at the oldest."

Aniya frowned. "And what of Mikael and Esther? We won't be returning theirs?"

Kol nearly laughed at her question, the past centuries replaying in his brain. Mikael had hunted he and his siblings for centuries, in the hopes of murdering Niklaus and doing God knows what with the rest of them. He'd been killed and brought back countless times, once in particular as a result of Davina Claire.

Esther had been murdered by Niklaus a thousand years ago. She was killed and brought back several times as well, and each time she'd carried a sort of vendetta against her own children. It was as if she'd made it her life's goal to wipe them from the face of the Earth. But then, it had been Esther that had resurrected him in the body of a witch, and it had been Esther that introduced him to Davina.

Part of him resented her for it. Davina had made him a better person, that much was true. He'd fallen in love with her, convinced himself that the moon and sun rose and fell by her will alone. She had bewitched him, in ways he could not bring himself to justify nor understand. It had been Esther that introduced the pair; but then, it had been their meeting that caused Davina's death in the first place.

A heavy weight seemed to drop onto his chest. Aniya would never know the cruelty of his mother's actions. He might have envied her for it, but there seemed to be this part of him that felt a bit relieved.

"You're better off assuming they've truly died," Kol said after a moment.

"You two really have a thing for being melodramatic. Y'all deserve each other," Keres stated. "I'll get everything you need for the spell. Bring me five people, and I'll erase one year of their lives for each year you knew the Mikaelsons."

Aniya lifted an eyebrow. "And how do you benefit from this?"

"My people have lost their ties to the ancestors. We have no power and no idea how to practice earth magic. Tyaag magic is the closest thing we've got, so I wanna learn more about it," She answered almost too perfectly.

"These spells can't be practiced by ordinary witches--"

"So we'll make a new branch of magic," Keres shut her down immediately. "One where we don't have to die to become all powerful."

Aniya's face twisted into a glare, baring her teeth at the witch. Kol narrowed his eyes at Keres, immediately understanding the gravity of the situation. Tyaag magic had been forgotten, buried and disrespected for centuries. It had originated from polytheistic beliefs, with the hope of appeasing their gods. Aniya and her brother had given their lives to sacrificial magic and rituals, and now it would be stolen and forgotten without so much as a thought.

"People have lost their lives to practice these rituals," Aniya said. "You mean to tell me that you're willing to put the lives of children on the line, for the sake of convenience. You have the ability to practice earth magic, why not use it?"

"I'm trying to help you. Why ask so many questions?" Keres spoke as if Aniya were a child, trying to put her back in her place. Aniya seemed to fall back under Keres's gaze.

"I'll provide you your humans. I'll need only a few days."

She turned on her heel and made her way out of the cemetary building. Kol stared after her, a small voice in his head screaming to defend her against Keres. Before he could so much as let out a word, Keres said, "She's stubborn. You might want to find your humans sooner. I'm sure Klaus will figure out you're lying eventually, and we wouldn't want that."

'No.' Kol would be daggered and shoved in a box before he could begin to defend himself. In regards to Aniya, there was no telling how he would react to a betrayal from someone so foreign, and vulnerable. For all he knew, she would be killed as a form of punishment. His consequence for disobeying direct orders.

Niklaus had become a madman, a dictator over the years. Perhaps he'd spent a bit too much time with King Louis. Whatever the reason, it occurred to Kol that there was no telling how he would respond to twenty years of ancient memories being thrust toward him. He had hoped the twins had been close with Niklaus in their past lives. Then he might be a bit more lenient about completely slaughtering the poor girl.

Kol nodded half-heartedly at Keres and made his way out of the cemetary. Maybe there would be some humans in his path, grieving over a lost lover or family member. Maybe they would be heartbroken enough to wish to forget their grief, exchanging it for a bit of amnesia and the aching feeling that they were missing something... indespensable.

To be quite honest, Kol wasn't sure how he found himself in front of Davina's grave, how he'd somehow managed to wander there despite the exit being several paces away. He was met with a crack in the cement, the old stone beginning to harden, immortalizing the girl that lied behind it. He knew that he could not make anyone understand the insurmountable grief he held in his chest. He could not make anyone understand what was happening inside him, and he could not begin to explain it himself.

Immortals such as he should not have been able to love the way humans do. Humans loved based on survival, lived viscerally and vulnerable out of fear of their own morality. With the destruction of the stake, Kol feared nothing of the sort. Davina had feared it all, and she had loved him regardless of his dirtied fingers and blood-drenched lips. She had saved him, resurrected him when his family had all but forgotten him once more.

He knew he should have had the courage to move on. Humans die, witches die. It was what they were made to do -- and yet, he simply couldn't bring himself to let go of the girl that had loved him so dearly. The one that had given so much to ensure he would come back. He owed her that much.

It was when he turned the corner that he was pulled out his thoughts, attention now focused on a drunken man tossing old beer at a gravesite. Kol lifted an eyebrow.

"Excuse me." He made his way towards the man. The old man couldn't have been any younger than forty, perhaps fifty. He would be able to fill in for Finn. Nearly thirty years of memories shouldn't have too much of an affect on a bastard such as this.

"Oh, hello," He slurred, words tainted with a heavy Swedish accent. The man moved recklessly, beer spilling out of the bottle and landing on the ground. Kol wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Please, ignore me. I'm simply having a drink with my wife."

"Yes. Well, you're being quite disrespectful to her memory. Most men would kill to have had a happy marriage," Kol paused for a moment, his eyes fixating on the man's bruised knuckles. A bitter smile formed on his face. "Tell me about your wife."

"Ah, she was beautiful. We met in secondary school, you see. She was this tall brunette girl, quite beautiful in her own way. Our parents despised each other,  a sort of Romeo and Juliet-esque situation. We were together for two years before we ran off to America, claiming it was for university purposes." The old man had a tendency to stop in the middle of his sentences, taking a short sip of his drink. He let out a laugh. "My son does love to keep me away from this stuff. Says it's bad for me, the fucking idiot."

"Your son," Kol repeated, gaze flickering to his knuckles once more. His mouth began tasted of blood, a hatred beginning to sear inside of his chest. "Tell me, how did you manage to end up in New Orleans?"

"Ah, it was our first stop. Woman wanted to go to Tulane or whatever it was, but she chose me over her studies. Smart move on her behalf, perhaps one of her only ones," The man chuckled. "A while after, we found she was expecting. We had a boy, and she became ill a few years later. I stayed by her side during that time. I had promised her till death, of course. She was ungrateful nevertheless."

"How's your son?"

"Ah, he's all right now. Twenty-three, but works in a diner like his mother. Fucking idiot doesn't know how to make something of himself," He scoffed. "Sleeps all day, too."

It clicked then. Kol felt as though he'd ate the world raw. He nodded to himself and grabbed the man, wrapping a hand tightly around his mouth and squeezing until he went limp in his arms.

[artistocrazy]

Austria and a spouse (any/all/up to you) for the ship meme

DID SOMEBODY SAY SPAUS? (Technically I know this is open but my brain jumped right into SpAus, and considering I have a long fic dedicated to an Austria/Nyo!Spain Spaus AU, I want to get some content out there)

Domestic Ship Ask Meme

Who reaches out to new neighbors: Carmen usually gives the neighbors a good gague on what to expect because the woman is EXHAUSTINGLY sociable (in a good way - not like she sucks out your energy, it’s just that she’s such an extravert it can be intense and overwhelming). Roderich may bake the welcome cupcakes, but he’ll hear from her how the neighbors are (they’re also both gossips, though they keep it in house. Carmen likes to be informed and it’s a love language for her. Roderich relishes the scandal of it all and likes having someone to spill hot tea with).

Who remembers to buy healthy food: Carmen, typically, though neither of them will commit to eating any veggies raw. They’ve got to be cooked in something with flavor.

Who remembers to buy junk food: Again, Roderich bakes. He’ll buy ingredients for sweets and go on baking sprees. The cookie jar is never empty.

Who fixes the oven when it breaks: if they can’t hire someone to do it, they’ll try to do it together, because either one will snap if they try to figure it out on their own. So they’re a good gague on each other’s temper, and also should either of them get really bothered at the other covered in grease they can take a break upstairs (shower or otherwise).

Who waters the plants/feeds their pets: Rod’s definitely on the plants - quietly they’re his babies and he even names them. If Carmen gets a pet, it’s probably a turtle she dotes on.

Who wakes up earlier: Depends who has the earliest commitment. They both like to sleep in and are admittedly antisocial freshly woken up, though I think Carmen has a harder time getting herself out of bed. She’ll make groggy threats to pull Roderich back in bed, and he’ll respond with a sassy “you have to catch me first” type banter. So he’ll either coax her out of bed or she’ll nab him and he’ll be regrettably stuck.

Who makes the bed: Carmen, once she’s out of it.

Who makes the coffee: Roderich. They’re both coffee nuts, but Roderich’s withdrawal is worse and he’s already a grump freshly woken up, so he’s more inclined to press the coffee and have that smell release the tension in his neck. He also likes seeing the relief on Carmen’s face at pouring a fresh cup.

Who burns breakfast: Carmen’s more likely to do it, though neither one has burned breakfast in a long time. She is the kind of cook to have several burners going and keep the fan on and windows open. Girl uses more olive oil to pan fry things.

How do they let each other know they’re leaving the house: Definitely a couple to kiss goodbye. Calls around the house to find the other, a brief sum-up on where they’re going, an exchange on if they need anything while they’re out, a kiss, and an “I love you” before they’re out the door.

How do they greet each other when one of them gets home: lip kiss and check in. Carmen strikes me as more of a businesswoman, so I figure she comes home later from work than her music prof husband. Though if either of them are traveling for performance engagements and they have to be separated, they mark the day on the calendar to pick them up from the airport. Roderich would come pick her up with sweets or flowers. Carmen would come ready to hug him first thing in the airport and ask about the gig. Rod would be the kind of pickup to hide out in the rental lot drop off and wait for her to text him when she arrives while he listens to his tunes (prior to that he’d brave the arrival lanes to take her home, since he’s sure she’ll be tired and want to get home immediately). Carmen would park the car in the rental lot or Uber herself to the airport, so while she waits she can make a fuss about her husband being an important musician while chitchatting with other people in the arrival lobbies, and she can focus all her attention on him once they reunite.

Who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often: Roderich is a flowers and chocolate man, for sure. But Carmen knows Roderich likes it when she picks up a treat for him. She brings him a little bag of chocolates at the university? He scares his students walking around with the sweetest smile on his face.

Who picks the movie for movie night: they alternate, and they both like to stretch their palette and try something new. Carmen likes surprising Roderich with certain comedies or bad films to see him laugh or generally react (if there’s a Hasselhoff cameo, the film’s on her list, just so she hears the gloriously enraged and beleaguered “David Michael Not-Worth-The-Goddam Hasselhoff!” at his poor film choices), though she also enjoys historical dramas. Roderich likes watching horror movies with Carmen because she huddles up close to him and he gets to be brave in front of her explaining how ridiculously fake it all is (he doesn’t get many chances to be the brave one of the pair and quietly likes it when she clings to him for safety)

Their favorite kind of movie to watch: For the both of them? Movie musicals - Rod gets to appreciate the music, while Carmen focuses on the choreography.

Who first suggests a pillow fort: At first I was going to say Carmen, but the more I think about it the more it seems likely Roderich would suggest a cuddle nest to relax in. Carmen can get bogged down by a lot of stress and Roderich helps her unwind and let her hair down with little things. A pillow fort would be something he could see her love doing but not tell him because she doesn’t want him to think she’s silly.

Who builds the pillow fort: Carmen can be a bit of a pillow princess (I know what I said), so I think she’d boss Rod around about how it should be built and where it should go and he’d mainly be the one to set it up. Lazy as he can be, Roderich likes being outbossed by his wife (it’s a bit of a Buttercup/Wesley dynamic, except in this case Wesley would be sassier about how gratuitous the directions can get while still doing them and maintaining eye contact)

Who tries to distract the other during the movie: They both do it, though Carmen more as a goof or a snuggler (she readjusts positions to be more noticed sometimes since she likes attention and isn’t afraid to ask for it). Roderich might suggest/initiate making out during a scary movie, and it usually works unless Carmen’s too far gone and says “Like that couple in the car that got hacked to bits? I don’t think so!” And at that point it’s just close cuddling until the film is over... and Roderich will bring up the suggestion again when he thinks she feels safer. Pet names are a good indication - the shorter his name, the more interested she is in anything steamy.

Who falls asleep first: Carmen. She sleeps longer than Roderich, but her dozing off is more gradual and noticeable with how her eyes droop. Roderich will help guide her up to bed after a long day, carrying her in some instances where he feels very generous and thinks she might like it. If Roderich’s asleep first, he might be sick and Carmen goes into full-on nurturing mode.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Roderich/Carmen. Though on occasion Carmen helps him relax by being the big spoon. Carmen likes it when he hugs her from behind or runs his hands through her hair or kisses her shoulders or neck. Carmen gives good , warm hugs and traces patterns on his skin with her nails, and if that leads to a massage she’s the one with magical fingers of the pair.

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TFWB - Chap 5 Our Bar

Summary: Jared and the boys head out to their favorite bar to meet up with Jared’s childhood best friend. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Rachel Sanderson (OFC), Reader Pairing: No Pairing Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1500 Squared Filled: Best Friends Since Childhood A/N #1: This is for @spnfluffbingo​ card

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Jared was in the backyard laying out on a blanket with a book he had picked up from a resale shop. Having Misha in the house brought a whole new dynamic especially since he and Jensen were becoming close friends. At times, it had Jared missing his best friend from home. They talked all the time on the phone and wrote to each other every week. It just was not the same as seeing her in person.

“Jare, Rachel is on the phone.” Jensen called out from the back door.

He quickly got up taking the receiver from him, “Hey Rach, how was KU?”

She groaned loudly as he chuckled, “It was as I expected, bor-ring. However it appeased the ‘rents so now I can finally visit the college I want to see.”

His heart thumped rapidly against his chest, “You mean…”

“That’s right, you better make room for me because I will be down a week from tomorrow!” the excitement in her voice was contagious.

“Rach, that’s wonderful news! I can’t wait to show you around Austin and campus.” Jared was genuinely giddy with joy for his best friend to visit.

They met in grade school when a bully was pushing her around and he swooped in to save her. They were inseparable after that and as they got older the rumors of them dating ran wild. They were each other’s dates to every school dance and the few relationships they each had never lasted long. Every girl Jared every girl dated always ended up jealous of Rachel and with good reason.

In his eyes, Rachel was perfect in every way. No one ever lived up to her, but Jared was never brave enough to admit his feelings for her. His fear being that he would ruin their friendship if she did not feel the same way. He buried his feelings down deep and was grateful to have her in his life.

“Jared!” she called out grabbing his attention again.

“Sorry, Jensen was distracting me. What did you say?”

She chuckled, “I said I’m going to be meeting up with another friend of mine at The Tiniest Bar in Austin. Is that an actual bar?”

Jared started laughing, “Yes it is. Actually, it’s the bar that us guys always go to on Friday nights. They have great drink specials. We could just meet you there and who is the friend?”

“Oh, her name is (Y/N). We had some of the same classes at community college and we really hit it off. She is living in the dorms at UT-Austin and is letting me crash there.”

Jared’s heart dropped slightly that she was not going to be staying with him. The wave of sadness passed quickly as her excitement seeped through. She told him all the details of her planned trip and set on a time to meet up at the bar. It was only when Jensen was tackling him to get off the phone that he ended the call.

“So, I finally get to meet the amazing Rachel.” He chuckled as Jared nodded quickly coming to a terrifying realization.

What happened if she met Jensen and they fell for each other. Red flashed before his eyes as a low growl bubbled in his chest. Countless times, Jared watched as women fell head over heels for Jensen and he was sure Rachel would do the same. That thought alone made Jared want to punch something.

“Who’s Rachel?” Misha’s calm voice pierced through the maddening thoughts going through Jared’s mind.

“Rachel is Jared’s best friend from San Antonio who he happens to be in love with.”

Jared’s eyes snapped over to Jensen’s who gave him an all knowing look, “How…?”

He rolled his olive eyes, “Please, you would have to be blind not to see that you have feelings for her. I just don’t understand why you won’t tell her and ask her out.”

“I… well… I have my reasons. I’m gonna go work on some homework.” Jared stammered walking away from both his roommates, his cheeks burning as he walked up the stairs.

The week flew by and Jared found himself nervously pacing in his room an hour before having to meet Rachel. He had not noticed Misha leaning against his door frame with a look of concern on his face.

“You’re going to wear out the floor if you keep pacing.”

Jared stopped rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling, “Yeah I guess you’re right.” He sat down on his bed bouncing his leg.

Misha came in shutting the door and sat beside him, “What’s going on? You’re obnoxiously nervous.” He gently placed his hand on Jared’s knee to keep his leg from bouncing.

“It’s nothing.” He mumbled looking down to the floor.

“Uh-huh. Jared, no judgements from me. I just think you should get whatever it is off your chest before going out. Less chance of you making a fool of yourself.”

He eyed Misha suspiciously before giving in, “Jensen was right. I do have feelings for Rachel and I’m… I’m terrified that if she meets you guys then…”

His roommate’s blue eyes softened , “You think she will fall for one of us and vice versa.”

He nodded the weight of his confession making his shoulders slump over. Misha patted his back, “Here’s how I see it. One, you can keep your feelings bottled up like you are and push her towards another man. Or two, you can grow a pair and tell her how you feel. Now, I have a sneaky feeling that number two will reap you more than number one. Don’t worry about Jensen or me because we won’t break the code.”

Jared smiled, “Bros before hoes.”

Misha stood up laughing, “Exactly. Now get ready because we’re leaving in ten.”

“Misha?” Jared called out as he turned in the doorway, “Thanks.”

He gave him a short nod before exiting the room. Jared quickly put on his favorite button down shirt, faded jeans and boots. He ran his hands through his long hair and made his way downstairs to find his roommates waiting for him. They piled into Jensen’s Pathfinder and headed off to their favorite bar.

Upon entering The Tiniest Bar in Austin, Jared did a quick scan of the small establishment not seeing Rachel anywhere. It had been almost a year since he last saw her and was worried he might not recognize her. They grabbed a table near the back ordering a bucket of beer. Jared’s eyes snapped over to the door every time he heard it chime. Finally, Jensen challenged him to a dart game to distract him.

He was getting ready to throw when suddenly a pair of small arms wrapped around his waist, “Gotch ya, Jare!”

Rachel’s sweet voice was music to his ears as he turned not hesitating to pick her up into a big hug. Her joyful laugh filled his ears as she held onto him tightly. He did not want to let go of her, but did as she quickly pulled someone up to him.

“(Y/N) this is Jared. Jared this is (Y/N).”

They shook hands saying hello to one another. She was pretty with soft (Y/C/H) hair pulled back and lovely (Y/C/E) eyes looking away bashfully. (Y/N) was in a UT-Austin t-shirt, jeans and black Converse. He looked up to see Misha elbowing Jensen who was staring right at her. Jared immediately exhaled the breath he had been unknowingly holding.

“Rachel and (Y/N) these two knuckleheads are my roommates, Misha and Jensen.” He went in between the two pulling them into the little huddle.

Misha elbowed Jensen in the side when he didn’t reach out to shake the girls’ hands. He stuttered through his name as his eyes never left (Y/N). Jared chuckled as he motioned for two more beers. The five of them fell into easy conversation and the night ended up being one of the best Jared had in a long time.

The guys walked the girls to their car and Jared was able to get Rachel to himself for a moment, “So what do you think so far?”

Her arms were around his waist as they walked down the street. She looked up smiling, pulling something from her purse to show him. She broke away from him as he read the first few lines of the letter.

“You already applied!” He stopped for a moment as she nodded excitedly.

“Of course I did. Honestly, I already had my mind made up since you were here and (Y/N). Of course, my parents think I’m just following you down here, but honestly I just like their education courses better than any other school.”

Jared hugged and picked her up twirling her around. Everyone else had stopped when they heard her giggling. They caught up to the rest of the group and suddenly everything seemed to be perfectly in place making Jared beyond happy.

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[formulazero]

You've created a racing team last week so how about a another team but in a non motor-sport of your choice. Which driver would be in your team? Which sport would you choose? Who would be captain (if it's a team sport)? Who would be the coach?

hello fe anon!!

so a little while back i assigned the f1 2020 grid seats/boats/etc. as if they were a crew and i am just going to do that again but for the fe 2021 grid

this got mad long! it will be below the cut.

i’m not gonna limit myself to just 8s & other sweep boats bc thats boring as fuck SO:

our first boat is gonna be the eight though and that would be: nyck cox, sam stroke, oliver turvey 7seat, nico 6seat, edo 5seat, tom 4seat, max 3seat, andre 2seat, jev bow. this is a bit of a weird lineup, but hear me out. nyck is coxing because hes pocket sized. sorry nyck. i also think he would be good at it, though!! he’s loud but very calm & i think he’d be a good steady hand to steer and run the crew. sam would be an excellent stroke– consistent, strong, That Bitch– and oli turvey– also consistent & strong & that bitch– would round out that pair very well. think the two of them together are pretty smart & would be able to respond to nyck’s direction very well. nico, edo, tom, & max are all pretty strong and consistent they just have middle of the 8 vibes idk what to tell u. very strongly believe that nico and tom are port & edo and max are starboard. its the vibes. our bow pair is ofc jeandre because they work very well together & they have bow pair energy. really its just vibes but it makes sense trust me

our second boat would be a quad with antonio bow, robin 2seat, alex lynn 3seat, and mitch stroke. feel like mitch is pretty consistent & steady, & antonio is generally pretty aware of his surroundings & good at steering/leading his crew/whatever. think robin would be an EXCELLENT seat pair w/ antonio & the same for alex w/ mitch. overall, a pretty synched up, fast boat! they would 100% be so annoying off the water though like could you IMAGINE. these are the bitches that put a hammock up in the trailer and somehow you’re both jealous that you didnt think of it sooner and annoyed because you can’t put your shit in the trailer with how low they tied it

our third boat is a séb (bow) and oliver rowland (stroke) double because i think it would be fun and also its very perfect for the two of them

our fourth boat is gonna be the novice four of nick stroke, jake 2seat, norman 3seat, and sergio in bow, coxed by alexander sims. theyre strong but a mess. don’t worry, they’ll get the hang of it! they’re in good hands w/ alexander, he’s calm and knows what he’s doing. 

our fifth boat is a double (because fuck pairs all my homies hate pairs. also doubles my beloved <3) of stoffel (stroke) and pascal (bow). its a weird pairing, but it makes sense. stof is consistent & determined, & pascal is really dynamic & smart. theyd work well together, i think!

our coaches are the audi boys! rene’s head coach, he makes sure the novices don’t drown & makes sure shit is running. lucas is the asshole coach that knows a lot about what he’s talking about and is super helpful but also you’re scared of him and you don’t want him to pay attention to you on test piece days. and yes, daniel is here too, because i miss him. daniel is the coach that used to row for the team but got too old and doesn’t have anything better to do so he’s kinda one of the boys except he’s driving the launch now

anyway thats a super long breakdown but i stand by it <3

[the-slut-verses]

tct final thoughts

oh boy this is gonna be a long one,,, i’m gonna begin with the things that i liked so that 1) it doesn’t feel like i just wasted my time when i could’ve been listening to literally to any of the hundreds of other podcasts im subscribed to and 2) this show did so many things right, i wouldn’t be as emotionally invested and fired up about it as i am if it was just  a purely garbage show

everyone in the cast gave just stellar performances especially adam and caleb’s actors,,, gosh that final confrontation in ep 19 where they had that big long talk about their feelings and it was so raw and real and genuine,,, how having mental baggage really just can fuck with a good healthy relationship no matter how much the people love each other and mean well

going into this show, i wasn’t looking forward to hearing about adam and caleb having been broken up cuz that just seemed, so out of character from where we last saw them in the original series,,, but i was pleasantly surprised with just how enjoyable their new dynamic as awkward exes that are still just completely in love with each other,,, i love this drama,, i love seeing these disasters inadvertently hurt each other (honestly it kinda worked too well cuz,,, more on that in the negative section)

CAITLIN! I love caitlin so much!!! and i just love her dynamic with adam,, i mean like, fried rice nights, shared google calendars, stressing out over essays that aren’t due for months,, i love these two!! also it’s so fresh cuz like,, usually it’s just the one nerdy loner character,, but here we get two and they’re just lovely for each other,,, lol i can totally see these dudes just moving in together and just getting married if they’re still both single by age 40 for the tax benefits

she was only in a couple of episodes,,, but i love love hearing joan again, especially that bit where caleb just infodumps at her all the shit he’s going through and she’s just 0_o that was such a fun throwback

minor thing, but the confirmation that the bryants are asian (when mark got oliver to take off his shoes when entering his house)

the soundscape and music was phenomenal! one of the most well done soundscapes i’ve ever had the pleasure of listening to,,, and the theme was stuck in my head all week

now,, all the things that i hated:

super mixed feelings about the bu crew,,,, im a fan of ride or die friendships, like what they were trying to go for here,, but like,,, the characters here aren’t very likable,,,

frankie’s flirting at caitlin came across as creepy rather than charming and it frustrates me so much that they got paired off by the end

i don’t get what ben’s deal is,,, i didn’t get much of their character outside of them being kidnapped and being a powerful atypical as plot device

and sadie’s just,,, she’s such a dick to adam and caitlin, constantly belittling and invalidating their feelings,,that line about her getting to be angry at adam and caleb but adam not being allowed to,,, just made my blood boil

also the characters act like she has just Very Good Takes:tm: on life and the human condition when they’re very much Not

honestly overall i don’t get what their deal is,, like what they’ve been through as friends, why they care for each other, how they got that way,,, and i don’t really have much reason to care for them

the adam caleb drama was so fun and like,,, honestly i was rooting for them to stay fucking apart by the end of the series,,, the weird pacing this show was going for made their ending feel super fucking rushed,, and they have way more fucking shit to deal with and talk about,,, and we’ll never get to see that cuz the show thought a tacked on ancient atypical cult conspiracy was more interesting,, which is a real fucking shame cuz what appealed so much about the original show is all the talking about feelings,,,

everything about the time fucking book and the atypical cult was not very compelling and felt forced and rushed and tacked on and there are so many plotholes,,, like,,, what are a bunch of fucking college kids gonna do about a conspiracy that’s been going on for generations,, and apparently even people like the am or the order can’t deal with them,, cuz they’re super hidden or whatever,,, but ppl just randomly hanging out in the library can fucking overhear all their bullshit

i was never given any believable explanation about why they can’t just ask the am to deal with this nonsense,,, when two very powerful people in the am care very deeply about the characters in the midst of this dangerous plot,,, and they already knew about it but did fucking nothing,,, and they keep fucking lampshading it but not actually address it. this whole nonsense felt like a ploy to get adam and caleb to talk to each other again when they seriously didn’t need it

blackwell was such a bad villain,, he was so melodramatic but not even in a fun way,,, and uggh,,, i can’t help but compare the new villains, this blackwell and hellen(?i can’t even remember her name) with the ones in the original series, wadsworth, agent green, damien,,, and the new ones feel like cartoon caricactures compared to how much nuance and depth and humanity the old antagonists were written with

also like,, the more information about the wider atypical world that’s laid out, the less fun and the less sense it makes,,, atypical secret societies are a thing??? and it’s also possible to find atypical communities online??? that just cheapens all of damien’s angst about being alone and not even knowing the word atypical until he met joan,, as well as how the order and the am value keeping knowledge of atypicals top secret, it doesn’t add up

it bothered me how they mentioned it should be impossible to turn a normal person into an atypical when like,, hello??? frank’s right there???

fuck oliver,,, there’s nothing fucking likable about this asshole,,he’s selfish, manipulative, a coward, smug,,, and not even in any charming or sympathetic ways,, he feels super tacked on,,, like he’s only there cuz the bullshit ancienty conspiracy plot demands it and i do not for one second believe any of the characters care about him

mark was just,,, so fucking under utilized,,, the characters always talk up caleb and mark’s brotherly bond, about how much they care for each other and how much he’s helped him out,, that’s really interesting i would actually like to fucking see it please,,, overall mark feels like his main point in this series is to just be an accessory to oliver

what the fuck do you mean that mark considers him his bestfriend?!?!? ano po?? tangina,, sam’s right fucking there,, and oliver has never shown in any genuine that he cares about mark and i don’t fucking see what mark sees in this guy

you know,,, all that fucking forced ship tease between these is literally the final nail in the coffin of my enjoyment of this universe,,, like you’re telling me that these two are actually gonna get together?? fuck that noise good fucking bye i want nothign to do with this series anymore

conclusion: i am just,, completely fucking done with this universe,,, honestly,, normally im not one to hate listen,, if i don’t like something,, i’ll just drop it and say it’s not my thing and move on..and im not one to just angrily yell about it into the void. but i can’t with this show,,, the original show really just meant the world to me,,, it was with me at some of the darkest points in my life and was one of the things that got me through em (cuz hey i can’t afford therapy and this show made a p good substitute at times asdkfljsad)..

i felt so betrayed,,, i really opened up myself to this one for all that. i should’ve learned my lesson after the disaster that was tama,,, the needless killing agent green was an indication of things to come,,, but i was cautiously optimistic for this show,, cuz it seemed they were going back to their roots by doing a story that’s more on just characters learning how to person and talk about their feelings,,, but oh god how badly was i mistaken,, they shoehorned another bs thriller action plotline when the characters by themselves were enough,,, and it seems that this is the direction this universe is taking,,, i want absolutely nothing more to do with,, im gonna unsub to the original feed and just block out all the tags and pretend i never interacted with this franchise in the first place

[calpalirwin]

Thick as Thieves

Summary: Luke and Leia have always been the closest out of the Hemmings siblings. But will they remain thick as thieves when Luke gains more brothers?

A/N: Sort of an anon request in that more brother!luke was written. So here’s a (badly constructed?) plot for that. 

Content: Mostly sibling dynamics with some build up of Ash and Leia dynamics

Word Count: 2.5k

And away, and away we go!

—

Leia’s hand smeared the ink on her paper as the loud guitar chord rang out. She pushed the assignment aside and went stalking down the hallway. She didn’t bother knocking, instead shoving the door open and putting her hands on her hips. “Could ya not?!”

“Could ya knock?!” Luke shot back, quickly getting up and crossing the room to slam the door in her face. 

Leia was quicker, her hand shooting out to brace against the doorframe. “I’m trying to study, dumbass. I know school isn’t important to you anymore, but it still means something to us nobodies.”

“School’s still important to me! I just have to practice!” His irritation faded as the nerves he’d been trying to get rid of set in again. “We have a show tonight,” he confided. 

“Oh, shit, really?” Leia asked, her blue eyes lighting up in excitement. 

“Yeah,” he continued, fiddling with his fingers. “This isn’t just us messing around anymore. This is like a real show. With real people.”

“You don’t even have a drummer though,” she pointed out the flaw in his plan. 

“Yeah, Mike found a guy. Think he said his name was Ashton. I dunno.”

“Oh? Does he know your songs?”

“The ones were gonna do, yeah. Or he said he did anyway. I dunno. I hope so.”

“You’ll do great, Lu-lu,” she told him. He may annoy her to death sometimes, but he was still her twin brother. And they were thick as thieves their whole life together. “Mum driving you?”

“Yeah,” he said, glancing at the time on his phone. “If she ever gets here…” He swore under his breath. 

“Relax, she’ll be home in like five minutes, watch.” Then, “Is that what you’re wearing to your show?”

Luke glanced down at his plain tank too, blue skinny jeans, and Converse. One foot shifted to rest on the other. “What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?”

She ruffled his hair playfully. “Nothing. Can I come?”

“No way! I'm about to be a rockstar, Le-le. I can’t have my baby sister and Mum at my show. And stop messing up my hair!”

“All the rockstars have messy hair,” she teased, musing up his hair more with both her hands. 

“No, they don’t! Quit it!”

“Say I can come and I’ll stop,” she taunted.

“Fine! Alright! But you’re sitting in the back and keeping your mouth shut.”

“You got yourself a deal,” she agreed and dropped her hands.

“Yeah, yeah. Now get lost.”

~~~

Luke had wandered off, his face a sickly green, so Leia had taken the initiative to tune his guitar. “He’s lucky to have you,” Mike told her.

“Please,” she scoffed. “He didn’t even want me here. He wants nothing to do with me now that he has you guys.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! All he does is go on about how smart you are and that you’re the real ticket to him being somebody. Says you got a brain for business. Says we should actually thank you for this,” Mike told her, gesturing around the building. “So, thanks. Although, you coulda waited til we had a drummer.”

Leia blushed. She had secretly emailed the videos of her brother to various music venues. He thought he was YouTube good. She knew he was better. And too shy to take that risk himself. “Well you got one anyway, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, we’ll see how he works out. He’s a little older so I’m not sure how he’s gonna feel about being with us ya know? But he’s good.”

“Is he cute?”

“Not as cute as me.”

Leia laughed. She had always liked Mike. He was wild in a way that was fun rather than dangerous. But she wasn’t attracted to him that way. “I’m not gonna date ya, Mikey.”

“I know. How’s… what’s his name…”

“Oliver?” she offered up the name of the boy she was currently crushing on.

“Yeah, him!”

“He’s whatever,” she shrugged. “I thought he was into me, but then I think Luke said something to him.”

“Well if Luke doesn’t like him then…”

Leia laughed again. “Luke needs to learn when to butt out.”

“Funny,” Mike laughed with her. “He says the same thing about you.”

“Yeah, but you guys need me, let’s face it.”

“True that,” Mike agreed. Then, “Oh, hey! Ash! Ya made it!” Mike called out to a lanky boy with straightened hair, fist clenched uncertainly around a pair of drumsticks.

The teenager’s eyes lit up in realization of a familiar face and he rushed over. “Hey, Mike. So this is the place, huh?” he asked, spinning around in a slow circle.

“Yup, this is it. Need help unloading your drums?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Hey, I’m Ashton,” the newcomer said, offering his hand to Leia.

“Leia,” she smiled, shaking his hand.

“I thought you said the other guitarist was a guy too,” Ashton questioned Mike as the trio walked out to a minivan.

“He is. This is his little sister,” Mike said, flinging his arm around Leia’s shoulders and grinning.

“Oi! Piss off!” Leia shoved Mike off of her. She hated being introduced that way. “Luke, the other guitarist, is my twin brother. And he’s… somewhere,” she explained to Ashton.

Ashton giggled, a boyish sound that made Leia forget all about Oliver. And when that smile revealed a dimple, she wasn’t sure any of her crushes could compare to what she was feeling now.

~~~

“How’d you even get these mics?” Luke marveled as he checked that the main camera had them all in view.

“I got connections, Lu-lu,” Leia grinned as she played with the settings on the camera in her hands.

Ashton, Calum, and Mike snickered into their hands at the nickname. “Lu-lu!” they sang-teased.

Luke’s cheeks flushed bright red. “You really have to be here?”

Leia rolled her eyes. “This isn’t some cover, Lucas. This is your own material. It needs more than one angle.”

“How much of this did Mum teach you and how much is this you thinking you know what you’re doing? Luke asked, skeptically as he took his spot on the couch next to Calum.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the real answer to,” Leia told him.

Luke groaned in response. “You better know what you’re doing.”

“Stick to singing and playing guitar. Leave the technical side to the experts.”

“You’re not an expert! You’re fifteen!”

“You’re not in a band! You’re fifteen!” she shot back. If he could be in a band he was determined to take as far as he could take it, why couldn’t she be a media expert?

“Luke, didn’t you say she got us that gig a few months back?” Ashton cut in.

“Yeah…”

“Maybe she knows what she’s doing,” he defended, with a soft smile in Leia’s direction.

“At least someone in this band has a brain,” Leia said with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Hey!” Calum and Mike pouted.

“Oh, whatever.” Leia moved over to the camera on the stand. “Ready?” she checked, finger hovering over record.

All four boys let out a collective nervous chuckle before nodding.

Leia hit record on both cameras then nodded silently back, letting them know it was okay to start.

“Hey, I’m Mike,” Mike started.

“I’m Calum.”

“I’m Luke.”

“And I’m Ashton.”

“And we’re 5 Seconds of Summer, and this is our song Gotta Get Out,” Luke continued the small intro, a nervous hand pushing his hair out of his face.

They started playing and Leia moved soundlessly about the room, getting different close up shots from various angles. Ashton heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears every time Leia got closer to him, his grin growing. He liked the way she was comfortable around them. That she didn’t run up to her room to hide when they came over, but rather joined in on the fun. Or in this case, offered her help.

When Ashton undercut Luke’s lyrics with a gently crooned, “Gotta get, gotta get out,” Leia’s head swam as she zoomed in on his soft smile.

~~~

“You’re what?!” Leia screeched, blue eyes flashing dangerously.

“I’m going to London with the band!” Luke repeated, his enthusiasm not faltering.

“And just what are you gonna do in London?!” she demanded.

“Make it big time!” His enthusiasm gave way to hot-headed defense.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here?!”

“You’d ask me to give up my dream? That’s pretty selfish of you, don’t ya think?”

“Selfish?! I’ve bent myself over backwards for you and your stupid band! I’m the one who got you your first gig! I’m the one who edited your videos for you! Me! And now you’re just gonna up and leave?!”

“Then what’d you do it for if you didn’t want me to leave?!”

“Because you’re my brother and I believe in you! I’m always gonna be on your side! I just didn’t think you’d leave like it was nothing! I figured you’d at least act a little sad…” Her voice began to wobble as her vision got blurry. “It’s been me and you since day 1, Lu-lu. And now you’re just gonna be gone?”

“You’re still gonna have Mum and Dad. And Ben and Jack,” he assured her his own fight leaving him at the look of heartbreak etched on her face. “And if you don’t think I’m not gonna miss you like crazy… or that I won’t come home at the drop of a hat if you need me… Le-le, you’re still my sister. No matter what this world throws my way, nothing is going to change that, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

~~~

6 Years Later

“And this is Luke,” Leia smiled, finally introducing her boyfriend to her twin brother.

“Nice to meet ya,” Luke grinned, shaking Wyatt’s hand. “Glad to finally put a face to name.”

“Same,” Wyatt laughed. “You should hear the way she goes on about her brother, the rockstar, out living the dream life in LA.”

Luke’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he laughed nervously. “You should hear the way she goes about you,” Luke offered up.

It was Leia’s cheeks who turned pink this time. “And, we’re done here,” she said, tugging on Wyatt’s arm.

Both men shared a laugh over her embarrassment. “She’s modest. She calls me the rockstar, but I couldn’t have done any of it without her,” Luke continued to brag.

“Tell me about it,” Wyatt agreed. “Can’t compliment her without-”

“Without her completely shutting it down, I know!” Luke laughed.

“Oh, my God, I hate you both… so fuckin’ much…” Leia groaned into her hands. “I’m gonna go catch up with the guys. You two have fun. And don’t embarrass me!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” they both fake promised.

“I mean it,” she warned before walking off.

“Hey, long time no see,” Ashton was the first to greet her, offering her a hug.

“Hey, Ash,” she smiled into the embrace. “How goes it?”

“Same old, same old,” was the generic response. “What ever happened to Oliver?” he asked with a head nod over at Wyatt.

Leia laughed. “We broke up like five years ago, Ash. Where have you been?”

Ashton looked confused for a moment. “Shit… James? No! Charlie?”

“James was three years ago. And Peter was last year.”

“Peter,” Ashton nodded in remembrance. “He was cool.”

“He was alright,” she admitted. It wasn’t that she had been unlucky in love per say. The guys she had relationships with had all been really good guys, and she had enjoyed her time with them. But, right around the time Ashton breezed back home, feelings she had never come to terms with started to flutter within her again. And then every time she looked at him- Oliver, James, Peter- she saw Ashton. And then Ashton would go back to his life in London and then LA, and her relationship would stutter to a halt. And she would cling to it until she couldn’t cling to it anymore. And then she’d take her time, swearing up and down that when she saw Ashton next she would just take her chance. Then Ashton would come home, with a girl on his arms. And Leia would throw herself in the next relationship to drown out the pain.

“So tell me about Wyatt,” Ashton smiled, his own stomach churning. He had been going through a similar cycle. He’d fly home for the holidays, and meet Leia’s newest fling. He’d fly home and throw himself into the bed of models and superstars to dull the ache. He’d fly back and Leia would be crying to Luke over the boy she’d been gushing about the previous year. Ashton would fly back home, break off his own relationships, and allow both him and Leia both time to heal, determined next time he’d make his move.

This time, both Ashton and Leia thought they had finally beat the cycle. Leia had been dating Wyatt for six months. Everything was still fresh and new. And Ashton had been playing a back and forth game of his own with someone else. Which, if their pattern continued to serve them well, meant that both would be healed and single in a year.

~~~

“So, when are you ever gonna move to LA?” Luke asked, throwing a small handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Leia blew out her breath, making her lips fluttered together. “What would I do that for?” She gestured around her apartment. “Where would you stay if I gave all this up?”

“In a hotel because I’m rich and famous,” he grinned.

“And yet, still a total loser,” she teased back, throwing a fistful of popcorn at his face.

“Oi!” he gasped in surprise before upturning the bowl on her head.

“Oi!” she sputtered back. “It’s everywhere now! Thanks, Lucas…”

“You’re welcome,” he chirped, a smirk gracing his lips.

She set the bowl upright on her coffee table and dusted the pieces to the floor, grateful that the snack had been mostly devoured before their small scuffle. “Making my apartment a mess is not gonna get me to move to LA, Lu-lu.”

“Eh, it was worth a shot,” he shrugged.

She laughed, pushing his shoulder. “What would you want me in LA for anyway?”

He shrugged again. “I dunno. I miss you or something. Fuck, I had to live with Ash for the first year we were there because the silence was…”

“Terrifying?” she supplied. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

He scoffed. “At least you can go home. Keep friendships. The sorts.”

“Aw, wittle rockstar crying in his wads of cash?” she teased.

He laughed as he shook his head, “I’m serious. People treat me differently now. Like they’re either starstruck or act like I grew another head.”

“Well… what did you think was going to happen? That you could run off to London, tour the world, move to LA, continue to tour the world, and that things wouldn’t change?”

“We didn’t change, did we?”

“I mean, we grew up…”

“Le-le… you know what I mean.”

“No, Lu-lu,” she told him, and then she was echoing the words he had told her the first time he had left. “You’re still my brother. No matter what this world throws at us, nothing’s ever gonna change that.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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