#maybe he even thinks he's teaming up with the killer only to get betrayed like the idiot he is

[citrlet]

→ day 08 "meddler" windbrook's slashed challenge

[aliaology]

NEW JERSEY RED

summary: reader finds herself falling for the new jersey devil’s center even if her heart is supposed to lie with the new york rangers.

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: none..? just yn getting sappy as hell bc she fell for jack!! use of ‘daddy’ but not in a sexual way.

lowercase intended.

BASED ON “tennessee orange” by megan moroney

living in new jersey wasn’t much of a difference than living in new york, at least, not to you. at times it just felt less chaotic, in a way that made you miss the chaotic streets of nyc. but moving to new jersey to become a media manager for the new jersey devils was a pro and a con.

growing up in new york city, meant you and your family were very big rangers fans. your father had seasonal tickets, every year. you went to every game with him that you could.

when your family heard you now worked for the new jersey devils, it felt like hell broke loose. working for the.. enemy? now thats foul play, you just betrayed your home team! but you didn’t regret it.

see, there was this boy. specifically number 86, a center for the new jersey devils. jack hughes. he was cute, scratch that— he was hot. you, like many other girls, fell right at his feet. of course you didn’t out right do so or show that.

but he as well— fell hard for you, maybe even harder.

not only did you work for the ‘enemy’ but now you were fraternizing with one?

you had the day off, sitting at your now shared apartment with your current boyfriend of nine months. you didn’t tell your family about him, he didn’t tell his about you. the media had no idea that the jack hughes had a girlfriend either.

your thumb hovers over the call button. the stool under you creaked as you shifted your weight. you clicked the bright green button.

it rang until it didn’t, “hello?” the sound of your mother’s voice filled the room.

“hi mama.” you spoke gently. “ive got some news for you” you told.

“finally! i havent heard from you in so long sweet girl, please tell me everything!” you could hear her smile from the other end of the phone.

you smile. “just don’t tell daddy, okay? he’ll blow a fuse.” you chuckle.

your fingers tap against the counter as you anxiously listen to her laugh. “okay, sweetie. are you okay?”

“dont worry— im doing okay. listen— i know you raised me to know right from wrong, it aint what you think, promise.” you start.

“honey, you’re kind of scaring me.” your mother nervously chuckles.

“listen, okay? i um— i never thought i’d honestly see this day, seeing how scared i was with my past relationships—“ you cut yourself off with a nervous laugh.

“i met somebody.” you told. you heard a quiet gasp on her end.

“really? honey thats amazing! tell me about him— about your relationship.”

you let out a breath. “hes got blue eyes, the prettiest eyes ive ever seen, mama. hes so good to me too, he always holds the door open, he never makes me cry. there has never been a moment where he’s made me upset.”

“oh honey..” she trailed off, sounding happy.

“im not done, mama. last weekend he took me to michigan, where his family lives. we watched a football game, a college one. his brothers used to go there. he let me wear his cap that has been on his dash forever— mama i swear i fell even more for him under those stadium lights. hes perfect.”

“but..” you trailed off.

“but? there’s a but? honey… whats wrong?” your mother sounded concerned.

“mama, you cannot tell daddy— he’s gonna think its a sin. but mama hes a player on the new jersey devils— but forgive me, i really like him, mom. hell, im learning how to golf for him mama. hes perfect, hes got a smile, mama his smile is killer. ive never seen one like it.”

“honey… you’re dad is right here, listening.” you clamped your mouth shut. just your luck.

“does he make you happy?” you heard your father ask.

“yes he does, daddy. i know hes a devil but god you would love him! i know he aint where we are from, but he feels like home. hes got me doing things ive never done. he makes my stomach burst into butterflies, he makes me blush, he makes me feel loved.” you explained.

“and you know i still want the rangers to win, daddy” you told.

you heard him chuckle. “as long as he makes you happy, sweetheart.”

you grin. you stay on the call for what felt like hours, talking about jack. when you finally end it, you feel arms wrap around your shoulders and your chest. a kiss is pressed to your temple.

“i hope you know how much i love you” jack mumbled, trailing small kisses from your forehead to your cheek and your jaw.

“and just so you know, you look better in new jersey red than new york blue.”

i #hope this wasnt shit LMAO first time posting on tumblr 😻🤘

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I honestly don't know how it happened. I was just writing for a while and then it's just finished??? What's even going on?.. But whatever, please enjoy!

Also, please be careful, there's some self-deprecation here because Nightmare. Yeah.

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Chapter 3

Nightmare lets Killer eat in peace, fleeing back to his room the moment he announces the need to go to the castle. It's such a risk — he just knows there'll be an ambush. The main gang left him easily, no strings attached, no words needed, but the others… Some will riot. Make him pay for how he's used them. And he'd deserve it — but he can't die, not when his brother needs him so. 

So, yes, he's stalling. Nightmare admits it. 

But Killer eats quickly — eager for a mission? Maybe, but maybe not. Nightmare doesn't even understand why Killer stays, what made him choose Nightmare instead of freedom. It'd have been different if Killer hadn't known what to do with this freedom; but he has Colour, who'd readily, happily help. And yet… 

There's a knock on the door. It's tempting to answer "Who's there?", let himself get distracted, fool around while he can; only Dream needs his big brother now more than ever, and Nightmare can't let him down. Can't let him die under the curse he somehow survived. 

He opens the door. Killer stands there, a playful smile on his face, his broken soul a target once again. Nightmare feels him bottling up his feelings, making the guardian of negativity stronger. 

"I'm ready to go, boss," Killer says, waiting for orders. 

Why? 

Once again, Nightmare doesn't ask. He thinks he couldn't bear the answer. 

"Let's go, then. Open a portal near the castle, not inside." It's honestly a miracle Nightmare's voice doesn't tremble. He's used to pretending, that's what he's done to survive under the corruption's influence for centuries, but now it's suddenly hard. Now he doesn't have an excuse to be something he isn't. Now he's by himself.

Killer tears space and time with his knife, giving way like a loyal servant he is. 

But why? 

Why? 

Why?..

Nightmare doesn't ask. He steps through the portal. Several sources of hostile negativity hit him — he was right. Someone is waiting for him. There'll be a fight. And he's weakened still. Would Killer be enough to protect them both and win? 

"We're not alone," Nightmare warns him while he closes the portal. The negativity swirls around them, feeding Nightmare's soul. The castle is dark and menacing, and so very familiar. 

Killer smiles savagely, "Let them come. I'll play, and I'll win." 

Nightmare would like to have his confidence. The servants of his corrupted self are dangerous, and most have nothing to lose. Now that he can't protect himself, now that his crown has fallen with his curse… 

They proceed quietly, cautiously. It's eerily silent, not a whistle of wind, not an echo of voice. Everything's dead, or seems to be; Nightmare knows better. It's not the realm of the dead, where Reaper would rule; it's the graveyard of hopes and dreams and all good and light, where Nightmare used to thrive with his gang of desperate rejects. Cross is not the only one to find a second chance and betray him, but there are few happy endings for those who end up by Nightmare's side.

They are ambushed in the main hall, predictably. Killer pushes Nightmare aside, yells to him not to get cornered, and rushes to fight. Nightmare watches raptly, ready to run, although he's not sure where to. Enemies could be anywhere. 

But suddenly, Killer's not alone in his struggle against a crowd. With disbelief, Nightmare recognises Murder and Horror, who join the battle without a word, the same as they left him when the curse had fallen. It gets easier then — what Error used to call the Murder Time Trio is used to fighting together, smooth and clean team work. Horror chops heads with his axe without a sign of mercy — Nightmare still remembers how he refused to harm monsters and only dealt with humans at first, but then Nightmare made him hate monsters who, unlike his dearest brother, have enough food and magic in their worlds. Yet he still only uses magic on humans; his bones are more physical than others', so they deal less damage to those who don't have actual flesh. Murder fires blasters and summons sharpest bones, turning to dust several enemies at a time. He never uses weapons beside his own magic and especially hates knives — and Killer, who uses those. Nightmare knows all about his former subordinates, their fighting styles and their insecurities the same. He's hurt them so much, and here they are, saving him. 

It ends. 

Enemies flee. Those who stay alive, that is. That's not many. 

Just like that. 

Nightmare can't get his eyes off of them, mesmerised. They're so good. 

"Killer," Murder says, not unkindly. 

"Murder," Killer returns with the same neutral tone. Those two were never friendly, not with their backstories, not with their attitudes. Not with the way Nightmare fueled their animosity. It pours right into his soul, making him stronger. 

"Nightmare," Horror notices, and then everyone stares at the one who used to be their king. 

"Are you okay, boss?" Killer asks, taking a step closer. Nightmare nods, and then, without a pause, bows. 

"Horror. Murder. Thank you for your help. You didn't have to." 

Why did they stay? Did they also hope that Nightmare would return? 

Murder huffs, shaking off the dust, and Horror responds with his deep, guttural voice, "We really didn't." 

Nightmare can't help asking, "Why are you here?" 

This time, Murder answers, "There's nowhere else for us to go." Horror nods, "It's not home, but it's somewhere to be." Murder adds, "Horror visits his brother as usual, but that's it." 

And isn't that right? They have nothing but this miserable place. Nightmare made sure of it. 

The thought makes him ache. They didn't deserve this hell. Nobody deserves something like that. Not even Nightmare himself. 

"Why did you help, then?" somehow, Nightmare finds it in himself to continue. 

He's still bowing deeply. 

"Because it's something, and you were the one who gave it to us," Horror answers easily. His single blood-red eye-light shines in the dim light of the hall. 

Nightmare chokes on words, helpless against such brutal honesty. Is it really that easy? Might that be why Killer stayed, as well? He doesn't know. 

He isn't ready to know. 

He doesn't want them here, as grateful as he is for their help. Killer wouldn't have done it alone. There were too many of them, waiting for their revenge. 

"Why don't you both go to Farmtale?" Nightmare asks, weakly. It's cruel to himself to continue, but it's cruel to them to let it end here, and Nightmare knows what he'd choose. He doesn't deserve mercy. "I know Horror befriended their Sans. Anything's better than here." 

"Not anything," Murder grumbles, crossing his hands on his chest. He must mean his AU, Nightmare thinks. Long gone, a courtesy of Error, but never forgotten. 

"It's an idea though," Horror admits. "I'll ask." 

Please do, Nightmare thinks, desperately. I want this wrecked place empty and forgotten. 

"Why'd you still call him boss?" Murder asks Killer, and Nightmare really tries not to squirm. It's a question he'd also like to know the answer to, so he listens attentively. 

"Because boss is boss," Killer shrugs. "What's so difficult about that?" 

Murder huffs again, turns around and disappears without a word. Horror smiles uncomfortably widely and teleports, too. Nightmare blinks at the empty space they leave behind. 

"Let's just go to the library," he sighs heavily. "I don't sense any more hostility in the entire AU, so that must be it." 

They go.

Nightmare knows his library quite well, but even he can't contain centuries of knowledge in his head. So he searches, ordering Killer to stand guard, just in case. There aren't many books on Multiverse even in his vast collection, so it must be quick. He feels he won't be able to find anything here, but maybe, just maybe… merely a hint, it's all he needs… 

Nightmare won't admit he doesn't know what he's doing. He has to know; he can't let his brother down once again. He already left him for centuries and almost killed him countless times. Enough betrayal. He'll do anything to redeem himself, even if he doesn't know how to be anything but evil — he was just a kid when corruption took over, after all. But he'll try. For his brother. 

There are even less books on Multiverse than Nightmare expected, some of them more like diaries by outcodes he either killed or turned to his side. But it's exactly what he wanted — perhaps there is an outcode who can help, who knows more. 

While skimming through the books, Nightmare lets himself relax a little — his broken body aches less here, where negativity's so thick the air is dark and heavy. It brings relief, though undeserved, but he really needs it to focus. 

It feels like an eternity passed when he finally finds something. In hindsight, it's rather obvious — only he doesn't know how to get there. 

Or perhaps he does. 

"Killer!" 

He teleports by Nightmare's left side so he sees him approach. 

"Did you find something, boss?" he asks, curiously. 

"I think I did," Nightmare responds, gently caressing the page he stopped on. Killer seems to stare right at his fingers, although without eye-lights there's no proof, it's merely a feeling. It does something strange to Nightmare's soul, Killer's attention.

"So what's the plan?" Killer sounds eager, tossing his knife from one hand to another.

Nightmare sighs, "We need Error. He's the only one I know who knows where to find the people we need." 

Killer stops tossing his knife. "Do we still have any of his strings left? I don't know how to find him otherwise." 

"Me neither," Nightmare admits. "And no, I don't think I have. They were hidden in the goop, but now…" 

"Does Dream have them, then?" 

"I don't know. We can't wait until the meeting anyway, I want answers before that." 

"Would he even help us?" Killer says aloud exactly what Nightmare fears. He shuts the book and goes to put everything he took back in its place, just to delay the moment he has to answer. Only suffocating negativity of this world helps him keep breathing. 

"I don't know," he finally admits. "But between you and me, I'm sure we can think of something. Error can be… unreasonable, but I'll find a way." 

"We will," Killer corrects. "You're not alone, boss." 

It's sickening how warm Nightmare feels all over. He doesn't deserve such loyalty. 

But he has to move forward. 

"Let me focus. I'll find the source of negativity in the Anti-Void, and if we're lucky, it will be Error." 

Killer nods and turns to stand guard once again. 

Why does he do it? 

Nightmare can't make himself ask, as painful as it is not to know. He closes his left eye — his right doesn't work, it doesn't see and it doesn't close, forever wide open, — and enters the meditative state. It's easier than he expected, to be completely honest. There are so many thoughts buzzing in his head, yet they all disappear in a moment when he concentrates. 

At first he only feels this world. There are several souls here, wallowing in negativity, not Horror and Murder alone. They're just not hostile, but they stay. Maybe Nightmare should try to talk to them, send them away — he really, truly wants this place empty and forgotten. Maybe later, when he's not as vulnerable. He'll need to come back here for his books, after all.

Then, he feels surrounding AUs, and then — just because he's in a place with highest level of negativity, he's not as strong without the corruption — he feels the Multiverse as a whole. It's suddenly overwhelming, although it shouldn't be surprising — he's gotten weaker indeed. Nightmare's knees would buckle and give if he weren't sitting. And then, finally, with significant effort, he feels the Anti-Void, certainly not the whole thing but some parts. That's enough. It has to be.

It's hard to pinpoint particular sources of negativity, but Nightmare knows Error and doesn't really know other residents of the Anti-Void, so it's comparatively easy to find exactly what he looks for. Error's always dissatisfied with something, even watching Undernovela and eating his favourite chocolate, surrounded by his precious dolls, or destroying yet another AU. The Multiverse won't cease existing no matter how hard Error tries, and it leaves him mad — in both senses of the word, angry and crazy. Nightmare knows Error, although he's not a normal subordinate, more like an ally with conflicting interests — he wants AUs gone while Nightmare wants them suffering but alive. There's no emotions in the dead. That's Reaper's territory. 

So Nightmare finds Error and, hesitantly, opens a portal. Anti-Void is fickle, unstable, they might as well end up in a completely different part than where Error is. Only errors and other residents of the Anti-Void can navigate it well. 

This time, Killer steps through first, ready to protect. Nightmare follows. 

The portal closes, leaving them with endless, maddening whiteness.

They need to find Error quickly. It'll take time to negotiate, and Anti-Void is never patient with its visitors. 

Killer turns around, grinning at Nightmare, then readies his knife and moves forward. Nightmare goes right after his… whatever Killer is now. 

He'll deal with that later. 

For now, he trusts Killer watch their surroundings and tilts his head back to see if there are any blue strings in the "ceiling".

He thinks he sees something. They go faster.

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Credits

Undertale © Toby Fox

Dreamtale © jokublog

Killer!Sans © rahafwabas

Murder!Sans © ask-dusttale

Horror!Sans © horrortalecomic

Dark Cream © zu-is-here

X-tra Dark Cream © me (anfie / anfie-in-the-box)

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Read Russian version on ficbook or fanficus

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Notes

I don't know how I feel about the fight scene. I kind of skipped it because I've never written any (and because Nightmare doesn't participate in the fight), but is it okay? Feel free to tell me your thoughts on that and everything else, anything at all!

Hope you enjoyed, and take care 🌻

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The thing about 7.03, with Amy Pond the kitsune, is there are red flags from all sides.

Amy--There's goodness in her. She doesn't want to be a killer, to be like her mom. When they were teens, she saved Sam's life when they were teens, when her own mom tried to kill Sam, she made a massive sacrifice and killed her own mom, who was clearly murderous and wasn't attempting any kind of rehab. She finds a way to live as a conscientious kitsune. Starts killing people to save her son's life. The red flag is she makes a deliberate choice who she kills on the idea that no one would miss them, or they're bad people--making herself judge and jury over people's lives. Every one of them could be saved with the right resources, with the right help. Maybe some were terrible people beyond hope, but given the theme here about monsters can make choices, and are capable of choosing to be good, it doesn't click to say, oh but that drug dealer, or that alcoholic, deserve no second chances. I don't think the story intent is to say it's okay. The story intent is to show the red flags, the classism and flaws in Amy's reasoning. She is rationalizing things for herself. She wants to be good, she wound up in a desperate situation, did things she doesn't want to do...doesn't make it okay and she knows it but she still picks her victims in a way that shows her self-rationalizations.

Sam--I'm glad he acknowledged that he and Dean would and have also done desperate things that cross a line to save people they love. We can't just judge Amy in a simplistic way, because we've seen what all of Team Free Will are capable of too. Do they deserve to die for that? Automatically? We just got finished with an arc where Cas did a bunch of line-crossing things, desperate to save his family, as Amy is desperate to save her son. At the same time, Sam's red flag is his own quest for purity, his need to believe that with his tainted blood, he can be good, and he needs to believe Amy can be good. Plus, he is hardly objective here--he had a big crush on her as a teen, he still cares about her. He's not seeing the situation clearly. So Sam isn't a reliable narrator either.

Dean--sees through the rationalizations and on the surface it seems like he's more objective. It's not just that Amy crossed the line it's how she rationalized it. It's not that Dean doesn't understand she was doing it to save her son, but Amy still proved how dangerous she is. But here's where it gets tricky with Dean's pov--he decides there can be no second chance for Amy, that if she did those things once--to save her child--she'll do it again someday, for sure. So he kills her. He can't trust a supernatural being not to betray their good intentions. It's impossible. It can't happen. Dean may seem to be the only objective one in the room and it's tempting to say, oh he's right. And on some level he is, but I can't analyze Dean's actions without factoring in his grief and anger over Cas, how severely Cas damaged his ability to trust any supernatural being, how personal that is, how much Dean is grieving, not just Cas, but the trust he once had for Cas. He believed. He believed in Cas's goodness. The Amy-Cas parallels are right there waving its arms around begging to get noticed. It's not that Dean is wrong, or Dean doesn't have a point, or that Dean isn't justified in his wariness, but that doesn't mean Dean isn't affected by his own grief, trauma, and anger. Making a cold hard decision that isn't actually objectively.

Nobody is objective in The Girl Next Door. No one. And a whole lot of this is about how Dean is grieving Cas. There's even Dean watching a telenovella where someone is weeping over a loved one's dead body, in case we forgot the loss Dean just went through.

[n4talia-chaparro]

LIL AU RAMBLE UH--

since someone (Kai) in my inbox mentioned Tommy from the first CU movie I had a few things to say about that bitch ass character.

I ALWAYS wanted to draw a few background characters from the movie since their designs are well-made compared to the show, well never had a chance to put any of them for my future projects. Since Tommy is mentioned now I wanna ramble and share my ideas-

OK OK SO ABOUT TOMMY-

I think Tommy should be part of the surviving team or sum. He is probably well known for hiding in the locker like a fucking coward he is. I think the idea of him hiding in those lockers or any safe hiding spot fits the AU so well. It reminds me of this one old and nostalgic indie horror game that was released in 2015-2016 where you have to hide from 3 little ugly-ass muppets that are like a rip-off of sesame street or walk through a tight-ass hallway. I think it's called 123 Slaughter Me Street. I think????

It also reminds me of a few indie horror games, especially a new one that came out THIS YEAR. Uh maybe Last Monday by Alex Craig-

UH AND MURDER HOUSE BY PUPPET COMBO-

Enough of the game um but "What does the game have anything to do with the au" WELL GOOD QUESTION even tho you didn't ask but I'll answer it anyway!!!

There are 3 or more categories for each character. I'll only mention 3 because I don't know if I can mention all of them in one post like this but anyway.

There are 3 categories;

Survivors, dead, and the KR org members.

Each character belongs to the category depending on how the story goes (I think?). JUST LIKE ANY OTHER HORROR GAMES OF COURSE-

If Tommy never got seen by the man himself and didn't come out of the locker, he belongs to the survivor category. I just realized that if Tommy has been hiding in there for a long time, even if he was witnessing all those gruesome scenes through his locker door and holding the urge of vomiting, cuz obviously the damn AU itself contains gore like any normal horror games...

(What the fuck did you expect the au to be, family-friendly? If you are one of those cowards who will complain, get the fuck out)

AHEM. Tommy, on the other hand, is the type of person who finds a place to hide like any protagonist of the damn game whenever a monster/serial killer is finding them cuz when it comes to finding a way to head to class without seeing caught is the only thing that makes him scare because Tommy always been scared of Krupp in the movie and ends up hiding but with GP... my man had to run for his life before he goes to the wrong direction BRUUH 💀💀💀

But the dumb question is.

"Which category fits Tommy???"

He may be in the survivor category but at the same time, there's a chance he will fall in the KR.org category. Just hear me out.

There could be two options if Tommy was alive. He would choose being fucking killed and accept his faith OOORRRR be alive except he is forced to be part of the KR org where Harold and the other 4 members are.

We don't know if Tommy will trust Harold (well Harold was dragged and forced so pls keep that in mind he is forced to betray any victims) or any student because he is unaware of the KR group. All he knows is that he has been hiding inside his damn locker 24/7 and had to hear screaming and guts splattering around.

Which is silly because I don't know. Nobody fucking knows. Tommy is either a survivor or a victim whom GP NEVER had the chance to interact with because Tommy hides so well that GP doesn't even sense it. UNLESS the victim is very lost in the hallway and doesn't know where to hide or find someone for help and then doesn't sense any red flags from Gp. Even if he is a murderer he knows how to trick his victims and I'm sure Tommy will end up falling for it but did it happen in the storyline if GP was with the other MISSING CHILDREN?

I don't know. That mf has been hiding in there what did you expect- so uh I think that's all?

This is pointless ik but I wanna keep rambling and talking LOL

Silly note: which category fits him the most- pls let me know I'm curious and I don't mind any suggestions from y'all ! :ppp

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Himiko was good at hiding, good at running, and good at stabbing. All essential survival skills, honestly. What she was not good at, however, was finding her way back to team mates that had completely disappeared and left no way of finding them.

Now, she wasn't bitter, neither did she feel betrayed, of course not. She knows what it's like to be in do or die situations, so she understands that Shigaraki and the others escaping could have been necessary, and she chose to go out on her own knowing full well that something might prevent them from reuniting. None of that means she isn't going to nag Tomura's ear off about it, though.

It has been days, and right now, she's just wandering the devastated streets at night, and she's cold, and hungry, and alone, and right back at square one. No, even worse than that, because now, if she gets caught, she knows what'll happen. The Heroes won't see her as person, so if she fights back, or runs, or just wants to live a normal life...

She shook those thoughts away. She didn't need to be distracted by that right now. What she needed was to the others. But, god, it was going to be difficult like this.

As she looked at the city she was traveling through, for miles, all she could see was a singular, straight path of absolute decimation. Just one of the many cities in between Gigantomachia and Jaku Hospital. It was terrible, horrible even. But, in the middle of the night, lit only by the stars and the moon, all the pain already over with? She was really starting to understand what Spinner and Tomura were on about when they talked about a destroyed horizon.

And within that destroyed horizon, Himiko saw a dot. Or, well, that's all she could make out. Upon closer inspection, it was definitely a person, she just had no idea who, too far away to tell. They seemed about adult sized, so it probably wasn't an orphaned kid who lost everything to the destruction. They were moving, though, at a pretty fast pace, she thinks. A parent looking for their child, maybe?

She was just about to move on, to continue her search, when suddenly, the dot stopped. She did the same, standing completely still. Just as suddenly as it stopped, the dot kept moving, but this time, towards her. And it, no, they, were running.

Himiko took a deep breath, grabbing one of her knives. If it was a hero, they would definitely call for back up, and if it was a bold citizen, they would either call for a hero or for the police. Either way, she didn't wanna bother with any of that, so she would end this, quickly. It didn't look like they had called anyone yet, so she was lucky.

She rushed forward, intent to kill sharpening her senses, making her more attentive to any possible move they might make. Now, if she expected this person to say anything, she would bet on a few things. "You monster!" "Murderer!" "Villain!" "I'll kill you!"

What she didn't expect was his voice.

"Himiko!"

She stopped dead in her tracks, stun locked, all killer instinct washed away in an instant. "Huh?" She squinted, looking closer at the quickly approaching figure, and suddenly, instead of shock, she was joyous. She should have known it wouldn't take long, after all.

"Himiko! Himiko, I-" When the young boy had finally reached her, she swiftly put her mouth over his mouth. "Akugaki, please. I missed you too, but, I don't want anyone to hear us just after we reunite! C'mon, this way." She hurried through the streets, heading for the nearest alleyway, with Akugaki not far behind.

Once they were hidden from view, he caught his breath, and smiled. "Himiko, you can't-" only to be interrupted again, this time by her hugging him so hard and so suddenly he almost fell over. "I missed you! I missed you all so much, Akugaki!" He returned the hug, just as tight. "I did too, we all did! We were so scared!" Part of him remembered the state their leader was in right now, but he just pushed that aside, knowing that yeah, Tomura would absolutely have missed her.

They both let go of each other, smiling like the maniacs they were. She began shaking him by the shoulders, rapid fire questioning him.

"How are you? Are you ok?!"

"I'm doing perfectly fine!"

"Tomura!"

"He's been better, but he'll be back to normal soon!"

"Spinner!"

"In shock, but not hurt!"

"Dabi!"

"As Dabi as ever- also, his real name is Touya, and, it's a long story I'll explain later!"

"Compress!"

At that name, the giant smile on Akugaki's face faded, and when Himiko noticed, she stopped shaking him so excitedly, and dread started to fill her eyes. Realizing his mistake, Akugaki put his hands up, shaking his head. "No, no, no! He's ok, he's alive, I'm sorry! I promise, he isn't hurt!"

Himiko took a deep breath staring him dead in the eyes. "Then, what happened...?" He looked to the ground for a moment, saddened. "Well, apparently, the others were all in a tough spot, and about to get captured by the heroes. So, he made an escape act, he saved them. He just, he knew he couldn't come too, and he was ok with that, as long everyone else were safe."

The two were silent for a few moments, as Himiko collected her thoughts. "Are Overgrowth and Blood Rush still ok, too? I know you aren't really members, but..." He smiled, giving her a childishly determined look. "They're both fine, don't worry. We may have contradictory methods, but, we want the same thing, so we're staying loyal to you guys no matter what. It's a shame we couldn't help at the ambush, but, we're here now. Enough about us, though, are you ok?

The girl lifted her arms around her head, and spun around in place. "Basically uninjured, don't worry about it." Akugaki nodded hesitantly, hoping things didn't go as he feared with his next question. "And... what about your visit with Ururaka and Asui? How did that go?"

Himiko opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, she just backed into the wall of a building, and slumped down to the ground, sitting in a curled position, her eyes empty.

God damnit. Akugaki knew he had to bring it up, but, now, he just can't bring himself to say much else, other than, "I'm sorry." She looked up at him, but couldn't meet his eyes. "It's ok. I should have known they didn't see me as a person. It just doesn't matter anymore, yeah?"

He almost nodded by default, he was so unsure what to, but, he stopped himself. He ran a hand through his extremely long and extremely messy hair, trying to think of an answer, before slowly leaning down to Himiko's level.

"Those who are unfortunate enough to be considered 'lesser', will always just be at the mercy of those who are 'more'. That's what we all agree on, so," He reached for her hand, gently pulling her closer, as she looked at him with wide eyes. "I think the fact that you were hurt like that does matter. I wanna make a world where people are seen as 'Less' or 'More' simply by their actions and character, nothing more. And... aside from all that, seeing you sad really matters, to me, no matter what."

He continued to pull on her hand, and the two came closer, eventually reaching in for a hug. It was slow, it was silent, but it was so much. Himiko was shaking, and Akugaki could feel her tears dripping onto his shoulder and back, and he was glad.

They stayed like this for minutes that likely felt like years, before Himiko sighed, letting go of him. "Thanks a lot, I needed that. I'm glad I have you guys." Her smile was small, so small, smaller than he had ever seen on her. But, with her red eyes and heavy breathing, he could tell it was full of so much happiness. "No problem, Himiko. It's gonna be a long walk, but, we gotta get back to the others." They both got up, dusting themselves off. "Yeah, you're right. But, it would be so unlike me to see them all while I'm all miserable and down in the dumps."

He nodded, "Yep yep, you're way too cute for that." He walked along as he spoke, gesturing her to follow him, which she did like she was as peppy as ever. "Ehe, thanks! You know, I'm excited to meet the others, but, I hope I'm not away from Izuku for too long."

"After all that, you're still obsessed with that guy?" He sounded more upset than usual, and gave her a childish glare.

"Of course I am! Just because Ochaco doesn't care for me, doesn't mean Izuku won't!" She blushed, bouncing as she walked beside him.

"Why do you even care so much about your boss' arch-nemesis?"

"You know why! What, are you just jealous?"

"What?! No, of course not! I'm just saying that..."

[webginz]

suicide squad kill the justice league posting

boomer has a speed force glove thing, a reference to boomer jr?? cute

flash disappears at one point which means its wally not barry i think? i dont know a lot about the flash but i dont think barry can do that. of course its an alternate universe so they could just like... make it barry but with wallys speed.

deadshot isnt acting like deadshot... he isnt suicidal or smoking... THATS LIKE HALF HIS PERSONALITY.. jk but he really isnt acting like himself which sucks. i kinda get it though, they needed a team leader/rational type character, but wanted to include deadshot. just sucks if you are actually a fan..

edit 1:

OH!!! wonder womans really hot!!!! 😯

im really annoyed by how entertaining boomer is because i dont want to like him.. LOL. also him and the flash? nevermind actually ignore that. ahem.

waller is so skinnyyy i wonder if its the cancer thing or if the creators are just cowards. i let it slide in the live action movie bc i love viola davis but waller is not supposed to be skinny -_-

edit 2 yayya

deadshots locker saying deathstroke lolol. whatever happened to that one scene where waller invited slade to join the ss? the next time we saw him was in arkham genesis and he was out of prison. i guess he can just cut the bomb out or something.

who is this hack girl? is she original for this game? i thought it would be oracle or maybe the guy from the comics but i dont know this girl

them putting of pic of deadshots daughter in his locker is kinda fucked up. hey bro heres the girl thats gonna be an orphan after this!

edit 3:

shark called deadshot a mercenary but he isnt a merc hes a hired killer/hitman. mercenary is military. hes not military. i guess that can be excused as the characters fault not the writers fault but ohmy godddd its a pet peeve of mine.

they joke about getting deadshot the hitman and deathstroke the mercenary mixed up but then literally do that. so stupid...

edit 4:

it IS barry. lame. get a flash expert in here i wanna know if barry can do the disappearing thing cause i thought only wally could do that.

edit 5

TOYMAN? THEY CALLED THE KID TOYMAN? DO THEY NOT... KNOW..????

edit 6:

thats not how green lanterns ring works. you cant just take it off gl and put it on and expect it to work HELLO? this is so basic even i know it and i dont even like gl.

also amanda waller would NOT nuke the squad or betray them. she cares about them. this is so ooc im mad. shes the one who would STOP the government from nuking the squad!!!

i dont know why deadshot has beef with gl and not batman. hes a batman villain. he fought gl once but it was kyle not john lol. i think they just wanted each squad member to have a rival and batman was already taken cause of harley.

edit 7

THE SECRET SIX ICE CREAM TRUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS. oh my god.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Hi Owen!!

And hi Gabriel :D

LOL an interrogation room xD

Okay so we are just moving through that lol

Past the chest thing XD

I mean he was trying to save him lol

AAAHHHHH FAMILY SOON :DDD 🥰🥰😭😭🥺❤️❤️

Okay anyway lol

Ohhh dang o.o

So he was paralyzed before he died 😬😬 uh oh xd

Well I mean. There's your reason XD

O.O another guy 😬😬

Hmm sus xdd

YESSSS YOU DO WANT TO MAKE IT TO YOUR SON'S WEDDINGGGG

SO STAY AWAY FROM HER

XDD

Hi Marjan :DD!

Oope o.o

Yess Owen!

O.O Uh oh

Heyyy girll xdd

(two L's on purpose lol)

Okay well at least he's giving fair doubt xD

Hmmm idk

I mean she has a point

But I still think that even if she didn't do it she's gonna be hiding something

Bc I mean Owen could very well get hunted by the actual killer

Well maybe not hunted but yk based on the promo xD

Ope okay o.o! So we teaming up :o

Ooh who 👀

AYY Paul :DD!!

Hi Paul :)!!

As he should 😌😌

WAIT LOL I saw a bit of a promo clip about this xD only like 10 seconds lol

Hi TK :DD

Hi Carlos 🥰

Hi Nancy :))!

Hi Mateo :D!!

:OO Not PUDDING!!!

But also XDDD what lol

Fair though honestly

(I did already know that it was pudding but shh)

Nahh he ain't letting this go lol

This scene is hilarious XD

Carlos doesn't even work here XDD Let the man go lol

Okay then why are you grilling her lol

Ahh okay so she'll come in useful xD for some reason lol

Not that she's not useful but yk

OHH so she switched themmm okay

Buuut all of you recycle so what does that tell you xD

AHHHH (awh not aah) LOL Carlos?

Yep XDD

Did he actually though?

Yesss TK defend your man 😌😌

Why does it feel like he's about to somehow switch it back from himself lol

OPE NOPE O.O DANG XDD

SLFKGJDHDJGJDLKS TK'S REACTION XDDDD

I mean everyone's but especially that little betrayed "Babe :O"

Carlos in his threatening era XDD

Ayy they've come to get Paul 👀 :D

[atimesfeeler]

Oh wait I have a fic excerpt that was inspired by this- I don’t hear people talk about how good Wade is and how soft he is for kids so I wrote something

Wade laid out the plan. “Great. The rest of us are on babysitting duty. These kids are traumatized and dangerous. But Laura seemed to be a fan of the X-Men. She read their comics. Safe to say that they are probably all aware you are the good guys. They’re being held here-”

Wade drew a clumsy star around a drawing of some cells with sad kids in there. “The nurses have key cards that can open all of these cells. The nurses are the good guys, so don’t kill them. The henchmen, though, are free game-”

“We’re not killing anybody,” Scott cut in. “That’s not the X-Men way.”

Wade paused and just stared at Scott. Logan felt a wave of dread wash over him. He was about to get himself kicked off the team before the mission even started.

“Right,” Wade said lowly. “We’ll just explode the building and give them one of those classic superhero kills. Let the fire or gravity deal the final blow so you don’t look like the villain or share a bad message with the little kids watching your movie. Got it.”

“No, we’re not exploding the building. We're not killing anyone. That may have been your way, Wilson, but that’s not how we do it here,” Scott crossed his arms, and Logan looked down with a slight shake of his head.

That was Scott for you. Stubborn, notoriously good. It itched in all the wrong ways, knowing that goodness didn’t help him in the end. Wade, for all his blabbering and craziness, knew.

Logan didn’t know much Wade knew about him, but Wade was one of the only ones who thought like Logan. Desperately wanting to be a hero but doing the things that the heroes couldn’t do. There were bad men who slipped through the hero's fingers. Rats that snuck around hurting people like Laura, Logan, and Wade. Logan only caught glimpses as matter and antimatter tore them apart, but he saw Wade’s life flash before his eyes just like he was sure Wade saw his. Sometimes, killing was the right thing to do. What they had to do.

Once, Logan tried to be more like Scott. He tried to be strict to the righteous code and maybe he should have kept at it, but Logan didn’t. He was a killer, and he felt like even more of an imposter standing in with the X-Men like he belonged. He talked big in front of Cassandra, telling her that he was an X-Men, a hero. Now, standing in front of the real heroes…well, Logan was just glad he was hiding behind Wade’s stupid canvas.

Wade said slowly, “I’m sorry, did you miss the part where these bozos are experimenting on and torturing children? Because I think you missed that part.”

“We bring them to justice like we always do,” Scott said.

“Justice,” Wade echoed. “In America? You know they’ll just give them a slap on the wrist and hire them again to do worse, more fucked up stuff, right?”

There was a tense silence.

“The government is a two-faced Gemini, my sweet summer children. They say they support mutants and then turn around and boom! Backshot! You’re being tortured in a government-funded program. It’s one of those ‘We were defending ourselves just in case!' special programs. I know you know the ones.”

“It doesn’t matter. We do this the X-Men way like we always have,” Scott said stubbornly. “Killing is not the answer.”

“Oh, yes it is-”

“Wade,” Logan cut in, firmly.

Wade whirled around to give Logan a betrayed wide-eyed look through the mask. Then those eyes narrowed at him. Logan gave him a hard stare and subtly shook his head. Drop it.

Wade took a shaky breath. “Okay… well, then. We… evacuate all the child molesters-”

Everyone stiffened.

“-and then we blow up the lab because it has a lot of bad, bad data that will hurt mutants for a long time,” Wade said, seriously. “And sure, fine, the henchmen will probably just go on to hunt mutants down with guns and tranquilizers instead of fuck us up genetically or scientifically, but there are two people we need to watch out for.”

Wade stabbed a hole through the canvas over a drawing of a scientist. “This anal shit heel. Zander Rice. He’s the one who created all of this. If we’re not killing them then I need Jean to mind fuck him or something.”

Jean startled. “I- I’m not… I don’t use my powers like that.”

Wade threw his head back with a groan. “Come on! You guys are all ‘mutant power!’ and ‘mutant proud!’ until you actually use your powers for something that makes you uncomfortable, god.”

“Jean’s not scrambling his brain,” Scott said.

“Why not? His brain created a soulless, dickless killer. He experimented on and mutilated children and then decided to off those children when he found something better. He stole mutant DNA and then picked up innocent girls from who knows where to have his mutant babies. Defending this guy is not a good look on you.”

“I could… erase his memories,” Jean offered. “He would still be alive, but he wouldn’t remember his experiments.”

“Or what he did,” Logan said. “No, that’s too much of a mercy. Wade’s right. Some men deserve to die.”

Wade’s eyes widened in hopeful surprise.

“Logan…” Ororo murmured. “We do not kill.”

“We’ve all killed. I may not know you in this universe, but we’ve all done it. Done things we had to,” Logan looked at Erik who was surprisingly quiet. He knew the man, despite Logan’s hatred for him, was the most like Logan out of the X-Men. Erik went on a vengeful killing spree too.

Logan added, “But, Scott’s right too. It’s not the X-Men way.”

Wade deflated.

“We take the motherfucker and bring him back. Make sure he gets locked up, for good. If he dies, he dies, alright?” Logan said, and Wade’s eyes shot to his.

They exchanged a look, and Logan could almost hear Wade saying, Oh, I can step in what you’re putting down, honey badger. Wade gave a tiny nod.

The X-Men shifted, all uncomfortable except Erik who stayed silent.

Wade Wilson the Man that you are <3

[ravens-spells]

Zero Hour: End Song

She couldn't focus. Every time she tried to use her power, Rachel felt sharp phantom pains from the incident. Loki betrayed her; the closest she'd come to ever trusting anyone and it got here here.

Where the Aether once sat in her forehead was a crude scar. If she saw him again, Rachel didn't know that she wouldn't seal him in the reality stone like she did with Trigon and her brothers.

Her meditation was cut short as her phone rang. Even on her night off, she was still on duty. She answered it, hearing the panicked voice of her tech agent Garcia. "What? Slow down, what's happening?"

People were dying? Rachel didn't understand, when she turned on the TV every channel was filled with the news. Shit. "I'll be right there, call the other agents and have them meet me in the conference room." She hung up before Garcia could say anything further.

Thirty minutes after the "Zero Hour" phenomenon. No new deaths, they all died at midnight. Rachel never heard of a killer that meticulous, at least not so sophisticated that they could take the lives at that exact moment across the globe.

If she had the Aether she could have used her power to get better insight, now, she could only use a quarter of her skill. She cursed, of all the times to be weakened.

The drive to headquarters was longer than usual, traffic either stalled from the dead or panicked by the incident. Rachel debated pulling off the road and flying the rest of the way. No, she left that life behind, she wasn't the Raven anymore. She hung up her mantle when she swore into the FBI. You couldn't be a vigilante and a federal agent too, it couldn't work.

Her team was waiting when she arrived. The debriefing took hours as they covered every angle they could think of, coordinating with Homeland Security and the CIA was their main plan but Rachel's gut was telling her this wasn't a human problem-- maybe not a Super one either. There was nothing connecting the victims at a glance and the cause of deaths were still to be determined. Rachel finished the meeting and left the office to get coffee. She wasn't sleeping tonight, not after being in a midnight meeting for three hours. Breakfast at a twenty four hour diner was the next best thing.

Rachel sat in her SUV, the parking lot filled as all available agents were burning the night away. Was it him? She couldn't help fear Trigon or her brothers had returned and were killing people. It wasn't just pain that afflicted her that night, it was the terror that Loki would try to summon Trigon. Every nerve in her body screamed to be a vigilante, call her friends and tackle this head-on; she couldn't, she made the choice fifteen years ago to retire as a vigilante and work for the FBI.

She grabbed her phone, scrolling through the contacts Rachel settled on one name and sucked in a heavy breath. She was going to regret this but if Trigon was resurfacing the risk of losing her job and prison time was worth saving the planet.

Rachel didn't call ahead, her phones were monitored -- at least she suspected they were, instead she drove to Faith's apartment. Rachel pulled her coat tight around her, the icy wind biting her neck and cheeks. When she knocked, a man answered the door taking Rachel a little off guard.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

She wondered if Faith moved, no her car was there. "Is Faith Lehane home?" Rachel's professional tone being a knee jerk reaction. That's when she peered in to see a second man, one she clearly recognized, sitting on the couch watching the telly.

Mitchell ushered her inside and closed the door. She wasn't a Vamp but he picked up on an odd scent in her blood, something he couldn't pinpoint. Nonetheless, he'd learned that hostiles didn't typically knock-- unless you were Herrick. "Faith! Company!" He smiled and offered his hand, "John Mitchell. You want a drink? We got beer, milk, pop." His English accent sticking out amid the listing of drinks.

"Thanks, I'm good." She smiled and shook his head, "Rachel Roth."

"Roth, I know that name. Aren't you that FBI agent who published that book on profiling vigilantes?" Faith and her beat cop buddies raved about it.

She nodded, "That's me." seeing his face light up, she couldn't hide the slight pride that after twelve years since the novel came out, her name was still remembered.

Mitchell left the room, leaving her and Spike alone. Rachel looked back at him curiously, "Spike." She acknowledged him.

He smirked at her knowingly. He saw beneath the badge and vigilantism. He remembered her when Trigon first emerged. "Well well, the Big Bad is all grown up and playing good cop." He stood up and faced her properly. He hadn't seen her since she was just a kid.

"Since when do you hang around with Slayers'?" She crossed her arms, glaring at him. Spike was a notorious criminal, Vamp or not, she saw the blood on him, the dozens of lives he'd killed in his past.

"Since I changed my ways. I'm not killing." His smugness was enough to make Rachel want to smack him. "Besides, me and Faith have a thing now."

She raised an eyebrow at that, "you and Faith are a couple?" Raven didn't believe it, then again she didn't believe much of what Spike said. Not after the Glasgow case of '91.

"Well, I'm sharing her with Mitchell but I'm her main squeeze." He shrugged and stepped out front to smoke a cigarette, "Good seeing you, Raven."

"Rach!" Faith beamed as she came from her master bedroom. Her police uniform unbuttoned leaving her in an undershirt and her utility belt. She took it off and dropped in on the dining room table. "How the hell have ya been girl?" Faith walked over and hugged her tightly.

"I'm fine." Rachel hugged her back, then looked her over "Is this a bad time?" She didn't want to hold her up if she was getting ready to go on duty.

"No, I'm done for the night. Come on, sit, want a beer?" Faith grabbed three for herself and her boys. Rachel shook her head.

"Can we talk a minute?" Rachel followed Faith into the bedroom and closed the door. "Have you seen the news recently?"

"Zero Hour? Yeah the chief called us all in for a briefing. Why?" No doubt the FBI was up in arms over this. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.

Rachel hesitated, "there's a small chance, that this could be Trigon's doing. I can't be certain, have you seen anything unusual?"

"Are you asking me as a fed or as Raven?" Faith was one of the few vigilantes who knew Rachel's history, unlike her, Faith used her role as a beat cop to track down criminals both human and super, it wasn't easy the higher up you went.

"Faith," She insisted.

"All right." Faith uncrossed her arms and walked over to her dresser drawer. "Over the last three months, Jessica Jones and I have been tracking disappearances." She pulled out a map and handed it to Rachel to review. "At first it seemed like nothing, but, it's become frequent enough that we've been tracking it. There was no connection between the missing people which was why I didn't call you guys in to investigate." She pointed to the markers where the victims each vanished. "The only link we've found is that the victims are vanishing at points where rift activity spikes."

Rachel looked it over, the numbers were staggering and seemed to grow in frequency. "Did you find anything else?" Faith shook her head, but pulled out a tiny red crystal from her drawer.

"Just this. We couldn't figure out what it was." Faith handed it to her and took the map back. "Have you heard anything about this?"

"We've heard about people going missing, but, nothing we've investigated. No matter how she played this out in her head, Rachel's intuition told her these weren't isolated incidents and this wasn't the work of humans. If Trigon was emerging, she had to find him before he killed again.

Faith watched Rachel examine the evidence, seeing her deliberate between her roles-- one she often had to separate herself. "I'll call Jess, if we put our heads together we can rule out whether your father is behind this."

Rachel cursed under her breath and handed the map back to Faith. "Okay." She wasn't going to return to the life of vigilantism but she could rule out Trigon's emergence. "If this is Trigon, we're going to need more than a Slayer and a Mutant to stop him. I don't think I'm strong enough to face him." Not without the Aether. Rachel realized then that she never told Faith-- or anyone-- what happened. Contacting Wanda from across timelines was a gamble in her condition. There was a high probability she'd lose control without the means to ground herself. She cursed under her breath and glanced back to Faith. "Are you still in touch with Willow?"

Faith's brows rose, "not since you two divorced." That was putting it nicely. Being sealed away in a parallel spoke for itself though. It wasn't as though she could pick up her phone and call her.

Rachel hoped Willow would have found a way back. The hope dwindled with each passing anniversary and by the tenth year, she told herself Willow was either trapped there permanently or she was killed. It hurt more than she'd admit and she found herself regretting things in their marriage that drove a wedge between them. Still, the past had to remain, she couldn't rewrite history no matter how much she tried to.

"We need to contact the Scarlet Witch. Wanda's the only viable option."

"Wanda? Isn't' Pietro the Scarlet Witch?" She never kept track of the various Avengers or supers, not unless they were under investigation for something. Then it clicked, "right, one of those Variants right?"

"Yeah something like that." Traveling the multiverse became more than just a means to find that bastard who took the Aether. It became a way to release her mind and soul-self throughout the cosmos and find balance. Earth was too small, she needed more than just the routine of work and catching unsubs.

Before she could finish her thought, the power went out. Silence became deafening. The window behind them shattered as a figure jumped through it. Rachel grabbed her gun, giving Faith cover as she rushed to her nightstand for her spare gun. From the other room, Rachel heard the front door be kicked in and Faith's roommates shout.

"Freeze! FBI!" Rachel barked training her gun on the figure. It stood and let out a feral growl, then launched itself at Raven. Alien or Daemon. Rachel couldn't tell and didn't care. She fired off a few rounds, but, didn't slow it down. Then she used her powers and the strength of the darkness around them to subdue the intruder. The commotion in the other room drew Faith's attention.

As Rachel tried to secure the creature, sharp pains assaulted her mind, her lack of control ultimately crushing the creature under the force of her energy. Gunfire and chaos rang from the other room. Rachel ran out to see Faith holding her own in a hand to hand with the creature while Mitchell and her other male friend were throwing things at it.

Faith knocked it unconscious then used a marked dagger to kill it. Rachel sucked in a breath and lowered her gun. "Everyone all right?" She asked and holstered her gun.

"Damn, thought we escaped them." Faith kicked the body for good measure and holstered her weapons. "Oh, this is..." she waved her hand dismissively, "Slayer business. Nothing you need to worry about." Nothing to do with the immediate investigation. Just another big bad trying to make a name for themselves.

She went back into her bedroom, scrunching her nose at the slightly flattened Daemon. "Shit, I'm not getting my security deposit back now."

"Sorry, I'll pay for the damages." Rachel offered and took a quick look around to ensure there weren't more.

"Nah, don't bother. The landlord is an asshole anyway." Let him clean it up. She put her gun and dagger away and grabbed some sheets to cover the bodies with. "You could do us one better and let us bunk at your place for the night? I promise, the boys are house trained." She teased. Rachel didn't like house guests. She was a private woman-- especially after Loki. Still, she conceded and nodded. "Fine. Keep the Slayer business off my property. I can't have my unit chief suspecting who I was." Her voice was deadly serious.

"Girl, it's five by five, how do you think I'm able to keep my badge?" She smirked and hugged Rachel once more in gratitude. "Hey, if you ever need a crash pad or a friend to bury a body, I got your back."

Rachel smiled, "The only body I'll ever bury is Loki's." She mused. She wasn't a killer, but, that bastard wasn't going to live when she finds him.

[vole-mon-amour]

7x02.

It's the team in the background watching as Spencer tells JJ how he feels (and I'm glad they didn't brush this off & showed that he actually has feelings. That he's not only the golden boy that never experiences anger or doesn't get mad at people) & then their faces & expressions are revealed. I love how everybody watches Spencer leaving, then turn to JJ, but David keeps watching Spencer.

I dislike the implication of only JJ calling Spencer "Spence" even in the darkest moments, as if they're the only ones that are this close. As if Derek isn't canonically best friend with Spencer & as if Spencer didn't trust his darkest secrets to Derek & didn't seek help from him way before he could open up to any of the team ("You told Hotch?? I told you, not Hotch!")

As much as I wanted JJ back, I dislike where this is going. JJ crying feels fake & kind of manipulating (because we once saw her faking it & we know how good of an actress she is). I rather headcanon Spencer coming to literally any of the team members rather than to JJ. To Derek, because Derek was also losing it, and them crying together (I'm serious). To Hotch & Hotch not budging, comforting him the best he can (remember, he's one of the dads of this team & an actual dad). And, finally, Spencer coming to David & David listening, and hugging him, and holding his hand until he can't anymore. Until one dark night Spencer sleeps at their (David and Aaron's) house & David & Spencer talk. But David breaks and provides the evidence of Emily being alive, but does in a very careful way—that Spencer doesn't need to search for Emily, that he doesn't tell anyone, but he is content & it doesn't hurt as much. After all, if Aaron is calling the shots, David can take this to Aaron. Maybe Aaron agreed. Maybe he doesn't. But they make it easier for Spencer. Idk, one of the canon divergences I have rn.

And, like, listen, I GET it. I get how Aaron told to Derek that it wasn't about them, but about Emily's safety. But that's why we have fanfiction. That's why I can go there. And frankly, ten weeks? I had nightmares about my dad being alive after he died. For months I blamed him in my dreams, I blamed his wife for not telling me when he started showing up alive. I clung to him. I wept. I screamed. Then he started disappearing for longer periods of time again (it's a process). I can genuinely imagine what Spencer is going through & why he is so mad at JJ, and how hard it is on him. There's Aaron's fault in that, too, I'd feel betrayed (basically, the way Derek felt), but if JJ didn't have the decency to tell him, that's cruel. Again, at least I think Aaron would've been able to tell him since he's the one who's decided that.

I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this scene. And in no way I support JJ/Spencer. Ew. Just ew.

Here's another one to support my theory about David caring about Spencer so much & eventually helping him out.

THIS. How do I stop just for a moment and write it, omg. Such a good concept—both David and Aaron caring for Spencer (but Aaron trying to protect JJ in the process. He's a good dad. He really is. He tries to be fair when he can.)

Dad teaching his son. <3 For real though, David sharing his experience and knowledge with Spencer is always nice to see. (Spencer's shirt is so... bright? That's unusual.)

These two brainstorming together. <3

That's why I wanted Emily back. She's emphatic. She gets it. She genuinely cares. Seaver was anything but & I'm glad that she's gone.

Oooh, an interesting angle, positions, and the lightning.

Cy is terrifying, though. My granny's sister had a son like this (not a serial killer but mentally ill (which, for the record, doesn't make mentally ill people bad, not at all) that loved cornering me and scaring me and grabbing me. I was just a kid and no one would do anything about that) & I hated every second when I was left alone with him.

It's the sudden change in David's hair colour, especially under the lightning. It's not the brown under the direct light, but visibly grey. His temples slowly greying, too. His brows, his beard. But then he's out in the sunlight & it's mostly gone. I find interesting how dark David's hair was for a bit, then the grey started showing, and now we're slowly going towards silver fox x) I feel like the creators either made Joe to dye his hair or he did it himself for a bit, since in 3x06 his hair wasn't as dark as it was later during the show. Idk, I love noticing those changes. I love those watching this kind of close-ups.

This is cute. Derek and JJ sleeping next to each other. Dave is probably napping, too. Aaron sitting like THAT and doing his own thing, but still close to the team. I love this family. Yes, despite me not liking or disagreeing with some things they individually do, I still love them so much. I can always turn to them & they will always make me feel good. They ARE my family.

I find it very interesting that Spencer is more mad at JJ than at Emily. He's more awkward with Emily, but doesn't refuse to talk to her. With JJ he really is angry & doesn't want to be near her or talk to her.

On the other hand, Spencer still gives Emily the cold shoulder, "I don't know. I'm not so sure I can make it." & Emily's smile completely disappearing. You can't laugh this one off, Emily.

"Look, Reid, I know you're mad at us because we didn't tell you what really happened, and I understand that. But I promise you, we had no choice." It's interesting how she also tries to protect JJ. She could've easily went, "She had no choice" or "I had no choice". But no, it's "us".

I definitely wish it'd take Spencer more than one episode to come to the terms of forgiving JJ and Emily, since at the end he shows up all beaming & as if nothing ever happened. I totally understand it was meant for Emily's protection, but that doesn't mean he should've moved on so quickly. I'd watch Spencer coming to terms with that for longer, struggling, and then finally forgiving them. Just one more episode. Just one.

[demonslayedher]

do you have an ideal match for fights in infinity fortress arc that didnt happen in the manga? i always thought mitsuri vs akaza wouldve been an interesting fight, with mitsuri's familial relationship to kyojuro and akaza's aversion to eating women

This has taken me a while because I couldn't think of anything quite that insightful as the added rage Mitsuri might have for Kyojuro's killer, paired Akaza's aversion to fighting women. It'd also be interesting to throw Iguro into the mix, as he had a soft spot for Rengoku too, and Akaza would probably dislike Iguro and/or taunt him for being weak. (I already have an ideal for Akaza vs Shinobu, who is both weak and a woman.)

The only image I have had in my head for the weeks and weeks I've been thinking on this question is Himejima vs Nakime, purely because I'd love the satisfaction of her toying with everyone who can't see her spacial changes coming, only to have Himejima, who has an uncanny gut feeling for what's coming next and therefore unswayed by her surprises, just plowing through a newly appeared door to pommel her in the head. It'd be nice to see her surprised, and Himejima being a boss and telling everyone to quit fooling around and get a move on.

But just now I had a vision for who I would want to see with him in such an encounter: Yushiro and Zenitsu. As Himejima takes off most of Nakime's head in one hit, Yushiro digs his hand into what's left to start controlling her vision before she even has much of a brain back, and he uses the other hand to shove the biwa into Zenitsu's hands and just saying, "play it." Zenitsu, still dazed and injured from his previous battle, is just, "...........you want me to what" and Yushiro repeats, "play it," as in, 'You. You play instruments. Control the Infinity Fortress.'

Ah, I feel it, the visions are coming to me stronger now. While Kokushibo is assessing Muichiro, I want Kaigaku to walk in them, totally betrayed. He thought he was special, but Kokushibo will make any old swordsman into a demon. Kokushibo had no idea why Kaigaku seems so upset and remains more interested in his grandson anyway. (I would also love to see Kaigaku witnessing Nakime being promoted to Upper Moon Four, and eagerly and politely pointing out to Muzan that the fifth position is open, so could he be promoted too? And Muzan just like, "nah" and walking away. I would also love for Kyogai to witness Nakime becoming Muzan's new favorite. Nakime waits for the right moments after Muzan leaves to tell other demons that they're losers.)

Okay but also, also, early in Shinobu's fight with Douma while she's still testing poisons on him, who should stroll in but Giyuu? Giyuu who senses his presence is an annoyance there? But of course he and Shinobu fight alongside each other anyway, and Giyuu finds her attitude strange and realizes, "Kochou, are you trying to get him to eat you???" Which of course makes Shinobu more annoyed, especially since Giyuu will be having none of that, and they find some way to take Douma down together without any sacrifices.

Okay, Sanemi and Akaza might have had a blast fighting each other, in a testosterone driven high. Sanemi would thoroughly hate Akaza's guts anyway. And maybe the Infinity Fortress is the wrong time for this to unfold, but if Genya encountered Douma while he was still in his "I'm gonna become a Pillar to make my brother acknowledge me" stage, Douma would probably find it adorable and Genya would have no idea what to do with this. He'd be all frozen up even without Douma needing to use any powers on him. But, for the sake of fun and unexpected team-ups, it'd be great to have Kanao and Inosuke drop in and snap him out of it so that all three can go ham on Douma. Oh my gosh, and if Genya gets a bite, just imagine little ice Genyas. And while we're thinking of different team-ups, just because their family histories are somewhat complimentary to each other, and because Kokushibo has centuries of pent-up rage toward the man who has so much influence on the Kamado family, it'd have been fun to see Tanjiro and Muichiro team up against Kokushibo for a while too.

OH! Oh my goodness, how have I missed the obvious?

Kaigaku vs Himejima.

Yeah, that one.

[impyssadobsessions]

(YJ Anon) Okay so, first off, I just finished Young Justice... the bad news is they screwed over Slo-bo and stuck him with a fate worse than death and no way out. Which I'm not jazzed about. BUT! This blog is mostly centered on Danny Phantom, and the way they ended Secret's arc has some implications: First off, I've mentioned in previous asks that Secret was kidnapped by the government and painfully experimented on before the rest of her team broke her out and the Justice League put pressure on the U.S. to get her specifically rights to exist. After that, Secret developed this unhealthy obsession with Robin (III, Tim Drake's version) and started holding him to an impossible standard and generally expecting him to always be there for her. He was like, 14-15 maybe? Absolutely not prepared for that kind of responsibility. When he inevitably let her down, she started to spiral. It didn't help that in teleporting them away once she ended up showing them the edge of death- causing all of her friends to be low-key afraid of her.

She started worrying about herself being inherently, secretly evil. She, along with Slo-bo, broke her dad out of death row (he killed her brother, who was a serial killer himself and also her murderer, but the court didn't know or believe that). The break out was streamed live on the internet. As a result, she was no longer welcome with Young Justice and they were about to apprehend her when Darkseid, a big bad of the DC universe with godlike power, took advantage of her insecurity and self-obsession with her own inner darkness to turn her fully over to the dark side (heh). She left with him for a bit, and returned later to lay waste to huge swathes of people. Everyone who had every wronged her, including Young Justice, was on the menu. Robin eventually talked her down, and she was turned human by Darkseid for betraying him.

This is what she wanted, and is very much the good ending for her, but as far as public opinion goes? Secret was a ghost who the Justice League trusted and backed 100% despite everyone telling them she was dangerous. She betrayed them, and she started hurting a lot (hundreds) of people before being stopped by her former team. As the first ghost to really stand in the public eye in the DC universe (possibly, I don't know enough about Spector or Deadman to say that with 100% certainty) she probably set maybe the worst possible precedent for ghost rights. Danny is SCREWED public opinion wise.

Oh my gawd yes... Danny has no chance, because the ppl won't even believe the Justice League anymore. And then Danny knowing full well he could cause just as much a damage if not more if he ever allowed himself to become Dan. So Danny struggling with his own issues of wondering if some part of him is inherently bad. But unlike secret, he's determined to prove it wrong/and naturally does so because he wants to protect ppl and ghosts alike. But yeah, Danny getting any help to defend him from the public is going to be a bust. Either something where the world has to see Danny being the hero he is or maybe the fact of him being half-human put them in some ease... though Danny himself would hate it if it was the later. Not wanting to think he's good just because he's half human. Because he knows plenty of good ghosts.. but it is a step forward in allowing ppl to accept ghosts. But he be bitter if it was the broadcast saving world thing.. oo or if it was both. Danny just be bitter by the public regardless, so even after being accepted the most he sticks around for is a wave and let others handle the rest. Only on public display when its absolutely necessary. Though can catch him correcting ppl randomly like "Not evil."

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Notice Me

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 3843

Summary: A killer leaves Reid’s girlfriend on the steps of the BAU with a message for Hotchner and the team. Spencer’s judgement is clouded and it seems that the killer isn’t finished with you. 

Notes: This is a dark one guys, so please be wary of that. I wanted to do an imagine that kinda felt like a case, but also had the reader involved and everything. This is another one that I needed to split into two parts because I got a little carried away (whoops). As always, please let me know what you think!

Warnings: Trauma, gore, assault, mentions of rape and sexual assault. 

Find Reid and more crime drama imagines: HERE

-

It was late. Later than anyone should have still been at the office and yet J.J. sat in front of a pile of files on her desk. Of course, Hotch was in his office too, both having already tried to convince the other to go home. Feeling like the piles would never end, J.J.’s attention shifted from a case to the flicker of movement just outside her door. At first, the figure standing by Spence’s desk startled her, but she quickly realized that it was you. 

“Y/N?” She smiled to greet you, though her confusion was clear. 

“Agent Jareau, I didn’t know you’d be here.” It was dark, so she couldn’t quite see how strained your smile really was. 

“Please, call me J.J.” She said lightly. Ever since you’d started seeing Dr. Reid, she liked to think the two of you had become friends. You liked to think that too, which was why you had hoped she wouldn’t be here. “Spence went home a couple of hours ago.”

“Is SSA Hotchner here?” You blurted. You didn’t have much longer. Her brows furrowed. 

“Um, yeah. He basically lives here, unfortunately.” She couldn’t get another word in before you rushed past her towards Hotch’s office. It wasn’t until then that she saw how pale you looked. 

It took every ounce of strength you had not to stumble as you walked. You kept your coat closed, partially out of embarrassment and partially because you were afraid that, even now, he was watching. Hotchner was working at his desk, just like he’d predicted. You had to knock to get him to look up. 

“Agent Hotchner?” 

“Dr. Y/L/N,” He set down the notes he was looking over and stared at you with surprise. “What can I help you with?” 

“I know it’s late, but he told me I had to find you.” You leaned against one of his chairs for support. 

“Reid sent you here?” 

“No. Spencer doesn’t know I’m here. He doesn’t know anything.” You winced at the thought. Spencer had no idea. He was probably worried out of his mind. You were supposed to be at his place watching a movie. Everything had changed in the span of one evening. 

You felt something drip off of the tip of your finger. Hotchner’s eyes followed the dark liquid until it splattered on his carpet. 

“Y/N are you okay?” Hotch stood up, noticing the way you seemed to sway slightly. 

“He said I had to come here. If I didn’t, he said that whatever he did next would be my fault. He said he has a message for you.”

“Y/N, who said this?”

“I didn’t know what else to do.” You undid the button keeping your coat closed. It was getting harder to speak. “He said that this is for you. For all of you.” 

You let your coat fall off of your shoulders, revealing your bloody chest and arms. Hotch lunged towards you as you collapsed, finally succumbing to your injuries. 

“J.J. get an ambulance here now!” He screamed, desperately trying to catch you before you hit the ground. The blonde appeared in the doorway to see what was going on. 

“Oh my god.” She gasped, rushing to the nearest phone. 

Hotch’s stomach dropped, taking a closer look at the bloody gashes on your chest. Each slash was deliberately carved into the flesh, forming two words; Notice Me. 

“J.J.!” He called out again. She rushed back into the room. 

“The paramedics are on their way.” 

Hotchner’s panicked face looked up at her. 

“Call the team.”

“Y-yes sir.” Her eyes widened, taking in the entirety of your wounds. Hotch’s jaw clenched. 

“And J.J.”

“Sir?”

“Let me call Reid.” 

-

He checked his watch for the hundredth time and blew out a long breath. On the table in front of him sat the box. The box. The box that had the potential to change absolutely everything. And you weren’t here to open it. He looked at his phone for missed messages, but the last text still read ‘On my way. See you soon.’ 

Spencer nearly jumped out of his chair when his phone suddenly started to ring. He felt his body tense when he saw the number. 

“Hotch?” He answered. Part of him already knew. 

“Reid…” Hotch sighed. “Spencer, you need to get down to the hospital.” Reid closed his eyes, hoping that he was wrong. 

“It’s her, isn’t it?” 

“Something’s happened.”

“I should have known. I should have looked for her. She’s never late, Hotch. Ever. She’s actually early for pretty much everything. I should have had Garcia track her phone or have her-” In his ranting, he forgot to breathe. 

“Reid, I need you to calm down.” Hotchner instructed. He listened to Spencer take a few deep breaths. 

“Is she…”

“The doctor said that she’s lost a lot of blood, but she’s going to be okay.” He paused, making Spencer even more panicked. “Unfortunately, that’s not all we have to worry about. I’ll be able to explain more when you get here. The team is on their way.”

“Wait, the team is coming?” The turning in his stomach got worse. There’s only one reason Hotch would have called in the team. 

“Like I said, I’ll explain when you get here.” 

“Hotch-”

“I’ll see you soon.” Hotch wanted to be supportive, but they were on a time crunch now. This message meant there would be more bodies and soon. 

It took a moment for Spencer to make his feet move. Once he did, he was running. Before he knew it, he was already outside and what he saw made him stop in his tracks. Parked in front of him was your car. Five feet and you would have been inside. 

-

Morgan was the first to meet him. Normally, Spencer would have found his presence comforting, but he knew that he wasn’t just here for support. Hotchner called the team in for a reason. By the look on his face, Morgan already had an idea. 

“What happened?” Reid demanded, trying to look over his shoulder. He tried to push passed him, but Morgan held him in place. 

“We don’t know a lot. But Reid, you’re going to want to prepare yourself.”

“I don’t need a pep talk, I need to see Y/N.” His attempts to dodge around him were unsuccessful.

“He carved a message into her chest with a knife, Reid.” Morgan sighed. Spencer stopped. 

“What?” 

“Come on, Hotch can tell you more than I can.” He led Reid back to a waiting area where a few other members of the team had gathered. Rossi was still on his way, and so was Prentiss., but Garcia, J.J., and Hotch were grouped together in the far corner. Garcia and J.J. were looking at something on her computer while Hotch sat with his eyes closed. 

He was trying to remember every last detail from when you walked in to when you collapsed. He knew something was wrong and he should have acted sooner. He analyzed every single word that you said, trying to piece everything together. 

“He said that this is for you. For all of you.”

Notice me. 

“Hotch.” Morgan called to get his attention. Everybody looked up and saw that he was joined by Reid. 

“Oh my god.” Penelope immediately stood and rushed over to them. She had definitely been crying. Spencer had forgotten that the two of you were friends. You were friends with the whole team, really. She enveloped Spencer in a tight hug. “When J.J. called, I couldn’t believe it.” She took a deep breath to compose herself. “We are going to figure this out and everything is going to be okay.” 

“Babygirl, let the kid breathe.” Morgan gently pulled her way from him. Spencer just stared off into nothing. 

“Her car is outside my apartment building.” He said blankly. “She was coming over to watch…” His gaze fell to the floor. “She was there. She was at my apartment and he took her.” 

“Spence, this isn’t your fault.” J.J. put a hand on his shoulder. “You couldn’t have known that he was out there.” 

Before he could respond, Garcia’s computer made a sound. She seemed almost afraid to look. When she did, her face dropped. 

“Is there a pattern?” Hotch sighed. She nodded, trying to keep calm. 

“Four bodies have been found in Maryland and Virginia. All of them were bound with duct tape, their necks were slashed and they were all raped.” She could barely say all of it without getting sick. She looked up at Spencer frantically. “But none of them had any messages or anything like that so maybe this isn’t the same guy. If it was the same guy, why would he…”

“Why would he leave her alive.” Spencer finished, closing his eyes. He couldn’t stop his brain from picturing every scenario, manifesting every scream. 

“I’m going to go see if the doctors can tell us anything.” J.J. said, giving Spencer a reassuring look. Reid finally looked at Hotch. He couldn’t help but stare at the blood that stained the front of his superior’s shirt. 

“What happened?” He didn’t think anything could be worse than what he already imagined. Hotch motioned for him to have a seat. 

“Whoever did this wanted to send us all a message. He told her that if she didn’t get to my office, that whatever he did afterwards would be her fault. He wanted to make sure I saw what he did.” 

“Morgan said that he-” Spencer took a sharp breath but was able to keep calm, distracting himself by picking at his nails. “He said that she had something carved into her chest?”

“Like I said, he wanted to make sure that I saw.” Hotch sighed. “He wrote ‘Notice Me’.” Everyone fell silent, each trying to wrap their heads around the situation. 

“Hotch,” J.J. returned, her expression betraying her concern, “She said she’s ready for questions.”

“Can you handle it?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I should stay here and look over the cases Garcia found.” 

“Of course.” J.J. paused before looking at Spencer. “She said she would like you to be there, Spence.” 

“O-okay.” He rose slowly, his nerves barely allowing him to move. Morgan gave him a supportive pat on the back before Spencer followed J.J. to your room. Every step he took made his heart pound harder. He’d heard countless statements from victims, analyzed the most gruesome crime scenes imaginable, but he had never been this paralyzed before. 

The two agents opened the door to find you struggling out of the hospital bed while a nurse tried to get you to lay back down. 

“I appreciate everything, really, but I’m not going to sit here all night. I need to find-” Your argument with your nurse quickly came to a halt. “Spencer.” 

“The doctor said you were ready to answer a couple of questions.” J.J. gave you a small smile, pulling a chair up next to your bed. “He told me you wanted Spencer with you.” She looked back at Reid, who was still standing in the doorway. 

He just stood there and stared. Your face was bruised and a bandage covered an injury on your forehead- probably the blow that your attacker used to overtake you. Bandages covered your arms and he could see more under the collar of the hospital gown. You were shaking, the color from your skin faded and cold. Seeing him made your eyes water. 

“Spencer, I-”

“You were late.” He blurted. He started to fidget with his nails. “I mean, I thought you were late. Even though you are never late for anything. You didn’t call or text me or anything and I still didn’t look for you. I should have looked for you. I-” His words caught in his throat. 

You shrugged off the nurses hands and walked towards him, trying not to wince as you raised a hand to rest on his cheek. He had tears in his eyes and you could tell he was desperately trying to keep them back. 

“Spencer, this isn’t your fault.” You said softly. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, trying to stop imagining what happened in that goddamn hour that that man would have had you. 

“Dr. Y/L/N, you really need to be laying down.” The nurse insisted. Spencer opened his eyes and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“She’s right. Come on.” He took your hand and led you back to the bed, helping to tuck you in under the blanket. He sat in a chair across from J.J. and kept your hand in his. 

“Are you ready?” J.J. asked patiently. You nodded nervously. J.J. smiled reassuringly. “If you want to stop at any point, just let me know, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“What were you doing before you were attacked?” 

“I was driving to Spencer’s apartment.to watch a movie and have dinner.” You glanced over at your boyfriend. “I parked in front and walked towards the door, but I didn’t get there.” 

“Were there cars already parked when you got there?” 

“I-I think so.” You closed your eyes, trying to envision the scene, but all you could see was his face and with his face came the pain and the terror. “Oh god, I see him.”

“Stay with me, Y/N.” J.J. kept her voice as calm as possible when inside her heart was breaking for you and for the anguished Reid across from her. “Do you remember the cars?” 

“Breathe with me, Y/N.” Spence instructed, kissing the palm of your hand. You calmed down enough and focused on the sound of his voice. “Breathe in. Breathe out.” You exhaled slowly and nodded. 

“There was a van.” 

“What color was it?”

“It was dark, but not black. Blue maybe? I don’t know, I only saw it for a second.” 

“That’s okay.” J.J. said. She exchanged a look with Spencer. Now came the hard part. “What did you do when you got out of your car? Did you see anyone?”

“No, it was just me. I walked towards the door, but something hit me. Someone was dragging me away from the door. The next thing I knew, I was in a van.” 

“Do you see anything?”

“There’s something on the walls. Some kind of padding. A-and on the back of the seat, there’s this jacket. A  women’s jacket. It was red.”

“What else can you see?”

“I see him.” A tear escaped your eye and fell silently down your cheek. “He-he’s leaning over me and he’s-” You paused and listened to the sound of Spencer’s breathing. You wanted to open your eyes and look at him. You wanted to see his face instead of the creature that did this to you. But you needed to do this. “He’s unbuttoning my shirt.” 

“Do you remember feeling the van move at all before he did this?” 

“No. No, he didn’t drive until after.” You felt Spence’s grip on your hand tighten. J.J. watched him carefully, reading the pain on his face. “He said something while he was taking it off. He said he ‘didn’t have enough time’ and he ‘couldn’t do it now.’ He said he wanted it to be special. That I was special.” 

“Was he wearing a mask or a hood?”

“No, I could see his face. That face…” You held back a cry. Spencer held back the urge to wrap his arms around you. “That’s when he took out the knife and started carving this.” You put a hand on your chest. “He said I was his messenger.” Your heart was starting to race and you started to hyperventilate. “He… he kissed each cut as he made them and then he would kiss me.” 

You finally opened your eyes and almost wished that you hadn’t. Spencer was crushed. There were tears on his face and utter horror in his eyes. You had to look away. 

“Well… you know the rest.” 

“You did great, Y/N.” J.J. reassured you. “Do you think you’d be able to give a description to a sketch artist?” Despite your efforts to keep it still, your lip started to tremble. 

“D-do you think I can sleep first? I’m so tired.” You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until now.  

“Of course. Just let me know whenever you’re ready, okay?” She glanced over at Spencer with a supportive smile before she left to join the others in the waiting room. You couldn’t bear to look at the pain you had caused him. 

“Maybe you should go with her.” You muttered, staring blankly at your lap, more tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. You had brought him in here because you knew you needed him to get through this, but you hadn’t thought about what it would do to him. 

Spencer tried not to show the hurt on his face, but he wasn’t successful. He let go of your hand and stood up. 

“Let me know if you need anything.” His voice barely came out above a whisper. Any louder and he was sure it would have cracked. You watched the way his shoulders sagged as he walked, like he was carrying the weight of what had happened over his shoulder. You grabbed his hand before he got far. 

“Spence, wait.” You motioned for him to come closer and held his hand against your heart. When his skin grazed against the cuts in your chest, it didn’t hurt. If anything, it eased the sting. “I love you.” 

A small, lopsided smile appeared on his lips. Suddenly the box in his jacket pocket weighed more. 

“I love you too.” 

-

Once Rossi and Prentiss arrived, Hotchner briefed the team on what their next step should be. Reid, however, was nowhere to be found, which had made everybody worry. He sent Morgan and Prentiss to the latest murder crime scene to see if this really was the same unsub. Garcia went back to the BAU, but Rossi and J.J. stayed 

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Rossi asked, setting down a cup of terrible hospital coffee. It was almost morning now and no one had gotten any sleep. 

“From what she told us, it isn’t over yet.” J.J. sighed. “He told her that she’s special. He’s going to come back for her.” 

“And we will be here when he does.” Hotch stared down at the array of photos from the previous crime scenes. He was usually good about separating his emotions from a case, but this was an attack against his team. This was made to be personal. 

Hotch started down the hall, turning the corner and stopping. He noticed movement in the corner of his eye and turned around. Reid sat on the floor with his back pressed against the side of a vending machine and legs crossed in front of him. His face was sullen and tear stained.

“Hey,” He greeted, immediately stiffening and whipping his face with his sleeve. He stood and brushed off. Hotch noticed the way his hands shook. “Have you guys found anything yet?” 

“Morgan and Prentiss are heading to the latest crime scene. Based on what Y/N told you and J.J. about the attack, it could be the same unsub, but we don’t want to make any conclusions yet.” 

Reid nodded quickly, keeping his gaze trained on the floor. 

“Maybe I should go with them. I might get a better-”

“This isn’t your fault, Reid.” Hotch interrupted. He knew exactly where the younger agent’s mind was. “That is what he wants you to believe, but it isn’t your fault.” 

“I…” Spencer knew that arguing with him was pointless. He just looked defeated. “I have to do something, Hotch.” 

“The doctors will likely release Y/N in a couple of hours. We’ll need to get her somewhere safe. You should stay with her.” Hotch knew how the guilt was weighing down on him. He put a hand on his shoulder. “We’re all here for you, Reid. You and Y/N. We aren’t going to stop until we catch this man.” 

“Thanks, Hotch.” Spencer sniffed. More than anything, he wanted to take you home and never let you leave his embrace. Reid leaned down to pick up his jacket from the floor, wincing when a small velvet box clattered to the tile. Hotch picked it up for him. 

“Reid…” He proceeded with caution, but there was a warmhearted tone in his voice. “Is what I think it is?” He handed it to Spencer who hurriedly stuffed it back into his pocket. 

“Actually it’s a-” He stopped and gave him his awkward lop-sided smile. “I was going to ask her tonight.”

“I didn’t know you were ready to take that step.” 

“Neither did I.” Spencer laughed nervously. “But ever since I met her, I just knew. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.” He put his hand in his pocket, feeling the box in his fingers. Tonight was supposed to be so different. Hotch’s usually serious expression broke into a small, proud smile. 

Hotch’s mind returned to the case and he started back down the hallway. Spencer walked towards your room, pausing when his phone rang. 

“Dr. Reid.” He answered. For a moment, there was just breathing on the other end. Before he hung up, a low, raspy voice spoke. 

“I won’t be ignored anymore, Dr. Reid. You all notice me now.” 

Reid took off running. He found Garcia in the waiting area and pointed urgently at his cell phone before continuing the call. 

“You’re right. You have our full attention.”

“I know that little trick. Make me think I’m in control so your pretty little tech can trace this call. I learned from the best.” He chuckled deeply. “You won’t find me until I want you to.” There was a brief pause, like he was stopping for effect. “I was just calling to ask you some questions, Dr. Reid.”

“I’m not nearly as interesting as you are.” Reid tried to keep his tone even as he watched Garcia scramble to trace the call. 

“Could you hear her screaming?” His voice was like nails on a chalkboard. “I want to make sure that those soundproofing panels worked. She kept calling out for you over and over and over…” 

“You want us to know who you are, why don’t you tell me your name?” 

“Tell me, have you had her yet, Dr. Reid?” His suggestive voice made Spencer’s blood boil. “I’m dying to know what it’s going to be like when I have enough time with Y/N.” 

“You won’t get that chance.” He finally spat, losing control. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take better care of her than I did those other girls. I look forward to meeting you, Spencer.” Just like that, the line went dead.

-

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[reidyoulikeabook]

B is for Blindfolds

Summary: The BAU Christmas party is held at the office. Penelope is full of terrible ideas, but somehow Emily’s are worse.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, use of a blindfold (for a fun game, not anything sexy here), pining, idiots who don’t realise their love is reciprocated as HELL (they will, but not quite yet).

Word count: 3k

A/N: okay so i really had fun writing this one!!! i have a solid solid direction of where this is headed now and i’m EXCITED about it! as always, please let me know what you think :) this is technically Wednesday’s update, and there’ll be another on Friday!

This is the second chapter of the A-Z of Spencer Reid series, but can be read as a stand alone.

The team, yourself included, are more than ready to let off a little steam. There was no point trying to book anywhere in advance, not with the sporadic nature of festive serial killers, so you’d taken over the office. Penelope had, in eager anticipation of your return, decked it out like a winter wonderland.

“Seriously, it looks like someone robbed a grotto,” Emily had joked.

She wasn’t wrong. A seven-foot Christmas tree, God knows how she’d smuggled that into the building, obscured the hallway outside Hotch’s office. It was dripping in tinsel, baubles, you name it. It even had a nutcrucker man. Mistletoe was hung, obviously in a way she believed to be covert, and maybe it would have been if you weren’t all deeply familiar with the antics of Penelope I-Love-The-Holidays Garcia. You’re all careful to sidestep it as you walk in, knowing she’s a stickler for the rules. All equally reluctant to invoke her wrath before a glass of eggnog or two.

On the table, there’s a selection of alcohol laid out. Alongside a bunch of pink glittery cups.

“I got everything!” Penelope chirps.

“I can see that baby girl,” Morgan chimes in, greeting her with a hug.

She really has: there’s juice, fruit, almost every liquor you can think of (including the fancy whiskey that Rossi and Hotch like to get out at dinner), wine of varying colours, and what looks to be some fancy fruit cider. From the spread, and the mischevious twinkle in her eye, you’re sure she won’t be letting you escape unscathed.

At that thought, you can’t help but steal a glance to your right.

Spencer. The man is stood next to you with folded arms, surveying the options in a way that almost looks pensive.

Got to behave myself

I will behave myself

Will he be drinking?

That question is answered when he takes a step towards the table, stepping behind it. He picks up a plastic cup and, playing bartender, asks.

“So, what can I get you?”

***

“Mixology is pretty much the same as any other kind of chemistry,” Spencer explains, gesturing with the hand that’s holding his cup and swilling the liquid, “It’s about balancing the right components to get the combination you want. A lot of the recipes call for more alcohol than is strictly necessary for the flavour they provide. Usually the other elements of the drink are designed to bring out the flavour or mask it, depending on what alcohol you’re using. Almost always you want to mask the taste of vodka, but tequila you try to balance it out.”

Spencer is leant on the desk next to you, rambling, having been allowed to be in charge of making everybody’s drinks over the past couple of hours.

Sipping the concoction he’s made you, you have to admit he’s done a pretty good job.

He clearly agrees, since he’s consumed more than a couple himself. He’s just tipsy enough to push at the boundaries of affection, his shoulder pressing against yours, his happy eyes a little glassy. You listen, hanging on every word he says, watching him lick his lips before he continues speaking again.

“That’s why they serve tequila shots with lime and salt.”

“And here I was thinking they were just making it fun for body shots,” Emily cuts in, making Morgan and Penelope laugh.

You see the look on Penelope’s face and intercept her before she can start, “Don’t even think about it.”

“But!”

“No!” You shake your head, “You really think Hotch is going to go for body shots?”

Hotch laughs dryly, taking a sip of the whiskey he’s been nursing, “That’s one I think I’ll refrain from participating in.”

“Fine,” Penelope pouts, “But everybody’s doing pin the tail on the donkey!”

“Pin the tail on the donkey? What are we, 5 years old?” Emily laughs.

You lean in against Spencer, who has been quietly surveying the last few moments. Your fingers slip slightly beneath his buttoned sleeves, coming to rest on his forearm.

“Balance,” You whisper quietly.

He nods, shifting to allow you to lean more closely into him on the desk.

It’s hard not to get distracted by your proximity to him.

It’s only because you’re drunk.

Maybe. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good. If you squinted, you might just look like a couple. That’s certainly what it looks like to Dave, who gives you a cursory once over before training his gaze elsewhere. Your heads are almost touching, Spencer is slouching but keeps his neck just stiff enough to avoid resting atop of yours. You’re casually against his body, the two of you strewn across the desk. It looks comfortable, familiar.

It feels comfortable, familiar.

It’s only because you’re drunk.

***

After a singular round of pin the tail on the donkey, during which a blindfolded Emily decided to go rogue and try to pin the tail on the moving-very-quickly-out-of-dodge Hotch, it’s decided the blindfolds will be used for a different purpose.

Trust falls.

Well, not so much trust falls, as you’re each blindfolded and tasked with the challenge of walking across the bullpen without falling. 

“We’ll pair up!” Penelope announces, rubbing her hands together with glee, “Hotch you’re with Rossi, Emily you’re with me, Derek you’re with ____, and Spencer you’re with J.J!”

Oh

You will away the tinge of disappointment that flares in your chest at not having been paired with Spencer. Although, when you look up at him, you swear you can see a similar feeling sitting behind his eyes.

Probably reading too much into it

“Reid has an unfair advantage,” J.J argues, interrupting your thoughts.

“How do I have an unfair advantage?” Spencer asks.

“Eidetic memory,” She replies.

There are murmers of dissent, then Rossi pipes up.

“If you can’t make it across the bullpen you walk everyday without falling, I think you seriously need to consider whether you should be out in the field with a gun.”

Everybody laughs. They laugh more, though, when Rossi falls on his first attempt, crashing into Hotch. The two decide to resign from the game after that. Hotch plays the health and safety card, but privately you think it’s the double whiskeys that have betrayed him.

“You think you can do it?” You ask Spencer.

He smirks, “I could do it in my sleep.”

You shake your head, “Your legs are too long. You’re like Bambi at the best of times, let alone three mai tais in.”

“Two,” He objects, you quirk a brow and he relents, “Fine, three. And a whiskey Rossi gave me which was awful. I drank it fast and then he told me that one glass I’d had would cost $40. Who would pay $40 to drink that voluntarily?”

“Rossi, Hotch, Emily,” You smile, nudging him with your elbow, “And don’t think you’ve distracted me Spence, I’m still betting you fall.”

“You’re betting?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re that confident in my ability to mess up,” He teases.

“Something like that.”

He grins, “You’ll see.”

He takes the blindfold when it’s his turn, smirking at you as he adjusts it onto his face. It’s with a great degree of annoyance that you watch him clear the bullpen in five easy, and somehow very elegant, steps.

“Go Spence!” J.J cheers, her previous displeasure completely forgotten.

“Pretty boy!” Morgan cheers.

Without taking the blindfold off, Spencer tilts his head to exactly where you’re standing, smirking, “You wanna go next, ____?”

It’s hard not to visibly react to what his cockiness does to you.

You swallow, “Fine. Give it here.”

***

You move your feet confidently one in front of the other. After almost a year of walking the bullpen, you’re pretty certain you can get across it unscathed. You even remember to swing your hip to the right to miss the Santa gnome gone fishing currently hanging off Derek’s desk. In doing so, however, you manage to get yourself all caught up.

With a single step, you feel yourself slipping, arms flailing and managing to catch on to absolutely nothing. You panic.

"Spencer!"

"Spencer?!"

Spencer.

You recognise the feeling of his hands steadying you at your waist. He pulls you against his body, tucking your outstretched arm into him to steady you. You vaguely register Derek’s amused chuckle from behind you.

“I got you,” Spencer says, “Stay still, I’ll take the blindfold off.”

His hands gently slide up your cheeks, lifting it with care to avoid yanking on your hair. He pulls it up and away from your head smoothly.

The lights are dizzyingly bright. You blink rapidly, allowing your eyes to adjust on the face of the slightly concerned, slightly amused looking Spencer hovering above you. His left hand lingering against your cheek. You forget yourself entirely, lost in the intimacy of his touch, barely daring to blink in case it’s gone.

“Mistletoe!” Penelope cackles with glee, breaking your reverie.

“What?” You ask.

Spencer looks up. You follow his gaze, seeing the strategically placed mistletoe. In guiding you to safety, Spencer had walked right into Penelope’s trap.

Oh.

Derek teases something, underscored by a quip from Emily that has them both in hysterics. Neither you or Spencer are really listening.

He’s already so close to you. The pressure of his hand on your cheek starting to make you flush with warmth. His thumb strokes downwards, over your cheekbone. You tilt yourself a little towards him. Trying desperately to act casual, but ultimately failing miserably. His breath fans over your face, smelling faintly of rum and lime.

“Not like this,” He whispers, so quiet that only you can possibly hear him.

He presses a kiss to your cheek instead.

Fuck.

“Very exciting stuff guys,” Emily chirps.

Vaguely, you’re aware of J.J admonishing her, Rossi’s eyes studying you, Derek’s laughter, Penelope’s squeal of delight that someone had finally fallen into her trap.

Your heart thumps in your chest, and you wonder if it’s loud enough for Spencer to hear. From the way he swallows thickly, stepping back with a degree of caution and a look of a deer caught in the headlines, you think it probably was.

Fuck.

What did he mean not like this?

***

After the mistletoe debaccle, the party starts to die down a little. Hotch makes an excuse to leave, shortly followed by Rossi.

You stick around for a little while longer, devoting most of your time to the decidedly tipsy Penelope who’s hanging off Derek’s arm. The mood is nice, actually, a welcome change from the tense atmosphere that often clouds the bullpen, and its occupants wherever in the US they may be.

It’s a little after 1am when you decide to make your exit.

“Do you want to share an Uber?” You ask Spencer, gripping onto his elbow as he walks past.

“Yeah! I was planning on taking the metro but you’ll be safer in an Uber.”

“Are you...sharing it with me?” You ask, feeling a little awkward at having to repeat the request for clarification. The tipsiness you’d initially felt has started to wear off; it leaves both tiredness and an odd shyness in its place.

“Oh no! Of course!” He smiles, grabbing his satchel from where it’s slung over the back of his chair, “We’ll get them to drop you off first, then me.”

***

The wait for the Uber is silent, but not uncomfortable. You loll against Spencer, comfortable in the quiet. The only sounds to be heard of keys as various other agents leave the building. It’s easy to tell which are coming from the grind of the paperwork and which are coming from their own parties. You’d like to attribute it to a years worth of profiling experience but the tinsel around Jerry from White Collar Crimes’ neck is a tad on the nose.

You don’t speak until it arrives, climbing in and closing the door. Clicking your seatbelt into place.

“Sorry about embarassing us before,” You say, purposely being ambiguous.

He squints at you for a moment before opening his mouth, “You mean calling for me when you fell?”

“Yeah,” You say,

“You didn’t embarass me,” He says, quiet, “It was nice actually. Nobody’s ever called for me when they’ve been in trouble before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I uh, I guess I’m not the most athletic. People usually go to Morgan if they need some kind of physical help. It was nice. That you wanted me. Even if you are drunk.”

“I’d have asked for you sober,” You admit.

He squints in response, and you continue, “I trust you Spence. I trust you to always have my back in the field, to protect me. I’d trust you with my life. I mean, of course I’d trust any one of the others, the team wouldn’t work otherwise. But,” You trail off, a little embarassed.

“But it’s different.”

“Yeah. Like you’re the person I’m closest to I guess. In the almost year I’ve been here, we’ve worked together the most. I think I have the best working relationship with you. If ever there was a crisis, I’d want you. Even if the crisis is me tripping on my own shoelaces while blindfolded.”

You both laugh at that. It’d be easy to succumb to a comfortable silence again, let the moment fizzle out.

“I think the same about you,” He says, his voice cracks a little with the sincerity, “Whenever anything goes wrong. You’re the person I want to talk to.”

You move your hand forward to close the gap between you two, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it, “I’m really glad we have each other Spence.”

“Even when I beat you?” The playful glint in his eye is back.

“Even when you beat me.”

“If I remember correctly, and I usually do, you actually owe me for losing the bet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you said ‘I’m still betting you fail.’“

You smile, “We never agreed what we were betting.”

“We didn’t.”

"So what do you want as your prize then, Rudolph?”

“Rudolph?” He laughs a little, incredulously.

“Well I called you Bambi before and obviously you’ve proved you’re more talented, I needed to pick a respectably agile deer.”

“Rudolph was known for his nose, not his agility.”

“The song says he guided the sleigh Spence, he couldn’t have done that if he wasn’t agile.”

He shakes his head at you, “He was just in charge of the lights.”

“Did they or did they not get around the world safely?”

“The song never clarifies that.”

“It’d be a little dark for them to kill off Rudolph.”

“Probably why they didn’t include it in the song.”

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes, “Well anytime you decide to stop nitpicking my compliments and decide what you want as your prize is fine by me, honestly.”

He smiles, obviously having decided to answer you sincerely. You study him as he, presumably weighs up his options, his teeth momentarily catching his plush lower lip. You swear you see his eyes flicker to your mouth. But then you blink, and he’s studying you thoughtfully.

Just wishful thinking

"Caramel,” He settles on.

"Caramel?”

“Last year I went to this coffee shop and I got their festive caramel coffee. It was amazing. But they only did it that one year, they gave me the recipe for the syrup but...” He trails off, looking embarassed, and when he speaks again his voice is quieter, “I kept burning it. I had a thermometer but I couldn’t get the temperature quite right.”

"You want me to make you caramel syrup for coffee? Mixologist skills don’t extend quite that far?”

He doesn’t say anything, instead pressing his lips together in a thin line. Almost as if he’s worried for your reaction.

You're quick to follow yourself up, “Well I’d be happy to give it a try, but I think I’ll need somebody to taste test it. Make sure I’m getting it right.”

He grins, “I’m probably a better taste taster than maker.”

“Well, we’re off for a few days, assuming we don’t get any cases. You’re at Ethan’s for Christmas, right? When are you back?”

“The 27th. But I’m going to visit my mom over new years, so I’m leaving again on the 30th.”

You nod, “Well, how about the 28th?”

“The 28th sounds good.”

It’s impossibly good (bad) timing that the Uber pulls up outside your building.

“Well I’ll look forward to it,” You say, undoing your seatbelt.

“Me too.”

There’s a silence. Not uncomfortable, but definitely not like the one earlier.  Your eyes linger on one another, almost cautious. There’s a buzz in the air, one that can't quite be attributed to alcohol.

Ask him what he meant by not like this

No

Ask him

“This your place?” The Uber driver asks, clicking his tongue with a degree of impatience.

“Yeah,” You reply, nodding. Reluctantly, you push open the car door, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Spencer as you depart.

His mouth hangs open a little, words seeming to play across his lips. Not making them out of his mouth. The driver clears his throat, and you throw him an apologetic glance. Spencer’s Uber rating will be in the toilet after this.

Good job he takes the Metro.

"Have a good Christmas Spence,” You say, wondering if he can tell. Wondering if he can sense how badly you want to stay, to let this Uber drive you around the backstreets of Virginia. They’re not particularly pretty. But there isn’t much you wouldn’t do just to spend time with him. You’d even allow yourself to promise caramel syrup you know you’ll butcher.

If he knows, the wistful look in his eyes doesn’t betray it.

“Have a good Christmas, _____.”

---

Next part: C is for Caramel

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[uwuwriting]

Among Us with the boys

Request: okay so who do you think would like playing among us and what would they be? like would they be the imposter or the crewmate, who would die first?- anonymous 

HAHAHAHA! I SWEAR WHENEVER I PLAY THEY ALL THINK IM SUS. AND I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING. Anyways, I really like this game makes my paranoia useful. Love ya.💖💖💖

rules

masterlist

warnings: umm nothing? idk.

Kaminari Denki

-Sus af without even trying. 

-Legit.

-He just messes up that card task in admin and has to do it over and over again.

-So the others just see him lurking in admin and immediately are like .....you lil bitch.

-He is always the first to be voted off. 

- “Kami is sus yall I’m telling you.”

- “I AINT DONE NOTHIN!!!”

- *coochieman69 was Not an Impostor*

-It really gives him serious gamer rage. 

-My boy is really bad with the whole voting stuff. 

-He keeps forgetting what color his avatar is and votes himself. 

- “yellow is kinda sus.”

- *kami who is yellow* “Yeah he should go.”

- everyone: ......

-Bad spelling. 

-Like really bad spelling. 

-To the point yall can’t understand what he wants to say. 

-Um voice chat has been banned when you play with Kami. 

-The sounds this guy makes. 

-Good lord. 

-Pierce your eardrums with the first accussation thrown his way. 

-Comes to your room for comfort after he gets voted off on the first meeting. 

-Cried once bc no one believed him. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Impostor KING.

-No one EVER suspects him.

-He’s just so non chalant 24/7 that people just assume that him running around is normal bc he’s doing tasks so he can go chill in security. 

-In reality when he’s a crewmate that is exactly what he does. 

-But he will never say that aloud. 

-Pairs up with you. 

-Impostor or not he will follow you around to keep you safe™.

- “Babe just vent.” 

- “But they’ll think you did it.”

- “No they won’t.” 

- *someone else gets voted off.*

- “Told you.” 

-He knows how to use vents and NOT get caught.

-Like legit he never ever gets caught. 

-No one knows it how he does it it just happens. 

-Doesn’t really speak in the chat. 

-Even when he is being accused. 

-Boy couldn’t give to flippin fucks. 

-He really never has to say anything bc he never gets blamed but anyways. 

-Trolls people when he is a crewmate. 

-Just follows them around and stands there doing nothing. 

Dabi 

-Is accidently good at it. 

-Maybe its the villain life style but he knows how to turn others against someone???

-Like blue may have been with three other people for the majority of the game but for a few seconds he left and came back. 

-In that time ladies and gentelmen blue murdered dear green in cold blood. 

-I swear its amazing how much people believe him. 

-Like look at him. 

-He just oozes trust. 

-He has one of those faces. 

-When he is the impostor he legit kills everyone in 0.5 seconds.

-Goes on a killing spree killing 4 crewmates on his own in a matter of seconds while you on hte other hand have been trailing white from the start of the game. 

-You always get ejected no matter what. 

-Mostly because you always find the bodies..... and Dabi is a lil shit and says he saw you venting or killing. 

-Like, sir I am your s/o please defend my honor. 

-Got voted off once and almost burned his bed. 

-He got really REALLY frustrated because for the first time in forever no one believed him. 

-And he was ejected. 

-When he was just an innocent crewmate. 

-The only reason no one trusted him was because you guys were playing with the LoV and they know what type of person Dabi is. 

-Next in line was Shigaraki......crusty ass man got ejected so fast. 

Shigaraki Tomura

-Gamer rage. 

-No one trusts him. 

-Its worse than Kamis’ situation. 

-Sir, we do not trust you please leave our space shuttle. 

-And it gets to him so fucking much. 

-Like you will just hear a random anguished scream at 3 am bc he was once again... ejected. 

-For some reason can never be the impostor. 

-Like the games’ algorithm is fighting against him and never gives him a chance. 

- “This game is bugged!”

- “You a crewmate again?”

- “FUCKKKKKK!!!!!”

-Cannot get the nuclear reactor task right. 

-Keeps forgetting the order of the buttons and will spend the whole game there doing just that. 

-Until he gets killed. 

-He ruined two phones. 

-He got so angry he accidently turned his phone into dust. 

-Kurogiri is a tired parent. 

-Like a really tired parent. 

-Dabi and Toga troll him while playing together.

-Angers him further and no he is chasing them throughout the hideout to turn them to dust. 

-You have to calm him down with cuddles so he can sleep. 

-Bc bby boy cannot sleep if he’s mad. 

Hawks/Keigo Takami

-Can’t really play??

-Can’t do tasks and always self reports. 

-He’s just dumb. 

-Dumb and easily distracted. 

-You’ll be playing next to him and he will be watching you game.

 -And then he will see you go near him and he’ll wake up from his trance and try to get away. 

-But fails.

-Like fails miserably. 

-Gets chopped in half in no time. 

- “SONGBIRD!”

- “There are no rules in love and war, darling.”

-Fuming.

-Tries to convince Endeavor to play with you two. 

-Will staright up call the man in the middle of the night and give him the code to your room. 

-Makes sex jokes while its just the three of you in the room. 

- “So I have been thinking....now that I have you both were I want you.”

- “Hawks...” “Keigo.......”

- “Let’s have a threesome.”

- *1#hero left*

- * ~mommy~ left*

-Is a really bad impostor. 

-He just tells you that he is the killer the moment he gets his role and you just report him with zero hesitation. 

-He has been betrayed. 

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