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the-obnoxious-sibling · 4 months ago

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*clasps your hand* we're officially on the same boat and I'm in tears reading your reply

I sometimes forget that Shanks doesn't know WHY buggy left him, so there's no way for Beckman to know either, all he knows is what Shanks thinks of it. Would he assume Buggy hated Shanks and be a bit tense when Buggy boarded the Red Force? Like what he could say to Shanks to hurt him, didn't think it was a good idea to give Buggy and his followers safe passage but Shanks was persistent (what a softie) so Beckman relented, only to be smacked in the face by their clear (begrudging in Buggy's case) fondness for other, he knew Shanks held no ill will against his childhood friend but???? What the hell Buggy obviously loves his Captain so then?? Why did they part at all, Beckman now knows there's more to it.

I can't think too much about Buggy's side of all this I'm gonna cry again WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS THINKING OF BECKMAN AS SHANKS "RAYLEIGH" 😭 I went back to check IKIKYB and Buggy thought of/brought up Rayleigh 18 times and I'm so emotional about it I can't do this

Buggy thinking he did good not joining Shanks because now he has a dependable and strong First Mate worthy of Shanks and the complete opposite of himself OOOUUGH I'M GONNA BE SICK BUGGYYYY I hate it here

While looking up the Rayleigh mention in ikikyb, I reread the part where Buggy casually says he knew being first mate to Shanks would be tough and he thought he'd be prepared, and Shanks looking on confused HE REALLY DIDN'T KNOW BUGGY WAS GOING TO BE HIS FIRST MATE, CANON WISE, TOO, THESE TWO NEVER TALKED, NEVER GAVE ANY INDICATION OF WHY THEY DECIDED WHAT THEY DID. But anyway I ended up agreeing with Shanks in your Fic, it's how I feel about it, too. I'm happy Buggy didn't become his First Mate because now Buggy can follow his own dream. It's just all so sad the way it went about..

(anon’s previous ask on this topic)

yeah, all beckman can know about shanks&buggy is what shanks tells him, and we know shanks is missing a few key details there. so beckman’s knowledge is incomplete—but i’m certain he knows it’s incomplete. that’s part of why i think he’s quick to reserve judgment, he knows there’s context he doesn’t have.

the first person to get buggy thinking about rayleigh in ikikyb is actually lucky roux, both indirectly (by making a hangover cure for shanks that was rayleigh’s go-to back in the day) and directly (by telling buggy about the day shanks and his crew ran into rayleigh in sabaody). every time rayleigh’s mentioned after that scene, it’s either buggy gossiping with shanks about rayleigh or being reminded of rayleigh by people around him (mostly beckman, but once or twice shanks does something the same way rayleigh taught them as kids, and galdino reminds buggy of rayleigh once too 😉).

yeah, like, who knows if shanks is happy with where his life is right now, but i think buggy can’t imagine a better life for shanks than the one he’s currently got, and he wouldn’t have that life if buggy had stayed. so leaving shanks must’ve been the right call. and (in ikikyb, at least), shanks agrees for the opposite reason—because he believes, after what buggy tells him, that staying with shanks would’ve been bad for buggy.

#tos answers #one piece #buggy #benn beckman #the near miss fics #shuggy #← all of this is peripherally about the ship so i might as well tag it #pls just imagine me going >:)c at all of the emotions ikikyb has generated in you btw #this kind of ask is all i could ever want in a reaction to that fic! tysm >:)c #(to be clear: neither of them are necessarily CORRECT that staying together would’ve made for a worse outcome)#(they don’t know about my no divorce au or how things end up there)#(but also the no divorce au is one good route out of thousands that *did* break bad)

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raptorrobot · 2 months ago

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autistic meltdown bf (icarus) VS severe panic attack gf (gabriel). who's leaving the function Alive

#icariel #the correct answer is neither of them btw #icarus goes dead to the world and gabriel starts freaking out . nobody wins #also fun fact; chapter 9 of violent sun is icarus just having one big meltdown . yay !

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caffeiiine · 8 months ago

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SODA IM GOING TO MAKE MYSELF CRY

So theoretically would you rather be a prop or actor in a play?

The props are used by others sure, but they are vital. You can't have a play without them and they can completely change the tone and mood of a scene.

The actors have a vague sense of freedom. They follow a script but they interpret it and make it their own. They're the heart of the play but live under stress and pressure, crumbling if taken to far.

Though in the end they're only really good when the director knows how to use them.

Thats Siglai. In this essay I will-

ooooo, i’d probably be an actor honestly.

[the fact i can’t tell which one is supposed to be sigma and which is meant to be nikolai bc i see bits of both in each description tells me this is a very good analogy and i agree wholeheartedly]

ANYWAYS, GOING BASED ON MAJOR DESCRIPTORS: im saying sigma is the prop based on his backstory and current uses plot wise. and Nikolai is the actor!!

THIS IS SUCH A WAY TO DESCRIBE THEM BTW

assuming sigma represents the prop: sigmas sky casino literally houses one of the stages for one of their terror plots, the coin bombs!! and not to mention his backstory being trafficked and used for his ability, being deemed a tool before a person. only to escape and end back in the same exact scenario with less visible strings. <3 but at the same time he is literally how the doa got the whereabouts for the page if i remember correctly, and their stuff wouldn’t have worked without him or just would’ve been more difficult to pull off. [if he defects i wonder what’ll become of the doa tbh. assuming fyodor is most likely alive, and they continue their original goals]

aaand assuming the actor represents nikolai: the only reason he feels that vague freedom is because he believes he proved it everything he does is for free will. he needs to prove it and he needs to know it himself. he’s, of course, a sane individual like everybody else; he, of course, feels the guilt that comes with his actions. yk eventually he won’t be able to put it off anymore he hears the cries, and the screams and everything that comes with proof. he endures. and he endures. and he endures. all the meanwhile he’s only creating more more ties back to his own humanity.

What happens when he finally has to face this humanity of his?

We don’t know, perhaps we’ll find out in act II.

#analogies <33333 #TY FOR THIS POTATO HUGGINGBYOU SO SO HARD RN <3!!!!!#sodaramblestoomuch #bsd #soda ask and answers!#bsd nikolai #bsd sigma #siglai #sorry if this is redundant i may be just restating what you said #ALSO I REALIZED HALFWAY THEOUGH THAT THEORETICALLY SIGMA COULD BE THE ACTOR AND NIKOLAI THE PROP #like if you take it out of literal terms [which is usually first habit for me sobs so i didn’t see it at first]#sigma could be the actor in which although he is gone from his original situation with the trafficking ring; he is in a way in the same #scenario just with a few different things changed; he has a “home” and a “purpose” each of which to make his own even if he suffers from th #mounting stress and the pressure and he endures it all order to keep his home and his purpose. he has to. he needs to.#aaand nikolai could very well also represent a prop in the sense: other than sigma; he’s the one who sets the stage for everything to take #place. he kills off the officials; sets up the hostages; all putting the decay dead center on the public stage and finishing off the initia #prep work for the first few plans to take place #fyodor obviously wouldn’t do the dirty work #and neither would fukuchi since he has a reputation to uphold #neither sigma nor bram would take it on either i imagine #he’s essential!#nothing would work without somebody to take care of the dirty work and look no further that somebody is nikolai #anbxvxbsndbsbansbx both descriptors fit so well to them both <3 #this is so them you’re so correct hugging you

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cherryaire · 2 months ago

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im really happy nicole was comfortable with submitting a photo for the Shayne Guesses video. i know a lot of trans people would not be comfortable doing so and i'm always happy to see someone who feels okay with doing so, especially in such a public manner.

#caitspeaks #and neither answer is correct #feeling either way is wholly your experience to have but it's a very personal one to make #i've met several trans people on both sides of the aisle #and some people who are only comfortable with sharing them from a certain age range too #cause i know people have bullied her about her voice and the training she's done with it as well so seeing that she seems to #be more happy and comfy with her transition journey put a big smile on my face

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edgarallen-foe · 3 months ago

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the name question is tricky, because two of those names i've never mentioned on this blog.

#ic #neither of them are the correct answer.#the correct answer is my mom's name. it would have been weird to steal it.#haha...

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rottingsoftly · 2 years ago

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#the correct answer is actually neither of them because they'd be too busy devoting themselves to each other #like the gay idiots they are #tlt #the locked tomb series #the locked tomb #gtn #htn #ntn #gideon the ninth #griddlehark #polls #fandom polls

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kercherisacanopener · 9 months ago

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Seems a little unfair

#and yes I know Randy weaver was not in the right #but neither was the entirety of the us government killing most of his family over a land dispute #I also wish to stress i am all for taking away the guns of American citizens #And ruby ridge has not radicalised me into a right wing asshole #but it still makes me angry #you know maybe this would have ended better if (get this) neither the clearly unhinged federal agents or the random civilians had had guns #god I hate peolke who hear about this and suddenly go “oh if they had just let Randy weaver keep his fucking illegal weapon it would’ve-#-been fine.” Just Christ. Randy weaver was not correct. The federal agents who shot his fourteen yr old son in the back were not correct.#I do think this all comes back to civilians owning firearms.#But an infant child nearly suffocated under the corpse of his mother while officials in camouflage were still shooting at the house they-#-were in.#just take away the guns man #the moral of the story isn’t loosen gun laws #how would that be the right answer after every person who died at ruby ridge died of gunshot wounds #don’t let civilians own weapons designed for killing things #and don’t let branches of the federal government just do what they want #So many things went wrong at ruby ridge #and most of them could’ve been solved if radical isolationists in the mountains of Idaho hadn’t had long-range weapons #I’m just repeating myself now #So I’ll stop #And it happens all time #police killings #the American government is dangerous and most of the people in it (particularly in the-#But if yoh think that if means that gun laws should be loosened then there’s not helping you.#But if yoh think that if means that gun laws should be loosened then there’s no helping you.#Tags start repeating from here on out idk why I can’t fix it but this is the end

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tiny-cloud-of-flowers · 1 year ago

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friendly reminder that my self-inserts are not OCs (I know that other people count theirs as such, and that is absolutely fine, but mine do not count as such)

#I’m very flattered that people want to know more about lorenza but the ask game is not for self-inserts .w.#the way I think of my self-inserts is that they are each fictional versions of me for the respective source material #none of them are identical to me but part of that stems from each one having a different backstory to me #and different self-inserts tend to have different aspects of my own personality to different extents #(mainly because I myself struggle to know how to #describe my own personality thanks to it being quite inconsistent)#I know some people call them self-insert OCs and everything but. to me my self-inserts are me. calling them OCs implies they aren’t.#that’s just how I perceive it #(I know I also don’t help myself by answering WoL/OC questions for lorenza even though she’s neither an OC nor a WoL)#(but I do it because she is who I play as and in-game you play as the WoL)#I feel like I’m being really nitpicky but I also don’t want the misconception to persist but I feel bad for correcting it >~<#I can still use the sparkles to give facts about her I just didn’t know if the people who sent them for her would rather actually hear about #one of my OCs instead of one of my self-inserts #sorry #heart of the void #self‑insert: wings of the void (lorenza)#sort of

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trollbreak · 1 year ago

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Man I need an unhappy but stubborn marriage ship huh

#I was gonna say another one but fluent in violence was just. those bitches clawin at each other lol #it was straightforward #the um. the time enough together build resentment is what I mean. the brief glimmers of adoration and remembering why they signed up for #this. even if they were willing to split up they’d never do it because the public image. the stubborn unbreakable loyalty. nobody else can #touch you but I’ll never give you a soft hand. not except those aching moments where we’re both flayed open and the silence is uncomfortable #because neither of us remembers how to do it. to hold this softness. this care. and then for weeks after they can’t stop thinking about it.#they both crave more of that connection so badly. it’s the sort of relationship where neither of them is necessarily worse than the other #they just. don’t fit together right. but they tried. and they tried. and at some point it became a matter of pride. of ‘um going to Make #this work’. especially if they only got together for social or political purposes or smth. it’s pride on the line and they’d sooner claw out #their teeth than give in now. it’s become a challenge. bend and become something that fits me or break and leave. they’re both so determined #to be the one to hold out in the end that it’s become this self perpetuating thing. you ask them something about one of their lives and they #can both answer it confidently. they know each others lives like the back of their hands. this leads to moments of voices slowly raising #over each other with corrections- although they’d never properly argue here. not with an audience. or it’s a moment of harmony. finishing #each others sentences and falling hand in hand into nostalgia. they each want the other to give in SO badly. they’re never going to ask it.#if they did end up going their own ways. there would be hurt feelings. but they would still care about each other. they’d be better friends #than they ever were as a couple but they refuse to consider that. do u SEE WHAT IM SAYING #< found that one playlist again

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pallases · 2 years ago

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the way that my affirmations rn are literally just “you only need to get a 40% to pass the class 💆🏼‍♀️”

#personal #the engineering chronicles #i am so so scared for it we did a practice final last week that was extremely suspiciously easy so i reached out to someone who took the #final today asking if his had aux views and/or tolerance stack analysis (neither of which were on mine) and he said yes and also that he ran #out of time to finish one of his drawings so. AAAAA #*on my practice final #the thing is i got comparatively great grades on both the assignments for those topics (100% and 90% respectively and the 90% was bc the #professor i went to for help in office hours told me to negate all my values when my original values were actually the correct ones smh) BUT #they were the most time consuming assignments of the semester and also both required hawk-eyed attention to detail that had me redoing and #editing so much to get the correct answers like i won’t have time for that on the final 😭😭 especially if they’re BOTH on it which is likely #the midterm was hell on earth and everyone basically failed it i don’t even want to think abt this…#i have just over an 87% rn so im under no illusions that i will be keeping my b+ let alone moving up to an a-. to end w a b i can get as low #as 74% on the final which is….possible. but im not banking on it.#to end w a b- i can get as low as a 64% which is what im hoping i can achieve wrdjfjf 😭#it’s only a 1 credit class so it’s not like it’s the end of the world or my gpa if i get that or even a c #lvl 100 1 credit engineering classes here are hellish idk why. you’re probably thinking leigh if you are struggling this much at that level #that may be a sign but no bc ive also taken/am taking multi credit and/or lvl 200 engineering classes and they are soo much better. at least #thus far #plus stats and calc are both multi level and above lvl 100 and they’re both fine i have developed a lot of respect for them actually even #a good amount of curiosity and enjoyment. it’s just the lvl 100 1 credit engineering classes what is up w them #*multi credit not multi level lol

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quilliums · 2 years ago

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I've seen a lot of responses to this this post all of which claiming there's no conflict of access at all. That's kinda willfully misinterpreting what both people are saying here tho and just showed how little reading comprehension people really have on this site.

Person one is saying it's essential for lgbt+ spaces to de-prioritize romance and sex. So that ace and aro people can have access to the same safety the lgbt+ community was created to offer each other (which they are a part of the 'each other' you fucking animals).

The second person is pointing out that uhh that's the point of a lot of lgbt+ spaces tho. For queer people to openly celebrate their non-heteronormative romance and sexuality.

Both groups have a valid need. While in less extreme cases they can co-exist, what needs to be taken away from this is that neither party is discussing these less extreme cases. They are both discussing extreme cases that's why they use the word need not want.

No offense but a lot of you guys are fully supportive of ace people and aro people until one of us makes you feel a little bad about how the world literally revolves around sex and romance.

#i don't have an answer #just fucking sick of people not getting this post #think of this on a one in one scale maybe that'll help #there's two people in a room #one really needs to hear from a queer person who's life is not built around romance #the other is a quiet person who's relationship with their partner means everything to them and they as a person are fundamentally #intertwined with that relationship #do you see now how neither are going to have a good time?#competing access needs #also my phone keeps trying to auto correct queer to quiet or worry #it's brand new and hasn't learned my typing style yet so apologies on that one if i missed any

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chaussetteblanche · 1 month ago

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and they were roommates pt. 2

pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!student!roommate!reader summary : the BAU team works the case, you get to help word count : 2.3k warning : canon-typical violence, mention of violence and sexual violence A/N : thank you all so much for all the love on part 1 of this !!! I love getting feedback, it's incredibly motivating ! I will probably do a part 3 :)) Also, my cat is sitting next to me as I write this, which I find quite funny

part 1, part 3, part 4

Back at the police station, Spencer had trouble focusing on the case. His mind kept wandering over to you, wondering what you were doing, how you were doing. He was on edge and the entire team could feel it. Hotch pulled him to the side to ask him if he wanted to give you a phone call. Reid refused, but settled on sending you a text, something he never usually did while working. Something he never usually did because he wasn't the biggest fan of technology and also because he couldn't decipher how you were actually feeling without hearing your voice and all the quirks in the way you spoke which gave away your real feelings.

Sent by Dr. Ironed Socks : < Hey. How are you doing? > Sent by You : < Ok, I'm having a tea on the couch. Geoff is in REM sleep on my lap. Thx for checking <3 >

Your text was followed by a pixelly picture of your slightly overweight (Spencer couldn't use that term to describe Geoffrey around you or you'd get upset) orange cat sprawled out on your lap, legs and arms askew, fast asleep. Spencer felt a small wave of relief spread through him. You were okay for now. Geoffrey was looking after you. Later, he'd help you process and give you all the tools necessary to get over such a traumatic event and move on. It was almost as if that was in his job description.

Returning to the room where the BAU team had settled in, Spencer sent Hotch a grateful nod. Hotch moved his lips in what resembled a small smile, Reid couldn't be sure. "Okay," Garcia's voice resounded from the speaker sitting in the middle of the round table, "I've contacted all of Mary Goldman's professors and it turns out she didn't go to class today. Her first class was at 11:30 but she never showed up." "None of the students we interrogated on campus had seen her after 10:15," Emily spoke up. "Spencer's roommate saw her between 10:30 and 11:00," Rossi intervened. "Okay, we'll get her to come in," Hotch affirmed. Spencer's whole body tensed. You had been the last person to see the victim. His mind was so busy reeling, thinking about everything you'd have to go through as the most promising witness, that he missed Morgan's question.

"Reid?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sorry, what did you say?" "What was the time of death according to the coroner?" "14:30," Rossi answered. "It was 14:26, actually," corrected Reid. Rossi rolled his eyes. "Okay, so the unsub has his victim between around, let's say 11:15, and 14:26," Rossi shot a pointed look at Spencer, "that's about three hours and 11 minutes. In those three hours, he had time to take the victim someplace where neither of them would be seen or heard, beat and sexually assault her, and finally dump her in smack-dab in front of the university." "He's definitely organised and wants to send a message," Emily thought aloud. "But what is he trying to say? Look at what I can do? You can't stop me?" "Friends," interrupted Garcia, "I'm going to need at least some information before I even try to get anything out of a search. He's taking and leaving them on campus, so I'm guessing he doesn't necessarily need a vehicle. Does he live in the area?" "Yes, he's local or knows the area, he knows these women and he most likely knows the campus. Search for white males, early twenties with a record of violence and sexual misconduct. Cross-reference that with victims of reported abuse and sexual abuse in the last twenty five years. Run background checks for all university staff. Also have a look at similar victims and MOs in this area in the last five years. This may not be his first time," spoke Hotch. "On it, I'll get back to you when I've found something." "Thanks, Garcia."

You'd taken a shower as soon as you'd arrived home. The water was too hot and you'd scrubbed your skin too hard but getting out, you felt a slight bit better. Heavily disliking the way you still felt, you opted for a cup of Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar. Settling on the couch with a steaming cup in your hands, you tucked your legs beneath you and sighed.

Images of Mary's dead body were printed onto the inside of your eyelids. You still couldn't believe it. Your mind reeled as you tried to think of an explanation for it all. Whichever path you followed, you came up empty. You could not comprehend or imagine any reason of taking the life of an innocent person, especially in such a violent way. Luckily for you, you still didn't know the extent of the violence.

A familiar noise pulled you from your dark thoughts. Geoffrey had just jumped down from his cat tree. You watched him stretch and languidly walk over to you. He meowed once before jumping onto the couch, right next to you. You moved your legs so that you were sitting cross-legged and scratched his head. He purred in delight and pressed himself against you. He sniffed at your tea with an unimpressed look before climbing into your lap before letting himself flop down on his side, stretching out his appendages. You cooed as his pink toe-beans stretched too and laid a hand on his belly, scratching gently. The vibrations of his purrs had a calming effect on you. "Are you trying to make me forgive you for biting my ankle the other day when I wouldn't give you any more treats? You know Spencer says you're a bit overweight, I was just trying to get him to stop body-shaming you, my love..."

A few minutes later, you get a text from Spencer. About thirty minutes after that, you get a phone call from him. "Hey, would you mind coming to the station? It turns out you're the last person to have seen the victim."

"I'll do the cognitive interview." "Reid, I don't think that's a good idea." "Look, yes I'm invested, I know that. But I also know her and-" "Reid, no. This is the reason we such have procedures." "But I-" "Reid." Hotchner's tone translated finality. Spencer's shoulders sank in defeat. He had figured that if he had been the one conducting the interview, maybe it would have been less traumatic for you. He hated the idea of not being there for you, with you, during such a trying moment. He bit his bottom lip.

"I'll do it," volunteered Morgan. Reid felt slight comfort at that, Morgan was one of the few people he would entrust his life to. He could entrust you to him for the interview, even if he didn't like it. Hotchner nodded. "Reid, you work with Garcia, focus on finding other victims with the same MO to help build the profile." Reid nodded and went to find his colleagues.

When you entered the police station, it was almost like he could feel your presence. He came to find you straight away, not wanting to leave alone even for a second. "Hey." "Hey." Reid immediately pulled you in for a meaningful embrace, burying his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo, conditionner and body wash were bliss to his nostrils. They were a promise that you were here, you were safe, you were okay. Morgan watched from afar, a small smile playing at his lips. He knew Reid, and the hug you exchanged was both too hasty and too tight to be anything casual. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry to have to make you come in, but they're going to do- well I wanted to do it but they wouldn't let me, so it's-"

A slightly older, very muscular and gentle man stepped forward, holding out his hand to you. You shook it. "I'm Agent Derek Morgan. I'm one of Spencer's colleagues. I'll be the one conducting the interview, seeing as there's a conflict of interest with you and Spencer. I hope you can understand that." You introduced yourself and looked at Spencer before answering Derek. "Yes, I understand, it's- it's not a problem." "Great, if you could just follow me, please?" You licked your lips and sent Spencer a look, which he answers with a nod of reassurance and a small smile, before following Derek.

"You can close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable." You were sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair. The light above you was ticking at uneven intervals and the room smelt of worry. You didn't know how you could get any more comfortable, but listening to Morgan's even, alto voice helped a bit. "Okay." You closed your eyes. "You told Agent Rossi that you crossed the victim somewhere around quarter to eleven. Is that correct?" "Uh, yes." "Where did you cross her?" "In the main hall." "Where were you going?" "Um, I had just been to the bathroom and I was heading to my Anglo-American Literary Survey class." "Okay, can you describe to me everything about the moment when you crossed the victim? What you saw, what you felt, smelled, heard? Was anything out of the ordinary?" You opened your eyes.

"Um, I'm sorry, but could you stop referring to Mary as the victim, please? She has a name, which is Mary Goldman, and a victim wasn't the only thing she was." Derek was slightly surprised at your comment but understood where you came from. Separating from the name was a way for profilers to gain some distance from the horrendous violence. Personally knowing the victim, you didn't have such luxury. "Of course, I apologise. What did you feel when you crossed Mary? Was anything out of place?"

You nodded in thanks and tried to bring yourself back to that moment. It seemed unreal, how such a small interaction suddenly held such importance. "O-Okay, uh, my hands are still a bit wet. There weren't any towels in the bathroom. I saw her after she saw me and we exchanged a smile. I thought she looked really pretty today, but I didn't tell her. We really don't know each other that well." "Okay, that's good. Was she wearing anything out of habit for her?" "Uhh, no, she was wearing a pleated skirt and a sweater vest. She often dresses like that, I don't know exactly why I thought she looked pretty. I guess she just looked happy. Nothing was out of the ordinary." "Good. Could you hear or smell anything?" "Yeah, well, there were the voices of other people in the hall. I can hear girls laughing. I smell Mary's perfume when she walks past me. She always wears the same one, it's Chanel, Mademoiselle Coco specifically, she told me once at a party."

"Okay, do you know where she's going?" "I- yeah, she's heading for her Behavioural Neuroscience class." "Is she walking in the right direction?" "Uh... Yes, yes, she is. She's not in too much of a hurry, though, she doesn't like the teacher." "So why is she heading there already, then? The class only starts at 11:30." "She likes to reread the material from the previous week before the class starts." "Why doesn't she like the teacher?" "No one does, all he does is read off his slides and he's a jerk when it comes to grading."

Morgan suppressed a smile at your comment. "Okay, thank you so much, Y/N, this was very helpful." "Was it? I didn't feel like-" "Yes, I promise you've just shared some crucial pieces of information." "O-Okay, if you say so."

All eyes were on Morgan as he entered the briefing room. He put his paper coffee cup down on the table and looked at Hotch. "Nothing was out of the ordinary. Mary was wearing habitual clothes and the same perfume she always wore. She was heading to the same class, as she did weekly, at the same time. My guess is this guy knew her routine and did a blitz attack. Y/N gave me the number of Mary's best friend, and according to her, Mary didn't have any guys in her life except for her dad and brother."

Hotchner nodded. Spencer couldn't help but feeling proud of you for being able to go through with the interview and to provide such useful information, too. He'd have to congratulate you when he got home. "Pretty boy and I found three similar victims in the last three years. They weren't connected to this case because they were in another university, just on the other side of the state line. Last year, three girls, university students, were killed, same MO, all disappeared for about three hours before being found dead in front of the university, they attended," Garcia spoke from the speaker. Spencer nodded in agreement to her words. "What did the police find back then?" asked Emily. "Nothing, they- uh, did all they could during the month that the three murders happened but after the third victim, the unsub stopped," Spencer answered. "Stopped?" Emily repeated, brows drawn together in confusion. "Yeah, he just- stopped killing and disappeared. Our best guess is that something triggered him then and that the same thing triggered him now."

"Oh, another thing," Garcia sounded reluctant to share the information she had, "I looked at all the victims' pictures and... well, I'll just send them to you, that'll be easier."

Spencer's blood ran ice cold as he stared at the four girls on the screen. They all looked exactly like you.

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college rival! kenji sato who’s trying to break the stereotype that student athletes can’t be smart. his dad is a genius for fucks sake. so he takes the hardest classes. computer science. applied physics. chemistry. its hard. super hard and most days he falls asleep after practice still sticky and sweaty, with a book on his face. but he does it. and slowly people begin to recognise the freshman who waltzes into the library’s bio-chem section with a baseball mitt and jersey. it’s how you begin to notice him anyways. and then you realise the new starter for the college baseball team might actually give you some trouble.

college rival! kenji sato who starts to put his hand up to answer questions. at first it was just one or two, but soon he’s sticking his hand up for every. single. one. questions you would usually answer. he’s almost never wrong but when he is you make sure to be the one to correct him. it quickly becomes a competition. in lectures. in classes. the other students start to notice, and word of the budding rivalry between the quiet scholarship student and freshman star of the baseball team spreads.

college rival! kenji sato who refuses to leave the library till you do. he’ll sit at a table, books spread out, laptop open, taking notes and making flash cards, until his vision blurs and his fingers cramp. but he won’t be the first to go. absolutely not. it won’t be till the last person has left that the librarian will scuttle round to tell you both to get lost. as you both leave you make a point to ignore each other, but he can feel you shooting daggers at his back.

college rival! kenji sato who nearly crushes his water bottle when he reads your article in the school newspaper. he’s surprised to see you write for the sports column and even more surprised to see you’ve named him. till he reads the flurry of insults and unflattering idioms. “more ego than man”, “bad team player”, “distracted”. of course he’s distracted ! you’ve been on his mind for weeks. constantly making jabs at him in class, sprinting to answer your professors questions first in lectures. he’s not been able to eat, to sleep, not without thinking about your stupid fucking smirk as you try to remind him that he, a college athlete, belongs at the bottom of the academia totem pole.

college rival! kenji sato who tries to ignore you when you turn up at one of his games. he doesn’t understand why you’re there, till he sees your friends join you. It’s weird he thinks, when you’re with them laughing and smiling you don’t actually look that bad. but then your eyes find his and that laughter, that warmth, is gone and kenji remembers that nope you are an insufferable bitch.

college rival! kenji sato who finds himself at the same stupid house party as you. he’s with a few of his teammates, it’s after the game. they won. they’re celebrating. most of them are red-faced, drooling drunk. he’s nursing a beer, can in hand, when he spots you from across the room. you’re leaning against the wall in what looks like a casual manner, till kenji takes a closer look. then he sees the guy, some dude from you shared AP physics class. Paul or Pete ?? Kenji doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. not when he sees the guy lean down to kiss you, just for you to try and push him away. He’s by your side before he has time to register what he’s doing.

college rival! kenji sato who not only knocks a guy out for his class rival, but bails on a night out. he offers to take you home and doesn’t say a word when he gives you his letterman jacket, after noticing you shivering. it’s warm and smells of polish and freshly cut grass. neither of you say a word, which is what makes it even more bizarre when you lean up to kiss him. you’re nowhere near your dorm, outside some random humanities building, but you can’t help it. for weeks you’ve been puzzling over why he bugs you so much, why his constant presence in classes and lectures, in your favourite study spots, sends your heart into a flurry. sometimes anger and attraction can feel very similar.

college rival! kenji sato who finds himself in your dorm room, your roommate nowhere to be found. He lets you push him back onto the bed, lets you be the one to tug his shirt off. it’s been weeks of constant battling for control and yet here he is giving up so easily. Kenji gives you the victory you’ve been looking for just to see the smile on your face.

college athlete kenji = late night brainrot. if you enjoyed lemme know if i should do a part 2. Next part of Not a hero, Just an Author will be up soon <333

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