#not my fault nothing i can do i apologize i did say the group name in the intro bit tho

[avis-writeshq]

pairing: early seasons!spencer reid x sunshine!fem!reader genre: fluff, roommate au, childhood friends warnings: general criminal minds violence, not beta-read oops a/n: I renounce the MoReid shippers; they’re SIBLINGS !!!! also, apologies for lack of posts !! have been very busy with uni :( wc: 1.06k part 1 | part 2

Spencer was shot. It all happened so quickly– the sound of the gun firing, the grunt that he let out and the apprehension of the UnSub. Too quickly, but such is the fickleness of life. This was one of the rare occasions where the ballistic vest did not do its job, the bullet jamming into his side. Hotch was on the UnSub in seconds, the cuffs on his wrists before anyone could blink.��

“Shit, Reid,” Derek gasps out, watching the way blood seeps through his once pristine white shirt, and he presses his hand against the wound. “Shit, Hotch! Hotch! We need a medic!”

*** 

“It’s going to be okay,” Aaron assures as best he can. His face is grim and Derek is shaking his head in frustration, hands trembling and cold from washing his hands over and over again. “It’s not your fault.”

“We missed him,” Gideon mutters, “he was right there and we missed him.”

“And Spencer got hurt because of it.” Elle’s gaze is set on the hospital’s sign in counter. 

Aaron understands their guilt. They caught the UnSub in the end, so nothing was ever in vain, but it doesn’t change the fact that they didn’t anticipate that he was at the end of the hallway waiting for the perfect moment to strike– and Spencer paid the price of their mistakes. The bullet hit him in the side where the vest didn’t cover, the damage reaching his liver and kidneys. Aaron doesn’t think he’s ever seen that much blood before. 

“Excuse me–” a voice loud enough to cut through their brooding chimes from the reception desk. “Hi. Hello, I’m here for, um, Doctor Spencer Reid?”

The clerk glances at her for a brief moment before turning back to his computers. “We don’t have a Doctor by that name on staff.”

“Um, no–” a nervous laugh splits the air. “No, he’s– he’s not a doctor here. He’s a patient? I got a call.”

He looks at her up and down before raising an eyebrow, mumbling something. “Is that you?”

“Yes. Yes, that’s me, is he okay? I came as soon as I could.”

“He’s in surgery. He’ll be out in a few. Take a seat over there–” He gestures over to where Aaron and the others are sitting– “and the doctor will call you over.”

“Right. Right, okay, thank you.” 

Elle doesn’t try hiding her confusion, looking up at you from her seat with raised brows. “You’re here for Reid?”

You jolt in surprise, the heavy grip you have on your bag loosening in an attempt to calm down. “Hi? Um, yeah. He’s– well, we’re on each other’s emergency contact list.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Aaron says with a tight grimace. “I wish it were under better circumstances.”

Derek’s jaw unhinges. “You knew?”

“Emergency contact list.” Aaron offers you a glance. “Are you okay?”

“I just–” your voice wobbles, a choked whimper leaving your lips. “I just want him to be okay.”

The team shares your sentiments. It’s not often when there’s an injury as serious as this on the field, but the risk is there. The room is tense with worry, the sound of doctors and nurses rushing around through the halls does nothing to ease their anxieties. You’re already fearing the worst. 

What feels like hours is only minutes as a nurse arrives in front of your little group. 

“Doctor Spencer Reid?” She confirms, looking sympathetic as ever. “The surgery was a success. The bullet grazed against his liver so he does need to stay for a couple of days for monitoring, but he should make a full recovery.”

“Is he allowed guests?” You blurt out hurriedly, the receipt in your hands crumbled in torn from incessant worrying. 

“He’s should be waking up now, but you’re welcome to see him. I’ll take you there.” The nurse offers a gentle smile. “Girlfriend?”

Heat roars against your cheeks and you shake your head adamantly. “No, no, he’s– we’re not– he’s my roommate.”

The nurse hums, a knowing smile on her face. “I see.”

After a few quick goodbyes towards Aaron and the rest of the team, you hurry after the nurse whilst clutching your bag of goods. She opens the door wide, letting you inside before closing it behind you while you pull up a chair. 

“I am– I am so mad at you, Spencer Walter Reid,” you whisper, gaze fixed on his resting face and the hair that mats his forehead. You brush a few strands away from his eyes, your lips trembling briefly. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“So you’re not that mad?” Spencer croaks out, his voice dry and his head pounding as he manages to lift his eyes towards you.

“Spencer.” Your arms are around his neck in an instant, careful as not to disrupt the wires and tubes that surround him. “I’m going to kill you.”

 “That’s counter intuitive.” He laughs quietly, wincing a little at the suddenness before allowing his free arm to wrap loosely around your waist. He finds it uneasy, the way your lips fall into a wobbly frown and how your eyes look red and puffy from crying. He’s only ever seen you look like this once before but that’s nothing compared to this. This time you look like that because of him– a silly little accident has lead to your pretty smile vanishing off your pretty face.

“You suck. I’m telling your mother.” He knows you won’t and he’s grateful that you’ve found it in yourself to make a joke. When you pull away, he immediately misses your warmth, watching as you rummage through your bag before handing him a sealed cup of red jell-o. “It was the last one they had.”

“You’re an angel, really, but I don’t think I’m allowed to eat for a couple hours,” he murmurs, his fingers grasping gingerly at the cup.

With a wordless nod in acknowledgement, you press a thick leather bound book into his hands, your eyes meeting his gaze. “Your favourite.”

He breathes out his thanks, glancing up at you through the dim lights of the hospital room. “Are you going to stay?”

“As long as you want, Walter.” 

*** 

From the other side of the door, Derek glances through the window at you and Spencer before looking back at Hotch. “They’re roommates?”

“Apparently.”

“No, but– they’re just roommates?”

“Unfortunately.”

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part 1 | part 2 | you are on part 3!

[vinylfoxbooks]

September 29 - Miss | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 530

“Is there anything that I can do to help out right now, Mr. Black?” A gentle voice that has rapidly become familiar says, just behind Regulus.

The teacher quickly gives his instructions to the student that he’s watching over before turning to the woman, “Not that I can think of, Miss Potter, but thank you.” 

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” she smiles, “It’s Evans now, the divorce has been finalised and I wanted to go back to my maiden name.”

“Of course, we can work that out with the school’s system at some point this week, I’m glad things have all been sorted out. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you and Mr. Potter divorce?” 

The woman smiles softly, “Oh Harry’s obsessed with his father, you’ve probably heard the world of him.” She shakes her head, “It’s nothing bad, we just… our love wasn’t romantic like it used to be.”

“I’m glad that everything was amicable then, things like divorce can be hard on children, and while I doubt that you’ll be giving him any issues, I’ll make it clear that I can be a listening ear for Harry.”

“That would be greatly appreciated, thank you, Mr. Black.” Then she furrows her brows, quickly leaning down to help a child with the craft that they’re working on, “You haven’t met my hu- ex-husband have you?”

Regulus shakes his head, “I don’t believe I have. I understand that he was helping out with today, but I don’t think he and I have crossed paths.” 

The woman takes a moment to gesture to where a group of kids are sitting around playing with some of the water toys at a table. With them is a man seemingly explaining how putting a block in the way of a channel of water stops the water from flowing, “That’s him.” And Regulus feels nearly frozen watching the man. He has a kind smile on his face and he’s talking to the kid with such kind patience. They’re near enough that Regulus is able to hear the man’s echoing laugh when the kid says or does something. He’s broad, clearly fit, and looks dorky in the outfit that he’s wearing alongside round glasses that sit low on his nose. 

Lily seems to pick up on his thought process, as she lets out her own gentle laugh, “He gets that a lot.”

“How did you manage to not get jealous all the time?” Regulus blurts before shaking his head, “My apologies that were… unprofessional.” 

“Your brother is dating my best friend,” Lily smiles, “I don’t think you need to worry about being all that professional with me. And to answer your question, I just had to get used to it. That man is loyal, almost to a fault, and incredibly oblivious to people flirting with him so I never had any reason to be… nervous about people flirting with him. And I mean, he was my husband, I understood.”

“You’re better than me.” Regulus hums, but leaves it at that, tearing his eyes away from the man smiling and playing with the children to help out the kids that he himself is watching over.

[cxsha-sicily]

He broke my heart, so why would i run back? part 2

synopsis: you're biker ex-boyfriend helps you get back home after a party. Do you run back or leave him in the past

parings: Geto suguru x reader

w. fem! reader, biker! Geto suguru, fluff, angst, modern au

previously:

he let me go because he didn't want to see me hurt.

" can i ask you a question?"

out of the corner of my eye i saw him hold his breath. I figured this is a sensitive topic for him.

"go ahead"

he hesitated at first. He didnt really know how i would react to the question he was about to ask. He swallowed hard before he spoke softly.

"did you move on? Found someone else?

i had moved on. It wasnt because of someone else, it was because i knew that i needed to move on with my life and not weep for my past lover.

"i moved on. i've went on a couple a date but nothing blossomed from them. They weren't the reason i moved on either."

His hands started to feel cold when i conformed. The fact that i've tried moving on made his heart sink. It made him feel a pang of jealousy that he had no right to feel, especially when he left you.

deep down he hoped that i would just wait around and not give anyone a chance. after one year, he still wanted me to be his. He hated the idea of me moving on and finding someone else, only because he couldn't bear the thought of me being with another man.

"That girl that you broke up with me for, was she good for you? Did she make you happy? Are you'll still dating or did you breaker her heart like you did mine? "

when we first break up, i couldnt stand seeing them together. I would see them everywhere simply because me and Geto have the same friend group. Seeing him playing with her red hair while he was talking to Gojo, or seeings her grab onto his upper-arm and cling to him. Eventually, i stopped caring.

he was stunned that i brought her up. His hand slowly lets go of mine. He took a deep breath before he decided to answer me honestly.

"No, she was just someone who i thought i could love. I could never love someone as much as i love you. and we broke up a few months after our break up.

His eyes were distant. He wasn't looking into my eyes as he spoke. It was hard for him to talk about it. He thought he'd feel some sort of guilt but all he felt was pain.

" i hated seeing you with her. everything that you two did together reminded me of us. The way you defended her name like it was your own when someone talked about her, the way you would carry her if it was raining so that she didn't get her shoes wet"

i took a pregnant pause, i felt the tears well up in my eyes but they went away just as fast.

"eventually i stopped caring and moved on with my life."

he saw the way i looked at him as his hand interwinded into mine again. He wanted to pull away, knowing how much he hurt me. but you continued to hold is anyways. We both sat quietly for a while.

my words made his heart ache. He knew that i saw how he was when he was with her, and he never forgot all that either. He never forgot how he would do anything for her, how he protected her, held her, and took card of her.

" are you seeing anyone now?"

i pulled my hand away from his. I was seeing someone. i Met him on a cafe run and we've been talking ever since. He was nice, protective, funny.

"yes, i met him at a cafe."

He felt his body went cold. The thought of you with another man never failed to make his heart ache. He wanted to scream and say that it should've been him. It was his fault that i found someone else, and he had no way to fix it.

"you met him at the cafe?"

he asked, he coudn't hide the jealousy. His hand gripped his own thigh tightly as he waited for me to reply

'i was getting coffee on my way to work when he bumped into me. My coffee tipped over and spilled all over my clothes. He bought me a new coffee and he wanted to take me out for an apology."

He swallowed the lump in his throat when i spoke. He hated how someone else would get to buy things and spoil me when it should've been him. he didn't want anyone else to touch me, or to be close to me. He hated it.

"what does he look like?"

"he has black hair with yellow on the ends of his hair. He has yellow eyed and hes roughly 6'2. He had both of his arms covered in sleeve tattoos"

he was jealous. He was upset. A tall, tattooed handsome man had his arms around you while he could only watch from afar. He wondered about his own looks. He had nothing that the other guy didnt.

" does he make you laugh"

he asked as he tried to hide the bitterness in his voice.

" he doesn't make me cry."

his breath hitched upon hearing that. He knows that i've cried more than i should have while he was with me. He still remembered how much you cried when he broke up with you over a petty reason like another girl. He felts his guilt slowly coming up to his head.

" im sorry"

he muttered quietly. he can't even blame me for not wanting him to hold me anymore. He wasn't any better than that tattooed man.

i nodded my head. i didn't know what else to say or do.

he didnt want to ask anymore questions, in fear of upsetting himself any further. His eyes trained onto the night sky as he silently fidgeted with his hands, while my hand stayed in his. he wanted to have me all to himself, even though he knew he will never have me the same way he did before.

i sighed and slipped my hand away from his and stood up from my spot next to his bike.

"i have somewhere to be tomorrow. i'll see you later Geto"

i wasnt adamant about seeing him later but it was a nicer way of telling him to go home.

he took one last look at him, his eyes were lingering on my face before it dropped to the ground again.

"yeah"

he muttered softly under his breath as he started the engine of his bike. He waited for me to start walking to my front door step before he drove away, leaving me alone.

this one is shorter than part 1, simply from the fact that i have 0 motivation to write. but i have you liked and enjoyed it.

[stories-and-chaos]

Tarnished pt 26

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 26/?? Word count: 1575 Cw: language, mention of drug abuse]

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There was an extended silence as Blitzø absorbed this information. “Ohshitohshitohshit, what the fuck do I do, are you girls sure, holy fucking shit I wasn’t even sure she was alive.” Blitzø dropped his burger and grabbed the sides of his head. His eyes went huge as he stared into nothing. “You’re absolutely sure it’s her?”

Dina nodded. “Pretty sure. If it weren’t for the horns I’d have thought you snuck into my group.”

“She sounds like you too. Never thought I’d hear someone else cuss like that, besides you,” Loona added. “I heard her checking in, said her name’s ‘Barb Buckzo.’”

Blitzø stood up, still not really seeing anything. “Fucknuggets, that’s gotta be her. I haven’t seen her in decades. She might not even remember me now, we were just kids…” He gripped the back of his chair, claws making scrapes in the finish. “Wait… if she’s in your group therapy Dina…”

Dina took a sip of drink before answering. “Yeah. Sounds like she’s been through some shit. And um,” she hesitated before continuing what she wanted to say, “she mentioned her brother during the session. But…it wasn’t anything good Dad.”

He took a deep breath. “I think I can handle it.” Whatever Barb had said about him couldn’t be worse than the other crap that had happened in his life, right?

“She said her twin was a ‘traitorous royal cocksucker’ and that he ‘abandoned his family to be a rich boy’s pet as soon as he could.’” Seeing Blitzø stiffen as if he’d been struck made her wish she hadn’t said anything.

Hearing what Barb thought of him, it made the bottom drop out of his world. He hadn’t expected her to be thrilled with him, but this level of animosity wasn’t expected. What in the Seven Rings had Cash told everyone? Was that why Fizz never responded to his mail?

Did his mom hate him too?

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything-“ Dina started desperately apologizing. The imp cut her off.

“Not your fault Di. You warned me too.” He shook his head harshly. “I- I gotta get out for a bit. I’ll be back later girls.” He scooped up his phone and keys as he dashed out the door.

Loona opened a window to yell at him, “No driving the accident-mobile Dad!” He’d been about to hop in the van; instead he slammed the door shut. “Goddammit Loonie, FINE!” He jammed his hands into his coat pockets and walked off into the darkening night.

Dina, still at the table, was hunched down with her ears laid back. “Loona? Is everything gonna be okay? Feels like we shouldn’t have said anything.”

Her sister plopped back into her seat. “Nah, Blitzø is always kind of a mess. He thinks he’s a hot mess. He’ll be back.” She ran her hand through her hair and tossed a fry into her mouth. “I know I wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet about all this shit. And he’s such a busybody that he’d keep prying until we blew up at him.” Dina sighed and they finished the meal in silence.

Loona cleaned up the dishes while Dina put away the leftovers. They each took a side of the couch but left the television off. Instead they chatted about a web novel Dina had started reading while at rehab. Loona was catching up on it now and the sisters enjoyed discussing the plot and characters.

Neither of them wanted to head to bed until Blitzø got back. Dina mentioned that she almost felt like the parent right now, waiting for their kid to come home. The hours crept by with no sign of the imp. Just in case, Loona sent a text to Stolas. She didn’t go into details but let the prince know Blitzø had left the apartment upset.

Stolas replied that Blitzø wasn’t with him and not to worry unless he wasn’t back by morning. That wasn’t terribly reassuring for the Hellhounds.

Both girls ended up falling asleep on the couch before Blitzø stumbled back in around two in the morning. He was drunk and had gotten into some sort of fight. The lights were mostly off so he didn’t see the pair on the couch. Neither hound woke up; not even when he flopped on top of them.

Dimly, Blitzø realized the couch was both lumpier and fuzzier than normal. Those facts didn’t really stick with him as he passed out.

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In Sloth, Barb got back to her dormitory. She was staying at a sober living facility for now. She didn’t really have any place else to be or anyone to be with. Most of her friends were addicts and none were trying to get clean. Barb knew if she spent any time with her current circle of acquaintances, she’d be right back to square one.

The imp didn’t know who was footing the bill for her rehab. When she’d gotten sober enough to question the money situation, she was politely informed that an anonymous donor was taking care of it. While that was suspicious, she wasn’t in a position to question it. And what would she do otherwise? If she insisted on paying herself, she’d be neck deep in debt or kicked out.

Barb was suspicious, but not stupid. If this demon wanted to pay for her recovery, let ‘em. If they came looking to collect later, she’d deal with it then. At least she’d be sober for whatever came her way.

She had been thinking about who it could be. Not Mammon, that was for damn sure. Maybe Fizz? But she was pretty sure he hated her guts now. Cash wouldn’t be; she hadn’t been able to find out if her father survived the fire. If he had, he’d disappeared. Not likely he’d be paying for her medical bills if he was alive.

Her mom… Barb gripped the choker that she wore, that had been Tilly’s. Her mom would have.

Maybe one or more of the hospital staff she’d interacted with during Fizz’s recovery all those years ago? That was a long shot.

Blitzo? She snorted to herself at the thought. The jackass and his douche prince would have the money, but her twin had shown how much he cared decades ago. He didn’t even know she was still kicking, from what she remembered of the mail he sent Fizz.

There were other demons she’d encountered over the years. She’d worked odd jobs to fund her habit, with the legality of said jobs being questionable. She didn’t think she had made a good enough impression on anyone to warrant this however.

It gave her a headache to keep thinking about it and without more information, she didn’t have enough to figure it out. Scrolling her phone, she pulled up the pics she’d sneakily taken earlier. The Hellhounds she’d encountered at group therapy.

Barb had snapped at the first girl for staring. At the moment she’d brushed the girl looking at her so intently as listening in to her rant. Then she saw the other young Hound woman in the meeting room. Dina, as she learned at the introduction round, tried to hide looking at Barb. But the imp kept feeling her glancing over during the session.

After they broke apart for the day, Dina trotted up to the Hound in the waiting area. Seeing them side by side, it was obvious they were siblings and maybe even littermates. The only difference between them was height and hair length. The pair was very much trying to not look at Barb. The imp’s spines were raised and she glared at them before heading towards the dorms.

But she doubled back once she was sure the girls weren’t following her. She caught glimpses of them as they walked away. Then the girls slipped into a space between two buildings and Barb saw colored lights glow from the gap. She ran to the spot as the glow faded.

No sign of either Hellhound. A portal? For a couple Hounds? Most magick wielding demons were royalty or working for royalty. Imps, Hellhounds, and Hellborn in general didn’t have much to do with magick. Succubi on assignment to Earth used portals and illusions.

Whoever these girls were, they likely had a connection with blue bloods. And they were interested in her. Barb doubted they were connected with who was funding her therapy. Both Hounds seemed like they didn’t expect to see her. Like they couldn’t believe their eyes.

She scribbled down her thoughts in a notebook she kept in her room. Maybe because of the years of drug abuse, but she had difficulty keeping track of things. She was getting in the habit of writing down whatever was on her mind, since her notebook had a better memory than she did. During the day, Barb typed stuff into a notepad app on her phone, then reviewed it at night.

She was not up for any fancy journaling. No decorated grids, stickers, different color pens and fancy tape between entries. The words were lucky if she followed the lines on the page. Anything particularly important got circled or highlighted so she could find it easily as she flipped through the pages.

The Hellhound girls were an odd enough occurrence that she circled and highlighted her bullet list about them. If Dina was still in her group next time, she could try to find out more.

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[catlokis-blog]

I feel like I owe the HLVRAI fandom a proper apology - specifically to those who interacted with me directly on a fan server where I was less than kind and, frankly, handled situations with a very self-centered attitude and came off as very aggressive when bringing up issues I had.

I will be explaining the reasoning behind some of these actions, but first and foremost I will be making them known & holding myself accountable. For personal comfort, this will be put under a readmore.

First and foremost I would like to say that this is entirely done by me. I have not told my friends I would be apologizing nor can I apologize for their similarly rude behavior. I’ve been reflecting by myself, and although it may seem like this happened quickly, I assure you that I’m going to be completely honest here.

My first apology is for making multiple people uncomfortable in said fan server. I was not told how at the moment, and all I can do is guess on how it happened. I will list my assumptions and what happened.

The first major reason I can think of is due to the way I handled a situation involving a tumblr user who was in a group roleplay with a friend of mine. Said friend is 15 years old and the user is in their early 20s. I will not be listing names because there was no fault other than personal discomfort. 

Said adult would jokingly refer to their characterization of a specific character as “homoerotic”. The 15 year old was getting discomforted by this joke, so I told them that I would bring it up for them. Nothing sexual was explicitly done within the roleplay, but I handled the situation as if it was about to happen and did not give any benefit of the doubt to anyone involved in said group roleplay. 

Another reason I have made people uncomfortable was my aggressiveness when setting boundaries. Specifically, I had set a boundary requesting people with boob-related usernames that I perceived as majorly sexual due to words being used such as “boingahongers”. This was a kneejerk reaction I had, specifically lashing out at a member trying to resolve the situation with me instead of listening to the other side.

I also used, specifically, the word faggot in that server. Originally, it was not explicitly against the rules, so it was a result of miscommunication. HOWEVER, once the rule was put in place, I would state things along the lines of “I can’t say this/it here” when referring to the slur. I would like to note that it was in regards to me identifying as a faggot for my identity, but I was told people were uncomfortable with the word in there, and I should have known better to allude to it.

The only thing I do not personally agree with is implying that I was discussing art theft in the server. What I was considering within that server was darkening the skin tone of art I liked - with permission from the artists - to use as personal icons. It was phrased poorly and light-heartedly with my friends, which definitely caused miscommunication, but my intent was not to steal and manipulate the artwork.

Any dogpilling I was a part of was not intentional on my end, and instead read to me as standing up for my friends. However, it came off as dogpiling in the end, and people were becoming afraid to communicate with me. As someone who finds communication very important due to a misunderstanding of social cues and a distrust of tone tags, I sincerely apologize for making everyone uncomfortable in that server.. 

TL;DR, I was a complete ass to the people within that server, and I have caused further issue by refusing to block the people I did not want to interact with nor see the content of on Tumblr. 

I will be keeping everyone I mentioned here anonymous. Most of them have me blocked, and may not be able to see this in the end, but I thought it was important to officially address my behaviour and perhaps give some closure to the people I’ve hurt.

I will attempt to remedy this,and work on my social courtesy and communication skills in the future. Only time will tell if I am successful, and I would appreciate if those who decide to stay in contact with me despite my behavior would help me keep on the path of becoming a nicer person.

[diagonal-queen]

dia entirely forgot it was thungo thursday until mayoi reminded her and she dropped everything to watch the ep. here are all her thoughts, live-documented, in chronological order (apologies for this):

NOT RANPO CHILLING LIKE SHIT'S SWEET WHEN THE CAR HE WAS IN JUST FUCKING CRASHED LMAOOOOO

ranpo is so small next to minoura. he's so tiny and cute i just wanna cuddle him sm (and yes i am a little taller than him- height means nothing to me. we all know where the rest of his inches went YKNOW WHAT IM SAYIN YA FEEL ME)

'the police of this nation are idiots' yes minoura you're absolutely correct but consider this: the police of every nation on god's green earth are idiots

isn't it amazing how it was written in this magical reality-bending book that nobody would believe in the agency's innocence and in a couple minutes worth of running his mouth, ranpo just...undid it?? for like hundreds of police officers??? the sheer power of this man

god i forgot just how fucking fantastic this intro is. tbh this is probably my favourite intro of all of them. the colours and imagery and the chaos of it all MWAH (also kishow voice mm)

bones. was this panel too hard to animate properly?? did you read the fucking manga bones?? do you HATE US BONES??????

i could listen to ranpo talk for HOURS. literally hours, in a language i don't even speak, about anything he wanted, for hours, and i wouldn't get bored. his voice just...*kicks feet and giggles*

i missed you tecchou <3 please keep cooking for fukuchi. you're doing great sweaty xx

some loser: 'when do you suppose a life ends?' even bigger loser: 'when it becomes unable to adapt to change' fukuchi on his celestia ludenberg arc ok

IT'S BEEN LIKE ONE FUCKING WEEK AND THE UN IS ALREADY MAKING AN ANTI-TERRORIST GROUP??? THEY'RE FULLY READY TO FIND AND EXECUTE THE AGENCY MEMBERS IN UNDER A WEEK?? THE ICC LEGALLY CAN'T EVEN DETAIN CRIMINALS ON THEIR OWN IRL

i wish people reacted to seeing my posts on their dash the same way that the united nations reacted when fukuchi appeared onstage

congressmen will excuse mass shootings of gay ppl and then have shirtless fukuchi posters hanging above their beds where they half-heartedly fuck their wives and go to sleep before the thought of helping her also cum even crosses their mind

wait. *pauses and zooms in*. WAIT. YOU'RE TEL

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT

TH

THAT ABRAHAM STOKER WAS THICC?????? THAT HE HAD A DUMPY???? THAT HE HAD SOME JUNK IN THAT TRUNK???? ALL THAT ASS INSIDE THOSE JEANS???? CURSE YOU FUKUCHI OUCHI FOR RIDDING THE WORLD OF BRAM'S CAKES

thinking about it, doesn't the decay of angels sound like a really cool name for an operatic metal band??

fukuchi: *enters room* ranpo: YOOOOOO STEPDAD GUESS WHO'S AN ENEMY OF STATE :DDDDDDD

fukuchi really is like 'you havent changed at all, boy' ranpo is literally eight years older than me. if he's a boy i'm primordial soup

fukuchi also said that ranpo's title of 'excellent detective' is self claimed. the thousands of people whose lives ranpo's probably saved must all be like 'say sike rn'

ranpo trusting fukuchi solely because the president said he trusts him. crying screaming throwing up ranpo GIVE ME ONE CHANCE (that's right guys we're back to this again)

fukuchi thinks he's hot shit cus he can jump high?? well my ocs can also do that fukuchi. sucks to be basic huh

IT'S NOT RANPO'S FAULT HE WAS BORN LATER AND THUS MET FUKUZAWA LATER??????? FUCK OFF FUKUCHI (also i love the way they're sitting they're all so silly mwehehehe)

omg ranpo also commented on the 'boy' thing lmaooo he and i are so good for each other <3 if only he'd give me a chance... </3

i wonder what portion of atsushi's budget goes towards emergency ramune. also imagine someone caring enough about you that they always keep one of your favourite snacks on you in case you get hungry or something. that's so cute i can't <3333

imagine coming up with a complex plan, twelve or so years in the making, to end the world, all because u asked ur friend out like thirty years ago and he said no T-T

fukuchi: *tilts neck* *minecraft skelly noise*

oh atsushi. i know other people won't like me saying this but you're so hot and i want to do the sex with you <3333333

wow bones. you've outdone yourself. this has to be the best fisheye yet- maybe even beating lucy's fisheye for how terrifying it is. i'm genuinely speechless

AKUTAGAWA

omg atsushi's speech on how loneliness is his biggest fear and how much he cares about his loved ones (kinnie moment), and the one thing he needs, truly needs right now is someone to fight alongside him to save all that he has to lose and the world as he knows it, and then akutagawa appears? soulmates. i mean it's not even like this is a surprise to me as someone who read the manga but, like, it's different when i'm watching it. soulmates. soulmates soulmates soulmates

and that's a wrap for tonight's edition of dia's thungo thursdays!! be sure to tune in for next week and see them cry tears of hopelessness and despair!!

[agent-grey-fics]

Holy fucking shit I’m so annoyed with my ex. Like I had this on and off thing with a guy for almost 5 (!!) years, I know that I’m stupid for keeping it going for that long. Anyway, we kinda grew apart but kept in touch through socials and hooked up now and then. I was head over heels in love with him ‘cause my traumatic ass didn’t know any better. Fast forward to me finding the tiniest bit of self respect and banning him from my life for a solid 2 years during the pandemic, trying to move on. (Even explaining to him why I need him out of my life and he agreeing with me and saying I should have done it sooner ‘cause he treated me terribly. He did, believe me. All my friends actually hate him because he was awful to me and emotionally manipulated and abused me for so long. For example, he would often tell me that no one else would ever love me cause I wasn’t pretty enough, calling me a whore when he was high or drunk and stuff like that )

I had 2 good years of quarantining with my dorm mates, living life away from my hometown, then life slowly starts again and me and my friends (from my hometown) start to hang out and go to parties again. Surprise, I see him at those parties ‘cause my friends are kinda his friends. Well, we all went to high school together but they were originally my friends so yeah more his acquaintances. Me not wanting to be a bitch, I don’t make a big deal of it that he tags along and I’m being polite, giving him a small smile whenever he joins but keeping my distances.

He had send me follow/friend requests on fb and insta as well so I was like ‘yeah why not, we can be civil’. BUT then he fucking starts ignoring me at those parties whiles he stands next to me, like not reacting to my attempts to smalltalk, just giving me an off look and taking to the person next to me. Like dude, you literally walked up to our group and choose to stand next to me, if you don’t wanna talk to me go stand somewhere else?

Whiles he ignores me irl, he starts liking all my insta pics, commenting on my stories etc. My drunk ass one night send him a ‘you up’ text, big fucking mistake, he wasn’t in town btw so nothing happened but the whole night he kept texting me saying that he always loved me and that he just never knew how to show it and that changed for the better. Then he start texting me things like ‘we should date gain’, ‘let me take you out’, ‘let us try again’.Stuff like that and I know it’s my fucking fault cause I bootycalled him but I told him the day after like ‘I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair I’m not looking for anything else. Apologies, won’t happen again’. But he keeps asking me out and I keep declining ‘cause I don’t want to see him one on one. I wake up one morning a couple of days later to a notification on my phone that he deletete a bunch of text that he had sent me. And he texted ‘I said some vulnerable things that I don’t want you to use against me’ LIKE YOU SHITHEAD YOURE THE ONE WHO LITERALLY DID THAT FOR AS LONG AS WE WERE DOING WHATEVER WE WERE DOING. IM IN LITERAL THERAPY BECAUSE I DONT TRUST MEN ANYMORE BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID AND I WANTED TO BE DECENT AND NOT MEAN AND LET YOU IN MY LIFE AGAIN AND THEN YOU ACT LIKE A FUCKING BABY?

I was soooo mad back then. Anyway, couple of weeks pass by and he keeps reacting to my stories and asking questions. This leaves me all confused ‘cause I figured he was done since deleting all these texts. Me being done with his shit choose to ignore him.

Fast forward to last week, I noticed that I lost followers on my socials. Turns out that he unfollowed me, like big deal idc. But then I was wondering just a couple of minutes ago if he unfollowed me or blocked me, so I look for his name in my DM’s on insta AND THIS FUCKER DELETE ALL HIS TEXT SINCE I TURNED HIM DOWN. Like they were still there like a fucking week ago ‘cause he reacted to one of my stories again and I opened it and I remember seeing alle his DM’s.

I get so mad over this, like why you acting like this? I strongly believe that he’s dating someone, like good for him ‘cause we were toxic for each other. But stop acting like a child and like you’re the victim here whiles we both know what fucking happened.

And this whole rant sounds stupid and pathetic, I know that. But he was for real the first guy I ever loved, the only one actually. I even believed that when we both would graduate Uni and work a couple of years and mature that we would find our ways back to each other and end up getting married. I would have taken him back in a heartbeat if he got his act back together. But now he just makes my blood boil by acting so childish and deleting his text and oh my god ughhhh.

I know I’m as much at fault with this whole situation as he is and that ignoring him wasn’t right. But if I tell someone +3 times that I don’t want to date them and they keep trying and texting yeah sorry but then I won’t respond anymore.. but deleting your texts come one dude.

Sorry I just had to let this out.

[talesfromasnarkylisa]

Lacey: Chapter 14

James: August 18, 2023

So…Lacey was nice to me the other day. Yay? 

I mean, it was clearly only to save her ass. There was no other way out other than to convince the editors to open up. Succumb and apologize for sending a tampered draft and the editors would have had a black mark to use against her later. Either way, my reputation among them was still fairly decent. That was what mattered for my plan. 

Did I even have a proper plan, though, at that point? Lacey was no longer going to directly seek me out for advice on popularity. I nearly got her kicked from her cozy beta-reader position, after all. 

Then I realized something. While Lacey fucking Hannah did send me a message telling me she didn’t need my advice to succeed, she didn’t actually cut me off. In fact, she was more than happy to talk. 

This was the perfect opportunity to entertain her crush on me.

Archer J (08/18/23, 7:00 PM): Heya Lacey.

Lacey Hannah (08/18/23, 7:01 PM): Hi…

Archer J (08/18/23, 7:03 PM): Sorry about yesterday.

Lacey Hannah (08/18/23, 7:05 PM): That’s all you can manage lol?

Geez, I thought. Calm down. It’s half your fault anyways.

Archer J (08/18/23, 7:06 PM): Ok. I’m sorry that I didn’t try to hide my writing style better, and for sending you my revised draft several days late. Are we good now?

Much to my relief, she was.

Lacey Hannah (08/18/23, 7:08 PM): Of course we cool my lil’ broski

Archer J (08/18/23, 7:10 PM): So now you’re using texting language?

Lacey Hannah (08/18/23, 7:11 PM): We R texting, soooo…. XD

Archer J (08/18/23, 7:16 PM): Okay, I’ll relax. You hummingbird.

Lacey Hannah (08/18/23, 7:17 PM): That is the funniest thing I’ve heard all week.

She then told me about her day at work (boring) and her plans to submit to Writer’s Delight (useful). What I found out from there, though, was something able to make-or-break.

Corianna added Lacey to a group chat with my ex-partner, Betty aka Lovergirl. I call her an “ex-partner” because our relationship was intimate but never sexual. A romantic friendship, if you will. Both how we got there and later broke up are complicated.

Anyhow, Corianna wasn’t a huge deal compared to Betty. After all, Corianna had a follower count in the 10 thousands and Folkin’ was a rather niche indie music one at about 1.5 thousand followers. Compared to Betty’s 60k follower monopoly on both TikTok and Medium, Corianna was nothing.

Betty was the main problem. She’d act all refined and confident in her many public fashion TikToks and personal Medium essays. But in private? She’d be a total tease. Irreverent for just about everyone in the most cutesy way possible. 

It’s something she could afford to be, given her insanely loyal fanboys (and some fangirls as well). It also has the tendency to influence the people around her as well. However, this sort of behavior would get someone like Lacey or even Corianna in trouble. For all her snark, Corianna did know when to shut up. Namely, in the presence of any wide-reaching editors.

To be fair, Betty would probably lose major numbers of followers if everything she said in private about the shallow publication admins dominating the amateur writing sphere came out. No one would want to face the wrath of her undying group of stans, though.

On one hand, I thought, Betty might get Lacey to say something stupid. On the other, perhaps Lacey would be too intimidated to not shut up. If she chose option 2, her content probably would enjoy more popularity.

Either way, this sort of people manipulation wasn’t something I’d be ready to do when the sword was as double-edged as it was. Lacey was still well under my grasp, anyways.

I texted Oscar Winters later out of a morbid curiosity as to how his MGK article draft turned out so bad.

Archer J (08/18/23, 8:00 PM): Hello, Oscar.

oscar winters (08/18/23, (8:01 PM): …Am I in trouble again?

Archer J (08/18/23, 8:04 PM): No, you’re not. You’d get a text from one of the actual editors instead of me if you were.

oscar winters (08/18/23, 8:06 PM): Right. Then why are you texting me?

Archer J (08/18/23, 8:08 PM): I was kind of wondering what you were thinking when you wrote the initial version of your piece on MGK. Not trying to sound mean.

Oscar took a while to respond. Perhaps this owed to him being embarrassed by his own response.

oscar winters (08/18/23, 8:20 PM): I was drunk. Drunk and stupid enough to submit while hungover by vodka.

Archer J (08/18/23, 8:21 PM): How old are you?

oscar winters (08/18/23, 8:25 PM): 22. This is my first time.

I was pretty shocked to find out he was a year older than me. Yes, his pieces were incredibly well formatted and written. But his profile picture was that of a - and I mean this in the nicest way possible - that of a pretty blond boy.

Regardless, we hit it off surprisingly well. He told me about his short career on Newsbreak, where he said there was too much garbage spam masquerading as “news” for him to stand the platform anymore. It kind of reminded me of the trashy AI poems which would sometimes circulate on Vocal. 

Oscar’s response?

oscar winters (08/18/23, 8:45 PM): They’re all like that, these amateur writing platforms. The admins and publication owners keep ‘em around because the bots give them clout and money. Best just to ignore them and move on.

Truer words had never been spoken about the state of indie publishing.

(Wattpad version: ​​https://www.wattpad.com/1499541042-lacey-chapter-14)

[ivory-lamps]

A11: The Mouse That Can't Fit In

Characters: Yodaka, Nagi, Toi & Renga Location: Hama Summary: The protagonist has something to say to Nagi and visits Nagi and Yodaka’s room. Nagi is not in and they ask Yodaka when Nagi will return, but Yodaka struggles with an answer… Proofreader: Shay

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Momiji / Kaede: Hello, sorry for barging in.

Yodaka: Welcome to mine and Nagi’s room, “A Wet Rat, Dries”.

Momiji / Kaede: The names of the rooms always surprise me no matter how many times I hear them. Like Toi-kun and Netaro-kun’s “Boar Priest”. Wouldn’t you have preferred a different room?

Yodaka: It’s fine. Nagi was insistent on wanting this room…

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Nagi: I want “A Wet Rat, Dries”.

Yodaka: There are others like “Sheep of the Same Flock” an–

Nagi: I want “A Wet Rat, Dries”.

Yodaka: I asked him about it afterwards, but it’s apparently similar to the radio alias he uses.

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, Nagi-kun suits that sort of radio thing. He looks like the sort of person to listen to late-night radio shows…! Like Every Night JPN! I think that’s where his unique preferences are from!

Does he listen to celebrity radio shows at night?

Yodaka: Hm. Unfortunately, I’ve yet to see him do so. By the way, what are you doing here?

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, right. I have some business with Nagi-kun…

Yodaka: He left for work just now.

Momiji / Kaede: Oh… I see. I wanted to discuss the destination for the Night Group’s research trip.

And… there’s also this.

Yodaka: That’s a box of sweets from a Western dessert store.

Momiji / Kaede: It is. Nagi-kun missed out on the cake during last week’s party. I cut out a piece and left it for him but…

It seems Akuta-kun found it the next day and I just found out today that he accidentally ate it.

Yodaka: Haha. It was inevitable since he’s a growing high school student.

Momiji / Kaede: We went to buy him another one as an apology earlier. 

What time does Nagi-kun usually come back?

Yodaka: Hmm… ……

…I’ll tell him about the research trip and the cake when he’s back.

Momiji / Kaede: Thank you. That would be great.

(Hmm, Yodaka-san took a while to reply.)

(It doesn’t look like he won’t know when Nagi-kun comes back, but it feels like he’s beating around the bush or something.)

(Did something happen…? Like this lifestyle itself doesn’t fit well with Nagi-kun…? Maybe I’m overthinking it.)

Yodaka: ……

Momiji / Kaede: Um, I’ll leave the cake in the fridge downstairs. I'll add a note with Nagi-kun's name on it so others won't eat it! I’ll be going, then…

Yodaka: Wait.

Momiji / Kaede: Y–Yes? What is it?

Yodaka: Why are you asking about Nagi-kun? Is there something on your mind?

Momiji / Kaede: Ahaha… Could you tell by my face? I’m just a bit worried.

I was the one who asked him to come here, so I’m worried if I’m forcing him to do something he’s not used to.

Yodaka: …I see.

…To tell the truth, I’m quite shy as well. It takes a while for me to get used to a new environment.

That’s what happens when you get so used to living alone. The space you allow for others vanishes in a blink of an eye.

You’re prying it open so it’s not easy. I’m sure it’ll be necessary to abandon some things too, but it should be a good thing.

Momiji / Kaede: Right…

Yodaka: I have a feeling we’re similar.

It’s no one’s fault. It’s just because that’s been our lifestyle for a long time. There is nothing you need to worry about, Manager.

Momiji / Kaede: (Yodaka-san is reassuring me. He’s so kind…)

You’re right. Thank you so much! I’ll do my best to help him out until he gets used to the place, so that he can enjoy his time here!

Yodaka: Right. Please do so.

Nagi: Alrighty…

(I’ve left the store to Sonia, so I’ll have a bath, grab a change of clothes, go back to the store and sleep there tonight again…)

Hm?

Toi: ……

Nagi: (Toi is on the balcony. It looks like he’s staring at me but…)

(We’ve already locked eyes. If I pass by him without saying anything, then it’ll look like I’m ignoring him. But he might just be lost in thought, so is it okay for me to bother him?)

(I must make a difficult decision. This is even harder than seeing someone you know on the train. What would be the correct reaction here?)

(In the meantime, no ignoring. I’ll look him in the eyes to show him I’ve noticed him… by blinking.)

Toi: ……

Nagi: (...No response. But I can’t turn back now. Someone might see me and Toi like this – the show must go on.)

Heey…

Toi: ……

(Toi leaves)

Nagi: ……

(He completely ignored me. Oh, well… I guess?)

Nagi: Ah…

Renga: O–Oh… Is my face that much of a shock…?

Nagi: …I didn’t think you would be here. So…

Renga: The bath is communal so you’re bound to see other people here. There are 10 people in here when it’s crowded, you know?

Nagi: I see. Sorry.

Renga: It’s not something you have to apologise for. Anyway, you don’t have to be so reserved.

We’re literally living under the same roof and we’ve been through a lot together… so we’re like friends, right?

Nagi: …Friends.

Renga: Yeah. W–We’re… friends…

Come on! Stop standing there in a daze – hurry up and get changed so we can go in.

Nagi: …Together?

Renga: Huh? Well, yeah, you happen to be here, so… Of course, we’re gonna sit in the bath together.

Nagi: Oh, right. Sorr–

Renga: You’re a weird one…

Nagi: …… Sorr–

Renga: …………

Uh, where is the clothes basket…?

Nagi: Here, use this.

Renga: Huh? …Thanks. But one’s fine. I don’t need five.

Nagi: Right. It’s too many. There’s still one extra if you use one basket for your shirt, pants, underwear and socks, huh.

Renga: ……

Nagi: ……

*Renga and Nagi get changed*

Renga: A–Alright, I’ll have a cup of water before the bath… Huh?

There isn’t a lot of water left in the dispenser.

Nagi: I’ll bring a new container right away. Wait here.

Renga: Huh!? Wait, that’s not something you have to do.

Nagi: Oh.

Renga: ……

Okay, time for a bath…

*Nagi opens the door for Renga*

Nagi: Please, after you.

Renga: …You finished taking your clothes off before me, so you should’ve gone in first. What’re you trying to do by being an automatic door for me?

Besides, aren’t you being way too considerate?

Nagi: ……

Renga: You even brought out a hair dryer and brush for me, too…

Are you planning on being a servant for everyone you see here every day?

Nagi: I’ll apologise if it felt unpleasant.

Renga: N–No… it wasn’t unpleasant at all! I appreciate you doing all this stuff for me… but!

Doing that every time will tire you out, right?

Nagi: Not really.

Renga: Uh, no, that’s not what I’m trying to say… You don’t have to do all this, you know…?

Nagi: Have to?

Renga: Uh, that’s not quite right, huh. How should I put this…

Nagi: ……

Renga: Um… damn it, I can’t find the right words. If only Liguang was here… The things he says tend to be pretty useful at times like these…

Nagi: ……

I think I get it. I’ll be careful in the future.

Nagi: Sigh…

(I don’t have to do that, huh.)

(I know it’s just words but Renga looked really troubled.)

(I troubled him. …I knew it.)

(I knew this would be too much for me. Being a ward mayor and living with other people…)

It’s all too heavy for me. It was impossible from the very beginning…

(But do I say no at this point in time? I even shamelessly participated in the party and had all that food.)

…Hm?

A note from Yodaka-san?

…… A discussion about the research trip and…

……

The cake wasn’t a big deal.

……

“You might have been busy with work so I chose not to send you a message on PeChat. Have a talk with the manager when you’re back” …huh.

……

Momiji / Kaede: Nagi-kun, welcome! Good job working today!

Nagi: You, too.

Toi: Oh… Nagi-san~...

Nagi: (Toi’s here too. Come to think of it, he ignored me on the balcony…)

(No. That was an appropriate response. Toi didn’t do anything wrong. Everyone finds it lazy to react back – it happens all the time.)

(Him ignoring me is nothing weird. So… I’m totally fine.)

Sorry for intruding.

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[kat-trash]

My hometown drama is going off, we have a 7 year relationship that ended, because the gf cheated on her “soulmate” bf with girl that also in the very small local music/alt scene. Later ex gf says it’s basically all his fault because “this girl fed her soul” and she’s “on her growth journey and needs to explore sexually.” It was bad enough that the whole friend group found out via group text from ex gf & then she left the chat asap; like before questions can be asked of her or she can read any response. She ends up leaving presumably now her ex bf to answer everyone’s shocked replies and questions.

Like this might as well be from a soap opera / YA novel because it sounds so fucking fake. Truly nothing gives as good as Phoenix, the shit people pull there like it’s normal adult behavior is criminal.

I waited like a week to call her out for her weird pity me posts, that no one is talking to her, she’s the victim in the situation. Some how she’s the victim because she was stifled in a long term (committed???) relationship and needs to figure herself out. 

1. We would’ve reached out if she didn’t abandon the chat asap.

2. We took that as a clear “I’m not talking about this in more depth” a pretty clear “I don’t wanna talk about it, especially with any of you” I’m not sure what we were intended to glean from the one paragraph of self-centered ranting of her shame that she already definitely already feels.

She commented on my vague call out post (where I mention no details/names/ specific pronouns/identifying info) “what do y’all wanna know?” And deleted it a minute later. Like if could actually ask any questions they might be something like: Why you thought any of this was the correct way to handle things?? Why did you leave him to do damage control with his ~20 friends that saw what you said in our group chat? An apology or literally anything at all besides “I’m the victim! 😭” or “I already hate myself and am disgusting and will live with this for the rest of my life.”

She likely deleted it because people that don’t know anyone involved, said that doing why she did was “disgusting” “shameful” “cowardly” “disappointing” and that I said nothing about her or pointed her out in any way & she realized she put herself on blast.

Girl BFFR you literally lost all but one friend, who is kindly letting you stay with her and she already says living with you is fucking awful, it’s been one week. Her bf bought her a brand new car because she couldn’t hold down a job and needed better transportation, he’s covered their mortgage payments on his own (yes he owns a home, it was a family member’s property before he inherited it) because she kept getting fired from jobs for being late; and she’d spend all her money on new clothes and hair dye because she has to change things up impulsively every week-month timespan.

She lost her house, a car, the vast majority of her friends, and her loving partner because she didn’t want to admit she fell/was falling out of love with her partner. She was the one initially way more into monogamy and the concept of soulmates, he was perfectly fine with having a monogamous relationship with her because he wasn’t that curious about polyamory. They’ve discussed why they’d do if they ever separated, he’d take the spare room or couch and she’d have the main bedroom so she’d have space and privacy. She chose to leave the house and refused anything from him, and now she’s using it as reasons to why he’s treating her poorly.

[gibbingtonwibbington]

NUber and CVS suck.

I totally did not have the energy for that.

I’m shivvering under a blanket all over again.

I knew it. I knew it as soon as I was forced to sit on the steps waiting 20 plus minutes for a “3-4-3-4” min away NUberfkndriver to show up.

Like what’s he doing? Jerking one cuz he had a young, nubile, Valentine’s day couple to drop off, eh? Fucker in his orange fucking jeep renegade.

Canceled dat BITCH FO SHO BAYBAY.

Then got into a dope ass suv who decided to show off by driving crazy along w two other’s in cvs parking lot.

That guy totally was an ass, truck bitch was at fault 100%. I even wrote a thing to Uber just to make sure they have my say in it. My dude drove forward before the guy backed up ( I didn’t tell them that though lol) I didn’t tell them because we totally would have made it past him if he didn’t back up sideways like a fkn tard on the WORST road to do that on. We needed a second for him to wait and it would’ve been fine. He didn’t cut the wheel at all either. I said “why the fuck did he back up?” then I said “do u just want me to go inside? “ n he was like YA! Walked out n looked at his crushed side mirror n wasliwtf

Hhhhh

it was glorious. He stepped WAY THE FUCK back after this dumb back and forth..

Isaid, that means nothing.”

For the third time to this huge fuckin 6ft whatever tall bald Especially didn’t want to run into my new “best friend” …this one DIPSHIT cop that I made a complete fool put of. Oh god I loved it. I got off later on about it. He was so RED in the face with embarrassment and a flu apparently. He legit blew air in my face. It had to be him. I should call back just to give it back to him. I knew the other cop. He knew me, he knew I wasn’t lying. The last faces i said i wanted to see were theirs and apologized.

Uhh did that flu ridden mofo even search our names? Of course naht! I’m TOO old (for this obnoxious ((mid 20’s but looks older than me) neighbor having no life and being obsessed even though a lesbian joke happened) shit. I’m older than one of the cops by 3 yrs and grumpymcflufuck was at least 41. and I don’t even have a single speeding fucking ticket. flu riddenmofofo

My uber driver would’ve been way more embarrassed if I was standing with that group of middle aged 50-60 yr old men group. Fuck that. I went inside and then snuck over to the 24 store across the street to pee lol. N he said yea. Cuz they had to call the cops n these three dudes were sucking any surrounding witnesses into standing outside with them waiting for the cops. The truck guy was like did u see that can u wait here to some rasta dude in some white eRly 80’s car no shit. I am thinking bro why do u want more witnesses to you fucking up? It’s an accident. That dude wasn’t even a part of it. We had a line of traffic! I can only assume he’s not from around here. There’s a lot of construction shit going on here

So there was this kinda crazy bitch back in my middlechool yrs calles Cristina. I jeard she became a chunky lesbian stripper in Miami. I just searched, I was curious, haven’t heard a word bout this gal in ages, from anyone. Not even the one dude who was obsessed. She makes these pop art super easy canvas things, which an elephant has made look better and it doesn’t have fingers. A trunk is pretty flexible but anyway…lol…she makes these cliché ’ pop-art (insanely simplified) hand-netted basketball nets. Not sure if she’s the only one but it totally seems niche-like. Her art isn’t terrible but it’s NoT something that would make me say wow wtf?

Fkn weaksauce.

So she’s bragging on this fake ass interview thing she posted herself haha and mentions she’s sold to some high rollers like Rlck ross n a bunch of other low mil net worth ppl

n im just like… yea, you’re not applying yourself whole-heartedly, Christina.

HahaHAHA.

Cmon man…

#1 Leave Miami.

Lol

#2 Talk to OTHER people, make friends.., reach outwards.

[neur0nom1con]

I dont often get involved with drama, so I apologize to my followers for this sudden and out of character post, it’ll probably be the last time I’ll talk about this unless some dickriders come and attack me or if I’m asked to talk about it again.

The fact that there are people nearing adulthood attacking CHILDREN for shittalking someone who deserves it floors me. I’m so sorry to anybody who’s innocent and just trying to protect the better party, this shit is unnecessary on the offenders part. To Tulip and Outkast, I’m so sorry you’re getting harassed over this. The other party could try and say you were handing this incorrectly, but what else were they to expect from children? This isn’t your fault, it’s theirs for bringing this situation to the public.

Not going to name names since I don’t encourage the harassment of others, but you’re a nazi, you have a school shooter OC, and you’ve done more deplorable shit than I can count on my hands and toes. Seriously? Holocaust jokes? Fucking gross.

So what if a kid is hurting your feelings? Just ignore it and move on. You claim sending death threats is an awful thing to do but I doubt you haven’t gone around telling people to off themselves either as a joke or because they pissed you off, your behaviour says you’ve told more people to die than either of these kids have in their whole time on the internet.

News flash!! you’re going to receive death threats regardless because that’s one of the cons it takes to being popular or even existing online. I’ve had my fair share of death threats, you know what I do? Nothing, because it’s not my problem. Like seriously, grow up and move on with your life, you’re 19 and acting like this is the end of the world. Have you considered that you were spoken to that way because your actions are despicable? That the things you say aren’t harmless and can very much hurt the people around you? Like have some self reflection, they’re saying this for a reason. “But.. But it was unwarranted…!” Did you maybe look back on your art or actions and think “Hmm, maybe this is socially unacceptable in the majority! Maybe what I’m saying can be triggering to others and I should keep this to a niche group or share this privately to people I know are okay with it!”. You could try and argue that what you said was a joke, but nobody in their right mind would try and dismiss that bullshit as a joke, you’re doubling down on something you can easily just admit your fault to.

Also! Quit blaming your behaviour on a personality disorder, because guess what! Tulip didn’t know, only people close to you knew! We’re not mind readers, we had no way of knowing that about you. It’s the equivalent of me going “I didn’t mean to cross your boundaries you very explicitly stated! I’m autistic so I don’t understand social cues!!”. It’s childish. You’re the adult in this situation, act like it and talk to us like a reasonable adult does instead of going online like a wuss. My family has a history of personality disorders, I’ve had to deal with that for my whole life. They can take accountability, why can’t you?

If the person i’m talking about happens to see this, I strongly encourage you reach out. Not by reblogging, but by direct messages. The internet doesn’t need to know that you’re beefing with children nearly 4 - 5 years younger than you. The way you’re handling this is baffling to me, so I’d much rather you talk to me like an actual person instead of pointing fingers saying “BAD BAD BAD ATTACK ATTACK ATTACK” like you’re at the salem witch trials. Also, don’t even think about publicly involving anybody with a huge following. You know the harm that can cause, literally anybody with a brain knows that.

Again, sorry for the change of posting, I feel quite strongly about this,, Victor over and out!

I’m 15.

Cope.

[svtskneecaps]

halloween hijinks

yeah the title’s p bad i made it up for posting and nothing but

uhh i was bored so i wrote a kim jisung x kim jihun semi unrequited story? like love’s not really the main focus bc it’s mostly two idiot friends doing dumb shit yknow

Group: TRCNG (look at ya girl stepping out of her comfort zone)

Warnings: Ouija boards, mentioned flying erasers, two kids being dumb, scented candles, probably language (i don’t remember for sure but knowing me), ooc things (let me emphasize this, OOC THINGS), and poor writing. i did my best

Words: a commentary’s worth (1725)

best gif i could find in 5 minutes of searching my dudes i take what i can get and don’t throw a fit cr to bapwoo the owner as shown above. i’m not a giffer just a bad writer

“We should not be doing this.”

Jisung had been saying that for probably the last day and a half straight. One would think he’d have stopped by now, since the boy creeping around ahead of him with a Ouija board tucked under his arm still hadn’t listened.

“Yes we should, because who else is going to?” Jihun checked around the corner, looking like someone from a parody of a spy movie.

“The teachers probably, I don’t know! We shouldn’t be messing with this stuff.”

“Look, I did research. It’ll be fine.” (Jisung noticed he knocked on wood as he said that)

“You did less than a day’s worth. We’re messing in the occult here, what if we summon something?”

“Yeah, like what? The spirit of an angry old woman who flicks your forehead when you cuss?” Jihun crouched down, checking around a hallway intersection.

“Like a demon! This is serio- what are you doing?”

“I’m being stealthy.” Jihun laid flat on his belly, worming his way through the intersection.

“You- okay.” He was going to say you look ridiculous, but thinking about it this wasn’t the strangest thing he’d seen. Now crouching on the other side, Jihun waved for him to join. Checking both ways for any security or custodians, he crossed the intersection.

But not on his belly, because he kind of wanted to keep that last shred of dignity, thank you.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” Jihun hissed.

“I’m gonna get us caught?” Jisung asked, but the other boy was already moving, crouched in front of a classroom door and fiddling with the knob.

“Got it.” He pulled the door open. “Come on.”

The classroom was eerie in the dead of night. Even the cheery posters with cheesy motivational sayings seemed creepy. And the model skeleton their teacher had dressed up for Halloween really didn’t help the atmosphere any.

“You know what today is?” Jihun asked as he pulled the shades down over the windows.

“Halloween?” Jisung cleared a spot on one of the lab tables at the back of the room.

“No, that ended a couple hours ago.” He pulled the last shade down and moved over to Jisung, beginning to set up the Ouija board. “Today is the Day of the Dead. I read about it on Wikipedia.”

“You think that’s a trusted source?”

“Well I wouldn’t cite it on an essay but it’s pretty accurate a lot of the time.” Jihun pulled a stack of website printouts from of the box, setting them next to the board. Jisung squinted. “Anyway, Wikipedia says spirits come to visit the living world on November first, which is the second day of the festivities, and coincidentally,” he checked his watch, “it’s been November first for about an hour.”

“I thought it was the day of the dead,” Jisung emphasized. “Singular.”

“Me too. But we were wrong.”

“And anyway, what does that have to do with what we’re doing?”

“Halloween, which is the mainstream spooky ghost day, has just ended. According to the Mexican tradition, the spirits have just begun to walk among us. I figured now would be the best time to contact the ghost and ask it to stop throwing erasers at me.”

Jisung felt his jaw drop. “That’s why we broke into school in the dead of night? I told you, it’s probably Siwoo or Hyunwoo or one of the other back row kids!”

“I’ve been watching, it’s not,” Jihun insisted, setting the triangular planchette beside the board.

Jisung sighed. “Fine. So how do we do this safely?” “Well first we’re supposed to light candles.” Jihun took a couple out of the box and set them on the lab table, pulling a lighter from his pocket. “I could only find two at my house. They’re scented.”

“You’re sure they’re not going to set the fire alarms off and get us busted?” Jisung asked doubtfully, picking up one of the candles and breathing in the scent absently (it was vanilla).

“They’re tuned for heat, not smoke. We’re in a science lab, there’s going to be smoke sometimes.” Jinhun flicked the lighter, the flame finally catching on the fourth or fifth try. Jisung caught himself staring too closely and quickly asked a question to distract himself.

“What’s that one scented?”

“Apple cinnamon, I think.”

The distraction didn’t work. He needed a new plan. As Jihun turned to light the other candle, he lifted the first and checked the label. “Yeah. It’s apple cinnamon.”

Jihun finished lighting the candles and looked back up at him, then laughed. “Why are you glaring at the candle? Do you not like that scent?”

Embarrassed, he set the candle down, trying to think of an excuse. “No, I’m just tired.”

“Do you want me to hurry then?” Jihun shoved the lighter back in his pocket and placing the candles on opposite sides of the board.

“Please do.”

Jihun hopped up on the lab table, sitting cross legged and pulling the board onto his lap. “It said we’re supposed to balance the board on our knees, preferably touching.”

It didn’t sound that close until he experienced it in action. Hunched over the board, their heads were almost touching. Despite its purpose being to contact a ghost, it felt intimate.

“Okay, now we warm up the planchette and then we get started.”

“How do you warm up the planchette? Do we hold it over the candle flame?”

“No we just move it around on the board.”

“Sounds easy enough.” They moved it around in a circle. Well, it was mostly Jihun controlling it. “How do we make sure to get the classroom ghost and not a passing other spirit, or something evil?”

“We specify.” Apparently deeming the planchette sufficiently warmed up, Jihun stopped moving it. “And it said only one person should ask questions formally to the board, to avoid confusing the spirit.”

“So you’ll be asking the questions?”

“Yeah. And the other person just tries to keep their mind clear, because the mixing energies could break the connection.” Jihun glanced at him. “So don’t freak out or anything, and don’t take your hand off the planchette. If anything goes wrong, I’ll end the session. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said simply. “I trust you.”

Jihun flashed a smile. Jisung ignored the fluttering in his chest. They leaned over the board, and Jihun opened the session. “We ask of you no negativity and no profanity, only positivity, and we ask you to only communicate with us through the board and only the board, and that anybody here or near to us is not affected by anything negative.”

“Did you memorize that?” Jisung asked, eyes flicking up.

“Yeah.” Jihun slid the planchette over to the greeting in the corner. “Hello!”

“Hello,” Jisung echoed.

“Is there anyone who’d like to speak with us?”

They waited.

“It might take a couple minutes,” Jihun said.

“So do we have to wait in awkward silence until then?”

“I don’t know.”

They tried it. Time stretched on. Jisung wished he’d thought to grab his watch on the way out. Jihun’s was hidden by his sleeve, and the clock on the wall was never trustworthy. The planchette inched towards the U, but he was pretty sure that was gravity and not a spirit.

“Is there anyone in this room who wants to talk to us?” Jihun tried again, a little louder. Jisung winced at his volume, sure that someone was going to hear and come running, but his concerns were quickly forgotten as the planchette began to move, halting over the yes.

“That’s so cool.” The words came out breathless as he stared at the unassuming piece of wood.

“Do you haunt this room?” Jihun asked. It circled around and came back to yes. “Do you throw things?” It moved to no. Jisung resisted the urge to say, I told you so. “Do you know who’s been throwing things?” It moved to yes, then slid across the board, pausing over each letter. They leaned over the board, reading each letter out loud.

“Kangmin?” Jihun asked incredulously. He straightened up abruptly and hit Jisung’s forehead with his skull. It took an inhuman amount of willpower to keep his hands on the planchette. “Shoot- sorry Jisung.”

“No it’s fine.” He shook his head. “Did you get all the answers you wanted?”

“Yeah.” Jihun turned back to the board. “Thank you for your help, spirit. Do you mind if we say goodbye now?”

The planchette slid to no, and then to goodbye.

“Thanks again, goodbye~” Jihun sang. Jisung echoed him. “Okay, we can take our hands off now.”

“Guess you really did know what you were doing.” Jisung rubbed his forehead as he spoke.

“Yeah. Is your head okay?” Jihun leaned in, setting the board aside. “I really knocked it.”

“It’s fine, just hurts a little.”

“How does one check for a concussion?”

“Hyung really, I’m not gonna get a concussion because you sat up too fast.”

“You’re sure?”

Their faces were so close. Jisung wondered if the other noticed. “Yeah I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Jihun sat back, and the tension cleared from Jisung’s chest, although it was quickly replaced by some kind of empty longing sensation. What was up with him?

“I don’t mean to be overbearing or anything,” Jihun said, hopping off the lab table and starting to pack up. “I just worry about you.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Jisung hopped down and stacked up the papers, setting them in the bottom of the box. Jihun handed him a candle, and with a quick huff they blew them out at the same time. They returned the room to its original state and snuck back out of the school, heading for home.

“Do you ever want to do that again?” Jihun asked.

“What, use a Ouija board?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe.” Jisung’s eyes trailed over the jack o lanterns littering the sidewalk. Taking a chance, he said what he’d been thinking, “If I was doing it with you, yeah.”

Maybe it was the excitement of using a Ouija board and not dying, maybe it was that he’d basically been asleep for the past ten steps, but he didn’t remember who reached out first. All he knew was they were holding hands all of a sudden, and Jihun was smiling at him.

And maybe he hated it but he knew he’d do it a million times over if it all led to this.

i probably did shit but hey i tried my sins are atoned for i have contributed to the trcng scenarios tag happy spooky day

[midnight-dreamerness]

It’s Always Been You

(This is NOT my gif. Credit to the creator <3)

summary: Jay stopped speaking to you unexpectedly and then you see each other at Molly’s.

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: Curse Words??

word count: 2.4k

A/N: theres a slight mention of the reader being plus size…

You never thought you’d be replaced. But in came Erin Lindsay and suddenly she was all he talked about. And eventually he didn’t call anymore. He didn’t pull up in your driveway with pizza and a pack of beer out of the blue anymore. There were no Saturday movie nights or Monday monopoly despite you both knowing he always won.

You were lonely. After meeting Jay in high school, it was the two of you against the world. And when he left for the rangers, you were lost. But he came back to you. And you were the happiest you’ve ever been. But this time was different. You were losing him, falling right between your fingers right In front of your eyes and there was nothing you could do was watch from afar as he loved someone else and ached to be that someone.

Erin was a good person with a good heart. She was good for him. But you couldn’t help but hate that you couldn’t give him everything she could. Whatever that was you didn’t know. Maybe it was because you were bigger. Maybe it was because you were different. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to know. It would only break you in the end.

You tried to go out but it seemed the ghost of him followed you wherever you went.

You glanced at him for a moment, noting the stubble covering his jaw and remember how much you ran your hands over it giggling when he spun you around in the middle of his apartment.

You both were closer than normal best friends. You slept in the same bed and cuddled countless times. But every time you woke you he was gone.

Your friend snapped her fingers in front of your face with a laugh.

“You’re staring,” she commented, sniggering. You grimaced, biting at your lip and removing your intense gaze from the man across the room.

He was with a group of people but his arms were laying across the chair of the girl you wanted to hate but couldn’t.

“I hate nice people,” you grumbled, only making your friend laugh more. You ended up grinning, her laugh being contagious.

“Hello, ladies.” You now noticed the blonde who had walked up to your table, recognizing him from Jay's group from across the room.

“Hello, handsome,” you flirted, resting your chin on the palm of your hand, fluttering your eyes at him. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m Adam. I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. Can I buy you a drink, both of you?”

“You can buy her a drink. I’m going to talk to the guy who's been eyeing me since I walked in. Good luck!” Your friend exclaimed and started to walk away but turned around and added, “Oh! She likes the fruity stuff. Berry Lemonade Margarita is her favorite. Thank me later.” She gave the blonde, Adam, a wink before finally walking away. You place your hands in your hands, a blush settling over you cheeks.

“Berry Lemonade Margarita it is.” Adam said walking to the bar. You sat there and chuckled, shaking your head. You could feel eyes on you, so you looked up and met his eyes. His hand had fallen from behind Erins chair, a sad smile on his face. You looked away letting out a sigh. Adam was back in a matter of minutes, sliding your drink in front of you and settling in the seat in front of you, a glass of what looks like Whiskey in his hands.

“Thank you,” you muttered, giving him a small shy smile.

“You don’t talk much do you?”

“When I open my mouth I usually embarrass myself.” He only laughs, shaking his head.

You ended up talking for a good twenty minutes about anything and everything. He was easy to talk to but you couldn’t help but ache for another man who would glance at the two of you from across the room ever so often. He hated it. He hated watching Adam making you laugh. It was really his own fault. He has no right to be angry or jealous. But he was. All he wanted to do was march right over there and rip him from that seat. Instead, though, he watched from afar, detaching himself from the conversation his friends were having. You brightened up the room as soon as you entered, his eyes on you as soon as you stepped foot into Molly’s.

“You know Jay?” Adam asked, leaning back against the booth. You nodded, swirling the straw in your half empty drink.

“We were best friends. Things happen, though. People change.”

“Well you're glancing at him every couple of minutes so apparently something happened there.”

“Oh fuck, Adam. I’m sorry,” your shoulder slump as you feel the guilt build inside you. He simply laughs and shakes his head.

“No need to apologize. Does he know?”

You wanted to ask him what he meant but you knew. So you shook your head, “No.”

He purses his lip. “Have you thought about telling him?”

“Only a thousand times. Erin is good for him, though.”

“If Jay wanted to be with Erin he would’ve made it official. So clearly something is holding him back.”

You hated how your chest filled with hope that maybe he held back because of you. But he left you. Stopped calling. Stopped texting. Stopped everything.

“C’mon,” Adam said standing up, glass in one hand and the other held out for you to take. You gave him a curious look but took his hand anyway and grabbed your drink before he could pull you away. When you noticed the direction you both we’re headed you tried to stop but it was no use. The two of you had gained the attention of the entire group.

“Hey, this is my girl, (Y/N). This is Kevin, Kim, Erin, and Jay.” Adam said, pointing them all out with their name. You gave them all a shy smile and a wave. Anxiety filled you and you suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

“Oh no, has he talked your ear off yet?” Asked Kevin who only made the rest of them laugh, aside from Jay, who only glaring at him. He hated the way the words “his girl” fell from Adam's lips.

Your shoulders dropped as the anxiety left and you let out a small laugh.

“He’s getting there.”

You didn’t even have it in you to look into his eyes. You tightened your grip on Adam's hand, who simply nudged you towards the empty spot next to an African American man, who you now know as Kevin. Adam sat next to you, sending you a wink before throwing his arm over your chair.

“Truthfully. She loves me,” Adam says shrugging. You take a sip of your drink, eyes widen, a laugh nearly falling from your lips.

“I’m just waiting on my chance to run,” you suddenly spoke. There was a slight pause before laughs were heard around the table and a whine came from Adam.

“Babe, that is so mean,” Adam moaned, holding his hand over his heart as if you broke it.

You simply giggled and slapped his chest lightly.

A conversation started and you added in a couple of times but mainly you were putting your focus on avoiding his gaze or trying not to cry at the sight of his hand resting on Erins shoulder.

As a certain song came on, you were suddenly pulled into memories of only a couple months ago.

It was the night he made you dance with him. You remember giggling and letting him spin you until you were dizzy and ready to pass out. You remember how his hands fell on your hips to try and steady you before you fell. He was laughing the entire time until his face came close to yours. And he almost kissed you. He was so close and you prayed that he would. But he didn’t.

The memory only causes your heart to ache and knowing that the man you loved was sitting right in front of you with another girl on his arm made it ten times worse.

You wanted to scream and to cry but you trapped it inside, bottling it up until you could let it out once you got home.

The sound of your slurping pulled you from your thoughts. You were out of adult juice. With no intention of going home, you were going to need another drink to get you through the night.

“I'm going to get a drink. I’ll be back,” you told Adam before hopping out of your seat. He gave you a nod.

“Yeah, me too. Anyone want anything?”

You pushed through the groups of people trying to get away but there was no use, Jay caught your arm and pulled you away before anyone at the table noticed. You were in a hallway suddenly and before you could say anything Jay was in front of you.

“Adam? Really?”

“What? What’s wrong with Adam? And why do you care?” You are getting upset now. Jay had no right to question you on who you were seeing. Not anymore.

“He’s not really your type.” You snorted at his reply. What were you supposed to say to that? You didn’t understand why he cared when he had left you and all of a sudden he wants to look out for you.

“Jay, you have no idea what my type is anymore. People change. Maybe I like blondes now.”

“Yeah well I remember only a couple months ago you much preferred brown haired, blue eyed men.”

“What are you implying?” You asked, stepping closer to him, your eyes set in a glare. He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles catching your eyes for a split second. Your thighs clenched before you copied his stance, your nails digging into your arms.

“You know exactly what I’m implying, princess.”

The nickname made you weak at the knees and so did that fucking smirk on his face. But you stood your ground, slipping your hair over your shoulder and attempting to walk around him. He caught your wrist, pulling you into his chest. You took in a breath at how close you both were. It had been so long since you touched him and every part of you wanted to melt into his arms.

“You left me, remember. Replaced me. No calls, no text, no goodbye. And no excuse. You have no right to try and tell me who I can or cannot be with.” As you spoke you snatched your wrist from his grip and pulled away, walking right out the side doors. You walked up to Adam, the excuse falling from your lips easily.

“I’m not feeling too well, I’m gonna head home, Call me. It was nice meeting you guys.”

And you were out the door before they could say anything. Your phone was blowing up as soon as you sped off down the road but you didn’t once pick it up knowing who it was.

It was your turn to ignore him now. You blocked his number later that night and cried yourself to sleep, trying your hardest to let go of that stupid schoolgirl crush you had for him and grow the hell up. You only wished it was as easy as saying it. But your mind betrayed you and you thought about him for the next two days. And then he showed up.

When you heard the knock you assumed it was the package you had been waiting on for three days now but when you took a peek through the peephole, you closed your eyes and sat your back against the door.

“Please open the door,” he begged, resting his head against the door. You let out a sigh and pushed yourself from the door, turning and swinging it open. He stood there with a pizza box in his hand and a pack of beer resting on top. You couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the flowers hiding behind his back. He pulled them out, a grin overtaking the sadness on his face. The look of excitement cured the nervousness that had settled in his stomach.

“Can I take the pizza, beer, and flowers and leave you on the doorstep?” You joked about taking a hold of the flowers, bringing them to your nose to smell them. You closed your eyes as your favorite flower's scent invaded your nose.

Jay let out a laugh. “No, princess. It’s a package deal.”

You let out a chuckle and opened the door wider for him. Jay walked inside, instantly making his way to the living room where he sat the pizza and beer on the table. Instead of following him you entered the kitchen and placed the flowers in a vase and filled it halfway with water. You placed them on the counter, cocking your head to the side as you arranged them perfectly in the vase. Jay watched from the entrance, leaning against the frame with a smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry. And I know it isn’t much, but I hope this is a good start to getting you back.”

His voice causes shivers to roll over your spine. You purses your lips, taking in a breath.

“I don’t want to play anymore, Jay. I want a relationship and if you can’t give me that then please just say so.”

He walked forwards, cupping your face in his hands.

“I didn’t know what I wanted back. But I do know now. And it’s you. It's always been you.”

With a sigh of relief you captured his lips, your hand running up his chest before clasping around his waist. You wished you had done it before, that you both hadn’t played around the thought of a relationship and just did it. But you had him now and that’s all that mattered.

His kiss made you fuzzy and you Found yourself leaning against him for support. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you parted your lips eagerly. You moaned at the taste of him and moved your hands to then settle on his chest. You have never been kissed like this before. And you loved every part of it.

You pulled back, taking in a much needed breath as he leaned his forehead against yours attempting to catch his own breath.

“So, you want me to beat your ass in monopoly or what?”

[mammons-best-boi]

Prompt 5 "May i have this dance" with Mammon and Mc. To make up for the fact they didn't get to dance at the party in season 1 🥺💜

Oh my gosh!!! I love this!

(somehow this became hurt comfort..... Idk man..)

You spent the morning making everything perfect! You had set up the garden with Asmo's help, got Satan to help with enchanting the candles, Beel helped move the picnic table off of the gazebo, and Belphie and Levi even made a 'normie inspired' playlist for the night! Lucifer even promised to keep Mammon busy while you were setting up!

The afternoon was spent with Barbatos and Luke making the best picnic dinner in all of the three realms! Sandwiches, cupcakes, muffins and tarts! You even made extra dried blackbelly newt legs and fried scorpion sandwiches with vinegar and tartar sauce on the side so they stay crispy.

Once you got everything packed up, it was almost 6pm! With rushed thank yous and goodbyes, you sprint to the HOL.

Out of breath and still running, you call Lucifer.

"I'm almost back!" You gasp out.

You hear something fall to the ground. "Mc!? What's wrong?" Lucifer asks, worry clear in his voice.

"Was gonna be late!" You stop, waiting for a cross sign to change. "Got everything done!" You say, a smile clear in your voice.

On the phone, you hear Lucifer sigh. "I'm relieved. Next time call before you leave." He says in that tone that parents get when still worried, but glad nothing's wrong.

You take off as the light changes. "Kay! ETA five minutes!" You hang up after he acknowledges and focus on getting back.

Panting, you rush out to the entryway to the garden, picnic basket on your arm, on the lookout for the demon of the hour; Mammon!

He was already there, staring into the house with his back to the garden, looking rather upset.

"Mammon!!!" You shout happily, practically launching yourself at him only to skid to a halt when he flinches from you. "Mammon?" No response, he doesn't even look at you. "Mammon? What's wrong?" Still nothing.

Tears well in your eyes as his state of being finally clicks in your brain. The hollow look in his eyes, the way his clothes are rumpled more than usual, the discoloration on his jacket...

"Lucifer." You growl out, recoiling when that makes Mammon flinch, hard. Picnic forgotten, you carefully embrace the beaten down Mammon, running your hand through his hair while the other coils around his waist. "I'm so sorry Mammon.. this is all my fault.."

Eventually, you're able to coax the near catatonic Mammon into your room. You brought the picnic basket full of food with, for later.

"I thought he'd... I don't know.. do something nice with you... I'm so sorry." You apologize again, filling the following silence with senseless reassurances as you rock softly with him in your lap.

He eventually gives in to sleep, this long day of God knows what, finally catching up with him.

You carefully get out your DDD and make a group chat with everyone but Mammon in it, but only after dropping an angry sticker on Lucifer and leaving that chat.

You: Thank you all (except Lucifer) so much for your help today!

Everyone, including Lucifer, send confused stickers

You: Don't even try to act like you don't know why I'm mad at you Lucifer! Consider this the start of your punishment.

You: I appreciate all the efforts that we all put in to making the garden look amazing and I'm sure that the music would have been amazing!

Levi: what do you mean "would have"

You: Well, you see.

You: Dear Lucifer decided to spend the day, the whole day, "punishing" Mammon. And, wouldn't you know, that takes its toll on someone!

You: Mammon didn't even respond when I called his name and flinched when I got closer to him.

You: Mammon deals with being punished almost every day. Makes you wonder what Lucifer did to make Mammon catatonic.

The typing dots appear and disappear a few times, for almost everyone, before Satan says something.

Satan: Mc, I can feel your wrath all the way in my room. Assuming you're still with Mammon, you need to calm down.

Satan: Mammon is in a very influential state, you need to be careful around him. I recommend we continue this later.

You: Okay, but only because I could hurt Mammon if this continues. I still have so many words for you, Lucifer.

You leave an angry sticker in the chat before you close your DDD, which continues to vibrate as the others continue to talk.

You ignore it and force yourself to calm down. You look at the demon sitting in your lap, his long legs draped off the arm of your chair, his arms around your torso as he sleeps against you.

"I was hoping to end today with a dance and a kiss... I love you Mammon, good night." You settle in for a long night as you text Lord Diavolo and explain what happened before asking for tomorrow off from RAD for you and Mammon.

Planning on dancing the day away with him tomorrow before ripping Lucifer a new one for hurting Mammon.

[cloudenthusiast2]

To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 7 (Final)

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 6

Length: 4000 words

Trigger warnings: blood, mentions of loss

A. note: Scaramouche is my favourite character in the game and I really love him. But I couldn't help and feel awful when he said those words in Inazuma. Look, I don't think that Mihoyo is gonna let the huge opportunity slip and not make him playable (for which we need to have at least a tiny bit of friendship with him and well, right now mc straight up hates him) but in case that does happen, in case he doesn't get a redemption arc, I made one myself. I wrote this to redeem him in my own, and hopefully your eyes as well. I hope you enjoyed reading this story of that little bastard as much as I enjoyed writing it.

It was fair to say that Scaramouche was stunned by the sight of the local people.

Certainly not because he suddenly grew fond of them. It was rather because the way they appeared out of blue when little Yu gave them a sign. She let out three short whistles and the forest came to life in front of the harbinger.

Old men and woman, little children and whole families walked towards them. It was clear even for Scaramouche that they looked uneasy and hostile. They surely wouldn’t have appeared in front of the fatui if it wasn’t for Yu.

The sixth harbinger was astonished.

Because they would trust someone, especially a child so much.

Because there were so many of them.

He counted the people walking towards Yu. Way more than he’d thought there would be.

These people were injured, dirty and exhausted. But they were alive. And all because of one person.

‘Impressive’ he thought to himself.

Yu talked to them, explaining why the fatui was there and promising that they’re not in danger any more. The people seemed less at ease in his presence now but the harbinger still felt the piercing gazes. If looks could’ve killed he would have been dead in an instant.

He knew they all blamed him for the things that had happened. Maybe they even thought he was the one who made the abbys attack their village.

But Scaramouche got used to these types of glances during the years and he did not care about them any more. All that mattered was that they were able to help.

He stood behind little Yu who was still clinging onto her doll. Scaramouche stared at the bloodstains on the toy as she asked the people of Qingce to help find you.

The thought to promise them money crossed his mind but the instantly threw it away. He just somehow felt that it would be very wrong.

These people won’t help him because he can pay them. They won’t help because Yu asked them to either. They will help because you had been guarding them for years.

Mentioning your name caused them to stir up, to get loud and the all of a sudden the whole crowd was ready to go and search in the mountains.

It was obvious how much they loved and respected you. Maybe even more than Scaramouche used to, he realized.

Yu turned to him and nodded.

‘I think we can go now.’

‘How are you going to search everything?’ the harbinger asked as he crouched down to the child. It wasn’t needed since he wasn’t much taller than her but it felt like the right thing to do.

Yu’s eyes wandered to the hat. She reached out and gently touched it.

Scaramouche normally would’ve ended the person who messed with his hat but when the child did it, he somehow felt no urge to do so.

‘It’s because so many people are watching’ he explained to himself. But it still felt a bit weird not being annoyed.

He cleared his throat so Yu would focus on him again.

‘We know this place well’ she answered, letting her arms fall back to her side. ‘We will split up and warn each other if we find something.’

‘My people are out too.’

‘Then call them back.’

The harbinger glared at the child. She really was fearless, wasn’t she, huh. First touching his hat and now disrespecting the fatui.

‘You know…’ he crossed his brows as he began to speak but Yu quickly cut him off.

‘Everyone is afraid of them. And they’ll just be in the way. They don’t know the mountains, do they?’

Scaramouche clenched his teeth together. But he had to admit that the girl was right.

He stood up and walked towards the agents standing by a nearby bridge. They were there since the people appeared to make sure they don’t try to do anything to their harbinger.

He gestured to bring them closer then stood and crossed his arms.

‘First, I want to know how a big group of fatui agents were unable to find anyone when there was a whole village hiding in the forest’ he questioned them with a glare.

The agents were bowing already but now they bowed even deeper.

‘F-forgive us, our lord!’ a pyro agent answered. ‘They’re locals and we…’

‘Spare your apologies, I don’t care.’

Scaramouche closed his eyes for a moment and let out a sigh. He really didn’t care, he only snapped at them to let out a little frustration.

‘Call back everyone from the mountains. And let these people do what they want. Anyone who disturbs them in any way shall be punished.’

‘But my lord…’

‘Do as I say!’

Scaramouche turned his back to them and the agents hurried away. He watched as the people of Qingce split up and began their search in the forest, around the destroyed village.

He looked up to the mountains. Clouds hid the most of them, they were so huge, so high. And there were so many places you could be.

Was is it even possible that you were alive?

Scaramouche never lied to himself and this was the first time he wanted to. He simply just didn’t want to accept the small chances of finding you. He wanted to feel hope.

‘You better be alive, Y/n’ he muttered to himself. ‘For your own sake.’

For his sake.

*

‘Have you taken a look around in that cave too?’

‘I haven’t but I can go if…’

‘Stay.’

Scaramouche climbed to the cave and looked into the hole. It was smaller than it seemed from below and inside it there was absolutely nothing.

He quietly let himself down. He jumped on a bigger stone on the path under him, the bells violently jingling on his hat.

Little Yu asked nothing. It was obvious from the harbinger’s expression that he found nothing.

The air began to feel a little chilly in the mountains. The sun was getting ready to go down and let the moon take its place.

They’ve spent their whole day with searching. They’ve found absolutely nothing so far.

There were a lot of traces left behind the abbys order and the monsters. It was also clear that the fight continued outside of the village as well. Corpses of dead monsters bordered the narrow paths.

But your body was nowhere to be find.

Scaramouche looked up to the sky. The first star had already appeared. And with that, their last piece of hope started to slip away.

‘We haven’t looked there yet.’

The harbinger snapped out of his dark thoughts and glanced at the child in front of him. She pointed at a smaller mountain nearby.

‘That’s very far away from the village’ Scaramouche claimed. ‘We’d be just wasting our time.’

‘Then where do you want me to go?’ Yu asked.

The man let out a sigh. She was right, they’ve already looked through every bush and searched every rock on this mountain.

He started walking towards the other one without saying anything, and Yu silently followed him.

In the valley below them, lots of figures were moving and changing places. The locals still haven’t given up even though it was getting colder and darker with every passing moment.

A red dot appeared. Then another. They started lighting torches.

Scaramouche felt like choking. He touched his throat and fastened his steps.

He tried to banish the horrifying thoughts from his head but his desperate tries were unsuccessful.

You’re dead. They’re only going to find a cold body and not you. You’re dead and it is his fault.

He shook his head to quiet the voices and to get back into focusing on his search.

This made him realize that he hadn’t seen little Yu in a while. Scaramouche stopped and turned his head to check on the girl.

She was behind him a few meters away. Her movements were too slow to keep up with the harbinger’s.

‘Are you coming or not?’ The man growled at her. ‘Hurry up.’

‘Sorry…’ She was out of breath, quietly panting. ‘You can leave me behind. I know I’m just slowing you down.’

Scaramouche rose his brows at the young child who was not even tall enough to reach the ground from a bigger rock. Was she really that aware? What should he do now? Just leave her here? He was willing to do that, to be honest. The sun was about to completely disappear.

Yu grabbed the side of the rock. She let her feet down, trying to get down safely but she was too tired – the little girl stumbled and fell.

Scaramouche didn’t even realize he was reaching out – but a moment later he found himself holding the child in his own arms.

They stared at each other, the sixth Fatui Harbinger and the kid from Liyue. It was impossible to tell who was more surprised, the one holding or the one being held.

But it was the man who found his voice first.

‘Don’t think I’m gonna carry you like this to the other mountain.’

‘I didn’t think that’ she answered quietly.

Scaramouche cleared his throat and opened his lips. But before any other words could’ve come out of his mouth, a sharp whistle cut through the air.

They both jerked their heads up.

The sound was coming from below, south to the village.

The whistle was repeated – two short, two long ones.

‘They’ve found her’ Yu said.

*

Scaramouche had no memories of how he got down from the top of the mountain.

All he remembered was the crazy pace of his heartbeat. The darkness invading his head. That terrific feeling clenching his heart, incredible, deep fear he’s never experienced before.

There were many people standing in his way in front of a big cave. He pushed them away as he rushed to get closer.

It was dark. Everyone stood with a torch in their hands. He heard the whispers but the words were incomprehensiblenext to the loud beating of his own heart. There were figures but they were blurry, everything was blurry…

Until he saw you.

You were laying on the ground. Your body completely still, your chest not rising nor sinking. Your clothes torn, bloody.

There was so much blood.

He stumbled and fell on his knees in front of you. A local turned to him and spoke but he understood nothing. His hand was shaking as he reached out to touch you.

You were… cold.

He forgot how to breathe and just stared down at your body. Your messy hair hid your face and that just didn’t feel right.

Why was this happening?!

Everything was supposed to become alright after they’ve found you!

How dare you be dead, how dare you not wake up to his touch, to his wishes, to all wishes around you…!

‘Balladeer!’

He snapped out of the blurriness when someone grabbed his arm. An old lady with a serious look tried to pull him back.

‘Let go of me!’ he hissed, pushing her away. He groaned when the grip became stronger instead on his arm. Pain in his heart and body blinded him as he shouted. ‘I said, let go of me or else…’

‘Please stay out of the way of my people’ the lady asked in a calm tone. ‘She needs serious help.’

‘What help can you provide when she’s dead?!’ he screamed at her in a hoarse voice. ‘You stay away from her!’

‘Please calm down. Y/n is not dead… yet.’

Scaramouche slowly closed his eyes. The words echoed in his head.

She’s not dead. She’s not dead. She’s not dead. Yet.

He took a deep, shaking breath. The cold air in his lungs cooled him off a little.

You were alive. But also, only barely. He finally understood what that meant. But he couldn’t let himself feel any relief nor fear…

He was a harbinger, he was part of the Fatui under the rule of the almighty Tsaritsa. He was Scaramouche, the Balladeer who simply could not allow himself to show any vulnerability in front of mere mortals.

Even if it was about you.

Even if he wasn’t the same person any more.

‘Bring a healer’ he said in a lower tone.

‘We don’t have any vision bearers among us’ the lady answered. ‘But we’ll do everything to keep her alive.’

Scaramouche nodded and stood up. It took a lot of strength to tear his eyes from you but he forced himself to do it and turned around.

‘Alert my people and tell them to give you all that you need’ he told the locals as he fixed his hat. ‘Tents, medicine, food, everything.’

The people stood there in silence for a few seconds, not knowing whether to obey him. They only moved when the old lady from before thanked him. Then they finally set off towards the village.

Scaramouche wanted to turn back and take a glance at you one more time to make sure you’re really there and not just a hallucination. But suddenly little Yu appeared in his sight and that made him stay.

‘She’s alive’ the girl whispered. The mask she had worn so far finally broke and her expression was an expression of a little child. She seemed tired, sad and a little happy. ‘I’m so glad… Scara.’

The harbinger nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. His heart was still beating fast with fear but those heavy weights on his shoulders finally started getting lighter.

He felt something touching his hand and he opened his eyes to the sight of Yu holding onto him.

This type of physical connection was very far away from what Scaramouche would tolerate coming from a human but he felt way too tired to resist. He just let the little girl clench his pinkie and they both watched silently as some helpers grabbed your body and moved it to a safer place.

*

You felt like something that had been sitting on your chest for a while finally moved. Something even bigger, a huge, scary type of darkness slowly left your body.

It left you with the first breath you were aware of taking in a long time.

You let out a small sigh. And opened your eyes.

There was a fabric cover above you.

You were in a tent, safe and sound. Alive.

The first thing you noticed was the temperature. It was warm, welcoming and comforting. Lot of soft blankets covered your body which hurt badly but the pain was dim.

You tried to look around but your head was too heavy. You could barely tip your head to the side.

But the sight was worth it.

Your breath was taken away one more time. You just stared in silence and you could feel your eyes widen in shock.

‘You’re awake.’

Scaramouche closed the book he was reading and looked at you with a straight face.

‘Finally.’

He put the book down with a slow movement.

Mixed emotions invaded you. You fell from relief to happiness to fright in a span of a few seconds. You were alive and Scaramouche was here with you, but – why did he seem so distant? Was he still angry at you even after everything that had happened?

You almost let fear overrun you. Almost.

But your gaze fell on his hands and he couldn’t hide his true feelings from you any more. His hands were visibly trembling as he still held onto his book.

Little did you know he could have not read a single word written in the last couple of hours. He just sat there and watched over your sleep, not dozing off for even a second himself.

The shaking of his hands became even more obvious and he couldn’t hold himself back any more.

He moved closer and placed his trembling palms next to the sides of your body. He looked down on you from above and as you stared back at him, you could clearly see something that wasn’t there before.

The usual cold, emotionless blur was nowhere to be found in his dark eyes. Instead, there was pain. And a lot of it.

‘How dare you do this to me?’

During the years of your relationship, he’s grown to be comfortable in your presence but he never ever showed any signs of vulnerability in front of you and you just accepted that it’s probably never going to happen.

It was shocking, almost scary seeing him like this.

The desperate expression on his face softened and he let his head plop on your shoulders.

‘Scara’ you whispered. Your voice was hoarse and dry but it was your voice. You were able to speak.

The realization of how unlikely your survival was suddenly hit you and your eyes teared up.

‘Scara, I… I really thought I was gonna die…’

‘Then you’re stupid’ he answered, speaking into the blankets covering your shoulder. ‘You should know that you can’t die without my permission.’

You laughed through your tears. They streamed down on your face, straight into your ears. But even that felt so good. Crying was a sign of being alive from the very beginning of life and you never understood that so much than at that time.

‘Don’t… leave me ever again.’

You didn’t event think, the words just left your mouth.

‘Don’t worry.’ Scaramouche finally got himself together enough to sit up and at least pretend that he was alright. ‘You have successfully proved you’re not capable of taking after yourself so now I’m definitely stuck babysitting you till the rest of our lives.’

His movements said otherwise though. The way he caressed your cheek to dry the tears up showed that he’s not just stuck. He wantsto stay.

Just what kind of thinks did he go through in the past days? – the question occurred to you.

To think about it… why did he even come back? How did he hear what happened? And your people?! Were they safe?

So many questions echoed in your head and you couldn’t even put most of them into words that made sense. So opened your mouth and quietly asked:

‘What happened?’

‘I want to know the same’ he said. ‘What happened? How did you get so far away from the village? How are you alive in the first place?’

You thought back to the night. Pain stabbed you instantly and you had to close your eyes for a moment to calm it.

‘I don’t remember much. But I think the abbys wanted to take me with them. Is that… possible?’

‘I heard all kinds of things about them’ Scaramouche nodded. ‘It is very possible. Continue.’

‘There isn’t much to say… Obviously I tried to resist but there were too many of them. They probably realized I would be just a burden. I remember a mage knocking me out. But they didn’t kill me…’

‘Well, given your injuries, they must’ve thought there’s not a lot of time left for you. It really is a miracle that you’re alive.’ Scara stated. ‘And you were in that wet cave for an entire day too. You were nearly dead when we found you.’

‘We?’

You stared at him and your heartbeat dropped.

‘You mean…’

‘Yes’ he sighed. ‘That people of yours.’

He went silent for a moment then rolled his eyes.

‘They helped me out… I guess.’

‘So they’re all alive and safe?’ you asked and couldn’t help but laugh in relief. ‘That is so amazing! Thank you, Scara!’

‘Thank yourself, idiot’ he snorted. ‘You were the one who kept a whole abbys army away from them after all.’

The harbinger shook his head.

‘I hate that you were so reckless to do that… but I have to say I’m impressed. We should spar again sometimes.’

‘Aren’t you afraid you’re getting your ass kicked?’ you grinned.

‘I compliment you one time and you get this cocky?’ he crossed his eyebrows. ‘I have to put you back into your place, I see.’

You laughed and as you were finally strong enough to move a little, you grabbed his hand. He had to oppress his smile with force.

‘And how did you know… we were going to be attacked?’

The question made his task much easier. The harbinger’s face turned back to being serious once again.

‘I have my connections’ he answered briefly. ‘But you don’t have to worry, the fatui had nothing to do with the attack.’

‘I would never think that’ you rushed to make your words clear. ‘I just… hope that my people feel the same.’

Scara shrugged. Then averted his eyes as he thought of someone.

‘I don’t know about the others but there’s one person who clearly does.’

‘Who?’

‘That girl… Yu or whatever her name is.’

You stared at him in surprise. You’d never thought the day would come where he mentions a child and doesn’t frown. And to think that it’s Yu as well! Yu who was normally wary of strangers and such a gentle child…

Just what happened to him? – you asked yourself again.

You searched for answers in his eyes but it seemed like there were things that even this new type of Scaramouche, this more vulnerable and open one wouldn’t tell.

But it was alright. Maybe you didn’t need to know. You were just happy to be there and experience it yourself.

‘How is Yu?’ you asked.

‘Alright’ Scara muttered.

‘Her mother?’

‘Oh, her… Well…’

He hesitated for a moment and that was enough. Every good and warm feeling was instantly replaced by cold ones and you found yourself sitting up in dread.

‘Please tell me… She’s not…’

‘Hey, don’t sit up! Lie back right now!’

When you didn’t obey, Scaramouche pushed you back with his own hands. He was right, your body started aching terribly from moving and the physical pain almost outgrew the pain in your heart.

‘Is she…’

‘Yu’s fine. Don’t worry.’

‘No! I need to talk to her!’

‘You won’t.’

You clenched your teeth together in despair and Scara flinched. He saw himself in you when you did that. Earlier this day his expression was still this full of pain.

‘Scaramouche!’ you said, calling him by his first name which he suddenly realized, he hated more than that stupid nickname. ‘I will go and talk to her and you can’t stop me!’

‘I…’

‘Just think about everything you felt while I was missing! I know you don’t want me to go away again but you need to understand.’

‘All I’m trying…’

‘Maybe I really am cocky to think that it was painful to you but if I’m not and it really was, then just imagine that Yu feels like that too right now. And on top of that, she has no hope whatsoever. She knows that her mother is dead and there’s no…’

‘Oh, to Celestia, can you shut up for a moment?’ Scara interrupted you harshly. Then he frowned and quickly continued. ‘What I was about to say is that under no circumstances should you get up with these injuries. But you can talk to Yu.’

‘I can…?’

‘Yes, idiot. I’ll call her over.’

You stared at him in silence.

‘You’d… do that?’

‘Yes.’

‘So… you won’t mind if she stays with us?’

‘I guess not?’

‘Not even for a long time?’

‘I said no, stop asking these stupid questions.’

You were speechless and just gazed at him without saying anything for a long time.

You had mixed feelings about the Scara you woke up to so far. But this had finally convinced you that he really has changed into something better.

A slow smile formed on your lips. It grew bigger and bigger and it completely lit your face up.

‘You’re grinning like an idiot’ Scara claimed but nothing, not even his salty remarks could take away your happiness any more.

‘Scara, I really love you.’

‘You better do.’

He stood up and turned away as quickly as he could to try and hide the blush on his face. He knew if you saw that, you’d be teasing him about it till the rest of your lives together.

You were still grinning “like an idiot” as he was rushing to leave the tent. But even though he was in hurry, before he’d stepped out, he made sure to turn back and say:

‘I’ll be back.’