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inamagicalhallucination · 1 year

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pm dazai time traveling and meeting the ada and them being freaked out by him and him scaring them and thinking theyre all idiots for trusting him and it all being angsty and shit is a very interesting take

but personally, i think if pm dazai ever time traveled to meet the ada, they would, without much thought, say or do something that shows that they genuinely like him and he would probably just pass out because he cant handle genuine positive emotions directed at him (see bsd wan)

kunikida: here have this drink so you don’t pass out and die from dehydration you bastard

pm dazai: ... why did you get me this one?

kunikida: it’s ur favorite?????

pm dazai: oh *passes out*

pm dazai: so... you all think im ur friend

kenji: you are our friend !! we do all sorts of fun stuff together !! *thinking about all the times dazai helped him bring a cow into the office*

pm dazai: huh *internally screaming*

pm dazai: *vaguely shifts*

yosano: oh are your bandages itchy? i have some spare if you wanna go and change them?

pm dazai: *dies but not in the way he wants to*

pm dazai: im a demon; human emotions don’t mean much to me

ranpo: i’ve seen you cry over studio ghibli films, you’re as human as they get

pm dazai: oh

pm dazai: you just accepted me into your agency?

fukuzawa, patting his head: of course

pm dazai: *just fucking drops to the ground*

pm dazai:

Jun'ichiro: oh hey, here, naomi and i thought you might be bored so we set up a bunch of movies to watch or games for you to play :)

pm dazai, on the verge of passing out, lightheaded: wh-what

naomi: yeah! we picked all the ones we thought you’d like :))

pm dazai: *falling to the ground*

kyoka: here

pm dazai, taking the crepe: what’s this

kyoka: i went to get some and thought you’d enjoy this flavor.

pm dazai: *chokes and nods*

pm dazai: why do you like me so much

atsushi: there’s lots of reasons to like you mr. dazai! maybe it’s because you always take care of me. maybe it’s because you’re funny. maybe it’s because you were the first human i ever met. it’s hard to pinpoint

pm dazai: *cries and passes out*

bonus:

pm dazai, staring at the grave in front of him:

atsushi: i didn’t know your friend, mr. dazai, but i think he would’ve been very proud over how much you’ve tried, and how much you’ve succeeded in being a good person

pm dazai: im not a good person. even if future me has deluded you all to think-

atsushi: i think mr. dazai is a really good person. he may have done bad things before, but i think putting in the effort to change and be better is amazing. you help people through the agency, and you prove you’re a good person. maybe you’re not perfect, but we all love you because you’re you mr dazai :)

i didn’t include haruno or katai because i was running out of brain thoughts sorry

anyway since atsushi was horrifically abused his entire life, i thought it’d be interesting to have him call dazai the first human he met, because he’d be the first kind and real person he’d have met - since the orphanage was filled with people who tormented him, they’re registered in his head for the inhumane treatment they put him through if that all makes sense

anyway

i made a few people mention dazai being human since he has that whole thing of thinking he’s not

yeah anyway these are just my two cents feel free to add on or comment

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iaintlithuanian · 1 year

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A little too far || Xavier Thorpe x reader

Summary: Xavier and y/n had always had some sort of rivalry, neither of them really even noticed when they started having feelings for each other. Xavier takes everything a little too far when y/n is having a bad day. He ends up apologising and everything leads to confessions.

Warnings: swearing, angst to fluff ig, panic/anxiety attack I think that’s all.

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To say you were having a shitty day was an understatement. You were already done with today and couldn't take anymore life could throw at you. So as soon as you saw nevermore's "tortured artist" Xavier Thorpe coming your way, you groaned, already knowing what was coming from your rival. You tried to just walk past him but that didn't go to plan.

"Hey y/n!" He smirked, "you look worse than you normally do" he stated, a proud glint in his eye. You rolled your eyes already sick of the conversation which had only just begun.

" What do you want Thorpe? With all the attention you give me some would figure you like like me" You replied, not being able to resist a sassy comeback. His face dropped. His eyes glared holes into you. You didn't back down tho, keeping eye contact till he looked away.

"Well you..." Xavier trailed off, clearly thinking of something to say in return to your comment. "Wouldn't like me anyway, you know, with such a cold heart you just couldn't like someone" he snarled, but had a menacing smile at the same time. This time your face dropped. And your hands slowley began to shake, your bottom lip quivering, almost as if you were cold. That had hurt. You normally wouldn't let anything Xavier said get to you but for some odd reason that did. You didn't like the thought of him or anyone thinking that you were cold hearted and couldn't feel love for another person. You were on the verge of tears, they haven't formed yet but you knew they were coming. You snapped.

"You know, I have just as many feelings as you do!" You shouted, the rest of the student would usually just turn there heads at your bickering and they did today too. You felt yourself begin to get more emotional the more you slowly spiralled. "And it hurts just as much when someone just steps all over them" your voice got higher and it wobble during the sentence.

A look of disgust washed over Xavier's face, "god your so pathetic!" He half yelled, "and don't you ever compare yourself to me" he seethed. Tho for a quick second a different emotion plastered on his face when he saw your now clear distress. He masked it too quick for you to read tho. You stayed quiet. "School would probably shut down if you weren't here!" He laughed, antanonisinly, “queenie isn't here!" He mocked. You had been popular, you had hung out with Bianca for a long time, and you did have the role of school ‘queen' for a while until you noticed how mean Bianca and the others were toeveryone. So you left all that behind and became friends with Enid and Yoko, and sort of Wednesday. But it still hurt when he brought it up. Living in a rich family is no fun, and he of all people should know that.

"I like your knew earrings" he mocked. Tears began to spill down your face and you felt everything rush at you.

"Shut up" you whispered, barely audible. Your mind fogging up.

"Are those real diamonds, y/n?" He asked, he knew what he was doing.

'Shut up" a little louder. Your breathing began to pick up.

Did you work for that money?" He snarked.

"Shut your mouth" you warned, voice cracking.

"Or did your "daddy' buy them for you-" you cut him off.

"SHUT UP!" you cried, slowley backing away, his eyes widened at your outburst. You ran into the Forrest. No one would disturb you there, meaning no one would witness you having an anxiety/panic attack.

Xavier, tho being the cause of your attack, began to feel bad. Immediately. He would never admit it but he did like you. He just ‘knew’ that you didn't like him and so kept on being mean anyways.But he knew he had went too far this time.

Soon you heard footsteps coming closer and the growing yelling of your name. You tried to get your breathing under control but it was no use, you had let Xavier get the best of you and you were paying the price for it. All you could think about was what he had said. Yeah you weren’t perfect! But you weren’t heartless! We’re you…?

Finally Xavier found you, and the sight before him broke his heart. He had caused this. You were sitting against a tree with your knees to your chest and your head in your hands, shaking and crying. He ran up to you and kneeled in front of you. Slowly he reached out and put his hand on your shoulder. “Y/n…” he whispered softly. “Look at me…please” he asked, you obliged and looked him straight in the eye. He looked oddly guilty. “Y/n you have to control your breathing ok?” He said softly, rubbing your arm soothingly.

“I-I can-cant” you breathed.

“Breath with me okay?” He questioned. you nodded, answering his question. “Okay. In…” you breathed in with him. “And out…” you copied him. “In…” you breathed in. “Out…” you breathed out. After repeating this a few times you finally got your breathing under control and had relaxed a little. He hugged you.

He was now sat with his back against the tree and you were on his lap with your head on his chest. He had his arms wrapped around you protectively, like you would fade away if he let go. “I’m so so sorry y/n…” he sighed. “I know I went too far and..and I don’t even know why I always act like I hate you” he said, exasperated.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused. You had accepted his comfort but you thought that the feeling of hatred was still mutual. Well you had never actually hated him he just got on your nerves but you did actually like him. Who wouldn’t? He was hot, had a good personality, and he had good hair, drawing and lovely eyes.

“Look y/n, I get that you might not feel the same and i totally understand that, especially after what just happened but… I like you okay! No you know what scratch that I think I might even love you!” He rambled. You smiled to yourself, cuddling into his chest further. “I don’t expect you to like me back or anything I just thought it was better that you know-” you cut him off. You closed the gap between you both and your lips collided. His lips were soft and moved in sink with yours. The kiss was perfect, full love, passion and a little lust. You broke away.

“I like you too Xavier, and that comes to a surprise to me too, trust me” you laughed, he laughed with you.

For the rest of the day you and Xavier skipped classes and sat there, getting to know each other even more and laughing. This was defienatly the start of an amazing relationship.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #the addams family #x reader #enemies to lovers #wednesday addams

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domtheforestgnome · 7 months

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Moments my heart sequentially broke for Wilhelm in season 2 part 2

Hello! It's me again with another post about moments my heart sequentially broke for Wilhelm in season 2 of Young Royals. Here's part 1. And also there are Part 1 and Part 2 for Simon.

What's noticeable - based on these posts - till this moment Wilhelm has suffered mostly because of being rejected by Simon, whereas Simon is being hit from different directions (being in the destructive relationship with Marcus and hearing not nice stuff from him, being erased by Royal Court publicly, having hard time with his "long lost" sister, still being bullied by other students in Hillerska for his non-royal backgrounds)...

Yeah, that's my observation, feel free to make your conclusions based on it. Anyway my heart broke this season for Wilhelm when...

Simon agreed Wille's position actually IS problematic for him when it comes to their relationship. I mean, I really want to cry every time I see it.

I know the feeling, kiddo. I know the feeling sooo well. I wanted to hug him, and I really was disappointed he and Felice didn't go together to the ball, even though I got that she wasn't a fan of fueling the rumors with it.

On the other hand, watching Wilhelm like that is not entirely bad for him and feeling all those feelings. I imagine him trying to live the normal life, partying and all of that, and that could be also just to feel something, forcing and pushing things to extreme level - but the pain of being punch probably felt pretty real.

And here he wasn't in control and still felt something really strong and difficult. And in my opinion even though heartbreak is never easy, it was actually good for him to experience that as a... prince.

Do I even have to say anything? This scene is a masterpiece. Also it reminds me of the one in season 1. The one after Wilhelm learns that his mom knew about August's deeds and tried to excuse it with acknowledging Erik's legacy. Back then, I could really feel that he's so lonely and not gonna lie, I was really worried about his mental health in that moment - like "Please, Wilhelm, don't do anything bad to yourself, pleaseee". Though, this time he's not alone. At least he's got Felice, Boris, and even Nils to talk about it.

Yeah, I'd rather Wille and Felice went together for that ball. He was so lost. And Simon brought Marcus, not really making things easy for Wille.

Look how tired he was! Seeing him literally on the verge of exhaustion after putting all his energy to talk politely to Marcus and respectfully informing Simon, he surrenders. I'm so done!

Kissing Simon and still being very careful. Like, it all was still so fragile like glass in that moment.

When Wille made breakfast for Simon and the boy didn't want it, suddenly being very reserved towards Wille. The change in the mood after their kiss at the ball must be confusing.

Ugh... "all the things he said, all the things he said, running through my head" moment. Like Simon said lots of hurtful (still true) things to Wilhelm, and I am sorry for the kid bc it can hurt two times more when you really believe you doing things with a good will... I was watching that moment with sympathy for the kid. He believed he was doing the right thing and he really tried to administer justice towards August.

Him panicking and getting totally none of a response to it by Jan Olof and the other man. Like "you don't have to be sorry" would be nice to hear in this situation.

When he learnt August is his back-up.

I am proud of his reaction though - breathing and dealing with the news. Like before, kind of similar situation to that one in season 1 episode 6, but the reaction and also Kristina's emphasis on being in this together as a mother-son family, made it really different. They can do it. I believe it.

But later on I'm watching this scene and now as I am thinking about that...I might got manipulated just as Wilhelm. The way he said that his Mom is counting on him and therefore he should be doing all those things, the Royal Court want him to do, and yet it's so difficult for him. I mean I see a 16yo boy, but at the same time he talks and looks way more younger child. You can see that he loves his family so much too and cares for them, but the official role part is really messing ways of showing that.

When he was harsh for himself, being annoyed with the characters choices in the "Kris".

When everything started to collapse bc Simon didn't change his mind about going to police.

This whole sequence.

Oh, the longing. His thrive for the touch.

They shouldn't be scared!!! They're still children!!! I can't.

Yeah, I mean... Somehow my heart is even more broken for Wille here than for Simon, probably bc he's not stopping himself anymore from being that close to another boy. I know that Young Royals is not exactly about that (internal) struggle, but thinking about him in season 1 - all the pushing and pressure to have it in control, not let himself kiss Simon then kissing him, not wanting to be more than friends, then liking him too much for that, then all the video thing. He really wanted to be close to Simon, and here he finally was without stopping himself!!! And all their future was so unknown and scary. God!

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Ok, I need a brake. That's all for now.

Take care!

Now with Part 3

#young royals #simon eriksson #wilmon #prince wilhelm #edvin ryding #omar rudberg #crown prince wilhelm #season 2 #analisys #more like observation #moments my heart broke #for wilhelm

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greenerteacups · 24 days

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Hi GT, I was reading one of your wonderful responses and you mentioned you don't love what they did to Remus, and I have to say I 100% agree. In my opinion his relationship with tonks is weird (regardless of whether people think he had chemistry with Sirius) like he's at least 10 years older than her and he tries to leave her and it just seems like he goes along with HER infatuation without really caring about her very much. It also puts Tonks back into JKR's frequent dynamic for women, which is "badass who really wants to be with a guy who doesn't seem to appreciate her much" (see Hermione/Ron).

Do you have any further thoughts on that? I always found JKR's writing about women in relationships/who want relationships really weird. You definitely do it better.

JKR has many strengths as a writer, but I don't think anyone would say her romances are one of them. I think a lot of authors either consciously or subconsciously look down on romance as a genre because it's associated with sensuality and frivolousness, but writing and selling the idea that two people should and do want to kiss each other is like, really fucking hard to do, and it requires a certain set of skill checks as an author that not everyone has. Just like writing good horror or good fantasy, good romance has tenets and rules and things you can do to get the audience on board with you, and JKR didn't execute a lot of those things (to my satisfaction, YMMV) in the books. Bad romance is also a high-stakes problem, because it risks flattening out your characters and pitching them into OOC territory if the audience doesn't buy that the dynamic evolution is natural. But again, that's something you don't know if you haven't written romance, or tried to, before.

Mostly, you have to really lean into the vulnerability of the thing. Romance is silly and goofy and embarrassing. It makes you say dumb things and act in dumb ways. It can't be ironic or chilled or demure. At some point, to make a real human connection, someone has to get down, take off their dignity, and bare the rotten core of themselves. When we propose, we kneel on the ground. We get dirty. And all authors have a great terror of embarrassing themselves. They're doing something tremendously vulnerable; of course they want people to think they're cool and intelligent. It's embarrassing to put yourself in the head of a 15-year-old boy with a crush. It's embarrassing to write about a suitor earnestly confessing their love, because — what if this is too much? What if it's corny, what if it breaks the audience's suspension of disbelief? What if my readers are laughing at me? What if I'm the butt of the joke?

Anyway, I think a lot of really great books have terrible romance subplots for that reason. In The Great Gatsby, we never actually see Gatsby and Daisy alone together. We get their story second-hand, from people who can deliver it in a cool, reflective tone of mystery; we don't see them undressed, undone, emptying their hearts to one another. And Nick and Jordan, the romance we actually get to see develop, are easily the weakest plot in the book. Meanwhile, authors like Tolstoy have an incredible gift for writing romance that feels right, and is sensual without verging into purple prose. But Tolstoy is one of the greatest writers of all time. JKR wrote some very good books that a lot of people loved very much, but for her, the romances were accessories to the story. They weren't a focus. I'm certain she cared about Remus and Tonks's relationship, in the same way she cared about Ron and Hermione's relationship. Both take up too much space to explain otherwise.

TLDR: Writing romance is hard because it's really easy to fuck up, even if you care about it. I don't know that JKR put all that much thought into selling us on chemistry and interpersonal dynamics of the couples she threw together; I think she writes for plot, and the couples emerged as a part of that. That means the couples that don't necessarily make sense on paper lose out majorly because the audience doesn't know exactly what they're rooting for, and the couples that do make sense on paper lack a certain... I dunno, va-va-voom.

#we could also say fairly that as it's harry's story he wouldn't be witnessing most of the romances happening around him in private #but like that's kind of cheap to me because people have been writing rich ensemble stories in third person limited for centuries #you can sell a romance without literally showing them kiss #I don't see what my couple friends do behind closed doors but I know that I like them and think they're cute together #and that's kind of what you as an author are trying to do #greenteacup asks

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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You deserve it

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A/N: I'm struggling, and I need a fucking hug. So I wrote this. It's probably fucking terrible but I need a fictional surrogate boyfriend to shower me with affection right now, because the real one is halfway across the country. Okay. Exquisitely self-indulgent hurt/comfort with tooth-rotting fluff.

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: You're feeling like shit, and Mike helps you feel less like shit. That's it. That's the plot.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort. Depression/ anxiety/ general really bad fucking day having reader, suicidal thoughts/ intrusive thoughts. I mention a boner once.

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81

“Babe I’m having a really shit day, okay?” You hate doing this. Cancelling plans last-minute is the worst under normal circumstances, but you really wanted to see this movie tonight with Mike. “You can go by yourself, it’s fine. Or take someone else. I’m just going to bed.”

“Alright, babe. Text me when you wake up, okay?” He’s so sweet. You really don’t deserve him. Then again, you don’t deserve anything. Yeah, to lay in bed, completely worn out from doing nothing, unable to move (because why the fuck not?) and hungry because you haven’t eaten all day – that involves moving, and as previously established: you can’t. Plus, even if you weren’t tired and glued to your bed, he’d probably have a better time hanging out with someone who isn’t depressed and horrible. And that rules you out.

You’re on the verge of falling asleep. Actually, you’ve been on the verge of falling asleep for weeks. It just doesn’t happen. So, like all those other times you wished there was a poison apple or cursed spinning wheel nearby, you just lay in bed with your eyes closed, curled up into a ball and trying to ignore the crushing weight of your overflowing to do list and the guilt over bailing on your boyfriend. It’s probably only a matter of time before he runs off with someone cuter, thinner, and more alive than you, anyway.

The door opens. The noise doesn’t make you turn around. In fact, absolutely nothing would make you turn around. Keanu Reeves in your doorway wouldn’t make you respond at this point, and Lord knows that’s saying something. You’re just done.

Whoever it is that’s in your doorway and likely isn’t Keanu Reeves, walks into your room. Honestly, if this is a murderer, good. No one would complain. It’s probably just your roommate, though. Massive disappointment.

“Sadie, just go please,” you sigh as you pull the comforter tighter around your shoulders. The unidentified intruder reaches your bed, and a bag drops to the floor with a loud thud and the suspicious crinkling and cracking of... Food wrappers? You freeze when this person sits on your bed – but they don’t stop there; they actually get into bed with you, which means it’s definitely not your roommate. This still doesn’t make you move, and you almost laugh at how completely fucked up a reaction that is.

“Guess again.” Mikey. It’s Mikey. You hadn’t even considered that possibility. How on Earth did you consider ‘murderer’ before ‘boyfriend’? But why is he here? He’s supposed to go to the movies and have fun, and leave you here until you’re ready to crawl out of this ditch of horribleness. You don’t want him here with you.

“Why aren’t you at the movies?” You ask timidly. He’s wrapping his arms around you and you’re resisting that, trying to think of the best and quickest way to send him packing. “Mikey, please leave. I need to be alone.”

“No.” What? What, ‘no’? “You want to be alone.”

“Yeah, same diff. Leave me alone, Mike. I want you to fuck off and go see the movie without me, and you just leave me here. Okay?” This fucking hurts. You don’t want to shut him out, but you can’t help it right now. Nothing feels right, you’re a mess, and no one needs to see you like this.

“No. Not okay. I’m not leaving.” He sounds angry. Annoyed, at least. And he’s right to be angry. You’re being horrible to him when he’s just trying to be nice. But you don’t want him trying to be nice to you right now. He’s probably only offering to stay because he feels he has to, or some shit.

“But you really want to see that movie.”

“Yeah, Sweetcheeks, I do. I really want to see that movie.” He sighs impatiently. “With you. I’m not watching it without you, so drop it. If we can’t go today, we’ll wait until we can. And if it’s not in theatres anymore by that time, we’ll rent it, or stream it or whatever, but I’m not watching that movie if you’re not next to me. Now stop being stubborn and let me hold you.”

There are tears in your eyes now, because of his little speech, and you’ve actually turned around in his – very persistent – arms.

“Hi, Sweetcheeks,” he says as he smiles down at you. “I’m happy to see your face.” As hard as it is for you to believe that, you can see in his eyes that he’s not lying.

Mike bends his head to kiss you, but you stop him.

“Baby,” he whines, but you shake your head.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth in days,” you admit. Heat surges through your cheeks, and it feels as if someone is sticking a million needles in them. The severely lacking ability to take care of yourself is one of your least favorite parts of this whole depression business. Not that the rest is a walk in the park, but being near Mike in your current gross state is embarrassing and horrible.

“Sweetcheeks, I don’t give a damn.” He kisses you hard, so hard that you are starting to think he’s doing this to make a point. “I’m crazy about you. All of you. And I’m still crazy about you when you’re like this. Although I wish you didn’t feel so shitty.” He moves off the bed again, dragging you to the edge of it as he goes along, where he scoops you up into his arms.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he carries you to the bathroom. Mikey sets you down on the toilet – the only place to comfortably sit in here – and starts to unbutton the flannel pajama shirt you have on.

“I don’t have the ener...” Mike interrupts you with another kiss as he keeps undressing you. He never tries anything, not even when he sees your boobs – although he does grin appreciatively for a second. You let him drag you into the shower, because by now you’ve figured out that resisting him is no use, anyway.

“Can you hold it together for maybe ten minutes until I get back?” He turns on the water, risking the clothes he’s still wearing. You nod.

“Mikey?” He turns around when he hears you call him. “Can you hand me my toothbrush?” Small steps, right?

When he comes back, he strips and joins you in the shower. Standing up was a hassle, so you’re sitting on the floor. He sits down behind you, with his legs on either side, and pulls your back into his chest. Mike helps you wash your hair, and your body, still not trying anything, even though he clearly has a boner from touching you all over. That doesn’t change when he dries you off and helps you into a pair of fresh pajamas.

“How do you feel?” Mike says when he wraps you up into the millionth hug.

“Better,” you say, avoiding his eyes. Yeah, taking a shower helps. It makes you feel better. But you just couldn’t do the thing. Why couldn’t you just do the stupid, silly little thing?

“Good,” Mike says, “let’s get to the rest of the evening.” He takes your hand and drags you back to your room.

“Jesus! Mike! You didn’t have to do that!” There are new sheets on your bed, and your pillows are piled in the corner, together with every stuffed animal you own, and several soft blankets. Ten minutes alone in the shower, and your boyfriend builds you a nest. It’s so sweet that you don’t even allow yourself to be embarrassed that you couldn’t change your sheets yourself.

“I wanted to. Because I wanna spend the whole night with you, watching movies, and cuddling. I brought snacks.” He looks kind of nervous when he says it. “Got you chocolate. Your favorite. But I’ll still go if you want to be alo-” The last syllable disappears into your mouth when you kiss him.

“Thank you, Mikey,” you say, no longer able to keep the tears from falling.

“You’re welcome. You deserve it.”

#mike hellraiser #mike hellraiser fic #mike (hellraiser)#hellraiser mike #mike (hellraiser) x reader #hellraiser mike x reader #mikey x reader #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters

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agirlattea · 27 days

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The True Meaning of Iron in the Blood of the Fallen:

Part 3:

(Location: Central Kingdom, Magic Manor, Common Room, Night Time)

Faust: So you’re already familiar with it, Sage. Shino also seems to have done a great job preparing.

At that time, the Valcy had spread its roots underneath the entire city, and was on the verge of annihilating it.

The person who stopped that was the Bernard Family’s head.

Mitile: Then, was he a wizard?

Shino: No, he was a human.

Mitile and Akira: What?!

Akira: Is it possible for humans to hunt monsters…?

Shino: Who knows. But that’s what the book says, anyways.

Arthur: The history books I have studied say the same.

I’d thought perhaps he had aquired the help of a Wizard or used some other means to gain an advantage, but there are no records of such events.

Faust: Not all history is recorded accurately: especially during times of chaos.

Humans cannot wield magic. Even if they chant words that appeal to the spirits, they will not respond.

In the end those words are just spells. Facing fierce magical beasts alone is beyond human capacity.

Akira: I see… has the story changed over time, then?

Shino: It’s a pretty common legend anyways. Actually it looks like he didn’t actually defeat the beast, just sealed it away.

This is what they used to cast it.

Shino traced the pages of the book in his hands.

In the page, there was a picture of a large object shaped like spread wings on a single solemn alter.

Mitile: is this where the Valcy is sealed?

Shino: Yeah. This is “The Medal of Sincerity”. The jewel in the middle is where the Vlacy is sealed.

It has a complicated structure with several layers of barriers and seals to stop it from breaking.

Apparently the duty of gaurding it has been passed down through generations of Bernard Family Heads.

Shino spoke quietly, like a child talking about their heroes.

He looked up at Faust, still standing behind him, with eyes full of anticipation.

Shino: Hey, Faust. If I ask that guy, do you think I can see the real thing?

Faust: That guy…? You mean the boy you caught earlier?

Mitile: The person who stole Murr’s wallet…?

I wouldn’t go out of my way to meet someone who does bad things like that.

Shino: I don’t think so.

Mitile: Why?

Shino: In order to survive, there are times when you can’t keep pretending. I was the same way.

Mitile was stunned speechless.

Shino’s back was straight and his eyes were clear. The pride of having survived all alone was reflected in his stance.

Shino: My dirty past won’t ever change, but I’m not the same person I was back then.

I want to see how impressive the medals handed down through the Bernard family are.

Someday, I want one that’s even cooler than all of them.

Mitile: Shino, I…

Shino: If you’re going to apologize, I won’t listen. You and I just have different ways of living.

Though his words sounded like they were pushing others away, they were clear, as if he was making a joke.

The air surrounding the two boys relaxed. The image of a boy in torn clothes standing among them came to mind.

Akira and Arthur: About that boy… ah.

Akira: I apologize for speaking over you. You were going to say something?

Arthur: Yes… he seemed quite concerned about the incidents in that city.

Faust: The serial attacks? Didn’t he mention that several incidents happened in quick succession?

Arthur: Yes. Somehow though… from the way he spoke, I think he might know something more about those incidents.

Shino: …? Does that mean he’s involved?

Arthur: It is not that I wish to doubt him, but he was the one who warned us not to stay in the city for fear of more casualties.

As a member of an esteemed family, it is possible he said this out of concern for the public good, but… as the victim in the situation, his phrasing struck me as odd.

Akira: That’s right…

Mitile: …In the first place, why is someone like him living like that?

If he was born to a family like that, shouldn’t he have a mansion and be admired by everyone…?

Shylock: It isn’t particularly uncommon for noble families to fall.

Just as there is no flower that does not wither, so too does glory never last.

Murr: Shylock is eloquent as always!

Akira: Shylock! And Murr too.

Shino: You guys sure like appearing out of nowhere.

Shylock: Fufu, I enjoy spending my time as I please.

Rather, it seems this is the perfect place to enjoy dessert after dinner.

Would you like some tea to go along with your sweets?

Murr: I want a drink! I’ve been upside down for so long I’m starting to get thirsty!

Shylock: have you tried turning around and pointing your head towards the ceiling? It’s likely because of the blood rushing to your head.

And Murr, you are the one offering the tea. We came here to apologize for the commotion the other day.

Murr: That’s right! Let’s have fun giving it out and have fun drinking it too!

Murr waved his finger and the tea poured out into several cups.

Faust: You’re not just here to apologize, Shylock. You were worried about the boy too, weren’t you?

Shylock: My, perceptive aren’t you?

The Bennet family is one family whose status slowly declined but… in that boy’s case, it seems something more dramatic has occurred.

When Shylock raised his hand up, a delicate, colorful plate appeared.

On top of it, colorful sablés appeared, overlapping with one another. He placed it on the table and sat down on the sofa.

Shylock: When life changes, people usually adjust in stages.

But… that boy didn’t seem used to his lifestyle at all.

People rarely lose everything overnight.

Murr: Also, we heard your story! The monster House Bernard sealed was the Valcy, right?

That’s an extremely high-level monster, you know. You’d need a ton of spirit* to fight off something like that!

Shino: Spirit?

Faust: The key is a strong will. You’ll need it in most situations.

Arthur and Mitile: Spirit…

Akira: Wow, it suddenly became a matter of willpower.

Faust: It makes sense. If one firmly believes that they are a servant of justice who must not give in to evil…

By utilizing the correct strategies and affirming his will, he manipulated both his body and his mind to confront and overcome the Valcy.

Shino: Cool. Faust, say that one more time, I wanna try too.

Faust: You never listen seriously. I’m serious: if you fall prey to a Valcy without the right convictions, you’ll lose both your mind and your body.

When that happens, you’ll become a blood-feeding monster, just like it.

Akira: Ah…

My voice raises in horror at his words.

Murr, who was lounging in the air beside me, raised his index finger, and poked my temple.

Murr: Valcy are famous for luring humans out with sweet scents and mysterious sounds before pouncing and sucking their blood.

When that happens, the Valcy’s poison enters the body and the human is overcome with the urge to drink blood.

Akira: People… drink other’s blood?

Murr: Yep! It’s only a matter of time before the extremely abnormal drives the victim mad.

When that happens, the Valcy calls the victim back to its cocoon and sucks all their blood. That’s how it grows.

Mitile: It keeps getting creepier and creepier…

Shino: What a freaky story, it must’ve been some monster.

Arthur: Even if it is a magical beast, the idea of attacking people and changing their very being…

Akira: (To have your blood feasted on and even be cursed to become just like the monster that attacked you… the Valcy really are like the legendary Vampires of my world…)

Shylock: After securing some history books, it became clear that is exactly the reason why the achievements of the Bernard Family’s former head are so glorious.

For a legendary creature like the Valcy… to remain sealed to this day is no small feat.

Murr: But no sealing technique can last forever. Maybe the secret passed down through the family heads is the key to maintaining it?

Shino: A secret technique… like what?

Murr: I dunno! But there are a lot of weird things about that town: The Valcy, the street attacks, and the wallet got fuller too!

Everyone: …What?

Murr: When I got my wallet back from the boy, there was a little more inside!

I wonder if his funds got mixed with mine when it dropped on the road?

Akira: That’s terrible… we should go find him and give it back.

Shylock: This must be causing him some trouble.

Shino: That’s fine with me, I wanted to go back and get lemon pie anyways.

Let’s ask him to show us his medals too, if you’re curious maybe you can even check on the seal while where there.

Arthur: I’d also like to accompany everyone.

I’d love to hear more about him of course, but I’d also like to ask about the incidents.

Murr: Yay~! We’re all going out again!

Mitile: U-um… is it alright if I go too?

Shino: Why? Do you also want lemon pie?

Mitile: Well, there’s that too but… if his situation is like everyone says it is, like Shino’s was, then he may not be such a bad person right?

I judged him too fast without knowing anything, but… if there’s something I can do to help him, then I’d like to do that!

Shino: …Is that so? Then you come too.

Mitile: Thank you!

Arthur: Master Sage, I look forward to working with you!

Akira: I am as well! It’s better to go as soon as we can so…

Faust: Wait.

Shino: What?

Faust: If you’re planning on visiting that town and the boy’s mansion, you’ll need to prepare.

Can you give me some time?

Translator’s note:

*気概 translates to will or fighting spirit, not to be confused with the magical spirits that allow wizards to cast magic.

#the true meaning of iron in the blood of #mahoyaku translation #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #mhyktl #shino sherwood #arthur granvelle #faust lavinia #oz #white #shylock bennett #murr hart #mitile flores #akira masaki

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kotamagic · 5 months

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It's that time of the week again where we dive again into Lore Olympus...

According to the nurse, Zeus' organs are working fine, but he's still comatose and they don't know how to get him out of it.

Also, glad to see no one (relevant) is falling for the fib that Hebe poisoned Zeus. As far as anyone that knows her is concerned, she was close to her dad. There was no indication of any bad intentions. Still, Hebe left (at Apollo's shitty advice), so at the very least, it's cause for suspicion. Hebe was definitely scared and upset, and that's why she accepted Apollo's advice.

This was definitely smart. Keeping Persephone in the loop about this stupid meeting without forcing her to face Apollo was the best thing to do. It's also a good idea in case some fucky shit goes down at that meeting. I suspect Apollo will do something super shady, and having a "leak" to someone out of Apollo's reach means that something can be done about it.

It makes perfect sense that the goddess of magic would have a huge, private library. Those old texts on the verge of crumbling? "Magic" in the broadest sense of the term, has existed since humans grew an imagination to explain why the world works the way that it does. It's old AF.

So, this research is to try finding Erebos so that Persephone can ask if her powers were what got fudged with when she ate the pomegranate. Possibly, but we shall see.

This guilt is TOTALLY understandable, but none of those injuries were Morpheus' fault. That shit is ALL on Kronos. (Possibly and unintentionally Melinoe's as well.)

Morpheus was legitimately trying to help, and I feel Kronos took advantage of their nervousness to cause mayhem.

I'm very glad that Persephone asked if they were OK after those incidents. Even if Morpheus is too scared to open up about it, Persephone is letting them know that it's OK to talk about it.

Oh, is the purple asshole having second thoughts about his actions? Too bad. Also, guessing that's Ouranos talking in Apollo's mind. Oh, so the others don't have a say in the matter? We'll see about that.

I'm pleased to see that the other gods take Apollo about as seriously as they should. And by that, I mean not at all. The amount of "Fuck you, Apollo" in this meeting ranges from violence, to Nope, to sarcasm.

Remember this classic? Same vibes.

*chef's kiss*

This asshole really thought Persephone was going to come to this meeting and take his shit? No way in Olympus, Underworld, or the Mortal Realm. I don't doubt he wanted her in close proximity to try using her powers.

DENIED, BITCH!

Also, really appreciate the threatening vibe Hades is giving off.

Another good reason for Persephone to stay in the Underworld--- if Hades gets mad at Apollo (as seen here), there is the very real risk that he'll (intentionally or not) weaponize Persephone's fertility goddess powers to thrash the ever-living fuck out of Apollo.

I plan to do a second post regarding other points of note for this episode, but that will have to wait until I've gotten some sleep.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

#lore olympus #lo hades #lo persephone #lo apollo #lo hecate #lo morpheus #lo hermes #lo ares

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miniimapp · 10 months

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Jesse - You Boys Are the (Homosexual) Supporting Cast

Gen;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; no ?? i mean,, stress and anger (from reader pov) but not really ??

Proofread + Edited ;; a little bit actually,, mainly when going through and adding the bold and the blue and the italics lmao

Auth. Note ;; bet y'all thought i died.. nah i ain't never leaving i'm just clumsy af and smashed my phone into smithereens,, prolly got y'all tho lmaoooo

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Jesse is an insufferable flirt

Which would be fine if you didn't have shit to do

But you do !!

Accepting the roles of stage manager as well as assistant director was the worst choice you could have ever made

So help the world if you ever get your hands on a time machine

The school production may fall apart but at least your mental health would still be somewhat intact

But for now you're stuck with mountains of responsibilities and a sweet fucking annoying distraction

Speaking of said distraction

Jesse plays the lead's best friend and also an asshole who won't let you get on with your work

So he has his fair share of time on stage

But even then, you can barely catch a break

As soon as he steps foot into the wings he somehow immediately finds you

It honestly baffles you how differently Jesse acts in and out of class

Okay but on a real note you can't be at all angry at Jesse

Not when he's being so sweet and charming

Even though he keeps getting in your way

At one point, when the director was sick so you had to take that over whilst being stage manager and assistant director as well you had snapped at Jesse

He hadn't even been flirting with you at that point

Mans was literally just in the vicinity

Apparently that was enough of a crime to warrant your wrath

You absolutely still cringe thinking about that day

You hadn't shouted or anything

No, no you'd angrily whispered

And because you were stressed and upset your voice jumped like 5 octaves

Okay maybe not but it felt that way

You were giving mickey mouse realness

Which we love :D

It just wasn't the time

It's never the time for mickey mouse realness in today's society smh

You were on the verge of tears and mass murder which is always a good combination

(why are you always breaking down around this man fr)

Jesse had stared at you wide-eyed as you shat out a monologue of stress and misplaced anger

And once you were finished, chest heaving and feeling lighter than you had in a while, Jesse sends you an encouraging smile

"Sorry, sweetheart, I never meant to offend ya. Honestly, I was kinda hoping I was breaking up your stress, that's where I was coming from anyway. Still, I only caused you grief, not very fair of me, I'll admit."

You sniffed, awkwardly laughing things off and rubbing at your face

"Sorry for snapping at you. God, why is it whenever we talk I'm always freaking out."

Jesse laughs, a cheeky grin lighting up his face

"It's so I can rescue you from the depths of your despair, like your very own knight in shining armour."

Your roll your eyes good-naturedly, your own smile making it's way onto your face

"Oh, my hero!"

You pretend to swoon and Jesse's smile widens

You give yourself a second to take a breath, realising that, as bad as it seems afterwards, you really needed this

"Thank for, um, listening I guess. I didn't realise how much I needed to get off my chest until I was throwing it at you so I'm sorry but thank you."

Jesse gives a small nod and smile

"Anytime...well, maybe not any but you get what I mean."

After getting over that bump in the road the two of you get on like a house on fire

And you quickly come to appreciate the break in routine that Jesse gives you

You never quite realise how much the stress is getting to you until Jesse drags you away from your scripts and into something else

Something fun

As you two become closer you notice that he's started becoming more.. touchy

Like brushing stray hairs out of you face

Or tapping the tip of your nose

Or giving you a side hug before going on stage

Or leaning up against you to read over your notes

Things like that

And at first you thought they were innocent, unconscious actions

Until of course he started winking at you as he walked on stage

Or smirking at you after smoothing down a stray hair

Or making stupid comments as he moves away

Jesse is absolutely fucking with you

This absolute bitch

You're about to pull up fr

And his flirting continues throughout the whole rehearsal period

And you love it

It gives you happy butterflies in your chest and stomach

It's bearable you suppose...

But his secret winks and smiles directed only at you do get you thinking a little bit

You've never really watched the rehearsals properly

Probably not a good thing to be realising now, seeing as you have such important roles

Oh well, you haven't ruined the show yet

Everything will probably be just fine

Obviously you'd directed and checked for cues when leading everyone backstage but you'd never just watched it

So as the rehearsals left before opening night dwindle to only a few you decide you'll just watch for once

And somehow you've never noticed that Jesse's character has a love interest

Not a problem

You have zero problems

Next question

Okay shut up

It does slightly grind on your nerves watching their confession scene

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It's fine.

No worries.

You can handle this.

But it certainly doesn't help that Jesse keeps making eye contact with you when saying his lines

Like,, bro

The director in you wants to scream

He's meant to be confessing to his love interest, not you !!

Make eye contact with the love interest !!

But the rest of you ??

Simply ascending every time Jesse confesses while gazing into your eyes

The dreamy asshole

Not so subtly glad he's looking at you and not at them

It's getting kinda hard to distinguish between reality and fiction

And the heat in your cheeks won't disappear regardless so that's great

Your only saving grace is that Jesse doesn't keep his eyes on you throughout the whole scene

But every time without fail, just before the scene ends, Jesse searches for your gaze and holds it, uttering his character's final line

"My love, for you I would do anything."

#IM NOT DEAD YET MFS #4town jesse #4town #4town headcanons #4*town #4town x reader #x reader #turning red

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terry-perry · 2 years

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Could you write a single mum/plus sized reader with the moon boys, meeting for the first time and she has low self esteem? I’d very much appreciate it ^^ I love how you write them :3

Steven came to work as he normally did. Keeping a good pace to lower the risk of Donna getting at him for being late again. He really needed to find something to help with his sleepwalking. He's basically become more zombie than human as he mindlessly wanders about to who knows where doing who knows what. The chain wasn't being much help either, it seemed. He still wound up somewhere somehow.

After sharing his usual pleasantries with J.B., he was welcomed by someone else. This was a new change of pace as he looked down to found a young toddler boy seated on the floor in the middle of the museum. Sweet little thing in his own little world as patrons paid him no mind. Steven jogged over to him right away.

"Hey little man! What are you doing on the floor there?"

He was about to pick the kid up until he saw someone approach them. He froze, staring at a distraught woman on the verge of tears coming their way. She was a pretty one, even in such a distressed state. The young boy caught sight of her and held his arms up, his way of asking her to pick him up.

"Gregory! I'm so sorry! Oh my god!"

Right away, she lifted him off the floor and gave him a good snuggle. Something to soothe them both. She was too invested in having her boy back in her arms to notice Steven. He couldn't look away, for some reason. He offered her a sympathetic smile.

"I take it he's yours," he told her.

"Yeah, he's a little explorer. Likes to wander off. Have to keep a close eye on him."

"I can imagine," he turned his attention to the toddler, back in his mother's arms. "Like to give your mother a fright, don't you?"

"Keeps me on my toes," she giggled. She returned Steven's smile as she looked back at him. Making full eye contact with her got his heart beating a bit. She was very pretty. Where was her partner?

"Sure you and your husband do what you can to try to keep this guy out of trouble, huh?"

Smooth, Steven. Smooth.

"No husband," she responded. "Gregory's dad isn't really in the picture."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to imply anything."

Real smooth, Steven.

But she kept on smiling, not seeming affected by what he said.

"No need to apologize. It wasn't anything bad. Expected. It's just us, and that's how we like it."

Steven smiled back then, offering it to both her and her little one who gave him a small wave as he babbled. Friendly little guy.

"Thank you for stopping for him," she said then.

"No problem," he smiled back at her.

Their eyes connected again as they kept smiling. She broke it then.

"Well, bye," she quickly walked away in the opposite direction, much to Steven's disappointment. He didn't want to think he came on too strong or felt it had been too inappropriate to inquire about the kid's dad. At least they're in the museum, so maybe he'll be able to see them again when they leave.

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Y/N turned her head back to check out the guy she talked to. She's so stupid, she didn't even bother to get his name or tell him hers. It's just as well. No guy that cute would want to bother with a single mom, let alone one like her.

He must've thought she was a train wreck with how she could barely handle her son. Probably also thought she wasn't in the best shape to take care of him. It was one of the reasons Zach left her, after all. She never got her figure back after Gregory was born, and he felt neglected when she placed more focus on their boy.

Well, she didn't need a man like him anyway. But she couldn't help but look back at the other guy. He was at the gift shop now, working the register. She shouldn't try to start anything, but there wouldn't be any harm stopping by before leaving. Gregory might life a Taweret plushie or some chocolate that looked like scarab beetles.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #x reader #mom!reader #marvel cinematic universe #steven grant x y/n #oneshot #single mom!reader #imagine #mcu #mcu au #request #moonknight #drabble #mcu fanfiction #steven grant fluff #marvel #moon knight

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cr0g-0 · 1 year

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Writing from me?? Real and shocking.

Part of something much longer to write hggh-anyway the shadows :3

Wc-2603

Tw-Death, Gore It is crucial to plot

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Lullaby of Hell's Shadows [Was I just a commodity?]

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The loud clang of metal echoed through the woods as the brunet stumbledback, a cut stinging across his nose as he panted.

“Wilbur! Your form is atrocious! Do you expect to win a fight with that type of form? Let alone against a highly trained, mature human??” The ravenette scowled, glaring at her son as he stood, heaving with his hands on his knees..

The sword was too big.

The boy blinked any tears away swiftly as he looked up to his mother and straightened his form. “Sorry mo-”

“It's Kristen, Wilbur. Say it correctly or we’ll be out here for another hour training. Am I clear?”

The boy took a deep breath in. “Yes Kristen. I understand.”

They had been training for years but the training was already far more rigorous than he had been used to over the nine years of his training that had started when he was just six. His mother told him he had a great purpose. One that would aid them both in having a better life than…

He cringed a little as he looked around the woodsie area he had called home for fifteen years of his life.

Glancing back down at the ground, he noted the shadows curling around his ankles and tugging at them. Guess it was time for another awkward and rant filled dinner.

His stomach growled at the thought of food and he wasted no time scuttling to the wooden hut, resting his sword amongst the thick and tall grass before he entered the hut and rushed over to the table. He pulled the chair out and sat down.

His mother reentered the room with two bowls of presumably potato soup.

Apparently it had been his mothers favorite dish back where she had come from.

She settled down at the table with a sigh and looked over at Wilbur.

“You are destined for great things my son…”

Oh boy. Wilbur’s all time favorite. A dinner time lecture which ended in Wilbur feeling anger, hatred and guilt towards his cruel and foolish father who had betrayed his mother and him and how he had totally fucked over his life.

His father would pay though. Soon.

“Your father could have fathered such a noble and wonderful son…it is too bad he will not be able to fully appreciate the weapon you have trained to and have become.”

Wilbur’s heart swelled with pride, a grin spreading across his face wide before he quickly hid it from view as he slurped the warm and smoothe soup. His mother was proud.

“However…I am worried. You’re becoming sloppy with your form and the beginning of the autumn harvest is to come soon which means winter will come and…?” She looked at Wilbur expectantly for his answer.

There was a small, sad sigh as Wilbur ran a finger over the grains in the wood and took a deep breath.

“And it’ll be too snowy and cold and the king won’t be outside and easy to find for a duel…I know.”

Kristen slammed her spoon in her own soup.

The boy flinched and his breath caught in his throat for a single moment as he quickly looked to the ground submissively. Mom didn’t like eye contact for lectures. Maybe it was because he cried during each one pathetically.

“But you don’t know Wilbur.”

The brunet barely bit back a wince and just kept his head low as tears filled and spilled from his eyes.

“You tell me you know all these things and you tell me you’ll prove to me you are able to handle yourself. You’ve promised to ensure I ge-we get back at that cruel and disgraceful king.”

“Yes Kristen.” He spoke up finally though his voice was on the verge of cracking as it was most times mom lectured him about how he needed to be faster or he’d fail, how he needed to parry and strike smoother or else he never stood a shot at beating a king-

He was a failure though. He couldn’t even defeat his own mother for primes sake. How was he to prove his mothers name proud? To show that he could do something that would make her happy instead of disappointing her?

“Good. Now-“

Wilbur cut in. “I’ll clean the dishes and then make sure to keep guard tonight.” He kept his eyes low. Mom always liked when he kept his eyes low. Said it would hide his intentions from others.

“Oh.” She sounded pleasantly surprised. He heard the creak and sound of wood being shoved back before she walked over to him and planted a kiss on his head. “Alright well I’ll see you in the morning then dear.”

He nodded, concealing the momentary burst of warmth that spread through him as he scooped up his bowl and cup before gathering his mothers up in his hands.

He placed them into the basin before roughly scrubbing at the insides of them, watching the slurry dissipate into the water.

He took them out and shook them off to get them dried before setting them on a rag so they could drip dry. He glanced over his shoulder at the door and he grasped the glass in his hand a bit tighter.

The moonlight that shone through the entrance glimmered its pale cold ray. The lingering autumn leaves littered the ground as footsteps marched toward it.

Wilbur paused by the doorway and looked off towards where his mother rested. He fidgeted and for a moment his body pulled away from the outside.

But that allure of luxury…that temptation of a life his mother and him hadn’t had before….

He held his resolve and bounded out of the house, grabbing his sword on the way out.

His bounding footfalls echoed throughout the moonlit forest, the birds all silent aside the owls who crooned to their young.

The leaves below his feet crinkled with each step as he continued his race through the woods. He didn’t care if it took a night or a day or a week or a year-

He was going to be at the palace to kill the king no matter what.

The cries of wolves pierced the night as he shoved aside anything that got in his way. He was on a mission-he wouldn’t be slowed by shrubs and branches and roots that curled around the bases of each tree he passed.

Each step, no matter how tired he was, brought him closer to his destiny. To a fate that would bring his family peace and joy.

He leapt over a fallen log, his boots crashing to the forest floor. Shadows curled up and around where he had landed before dissipating. The sword in his hand was heavy but he wouldn’t slow.

Slowing would be weak. He was no longer going to be a weak fool. The thought put a smile onto his face as he kept a steady pace.

As he went further though, the woods gradually began to thicken-their trees growing larger and more challenging to navigate through. The roots and shrubs growing into more of an issue.

Suddenly he was slowing down to avoid each obstacle, trying desperately to get over the annoyingly large plants. The animals of the forest had began to quiet substantially and he was beginning to worry.

He came across another log and groaned, throwing his head back into the night before sighing. Who knew this was so fucking hard? He’d have mom teach him how to do these things when they had a castle.

He shoved his sword into its sheath and began to clamber over the wooden obstacle, his legs and arms straining to pull and push him over it. He favored to roll over the side to make his life easier.

Big mistake.

He let out a shout as he tumbled over the side and began to roll down a hill, curling up to protect his head as his body hit branches, nettles, rocks and all leaves as he plummeted down to gods knew where.

He yelped as he crashed into something which made a garbled noise before the noise went away and Wilbur was left…

He opened his eyes and glanced around cautiously before letting out a gasp which he quickly covered.

He was left in the palace gardens.

He got up and dusted himself off as fast as he could, making sure he was free of any clinging dirt before he unsheathed his sword. He’d find the king and be done with it.

He began to traverse the garden, taking a stealth approach to avoid being seen by anyone.

Although there wasn’t really…anyone around. That was perplexing. Still-he’d take it.

He crept around bushes, corners, small trees-anything that kept him hidden as he listened out for voices.

He really didn’t want to wait till morning-he’d for sure get caught and executed and if that didn’t happen and he got sent home he’d be executed by his mom…

He really didn’t know which was worse.

He reasoned his mom.

He kept going as he looked about, his eyes wild as he went from any subtle movement in the area before he heard a faint yet audible sigh and he froze. He listened again, this time much closer as he approached.

He peered through a bush and had to stifle his gasp as his eyes grew wide at the sight of the king.

King Philza.

The guy looked…really weak….

That thought prompted him to narrow his eyes as he looked at him in curiosity. He could just…go up from behind and stab him.

He chewed on his cheek. That was dishonorable though. Everyone deserved a fighting chance-even if they were a shitty guy who left him and his mom out in the cold.

So he stood up from his place in the plants and gripped his sword tight as he could before stepping out. He puffed up his chest and took a deep breath.

“Enjoying the night King Philza?

The king's body jolted, having clearly not expected anyone to be around-much less Wilbur.

Good. Maybe the old man would have a heart attack before they had to duel-

“I uh-I suppose-” The blond turned around, a nervous smile clear on his face. His eyes looked kind and fatherly. He looked like he would barely hurt a fly.

His heart grew bitter and pained. He hurt his mom and him. He may look like a good father but he had screwed his mother and him out of a life of royalty.

That crime was unacceptable.

“Tell me old man-do you know who I am?”

King Philza stood tall and he shook his head. “I don’t believe I do. Although-if my assessment is correct-” The king chuckled, still smiling and looking too okay to be seeing a stranger with a sword in his garden.

“I’d assume you’re here to assassinate me right? Dual for my throne? To burn my palace to the ground and kill all?”

Well that had been unexpected. “I uhm-” Wilbur’s grip on his blade loosened, the blade tipping to the dirt.

The King laughed again. He laughed again as if his assasination. His death would be funny.

“Mate you’re like-fifteen?” The voice wasn’t patronizing as he had expected. It was sad and kind. “A fifteen year old shouldn’t be trying to kill-you shouldn’t even need to kill. Put the sword down and we can talk ok?”

That offer was tempting. Wilbur felt himself drawn to the king. He was everything Wilbur wanted from his mother and everything he had dreamed about for a father.

But…But this man had-he had taken what his mother was owed…he was made to finish this for his mother.

His grip on his sword hilt tightened again and he grit his teeth.

“No. You took my mothers rightful throne. And for that?”

He glared at him before charging him.

“You’ll burn in hell!”

Wilbur lept at him, his sword arching above his head as he swung it toward the wide eyed king.

His target artfully evaded before drawing his own blade.

Metal clashed on metal as Wilbur was taken aback by the sheer strength of the seemingly old king.

He pushed back against the ornate blade as hard as he could before he stumbled back. The man took another swing at Wilbur and he yelped, just barely ducking in enough time to avoid his head being chopped clean off.

King Philza didn’t slow though as he kept up his relentless and brutal attack until Wilbur and backed himself into a corner.

A tree at his back and a King who was far more experienced than he was.

He wished he could give in. From the falling and running earlier to now he was thoroughly exhausted and if he had to do anymore of this he may flat out pass out…

But he kept going because then his mothers training would have been for nothing.

He slashed desperately at the king’s side and he felt a brief joy in his heart as he heard a cry of pain from his enemy.

That was short lived as a cold blade plunged straight into his heart, his eye’s shooting wide as he stared at the king, his body going limp.

He stumbled to the ground until he was laid out on his back, the leaves under him splattering with blood as he coughed it up.

His eyes began to blur with tears and the inky black of unconsciousness. Crouching above him was King Philza and he felt the king shift his body up a bit. He looked sad. Guilty. Distantly, Wilbur wondered how his life would have been if he was his father.

He reasoned he’d be happy. King Philza would be a good dad.

His body began to feel too heavy and numb and before long he felt his eyes droop and suddenly he was gone.

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Philza looked at the deceased boy in his arms, running a hand through his unkempt hair with sad, tearful eyes. There was no doubt he was Kristen’s boy. No doubt in his mind in the slightest.

He sighed as he gently set him down against the tree and removed his sword. He re-sheathed it and closed his eyes tight, mumbling a prayer to the gods before reopening them. “Rest well child…I’m sorry…”

There was no response but a part of him had hoped that maybe he could be a god. A god who could revive those lost at his hands. He wished he could change that.

It wasn’t a proud moment to attack the child but he wanted to protect himself. He had to. For the sake of his child. He had taken him in and gods knew he wouldn’t let the baby lose a parent again. Especially one that actually wanted him.

He glanced to his bloodied side. Thank gods the kid hadn’t fucked him up to bad. He pressed a hand against it and hissed out in pain before keeping the pressure. He needed to get this settled before an infection.

He turned his back to the body before heading back into the palace. He had a busy day ahead.

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The shadows rose up from the ground, dripping up as they growled and grumbled as they snuck toward the body. The shadow grew into a large beast and gently grabbed the child into gentle claws that oozed the black of night before another hand came up.

In it laid a flower crown that was gently placed around the child's head before both disappeared back to the earth.

The only thing that remained was the bloodied sword.

#mcyt g/t #smog writes #tiny!wilbur #tiny!phil #giant!techno #???!kristen #LoHS au #Lullaby of Hell's Shadow

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was in such a crazy bad panic last night like on the verge of puking waking up in a cold sweat every 10 seconds for multiple reasons but one of the big ones was i dreamt that all the horrible things my friend had said to me--all the things i pretty easily handwaved because i knew they were all said with the intention to hurt me rather than with the intention of being truthful--were said by him instead and THAT made me start to question if they were true. because he would have no reason to bring me down in those ways. and i woke up crying at the thought i may never be important to anyone in the way i want to be and was additionally upset that any part of my mind would use his likeness to self sabotage. like it feels so mean to imagine someone who has been nothing but kind as anything but that. and admittedly he was kinda distant this weekend (because allergies were kicking his ass and he just was not running on much physical or mental energy) and i was sitting there mentally doing damage control while my body reacted as if i was continuing to spiral. it just felt so stupid sitting there thinking "none of this is real and also even if him being distant this weekend DID mean something it's not like i wouldn't be mostly fine lol" while trembling uncontrollably. anyway this morning he was so sweet to me (esp after i mentioned i couldn't sleep bc my nerves were going crazy over everything with my friend) and when he dropped me off for the train he hugged me so tight and kissed me and said he was sorry he'd been so distant (i didn't mention my dream to him and i also wasn't actually bothered by him being distant in any real way so i didnt mention it either, he did this of his own accord) and looked like he might cry and idk man it just gripped my heart in such a way. i thanked him for always being so sweet to me and theres no way he can know just how much i mean that. i hate that any part of me is suspicious of his kindness and i resent the fact that these recent experiences are causing a kneejerk reaction of distrust that i cannot physically quell. at my core i try to always be trusting of other people's intentions and it sickens me that this is impacting my ability to be that way.

#like ive gotten quite good at doing mental damage control 90% of the time #theres still that 10% where the dam breaks because i need things to change desperately in that moment #but most of the time im good at it #the physical reactions though? havent figured out how to control those #like even 8 years later i still an as tense as a steel cable whenever i have sex with someone for the first time #because of what my ex did. and mentally i wont even be remotely nervous or stressed #but last night was just so crazy #it felt like i had a fucking fever #and one voice in my head was bouncing off the walls neurotic while the other was just saying 'who caaaaaares'

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 2 years

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Okay so I have a reboot theory/headcanon/fanfiction thing

(I never know what to call these… they're not proper fabrics, but they're not entire theories either)

So Penelope has come back to the team, and there is banter, there is flirting, and there's a bit of awkwardness around her and Luke. Everyone on the team knows what happened, but they don't address it since they don't want to make it MORE awkward.

Anyway, they're working on this one case, and it's pretty bad, as their cases are. Something about this case, though, strikes a cord with Emily. She swears she saw something like it in her days at Interpol. "Hey, Garcia," she says over the phone. "I know no cases like this other than our victims have popped up in the states, so could you try to see if you could search Russian databases? Specifically around the St. Petersburg area? Same MO and signature. It might take you a while to cut through the red tape, but tell people I sent you, it should make it easier."

Penelope agrees and runs the search. (I know you all know where I'm going with this, but please pretend you do not.)

About an hour later, it is Luke's phone that's ringing. He finds this odd for two reasons. Number one: she hasn't called him to give him information since she's rejoined. Always someone else. Number two: he hasn't asked her for anything.

"Hey, Penelope, what's up?" (He can't think of her as Garcia anymore… ever since he asked her out she's always just been Penelope to him.)

She is panicking, and you can hear it. She's on the verge of tears. "Luke, it's him."

"Who? What's him?"

"The Russian search, Luke, it's Alexei Stanovich."

*cut scene*

*cut to Luke explaining the Alexei Stanovich situation to the team while he runs around packing things.*

"He was bothering her online… well she said bothering. It definitely more constituted stalking. Messaging her, asking why she wasn't barefoot and pregnant, detailing all the ways he was going to kill her…"

The team lets out a sharp gasp at that.

"It's been going on at least two years. At least that's when I found out. The stalking case of that student of hers. I told her if anything ever happened she needed to keep me on speed dial. And damn if I'm going to let her be alone in a different state now that he's in the country."

"Luke, are you sure that leaving's a good idea?" Emily asks. "I mean, like you said, she's in a different state. And she's at Quantico, she's completely protected."

"Far be it for an unsub to divert us while he goes after his real target. Are you ordering me to stay?"

"No. I am not."

"Then I'm going."

He grabs his stuff and walks out and the team stares out after him. "Wow," Tara says. "He's still in love with her."

"I'm not surprised," JJ says. "I mean, they only got to go on the one date before Covid shut everything down, right? They never really had any closure over anything, and now they're working together again… and especially with this, it makes sense those feelings would be coming back to surface."

Emily sighs, almost wistfully. "I really hope they can work something out."

"Me too," Rossi agrees. "They'd be good for each other."

They stay silent for a moment longer before returning to work. They have people to save.

*Meanwhile, at Quantico*

"Luke, I cannot believe you left the team to keep an eye on me. You do not need to be here, I'm fine."

"If I didn't need to be here, why would Emily and Rossi have let me go?"

"He's in a different state, Luke! How's he going to get to me?"

"He hasn't dropped a body in a couple of days, Penelope. What if he's on his way over here? I'm not leaving you alone, it's not safe."

"I'll just stay here, in my office! I've done it before! When Cat Adams and her group of hitmen were after me I lived here for over a month."

Luke's eyes go huge. "Cat Adams and her group of hitmen were targetting you?"

"Yeah. You didn't know that?"

"No!" He would have killed Cat Adams the first time he met her, had he known. "Then I'll just stay here with you. Rossi has a couch in his office I can crash on."

"Luke–"

"Penelope, I didn't leave you alone when you were crying because Reid was hurt in prison, do you really think I'm going to leave you alone now?"

***

When they finally solve the case and get Alexei into custody, Penelope and Luke cheer in celebration. She grabs his face and kisses him briefly, just a spur-of-the-moment, celebratory kiss. She doesn't even think anything of it, she just keeps on celebrating. Then it hits her exactly what she did. She turns to face him and he's just staring at her. And then he kisses her for real.

Idk I just feel like this would be an emotionally satisfactory way to explain them not being together right away, deal with the AS thing, and get them together for real

#Garvez #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds reboot #Criminal Minds Evolution #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #Garvez Fanfiction #Luke Alvez #Penelope Garcia #Emily Prentiss #Jennifer Jareau #Tara Lewis #David Rossi

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steter-bang · 10 months

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Coming at you this lovely Friday with some more amazing fics and fanworks from the 2022 Steter Mini Bang under the cut!

our marrows mixing Author: frankie_31 Rating: T Words: 20,878 Summary: "What can you trust when you can't trust your own mind?

That night in the woods, Stiles Stilinski saw something horrible happen. But now, in the light of day, he can't find any proof to support his memories. Is he insane? Or is there something going on in Beacon Hills that defies explanation? All roads seem to lead back to the abandoned and burned Hale House-- And to the mysterious Peter Hale. But being right may mean that Stiles has an even nastier problem to deal with. If what he saw that night was real, what does he do about it? Who can he trust? What does Laura Hale know?"

The Storm Has Passed Author: Wreck Rating: T Words: 2,314 Summary: "As Laura recovers from being tortured by Kate Argent, she reflects what's left of her pack and watches as the bond grows between Stiles and Peter.

An epilogue for "our marrows mixing" by frankie_31

-- “I can feel him, you know,” Laura says, holding Peter’s gaze. “It’s not like a normal pack bond. It’s…soft, squishy.”

Peter squares his shoulders. “I know you all think I was out of my mind, but I could see him, Laura. He was like this bright star burning, pulling me towards the light.”

“You should talk to him about it,” she suggests. “He’s confused. I told him a little, back when he was helping me, but he should really hear the rest from you.”

A Test of Instinct Author: alikatastic Rating: Not Rated Words: 11,411 Summary: "Stiles was a cat, well, a were-cat. Much like a werewolf, and much like Derek, he was a born were-cat. He didn't know what he expected when his mate left town, and he wasn't prepared for itchy hats and sharp claws, too bad the universe didn't care."

A Test of Patience Author: TheOneWithWhoLockHallows Rating: G Words: 1,530 Summary: "For the longest time, Peter believed he wouldn’t even get to meet his mate, let alone get to know them. Stiles, though, Stiles was worth the wait."

Pack Bonds are Loose Lips Author: FailWolf (GeekMom13) Rating: E Words: 5,821 Summary: "Stiles always teased the pack - not his pack - about their furry little problem. They never really got why he was so amused since his other ridiculous jokes never filled the room with the sweet smell matching his laughter quite as much. Then Boyd almost dies and they find out why he kept out of the pack - his own furry problem wasn't so little."

[ART] Ice Dragon Artist: silentdescant Rating: G Summary: "Art; Stiles in his dragon form."

becoming who we are Author: DarkIsRising Rating: E Words: 5,281 Summary: "It’s been days since the funeral. Longer since he’d boarded a plane back to Beacon Hills. Longer still since the call from the hospital had come in looking to talk to Noah Stilinski’s next of kin."

Uncharted Waters Author: janey_p Rating: T Words: 3,829 Summary: "Stiles is back in Beacon Hills. Not for long and maybe even for the very last time, considering the circumstances, but Peter’s instincts decide that now is the perfect time to latch on anyway. Time will tell if he’s setting himself up for failure or if he’s on the verge of receiving the greatest gift ever."

#steter bang 2023 #fic rec friday

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canyonmooncreations · 2 years

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A Little Mix Up -- Chapter One

A Little Mix Up

Chapter One

Characters: Spencer x reader

Word Count: about 4500

Author’s Note: hey guys! Heheh

Warnings: Regressed state, Professor!Reid, ddlg dynamic, curse words, mean roommate, Stern!Spencer

Y/n’s POV

This class is honestly one of the most boring classes I have taken. The only reason I keep showing up is because the dumb professor takes attendance for a grade. My professor is Dr. Reid. He’s actually a real FBI agent, which is kind of cool. His personality though? He seems like a real ass. I haven’t had too many encounters with him but I have heard enough stories.

“Alright, class. I want your papers turned in by midnight.”

We had to choose a case where the insanity plea was implied and talk about if we thought it was reasonable or not. I did one over some guy who had amnesia. I titled it “Little Did He Know”. Is that not so clever?

“Y/n!! How are you?? Do you want to go to the mall tonight??” Brea approaches me and wraps me into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, I would but I have to finish up this paper. Do you have yours done?”

“Nah, I’m not gonna finish it in time so I might as well go have fun.” Brea waved and walked away. I walked back to my dorm in peace, enjoying the soft weather.

Tonight was a Friday night which meant I could stay up late watching Disney movies and coloring since my roommate always stays out on Friday nights. Her name is Aubrey and she’s pretty mean, just to be honest. My favorite thing to do is watch movies. After dinner, I finished my paper and then I found some really cute coloring books online, downloaded them and printed them out. Time for the fun to begin.

Before you knew it, the clock read 11:58. FUCK. I forgot to submit my paper. In a rush, I turned in my assignment right at 11:59. That was too close for comfort.

Anyways, back to my little activities. I love coloring. It helps me relax and pushes my stress to the back burner for the time being. Tonight I went with Moana, one of my favorite movies. After coloring a few pages and doing a few activities in one of the books, I was drained. I found my spot on my bed and snuggled in close with Mr. Rumple, my favorite stuffie.

*Monday Morning *

Third Person POV

Y/n’s last class of the day was always Dr. Reid’s class. She was always the first one there, simply so she could have her favorite seat and help her eliminate some of her anxiety. On her way to class, she received an email catching her attention. It was from the one and only Dr. Reid, maybe class was cancelled and she could go to bed early.

From: Spencer Reid

To: Y/n Y/l/n

Subject: Discussion

Y/n,

Please see me after class. There is something we need to discuss.

Dr. Reid

It was short and to the point. Y/n began to panic. What did she do wrong? Was she failing? Was her paper that bad?? Was he kicking her out of his class? The thoughts went on and on.

Y/n found herself sitting on the verge of tears, anxiety induced. The class began to fill with other students and Dr. Reid arrived. Y/n caught his eyes and immediately looked away. She couldn’t let him see how distraught she was. She needed to stay strong, in case he was really kicking her out of class.

Today’s class seemed to fly by and before y/n knew it the bell was ringing and class was dismissed. She considered leaving with the crowd and hoping he wouldn’t notice, but she knew that would only make it worse.

Y/n made her way up to the front of the lecture hall and was shaking with anxiety.

“You wanted to see me, Sir,”

“Yes. Let’s take this to my office. Follow me, please.”

Y/n had no clue where his office was. She thought maybe he was going to murder her. He could get away with it, after all. She was following him and struggling to keep up. He walked at a very brisk pace due to his long legs. Y/n slowly started falling more and more behind before he noticed.

Spencer turned around only to see y/n trying to catch up. He paused and waited for her before turning down the next hall. He slowed his pace so she could keep up a little better. Finally, they had made it outside and he began to walk towards his office. Spencer stopped at the crosswalk waiting for traffic to calm; however, y/n did not notice. Y/n walked with her eyes down and walked right into the back of him.

“I- I’m sorry.”

“Be careful, y/n.” He spoke in a warning tone which only made her gulp. She had never been this close to him which only made her nerves spike more. His aroma filled her senses and she had never smelt anything this good. He began to walk and grabbed y/n’s hand dragging her with him. She could feel the warmth of his hand around her wrist, but didn’t fully register what was happening until he had let go.

Y/n felt a weird feeling drop to her stomach. She had butterflies. The simple caring motion of helping her cross the street was something only a Daddy would do. Y/n always wanted a Daddy, but it’s so hard to find a real one.

What felt like hours later, they had finally made it to his office. It had really only been a couple of minutes.

“Have a seat, Ms. Y/l/n.”

Without any hesitation, she sat her bag down and sat in a chair across from his desk.

“Now, y/n, how did you feel about the last assignment the class turned in?” she shifted under his questioning gaze and let her eyes fall to the floor before answering.

“I really enjoyed it.” She spoke softly.

“That’s good. May I ask what you titled your paper?”

“Oh no, did I forget to put the title on there? I’m sorry.”

“Answer the question, please.” He looked at her a stern look, prompting her to answer.

“uhh, uhh, I- I titled it “Little Did He Know” because the guy had amnesia and I thought it would be a good joke.” She spoke in a timid voice.

He only nodded.

“Y/n, I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to panic, okay?”

Y/n nodded and she could feel the tears already forming. Why couldn’t he just tell her already?

“You did not turn in a paper for this assignment. You turned in a document titled ‘Littles Coloring and Activity Book’.”

Y/n felt like she could throw up. Before she knew it, she was sobbing. She couldn’t stop the tears. The embarrassment, the panic, the anxiety, it was all too much.

“Y/n, please calm down. It is not a big deal at all. I think it seems like a very fun book. Have you started it yet?” His voice was softer than before and laced with genuine interest and kindness. Y/n nodded. “Do you have it with you?” She nodded again. She packed it in her bag today, unsure why.

“May I see some of your colorings?”

Y/n froze. Was he ridiculing her? Was this all a joke to him? Was he serious??

“I-I, uhh, are you serious?”

“Yes, of course, y/n. I would really like to see your pictures.”

All of these emotions and all of this distress was causing her to regress a little and this request was only making it harder to fight. She always wanted someone to show her art to.

Y/n reached into her bag and pulled out the packet. She shyly slid it across his desk and proceeded to try and shrink herself away in case he was really only here to make fun of her.

“These are beautiful pictures. Did you do these all by yourself?”

His eyes were soft and met y/n’s tearstained ones. She only nodded, too afraid to speak.

“You did such an amazing job.”

The small amount of praise was more than she had gotten in only God knows how long. The words went directly to her stomach and she began to blush.

Y/n looked outside only to see the sun had been covered by clouds and the rain was falling hard.

“Oh no. I have to go.” Y/n began frantically putting her folder back in her bag and trying to gather her things while rambling an apology. “I have to walk home before it gets too bad. I have to-”

“Y/n.” She was cut short and her eyes met his. “I’ll take you home.”

“No. No. It’s fine. Really. It’s fine. I just need to get going before it gets-”

Spencer stood up putting on his rain jacket and y/n froze.

“You don’t have to-”

“Y/n. Stop. I said I was taking you home and you are not going to fight me on it. It is raining, you’re oblivious to your surroundings when you walk, and it is getting dark.”

“Seriously, its fi-”

Spencer took a step closer and grabbed her bag, and slung in over his shoulder.

“I am taking you home. End of discussion.”

Y/n realized she couldn’t win this battle; he had her bag and was walking out of his office.

Y/n jogged to catch up, but tripped over her untied boot laces going down the stairs. Her screams echoed through the hall as Spencer came jogging back to her side.

“What happened?”

“uhhh, my shoe… I fell.”

“Y/n.” He spoke with a ‘you should have been more careful’ tone.

Spencer grabbed her leg, moving it to tie her boots. This small action making it harder for her to fight her regression. He helped her up, but then proceeded to pick her up onto his side.

“I can walk.”

“Obviously you can’t. Are you hurt?”

“Only my feelings.”

Spencer chuckled and y/n leaned into him as he carried her through the rain and into the parking garage. She was too drained to fight a battle she knew she wouldn’t win. Spencer had sat her in the passenger seat and proceeded to buckle her in. She thought only daddies did this, correction: she thought only fictional daddies she read about did this. He can’t be a daddy. Why is he being like this?? Y/n felt herself slip into a sleepiness mixed with a regressed state due to the emotionally draining day she had so far.

Spencer had gotten into his side and started the car. “Which dorm do you stay in?”

All that had come out of y/n’s mouth was mumbles and slurred words. Nothing that made any sense.

“Y/n can you use your big girl words?”

She only shook her head and whined at the mere thought of being a big girl and facing this situation.

“Y/n, I can’t take you home if you don’t tell me where you live.” He spoke in a soft voice, but nevertheless, it still only prompted y/n to let the tears fall.

“I don't wannnnnnna go home!”

Trying not to chuckle at how much he admired her regressed state he asked “Why do you not want to go home?”

“Aubrey” she manages to get out between sniffles.

“Y/n, I need a little more than that. Who’s Aubrey and why does she make you not want to go home?”

“My meanie roommate.” Her sobs only intensified.

“Well, y/n, do you have anywhere else you stay?” He reached over to wipe some tears with the pad of his thumb. He held her cheek, forcing her to make eye contact.

“No, I sleep in the basement lobby when she is home.”

“We can’t have you doing that. I won’t have you doing that. That’s not safe y/n.” She only shrugged. “You can stay with me tonight.” She sniffled before crying more.

“I don't wanna be an inconvenience. I don’t wanna be a problem.” She turned her head to face away from him, knowing he’d agree and drop her off with her horrible roommate.

Spencer reached for her hand and squeezed it as he spoke. “I promise it’s okay. Why don’t you get some rest on the way home?”

Spencer began driving home, he was in for a long night with a very exhausted, regressed y/n on his hands. He rested his hand on her thigh in an attempt to calm her down and she latched her hand onto his thumb. On the ride home, y/n fell fast asleep holding onto Spencer’s thumb. He noticed she had goosebumps and covered her in one of his sweatshirts at the next red light. He couldn’t help but smile at the cutest girl holding onto him as she slept.

#spencer reid #spencer x y/n #spencer x reader #spencer #smut #princess #criminal minds #criminalminds #fanfiction #fanfic #chap one

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bi-demon-ium · 2 years

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S2 EP2 LIVEBLOG

AAAAA WORRY

boat jail

dflgkjdfg “There’s nothing more despised than stowaways” “cmon, ever heard of pirates” “PIRATES are just doing their job”

technically those empty rooms could have been filled last minute by people buying tickets

captain noland!

“you may consider yourself safe from mutiny on this perfectly harmonious craft” foreshadowing?

“ive always wanted to live through a mutiny” of course you have.

CANNONBALL

“I have neither the time nor inclination to deliver that anecdote” lgkhjfgh

+ kate trying to bond over nicknames

I do already love cannonball though. good man

“child ghosts”

ohh add cricket to the short list of existing mbs sports

ohhhh water polo? uh oh

constance loves ripping pages out of books huh

dgfkldkfjg holding the intercom out for the guy behind to whistle into it

DLFKGJDLKFGJDFG “permission to speak freely” “always, you and I are beyond formality” “no thank you captain I strongly request formality” CANNONBALL I LOVE YOU

“granted”

I bet they’re going to frame the water polo team, also counted four

“is there any chance of miscalculation?” [visibly offended] “PERMISSION TO SPEAK FRANKLY AND WITHOUT HESITATION?” “oh, I know there’s no miscalculation—”

“you are the human embodiment of accuracy and integrity” “that is correct” LDKFJGLDKFGJDLKFGJ I LVOE CANNONBALL SO MUCH HES SO FUNNY I ADORE HIM

“my job is already in jeopardy” oh?

walking the plank dflkgjdfg

“make an example of them” uh oh!

also I wonder if captain noland is still an old friend or mr benedicts and if that’ll come up again

imagine they do get captured and one of them blurts out something like “listen we just need to save mr benedict—” and the others aer like SHH and hes like wait. nicholas benedict?

and they’re like. you. you know him.

and he’s like MY OLD FRIEND NICHOLAS???? HE’S BEEN KIDNAPPED???

wild

anyway

THEME SONG!!

mr b just. collapse into chair

also number two’s windswept hair<3

also curtain standing up and benedict immediately sitting down dlkgdhg

the BLUEBERRY IN THE SPOUT

LITERALLY LFKGJHFGH “youre delusional and your demonstration is meaningless” literally! literally what was that supposed to represent

lkjdfglkjdfg [grumpily] well I rather liked it

“well what does the blueberry represent” “YES what does it represent”

mr benedict looks like he is literally on the verge of a panic attack

“and you are no mere associate. you are the fabled number two” “brilliant thinker, intuitive woodworker…”

suspicious of all this (completely true) praise…

“KIDNAPPED? no! a word like that just fuels the cycle of anger” YOU KIDNAPPED THEM

IF THEY FOLLOW THIS UP WITH “YOU LITERALLY STUNNED US AND SHOVED US IN A LOCKED CAR AND FORCED US TO COME HERE” LKJDG

did he. did he just eat the blueberry from the spout

JACKSON AND JILLSON!!!!!!!!!!

“your brother! this is a special honor indeed!” oh my god this is incredibly creepy this is somehow worse than last time bc of the “happiness”

“we need the full picture. and then we escape” uh oh

I wonder if number two is going to look back at that moment and wonder if they’d tried to escpae then, how much could have been avoided…

REGULAR BAD OR PSYCHIC BAD so they DO KNOW?

no lmao okay

oh reynie trying to bond again :(

“oh boatwright is all about personal space” “distance is healthy?” “you choose to connect” oh that was exactly the wrong thing to say

also love how it’s cutting between reynie and sticky knocking like normal people and kate and constance like. breaking int oshit and climbing over the edge of the boat lkdjfghgh

CONSTANCE BIO PARENTS MENTION? I mean obviously it’s not going to be real information but—

wait the polar bears. like. her whole theme opening thing being arctic themed…..

WERE CONSTANCE’S PARENTS ARCTIC EXPLORERS BC THAT IS WILD.

also . Russian connection?

“polar bears and clowns. the sound was awful” dlkgjdfgdfhh

crack treated seriously fic where that is fully true

LKGJFLKHJFG cannonball’s immediate crouch and sprint at “lost children”

I LOVE HIM

ohh dirigible time

inverness

milligan has so many bags.

“I checked the rest of it” dlkgfjdlfgjfg

he wants to be overprepared…. :(

simialrities to kate

also they’re all looking great but RHONDA…. GIRL… HOLY FUCK yoU ARE TRANSCENDANT

DLKFGJDG what is with this. alpaca? llama?

Jackson and jillson’s weird jubilation I think. I think they’re genuinely brainwashed too not just willing participants

maybe they were willing at first but now I think they are legit brainwashed

also lgdkjhjfgh [speaking in unison] [then] “I treasure you.” “and I you.” lfkghjlfkghj what help I love them

number two’s reaction to this too dlgkhjfgh

mr benedict’s immediate reaction to pay attention to the small child

bad feelings

they’re all painting yellow

dlfkgjdflkgj they kepe doing it and it’s hysterical/sweet/deeply worrying every time

[speaking in unison] [then] “who made you?” “I’d like to think we make each other”

some are executives… oh no…. MARTINA…?

is martina gonna be brainwashed ?

NUMBER TWO BITING INTO A LEMON LIKE AN APPLE!! CHEERS AND APPLAUSE!! WE DID IT! WE WON!

one of the earliest adopters of his philosophy… and the one who’s going to go coma isn’t he

weirdly unnerving inside to cabin but I don’t know why it feels unnerving

I bet that circular window is that one shot from the trailer

“…are you talking about the bathroom?” “that’s up to you”

mr benedict immediately assuming the kids will take action and he is correct

THE WINDOW SHOT I WAS RIGHT

do yall really think it’ll be that easy dflkgjdfg please he wouldn’t have left you there if not

constance casually pointing out the inverted book ldkfjgdfg

god imagine a universe where they weren’t kidnapped like the adults happily watching them run around the room figuring this out :(

HEY I WAS RIGHT AOBUT THE ROOM THING

“this is very uncomfortable”

GET THE CLUE FIRST

no sugar ldkfjgdlkfgj

YOU RUPTURE JUST ONE SUPERTANKER AND DF;LGKD;LFGKDFG WHAT

cannonball visibly restraining himself

oh captain noland,

what’s up with this

dfgdfg [sticky] exactly like that.

oh bc you are all are so good at blending in

I love you guys but youre terrible spies when it comes to blending in

yeah kids eating alone at a table only for four wotn be suspicious

OH ONE OF STICKYS FRIENDS?

marcus hoover… hm

“119” hmm

oh sticky. :(

constance’s first part “you feel too much” is almost quiet, comforting, and then “it will get us killed” lfkgjlfgkh

oh no don’t talk to the water polo team kate

oh yeah this isn’t suspicious at all

oh mr benedict and number two hiking essentially lfkghjfghh

“please stop harping on my fitness” ldkgjdfgh

rip buff mr b au

“he’s always been obsessed with being liked, OBSSESSED”

also the way he abruptly cuts himself off with heLLOOOOO

gkljfghfgh “you look SO much like your brother” “.oh.” “and almost as sweet! :)” “well.”

why do I have a feeling this guy wasn’t unhappy he was just like. normal and fine. but now he’s constantly fake elated so it’s messing with his perception

the way he keeps leaning in super close and mr benedict leans all the way back like “oh my” dlfkgjdgfg

uh oh why is he scratching

also who said theory about them all being in the same location,,, they’re still there but the timing is wrong

STOP YELLING AT CANNONBALL I HATE YOU STOP YELLING AT HIM

fkdlfkgj you had to mention bad prawns

not suspicious at all, kids

oh I guess it wasn’t a room key!

dgldfg the plotting course things and kate and sticky’s reaction

also that couple coming to enjoy their honeymoon and some poker chips fall from the ceiling

ohhh milligan time

and missp erumal and rhonda but milligan is the one talking so I said him first

ohhh milligan’s parenting issues

orange juice????

“did kate escape to find benedict or was part of her trying to escape from me?”

two things I note here: a) main part of brain goes AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOGHFHOFHOHGOHHHHHHHHHHHHH :(((( like no babe I promise she still loves you she just has growing to do

b) the blorbo brainrot part of me however winces at him calling mr b “benedict” glkjfghfgh

and of course the turbulence

AAYYYY ROLL CREDITS

is something wrong

ohhh rhonda looks gorgeous

oh parenting is anything but simple

“…it’s hard.” “it’s hard.”

I am WORRIED about them that’s a STORM

“ah! big fence” dlfkgjdfg

number two immediately slapping her hands like COME ON CLIMB UP BITCH!

“your faith in me is inspiring but I am not an accomplished climber” g;klfghfgh yea<3

JUST DO WHAT I DO PRETEND YOU’RE AN ANGRY HOWLER MONKEY AND AT THE TOP OF THIS FENCE IS THE PERSON WHO STOLE YOUR JACKFRUIT LKJHLKFJGHGHH PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH

“potent motivation. helpful”

immediate zap

SQ???? FOR THE NEXT STAGE?? WALKABOUT FOR SELF DISCOVERY?? WHAT? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

“electric fence?!”

first of all love that he finally gets to just storm into curtains office and yell at him been waiting for that since season one

secondly also love that he is literally like “WE JUST TRIED TO ESCAPE. WHAT THE FUCK.”

where’s number two does she know he’s doing this

“choose your own path”

STILL NOT OVER THE VIBE THING

oh. oh. this is. this is the first time someone’s called him nicholas to his face in. in the whole show.

oh.

ahem. anyway

“moved on” huh? SOMEHOW I doubt it

but very funny if he has. after thirty years + nicholas ruining his world domination scheme with some literal children he just goes “actually im over the whole abandonment issues thing”

outdated view of me…. that is the source of much unhappiness…. that’s weird and hes talking wei—YEAH

“you’re changing your cadence and your frequency” are you trying to literaly hypnotize him????? girl?????

“Sadness is a choice, sadness is so isolating”

THE SHOT ITS THE SHOT FROM THE TRAILER I OBSSESSED WITH A BIT

CURTAIN REACHING OUT AND BENEDICT LEANING AWAY

“orchestrated movements; sequencing my rods and my cones…”

HYPNOTISM HES LITERALLY TRYING TO HYPNOTIZE HIM

and curtains mad scientist grin

“no. I see what you’re doing—”

he’s going to protest and say no, I know what’s going on, this won’t work—

and then it’ll work.

I’m calling it now.

“brilliant? it’s deplorable!”

“it’s a complete disconnection from true emotion! who’s going to benefit from that except you?!”

“it’s so disappointing to see you turn to envy” AGAIN WITH THIS. listen im not saying he could never be jealous/envious (ldkfg remember in s1 when they’re like oh he got that grant! weren’t you up for that? and hes like :/ like yeah) but like. this is clearly more about CURTAIN BRAINWASHING PEOPLE LDKJGDFG

I mean obviously curtain isn’t a reliable narrator here but if that’s the thing they’re going to push, that mr b is jealous of his success, I’m going to literally bite people

“im not jealous. im—heartbroken” and his voice cracks a bit oh god

goat yogurt? goatgurt

I wanna hug him so bad

please let me hug him please I desperately want to hug him

uh oh sebastian the acolyte

uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh

that was mildly terrifying

oh constance I love you

dlkfgdkfjglkfdgj captain noland youre so funny what the fuck

LKDFJGLKDFJG THE CARICATURES

oh water polo team that’s. terrifying

APOLLO’S BIRD! CORVUS! LIKE FROM THE THEME AGAIN!

sticky you are a nerd (affectionate)

“you can make fun of me but we did this together” “no one’s gonna make fun of you” [everyone turns to look at constance]

she didn’t say anything! so! progress!

OH SO WE’RE ENDING WITH THE WATER POLO TEAM SMASHING IN THE DOOR? OKAY

so im going to think about literally nothing else the rest of the week.

#mbs liveblog #mbs spoilers #mbs disney spoilers #mbs disney #mbs #tmbs #the mysterious benedict society

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