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calcium-makes-ur-bones-weak · 1 year

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asks galore

5, 7, 11, 14, 18, 22, 24

26, 28, 32, 39, 51, 52

5. do you have any episodes that you just didn't care for that much? honestly, not really. overall i prefer act two to the other acts but i wholeheartedly love each episode. like i've seen this show 197 times, and there really hasnt been an episode that i didn't care for.

7. what character first caught your eye? the first character i ever saw was viktor. he was the reason i even watched the show. it was like three in the morning and i was scrolling aimlessly on instagram and i stumbled upon someones viktor fanart and decided immediately that i had to watch the show.

11. which character design is your favorite? as a jinx girlie, i'm contractually obligated to say jinx. but aside from her, my favorites are mel and sevika. jinx appeals to the part of my brain that loves messy, imperfect characters. her nails are chipped and she has these big, vulnerable eyes that draw you in. she has this like, smudged eyeliner and these little bits of hair that used to be in her braids but have since migrated to her face. i like how messy she looks particularly in act three. and the way she looks as a child speaks to me, from her fucked up hair that she obviously cut herself to the clothes that look like they used to belong to someone else. she reminds me of myself. also i have blue hair and she has blue hair and omg she's just like me fr. mel and sevika are different, in that i don't even remotely see myself in them. i just sincerely think that mel is beautiful, and that sevika is hot. im a very shallow person.

14. which relationship was your favorite? honestly, i know i should say jinx and vi, but jinx and silco really hit me full force in the chest. the fucked up, manipulative relationship between a child and their parent. i cried when silco died, and i cried when silco held her at the end of the first act. he was horrible and evil and he loved her in the fucked up way that someone loves their favorite weapon, their specialist tool. but he also looked at the worst parts of jinx and saw the worst parts of himself and he loved her for that and- its probably very telling that this is my favorite. i also really liked ambessa and mel. bet you cant guess what kind of a childhood i had.

18. what was your favorite emotional scene? the scene where vi leaves powder at the last drop and she has the meltdown. idk it just resonated with me. the fear, the terror at the thought of being abandoned is something i deal with on a semi-frequent basis, and honestly i have a similar reaction to powder. like watching it, hurt me. it was just so visceral and raw.

22. any characters you thought deserved more screen time? singed!! i'm confident that he's going to play a more prominent role in season two, and im glad because i need to know more. tell me about his experiments and his past and his DAUGHTER!!! i mean, i have my theories, but i need to know more! i just know that he has an absolutely juicy backstory, you know. also i think his ideas and philosophies were super interesting and i was a little sad that we didn't get to see more of him and rio. i dont think we saw too little, but it would have pleased me to see more of him. i do think we saw too little of the chem barons, but i care less about them than i do singed.

24. what side characters were your favorite? oh baby i love you forever for asking me this question! my favorite side character is undoubtedly elora, mel's assistant. she's of minimal relevance to the plot but i love her all the same. i don't have a real reason for my attachment to her, i just think she's neat.

26. what are your favorite parallels? im an absolute whore for the parallels between vi and jinx and vander and silco. i think its so interesting to see their similarities, but also how they differ. are they doomed to repeat the sins of their fathers? part of me kind of hopes so.

28. favorite vi scene? the first fight between vi and sevika i think is so interesting. vi sees this woman, who she was so like at one point in time. pre time skip, they both had very similar ideology, in that they both believed in an independent zaun. she sees how much has changed. sevika is a physical representation of the shift that's happened in the lanes whilst vi was in prison. straight away, sevika is presented as arrogant and uncaring, a far cry from the united zaun she wanted in act one. even physically, she has a prosthetic arm powered by shimmer (they weren't exactly subtle about it) a clear sign of her loyalty to silco and vi just loses it. and then at the end where caitlyn saves her and she sees her for who she really is. she's not malicious, she's just some sheltered rich kid. cait cares fiercely about bringing about real, actual justice. yeah i just really like it.

32. were there any moments that really shocked you? the tea party scene in episode nine. maybe a bit basic, i know but the whole scene had this tense, horror movie-esque feel to it. and it wasn't even just the implication of cait's head being on the tray when jinx says "i made her a snack", but the sort of way that she proclaims herself to be "not that crazy" that immediately makes us think the opposite. everything from the scribbles on vi's gauntlets, to the candles and the dummies, to the fact that it's in the last place that vander, claggor and milo were ever alive. and then of course she kills silco and fires a bomb at the council.

39. do you think anything should have played out differently? all in all, i have very few complaints about how the show played out. i think its a masterpiece. i would however have liked to know the fucking name of ambessa medarda's boytoy twink. sorry, it just irks me that i don't know.

51. do you have any characters that you would like to see have a heart to heart? yesss! i would love for viktor and jinx to have a heart to heart about their similar experiences and particularly, i think it would be very fun to see them do science together, particularly after viktor loses his last lab partner to piltover (and his last assistant to being a pile of dust) and i swear i have more articulate thoughts but im writing this and its like 2:15 in the morning. ask me again when im closer to coherence.

52. do you have any characters that you hope take a more serious role? i would love for ekko to have a more serious role, but if it means that i have to suffer through more heimerdinger then its just. i don't want it. i need for the chem barons to be a more active part of the story, and i think they will be, given the power vacuum left after silco's death. i doubt sevika will rise to power, as she's always presented herself as being a independent, but a follower. she followed vander, and when it was convenient to her, she followed silco. she's loyal to her idea of a free zaun, but not enough that i think she would take up that role. sevika knows her strengths, and they don't lie in leadership. i could be wrong tho, but either way i would like her to become more central to the story. i hope that singed takes on a more active role in the plot, for the reasons i said earlier. i just want to sink my teeth into his backstory. and finally i would love for ambessa's twink to take on enough of a role that i would know his name. certainly, he was on an airship.. airship fight.. maybe?? (please)

#frootbatzz posting #arcane my beloved

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theprettyarachnid · 2 years

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hello i was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing arcane characters with a really tall reader (coming from a tall person themselves) and if it's not too much of a problem if it is than it's fine but if you could add caitlyn as well (only if your ok with it because i've seen you only do jinx, vi, silco, vander, and some more i cant think from the top of my head which i'm fine with but i was just wondering) ok thank you 🦀

a/n: i have "am i a man or am i muppet" stuck in my head while writing this @just-some-lesbian

warnings: none(?)

characters: jinx, vi, caitlyn, viktor, jayce, silco, vander

Jinx

🕷 She wouldn't probably admit it but she really likes your height

🕷 Jinx is on the shorter side so she uses your height to her advantage

🕷 She will jump on your back randomly with no warning throughout the day so be careful

🕷 I can see her wearing one of your shirts and imitating you when you aren't around

🕷 "is that my shirt?"

🕷 "no, it's mine now."

🕷 If you're taller than her, I can see her kind of pouting about it

🕷 Don't think that'll stop her from pushing you up against a wall though

🕷 Always tells you to duck before you go through a doorway

🕷 Calls you 'Mighty Y/n' because you're so tall

🕷 She might get shoes that have a bit of a heel to them but if you question it she will outright deny it

🕷 "did you get taller?"

🕷 "no."

Caitlyn

🕷 I can see Caitlyn having a preference for people on the taller side, they don't have to be taller than her but if you are I can see her liking it

🕷 Caitlyn was probably a bit insecure about her height growing up, but eventually grew to love being tall, so whenever she sees you hating on your height she shuts it down immediately

🕷 Because you two are close in height, you can borrow each others clothes

🕷 She gently smacks you whenever you wear her clothes and try to do a british accent

Viktor

🕷 Viktor doesn't have much of a preference when it comes to height, in fact he's more interested in the way his partners think

🕷 Not to say he doesn't have a type because he does but he cares more for personality

🕷 If you borrow one of Viktor's vests and it's too small on you he will buy one that is too big for him just so you can wear it

🕷 He'll wear the vest every once in awhile so when you wear it it smells like him

🕷 When he's working on one of his inventions, specifically high up, he'll make you stand there and hand him tools

🕷 "you know, i can help if you want? i can reach up there without a ladder and you can just tell me what to do."

🕷 "no, you could get hurt and even with instructions you don't know what you're doing"

🕷 "do you know what you're doing?"

🕷 He just makes a face and tells you to hand him whatever tool he needs next

Jayce

🕷 Jayce probably actively looks for taller significant others because he's a literal giant

🕷 So he probably loves that you're tall, easier for the both of you because you don't have to bend your neck at an unholy angle just to look at him and he doesn't have to hunch over too much whenever he goes to kiss you

🕷 sorry short jayce simps

🕷 He can probably still use your head as some kind of arm rest though

🕷 Your shared apartment has high ceilings and high cabinets accommodated for your heights

🕷 One time you almost stepped on Heimerdinger by accident and Jayce will never let you live it down

🕷 "i told you i couldn't see him!"

Silco

🕷 You're probably taller than him because he stands at a pretty average height, but your height makes you look intimidating so he usually has you around when he's questioning someone he suspects is a rat

🕷 Like Vi, I can see him getting shoes that have a bit of a lift to them

🕷 You being taller than him does a little damage to his ego but he won't admit it

🕷 Silco has a habit of grabbing you by the collar and forcefully bringing you to his level so he can tell you something

🕷 Probably calls you 'His Goddess/God'

Vander

🕷 He loves you just the way you are so he doesn't care about your height

🕷 But since you are on the taller side, your job at The Last Drop is putting things on high shelves and being some kind of bouncer alongside him

🕷 When you're in private, I can see him swooping you off your feet and kissing you

🕷 If you guys are having a quiet moment you two just press your foreheads together

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isolated-bug · 2 years

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Hello! I love your talks about Arcane. Your words and thoughts always make me realize so much more about the story. Would it be ok if you talked about the scene where Silco talks to Vi outside where she used to grow up, What do you think he meant when says that ‘jinx is so much more than he ever imagined and that he ‘freed her candidly’ the tone seemed more soft and his word choice seemed very calculated. Why do you think he thought it was necessary to say those words to Vi right then? (His tone was hard for me to read there)

Then Silco has his whole rage fit after the sign falls and Vi and Caitlyn escape. I know he was furious but I’m not sure if there are any other emotions layered that I’m not picking up in that scene. I wanted to know your general thoughts on it if you have any.

-♠️

OOOOOOOOO i LOVE me some Silco analysis!! Lets Go! <3

Also thank you for the kind words!! holy cow >.< im not worthy!! This is gunna be a long one so im posting a read below to just... save peoples scrolling XD

Silco is such a *wonderfully* complex character and he has so much behind everything he does; or at least this is how i feel. I briefly touched on this topic in a different post about how i feel Silco did not plan on killing Vi (i think it was that post.. maybe it was a Silco/Jinx father/daughter analysis.. i cant recall now >.< ) So, man, ok.. where to start... So in that scene.. hmm no ok wait. Lets back it up ok, Silco/Jinx leading up to that scene is really important to set the narrative for explanation so forgive me for reiterating events here but: - Jinx "defended" the shimmer shipment - Silco argued in Jinxs defense against Sevika - He talked with Jinx and advised she distract herself with her gadgetry - Jinx decided to bomb a bunch of enforcers and get the gem - Silco learns of the attack; we dont see who from but we know its NOT Marcus because he comes to confront Silco separately later - Silco dad-style yells at Jinx but forgives cuz gem - Silco argues with Marcus, again in Jinxs defense - Jinx medicates Silco and he tells her to focus on weaponizing the gem - Jinx has her freak out from the magic acting up - Jinx goes to the arcade (ironically while Vi and Cait are eating at Jerichos) - Silco gives one of Jinx's bombs to Marcus to use as evidence against the Firelights - Jinx expresses to Silco she cant handle the magic trauma - Silco takes Jinx out to the water and has a heart to heart - Jinx successfully works on the gem - Silco learns Vi is alive - Silco sends out an order to all of his staff to "grab" the two girls that kicked Sevika's ass - Bartender Thieram/Chuck tells Jinx about the order - Jinx is suspicious that she wasnt included or made aware of the order - Jinx confronts Sevika in Silcos office - Silco confronts Marcus in Marcus' home - And then finally Silco gets word from the shimmer addicts of Vi's location and goes there himself *whew* that was a lot.. but its important. Notice how in all of this, every time Silco has an interaction *about* Jinx he is totally on her side? Their relationship is super solid at this point and it seems like, at least to SOME extent, Silco is aware of the state of Jinx's mind. Given how open these two are with each other and how they relax and show their true vulnerable selves to each other, i would guess Jinx has had fits around Silco as results of botched missions or other trauma triggers. We also see how casually Jinx talks to her apparitions both when alone and with others which makes me feel like she does this around Silco a lot too without receiving any judgement etc.

So i want to point out something very specific here. While Silco did do basically an all-hands-on-deck type of order among his goons to look for Vi and Cait, he went HIMSELF to the location as soon as he learned exactly where she was. He did not look for Sevika to go with him either. He wanted to be the one to handle this himself. This tells me that, while he is willing to use all resources available to him for this task, it is a personal task and not a business one. This also helps clearly define exactly how he perceives Jinx. She is not "just business" or "just a lieutenant". This is why we see his tone and mannerisms change so drastically between how he talks to Singed and Sevika vs how he talks to/about Jinx.

I think that, for Silco, this was a VERY personal matter. All he had likely heard from Sevika was that Vi was looking for Jinx. Silco went all hands on deck because of the threat of someone taking his daughter away.

So, Silco is used to using intimidation and power to get his way. When he confronts Vi, note that he is unarmed BUT he is definitely utilizing that same body language to express his power and influence to build an intimidating presence. He has two goons with him who are armed but not in any stance to fight. Weapons are slung on their shoulders etc.

I feel that Silco had one objective here. Get Vi to give up on Jinx. His tactic for this was two parts. First to make Vi feel too weak to take on the fight and second to make her think that Jinx wouldnt be interested in leaving regardless. I also believe he did not want to kill Vi. This is important. He knows what Vi means to Jinx. He would not risk word of him killing her get around to Jinx.

Thus his speech. "Vanders prodigy, i regretted that we never had the opportunity to speak" He is trying to impose his intelligence over her and seem un-phased by her return. I think he is being honest here and had actually originally planned to try and turn her to his side. He knew from Sevika that Vi was wanting to fight Piltover when the topic was brought up in the Last Drop. He also heard stories from his younger underlings that he had keep eyes on Vanders kids that she was a good fighter. He then seems genuinely offended by the question "what have you done with my sister?" Remember that Silco does not see himself as a destructive or bad person. Most of the people in the undercity support him and he himself sees the bad parts of what he does as "the base violence necessary for change".

So when Silco responds with "I've freed her. Candidly, I thought you were the prize of your secondhand family." We see an interesting and subtle shift in his expression to Vi. When talking about Jinx, there is some life and passion in his expression and tone. Then he looks around for a moment and when he stares back at Vi his expression is icy and devoid of any emotion aside from.. boredom maybe; his tone changes to match. I think Silco means what he said about freeing Jinx. He has helped free her from a lot of her insecurities, he does not restrict her movements or actions or try to snuff out her violent interests, and he protects her from consequences from the law. In his mind, he has freed her of anything that could be holding her back from reaching her true potential. But the second part, while i *do* think he had intended to flip Vi before the warehouse fight, i think he actually means this as the setup for an insult. He searched for those words for a moment. They were calculated. He wanted to hurt Vi with what he says next.

"but... Jinx... Ah~ she is more than i ever imagined." While Silco says these words he is, once again, more expressive. Even leaning his head back and taking his eyes off Vi to visualize his daughter, and his words are so soft.

Silco knows that Vi is a sensitive topic for Jinx even years after the event. A huuuge part of me feels like this is sorta... parental vindication. I thought you were great, but then i saw your sister. I believe Silco wants to hurt Vi with his insult as a small penance for what Jinx has endured emotionally. Silco values power and would assume most others do as well. So telling Vi she is weaker than the girl she abandoned would be a fabulous insult in his world. Because, to be clear, Silco *does* think that Vi abandoned Jinx. He only had Jinx's word to go off of with this and there would have been ZERO info about Vi looking for Jinx after the bomb since Marcus had captured her. Silco truly believes Vi abandoned a crying Powder to be killed by, well, himself.

So i think he is trying to shove it in Vi's face that she discarded someone with so much potential. 'You left her and made the wrong choice.' and twist that knife in til it hurts.

I like how Vi responds to this with "im gunna find her and erase whatever fucked up delusions you put in her head"

So Vi heard those few sentences and clung onto "i freed her" and "she is more than i imagined" and interpreted those as Silco maybe drugging her with Shimmer, manipulated her, or whatever else to make Jinx into this version of herself. Then Vi say she is FIRST going to target Silcos criminal empire and Silco replies with that same bored tone suggesting he feels completely in control and once again exuding power to intimidate Vi. "You dont know your limits, girl. Its what got Vander killed. What drove your sister away. And its why im here right now." again, doubling down on the whole effort to make her feel like this is an imposible task and her sister wouldnt want to return to her anyway. So then stuff happens and the rage fit and i do think there is a lot mixed in here. He is, of course, mad that he got bested by a child but more than that its Vanders Prodigy. So for Silco this has getting defeated by the ghosts of his past written all over it. Plus, he didnt successfully manipulate Vi to giving up on Jinx so there is also still the risk to his daughter leaving him. His effort to intimidate wasnt working. And finally he lost her. He doesnt seem like a man who takes loosing very well. And with her maybe 30 feet away, he lost her. One of the people he raises up and hits on the head during this fit is one of his body guards. Likely annoyed that they didnt have the foresight to see that risk or that they didnt pursue Vi during the chaos. He also stomps violently on the shimmer addict informant that told them of Vi's location. We never see Silco get this emotional. Never. I think he is honestly panicing that right at the final stages of seeing his fight for the Nation of Zaun, everything is falling apart. Vi is back, Jinx is struggling with the weapon, Marcus is turning on him, etc. But the way he responds to all the other bad news is exasperation... the way he responds to the threat to his daughter from his former betrayers prodigy is visceral rage.. i think it definitely sets the tone for how important this matter is to him. I also really like the symbolism of him standing in the center wreckage of the Eye of Zaun. Like his empire is shattering around him. Idk, i feel like it really reflects where he is at right there.

So anyhow, to put it simply, i think this was a personal issue to him, not a business issue. He definitely is a mad dad looking down the person who abandoned his daughter and caused so much shit in her head for him to deal with. And the possibility of Jinx leaving him for his betrayer's prodigy is something he is *very* worried about.

oof im really good at long.... o.o sorry >.<

#silco #vi #arcane #just analyzing some scenes #dont mind me officer #jinx

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Ok i think i have ascended to new levels of simp with this guy, i have never simped as hard for anyone than i do for this toxic ratman like pls even him killing me will be a blessing at this point

Ughh smoke into my mouth . Blow a ring and i'll suck it up istg😩👌

Like why is everything he does so fucking suave like pls even him looking in my general direction will bring me to my knees

Omg i cant even- i would literally beg him to fuck me right then and there i dont care if he brought me there for business, as punishment for not paying up for something, or whatever it is. If i see him i'm gone. My brain is mush. He could very well kill me afterwards for the audacity of what i'm asking but i'd still ask. Let him kill me, at least he looked at me like this i'd die happy.

He'd be so done with me but if i somehow got under his employment like fuck it i'd try to compliment him whenever i can on whatever i can. He holdin a sigarette? Compliment his pretty, long fingers. Looking to the right? Compliment his side profile. I'd compliment his arms, wrists, legs, shoulders, scar(obviously), eyes (either or both), hecc even his ass (and if by some miracle i haven't been killed yet i probably would then lmao) and i'd love every second of it.

He'd probably (and hopefully) take notice of me not kidding very fast and if he hasn't killed me i assume either doesn't mind or is into it as well and either would be fine tbh.. but the last is preferred ofc~

Alskd but me being the simp i am i would definetly jump in front of him before any danger could befall him during fights or scuffles and if he got even a little attached to me he'd berate me for it (which i'd love) like yes for you i'd be anything lmao

Thats probably also why i'd ask again at that point with him hopefully saying yes XD although he'd definetly look at me weird. Like "seriously? Is this woman still going on about that?" Has she seen my eye?

Alskdk but look at him you cannot not want to idk what he's going on about but i actually prefer him without the concealer and i'd tell him as such.

Like ugh even when chocked he is way too hot 😩✋ whats wrong with me. If this wasn't a trauma point for him i'd choke him very lovingly any day.. hecc maybe i still will if he somehow turned the trauma into a weird form of kink

But silco dying though, i would not let that happen at all. Like i'd probably find a way to bring him to a doctor or something and try and save his life lmao..

And my brain still refuses to believe this scene happened at all btw XD. Like in my head jinx just went back, found that her bullets didn't leave him that wounded, just knocked tf out from bloodloss, but still alive. And she'd just rush him to singed's like he'd done for her once. . Yeah i'm in denial and i can't get up. But what can u do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyhow that was my weirdly long TED-talk on how much i simp for silco. Thank you for listening and i'm sorry for anyone actually reading this far lmao i've made this way too long

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dragonshoard · 2 years

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imma ask this again coz i think tumblr ate my ask sooo, arcane but powder/jinx is just religious, like from a very young age she's a follower of Janna, Vi has no idea why, their parents aren't religious, Vander isn't, she has no idea why her sister is religious coz she sure as hell would know if she was going to the church (powder can hear Janna and constantly sneaks out late at night to one of the forgotten statues of Janna that is litter over the undercity)

And just later in life she's still very religious and has like stolen one of Janna's statues and put in her hideout and has fixed her up

She also docent kill as much in this au coz Janna's like can you not really kill the firelights, there good people, but may kill the bad enforcers, they are dicks

Jinx just constantly goes to underground masses and to the old empty churches to pray and sometimes ekko will go to the old churches to just try and talk with her, he knows that she wont attack in those holy places and in turn he wont attack her. Ekko also holds less hatred to Jinx in this au due to her actively avoiding killing the firelights and instead knocking them out and making sure they don't get killed or captured

Jinx is just somewhat a better person and a bit more stable coz of Janna's influence, don't get me wrong she's still the loose cannon but she has a strict following to Janna and if Janna says not to do something she will not do it even if Silco doesn't really like, but Silco just silently excepts it coz he cant really fault her for her beliefs

:DDDD

(sry i'm gonna assume the same cuz i'm not finding your ask TT_TT)

you know i love the take that Janna, while she is one of the kinder spirit gods, can be incredibly cruel and brutal. She is the Storm's Fury and those who serve her are either beholden to her kind nature, or to the righteous anger that she nurtures in her followers.

The lore doesn't talk about that side of her (literally just about helping people) but you don't get the name "storm's fury" from nothing, ya know?

Jinx, even if she isn't a believer of Janna, I can see being someone Janna keeps an eye on.

Jinx essentially having Janna as a moral compass is also very interesting to think about. Spirit Gods aren't human, don't think like humans, and certainly don't feel like humans. Jinx may unconsciously model her relationships off of Janna's treatment of the people around her.

I like her having acquaintances, maybe even friends, within the main religious communities in Zaun. Despite working with Silco, they consider her welcome within their circle and she even spends time within some of the free clinics or shelters they run (Jinx would be very petulant about it, considering it somewhat "beneath" her, but since Janna told her to do it she has to).

I think at some point Jinx has to realize that she's far too deep in her connection with Janna to turn back and ignore her summons (or "requests").

I love that her and Ekko are somewhat friends here. He recognizes when it would be safe to talk to her and when he needs to stay away. He would absolutely still believe Powder (the childhood friend he used to know) is still somewhat present within Jinx. He doesn't understand her actions, doesn't understand her reasonings, and he doesn't quite understand that at a certain point she doesn't really have a choice in what she does.

Silco is - ah - a bit of a mess for me xD I personally think that Silco is a bit of a follower of Janna as well, but he follows her practices in a different sense (interprets her will in another way), so he would absolutely respect Jinx if she says she can't do something. She rarely says no to his requests, so he knows that when she refuses to do something it's not actually Jinx saying no.

Sevika doesn't get it. At all. Thinks both of them are religious nuts xD

But honestly? Ye you are absolutely right, Jinx would be a bit more stable in this world just for having a consistent social structure (Janna, the faithful and, hell, even Ekko). But she's still got issues just because of trauma and genetics so ahh that's gonna be something xD

#origin #arcanecorner #ok but lowkey would she be welcome at the treehouse?#i could see her knowing where it is and dropping people off #kind of also liking the idea of Ekko or people from the firelights going to Jinx for help with one thing or another despite technically #being enemies xD #i like this idea :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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styleswithaseaview · 3 years

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Hi I love your writing could you maybe do something with Cedric x reader and the reader has like social anxiety or something and she gets overwhelmed or something and Cedric helps her out? You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to- thank you so much

sensory overload

(sorry for the shit title i cant-)

a/n : im SO sorry i haven’t posted any writings in so long, i’ve been very stressed out lately and have actually gotten a lot of similar attacks like what i’ve described lately, but once again. i’m very sorry. i hope u like it anyway! this is actually kinda cute awh ! i kind of altered it, this is the kind of panic attacks that i get (stemmed from sensory overload) and i know a lot of people that get them too, so. sorry if it isn’t written exactly how you’d like it to be!! this kind of thing is really tricky to write about because i only know what i feel, and not someone else’s individual experience.

warnings / content : cedric diggory x fem!reader, sensory overload, anxiety attack, crying, brief mention of alcohol (blink and you’ll miss it), kissing (that’s to be expected). there’s no swearing in this one i don’t think!! unusual for me. please let me know if there’s any warnings you would like me to add!

taglist: @krasivayadarling @hoe4cedricdiggory @feliciamint @sugarywinterroses @faeinorbit @truly-insatiable @dianadiggory @animalcrackersinchurch @ceofcedric @annasdani @punkrific @anchoeritic @dogsandrocketsocks @blacksbooksx @oldschoolkiddo @amourtentiaa @inks-and-jinx @tomriddleswifey @kmcedric11 @orifortheweeknd @fallin-4-ya

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Cedric grins as he grasps your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. And then he's moving, tapping the barrel that serves as an entrance to the Hufflepuff common room and guiding you through it, towards the warm yellow light and upbeat music that's ringing through your ears.

You step over the threshold, looking up at Cedric, who still has your favorite crooked smile plastered on his face. His grey eyes flick to you, silently asking if you're okay, and despite the thudding of your heart in your ribcage, you nod.

He kisses you again, gently, and you walk into the party, curling into your boyfriend instinctively when you see - and hear - the sheer amount of people crammed into the room.

The party is technically celebrating Cedric, which he insisted against to no avail. He’d caught the snitch three matches in a row, effectively pushing the team all the way up until the last tournament, which is vital in order for Hufflepuff to win the house cup.

And so, despite your doubts, you accompany the boy to his party.

It’s exactly the kind of party you were scared of, and rightfully so.

The pounding of the music is making your thoughts knot together like Christmas lights until you can't even decipher what's going on around you, and it's made tenfold worse by the clatter of voices and the ringing of loud laughter that bounce between the walls, surrounding you in a blanket that doesn't allow you to move.

When Cedric pulls you into his side, a signal that someone is addressing you, you cant even find the words to speak, and you're opening and closing your mouth inefficaciously.

And the lights, they're so bright that your eyes don't even register anything else. The symphony of colors blocks out virtually all else, black spots ebbing at your vision until all you can see is blobs of light dancing across your image.

And suddenly, you're recoiling from Cedric’s touch, pushing yourself weakly away from him as your heart beats like a jackhammer in your chest. You're trying to ground yourself by putting a hand to your neck and feeling your heartbeat like you usually do, but this time, your heart is beating so erratically that it's ringing in your eardrums, and it's making everything worse.

And you stumble back until you feel the stairs across the room, but that's not what you want to feel. You need air, and the alcohol-stained oxygen you're inhaling shakily is like acid in your lungs.

You try to move, to get out of this place and find some reprieve for the sensory overload that is making you collapse like a house of cards, but you can't even decipher left from right as you melt into the floor.

Your breathing is staccatoed, and it's weak as you reach a weak hand to grab onto the rail of the stairwell, but you miss, and tears are welling in your eyes to accompany the bile that's building in your throat.

You don't even register the soft hand pulling you up, tenderly guiding you by the small of your back until your lungs are filled with cold, sharp air.

You're gasping feebly for breath, shaking your head to try to rid your brain of the thoughts that claw at you, attempting to pull you deeper into the depths of your own delirious headspace.

But you reach a hand out and feel someone, who's chest is heaving slightly with soft breaths, rhythmic in comparison to your staggered ones.

It grounds you, the feeling of the heartbeat under your fingers, and you're mindlessly falling into the person’s chest, taking in a deep breath and clamping your eyes shut.

The inhale that comes into your lungs is accompanied by a familiar scent, one of sandalwood and honey and warmth. It's a scent you love, one you know, and one whose owner is the love of your life.

You finally open your eyes to look up owlishly at your boyfriend, who has a worried expression as his index finger traces soft circles into the junction of your back and your hip, and you attempt to smile at him through the ringing of your ears. He smiles back, relief washing over his face like a tidal wave.

“There’s my girl,” he says softly, voice just above a whisper as to not overwhelm your senses once again. You smile languidly, senses numbed now as if you've woken up from a too-long nap.

“M’sorry.” The first word that comes from your lips is one of apology, and it's barely audible as you speak into Cedric’s neck.

“Why are you sorry, dove?” he says, concern painting his face as his brows knit together. When you don't respond, sniffling softly, he speaks again. “I’m the one that should be sorry. I shouldn’t’ve made you come with me, m’so, so, so sorry.”

You shake your head adamantly, frowning. “I ruined your party,” you whisper, tears returning along your waterline, but before they spill over, Cedric wipes them away tenderly with his thumb.

“You know I didn't wanna go anyway. Being with you s’so much better.” He looks into your eyes gently, and you can't find a trace of insincerity in his warm irises, so you offer a watery smile.

“M’still sorry,” you say, frown returning to your features, “Y’can't take me anywhere.” you huff, and Cedric scowls.

“I can, firstly,” he says softly, “You're much better with people than you let yourself believe. And second, I don't need to. I'm more than okay with having you all to myself.” He smiles at the last comment, and you laugh softly, burying your head in his neck. He kisses your temple tentatively, and you pull back, looking into his eyes and then down to his lips. His breath audibly hitches in his throat, and he opens his mouth to speak.

“C-can I kiss you? I don't want to overwhelm you, you don't-” He's cut off as you place a soft kiss to his cushion lips, arms instinctively lacing around his neck.

He’s gentle in reciprocating, trying not to make your sensory overload worse, which is all but forgotten once you succumb to the familiar feeling of his lips on yours.

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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foul

part 5 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: anyway I’m going to say this is where things start to get 18+ strong language, implications or mentions of party drugs, sex, alcohol, addiction, angst uhh I think that’s it.

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier Baseball AU! Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, and always, truly good things require work, and while that’s scary, Frankie (and the others, in their own way) realize that it’s worth it.

They didn’t get very far away from the little home before Frankie had to pull over, wanting to bang his forehead against the steering wheel and let the honk drown out his agony. And Santi, who was laughing at him.

He felt like he was reliving the memory again and again, his mind’s eye more vivid than anything else.

The skin of your wrist, even burned, was delicate, softer than reasonable against his lips. Your face was confused, and then he could’ve sworn your pupils dilated as you regarded him. It was a blissful moment, sitting on the kitchen floor, closer to you than he’d ever been, kissing your pain away like his abuela, like the two of you were comfortable together.

Then he realized what he’d done and all but ran away, cursing himself and terrified of your beautiful, questioning eyes.

Before they’d pulled over, Santi was telling him he wasted his shot. He knew.

“What the hell? Fish?” his tone was quieter. Gone was the disappointed, but good natured teasing from before, Santi’s dark eyes widening as he realized there was something undeniably more real than he had been expecting.

“You…” he stared at Frankie, who was glaring out the window, knuckles almost white on the steering wheel. “You’re serious, about her.”

It wasn’t really a question. His friend’s hands loosened, then reasserted themselves, like he was wishing he could strangle something, and then they dropped, defeated. It was answer enough.

“Then why…” he licked his lips, Frankie’s stress rolling over him as he considered his next question. Why did you run from her? Why hadn’t you got her number? “Why cant you…”

“I have a fucking baby, man.”

His broad shoulders deflated, for all their tension, his body filling with unshed tears for the life he was certain he could not have.

“She’s not yours.” A quiet, well-practiced reminder.

“She might as well be.”

Santiago’s hand slipped onto his friends shoulder, rubbing slow circles like his own abuela, willing him to understand his support.

“She’ll understand.”

He could have meant Frankie’s broke, broken, single sister, or his unborn niece, just two months due, or his intensely expectant mother, but he knew better.

There was no good reason Santi’s gut should know what a person was thinking about Francisco, what they would think, but he was seldom wrong about these things. And he was surer than he’d ever been, about you.

Hanging over the balcony of the second tier, you laughed as Will slid into home.

All around you the cheers erupted, deafening and joyous. The team might’ve picked him up to carry him around for a victory lap, you couldn’t be sure because you couldn’t see, being jostled left and right on your way back to James.

The two of you had been late to the game today, caught up in traffic, and Benny had texted you to hurry up. It made no sense that he knew you weren’t there, and even less sense that he was able to text you from the dugout, but he had. They were losing bad, when you finally filed through security and found your seats, but thankfully began to claw their way back. It had been one of the closest games you’d seen in this stadium, and you were mildly worried Jimbo would be hoarse by the end of the night.

Knowing them made watching the game far more interesting than it had ever been for you. It was only the shallow end of friendship but it was more than enough. As the closer and closer the scores got to each other, the more you’d let yourself be drawn to towards the field like a lovesick fan. You held your breath as Santi threw one, two, three strikes the top of the ninth, and almost squeezed Jimbo too hard when Francisco caught an unexpectedly vertical foul ball. He had humored you, walking close to the edge at first, but at some point James let go of your arm and told you to stay and tell him what happened.

Beaming, you found him talking to another elderly couple, decked out in Miller boy jerseys and paraphernalia. Your grandfather introduced you, but before you could get their names, a large security person tugged you away, murmuring in your ear.

Trying to decline, and explain they probably had the wrong person, you were utterly confused. They were hearing none of it, and were to escort you to the locker room, and you were bullied into going along, telling James as quickly as you could that you would meet him in a bit.

When you were gently shoved into a large waiting area next to a door that reeked of sweaty men, you were annoyed. Then Ben Miller was coming out, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet before crushing you in a hug. His hair was wet, dripping on you, and his shirt was sticking to his body, and his eager eyes made you forgive him, for the most part. Thankfully, he smelled like cheap soap.

“Benjamin Miller, do you understand that that was not okay?” you tried to be stern.

“He doesn’t,” Will said dryly, emerging from behind his brother with a smile. He gave you a hug too, which surprised you more than anything, and whispered something to the security guards before leading them out. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, but,” you felt flustered, wondering about Francisco as much as the ridiculousness of being near them, again. “Does someone mind explaining what’s going on? Why am I here?”

“Don’t explain,” Santi's voice, and his hand ruffling your hair. “It’ll jinx it.” You couldn’t tell if he was serious.

“Let’s just say, from us to you - thank you,” Ben was grinning winningly, almost making their suspicious behavior acceptable. “And we owe you one,” he added.

Handing finding your hips, you wondered if you had it in you to really glare at the tall, handsome athletes in front of you. You didn’t get the chance, however, as other players began pouring out around you and friends and family were being shown in. Apparently, meeting after the game was more common than you thought, and you felt defeated as you tried to back against a wall. The three of them got caught up momentarily as their friends triumphant voices and energetic movements filled the space.

You bumped into Francisco and nearly melted into the floor.

His deep brown eyes, the ones you hadn’t seen since he kissed your wrist, met yours, and for a split second he looked like a deer in the headlights. Then they softened again, just like they had before, and he moved his body between yours and the crowd. Only when he glared and jerked his head did you notice one of the players you didn’t recognize had been looking you over, a little too interested.

His broad shoulders were raised, slightly, the only indication that he wasn’t in complete control of the situation.

“Thank you,” you murmured, under the noise, a mirror of that quiet moment in James’ kitchen. He didn’t move away this time, just stood over you as he checked to make sure the other player had gone on his way.

He was so tall. Of course you knew this but he was towering over you now, you could see the rise and fall of his chest, and the swell of the muscles in his arm as he pressed it against the wall by your head. Maybe you should’ve felt boxed in, but it was strangely comforting, the shape of the catcher blocking out the chaos.

The appearance of Ben, yet again, popped the tension and Francisco moved back, his arm falling to his side.

You breathed again as the rest of the group found you, and you could feel his eyes watch you as they joked about your disappearance.

Tom was looking at you too, a strange expression on his face. Of all of them, he seemed the most disheveled, like he’d only just got to the locker area.

“There’s an after party tonight,” he said, haltingly. You blinked.

The other boys were staring at him, and Santi’s head tilted, just a hair to the left, his eyes narrowing even less discernably as he said, “You should come.”

You laughed a little, and saw respect in Will’s eyes as you declined, thanking them for the invite. Did Frankie’s shoulder’s drop with disappointment or relief?

Ben was disappointed, for sure. It was hard to discern all their reactions when there was only one of you.

It was harder still, when James appeared, gently guarded by security, with the elderly couple in tow. Then there was reprieve from the attention on you as they accepted bear hugs from Will and Ben, and slightly more reasonable ones from the others. James received the same love, and winning the game because the second best thing of the day. Or maybe third, you thought, glancing again at the catcher who had returned to your side.

James ducked around them to tuck himself at your other side, and you didn’t need either of them to explain that these were the Miller grandparents.

The three of you melted into the background after you were reintroduced. When they invited you again to the party, the sweetness of the moment and Grandma Miller clouded your judgement, and you told them you would think about it.

You ended up going, an hour in, because Will had called you. He hadn’t explained, only half growling the instructions through the noise, before he changed his mind and hung up. Never mind, I’m sorry to bother you, he had said, and you thought that he actually meant it. It left a twisting feeling in your gut, and your instincts kicked in, and you pulled on whatever before driving over.

As per his instructions, you parked far away, slipping past the distracted security, into the luxurious rental. There half naked tipsy women and flashing lights, and things James would lecture them on littered around, and you felt slightly nauseous .

This wasn’t a setting you wanted to see any of them in, but you clenched your jaw, and looked for familiar faces.

First, you saw Tom near you, his hand sliding appreciatively over the ass of a girl who looked like she would frame her dress after he was done. Across the room, you saw a women watching them, standing a little to straight, hands clenched before she pushed her way out of the space. He must have seen it, too - he was frozen, and you snapped to make him look at you.

You didn’t say a word, just pointed with your thumb, eyes telling him what he needed to hear. He did apologize to the fans around him as he chased after her, and you rolled your eyes. It occurred to you that maybe… maybe that was why he mentioned the party. A strange way of asking someone, anyone who would hold him accountable to be nearby.

That seemed far fetched.

The air smelled like sweat and alcohol and smoke, and you tried not to think about your shoes, sticking ever-so-slightly to the floor, and tried not to wonder how often they did things like this. You were careful of explicit noises before you opened doors and your eyes moved quickly so you wouldn’t and draw attention to yourself.

Next, you found what you were sure your instincts had called you there for. He was in a mercifully quiet room, a little drunk, and a lot broken hearted.

Will was there too and when he saw you he stood, leaving his brother on the ground with his head between his knees.

“You didn’t have to come,” his voice was quiet as his eyes looked you over, trying to understand your intentions. You were sure he’d seen people time and time before try to get close for all the wrong reasons, and actually… thinking of it, you were sure that’s what had happened.

Will didn’t see any of that in you when you shrugged, eyes leveling with his despite the height difference, and he let you come further in.

“You guys have always been more than kind to me,” you said. It’s not that you owed them, it just made it easier to be kind in return.

Pushing aside a couple of cans, you settled next to Ben and held out the water bottle you’d brought. His face was stormy his eyes held hurt through the cloud of alcohol, and he took it.

“’m fine,” he said. Will waited for you to respond, to spout cliches and empty praise or lies and terrible advice. He had seen it all before, too many times.

That didn’t come, either, and when you didn’t say anything and rubbed your hand over his brothers shoulder, he was so grateful it hurt.

Frankie walked into the room, mouth open to check in, to find you running your fingers through Benny’s hair, his head in your lap. You were elbowing Will, laughing about something as his brother sleepily tried to participate.

His heart aching, Frankie left, closing the door hard behind him. He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.

Legs carrying him nowhere in particular, he wasn’t sure who he was frustrated at. Benny or Tom for charming you, dragging you into their lives, bright and shiny and innocent? Santi or Will for being able to talk with you like you had known them forever, to become your best friends like it was effortless?

You, with your open touches and knowing eyes and stupid big fucking heart?

He hated it all so much. Frankie hated it because it felt so good. Watching you act like a sister to his brothers, feeling your eyes on him as he did the one thing he knew how to do, hearing you say honest words for his ears alone - it all felt good, and it was awful. It made him forget who he’d been when he was a rookie, the mistakes he had made, the people they’d hurt while they’d been drunk on petty fame. It made him scared he would forget the lessons he had learned, if he let himself get lost in the good.

The person he was frustrated with was himself. He eyed his teammate doing a line of snow, the music pulsing in his ears, guilt and anxiety chasing him like wolves after prey. The caught him and he inched involuntarily forward, gnawing on the muscle memories of his tongue and heart and thighs.

Then all of a sudden, they were pulled back. Not gone – you were holding them at bay, as your hand touched his arm. Had you... chased him?

God did he want to be the man you though he was.

You didn’t seem interested in that, because you were quiet, telling him that it was good to see him, and to come to Benny, like he was needed. He wanted that – he turned away, back to his friends.

As your hand left his arm, the tips of your fingers trailed and he shuddered, realizing something.

The difference between the good of things that made him a monster, and the good of you was that it was handed to him, easy, full of promises that couldn’t be kept. Creating something good with you was going to be work.

Santi’s words rang in his mind, louder than the terrible music: she'll understand.

Determination flooded him, and he wondered if the wolves, never killed, could be harnessed. Frankie took your hand, relishing how after your initial shock, you laced your fingers with his.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Begone

Streamer Gang & Asexual Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Acephobia, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently come out as asexual, Y/N faces some less than pleasant or appropriate responses in their chat during their stream with the gang. Luckily, they’re not alone in battling the haters this time.

Requested by the lovely Anon who told acephobes to begone, yeah you know who you are hehe. Thank you so much for the request darling! Let’s show these acehobes who they’re messing with! Love, Vy ❤

Boy is this nerve-wrecking or what? Sure, I maybe woke up with a ton of confidence, I listened to motivational and uplifting talks and listened to mood boosting music. I had a healthy breakfast and a cup of coffee. Damn it, I went on a run, all in an attempt to convince myself that dealing with the online world again is but a piece of cake for a badass like me. Well, low and behold, that feeling didn’t last very long. Here I am, chewing my nails off at the though of hopping in the Discord call and Among Us lobby with my friends and starting my stream. It’s not like I’m not expecting my friends and fans to support me - of course I am! I know they’re gonna give me a ton of love and appreciation and support and uplift me no matter what. But then again, there’s still those people who believe me and other people like me to be invalid and broken and whatnot.

Those are the ones I wanna avoid.

It’s not like their words mean much to me but I simply don’t wanna see em, you know? It’s not only about me - it’s least about me actually - it’s more about all those wonderful people they are insulting when they say shit like that about asexuals and all the people on the ace spectrum. I can’t help but flare up and get angry on the behalf of all my ace friends and even people I’ve never met.

It’s also my first time being directly thrown into the fire instead of getting caught in the crossfire seeing as how I came out to my fandom via a tweet and an Instagram post a week ago, telling my identity’s truth: finally bringing my asexuality to the surface to shine its brightest so I can be be my best and reach for my full potential.

But damn am I afraid to see how everyone took it.

My friends were quick to jump in and take me offline before I start refreshing my own posts to see the comments under them. Lord knows that without them I would’ve driven myself insane, I’ll forever be grateful for what they did and the lengths they went to to keep me offline and whatnot. One word to give you an idea of how invested they were in this: origami. All of us might as well have been born with two left hands and yet we still tried doing origami. Freaking origami.

Damn do I love my friends.

But now I don’t have sheets of paper and my friends to distract me. I have a fanbase to entertain and another friend group I haven’t talked to in a while. I don’t wanna get any predictions in already so I don’t jinx myself, so I’m just gonna say it’s gonna be...interesting regardless of what happens.

Then again, when is it not interesting when the streamer gang’s involved.

Deep breaths, Y/N. You got this

Listening to that encouraging little voice inside my head, I finally equip my headphones and in one fluid motion turn my camera on, officially starting my stream and unmuting my mic as I hop in the call with everyone.

“Hi guys! Guess who’s returned!“ I exclaim cheerfully, desperate to hide the nervousness of my voice.

“You really missed your opportunity to say ‘guess who’s back...back again’ didn’t you?“ Charlie is the one who greets me first, sounding rather disappointed in me in his usual jokester manner. It’s nice to hear, it makes me feel like nothing’s changed in the week I’ve been gone. Like I’m still the same person to these people. I really am the same, I just now am a lot better version of myself. Almost as though I’ve reached my final form. It feels empowering really. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Charlie laughs again, “Congrats, by the way. You keep proving you can get cooler and cooler.“

“Careful there Charlie, I can only handle so large of an ego.“ I joke back, rolling my eyes playfully as a wide grin spreads across my face, “No, but seriously, thank you so much, man. It means the world to me that you support me.“

“Um, how could we NOT?“ That’s very clearly Rae, “Hun, you are so brave and amazing and wonderful, how could we ever NOT support you?“

“Yeah, we’ll always support you no matter what, Y/N. We’ll always be your friends, through thick, thin and beyond.“ Poki too interferes, her words only making my smile wider.

“Alright, alright, y’all are gonna make me cry and I haven’t even read my chat yet, hold on.“ I say, fanning my face to dry the tears I hope the webcam isn’t spotting, “Darn, you guys are the best. Sorry, give me a sec to gather my composure, I’ll be right back.“

I quickly mute my in-game mic as I turn to my chat where I see the same amount of love and support in the form of comments and emojis flooding in from my viewers. A warm feeling spreads throughout my chest, making me feel the most comfortable with myself I’ve ever felt. The most loved I’ve ever felt. The most seen and understood. To finally be you feels like you are finally really living in this world, not like you’ve been already living in it for God knows how long. It makes me so freaking happy and fulfilled to finally be living as me, as the real me.

Unfortunately, in life, nothing can be 100% pure and good. There’s always at least 1% there threatening to ruin all your happiness you worked so hard to build or obtain. It may be one in a hundred, but fuck it’s powerful and effective.

And in my case it comes in the form of two comments that stick out to my eyes. Acephobic comments saying my identity’s fake, claiming I’m faking it, saying us acephobes are immature creatures who refuse to grow up, or attention whores. Or just saying we’re delusional and in denial, confused about who we are.

I hadn’t even realized I was clenching my jaw and fists but when I do, I slowly relax my muscles and crack my knuckles before addressing the two people who spat out that nonsense.

“Ok, listen here, shooterpro69 and yourmom_lol. For starters, I want to apologize for your ignorance and lack of education on the matter of asexuality. In fact, for you especially, I plan on making an educational video, explaining asexuality to people who need or want to learn more. You, my friends, are in desperate need to be fed some knowledge cause damn, God knows how many people secretly think you’re hella stupid. Not that they’re wrong to think so but anyway. Unless you have anything nice or positive to say, begone from my chat. Actually, when I think about it, begone from every chat. No one needs you polluting their communities with acephobia and hate.“ I say, all spoken in a calm tone despite the boiling anger within me. People who know me well would probably be able to tell I’m fuming underneath the calm façade, but at least I got my message across loud and clear.

“WOO HOO, You tell em Y/N!“ Toast cheers, clapping his hands and whistling as more cheering arises from each my friends, leaving me in a state of mild shock and confusion.

Wait, what?!

“Um, wait, you guys heard that?“ I ask, my eyes darting to thein-game mic symbol that shows an not crossed-off mic, meaning it was enabled during the entirety of my speech.

“Hell yeah we did! You slayed them, Y/N! Damn goddamn!“ Rae whistles too, her enthusiasm wafting over me like a breath of fresh air.

“I second that!“ Corpse joins in, “And remember what we said - we’ll support you through anything. Need to bury an acephobe’s body, we’re the people you should call.” He says, confident as heck.

And I just can’t hold it in anymore - I burst out laughing, doubling over from the intensity.

If I thought I was happy and fulfilled before, this has to be the closest to paradise I’m gonna get on Earth. All thanks to these wonderful people. Friends are really something else aren’t they: they come into your life - often unexpectedly - and change it completely. Suddenly you’re not alone, you’re not forced to deal with everything and face everything on your own. Someone’s got your back and you’ve got theirs.

Through thick, thin and beyond.

And it’s so fucking amazing.

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The One With Will and JJ’s Wedding - Part 1

Summary: Based off of 7.23 and 7.24 of Friends! Will and JJ’s wedding is approaching and troubles arise when Will starts to panic and doesn't want to go through with it.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 5,115k

A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this but I love Friends and Criminal Minds and this is one of my favorite plot lines ever. I could make this a series if anybody is interested, again I’m new to this and barely even know how to use Tumblr lmao so pls be nice!!! There isn't all that much pairing of Spence and reader here but I really loved writing the relationships between the characters and I’ll def go more into detail in later chapters! If you guys have an Friends episode you would wanna see written with the criminal minds characters, feel free to send me a request! Enjoy!

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

“Do you guys realize that this is the last time we’re all going to be here in O’Keefes as all single people?” JJ sighed, fiddling with her thumbs. You smiled at this, leaning on the arm of the couch, JJ sitting to your right. Emily sat on the couch also, squeezed in next to Garcia. Reid nursed a cup of coffee on the love seat to the left, while Hotch, Rossi and Morgan sat around the small table listening intently to their friend.

“Why, what’s happening to O’Keefes?” Garcia questioned, not understanding what JJ was trying to say.

Everyone just stared at her, used to this kind of behavior, and waited for the lightbulb.

“Ohhh! Right!”

“I cant believe in just two days I’ll be Mrs. LaMontagne. God, it’s just- we’ve been waiting for so long and now the day is finally here,” JJ smiled to herself, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I’m so excited for you, Jaje,” you smiled, resting your hand on her knee and giving it a light squeeze. She placed her hand over yours, “I just can’t help but be nervous, you know?”

“Of course, that’s normal! But actually, it’s been statistically proven that men are more nervous about marriage than woman. About 60% of men get cold feet-“

The sentence was cut short with a yelp as you kicked Spencer in the shin, urging him to stop.

Morgan cleared his throat as JJ laughed nervously. “But that’s not gonna happen... right?”

“Hey, don’t look at me...” Rossi chuckled.

“N-no of course not!” You stammered, trying to calm the bride to be’s nerves. “Spence, what are the statistics of couples that actually end up happy together?”

“Well actually about 50% to 60% of marriages end in divorce, but that doesn’t count factors such as death-“ he started.

“Well would you look at the time, we gotta go!” Garcia said, putting an end to this conversation before it could get any worse.

“Where are you guys going?” Hotch asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“We’re going to pick up the wedding dress and then go have lunch with my Mom,” JJ exclaimed as the girls all stood up to gather their belongings. Morgan got up with them, leaving Spencer, Rossi and Hotch to exchange questioning looks.

“Derek, you’re having lunch with JJ’s mom?” Rossi asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“No... I just heard lunch...”

After lunch, the girls sat around the apartment as JJ went over her list of things that still needed to be done in order for her big day.

“So what else do you have on that list?” Emily asked as she delicately applied a second coat of polish to her right hand.

“Oh, this is a different list. This is my list of all the things that could go wrong at the wedding,” she said as she wrote a couple more notes on the paper before her.

As she was met with silence she continued on, “You know, that way I could be prepared.”

“...Well, what do you have so far?” Garcia chimed in.

“So far I have, my bridesmaids dresses won’t get picked up, my veil gets lost or I don’t have my something blue-“

“Hey! Those are all the things I’m responsible for!” You interrupted, putting your coffee mug down.

“I had to do with the odds, Y/N/N!”

Before you could interject again, Will waltzed through the door. You all greeted him with a smile as he stood behind JJ’s chair, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“What are you guys up to?” He asked, his hands finding their way to JJ’s shoulders.

“Just finishing my list of all the things that could go wrong at the wedding. You can never be too sure,” she shrugged, making a couple of more notes.

Will shook his head laughing, “Oh, relax! Everything will be perfectly fine.”

“Yeah!” You chimed in. “Stop looking for things to go wrong, you don’t want to jinx it!”

“Exactly!” He agreed, walking over to the fridge to grab a beer. “So, who’s excited for 7:00 tonight?”

You all just stared at him as Garcia walked behind JJ, tearing the page off the notepad. “You might want to start a, ‘What Could Go Wrong at the Rehearsal Dinner’ list. One: Will forgets the time.”

“Will! I told you a thousand times it’s 6:30!” JJ huffed immediately scribbling down on her new paper. You grab the notepad and clutch it to your chest. “Will you stop it? He’s just messing with you! He knows it’s at 6:30!” You turn around at his wide eyed figure. “Right?”

“Uh- yeah! I knew it was 7:00 I was just kidding-“

“6:30!” You all yelled in unison.

“That’s what I meant!”

“You’re killing me here, Will!” You whispered before turning back around to your best friend. “Jaje, everything will be perfectly fine! Everything is going to go as planned!”

“She’s right! You need to stop worrying!” Emily laughed, blowing on her nails.

JJ nodded, “Yeah, you guys are right...” She stood up walking to her fiancé, “Can you believe that tomorrow we’re gonna be married?!” He smiled at her before giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Yes, and I’m so excited for you to finally be Mrs. LaMontagne.”

You all smiled at the interaction, none of you could be happier for the pair in front of you.

“I just cant believe we made it!” She swooned, grabbing his hands in hers.

“Well, you don’t have to sound so surprised!” Will scoffed.

“It’s just- never mind.” She started, walking to put some dishes in the sink.

“What?” Will laughed, following her as she walked.

“Well... honestly,” she started, “... ever since we’ve gotten engaged I’ve been waiting for something to... you know, flip you out.”

You all giggled, silently agreeing. It was no question that Will loved JJ, but he had a tendency to overthink.

“Honestly, me too... I keep waiting for something stupid to come up that’ll make me freak out and go all... Will. But nothing has.”

She turned around and smiled at him, caressing his face. “I’m so glad. Thank you so much for staying so calm during all of this.” She placed another kiss to his lips before slipping into the bathroom.

You all sat in comfortable silence for a moment before the phone started ringing. Before anyone could volunteer to answer it, it had stopped, automatically going to voicemail.

“Hi! If you’re calling before Saturday, you’ve reached JJ and Will! But if you’re calling after Saturday, you’ve reached Mr and Mrs. LaMontagne! Please leave a message for the LaMontagnes!”

The girls all giggled, having been there when JJ recorded it, assuming Will had heard it already. You all continued what you were doing and missed the look of panic that was only being discussed not too long ago. Will started to sweat profusely and loosen his tie a bit, feeling he was being choked to death.

The LaMontagnes.

The rehearsal dinner had gone smoothly for the most part, nobody realizing the panic that had been struck into Will just hours before.

Before they knew it, the night had ended and their big day had begun. The girls had been sitting around like they were the previous day, eating breakfast and chatting, excited for what was ahead. JJ was prancing around the apartment, nervously fluffing pillows and moving magazines in a straight line, she had so much adrenaline and didn’t know what to do with it.

Little did she know that across the hall, Spencer and Derek were tearing the apartment apart looking for the groom to be. Will had been staying with them the night before, being that JJ wanted the wedding day to be as traditional as possible, which meant they were not to see each other until she was walking down the aisle.

“Will! Come on, buddy. Time to wake up!” Morgan huffed, knocking on the door.

After no answer, Spencer called, “Will...”

No answer again. The men exchanged questioning looks as came to agreement their next move was to just walk in. Opening the door, they were met with a neatly tucked bed. They looked at each other confused. Derek walked in going to see if there was an trace of where he went as Spencer walked towards the kitchen.

He stopped in his tracks as his eyes met with a piece of yellow paper sitting on the counter. “Morgan...” He started, walking over to read what it said.

“What is it, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked his, standing next to Reid.

“Oh no.”

The boys ran across the hall, knocking feverishly on the door in front of them. They were met with your smile, “What’s up, you guys?”

Your smile quickly faded as you saw their worried faces.

“Is JJ in here?” Morgan asked in a hushed tone.

“She’s steaming her dress, why?” Garcia answered coming behind you.

The boys walked in the door a little further. Spencer looked up at you, pulling the paper out of his pocket. “I think Will’s gone...”

You reluctantly took the paper out of Spencer’s hands, Garcia looking down to read it with you.

“Tell JJ I’m sorry.”

You met Spencer’s eyes with disbelief of what was in front of you. The group had soon enough caught Emily’s attention and she walked over.

“What’s up?” She asked as you placed the note in her hands.

“Tell JJ I’m sorry,” she read aloud. She looked up at Morgan, shoving the note in his hands, “Tell her yourself!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as she attempted to walk away, grabbing her by the forearm and pushing everybody outside the door.

“Oh my God! Will just left her?” You cried, running your hands through your hair.

“Okay, yeah! But maybe it’s not what we think! Maybe it’s, ‘Tell JJ I’m sorry... I drank the last of the milk!” Morgan said, desperately trying to convince himself also.

“Oh!” Garcia nodded excitedly, “Or maybe h- he was writing to tell her that he’s changed his name, you know! Uh- Tell JJ I’m ‘Sorry.’”

You and Spencer looked at each other in annoyance before Spencer whisper shouted, “I think it means he freaked out and left!”

“Don’t he so negative! God, isn’t it possible ‘Sorry’ is sitting in there right now!” Garcia whisper shouted back at Reid.

Spencer put his head in his hands and before it could escalate any further you put your hand on Garcia’s shoulder and said, “Okay, I-I think Spencer is right. What are we gonna do?”

Spencer sighed, “Well, me and Derek are gonna have to go find him and bring him back.” You all nodded in agreement.

“You guys make sure JJ doesn’t find out, okay?” Morgan added, clearly stressed.

You all started to go your separate ways as you noticed Garcia following you and Emily back into the apartment.

“Oh! No you don’t!” Emily started, blocking the door with her arm.

“W-what-“ Garcia stammered confused.

You called back to the boys who were walking out of their apartment again, jackets and phones in hand, “She’s coming with you guys.”

“Good call,” Spencer laughed.

“What are you talking about?!” Garcia huffed looking back and forth between the group.

“Pen, we need JJ to not find out! You’d blow our cover in seconds!” You said nudging her towards the guys.

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair-“

“Babygirl, you know you can’t keep secrets-“

“Oh, fine!” She rolled her eyes, walking away with them.

You and Emily walked back into the apartment as JJ excitedly ran out of her room with wet hair and a robe clinging to her body. “I’m getting married today!” The sentence ended with a yelp as she fell to the floor, you and Emily running to her aid but quickly coming to a halt as she picked herself up, not even phased.

“Think I just cracked a rib...” she started, her smile still intact. “But I don’t care because today’s my wedding day! My day is finally here! I’m gonna start getting ready!” She ran back into the room clapping and squealing.

“You know... she might not even notice he’s gone,” Emily shrugged, attempting to lighten the mood.

Tears prickled at your eyes and you put your head in your hands. “She cant start getting ready! This is too awful!”

“Shh!”

“She’ll be in the gown, and then he won’t show up! And she’s gonna have to take off the gown! It’s gonna be so awful-“ You started, panic running through your veins.

“Y/N, stop it! You cant do this out here!” Emily rolled her eyes, pulling you into the bathroom.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s just so sad!” You cried, gripping the sink and shaking your head.

“You have got to pull yourself together! JJ cant see you like this or else she’ll know something is wrong!” Emily urged rubbing your shoulder in an effort to calm you down.

“I know, I’m sorry. God, there’s no tissue!” You groaned looking around the sink, “Can you grab me some toilet paper?”

There was no toilet paper either, Emily looked down into the trash can. “Oh... I found some...” She hesitantly reached into the can, pulling out some crumpled toilet paper and handing it to you.

“Thank you, Em,” you sniffled, wiping away your tears, “Can I have another one?”

Emily scratched the back of her head, cringing as she looked down at the trash can again. “Sure...”

She pulled the sleeve of her shirt up before reaching in again, pulling out some more. “Need some floss?” She suggested, shaking it in front of you with her hand.

You ignored her as you continued with your tears, “I just cant imagine what is going to happen if Will doesn’t show up.”

Emily continued to look through the can.

“I mean, she’s gonna be at the wedding waiting for him! And people are gonna be whispering, ‘Oh, that poor girl!’ You know! And then she’ll have to come back here and live all alone,” you shook your head, turning to face the previously steamed wedding dress hanging up on the shower rod.

“Oh my God.”

“What?” you asked, eyes never leaving the beautiful dress that you hoped to see your best friend in later that day.

“There was a pregnancy test in the garbage and it’s positive.”

Your eyes widened as you turned to face Emily and the little stick in her hands.

“JJ’s pregnant.”

Your hand instantly shot up to your mouth.

Emily sighed, “So I guess she won’t be totally alone.”

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

“Can you believe it? JJ’s gonna have a baby!” Emily said in disbelief, “Hey, can this count as her something new?”

You were at a loss for words, this was bad.

“Do you think this is why Will took off?”

You shook your head, biting your nails, “No, she had to of just taken this test. I took out the trash last night.”

Emily looked back down at the little stick, “This is turning into the worst wedding day ever! The bride is pregnant, the groom is missing... and I’m still holding this!” She shuddered as she dropped it back into the trash.

“Em...” you started, meeting her eyes, “we cannot tell anyone about this.”

“Right... yeah. Okay,” she nodded standing up from her spot on the toilet seat, you following her movement to the door.

“Wait do you know what kind’ve birth control she was using?”

“No, why?” you asked.

“Just for the future, this is hardly a commercial for it!” You tried to laugh but nothing came out, you were screwed.

“Anything?” You asked as you walked into Spencer and Morgan’s apartment.

“Nothing! And we looked everywhere!” Garcia groaned from her spot on the couch.

You all shook your head in disbelief, this was a nightmare.

“I am going to kick his ass when I see him! I’m starting to think we don’t really even know this guy! I mean think about it, does anybody else ever really understand him when he’s speaking?” Morgan huffed, looking around for an answer.

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, Derek! He’s just freaking out! We should’ve known this was gonna happen sooner or later!”

Reid sighed in a agreement as he met your eyes, “This is bad, you guys. I don’t know where else we should look.”

You ran your hands through your hair, “We’re gonna have to just tell her that he’s gone!” you said as you turned around to walk towards the door.

Spencer jumped up from his seat, “Y/N, no! We can’t!”

“Spence, she’s gonna start getting ready soon!”

“Cant you at least stall her a little?” He pleaded, walking over towards you. “We can go back to some of the places we went last night!”

You looked up at him, he was grabbing your forearm lightly. You could never say no to those eyes.

“Alright,” you sighed, “...how much time do you need?”

“How much time until she absolutely has to start getting ready?” Derek interrupted.

“One hour.”

“Okay, give us two,” he replied, gathering his things from the counter.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, “Then why do you even ask?!”

You all started to walk towards the door. Emily decided to join them, being that they needed all the help they could get. Hotch and Rossi were now in on the plan too and they agreed they should all split up in groups.

“Y/N! There you are!” JJ giggled as she excitedly walked towards you as you entered the apartment. With her cosmetic bag in hand, she sat down at the kitchen table, already spilling out the contents, “So I thought we’d start with my makeup and then do my hair!”

“Okay... uh...” you stammered, “before we do that... I-I need you to talk to me...”

“About what?”

“Um...” you were already cringing at the words about to come out of your mouth.

“I’m never going to get married!” You cried, placing a hand over your face.

JJ rolled her eyes and looked up at you, “Yeah, you will! The right guy is just around the corner... Okay, are we done with that?” she said quickly and continued to look through her makeup bag.

“JJ, I’m serious! Maybe I should just forget about it! I’ll become a lesbian or something...” you rambled on, faking more tears and sitting down next to her, trying to get her attention again.

However, it didn’t work. JJ didn’t even look up at you when she scoffed, “Any woman would be lucky to have you.”

You mentally face palmed. This was getting pathetic, and you couldn’t believe what you were about to say next.

“Maybe it would make me feel better if I just slept with Derek.”

JJ immediately stopped what she was doing and put a hand on your shoulder with wide eyes and a concerned face. “Oh my God, Y/N, are you okay?”

You shook your head quickly and stuffed your face in her shoulder, letting out fake cries.

“What are you doing, man?” Derek huffed as he stood besides Hotch and Penelope in front of Will’s desk at the station.

“I cant believe you guys found me! I knew I should have hid somewhere more secretive!”

Penelope rolled her eyes, “Will! What the hell are you doing?

Will shakily ran a hand through his hair, “Panicking...” he pointed to laptop opened in front of him, “Also trying to prove on the internet that I’m related to JJ.”

The trio was unamused.

Will got the hint quickly and asked, “How is she?”

“She’s fine. She doesn’t know you’re gone,” Hotch spoke up, getting closer to the desk, “and she doesn’t have to know, okay?”

Derek nodded in agreement, “Yeah, come on. We’re going back home-“

“I-I can’t! If I go back, we’re gonna become the LaMontagnes!” Will cut him off, shaking his head, “I can’t be the LaMontagnes!”

“What’s wrong with being the LaMontagnes?” Garcia questioned, clearly not following.

“The LaMontagnes have horrible marriages! All they do is yell and fight, and it never ends up well!”

Hotch, Penelope and Derek looked back at Will, finally understanding. He didn’t talk about it much, but Will and his parents were not close, he was too scarred from what they had put him through growing up to ever reconstruct their relationship.

“Man...” Derek began in an effort to calm him down, “You are nothing like either of your parents! You and JJ would never put each other through anything like that!”

Will thought about it for a second before saying, “I mean, look at Rossi! It’s just been divorce after divorce-“

“Will! Listen to me!” Penelope interrupted walking over to the side of the desk, “Right now, no one has a lower opinion of you than I do... but I totally believe you can do this!”

Will looked at his hands before saying, “I want to. I love her so much. But I’m afraid... this is... too huge.”

“You’re right, it is huge,” Hotch chimed in. He remembered when he was the one getting married and started to sympathize with the nerves of the man in front of him. “Just take it one step at a time. Forget getting married right now, can you just come home and take a shower?”

Morgan nodded in agreement, “Yeah, that’s not scary, right?”

Will slowly started to stand up in agreement and the trio in front of him couldn’t help but smile.

“The nights are the hardest...” you cried, looking down at your hands. JJ rolled her eyes. “But then the day comes... and that’s every bit as hard as the night. Then the night comes again-“

“I get it, okay? The days and nights are both hard!” JJ snapped in frustration. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry but I have to start getting ready. I am getting married today,” she emphasized.

“I know... at dusk. That’s such a hard time for me.”

JJ stood up, not being able to take anymore of your pity party. “Okay. I’m gonna go put my makeup on. We have to be at the hotel in an hour.”

As she started to walk towards the bathroom you jumped up, “W-wait! Let’s go to lunch!”

“I can’t go to lunch!” She shrieked, running into the bathroom.

You were starting to run out of ideas. Throwing yourself to the floor you yelled, “Oh good God, I’ve fallen down!”

JJ stormed out of the bathroom, crossing her arms and looked at you sprawled out on the floor. “What the hell is going on?”

“Alright, JJ, listen...” you said standing up, feeling the tears ready to spill. “When I tell you what I’m about to tell you I need you to remember we’re all here for you and we all love you.”

JJ’s gaze softened, “Y/N/N, you’re really starting to freak me out...”

You looked down at your shaking hands as you whispered, “We can’t find Will...”

And just like that the door opened to reveal a smiling Emily Prentiss holding two big thumbs up.

“...s vest. We cant find Will’s vest-“

“How can that be are you serious?!” JJ cried.

Emily caught on and shut the door walking towards you two, “Found the vest! Well I mean we have to keep an eye on it. You know, to make sure we don’t lose it again!”

JJ instantly relaxed and started laughing, “Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that, okay?”

You both started nervously laughing as she started to walk towards the bathroom to finally do her makeup.

“For a minute there I was like, ‘Oh my God, the worst has happened!’ Phew!”

You and Emily both looked at each other with a sigh of relief.

Derek stood behind Will in the mirror, smoothing down his tux. “See, that wasn’t so scary was it? You put on a tuxedo!”

Will laughed nervously, looking at his reflection, “No... I guess not.”

Spencer smiled, “See, just a little bit at a time.”

“So what‘s the next little bit?”

Derek and Spencer looked nervously at each other, knowing they had to choose their next words very carefully.

“Just uh,” Derek stammered, “Getting married-“

Will let out a girl-like shriek, putting his head in his hands.

“W-woah, relax! You can do it! Just like you’ve done everything else!”

He lifted his head, nodding at Spencer’s words. “You’re right... I can do it. Just excuse me for a minute,” he sighed walking towards the door.

The men shared a skeptical look before Will added, “I’m not gonna run away again! I just need some fresh air.”

The boys reluctantly let Will out of the door and he paced the halls, trying to let all the nerves out. Hearing familiar voices around the corner, Will walked into one of the empty rooms on his left, trying not to be seen. The last thing he needed was to run into JJ in her dress before they were married and ruin this day even more than he almost already did. He soon recognized the voices as Y/N and Emily.

“I just cant believe JJ is pregnant! We gotta make sure we don’t say that too loud in here, you know they frown on that,” Emily said, referring to the church.

Pregnant?! How could it be? They used protection every single time?

All Will could hear was your humorless chuckles and wordless responses to what Emily was saying.

When your voices were gone, he popped his panicked head out of the door and started pacing the other way.

“Hey...” Derek nervously laughed as he entered the bridal suite. He was met with the eyes of JJ’s family members and gave them all a quick wave. “Have any of you seen Will?”

Penelope was fixing her hair in the mirror and quickly turned around, “I thought he was with you!”

Suddenly everyone’s attention was on Derek. “Well... he was,” he awkwardly looked around. “We’re playing a game of hide and seek.”

Penelope’s shoulders relaxed, “Well you can’t ask us, Chocolate Thunder! That’s cheating!” She turned back around scoffing, to continue pulling at little pieces of hair to frame her face. The rest of the room was clearly uncomfortable.

Derek gritted his teeth, “You’re right. Thanks for keeping me honest, Babygirl...” he smiled at the rest of JJ’s family, trying to make sure they didn’t suspect anything.

Walking towards Penelope to tell her Will was actually missing, he immediately came to a halt as JJ and Emily walked in the room.

“JJ, you look beautiful,” he smiled, giving her a hug.

She hugged him tightly and thanked him before asking, “How’s Will?”

Derek paused.

“Great. He’s doing great. Don’t you worry about Will!” he nervously chuckled before turning his attention back to the other side of the room. “Penelope, Emily, will you help me with something outside?”

The girls nodded and followed him out, Penelope closing the door behind them.

“Will is gone again!”

“Oh my God!” Penelope cried, “Why would you play hide and seek with someone you know is a flight risk!”

Derek rolled his eyes before turning his head and seeing the man of the hour walking with a small gift bag.

“Hey- There he is!”

“What-“

Without thinking Derek sprinted towards the man, tackling him on the floor. “You’re not getting away this time-“

“What are you talking about- I’m not trying to leave! I-I know about JJ.” He groaned, pushing Morgan off of him and standing up.

“You know?” Emily asked in disbelief.

“Know what?” Garcia chimed in, matching Derek’s expression of confusion.

“I heard you and Y/N talking...” Will answered.

“Talking about what?” questioned Derek, looking around confusingly.

“Oh my God... You know.” Emily whispered.

“Can someone tell us what the hell is going on right now-“ Penelope exclaimed.

“JJ’s pregnant.”

The pair looked at each other in shock, and broke out in smiles as Will pulled out a tiny onesie.

“Anything this tiny can’t be so scary.”

The ceremony had begun and all the guests had taken their seats. Rossi took his rightful spot in the center, being that he would be the one to officiate the wedding. Will was accompanied by his parents down the aisle and one after the other, the bridesmaids and the groomsman met in the middle and followed. It went Emily and Hotch, Derek and Penelope and then it was time for you to meet Spencer. It was the first time you had seen each other dressed up. The day had been so hectic you hadn’t had the chance to run into one another. He looked handsome in his suit, his hair so perfectly messy, and it took everything in you to not sprint over to him and run your hands through it.

Spencer was speechless, He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you walking towards him to meet in the aisle. You looked gorgeous in your light blue bridesmaid dress that hugged you perfectly. Your hair was pulled back on the sides, a few pieces hanging and your makeup was elegantly placed, highlighting all the features he loved.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as you met up and linked arms. The blush spread through your cheeks like a wildfire and you prayed the camera couldn’t pick it up.

“Thank you,” you whispered back. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

As it came time to part from him, you slowly unlinked your arms and walked to your respective sides, but not before giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He smiled at that.

JJ had walked out and tears were brought to not only Will’s eyes, but everyone else’s. She looked gorgeous and you couldn’t help but feel ecstatic for her as you knew she had been waiting for this moment her whole life.

Rossi had soon announced them husband and wife and everyone had cheered as they kissed one another. It was truly a moment of bliss.

“I love you,” Will whispered while cupping JJ’s cheek, “and I know about the baby too.”

“What baby?” JJ laughed.

“Our baby.”

“We have a baby?”

“Emily found your pregnancy test in the bathroom-“

JJ looked at him confused, “I didn’t take a pregnancy test...”

“Then who did?”

You, Emily and Penelope stared at the two in awe.

“Just look at them, they’re so happy.” Emily gushed.

“And they’re gonna have a baby!” Penelope smiled.

You nodded nervously, the wave of nausea hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“Wait- Penelope knows now too?!”

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weasleymalfoypotter · 3 years

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i hate you (but not really) pt3

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!potter reader

part 1 here | part 2 here

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 2k

warnings: slight angst, mentions of abuse, use of ‘mudblood’ , fluff at the end, cussing i think

A/N: AHHHH thank you guys for all the love on the first two parts i’m so glad you liked it!! sorry for the slow burn but i promise it picks up in this one. i hope you guys like it and feel free to comment what you think and reblog!

i went to the great hall for breakfast and this time, i decided to tell harry, ron, and hermione what draco said. i usually sit at the gryffindor table with them anyways so it was unusual. as soon as i sat down i spoke before whatever they were talking about distracted me.

“you will never believe what draco said to me last night” harry’s face immediately contorted just by the mention of draco malfoy talking to his sister.

“draco? malfoy? what happened?” ron immediately questioned. i told them the whole encounter word for word. i wish i couldn’t capture their faces.

“he’s a bloody genius” harry stated. i raised my eyebrows at that. “he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s just trying to mess with you” he said with a mouth full of food.

“that’s exactly what i thought, but it’s still so weird” i looked around the room and saw him sitting at the slytherin table and immediately looked back at my brother. “i would honestly rather go back to trying to jinx each other in the hallways”

“maybe he’s not messing around.” all of our heads turned towards hermione so fast i thought our necks would break. “oh gee don’t give me that look, but think about it. it may only be the second day but usually he takes the first day to make sure all muggleborns know they’re ‘inferior’ i haven’t gotten my yearly first day mudblood comment. maybe he’s not kidding, maybe he’s trying to be...better?” HA okay mione. sure. ron’s voice broke me out of my disbelief

“she’s kind of got a point. let’s wait and see what he does the rest of the week. i’d honestly rather you be subject to flirting than him indoctrinating first years with his blood superiority nonsense.” i slowly nodded in agreement. ron had a point. but it doesn’t make sense. there’s no way that draco actually likes me. i shoved it out of my mind and tried to forget about it.

“listen i’ve got to get to the library before transfiguration so i’ll see you all in hagrids class”

we said our good byes and i continued to walk and think about the book i needed before a voice interrupted me.

“talking about me during breakfast i presume” i recognized his voice instantly and when i turned my head to my left, sure enough. the unmistakable platinum blonde hair and the extra foot he had on me walking step in step with me.

“and what makes you think that?”

“the obscene amount of times i saw you mouthing my name” he spoke with a smile. of course he was enjoying this. “i don’t mind it really, i like knowing y/n potter is thinking about me” merlin if he doesn’t stop looking at me like that.

“i am not thinking about you.” i looked up at him as i said it. man he was really tall. he didn’t say anything. he just smirked. “what makes you think that i’m thinking about you? i assure that i’m not. stop looking at me like that” my eyebrows were furrowed as i spoke.

“headed to the library?” why is he changing the subject? well if i told him, he would probably follow me. but there’s no where else around here that i could pretend to be going to.

“yes i need to get a book before class”

“i’ll come with you” no.

“no” i laughed out. he turned his head to look at me and he stopped. i moved in front of him and looked up, staring straight into his eyes.

“what game are you playing draco?”

“i’m not playing a game”

“we both know that’s a lie. you’ve been weird ever since the train ride. you’ve been...flirting. it’s weird. i know you’re just trying to get under my skin so stop.” maybe i could get some answers here.

“did you ever think maybe i wasn’t playing a game? maybe i actually like you? maybe on the train i realized i don’t hate you as much as we all thought? maybe the fact that you are the only person at this school who has managed to get under my skin is because i like you?” i was at a loss for a response. he’s playing me. there’s no way he’s not. but maybe mione was right. then again, she’s always right.

“why?”

“what?”

“if you like me so much, why? you don’t know me well enough to know that you like me. you don’t know anything about me really. so why?” he scoffed, smirked, ran his hand through his hair and looked back down at me.

“you really think i don’t know anything about you?” i nodded my head and he took a breath before speaking again. “okay how’s this. i know that you absolutely love reading muggle fiction and it only takes you two days to read a 200 page book. i know you drink coffee about 3-5 times a day because you are literally an addict and if you don’t then your poor brother is usually subject to your attitude. i know that you refuse to have orange juice and bacon at the same time during breakfast and godric knows why. i know that when you’re anxious you play with your necklace but only with your left hand and you stare at the ground. i know that before a quidditch game you always take a minute to talk to your dad. i could go on and on which sounds stalkery but believe it or not, i know you.” flabbergasted. i have loved that word since i was four years old and it’s the only way to describe my current state. what the hell? i actually didn’t think it was creepy or stalkery. i thought it was sweet. “i let you think on that.” he probably caught on to the fact that i was flabbergasted and decided to let me process that. honestly i was processing not just what he said but what i felt. what do i feel? i have no idea but it’s not hatred and i thought that was all i could feel for draco malfoy. i stayed there in the hallway after he walked away until i had to get to transfiguration. he would be there.

for the next week it was just flirting. he wouldn’t stop flirting with me. he was relentless. i never told harry, ron, and hermione because they would probably murder draco and i would like them not to be expelled. honestly i liked it being my secret. we had enough going on right now anyways. and i’d be lying if i said he wasn’t getting to me. i’d be lying if i said i didn’t look forward to him talking to me. it was always short and i would scoff and smile and walk away. he would never flirt while other people were around but he did start to leave everyone alone. no mudblood comments, no teasing, no tripping in the hallway, no jinx’s, no pranks. he really just let everyone be.

when i got to my dorm on friday night i saw something on my bed. a piece of parchment folded in half.

meet me in the astronomy tower at 8:00

-D.M.

oh boy. what does he want? one part of me has been telling myself that he’s just bored and he’ll be done within the next week. the other part of me stats up at night wondering how i feel about this. do i like draco? i have no idea. i have a million other things to think about too. the entire world thinks that harry and i are wack jobs who just want attention, umbridge is absolutely insane, and i’ve been drained ever since i got to school and i know it’s because of the connection to death eaters. we know that draco malfoy, vincent crabbe, gregory goyle, and theodore nott all are the children of death eaters. they’re all in the same school and house as me so we’re always in the same vicinity. their connection to voldemort isnt enough to make me feel pain, but it is enough to drain me of a lot of my energy. it doesn’t help that i have quidditch, prefect duties, and a full course load with O.W.L.’s this year. so honestly i don’t know if i can be dealing with draco right now. not to mention his connection to his father is one of the reasons i’m exhausted. but i decided to go to the astronomy tower just out of curiosity.

i finally got to the top of the stairs and right on time too. he was already there, standing by the ledge just looking around, hands in his pockets. he turned when he heard my footsteps and smiled when he saw me. he opened his mouth to say something, closed it, took a breath, then began to speak.

“it’s really nice out tonight”

“yeah” i looked around. i had no idea what to talk about, but he did.

“date me” oh merlin

“what?” that escalated rather quickly.

“i said date me. you know that i like you, i know that you feel something for me, i can see it. so date me”

“draco i-“ he cut me off before i could continue

“don’t say you can’t because we both know that isn’t true”

“but i can’t”

“why?” he wasn’t upset or angry or sad. he was calm.

“because draco i have no idea how to trust you. i have no idea how to believe any of this. you have done horrible things over the years. i cant just excuse that. you have called my best friend a mudblood countless times, you’ve bullied my other best friend and his siblings for their family’s finances, you’ve tried to get hagrid fired multiple times, you tried to have buckbeack killed, i could keep going but you get the point.” i looked anywhere but him as i spoke with my voice raised just under a yell. he sighed

“do you really think i wanted to do any of that?” i looked back at him quizzically. “do you really think i believe in all that blood superiority nonsense?”

“what else am i supposed to believe draco?”

“y/n i’ve hated every bit of what i’ve done. i never wanted to do it. i don’t believe in any of that crap. it’s not an excuse but believe me i’ve hated myself for everything that i’ve done to you and your friends and i’ve wanted nothing more since first year to sit down with you four and apologize.” i was looking into his eyes as he spoke. his voice was raised and he was taking a breath. i wanted to believe him, i really did.

“then why did you do it?” he wouldn’t look at me.

“when your father beats you for telling him that the muggleborns you know aren’t bad wizards you start to do whatever he tells you. i did everything he wanted me to. whatever he expected of me, i did it. he knows everything, he knows what i do and don’t do and i’ve been terrified of him for years. so i do what he wants. i hate it but he beat it into me since i was a kid.” i didn’t know what to say. his voice was breaking and his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. but i still don’t know how to believe him.

“how do i believe that. how do i believe what your telling me?” my voice was soft. we looked into the others eyes for a moment before he took off his ring. oh. he closed the space between us, grabbed my hand and put his ring in it.

“that’s how” he still had my hand in his and i was searching his mind. he was telling the truth. for the first time ever i knew draco malfoy. everything i saw wasn’t the draco i thought i knew since first year. he was different. he was real. i turned my head up at him and he looked down at me. our eyes were locked and i reached up, pulled his face to meet mine, and kissed him.

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www-neverlandsweirdo · 4 years

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Newt X Sick!Reader AU

"Where do you think your going?"Newt asked,looking up from the comic book he was reading. "Nowhere."Sonya answered innocently.Newt looked at his sister,she was wearing a lavendar colored hat,winter boots,jeans,a winter coat and had a lather backpack on her back. "Going to see a boy?"He asked suspiciously. "No!Im just going to see my friend."She answered.Newt grinned. "Ill drive you then."He said,standing up.Sonya rolled her eyes.Every Wednesday and Saturday she would dissapear for hours before coming home and pretended like she had been there the whole time. "Come on,im driving you."Newt said putting on his jacket.

Sonya groaned before opening the door and stomping outside. "Where does this friend of your's live?"Newt asked as they walked to the car,Sonya got in,sitting in the passenger seat.Newt unlocked his door before sitting down and starting the car. "Where does this friend of yours live?"Newt asked as he put on his seat belt. "The hospital."Sonya answered casually,scrolling through the photos on her phone.Newt looked at her. "Are you serious?"He asked skeptically. "Yes im serious,she has no family to visit her so I do,"Sonya stated before showing him her phone. "that's a picture of her."Sonya told him.He looked at the photo.It was a teenage girl the age of 16 or 17,she had soft looking (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair,bright and beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes that were looking directly at the camera,her (Y/S/C) skin was extremely pale,an oxygen tube on her nose and an I.V in her hand. He didnt want to admit it but she was gorgeous.Absolutely gorgeous.

"What's her name?"He asked. "(Y/N)"Sonya answered,pulling her phone away from him. "Can I meet her?"Newt asked as he pulled out of the driveway. "Yeah I guess."Sonya sighed. "Which hospital?"He asked as he reached the beginning of their street. "Gladeville childrens."Sonya answered. "How long has she been there?"Newt asked,turning off of there street in the direction of the hospital. "Since she was thirteen."Sonya replied.That hit Newt like a punch in the face.That meant (Y/N) had been in the hospital for four years. "W-What's wrong with her?"Newt asked. "Uh...Bad lung,bad kidney and now she has two broken ribs."Sonya sighed. "But...she's okay?"Newt asked. "Yeah...she's just on a lot of medication."Sonya sighed again.Newt felt awful.Poor (Y/N),he could only imagine how terrible it must be to be stuck in a hospital all day. He parked in a parking lot that was close to the entrance.They got out of the car and walked into the hospital in silence.Sonya approached the front desk.

"Here to see (Y/N)?"The woman asked.She nodded. "Who's this?"The woman asked,looking at Newt's tall figure. "My brother Newt."Sonya explained. "Well i'm sure (Y/N) would love to have a new visitor."The woman smiled.Newt and Sonya walked to the elevator and got off at the third floor.Newt followed Sonya as she walked down to the last room and knocked on the door,waiting a moment before opening the door.She walked in. "Hey (Y/N)!"She greeted the (Y/H/C) girl. (Y/N) smiled weakly at her. "Hey Sony."She said quietly. "Um,my brother wanted to meet you."Sonya said,gesturing for Newt to come into the room. "Hello Love."He waved,smiling slightly. (Y/N) blushed slightly at his nickname for her. "Hi."She smiled. "My names Newt."He introduced. "(Y/N)"she grinned.She was a bit skinnier then she had seemed in the picture and had a oxygen tube around her nose and an IV in her hand.

"How are you feeling?"Sonya asked. "Well,Nemo was on today so that was great and the new medication is TERRIBLE!"She groaned.Sonya chuckled. "Well,its almost lunch time...What do you want to eat?"Sonya asked. "Well,I cant eat anything to heavy so.... (Y/F/T) pancakes." (Y/N) answered. "Alright,do you want some water to?"She asked. (Y/N) nodded. "And Newt,just stay here and dont break anything."Sonya stated before leaving the room. "Its awfully dark in here,do you want me to open the curtains?"Newt asked. (Y/N) nodded.He limped over to the window and opened the curtains,allowing the light of the December afternoon into the room.He smirked,leaning against the wall as (Y/N) gazed in awe at the snowflakes that slowly fell from the sky. "You like snow?"He asked. (Y/N) smiled. "Yeah,I havent been outside in a long time though."She mumbled. "Why not?"He asked. "I cant really get up."She giggled slightly. "Oh...I-im sorry i didnt know."Newt said apologetically. "Its fine,its been around thirteen years."She mumbled.

"I thought you've been in this hospital for four years..."He mumbled. "I came here after the boston hospital."She explained. He began feeling awkward. "So...Nemo huh?"He asked awkwardly. (Y/N) giggled. "I like disney movies."She smiled. “I’ve been in the hospital all my life so I have to grow up fast.”She sighed. “I really like the lion king...have you ever seen it?” Newt Asked. “No,can say I have.”She mumbled. “Who’s your favorite Disney character?”Newt Asked. “Hmmm....” (Y/N) thought. “I like (Y/F/D/C).”She smiled. Newt chuckled. “Yeah, He/She is pretty cool.”He agreed.A loud beeping noise came out of something that was on one of the machines. “What was that?”He panicked. “Don’t worry,that just means the nurse is coming to check my vitals.”she giggled. “Oh...I thought I killed you.” Newt chuckled,causing (Y/N) to grin. “You’re funny.”She mumbled. “Thankyou.”He blushed slightly.There was a knock at the door before a short woman with red hair that was wearing a nurses out fit walked in. “How are we doing today sweetheart?”She Asked.

“Eh...Could be better.” (Y/N) mumbled. “Better how?”The nurse asked,checking her clip board. “I could not be in a hospital and my mom could still love me.” (Y/N) said sarcastically. “But medical wise I’m sort of okay...” (Y/N) smiled. The nurse put a clip on her finger before writing down the numbers on her clipboard.The nurse then walked over to the counter and pulled out a syringe and filling it with a clear liquid. (Y/N) held out her forearm,being careful of the IV.The needle was about an inch long and the nurse walked over to her. “Alright,you may feel just a tiny little pinch,it will only sting for a moment.”She smiled, (Y/N) looked at Newt, rolling her eyes,causing him to nearly chuckle.The nurse took out the needle. “I’ll be back around dinner time to check on you again.”The nurse smiled before leaving the room.

“I’m guessing you don’t like her very much.” He chuckled. “It’s not really that I don’t like her,it’s just she is so condescending.” (Y/N) sighed.Newt chuckled. “I’m sorry,I feel bad...”He Said quietly. “Dont Be.” (Y/N) smiled.Sonya then walked in carrying a plate. “I got the pancakes.”She smiled,putting the plate on the tray table. “It’s almost Christmas.” Newt Said loudly. Sonya and (Y/N) looked at him.There was a moment of silence before bursting into laughter. “What about it?”Sonya Asked. “Well maybe we can see if we can get a decoration or two for this room.”Newt Said looking around at the yellow walls that had a couple of blue and purple polka dots on it. “I don’t like Christmas that much...A lot of fundraisers go on in the hospital and they make us decorate cookies and gingerbread houses.” (Y/N) sighed,pouring some maple syrup on her pancakes.

“Well that doesn’t sound too bad.”Newt grinned. “Everyone else gets visitors except me,it’s embarrassing.”She mumbled. “We can visit you.” Newt and Sonya said at the same time. “JINX!”they said again. “JINX AGAIN!”they almost shouted. (Y/N) laughed. She began eating her pancakes. “You guys have family to celebrate Christmas with,you don’t have to visit me.”She smiled.

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