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dimonds456 · 1 year

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Alright guys, sit down, I have to tell you all something very important. It's something you already know, but you NEED to hear this again.

You only get ONE life.

You only get one shot at this. You only get one lifetime to live it to your definition of the fullest, be that skydiving, entrepreneurship, or a quiet marriage. You only get one shot to tell people the things you need to tell them. You only get ONE shot to make yourself happy.

Yes, we have many, many, MANY years and many, MANY, MANY opportunities to start any of these! But... do you really want to do that on your deathbed? After you can look back and decide if you were happy with your life or not? When it's too late to change it?

I phrased this as doom and gloom on purpose, so allow me to elaborate and bring this back down a notch.

This post is about love. Straight-up. You only get ONE life, and I want you to take a moment right now and ask yourself if you're satisfied with how you view the world. Forget your living situation or your mental state for just a moment! How do you like your view of the world?

Is it a dark, disgusting thing, filled with smog, hatred, and fire? Is it a bright, beautiful thing filled with Good Vibes™ and sunshine? Or is it somewhere in the middle? Don't take these words literally. If you were to tell me if you think Earth is a good place to live, what would your honest answer be?

Now, let's go smaller. What is your honest opinion of your own world. Not fictional, real. Your circle of friends. the news you see. You personally. Now, how do you view the world? Did your answer change?

Now, let's ask this: what can you do to improve your opinion of the world?

Your personal sphere is the more important example, here, but this does apply to overall as well. If you're not happy in your own sphere, then you NEED to make a change. Stop reading bad news. Take a breath and leave arguments. Go watch that show you've been putting off. Your Steam library needs dusting.

You only get to live one life. So why are you letting yourself be miserable?

Dogs are real. Cats are real. Music is real. Soft, huggable plushies are real. The sun, fluffy clouds, your friends, potential friends you've never met yet, and you. You are real.

Take a breath. Breathe it in. You are real.

You have the capability to make your own choices.

You have the capability to choose when to hold on or let go of a thing or person.

You have the capability to say no to someone.

You have the capability to do the things you want to do, no matter how bleak your situation looks right now.

And doesn't that sound amazing?

Why do we hold on to hatred? Is hating someone really making you happy, or is it putting words in your mouth?

You don't have to like everyone. Far from it. If you don't like someone, we live in a day and age where avoiding them has never been easier. Block, report, drive away, walk. Anything works.

But you don't have to hate, either.

I'm almost done, I promise, but I want to tell you one more important thing. You probably already know this one, too, but you need to hear it anyway.

Hatred comes from love.

That seems really weird, right? Contradictory? Well, it is!

Hatred of a person could start because someone you love got hurt, or someone you love said bad things about someone else. Hatred could come from witnessing someone you love get hurt by an entire group, or one person. Or, it could come from watching a clip on the news. It could come from listening to your family talk about how much they hate a group, and then you'll hate that group, too, because you love your family.

That's all it is.

Any form of hatred can be broken down in this way. We hate because we feel that something or someone we love is violated, and we want to protect them. This can be from things like lions, tigers, plagues, and oceans, but it could also be from race, sexuality, bodily autonomy, countries, or your very own neighbors

But... is that hatred justifiable?

Can you really hate the entire ocean because your friend almost drowned there? Can you really hate a lion for needing to eat? Can you really hate someone who just wants to feel right in this world?

Cuz guess what?

You only have ONE SHOT at life.

But so do they.

Every creature needs to eat, no matter what your relationship with their prey is. The ocean isn't even alive, your fellow man was just unprepared to face it, and that's no one's fault. And that trans person wants to live their life to the fullest, too, whatever their definition of fullest is.

Now that I have the transphobes' attention, is hating this group making you happy?

I'd bet the majority of you say yes, right? But stop and think about this. Really, really think about this. What is something you've always wanted to do? Paint? Fly? Study? It can be anything.

Now, is hating a group of people in any way getting you closer to that dream?

...

No, right?

So why are you wasting the energy?

This goes about any group, too. Jewish people, people of color, gay people, muslims, disabled people, ect. Is hating this group of people who also only get ONE shot really making you happy? Helping you achieve your dreams?

No, right?

So why are you wasting the energy?

Now, if a group IS getting in the way (or trying to get in the way) of you trying to achieve those dreams? Great! I hate fascism, too! But now you know why.

You only get ONE shot at life. The choices you're making now are building up to a grander whole, a tapestry you will see as you lay on your death bed. Did you live a good life?

Yes, we struggle. There are times when it's fucking unfair. The world seems out to get us sometimes, but that's not your fault. Your responsibility then becomes what you choose to do with those struggles. Crumple under them, or push through? It's easy to fall apart, but so, so worth it in the end to get that 1st place ribbon you've always wanted.

So, how can you improve your worldview today?

#sorry this is so long i've been thinking about this a lot #call me an optimist all you want (and you're right) but things DO suck right now #hi hello i'm trans and gay and disabled #so i get it life fucking sucks #but we only get ONE.#i want to do the best with my time here. maybe impact a few lives.#living life to the fullest for me is much more down to earth than a lot of people's definition of that is #but i dont care #i want to make people happy and then go out with a bang #i dont want to hate people #unless they're actively hurting those around them (fascism) and doing it on purpose then we can arm ourselves here #fighting back against hatred- things like cops or jk rowling- doesnt happen with more hatred #it happens via community #it happens via a stronger love #love that brings people together for more reasons than hatred #because a love formed on hatred isn't love at all #it's just more hatred #anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk. i gotta eat something before work #dimond speaks #ask to tag

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rootbeerworshiper · 2 months

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Summer (part 1/3)

Reader x Matt Sturniolo

summery: summer camp has always been your favourite thing, but as you enter you last year at the camp, as a councillor, you meet someone that changes everything.

warnings: none other than swearing and mention of a parent passing

credits to @inlovewithmattstur for helping me figure out an ending !

part 2 here

enjoy!!!

love, sienna <3

you have always been referred to as a “goody two shoes” by practically every person in your life. it wasn’t a nickname you were fond of, but based on the way you always had a book in your hands and the way you never broke a single rule, they weren’t entirely wrong.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about living your teenage life to the fullest with parties and boys, you’ve thought about it every waking second because deep down you felt like you were wasting your adolescence on abiding by the rules adults set in place.

something as silly as a single nickname weighed on your head more than you’d like to admit, was it negative? was it just another way to call you a nerd?

you weren’t sure, and honestly it’s probably better you don’t know. blissful ignorance is just that, blissful.

so here you are, sat on a bus in mid july, sporting your two dutch braids and overall shorts, as you make your way to summer camp.

this year was different than the last few, because you were finally old enough to be a councillor, although it’s silly, you actually love kids, and you love camp.

which all adds to your iconic nickname, because what teenager is excited for summer camp? not most.

something about summer was special to you. most kids like summer because it’s a break from school, but you liked it for almost every other reason.

you liked it for the late night swims with your best friend who’s asleep beside you, you liked it because the abundance of wildlife brings you peace, and you like it because it’s the one time of year your hardworking dad can take a week off.

that and summer camp of course.

you’ve been going since you were 7 and you almost never got homesick because you loved it so much. except for when you peed the bed that one time, then you really wanted to go home.

regardless, the pure essence of being surrounded by log cabins and bright stars was enough to bring you peace, and when you add on swimming with your best friends and getting pushed on the camp swings, you were in heaven.

practically everyone that goes to your camp, you’ve grown up with, and they’re all like your temporary best friends for the summer.

well besides Amara, you and her have been friends since preschool and the two of you were practically inseparable. she was the sister you never had and you were hers.

speaking of family, your family life was a little bit rough. when you were 12 your mom passed away from brain cancer. the doctors gave her two weeks after the diagnosis, but a mere 6 days later she was gone.

you never understood how death happens so fast, how people can be gone from the earth in a blink of an eye with nothing but fond memories left behind.

at the time it felt like it was the end of the world. you and your mom were always close, you told her anything and everything as you procrastinated going to sleep on a school night.

it was impossible to not feel alone. sure, you had your dad and Amara, but no one could ever compare to the mother-daughter relationship you held so close to your heart.

like a constant void within you that would never be filled again.

it took weeks for you to “move on” although obviously, you never would. but soon enough you began leaving your room and eating full meals, and at the time, that was everything.

routine wasn’t easy for you, but it kept you stable. reading books all night and getting good grades became a form of therapy for you because it was all in your control, and you craved control more than anything after she passed.

other than the general sadness of losing your built in best friend, financially your dad struggled. he did whatever he could to provide for you, but with the rapid inflation and one singular income, it wasn’t easy for him.

your mothers passing made you and him closer, but you both mourned the main person who connected you, and it was hard for it to feel the same without her.

at camp, you could forget about this all and live in the moment, actively becoming the person you want to be.

so although you may be referred as a goody two shoes because of it, none of that really got you because you were happiest at camp, and that’s all that mattered.

you were never able to fall asleep in a moving vehicle, brain moving faster than the bus you were in, so you just read yet another romance novel as Amara slept soundly in your lap.

thirty more minutes until everything would be okay again—till you could breathe again.

the time flew by as you read, it’s what you loved most about it. it passed time and you were able to indulge in the words on the page, forgetting about your own sad life.

soon enough you saw the familiar forests and you knew you were getting close. “Amara wake up” you whispered as you rubbed the blondes back.

Amara was everything you wished you were. she’s charismatic, more beautiful than any other person you’d ever met, and most of all she had a sense of balance that made you jealous.

she was able to go to parties and have boys wrapped around her finger all while getting good grades and maintaining a good relationship with her parents.

you loved her, but it was hard not to feel your heart hurt as she rejected yet another guy who fell to her feet. it was exhausting to witness.

she furrows her eyes shut, rubbing her face as she wakes up. “good morning” she smiles. somehow she looks beautiful right as she wakes up—that could never be you.

“it’s three pm but okay” you put your bookmark in between the pages of your book, shoving it into your tote bag that resides on the bus floor as your friend situates herself next to you.

“are you excited?” she asks, grabbing a brush from her own bag, hoping to brush through her ruler straight hair and look more desirable.

she knows the answer to her question, because the answer is the same every year. “i am” you smile like a kid on Christmas morning.

once she’s done brushing her hair next to you, she leans back into the seat, placing her head on your shoulder. “i heard camp councillors do way more crazy shit” she pokes your arm, teasing you without needing to say anything, because you knew what she meant. “my friend told me that when she was a councillor, they all snuck out and got drunk by the lake”

you just roll your eyes and place your own head onto hers. “when have i ever come off as someone that’s itching to get cold and plastered with a bunch of random teenagers?”

“cmon you’re older now, you could try and have some fun” she groans. “soon you’ll be in college and then you’ll be too busy to do stuff like this”

she’s right of course, she usually is. you had planned to go to Boston University and get a degree in english, hoping to maybe become a writer someday, but you didn’t tell many people that.

it’s embarrassing the high hopes you have for yourself—sometimes you can’t help but feel completely delusional.

you’re mom was the one person who fully believed in you. sure, Amara and your dad were supportive, but you could tell they were worried about your career choice, and that was probably the rational thought process to have.

“we’ll see” you say, knowing full well you won’t be doing anything crazy. it’s just easier to give Amara a small beacon of hope every once and a while.

you look out the window the see your camp sign with a bunch of kids lined up for registration at the main cabin. you missed this more than ever and you’re sad that is is your last year.

everything goes according to plan which you are grateful for. some councillors came early to assist in the registration process but you and Amara decided against that.

it feels like home here. the dragonflies flying past you as you walk towards your cabin on the dirt road while the red duffel bag on your shoulder weighs you down. it’s also the hottest day of the year which causes you to squint your eyes slightly as you walk towards where you’re going.

theres around 8 different cabins for campers and a designated councillor for each. they’re close enough in proximity that it’s not a hassle to go between the two which is a relief because you’d be walking to Amaras cabin constantly.

soon enough you make it to your designated cabin and begin to unload your stuff, which doesn’t take long seeing as you packed light. you had grown pretty accustomed to packing for camp and you’ve really narrowed down your long list of stuff over the years.

the campers aren’t in the cabin yet but they will be soon, and that’s when the chaos will begin. until then though, you plan to go help Amara unpack in her cabin, walking out the door of you’re own.

you suddenly bump into someone you hadn’t seen here before, a sharp pain now lingering on your right shoulder as you fall onto the small pebbles scattered on the ground. you groan out in pain but ultimately go to apologize to the figure as you begin to stand up.

that’s when you fully take in the boy your looking at. he’s straight out of a book in the best way possible, wavy brown hair that’s split down the middle, a few strands placed on his face. his eyes are a light shade of blue that make you want to melt onto the floor with the way the sun reflects off of them, as beautiful as he is, he doesn’t look pleased.

another thing you make note of is his few piercings, a few on his ear and one on his nose—for whatever reason it weirdly made him more attractive to you.

“watch where you’re walking” he mumbles under his breath, ultimately continuing in the same direction he started in.

you wipe your dirty hands on you shorts. “oh yeah uh sorry” you almost call out as his back now faces you, eyes trained on the ground ahead of him. “asshole” you whisper under your breath.

most people at this camp were kind, it was rare someone here wasn’t as excited as you were to be attending, but as your eyes follow the boy, you know he’s one of few who’d rather be anywhere else.

you try to get the thought of him out of your head. not only was he rude but there was also something intriguing about him that weighed on you.

he had a look in his eyes that you were drawn to more than the colour of them, a look of hopelessness that drove you insane.

you weren’t even sure why he was here, some random guy who looks like he hates his life wearing a hoodie on the hottest day.

it was all weird, but you try your best to shake the thought of him out of your head as you walk to Amaras cabin.

the next few hours go as normal. you help Amara unpack her cabin which is help she desperately needed.

you’ve never understood how you could be best friends with someone so different from yourself.

by now it’s evening, the sun is still shining fully as you make your way to the dining hall with you cabin. the kids are chaotic, but for the most part they listen to you, and you appreciate it.

naturally you are a leader, which stems from your need to be in control— it works for this job, so for the time being, you get teased slightly less by your peers.

once your kids are sat at the long table, with food on their plates, you take a moment to look around the hall—subconsciously looking for the boy you had your interaction with earlier in the day.

as your eyes trail across the tables placed accordingly in the hall, you see every face but his.

“councillor when can we leave?” a small hand pokes your arm, snapping you back into reality.

you smile down at the girl and place your arm on her shoulder. “just a few more minutes” she groans but ultimately agrees.

looking around once more you finally see him, and to your immediate surprise, you find out that he’s a camp councillor.

councillors are usually people that have gone to the camp growing up and yet here is a boy you’ve never seen before, helping some kid open the ketchup container.

the boy was immediately blunt with you, rude even, but here he is with a new sense of purpose in his eyes and if you look close enough you could see a small smile.

this alone could send you into a spiral.

you never liked the idea of someone disliking you, even if you also didn’t like them—you had wrapped your head around the idea that the brunette boy was just mean to everyone, but the way he talks to kids has you thinking differently.

weirdly enough you’re hurt.

hurt over someone you’ve barley even spoken to all because there was a small glimmer of hope that sparked within you that he’d offer you a helping hand off the ground.

you should have known your life isn’t one that’s capable of being in one of the romance novels that you spend hours obsessing over.

the plan for the night was to have a campfire with all the cabins together while some facility told stories and sang songs. as a child this was your favourite part—the huge bonfire that heats up your face if you get to close, and the acoustic guitar playing in the background brought you comfort.

once again you have your kids riled together as you make your way down to the forest where the fire happens.

there is benches scattered throughout and at this time the campers are able to sit with whoever they want, meaning the councillors can too.

so once your cabin is situated you look for Amaras face on one of the benches.

it doesn’t take you long to see that she’s now flirting with one of the older councillors on a bench in the back.

the way his hand drops on her knee and the eye contact the two are holding makes you wanna puke. you would be happy for her if you thought that he’d be more to her than a hookup, but you knew he wasn’t.

if it wasn’t clear enough already, you were a virgin. technically you had your first kiss in freshman year at the dance but it wasn’t memorable in the slightest because the boy didn’t mean anything to you.

it’s not because you didn’t want to fall in love and go along with the intimacy that follows, but you were hopeless around boys—always saying the wrong thing or wearing the wrong outfit. no matter what it was, according to boys you were a walking turn off, and your best friend happened to be the opposite.

so now you look for a spot to sit, deciding to choose the seat furthest to the back, away from everyone while you think.

you were grateful you brought a blanket because although it’s nice out, the breeze leaves goosebumps all over your arms.

you knees make their way to you face as you curl up on the cold wood bench—you loved camp but something about this year was different and you weren’t sure why.

regardless, you kept your eyes trained on the fire in the distance, completely oblivious to your surroundings.

completely oblivious to the fact that the boy from earlier just sat down next to you. “why are you sitting by yourself? don’t you have friends here or something” he asks, rubbing his hands together to create friction and warm himself up.

you practically jump at his first words, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps his gaze towards the flames ahead. “why do you even care?” you stopped for a second, realization hitting in. “if you’re just here to make fun of me then you may as well go because you aren’t the first”

it didn’t make sense that the same boy who completely avoided you was now making conversation—kind conversation or not, it was weird.

he just chuckles. “that wasn’t my goal but if the shoe fits” you roll your eyes and look back away from him. “you just seem like a social butterfly who’s currently sitting by herself, away from like everyone here” he looks to you now, which you can see in the corner of your eye but you choose to ignore it.

“you see my friend over there?” you point towards the blonde that now has her legs sprawled over the older councillors lap, the boy next to you just nods. “she’s my best friend, but as you can tell she’s a little busy right now, and no chance i was gonna sit next to that sheer amount of pda”

you aren’t sure why your sharing with the guy who once gave you dirty looks, but his demeanour is different now—slightly more welcoming.

“ahh i see” he just sort of nods his head and keeps his eyes focused on the pair. “what’s your name?”

immediate confusion sets in. “what?” you look to him now, expecting a laugh or something but he’s dead serious, so you speak again.“y/n”

he nods again slowly. “i like that, it suits you”

you’re not entirely sure how to feel about the sudden compliment. “thanks” you wait a second before speaking again. “are you going to tell me yours now or are you remaining mysterious?” you tease, weirdly enough now enjoying your time with him.

he smiles slightly. “hmmm it would be more fun to not tell you” the way he looks at you could make you fold. something about his eyes hold power over you that you can’t comprehend. “i’m Matt”

you just nuzzle your face into the blanket slightly more, turning your head to look at him as you wrap your arms around your shins. “so Matt, what brings you to camp?”

he’s silent for a moment, and you can tell he’s grown slightly uncomfortable, which is hard to understand for you.

a question so simple wouldn’t cause most people to feel awkward, but here he is, shifting in his seat, mentally debating how to answer.

“can you try to not be judgemental?” this question intrigues you more than anything.

what could possibly be more embarrassing than being a camp councillor for 9 year olds?

you just nod, trying to smile supportively but ultimately furrowing your eyebrows slightly at the question.

“it was here or military school”

oh. shit.

you try to kind any looks of judgement that may make their way to your face as you muster up the courage to ask a question of your own. “what did you do that warranted that? like were your parents sending you?”

you could ask a million more questions, but you don’t want to interrogate the poor boy who’s being vulnerable with you.

“i kinda got in to the “wrong crowd” or whatever” he uses air quotes to emphasize his point. “and i had a couple of juvie scares for vandalism and trespassing and shit so my parents basically gave me the ultimatum”

suddenly it makes more sense why he looked so miserable when you first ran into each other.

you find yourself internally conflicted on whether or not him breaking the law actually matters to you. he’s a nice enough person—not striking you as the type to be an actual criminal.

so you shrug. “i feel like there’s worse crimes to be committing” this makes him laugh, his hands covering his eyes as if he’s about to wipe away tears of joy.

“i didn’t strike miss “goody two shoes” as the type to be okay with that” he must be able to tell the way that nickname immediately ticked you off because the look in his eyes is one of actual empathy. “struck a nerve?”

you just groan into the blanket in front of you.

something in the way he said it made you slightly less mad at it—maybe you just like his voice enough for it to be okay.

you lift your head and fix your fizzy strands of hair that made contact with your forehead. “it’s kind of what everyone calls me”

you sigh. for some reason you feel like it’s okay to tell him how you feel, although you’ve never told another soul this before. “i just wish i was more than that, like i wish my whole personality didn’t rely on my rule abiding tendencies”

he looks at you as if he’s not sure what to say. “you use really big words sometimes” you just roll your eyes, now being referred to as a nerd as well. “no wait i like it, i don’t think it’s a bad thing to be smart, i wish i was better at saying what i mean or whatever”

once again your thrown off by his abundance of kindness.

“i won’t call you that again i promise” he sticks out his pinky, and as dumb as you feel, your inclined to interlock your own.

“thank you” you look back to the fire and see a bunch of kids now standing, signalling your need to go and line them up—it was pretty late after all. “see you tomorrow Matt”

he nods his head, gesturing you to the clueless kids, as well as saying goodbye to you. “see you, y/n”

a/n: praying you guys like this as much as i do bc it’s my favourite thing to write rn i’m obsessed with it

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emilyprentissluvr · 24 days

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TV (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

"What about the plans we made?"

Summary: In which you're grieving your dead wife. But is she actually dead?

Warning: Angst and mentions of death.

YOU WALKED along the cobblestone path, stepping over the cracks you had come to memorize. The sun was shining while the birds were chirping and you wanted nothing more than to shoot those damn birds and rip the sun from the sky.

It wasn't fair that beauty could exist when the love of your life didn't.

"Hi Em." You smiled sadly as you sat down across from your wife's grave.

It had been eight months since you'd gotten the call that your wife was dead.

243 days of existing without your other half.

34,9920 minutes of wondering why you had to fall in love with the most selfless, heroic, and caring person to walk this earth.

20,995,200 seconds of missing the only person who made everywhere feel like home.

"I brought you flowers," You said as you put the fresh pair of roses against her gravestone. "The worker at the flower shop said that I must have the happiest partner alive since I buy bouquets so much. How ironic is that?" You chuckled sadly. Not because you found it funny, but because you knew Emily would have.

'That wouldn't happen if you would stop buying me flowers' Is what Emily would have said.

"I never understood why you didn't like flowers," You said as you picked at the grass beneath you. "And you don't get a choice now. You broke our promise." You frowned as you threw the small pieces of grass at her grave.

"You need to let that go, my love' Emily would say.

"I was supposed to go first! That was the deal! But you broke our promise so I can do whatever I want. So if I want to fill your whole damn grave up with flowers then I will." You said indignantly. You knew you probably looked crazy to onlookers. Having a one-sided argument with a grave probably wasn't the best way of coping. Making up your dead wife's side of the conversation probably wasn't the healthiest either, but you didn't care. You didn't care about a lot of things these days.

'You are so stubborn sometimes' Emily would have said with a teasing smile.

"We're both stubborn," You said with a small eye roll. "I mean, we wouldn't be in this position if you weren't." Tears start to form at the corner of your eyes. You didn't think it was humanly possible to cry as much as you had over the last eight months. But here you were, the never-ending tears making their way down your cheeks.

'I'm so sorry sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you' Emily would have said as she consoled you. She would have scooped you up into her arms and tucked your head into the crevice of her neck where it would fit perfectly.

"It's not your fault. None of this is." You sniffled as you reached out and placed your palm against the cold stone of her grave. "It's just not fair! We were supposed to have a lifetime together. We had so many plans."

'I know my love. But just because I'm not here doesn't mean you can't live your life to the fullest' Emily would have smiled, ever the optimist. That had been a surprise when you first met over five years ago. While she may have been a badass, stone-cold agent on the outside, she was nothing but sunshine and warmth on the inside. Of course, you were the only one who got to see her soft interior but you didn't mind, you loved having a part of Emily just to yourself. But now you didn't have any part of Emily.

"I don't know how to move on without you, Em. How am I supposed to enjoy life when you're not next to me enjoying it too? How can I love anything when half of my heart is buried with you?" You cried, tears still flowing down your cheeks as you leaned your forehead against her grave. You cried until the birds stopped chirping and the sun went down. You mourned the woman Emily never got to grow into. You grieved the life you and Emily never got to live.

You didn't know how long you'd been there, but after your tears subsided you decided to head home for the night.

"Bye, Em. I love you." You murmured as you traced her name in the stone before standing up and walking along the cobblestone path once again.

The drive home was quiet. The radio was playing Emily's favorite station but you weren't paying attention. Maybe that was why you didn't notice the car in your driveway until you parked. You furrowed your brows as you recognized the black SUV, those were the ones Emily drove whenever she was on the job.

It wasn't unusual for a black SUV to be in your driveway. Emily's team would come to visit you at least once a week. You didn't know if it was because they felt guilty for her death or if they wanted to be close to the closest thing to Emily. You didn't mind it though, it was nice to have company to break up the silence of your house.

However, you knew the team was on a case. Penelope had called and told you that. So you cautiously walked up to your front porch. You shakily grabbed the keys from your purse and unlocked the door. "Hello?" You called as you walked to the living room where you saw a light on.

As soon as you walked in you froze. The purse in your hand drops to the floor. It was a ghost. The ghost of your Emily standing right in front of you. You closed your eyes wondering how your tired brain could conjure up such a perfect image of her. But when you opened them again she was still standing there.

"Y/n?" Emily's voice cracked as she laid eyes on you for the first time in eight months.

Your brain felt foggy and you couldn't find the flashlight to see through it. Were you hallucinating now?

Emily could see the shock on your face and the way her presence hadn't registered in your mind. "It's me," The brunette said, wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around you and never let you go, but she knew she had to be careful. "It's Emily," She said as she walked toward your frozen frame slowly.

She was close enough now that you could feel her breath but you didn't dare to look anywhere but into her eyes. The same eyes that had watched you laugh, cry, and love. The same eyes you had spent years memorizing...

Oh my god. Was this real? Was this your Emily and not a figment of your grieving imagination?

Almost as if reading your mind she smiled, "I'm real, my love", she raised her hand slowly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You let out a shallow breath as you felt her touch and suddenly the fog from your brain had been cleared. This was real. The woman in front of you was your life, your love, your Emily.

You launched yourself at her knowing she would catch you. You were immediately wrapped into her embrace, feeling at home for the first time since you had gotten that soul-crushing phone call.

Nothing else mattered to you at this moment. All your questions and confusion could be answered later. Right now you were in your wife's arms and you never planned on leaving

"Emily." You smiled tearily as you tucked your face under her chin, the smell of perfume filling your senses. "Hi, sweetheart." Emily smiled as tears fell down her face, "I told you I would never break a promise."

#emily prentiss #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n

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infinitydivine · 4 months

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Who is your Future Spouse?👀 PAC reading.

Hello people. Welcome back. Choose the picture that you are most drawn to. There are 3 piles. I will describe your Future Spouse's Personality. Close your eyes and choose your pile intuitively.

Hello Pile Number 1

Your FS is someone who may exude an aura of innocence. They may be a child at heart and some may even call them naive no matter what age they are. They are curious and approach life more scientifically. They may appear younger than their age. They have a unique sense of styling. They’re a pure-hearted friend, loyal, and see the best in everyone and everything. Even though this person has been hurt in love and friendships, they’ll still have hope for humanity.. Aww, they are quite the charmer, get ready to be swayed by them when you guys meet. They are active and sporty. Might be suffering from anxiety also. hey love the thrill, and they live on adrenaline. Their style is flashy and sexy. Regardless of gender, they love attention. This person is very mysterious and might be often misunderstood. They are constantly evolving just like death and rebirth. They could have a complex relationship with money and wealth.

Signs- Aquarius, 11th house, masculine, fiery energy, Scorpio, and Capricorn.

Hello Pile 2

Hello, my major arcana pile. Your FS is someone who is a very happy-go-lucky person. They might have recently closed a very big karmic cycle and are making their way out of it victoriously. In a nutshell, a good description of their style is YOLO (you only live once). It is a reflection of their approach to life, which is to live it to the fullest while they can. They might have been born into a privileged family or are wealthy themselves. They are nurturing, kind, and earthy. Will take care of you always no matter where you are. If you’re inquiring about somebody who identifies as male, they’re very comfortable embracing their feminine side, which means they’re secure in their sexuality, and hold healthy views on gender issues. This may be reflected in their personal style. Their main trait is orderliness and like to keep things in order. Might be a leader of some sort. They have a very commanding presence. Very dominant aura and vibes. You don't want to mess with them. This person is in control, and most of all, he is in control of his own emotions.

Signs- Divine Masculine, Divine Feminine, Twinflames, Destined Love, Aries, Mars, Fiery, FIre. Earth, Aquarius, Scorpio, Tauras, Jupiter, and Venus.

Hello Pile 3

They are very brave and are not afraid to take steps that no one has taken yet. Wants to make their own path and they do it no matter what other person has to say. They are master of soft power. Brave yet diplomatic. They can face any difficulties life has to offer them because they believe in themselves. They have a healthy ego but they are also very much in control of their ego. Know themselves very well. They might be introverted and doesn't like to go out much. Their ideal day off would be spending the day alone at home. They like to keep themselves healthy, and very health conscious. Might be into Yoga and meditation. They also prioritize getting a good night’s sleep. This person may also believe in slow eating. They make time for self-care. They have armor around themselves and don't let their guard down in front of anyone. But once you get to know them they will show you their real self. They are honest and can sometimes come out as blunt and straightforward too. Doesn't like wasting time on small talk.

Signs- Air signs, masculine energy, Jupiter, Libra, and Leo.

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haddonfieldwhore · 11 months

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dark signs - vessel

vessel (sleep token) x gn!reader

warnings: inhuman?vessel, angst, i think that’s it

word count: 1.7k

“vessel?” you asked, getting no response as you stared at him, your legs in his lap as you sat on the couch together. a blanket was thrown over your lower half to combat the cool weather that had begun to creep through the walls of your home, soft rain falling outside. when he didn’t respond, you gently poked him in the ribs with your foot, and he finally looked up at you.

“yes my dear?” he asked, sounding tired.

“are you okay?” you asked. he has seemed a little down all night, and you wanted to know what was wrong and if there was anything you could do to help.

“yes.” he rubbed your leg gently under the blanket, but you weren’t convinced.

“you know you can talk to me, right? if something was bothering you?”

“of course, darling. please, come here,” he opened his arms for you to crawl into his embrace. you curled into his side, resting your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around you.

“promise me?” you pouted, and he laughed lightly.

“i promise.”

“let’s go for a drive or something- just to get out of the house. it might make you feel better,” you suggested, placing a soft kiss to his collarbone.

“if you wish to go, we may go.” he pulled your leg over his to straddle his lap. “but do not worry for me. it is my job to worry for you.” he kissed your lips softly, and you smiled sadly.

“it goes both ways my love.” you argued, holding his face in your hands, the smooth material of the mask cool under your touch.

“my purpose on this earth is to love and protect you. i wish not to cause you unnecessary worry.”

“it’s not unnecessary if there is something bothering you, ves.” vessel thought about your words. how did he get so lucky? what had he done for the gods to grant him with you, his greatest gift?

“let us go for a drive like you wished.” he brushed off the subject, placing his hands on your hips softly to allow you to stand up off his lap. you didn’t want to pester him, deciding he would talk about it when he was ready, and grabbed your jacket and car keys. vessel allowed you to hold his hand, following behind you to the car where he insisted on opening the door for you, before getting into the passenger seat. he knew you liked to drive in the rain, so he tried to let his thoughts relax as he closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath. reaching over you placed a hand in his once more as you started the car, and pulled out of the driveway and onto the road.

you drove in comfortable silence for a while, the windows down just enough to let in the sounds and smell of the rain outside. you could feel vessel fiddling with your fingers between his as you drove, the windshield wipers swishing back and forth slowly across the glass to allow you to see clearly. you had been driving for about half an hour when vessel finally spoke.

“sometimes i fear that in being with me you are not living your fullest life. i often feel a concern that i am not enough for you.” he said, eyes staring straight ahead as your mouth fell open in shock.

“vessel, how could you think that? i love you- so much,” you insisted. “have you always felt this way?”

“i assure you it is no fault of your own. i am to blame. there are facets of my being that will hold you back, and i shall never forgive myself if you do not live a fulfilling life because of that.”

“what are you talking about, vessel. i don’t understand.” you said, pulling the car over to the side of the road, too focused on the conversation to continue driving.

“you are not unwise to the fact that i am…. of another kind, in a way,” he said hesitantly, as if he was figuring out how he wanted to word it. you sighed.

“you’re right; i’m not blind vessel. i spend enough time with you to know that you’re more than most people. and i love you just the way you are, nothing will ever change that, okay?” you pleaded, reaching over with your other hand to hold his larger hand in yours.

“you cannot know that you will never feel different. that you will never yearn for something more ordinary than what i can offer you.”

“vessel just because things may not always be easy, doesn’t change the fact that i wouldn’t chose any other life than the one i have with you. you are everything i could ever want and more.”

“you will have to leave me one day. no amount of love can change that.”

“ves, why are you worrying about this right now?” you asked softly. “we have lots of time left together. yes, i’m going to grow old and you’re probably going to wish you had gotten rid of me a long time ago,” you laughed, even as tears began to fall from your eyes. “but i want to spend my life with you, and i really hope you feel the same way.” vessel kissed your forehead as you cried.

“my darling you are all i want. for as long as i can have you,” he replied. “please- do not cry.” you undid your seatbelt and crawled over into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

“i love you so much vessel. sometimes it scares me a little, how much i care about you.”

“i love you more, little dove. i am glad we have spoken through this, as i do not think i could live without you.” you leaned back to look at him, eyes read from crying at this point.

“vessel, you’re going to have to eventually. i’m sorry i can’t be there for you forever. but i want to be with you for as long as possible.” you sniffled. the crushing truth that vessel would live for lifetimes after you, perhaps centuries, weighed heavy on both of you.

“i would not curse you with this life, but if there was anything i could do to keep you forever, i would do everything in my power to make it so, my love.” you swore you saw a tear cascade down vessels neck from under his mask, and you clung tighter to him, if that was even possible.

“well, if you find a way, i’ll do it. i don’t ever want to leave you.”

“i can not ask that of you-“ you interrupted him with a deep kiss, which he returned, his hands sliding up your back, his arms encircling you completely.

“you’re not asking. i’m telling you.”

“very well. if there is a way we will find it,” he agreed. “allow me drive us home.”

“let’s stay for a while. it’s pretty out here,” you looked around the area you had stopped, somewhere just outside the city enough that things were quiet; peaceful. it was almost like for just a little while, you were in a different place, far from home. there was no one else around, just the light of the moon and the streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement. you turned off the car, getting out before vessel could argue. as you walked in front of the car, you heard his car door open and his feet hitting the ground, as you laid down on the cold pavement. vessel laughed, watching you stare up at the night sky, indifferent to the rain that fell softly against your face.

“do you intend to get run over?” he joked, but sat next to you anyway. you laughed, reaching to intertwine your hand with his, and he laid down next to you. vessel worried for you, the cold had little effect on him but you? weren’t you frozen? your fingertips were cold in his hands, not that he provided much warmth with his low body temperature, but he held your hand tighter anyways.

“can i ask you something?” you spoke hesitantly.

“anything, my dear.”

“do you ever think about.. when you were human? were you … ever..human?” you weren’t sure exactly how to ask someone something like that. thankfully, vessel responded calmly.

“yes. there are times where i miss the man i was before. but to dwell on the past is to neglect the future.”

“how did - i mean-“

“how did i become what i am?” he asked, turning his head to look at you, your noses almost touching from how close you were.

“my love, that is a very long story, perhaps too long for tonight. can i ask that we discuss it further another time?”

“of course, vessel. whenever you are ready to talk about it,” you smiled, feeling only a little disappointed. “i want to know, just so i can understand that part of you better, but regardless of how you came to be this way, i love you now and i would have loved you then.”

“thank you,” he kissed your forehead softly. “i greatly appreciate that.”

“do you want to go home now?”

“whatever you desire.”

“as much as i do love laying under the stars with you, i think if i ever want to feel my toes again we should go,” you laughed. “and besides, it’s late and it’s getting really dark.”

“do not be afraid. i will not allow anything to happen to you,” he promised, before standing up and helping you up off the ground. “come here.” he lifted you into his arms. you had quickly grown very sleepy, so much so that you couldn’t even protest as vessel opened the door and slid you into the seat, walking around to the drivers side of the vehicle and getting in. “you may rest, my love. you are tired.”

you moved over in your seat to lean over the centre console and rest your head on his shoulder as he drove, and closed your eyes. you weren’t sure how, but vessel could always tell when you were on the verge of falling asleep.

“i love you, vessel,” you mumbled as you began to drift off.

“i love you,” he replied. “for one lifetime or several, however many we receive together.”

#sleep token #sleep token x reader #vessel #vessel x reader #vessel imagine #vessel sleep token fic #vessel sleep token #vessel sleep token imagine #sleep token imagine #sleep token fic #take me back to eden #this place will become your tomb

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lunasky2491 · 3 months

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Wolfstar one shot ♤✯

TW swearing

Ok so I’ve just had this random thought and I just know it would have happened once.

So Sirius is sitting down in transfiguration and Minnie is coming round picking up the homework she set last lesson. Then she just stops in front of James and Sirius and gives him a pointed look as James chuckles lightly handing over his essay while Sirius smirks lightly looking down at his very interesting desk.

Minnie: so mr black I don’t see an essay here or perhaps if i’m sorely mistaken you have ‘accidentally turned your parchment invisible’.

Remus just shaking his head in the background:

Sirius: well Minnie you see…

Peter covering up his snort with a cough:

Sirius pulling out a clump of chewed paper full of ink stains: there was an incident.

Minnie pursing her lips: and a simple reparo didn’t suffice, did it not mr black.

Sirius blatantly ignoring her remark: and you see, a dog was involved.

James bitting on his fist so hard in order to not burst into hysterics:

Minnie: ah a dog I see, what a dark creature indeed, so much so that any charm could never repair such an ingenious written paper..

Sirius quietly responding: exactly! exactly!

Minnie: and where mr black did you inquire such a creature?

Sirius being his dramatic self: well Minnie, it all started after breakfast..

Minnie: get to the point mr black, also no acting is necessary.

Sirius just carrying on anyway: me and prongsie boy were taking a stroll down by the lake to meet with moons and wormtail

Minnie: this is Serious mr black, please I implore you to be professional.

Whole class: Nooooo! You’ll set him off again!

Sirius at the same time: Sirius? But I’m Sirius! Where is this Sirius? I need to have a word with this Sirius seriously! This is identity fraud Sirius and I seriously need to have a word with you..

Lily: Sirius when on earth did you learn about identity fraud?

Sirius: just now lil’s, when someone has just seriously pissed me off by pretending to be Sirius.

Remus: please can someone stop all this fucking madness, I’ll hear about it all fucking night if you don’t.

Minnie: Mr black

Sirius: Well they say we’re all mad moons but I’d say crazy for me instead, always have to stand out, don’t I.

Remus: for the fucking life of me, Sirius please, I want to keep my fucking sanity thanks.

Sirius: wait would I or would I not be more crazy if I was locked in a room of rats?

Remus and Peter letting out a sigh while James looks like he’s living life to the fullest:

Sirius: rats! Ha! Hear that wormy? Rats! Hey great future experiment!

Peter: please, if I had to be stuck in a room to do that I would be insane quicker than any other black could.

Remus ‘deadpans’: imagine having to deal with that shit 24/7 at least you don’t have to share a fucking bed with him.

James: Ha, suck it up moony it wasn’t me who decided to be his boyfriend.

Remus: if only I knew..

Sirius pouting: BUT MOONS!

Remus being unable to hide his small smile: ah alright pads I forgive you

Sirius smiling broadly: now what am I supposed to do about this Sirius?

Minnie: Sirius!

Sirius: which one?

Minnie: Mr Black!

Sirius: wait a second Minnie, did you just call me by my name?

James: oh pads! I’m so proud you’ve done it my beautiful boy you’ve done it!

Remus: Merlin’s mother fucking beard, we’re in for it tonight peat we’ll never hear the end of it!

Peter: nearly seven years, seven, honestly moony I never thought I’d see the day.

Remus: and shit she held on so long as well.

Peter: so close, but we knew they’d get to her in the end.

Remus: and alas they fucking did.

Minnie: JAMES! I do not need your input!

Sirius: prongs we’ve done it! We’ve broken her! I’ve never been so proud!

James: we should get a reward for this. The first to soften Minnie’s heart.

Sirius: a service to the school prongs no doubt!

James: precisely pads precisely!

Remus: Pete we’re fucked truly and utterly fucked!

Peter: careful mate you’re losing your perfect prefect status. I’m surprised Minnie hasn’t picked up on it yet.

Remus: oh fucking hell, how they even believe all this fucking shit prefect fucking perfect mother fucking shit in the fucking first place! What a load of fucking Bullshit!

Peter: ummm let it out let it all out moony!

Remus:oh do this shit Remus, do that Remus, go do the stupid motherfucking prefect fucker control shit! Oh don’t forget to put on that bullshit fucking smile and act all fucking perfect Remus. The younger fucking years need fucking roll models Remus those little shits need someone to look the fuck up to some fucking body. And all for fucking what because I have a fucking book in my mother fucking hand what a load of mother fucking bullshit fucking fucker shit crap.

Peter: let it all out moons let it all out.

Remus: you know all these fucking school fucker books are a load of mother fucking fucker crap. Half of them don’t even have decent shit. You know how fucking many I have had to change the cover for so it looks like I’m doing the mother fucking bullshit work. No i’m reading some actual decent shit which actually have stuff I fucking need to know! But oh no Remus you’re not allowed to fucking know that shit you have to monitor the mother fucking hallways in-fucking-stead!

Peter: I get you I get you it’s all right Rem.

Remus: this is all just fucking crap Pete like how the fuck do they want me to do all this shit. How I’m considered the responsible one of you lot I have no fucking idea, I’m responsible for most of the fucking shit we do unless prongs or pads pulls something

Last minute and land their arse in detention.

Peter: I know Rem it’s a mystery.

Remus: fuck yes it is, fucking shit though honestly.

Peter: I know I know

Remus: you think Minnie has had enough of them yet?

Peter: honestly I’m wondering how the fuck they are still alive at this point, just look at that stare.

Remus: yeah, if looks could kill they would be dead a hundred times over.

Meanwhile:

Minnie: boys you will stop this at once!

Sirius and James pouting:

James: but Minnie we are so proud of you look how far you’ve come.

Sirius wiping away fake tears: so proud!

Minnie: boys I’ve had enough we’ve wasted over half the lesson.

Sirius: but look at what we’ve achieved look how far you’ve grown.

Minnie: I’ve had enough Mr Black there is supposed to be a reason for me talking to you at this precise moment in time.

Sirius clutching his pretend pearls: I’m offended Minnie just when I thought we had come so far!

James: oh cheer up pads our dear Minnie just needs time to work through her previous denial, baby steps.

Sirius quirking an eyebrow at Minnie: prongs your right we just need more time.

James huffing out a laugh: just a bit longer pads we will make her love us yet!

Minnie ‘her pressed lips moving up a bit in the corners’: now boys you had something else to tell me.

Sirius: of prongs look she does live us after all.

James: oh I’m blessed Minnie truly blessed!

Minnie: well Sirius what were you goito say?

Sirius puffing his chest up in joy:so as I was saying me and prongs

James: hello

Sirius: we’re walking by the lake and suddenly a massive black dog jumps out of nowhere and grabes my book!

James pretends to swoon: truly terrifying!

Minnie: sure

Sirius faking sincerity: unfortunately it happened to be my transfiguration book with my work inside.

Minnie: let me guess the dog ate your homework.

Sirius: exactly, see if you look closely you can see bite marks but of course it ate most of my work.

Remus ‘snorts’: obviously, snuffles will eat anything he can get his fucking paws on, a favourite of his seems to be my mother fucking socks!

Peter huffed out a laugh: oh yes the end of the word isn’t it Rem.

Remus: YES! YES IT IS! He ruins everything! My poor socks all nearly ironed and folded and he has the fucking audacity to spoil it!

Peter: a travesty!

Remus: oi ast cau y fuck i fyny!

Peter: what?

Remus: fy sanau ffycin gwael, dwi'n mynnu cyfiawnder!

Peter: ok.. then whatever it is I support you.

Minnie: I am still very much intrigued on how a dog has gotten into the castles grounds as we only allow certain pets, does this one happen to know you.

Sirius: no never seen him before, but I can’t say the same for others maybe there have been strange sightings around here.

Peter whispering to Remus again: well technically he isn’t wrong unless you count a mirror.

Minnie: well actually your suspicions are correct, the headmaster has had many reported sightings of a dog chasing a stag.

The four marauder all looked between each other with a knowing look while moony smirked at the fond memory and Sirius and James stared guiltily at each other:

Remus re-entering the conversation: wow what a peculiar sight professor, I’ve never experienced such a sight before have you.

Minnie: ah Mr lupin, no I haven’t but it is most strange I must admit.

All four marauders hummed faking innocence:

Minnie: well Mr black I have decided to give you an extension till the day after tomorrow, for your mishap. Remus please make sure he completes it and make sure they don’t get into to much trouble.

Remus: of course profesor.

Minnie ‘a small tug at her lips but more than she gave Sirius’: very good Mr lupin if you wish you can come by my office later for tea.

Remus ‘letting out a kind smile’: obviously Minnie, I wouldn’t want to let you down.

With that Minnie turned her back but not before another quirk of her lips towards Remus:

Sirius ‘whining’: oh moons you could get away with bloody murder and she would would just invite you around again for tea and biscuits.

Remus ‘smugly’: not just biscuits pads but chocolate as well quite a few as well.

Sirius: oh you sly little bitch

James finally burst into his fit of hysterics:

Remus: what can I say, it’s just the way I am.

Ok so this originally wasn’t meant to be a one shot and only like 5 lines most but it practically wrote itself in the end so I just went with it. Hoped you enjoyed ☾✮

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Hiiiiiii! How are you? I hope you are well!

Okey, so I have a question, imagine our lovely RO are in a very dangerous situation, and they could and will die, but, suddenly our Mc with hero complex appears out of nowhere and share the same destiny of their dad, saving the life of the RO, but in exchange giving their life, leaving as a last wish that they (RO) do not seek revenge, instead they (ROs) should live a long and safe life, not like them (MC)

what would be their reactions? who tried to fulfill their wish and who couldn't do it even if they wanted to?

I love angst xd

Just when I woke up, immediately, bam got hit with the angst 😔 I usually don’t do full cast ROs reactions that much yet until all ROs have been written out… but this one is too good 😩 This will be pretty long because I can’t stop myself from writing a snippet worth for each, so strap in!

Ash

They lay your wounded body on their lap gently, their body is hunched over yours protectively and possessively, as if they would fight death itself when it comes knocking… Maybe they would if such thing is possible… But it’s not and there’s nothing that they can do but to rage at the injustice.

“You idiot! Why did you do that?! It should’ve been me! Not you! Why?!”

“Ash… Listen to me…” you whispered hoarsely, and they immediately quiet down. “I want you to know that I don’t want you to avenge me… What I want is for you to live peacefully now… to enjoy it and live your life to the fullest… Please… promise me, Ash…”

They opened their mouth to say something, but only sobs come out. Instead they hold and hug you even more tightly than before. Maybe it’s for the best that they don’t answer, because they already know there’s no way they can do that.

What kind of life is there without you in it? I’ll hunt that bastard down to the ends of the earth and make them pay… After that’s all done, then maybe we can finally be together… That’s my promise to you…

Rin

They lay your head on their lap, their face hunched over yours as they cradle yours in their soft hands. You feel something wet drips on your cheek and you look up. Rin’s usual stoic face is awash with grief; their eyes are overflowing with tears and their usual stern lips are quivering.

“Don’t cry… It’s not a good look on you…” you tried to joke to make them smile. They bark out a surprised laugh, but it sounds more like a violent sob. You see their lips tremble even harder as they try to smile for you. “Rin… Promise me that you won’t do the stupid thing and try to avenge me or something…. Just let it go and enjoy the rest of your life in peace…”

They shake their head vigorously, not able to bring themself to lie to you.

I can promise you on not doing something stupid… but I can’t promise you that I’ll let it go that easily.

They may not be the most physically capable in carrying out their vengeance, but there are many ways that they can achieve it; they have many connections and strings to pull, not to mention their own precognition ability… Either way, it will be done.

Santana

They knelt down beside you, hands trembling as they swiftly check the extent of your injuries. They have first aid knowledge from their training! There must be something they can do, anything… but their heart sinks as they see all the blood; their hands are covered by it as they tried, in vain, to put pressure on your wounds.

You gently pried their warm and sticky hands off and hold them instead. “Santana… Stop it. It’s ok… It’s not your fault. Just promise me not to let this consume your whole life…”

They felt their eyes water and they squeezed them shut as the tears finally fell. They can only nod, not trusting their own mouth to speak.

They promise you, but if one day, the killer crosses their path again… They won’t stop hunting them down and make them pay… No matter what the law says.

Skylar

They scrambled to your prone body and bring you into their arms.

“Oh my God, oh my God… You’ll be fine… You’ll be fine… I’ll bring you to the hospital and you’ll be okay again…” they repeat the mantra over and over again, smoothing your hair out of your face. You are not sure whether they try to convince you more or convince themself.

Either way, you know that it’s too late; you can feel the cold starts to creep in and a force pulling at your consciousness. You reach out to lay your hand on their frantic one, bringing their focus to you.

“Sky… stop it. It’s okay… Just promise me not to blame yourself and forget about revenge… Just keep being yourself… Don’t let them change who you are…”

Their hands feel weak and they finally feel the tears flow as they are also hit with the realization. They work their jaw against the trembling, “Okay… okay… I l promise… I promise…” they keep repeating it to you as they cradle your body softly. And as your consciousness slip away, you know they’ll keep the promise.

#asks #scenarios #drabble #full cast ros #AU #ro reactions #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #if game #if wip #dashingdon #if: vendetta #choicescript #hosted games

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solarcas · 1 year

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Okay I'm no fic writer and I don't usually post story ideas like these but i'm currently in sicko salami mode and I obvs need to cope SOMEHOW so have this Dean 200-new-neurosis-at-once-type fic idea that won't stop plaguing me:

Dean and Cas get their happy ending, they finally get to settle down, quit hunting, get a house in some nice small town and be in big ol gay love w each other all that. And OFC they want to get married ofc they do they're sappy old men in love and when Dean proposed they cried a shit tone but that's not the point the point is that obviously one of them is legally dead and the other rly never much existed so actually getting legally married is kinda off the plate, and neither of them are big fans of the church for.... Obvious Reasons. So instead they plan a big party at their place, planning to invite everyone they know and just force one of their lucky guests to play priest for a bit and pronounce them married etc etc and actually thats STILL not the Point™️ the Point™️ is Dean gets so so so into planning the whole thing

I'm talking he studies the meanings of flowers in depth to get just the right ones for their table arrangements. He makes Cas practise dancing with him every day so they can be perfect at it and Cas can twirl him around on the dance floor without him crashing into the snack table (Cas as angel obviously knows all the moves and performs them perfectly even before, but there's no way he'd pass on any chance of dancing with Dean). He makes sure every guest gets their invitation weeks beforehand so that no one would end up missing. He prepares a closet with demon traps in case they need to trap Crowley should he try and interfere with the ceremony. Cas regularly catches him lost in daydreams about The Day (not that Dean admits that's what he was thinking of). The guy is PREPARED and he's EXCITED like. Neither of them had much chance or reason to celebrate in their life. So he wants to use this to the fullest.

Then one day one of their friends is over, maybe Charlie idk, and they talk abt everything they've planned so far and what they're still missing when Charlie points out "Oh what about suits? You guys gonna dress the part right?" Cas pulls a very affectionate face like he knows what's coming bc boy if there's anyone on earth that likes dressing up more than Dean. So they both turn to him expecting an answer and meanwhile Dean's brain has just turned off because. Ah. Yes. Yeah yeah the suits. Suits we should get. Suits to wear at our wedding. Because we're grooms. And grooms wear suits. Those suits. Right. And that's when he realises for the first time that all this time as he'd been visualising their perfect Happiest Day In Their Lives he had been thinking. Had been picturing himself. Not in a suit. But in a dress.

So obviously he panics and not knowing what to do with this information, he runs off mumbling something about having heard the washing machine beep and man if he doesn't put that all up right now it'll end up all wrinkly sorry- leaving behind a very surprised Charlie and an even more worried Cas.

Anyway not sure where this goes from here but ofc after much Fighting The Represso, much reassuring from Cas and probably a trip to another state to find someone willing and capable of making a wedding dress that fits a guy, Dean gets his dress and he's the prettiest groom a guy could wish for and he gets to twirl around in it all night. And ofc he has a matching white lingerie set underneath, for Cas to explode some lights over later.

#hii idk what this is i wrote most of it yesterday ina fit of being sick and being tired of being sick #anyway i just want more reasons to put dean in dresses can u tell #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #fanfic idea #solar writes #(<- now thats a tag i rarely use hfkfhjg)#dean in a dress

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grantspectortrash · 2 years

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Can't Fight This Feeling

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's hot in Hawkins, and you need to cool off. Showering with Steve is the only option.

Warnings etc: Some sexual connotations and a bit of nakedness but not necessarily 18+ but if you are a lil baby read at your own discretion. Fluff, pining, best friend to lovers, summer & a girl with a mission to take a shower.

Word Count: 3.3K

A/N: Season 2 Steve vibes. I am actually feral for the Steve Harrington best friend plot. It drives me insane in all the right ways. As always, let me know if you have any requests!

It's the last week of school before summer, and your last week of school ever, and Hawkins High is the hottest place on Earth. Both kids from Hawkins Middle and the high school are sweatier than ever and boy, does maintenance need to fix those damn AC units.

The classrooms are heat-filled death traps and the hallways are filled with the pungent aroma of teenage boy sweat.

It's the last period of the day and you have a free period which means you could go home but, as always, you have to wait for Steve.

The boy is your best friend and your ride home but - quite frankly - in this heat, you have had enough. Your clothes are sticking to your skin and all you want to do is take a dip in the Harrington family pool. Why did he need to go to that stupid last basketball practice anyway?

From Friday he'd no longer be a student, no longer be the swim team captain or one of the basketball lads, he'd officially be an adult. In two weeks Steve was going to work at Scoops Ahoy and you were off to The Great Cookie, both in the food court of the new mall that had opened just outside town. Just thinking about it makes you want to get out of the school ASAP.

As you walk down the mostly deserted school hallways you pray that your workplace will have AC, otherwise you're quitting immediately. Or, you'll steal as much ice cream as possible and make use of Steve being dressed as a sailor and slinging sundaes all summer. Either way, you are not going to be hot any longer. You just couldn’t bear it.

You're on your way to the gym hall when you see Nancy and Jonathon holding hands and talking about something. They both give you a small smile and a polite wave as you pass - those two had become quite the couple in the last few months and you know it had been hard on Steve at first. But, slowly and surely, he seemed to have forgotten Nancy now, which you were glad about. The way he had been pining over her was painful.

You guess after the whole thing with the demodogs, and Will getting possessed by a creature from another dimension, Steve had a little time to think about life. All that shit really put things into perspective. For Steve, and for you.

After experiencing all that horror with Steve, Nancy, Jonathon and the kids you all bore a secret that left nightmares in your dreams and scars on your skin.

It was no surprise Nancy had turned to Jonathon - they shared trauma and bonded over being protective of their brothers. And it was no surprise you gravitated more towards Steve, more than usual at least. Sure he was your best friend, but now the knowledge that something terrible could happen to him somehow made him seem more precious. It made life more precious. Even with this stupid heat, you knew that from now on you'd make every day count. You'd spend as much time with Steve and the kids as possible. You'd live life to the fullest because it was true what they said, Hawkins was cursed, but you weren't going to let that stop you.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when the basketball guys all pile out of the gym doors, right in front of you. They run out and dodge you and they honestly smell dreadful.

"Steve's still in there, Y/N!" One of them pats you on the shoulder as they pass you, leaving a sweaty handprint on your tee.

"Thanks." You mumble and enter the gym hall.

If the hallways were hell then that place was Satan's personal sauna. You're sweaty and pulling your tee away from your back the instant you step into the hall.

Steve is stood in the middle of the room, hands on his knees and breathing heavily.

"Hey," He breaths out, giving you a small wave, "You good?"

You walk closer to him, noticing how sweat is dripping from his hair and onto the floor. "Sweating like a pig, actually. And yourself?"

"I'm dying. I need to get in better shape." He stands up straight and flips his hair off his forehead. "Got any water?"

You ignore the comment about Steve’s fitness, because what he’s saying is a pack of lies, and start rummaging through your bag until you find the water bottle. Steve takes it from you instantly. His hands are damp with sweat.

He drinks it down in three thirsty gulps. He passes you the empty bottle and you sigh, "Thanks. Not like I need it or anything."

You try not to think about how thirsty you are, or how sweat seems to be pooling on your lower back and in the crevices of your elbows and knees. You can't stop thinking about how you're in great need of the Harrington family pool and those little popsicles he keeps in the freezer.

"Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve been sweating my ass of here!" Steve jeers, sticking his tongue out at you.

You push him lightly, trying not to make too much contact with his sweaty body, "Oh sorry Mr MVP. Jeez, butthead."

"You're a butthead." Steve rolls his eyes and walks over to his bag. "I need to shower, you okay to wait?"

A strand of hair flops over his eyes while he waits for your response. You think it's cute, in a way. Not that you would ever tell him that. Or even admit to yourself that you thought that.

He's rummaging through his bag for something and you watch as his arm muscles flex, the sweat glistening on his skin. You swallow and lick your dry lips - is it getting fucking hotter in here?

"Is there anyone else in there?" You point towards the door which leads to the guy’s changing rooms. You have an idea.

"Uh, don't think so. You can wait in there if you want, I guess." Steve picks up his bag and starts making his way to the changing room. He's pulling out a towel and shower gel, leaving a trail of sweat dripping in his wake.

The back of your neck feels slick and hot, even though you've tied your hair up. You glance at your watch - school finishes in twenty minutes, which means the hall is free for at least thirty minutes before gymnastics club kicks off. Not that you think anybody will want to practice their handstands or cartwheels in this heat, you could barely stand still without feeling as though your skin was melting off.

"I'm showering too." You fall in line with Steve.

His stride stutters and his eyes bug out for a second, pulling a look of disbelief, "Uh, no you're not."

"Why not? I'm fucking dying, Steve." You seem suddenly set on your idea, like if you don't shower now then you'll be irritated and sweaty and horrible for the rest of the day. You're showering, no matter what.

"There aren't any cubicles, Y/N. And like, what if someone sees?" He places his hands on his hips and raises an eyebrow.

The pair of you are by the changing room doors now, and you put a hand on the door to push it open, "I'll keep my bra and underwear on. I really don't care, Steve. If you're that bothered, don't look."

You leave the boy speechless and make your way into the room. It smells exactly how you'd expect the boy’s changing rooms to smell - like old socks and dried sweat. There's nobody about, and you spot the shower block in the corner.

"See, we're fine." You turn to see Steve awkwardly standing by the lockers. His bag is on his shoulder and he's repeatedly slicking his hair off his forehead. You can't tell if it's from the heat, or his nerves.

"Can't you wait until you're home?" Steve asks. He tentatively puts his bag down on one of the benches and steps closer to you. "It's not that I don't think you shouldn't have a shower, I mean you do look kind of sweaty. But-"

"Steve, shut up." You pull your hair out of it's tie and run your hands through it, careful to make sure it doesn't stick to your neck, "I'd like to remind you that you've seen me in swimsuits and bikinis since we were like, eight. We spent most of last summer at Lover's Lake together, remember?"

"Yeah...yeah. I know. I taught you how to backflip underwater." There's a faint smile on his lips as he recalls the memory. He reaches a hand up to his neck and wipes the sweat away, then the memory slips from his mind and he's remembering why you're in the changing room. His smile fades and he begins to fiddle with his watch, trying to take it off with his damp, slippery fingers. "It's just, a bra is different. I guess. And I don't want to be a perv while you stand there in your panties."

Steve looks red. Beet red. And it's not from basketball practice - he's blushing. And it makes your brain go insane.

You knew since all the crazy shit had happened that something had changed between you. He'd hold your gaze for too long. He would sneak in your room at night whenever you had called saying you'd had a nightmare. You'd blush whenever he jokingly called you sweetheart, and the pair of you were by each other’s side every chance you got. For a while you had wondered if it was all in your imagination, but looking at Steve all red and blushing, it's exactly the confirmation you needed.

You try to hide your smile, "Steve, I'm going to shower now. Look away, or don't."

Steve shoots you a surprised glance, hearing the defiance in your voice. You put your bag down and pull off your shoes, not even bothering to untie the laces. Your socks come off first, then your sweaty tee.

"Okay!" Steve's head turns away from you, fast. "Okay. We're doing this."

He stays facing away from you until you're both undressed. You're in your bra and pants and even now you feel much cooler. It's a relief. The cold tiles beneath your feet are the perfect temperature. From the corner of your eye you can see Steve, just in his boxers. He's looking at the floor.

You can't help but notice his chest hair, and the way his skin glistens. There's a sizable bulge in his boxers. You look away before he realises you've noticed.

"How do I turn these on then?" You speak and it's the first time Steve looks at you. You can tell he's trying hard to stay focused on your face, the way he always does when you're wearing a bikini in the summer. But, you notice the slight eye movements, the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. You're not even wearing anything overly pretty - just a white bra and cherry coloured panties - but its enough to get Steve looking, even if he's trying not to.

"Right, just here." He leans over and turns on the shower closest to you. From where you're stood the water only touches your feet. You waste no time in ducking into the ice cold stream and cooling yourself down.

You make a noise of surprise as you adjust to the temperature. You close your eyes and run your hands through your hair until its completely wet.

Beside you the sound of another shower turning on fills the room. The thought of Steve showering next to you is enough to make you open your eyes.

He's got his eyes closed as he faces the shower. You watch him, mesmerised, as his grey boxers turn black under the water.

It's the little things that make your heart flutter, even if you try to ignore it. The way he sighs under the water as he tilts his head upwards, his jawline displayed perfectly. The way he smiles absentmindedly, almost as if he's unaware he's doing it. The way his muscles flex as he runs his hands through his hair and down his face.

Steve must feel your eyes on him as he suddenly opens his to look at you. This time he doesn't try to stay focused on your face.

His eyes travel down your body, looking at the way the water streams from the curvature of your breasts and soaks your bra. He gives you a long look, covering every inch of your body. Then, innocently, "Did you want some body wash?"

You laugh, not even meaning to. It's just so silly and funny and absolutely a Steve Harrington move. "Yeah, please." You say, smiling.

He grabs the bottle from his bag and squeezes some into one hand. You half expect him to pass you the bottle, but he doesn't. He sets it down between his feet and steps right into your personal space. You don't dare move, or even breathe. You just watch and wait.

He rubs his hands together, spreading the body wash between them, and then he's rubbing the sides of your arms, lathering them up.

"Steve-" Your voice is barely a whisper. You're not sure if you should tell him no or tell him to carry on. "What are you doing?"

"I'm skydiving. What do you think, butthead?" He's taken your hand into his and is massaging the bubbles onto your skin. Although his words are sarcastic and mean, his tone is anything but. It's soft and caring and you've only ever heard him speak like that when he's comforting the kids.

Steve let’s go of your hand and wraps his arms around you, and instinctively you hug him back, closing the small distance between you. The pair of you have hugged countless times, you're intimate with each other in a way that only the pair of you could explain. Whether it's him slinging you over his shoulder to carry you to his car, or the fact that when he does sleep in your bed the pair of you always wake intertwined and neither of you mind. It was Steve, your best friend Steve, but this was all so new.

He begins rubbing your back, careful to avoid your bra straps. Your head is on his chest and you try to remember what the purpose of this shower was. You were meant to be cooling down, so why are you warming up? Sure, the water’s cool but your heart is beating fast and your mind won't think straight. There's a solar flare inside your heart and your ribs are burnt. Hawkins heat had nothing on you.

"Is this okay?" He asks softly. You can't find your voice at first but when you do it sounds husky and breathless, "Yeah. It's okay. It's good, Steve."

He breathes a sigh of relief that lights you up inside. Then, he's pulling away from you. You frown, worried you've done something wrong, but he's looking down at you with a cheeky smile that you’ve loved for years.

"Feeling cool yet?" He asks, his hands resting on your hips. His thumbs subconsciously move in small circles. There's a smirk on his lips, proving he's enjoying this way too much for someone who's just your best friend.

"Not yet." You smile, a little laugh falling from your lips as he shakes his head at you.

"Okay, if you insist." Steve reaches down to grab the shower gel again and his hair flops in front of his eyes. Instinctively, you reach down and push it away from his face.

"Thanks sweetheart." He looks into your eyes as he thanks you, and your knees go weak. Fucking Steve Harrington and his words and his face and- oh.

He moves suddenly, dropping to his knees. He looks up at you as he puts more body wash into his hands and puts the bottle back down.

The pair of you don't even need words at this point - Steve is looking at you with those gentle, pleading puppy eyes and you nod, giving him the consent he needs.

He begins to rub his hands against the outside of your legs, rubbing from the hem of your panties and sliding them right down to your ankles. Under the cool water, and above Steve Harrington, you feel like you're in a state of bliss. This shouldn't have been happening, but it was. Live life to the fullest with no regrets, wasn't that your new life policy? It only worked if you let life happen, and this was happening.

As he reaches your ankles for the second time he crosses his arms and begins to rub soap suds onto the inside of your ankles. He massages the skin there for a minute, staring up at you and shaking his head slightly in awe of you.

You can't take your eyes off him. You can't stop watching how his hands move. At this point you don't care if anybody walks in - gymnastics club could go fuck itself.

"What're you shaking your head for?" You're breathless, despite the cold water. Steve's hands are moving slowly up the insides of your legs and he pauses when you frown at him. He applies a light pressure to the bottom of your thighs, and you try to concentrate.

"You're just...wow. You're beautiful, Y/N. I cannot believe that you're- that we're- yeah." Steve's grinning like a doofus and you smile down at him.

He brings his hands up your thighs and his thumbs rub against the bottom of your panties. Before you can even register the feeling, he brings his hands away and stands up.

You instantly miss the feeling of him beneath you, the way he was on his knees for you. There's a second where his hands aren't touching your body, but then he places them on your hips and things feel okay again. Better than okay, actually. But admitting that would mean admitting your ever-crushing love for Steve that you had been trying to ignore. It was kind of hard to ignore this, though.

The changing room smells of sandalwood and orange, which is to say it smells like Steve. You want to touch him back, to be close to him again, to feel his warmth under the cold shower.

You take hold of his wrists so that he can't move his hands away from you again.

"I didn't think the hottest day of the year would bring me this." Steve smiles down at you, "Maybe some popsicles, a swim in the pool with my favourite girl, but this? You've outdone yourself, Y/N."

You smile, blushing profusely, "Only took us what, ten years, to figure it out, huh?"

"Figure what out?" Steve raises an eyebrow, totally teasing you.

"You know what!" You take your hands off his wrists and push him lightly. He stumbles back a little into his own shower, where he was meant to be showering alone, and then he's giving you a shit-eating grin. He lunges for you, grabbing you around your waist and lifting you off your feet. You spin around under the water, yelling and screaming like a little girl. Steve is laughing hysterically.

He sets you down and spins you to face him. He switches the shower off without even looking. The pair of you stand there, dripping and smiling and unbelieving that today has actually happened.

Steve smiles at you, "Guess I can't fight this feeling anymore."

He moves in and for the first time in your life, you kiss your best friend. Your best friend who is now something totally more than that. Your best friend who taught you how to backflip underwater, who taught you how to fight off a demogorgon with a bat and a bunch of blunt nails. Your best friend who taught you exactly what love was.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things

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padfootastic · 2 years

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So… this ended up longer than I meant for it to be. Sorry. 😁

The way you view James is interesting to me. I always imagined him as being a pretty free spirt who is just so incredibly alive. Most people who meet him probably describe him as the most alive person they’d ever met. He lived every second to the fullest and wanted to go all the way out to the edge and experience everything. Of course him and Sirius are described as “much admired rebels” but his rebellion isn’t the same it’s a freer thing if that makes sense? It’s not born form such darkness as Sirius’ is. James’ is fueled by a lust for life, new experiences, and new people and it’s more him challenging or rebelling against pure blood society (which I think is like just how the Potters roll) and their messed up ideals not his family. Sirius’ being fueled by a lust for freedom (from his family, their beliefs, abuse, and his demons) and discovery of who he is and wants to be. Thus rebelling against his family, their beliefs, their power, and pure blood society.

The Potter family where an old and wealthy family, but where mostly content with a comfortable life in the “back waters” of wizarding society and weren’t concerned with blood purity. Even with a history of muggle and muggle born rights activists. I always read this as them being rather different. I kinda felt like we were dealing with a family that just passed down the value of “fuck society we do what we want.” Like I imagine them as eccentric inventors, cures breakers, adventurers, magizooologists, quidditch players, dragon handlers, aurors, and whatever else wild, exciting, fun thing one could think of. I definitely think that doing well (academically, career wise,etc) was important and considered valuable by them but for some reason I just seem like being a rather wild and free bunch. Definitely still approachable, kind, down to earth, kind, accessible, but worldly, fun, exciting, intense, passionate, adventures and excitement on legs.

hello! definitely no sorry needed, i love talking all things jfp 💜💜

i’m gonna be honest, i don’t actually see james as a rebel at all (with or without a cause). i see him as pretty much sticking to what’s expected of him in most cases (esp public) and only really going off the path when he’s with a trusted few. i definitely see where ur going and i love it! he’s definitely full of life and always, always happy to be trying new things. i often call him the sunshine kid and i’ll stick by it. i definitely think a large part of it comes from the confidence & high self esteem his parents instilled in him—he sees something and he goes for it, and this often ends up in him doing all these weird, adventurous, often dangerous things right? (i also think he has a large uhh what’s the word, adrenaline kink? nope, that’s not it. but u know what i mean right? the kind of person who loves extreme sports, for eg)

also lol love the hippie potters vibe you’re drawing here. (i also have this funny mental image of like, ridiculously wacky/eccentric potters and then comes james—a whole buttoned up, proper posh boy kid—and they’re (incl portraits) all just baffled like, how is he like this??? who gave him the stick up the arse?? like everyone else is dressed in the most mismatched, alternative fashion ever and then u have james in sweater vests and shorts and buttons downs)

i’m now also imagining harry learning all this about his family and it’s so !!!! like i’ve read a few fics that super focus on potter family history (one where they were like, military tacticians and super op fighters which was so good) and i love stuff like that! harry finding out that the potters were this bunch of crazy inventors & chose the most ridiculous professions and i feel like that would give him such a sense of freedom and relief and he’d definitely be next in line ykno?

#james potter #harry potter #my mom remains the most excitable + ‘bouncy’person i or my extended family know #despite so much shit she hasn’t lost her optimism and zeal for life at all #i kinda see james like that even when he’s older #(none of him parents know where he gets it from bc both of them r more sedate realists)#tell me james potter wouldn’t love extreme ironing #you know he will #it’s perfect #he’ll be so excited too #‘look pads! i ironed this on the giant squid’s back’#no but anon i really love this view of him!#it’s also exactly what none of the other marauders are #so hilarious juxtaposition #can u imagine james finds out about like. bungee jumping or sky diving and wants all of them to go #and they’re just like ??? r u nuts??#after finding out about the the moon landing he goes thru a phase where he tries to ride his broom as high as it can go #he’s forced to stop when he falls over one too many times bc of like. icing or lack of o2 or sumn #his friends decide to put an embargo on his interactions w the muggle world bc he gets so many bad ideas #every time he finds out about a new invention or something #and they’re so tired of trying to reign him in #he’s just like ‘guys don’t worry potters r basically indestructible’#(i’m gonna ignore the low hanging joke here)#pen’s asks

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gaygryffindorgal · 1 year

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Happy FFWF Gryff! Pick as many OCs as you like, tell me their zodiac signs and how well you think they fit the traits!

thank you for asking!

“as many as you like” might have been a bit of a mistake but i’ll put a read more to save yalls dashes...

want to play? send me a ffwf ask!

hphl;

genevieve davenport, cancer

nurturing and loyal, cancers are also protective of their loved ones. while reserved, they stand on a foundation of strength – and aren't afraid to act when they feel it's necessary.

gen is certainly not nurturing, but she is protective of her friends to a fault. she is reserved and prefers action to words. maybe not the most traditional "emotional cancer" but some of the traits are fitting!

olyvar yaxley, scorpio

the scorpio personality is often misunderstood due to their intensity and their tendency to be harsh. however, scorpios are extremely emotional, and crave intimacy. they have a powerful presence and demanding personalities, and their penchant for mystery is what makes them one of the most interesting signs.

i actually wanted him to be a scorpio and decided his birthdate based on that, so this one's very fitting😂

fantastic beasts;

irene quinn, taurus

typical sun in taurus traits include being hard-headed, down-to-earth, tenacious, reliable, loyal, and sensual.

irene is definitely hard-headed, not so much reliable. she's quite fickle and selfish in a way. she's not very down-to-earth either, living in her own head a lot. not a great fit.

ethel malinda, leo

leos are radiantly joyful, liberal with their appeal and endowments. they are fiercely proud and confident. they love and live life to the fullest rather than being in charge at home, work, and play. leos are very loving, theatrical, and creative.

ethel is cheerful, confident and knows what she wants, deciding to carve her own path, instead of the one appointed to her by her station. i think leo fits her quite well.

marauder’s era;

bessie quinn, gemini

playful and intellectually curious, gemini is constantly juggling a variety of passions, hobbies, careers, and friend groups. they are the social butterflies of the zodiac: these quick-witted twins can talk to anyone about anything. find them buzzing between happy hours, dinner parties, and dance floors.

i didn’t mean to make the quinn twins be geminis, it just happened😂 bessie is definitely extroverted but she’s more icy and difficult to approach than her people person brother camron. she used to be more bubbly as a child, but her older brother’s passing made her close off. still, i’d say it’s not the worst fit.

august macnair, capricorn

they are ambitious, determined, materialistic and strong. they will keep going when others would've given up ten miles back. this makes them great partners in life, as well as friends or collaborators. capricorns tend to keep small circles, but are loyal and supportive of their friends and loved ones.

august is definitely ambitious and determined. i wouldn’t call him a very good partner or a friend, just ask libby... still, i feel like capricorn suits him alright.

hphm;

verna malinda, sagittarius

sagittarians are optimistic, lovers of freedom, hilarious, fair-minded, honest and intellectual. they are spontaneous and fun, usually with a lot of friends, and are perhaps the best conversationalists in the zodiac (maybe tied with gemini).

this one fits verna quite well, even though she’s more on the jock side of the spectrum, rather than intellectual... she tends to be optimistic, wild, and appreciates honesty. she definitely has a lot of friends.

gael romero, pisces

pisces people are known for being emotionally sensitive, gracious, and emotionally aware. pisces characters are regarded for being among the most sympathetic of the zodiac signs, and they will go to great lengths to ensure the happiness of those around them. they're also creative and imaginative.

yeah this is probably the most far-fetched so far... gael is a bit of an asshole, and doesn’t care that much about people around him (except his mum!!!) so yeah no, definitely not a fit 😂

golden era;

max avery, cancer

an entirely different cancer than genevieve. max is a bit of a rebel in her family and was sorted into gryffindor. they’re very compassionate and while she has built up walls around herself, they’re really quite caring and friendly. not perfect but i’ll take it.

juno creed, pisces

now here we have a pisces who actually fits the bill. he’s in tune with his emotions, and values loyalty and doing the right thing. he cares deeply about people and wants to help as many as he can.

hpma;

roe malinda, virgo

virgos are known for being practical, sensible, and loyal. they make excellent friends and partners. virgos are known for being perfectionists, and can be meticulous and single-minded in their pursuit of improvement.

roe is way too eccentric and in her own world to fit the bill of practical and sensible. his persona that he constructed to protect herself and others from the curse is the exact opposite of a virgo, but inside i feel like roe has some virgo qualities, like their work ethic and meticulousness.

quincey alderly, aquarius

aquarians are highly intellectual and creative. marked by independence, they don't like to be instructed what to do. while they can be social, they are not likely to participate in social interactions unless they truly want to. aquarians are ideas people, never suffering a drought of inspiration.

quincey is creative and while he likes to spend time with his friends, he doesn’t want to be the center of attention. this one is an alright fit!

next gen;

baby quinn, leo

the quintessential leo, i think. i decided he was a leo before i decided his birthday, again😂

river st. james, aries

like their fellow fire signs, leo and sagittarius, aries is a passionate, motivated, and confident leader who builds community with their cheerful disposition and relentless determination. uncomplicated and direct in their approach, they often get frustrated by exhaustive details and unnecessary nuances.

river is way too detail-oriented to fit this description. i feel like his aries-ness comes out in his competitiveness. definitely passionate and motivated, though.

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