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wandanatsbaby · 4 months

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The Betrayal

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader Warnings: Angst? Not a good ending but there will be a second part

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You wanted to trust her. You really did. But everytime you looked at her all you saw and thought about was the betrayal.

It was the night of your 15th birthday. Pietro had always been faster then both of you so he went out to go gather some food while wanda did her best to clean up the old little apartment that some lady rent you all. You watched Wanda walk around and mutter to herself as she cleaned various things. You had offered to help her but she declined everytime saying “Its your birthday you need to rest.”

When Pietro had gotten back he brought more food than you all needed. You questioned it but he brushed it off and you believed him not noticing the sad look the twins gave each other. The night was wonderful and you had the best birthday. Wanda your crush since you were little had even confessed and kissed you. You didnt think things could get any better.

Later that night wanda dragged you to your shared room and you both made love to each other all night. She held you close and whispered how much she loved you into your ear while silent tears fell down her face.

The next morning when you woke up you were alone. You searched the whole house but couldn’t find the twins anywhere. And when you made it to the kitchen you found a single sticky note stuck to the fridge.

My Detka,

Im so sorry we did this. But me and Pietro had to leave. I am not allowed to tell you where due to reasons but just know were safe.

We didn’t want to leave you but we had to. You don’t need to be brought into the life were going to be living.

Last night was the best night of my life. I hope you know I meant it when I said I love you.

Pietro made sure there was plenty of food in the fridge to last you about a week. And I arranged for someone to bring you food everyweek after.

You’ll be okay. We are still looking after you. Just stay with the apartment.

We’ll see each other again

Wanda

You spent the day sobbing as you immediately threw the sticky note away and packed your stuff. You didn’t want to be in this apartment anymore. You felt disgusting and used.

Once all your stuff was packed you immediately left. You had connections that would help you get out of this city and hopefully this country.

Thats how you ended up joining the avengers. Your connection had gotten you a flight to America more specifically New York. Natasha Romanoff was the one that had brought you in.

She had caught you attempting to steal from her and when she went to confront you, you punched her. You both spent about 20 minutes fighting each other.

You weren’t sure what she saw in you but she brought you back to the avengers tower and you had quickly found your new home.

The battle of Ultron was when you saw the twins again. They were working with him and had powers. You remembering first seeing Wanda. The way her face went from shocked to angry when seeing you with them.

You were the first one that she used her magic on. She had made you relieve not only the day they left you but the night before and the day the bombs hit. Steve had to carry you onto the quinjet and sat you next to Natasha who was also out of it.

When the battle was over and Pietro being dead Wanda had joined the avengers team. You stayed away from her as much as possible. She tried talking to you multiple times but you always would just walk away.

You refused the dinners she would make, refused to train with her, and even refused to go on missions with her.

Thats what lead you here to being trapped up against a corner with Wanda looking angrily down at you. You refused to meet her eyes and instead looked at you hands.

“Y/n look at me!” she yelled as her hand hit the wall beside your head causing you to flinch. Noticing this she took a deep breath to calm herself. “Detka please. I just want to talk.”

Slowly you moved your head up to look at her. “You left. You and Pietro left me. You left me alone.” You stated quietly as you looked at her. She frowned but nodded.

“I know we did. But we had someone looking after you. Did you not get the food?” She asked worriedly trying not to imagine you starving in that small apartment.

“I left. I couldn’t stay there after you had… I couldnt.” You looked away again not wanting to look at the witch anymore.

Slowly she brought her hand up to your face and rubbed your cheek.

“Lyubov Im so sorry we left you. We should have stayed. I should have stayed. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. But please stop pushing me away.” You look back up at her with tears in your eyes.

“Please just leave me alone” You begged the girl as the tears ran down your cheeks. “I can’t look at you without remembering that or when you put those memories back into my head. I can’t sleep at night knowing that you were okay with doing that to me. So please. Just leave me alone.” You quickly pushed past her as she was distracted and ran off to your room. You hopped she would listen to you.

Wanda on the other hand was devastated. How could you tell her to leave you alone? She loved you and she wanted to be with you. She knew you loved her to and she was going to do everything in her power to have you back. You were made for each other. She saw it when she touched the scepter. She saw the life you would both live together. You were hers.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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best friends mom!emily prentiss and reader. where readers bsf invites her to join their vacation for winter break and r accepts not knowing that emily was her best friends mom that she has been fucking for weeks. a few days there, r decides to go to in the hot tub, emily joins after without thinking. emily and r has unbearable tension so they fuck in the hot tub while emily’s ex husband and r’s best friend are out skiing.

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MILF!18+

*Authors note~ I love the Emily prompts so much and I missed writing for my favourite lady*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink semi public sex, cheating milf Emily x 21 year old reader

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Delilah happened to be your best friend of 2 years, you'd met at college and instantly became thicker than thieves. For anyone who didn't know your story, it appeared you'd been friends for years. Yet realistically you didn't know each others family or home towns, you knew each others college lives inside and out. Delilah mentioned a family vacation she was being taken on and allowed a plus one, which was going to be her ex boyfriend, but the key word there was Ex. So it had all been payed for, she offered you to join in, knowing you'd been swept up in meeting the mystery girl, you'd return covered in love bits and satisfied for a few days. The cycle would repeat but you refused to divulge much information, only offering her gender and saying she's older, but god damn amazing in bed. So the break would do you the world of good.

That was how you found yourself and your best friend driving up to the cabin. A skiing holiday. Both singling obnoxiously loud to a special playlist of all your favourites. The emotional response would change from breakups to sexy to sad to happy and in love, a true mix but all of them loved by you both. When you arrived at the cabin you got all settled in your room before Delilah's dad and step mother arrived.

The shock of your life came when you saw your secret lover stood next to the man Delilah addressed as dad. "Emily" she nodded at your secret lover and that's when your eyes met, she was just as shocked to see you here too. Neither of before realised you were talking of the same girl. Delilah. You knew her as li and Emily addressed her as Delilah, so truly it was understandable how one didn't connect the two. Emily of course told you of her failing arranged marriage, her mother unwilling to accept that Emily was Lesbian so she arranged the marriage with a wealthy man, it made her look good so what was Emily's happiness to her?

With a nervous hi to both adults you began to listen in to what was going on. Delilah and her dad wanting to hit the slope as soon as possible, Emily hoping to stay back at the cabin maybe get a little nap in. So they were completely divided which meant they turned to you. "Uh um I could stay here with Emily? I could do with a nap, I'll hit the slopes tomorrow with you li?" You murmured hoping it would be okay.

Soon enough it had been decided li and her dad would hit the slopes and you and Emily would hang back here. As soon as they both left, Emily made her way to where you were staying, "that's your li?" She murmured as her eyes raked over your body. "You have a step daughter and a mommy kink em?" You teased watching as she smiled and came closer to you to steal a kiss. "Shut up princess you have no problem with calling me mommy when I'm attending to that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured against your lips before shoving you against the wall, the moment your back connected with the wall you let out a ridiculously loud moan. "Now now princess don't scream too loud or we will get caught" she teased before removing herself from you, "get a swim suit on, there's a hot tub and Im sure you'd hate to leave mommy all alone in there" she purred adding a quick swat to your bottom before heading to change.

By the time you had changed, Emily had already found herself in the hot tub, her burgundy swim sit hardly containing her plentiful boobs from spilling out over the cups. Her head lolled back in relaxation as the steam rose hitting cold air. "Mommy?" You whimpered as your need clouded your mind. It had been way too long since you'd had your lips on her pert buds, or lapping at her slick folds, hell you missed being dicked down by her strap. You missed your mommy and here and now with her like that, you just had to have her. "Join me princess" she murmured not even bothering to open her eyes as you scurried to join her.

The water was warm and you couldn't help but moan slightly as it washed over your skin, taking a seat next to Emily. "Now now princess you know mommy likes you on her lap" she murmured causing you to now straddle her lap. "Hello pretty girl" she murmured before kissing you hard enough to make your toes curl. "Mommy" you whined rolling your hips, only to find out she's packing.

"Mommy need you" you whined into her ear. "Princess it's been a few days since we you've had mommy, such a needy little slut aren't you?" She murmured before freeing her strap. "Gonna ride me like a good girl" she demanded really before slipping the binki bottom material to the side before allowing you to sink onto the faux dick.

"Oh mommy, fuck yes more" you whimpered eyes rolling back your head as you felt her hit that spot inside you only she could find. "Come on baby. Let mommy use that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured and you began to bounce on the strap. The hot tub jets adding bubbles to hide what was going on, "mommy mommy fuck want bed" you murmured in coherently. Quickly hoping off her strap you stumbled from the hot tube and to the bedroom you were staying in. Emily got on your heels.

Immediately you were bent over the bed, strap entering your core once more, this time pace being ruthless and erratic, "fuck princess feel so good. Take it. Take mommys cock. Fuck squeezing me so good baby" she moaned as to simply laid there taking the brutal assault, murmuring incoherent words and pleads. "Mommy! Love you mommy mommy please" you whimpered, "gonna cum" you warned. "That's it princess come for me. That's it good girl"

Emily fucked you through your orgasm before slipping from your core and moving to kiss you, "oh princess this holiday is going to be so much fun, now go clean up and look busy they'll be back soon, I love you princess" she murmured before leaving the room to freshen up.

Word count~ 1188

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x reader smut #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss smut #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #anon request #anon requested #🐦 anon

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agendabymooner · 8 months

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here comes the sun ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“little darling, the smile’s returning to their faces.”

summary: daniel and their fans (altogether) made sure that lorelei ‘lester’ ricciardo’s weeks of return in both the paddock and stage are bearable as their son, beau, made his presence known to the public a year after being born.

OR lester continues to prove that she'll always be with the tifosi first and be a red bull driver's wife after.

content warning: dad!daniel x mom!ofc content, red bull and ferrari admins being themselves (again), baby ric/little parmesan’s paddock debut, fluff fluff fluff, grid uncles and måneskin uncles, arthur leclerc being a piece of shit on twitter but i love him or sumn like that

note: i’m back from a lecture mwehehehe. check out the prequel for the rush series, own my mind!! enjoy xx

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danielricciardo posted a story !!

tagged loricciardo, maneskinofficial, _thomasraggi, ethaneskin, ykaaar

liked by ethaneskin, charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari

user1 MOOOOOMMY 😍🥵

user2 do y'all ever wonder if charles had a crush on her?

user3 where did that even come from?

user2 idk he's been listening to them for as long as he knew them lmfaooooo it's just a question

user4 drivers in the attendance were charles, lando, max and pierre (with danny ofc) btw

user5 oh bless 🙏

charles_leclerc watching the concert was one thing but to experience it firsthand with the little parmesan was incredibly priceless liked by danielricciardo

landonorris in the end, little par is THE VIBE. no exceptions liked by danielricciardo

oscarpiastri saw little par kick a football in monza 👌 he can still make it to the socceroos team liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he's bout to be australia's pride

colabebe you're half italian, danny. if you're half and lester's full, bambino beau is 3/4 😽

oscarpiastri i refuse to accept these ideals, cola. i'm sorry. once an aussie, always an aussie

scuderiaferrari she's so back, welcome her 😭😍

redbullracing she is the moment your honour 🤭

ykaaar nice to see you again dan! not that i don't see your insufferable ass every other week 🤔 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you're making me really sad with these claims, damiano 🥲

ykaaar do u want me to kiss it better 🤕

loricciardo omg my biggest fans 🥺 liked by danielricciardo

loricciardo i love you and the little bear soooo much 🥰 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo my favourite musician 🤩

tagged loricciardo

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1

landonorris slee🅱️y boys liked by danielricciardo

colabebe LOOK AT MY LITTLE NEPHEW !!!! beau beaaaaar!!! 🐻 liked by danielricciardo

nora_alessandro such handsome boys!!! 😍 liked by danielricciardo

georgerussell63 excuse me, ma'am? 🤨

danielricciardo go back to your tea, my dear brother-in-law georgerussell63

georgerussell63 🙄

user1 DADDY RIC!!!!

maxverstappen1 daddy ric ^^ liked by danielricciardo

user2 this is the kind of shit that we do NOT say aloud alright max 😭

user3 us maxiel enjoyers cannot take it 🥲 stop keeping our hopes up

oscarpiastri me and colabebe would babysit him if you'd allow it 🙌

landonorris i think you and i would have to talk about the babysitting privileges first, oscar.

user4 THE PERIOD IN THE END IM-

user5 bro really said "watch yo mouth" 😭

lewishamilton it wouldn't be a surprise if beau's just as energetic as you are 🤣 liked by danielricciardo

ethaneskin the next time i see him, i will spoil the f out of him 🤧 liked by danielricciardo

_thomasraggi uncle tommy's otw to get him everything he wants 😍 liked by danielricciardo

ykaaar he is so uncle dami-coded 😊 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he doesn't look like you but ok 🙄

ykaaar just wait.

loricciardo my loveeeeees 😩😍 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo is it bad that i'm trying to outdo the little bear when it comes to your love? 🤔

loricciardo you will not need to try that hard, mio tasso. beau will always have the first place in my heart. you're a close second though 😽

danielricciardo aw it's all good, i guess. he is number one in mine too 🥰

loricciardo i'm glad we can come to an agreement then, my love 🤝

danielricciardo 🤝

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tartigglez · 1 year

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"allow me to comfort you?"

zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff/reverse comfort

word count: 1.1k

tags: zhongli is SO SAD. IM SORRY. uhhhhh cuddles, lots of em, kith kith, nightmares, zhongli is dragon boi

tw/cw: ig zhongli has some sort of what i guess could be called anxiety but that's kinda it

a/n: decided to double post this week because i have exams and this is my way to destress, enjoy :)

ps... this is not very well proofread

opening your eyes in the morning is normally quite a peaceful feeling, especially when your boyfriend is with you, as he would normally have his arms wrapped around you, lovingly awakening you from your slumber. however, today seemed different, or rather, tonight.

you were awakened to the feeling of movement, and a rather dragonic looking man stirring next to you in bed.

was he having a dream? a bad one? you could’ve sworn this was the first time this had happened, and you weren’t sure what to do.

after a moment, you sat up, and decided to awaken him, as you could see the golden patterns on his arms glowing every few seconds, which after knowing him for a while, you came to figure meant he was in some sort of distress.

you grabbed his arm and started to move your hand up and down gently, as to not startle the man too much. some people might think its a risk not worth taking, to awaken a literal sleeping dragon, and even you knew the man had the potential to hurt you, but he never would. you trusted him, more than anything.

after turning on the lamp at the bedside, you began making more effort to awaken the man.

“zhong. my love, wake up”

after about thirty seconds of attempting to awaken him, the man suddenly sprung upwards, breathing heavily, and catching hold of his surroundings. he scanned around him, before grabbing onto your hand and looking down, closing his eyes.

shortly after you began to hear gentle sobs from the man. surely this can't be right. rex lapis, crying…?

“hey, what happened? you okay?”

you quickly realised however, that these questions were pointless, and that he was not going to respond. instead, you opted for pulling him closer to you, wrapping one of your arms around his broad shoulders, and holding his hand with the other, gently stroking his thumb.

his gentle sobs continued for a few minutes, before you moved your hand from his and used it to pull his head to your chest, where you presumed he could perhaps find some solace as you ran your fingers through his hair.

when his sobs finally slowed down, it took him a moment to pipe up.

“surely this position is uncomfortable for you, aren’t my horns hurting you, or digging into you somewhere? i can make them g-”

“shh, i’m okay. promise.”

“v-very well”

after another moment of silence, he spoke again…

“i am... sorry for awakening you. i cannot remember the last time this happened, but it was truly long ago”

“my love, you have nothing to apologise for. do you want to talk about it?”

“i suppose it would be improper of me not to offer up an explanation after so crudely awakening you like this… i dreamt that… they left me”

“they left you…? who?”

“the liyuean people. i dreamt that they abandoned everything here, that their archon was no longer worthy and-”

was he crying? again?

“hey, you’re okay. it was only a dream”

“i’m sorry, i do not have these experiences often, which means that they only feel more real to me”

you wipe the tears from beneath his eyes, and lean up to place a gentle kiss to the top of his forehead.

it was still an odd sight to see zhongli crying.

"i know, darling, i know”

“may i talk to you about something? If you wouldn’t mind lending an ear?”

“that's exactly what i'm here for, ‘li”

“very well. truthfully i sometimes feel as though a lot of my person is a façade. of course i am required to believe that i am powerful, otherwise i would not hold my position amongst the seven, but honestly i sometimes feel that i am not enough for the people here in liyue. i have given them everything i have, but what if that is not enough? what if one day, liyue, rex lapis, morax and zhongli are all left in the dust. what if it is all forgotten? if my efforts are put to waste?”

“zhong. when was the last time you interacted with a liyuean? they all know that you care for them more than anything, do not let your own self doubt get in the way of that, or you will become blinded by your insecurities. you are doing a good job, take it slowly. after all, fate awaits us all, and there is very little that can be done about it. i promise you, the people of liyue love you. i love you”

“i love you as well, dear. sometimes i just worry.”

“i know. i cannot even begin to imagine the amount of pressure you are under.”

you used your hand to tilt his face towards yours, before easing his worries with a kiss.

“shall we lay down dear? i still feel apologetic for waking you up”

“sure, but just this once, allow me to comfort you?”

“very well”

you moved to lie flat on your back, as zhongli moved himself closer to you, resting his head upon your chest.

“is this okay?”

he asked, wondering if the position was comfortable for you. after all the man did have literal horns poking out of his head.

“mhm! can i play with your hair?”

“please, do. that sounds ever so pleasant at this moment in time.”

and so you moved your fingers to entangle in his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he let out a large yawn, wrapping himself tighter around you.

“i love you, y/n”

“love you too, ‘li”

after a few moments of pleasant silence, you piped up again, with intentions to ask the man if he had calmed down any.

“zhong?”

“zhong~?”

ah. he was sleeping.

“sleep well, prince”

and all of a sudden, began a low, rumbling, purring noise, from somewhere in the mans chest. an ability you were completely unaware he had, but for some reason the sound soothed you, and let you know he was calm, and happy in your presence.

you placed a gentle kiss to his head once again, before drifting off into your own slumber.

you awakened to the feeling of gentle kisses being placed upon your shoulder, by none other than zhongli himself, who was obviously very impatiently waiting for you to wake up.

“ah, you're awake. good morning, dear”

“mmm, morning zhong”

“did you rest well?”

“i did. you?”

“me too”

“why of course, i'm not sure why i asked”

“what is that supposed to mean…?”

“you started purring in your sleep last night”

“i did WHAT?!"

#ZHONGLI CHARACTER BREAKKKKK #genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli fluff #zhongli fic

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vancehopperenthusiast · 2 years

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Maybe I’m your soulmate. || Robin Arellano

Summary- the week you move to Denver, is also the week robin gets suspended. what happens when Finney welcomes you with open arms and you two quickly become friends, bestfriends even (I'll give you a hint, robin isn't too happy.)

Tags- studying, enemies to ??? flirters?? , group project, best friends, fuckin moose, jealous robin, that's all i think

CWS- cursing ..? i think thats it

Notes- HIHI uhm idk if im gonna write a part 2 for this atm but if you guys want one i will! uhm also sorry for shitty grammar LMAO i suck at stuff like that

Moving was never easy, especially not when you join a new school in the middle of the year.

Although you quickly got situated when you met Finney Blake, you and he had been friends for a little over a week & it was safe to say you considered him your best friend.

That Friday morning when you walked to school with Finney and Gwen like usual, the second you neared the school, chanting was heard

“FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT” the group yelled while a taller, much paler boy spoke, “I will pound you like a nail you scrawny little shithead.”

“then do it, unless you’re scared.”

You looked at Finney, “Who the fuck has the balls to fight moose?”

“Robin Arellano.” Gwen answered, “Who? Am I supposed to know him?” You were bombarded with questions as a fight broke out.

You watched intently while listening to your answer, “Robin was Finney’s best friend until he got sent to his grandma's for a week because he got suspended, he’s also the toughest kid in school next to Pinball Vance Hopper.”

“Was Finney's best friend?” you repeated

“Yeah Robin could never call so we kinda just drifted, I was sad for a while but then you came into the picture,” Finney spoke up at last.

you were about to say something else until the actual fight broke out, Robin demolishing Moose, he probably broke his nose.

“Holy shit!” Gwen gasped, her mouth agape, “Let’s go guys.” Finney tugged at Gwen’s arm that wouldn’t budge. When the girl finally moved she was already yapping about it.

“What the hell!! That was Moose!” the brunette said agitatedly.

“I don’t care” The short-haired brunette rolled his eyes, looking to the side.

“He probably deserved it!” You laughed, “Moose is a giant asshole, Finn.”

He nearly responded but someone else did for him, “Hey Finn, what’s happening” You rose your brow at the nickname, a hand snaked around his shoulder.

“Robin, you just came back! You can’t be getting into fights already” Finney laughed, shrugging off his arm.

“Moose needed the beat down if you ask me, ain’t that right Gwen?” He leaned forward, turning his head towards Gwen and your direction.

When he saw you instead of Gwen his eyebrows furrowed in confusion; “Who’s this? Your girlfriend? ooh, Donna won’t be too happy to hear that you’re two-timing Finn” He joked.

You smiled, “Nah me and Finn are just friends. I try giving advice but uh you know how he is, stubborn and hardheaded." you gave Finney a nudge in his side, and he rolled his eyes in response.

"finn? yo i thought i was the only one who called you that? since I'M your bestfriend n all. is she a bully? i don't fight girls but i know people who do." the long haired brunette said intimidatingly.

"hey man chill, finney is allowed to have other friends! especially after you ditched him!" gwen defended.

"i didn't fucking ditch him! i was suspended and couldn't talk to anyone for like a week!" the bandanaed boy exclaimed, an offensive look on his face.

you and finney both opened your mouth to say something, but the bell rung, and students started filling to their classes. "gotta go. later finn, later gwen. Arellano" you nodded before walking off, making your way to your class. shuffling with the other students.

"alright class, as you know.. or not seeing as most of you cannot read," the teacher sighed, his monotone voice staying through out his lecture, "you will have two big projects, middle of the year and end of the year. today marks the OFFICAL start of the end of the school year, hold your applause. you will be working in pairs of two, on the classical big bang theory." the teacher huffed and began explaining the rest of the project.

youy groaned quietly, putting your head in your hands, what if you get paired up with braxton rose? he was the worst! he put gum in your hair before winter break, it took hours to get it out.

"now i will be announcing the pairs. boo who cry me a river ashley. you're not getting paired up with vance OR kamala." vance was the boyfriend, kamala was the bestie. if you couldnt tell.

"right so first we have.." the names ran through and through your ears until you heard your name at last. "Y/N and.. Robin. thats all class, now you can go. projects are due next week." you gasped, robin was in this class? the fuck? you hadn't even noticed. i mean you could always ask mr green to switch partners, but his divorce was already stressing him out. being a middle school teacher is even worse, so nah not a chance.

begrudgingly, you pushed your self out of the plastic chair, stretching your joints. you grabbed your stuff and turned to find robin, your eyes didnt have to strain themselves for long because he was right at your desk. "hey robin, meet up at the library, five? bring your shit. we'll start planning?" you asked assertively.

"uhm can't we do it right after school? maybe i've got plans. plus we have study hall, we can do it then?" he tried his best to reschedule.

you sighed, "do you have something to do at five exactly?"

robin smiled, shaking his head left to right, "Nah, sorry. I'll see you after school?"

"alright see ya," you groaned, mentally slapping yourself in the face, robin areallno? of all people. Braxton would be better than this.

the day finished swiftly. leaving you an hour and a half to get home, freshen up and get to the library on time.

Keep reading

you had barely made it on time. three minutes till the clock struck five, when you entered the deserted library, apart from a few nerds studying, robin was nowhere to be found. you scoffed, sitting down at a table in the back, pulling your books out, shaking your leg anxiously until he showed up.

it was about five-ten when he did. you had sat there looking like a loser! he walked in coolly, sliding into a seat next to you. "you're late."

"sorry I fell asleep anyways I'm ready to work now." he cheesed, opening up his notebook, and helping

you two had worked for about twenty minutes before you hit a gigantic boulder. a boulder that stopped your work entirely for half an hour. "this isn't gonna work. you're too overbearing." he ran a hand through his hair.

had it always been that pretty? maybe it just looked better now that there wasnt crimson colored liquid in it.

you shrugged the thought off, "would you be more comfy in more well know space? we could go to yours and work on it there?"

"fuck no! you could be a murderer for all i know." he tried his best to look intimidating but his eyes weren't completely objecting to the scenerio.

you smiled cheekily, looking him in his eyes for the first time in a while leaning up in your seat slightly to get closer to him, "maybe i'm your soulmate." you could see him get flustered. it was almost embarrassing for you.

just then the old timey grandfather clock rang, "ah thats me. see ya robin." grabbing your things and walking out.

robin sat there however, what the hell just happened? were you flirting? wasn't this a rivalry for the companionship of finney blake? yeah okay that was weird. however, what was weirder is the fact that he wasn't absolutely disgusted by the fact that you were flirting with him.

well shit

#robin arellano #finney blake #griffin stagg #paperboy #vance hopper #the black phone #pinball #pinball vance #pinball vance hopper #robin arellano x reader #the black phone x reader

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plasmaspring · 2 years

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Thinking about Logan makes me so sad. More than anyone else I think he is a character who was screwed by his own popularity. By any reasonable metric his story should have ended twenty years ago. He should have faded comfortably into the background to raise the next generation of children, to make sure none of them ever ever went through what he did. But instead, because he sells toys and comic books, and in universe he’s the best there is at what he does, he gets pushed into the spotlight again and again, living the same beats over and over.

The thing about Logan is that he absolutely doesn’t want to be a hero. Being a hero brings out the worst in him, puts him in situations that force him to surrender to the instincts he’s been fighting his entire life, puts him right back in his lifetime full of trauma and heartbreak and loss. What Logan wants to be is a father. He hasn’t always been a good one lord knows, but when he sees children he’s filled with this overwhelming love and compassion. He gives amazing hugs. He’s gruff and kind of tough love man but there is nothing he wouldn’t do for them. This is textually completely evident right from his first interaction with Kitty. He is absolutely more of a dad to her than her biological father. One of my absolute favorite scenes from Claremont UXM is the scene where he talks sense into colossus about breaking up with kitty because it shows absolutely how much of a priority this girl is for him, how deeply he hates seeing her hurt, and in his own way that is a deeply vulnerable thing for Logan to admit. And more than his relationship with these kids, being a father to them is the ultimate affirmation of the struggle against his trauma: weapons don’t have children, weapons don’t hold teenage girls tight when they go through a breakup that shatters their entire world, weapons don’t stay up worried sick wondering if they did the right thing or if they were too harsh. But Logan does. Because Logan’s not a weapon, he’s a man, and he’s a father with one of the kindest hearts on that team.

I’m sad for the Logan we could have had if the x men’s stories were allowed to end and they were allowed to be happy. I’m sad that Logan never got to host a board game night for kitty and her friends, never got to win monopoly by making the most devious trade you ever saw. I’m sad we never see Logan in the store worrying about which juice it is that Jubilee likes because she’s very particular about a certain flavor and she’s had a rough week. I’m sad that Logan doesn’t get to shelter Laura like he should have, that he doesn’t get to want to put her behind him and cut the hand off of anyone who even thinks about using her as a weapon, about putting her through more than she’s already been through. Im sad that he will never get to walk kitty down the aisle to marry the woman of her dreams with a tear rolling down his cheek that he tries so hard to hide. I’m sad that we don’t get to see Logan sit in a cozy armchair with his grandchildren on his lap, reading them a storybook that kitty wrote. I’m sad that he has to be thrust into the center of every event. I’m sad that he never ever gets to truly be at peace like he deserves.

#sobs #the x men #xmen #wolverine #Logan #logan howlett #kitty pryde #jubilation lee #jubilee #Laura Kinney #x-23

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stormyoceans · 4 months

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vv brainrot continuation:

dad, I missed you (mom, I missed you)

that cute "feels so good" sound (pink drink, I really want to try it)

hugs in bed are the same as after joob’s funeral

part 3/4 damn music from vice versa! aof, fuck, just admit everything already!

we got lost (and found our local glasshouse)

bonfires and songs with guitar

return of shirts (and they smell like each other. what could be more erotic)

interrupted kiss (okay, not because of bad breath)

the description of the sky is worthy of rawi’s palette the guys were right, this damn miss universe appeared before our eyes. lord, I'm not completely alive, monica. what about you? you know, maybe sea didn’t lie, and the remaining episodes won’t be sad even despite the breakup, bc the worst and most expected has already happened, and then everything will go easier. william's song brought me to tears, it's beautiful! and I liked day's version. its so romantic. but, forgive me, the bed scene could have been much better, the angles and amount of blur didn’t turn out very well, and, tbh, I expected more tactility from day, so that he could study mork’s body with his hands. it was so important to him, but they showed it to us very quickly and didn’t spend enough time on it. but I really liked that they were presented as switch, moving away from the nightmare clichés, it's great. the scene on the mountain is the pinnacle of it all, and lord knows the boys pulled it off superbly. it was so emotional. I crumbled like sand and don’t know how I’ll recover by next week. monica, share your brainrot, I’m sure I missed everything possible bc I was so busy in the bed scene.

SORRY PINKYBRAIN IM AFRAID IM GONNA BE COMPLETELY USELESS THIS TIME AROUND I SWEAR I EVEN TRIED TO REWATCH THE EPISODE TO PICK UP MORE PARALLELS BUT I ONLY ENDED UP SOBBING ON THE FLOOR WHILE CLUTCHING A BUNCH OF SCREENSHOTS TO MY CHEST

and you've already pointed out all of these moments but allow me to put them side by side anyway because!!!!!!!

[CHANTS] COMFORT SHIPS COMFORT SHIPS COMFORT SHIPS PORTRAYED BY THE MOST COMFORT BOYS JUST SO COMFORT SHAPED COMFORT SHIPS!!!!!!!!!

and even if these two moments can’t really be compared THEY INVENTED EMOTIONAL FOREHEAD TOUCHES TOO!!!!!!!!

my personal emotional devastation aside, tho, i do think there are some parallels to be drawn between episode 9 of vice versa and episode 9 of last twilight, between puen on an island finally accepting his life in the original universe and by the end "gaining sight" on who talay really is, and day on a mountain finally accepting going blind and having his last sight being mork. i also think it's interesting that in last twilight (the ost) at one point there's the line "my heart cherishes the memory of us" while in vice versa the very last line of friend credits' second movie is "though we aren't together tomorrow, you're always here in my memories". like idk if it's a reach but both shows are about seeing when you can't really see (not just in the literal physical sense) and acceptance and carrying this love that helped you through it all with you and i just think someone with a brain activity currently higher than my own could make some connections!!!!!!!!

i personally did like the sex scene (i've talked about it here a little if you're interested), but i think i also get what you mean. if it were for me we would definitely have gotten a 17 minutes long one take focused on day's hands as he traced every part of mork's body starting from his face and slowly making his way down to his feet. but at the same time i wonder if it would have made sense for their first time. i feel like day was already so preoccupied with his sight being almost gone that what he needed in that moment was to get lost in the feelings rather than commit mork's body to memory. and who knows, last twilight has already broken p’aof’s habit of having only a couple of kisses in his shows, maybe it will make him give us another intimate scene too!!!

#once again i apologize for being useless but this episode really destroyed any trace of sanity i had left ;;;;;;#if i ever catch some other parallels in the future i will definitely let you know!!!!#last twilight the series #vice versa #morkday #puentalay #m: ask

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haee-elia · 1 year

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1x03 - won’t get fooled again

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (2nd POV)

summary: in which a young woman visiting her brother in prison gets help from two agents, one being a very handsome Dr. Spencer Reid

warnings: mentions of prison, embezzlement, cancer, criminals, death, bombs, palliative care, terminal illness, estrangement (?), and no-contact with family

word count: 3132 (HOW???)

a/n: i’ve been writing so frequently that i actually am almost behind with watching the criminal minds episodes. as of writing for the third episode, i am halfway through ep 4 and really need to start watching to get ideas and all much more than i have been. im so happy to see all the love on the first two one shots and welcome engagement!

for those who might have missed the first two, here’s the masterlist for season one!

and here’s the premise of what i’m doing

“Are you kidding me?” You ask, exasperated, looking at the prison guard standing behind the window. He looked at you, no expression on his face and sighed.

“Sorry, miss,” He replied. You scoff on the inside, there was no tone that indicated this guy, Jacob from his name tag, was sympathetic at all. Especially after the 10 minute speech you just gave this man. You’re sure that he’s heard plenty of those working for a prison system, but it really was unfair in your opinion.

“I called ahead this entire month to make sure I could come today. I even called this morning and no one told me that visitors wouldn’t be allowed today.” You reiterated.

“Sorry, miss, there’s nothing I can do.” He echoed again.

You feel a presence walking up behind you, but you ignore for now and carry on, “Just, is there someone I can talk to? Can you give me a reason?”

“You need to come back next week, miss,”

You sigh and resist the urge to rub your fingers at your temple to prevent the quickly oncoming headache, “I can’t come back next week, I don’t live here. I just need five minutes tops with my brother. That’s it. I don’t care if there’s a thousand guards in the room or if we’re both wearing straight jackets, I just need to talk to my brother.”

“Whatever you need to tell your brother can wait.”

You close your eyes in frustration and run your fingers through your hair, “Our mother has cancer! It’s stage four and it’s terminal and I wanted to give him the privilege of telling him in person!”

“I can’t do anything, miss, now you need to leave.”

You can feel tears brimming, not in sadness, just in frustration. Your flight and trip that you had carefully planned over the past month in order to inform your brother about your mom had gone chaotic. First, your flight had been canceled and you instead took a red-eye flight in order to still make it here to tell your brother. In the past month in which you had planned to make your way down here, your mother’s condition had worsened and you desperately needed to get back to care for her. Plus, your job was expecting you back and you already took off the maximum amount of time you could, using sick days and vacation to still get paid.

“Excuse you,” you hear a voice behind you. You turn your head to see two men standing behind you, your cheeks redden a bit when you realize they just heard your entire sob story.

The first man was an older gentleman, slightly reminded you of your father with his greenish-blue shirt slouched on his body and his gray pants with deep pockets. His eyes noted some sort of twinkle in them, a youthful playfulness almost.

The second man was standing right off to the side of the first and he was more around your age. Standing tall with brown hair that curled around his ears wearing a neutral brown striped shirt tucked into his brown pants that were being held up by a belt. His eyes portrayed a more nervous demeanor, although he did meet your eyes when you glanced at him.

“Surely you can allow this young lady a few minutes with her brother,” The first man continued to say.

The prison guard seemed much more receptive to the older man than he was to you, figures. “I am sorry, but we have some police coming to question a very volatile prisoner.”

You swallow a scoff and force your eyes not to roll as the prison guard very easily these two men with an answer you were trying to get for the past 15 minutes.

Both men stand up a little straighter at the guard’s response and the second man, the one you noted with more nervousness which has now dissipated, reached into his pocket to retrieve something.

You very much didn’t expect a badge to be flashed to the prison guard. “We understand, sir, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid with my colleague here, Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon. We’re both with the FBI here to question Mr. Bale, but nowhere did we mention that the prison had to be on lockdown for visitors while we conduct our short interview.”

Your eyes widen and sweep the ground as the both authoritative and informative voice of the taller agent rang out.

The prison guard man seemed bristled by the words, “Just prison protocol, sir. I’m sure you can understand, agents.”

You fake cough and correct the asshole guard, “Doctor!”

This earned small smiles and grins from the two FBI agents that are still behind you and the guard narrowed his eyes at you, a sneer forming on his face.

Before he, or anyone, could say anything, another man walked up behind the prison guard on the other side of the cement separator of the entrance into the prison. He smiles at the two agents and glances at you, not dropping his smile, but his eyes read a hint of confusion.

“SSA Gideon, Dr. Reid, it’s great to meet you both!” He says enthusiastically, “If you’ll follow me, I show you where we’ve set up Mr. Bale,”

Both men give the man in a suit a nod in acknowledgement, but the lanky man, Dr. Reid, holds up his hand first, “Would it be possible for this young woman to be able to pay a short visit to her brother, Warden?” He questions.

The warden of the prison turns to you, still with a happy-go-lucky smile, “And you are, miss?”

“Hi,” You introduce yourself, “I called ahead a week ago, two days ago, yesterday, and this morning hoping to see my brother.” You can sense the man’s hesitance, “It doesn’t have to be a long visit at all! I would have never come if the woman on the phone this morning didn’t say you weren’t accepting visitors today. It’s just, I’m from out of town and traveled down here to specifically talk to my brother. Our mom has terminal cancer and I wanted to tell him in person.”

“I am very sorry to hear that,” The warden pauses and looks over to the more senior Agent Gideon to gauge his reaction.

Agent Gideon gives you a small grin and glance and then turns back to address the warden, “I assure you it would be no bother at all if the young woman were to talk to her brother.”

“I would agree if it weren’t for the volatile nature of Adrian Bale, Agent Gideon,” The warden responds. At least this man seems a little bit more sympathetic to your situation. Much more than the guard who has remained in the room who has taken to just staring ahead past all three of you still waiting to enter the prison at the wall.

This time Dr. Reid pipes up, “I assume Mr. Bale will be restrained when we conduct our interview in a secure room with multiple guards posted in and outside the room. I also doubt that her brother is housed in the same maximum security wing that Mr. Bale is in.”

He looks to you towards the tail end of his last sentence and you take action, “No, he isn’t. He’s in general population and I would really only need 10 minutes, sir.”

The warden ponders for a bit before looking between you, Dr. Reid, and Agent Gideon and then again back to you. A small slightly defeated smile creeps up on his face.

“I am sure I can spare a few guards and arrange for a short visit with your brother.” The warden motions to the prison guard who sighs and grabs the walkie-talkie off his belt and arranges for some guards to handle the visit.

You can’t help but have a wide smile appear on your face and you verbally thank the warden and the prison guard, although that one is much more forced. Then you turn back to Dr. Reid and Agent Gideon.

“Thank you so much,” You say, formally introducing yourself and then holding out your hand.

Both men shake your hand and wave it off, although Dr. Reid seems much more hesitant to extend out his hand and shake it in yours. Even as he does it, you can tell his hand is a little bit clammy.

“Please,” Agent Gideon responds, “It was no big deal.”

You hear a buzzing noise come from the gated entrance and realize they are letting you through. You put your purse and phone in the plastic tray provided to you by a guard and wave at both men as you are led down the cement and stone hallway. The last thing you see when you turn the corner is Dr. Reid smiling, glancing his gaze between you and his shoes.

Both of you involuntarily blush when your eyes make contact and you, almost regretfully, watch his figure disappear as you move after the guards.

. . .

As you moved through the gated doors, a buzzing noise sounding out your arrival, you had a lot of thoughts on your mind. One of them, however, was not seeing the Dr. Reid again in the same room as before.

“Dr. Reid?” You questioned as you came through, you thanked the new prison guard who handed you the plastic tray with your belongings in it. Gathering your purse and phone.

“Oh,” Dr. Reid responded, “Hi, uh, please, just call me Spencer.”

There was a standing silence for a few moments, both of you not sure what to say to the other.

“How did it go?” You both say in unison. Your faces turn a nice flush and you share a nice chuckle on how you spoke together.

“Um, how did your interview go?” You ask. There’s a small look of confusion on his face and you go to elaborate, “Your interview with Adrian Bale? I heard you and your colleague mention it earlier. He’s the Boston Shrapnel Bomber, right?”

Spencer nods, “Yeah, it, uh, went okay.”

You cringe at yourself, “It’s probably official FBI business right? You can’t really talk about it, can you?” You ask.

“It really wasn’t that eventful, actually,” He responds with a hint of something you can’t quite put your finger on written on his face. You’re not sure you believe the entire statement, there seems to be another few thoughts running in his mind.

“So, where’s your colleague?” You ask. You hadn’t seen Agent Gideon since you walked back into the main entrance.

Spencer picks out his phone from his pocket and shows it to you, “I was just calling him. He left to take care of something else,” He explains vaguely.

You don’t pay much attention to the poor explanation, you know its probably something not meant for your eyes and ears.

“What about you?” Spencer asked, “Your, uh, visit with your brother. How did it go?”

You shrugged, “As good as something like telling your brother your mom has cancer can go. That she’s terminal and in palliative care. That she’s not gonna get better and will die.”

“I’m sorry that your mom is sick.” He replied.

You nodded. It was something that you had heard from dozens of people in the past couple months.

“My mom,” Spencer starts saying, by his tone it almost seems like its difficult to say, “She, uh, has paranoid schizophrenia.”

That was not something you had heard from others. Definitely not.

When you don’t answer at first, Spencer backtracks, “I, uh, don’t know why I said that. It’s not like its a competition, I’m so so-”

“Don’t worry about it,” You interrupt and wave his concerns off, “I’m really sorry about your mom too.”

Spencer gives you a small awkward smile, “Thanks. I really don’t know why I told you that. I haven’t really told anyone about my mom before.”

You return the smile, “I find that people are much more open to talk about their tragedies with people who are currently going through one.” You respond.

“God,” You scoff at yourself, “That was kinda sappy and poetic.” You state.

You walk over towards Spencer and go to sit at one of the plastic folding chairs set against the wall. They weren’t built for maximum comfort, this was a prison after all.

“Do you wanna sit?” You offer to Spencer, “You can keep me company until you have to leave or until my bus comes.” You say, checking outside for any sign of said bus.

Spencer nods, wipes his hands on his pants and walks over, sitting in the seat next to you. He places his satchel bag that was over his shoulder and sitting on his hip to the ground below you, joining where you sat your own purse.

“Is it just you and your brother?” Spencer asks, trying to make small talk.

You shake your head, “No, we have an older brother. He’s four years older than me. I’m the middle child and only daughter.”

“Could he not visit?” Spencer prys.

If it were anyone else asking this question, you would probaby give some half-assed answer, but to be honest, you were awfully bottled up emotionally from today’s visit and perhaps you did find truth in sharing tragedies.

“They’re not on talking terms, my brothers. Jeremiah, the one I’m visiting, is in prison for embezzling money and he’s loaned a lot more money from family too. He has a gambling addiction.” You explain.

“David, my older brother, got him a job at his workplace and when Jeremiah stole money from work, David got fired. David doesn’t want anything to do with Jeremiah and certainly wasn’t gonna come down to tell him about mom. And Dad refuses to leaves mom’s side ever since she’s gone into palliative care. He’s afraid that if he leaves, she’ll die.”

“So, you came out here to tell your brother?”

You nod, “Yeah. He didn’t deserve to find out in a letter and even though Dad and David are pissed at him right now, he still deserves the time that each of us got. To ask questions about mom’s condition and get some information.”

Spencer gives you a smile, “That’s really thoughtful of you.”

“Thanks,” You reply, then your expression turns more somber, “Is it weird that I’m not mad at him? I mean, he borrowed ten thousand dollars I know I’ll never get back and got my brother fired and stole from my parents and the family business, but I just can’t stay mad at him.”

“I don’t think that’s weird.” Spencer assured you with a small smile on his face. The more you looked at him, you couldn’t believe how a guy so nice and caring and comforting was just interviewing one of the most dangerous criminals in the area.

“So, uh,” You go to change the subject, “Do you have any good food recommendations while I’m in town?” You inquire. You were hoping that whatever he suggested could be turned around in an excuse to maybe get dinner. Sure, it wasn’t practical since you were just visiting and you had only just met the guy, but then again, it’s not like you went and told all your family drama to everyone you just met.

There was something about this guy in particular, with his sweet hair and awkward posture that caught your eye and warmed your heart.

He chuckled and fiddled with the strap of his satchel bag on the edge of his chair, “I, uh, actually don’t live here. My team and I traveled down for a case from Quantico, Virginia.”

Your eyes widened a bit, “Oh,” It was your turn to chuckle now, “I live in D.C.” You respond.

“Wait,” He asks of you, “Really?”

You confirm with a nod and laugh out loud, “Yeah, I’m a political analyst on Capital Hill! It’s kind of crazy to meet here of all places, right? An unusual coincidence.”

“Actually, coincidences often seem more remarkable when they happen than they actually are. From a statistical perspective, coincidences are just events that happen with unlikely probability. Famed psychologist, Carl Jung, has said that there are no such things as coincidences, just synchronities.”

You stared at him in part awe and part adoration. You had previously scanned his hands for a wedding ring and didn’t find anything so you really hoped that he wasn’t dating or engaged to anyone because you’d really like to get to know this man more.

You guess he took your staring and silence in embarrassment because even though his cheeks flushed, he backtracked heavily.

“But, um, yeah!” He said, his voice cracking a little bit, “It’s pretty, uh, cool? To meet here, in a prison of all places.” His hand seems to instinctively go to brush his hair back behind his ear, even though it was already there.

You bite your lip and decide to make the first move, your heart starting to race, “Well, maybe when we’re both back in D.C, we can meet up and get some dinner.” You state slowly, trying to gauge his reaction.

The flush of his cheeks seem to travel across his face and to the tips of his ears, “That would be really nice.” He nods and glances up at your face instead of down at the floor.

You both turn your heads to the glass entrance doors to see the approaching visitors bus, the engines loud humming being able to be heard from all the way across the parking lot to inside the building.

“Oh,” You say and start getting up and getting your purse together. You rifle around in your bag and finally get a hold of a business card that just so happens to include your email and phone number on it.

You look at Spencer and give him a kind smile, “Here, when you’re back in the DMV area, call me and we can set up that dinner.”

Spencer gently takes the card from your hand and looks at it and then back at you, “Thank you, I will be sure to do so.” He says, a contagious grin on his face. An expression like he almost couldn’t believe what was happening.

“It was really nice to meet you, Spencer.” You say and then turn to go and leave, before pushing the glass door open, you turn your head over your shoulder and see Spencer staring back at you, giving you a small wave.

You wave your hand back and silently wish that he puts the number on your card to good use, but only time will really tell. As you make your way to the bus to leave, you realize your heart hasn’t stopped racing and you smile.

#spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #one shot; one episode

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augustrambles · 1 year

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DAY 2, TWEEK TWEAK, fluff alphabet

Requested

A -> Affection; how they like to show their love.

tweek shows his love by gifts. if its coffee or handmade drawings which usually turn out as if they were drawn by a two year old, but im sure you still love them. while he freaks out in case you dont like one of his gifts or you're getting sick of them, your smile makes it all worth it

B -> Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

confidence, even if its not about yourself, just you hugging him tightly in public without being ashamed just gives him butterflies, the slightest amount of confidence makes him smile.

C -> Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

little spoon. i dont make the rules, he loves when you spoon him, its just something about you hugging him from behind that makes him smile, he luvs it

D -> Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

home, he doesnt dance much, but if you ever ask him to dance, he'd say yes. so at home isnt his favourite place, just his preferred place, again he doesnt like to dance much

E -> Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

yes, sometimes, he gets excited and nervous at the same time if you guys have a date the day after or if you guys are going to meet the others parents, he gets excited just thinking hes going to see you the next day!

F -> First Date; your first date together.

i feel like it would be a movie date, at your house, watching a horror movie and then cuddling together would be your first date with tweek. eating popcorn while hugging eachother wrapped around in one of tweek's blankets

G -> Goals; i have no idea for G, im sorry

H -> Honesty; how open are they with you?

very! depending of course, if he'll get in trouble for telling you something, he'd get a bit nervous before saying it, but at some point he would tell you, beside that, he tells you everything

I -> I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

you defs say it first, this man needs a lot of reassurance on saying "i love you" in the first few weeks. he thinks that you'll think he's being too rushed or whatever, but after he feels like he can say ily without being judged, he says it quite frequently especially in hello's and goodbye's

J -> Jealousy; do they get jealous?

yep, he doesnt get really mad neither does he get really sad, just insecure about himself, but a little bit of reassurance can make him get all better!!

K -> Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

not much of a kisser, but probably on the lips, he likes giving you little pecks as a goodbye kiss, gets really blushy and just.. butterflies.

L -> Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

gee i wonder

M -> Melody; what’s your song together?

i/me/myself by will wood , you'd introduce him to the song and he LOVES it! so now one of you guys can just be hearing it and go "hey thats our song"

N -> Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

not much, probably basic nicknames though or just a version of your name. usually just calls you by your name though

O -> Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

depends on what. he talks about his feelings and emotions so if its about that he's pretty open, has his flaws here and there but you know. if its about something personal that happened like a traumatic event, he'd take a longer time to open up about it.

P -> PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

holding hands and thats all he can do, key word: he. he allows you to give him kisses or hugs but he wont start them, too much pressure, pun intended

Q -> Quirk: a loveable trait of theirs.

how much he worries over you even if you're safe

R -> Romance; how romantic are they?

in the middle, he isnt too romantic like asking you on dates frequently but neither is he not romantic, to where he doensnt do much.

S -> Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

again, like in O, he keeps secrets depending in the subject. at some point he'll tell you though

T -> Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

not really, the relationship just moves on, it doesnt get boring because, this is south park.. nothing gets boring. but you and his relationship is full of love and you both believe it'll stay like that

U -> Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

not the best comforter, but does try to stay calm himself when comforting others and especially you!! lots of hugs and affection

V -> Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

he doesnt get mad over small things, (he does im in denial) but if he ever does he takes it out on other things like boxing, while maybe he could yell at you for things, ofc w a well done apology later, he wont insult you or take it too far. probs just "WHY DID YOU DO THAT??" and pulls his hair out twitching

W -> Weakness; what’s their weakness when it comes to you?

"tweek, calm down, i'm here for you, alright?" basically, comforting.

X -> Xtra; random hc about them.

hes a pain to sleep with (not in that way you sick perverts), he either hogs the blanket or kicks you, its a win for heavy sleepers

Y -> Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

i dont ger this???, he images marriage then kids what else i dont think he creates fake scenarios to arms tonite by mother mother imagining him in the afterlife while you're crying over him and you and his 2year old kid repeating "wheres papa" while he tries to escape the after life and after that the song ends and francis forever plays and hes saying "i dont know what to do without you"

what im basically saying he creates fake scenarios of future hypothetical events that might happen but he wants to marry you basically

what kind of self insert is this

Z -> Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

like i said in X, hes a blanket hog and kicks in his sleep, you have to put him down for him to stay still

#south park #south park x reader #south park x y/n #sp tweek #tweek tweak #tweek south park #tweek x reader #tweek x y/n #augustrambles rambles 😈

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my-mummy-dust · 1 year

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Promise?

Warnings: mild language, angry hotch, blood, guns, criminal minds stuff.

word count: 3,852.

This is loosely based off of season 5 episode 1 where Hotch is back from a case after being stabbed by the reaper and stuff.

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This was Hotch’s first case back from being stabbed repeatedly by the reaper. You were glad to have him back, but you really wished he would stay home for just one more week. But you know how awful it felt, being forced to stay home, not being allowed to come to work for weeks on end. You know how he felt closed in, like a caged animal. Without the other socializations of work, your world gets so small. So you understood why he was so eager to come back to work. He passed his psych evaluations with flying colors, but as Morgan mentioned; he was the one who made the questions, and knows exactly how to answer the them correctly, without regard if they’re true or not. You know he’d do just about anything to get back to work, but you also knew he was a sucker for staying on protocol, so you were conflicted if he should really be coming back so early or not.

The case you were on now was frustrating. The unsub was rapidly devolving and to add insult to injury, the sheriff was incompetent, and awfully rude. Hotch had gotten snappy. He yelled at garcia when she hadn’t had the chance to get the unsubs full medical history, Rossi when he was trying to talk some since into Aaron, and now you.

You hadn’t done anything wrong, you were just giving him some files; the files he asked you for.

‘Hey, I have the maps you asked me for.”

“Thanks, you can set them on my desk”

You set them on the empty space next him him then hesitated, chewing on you lip in thought before speaking again.

“Hotch?”

“Hmm?”

He looked up from the papers he was holding, but you could tell you didnt have his full attention- hell, you didnt have any of it. He was just..staring at you.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m fine. Get back to work.’

He commanded, his voice getting stern again.

“No, Hotch, please, talk to me.”

“As I said, Im prefectly fine. I wouldn’t agree to work a case if I wasn’t fine, would I agent?”

“Yes, I know that, but you’re acting different. You’re-“

“Agent! Im fine. Get back to work, unless you want to be dismissed from the case?”

The authority in his voice was almost jarring. The frown lines on his forehead deepened, and new wrinkles you didnt even know he had formed. He didnt look completely different, but there was still a difference. You noticed one of his hands balling up into a fist; and his other hand tightened its grip on the papers he was holding. All of that left as quickly as it came, his anger when it did, always coming in short bursts; at least in the time you knew him. He looked back at his papers, dismissing you from the room.

‘Fine. Sorry.”

You said mumbled quietly, a sharp pang of sass in your voice. You quickly walked out the door and straight to your desk, feeling a plethora of emotions swelling in your mind; but guilt and sadness being the most prominent, as well as a some anger.

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The next thing you knew, you and the team were pilling into the black SUVs, on the way to an old warehouse where the unsub was with his current victim. Your job was to make sure the victims title changed to survivor. It was a dangerous situation. The unsub was armed, but you wernt sure with what, so everyone had to approach with much more caution than normal.

Once the fleet of black cars had pulled up to the warehouse you sighed.

“The place is huge…how are we going to get him and the victim out safely?”

You asked whoever would answer. Rossi was first to speak.

‘No one enters or leaves without checking in with me or hotch, this isnt going to be easy but we’ll find a way. We always do.”

You nodded, unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of the car the moment it came to a halt. The team drew their guns and Emily started talking to the unsub through a large speaker on one of the cars, trying to convince him to come out with his hands up. Of course, he didnt.

Then it all went to hell.

The officer, who so far was known for not listening to damn thing that he was told to do, grabbed the speaker from Emily’s hands and yelled loud and clear;

‘You better come out with your damn hands up or we’ll shoot the place down. You dont have the power, we do. Come out with your hands up”

Now normally saying something like that would be fine, but the unsub has a narcissistic personality disorder and a severe power complex. As hotch had made very clear in the minin briefing before everyone go into the cars, no one was to say or do anything that would threaten his complex or make him feel inferior. And that’s exactly what this officer just did.

Before anyone knew it, there was a gunshot, a scream and silence. Then the sight of Hotch running into the building. Alone.

‘Hotch! Wait! You cant go in there alone!”

Rossi called out to him, but he didnt listen, he kept running Untill he had disappeared into the warehouse and a haunting silence took over the space between the bau and all the officers. Then, another gunshot. And another. And another. A total of 5 gunshots had rung out and you lost it.

‘That’s it. Im done.”

You mumbled before you took off into the warehouse. You ignored the team calling after you as you ran. The response was automatic. You didnt know you were running to wherever hotch was Untill your legs were sore and your lungs burned. You had to find him. You just lost him, and you’d be damned if you lost him again.

The scene that unfolded infront of you was sickening. The victim was the first thing you laid your eyes on. She was completely still. Then you saw the unsub on the ground, covered in bullet wounds and blood. But only 2. There was another on the victim, that made 3, but you herd 5 gunshots. Hotch was nowhere to be found.

Rossi ran in behind you, out of breath from trying to catch up.

“What the hell happened?! Where’s hotch?”

“I-i dont know. Get the paramedics, I dont know if the victims still alive, I haven’t check yet.”

Three more deafening shots rang out.

You were the first to speak. Panic was slowly starting to rise in your voice.

‘Stay with the victim im going after hotch!”

You yelled as you turned around and started running again. A swarm of incohearent thoughts were going through your mind, but the only one you could make since of was the fact that you couldn’t lose hotch again. That you wernt. Your lungs burned and your vision was starting to get fuzzy but you kept running and calling for hotch.

“Hotch?! Hotchner?!”

You screamed as you kept running, trying to find him. You were desperate, and scared. Scared of what you might find when you would find him. Scared if he would be alive or not. Scared of what condition he would be in. Scared of how mad Rossi will be when you get back. Just, scared.

You saw blood again. So, much, blood. You felt sick as you ran around it, following the trail of dark red Untill you found a body. Your whole world went sideways. You stopped dead in your tracks. Everything just stopped. Time came to a hault. You stopped breathing, stopped thinking. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat thumping wildly against your rib cage in your ear. Scared your heart was going to tear out of your body if it beat any harder.

The body was face fown, blood pooling from the forehead and what looked to be the abdomen.

‘No….no no no no no, no”

You frantically whispered, lowering your gun. You felt as if your legs were about to give out from underneath you. A wave of nausea washing over you. You felt like you were going to vomit, cry and pass out all at the same time.

Than you herd footsteps. You raised your gun on instinct at the footsteps then herd a voice that washed over you like a wave of a million of different emotions you didnt even know a person could feel at once.

“Hey- woah, put the gun down agent. What’s wrong?”

You looked up from the ground. It was Hotch. You were so blinded by the fear that hotch was the one lying dead infront of you, that you didnt even realize it wasnt him. You were blinded by fear.

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

You yelled, your voice bouncing off the walls, causing hotch to take a small step back. Something in you broke. Maybe it was the stress of the whole situation crashing down on you, and the realization all a once. It’s not like you knew.

“Excuse me?”

He retorted, a hint of offense in his voice.

“You herd me, Aaron. What the hell were you thinking?! Running in here by yourself, leaving me to find the victim AND the unsub both lying still in pools of their own blood but not a sign of you-“

‘Y/n calm down you dont have to yell-“

“NO, YOU BE CALM. I WAS SCARED OUT OF MY WITTS END BECAUSE YOU GOT TO FULL OF YOURSELF AND RAN IN ALONE, LEAVING TWO POEPLE POSSIBLY DEAD. THEN LEAVING ME TO FIND A TRAIL OF BLOOD, THEN ANOTHER UNSUB LYING DEAD.”

You were full on yelling at this point. You’ve never yelled at anyone like this before. It just wasnt in your nature. But here you were, in some abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, screaming your mind out to the head of your unit, with a dead body between the two of you.

“ITS NOT MY FAULT THE OFFICER SAID THAT AFTER I MADE IT CLEAR NOT TO. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT YOU TAKE IT UP WITH HIM NOT ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

He was full on yelling too. You had only seen him yell at someone like this once. And that was an interrogation. He was stiff, rigid. Obviously shaken up from the events that took place just seconds before you were yelling at him. Before you knew it your tears were blurring your vision and you didnt try to stop or hide them. You sniffled and finally wiped your red burning eyes with your sleeve and put your gun back in its holster.

His demeanor softened the moment he realized you were crying. He made you cry. His shoulders dropped and his muscles relaxed, over half of the creases in his face dissapearing when he did so. He also put his gun away and took a step forward to get to you, to comfort you, to tell ou he was fine, and in fact alive and well, to hug you and tell you how much he loved you and how sorry he was. The second he moved twards you your head snapped up and he saw as your eyes scanned over every visible inch of his body. He knew you were making sure he was ok. He too looked down, now aware of the fact that he was covered in blood.

“Are you ok?”

A small voice asked. It was yours. You felt so small, so helpless, so broken and confused. And panicked.

“Im fine- the blood isnt mine.”

When he saw the questioning look in your eyes he continued.

“There was a second unsub, we were wrong about the profile. The first one, the one we were right about had the victim. He shot her the moment i walked in, and was about to shoot me. He missed the shot and i shot him. The second unsub was planning an ambush, hiding behind the corner i-“

“Aaron. Answer my question.”

Your voice was still so small, but assertive. Your throat hurt from yelling and you still felt dizzy, as if you were going to pass out but you were determined to make it though this conversation without passing out on the floor, as much as you wanted to.

“Yes. Im fine. The blood on my vest is the unsubs, not mine. And it’s just a small cut on my cheek. He had a knife. I took him down.’

“Good”

You nodded and started to turn aroun and walk away. To find the others and tell them what happened. To go back to your hotel and pack your things to leave tomorrow, to go cry in your room and regret choosing line of work.

“So you’re just going to scream at me, then walk away with zero explanation?”

“I told you why I’m mad.”

You didnt turn around, but you stopped walking.

“Im a profiler too, y/n there obviously something you’re not telling m-“

You turned around, a new fit of rage welling inside of you. Your voice couldn’t afford to scream again, so you made your voice as steady and stern as you possibly could.

“Because I was scared.-“

You swallowed down a large lump in your throat and felt the tears again, freely falling down your face this time. Your voice had gotten small again. This time it was barley a whisper that came out, but somehow it was crystal clear.

“-and because I love you, god damnit.”

With that you finally turned around again and left. Without turning back. Leaving a shocked Aaron just stranding there, not knowing what to say or do next.

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The flight home was painful. You were seated across from Aaron and refused to stare at him or interact with him and all. You stared out the window the whole time, or down at the book you wernt really reading, just staring lifeless my at the pages. you couldn’t think. You felt numb. Everything that happened yesterday played through your mind in an endless loop. Even the good news that the victim was in the ER, with a steady heartbeat didn’t help.

Once the team had safley landed in Quantico, you made your way to the bullpen, going straight to your desk and started cramming your personal belnongings into your bag, trying to get out of there before anyone could ask you anything at all about what had happened in the warehouse.

You had caught hotch at the door to exit the building and he stepped infront of you, stopping you dead in your tracks. You recognized him by his shoes and sighed, bracing yourself for whatever hellfire he was going to bring down you. When you looked up and met his eyes you were met with something you’d never seen before. His brown eyes were so soft, so warm, in contrast to the cold, harsh ones you saw every day. You swore you could get lost in them if you stared long enough so you looked away, back down at the floor.

“About what you said earlier,”

His voice was just as soft as his expression was. It was quiet and calm. Comforting and so, so warm.

“I meant what i said.”

You couldn’t bare to talk to him any longer; for fear of completely breaking down. You managed to keep your wits about you on the jet, but now, you were worn down, and so much more for fragile. So you left. You stepped to the side and walked away. Ignoring the word of protest that was followed by a frustrated sigh form Hotch.

You made it out the building and made your way to your car, the cold night air filling your lungs; providing a sense of calm. You got in your car and drove to your apartment and threw your things down, tossing your keys on the table and kicking your shoes off, wiping your eyes. A pitiful sob escaping your lips. You hadn’t changed it of your work clothes yet. You just curled up on the couch, laying your head on the armrest.

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You wernt aware of the fact that you fell asleep Untill you woke up to the sound of knocking. You were disoriented for a moment, your eyes burning like hell. You rubbed them but your vision came back blurry. You had a peircing headache and the knocking didnt help at all. You stumbled to the door, looking at the time the blinked on the oven.

12:05 a.m

You had only been asleep for 20 minutes. When you got the the door you looked through the peephole.

“Hotch?”

You mumbled under your breath as you quickly fumbled with the locks on your door. Eager to see what he was at your door for, but also scared. Once you opened it you saw Hotch. His eyes guilt ridden and tired.

“Can I come in?”

He asked softly. You nodded and stepped to the side, closing the door after him once he entered.

“Sorry for the mess.”

You mumbled, looking down at your feet. When hotch looked at you his world shattered. He saw how much of a wreck you were, and he knew it was him who made you like this. Your eyes were red and puffy, tears still on your cheeks. Every now and then when you blinked, a new one would fall. He was plagued with guilt. That was the whole reason why he was standing in your appartment at twelve o’ clock at night.

“Don’t apologize, it’s fine. You should see my appaartment”

He laughed dryly at the joke and you sniffled, a new tear falling down your face.

“Look, I came to apologize. For what I said…and did”

You nodded again. Taking in a shaky breath, and exhaling slowly.

“It’s fine. I cant expect you to not be stressed, after everything that… you know, with..”

Your voice trailed off, and you sniffled again, that being the only thing that took up the heavy silence that sat between the two of you.

“I know, but I also wanted to know,’

He paused and took a step towards you. When he notced you didnt move or step back he lifted a calloused hand and cupped your cheek, wiping away your tears. You finally met his eyes. Then he continued.

“If you really meant what you said’

‘What part?’

You were joking, but also curious, you said a lot and you were too tired to figure out what he could be talking about.

“When you said you loved me”

You looked down a little, your face resting more in his hand. You turned your head a little and softly kissed the inside of his palm, the meaty part just below this thumb; then turned your head back to where it was before. His other hand came up and cupped your other cheek, now holding your face completely. His hands were so big, so warm. You felt the rough callouses rubbing on your soft cheek whenever you moved a little but it didnt hurt.

You both stood like that for a second. Peering into each others eyes. Then he finally broke the silence.

‘May I kiss you?”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You just nodded and he leaned in closing his eyes and you closed yours, tilting your head to the side a little. His lips were so soft. The little stubble that he built up over the few days you were on the case, poked and tickled your skin. The kiss was so soft, so gentle. Almost as if he was scared to kiss you too hard in fear you would shatter and blow away.

When he pulled away he looked back into your eyes and moved one oh his hands to the back of your head, resting itself in your hair and the other hand went around your shoulder blades as be brought you into his chest, into one of the best hugs you’ve ever gotten. The two of you stayed like that for a while. Standing in your living room. Your arms eventually wrapped around his neck and you rested your face into the little crook where his neck met his torso. It all felt too perfect, so surreal. The kiss, the hug, everything.

Finally, he pulled away and brushed a little strand of hair behind your ear, then motioned to the couch.

‘Wanna go sit?”

You nodded, having completely given up on talking for now. He carefully led you to the couch and sat down, you sat next to him, but turning yourself twards him resting your face back in the crook of his neck. He gently pulled you onto his lap, exhaling sharply when he was met with the dull reminder of his healing wounds. He felt you tense up in his arms and he held you tighter, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“shh, its ok, im ok. Im right here,”

You sniffled again, the tears threatening to come back.

‘It’s ok to cry, y/n’

He whispered into your hair, gently kissing the top of your head.

‘Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong. Im here to listen”

You took a deep breath in and exhaled, fidgeting with his tie.

“I was so cared…when I got to the warehouse and saw all the blood, I - I thought you died. I couldn’t lose you again. I cant lose you again Aaron.’

You voice went out at the mention of his name. A small sob escaped your lips as you held onto his tie a little tighter, your body going rigid. Aaron started tracing small circles and shapes on your back. Resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I know, I’m so, so sorry for scaring you like that. But I promise I’m not going anywhere. It’s gonna take a lot more than a couple stab wounds to kill me”

You felt him laugh a little and you did too, before sniffling again.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Just close your eyes ok? I’ll be right here the whole time. Im not going anywhere, dont worry.”

His voice was so soft and caring. So gentle and knowing. It was hard to believe it was the same man holding you who was yelling at you just hours ago.

“Aaron?”

“Hmm?”

He smiled at the use of his first time.

“I love you”

The jet lag and exhaustion hit you all at once, your voice coming out to barley a whisper. You could feel it tugging at your eyelids. You closed them and as you were drifting off you felt him kiss your forehead.

“I love you too”

After that you drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Aaron played with your hair for a little and kept rubbing your back for a while, Untill the exhaustion from the days events wore home down too. And he fell asleep holding you close in his arms.

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A/n: I spent all day writing this! Sorry if the spacing is weird. I write these on my notes app, then copy and paste it over to tumblr and sometimes the spacing get all messed up. I hoped you liked it! I loved writing this one!

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strangeswift · 1 year

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hi abby its jade!! congrats on the follower count, very well deserved ❤️❤️❤️ !!

if those slots havent been filled out already.. ohoh you know what i want. apocalypse byler + jealous mike. im on my knees orz

Congratulations Jade @blueeandyellowmakesgreen you have been selected to receive ✨️a ficlet✨️

Apocalypse Byler + Jealous Mike coming right up!

Will Byers was absolutely smitten.

Mike was sure of it, he could see it in his eyes. Even worse, Mike knew that there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. He was stuck at home with a “sprained ankle” (he still didn’t trust his mother’s diagnosis seeing as she was not a medical professional) while everyone else went out on missions.

Everyone else was out doing supply runs, and fighting monsters, and falling in love. Okay, not love. God, Mike hoped not.

The Wheeler house had become sort of a home base, it was still intact and it was the largest house available. Plus, being hospitable made Karen feel useful.

After missions, everyone would usually return to the house for food or a safe place to sleep. Or they’d gather in the living room and chat. Mike had been essentially living on the living room sofa, since he couldn’t climb the stairs without help and he refused help. So even though Mike wasn’t allowed on the missions, he could listen to everyone talking about them.

He was jealous, and bored. Perhaps he was going a little crazy.

One of the things he’d gathered from listening in was that there were assigned partners on these missions. Everyone had someone to watch their back. Which was good, he supposed.

The problem was, Will seemed to have bonded with his partner.

Mike hated her. He hated the stupid heart eyes Will was constantly giving her.

Robin fucking Buckley.

Mike wasn’t even sure when exactly she became part of the team. When exactly she found out about the Upside Down. A few years ago, she was just the exasperated girl behind the Scoops Ahoy counter who rolled her eyes every time they came to force Steve to sneak them into a movie. Then she… cracked a Russian code? Mike was still fuzzy on the details of that whole ordeal.

Now, ever since she and Will had been working together on missions, she was basically all Will could talk about.

“That reminds me of something Robin said…”

“Robin’s actually really funny, you should talk to her…”

“Have you seen Robin?”

Will was so obviously obsessed, it made Mike want to throw up.

She was too old for him anyway. RIght? Mike wasn’t sure exactly how old she was. He never paid much attention before.

He had, however, been collecting information about her over the past few weeks. For totally normal, not jealous reasons.

He knew she spent most of her time alone with Steve, but they were not dating, much to Dustin’s chagrin. He knew people thought she was funny, because they were always laughing around her. He knew she talked a lot, and really fast. He knew she was sarcastic, which he resented. He knew she was friends with his sister. He knew that when she was alone, she always looked kind of sad. He knew she was pretty. He knew she was smart, at least according to Dustin, who seemed a reliable source. He knew she was kind to Will. He knew she kept him safe, like Mike used to.

This was all information he’d gathered purely from observation. He never asked Will about her, because he didn’t care. Not in the slightest.

He most certainly didn’t care as he sat on the couch with his leg propped up and watched Will and Robin walk through the front door of the Wheeler house, talking and laughing. He continued to not care as Will said something to her and then turned to look at him, his face lighting up as soon as their eyes met. Probably because he was excited to tell Mike more about how great Robin was.

Robin. What kind of stupid name was that anyway? It’s a bird. It shouldn’t be the name of a person.

He snapped out of his hatred induced trance-like state as Will plopped down on the couch next to him, so close their sides were pressed together.

It was a big couch…

He was probably saving room in case Robin wanted to sit.

“How’s the leg?” Will asked with a small smile.

Mike shrugged, “Fine.”

Will’s smile faded, “You okay?” he asked.

Mike stared at his lap and picked at a thread on his shorts. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Mike, what’s wrong?” Will asked, sounding concerned.

Of course he was concerned. Will was the best friend in the world. The problem was, Mike couldn’t tell him what was wrong. He couldn’t say, “I know you have a giant crush on Robin and it’s actually driving me slowly toward the brink of madness because I’m having some very strange feelings toward you that I’ve thus far chosen not to think too hard about, but I’ve been stuck in this house alone all day for weeks and it’s kind of hard not to think about them, so I think I’ve come to the tentative conclusion that I’m in love with you.”

He really couldn’t say that, but honestly it was on the tip of his tongue pretty much constantly.

“I uh… my leg just hurts,” he said instead.

Will furrowed his brow, “You just said it was fine.”

Mike sighed, “Yeah, well…”

Will hesitated. Mike could practically hear him debating with himself whether to push the issue. Mercifully, he didn’t. “You want to see something to cheer you up?” he asked.

Mike smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Sure.”

Will nodded and stood up from the couch, he went upstairs to Mike’s room where he’d been staying, and returned with his sketchbook in hand.

Mike’s heart soared. He loved seeing Will’s art, more than anything.

Will sat back down, not quite as close as before. Mike resisted the urge to scoot closer and close the gap.

Will opened the sketchbook on his lap, and Mike looked down at the pages. On one side, there was a sketch of Will and Mike in their DnD personas. It was beautiful. It was mesmerizing. It made Mike feel things. Things like the desire to grab Will’s face and kiss him square on the mouth.

Mike couldn’t focus on that for long though. Because on the opposite page, was a half done sketch of Robin. Her head was thrown back in a laugh and her stupid hair was cascading over her shoulders. It was gorgeous. Of course it was, Will did it.

Mike glanced up at Will. He looked nervous, his face was a little red.

Oh god, was he about to tell Mike about his crush on Robin? Was showing him the sketch his way of doing it?

Why else would he be nervous? There was no reason for Will to be nervous about showing Mike a sketch of the two of them.

Unless…

No. Mike couldn’t even go there. Hoping would be a terrible thing to do to himself. Especially considering Will’s obvious infatuation with one Robin Buckley.

He took a shaky breath. “Cool,” he said.

Will looked nervous still. “Cool?” he asked.

Mike nodded quickly, “Yeah. they’re really cool.”

Will paused. “Oh. I was really just wanting to show you this one,” he said pointing to the sketch of Mike and himself.

Mike’s pulse quickened. He should say something. Something normal.

“Do you like Robin?” he blurted out.

Great. Really great, Mike. Super cool.

Will raised his eyebrows. “Like… like her?” he asked.

Mike wished the couch cushions would open up and swallow him like loose change, never to be found again. Unfortunately they did not, so he was forced to continue the conversation.

“Yeah, I guess,” he said awkwardly.

Will laughed a little. Why was he laughing?

“No, Mike. I don’t like Robin,” Will said.

“Oh,” Mike said.

“Oh,” Will repeated with a smirk.

They sat in silence for a moment, then Mike blurted, “Are you sure? You know you can tell me if you do. I won’t get mad.”

God. Shut up! “I won’t get mad?” Why the fuck would you get mad?

Will laughed nervously. “Uh… yeah. I’m sure. Like, very sure.”

Mike’s head was reeling. It seemed like Will was telling the truth. He had no reason to lie.

“I’m not really… Robin’s type anyway. I mean, she’s not mine either, and she’s older. Really, we’re just friends,” Will rambled.

Mike was ecstatic. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he said, “Okay.”

Will smiled back, but then he looked nervous again. “I uh… I kind of like someone else anyway,” he said, his face bright red.

“Oh. Okay,” Mike said.

Who the fu-

#pretend this was on time mkay? <3 #also i am gonna write the other 2 requests soon 👀#also. i definitely leaned into mike being very oblivious here #that was mostly for fun. don't come at me #ficlets #abby writes

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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HI LOVE ok this might be a long detailed request so im sry i thought of this while trying to go to sleep to dream good😭🙏 OK jujutsu staff geto (kinda like nanami but as hes not a teacher like gojo) & sorcerer gn!reader. reader's curse technique is emotion/memory manipulation, geto & reader mutually have unspoken love/adoration for e.o but are aware of it. setting: somber night at the academy & reader sitting on the steps contemplating life & inevitable dying. geto finds them outside & joins to keep company making some small talk & they asks him why hes always so nice to them & then he starts actually starts listing qualities he likes abt reader. reader then asks geto if they can kiss him🫣 ofc he says yes & this is when reader uses their cursed technique on him & wipes out his emotions & memories attached to reader cuz the next day reader goes on a dangerous mission that can ultimately take their life & theyre also rly tired of fighting, also the reason y/n wipes his memories is cuz theyre aware of his feelings but want him to move on w/o grieving their loss. OK SAD ENDING: geto attends the funeral w/ no emotion he just thinks y/n was as acquaintance so it looked as if he just casually went to pay condolences & everyone was like ??? what happened yall were so close & he denies that cuz he doesnt rmbr until sm1 tells him reader mightve used their technique on him to avoid him from not being able to move on & he later regains his memory of them. HAPPY ENDING: reader is just heavily injured & while geto visits the infirmary to see shoko he sees y/n & their technique wheres off & he rmbrs reader using their technique on him & kinda gets upset but ends happy cuz he didnt lose them. RLY SRY IF THIS WAS A LONG REQUEST i was ranting to my friend abt it when i woke up & decided u'd be perfect to ask to write😭🫶

I LOVE LONG REQUESTS, I REALLY DO, SO THANK YOU 🤍 I chpse the happy ending, i don't know why, I felt like Geto deserved this :') anyway, I hope you like it 🥺🤍

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‘You’re not coming?’, Gojo fake-pouted as he stopped in front of you, preventing you from entering your room, ‘Are you sick? Lovesick maybe?’.

‘Get out of my way, Satoru’, you tried pushing him to the side, but he didn’t move a single muscle. ‘Geto isn’t coming, that’s why you’re not going, right?’.

God, you wanted to punch that smirk right off his face.

‘I’m not going because I’m tired’. ‘Tired? You always come to karaoke night’. ‘Just get out of my way, Satoru. Please, I can’t take this today’. ‘Huh?’, he bowed down so his nose brushed against yours, his thumb pressed against his bottom lip, ‘What’s wrong? Normally, you would’ve slapped me by now’.

Ah, personal space. A term Gojo Satoru never heard of.

‘Get out of my face’, you softly smacked his cheek while pushing him away, ‘I’m fine. I just need some rest’. ‘Hey, if it’s about Geto-‘.

You swiftly grabbed his hand while channeling your cursed energy to your fingertips.

‘Nope, not this time’, he quickly pulled away, ‘You tried that trick on me one too many times. I’m not interested in flashing memories of all the embarrassing moments in my life, so I’ll just leave you’.

‘Idiot’, you watched as he walked away, his hands neatly tucked inside his pockets. ‘If you weren’t such an annoying brat, I wouldn’t have to use my cursed technique on you’.

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‘Can’t sleep’, you sighed as you pressed the palms of your hands to your tired eyes. A useless effort to rub the burning sensation away.

You were tired, exhausted even. Your head was a mess. Over the past few weeks, you’d started to fall for Geto. There was something inside you that clicked when you got to know him. His smile, the way he always made sure you were doing okay, that you were safe… Did you love him? Were you even allowed to love him? As a sorcerer, your life was probably going to be short. ‘If I’m going to die, I don’t want to have any regrets’, you sat up straight, legs swinging over the edge of your bed, ‘I can’t fall in love. I won’t die a peaceful death if I have the feeling I’m leaving someone behind…’.

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‘Peaceful’, you closed your eyes as you felt the night's cold air. ‘And beautiful’, a sad smile on your face as you watched the moon.

It was brighter than usual, with a more yellow tone in it as well. A perfect setting to drown in your thoughts.

‘Will I miss this? The moon? The smell of a summer night?’, a sad feeling rushed over you. ‘I’m going to die, right? The old man’s sending me on this mission to die’.

‘There’s my monkey’, a soft voice came from behind you. ‘Hm’, you sighed as you pressed your legs closer to your chest. ‘Why are you sitting on these stairs?’, Geto sat down beside you, a smile on his face. ‘Can’t sleep’, you turned your face away from him. He couldn’t see you like this, not now. ‘Here’, a kind touch on your shoulder as he held out the hot beverage for you to take.

‘W-what’s this?’.

‘Tea. Chamomile to be exact. I read somewhere that it’s good for when you can’t sleep’.

‘You knew I was sitting here?’. ‘Of course’, he smiled at the sky, ‘I heard you pacing around in your room, so I wanted to bring it to you there… but when I noticed you weren’t, I knew you’d be sitting here’.

Of course, he knew you were sitting here. Geto knows you like the back of his hand.

‘Why are you always so nice to me?’, you carefully grabbed the cup with both of your hands. ‘Why?’, still a smile on his face as he studied your face.

You looked beautiful to him. You always did, but this was one of the few times you let your guard down, and the vulnerable look in your eyes suited you.

‘Well’, he continued when he noticed you weren’t going to answer, ‘I like the way you care about people, even when they hurt you. I like the way you press your lips together when you’re thinking about improving your cursed technique. I like the way you know how I feel without me saying it, I like the way you care for me even when I’m being an asshole… Or the way you can get under Satoru’s skin’.

He chuckled before continuing, his eyes now shifting to your hands that were neatly wrapped around the cup.

‘But most of all, I like the way you look at me. As if I’m a pleasant person to be around’.

‘Do you like me?’, you clenched your jaw. Somehow, the cold breeze blew every grain of hesitation out of your mind.

You slowly looked at the man who was sitting next to you. Smiling? Why was he smiling?

‘You know how I feel about you. I’m sure your cursed technique –‘, ‘You know I don’t use it for stuff like that’.

But it was tempting though. If you wanted, you could decipher every feeling a person had ever felt for you. Hate, disgust, happiness, anger, love, …

‘Here’, he held out his hand, his eyes focused on yours, ‘Just once wouldn’t hurt’. ‘N-no’, you turned your head to the side, ‘I won’t use it like that’.

‘Hm?’, you widened your eyes as you could feel his hand gently holding yours. ‘I can't tell you how I feel about you, it feels like there aren’t any words to describe it’.

You frowned at his gesture, but if he told you he didn’t mind… Maybe just this one time…

‘Are you sure?’. ‘Positive’, a swift pat on your hand. ‘Fine’, you could feel your cheeks redden at his touch, ‘Sit still’.

It took a moment for you to break through his energy, for him to allow yours to dance with his. Because that’s what it was. A dance. Sometimes you stepped on a toe, opening up memories people didn’t want you to see, but this wasn’t anything like this. This was a symphony. You could see the sun rise in the morning, its warm light shining on beautiful, white flowers. You could hear the calm sound of a small river from behind you, the sweet scent of a warm apple pie… Was this what he felt for you? Were you his safe heaven? His peace?

‘Wh-why are you crying?’, his eyes widened, his thumb quickly wiping the tears from under your eyes.

‘C-can I kiss you?’, you avoided looking into his eyes.

This was going to hurt, but you had to do this. What if you died? It would break his heart, it would be the end of the Geto everyone knew. He would never feel happiness again. The sun would turn into the moon, the green and colorful flowers would be dead and dry… The river would be dried up… He would never feel anything like this again. But if you did this, if you just managed to go through with this… Someone else will become his peace, someone who’ll stay.

He didn’t respond, but the way his hand cupped your cheek while his forehead rested against yours gave you the approval you needed.

It was a delicate and painful kiss. For a moment, just the tiniest second, you doubted about whether you were going to go through with it. Because you felt the same. He was your ocean. So calm and serene.

‘I love you’, a soft whisper before you embedded his thoughts with your cursed energy. Every memory, every look, every smile… Gone. He’d remember your name and that you were a sorcerer, but that’s it.

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‘What?’, Geto sighed while he opened his door, only to see his friend out of breath. ‘I-it’s Y/N, t-they’re in the infirmary’. ‘Okay?’, Geto frowned, ‘What’s it to me?’. ‘Huh?’, Gojo tilted his head, ‘Y/N… They’re heavily inju-‘. ‘So? Didn’t know them’. ‘B-but you always-‘. ‘Satoru’, Geto annoyedly rolled his eyes, ‘How many times should I tell you, I barely knew them?’. ‘B-but-‘, ‘I’m not coming to the infirmary with you’. ‘But you two were always together?’. ‘You’re crazy’, Geto sighed as he closed his door, leaving Gojo behind with a confused expression.

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‘Go see them’, Gojo leaned next to the vending machines.

‘No’.

‘You cared for them’.

‘I don’t know them, Satoru’.

‘So you’re telling me- ’.

‘Shut up Satoru’, Geto smirked, ‘You’re annoying me’. ‘Fine’, Gojo raised both of his hands in the air, ‘Anyway… Shoko wants to see you’.

Geto watched as his friend walked away, two hands in his pockets.

‘Tch, if this is a trick, I’ll kill you’. ‘Yeah yeah, we both know I’m stronger’’, Gojo smirked as he looked over his shoulder.

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‘Shoko?’, Geto lazily opened the door, his eyes gliding over the room, ‘That white-haired idiot told me-‘.

What’s that sound? Birds? A river?

‘Geto?’, Shoko frowned as she waved in front of his face, ‘Helloooo’. ‘O-oh’, Geto forced himself to look away from you. ‘Where were you? Why didn’t you come sooner?’. ‘S-sooner?’, his eyes unwillingly glided back towards your body. ‘Weren’t you two a thing?’. ‘A thing?’.

Why? Why does everyone think that he cared about you when he never even talked to you?

‘It’s fine, everyone knew. They’re sleeping so try to stay quiet’, she sighed while scribbling something on a piece of paper, ‘Anyway, I’ll be going. Gojo called and said he was feeling sick. That idiot probably ate too much mochi again’.

‘Or he wanted to make sure I had some time alone with them’, Geto stared at the ceiling.

One step at a time, Geto slowly moved closer to you. For some reason, his heart started beating faster, images of beautiful scenery flashing before his eyes.

‘S-shoko?’, you tiredly, opened one eye when you heard someone.

‘W-what?’, Geto tried to keep his balance when he heard your raspy voice. The symphony in his head amplified while the scenery slowly was replaced by memories. Memories of you smiling, softly holding his hand, holding him at times when felt nothing else but despair. He didn’t just know you, he loved you, and you loved him too.

‘How could you? How could you do this to me?’.

His voice sounded fragile, hurt even.

You pressed your lips together, slowly turning your head away from him. You weren’t going to deal with this.

‘I trusted you. I let you inside my head to see what I feel for you, and you-‘.

Tears? Was he seriously crying?

‘Why? Why did you do it? Don’t you feel the same?’.

I do.

‘Tired’, your eyes were fixated on the wall next to you, ‘Want to sleep’.

‘Tch’, Geto clenched his jaw at your cold behavior, ‘What if you died? You would’ve just buried all our memories with you’.

‘I would’ve died peacefully, and you would’ve moved on with your life-‘. ‘My life?’, he interrupted you, ‘You’re right, my life. You don’t get to decide what I remember and what I don’t’.

It was almost suffocating, the tension in the room.

‘I just wanted you to be happy’, a lump in your throat.

He couldn’t be happy, not without you. Ever since you erased his memories, he felt empty.

‘How could I be happy without my little monkey?’, a warm whisper as he carefully laid down next to you.

He didn’t care that the bed was too small. He didn’t need much room anyway.

‘You’re my happiness, you know that because you saw, right? You saw what you are to me’.

He carefully pulled your broken body closer to his, ignoring your sweet whimpering sounds.

‘You’re my peace’, he nestles his head in the space between your shoulder and neck, ‘My little monkey’.

‘I-I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to be sad if I died’, you whimpered as you wiped the tears from your cheeks.

‘I’m just happy you’re alive-‘

‘See?’, Satoru’s voice rang through the room, ‘Told you they used their cursed technique, now hand it over’. ‘Fine’, Shoko responded while you heard her grabbing some money.

‘If you don’t leave now, then you’re the next person to lay in this bed-‘, ‘Don’t worry’, he interrupted your threat, I'll leave you lovebirds alone’.

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asm5129 · 1 year

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RWBY v9 e4 Thoughts and Analysis

Genuinely might be my favorite opening of the entire show.

Also, genuinely, screw everyone who ever said Ruby didn’t have a character arc.

RWBY is really, really good at keeping stories going in the background even as the main focus shifts around. So just...stop with that shit, okay? CRWBY are very particular with what they choose to do and when. Not everything's perfect, but if you get hung up on things you didn’t like from the past, you’ll never be able to fully appreciate what’s happening now. It’s always gonna bother you in the back of your mind. Ruby wasn’t always the most important person in the show. Let it go so you can talk about what led us here, to this exceptional story. We good? Good.

“You do not go to the tree, the tree goes to you! Unless of course you’re me, you see?”

Yeah, so the Curious Cat (referred to as CC from here on out) is definitely in some position of authority in the Ever After, but they do not control it or anything like that. I suppose we shall find out their role soon enough.

Regardless, it seems that the Tree decides when you’re ready to leave, not you. CC can bypass that it seems, but i doubt that will work for our heroes.

If the residents of the Ever After exist to facilitate a story, then the Tree will let them out when the story is done.

Maybe the Ever After only rained when Ruby was sad (rather than, for instance, Weiss) because it’s deemed her the protagonist of the story that must reach it’s conclusion before RWBY and co are allowed to leave? Just a thought.

“it’s a matter of perspective” that’s an intriguing line

Also, Little does not have a history with CC like I thought they and the other mice might. However, that’s not to say CC liking to eat mice has no impact on whether the mice know what a cat is, especially since last week Little wasn’t even completely convinced they were a mouse.

It’s been said before, but CC really is a standout character. The design, the performance, the power set, even the dialogue make literally everything about them engaging. As does, of course, the characterization, cuz this Cat is just as impossible as any cat irl. Now i actually like cats, but I’ll be the last one to say they don’t tend towards being completely absurd and impossible in their behavior

CC just takes that to the next level. Honestly though CC is basically just ADHD: the animal

Craving a steady stream of interesting conversations to keep them focused

too real 😅

“Got ‘im! Totally roasted”

From the tone of Yang’s voice, i genuinely think she was just throwing poor Weiss a bone here 😄

Missed a chance to have CC making a cat video tbh, but “Luminous Rectangle” and “why is it printing tiny flat versions of me” is still amazing

CC just briefly giving voice to some of the common complaints about RWBY is kinda nice

its CRWBY saying “We’re listening. We hear you. We are working to address your concerns, but only to the point that it won’t compromise our story.”

Also roasting the gods is fun. Does seem like it’s clear that the Gods have nothing to do with the Ever After then, though, if CC both didn’t know and is super comfortable calling them out this way

More information about Alyx, from a new source. Love how everyone who speaks about her has a different take, it makes her really interesting.

Also rare smiling v9 Ruby Rose sighting

I love that CC is still a cat, with all the usual catlike behaviors. Would've been easy to anthropomorphize them more, I’m happy that didn’t happen.

“Each acre is made specifically for it’s inhabitants and their roles”

Intriguing. So...does CC not have an acre to call home? If not, why not? What makes them unique among this world’s rules?

a grogurt parfait, huh? Sounds gross.

“Well I’m sure we’ll cause a lot less trouble once we’re back to normal” oh Weiss, honey, I wouldn’t count on that 😂

Ugh CC Blake’s right, they've got enough problems without you reminding them of what’s happening in remnant

“Oh no, i wasn’t paying attention” Ruby you are one of 5 people and your entire bag of trauma just got poked, it’s not your fault. You gotta work on that self-blaming instinct, he says knowing full well how hard that is from personal experience (seriously, i see so much of myself in Ruby)

The Lonely carpenter and the rusted Knight

one sweet, one handsome

Guessing we’ll meet them soon enough

Also that confirms the Knight in the trailer and intro isn’t Jaune. the Knight was in the original book.

So yeah was wrong about the Chekov's butterfly

Couple interesting lines here

First

”I’m the herbalist. Until I’m not, anyway”

Our first hint that roles are not set in stone.

and second

“Everyone needs help these days. Everyone.” Who else is Herb referring to?

“Huntresses are heroes. We protect those who can’t protect themselves” Blake is really following in Ruby’s stead, this is literally the line Ruby gives her all the way back in volume 1 when they talk about their love of books. Of course, she’s doing it after going through all the healing Ruby hasn’t done yet. It is cool to see this dichotomy of Blake stepping up and embodying what she valued in Ruby while Ruby becomes more like she was in volume 1 and 2

Also, I like that Ruby’s answer to “What does a huntress do” is “fight monsters”. it shows that she’s still thinking about things wrong

“In order to help you become whatever it is you need to become, you really ought to have a better understanding of what you are now”. Great line. Cuts straight to the heart of the issue.

.”This is how a king winds up a prince”

So...the Red Prince used to be the Red King? And he became the Red Prince, perhaps because he didn’t understand who he was, and thus who he wanted to be wasn’t quite right? We’ll see. But clearly there’s a much more complicated transformation process that can happen here than we expected. Perhaps a far more literal one, as well.

“You don’t have to go forward you know. You could go back. Back to before.”

Before she lost her arm. It’s not about her arm though--it’s about everything. It’s about going back to what things were like before beacon fell. Going back to who she was like before beacon fell.

Yang is shocked--but she doesn't immediately reject the idea. Unlike Blake...

“You could just be human. Or just a cat. It’s up to you.”

“Why would i do that?”

“I told you. It’s simple. Much simpler than trying to be a bridge between human and faunus. Why struggle with that responsibility?”

So it’s clear now. The reason Blake wasn’t front and center on injustice during the Atlas arc.

This is what she was struggling with. Well this, and taking the life of an actual living, breathing person

Doesn’t matter that it was Adam, he was still a person.

So for a couple volumes she just...stopped trying to be that bridge. Focused on proving to her loved ones that she had grown, and that she wouldn’t run away again. Showing them--and especially Yang--that she loved them.

“You could be a nobody. Isn’t that what you want? to be free?”

God i’m so proud of these girls. This is such a beautiful scene. It’s so well directed, so well written, and there’s so much we can all learn from it, purely on an emotional growth level..

And then we come to Ruby. And unlike her friends, she doesn’t have it in her to reject the part of herself that appears here. Instead, she gets this brutal face-to-face with all of her worst insecurities, worst impulses, all her imposter syndromes and her habit of putting everything on her own shoulders. honestly this section deserves a deep dive all its own.

“You don’t even have to be Ruby Rose. So. Who are you gonna be?”

Ruby is gonna go through a major transformation this volume. I can only hope it’s the one she needs.

I’m really curious why exactly CC was so angry about what Herb was doing. What exactly did he do wrong? Hopefully we will find out tomorrow.

the “That’s a bit much” lien from herb intrigues me though. Was he affected by the pain the girls--and Ruby in particular--were being forced to confront?

“Take a little bit of my heart”

Really curious about CC’s powers

and little being adorable again. Can’t wait for tomorrow!!

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vineofroses · 7 months

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by @your-catfish-friend !

1. Are you named after anyone?

i do not think so though my middle name might be either my grandmother on my dad's side or my great grandmother. we weren't really that close with my dad's side of the family so im unsure.

2. When was the last time you cried?

sometime this week. there's a lot of shit happening in the world this week.

3. Do you have kids?

nope, and i do not intend to.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

a few weeks ago i told a friend of mine who's a new friend of a couple of years that in high school i was pretty much a jock. she was shocked lol because i am not athletic anymore.

but anyway, soccer was the first sport i played and i loved it. played rec league through middle school and joined a B competitive team through sophomore year of high school. that was my fun sport.

i ran JV cross country in high school. all of my friends were on the team and i got pretty decent at it.

but the main sport i was involved in was competitive swimming. from the ages of 9-18 i was swimming all the time and it was the bane of my existence. yes, it got me on the varsity team and to the State meet all four years of high school but holy shit, there's a lot of ups and downs in competitive sports. i miss it now, but there's a reason i didn't get back in the pool for three years after high school was over.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

noooooooooooo

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

probably their sense of humor.

7. What's your eye color?

Brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

i like scary movies, but i'll go with happy endings, although i prefer a complicated happy ending. i think my favorite endings are the ones where the character isn't okay yet but there's a moment where they realize they will be. that feels more realistic to me and speaks to an ongoing journey.

9. Any talents?

i ...... have no idea which makes me kinda sad. im sure other people might view a few things that i do as talents but i won't ever view them that way because none of it comes easy. i always wished i could draw, or could play an instrument. i admire anyone who does.

10. Where were you born?

san diego

11. What are your hobbies?

writing, designing the rooms of my house, hanging out with my friends, sending birthday cards in the mail, drinking wine, reading fan fic

12. Do you have any pets?

yes

13. How tall are you?

mid

14. Favorite subject in school?

my favorite classes in college were my writing workshops. they were always so supportive and i loved the writing community on campus. one of my favorite parts of this advanced creative writing workshop i took was how my professor framed how we give constructive criticism during workshops.

the way the workshops worked was we would discuss two students' stories a workshop, coming to class with our notes on their stories ready. we would go around the table and talk about what we loved about the story first. the writer of the story was allowed to engage in the conversation about their story (an important detail because during sophomore year i had a professor who didn't allow the writer to engage during the discussion of their story and i thought that created such a weird, uncomfortable atmosphere).

when it was time to move on to the constructive criticism segment, my professor always started it by saying "what can so and so work on to take their story to the next level?" even though she started the first segment with "what did everyone love about the story," she didn't follow that up with "what did you dislike about the story." I always appreciated that very intentional distinction because it eased everyone into the next part of the workshop where yes, it could be easy to get defensive about your story (as experienced in the sophomore year workshop). it allowed for more thoughtful conversation about the construction criticism and put the writer in a more comfortable position to take in the constructive criticism. the question "what can so and so work on to take their story to the next level" also framed our stories as ongoing works, which is just inherently part of the process. we were not going to write award winning short stories for a single workshop, but that draft could be turned into something down the line. it was a great mindset for a writing workshop. it's been 8 years since that class. I miss those types of workshops and hate how hard it is to find a similar atmosphere once you leave college. But i still carry that class with me.

15. Dream job?

write for tv. i've been saying that for years and it gets further and further away each year it feels like but i suppose it doesn't hurt to keep putting it out there. i've started taking some very small steps to at least start the learning process of crafting stories for tv again, which is very exciting. baby steps.

honestly im not quite sure who are mutuals and who are not so apologies if im crossing a line by tagging you if we are not mutuals lol! tagging @paperstorm @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @michellemisfit @rutherinahobbit @mybrainismelted @storms-s @firstprince-history-huh @freneticfloetry

#writing #creative writing #the writing process #ask game #tag game

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forestryfae · 5 months

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man it is SO nice to find a solution to a really shit problem only for 50 other problems to happen

i am completely alone with zero support in a house i hate, doing as much housework as possible so it can be manageable both in day to day life and so its not hard to just leave when i move, and i still am not getting any help getting rid of the stuff.

i have almost no money and i have to pay to take the train to buy food or neccessities and i was dumb enough to not send a letter sooner so i dont know if ill get my money until after christmas or not, i havent bought more than one christmas gift either cus im fucking broke, and i dont feel anywhere in my body that i want to spend time making something for anyone. my brother still isnt done paying me my money back and literally hasnt talked to me since last time he asked for money, my dad hasnt fucking talked to me in ages and the one time he called in summer it was out of boredom to ask when i was gonna visit them, none of my extended relatives talk to me at all so what the fuck is the point there, and my mom is just. a fucking bitch.

i had her removed as a legal guardian, not even on purpose initially but because folkenemnda or whoever sent her a letter before i was able to have a meeting, so she ofc got fucking offended and now has decided sve cant be involved in anything. she cant call electricians, she cant help fix the house, its "too difficult" for her to have to talk to me or my new legal guardian instead of just buying stuff right away, and she told ME to get a new phone service provider. i had to fix that myself. on top of her being, once again, a useless bitch. dont touch my stuff i say, its fucking embarrassing that you have dirty laundry she implies while moving all my furniture around and doing shit to my kitchen while refusing to acknowledge its my house but still treating it like her own, and not fixing the internet again after they unplugged it.

so i have no access to internet besides my last 150 mb of phone data unless i call some guy to fix it, but they wont be here until next year most likely so its pretty much pointless, and if i buy phone data i have to pay. so if i cant get it fixed ill be literally alone for two weeks straight with no people at all around me and noone i can talk to on the internet. except for fucking. christmas. idk about new years eve. and i dont even fucking like my family, i dont even want to spend time with them, they treat me like shit.

the ac doesnt work since mom got the electricians to look at everything but never actually hired anyone to fix shit and now is completely uncooperative. and after they checked the fireplace in that control like two years ago im not allowed to use it, and mom never actually got that fixed either even though shes been in charge of absolutely everything since forever.

plus both heaters downstairs are set to 27c or max and it still is only like 17 or 19 or so, i have an entire room in the house i straight up cant use cus theres no power and no light and 17c in there and its full of stuff i asked mom to take to the thrift store for me 6 months ago. also i cant leave either heater on if im boiling water or washing dishes cus that overloads the entire fucking thing.

and its just like so much bullshit all at once and ive been spacing out for like 2 hours while writing this cus i get so frustrated and upset and angry and sad. its not fucking fair that my parents literally dont care about me, yet im expected to be fucking sociable and call and visit them and reach out. they didnt reach out to me or support me at all when i was a kid, or a teenager, or an adult, why the fuck would i want to deal with them. but if i dont go to visit them on christmas or i point out that hey. youre not really being fair or nice to me at all, hell breaks loose cus i should be more than happy with the crumbs they give me, as if theyre the best people in the world for fucking. calling once every six months or letting me celebrate a holiday with them.

like. im stuck here for 2 weeks, im broke as shit, no connection to the outside world once i use all my data, i very much am still mentally ill even if im better than before i went inpatient. but once i go back ill have to go back to work and i dont have a psychiatrist to talk to and im not on any meds i think i might need and i havent been tested for anything yet, i havent been had driving practice yet, i can barely talk to my support contact, i need a lot more help than i am being given, im not getting the help i ask for when i do ask for it, and thats on top of shit parents and a shit house and two cats i love but am not sure i can keep given the whole thing where im gone for months at a time. and i just. how the fuck am i supposed to be able to keep a job or ever move out or make friends properly or keep a new apartment or house or be mentally stable. its so much bullshit all at once wtf

#talkies

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larksheaven · 3 months

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i’m sat on my desk chair in full night makeup and a cardigan waiting for my friends to cancel. i have this gnawing, aching feeling like i can predict what words will light up my screen next.

sorry, my friend doesn’t want to hang out as three. rain check? or the more subtle: hey, so sorry i don’t think we’re gonna go after all. i can picture it clearer than i can see myself now, sitting in this room. i can picture me, two minutes from now, putting my tail between my legs and going back to bed waiting for life to happen to me.

that’s fine, i’ll say. i was kinda tired anyway. long week and all.

she tells me she’s almost leaving and i still don’t believe it. i am sat in this chair with my back slouched. my nerves have been acting up all day. i had to film a mock video interview today, twice. i cried during both.

a firework goes off and i’m so on edge it feels like a gunshot. they hunt a lot of animals where i grew up. i think i always understood what the animals must feel. i’ve always believed something’s out to get me. usually because it has.

i should be checking my pizza isn’t burning but i’m just sat here thinking how i know this isn’t normal. i know that this is nurture, not nature, that my nurture was ostracism and closed doors. i don’t remember ever getting out. i think a part of me is still locked in there most days.

normal. a normal person would take rejection in stride. a normal person would not be frozen to this chair to begin with. a normal person would be excited to go out clubbing for the first time. (the fireworks are at it again. it’s like i can feel them in my spine). i’m meeting my friend, and her friend. that’s too many degrees of separation for my liking. i’m not used to this hands on stuff, i mean, clearly. here i am, not moving, waiting for a text to wake me up like some sleeper agent on standby.

i watch them in my head like it’s some movie, laughing behind my back, sending the text to cancel and going anyway. i see it later on their instagram story, they danced all night and had a blast while i curled under a heated blanket.

i started therapy again last week; she told me my avoidance was a maladaptive coping mechanism. i already knew that, but i acted a little surprised to make her feel like she was Doing Her Job Well. not that she was doing bad or anything, it’s just that when you spend enough time alone, you get to know your demons. calling them demons feels mean. maybe little ghosts is more apt.

the little ghosts look like me at different ages, and they all warn me with every turn i take. don’t get your hopes up too high. take a whole lot of photos, that way you won’t have got all made up for nothing. do it before they cancel, you don’t want sad eyes. you want to look like you did before it all went wrong.

i don’t mind these ghosts, though i wish i could talk back to them sometimes. i know they’re just trying to save me from what they couldn’t save themselves from. but im here now, in the end. and isn’t that nice? if you look at me you might almost think im a whole person.

i do wish i could stop feeling so guilty all the damn time. i think it’s self sabotage; i talk to myself like for some reason i’m not allowed to enjoy the full breadth of human experience. like i’m some stowaway in the back of a truck full of real people who are allowed to exist.

i just realised, maybe i should read all this to my therapist. third one in the bag, woo! i should get an award or something for all the times i’ve had my brain put into a test tube in front of me. i would read this to her, but i got a call a few days after my first session. bereavement. she’ll be off indefinitely. i know it’s nothing to do with me, but i find it morbidly funny. we were about to start emdr, an eye movement therapy to help me process something that happened ten years ago. we’re almost at that anniversary. i feel like i should get a cake, or a million or something. but nobody pats you on the back just for getting there. you just do.

i’ve psyched myself out so much that now i’m considering cancelling. i’m fantasising about my bed and not having to drive. my head likes to ruin things for me until it gets me to ruin them myself. i always think people will laugh at me, see. i think they’ll know that i’m naked underneath.

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