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Credit to xleafyheartx! 100 Random Character Development Questions (Bud edition…try to stay objective *sweat sweat 😥*)

001. When is their birthday? February 7 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? Usually a cake or a surprise party if anyone makes one 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? Tea 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? Depends with who… 005. Are they in good health? Pretty much 006. What sense do they most rely on? Feeling 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? A cautious optimist…or they desperately attempt to manifest their dream life 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? The undertale 009. Do they believe in happy endings? Yes 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? Yes 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? Be really shy but also try to be cute (o^^o)

012. What makes your character embarrassed? Being around anyone they like 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? Hundreds of times 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. The shame of always having to hide themselves to there family and childhood “friends”, also the shame of imposing on others *toned down basil ensues* 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Tongue 016. What is their choice of weapon? Wand or none 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? They try to be pacifistic but would probably hurt (not kill) someone like handplates gaster in the first few seasons or at that level of atrocity 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? hide in a basement or bunker with dee loved ones and survive

019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? The power to make any wish come true 020. What are their hobbies? Violin, Drawing, Singing 021. How do they display affection? Lots of cuddles and small spooning uwu, compliments, hugs, Quality time, tlc 022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? The mighty handsome Asgore 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? Well with a partner?…(yes this questionare will be romance focused -w-) hmm….tall, v-shaped body, muscular, broad shouldered, bearded, hairy and deep voiced 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? Ummm i don’t really judge on looks in others… 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? Kind, loving, strong, caring, sympathetic/empathetic, smart, wise, balanced and healthy boundaries 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? Cruel, cold, uncaring, forsakes others, unresponsive, dishonest 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? A life where everyone is happy and whole inside, a place where everyone has entered a state of unity and peace…in their personal life, being with Asgore and having a loving, happy marriage and family (≧∀≦) plz don’t judge me… 028. What makes them laugh out loud? Abrupt jokes, cute memes, random humor, jokes with a shock or surprise factor 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? An all around sense but generally not dad jokes or anything too convential (i.e. knock knock jokes) 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? Yes 031. Are they superstitious about anything? Angel numbers? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? In souls yes, but not ghosts 033. Do they keep their promises? If it was coerced or unwilling no… 034. What’s their view of lying? Tell the truth unless someone can be in danger or it’s my parents 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? i try to live by the golden rule…i have like a hundred dif rules i try to emulate :3 036. How honorable is your character? Average?

037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? Return it! This has happened more than once 038. What bad habits do they have? Neediness, anxious attachment, lashing out at people that can’t understand them 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? Taking away all those they love 040. What is their obsession? Undertale 041. Are they comfortable with technology? Yes 042. What is their greatest achievement? … 043. What will they stand up for? Bullying or any form of hurting 044. What disgusts them? Homophobia and hate, especially since i’ve had a lot of experience with these two 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? No 046. How do they handle getting sick? If there under the weather they’ll try to power through and do there best, if there really sick i’ll need a lot of tlc 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? Strep 048. Do they have any allergies? No 049. How does your character feel about growing old? Fine :) 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? Well i believe in the afterlife…but i’d rather die before my partner/Asgore…even though that’s kind of selfish 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? Climb da mountain and spend those final moments in joy…this almost made me cri :’) 052. What is your character’s worst flaw? NeEdInEsS 053. What is your character’s greatest strength? Kindness

054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? Enough to stop everyone’s suffering, or at the very least basic autonomy 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert more of 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? As a kid 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? No 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? Just a day with my (future hopefully) husband Asgore…to feel loved and held in his arms…that i would love… *cri* 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? *You actually thought of uwu as a kid…you think… 060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning? *you wish teachers were more readily available and taught things which helped contribute to there students well-being and happiness, rather than just information…you get that it’s hard to find a good way to teach everyone though* 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? A safe adventure! 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? *a kind loving person who helped the world in a positive way*

063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature?

067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? I want to say very…but is that just how i wish i see to see myself? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) Neutral good, Cleric there was actually a time when i played d&d when i was in eighth grade with my friends and i was a full on pacifist and mainly functioned trying to spare enemies Undertale style…i rolled a 19 to spare a rabbit… 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) either a protagonist or damsel in distress 074. What is your character’s favorite game? …uNdErTaLe 075. Is your character ticklish? Yes 076. How do they express anger? Crying in front of people i feel safe with and cynicism with people i don’t…

077. How often do they cry? Over what? 078. How emotionally stable is your character? 079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others? Very… 080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions? 081. Is your character religious? *mostly, but they do have some baggage from there childhood experiences

082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences? 083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up? 084. And 85 aee pretty much the same as the next two :)

086. How would your character describe themself in one word? 087. How would your character describe themself in three words? *Asks older sib for opinion* Empathetic, creative, sensitive

088. Is your character quiet or loud? Quiet, they have a pretty soft voice

089. How vocally expressive is your character? *dynamic* 090. How bodily expressive is your character? *moderate*

091. What type of music does your character like? *you like classical music and anything which brings tears…* 092. What emotion does your character evoke in others? *so far we’ll have to wait and see…*

093. What is your character’s goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know.

095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do.

096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change?

098. Does your character like animals? *you are very good with animals…a lot of dogs seem to gravitate toward you on the streets…apparently a lot of other empaths experience this as well

099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? *bumps into object* i’m sorry

100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

#Sorry for the spacing…#I’ll finish this soon :3 #ask bud #asgore and bud #bud #asgore x bud #undertale headcanons

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itstheimpossibledream · 3 years

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Thee Stallion

Word Count: 5,467

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Megan The Stallion, Hotch x Emily Prentiss

Summary: I’m trying something new, the writing style, the character type and fandom all a bit different than my usual stories so please lmk what you think ! So this first part is loosely based on Season 3 Episode 17. A Spencer Reaid sexual redemption story of sorts. Spencer’s high school crush grows up to be singer & sex icon Megan thee Stallion but, when a killer sadist and kidnapper enters her circles she turns to Spencer& The BAU for help. The Team ends up going undercover at a sex party and things ensue. I’m aware it the most random pairing on the planet and it didn’t need to happen.But, this is what I wanted to write so like……..suck it???🤷🏾‍♀️Also a Prentiss and Hotch hook up ??? whaaaaat? I know I know I’m unhinged. Enjoy sluts😜Again Feedback is always welcome and requests are open! Please don’t copy or repost my fics without my permission!

"I don't know. Are you sure your parents aren't going to mind?" Spencer asked, nervously biting his bottom lip. He stepped into the doorway of the large home. It smelled clean, he noted that it didn't have the smells of a normal house, it's scents didn't remind him of family but more of a hotel.Scents of maids, glass cleaners and overly expensive clothing filled his nostrils. He wasn't judging her but, to say her parents were filthy rich would be an understatement. Freshman year she moved to Las Vegas, and a week ago Mrs. Baird had asked Spencer if he'd mind tutoring her after school. He played it cool in front of his favorite teacher but, inside his heart had skipped for joy. He never actually expected her to ask him to walk her home. Not that he could consider saying no. No one would be looking for him anyway. As the Vegas sun beat down on them his heart soared, even in the silence.This infact was his cloud nine.He just never expected for the hottest girl in school to admit to wanting to spend time with him,much less for an extended period. Obviously, it was a purely platonic mathematical meeting but, still this was more alone time with a girl he wasn't related to than he had had so far in his life. She headed up the stairs and he followed behind her like a lost puppy, trying with all his might not to look up her incredibly short school-uniform-issued skirt,as she ascended. It wasn't necessarily that she was the most popular girl in school, or the fact that she was the hottest that made him crazy about her, as much as it was the fact that she always smiled at him. She was just nice. The day he met her,Mom was having an episode, a bad one and she forgot to wake him up for school. Much to his surprise this day was also her first day of school, she smiled at Spencer in the office and he made sure to set an alarm knowing he couldn't rely on his mother and was never late to school again. He vowed to himself to never miss that smile if he could help it.

The intricate wooden door swung open into what Spencer could only imagine was the inside of a pepto-bismol bottle, or every girl's dream. The entire room was hot pink and bright, it wasn't what he had pictured for her but then again she was doing many things out of character today.

"Are you sure your parents are okay with me being in your room?" he asked again, just to be on the safe side. She broke into laughter shooting him a look of astonishment that also somehow managed to make him feel as though he had asked a stupid question.

"They never care that there are boys in my room. They're never home." she retorted quickly.

"O." Spencer was surprised by the popping sound his lips made as he said it.

"Why?" she followed up quickly "You've never had a girl in your room before?" she took off her sweater, embellished with the school's emblem and sat it on the back of her color coordinated office chair.

"Ummmmm no." He replied honestly .

"Then you should invite me over sometime." She said, crossing the room to sit on her impossibly large bed.

"O ummm- I don't think that'd be a good idea." he whispered to himself. The room fell silent for a moment and he realized that he had made the moment awkward, she had offered to come to his house, to be in his room and he had turned her down.

"Your uhhhh-Your room is VERY pink." he managed to get out in order to cover the silence. He scratched the back of his head, a visual declaration of his insecurities manifesting and she doubled over in laughter again, finding herself shockingly both amused and turned on by his honesty. Men weren't honest like that, and definitely not with her.

"Pretty observant. I guess that's why you're the smartest kid in the state." She winked. He ignored the wink, it probably wasn't intentional.

"Actually it's just the Tri-state area but......thanks" he trailed off again. This time she didn't try to come up with something to say to make him more comfortable. She allowed him to sit in the silence and shockingly he realized he was less bothered by it. She watched as he fiddled with his hands, the veins in his slender fingers raised to attention. Eventually, She pulled her textbook from her back pack and opened to a problem that she was having trouble with. Spencer watched over her shoulder as she worked through the math on her own. Truthfully, she got farther than he had expected her to. He could tell though that at this part she was stuck, he gave her a second to see if she would catch her mistake.But, he couldn't bare to watch it anymore , reaching down his hand to cover hers, guiding it to write the right numbers. When he leaned in she could smell his cologne, a scent much more mature than that of anyone else their age. She wanted Spencer bad. He had to be avoiding it not to notice.He was actually the first boy she had had in her room that didn't attempt to get her naked the second the door closed behind them. His adams apple bobbed as he finished the last number and she decided to go for it. There was something about the curve in his lip as he smiled down at his math that made her want to jump his bones. She could tell he wasn't the kind of guy you fake an orgasm for. He was someone who wasn't afraid to work at something until they got it right.

"Can you sit in this chair for me?" she asked, slowly running her hand over the seat's back.

"sure." he shrugged, taking the book with him, completely unaware of your intentions. You move to the door and lock it, he was probably a virgin,probably wanted a less risky experience.You straddle his right thigh and his eyes immediately snap up to meet you,when you finally lower yourself onto his leg, he can't ignore it anymore. You feel his body tensing up under you,

"Do you want me to stop?" you say looking directly in his eyes. He had never made uninterrupted eye contact with you for this long but you could see the wheels in his head turning.

"NO!" he says, louder than he had expected to, afterall he was the smartest kid in the entire tri-state area. He knew what you were offering him now. You lean down to kiss him, at first his lips don't move and you wonder if you had completely misjudged him.Then, you feel a hand move to the back of your head as he cradles you to his mouth,pushing back, his tongue fighting for dominance. You slowly began rolling your hips on his leg, leaning in at the top, putting the most pressure on your clit. You could feel him growing hard, and soon enough you were rubbing him through his pants as he exhaled the tiniest moans. You were in love with that sound, and you knew you would do anything he asked you to, as long as he never stopped making it. He was able to lift himself up and move his pants down enough to spring his cock free from his underwear, it was so shockingly confident and unlike him a few minutes prior and you cherished it. You lifted your skirt for him so he could move your underwear to the side and enter you.The entire walk home had felt like foreplay to you anyway, the underwear you were wearing had been soaked through. He looked up at you, eyes heavily lidded and filled with lust. He didn't seem as innocent as he had before entering your room. Swinging your leg to his side so you were fully straddling him, you lowered yourself to him and relished in the intake of breath he had as his tip began exploring your walls.He looked up at you so innocently you couldn't help but moan out his name.

"Shhh. Shh.We don't want anyone to hear you." He whispered before pulling you in for another kiss. You whine into his mouth as he ruts his hips up into you. His hips move with force but, control he's savoring it, not wanting to cum too soon. It was his first time, you wouldn't have held it against him but, god were you glad he was lasting. You were beginning to unravel ontop of him. His nimble fingers worked open the buttons of your shirt as you bounced on him. He reached a hand inside and you were surprised by the warmth of his long hand as he plamed your breast,working your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Oh. my god." you breathed over and over again, as he continued pushing into you. The sensation was much more than you were used to,and you grappled with your emotions as he pushed you over the edge. You were loud, there wasn't even an attempt to hold it in. He pulled back from your mouth, a large smile breaking across his face. He was beaming with pride and while you loved to see how happy your orgasm had made him, you were slightly annoyed to learn that even Spencer was not entirely exempt from succumbing to unnecessary male bravado. You could feel him moving inside you, pulsing his dick against your walls as he watched you come down from your high. He brought your face to his, kissing you deeply as you began to roll your hips onto him again. His gaze is dark and you press your hands down on his chest to adjust yourself as you ride him. He loves watching you,everything from the way you flip your hair, to the noises that escape your throat with each thrust. You kiss his neck, working your lips on the space behind his ear, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he whispers a light "Fuck." in response to your action. He began pushing into you fast and quick , he held you up by your hips allowing himself to slide completely in and out of you. When he controlled your hips it allowed him to push up and bottom out, hitting your deepest point. He moans again, his voice hitting a higher pitch than you had expected and you knew what you were doing to him. He pushed into you for the last time letting out an embarrassingly loud noise as you bounced a bit more, releasing your orgasm all over him. He practically beams up at you , filled with pride. You make out with him again as he slowly softens inside you.

"Do you ummm-want to finish studying or- I can leave if you...." The confidence of the moments before had evaporated and in its wake was the same timid genius as before.

"I'd like it if you stayed." you said, peeling your skin from his and removing the rest of your school uniform while changing into your robe.You walked to your bathroom, splashing water on your face and looking at your reflection. You came back from the bathroom to find Spencer dressed, the chair was placed back near the table and the room looked as though nothing had ever happened. He had the book back in his lap and was reading it intently, or maybe he was just staring down at it to avoid making eye contact with you.

"You can use the bathroom if you want." you smiled at him as you pulled the ties on your robe tighter.

"I'm okay." he said, barely looking up from the text. There was a bang on the door, that got his attention. He looked at you now, his pupils jumping with fear. The knock hit the door again, stronger this time.

"I'm coming." she called shakily. She quickly crossed the room and unlocked the door.

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"So that's why they did it?"Derrick said, spinning in his chair again. The bull pen was practically empty but the heat that dripped off of Spencer's lips as he spoke was palpable.

"He really had no choice." Spencer said furrowing his brow. "American society heralds the high school quarterback as the traditional teen alpha male .What was he supposed to do?" he shrugged, clearing his throat.

" He wasn't supposed to bully you, to embarrass you in front of the whole school. He shouldn't have chosen that.It's not your fault his girlfriend chose you." Derek leaned in, he was good at that, the supportive older brother role. It made him feel safer, it made him feel understood and it gave Derek a window into a part of Spencer's life that he was rarely allowed to see.

"And that's why you don't want to help her?" Derek asked but it came out as more of a statement. Spencer returned his gaze to his desk while Derek ogled the woman in Hotch's office.

"Sure had to be good for your ego though."Morgan remarks pleasantly, swinging his chair around again

"Pain and happiness are simply conditions of the ego.Forget the ego. A quote from Laozi."Spencer shrugs, pushing up from his desk.

"Okay but have you seen her music videos?She twerks Spencer."

"I've seen all of them, the same as she's aware of every achievement and degree I've been honored with. We're friends just......from afar." the corner of Spencer's mouth twitched as he finished and Derek couldn't help but pry more, following him to the coffee stand.

"Why?" he pushed " Do you think if you get close to her again something else bad will happen?"

"I don't know." his mouth quirked up again while he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Derek was chuckling to himself while stirring his coffee and Spencer knew he could not wait to tell Garcia.

“What ?” he finally asked unable to ignore Morgan’s chuckles any longer.

“Just never thought you could handle a sister… much less….” he trailed off.

“Shut up Morgan.” he countered quickly , refusing to make eye contact.

Emily crosses the room towards them, perching atop Morgan’s desk. “You guys got any idea what that’s about ?” She asks motioning towards Hotch’s office.

“Spencer’s friend had some coworkers go missing.” Morgan offers, folding his arms in a fake gesture of jealousy towards Spencer, who rolls his eyes.

“Ah. What does she do?”Prentiss asks, always the curious one.

“Real-estate.” Spencer quips quickly before shoving his hands into his pockets and moving past them to leave. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by her, he truly wasn’t. It was more the time in his life that she reminded him of that he wished to escape.His thoughts were silenced when Hotch announced to the bull pen that they were to meet immediately.

Hotch walked up swiftly behind Prentiss, "Pack and meet back here in 30." Hotch said, throwing the file under his arm. Prentiss looks from Spencer to Derek, and the room becomes silent as they watch Hotch walk away with Megan.

"O We're definitely taking this case." Derek raised his eyebrows and Spencer felt his heartbeat quicken. Okay so he had to be around her again, he could do that. It wasn't as if she was a bad memory. Infact, he associated her with a lot of the positive parts of his teenage years, nothing had really topped losing his virginity.

"Hey guys-" Prentiss said looking up from the file,"you have no idea how fun this case is gonna be." she said, laughing to herself.

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Spencer rapped his pen quickly against the notepad before him. The case actually seemed simple to him, she brought good intel, she practically handed them the unsub their only job was to make a clear, fool proof arrest.Dalton Hughes was wanted for kidnapping and forcing women into sexual slavery. Definitely not their usual work but, she had used Spencer’s name to get FBI attention.And while he attempted to hide it well, Spencer could tell Hotch was more than attracted to her.

“Reid and Prentiss you’ll be undercover.” Hotch finished

“ Woahhhh.Wait what?!?!” Spencer exclaimed

“You brought us this case I assume you wanted to be hands on.” Hotch responds directly.

“ I do- I-I just think Morgan would be less obvious.” he pleaded to deaf ears.

“ Gee thanks.” Derek’s dry humor broke the rest of the room into an uproarious laughter.

“Actually, Tall fit black guy in those circles is either a performer or an athlete-regardless he’s got to much charm. He's the kind of guy who walks into a room and everyone knows who he is. You guys need someone who can fly under the radar for this.” she says leaning in on the doorframe. Overhearing their meeting wasn’t intentional, she just wanted to make sure he had relayed the case clearly, plus there was only so much space inside the plane.

“ Great. I’m just the right amount of invisible I guess.” Reid says, faking a smile as he gets up from his seat to pace the aircraft.JJ pats him on the back and you can tell she’s trying to console him but, you know there isn’t much left to console. The rest of the team filed out as you scurried to catch up with Spencer.

“ Did she just profile me?” Morgan asks aloud, a hint of disgust in his voice.

“ Look you know I respect our unspoken bond, and I swear I wouldn’t have come if I had another option.” you say grabbing his arm, pleading for him to look at you. He’d grown a lot since you had last seen him.His muscle tone was becoming as prevalent as his wit.

“ I know.” He admits sternly, his voice is low but sure.

“ I know-I just.I ummmm….” his voice trailed off and you watch as his eyes jumped around, looking everywhere except directly at you. It was impossible for him to be at a loss for words, this silence just meant he wasn’t sure of what he knew he wanted to say. “Can we uhhh-“ he still can’t find the agreeable language before Hotch cuts in.

“We’re all okay with these assignments then?”he asks. He seemed to accept the assorted responses from the room and returned to his reading of the file. Megan quietly excuses herself to go to the bathroom.

"Prentiss was right." Rossi smiles to himself, " I do love this case."

"I just don't see why I'm going undercover in a sex ring instead of Derek." Spencer whispers.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Derek shoots back in mock surprise.Both Prentiss and Spencer burst out in laughter, and even Hotch can't help but smile.

"For what it's worth I'd trade spots with you anyday, pretty boy." Morgan says winking at Spencer.

"We need it to be Reid, he and Megan have a good rapport and I want to build on that.The more natural the relationship looks the better."

"Wait what do you mean relationship?"Prentiss shoots. No one responds, so Prentiss breaks the silence of the jet with an "O.I see......No way.....Well, good for you Reid."

"O my god." Spencer rolls his eyes"can we please just get to L.A. without going through my entire sexual history?"

"Oooooo.So there is a sexual history?" Now, Morgan turns to fully face Reid, clapping him on the back. Prentiss makes a sexual gesture with her hands, and the entire room erupts in laughter again.

"Stop." Prentiss immediately let's up on the joke at Hotch's command.Everyone attempts to hold it in but, after a second of silence Rossi breaks, and the rest of the group can’t help but follow.

“You know, I stripped undercover before.” Prentiss cuts in.

“Oh god. How did I know we were going to go back to that.” Morgan feigns annoyance.

“Good point Emily, you should be paired with Hotch.” Rossi says flippantly.

“That’s fine. We could use Emily’s expertise.” Hotch says, his eyes flaring as he looks down at the file, definitely pretending to read. Clearly it was not fine but, it was more important for him to pretend it was for the sake of the room than not to. Plus, having more agents on the ground was always reassuring.

The plane begins its landing process and Spencer is lost in thought.

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He was calm and collected since the second he stepped off the plane to be honest. It wasn't until she slid her her leg on top of his, showing herself off to the dance floor,as he calmly rested his hand on her knee as if nothing out of the ordinary that he had the time to process what was happening."Okay can you see him?" she whispers into his ear. Ofcourse he can see him, ofcourse he was looking at her. Everyone in the room couldn't help but look at her, she was easily the most beautiful woman in any room she walked into. And while she was not the most famous guest at the party, not by a long shot she was, sure to grab attention that way as well. Spencer knew that but,he also knew that this was acting, and while he was good at reading other people's behavior he hoped she wouldn’t judge his behavior by the feeling of him growing under her leg. "Are we going to talk to him now?"

“No ...ummm our job is more to survey. You know keep an eye on everything.” He choked out.

“It’s easier if I have some help.” she smiled. He lightly brushed a finger over the tops of her knees, slowly moving his way up her thigh. It was gentle but, it was teasing enough for her to notice.

“ I’m not against helping, I just didn’t think you’d need it.” he smiled smugly next to you.

“What are you smiling about ?” she asked .

“You know you having an orgasm is not part of the assignment right ?”he avoided looking at her as his hand toyed further up the hem of her dress.

“The assignment was to be realistic. God I thought you were good at school.” she snuck in a kiss on his neck below his ear, like she used to. His breath caught in his throat which he decided to turn into a light cough , thinking that would avoid her detection.

“This collar means I’m a sub.” she said, grinding her butt onto his lap again. He clears his throat. “Implying that you’re my dominant. If this is going to work you have to seem in control.” she whispered the last part in his ear, sending a chill down his spine. His hand flew to her throat, thumb just lightly pressing its way into her air intake , as he pulled her head towards his.

“I know what it means.”his voice was low and stern. Infact, the hardest part in prepping for this case was not telling the rest of the group just how much he actually understood the mission. It’s not uncommon for sadists to take interest in the bdsm and kink community but, he wasn’t going to allow himself to fill his coworkers in on his sexual preferences. She looked fragile like this, his hand around her neck, her legs wide for the whole room, as sexual and commanding as she was she had no issue letting him top her, and he thrived on that power. His first industry sex party was going well as far as he was concerned. She leaned in to kiss him and he let out a disinterested “No.” , looking past her. She didn’t have the time to recover her feelings before he asked “Is there a private room?”

Sure she had been forward with him, but she was shocked by this admission. Maybe he really had let that young, timid version of himself entirely float away.

“Yes. down that hall. Any door on the left.” she steadied her voice, trying not to let her excitement be too obvious. Calmly, he pulled his cuff to his mouth “Our suspect is headed to a back room with a woman in an orange dress.” Her eyes shoot to Hotch and Prentiss, who are in their very own form of a compromising position.It was understated and tasteful but, there was no denying that his hand was in her mouth,as she sucked on his fingers.JJ was right by the door immediately headed towards the room, Spencer slowly got up, and fell in line behind Hotch and Emily kept an eye on the room. In the end, it was JJ’s arrest and Derek and Rossi were outside waiting for her to hand over the perp.

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“ So what’s your kink?” She asked breaking into a broad smile as a direct result of his uncomfortability. They were supposed to be undercover as strangers,two consenting adults meeting at the party. It’d be naive to pretend as though she never had a crush on Hotch. And even worse for him to deny the attraction as well. For as much time as she had spent with him, it always manages to shock her how he never gave any information unasked. Even as she had spent so much time undercover, she never met anyone in the FBI who would do better with international intelligence than Hotch.

“I don’t have any.”he shrugs crossing his arms across his chest. He hadn’t even taken his jacket off. She snakes her hand inside his jacket pocket and pulls out a buisness card.

“ Okayyyyy Detective Hotcher” she say, turning the card in her hand as she palms her drink. It was whiskey,he had ordered it for the table , he poured it with such care that a part of you envied the whiskey. To be cared for, to have hands like that pour into you.

“Not so thorough for undercover.” you joke with him

“I’ve been very busy.” he replies with, and you can read into it that he is disappointed in himself. Such a master of perfection but, he couldn’t manage to look comfortable on the obviously expensive couch. You stood infront of him , cocking your head to the side as you undid the belt of your wrap dress. It’s silky material rolled off of your body without hesitation and landed safely on the carpet, revealing the lingerie you had so carefully picked out for this mission. You watch as his eyes move from the dress on the floor to your heels and then trace over your body. He seems incredibly still except for the ticking of his watch. You can tell it was expensive but tasteful, not too large or flashy.He allowed you to walk toward him. You straddled him lightly, lowering yourself down onto him. You felt him exhale as his hands came to your lower back, a warmth spread throughout your body as his hands lightly rubbed your back . You rocked your hips forward and his eyes flashed up to yours. He fit his hands in the crease of your hips as you roll back and forth on his lap. His breath hitches, just enough for you to hear and you smirk knowingly at him.

“ Everyone has a kink agent Hotchner.” His eyes sparkle up at you. You can feel the twinge of interest, skirting his thought.

“Stop using my real name.” he corrects her sternly, her eyes challenging him

“So what’s yours ?” He turns his chin up to you, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Your fingers begin working at his tie, and as you roll your hips forward again you can feel his member growing under you.

“ I think that’s convincing enough.” He grunts, trying to remove himself from under you but, you cradle his hand and look into his eyes as you redirect it to your core.His hands immediately go to work as if he held no validity to his previous statement. You grind down on his fingers a little more.

“ You’re attracting a lot of attention now, I think-“ his whispered pleas were cut off as you bent close to his ear “ I thought I was the on-the-ground-professional in this case? I thought you needed my what was it ‘extensive experience’?” Hotch allowed himself to laugh at the use of a direct quote.

“So getting me hard in a room full of people proves that?”he retorts quickly.

“No”, she replies calmly continuing to ride his fingers while nonchalantly drawing circles on his chest.

“ But it does ensure that you’ll think of me the next few times when you’re alone. You will have wished you fucked me.And that’s even better.” She smiled, removing Hotch’s fingers and slowly seating herself next to him. He swung his arm over her shoulder and she brought his fingers to her mouth,placing them on her tongue.He shivered but, watched intently as she sucked on his fingers until he heard Spencer over his ear feed. The subject had headed for a private room, she was aware of the energy change and as Hotch moved towards the perp she, expertly blended into the crowd of other confused onlookers.

Within an hour of interrogation Rossi got him to reveal the location of the girls he was keeping captive. Soon after, Derek led a unit to retrieve them. It wasn’t their flashiest case but, it definitely gave everyone a warm feeling to go home with. Something the team hadn’t had in a long while. They stood in the lobby of the hotel, everyone with their own secrets,everyone trying to pretend that that wasn’t one of their more challenging missions. Everyone seemed different, quieter somehow; how’s that for a team building exercise Spencer found himself thinking.

“I’m uhhh-” he attempted to break the silence.

“Just go Spence!” the group responded in unison, almost comically.

“Wait. wait.” he stopped at Rossi's command and turned back accepting his handshake, the older agent clapped him on the back and smoothly slid a small stack of condoms into his hand.

“Go get em’ tiger.” he huffed under his breath, and Spencer couldn’t help but laugh to himself, as he turned on his heels to leave.

His heart raced as he entered the elevator, he wanted to shower, plan his outfit, his words; he wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, how much he had held back for years. His keycard slid into the door, he pushed it open and could barely make out the figure in the dark. Instinctively reaching for his gun,it wasn’t until he heard Megan call out his name that he was brought back to safety.

“Jesus, don’t kill me Spencer.”she laughed

“You could have been an intruder.”he laughed in agreement of how ridiculous it all was.

“Do most of your intruders dress like this?”She stood up so he could see, she wore a garter clearly visible below her much outgrown private school issued uniform skirt. The heels and his own opened buttoned down shirt completed the look that he was sure would drive him to his grave.

“Shit.” he exhaled, covering his face with his hand as she closed the door as well as the space between them; extending her hands to his pants. She could feel he was hard through his khakis, god only Spencer could get away with wearing khakis at an industry event.He quickly swatted her hand away, pulling her face to his. He pushes her against the wall, feeling her curves, feeling her warmth , feeling for the first time untouchable since that day in highschool.

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QOTS Rewatch - 2x01 - El Cuerpo de Cristo

This episode brought to you by Rico Suave and Baby Girl serving up some true greatness. I’m going to return to a bullet-point format for these. I got carried away with like, full-length essays on every episode last season. My brain is tired. I am just going to react as I watch like a normal, not-insane person watching a TV show. But I will say, this episode is a huge one for Teresa’s journey to the queenpin. And it’s an amazing Jeresa episode to boot. Definitely a contender for top 3 episodes of the season, and maybe even for series top 10. The King George meet and the end of episode (very sweet and awkward) hug both provided ample fodder for gifsets. I tagged as many of them as I could find. Hyperlinks embedded below the cut...

Queenpin season opener: “on your way up, your enemies can become your best friends, and your best friends collateral damage.” Oof, Brenda? Collateral damage? ☹️

I really love the queenpin opener suit.

We got more boob in this sex scene with faceless man than we did with James. Just sayin’.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this business, it’s that you can’t have it all. And if you want to succeed in this business, someday you will have to choose between survival and your heart.”

As a theme for this season, it plays out as if it’s supposed to be about Guero, and choosing between him and Camila, and later how she ends up leaving him behind. AND YET. It’s a theme that goes beyond this season (as we now know) and it was reconciling that choice that honestly preoccupied her most of the seasons going forward.

And interestingly, for a season that spends so much time on her going back and forth about Guero, “the love of her life,” the first two shots in this episode after the queenpin opener are… a Teresa close-up, followed by a James close-up. In the car ride back from El Limpiador’s.

James with his sunglasses on, swiping his mouth with his hand in some sort of consternation. And the way they framed the shots idk if it’s just me but it feels obvious that, even w/ his sunglasses on, he’s checking the rear-view mirror and looking back at Teresa.

I’m never going to finish this recap if I’ve taken 7 bullet points for the first 2 minutes of the episode

Right away though we’re introduced to a Teresa who proves she can pull her weight. She’s the one who first calls out that they’re being followed, and she holds her own with whatever type of semiautomatic rifle she’s got there (listen I don’t know anything about guns).

Man---she’s really starting out this new “partnership” with Camila playing a whole different ball game than she was playing in season 1. Going from agonizing over shooting the Miami dealer, to murdering Gato and El Limpiador for very valid personal reasons, to now firing indiscriminately at feds (well they don’t know they’re feds yet but just a random car following them)? My head is spinning

I love sweet Teresa’s reaction to pulling up at Camila’s safe house

And how long she follows James with her eyes as they get out of the car. Like she knows she can rely on him for the truth. “That’s something” (to quote her later).

Guero. Ok, so he was trying to feed the feds useless tidbits, just enough to keep stringing them along. In other words, he’s basically introduced to us as a weasel. And we’re meant to find him a legitimate love interest for Teresa? C’mon, show 🤨

Camila, in her deep v off-shoulder burgundy body con cocktail dress, bright red nails, and perfectly made up face, to Teresa, in a Henley and with her messy bun and dried blood still on her face: “And then you … spent years worrying about your pedicure and about how good your ass looked in those tight jeans.” Ummm.

“I just lost my best friend. She’s dead because of Epifanio. You’ve made it. You’re still here.” If we didn’t already know it, now it’s explicit: Brenda’s death is the catalyst for the change from season 1 Teresa, who will risk everything to escape Camila’s clutches, to season 2 Teresa, who’s realized if she wants to survive, she needs to align with someone more powerful than herself.

Epifanio realizing General Cortez is an evil sociopathic lunatic, and clocking exactly how little power he actually has against him. 😳

Guero’s notebook finally coming in handy: enter King George.

I pretty well broke down this entire scene via all my tags on the MANY gifsets that have been made for this scene. But let me just say: I think this will have to be a strong contender for top season 2 scenes. George just takes every scene he’s in up multiple notches. And he’s an AMAZING foil for Teresa and James, the latter of whom especially takes himself sooooooo seriously.

I honestly love the black t-shirt, black hoodie, black leather jacket, black jeans, and aviators look on James. George ISN’T wrong about them looking like they’re dressed for a Morrissey concert lol.

One thing I love in this scene is that (1) Teresa immediately takes charge (interrupting George offering her a gold bikini to issue a stern “Camila Vargas sent us”), and (2) George, for all of his hot air about trying to extort sex from her, very much clocks that she’s the one in charge.

Favorite line: “We don’t deal with lunatics.” “Yeah well I don’t deal with polliwogs.”

Running tally of King George nicknames for James: Baby Chapo, Ken Kardashian, Rico Suave (what do you think he might’ve dubbed Beach James in the finale?! Ugh RIP George).

Getting ready to kidnap Rios and Teresa has to school James on how she’s been kidnapped. The poor guy’s face. YEAH, James, that’s right, you didn’t even rescue her from any of them.

Camila asking Pote to set up a meeting with Epi. Pote calling Epi and Epi trying to get Pote to give up Camila. The DEA raiding Camila’s warehouse (which she’d already evacuated back in I think it was 1x11) in Dallas and Guero recognizing Teresa’s bed.

James trying to convince Teresa (and himself) that Rios’s born-again conversion isn’t serious reminds me of the queenpin vision in season 1 where she says to present-Teresa (about one of the other mules), do you think she knows she’s lying to herself? … Sometimes we need lies to survive.

Really I kind of love the little flashbacks to Guero. The first time I watched the show I didn’t care for them at all, they were too glowy and sweet, but now that I know how it all ends I loooove seeing her like that and imagining her returning to that softer version of herself in her post-cartel life with James.

Teresa in the back of the van with Rios is such a heavy scene. She looks on the verge of tears. Trying to act as if he’s not affecting her. We learn she believes in God here, which is an interesting little morsel to me (and I don’t think we ever see any trace of that again).

But his spiel does affect her and the following scene with James, in which she has second thoughts and he tries to convince her, in front of Rios, that “this is your shot,” is to me equally heavy. As he tells her that---in, I might point out, a much gentler voice than he gave her most of season 1---she blinks up at him so earnestly and entreatingly. Without the moral conviction of season 1 carrying her determination to get out, she needs more help now, and she looks to James for that. She saw him early on as someone who did share her values, at least to some extent, or at least the fact that he recognized her values was enough for her to see him as an ally. Honestly here’s maybe where James’s move of bringing her to his house in 1x05 to meet Kim might’ve paid off: that reveal showed her how in a parallel world she could’ve been his girlfriend; Guero could’ve been James. They’re equals in that way. So he becomes a kind of stand-in for Guero. And now that she’s not trying to run anymore---so she’s not making herself his target---James can maybe even start to feel like a safe person for her. (Safer, even, than Guero…)

Anyway, the point is, her eyes looking up at James in this scene as he’s telling her this is her shot… I said this in these tags but man, she really needs to not feel alone in this moment. She needs to know he’s sharing in this darkness. She’s relying on him leading her into the cave because she doesn’t want to go into it alone. God it’s sad.

But she won’t look away from it and, as I wrote in my episode 1x09 recap, this is what I really love about her. She’s emotionally so brave. Refuses to just bury her shame. She doesn’t look away from her decisions, now or ever.

Camila’s little stand-off with Epifanio is an entertaining moment. I enjoyed their banter more in season 1 but him watching her sashay away here is pretty great. Camila and Epifanio are like the anti-Jeresa. Everything Teresa and James are not: petty, resentful, combative, manipulative.

Camila giving Teresa an out, but Teresa refusing to take it. Wow. This is not the Teresa of just a few days ago. Brenda’s death, man. It messed her up. Just like Guero’s death two seasons later and Tony’s death three. Her bitter hardening always comes after the death of someone she really loved.

QOTS writers: Trying to position James’s care for/loyalty towards Teresa as questionable since 2016. Anyway, are we really meant to doubt whether James’s hug in this scene here is genuine, just because Camila sent him to find out what Teresa’s hiding?

We get our first queenpin vision of the season at the end here: Teresa standing at Rios’s memorial and the camera pans up to her reflection in the church window with the queenpin standing right next to her. “A little late for mercy, don’t you think? It had to be done. You did well. Dream with the angels.” And she blows out a candle.

Teresa lays her flowers down and right at that moment she sees James approaching. James doesn’t look at her right away, he’s looking down at the memorial first too. He doesn’t say anything, and then he looks over at her. Meanwhile she hasn’t taken her eyes off him since she saw him. He doesn’t say anything, he just turns away a bit uncomfortably. That’s when she starts talking. “Everything in life has a price. Brenda was my best friend.” She looks up at him, tears in her eyes. He nods and looks away, still uncomfortable. And unfathomably, despite his clear awkwardness, she still keeps going! Teresa TALKING, TO JAMES, ABOUT HER EMOTIONS. IN SEASON TWO EPISODE ONE. It hurts so much, she says, and she starts crying.

I wrote tags for no fewer than ELEVEN gifsets of this hug scene and my mind is still exploding over it. (I’m not even going to link to them because there are too many. Just scroll down on my blog lol.) It’s like what I said above about the moment earlier when they hand Rios over to George: she desperately needs to not feel alone as she turns towards this darkness. Yes, it’s about Brenda, and her grief about Brenda. But she’s standing in front of Rios’s memorial. Rios who is dead (in part) because of her. Look, season 1 Teresa was essentially a feral cat (I said that in some tag somewhere but can’t find it now). Touch her and she’d hiss at you. Maybe even bite and scratch. Definitely run away and hide. Season 1 Teresa was not about to accept a hug from James, and certainly she wasn’t about to be opening up to him emotionally in the first place. That is some amazing growth.

What’s crazy about it is that in order for her to self-actualize, and become a person who can trust and let people in and be emotionally vulnerable, she has to actually go down this darker path. This darker path is the only one that leaves her vulnerable enough to need company, exposed enough to need help. It’s the paradox for her because it also causes her to lose bits of herself over time. But that’s the work for her: not just in this season but in the entire series. How to choose both her heart and survival. She needs to mature into someone who can accept and return love and loyalty in a deep, healthy way, and only this darker path will ultimately demand that growth from her. AM I WRONG???

Because like. James by the time he hugs her here, there is no surprise. The fact that he feels awkward, and uncomfortable, and like a deer in headlights, is no surprise. Of course he does. He just figured out he’s more or less in love with her like, a few days ago. And at the same time, his boss is practically shoving him in Teresa’s arms. So like, you know, it’s just business, right? Aszejkgkrdjgkdjfgkldf no. It’s not just business. And that is written ALL over his face in this scene. Shocking no one ever except for the three fans who watched this whole show entirely wrong and actually believed James was capable of being the ultimate traitor in the end, James is already here in 2x01 a complete simp (I say this completely lovingly) for Teresa.

Wait, the episode doesn’t end with this hug? THERE’S A SCENE AFTER THIS? And it’s THIS scene???? Batman’s departure: one of the show’s most gruesome moments, and one of the few (maybe the only?) times I actually find myself feeling a little bit of empathy for Epifanio and the nauseating position he finds himself in.

And that’s a wrap.

#queen of the south #qots #qots s2 #2x01 #2021 rewatch #txt post #qots reaction post #qots meta #I really need to know how that hug ended #like how did they extricate themselves from it #who moved first #and what did they say lol #QUESTIONS

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implications | knj

❥pairing: Namjoon x Reader (f) ❥genre: fluff, slice of life (pg) ❥word count: 2.3k ❥summary: The adventurer life isn’t for you. You like your routines and you stick to them, but a small mess-up finally forces you beyond your desired level of social interaction as you rely on a stranger. A stranger whose actions and words imply things you wish to explore. ❥warnings: none ❥a/n: this was just a quick little thing I wrote a few days ago before I got started on another smut fic which should come out in about a week 😋 ^^ I did a quick proofread so sorry for any mistakes 😣

A silence that sounds with turning pages, graphite scraping against thick paper and the ever present hums that arise from thought. Your ears anticipate it even before you're there. It’s, for the most part, the same soundscape you’ve grown accustomed to since you started visiting the art atelier. Well, the building technically has multiple ateliers, whatever your artistic interest, for a reasonable fee each month, you can visit the space and use their resources. Each floor focuses on certain subject areas, people are allowed to move around and work wherever they want. Like a Google workspace except for the arts.

You usually stick to the 4th floor, where most of the graphics tools are. The elevator dings, you step away from the metallic box and towards the senior part-time receptionist, Diane, who gives unsolicited artistic advice under the guise that old age equates to prowess in art criticism. The advice isn’t half as bad as you expected still, you rarely take it. You place your folder on the desk giving her a smile, teeth barely visible, it’s the best iteration of ‘a lady should always smile when talking to others’ smile you can muster with your lips chapped from the borderline glacial air you had to walk through this afternoon.

“Well, hello young lady! You haven’t visited the establishment in a while. Mateo has been asking about you actually.”

Mateo is the head of the graphic art department who you might or might not like, there’s still a few weeks left for you to decide. Your roommate, Jovian, had given you the ultimatum, “You have until you finish whatever creature you’re trying to collage together this time around,” she had said waving her half painted stiletto nail around before diverting her attention to another girl who also seemed to be having a hard time choosing as her family and in laws attempted to decide for her. On one thing you were sure, you would have said no to the dress she had on.

“There we have it! That’s a much better smile that one you gave before. It’s always best to show some teeth,” Diane says, her two row of teeth (some of which look awfully fake) in full display.

“I’ll sure think about it next time Diane. I’m just here to check in right now,” you sigh, removing your decaying gloves which have lost their purpose, your fingers are about as stale as Diane’s as you fish around for your membership card in your wallet.

“The time please darling.”

“3pm to 8pm,” you say blowing warm air into your palms.

It takes a few minutes for her to find your name in the system. “Oh sweetheart, it seems someone else already took your spot.”

“Exactly how did they take my spot?”

“Hmmm,” Diane’s eyes lift upwards as she tries to find an answer in the air, “to be quite frank with you I do not know.” She sounds shocked that she doesn’t know something.

“Uh, excuse me?” Someone questions from behind you. You both turn towards the voice coming from a golden haired man sporting what is most likely the best variant of the fully toothed lady smile Diane advocates for. To make matters even better it’s shaped like a heart. “I believe that I was the one who took the spot.” he giggles nervously as if caught red-handed before sliding his own card onto the desk.

You assume he’s here to work with graphics for some sort of fashion related purpose, in fact he sort of looks like the graphics plastered around the building: colourful, bold, warm but still a bit overwhelming.

“You’re indeed the one who booked the slot first, young man.”

“I believe that this is what the trainer for my position was referring to as a glitch in the system.” Diane says with an air of pride.

“Hm, sorry about that,” The human embodiment of a colour wheel says with an apologetic pout.

“Oh, don’t worry I’m sure I can find another place, it isn’t your fault,” you wave your hand around giving him your second or third genuine smile of the day. He mumbles a shy ‘okay’ before heading right, away from you.

“Can you see if there’s any place on the other floors?” You reluctantly ask, after all you had never gone to other floors unless it was to buy snacks because the queues on the 4th floor were too long or to find unoccupied bathrooms.

Diane finds you an opening for the floor above. You thank her and move back to catch the elevator doors right before they close, swiftly slipping in towards a surprised figure, a big figure. You mumble a quick apology after bumping into him. When you turn your head to look at him he gives you what you assume to be his own equivalent of the barely noticeable smile you gave Diane a few minutes ago.

The ride takes a few seconds. You rush out the second the opening of the doors is big enough for you slip past if you just take a deep breath in. Another second goes by where you feel disoriented. The floor layout is not that different from the one beneath but the place looks far more cramped than what you expected. Don’t writers like to be alone? In their own space?

You watch as Mr. Big gives yet another one of his glances, you haven’t figured out how to describe them yet, you don’t know if you’re being judged or just being perceived or whatever it is that writers do.

He goes to the right, so you take the other way. You peruse the space for a place you could sit down to work on your project. Somehow, the writers with their notebooks and laptops seem stingy about letting you settle down despite how packed the floor already is.

For every glance you take at a potential working spot you receive three glances and these ones you know to be of the judgy kind. You walk and walk only to end up on square one. Just to make sure, you do another round and another one as if you were in a full parking lot waiting for one of the cars to magically pull out for you to get a place. By your third tentative walk, the one where you put the most effort to seem approachable and nice, someone takes pity on you.

It seems it’s not only his stature that is big but so is his heart.

“Oh god, thank you!” You sigh, sliding into Mr. Big’s little corner which faces backwards from the café.

“It was starting to look... sad.” He gives you a brief look before focusing back on his laptop screen.

“It wouldn’t have been, if you writers were more welcoming,” you scoff, shrugging off your jacket, the rustling brings your actions to his focus.

A delicate slender hand pushes against his glasses as he leans back, “You’re quite the daredevil, huh?”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know, slipping past closing elevator doors and sitting down to probably do something noisy with a lot of... “ He takes a look at your stash of materials, “things while surrounded by silence seeking writers. Those things make me say that.”

“That’s a very boring view on action. Also the concept of this building is literally to allow anyone to work anywhere.”

“Sure, you’re right but just because that’s their goal doesn’t mean it turns out that way. This place is no different from high school, certain spaces have been sort of ‘claimed’.”

“And you expect me to act like a good teenage girl and not start trouble?”

“Your words, not mine.”

“Aren’t you a writer? You should know certain words can imply certain things,” you say matter of factly and receive a disjointed but delightful laugh as his hand fists to cover his wide smile.

“Anything else you know about writers that you would like to share?”

“You might end up making a character out of me, or a scene out of my situation.” You’re playing on stereotypes but for all you know they could be true. You lay out your material on the table forcing him to scoot a bit. He doesn’t protest and you appreciate that, so you give me a genuine tight lipped ‘thank you’ smile.

“So what are you doing?” He asks, lowering his computer screen a bit.

“A collage.”

“Of what?”

“I don’t really know yet. I’m just figuring it out as I go.” You stare at the big pile of magazines, newspapers and flyers you managed to collect over the past month. Something has to come out of it. “What about you?”

“Pretty similar actually, I just came here to write, figuring it out as I go you know.” He picks up a piece of paper nearest to him, a green flyer. “Do you even know what it says?” He holds it up to you. The text is in Arabic.

“No, I don’t.”

“Wouldn’t you want to know? I mean the work will be tied to you.” He questions.

“It doesn't matter, it’s not like anyone will see this,” you mumble, snatching the flyer from him.

“Someone should, I don’t know much about collages, actually I know nothing, but I like what I see so far.”

“What exactly do you see?” You probe.

“Ummm… uhhhh… it’s– there’s branches and,” he leans over to get a better look and hesitates “tentacles? Okay, so maybe I don’t know what it is, but I still stand by it. It’s nice to look at.”

“Would you give it as a gift to someone?” You probe even further.

“You know what, I’m just trying to tell you I like it. Like I would totally buy it! So yes, I would give it to someone, myself!” He has an overly cheery voice that encourages more glances your way. The more you look, the more you start thinking they’re watching you and not judging.

“How much?”

He gives you an incredulous expression, he seems both intrigued and confused with behaviour.

You snort a short laugh, “I’m just messing with you. But don’t get me wrong if you do want to buy it then I’m definitely taking offers.”

At that he retreats back into himself and his silence to focus on the blank document page. You shrug it away, you knew his words were too good to be true.

The two of you work in relative silence, your ripping and cutting does add a bit of a soundtrack for the period of time. After an hour or so of working, you move to buy a cinnamon bun, and while you’re at it you buy a second one. You did feel a bit apologetic for disturbing his workspace, you of all people should know.

You place his plate beside him but he’s too engrossed into his writing to provide any response. He does finally whisper a shy ‘thanks’ once he lifts his gaze from the screen. You answer with a nonchalant but truthful ‘no biggie’.

The hours bleed into themselves and soon enough your allocated time is about to run out. You’re quite used to that routine,packing up your material well in time to leave. However, the man in front of you doesn’t seem to have a good grasp of time. Last minute, he hurries to assemble his belongings, swiftly turning around to check that he hasn’t left anything behind, almost knocking down the plate that you manage to catch.

Your elevator ride to the bottom floor is as silent as the one you had earlier. You walk with synchronised strides somehow following the same way after you leave the building. You’re sure one of you is following the other, but as long as you’re concerned you’re taking the way back home. You walk in silence for a few more minutes before you think of asking him where he lives, just to make sure but he beats you to speaking.

“So uhhh, would–” he starts off in a high pitched voice which he masks with a cough, “I meant, would you like to grab a coffee?”

“At 8pm?” Your eyebrows shoot up.

“Or a drink?” He suggests.

“What does coffee or a drink mean?”

“I thought you were good at getting the implications of certain words.” He smirks, which seems out of character, but then again you don’t know him. You’re just curious about something first.

“What did you end up writing?”

“A short story about an avid museum visitor that discovers a collage at an exhibition that has him intrigued.” He chuckles knowing very well it just proves your point. And you smile satisfied to have finally figured out what that particular glance of his meant. He was just taking you in.

“It’s Y/N by the way,” you would have reached out your hand towards him but they’re cold so you compensate with a warm smile Diane would approve of. “And I wouldn’t mind a drink right now.”

“I’m Namjoon and I’m very happy you said that” He punctuates his excitement with a dimple. The same one you would come to grow enamoured with, so much you would make a collage piece out of all the pictures you’ve taken where it is present. In return, he would, just as he did today, unconsciously and deliberately write your works into his stories, and welcome you into his space.

“By the way, when you let me sit with you in your space, were you claiming me then?” You ask out of curiosity and urge to mess with him.

“I– I don’t know what you’re implying. But if you mean me taking pity on you then yes.” You scoff a bit too loud at his response. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to whatever it is you have in mind,” He says, looking down at your quizzical expression with warm eyes and a restrained laugh as he walks closer to you. It seems you’re not the only one who’s good with implications.

thank you for reading my fic, i hope you enjoyed it 🥺 any feedback or comment is welcomed !!

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timeandspacenovelist · 3 years

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Dinner at Criri XEE8

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Feeling guilty for the events of Into the Dalek, the Doctor decides to take Clara out for dinner. It doesn't go quite as planned....

Notes : This was an idea I had in mind to do for a good few months and I'm especially happy to see it finally come to fruition.

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“See you tomorrow!” was what Clara told the teacher passing her on her way out of the classroom.

Another day, another attempt to get the children to learn. Today wasn’t so bad though, actually. She actually had a bit of fun. The students were attentive. Courtney wasn’t that annoying, and she finished her lesson ahead of time. It was pretty nice. She breezed past a few students as she made her way to her favorite spot after school, at least on Wednesdays. But before she reached there, she remembered she promised Danny she’d sort out something for a field trip. No problem, she’d just meet the Doctor and tell him she’ll be back in a minute. She opened the door to the supply cupboard and, just like the week before, met the Doctor standing right in front of her, looking… a bit nervous if she was honest.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Ready to go?” the Doctor asked, shuffling awkwardly.

“In a minute. I just need to sort out something with Danny first.”

“Who’s that?”

“Co worker. You don’t know him… yet.”

Sounds boring. I need you now. Come on, come on, come on.”

“Alright. Alright. What’s gotten into you? Whatever you have planned for us, can wait. I just need to-“

“I’m taking you out for dinner!”

A sly smile appeared on Clara’s face. “Oh... Oh, this I have to hear.”

“Well, come inside then.”

The Doctor quickly moved inside, with Clara following closely behind. The Tardis was set into flight and he stood at the console, hands in his pockets. Clara, meanwhile, sat on a chair, arms folded, hoping that whatever this was, was worth it.

“The restaurant is kinda fancy so it’s better if you dress more appropriately.” He advised her.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not going anywhere until I get an explanation for the sudden desire for taking me out for dinner. Explanation now please.”

“You maybe want to do your hair as well. It’s been looking kinda weird lately.”

“Doctor? Explanation.”

“Fine. I... I know I messed up with the Dalek stuff last week. I should have been more mindful of you. I don’t think I deserved the slap but-“

“I beg to differ.”

“But.... I deserved the telling off.”

“You got there in the end though, which was good.” Clara told him with a smile.

“So....in order to make up for that, I felt that we could maybe head out for dinner at a restaurant.“

“And what is this restaurant you’re so keen to take me to?”

“Well...it’s not particularly a restaurant in itself. More a restaurant planet. Criri XEE8, the best of its kind in the entire universe, at least that I know of.”

“Hmmm... that sounds awfully like you want to take me out on a date....” Clara teased, with a smirk.

“No, no! This is not a date!”

“Haha! What is it then?”

“It’s.... an outing to a restaurant to make up for the mistake I made last week.”

“So you’re trying to make me feel better about last week...by taking me on a date?....”

“I told you it’s not a date...” he said, a red hue appearing on his cheeks, which only promptly made Clara giggle when seeing it.

“Some things never change. The Doctor and his snog box taking girls to fancy restaurants after he nearly gets them trapped inside a Dalek.”

“It is not a snog box! Look, do you want to come on not?”

“What happens if I say no?”

“Then I..I... we’ll go to a Nando's instead.”

“Hmm, I do like a good Nando's chicken though...”

“Clara.."

“Fine. We’ll go to your restaurant planet. You best give me a good time there after what happened with the Dalek.”

“I had no intention to do anything less.”

Clara gave him one more sly smile before heading inside the Tardis halls to head to her room to change. The Doctor went to the Tardis’ scanner screen and just cleaned up his suit a bit (He wasn’t going to change; he looked perfect already in his mind.) He sighed as he finished, pondering Clara’s assertions earlier.

“Hmmm... that sounds awfully like you want to take me out on a date....”

Was it a date? He was taking her out to dinner. In all his lives, that usually involved taking the person out on a date. But he was sure he didn’t want to take her on a date. It was just a nice outing between friends, right? Right? But what if he wanted it to be a date?…. No. It can’t be that. He made a promise. He made a vow to himself and to Clara, and he was going to stick to it.

“Clara, I’m not your boyfriend.”

As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t be…. that for her. Not anymore, not how he is now. Maybe one day? Maybe when the next change comes. Hopefully, she’d still be there by that point. Maybe then he can be the man she deserves…

His thoughts were interrupted by Clara’s voice as she came out of the halls, attired for the location they were going to. She appeared in a stunningly beautiful dress, her makeup light but on point and her hair done up nicely. She even had a shawl to complete the look.

“Right. I thought this was a good choice, but I’m due for some second opinions on it. The Tardis wasn’t much help in that department. So, how do I look?”

The Doctor wanted to use several adjectives that he used for only the most attractive things he knew. But he bit his tongue, and remembered his promise and vow, as much as hurt.

“Fine.”

“That’s the best I’m gonna get, so I’ll take it. Come on, let’s go.”

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The Doctor offered his arm to join and Clara did so, and with a smile (and a tiny blush), the two left the Tardis and made their way towards the restaurant. The restaurant wasn't that much different from any ones on Earth, but it was when they got inside, did Clara realize its alien nature. The patrons and the staff were a mixture of several different species and shapes and sizes and colours. They met up with the waiter at the front, a blue skinned alien himself.

“Good evening. How may I help you?”

“Ah, hello. Good evening. I made a reservation, under the name, John Smith.” The Doctor said, as Clara rolled his eyes with a smile at him using his human name.

“Let me check... Ah, here we are. John Smith, party of two.”

“That’s us.” Clara said, excitedly, ready for the dinner.

“Right this way, please.” The waiter told them, as he took them to their seats, a nice window table at the further end of the restaurant, away from a lot of the crowds, much to Clara’s surprise.

“Wow, these seats are great. How did you get them?”

“Benefit of time travel. I went back in time and made the reservation months ago.”

“Well, I must say, it was worth it.”

“So you like it?” he asked, as his eyes widened in hope.

“Oh yeah. This place is pretty swanky and cool. I’ve been in places like this before, but you know, it usually wasn’t full of aliens.”

“I just wanted to do something nice, like I said, to make up for what happened last week.”

“Honestly, I forgave you for that almost instantly. I just was a bit angry at that moment, and a bit worried.”

“…. Why worried?” the Doctor’s eyes narrowed onto Clara’s, as his head tilted.

“Sigh.. I just... wasn’t sure if you’d be able to get us out of that situation. That’s all.”

“It’s not like we’ve not encountered worse before.”

“I know... but... I’m just a bit wary, you know? After what happened with that half face man.”

The Doctor’s countenance dropped as Clara reminded him of that, the blood slightly drawing away from his face. If she was honest, that moment kept Clara awake that whole week. Constantly worrying, wondering if that moment was a sign of things to come. What if it wasn’t just a plan next time? What if he really did leave her in danger to save himself? She didn’t know what he was capable of in this regeneration. Deep down in her gut, she felt, or hoped, that he was still the same bowtie lover he always was and that he’d always be there for her. But she… couldn’t rely on her gut now. Not with how he was these days.

“Oh.... I...” was all he could muster, knowing he had no argument against it.

“Look. I know that you did what you had to do, and you did save me. But I just wished you had just told me what the plan was. I was so scared. So terrified that you’d never come back for me.”

Not knowing what else to really do, the Doctor put her hand on Clara’s. It wasn’t instant or immediate; he eased it onto her. He knew that they weren’t at the level they used to be, but he could still comfort and be there for her, in whatever way he could.

“… I can’t apologize enough for that. I just... might have expected that you’d just know, know that I was coming back… I thou-”

“Well, you thought wrong. We’re not at that level right now, ok?” she said, slightly angered as her voice rose.

There was a brief silence between them. She sighed. She was a bit rude there, and she knew it. She took his hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

“Sorry. Just… don’t do it again, please. From now on, we tell each other everything when we’re on our travels. That way, we can keep tabs on each other and not have the other worrying.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, with a faux salute and a smile.

“Hopefully you listen to your teacher for once, haha. The Tardis showed me your grades.“

The Doctor silently swore under his breath, vowing to give the ship a good talking to, while Clara continued laughing, the two of them settling in. The two sat in silence again briefly, just enjoying the atmosphere, before the waiter from before brought them their menus.

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“I suppose you can give me some advice on what to order. You’re the one with the diverse palette.” She said, confused at the meals on the menu.

“I mean there should be human food available too if you like.”

“Nope. You were kind enough to bring me here, so I will try something different. Something new.” She said, with a longing glance at him that went unseen.

“Right then. Ummm, for a starter we can try Pasteurized Gurlites sparkles. Not too heavy, and tastes really nice. Don’t let the sparkles name confuse you, they’re not that sweet.”

“Uh-huh. Main course then?” she said, eyes still perusing the menu.

“Well, there’s the Steamed Volcers lattuces. River and I had them once, and they were delicious. That’s a good choice.”

“Yep. Dessert then?”

“I mean, can’t go wrong with ice cream.”

“Right....”

“Found anything else you’d like to try instead?”

“That’s the thing. Outside of ice cream, I’ve not seen any of the dishes you mentioned.”

“What?! Let me see.” The Doctor said, taking the menu from her, “That’s... strange. You’re right.”

“I usually am...”

“The waiter must have given you the wrong menu. Let me get you a different one. “

“No, no. I’ll do it.” She told him as she called the waiter over to their table.

“Yes, Ms?”

“I’m afraid you may have brought me the wrong menu. If you’d be so kindly as to just change it, please.” She informed him with a smile.

The Doctor handed over the menu to the waiter who took it and went to walk away, but as he took a brief look at it, he returned to the table, which slightly perplexed the Doctor and Clara.

“No, this is the right menu, Ms.“

“No, it’s not. It’s not got any of the foods on his menu, bar a few exceptions.”

“Well, yes, because it’s a children’s menu.”

The Doctor snickered upon hearing that, knowing exactly why the waiter may have given her that menu, but Clara gave him a mean look which got him to quiet down. He wasn’t wanting another slap in consecutive weeks. She began to breathe in and out deeply, getting angry, but calmed herself down. It was just a mistake; she had to remind herself. That’s all it was.

“Ok...so you made a mistake. No big deal. We all do. It happens. Now, take it back and get me a different menu. I am not a child, so I would need the adult menu.”

“Oh....” the waiter said, his eyes widening.

“Oh.... what?”

“It’s just that on my planet, only children are as short or shorter than you. Ms.”

After already having her nightmares of being left by the Doctor dredged up and that fear and worry returning to the surface, needless to say, Clara did not take that well.

“How dare you? How dare you? My friend and I, out of the goodness of our hearts, decide to give this restaurant a chance. Out of all the ones we’ve could have gone to. We chose this one, and this is how you treat me.”

“Well, Ms-“

“You decided without any kind of interest or care in anything that you’d make an assumption, a guess about me, purely because of my height. Not even because of customs on my planet, but because of prejudices based on your own.”

“But Ms...”

“What?!”

“... You are still short.”

The Doctor’s involuntary wince upon hearing the waiter’s last statement showed he knew what was coming next. Now the entire restaurant’s eyes were on Clara and the waiter, having gotten their attention a few minutes ago. Clara smiled strangely and giggled. The Waiter smiled back, thinking that the worst was over, but boy, was he wrong.

Clara simply rose out of her chair, took a deep breath and.... jumped onto him, grabbing his lapels, and forcing him to the ground. Before she could do any further damage, the Doctor pulled her away.

By that point, the head of staff arrived on the scene. He surveyed the situation quickly and without hesitation threw out the Doctor and Clara. The two found themselves back in the Tardis, with their stomachs grumbling, kicked out of the restaurant, and hopefully without an assault charge in Clara’s name. When they arrived inside, Clara simply sat down, put her hands on face and sulked, sighing. _____________________________________________________________

“I messed up, big time.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I should have acted much better.”

“You should have.”

“I’m really sorry.. For ruining your perfect night.” She said, putting her head down in shame.

The Doctor walked over to her, and in a rare show of confidence, put his arm around her in a small hug, before releasing it immediately. “It’s alright. I forgive you. Besides...I’m kinda glad you did that.”

“What....? Seriously?”

“Yeah! Honestly, that place really wasn’t my style. Too fancy. I only did it because I thought it would make you happy.”

“Thanks. That was really sweet of you. But surely, you weren’t happy with my little... uproar.” Clara said, unconsciously leaning into the Doctor’s shoulder, which he didn’t seem to take notice of.

“On the contrary, I loved it. It’s only through instinct that I pulled you off.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m serious. I wanted to see you deck him honestly. Only I get to make assumptions about your height.” He said with a big grin.

“Watch out, or you might get a right hook yourself.” Clara said, pretending to box as the two had a good laugh at the experience overall. Nevertheless, it did leave one question unanswered.

“So, what now, then? We can’t go back there, obviously.”

“True. I’m also still a bit hungry myself. Nandos?”

“Ha-ha. Nah. Not this time at least.... Actually, I may have an idea.”

Turned out, Clara’s idea was a lot more palatable to them than going to any restaurant. The two of them sat on the edge of the Tardis as they watched the night sky, The Doctor’s shirt was undone and his jacket off, while Clara’s heels were strewn aside and her shawl with it, as she let her hair back out. Their five star meal was a plate of jammie dodgers in between them.

“Hey, there’s a shooting star. Did you make a wish?” the Doctor said, pointing it out as it crossed the sky.

“I thought that’s something you didn't believe in?”

“Well, scientifically, there’s no way to prove that wishing on a shooting star grants wishes. There’s no real power that I know of that....” he said before stopping himself, as Clara gave him a knowing look, “Actually, yes, it grants wishes.”

“There you go.”

The two went for another jammie dodger, but their hands touched as they both reached for it, both blushing at the unexpectedness of it. Clara then moved over to lean on the Doctor’s shoulder. Not expecting it this time, he stiffened a bit, but eased into it after a few seconds.

“To answer your question, yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I did make a wish.”

“And?”

Clara could only smile warmly, as she looked up at him, his attention diverted because of the sky.

“It’s already come true...”.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #405

“today i went to therapy, told him the embarrassing issues that i’m having with my life / he told me that i need to change; life is not a video game, so stop playing & open up your eyes”

What was your favourite sweet as a child? Things like Baby Bottle Pops, Ring Pops, Airheads, etc. Do you like to wear socks to bed? NOOOOOOO. I don't wear socks unless I have to. What’s your favourite berry? Strawberries. If you have a job, how long is your shift? I don't. Do you like sunflowers? Well yeah. Are you counting down for anything? No. Are you watching TV? What’s on? No. Do you have make-up on? No. I haven't worn makeup since last October. Are you any good with kids? People have told me I am, but I beg to differ. What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? We're both cisgender women, we physically couldn't. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time? It'd be nice honestly, but I kinda doubt I will be. What is your favorite card game? Magic: The Gathering. What is the weirdest thing you’ve done in public? Ha, probably the times I've gotten down on the ground beside the road to photograph roadkill... More than once has someone stopped and asked if I was okay, haha. Favorite sleeping position? Twisted half on my side and stomach with my legs just sorta splayed out. What is your dad’s name? Ken. Have you ever been on a diet? Multiple times. Do you own any jersey shirts? No. Are you proud to be of the nationality you are? There are two moods I have on this: I'm either neutral or embarrassed. Can you remember what you last clapped for? Omg the woman who facilitates my TMS treatment was telling Mom and me about this one time a tiny snake got in the lobby and I did a lil squeal and clapped a bit because I was just excited to hear about a little snake, haha. What is the geekiest part of your music collection? *shrug* Maybe game soundtrack music. What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night? Well, not really the fridge, but w/e. I'll usually get a granola bar or something of the sort. What is the little physical habit that gives away you're insecure moment? Kneading/wringing my hands together is a dead giveaway. Do you have too many love interests? No. How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year? If you want honesty... probably no amount would lmao. I rely way too heavily on the Internet for so many things. Do you talk a lot? It depends on my mood and who I'm around. Do transient, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? What a fucking awful question. They don't annoy me. It can be awkward driving past them, but they're in no way annoying. Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? I definitely try to be. What is your ideal marriage location? Either a gothic-looking mansion or something of the sort or a wooded area in the fall. Do you tell your friends about your sex life? I don't have one to talk about. Would you ever admit to having done plastic surgery of any kind if confronted? Yeah? No shame. What kind of watch(es) do you wear? I don't wear watches. What do you cook the best? My family likes my scrambled cheesy eggs... basic as that is, haha. When my sisters would go to Taco Bell all the time and save the hot sauces for later use, I would use some packets in the eggs I cooked. Honestly amazing. What's one car you will never buy? "Anything that is two door, or low to the ground." <<<< This right here. On the other end of the spectrum, I also won't ever buy a car that's high up. I need a good medium so I can actually get in with ease. What's one thing you're a sore loser at? Hm, I dunno. What kind of first impression do you think you give to people? "Wow, she's awkward." What's one thing you like to do alone? Draw. When's the last time you cried? Not long ago at all because I was just so exasperated over my weight gain. Do you think you're cute? God no. Do you have problems changing clothes in front of friends? I don't change in front of anyone if I can avoid it. Did you like kissing the last person you kissed or the one before that more? The last person. I gotta say I was not a fan of kissing Girt because for whatever reason his lips were ALWAYS wetter than lips naturally should be and I just didn't dig it, man. That and every kiss with him was awkward. Whose bed other than yours did you last lay on? My mom's. What turns you off immediately? Acting sexist, to name one. Which city do you particularly enjoy visiting and for what reasons? I don't like going into cities. Do you often take pictures with the camera on your phone? No. I don't like the camera on my phone. In the past year, have you lost weight or gained weight? How much? Gained. You don't need to know. What year was the last car you rode in/drove? I have zero clue. What’s your worst/funniest experience with one of your neighbors? "Worst" and "funniest" are very different... but I can tell you the worst easily. At my childhood home, our next-door neighbors had a pair of Rottweilers in their back yard within a chain-link fence, and we had a LOT of outdoor cats at the time. (I will emphasize every time I bring it up to NOT keep cats outside.) Somehow the dogs got loose and went on a rampage trying to kill our cats; one young one was killed, while our fearless mother cat, Chance, literally fought them off to defend her new kittens. More were maybe killed, I honestly can't remember. My mom was hysterical and threatened to call animal control if it ever happened again. I was absolutely, utterly heartbroken. The last time you burned your tongue or mouth, what were you eating? Ummm I want to say it was some sort of pasta that I didn't let cool long enough. Honestly, are you shallow? Far from it, honestly. Can/could your parents tell when you were lying? Not always. Besides clothes, shoes, and accessories, what’s your favorite thing to shop for? I love window-shopping at Morph Market, haha. AAAAAAAAAALL those ball python morphs, man... *drools* Does/did your parents ever go through your computer or cell phone? When I was younger, Mom was very intent on figuring out why I was always so secretive about what I did on the computer (mostly RP-related things) that ohhhh yeah, she'd do some digging. The night she finally snapped, demanding I tell her my passwords to everything, and she ultimately found out about me being a forum RPer, was literally almost traumatic to me, I think. I know, that sounds INCREDIBLY overdramatic, but I'm not fucking joking. I was in my room SOBBING on my best friend's shoulder, who was spending the night. I was just so embarrassed, and I *still* am when I share that fact with people I know, even though I have no reason to be. Like I don't do any weird or kinky RP shit, it's just genuine, artistic writing with actual, well thought-out plots, but I still feel like people would think it dumb, childish, and just weird. What song reminds you the most of a particular day in your life? Why is that? "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin. I've talked about it a few times before and really don't feel like doing it again. Do you have any close friends that were adopted? I don't think so. Who, in your opinion, is the best thriller writer? I don't know. Does your mom eat meat? Yeah. Was your dad ever on a sports team? Lots in high school, I believe. Do you prefer thick or thin crusted pizza? Thick, by a long shot. What do you have in your fruit salads? Not a fan of fruit salads. Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair? I've only needed a wheelchair once in my life, and that was just to get inside and maneuver around the doctor's office when I tore a ligament in my foot. So no. What are your favorite word? Serendipity, tranquility, lucid, etc.; pretty, peaceful words like those. Is there a lot of drama in your life? Nope. I don't do enough or have enough people in my life for there to be. What are you listening to? An extended version of "Nightsong" from WoW. Do you hear any animals right now? No. I'm sure I'd hear birds if I didn't have my earplugs in, though. Have you ever played fetch with a dog? Yes. Have you ever pet a stingray? No. Who is the last baby you held? Emerson, my youngest niece. Do you have any scars from an animal? Yeah; I've got looooots from my cat playing too rough. Have you ever seen an Igloo? I don't believe so. Do you like Korn? They're high on my list of faves. Are you more afraid of tornadoes or hurricanes? Absolutely tornadoes. Do you like mushrooms? Ugh, NO. Have you ever been on Omegle? No. So do you have a favorite M&M? Just the regular ones. Have you ever snuck out? No. Do you currently feel like you have pretty stable career goals/a pretty stable life plan? Have you ever felt this way? I don't know, man. I know what I WANT to do, I just don't know if I'm ever going to get there. Or if what I want will be financially supportive enough, now that I'm really losing interest in photographing people. I might just have to if I want to be financially stable with photography, which would be okay, but bleh. I'd much rather just work with nature. If you could buy an android that was was convincingly human and could be tailored to be your perfect partner, would you want one? No. I don't want to build my own partner, nor do I want my romantic partner to be an android. I want life to just introduce me to a person who is uniquely themselves, who have built themselves from their own life experiences, and not just have a perfect spouse tailored to everything I like. If you do not identify as being “straight,” can you remember back to your childhood some things you did that were, in hindsight, possible indicators of your future sexuality? Yes, especially in middle school. I thought women were prettier than probably a straight kid would, and looking back, I definitely found the natural curves of the female figure to be attractive. When you consume media (movies, books, etc.) with a romantic element, what sort of romance scenarios interest you most? Hm. I know I prefer serious ones over silly; like I'm a sucker for Nicholas Sparks' style, if that says anything. If you are female, do you feel connected to other women as a class? What sort of things make you feel a strong sense of sisterhood or female empowerment? This is too big of a question for me to feel like delving into right now, haha. But I can say it more so depends on the individual than the gender when it comes to feeling connection over anything.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''game over'' by falling in reverse

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unseeliekey · 4 years

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do you have any writing tips for ?intermediate? writers (been writing awhile, know basics but still feel like im missing something)? your fics are so so so AMAZING and i look up to you as a writing icon

first of all thank you so much??? that's literally so flattering omg??

also!! I actually have another ask I'm working on about my writing process specifically and i was going to write a bit about how i block out plot there, so I'll just do general advice here!!!!! I actually haven't been in an english class for about 5? years? (dropout club ✌) but i DO study theater and I borrow a lot of character techniques from there!

my first piece of advice is to enjoy what you're doing. my second is to know where you're going with it- I actually make up a lot as i go along and make last minute edits, but I tend to have an idea of the vague theme of the piece- if not when I start writing, at least before I post.

I'm a big fan of foreshadowing and recurring themes!!! idk I just think they're neat!! at the beginning of a story, I usually set out what themes I want to explore, and then pick out some specific imagery that I think fits in with that? (for example- you've got the right was coffee, rooftops, tending wounds, greed; therefore you and me was tv, memory, plants. and that was what I initially mapped out, the way I handled those changed and i added more throughout the stories. kattar shuffle, so far, is: cards, eyes, morality. spoilers.) I think having little bits of imagery that repeat semi-frequently throughout the story can really add to the overall theme and tone? (and they're good filler if you're stuck for descriptions or pacing.)

ummm hm. I try to be conscious of how I'm beginning my sentences? this is baby stuff but I sometimes rephrase things to get a little more variation. I also think repetition can be really useful if applied deliberately! I sort of. try to view my writing as being very like. sort of the characters' internal monologues? which I think helps with the flavor a little!!!

OOOH and. get a good soundtrack!! I curate my writing playlists VERY carefully and I usually end up listening to one/two songs for about an hour while I work on a specific scene, because you gotta have the Tone. you may have noticed from the fact I steal pretty much every title from a song (I'm bad at titles) that I rely on music quite a bit! I steal soundtracks from movies, tiktok, my parents. the music I listen usually makes me feel more confident about me carrying the tone of a scene which makes me feel better about my writing which! maybe makes it better who knows!

um! write poetry for a while! read poetry! im definitely very inspired by confessional poetry- I read a lot of plath when I was younger and now I read things like hes so masc and i thought we'd be famous and! I think poetry is hugely helpful!! good poets (particularly in "modern" or confessional poetry which isnt really constrained too much by traditional rhythm and therefore is a little closer to prose) are really excellent and condensing down a lot of emotions and ideas into a handful of lines. I dont think much has ever hit me as hard as "warm and human, then their pink light / bleeding and peeling".

be overdramatic and pretentious! push at reality. I dont CARE that chloroform cant gas a whole room full of people and that general anesthetics are hard to dose and potentially dangerous!!! i do not care about realistic amounts of alcohol or the timing of music! be wrong with confidence! most people won't mind as long as it doesn't conflict with the world of the story as a whole.

get a solid grasp on your characterization! I watch and read a lot of meta and also a lot of other fanfic, but at the same time I... dont entirely let other people's interpretations define my own? I think it's good to come to your own idea of how a character acts! (this is. for fanfic specifically but also! play with the characterization of your ocs, too! mine have gone through a lot of changes after I've received feedback from other people and adjusted/doubled down on their behaviour.)

I guess uh. the best thing I can say is to really devote yourself to a story! make a playlist. make a pinterest board. imagine amvs and other people's reactions!!! I. spend around four hours writing daily and SIGNIFICANTLY more time thinking about my current brainworms. I fall asleep listening to music and thinking of an amv I would make for kattar shuffle if I were. able to animate or draw consistently. the more you think of it, the more scenes or imagery pop up, and the more little snatches of dialogue and interactions you want occur to you. note these down!! I have a lot of notes that wont be relevant for chapters and chapters but I note them anyway and when I do get to write those scenes it's always so fun.

uh also. I recommend roleplaying. not even for fandoms theres a lot of servers you can join to play with OCs. roleplaying definitely made me a better writer. it's also definitely helped my characterization for fanfic.

anyway!!! that's all I can think of now I'm sorry!!!! tbh I. just vibrate with it really but i think all this stuff is what i find personally helpful!!!!! sorry this is so long!!!!

#chatter #writing #i hope this helps!!! this was really such a sweet message ^^

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FIRST OF ALL congratulations on 100 follows man!! seriously i know getting any sort of traction on tumblr is anything but easy haha and okay this is the first time i’ve done one of these soo sorry in advance if you needed more info

literally couldn’t chose so honestly anyone from mha/jjk/or aot will work (whoever is speaking to you the most!). the number one thing i’d look for in a partner i’d have to say probably someone who can genuinely make me laugh or probably someone who’s able to be communicative with me. my love language is for sure physical touch my dream vacation is basic HAHA i really want to go to australia or ... fuck it if i’m being fancy i’d say italy.

i use she/her pronouns, i’m a libra, i’m an enfj, ummm i’m 5’9, i guesss i have rbf but i’m literally the softest bitch you’ll ever meet, i’d consider myself sort of funny? i’m a kind person, i feel like I could become friends with just about anyone, go to movie snack hella buttery popcorn for sure. my favorite way to relax is literally just laying down on my phone/watching yt or something.

and kinks you say👀 i don’t think i’ve actually admitted this before but oh well (ALSO IF THESE ARE TOO MICH IM SORRY SHKGKJLJHDS)

breeding, *coughcoughincestcoughcough*, um don’t even know if this counts but just cum... yeah, belly bulges, and... i think that’s it 😩

yeah okay i’m done i know this was probably LONG IM SORRY BUT THANK YOU <33

-🧃

tw: breeding kink ;)

thank you, thank you! and don't apologize because this was perfect!

my first thought was immediately kageyama from haikyuu, which is funny because 1. he is not communicative and 2. not from any of the fandoms you asked for lmao.

I pair you with Itadori from JJK!

Itadori is so funny, even when he is not trying, and would do anything to see your laugh! Also, I think that since he's lost so many people in his life he would want to hold you in his arms as much as possible, which would pair really well with your love language!

Headcanons!

I feel like you and Itadori could have been childhood friends that lost contact and then found each other later in life. He was amazed at how tall you'd gotten and how much you had grown since high school (both in looks and as a person) and asked you out to dinner to catch up. One thing led to another and you started dating!

I would love to see Itadori go to Australia tho. He would probably try to fight a kangaroo so make sure you record it so you can send it to gojo!😂

The two of you would accumulate so many friends and good people to rely on. Every month or two depending on schedules you would have some sort of get together with all of your friends, sometimes it would be movie nights, or dinner nights, or even just a chill day where everyone comes over and naps. Those days are everyone's favorite because they get to share in the love you and Itadori exude.

I feel like loving him is sometimes chaotic, but he always makes up for it by giving you all the soft kisses and warm touches that you want.

Also yes Itadori has a breeding kink and no one can change my mind

Aaaaa can you tell i have a soft spot for him?

matchup event (open)

#🌼.100 match up event #anon.🧃

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flameontheotherside · 3 years

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I looked happy....

I have thick glasses don't I?

Lol my script is -4 😆 and I'm still blind.

Anyway this Pic is from 2008

The guy with me was my best friend. I knew he liked me but I had a long distance bf in California (Brendan) and I became sort of interested in JP's friend (also a "weird guy" who visited us so I met him) in Arizona. So JP had like -0 chance with me. But I confided in him about looking for someone outside of Florida.

I seemed happy but I started drinking a lot. Since he was over 21, JP would buy the alcohol and we'd drink in a parking lot of his car outside of our favorite bar. The bar hosted karaoke every week and you could go in @ 18 y/o but couldn't drink. Sometimes they served me beer anyway.

I felt defeated and couldn't understand why. Jp is still alive btw but we've grown apart since I no longer lived within a reasonable distance to be able to hang out like we used to.

Looking at my old photos makes me sad...

When I see them I remember my frustration and feeling unable to articulate what I was feeling. I was slowly breaking down and I finally snapped shortly after Erik died and when I began to feel him. I smoked so much weed I gained weight. I was also put on heavy doses of antidepressants. Hardly cried, never really talked about anything. When I did cry, things were so bad I tried to kill myself several times. 2012 was a shit show.

I think what if Erik didn't die or if I found him. Would anything change?

I think I would have been worse off. The closest to Erik was Brendan (in California). I stayed up all night to talk to him when he cried. I cried with him. I cried FOR him. I loved him inspite of all the things he went through and the suffering he had. I won't list the issues because it's private but the point is that if it had been Erik and I found out that he killed himself, I'd be pretty much obliterated. Ummm...Its still hard to write about because this is one of those things that makes me emotional.

I delt with a two-year stint of drug addiction.

This was about a year after Erik's death. The only way I could escape from feeling dead inside and feeling that part of me was missing and yet feeling Erik with me, I had to get away from it. I said before that being medicated actually allows me to be more intuitive as my intuitiveness relies of concentration. When my mind is clear I can sense things. But with a drug addiction and alcohol, it's nearly impossible to operate that way. It offered a 15 - 45 minute escape from my intuition. It's what my life became about. I grew up intuitive and I felt it did nothing but make me miserable.

I finally decided that stopping medication in 2012 was the answer. No matter what drugs I was prescribed (been on about 20), as long as it helped with my concentration, I was able to sense and feel things intuitively. Anyway, I didn't have to keep fucking myself up, just not taking my meds and living in a fog was better. I couldn't think straight most of the time and I was unable to socialize without incriminating myself. The only way Erik could reach me back then was in dreams. The dreams got so frequent and vivid that I decided to get back on meds again hoping that maybe I'm just crazy.

😘💕 Good night loves!

#2008 #channelingerik #channeling #twin flames #twinflame #mediums #twinflames #psychic #psychics #channeling erik #erik medhus #my life

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and-the-world-is-quiet-here · 4 years

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Live 2020 debate commentary from a salty, disabled, and VERY pissed gen Z

Yall he just said he’s immune

My dad just left the room

Bitch are u saying Johnson and Johnson is going to make the vaccine?

sir that’s the diaper company…..smh

Biden just said its going to be a dark winter

#winter is coming

“virus.....that came from china” -trump 2020

“were learning to live with it”-trump 2020

apparently “Biden lives in his basement”-your president 2020

totally accurate.....obviously

ohhhh biden just said were learning to die with it

trump interrupted biden

Mam I thought you said you were muting them?

biden laugh count at 3

he all about the once percent till its the dead ones

trump interrupting at 3...nvm its now 4

this debate is making my dog sad

interrupting now at 5 for trump

trump saying his young sons illness just “went away”

bitch he’s may age and no it did not just “go away”

he was in quarantine for two weeks

apparently nyc is a ghost town

its not a ghost town trump I live right next to it

loudest neighbors ever

trump don’t call him Anthony

his name is DOCTOR Fauci

treat him with the respect he deserves

Biden looks so sad

nvm he legit looks like the joker right now

HALFWAY MARKKK

why is this at 9?

sir its a school night

I need time to scroll through my feed for hours before collapsing

Biden don’t use the word sovereignty

trump doesn't know what it means

thats discrimination against trumps

ohhh hes attacking hunter (biden) again

so he has a wee drug problem?

at this point everyone got one!

your the one making lewd comments about your infant daughter on national tv

(look it up he talks about his 6 month old daughters legs but and breasts)

get him big b!!

h876689908776- my dog 2020

he wants to express his disappointment

the light boxs is stealing his mother attention

ohh hes being rude to the moderator again

u a strong independent Indian woman get him girll!

mute his mike

prty plz

I am dissapionted in you

he’s saying he’s not allowed to release his taxs

(that is a proven lie)

“i was put through a phony witch hunt”- you'll never guess 2020

hes going after his BROTHER now

how is this allowed?

who decided trumps strategy would be to accuse his opponent of his own crimes?

look at the insults guys its a crystal ball

stay ahead of the scandal's

WILL YOU LEAVE HIS SON ALONE PLEASE

THESE ARE HIS CHILDREN LEAVE THEM ALONE

“i was a business man doing business”-trump 2020

no sir you were another rich white guy taking advantage of tax brakes and cheap foreign labor in asia

#american jobs as long as i don’t have to pay minimum wage

#you know like a DECENT FUCKING PERSON

Trump interrupted again

I lost count a while ago

Biden is staring into my soul

oh Biden just played the middle class childhood card

I haven't heard a single mute so far?

trump just said his bromance with kim jung un saved america from nuclear war

dont through my boy Obama under the bus

and another interruption

my big bro just screamed “MUTE BUTTON MUTE BUTTON MUTE BUTTON”

honestly same

10 more min guys

hang in there

OHHH trump just got MUTEDDDDDD

Biden is now on legitimate policy

ahhh hes proud of his plan

annd trump just interrupted

trump just kissed up to the moderator

trump just said biden’s more liberal than bernie

ohhh

biden just said trump dosent know who hes running against

hes like “this is joe biden”

like I know bro but slick burn anyway

ohhh they muted trump again!!!!

perfect opportunity to mute missed

trump just blamed healthcare issues on nancy peloski

biden says the the republicans wont pass it

(btw hes actualy right)

2 mins left

and trump is speaking through it

1 min left

omg what a waste of air

I really want him to test his “immunity”

preferably during a harsh winter

ITS TEN GUYSSS

there running over

they still haven't covered immigration

shit

I have just learned there is 30 min left

I think I would rather kill myself than watch the rest of this

I’m seriously have a sensory overload right now

I’m doing this for u

“children are brought here by coyotes”-presedentail cown 2020

what a wack ass sentence

hes like ohIi haven't been putting kids in cages

and then just went but I didn't build them they were built in 2014

(contradiction much)

“who built the cages”

yes it was Obama but guess what

THEY WERNT BUILT FOR KIDS

there ment to house animals, evidence, and adult prisoners in emergency situations

THEY WERNT MENT FOR 3 YEAR OLDS

Biden was just like “well no actually kids come with PARENTS”

(kids hardly ever come over with out parents)

and then he was like and also WHO LOST TRACK OF OVER 1,000 PARENTS

(thats 500+ new orphans at the least)

hes saying only the illegal immigrants with the lowest IQs come back after being deported

we said the same thing in december about you but ya’know

my mum was like “anyone eating chocolate” and I was like “im snaking on this ignorance” and she was like “dont do that you'll get indigestion”

“no one has done more for the black community then Donald trump except for maybe Abraham Lincoln”

oh yeah Biden just brought up how trump publicly campaigned for the execution of the central park 5

WHO WERE CHILDREN

AND OH YEAH THEY WERE COMPLETELY INNOCENT

trump just yelled at Biden, got muted, and just yelled louder

trump just said he cant see the audience but hes the least racist person in the room

“Abraham lincoln here is one of the most racist presidents in american history”- biden 2020

biden just went “oh god”

he just said that he used to not support the blm movement because they chanted rude things about police officers

I would like to reiterate that “pigs in a blanket” has never been chanted in a protest or been a prominent statement in the blm movement nor “fry em like bacon” so what trump is saying is factually incorrect

unless hes on some sort of far right conservative twitter feed were he came across a video of some drunk white college kids chanting it

but you know what ever fits you narrative

plus I would be pretty pissed if I kept getting shot at for no reason so....

Biden making more logical decisions

trump was like why have you never done all this stuff when you were vice president

“we had a republican congress” -biden 2020

we have the cleanest air

we have the cleanest crystal clear water

sir, i know you've been to mexico

don’t lie

the waters gorges down there

and not owned by your smug ass

trump just called china filthy

so you know....

*whispers* racism

ok 5 min left

for real this time

trump just went “aoc plus 3: and then hes like she knows nothing about the climate

ummm.... you dont even believe in climate change

bidens like “are....is...is is”

good for you

correcting your grammar

trump just said “the wind kills all the birds” out of the godamn blue

(he means wind mills and its untrue)

“Whats the next question baba”

“the final question is leadership which he doesnt have”- baba 2020

I feel bad for anybody watching this on the toilet

bidens starring into your soul

he knows what your doing

there officially overtime

its 10 33

they haven't even done the last section yet

btw ITS A SCHOOL NIGHT

why do they host these so late

I should be pretending to be asleep right now

this is generational discrimination

plus trumps supporters are so old there asleep by now

ohhhh its over

1036 final time

okay so thoughts....I generally dont like the party system i think its ridiculous the system was not designed for it, and its now more about loyalty then the actual candidates. I also am really hesitant to put another strait white male in the oval office, especially one thats from “the lucky few” I.E. the smallest voting generation in the country and also the one that already holds the most positions. That being said, at this point its really anyone but trump and I think bidens got the experience to turn things around.

I AM IN SCHOOL I CANNOT VOTE. I am relying on all my older friends, followers, neighbors, and community members. To make an educated decision that wont further degrade the once hopeful future my generation awaits. Please if you can vote VOTE the kids are relying on you!

P.S. sorry i wasn't able to edit this earlier i struggle alot with spelling and didnt have the time to edit this because I HAD TO GO TO BED AND THEN GO TO SCHOOL. Why am I more politically active then people twice my age you might ask? Well, thats because adults are lazy and need to get of their gd asses and VOTE. So kids dont have to do the legwork for them.

I have said my peace now, have a wonderful day!

#2020 #election #covid #trump #biden #debate #byedon #flyden 2020

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holly-hep · 4 years

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The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Warning: Drug use, alcohol abuse, swearing

Index

Chapter one: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

When someone knocked on the door that morning, (Y/N) had already been waiting in her room for hours. She had thought the best way to introduce herself to the siblings was to welcome them individually as soon as they entered the house.

But when she peeks up the stairs and sees a giant man with a serious face and watery eyes, she immediately backs away. She runs back to her room trying not to make too much noise, and locks herself, heart pounding like a drum.

-Miss (Y/N), are you all right?- Pogo asks as the girl tries to control her hasty breathing.

-Yes, I just think I’ll wait for Klaus to arrive. Maybe it will be easier for all of us when he’s here.

-Okay, miss- Pogo walks to the stairs-. Although I doubt it.

(Y/N) looks in the mirror for the hundredth time that day and sits in front of it, on the edge of her chair, to analyze her hair. She wasn’t used to tying it; she didn’t even like it, but right now it seemed like a wonderful idea. She tries to pick up her thick mane in a ponytail, but to her chagrin, she looks more scruffy; so she tries to do some braids. But as she’ve never done it before, she fails miserably at the task.

(Y/N) tiptoes to her door and slowly opens it, looking for Grace so she can help her. She doesn’t see her in her usual place, so she probably was downstairs with Pogo. She hurries to close the door after hearing footsteps coming up the stairs, a tall girl with curls emerging from them.

She is breathless. With someone as dazzling and elegant as that woman, she couldn’t present herself with what appeared to be a nest for hair.

-Miss (Y/N)- Pogo’s voice sounds again as she combs her hair-, Mr. Klaus has arrived.

She freezes, the comb sliding down her fingers and landing gently on her lap. Her cheeks turn red and hot, and her eyes glow.

-Ummm... have they all arrived yet?

She presses her ear against the door, whispering.

-No, Miss Vanya’s missing.

-Great!- she was just buying time.- I’ll wait until she arrives... And then gather them in the living room, so I can talk to everyone.

-Yes, Miss.

She keeps trying to straighten her hair, but the more she brushes it, the more it fluffed and tangled. It was a nightmare. She just wants to make a good first impression, especially in the circumstances the family is going through.

She thinks it have only been a few minutes when Pogo suddenly opens her door.

-Miss (Y/N), everyone’s waiting for you in the living room.

-So fast?- she turns pale.

-Let’s go.

And without waiting for an answer, Pogo starts walking down the stairs. On edge, the girl picks up a tie-dye scarf hanging from one of her plants and follows the ape, trying to tie it around her hair.

They reach the ground floor and walk to the living room, where she can hear voices and the clink of glass. She stops behind one bookshelf, trying to make up an excuse not to show up.

-Miss Voss- Pogo spoke-, there’ll never be a good time to do this, so go and talk to them.

-I knew I’d have to introduce myself eventually, but I would have preferred Mr. Hargreeves to do it. This isn’t the best time to meet us.

Pogo sees her with stern eyes and points to the room, motioning for her to move.

-I can’t,- she is out of breath, her hands are sweating and her face burns-. If I just go in there, the tallest guy will kill me.

-All right, let me do it for you...

-What...?

Before the girl can finish the sentence, the chimpanzee was already walking towards the siblings, who are sitting in awkward silence.

-Children, there’s someone you must meet- Pogo turns to where (Y/N) was hiding and waits.

-Ich kann dies tun (I can do this)- she whispers to herself as she shyly emerges from her hiding place.

When she comes out from behind the bookcase and the sunlight illuminates her body, she can see the siblings stiffen and adopt a defensive position.

-Good evening- her accent was thicker than she’d expected.

Her eyes scan the room, searching for a familiar face, desperately trying to rely on him. She stops at the bar where her old friend was pouring some kind of mixture into a glass; he haven’t even noticed her yet.

-My name is (Y/N) Voss- she hopes to be speaking understandable English-. Your father took me under his wing three years ago, and I’ve been living with him ever since. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.

She looks back at the bar, but he hasn’t even turned to look.

-And it’s good to see you again... Klaus- she almost shouts his name so he can hear her.

Klaus raises his head at the mention of his name and almost drops the bottle he was holding when his eyes focused on the source of the voice.

-(Y/N)?- He sounds impressed, but happy at the same time-. The (Y/N) Voss?

-The one and only.

-Hey!

Klaus puts what he is holding on the counter and goes to hug his friend with a wide smile.

-What are you doing here?- he’s amazed, looking at the woman in front of him-. Look at you, you shine like a goddess!

-Thank you. I like your skirt- she laughs when he turns in circles to model.

-It looks better on me than Alisson. It’s a little dated, I know, but it’s very... breathey on the bits.

-Wait!- the previous mention gets up-. Klaus, do you know her?

-Of course, sis! This...- He puts an arm around (Y/N) shoulders-, is my great friend and rehab sister, (Y/N) Voss, the most bohemian bitch since Stevie Nicks.

-Rehabilitation?- Diego asks worried-. Great, we could barely stand one junkie in this house and now we have to deal with another.

-Oh no, I stopped drugs years ago, I’ve been clean for almost four years, my medical record can confirm it. Your father had Grace study me every month since I arrived. Although I can’t say the same for Klaus- she turnes to see him with worried eyes as she takes his wrist-. You just got out of rehab again.

-What can I say, love?- he turnes and goes back to the bar-. I’m a lost cause. By the way, how did you get here?

-I came looking for you three years ago. I got in some trouble- she admits embarrassed- and had nowhere to go. Then I remembered you gave me your address the day you left rehab.

-Which kind of trouble?- Luther asks, distrustful.

-Let’s just say some people have a special interest in my talents.

-Talents?- Diego is as irritated as Luther.

-Oh, you must see what this girl can do!- Klaus sits down beside Vanya with a cup and a bottle full of liquor-. Love, show them.

She turns to see Pogo for approval and the chimp nods. (Y/N) then closes her eyes and when she opens them again, her orbs have turned yellow. To the amazement of the siblings, they all hear a male voice coming from the stairs and seconds later, the reason they are all reunited there enters the room:

-Dad!?- Luther almost screamed.

-What the fuck?- Diego stands up, impressed.

-Isn’t it amazing!- Klaus points at the man, still holding the bottle-. You can even touch it!

-What?- Alisson stares at her father with confused eyes.

-Miss (Y/N) can create illusions- Pogo walks to her-. Her illusions are so realistic, you can touch, hear, smell, and even taste them.

-She also controls emotions- Klaus takes a sip of his cup-. She can make you fall in love with her in a blink of an eye, literally.

-But I have to touch the person first- (Y/N)’s eyes are still shinning-. Besides, it’s more like an exchange: I give an emotion, and I absorb what the other person was feeling before.

-So you’re like us- the illusion disappears as Luther speaks.

-Of course she’s like us! Why would Dad take her in if not?- Diego is angry.

-I can’t believe he found another one- Vanya is upset but tries to dissimulate it.

-He didn’t found another- Alisson scuffed-. She just showed up at the door and he took the opportunity.

-And are you staying?- Vanya asks-. I mean, Dad’s no longer here.

-Mr. Hargreeves was very clear about letting Miss (Y/N) stay in the house even after his death. She was included in his will like you all.

-She can keep the entire house if she wants- Diego mentions-. I don’t think anyone here wants it... Except for One, maybe.

-I think we have a priority problem here- Luther stands in the middle of the room as (Y/N) sits down on the floor, between Klaus’s legs-. First, what are we doing with Dad?

Everyone looks at him confused.

-I mean... I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad’s favourite spot.

-Dad had a favourite spot?

-Oh, yeah- answers (Y/N) with a smile-. Under the oak tree, we used to read there all the time. Sometimes we even had tea.

Luther looks at her irritated. He considered that a special spot for him and his father. Now this stranger was stealing it from him.

-Right.

-Will there be refreshments?- Klaus is braiding his friend’s hair, a cigarette between his lips. (Y/N) feels like in a dream. She have missed him so much that having him so closed felt surreal-. Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.

-What? No- Luther is about to lose his patience-. And put that out. Dad didn’t allow smoking in here. Now listen up, there are some important things we need to discuss, all right?

-Like what?

-Like the way he died.

-And here we go- Diego starts playing with a knife.

-I don’t understand- (Y/N) thinks Vanya’s voice was like the one of a deer in the lights-. I thought they said it was a heart attack.

-Yeah, according to the coroner.

-Well, wouldn’t they know?

-Theoretically.

-Theoretically?- Allison asks in a mocking tone.

-I’m just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time I talked to Dad, he sounded strange.

-Oh, quelle surprise!- (Y/N) laughs at the comment.

-Strange how?

-He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust.

Luther looks at (Y/N) with suspicion, and the others follow. The girl is too distracted enjoying the feeling of Klaus’s fingers on her skin to notice, but her friend does.

-Hey, don’t you dare point a finger at (Y/N). She’s a ray of sunshine. Just look at her- he hugs her-. She won’t even kill a bug, she’s vegan.

-Your father was a very kind man to me, why would I even want to hurt him?

-Miss (Y/N) had a close relationship with Mr. Hargreeves, she was very affected by his death- Pogo defends her.

-Luther- Diego stands up, bored-. He was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles. Besides, if junkie no. 2 here had tried to harm him, don’t you think Mom would have stopped her?

-He must have known something was going to happen- Luther keeps insisting, then turns to Klaus-. Look, I know you don’t like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad.

Klaus looks at him with a raised eyebrow while Alisson scoffs.

-I can’t just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, “Dad, could you just... Stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?”

-Since when?- Luther is upset-. That’s your thing. Unless you are trying to protect someone.

-I didn’t kill Sir Reginald- (Y/N) is a bit hurt.

-No! It’s just that I’m not in the right... frame of mind!

-You’re high?- Alisson states.

-Yeah!- he smiles at her-. Yeah! I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?

-Well, sober up, this is important- Luther points at (Y/N)-. You, can’t you make him feel better so he can talk to our Dad?

-I could, but I’m not forcing Klaus to do something he hates.

-Thanks, love- he kisses her on the forehead and she can’t help but smile.

-Do you know at least where is Dad’s monocle?- Luther is getting more violent towards her.

-Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?- Diego whispers.

-Exactly- Luther’s still looking at (Y/N)-. It’s worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge or interest.

-Where are you going with this?- even though he tends to be happy while high, Klaus is getting mad at his brother.

-Oh, isn’t it obvious, Klaus?- Diego interrupts-. He thinks your girlfriend killed Dad... Or one of us, perhaps.

-I’m not his girlfriend- (Y/N) whispers with a red face-. And I didn’t kill Mr. Hargreeves.

-Wait, one of us?- Alisson glares at him.

-How could you think that?- Vanya is offended.

-Great job, Luther. Way to lead- Diego mocks him before leaving the room.

-That’s not what I’m saying...

-You’re crazy, man. You’re crazy- Klaus stands up and takes (Y/N) hand and the bottle-. Crazy.

-I’ve not finished.

-Okay, sorry, We’re just gonna go murder Mom. We’ll be right back.

-That’s not what I was saying- Luther tries to apologize- I didn’t...

But Vanya, Klaus, and (Y/N) leave the room, leaving him alone with Alisson.

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy #tua

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Can you reflect on your experience as a popular bts tumblr blog? Maybe describe how it felt when you were at your peak in a fandom that was stanning a group that was beginning to dominate kpop vs how it feels now to still be present (and still fairly popular I assume! ) in the tumblr sphere of the fandom post bts blowup? Also what do you miss most from your early days on here? And what are you most grateful for now?

oh wow this is such a fun question djgndskgn ummm okay well

I looooooved being on tumblr, it was an escape from my reality and pressures of school and life. before this blog “blew up?” it was so fun and relaxing. I met soooo many amazing people, a lot of which I’m still currently friends with outside of tumblr/have visited/travelled the world with/stayed with/ have stayed with me, etc. it was incredible, it was such a nice welcoming community, I was able to just be myself, talk to fellow fans, create content, act dumb, joke around, meme, talk about serious things, have in depth discussions about so many things bts and non bts related. especially with being a blog for one of the least ‘liked’ or stanned members, it really meant that everyone who was following me was a namjoon stan and wanted nothing more than to just talk about him, it was like a tight knit community within a huge community. it was so crazy and so exciting to see the fandom grow with every comeback. that was my favourite time during entire time with this blog on tumblr. that was my favourite part. people who spoke to me were genuine and kind, they wanted to get to know me, the person behind the blog and also just treated me like a human lol which definitely changed drastically

then this blog really started to get a loooottt of traction, and as soon as I hit 10k, things really changed and it was never the same. as this blog continued to grow bigger and bigger, things became increasingly intense, and INCREDIBLY negative and just super stressful. as the followers continued to grow, the less people viewed me as an actual human who was doing things on here during my incredibly limited free time as my own escape and ‘fun’ time, and the more they treated me like, straight garbage? lol I was constantly being picked apart, everything I said was scrutinized, things I would say would always, without fail get twisted and people with do whatever they can to get whatever negative narrative they wanted. I remember me once saying it was none of our business to discuss the members sexuality and that we shouldn’t just assume their sexuality and to leave them be, somehow turned into me ‘pushing a straight agenda’??? and I was literally just dragged. which still to this day I still don’t understand how people somehow decided to take that out of what I said. I was always happy to speak to everyone and help anyone with any question they had but at one point, despite me still trying my best, I was treated really poorly and like a literal like machine. if I missed something, or didn’t post something my inbox was always full of people yelling at me that this was my job and my job was to make things and keep the entire fandom updated with what’s going on. I also fully remember missing namjoons solo comeback because I was at work, and couldn’t be present to gif and make content, I got a shittttt load of asks telling me I was a horrible namjoon fan who doesn’t support him and stuff? like lol okay? what? or I would get yelled at if I didn’t respond to asks in a timely manner, because that was once again ‘my job’. my inbox also became google apparently. I would get hundreds of asks a day, with not a single person talking to me, and if I didn’t respond to those asks, I would get yelled at. I never really spoke about how many followers I had because tbh it didn’t really matter, I actually would often wish I was back to being a 5k blog and just having a good old time, I would get horrible asks about me being a bitch because this blog was ‘popular’ and that because it was, I was a horrible person?? or to just shut up because no one cares about me, or that I thought highly of myself because this was a ‘big blog’ which I still don’t understand, because I never acted differently throughout the years on this blog. I was always just myself. if anything I just became more closed off and learned to not bother speaking about myself/things going on in my life because I felt like people would be happier if I just did my ‘job’ even though this blog, was always just a personal blog that had a loooott of bts content, I was not like a dedicated bts blog. oh and I remember because I always was and still am a very blunt straight forward person, I would just speak whatever is on my mind, people would always misconstrue that as me being mean or rude. but anyway, I digress

I remember becoming incredibly scared to post, to say things, to do things because I was scared of continuously being attacked. I was scared to open my inbox, or my messages. like tbh even writing this I’m thinking “omg what if I don’t word something perfectly and people will get mad at me.” it’s honestly such a weird feeling to feel like you have to constantly edit yourself but also still trying to be yourself? idk how to explain it

but as much as I would crack and let all this shit get to me at times and publicly get upset, hurt or mad, I would also keep a lot of it to myself and just deal with the toxicity on my own, and just delete a lot of the messages or asks I got. because to me this blog was an escape, not just for me, but for everyone who followed me. I didn’t want people to come here and just see the negative shit constantly, I wanted them to continue to come here, have fun, and forget about whatever was going on in their lives, even if it was for just a few minutes. so even though that was no longer the case for me, I still wanted that for others. but it also got to the point that I was scared to turn off anon because I was scared of the potential backlash, but I also wanted those who wanted to be anonymous, who were not comfortable talking to me off anon to have that comfort in the anonymity etc. things just were really difficult, I always felt like what I was doing was wrong no matter what.

it also was very disheartening to notice a lot of other people only wanting to befriend me or interact with me because of the size of this blog. it kinda made it hard to become close to people after a while. people would make assumptions about me or literally hated me without even talking to me just because of the size of this blog.

there were so many times I wanted to delete this blog and make a new blog where no one knew who I was, just so I can start off fresh and relive the best parts of blogging in the first place. just have fun again. but I also didn’t find it fair to those who followed me, who relied on this blog for some sort of comfort. nor did I find it fair for me to lose something I worked hard on, and loved

but on the other hand, there were SO MANY incredible people that followed me that made everything feel worth it. and I am so incredibly thankful and grateful for each and everyone of you. some of you really helped me when I was having some of the hardest times. some of the messages I would get had such a positive impact on me and my life. and like I mentioned before, I have met some amazing friends because of this site that are still some of my closest friends to this day. and for that, I will always be beyond thankful.

unfortunately I can’t say much about what has really happened on tumblr in the last like almost 2 years? I haven’t been around much and definitely would not consider this blog very if at all relevant haha in like mid? 2018 I kinda vanished from this site. I had a looooot of things going on in my personal life, like an insane amount of very complex, dark, hard, just straight up depressing things going on, and I was not able to deal with all of that, and the darkness of this blog so I left. I never meant for it to be as long as it has been, but it kinda just happened. like tbh part of me would love to kinda just open up about everything, though I did post a little something vaguely explaining what was going on with me. I know it didn’t make sense but I also wouldn’t even know where to start when it comes to explaining what has been going on. I also know because of what has happened with me, I was a real shitty person to some people on here. I also feel terrible that I had over 100 messages I never got around to answering during this time, and the 600+ asks I have sitting in my inbox right now. I know I let a lot of people down. but I also would like to say thank you to everyone and anyone who tried to reach out to me or giving me their best wishes during that time despite me not responding to most of you. please know I read every single thing that was sent to me, thank you

like part of me wishes I never left, but I know I wouldn’t have been able to do both, I was barely able to even survive what is going on in my personal life. I really miss this blog, I miss making things, I miss interacting with people, I miss fangirling, I miss so many things about this blog. despite everything, I would not take any of it back. having this blog was such a fun and unique experience, for the most part at least.

some unique ass moments like the fact I made a goupchat for namjoon stans to have fun and interact with each other and befriend each other in a more accessible and less intimidating way than over tumblr and I think at the peak there was 300+ people in that chat. and that chat is I believe 3 years old and is still active to this day. or that I somehow was in talks with a lot of namjoon fansites and actually worked closely with a namjoon fansite working on things. or people recognizing me in public which I still find wild, meeting some of you at the concerts and hanging out. or being able to befriend people with the same interests as me, becoming close friends and travelling together/visiting each other, etc. or the fact that I was able to help some of you though out some dark or difficult times, or opening up to me with things you’d not feel comfortable talking to with anyone else. or being told I was the inspiration for some of you to do so many things, like going back to school, changing majors, seeking help, loving yourself, etc. or getting sent fan art of myself???? that was crazy! there are so many more things I could say, but this post is already so long, and I doubt anyone is even still reading haha. but I never thought things like that would have happened to me ever, but it did, and I will be forever so thankful to all of you. thank you, and thank you to everyone who was there or me during the ups and downs. I know I wasn’t always the greatest friend I could have been, thank you for accepting me for who I was, thank you for being there when I needed an escape, thank you for everything.

this whole post is probably so poorly written, but esdljgknx I tried, I know I’m leaving out soooooooooo many things that I could have said or should have said, but this is already sooooo long holy. plus I have to get back to working on my stuff, the reason I came out to this coffee shop I’m sitting at right now haha

#anonymous #answered

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razorblade180 · 5 years

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Patriarchal Prison Break Finale

[Atlas Bakery]

*Whitley and Ruby sit outside patio. They sit under an umbrella as it lightly snows. It’s a little cold since it’s night, yet strangely they feel pretty warm.*

Ruby:*Quietly eating a sandwich with a small mountain of pastries beside her.*.......

Whitley:*has a cocoa and a sandwich. He’s barely eating though*.......

(Why is it so hard to speak?)

Whitley:(Say something, anything. Is this was Winter was talking about-)

Ruby:You’re freezing.....

Whitley:*jolts up* Huh?

Ruby:You’re food, you’re freezing it. *points to his plate*

*a glyph spins underneath it making ice creep over it His drink frozen solid*

Whitley:*red* Oh....

Ruby:Also..... *taps her now frozen danish on the table* I’m pretty sure this was freshly baked hehehe.

Whitley:(God damnit!) *tries wiping it off* Well this definitely isn’t my finest moment.

Ruby:*intriguied* I’ve never seen Weiss accidentally use her semblance before.

Whitley:She’s had a lot more practice; any little thing used to set it off for her. I guess my mind sort of wondered a bit.

Ruby:*small smile* Gee if I didn’t notice sooner then I really would’ve had cold cuts. (Why did I say that? Only Yang would say something that horrible...)

Whitley:.....I’m sorry.

Ruby:(Now he’s sulking!) Don’t worry about it. It was just a joke and I probably won’t finishing eating all of-

Whitley:Not the food.....I meant for what I said; all of it.

Ruby:Oh....that.....

Whitley:*staring at his reflection in the ice* I let my father get the better of me. Then I ended up making you cry in the process all because I was too scared to speak against him. So, I’m sorry.

Silence falls in between them. Ruby just sits there examining him as he continues to stare at the ice. He’s trying to hide it but he’s shaking; crisp air would be easy to pin the blame on but she knows better than that. Usually it’s her suppressing fear and anxiety; it’s odd seeing it on someone else. Weiss’s description of him was right on the money.

Ruby:....I’m sorry too. About my reaction.

Whitley:Huh? Why would you be sorry about that? I had it coming and-

Ruby:I was being selfish....

Whitley:....... *looking at her*

Ruby:All my life I’ve grown up doing the most noble because that’s how I was raised. It comes natural to me. You and even Weiss when I met her have an entirely different mentality. It’s not that you don’t want to do the noble or most honest thing; both of you raised to follow what your dad said despite the feelings you had. I might have had a right to be upset with you, but I shouldn’t have expected you to so easily overcome something that’s been apart of your upbringing just because of me. So I’m sorry too, I didn’t consider your feelings.

Whitley:......Ruby you’re amazing.

Ruby:*blushing* I’m sorry what?

Whitley:It’s just...most people would just let someone apologize and listen to them admit their mistakes. Not you though, instead you apologize too and decide to find your own faults. Never seen someone do that before.

Ruby:*rubs her head* I’m just being fair is all. Like I said, it was a bit rude of me to think I’m enough to make such a big problem change for you.

Whitley:Well....*looks back at the ice as his face gets red* I think you’re more than enough....

Ruby:.......*heart skips a beat*

It has to be easily below zero at this point. Yet for some reason this moment feels hot enough to thaw all the snow around them.

Ruby:Uhhh Whitley? *grabs his hand, causing him to jump*

Whitley:Y...Yes?

Ruby:I don’t mean to spring this on you so suddenly, but with everything that’s happened I think I got lost with where we stand. Wha...what are we exactly?

*the table freezes over, but the two don’t seems to notice*

Whitley:Oh...that’s uhh, that’s a good question. You see it would be nice if- *shakes his head* What I mean to say is I really want you to be my-

*click*

Instinctively the two whip their head around to spot someone with a very expensive camera. No doubt he got a perfect picture even with the weather they’re in. As quickly as he was spotted, he was gone.

Whitley:Sigh, the paparazzi never rest do they. He picked a good a good moment too *looks at Ruby’s hand still on his*

Ruby:*immediately removes it* Of all of the no good.....! Ugh, I’m so stupid! Here I am getting all emotional in public with you and now I made things worse for you! That stupid reporter is probably gonna have an entire essay about that day photo; your dad is-

Whitley:It’s fine.....

Ruby:What?

Whitley:It’s fine, I sort of expected this to happen. We are outside so it’s not surprising.

Ruby:...Why are you so calm? You know what will happen when you get home.

Whitley:*takes a deep breath* Yeah....it’s unavoidable. Guess we shouldn’t prolong it then huh? *gets up and grabs her hand* shall we?

Ruby:Oh, okay. (He’s strangely confident; I like it.

[Schnee Manor]

Weiss and Winter watching the news and just enjoying each other’s company. Like clockwork, their brother is already back in the miserable limelight.

Ruby:*Walking in* Hey, we’re ba- are you serious!? It’s only been like 40 minutes!

Weiss:Any news about the Schnee’s is breaking news.

Ruby:You people are seriously that important?

Winter:We keep this entire place floating essentially. So yeah, we’re that important. Our money is anyways.

Whitley:*walks in and notices the tv* 40 minutes huh? They’re getting slow; guess the camera guy got stuck in the snow.

Ruby:(This family is just....wow.) I wonder if Jacq-

“WHITLEY! MY OFFICE, NOW!”

.........

Everyone’s face loses a bit of color as the room suddenly feels colder than outside. Winter herself even tenses up for a moment before relaxing. The two sisters unknowingly freeze up the floor a bit.

Ruby:He sounds mad...

“He’s always mad...”

Whitley:*walks off slowly*

Ruby:Is he...gonna be alright?

Winter:That’s up to him honestly. Atlas wasn’t built in a day, but this situation is a bit different.

Ruby:How so?

Weiss:Because he’ll have all the help he wants right here wai-

Ruby:*walks down the hall*

Weiss:Sigh, she just can’t help herself can she?

[Office]

Whitley:*standing in the center*.......

Jacques:*walks up to him* I see you got to be in the news again; unexpectedly, you’re with girl again. So what’s the excuse behind this incident.

Whitley:.....I don’t have one father. I wanted to make amends with her and-

*a swift hand finds itself firmly across the right side of his face, silencing him and leaving a red mark*

Whitley:......

Jacques:Your behavior as of late has been extremely disappointing. It’s clear I’ve been too lenient with you just like your sisters. I now know that-

Whitley:Lenient? Is that what you call micromanaging my life? You talk like you haven’t made every single decision in my life!

Jacques:Young man, watch your tone with me or-

Whitley:OR WHAT!? YOU’ll HIT ME!!? Are you gonna give the title of heir to some secret child no one knows about!?

Jacques:Whitley so help me if you don’t-

Whitley:LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!!!! *shaking with frustration*

Jacques:......

Whitley:I have done everything you’ve ever asked me! From learning countless extra curricular subjects about running a business, to being your personal “yes” man at every ridiculous event you drag me to! Yet it feels like I can’t even breathe without your permission, or see you without it being about my “mistakes.” Do you know you’ve never told me at any point you were proud of me; or any of your kids for that matter? It’s hard to believe Weiss and Winter “just weren’t up to the task of owning the company.” They’re far stronger than I am. You made me heir because you think I’m the weakest; that you can trap me in this prison of a home!

Jacques:You’re acting ridiculous! Having a tantrum all because of some girl!

Whitley:Her name is Ruby, you’d know that if you ever actually payed attention to Weiss or me. I bet you don’t even know where she is right now do you?

Jacques:....

Whitley:*shakes his head* You are unbelievable. It’s not even worth explaining to you. If it doesn’t involve money you might as well be deaf. I can’t believe I used to want to be even be a little bit like you. Could’ve used that time be more like my sisters; or fix the mom you broke. *walking away*

Jacques:*grits teeth* WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING!?

Whitley:I’m going anywhere I want and finally make my own choices. You don’t have to worry about me doing anything stupid or ruin my family name; from here on out you’re an afterthought.

Jacques:So you think you have all the answers now?

Whitley:Not even close. I just know when I need help I have people that actually care about me that I can rely on. From my sisters, Klein, the friends I’ll make, and my girlfriend. So you have the choice to get with the program or get out of my way.

Jacques:......Whitley, get out of my office.

Whitley:See you at the next company meeting. *leaves*

Jacques:.....*hits his desk* Damnit.....

Whitley:*shaking from fear and adrenaline* Sigh......huh?

*Ruby standing in front of him, trying to keep a smile in check in favor for a more calm look*

Whitley:This seems familiar. *smiles*

Ruby:It does, a little more of a happy ending this time around in my opinion.

Whitley:What would’ve happened if it ended up basically the same?

Ruby:*takes his hand* I might have been disappointed for sure but I would’ve been patient. “Atlas wasn’t built in a day.”

Whitley:Hehe honestly it’s still not built . That was emotionally exhausting. I think I need a minute. *leans on the wall* future conversations are going to suck.

Ruby:*leans on the wall too* Soooooo girlfriend? Who’s that? *wiggling eyebrows*

Whitley:*chuckles* Just this girl I really, really like. I might be getting ahead of myself since I don’t know quite how she feels. I’m new to this, anxious, dorky, and completely playing this by ear. For all I know she doesn’t like- *pulled into a quick kiss*......

Ruby:*moves her hair out here face* Ummm she really....really likes you too. *blushing*

Whitley:*blushing*Oh...that’s good to know. Now then, are you two going to come from around the corner?

Weiss:*darts out and hugs him* I’m proud of you....

Whitley:*hugging her tight* I learned from the best.

Winter:*walks up to him* So, you didn’t freeze this time huh?

Whitley:Nope, I had some since slapped into me. *rubbing his face* Also a sister with really good advice.

Winter:*puts him on her back and walks* Let’s go get you patched up. Then maybe we can spend some time....finally knowing each other.

Whitley:That, sounds really nice.

Weiss:We’ll catch up. Ruby now has to learn what I expect from her end of the relationship. Last thing I need is another person addicted to cookies.

Ruby:Sigh.......... see you later?

Whitley:I hope so. *smiles*

Ruby:*blushing* (definitely like the confidence)

Weiss:Ahem!

Ruby:Sorry! I’m paying attention!

Winter:One more thing, we’ve never seen you as weak. You’re just as strong as Weiss and I. Never question that.

Whitley:......Is that right? Hehe *sniff* Geez, this bruise really hurts...

Winter:*smirking*.......I bet it does.

Whitley:Thank you.....*tears run down his face.

Winter:Don’t mention it. That’s what big sisters are for right?

#rwby #schneeblings #jacques schnee #whitley schnee #weiss schnee #winter schnee #rwby wild rose

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