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So I’ve been enjoying the Disney vs. DeSantis memes as much as anyone, but like. I do feel like a lot of people who had normal childhoods are missing some context to all this.
I was raised in the Bible Belt in a fairly fundie environment. My parents were reasonably cool about some things, compared to the rest of my family, but they certainly had their issues. But they did let me watch Disney movies, which turned out to be a point of major contention between them and my other relatives.
See, I think some people think this weird fight between Disney and fundies is new. It is very not new. I know that Disney’s attempts at inclusion in their media have been the source of a lot of mockery, but what a lot of people don’t understand is that as far as actual company policy goes, Disney has actually been an industry leader for queer rights. They’ve had policies assuring equal healthcare and partner benefits for queer employees since the early 90s.
I’m not sure how many people reading this right now remember the early 90s, but that was very much not industry standard. It was a big deal when Disney announced that non-married queer partners would be getting the same benefits as the married heterosexual ones.
Like — it went further than just saying that any unmarried partners would be eligible for spousal benefits. It straight-up said that non-same-sex partners would still need to be married to receive spousal benefits, but because same-sex partners couldn’t do that, proof that they lived together as an established couple would be enough.
In other words, it put long-term same-sex partners on a higher level than opposite-sex partners who just weren’t married yet. It put them on the exact same level as heterosexual married partners.
They weren’t the first company ever to do this, but they were super early. And they were certainly the first mainstream “family-friendly” company to do it.
Conservatives lost their damn minds.
Protests, boycotts, sermons, the whole nine yards. I can’t tell you how many books about the evils of Disney my grandmother tried to get my parents to read when I was a kid.
When we later moved to Florida, I realized just how many queer people work at Disney — because historically speaking, it’s been a company that has guaranteed them safety, non-discrimination, and equal rights. That’s when I became aware of their unofficial “Gay Days” and how Christians would show up from all over the country to protest them every year. Apparently my grandmother had been upset about these days for years, but my parents had just kind of ignored her.
Out of curiosity, I ended up reading one of the books my grandmother kept leaving at our house. And friends — it’s amazing how similar that (terrible, poorly written) rhetoric was to what people are saying these days. Disney hires gay pedophiles who want to abuse your children. Disney is trying to normalize Satanism in our beautiful, Christian America.
Just tons of conspiracy theories in there that ranged from “a few bad things happened that weren’t actually Disney’s fault, but they did happen” to “Pocahontas is an evil movie, not because it distorts history and misrepresents indigenous life, but because it might teach children respect for nature. Which, as we all know, would cause them all to become Wiccans who believe in climate change.”
Like — please, take it from someone who knows. This weird fight between fundies and Disney is not new. This is not Disney’s first (gay) rodeo. These people have always believed that Disney is full of evil gays who are trying to groom and sexually abuse children.
The main difference now is that these beliefs are becoming mainstream. It’s not just conservative pastors who are talking about this. It’s not just church groups showing up to boycott Gay Day. Disney is starting to (reluctantly) say the quiet part out loud, and so are the Republicans. Disney is publicly supporting queer rights and announcing company-supported queer events and the Republican Party is publicly calling them pedophiles and enacting politically driven revenge.
This is important, because while this fight has always been important in the history of queer rights, it is now being magnified. The precedent that a fight like this could set is staggering. For better or for worse, we live in a corporation-driven country. I don’t like it any more than you do, and I’m not about to defend most of Disney’s business practices. But we do live in a nation where rights are largely tied to corporate approval, and the fact that we might be entering an age where even the most powerful corporations in the country are being banned from speaking out in favor of rights for marginalized people… that’s genuinely scary.
Like… I’ll just ask you this. Where do you think we’d be now, in 2023, if Disney had been prevented from promising its employees equal benefits in 1994? That was almost thirty years ago, and look how far things have come. When I looked up news articles for this post from that era, even then journalists, activists, and fundie church leaders were all talking about how a company of Disney’s prominence throwing their weight behind this movement could lead to the normalization of equal protections in this country.
The idea of it scared and thrilled people in equal parts even then. It still scares and thrills them now.
I keep seeing people say “I need them both to lose!” and I get it, I do. Disney has for sure done a lot of shit over the years. But I am begging you as a queer exvangelical to understand that no. You need Disney to win. You need Disney to wipe the fucking floor with these people.
Right now, this isn’t just a fight between a giant corporation and Ron DeSantis. This is a fight about the right of corporations to support marginalized groups. It’s a fight that ensures that companies like Disney still can offer benefits that a discriminatory government does not provide. It ensures that businesses much smaller than Disney can support activism.
Hell, it ensures that you can support activism.
The fight between weird Christian conspiracy theorists and Disney is not new, because the fight to prevent any tiny victory for marginalized groups is not new. The fight against the normalization of othered groups is not new.
That’s what they’re most afraid of. That each incremental victory will start to make marginalized groups feel safer, that each incremental victory will start to turn the tide of public opinion, that each incremental victory will eventually lead to sweeping law reform.
They’re afraid that they won’t be able to legally discriminate against us anymore.
So guys! Please. This fight, while hilarious, is also so fucking important. I am begging you to understand how old this fight is. These people always play the long game. They did it with Roe and they’re doing it with Disney.
We have! To keep! Pushing back!
#disney#ron desantis#gay rights#lgbt#queer#lgbt history#queer history#homophobia#florida#us politics#religious fundamentalism#christianity#long post#god that should cover all the pertinent tags and content warnings phew
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Have you ever heard of people keeping multiple centipedes together? Whether multiples of the same species or multiples of different species that tolerate the same environments? Like a centipede community aquarium. Or would they just eat each other?
that is generally a very bad idea because regardless of species the largest would eat any of the others it could kill, or, if they didn’t die, all would get very stressed out from fighting. most centipedes kept in captivity are typically solitary animals and one would attack another not just out of hunger, but as a perceived predator to itself.
there are a few exceptions: Scolopendra mutilans can be kept communally, and is one of the only Scolopendra that thrive like that. I did keep some red legged mutilans in a communal briefly but they ended up eating one another anyway after they died one by one of from sort of weird internal cyst.
because of this tendency, they’re actually farmed in Asia, especially China, for traditional medicine and as luxury food items for arowana and other big fish.
(one of my favorite images on the internet. not sure of its origin but yeah sure is an images)
other scolopendromorph centipedes that can be kept communally are Rhysida longipes, and I’ve had success with getting a female to brood a clutch while living with another adult. I regularly find R. longipes in groups in the wild in Florida, same goes for the other invasive Rhysida (possibly celeris) established there. other small otostigmines like Alipes aren’t as cannibalistic either, perhaps Otostigmus or other Rhysida could be kept similarly. I don’t know if keeping them communally is better or worse than keeping them singly.
you also have to remember that centipedes are an entire class of animals, so there’s quite a lot of variation among them! a centipede that’s too small to be seen as food might be tolerated by a large species.
I found some very tiny stone centipedes in an isopod enclosure once and tried to set them up as a predatory cleanup crew to help kill off some micro-isopods that were eating one of my Scolopendra’s bark hides. due to the size difference they ignored one another entirely but I think the stone centipedes wanted it more moist and died out eventually.
other centipedes like scutigeromorphs, lithobiomorphs, and geophilomorphs are often found in groups in wild (depending on species of course) but because they are so rarely kept in captivity, nobody’s really tried keeping them communally.
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music anon here!! hi!! how’s it going? heard you were kinda stressed so!! hope everything’s better!!
idk why but i’ve been on a weird mcstrome mood this past few days, and so i had to make a mcstrome blues playlist, because well. they were besties and now they’re not anymore.
i thought i’d share some songs with you as a token of gratefulness for your general existence <3 the vibes are kinda sad tho ngl. it’s a vision of their relationship that is just… bleak. so without further ado, mcstrome blues!
now that we don’t talk by taylor swift. “did you get anxious though?/ on the way home / i guess i’ll never ever know / now that we don’t talk” i’m just. there’s a post floating somewhere on swiftie tumblr along the lines of “this song is for the girlies with a dramatic best friend breakup” and. yeah that’s mcstrome to me
still got it + can’t go back baby (one right after the other) by troye sivan. his new album is full of bops btw but these ones…… man. cant go back baby is actually about being cheated on, so not really applicable here but. the hurt? phew 😮💨 (from the same album how to stay with you gives me matthew and leon getting together after matthew fucked off to florida vibes!!! “i feel my mother might like you / just not in the same way i do” that’s tthe tkatchuks baby!!! but i digress.)
ivy by frank ocean. “we had time to kill back then / you ain’t a kid no more / we’ll never be those kids again” hello??? also along these lines. ribs by lorde. a classic of the “i want to go back to the past but it’s impossible and it makes me go insane” vibe
the exit by conan gray. oh my god this one . “you love her / it’s over / you already found someone to miss / while i’m still standing at /the exit / i can’t hate you for getting everything we wanted / i just thought that i’d be part of it” this one is tied to irl stuff which. eh i know. but oh my god…
hope this wasn’t too long and that you enjoy (if you didn’t know these songs before!!) 🤍🤍🤍🤍
hello music anon!! lovely to hear from you as always 💖 i am indeed very stressed right now but it's okay, i will make it through. just one more month of the semester! two more months until my biggest work event of the fiscal year! i have the veterans' day holiday off from work today tho so before i dig into the massive pile of homework and household chores i have been ignoring, i took myself out for coffee to sit at a cafe and catch up on tumblr asks 😂
i have ALSO been in a weird mcstrome mood lately, i think because connor mcdavid is so miserable right now, so thank you for sharing this little playlist, it really hits the mcstrome sadness spot. like even beyond the hrpf of it all, it makes me sad because to me friendship is one of the most important things in the world and it makes me sad thinking about them not being best friends anymore! obviously, drifting apart from your besties when you were a teen is a pretty normal part of life for a lot of people, but i am still sad about it. they were so sweet about each other, and now we don't even know if they actually still talk ever 😭
i knew some of these songs but not all of them! as usual they are all going directly on my playlist for disassociating to on the metro to and from work. i love a pairing or character or story concept playlist so much (if you couldn't tell by how i tend to post playlists with my long fics, haha). thank you for sharing!! 💕
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Saturday has become my weekly writing day and I am very much enjoying having a day each week that I sit down and write, even if it’s just for a short while. However, I’m writing this on Thursday whilst I sit at Orlando airport waiting for my flight home. I very rarely feel anxious travelling. I feel safe and in my happy place when I travel. It might sound weird, but I actually like the airport. I like seeing different airports. I may not have explored any of Florida (yet), but I’ve put my feet down on their soil (sort of). I was nervous today, I knew that I wouldn’t bump into anyone here, but I still that that thought. I had that worry. I guess I also had fear. What would have happened. Would we have ignored each other if we had crossed paths? We always said we would never do that, but things are different now, and I honestly don’t know what would have happened. I haven’t had to live out that scenario. Not today at least. I have over an hour to wait for this flight. My first flight was delayed over 12 hours, but thankfully I managed to get on a different flight in order to make my connection here in Orlando. As it happens, this flight is also delayed (thankfully only an hour), so all is well.
I don’t feel as excited as I usually do going home. I don’t know why. I think it’s because I am actually going to really miss work. I love my days in the office. I love spending time with M, and chats with the team, but I also really like doing my work and I feel sort of out of the loop when I’m not there. I have lots off odd conflicting feelings at the moment about a variety of things. I’m sure once I get home I will be more than fine. I’ll be happy and won’t want to leave. Living far from family is something you get used to, and slotting back into family life, although wonderful, can sometimes be jarring. I am excited for some of the plans we have though. I’m going to be exhausted this weekend, but on Sunday K and I are going to a festival which I have never been to before. K has been a few times and I’m really looking forward to it. I just hope I’m not too tired to enjoy it.
It’s been busy at work this week. S (my boss from IAEA) was in town again and he came and hung out in the archives and M gave him a tour. It was nice to see him and to feel like someone was happy to see me. We had lots of good chats and hugs and then I had to go as I had an appointment to get to. Yesterday P (ex-boss at IMF) came by to say ‘hi’ to everyone. It was nice really because had she come a day later I would have missed her. Everyone is heading too her house for a leaving party before she heads back to Brussels, but I will be away in Michigan at H’s sisters wedding so I will miss it. It’s a shame and I wish I could go, but everything always happens at once as usual. M isn’t going either which makes me feel a bit better as I’m not the only one that will not be there.
I got my hair done yesterday and clearly didn’t allow myself enough time to get to therapy as I ended up missing it. I was pretty annoyed at myself, and also frustrated because I really could have done with that therapy session. Especially with the state of my head and thoughts right now. But yeah, I missed it. I got home and had half an hour spare. I was exhausted, so lay on the bed fully dressed and tried to sleep. I did fall asleep, right before my alarm went off. Up I got, and marched to group. Group was interesting this week. I really didn’t want to be there because I was so tired, but as always, I got into it and enjoyed being there. I love my group - which helps, but the topic was so validating. We were talking about s*x. Hearting peoples stories made me realise I was not alone in my feelings towards it. I don’t wish to go into full details about it right here, but I left feeling like I wasn’t the ‘weirdo’ or the one that has ‘something wrong with me’. I’m just normal. I feel validated a lot in Group. It makes me realise I am not alone.
M and I put our request in this week for the ICA Congress in October. Keeping all my fingers and toes crossed that we get approval. I feel hopeful, but not at the same time. Who knows. I really hope we can go though. We were both chatting and planning for it the other day and we both got super excited. Anyway, my flight will be boarding soon and in around 8 hours I will be back in the UK with my mum at the airport waiting to collect me. See you on the other side!
#life#thoughts#feelings#me#diary#journal#life update#feeling#personal#diary entry#journaling#thought
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I challenge you Brian j ackerly to smash up Derby
Tommy boy
I accept and as my character Joe dirt
Bja
I don't need to be bumped up it's just a pedal
We're going to come up with areas for this in Florida and yeah we're going to use the racetrack whatever and if you wiggers want to say something I'm getting ready for war with my son again that prick my God this retard s*** is bothering me but this is fine because retires like it I guess we're kind of them now you don't mix them together and we suck it's like the bad news wolverines
Mac
There's several venues that were setting up for this event they're calling Briggs & Stratton and the saying they don't know about we call the other one they're saying they do so it could be trouble there is accidentally notified them says okay Daniel you probably need to check your frontal lobe and I did but I do understand it. And we're going to kind of ignore it and we're going to show up and you know the drill our friend and we do
Daniel
We love it and we're getting online and we're telling people about it and we're going to do it and we can't stand it so much fun most of the cars can run but there's something wrong with him and we can get it running condition but it won't run for long and it's part of the smash up Derby $1,000 is better than nothing and we have all the equipment to run it and you guys are standing down representatives and we're going to talk with them and someone just want new motors and all sorts of stuff and we can take you're going to be taking orders so we're going to do this now
Sherry
Whoops that was me laughing hysterically I was having him show it a little bit mental but this is fun and will and Bill are into it and they're looking for some bigger stuff and they say there's a truck one and Max says no there's not a truck one and our friend says there is a truck one because these big guys are really good at that and they want to show people that shut the f****** challenge we're going to have that mac daddy says and accepting the challenge so that was Mac Daddy and Bill and will quietly and they said good we're going to do truck stuff I guess. And it's on it's no real station wagon so our friend says he can't do it. It's a huge day we're going to have a lot of fun and it's a promotional and they have tons of stuff they can sell and it's all cool it's wicked cool what they're selling it's going to be so much fun this motorcycle is awesome and we want our friend to have one at least a scooter he says we don't want you to have the scooter it says I can get the scooter and maybe put the motor in it and then saying you can't it's smaller you have to elongate it but there's a kit they need to weld it it says I can rent one and I know how to weld with a MIG and they say we do have a big weldable kit and it's probably the best welding kit because it has very low low amount of plaque and it's easy to clean off and has a lot less voids and every other world it does go inside it it's very strong and there's a bolt on section and a filled weld section the mig works great by the way so it's a good idea and we're going to approve it someone says and I'm having a heartache this is so much fun it's kind of weird I can't stand it I should probably get a whole bunch of those Briggs & Stratton illiads I'm enthused because around here the lot of fun so we're going to check into it I might have to get the dune buggy instead but boy it sounds like a lot of fun it has a hard top too and it looks cool and all that small equipment is really nice tantillators and titillating. And we have a lot of cleanup to do in those backhoes are perfect it's not real big but it's not real small largest John Deere and that does a lot of work and things kick ass okay
Mike tew
We're going into this blind no but we want to do it we've done it before with this vehicles he's a crazy man it does this kind of thing all the time it's a power suggestion and we hope you don't get killed but it sounds like a fun thing to do he says it's usually a small arena so you can't go fast but westborough's kind of too big we noticed that too we can have a develop 50 miles an hour there we're here they make them smaller their excuse was it's the size of the track we weld on everyone with those station wagons me and Bill
Billium
The station wagons were killer they clobbered everybody and they're like heirlooms and they went to be destroyed one of them came back and was owned by Dave the ass ends all mangle not much happened to him. Them the cars were intact that is and they were not harmed at all and we have a friend yelling is yelling at will it's on fire it's on fire actually heard him and it was so damn loud all the cars exhausted off that guy is loising me his voice is so loud it's hurting me and he goes in space while I have an uncle Donald and his dad laughing he's doing it too. Mom said it's a moment in history has to be well documented you have to have a trophy now I remember the word cheese somebody went and got trophies and they had to replace them later but it was so much fun. And will and Bill still have the trophies so we have to play them and for the trophies and they say no you play for other trophies they're pretty big too they're like 3 ft tall and they're the same and somebody made them up so we're calling them now cuz we want to do the trophies and they'll do the prizes and they agree
Mike tew
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The Gummy Guy
Pretty much done with weed. The last few times that I've inhaled socially, I didn't like the result. The effect of the weed was overwhelming. Felt like being super drunk and not in a good way.
Puffing days are over. I don't know if the weed is getting that much stronger or that it has a different effect the older that we get. Even Paul swore off weed a few years back once he reached his seventies.
Weed is growing more and more legal around the states and I'm told comes in different levels of potency.
A few months ago, a couple of our close friends came visiting from Florida. As a gift, they gave us several cannabis gummies. We appreciated their generosity and "stashed" them away.
We had a rough day yesterday. In response to some sobering news about one of our friends and looking for faith, we started listening to Elvis gospel songs. After dinner during which we played and replayed "If I Can Dream", we decided to watch an Elvis movie to keep the vibe going and to prepare more fully for when we see the Baz version of Elvis next week.
Before the movie, Lynn brought out the gummies. We figured what the hell. We started chewing and damn, they tasted great. We took our positions on the couch and played a few more Elvis spirituals.His amazing grace is straight from God
The thing about weed is you feel the effects almost immediately. After chewing the gummies, I felt relaxed and unchanged. We picked out Jailhouse Rock which is famous for its choreography. Jailhouse Rock was made before Elvis went into the Army. He was still considered a threat to much of America who though that Rock and Roll was the Devil's music.
I remember going to the movie in the day and remembered it even more clearly after chewing and while sitting comfortably on our couch.
The theater was packed. The girls were screaming throughout the movie especially when Elvis is shirtless. They moaned when Elvis was tied to the whipping post. The word was out that Elvis was gonna have a haircut in the movie. At the time, Elvis had the most famous hair in the world. I recalled being shocked like the rest of the audience when Elvis got a butcher cut in the jailhouse to which he bad been committed for killing a man in a fistfight that was more like self defense.
I had forgotten about the gummie. Just feeling good.
The movie was progressing along smoothly in black and white and Cinemascope. Elvis playing the role of Vince Everitt had served his time and while in jail had discovered his singing talent. Upon leaving jail, Vince and his female partner started their own record label. Vince became an overnight sensation.
One night, Vince was holding a blowout party in his apartment. He had been ignoring his partner for awhile as they were getting tangled up in feelings for one another. Vince was starting to become cold hearted and was flirting with another woman when all of a sudden his partner appeared at the party and saw Vince nibbling at the neck of a blonde floozie.
She paused at the top of the stairs. Vince looked up from his nibbling and spotted her. He headed over to confront her and straighten everything out.
That's when I noticed a weird background guy.
The scene played out. The guy was in a few frames before he disappeared into the "party". Shortly after he disappeared, I asked Lynn "did you see that guy?". We might have said the same thing to each other at the same time because later a hilarious debate ensued about who had seen him first.
We agreed that we had never seen anything like him in the two seconds that he was in frame.
We wanted to make sure that our eyes weren't playing tricks on us.
"let's rewind"
We rewound the scene a couple times. Sure enough the guy was there and he was somehow stealing the scene from Vince and his partner even though he didn't say a word. His hair was stealing the scene from the hair of Elvis. Who was this guy and what was he doing in this scene much less the movie.
After watching the scene a couple of times and even twice in slow motion, we wondered if we had ever seen a guy make an appearance like that in any movie we had ever seen. We were laughing every time we looked at it.
We wondered if the guy would show up again in the movie. We watched carefully. The guy never returned. We went back to the beginning of the film and fast forwarded all the way to the party scene. We knew the guy didn't show up after the party and we discovered that the guy hadn't shown up before the party. Dude was in just that one scene for maybe two seconds during which time he sorta snapped his fingers but not quite and sorta smoked but not quite.
We began to speculate on a back story for not only the character but also for the actor playing that character. How was he cast? Who figured out where to put him in the frame? Did he ever make another movie? Was he a personal friend of Elvis? Would he show up on the credits. Had he spent the rest of his life telling his friends and relatives how he had been in Jailhouse Rock.? How during one shot, he had been framed by the stars of the movie?
We went back to the scene one more time and noticed something else. As Elvis walked over to confront his female partner, he passed several couple who were "rocking out" on the dance floor. We noticed another guy, almost as weird. This guy was wearing a suit and dancing with a blonde who seemed overjoyed to be dancing with him. The guy himself was having the time of his life. He was a big guy, in his thirties and he was having an obviously loaded ball. Elvis walked right by that couple towards the staircase upon which stood his pissed off female partner and the guy who was attempting to out hair Elvis.
We watched Elvis walk past the dancing couple a few more times. We freeze framed the delighted blonde and giggled at how exuberant/ecstatic she was while dancing for two with a very unattractive overweight guy in a bad suit. What the hell was she so happy about?
We did some quick math. If the blonde had been 30 when she was cast for the dance party she had to be close to 90 now if she had somehow survived. We imagined the auditioning for that part.
Then we went back to the guy who had first caught our attention, we watched him walk out of frame and disappear forever.
Somewhere during all this, we remembered chewing the Gummys which made us laugh even harder.
I felt more like myself than I had in years.
Then we watched Plan 9 from Outer Space which is a whole other story but nowhere near as vivid as the Gummy guy.
The next morning, we were still chortling about the Gummy guy. I decided I had to write about him. I knew that I would have a hard time describing the guy so I replayed the movie in order to take a picture of him from the teevee screen and have that serve as 1,000 words.
I got to the point where he first appears and to my shock...he wasn't there.
We had imagined the whole thing under the influence of the gummy!
Whoa.
Just kidding.
He was there. I snapped a few pictures off the screen.
Check out the Gummy Guy.
Maybe check out a legal gummy.
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Delaware does not exist
Pennsylvania does not exist also it is where the magic treehouse series takes place
new jersey does not exist but it has the highest population density you think
Georgia has barbed wire fences between the yard of your grandma’s house and the cattle fields behind it. you climb the fence to pet a cow and the owner of the ranch comes out immediately holding a large rifle. your grandma hands you a gun wrapped in a blanket which you previously thought held curtain rods. she tells you it is the same gun which Oswald shot the president from the book depository with. you know what to do.
Connecticut does not exist you always forget where it goes on the map when your 5th period English teacher requires you to draw the entire united states by memory
Massachusetts does not exist Pittsburgh Massachusetts
Maryland does not exist but it does have some nice gardens
south Carolina is a place where you vaguely remember meeting a very large turtle?
new Hampshire does not exist and you always got it mixed up with
Virginia does not exist it is also the state where the largest earthquake in history occurred you think. you are not certain as you have not checked that fact since fourth grade.
new york does not exist. the triangle shirtwaist factory��fire brought new standards of safety regulations to America. what a tragedy it was.
north Carolina is where you store your plane station. the only thing to buy at your plane station is large cups of fruit. buy those fruit cups.
Rhode island does not exist
Vermont does not exist but it is where the book nature girl takes place which is the first book you ever did a report on in middle school. you were so proud of the report when you read it the entire class applauded and cried. your teacher then told you you should quit 6th grade and live in the dome in the desert from the first season of Roswell.
kentooki is the homeland of the chicken in surfs up who inexplicably has a burning passion for surfing after his father’s untimely death
Tennessee is just a vague memory at this point. you are lucky to remember it. most people get hunted down by the Tennessee memory erasing skunk apes as soon as they leave.
Ohio is where you first drove a tractor. it was in your grandpa's backyard next to one of the sheds but not on the farm territory itself.
Louisiana does not exist but apparently according to the magic treehouse series it’s super haunted.
Indiana is THE LAND OF THE FREE BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE
Mississippi does not exist but your dad lived there in the 70s
Illinois is where you saw your 6th ufo in your life. you were flying over lake Michigan, about to land at the O’Hare International Airport on May 27th, 2017. you watched the clouds outside your airplane window as three yellow lights in a triangular formation flew into your sight, they hovered for a few seconds but were soon gone.
Alabama is a place you have been but your memories have been erased.
***also, have y’all heard witch’s rune by S.J. Tucker because that's a real good song. *****
Maine does not exist except for in your 3rd-grade math class where you graphed the weather in both Portlands.
Missouri is the most popular launch point for the Oregon Trail, Independence, Missouri. 1861 was the year in which the most people traveled the Oregon trail although at that point most people were going to California.
Arkansas exists but does it really? how confident are you in your memories of Arkansas.
Michigan is nothing to you but a series of dark hillside roads.
Florida is where you learned to talk. you wished you did not later but then you are glad you did. you sit in a dark room. it is not really dark but you choose to remember it as being dark because our memories are all basically fake anyways. you are playing with blocks in your living room while your grandparents sit at a table talking quietly. you overhear that your brother was born in St. Petersberg. there was a birth complication but that's ok because you are two and you don’t know what that means. at the hospital, there is a playroom for the kids there. there is a boy playing a Mario game there. it is the first time you have seen a video game. there is a rainbow bean bag in the corner. you choose not to sit on it and manage to wander out of the room and there is a tv in the waiting room you are in. they are still talking about Katrina. you are glad the hurricane you were in was not Katrina.
Texas is a place you wish you did not remember
Iowa is a place you only remember by its bordering fireworks sales. that’s how you know your leaving a state.
Wisconsin is overrated in your opinion
California is the first time your brother slept in a tent. unfortunately, your dad forgot the rain cover for your tent and so your tent floods at 2 in the morning in the middle of the redwoods and you sleep in the car instead.
Minnesota has the best airport you have ever been to. why the heck do they have ipads everywhere that you can just use for free? Like you don’t know if they still have them since you haven’t been there since 2010 or 11 but still.
Oregon is where you convinced all your friends that you were all witches and there was a horde of black snakes which live and travel through the wires. it is also where you went to school so that makes sense. it is also where you were camping and you got mad at your parents when you were like 12 so you ran off into the woods and you met faeries for the first time and they convinced you to go back to your campsite and were generally really nice even though faeries really get a bad rap from Tumblr. and anyways, it’s also where you saw your first ufo and its also where you were abducted by aliens for the first time.
Kansas honestly means nothing to you. you don’t even remember it. if you don’t remember it is it even real?
west Virginia doesn’t exist.
Nevada is where you launched a road trip once. it’s also where you went on route 66 for the first time. you got into a Hilton inn at like 2:06 am and you left at 6:27 the next morning so you barely spent any time at that hotel. you went to wet n’ wild Las Vegas afterward and it was really fun but unfortunately, you almost fell off of that one really steep slide because you barely met the weight requirement and you were really dumb and you jumped into it instead of sliding into it like a smart person.
Nebraska is an underrated state in your opinion. It is where you got your own room key at a best western in Ogalala in room 212. the pool had just been refilled so it was really cold but you swam in it anyways because you’re like that. there was a dragonfly in the pool and you saved it and after it dried off it repaid you for saving its life by playing a game with you since your dad refused to get in the pool because it was so cold. you raced the dragon fly around the pool and you quickly became friends. later that afternoon you couldn’t find the ice and so you asked it and it led you to it.
Colorado is where you bought some really good bread this one time in 2014. You also drove through there on a different occasion and you thought it was really pretty but you were also really distracted by a coloring book your grandma gave you.
North Dakota doesn’t exist
South Dakota is where you bought your favorite book as a young child about the conservation of the black footed ferrets. you also took lots of foggy pictures of Mount Rushmore on a disposable camera.
Montana is where you stopped at a haunted rest stop. it didn’t explicitly say it was a haunted rest stop but the faeries in the trees told you it was.
Washington is where you caught your first lizard. you were hiking on a trail in the gorge and you saw a stream nearby and there was a fallen tree across it and on top there was a blue-tailed skink.
in Idaho You collected your first Hag Stone along the banks of Snake river.
****Wonders by S.J. Tucker is also a very good song******
Wyoming is where you became friends with a stag which was stood on top of a hill which you then climbed after it and found it was looking for water since it was new to the area. you led it to your uncle’s river and in return it promised to help you and it did help you by leading you to a berry bush which had really good huckleberries.
Utah is where you stayed along the salt lake and you watched the sun set over a field of horses.
Oklahoma is somewhere you’ve been but you don’t remember being in.
New mexico is where you swam in a pool in the middle of nowhere long into the night and you were able to see the stars which are normally blocked by portland’s light pollution or currently it’s horrid wildfires. It was beautiful.
Arizona is where you hiked along a worryingly narrow area of the grand canyon.
Alaska does not exist.
Hawaii is a place I really miss if only for its passionfruit. man does it have really good passionfruit. @bbyrealm you go there a lot sneak me passionfruit thats really good back. you might want to ignore this though because its 2 am right now and that means it took me 2 hours to write this post.
#tag which state you live in and if its accurate#tag yourself#you might want to ignore florida because that one gets weird#all of these are based on true stories#very loosely based#im in oregon#america#God Bless America#united states
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i love your metas! I just discovered them today and have spent all afternoon reading them. I have two part ask, if that's okay. Firstly, do you think a sensible version of bella could survive if she recognised early on that keeping on Edward's good side was her only survival option? and secondly, on the flip side, just how unhinged do you think bella could be before edward rejected her?
Ooh, both interesting questions, anon. Let's do this.
Sane Bella and the Yandere Simulator
Last time, on The Carnivorous Muffin's ridiculous blog, we covered what would happen to a sensible Bella who realizes the Cullens are not fluffy bunnies she should take home.
The long and short, Edward eats her.
Edward's romantic interest in Bella, the thing that has him fighting his own baser nature to keep her alive, is dependent on a few things.
One of those is Bella's interest in turn.
In time, if Bella truly was not interested in him, he would eat her. Alice tells us there's only two paths for Bella: death or vampire. Leaving her and walking away is never a true option for Edward.
So, Sane Bella loses Yandere Simulator because she doesn't realize the key aspect of Yandere Simulator: You Never Say No to Yandere.
However, you point out something interesting here, that this is a sensible Bella.
Sensible people do not immediately think they're playing Yandere Simulator. You don't run across people like Edward often, there aren't many of him, and while there are red flags early in Twilight Edward did a pretty good job of making them not particularly visible.
By the time we hit Eclipse he's pretty much thrown pretending to be nice and sane out the window. Luckily for Bella, that doesn't appear to bother her as much as it should.
Bella thinking "if I don't play along with this inhuman whack job he'll eat me", is paranoid lunacy. It is not the first conclusion a reasonable person would jump to.
That it happens to be the right conclusion is irrelevant.
But alright, I'll play ball.
Paranoid Bella and the Yandere Simulator
Bella is utterly paranoid and wearing her tin foil hat when she enters Forks. She remembers Biology very well and when Edward comes back and pretends to be nice she gives him a strained smile and thinks, "This motherfucker will eat me the moment my back is turned."
Bella considers travelling back to Florida, but that would be leading Edward to her mother, more it would be very easy to find Bella if he truly wished to.
Florida isn't an option.
Bella tries to keep her distance from Edward, hard when he sits next to her in Biology, but he seems willing to ignore her. Bella calms down a little, maybe this will work out.
Bella is nearly crushed by a van, desperately pretends she definitely did not see Edward fold that van like a pretzel. Nope, no siree Bob, Bella is concussed! She then stays awake all night in terror and OH GOD HE'S CLIMBING THROUGH HER WINDOW! HE'S GOING TO EAT HER IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! HE KNOWS THAT SHE KNOWS!
Bella pretends to sleep, horrified, and Edward stays there all night. Staring.
(Edward, meanwhile, is realizing he's in love.)
Bella enters school a nervous wreck, waiting for that fateful Biology class and... Edward is studiously ignoring her. He doesn't even say hello.
Bella would be relieved, except he keeps sneaking into her bedroom at night, staring. Bella gets no sleep for weeks.
Then the blood testing happens and suddenly Edward is talking to her. He tells her they shouldn't be friends and he doesn't want to be friends, GREAT, EDWARD, THAT'S GREAT. But then it's very clear that he's after something, and Bella's spidey senses are tingling.
Edward doesn't want to be friends.
Oh, oh shit.
Suddenly, Edward sneaking into her room at night takes on a whole, new, sinister twist. First he'll rape her, then he'll eat her (or who knows, maybe vice versa, Bella certainly doesn't want to find out).
Bella is driven home by Edward (he insists) and enters the house to wheeze into a paper bag.
She thinks over her options.
Edward can crush cars, Bella trips over asphalt. Even if she wasn't Bella, there's no way she could outfight him even if she wanted to.
Edward was very concerned when he suspected that she knew, he likely still suspects and Bella's not a very good liar. Bella doesn't want to find out what happens to her if Edward realizes she really does know.
Edward appears to have a romantic interest in her. Does Bella really have the option of saying no?
Bella, still wheezing in her bag, comes to what seems like an inevitable decision. She must humor Edward at all costs. For the sake of her family, of her own life, she must play into his romantic overtures. Bella can't act but now, her life depends on it.
Well, Bella still can't act, but luckily for her Edward doesn't care.
Edward just thinks Bella's very jumpy, a little nervous and shy, and just plain weird (given he thinks Bella's just plain weird in canon this is not too far from normal events).
So Bella gets to live in terror for things like the meadow, where Edward talks about how easy it would be to eat her, how he contemplated murdering Biology in cold blood to eat her in the most efficient manner, how he loathed her for daring to smell delicious, how Alice warned him there was a good chance of him eating Bella in the meadow today, all while pressing his cheek against her hammering heartbeat.
"AH HA HA HA HA, EDWARD, YOU'RE SO CHARMING."
Edward invites Bella to the house. These creepy, man eating, people all meet her with smiles. Edward has composed her a lullaby. One of them, Alice, tells Bella they're going to be best friends.
"AH HA HA HA HA, EDWARD YOUR FAMILY IS SO NICE."
In other words, somehow, all of Twilight still happens because Bella is terrified of saying no.
At least, until Volterra. Given Bella's being hunted by Victoria, even had Bella not gone cliff diving eventually Alice would see her eaten and then black out as the wolves chased off Victoria instead.
Bella spends New Moon having a great time. Mostly. The Cullens are finally gone, she's free, she spends weeks on edge thinking they might come back.
Just when she starts to relax, fucking Laurent shows up and learns Victoria's trying to kill her. Because of Edward, because of course, it's always about Edward. WHY ARE VAMPIRES ALWAYS TRYING TO KILL HER?!
Regardless, Alice shows up and goes, "Bella, my god, you're alive!" And Bella dies inside. Alice Cullen is back. Oh no.
Bella pretends she's thrilled to see her. Alice, her best friend, her favorite demon. Hurray. Alice fills Bella in on the New Moon scoop, Bella pretends to be very invested. Then Alice gets the vision.
Edward has decided to commit suicide via the Volturi.
Bella has no problem with this, unfortunately, she realizes that Alice clearly has a problem with this. Alice fully expects Bella to run off to Italy to save Fucking Edward.
Once again, Bella isn't sure she's allowed to say no.
Bella runs to Italy, finds herself saving Edward's life, and then she's brought before the Volturi where she might very well be executed because Edward Cullen happened to involve her in this mess.
BELLA NEVER WANTED TO BE HERE.
Bella snaps. She's crying, she just can't take it anymore, and she finally loses her shit at Edward. SHE NEVER LOVED HIM! HE IS SCARY AND WON'T LEAVE HER ALONE! IF THEY'RE GOING TO KILL HER JUST DO IT NOW BECAUSE SHE CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.
Aro watches Bella's mental breakdown in utter amazement. Naturally, while Marcus suspected something was funky with those two, Aro did not see this coming from Edward's perspective.
Aro offers Bella her out, it is unfortunately death or vampire, but vampire is very much an option and Aro will offer Bella sanctuary in the Volturi.
Bella takes that offer and runs with it.
Edward is devastated and blindsided.
Somehow, neither he nor Alice saw this one coming.
But to answer your question: Paranoid Bella survives Yandere Simulator By Defecting to the Volturi
How Unhinged Does Bella Have to Be For Edward to Dump Her?
He won't.
Remember, Edward in canon thinks there's something legitimately wrong with Bella. She doesn't think like normal people, she always makes the least rational choice, and he can't hear her thoughts.
Edward doesn't think Bella's gifted just that she's... different. (Bella, hilariously, immediately picks up that Edward's calling her a freak. Edward backtracks hard on that one.)
Bella's decisions also become increasingly ridiculous as the series goes on.
She stabs herself in the middle of a battle, she insists on having sex with him while human, she consorts with shapeshifters (to Edward this is lunacy), she picked up motorcycle riding, she threw herself off a cliff, she ran from his sweet protection to the reservation, she believes he doesn't love her, and she doesn't want to get married.
I imagine Edward thinks there isn't anywhere left for Bella to go. She's left the planet, unhinged is her middle name.
But none of that matters.
I already linked the Edward/Bella post I always link near the top so I'll just recap. For Edward, it's all about the blood, the silence, and the projection.
An unhinged Bella is still a delicious and silent Bella. He can still pretend she's Carlisle.
Even if Bella became addicted to cocaine, and ruined that sweet scent, it wouldn't tarnish her memory. He'd nurse her back to health, then eat her so she never relapses.
That's the trouble with Edward/Bella, it's not about Bella, not at all. You could replace her with sweet smelling cardboard and Edward would not notice a difference.
#twilight#twilight meta#twilight headcanon#twilight renaissance#edward cullen#anti edward cullen#bella swan#edward/bella#anti edward/bella#alice cullen#anti alice cullen#the volturi#aro#meta#headcanon#opinion
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What do you think the Cullens would do if some person they were talking to, out of nowhere just quite literally exploded in front of, and on them? Kinda like in that movie Spontaneous. Would they lose control and slurp up the mess on the ground, (and themselves) or would their bloodlust be curtailed by shock of wtf just happened?
I'd say something witty about how this is a strange anon to receive, but holy jesus you've sent me down a rabbithole.
Here's a trailer to the movie Spontaneous. It looks amazing. Kevin Feige wishes this had been his plot for Infinity War.
Here's a trailer for the movie Spontaneous Combustion, which I found by accident while searching for your fic. This looks amazing too. Can't believe Marvel didn't buy the rights to this guy.
I'm serious, people, you definitely want to watch these trailers. I just about died laughing.
So, on to your ask.
In the spirit of your ask, which implies a level of randomness, I thought the people blowing up should be random too. So, being in the mood to procrastinate through spending way too much time on tumblr things, I wrote a program that'll generate for me random Twilight characters.
Unsure whether the explosion should kill vampires or not, I generated an answer. The answer is yes, any generated vampire dies.
Without further ado:
Alice watches Vladimir blow up.
Alright, alright.
The first question to be answered here is why Alice is in Vladimir's presence in the first time. In canon they only meet once, at the end of Breaking Dawn.
For the sake of simplicity, we'll have Vladimir blow up then.
The Cullens and the witnesses are all celebrating being alive, when Vladimir suddenly explodes.
For the sake of the ask, Alice is sitting closest to him when this happens and making conversation.
Her first thought is utter shock. Not just that he blew up, but that she didn't see it coming (she wouldn't, because I randomly generated him. No decision was made). Her second thought is horror.
The Cullens just confronted the Volturi, now mere hours afterwards their allies are blowing up.
Holy fuck, Aro has a gifted ace up his sleeve, and he's using it to kill them remotely.
Panic ensues, not just for Alice, but among all the witnesses. Some of them refuse to leave, Bella has to shield those 24/7, though given the belief that her gift is psychic that doesn't make them feel very safe.
The others decide to go after the Volturi and beg for mercy, assuring them they never meant to challenge them.
Aro, of course, is very confused, but agrees. Why, yes, he does have a vampire who blows people up. Yes, yes he does.
Bella watches Aro blow up.
Oh I'm dying laughing at this one. And wishing I'd put this down for Carlisle, that would be even funnier, but alright.
Bella is walking about post-Breaking Dawn, minding her own business, when suddenly Aro appears in front of her. He looks around himself, utterly surprised by his sudden deplacement, and then blows up.
Bella has been living in terror of this man for years.
In Volterra he had his servant torture her and Edward and then made ominious threats, then a few months later the Eclipse disaster unfolded, finally we have Breaking Dawn where he showed up to murder her and everyone she loved.
Her shield may be powerful, but for as long as Aro was alive her family was never truly safe.
His untimely implosion changes all of that.
I imagine after a long moment of incredulity, Bella burns the rubble, just to be sure, then tells her family the joyous news.
Carlisle gives the guy a funeral. It's weird.
Carlisle watches Vassilii blow up.
Close call, due to my not switching out the names we almost had Angela. In which case Carlisle have stood there, covered in blood and in shock for several long seconds, before bringing out the bleach and gasoline for a crime scene clean.
As it is, Carlisle is minding his own business when suddenly an immortal child dressed like a medieval Eastern European appears before him. It says something in a foreign language that might mean "hi", he doesn't know but he says "hi" to it back, then the child blows up.
Carlisle stares at the rubble for a very long time, wondering if he is perhaps losing his mind. If, perhaps, Aro was right about animal blood being a slow suicide, and Carlisle has finally hit the limit for how long a vampire can go on without human blood.
He burns the rubble and prays for the child's soul, as an immortal child is doomed anyway, and keeps his silence about what happened. In part because there's a solid chance this was all in his imagination.
If Aro ever touches his hand again, and sees the immortal child that he burned a thousand years earlier resurrect, travel through time, all in order to blow up in front of Carlisle, he... well there comes a point where you say "nothing to see here" and refuse eye contact with the universe glitching.
Edward watches Randall blow up.
Randall, for the ignorants, is one of Carlisle's friends that came to witness for the Cullens in Breaking Dawn.
Suddenly he appears in front of Edward, says hi and how do you do, and then he blows up.
Edward tells Carlisle, who is saddened by this, and they try to piece the guy together. They fail.
Edward sends a somber thought to this noble man who agreed with Edward that the Cullens are awesome enough to be worth dying for.
Emmett watches Mary blow up.
Emmett will never admit it, but it's the coolest, raddest thing he's ever seen.
Esme watches Eleazar blow up.
Oh boy.
The Cullens are visiting the Denali. Irina has not been dead for long, but given the crystal clear memory of vampires, and the loss they already suffered (Sasha's death traumatized them) it doesn't really matter how long it's been, the Denali are devastated anyway.
The whole coven is as fragile as it can possibly get.
Then, Eleazar goes to join Esme in the kitchen, and explodes all over her and the kitchen.
The remaining Denali and the Cullens are called to the kitchen by the sound of Esme's screaming, and find her in hysterics, surrounded by gray rubble.
The Denali are near catatonic with grief at this point, while cooking has been ruined for Esme. One moment you're making food, the next people are exploding all over your kitchen.
Yeah.
Esme is not okay.
Jasper watches Nahuel blow up.
It's a shameful moment in his life.
But, hybrids are edible.
And that blood was splattered all over him.
Jasper has the worst control fail of his life, worse even than when he failed with Bella because this fail means he can't be around Renesmée anymore.
It's miserable all around.
The one highlight here is that it didn't happen when they were headed to the Volturi trial together.
Rosalie watches Emmett blow up.
Jesus christ, random Twilight character generator, just when I thought you were just going to give me boring results.
Not only does Rosalie lose the love of her life, the guy who kept her together, the one good thing she had going for her who made her life worth living, but he did so right in front of her, blowing up out of nowhere.
There's no explanation to be had, no culprit to be found, no reason for it. She had no goodbye, just as she can have no revenge.
She will never have closure.
Renesmée watches Renée blow up.
We go out on a high note, my god. Well done, generator, I'm laughing.
Renesmée is curious enough about her grandmother to go to Florida. She was going to watch from afar, but finds herself talking to the woman who raised her mother.
It's all going well until Renée suddenly explodes all over Renesmée.
Renesmée's first thought is nothing, she's in shock.
Then...
Well, she was controlled as an infant, so I don't think an adult Renesmée would lose it unless under extreme circumstances, like if she encountered a singer.
More, though, Renesmée might have any reasons of her own not to drink human blood, but she has been raised with this being a big no-no.
So she shouldn't.
However...
Is she ever going to get a better chance?
Ethically, she could easily argue this is the right choice. No one will be negatively affected by this, at least not directly.
The human is right there, already dead, and there's no body so while Renesmée does have to clean up the gore. Hell, if she laps up the blood on her clothes and the ground she will be cleaning up. Why waste perfectly good blood?
If Renesmée Cullen is ever going to have human blood, this is it.
It will come down to how much she respects her grandfather, and how important she believes Renée was to Bella.
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Bonus, because I'm having way too much fun with this:
Bree watches Atheonodora blow up.
Bree is minding her own business when suddenly a vampire unlike any she has ever seen before, one with hazy eyes and odd skin, appears before her. They stare at each other. Then the woman blows up.
Bree takes this to mean that exploding is apparently something vampires just do sometimes, runs off in a panic and, sobbing, tells Riley.
Riley, having no idea what to make of any of this, tells her it was those evil yellow-eyes with their witchcraft and sorcery.
#twilight#twilight meta#twilight renaissance#jasper hale#alice cullen#edward cullen#esme cullen#emmett cullen#carlisle cullen#rosalie cullen#renesmée cullen#renée dwyer#bella swan#aro#athenodora#bree tanner#vladimir#nahuel#randall#mary#vasillii
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invisible string | dreamwastaken
(requested plot by red string of fate soulmate au, dream is still a streamer, reader has commitment issues, dream just wants someone to love, chat is the best wingman, sapnap and george try but they suck, reader is timid but dream makes them feel brave, taylor swift references, this is not very deep or poetic at all, i don’t like typing y/n so after this i’m going to move to ___)
listen to: invisible string by taylor swift
In kindergarten, red strings were simply a crafting tool, and teachers never mentioned how much pain they would eventually bring.
Because when they appear, from a child’s eighteenth birthday and beyond, they tighten like a godforsaken high school ring that came in one size too small. Like the universe is a child tugging their mother towards the ice cream truck, you’re pulled around central Florida, passes faces you can’t memorize and voices too garbled to hear.
The string knows where you need to go, and when.
And you’re at the park, feeding ducks and trying to ignore that incessant pull that tugs at your pinky, when you hear it.
It’s a voice you know only because it’s a voice that’s been in your house before. At least, through your brother’s tablet screen. Some gamer online — a streamer, with a distinct wheezing laugh that you’d recognize anywhere.
And you do. Behind you.
You risk a small peak, and your heart drops into your chest. He’s tall. Too tall to not intimidate you. And his sandy hair is wavy, curling at the collar of his sweatshirt, falling perfectly into place when he runs his hands through it. When he does, you see it, the red string.
Which means he could see it too. All he’d have to do is turn around.
But you’re not ready. You haven’t been, not since you watched your cousin get rejected on her eighteenth birthday. Since you watched a string of fate get clipped in front of you, like the three fates had finally had enough of your cousin’s happiness.
It was enough to make you curl into yourself, and reject the natural pull set before you. So you run, and you try not to think of what would’ve happened if he saw you before you saw him. You try not to feel the clippers, but the blade feels tangible against your skin.
You don’t stop running until you arrive home.
“Hey chat, just wanted to do a few practice runs and catch up with you guys,” Dream mumbles into the mic, already restarting his game after deciding he didn’t like his seed. The donos begin rolling in, even before Sapnap and George have unmuted, so Dream flits his eyes to the display screen, subconsciously reading along with the text-to-speech voice, “Dream, what if we shared a string of fate? Ahaha, just kidding... unless... love you bestie.”
Dream chuckles, “Actually chat, I felt a tug today! Isn’t that weird? I was actually reading up on what that could mean, and it seems like either my soulmate is in a lot of distress, or they were in my vicinity. I’m hoping, for their sake, it’s the second one. How would you even comfort a soulmate if all you can do is tug on a stupid string?”
“Simp!” George finally unmutes just to be annoying, and Dream knows soulmates are a touchy spot for him, considering he wasn’t given a string on his eighteenth. Which is strange, but not impossible. Of course, chat doesn’t know this, because it would give them more hope of becoming George’s metaphorical soulmate, but it certainly makes for awkward conversations once Dream and Sapnap get into their own soulmate bonds.
“I’m not simping, George!” Dream feels a bit defensive, because he’s genuinely just curious. He has no interest in meeting his soulmate right now. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He has his streams, and his friends, and chat. He’s fine.
[abbywastaken donated $10: dream why don’t you go back to where you felt the pull and see if you feel it again? that’s how i found my soulmate. okay luv u bye.]
“Thanks, Abby. Love you, too. Um, honestly I was in a pretty public place, so I don’t know if they would even come back anytime soon. Also, this is Orlando, right? Tourists are everywhere.”
Sapnap snorts, and Dream thinks it’s funny, since he’s in the other room. “Just say you’re a coward and go.”
“I’m not!” Dream says. “It was just a small pull, okay? It wasn’t even a big deal.”
He feels another lurch when he says that, but this one is in his chest. It taps against his heart, a quick reminder that it beats for someone else, and he needs to watch his words. “Okay, it was a big deal. Sort of. I’ll go tomorrow, okay chat?”
Chat is spamming all types of messages, from encouragement to jealousy. Dream manages to read off a few donos and create his first nether portal of the stream. He answers as they appear, eyes scanning for a fortress. “No, I didn’t see them… I’m not telling you guys where I was, that’s weird… I’m wearing a sweatshirt and jeans… Hi, Sarah and Patrick…”
He trails off as the donos do, and works at getting blaze rods. George is talking about a riddle he just learned, and he’s trying to trick Sapnap into saying something stupid.
Lost in his own thoughts, he finally closes the stream after a hasty goodbye. “What if I missed my chance?” He asks the two boys on the other line.
“It’s a string of fate, Dream,” George says. “You didn’t miss your chance.”
“Maybe they saw how ugly you are and ran away,” Sapnap says, completely joking, but the thought lingers in Dream’s head.
Did they feel the tug, and run away?
You pour cereal for yourself, and when your brother shuffles into the kitchen, you make him a bowl as well.
He’s eleven, and as little brothers go, he’s pretty chill. Aside from the inappropriate jokes and hogging the bathroom when you have to get ready for work, you like hanging around with him.
You pass him his bowl, and he grins. “I’m gonna watch Dream’s new video on the TV, since mom’s not home.”
You furrow your brows. Dream must be one of the dozens of streamers he likes. Maybe one of his friends will be in chat with him, and you will be able to connect a voice to a face. “Can I sit with you?”
He gives you an odd look, and it’s true, you don’t ask to watch videos with him often. “I guess.”
You eat a spoonful of cereal and settle into the couch while he gets everything ready. He clicks on a lime green icon of a little white blob man, and when the first video appears, you’re taken aback by the voice.
That’s the voice you heard. It’s this one, out of all the random men yelling about a block game. It’s Dream.
“Why doesn’t he show his face?” You manage, wanting information about the person that shares your string.
“What?”
“Like, he’s handsome, right? Why doesn’t he have a facecam?”
Your brother snorts. “Handsome? He’s never shown his face, Y/n. Don’t you know who Dream is? He’s like, super famous.”
“Oh.” You think of his golden hair, as sunny and soft as the glow around his entire being. His voice right now, joyous as he gets chased by his friends. “I mean, I don’t keep up with streamers.”
He begins to explain Dream and his friends, along with lore in their role play server, and it’s all interesting enough that you sit and listen, holding on to the little bits of information you can collect about your soulmate.
You file these facts in a secluded corner of your brain and try to make a whole person, along with the hair and the laugh and the intense music he plays as he gets hunted by his friends.
By nightfall, you’re following all of his socials and binge-watching his old streams, holding on to the way he speaks to his friends, and the fond way he replies to donos.
[dreamwastaken is live!]
You click on it, bundled underneath your covers as if someone might see you and find out your secret.
“Hi, chat! I know I was just live yesterday, but I cut it too short and wanted to come talk to you guys.”
He uses his avatar to wave at the screen, and it’s kind of an adorable sight.
[gogysimp donated $25: did you go see your soulmate?]
Your heart stops. Does he know? Did he see you? Or even worse, has he already found someone else, and he just hasn’t severed the tie?
“No!” Dream’s laugh pulls you out of your worries. “I was busy with meetings today, actually. And I was too nervous. Sapnap also refused to come with me, so I’m just going to go another day.”
So he didn’t see you. He just knows you were there.
You click the donate tab before you can stop yourself.
[y/n donated $1: would you reject your soulmate if you didn’t like them?]
Dream mumbles the question, and you try to ignore the way your heart deflates when he skips saying your name. “I don’t think so,” he states plainly. “I mean, logically, a soulmate would be your other half, so I wouldn’t not like them. But I know some people just don’t click, or there are other issues. So, I don’t know. I guess the only thing I can say is that I don’t want to reject them. And I hope they don’t reject me. I mean, imagine finding out your soulmate is a Minecraft Youtuber. That would be pretty weird…”
You giggle to yourself as he trails off and answers another donation. So he’s against rejection. Okay. Maybe you have a chance.
[kyra donated $60: i’m your soulmate.]
“Meet me where you felt the tug, then,” Dream says sassily. “Chat, don’t be weird, okay? I can’t control who my soulmate is, and I don’t want you guys to exclude them if they become a pat of my life.”
Oh, you think. So his chat is vocal about their opinions, and apparently they mean a lot to him. You shiver despite your warm position and imagine how annoying you might seem to his loyal viewers: someone who only knew about him because of their brother.
Insecurity pushes against your chest, so you close the stream and push your phone away, hoping to forget this ever happened, that maybe you won’t have to deal with the inevitable if you don’t think about it.
Yogurt Barn isn’t the first place on your list of dream jobs, but it has decent pay and helps you pay off student loans, so you appreciate it nonetheless. The teal sweatshirt they gave you as a uniform keeps you warm as you scoop the frozen treats.
Your coworker, a girl named Madison, is busy manning the counter, so you check each flavor and refill the ones running empty.
“Can I ask you a question?” Madison met her soulmate, Anna, only days after she got her string. It was a textbook romance, two people meant for each other, no doubt in anyone’s mind. She might be able to help you now. That is, if you can even admit to who your soulmate is.
“What’s up?”
“I felt the tug,” you say, avoiding her eyes in favor of restacking the medium cups.
“No way!” Madison is perky in a way that makes you want to be included. You like this about her. “Did you see them? Did you talk to them?”
“He—” You want to say that the part of him you saw was perfect, enough to keep you up when you should be dreaming. But reality is nothing if not disappointing. “I ran.”
“Y/n…” Madison gives you a stern look — like a mother finding out their child didn’t defrost the chicken in time. “Why would you run?”
“I don’t want to be rejected.” The magenta swirls painted onto the walls are a stark change to the clay sidewalks of the strip mall. “And before you say he wouldn’t… It’s happened to my cousin. It’s possible.”
Madison frowns. “But that can’t be the only reason, right? I mean, we all know someone who has been rejected. It’s usually not the end of the world for them.”
“He’s a famous streamer,” you blurt, and you’re thankful the shop is as empty as it is. Just the words themselves sound fake.
Madison snorts. “Like, gaming? That’s what’s holding you back? He’s a gamer?”
“I don’t care that he’s a gamer!” You hiss. “I care that he has a loyal fanbase who more than likely all want to be his soulmate!”
“You can’t say that for certain,” Madison says. “I mean, everyone knows about the soulmate system. If you watch someone and don’t feel the pull, you know they aren’t your soulmate, right? So why wouldn’t they accept you?”
“I don’t know,” you say. “I’m just scared. I mean, he’s got this huge following and everything and I’m just me. I work in a yogurt shop for goodness’ sake.”
You head into the back to grab more cups, and the bell rings, signaling a new customer.
“Welcome to Yogurt Barn, what can I get for you?” Madison’s customer service voice pricks your ears.
You sift through the boxes to find the smaller cups and listen to the customer’s order. “Can I have a strawberry cone?”
Your string pulls, that same familiar voice filling your head, not on the screen but once again just a few feet away. He’s infiltrating your life, so close you could reach out and touch him, but it’s such a terrifying thought that you set down the cups.
You tear off your apron, and run into the break room to grab a water and calm yourself down.
It’s ten minutes before Madison comes back to find you. “Hey, are you okay? You disappeared.”
You take a deep breath and stare at the poster on the wall. It’s brightly colored, with a walking yogurt cup waving and reminding employees to wash their hands before scooping. “That was him. The guy— the pull— Dream— I can’t— Does he know? Is he following me?”
“It’s okay,” Madison runs her hand down your back. “It’s okay. He isn’t following you. When the pull starts it tends to draw the couple together until they meet. He probably doesn’t know it’s you.”
You nod and take your breaths in gulps. “Okay. Yeah, you’re right. You’re right.”
“Why don’t you go home early, okay?”
Dream is live again.
Fresh out of the shower, you pull a t-shirt over your body and burrow into your blankets. Earbuds in, you try to focus on the sound of his voice, ignoring every ounce of anxiety that’s been riddling your mind.
“Hi, chat. I’m gonna practice speed runs again. I think George is joining soon.”
You open the chat and scroll through the emotes, clicking the ones you like and sending them, just to calm yourself down.
[kylo donated $5: did you find your soulmate?]
Dream laughs. The sound makes your chest tighten with longing. Your fingers ache. “Actually, I went to the place I felt the pull again. I dunno what I was expecting, but they didn’t show up. But after that, I was running some errands and I felt it, chat! I felt the pull again.”
He trails off while his character starts to look for a lava pool. “I feel discouraged but I don’t want to like, chase them, you know? I don’t want to scare them off.”
You click the donation tab again.
[y/n donated $1: maybe your soulmate heard your voice and got scared of you because they watch your videos.]
It’s not the total truth, but it might help him sleep better. You don’t want him to feel discouraged, but you can’t bring yourself to follow the pull.
“That could be a possibility…” Dream crafts a portal and sends his character through. “But I wish I could talk to them. I wish I could tell them that it’s okay. Like, we don’t have to rush into anything.”
[y/n donated $1: They probably wish they could talk to you too]
“Thanks, Y/n.” He sucks in a breath as soon as he says your name. The Minecraft pause screen appears and the sound of a discord call can be heard.
Your heart pounds in your chest. Something about him saying your name just solidified everything. Your arms feel hot and cold all at once, like you’ve just been thrown in a frozen lake. He has to be feeling it too.
“Chat, I gotta go, okay? I’ll try to stream again soon.”
“Hello?” A sleepy voice comes in through Dream’s earbuds.
“George! Their name is Y/n!” Dream is so excited, his voice raising a few octaves as he talks. “Someone donated with that name and I felt like, super weird. I didn’t feel it until I said the name out loud.”
“That’s crazy,” George says, monotone but supportive. “Do you think the dono is actually them?”
“I don’t know,” Dream scrolls through their past donos and quickly screenshots each one. “I mean, they definitely could be.”
He shares the pictures in their group chat.
George hums. “It sounds like they’re trying to tell you how they feel without admitting that it’s them. Where did you say you felt a pull?”
“At the park, and at the yogurt shop down the road.”
“So go there again. Maybe all they need is a little courage. If you feel the pull this time, you should follow it.”
Dream thinks about it for a moment before finally agreeing. He changes the subject to their next jackbox stream, and George is now happily talking about how they’re going to team up against Sapnap.
He goes into Sapnap’s room that night. He sits on his desk chair while Sapnap sits cross legged on his bed, scrolling through his phone. “Do you wanna get frozen yogurt tomorrow? My treat.”
“Hell yeah!”
The new strawberry-lemonade custard is a hit. Not only are the colors aesthetically pleasing for the teenagers who want a nice snapchat story, but there was a promotional coupon in the mail that has people lining up to the door.
“It’s not even that good,” you tell Madison while the two of you are on break. You’re both using a sample spoon to try out the new summer flavors, and in your opinion, strawberry-lemonade isn’t even the best one. “Blood orange is better.”
Madison wrinkles her nose. “No, blue raspberry is best.”
“It’s sour, though,” you say.
“Guys! Break’s over and you’ve got a line!” Your manager stares disapprovingly at the cups of custard the both of you are indulging in.
“We’re coming.” You toss the cup into the trash and walk out, scratching at the sudden itch on your pinky finger.
Pulling on your gloves, you grab a scoop and address the first customer, “Welcome to Yogurt Barn.”
“Hi!”
You still like you’ve been caught stealing on camera. You look up, hand clutching the scoop so tightly you can feel the cold steel through your gloves.
It’s Dream.
It’s him. He’s tall, and his hair is a sunshine blond, dark at the roots and curling beneath his ears. And his freckles… little spots all across his cheeks so endearing that you get a little distracted staring at them.
Then he’s talking, and you have to focus on his jade-green eyes, not his lips, which are a warm pink. “It’s you.”
You blink. Fear strikes your spine and you drop the scoop. “I gotta go.”
“Wait!” Dream calls, just as Madison shouts your name.
You exit out the back door again. Your heart is pounding against your chest, ribs expanding, and all you can hear is the sound of your name coming out of his lips, just last night through a screen.
“Y/n?” Only it’s in front of you, a few feet away, and he’s searching your eyes for any reassurance that you won’t run away again. That you won’t reject him. “That’s your name right?” He keeps talking, a nervous smile flitting across his face. “The donos? That was you?”
You can see the string now, red and blaring, tightening with each step Dream takes. It’s signing off your fate, for better or for worse, and you can’t fathom why he’s trying so hard, why he cares so much.
It’s hot in Florida but you feel cold, chilled to the bone. You straighten up. You figure you owe it to him to look up in the eye.
He leaves you breathless, eyes shining in the sun. “It was me,” you say. “You’re Dream.”
“Clay, actually,” he says. His smile widens, and it’s magnificently bold. He’s triumphant, just from your reply, and that alone gives you the slightest bit of hope.
“Clay,” you say. “I’m— I’m not— I don’t know if I’m ready.”
“You don’t have to be.” Clay is quick to reply, hands open and palms up. It’s a complete surrender — putting it all in your hands. “We don’t have to announce it. We don’t have to be anything at all, if you need time. But I would like to be your friend. If— If that’s okay.”
But you want to be close to him. The draw of your strings pulling each other closer and closer makes you want to wrap your arms around him. If he hasn’t rejected you, maybe you can do this. “I– I want to be more than friends, but I’m terrified of you rejecting me. I’m afraid of the string getting cut.”
Clay set his brows, “I won’t let that happen. We’re connected. Fate, ya know?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, and it’s a sigh of relief. “Okay. Maybe I’ll give you my number?”
“I’ll give you mine!” Clay is animated, holding out his hand for your phone. “That way you can text me when you’re ready.”
The red string shines like gold in the Florida sun, and when your fingertips brush, it burns with a satisfying warmth.
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it's not like this with other people-dream x gn!reader
HELLO!!!So this whole scene is basically from a book called "Normal People'' by Sally Rooney (there is also a TV adaptation). I became obsessed with this scene and started to play with it in my head. I literally opened this account just to share this don’t know if i’ll do another one but if you like it lmk!! it’s my first time writing anything like this hope y’all like it and all the credit for the scenes and like 2 lines goes to Sally Rooney I just interpreted some things ANYWAY ENJOY
warnings: party atmosphere, risque??? mention of the word drugs and narcotic, my grammar
angst to fluff
I could feel the hotness of Florida. The heat waves seemed inescapable just like my thoughts surrounding Dream. It was weird he was next to me, laughing with his friends, the furious key clicks were hard to ignore but I couldn’t reach him. Last night was...a rollercoaster. I felt everything, my heartbeat rising, I also very much felt his heartbeat rise as well even though his body left mine before I could pull him any closer.
Flashback
The music was extremely loud, you could smell the sweat,drugs, what someone ate before they came here. I was getting pushed and I lost Dream while trying to get a drink for us. I started to search for his eyes. He was very tall and finding a giant in a room isn’t that hard. However, I started to feel overwhelmed by the crowd and every step I took made me more anxious.
I looked for him. How can finding a giant be this hard? I was getting pushed around even more. Losing my balance at times. I held on to my drinks as if they were treasure. The trip I made to get them made them very valuable to me. It felt like I was drowning in the crowd until I met his eyes. I might not have 10/10 vision and the LED lights aren't helping my case either but I knew that they were his. Those green eyes that make me go down on my knees. The same eyes that provide me such security, can slow my heart rate down even from afar. I could feel myself calm down. He started to make his way towards me, fighting the dancing crowd.
He finally approached me, leaned into my ear “Thank you” he said. I don’t get him on the dance floor as much as I like to so I took this as an opportunity to dance with him. I took his hand as “You’re Mine” by Oscar and the Wolf started playing. I pulled him closer and felt his cologne. “What are you doing?'' he asked laughing. “You don’t dance with me as much. Just took the opportunity.” I said to him, smiling. The song gave him a little more confidence and before I could even comprehend the beat of the music he pulled me closer. My chest was beating against his, to not give him immediate satisfaction I turned around. Danicng with my back on him and tilting my head for him to have access to my neck. He saw this as an opportunity to tease me and have his lips ghost my neck. After more dancing with my back on him, I heard him grunt as he turned me around. It was back to how we found each other. I could feel his heartbeat and also mine. His green eyes staring me down.
When you know someone very well you find out their emotions are displayed deeply in their eyes. I could see that he wanted it but I could also see his battle. He lost the battle, backing away when I leaned forward to kiss him. I was stunned, felt betrayed. Even though I knew what was going on in his head, I felt defeated that he didn’t feel enough for another step. He looked at me one last time and left me.
I kept going back to what he made me feel like. My head was spinning from relieving that moment in my head over and over again. I got up from his bed,his laugh stopped abruptly when he saw me get up “One minute guys.” he said to the boys.
“Where are you going?” he asked, getting up from his desk. “Home.” I replied while gathering my things. “I can drive you home.” it almost sounded like he was begging for something. I smiled weakly at him “No, thanks I’ll walk” “It’s extremely hot Y/N” he countered. I wanted him to beg a little more so I could have more satisfaction but I didn’t understand what he wanted out of me staying so I didn’t continue the argument. “I’ll be fine, Dream plus you guys are having fun.” I argued pointing to his monitor. He sighed “No one is live or recording anything they’ll be fine.” It was my turn to sigh now “Ok well I’m leaving. Bye.” I said as I turned around to go to the door but he caught my arm, stopping me.
He looked at me with pleading eyes “I think it’s obvious that I don’t want you to leave.” After that I felt crushed, my voice was taken away from me, I let my head fall down and in a tiny voice I replied “I don't find it obvious what you want Dream.” I said as he tilted my chin up. That made my voice come back “I don’t know what you want. I don’t know if you want this.” I said feeling angry and pushing myself away from him. However I didn’t expect him to come forward. Almost pushing me against the wall. “I really wanted you to kiss me last night.” I said, raising my voice. “I wanted to kiss you too Y/N” he replied in a rather softer voice compared to mine. “Then why didn’t you Dream? You had the chance why didn’t you.” He looked down, proving that I was right. “I am sick of playing this game”
“What do you want?” I ask him “I want you. I want to tell you everything, I want to kiss you whenever I feel like it, I want you. I want these feelings to be solved cause I am getting lost in my own emotions because it’s not like this with other people. With other people it’s easy to figure it all out but with you. I-. That’s why I didn’t kiss you Y/N. I wanted to understand what I feel.” I took a step forward and reached for his hand, pulling him closer. “Well you are lucky cause I like you a lot more than other people.” I whispered to him and he giggled. He pushes me lightly against the wall and leans down. His lips feel soft against mine at first. As I assert my dominance his movements get harsher, fighting for his dominance. I give into him easily, he has a narcotic effect on me. And in that moment I feel every frustration go away as if he is kissing my vicious thoughts from last night from my head. We pull away to take a few deep breaths. He recollects his breath “I need to go to the boys” I nod “Please don’t leave.” I smile at him
“I’ll stay.”
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“Thirteen” Tips on Writing Jewish Characters / Some Jewish Identity Stuff Explained
So you want to write a Jewish character, but don’t want to write a caricature? Or are worried they won’t register as Jewish to readers, or something will be off or wrong? Well I, friendly (virtual) neighborhood Jewish professional, am here to help!
Note: The Jewish community is made up of roughly 14 million people worldwide with all sorts of backgrounds, practices, life circumstances, and beliefs. I’m just one American Jew, but I’ve had exposure to Jewishness in many forms after living in 3.5 states (at several different population densities/layouts), attending Jewish day school and youth groups, doing Jewish college stuff, and landing a job at a Jewish non-profit. I’m speaking specifically in an American or Americanish context, though some of this will apply elsewhere as well.
Let’s start with the word “Jew.” It’s not inherently a slur, but can absolutely be used as one. I am a Jew. You can call me a Jew, just not a Jew. Like most minority groups, there are slurs against us, but Jew is the proper demonym. It can be used disrespectfully as a noun, but isn’t inherently disrespectful. Think “Chava is a Jew” versus “You’re being such a Jew.”
1a. Any use of Jew as a verb by gentiles (non-Jews) is not okay. Your Jewish characters should be horrified by someone telling them they “Jewed down the price.”
1b. Any use of Jewess by gentiles is not okay and your Jewish character should not be cool with it.
1c. Many Jews would actively prefer to be called such because that’s what we are and “Jewish person” is stepping away from our Jewishness. But I get that not everybody is going to be comfortable calling us Jews. That’s okay, and “Jewish person/people” or “X is Jewish” is TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE.
1d. With that said, Jewish people refers to ourselves as Jews. If Sarah is Jewish but is squicked about referring to herself as a Jew, your Jewish readers will immediately know she’s written by a gentile.
1e. Actual slurs against Jews is a post for another time (did you know K*ke literally means circle?).
Your Jewish-American character likely does not speak Hebrew, Yiddish, Ladino, or any other Judeo-Language (languages that are a mix of Hebrew and at least one other language, typically written in the Hebrew abjad). Three notes on this, however:
2a. If your character is an immigrant or the child of an immigrant, they might speak the Judeo-language of the old country. The most common will be Israeli-Americans speaking Hebrew, but families still speaking Yiddish, Ladino, Judeo-Arabic, and other families do still exist. The children of Jewish immigrants might also speak another language that isn’t a Jewish one, like Russian or Spanish.
2b. If they are in a VERY religious Ashkenazi community, they might speak Yiddish at home and in the community.
2c. Odds are decent, however, that your American Jew can read but not understand Hebrew. If your character went to Jewish Day School or Yeshiva, they definitely read Hebrew, and will have some understanding of it (but likely not fluency).
Despite what I just said above, your Jewish-American character likely drops a lot of Yiddish words and phrases into their day-to-day speech. Which words/phrases in probably a list for another time, but the most common will be foods, family names (i.e. “Zayde” instead of Grandpa), and sassy expressions. They may incorporate some Hebrew to a lesser extent.
There’s not just one version of kosher. There’s kosher, kosher-style, Halav Yisrael, glatt kosher, etc. Depending on your character’s level of kosher, they’ve need a hecksher (kosher mark) on any given item or only eat at kosher restaurants, although not all Jews keep kosher and many keep “kosher-style” (i.e. only eat theoretically kosher things).
Your Jewish character should be a whole character, both in general and in relation to their Jewishness. This means, among other things, that they aren’t obsessed with Israel and I/P discourse one way or the other and that while writing you remember that not all Israelis are Jews and not all Jews are Israelis. Your Jewish character is not constantly agonizing over the I/P situation, has a life outside of their Jewishness, and shouldn’t be a cardboard stand-in for your desire to discuss the middle east.
The Jewish experience varies dramatically with geography. Jews living in Omaha, Richmond, Philly, Kansas City, Boca Raton, and New York City are all American Jews. They will have drastically different Jewish experiences. I strongly recommend doing research on the Jews in the specific place your story takes places, but generally:
6a. The closer you are to the northeast coast and NYC (except south Florida) the better and more varied your Jewish resources.
6b. NYC has the highest Jewish population of any city on the planet. Big cities like Boston, Chicago, and L.A., as well as just outside of NYC in NJ and NYS, and suburban/exburb south Florida will have lots of Jewish resources: day schools (Jewish + secular education mix), maybe Yeshivas (Jewish focus), multiple synagogues, a Jewish Community Center, Jewish dating services, social stuff, Jewish charities, and youth activities.
Your character will have other Jewish friends and their gentile friends will likely know other Jews. Antisemitism is still a problem and usually takes the form of excluding Jews from activism, thinly-veiled stereotyping or excusing antisemitism from people from other oppressed groups, but it’s usually not as overt as elsewhere. Almost always safe to disclose Jewishness.
6c. Small and mid-size cities Denver, Virginia Beach, Charleston, and Harrisburg will have a JCC or Jewish federation, multiple synagogues, and maybe a Jewish day school. Your character is not the only Jew their gentile peers have met, but the bagels are meh. They will have other Jews to bond and commiserate with. Antisemitism here is mostly like that in big cities with occasional burst of overt incidents and attacks. It is generally physically safe for them to disclose Jewishness.
6d. Big towns and small cities in the south or mid-west will have maybe one synagogue - probably reform or Chabad. Your character will have to seek out Jewish spaces, but they will be easy to find. They will not be everybody’s First Jew, but it will be unusual. Antisemitism here is mostly overt - most of the antisemites your character deals with will be very obvious and many will be violent. Jews in such situations will not hide their Jewishness per se, but will be more selective in choosing to disclose it.
6e. Rural areas and small-small towns will not have a synagogue. Your character and their family may be the only Jews or there might be a small group that meets on occasion or carpools to the nearest synagogue. They will have to actively seek out the others Jews and they will be difficult to find. Disclosing their Jewishness is a serious consideration and not always safe. Odds are they are many people’s First Jew, which gets really weird real fast. Beyond the harmless ignorant-but-trying-to-learn-from-their-first-Jew types your character will interact with, there’s also violent and overt antisemitism here.
6f. If your character is in college, they will likely have a Chabad and/or a Hillel on campus if they are at a large school or a school with a significant Jewish population.
Related: when Jews meet each other for the first time, a game of “Jewish geography” ensues as they try and trace people they know in the other person’s state/city/community.
Jews come in all shapes, colors, sizes, genders, sexualities, politics, and religious beliefs. There are all sorts of Jewish people with tons of different intersecting identities. Don’t box yourself in to writing one kind of Jew. Just research a ton on the particular subsection of the Jewish community your character is a part of - a Mizrachi-Jewish Persian-American bisexual woman is going to have a different experience than a straight Ethiopian-American Jewish man who is going to have different experience from a queer Ashkenazi-Jewish-American girl with non-Jewish family.
8a. Jews with Ashkenazi (eastern/northern European) ancestry and customs are the biggest group in the U.S., but by no means the only group or representative of every Jew. Sephardi (Spanish/southern European/north Africa), and Mizrachi (north Africa and the middle east) are the next biggest groups. It would not be unusual for your character to have Polish-Jewish, Iraqi-Jewish, Moroccan-Jewish, or Russian Jewish ancestry or a mix.
8b. Each of these groups have their own customs, Judeo-languages, local holidays, and local historic tragedies. Generally, historic Sephardi communities were linked between themselves, historic Ashkenazi communities were linked between themselves, and historic Mizarchi communities were linked between themselves. The three had some, but limited contact. Additionally, all three major groups have subdivisions within them.
8c. There are also smaller groups that don’t fall within the three traditional categories, like the Ethiopian Jews, the Cochin Jews (India), Chinese Jews, Gruzim (Georgian), and more. Most of these smaller groups were not in contact with the wider Jewish world.
8d. All Jewish groups start from the same base texts (the written Torah), and the majority include the oral Torah as well. Local interpretations and traditions develop, these are referred to as minhag(im) (customs). For example, the biblical commandment is to not boil a baby goat in its mother’s milk. Some communities extend this to mean no chicken and milk, others reason that chickens don’t produce milk so the mixture is acceptable. Both are equally valid interpretations rooted in tradition, but they are different.
8e. Marrying between Jewish subgroups in the U.S. is super common and outside of extreme or really intense groups is not frowned upon. Traditionally, the father’s minhagim are followed, i.e. a Syrian-Jewish father and a Spanish-Jewish mother would follow the Syrian-Jewish minhagim with their children. Many modern couples choose the mother’s traditions or mix them up, but that’s the traditional route.
Unless they are VERY religious, your character’s family is unlikely to be particularly wound up about them being LGBTQ the way a comparably Christian family might, at least not because they’re Jewish. Samuel’s Jewish mother is likely unconcerned he likes boys and is much more empathetic than he must marry a Jewish boy and raise any kids Jewish.
There are so many Jewish holidays, and they are not all celebrated the same or with the same intensity. Probably enough material for its own post, but the ones most likely celebrated by your character:
10a. Shabbat and/or Havdalah. Shabbat starts Friday nights with candles, wine/grape juice and challah bread, Havdalah ends Shabbat with a braided candle, wine, and aromatic spices. Shabbat dinner is usually a meat meal and it is common to invite guests or eat with friends and family (in normal times).
10b. The “High Holidays” - Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur. Jewish students often skip school for these. Yom Kippur is a 25 hour fast with services all day, Rosh HaShanah has services in the evening and morning.
10c. Passover - arguably the most important holiday. Celebrated with two sometimes agonizingly long Seders (ritual meals), family gatherings, and abstaining from leavened bread for 7/8 days.
10d. Hanukkah - Not actually that spiritually important, but culturally important for American Jews. Typically celebrated with candle lighting, presents, visits to family members, and greasy food.
There’s a lot of wine involved in Jewish ritual, so it’s unlikely your character’s Jewish family are teetotalers.
Jewish families tend to be very intense, loud, opinioned, caring, and involved, compared to many other assimilated American families. Shabbat dinner is not quiet. Dissent is a Jewish value - differing opinions are allowed (and expected in many circles), as is the ability to argue/defend competently.
Jewishness can mean ethnic identity, cultural identity, and/or religion. There are several major denominations religiously, although that needs to be its own post in detail. The noteworthy movements at this point are Orthodox (further subdivided into Ultraorthodox and Modern Orthodox), Conservative (middle of the road, no relation to conservative politics), Reform, and Reconstructionist (both very “choose your own/your community’s adventure).
Probably will write more parts in the future, but this is heinously long already! Hope this is helpful!
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What’s That Vegas Saying?
Request(?): Just saw this tiktok where a girl and her friends were drinking shots, and the alcohol was in these tiny test tubes. the one girl had the end of the tube in her mouth, grabbed her friend’s face so basically the alcohol was being fed to her and I immediately thought of doing that with Spencer.
The request (?) was gifted to me by the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins
Pairing: Spencer Reid x GenderNeutral!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: alcohol consumption, intoxication, major pining (lol oops)
Masterlist
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Team bonding with the BAU was not as simple as it sounds. They couldn’t just stay in the woods on a camping retreat; they’ve seen too many cases in the woods. Going to the beach was just... weird. And apparently hunting down the sickest minds or eating pasta at Rossi’s mansion wasn’t “team bonding” enough.
“How about we go to Florida?” You asked the group seated around the conference table. The chorus of unenthusiastic groans of disagreement served as your answer.
“If we want to be surrounded by drunk teenagers, maybe,” Derek piped up, and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle at his sarcasm. As sarcastic as it was, though, he was right. It dawned on the group that there was possibly no where to go that didn’t either have bad memories, or would definitely create some.
That was until Spencer Reid broke the silence.
“What if we go to-” The suggestion didn’t need finishing; they all knew what he was going to say. As quickly as it left his mouth, regret etched his features with the realization that not only was the team going to hop on the idea, but if he had not spoken at all, they might not have even considered it.
“Boy Wonder does it again!” Penelope shouted in her usual enthusiasm, although unlike most times, this held a bit of mischief as well.
“That’s it,” Emily jumped in. “We’re going to Vegas, baby.”
And that’s how the team found themselves on a plane heading straight for Las Vegas, Nevada. More importantly, how you found yourself next to a more than usual jittery Spencer Reid. You knew for him, going home wasn’t exactly a team bonding vacation, but more anxiety than normal.
Anxiety about what exactly?
The question remained in your head for the first hour of the trip. That was until you couldn’t ignore the way his leg basically shook the whole plane, and his constant moving eyes flickering between anything he could out of the tiny window.
“Hey,” you said putting your hand on his knee softly, the bouncing immediately halting. “Are you okay?”
The bouncing didn’t return when the question left your mouth, but tension in his muscles returned. His whole body went rigid at your words.
“Y-yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” The question came with no malicious intent, but the speed at which it left his mouth confirmed his growing worry.
“I’m not going to pry, but I will tell you this,” you say as you squeezed his knee before releasing it.
Spencer would never say it, but he missed the warmth of your hand on his skin too soon after it was gone.
“This could be your chance to let yourself go and finally have fun in the one place that seems impossible for you to do so.” You hoped your words reached him as you watched his eyes flicker rapidly again, the movements so subtle that if the small lights above you were off, you may have never noticed.
He was trying to let your words sink, wrap his brain around logic that had no scientific reasoning or fact to back it up. You could only hope he heard you, really heard you, and when his eyes halted and a small smile stretched his features, you couldn’t help but return the gesture with a fluttering heart.
“You may just be right.” He finally made eye contact with you, causing both of your smiles to grow wider.
With a new found serge of confidence with the hot doctor who unknowingly held your heart, your smile turned to a smirk and you leaned in so your cheek was besides his.
“And you know what they say.” You turned slightly so your eyes could rest on his side profile and gauge his reaction. It didn’t last long, because sensing movement, Spencer turned slightly too. His face was stoic, but behind his eyes there was something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
You let your eyes drift to his partially parted lips, and then back to his eyes, all within less than a second.
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
The same day the plane landed the team found themselves in a club that night. It was 9:57, but from the way half of the team joined Penelope is taking back shots, you could tell it was only the beginning of the night.
That’s when you noticed that Spencer wasn’t like you or Aaron pacing yourselves for the night. Actually, the doctor wasn’t drinking at all.
“Spence, you’re not drinking tonight?” You asked over the loud music that pulsed through your body. When Spencer’s eyes met yours, however, your heart beat faster than the club’s rhythm.
“No, I um- I don’t think really like alcohol.” Something about that answer didn’t sit well with you, but apparently you weren’t the only one.
“You don’t drink for the taste, Boy Wonder,” a very drunk Penelope yelled from across the booth.
“I’ve just never drank anything I liked.” That was definitely the worst thing Spencer could say. The second the words left his mouth, Penelope and your head shot up to meet one another’s eyes.
The “Let’s Get Spencer a Drink He’ll Like” plan blossomed in your one second of shared eye contact.
“I think it’s time we change that, Pretty Boy,” you said with a smirk Spencer melts for, even if that look meant trouble for him later on.
“On one condition,” he started, and turned his body to face yours directly. “You try everything I do.”
You contemplated for a moment. His request meant getting shit-faced in front of your coworkers, but the saying does go what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
“You’re on.”
Penelope all but dragged a slightly less drunk Derek to the bar to fetch Spencer and you some drinks. In the meantime, Hotch stared at the two of you looking at each other, smiles beaming.
“You know,” his voice broke through the trance you two unknowingly had on the other. “I’m not helping either of you out of here when you two get too drunk.”
“I’m with the boss man on that one,” a very, very drunk Emily slurred.
“That goes for you too, Prentiss.”
Before either of you could defend yourselves, Penelope was back with a tray of assorted shots. There were at least 7 different types of shots, two for each.
“Alright here’s how this is going to work,” she said as she put the tray in front of you two. “I will tell you what’s in them after you’ve taken them.”
The two of you stared at the tray, your face full of excitement, Spencer’s nervousness. When you two looked back at each other, he gave you a soft smile.
“Hey.” You put your hand on his on the table as you spoke. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
His hand flipped under yours to give you a reassuring squeeze, his smile growing into a smirk as he did so.
“Let’s do this.” Your hands pulled apart as you both decided to start with the clear liquids first. The smell alone was enough to make you want to gag.
Spencer stared at it quizzically before turning to you.
“Cheers?”
“Cheers.”
You both knocked them back as quickly as you could. You couldn’t help the scrunched up face you made as the liquid burned it’s way down your throat.
Spencer had the same face you did, obviously not enjoying the first drink of the night. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find his scrunched up nose and eyes adorable.
“That was vodka!” Penelope through giggles as the team laughed at you and Spencer’s disgust.
“Yeah, no shit.” The next shot you and Spencer picked up was also clear, but Einstein did say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
“Oh god, here we go again,” you mumbled before throwing the shot back, Spencer following your lead.
Tequila.
He slammed the shot glass back on the table with a slight cough.
“That was so much worse than the first one,” he squeaked, and you couldn’t help the giggle from escaping. Spencer looked over at you and let out a breathy laugh.
“Regretting your decision now?” He asked.
You grabbed the next shot off the tray, this one having a small brown tint. He grabbed the matching one.
You clicked your glasses together and said “Never,” before finishing the third shot of the evening.
By the time the tray was finished, Spencer did not find a drink he enjoyed, but neither of you could remember what the actual goal was.
Spencer and you were both lightweights, so by the time the shots were cleared, you caught up to the rest of the team’s drunk level.
Sloppiness was a better word for it. At one point you stood behind Spencer with his head leaning back into your hand as you poured another tequila shot down his throat. At another, you had been dared to give JJ a lap dance that you didn't object to doing.
Now, the team found themselves seated at the booth sharing drunk horror stories.
All of a sudden, Spencer shot up from his chair on legs that can only be compared to a baby deer’s, drawing the attention of the entire team.
“I think I have something to say,” he yelled, and while he seemed uncertain that he wanted to say what was on his mind, there was no uncertainty in his next statement.
“I have a crush on Y/N.” Smiles spread around the table as the team realized it only took a little alcohol for this to happen. The only two not smiling was Spencer, who was staring at his now empty chair with confusing on what the fuck he was doing etched all over his face, and you, who’s jaw was on the floor.
“Hell yeah drunk confession!” Emily yelled, breaking the silence amongst the group that the music had the courtesy to fill.
You realized it’s been way too long for you to not say anything, and whether it was the alcohol or the confirmation you needed, you yelled back at him.
“Oh my god no way.” His head turned to you, the look of confusion replaced with... regret? Anticipation? Hope?
“I have a crush on you, too!” You said it as if the two of you realized you like the same TV show, or are wearing the same socks.
Your casualty about the whole thing made Spencer feel significantly less awkward, and he made a mental note to thank you later.
“No way, for how long?,” he mimicked you from before in the same tone. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes and bright smiles.
“Since my first day six years ago!”
“Me too!”
The rest of the team just sat there, laughing at the two who finally admitted their feelings for one another.
“You know what we should do?” Spencer asked you, excitement spread through every inch of his face, and his hands moved between the both of you.
“Especially since we’re in Vegas,” you finished his question, catching on to what he was trying to get at.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He needed confirmation that he was not the only insane person at this table.
Insane and drunk were interchangeable, right?
“Let’s get married in Vegas,” you both said at the same time, and the relief you both felt when you realized the other was as insane as the other came out as two laughs.
But, as the idea was shared between you two, the team sprung into action.
“Oh no. No, no, no no no,” Derek grabbed Spencer’s shoulders and kept him firmly by his side, JJ doing the same to you.
“How about we get you two to the hotel instead?”
And then you woke up in your hotel bed with no recollection of how you got there. Your head was pounding as the sunlight seeped through the cheap hotel curtain right in your eyes.
You groaned and shot up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes the best you could. To your right on the nightstand were two advil, a glass of water, and a note.
You took the advil as soon as you laid your eyes on them before picking up the note to read.
Lunch at noon
Next time, we’re going to Florida
-JJ
So JJ was the one that brought you to the room after...
Oh god, oh no. That was so stupid. Getting married in Vegas is so stupid why is that a thing? You internally screamed. But wait, Spencer likes you?
You needed to find Spencer. Grabbing your nearest jacket, you threw it on before basically running out the door.
You didn’t get very far, because the second you turned the corner, you ran into something hard.
No, not something, someone. Spencer stood before you in the same state you were in; disheveled, hungover and a little worried.
“Hey, I was just coming to find you,” you said, trying to alleviate some of the awkwardness between you two.
“Ye-yeah me too. I uh, I actually wanted to ask you s-something.” Well so much for alleviating awkwardness.
“You can ask me anything, Spence.” He looked up at you and gave you his signature tight lipped white boy smile.
“I know they say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but when we get back, would you want to maybe grab a coffee or something?” He said rocking back and forth on his feet.
“Like a date?” You didn’t even bother to hide the hopefulness in your voice and on your face. You wanted nothing more than to go on a date with Spencer Reid.
“Yeah, a date. Is that.. okay?” The longer it took to get a yes or no, even a maybe, was enough for the anxiety and regret to start to blossom. You wouldn’t let it grow anymore, though.
“Of course it’s okay, and yes, I would love to get coffee or something.” You giggled back at him, looking up to meet his eyes that matched the ones on the plane; filled with love.
Love for you.
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“i want to love someone and be loved” ; spencer reid - part 2
pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader
summary: spencer decides it’s time to tell you, but he needs some help. 3887 words. part 1
a/n: THIS is the longest fic ive ever written but im actually kinda proud of how it turned out? i hope this is a good sequel :)
Spencer chickens out of telling you the next day.
He avoids you all weekend, actually. You resisted texting him the day after Rossi’s because you assumed he’d be busy – with his big plan involving a girl that isn’t you. You’re not bitter – but Sunday comes around and you message him not long after you wake up and six hours later there’s no response.
Twelve hours later - there’s no response.
Monday, you don’t have time to say hello to anyone – there’s a case waiting for you, somewhere in Florida.
Reid avoids your eyes. His body language tells you something is wrong, so you assume whoever he confessed to didn’t reciprocate (they’re insane) and he’s dealing with it. So you don’t press.
Spencer pretends to sleep the entire jet ride. He’s avoiding everyone, not just you.
He spent the whole weekend beating himself up. He drove to your apartment on Saturday, sat outside for so long a neighbour knocked on his window and asked if he was lost, but couldn’t bring himself to step foot out of his car.
So he locked himself in his room, away from you and your loveliness and away from his phone because he knew you texted him and he knew you’d send some soft message about being there for him if he needs anything and he didn’t need to be reminded of how beautiful and out of reach you are.
Derek seemed to be waiting for him Monday morning, arms crossed as he held a cup of coffee. It was weird seeing him in before Spencer.
“How’d it go?” He immediately asked.
“How’d what go?” Spencer mumbles, flinging his bag on the floor by his desk. He slumps in his seat.
Derek raises a dark eyebrow, “You know what, pretty boy. You had a big thing? Big plan?”
“Didn’t work out.”
It doesn’t take a profiler to realise Spencer is very clearly saying leave me alone. Leave it alone.
Derek isn’t one to leave it alone. Especially when it comes to Spencer.
He sighs and moves a little closer to Spencer’s desk, just in case someone overhears them.
“What happened?”
“That’s exactly it,” Spencer slams open a file, “Nothing happened.”
“And why did nothing happen?”
“Because I’m an idiot that can’t even tell a girl how I feel.”
“Whoa- hey!”
Derek spins Spencer’s chair so they’re face to face. Derek takes one look in Spencer’s eyes and knows what’s going on – he got too into his head and backed out at the last minute.
“You’re not an idiot. Why didn’t you do it?”
Spencer shrugs, “I got to her apartment. I had flowers, too. I don’t know.”
Derek’s evidently concerned – Spencer’s beaten up over this, over whoever this girl is, and he deserves the chance to experience love. Spencer deserves a lot more than he himself thinks he does.
“You seemed really excited, man. You can still do it. Just cause you try once and it doesn’t work out doesn’t mean you can’t ever try again.”
Spencer stares off into the distance, accidentally ignoring Derek as his thoughts slip out of his mouth, “Yeah, it probably wouldn’t have worked anyway – I was stupid to think I could get someone like her.”
“Hey, no.” Derek nudges Spencer’s shoulder so he looks at him again, “Don’t talk like that. You’re one hell of a guy, Reid. All you gotta do is get that confidence that you had Friday night back, and you’re all set. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Spencer gives a feeble nod. Derek moves back to his desk, knowing he isn’t convinced, but he isn’t done yet.
+++
Later, in Florida, Spencer’s making a coffee in the precinct’s kitchen after waiting twenty minutes for you to leave. Luck’s on his side, for once, and you’ve been working non-stop with Prentiss going crime scene to crime scene so he hasn’t had to actively avoid you. You smile at him every chance you get, though, and it distracts him.
Someone clears their throat behind him. It’s Penelope, whom Spencer didn’t realise was invited on this case.
She looks guilty. Spencer recognises that face; the face she has when she’s done something she shouldn’t have or knows something she isn’t really supposed to. Given current circumstances, Spencer bets it’s the latter reason.
“Morgan told me something he shouldn’t have.”
Bingo.
He leans against the kitchen counter, stirring his coffee absentmindedly.
“What did he tell you?” He asks, feigning tranquillity. Inside he’s screaming non-stop.
She’s got her hands clasped together in front of her, almost innocently, and fiddles with her fingers, “He told me you needed assistance in the love department.” Before he can object, she continues, “And I am willing to do anything if it means our resident weirdo-slash-genius falls in love and gets to experience some much needed cuteness.”
There’s no point in lying to her. There’s also no point in being mad that Morgan told her about his situation – they’re kind of a package deal. And, who knows, Garcia might be able to help.
“So…” She sways, trying (and failing) to appear nonchalant, “Who’s the lucky lady?”
Spencer shuffles on the spot, scuffing his shoes against the floor. He debates whether he should tell her, since, you know, you’re in the next room over, but Spencer worries that Garcia is so good at her job she’d somehow find out through hacking Spencer’s phone, or maybe somehow hacking his dreams. His subconscious. He’s terrified of Garcia and her abilities.
“You can tell me.” She insists, “I’m much better at keeping secrets than Morgan.”
Spencer turns away from her, she steps closer, and he mumbles your name.
“What?”
“Y/N.”
“WHAT?!”
Spencer spins, hands coming up to tell Garcia to shut up and Garcia immediately covers her mouth in both shock and hopefully so she doesn’t shout again.
“Since when?!” She screeches. “How could I not have known?! Oh God, almighty Doctor Reid, I feel like I’ve failed you by not realising earlier.”
Her enthusiasm makes him smile, for the first time in far too long. Garcia has that power – this innate skill to comfort those around her and make them feel special, make them smile when the world feels like its collapsing.
“Let me help!” She requests.
Spencer’s clearly hesitant. He knows it’s a bad idea.
“Please!” She begs, “I just- I have so many ideas of how you can go about this. Let me brainstorm, get back to you, and if I’m too over-the-top you can tell me no and we’ll pretend it never happened!”
He takes a deep breath. Yes, Garcia is the definition of over-the-top, but that’s one of his favourite things about her. It’s your favourite thing, too. And he did tell Morgan he had big plans. Anything involving Garcia is a big plan with big payoff.
“This is between us.”
“I’ll take it to the grave. Unless you realise how amazing my ideas are and use one to tell Y/N how you feel and then years later I get to commend myself during my maid of honour speech at your wedding.”
She looks ecstatic, hands now together under her jaw as her eyes twinkle. Spencer can’t help but laugh at her eagerness.
+++
The next day, the team returns to Quantico after a semi-successful case. The general mood is good and Morgan invites everyone out for drinks – Spencer declines, but you have your first full conversation since last Friday.
“C’mon, Spence,” Your head rests against the jet seat and you blink sleepily at him, “I feel like I haven’t spoken to you for years!”
Spencer gives you a small smile, “I promised my mom I’d call her tonight. Sorry, Y/N.”
You nod in understanding, “Will you tell her I say hi?”
“Of course. She loves you.”
You grin at eachother, immediately lost in your own world. You’ve missed him more than you realised, and you have no idea what’s going through his head, but you’re happy that you’ve had this – a Spencer Reid smile that makes you feel at home and on top of the world simultaneously.
Spencer has to tear his eyes away before he blurts something stupid, like she’s not the only one that loves you.
+++
“Spencer!” Garcia greets, Cheshire cat grin on her face. “I need to see you in my dungeon, please. Immediately.”
Spencer drops the file he’s holding. Unfortunately, Penelope’s request caught the attention of the whole team.
“What business do you have in the villain’s lair, Reid?” Derek asks. You’ve looked up from your computer, Emily smirking and leaning back in her chair in expectation.
“Uh…”
“Important nerd business. Go away.” Garcia says, eyes narrow as she tugs Spencer’s hand. He’s whisked away from any further questioning, leaving the befuddled team behind.
He isn’t sure what to expect when he stumbles into Penelope’s second home, but the display in front of him explains why he overheard a conversation about missing evidence boards earlier. Penelope’s obviously been using the new printer in her cave to her advantage – there’s at least twenty different pictures printed out on one board titled “date ideas”, then the board on the right has a picture of Spencer and you in the centre with a perfectly drawn heart around it. Under and around that is a mixture of love quotes, including song lyrics and quotes directly from romantic movies. He notices “The Parliament of Fowls” on there – Garcia remembers that he mentioned it’s considered the first Valentines poem?
“Whoa,” Is all he can say.
“I know it’s a little intense,” Garcia squirms, “But! I started scrolling through Pinterest and couldn’t stop. I don’t know what came over me, maybe some type of love deity, but I started thinking about you and Y/N in a classic love film in, like, black and white and I…”
She’s out of breath from animatedly explaining.
Spencer laughs through his nose, almost a scoff, but he’s impressed. He shouldn’t have expected anything else from the Penelope Garcia.
As Spencer wanders towards the first board, Garcia follows him like a shadow, “My personal favourite is-“ She points to a picture of chocolate fondue with faceless people in very little clothing, “-this one.”
Spencer awkwardly clears his throat when he begins to think of you and him like that.
“A little much for your declaration of love, though, I get it,” Garcia nods.
He scans the board – heart speeding up when he moves from idea to idea and picturing you and him in each one. He can’t help but think no, that one would be good for our anniversary – ah, she’d love to do that one for her birthday.
“What’re you thinking?” Garcia asks quietly. She knows his brain is whirring like her computer drive, so she approaches him gently.
“This one.” He says. “Where should we do it?”
Garcia grins behind him. The one he’s referring to shows a dinner table set up outside, brown wooded table with white wooden chairs opposite eachother. There’s flowers at the centre, a bottle of wine already poured in each glass in front of a basket of cookies, and the area around is shrouded by shrubbery, fairy lights hanging delicately from every-which-way.
It’s perfect. You love fairy lights, Spencer loves cookies, and the set-up looks private enough for Spencer to feel confident when he empties his heart and soul to you.
“The roof.” Garcia says wistfully.
“We have access to that?”
“Yes.” They both know they don’t. “Leave it to me. Oh… one more thing.” She adds, hesitantly, “Can Morgan help? I’m a lot of things, including emotionally strong and your love guru, but physically I’m gonna need some assistance.”
Spencer doesn’t even need to agree – Morgan’s gonna involve himself no matter what.
+++
Five o’clock is quickly approaching and you’re slumped over your desk, lost in your work. You need to be lost in it, because ever since Garcia released Spencer from her office right after lunch he’s been sneaking glances at you (he’s not sneaky) and has made several attempts to approach you but decided against it, sharply turning and pretending he meant to go another way instead.
You are beyond confused. You assume it’s to do with the girl he’s been trying to get over – you hope he’s been trying to build the confidence to tell you exactly what happened and maybe, you really hope, he’ll invite you over for the weekend so you can slip back into your old routine.
“Psst.”
You assume they’re not trying to get your attention, so you don’t move.
“Psst!”
You still don’t move.
“Y/N!”
Your head snaps up to Spencer leaning over the divider between your desks. He looks alarmed – which is odd, given he’s the one who called you – and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before he finally speaks.
“Are you busy tonight?” He sits back and, if he wasn’t so goddamn tall, all you’d be able to see would be his eyes. His added height means you can see his eyes and his nose. You wanna kiss it.
You smile – this is an olive branch, “I am completely available for whatever it is you might need.”
You sound incredibly eager, which you are. You miss him.
His cheeks move upwards, a smile, “Can I talk to you, later, on the roof? Uh-“ He clears his throat, “-I need to tell you something.”
You raise an eyebrow, “You’re not gonna push me off, right?”
“No,” He laughs.
“Promise me.”
Now he guffaws, “I would never, Y/N!”
“Promise me, Reid!”
“Alright, alright! I promise!” He’s jokingly raising his hands in a form of surrender.
You give him another smile and turn back to your work. You feel at ease, now, thinking he’s finally gonna tell you what happened on the weekend – finally you’ll be able to help him and go back to normal.
Spencer, on the other hand, is the exact opposite of ease. He’s about to pour his heart out to you.
He takes a deep breath and looks back to his computer, which is open on a tab titled “How to Tell Someone You Like Them.”
Step 3: Be Confident.
Spencer opens a new tab and searches, “How to be confident.”
+++
Garcia hacks into Spencer’s computer to open a document and type that the roof is ready. She wishes him luck, tells him she loves him, and calls dibs on being the godmother of your future children. As if she doesn’t have enough godchildren as it is.
He clears his throat and your head snaps towards him. You’ve been done for a while, playing Tetris on your phone, waiting for Spencer to take you to the roof where he swears he won’t kill you – you’re not entirely convinced.
“Um-“ He scratches his neck, “You ready to go?”
You nod and give him a weak smile in hopes it gives him some type of reassurance.
“Whatever happened, it’s okay, Spence.”
All he does is nod in return, gathering his coat and bag. He doesn’t really register what you say, or he would’ve been very confused.
You follow him up to the roof. The elevator ride is silent and Spencer is jittery; his hands twitch and tap against his legs, he’s bouncing on his toes and he keeps looking at you through the corner of his eye. You’ve taken several deep breaths to calm your racing heart – you hate heights, and this is the closest you’ve been to Spencer in a week. This will be the longest conversation you’ve had with him in a week, too.
The second the doors open, Spencer leaps in front of you.
“Wait!”
You jump back in surprise, “What? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Completely fine. Just… when we get there, let me explain first, okay? Before you say anything.” He’s pleading, as if you’ve already told him no. You look at him with furrowed brows and mumble an ‘okay’.
You’re visibly confused as you trek up the flight of stairs to the roof. Spencer pushes open the fire door and the first thing you notice is how bright the roof is – you always assumed it’d be dark, little light, especially at night like this.
Wait.
There’s fairy lights… everywhere. You’re pretty sure this isn’t the norm for the FBI roof.
Spencer is equally as awed at what he sees before him - it’s exactly the photo he saw in Garcia’s cave brought to life, but he’s too distracted by you to fully appreciate it. You look like a child on Christmas; eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth slightly agape. You’re gorgeous.
“What…is this, Spence?” You wonder, noticing the set table, fingers grazing the roses that sit in a vase in the middle. They’re fresh and smell wonderful.
He stands a little behind you, fiddling with his hands, and clears his throat, “Would you like to take a seat?”
You do. When he finally sits, he pours you a glass of wine and you immediately take an anxious sip. Although Rossi is a big fan of wine, you rarely take interest in it only when Spencer’s involved. You’ve come to associate wine with him – a smile peeks out from your glass as you stare at the man opposite you.
“I need to get something off my chest. But there’s cookies, if you want one,” He picks one up from his plate, breaking it in half and giving it to you. He’s stalling, but you seem to take the bait and bite into it.
“Are these from the bakery two blocks away?”
“Yeah,” He replies, but he isn’t really paying attention. He doesn’t know where to begin.
You wait patiently for him to open up. You’re still unsure of what to make of all of this – the beautiful setting, the wine, the flowers, the lights. God, the lights are dazzling in the Virginia night sky. You need context, and you need it now.
“Spence-“
“Listen.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry, I just…” He trails off, “I need to say what I need to say before I back out again.”
You fold your hands in your lap. You’re ready for whatever’s to come.
“Do you know how long we’ve known eachother?” He asks. His head tilts like a puppy.
“Nearly five years. Our friendaversary is coming up, you know.”
You realise, then, that this must be a celebration for that – that explains the… typically romantic setting. Before you can open your mouth to ask if that what’s this is, Spencer speaks.
“Four years, three-hundred and sixty days. That’s how long we’ve known eachother.”
“If we were dating, we would’ve been my longest relationship the second we passed a year.”
You don’t know why you said it, but it flusters him. He has to pause to take a breath and collect his thoughts.
“I’ve been in love with you for four years and three hundred and fifty-eight days, Y/N.”
It’s silent as you process and he figures out how to continue.
“I knew you were special when you were introduced to us. Hotch already had such a soft spot for you, and you had this way about you that made us all fall in love instantly. I remember Garcia did a background check the second she found out your name and she said you remind her of me and I… that freaked me out, to be honest. I thought you’d try to replace me.” He huffs a laugh, but can’t bring himself to look you in the eye, “I realised I was in love with you when you drunkenly defended me. Do you remember that?” His eyes flicker to yours for half a second – you’re wide-eyed, “You’d known me for two days at that point, but we’d already done a case together so we were celebrating. And these guys at the bar were whispering about me, acting like I couldn’t hear them, and the second you realised what was happening you stood up, stormed towards them and gave them a piece of your mind. It was incredible.
“You barely knew me, at least personally, but you thought so highly of me you scolded a group of drunk bodybuilders without a second thought. You made them apologise – it was hysterical watching someone half their size force them into submission like that – and when you were done you asked if I wanted to leave and go get ice cream. We couldn’t, cause you vomited on the way there, but I knew in that moment I loved you and I feel so hard, so quickly, I didn’t know what to do. And you never… you never indicated you thought of me as anything other than a friend so I didn’t try. Then you dated Greg who, in my opinion, sucked on his best days, and you encouraged me to date Abigail and I…”
He’s run out of breath and of things to say.
“I just love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you.” He adds, “I hope that’s okay.”
He finally looks at you, then. You’re just staring and he panics when he can’t make out what you’re feeling. He’s always been able to read you, you’ve always hated the saying that eyes are the windows to the soul because your eyes are always your tell, but now they’re… glassy.
You’re crying.
“Spencer…” You gasp, throat tight.
“It’s okay.” Spencer gives a tight-lipped smile. He knows what’s coming. He should’ve expected it. He has been expecting it.
“I love you too, Spence.”
Spencer chokes on air. He takes a gulp of wine.
You give him a teary smile in disbelief, “I’ve always loved you, Spence. I thought you knew that – I thought that big brain of yours knew exactly how I felt and… you didn’t do anything about it so I thought you didn’t feel the same. Spencer…”
He slowly moves a hand to place it palm-up on the table. Immediately you place your hand in his, your grip tight as you lovingly stare at him. This feels unreal.
“I’m in love with you too, you idiot.” You half laugh, half cry, “If you’ve really loved me this long, we’ve wasted so much time! God, we’re both idiots.”
Spencer’s crying too, now, and he starts laughing with you.
You’re two idiots in love, sitting opposite eachother on the roof of your place of work in a dream-like surrounding filled with fairy lights and flowers, and you could’ve been doing this for years.
Spencer sniffles, looking at you through his wet eyelashes, “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”
“If I say yes, will I get more dates like this?” You tease.
“Well, Garcia has a whole evidence board of date ideas she stole from Pinterest. We have enough ideas to last a lifetime.” He giggles.
“Penny was in on this?!”
Spencer gives a heh, “This is all thanks to her, so yeah.”
“She’s always had our backs.”
“She’s also now going to be convinced she’s cupid.”
You laugh again, and can’t help yourself when you lean across the table, still gripping Spencer’s hand, and letting your lips fall on his. Spencer leans into you, lips moving against yours as you both try to suppress grins.
You pull back slightly, Spencer’s lips following you, and whisper, “I would love to be your girlfriend.”
He kisses you again. And again. And again, just cause he can.
Big plan, big payoff. You’re worth every little stress and more.
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Watch the Sunlight Fade: 10 / 17
Emma Swan finds out that her boyfriend has been hiding something from her: he’s in a gang and trying to get out. Reluctantly, she decides to support him, sticking it out with him until they have enough money to flee to Florida. All she has to do is wait and ignore that feeling in her gut that something is seriously wrong. With the help of a kind and handsome stranger, she just might make it out alive.
Or, alternate summary: I’m horrible at summaries, please just read it.
Something of a cross between a What Still Remains AU and a Sons of Anarchy AU.
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He couldn’t get out of the bloody bar fast enough. Watching her walk out after what appeared to be a difficult conversation with Neal was hard enough, especially with his apparent complete lack of understanding of her emotional state at any given time. The fact that he couldn’t tell how upset she was is troubling. But the fact that Killian couldn’t follow her out immediately and take her in his arms to hold her until whatever Neal said to upset her melted away feels impossible.
By the time he got outside, weaving through the crowd and pushing through the doors as she had, she was long gone. He’s not entirely surprised that she’s walking home, but it was only about five minutes between them leaving, and as he speeds down the quiet streets searching for her, she’s nowhere to be found.
It isn’t until he reaches their building and parks his bike that he notices her, catching her cowering in the lobby as he assumes the sound of his bike startled her. He feels bad about it, but puts the thoughts out of his mind as he sets the kickstand in place and rushes towards the front doors. When he swings them open and forces his way inside with too much enthusiasm, she gasps.
“Swan,” he breathes when he sees her, rushing to stand in front of her and placing his hands on her upper arms. “It’s alright.”
He watches her face shifting quickly, moving from relief to fear to anger to heartbreak at a nearly imperceptible pace. When tears break over her eyes and rush down her cheeks, dragging with them streaks of black mascara, he reaches for her and she pulls away. “Did you know?” she asks, her voice shaking and her bottom lip pouting out before she bites it into her mouth.
“Know what, love?” he asks, and with his words, he sees anger taking over.
“Don’t play dumb,” she insists, shoving past him and reaching for the door before throwing herself out into the chilly evening air.
“Emma… Emma!” He hurries behind her, grabbing her by the elbow and regretting it when she flinches away and turns towards him, giving him a look of angry disgust. He never wants to make her flinch from his touch. “Tell me what he said.”
“Like you don’t know!” she accuses. “Is this why you were acting weird when Gold came in the other day? You figured it out and didn’t tell me.”
“Emma…”
He’s angry with himself, for being too afraid to tell her what he’d suspected. She’s right, of course; he had figured it out when Gold mentioned her being important for the club’s future. But his fear that it had been true, that perhaps Neal had succeeded in his goal to impregnate her without her even having a clue, was too overwhelming. He’s angry with Neal, too, but he shouldn’t expect much from him. He couldn't even begin to imagine being the one to tell her something so horrific and seeing the look on her face when he did.
But the look on her face now, when she’s realized his betrayal, is far worse than anything he could have conjured in his mind.
She shakes her head and lets out a soft, pained sob before turning away from him again and starting down the street. With her back turned towards him, he notices her backpack and panic sets in. She can’t run.
“Swan, please. Just wait. Please!”
“No! I trusted you, Killian! I told you how desperate I was to know what he had planned so that I could prepare for it. And then you figured it out and you didn’t tell me!” She pushes him against his chest and he steps back as she lets out another sob. “Why wouldn’t you just tell me?!”
“I’m sorry,” he nearly whispers, his voice seeming too loud against the still night. She shakes her head again and laughs, although he’s certain she sees no humor in this situation. “Love, I'm so sorry. I should have told you; I know you’re strong enough to know the truth and I should’ve seen that. I wasn’t strong enough to tell you.”
“But I’m not, though,” she cries, shaking her head and pushing tears away from her cheeks. “I can’t handle this.”
“Emma, please,” he begs again, taking her hand in his carefully and, when she lets him, pulling her towards the alley beside their building. He can’t risk them being seen by a passerby so he hides them in the cover of darkness. “Please, love, please stay. You can survive anything, I promise you. But if you leave, they’ll hunt you down. If we run now, they’ll find us and kill us.”
With another sniffle, she leans back against the brick wall of their building in defeat. He takes a bold step forward so that he’s practically embracing her, leaning his hands against the wall behind her in an attempt to hold her together somehow, and she drops her head down against his chest with another sob. “Killian,” she cries, and he feels her breaking down as she wraps her arms around his waist. “If I’m pregnant, I’ll--”
“Hush, love,” he quiets as soothingly as he can. His hand moves from the wall to the back of her head, cradling her to his chest and stroking along her scalp as the other presses against her back. “Just try and relax, Emma. We’ll worry about that soon, but for now, you’ve got to try and calm down.”
“I can’t do it. I can’t.”
There’s nothing he can say, and he knows it. Anything he says will sound like he’s making it up to make her feel better. She’s completely right in assuming that this is bad. So he simply holds her, continues to try to calm her labored breathing as she breaks down in his arms once more and again at the fault of a man who claims to love her.
“What did you mean?” she asks after a few moments, once her breathing has evened slightly. “When you said they’d kill us?”
He pulls away from her just slightly and uses his thumbs to brush the tears off of her cheeks and the hair out of her eyes. “Well, they’re… a rather violent and vengeful bunch, love.”
“No,” she shakes her head, letting it drop to the side slightly into his palm. “I mean… you’re acting like… Like you’d come.”
“Of course I would,” he answers immediately without a thought to the contrary. The idea that he would let her go off on her own is too absurd to even consider. “I could never leave you. I could never let you go through this on your own. If you’ll have me, I’ll always fight to be with you, and that includes running away with you even though it’s a bloody daft idea.”
“Killian,” she whispers, looking into his eyes so that he can see every facet of her. She shows him the deepest and darkest corners of her soul in her eyes and he loves every inch of her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I figured it out and I should’ve told you then, but I was scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Scared for you. I’m terrified of what they’re doing to you, love. Every day I see the light fade from your eyes and it breaks me. I was too scared and selfish to be the one to make it fade even more by telling you.”
She shakes her head, but she maintains her strong and meaningful stare into his eyes. “You're the only one who cares. I can’t wrap my head around it.”
“Of course I care,” he whispers.
“Why?”
He lets his mouth hang open for a moment too long, drawing his brows close together in thought as he brushes his thumbs beneath her eyes again. “Don’t you know, Emma?” he asks, genuinely surprised that she doesn’t. “It’s… you. It’s because I love you.”
Her gaze conveys so much to him, and it almost breaks his heart. She tells him she’s in disbelief, that she doesn’t believe she’s worthy of having someone love her, without speaking. In silence, she tells him that she’s overwhelmed, but her small, almost imperceptible smile tells him that at least she isn’t angry. “You do?” she asks in doubt.
“Yes,” he whispers. “I love you. I’ll do anything to get you out of this, Emma. I promise you, I’ll get you away from him. But we can’t run now, Swan. It’s far too dangerous to run now without a plan of where or how to go.”
She shakes her head, seemingly barely able to comprehend his words, and repeats, “you love me?”
“Aye,” he smiles softly. “Is it so hard to believe?”
“No, I-- I’m surprised because I do believe you. I’ve never heard those words before and actually believed them.”
He can’t seem to catch his breath, not while she moves her head just slightly enough to bump her nose against his, her lips so close to his that he can taste the fruity chapstick she applied earlier. He tells her, “I'll never stop working to ensure that you believe me, then,” and is met with an audible gasp, her fingers finding the lapels of his jacket and pulling him to close the small gap between them.
The kiss they share is fire, a white hot blaze burning between them as he moves his hands from her cheeks and down to her neck, cradling her face to his and refusing to let her go. He can’t imagine ever being apart from her now. Her own grip leaves his jacket and trails to the back of his head, lacing her fingers through his hair as she parts her lips against his. It’s an invitation, one he accepts as he slides his tongue along the soft skin of her bottom lip and then along the inside of her top.
His rings tangle in her hair and tug slightly, making her gasp and tighten her own grip on him. He almost worries that he’s hurt her, but she refuses to break away from him and lets out the softest moan when he lets one hand slide down to her waist and pull her even closer to him. He doesn’t know if he’s making up the way her hips press firmly against his, but he hopes to whatever god might be listening that he isn’t.
“Emma,” he whispers when they finally stop for a breath, her pants coming out forcefully and her lips parting tantalizingly, making him want nothing more than to capture them in his again. “My love--”
“Well, what have we here?”
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The way things shift gives her whiplash.
She can’t keep up with the back and forth, one moment feeling terrified of the direction her life is headed, the next feeling more loved than she ever has before, and the next feeling as though her world is crashing around them. They couldn’t have been seen. They only just found one another, she only just learned the truth of how he felt for her. It can’t end so soon after it began.
Killian loves her. In all her years, after countless betrayal and heartbreak, she never thought she would find herself in a position like this. She never thought a person could tell her that they love her and that she would believe them. After Neal, after his farce and his attempts at coercing her by offering love as a bargaining chip, she thought herself completely closed off to love, never again willing to accept it.
But Killian loves her. And she knows that he’s being truthful when he tells her so.
She loves him, too. It’s a fact she’s been slowly but surely coming to terms with over the last few weeks and months, and hearing his confession will only make it easier for her to tell him so. But they won’t ever get the chance.
They’ve been caught. It’s over before it can hardly begin.
“Rufio,” she hears him growl, stepping to the side and standing in front of her, blocking her view of the man who is surely about to ruin everything for her.
“Just imagine the look on Neal’s face when I tell him I caught his girlfriend making out with Hook.”
“Mate--” She steps away, anxiously holding her hands up in surrender, ready to beg this man to leave them be. “Emma--”
“Think he and Peter will give me a front row seat to watch the two of you getting slaughtered?”
She tries to stop him. She takes another step forward. “You can’t--”
“Emma! Come back.”
“I can, and I will. In fact, maybe some photographic evidence will help.”
The bright light of his camera flash blinds her, and she realizes that, even though they aren't in each other’s arms anymore, his picture of the two of them standing in a dark alley together will be incriminating enough. “To think, Cassidy’s whore is actually in bed with someone else.”
“Don’t you dare speak of her that way.” His voice sends chills down her spine, and she recalls what he’d told her once about his violent past.
“Or what, you’ll gut me like a fish? I don’t see your precious hook anywhere,” the man goads. He laughs before he says, “Don’t worry. Peter and Neal will probably give you the same treatment you gave to all of our rivals. Or maybe Neal’ll smash you over the head like he did your brother.”
“Shut up,” he warns. She sees Killian reaching behind himself, and when she looks down, he’s lifting his shirt and exposing a small gun that she didn’t know was resting at his hip. Her eyes widen and she gasps softly.
“As for the whore, I’m sure they’ll find an appropriate punishment. Maybe we'll all get to see her work with your other girlfriend after all. A whore like that, I’m sure she’s down for a couple of group scenes, and I doubt any of the guys will turn down that opportunity.”
“I’m warning you,” he says, his hand hovering over the gun but not yet gripping it. “If you go now-- if you stay silent-- I won’t kill you.”
He laughs condescendingly, stepping forward. “Honestly, even if they don’t go in that direction, I think I'll take the liberty myself. She’s whore enough to deserve it.”
Rufio lunges for her quickly, Killian’s shouts breaking through the darkness as her back is pressed against the brick wall. She chokes out a cry as one hand grips her throat and his other yanks at the waist of her pants.
The oppressive nature of his touch is interrupted as Killian yanks him away from her before his hands can wander and throws him to the ground. “Get the fuck away from her,” Killian growls, aiming his gun right at her attacker’s head.
“Why, so you can have a go at her?” She watches Rufio shift, his hands reaching behind himself until she hears the cock of his own gun. “I know you want a taste of that pret--”
His words and movements are cut off by a loud crack echoing through the air, nearly deafening her and stunning her to a state of violent rigidity. She can’t move, her muscles tense and nearly painful as she stands behind Killian’s broad form, refusing to look beyond him and meet what she knows will be lying on the ground.
The silence is deafening, her ears ringing and no other sound perceptible until she hears him say, “Fuck.”
“Killian,” she breathes through a whisper. She places her hand on his shoulder and jumps when he does, her eyes wide and her hands shaking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says again, tossing his gun to the ground with a crash and thrusting his hands into his hair. “Fuck!”
“Killian,” she tries again, a bit louder this time, and her voice sounds foreign as her ears continue to ring. “Killian!” she tries again when he doesn't answer. He turns to her suddenly, his eyes wide and startled, and she sees tears leaking from the corners.
“Emma, I-- I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay,” she tries to promise, but he shakes his head and starts pacing, walking in circles around her.
“Fuck, I-- I promised I wouldn’t. I said I won't do that anymore after Liam-- and then you-- but he--”
“Stop,” she tries, holding her hands in front of herself and dying to grab onto his own. “Please, just… Killian…”
He drops to the ground, sitting on his feet and resting his elbows on his knees, dropping his face to his hands. “Emma,” he mumbles into his palms, and before he can say anything more, she hears a sob breaking out of his throat. “Fuck, Emma--”
“It’s okay,” she says again, squatting to his level and putting her hands on his shoulders. “Killian, he would’ve told.”
“He threatened you. He attacked you-- he said he would… He pointed his gun at you.”
“I know,” she whispered. “He would’ve told Neal.”
“No,” he insists, finally looking up at her, and she’s met with such painful desperation in his tearful eyes that she can’t hold back her own tears. “He called you… the things he said he would do to you… he grabbed you. I couldn’t take it, Emma. When he pulled out his gun, I snapped. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“We didn’t have a choice, Killian. He would’ve told and we would’ve… he’s right. Neal and Peter would’ve killed you. And who knows what they would’ve done to me.”
She takes his face in her hands just as he had done for her mere moments ago. Things have changed so quickly. They went from anger to bliss to fear, and she has whiplash. She can’t keep up. All she wants is the joy that came from being with Killian. Kissing him and being in his arms let her fears melt away, and now that she’s had a moment lacking in terror, she wonders if she’ll survive long enough to feel that way again. She doubts it.
“We have to clean this up,” she murmurs, her nose inches from his.
“We…?” he asks slowly, and although he previously refused to meet her eyes, unable to through his shock, he does now. All she sees is clarity and truth.
“Yes, we. We have to move… him. And then we have to go upstairs and make a plan, because I can’t stand to spend another day here.”
“Emma…” he starts, but she feels her own sense of urgency creeping up on her and she shakes her head.
“We have to go,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to his lips if only to prove to him that she isn’t going anywhere. He did this, and although it wasn’t right, he did it for her. He did it to protect her, whereas Neal threw knives at her for sport. Killian loves her. Neal never has.
They stand together, Killian swaying slightly in shock when he sees what he’s done to Rufio. She takes his hand in hers and squeezes it, looking up at him and nodding in a silent vow that she’s here with him. He did this for her, and she’ll help him out of it. They find his phone and delete the photo he took of them. She takes his feet and Killian takes his hands, and together they hoist him over the side of the dumpster and let the top slam shut.
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La vie en rose pt.3
Pietro Maximoff x reader
Warning- Angst, sadness, swearing, fluff and spoilers!
Episode; 1x06
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“We would like to commemorate Tony Stark—”
*click*
“In honor of Iron Man—”
*click*
“We would like to thank our heroes who sacrificed their lives, who risked them all for us; Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Dr. Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. Thank—”
*click*
“...Iron Man—”
The tv lost the moving pictures and was replaced by a dark screen that reflected Wanda in your room with the control in her hand. You drop your gaze and sigh out deeply, feeling the empty spot beside on your bed lower as she sits down.
You look at the silver ring on your finger and speak up in almost a whisper. “Did they find his body?”
Wanda sighs, “no.”
You nod slowly and let out a small, exhausted laugh. “Yeah, no why would they even try...after all he did he’s still viewed as some enemy. He died to fight that stupid war...they both did and neither of them have been mentioned.” Tears roll down your cheeks but you’re quick to wipe them off, “we’re not even thanked—so much for trying to be good. So much for being heroes.”
“You know it’s never been about...fame.” She reminds you finally making your eyes lift to look at her, noticing right away that her gaze was lost on nothing in particular in the room.
“I know that. I don’t want that, I never have….it’s just,” you pause to clear your throat, “a thanks would be fine. Not for me, but for Pietro, for Vision. All I’ve heard all day has been about how fantastic Tony Stark was...they can’t even mention Natasha.”
“Yeah,” Wanda whispers, “I know.”
You sigh and rub your temple to try and cure your pounding headache. “It’s just after all we’ve done, after we tried to be good for them, so they could know we aren’t bad, they treat us like this? They can’t even bother to find Pietro’s body—” You cut yourself off and feel more tears fill your eyes, your throat burns but you stop yourself from crying even more. Not like you could even do it anymore, no more tears rolled down, you couldn’t even manage to do that anymore. “Any luck with Vision's body?”
Wanda sniffles and nods. “Actually they have, he’s in some place called S.W.O.R.D, in Florida. And I’m going and I’m...not coming back.”
You blink and lift your eyes to look at her through your glossy gaze. You lift a brow and question her revelation. “Alone?”
Wanda turns her head to look at you and her lips tug into a small smile. “I was just going to ask if you wanted to come with me….you’re all I have left.”
You express a scoff and let a relieved smile tug on your lips. “Good, I was just about to go on a rant. You saved yourself from hearing it.”
Wanda chuckles softly and reaches to hold your hand resting besides hers on the bed. “We’re family. We’re all we have left.”
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“Hello, little witch, you’re not going to let me in?”
Your eyes widen and you step back as you cover your mouth with your hand—this had to be some sort of trick by those same agents that had barged into the town. This man didn’t even look like Pietro and plus Pietro was already here, he was—he was.
“Am I at least going to get a hello? A hug? Kiss?”
You slowly drop your hand back on your side and you narrow your gaze on him, taking in his outfit and looking at his face once again. It was just unbelievable.
“Who is this, y/n?”
At the sound of Pietro—your real Pietro's voice suddenly appearing next to you, you jump back and hold back the yelp that wanted to come out of your mouth. You turn your head to look at him and you begin to laugh nervously. “This is…” you drift your eyes to look at...the different Pietro outside your door and you close your mouth and exhale deeply.
“Pietro Maximoff, just like you, so this is...awkward. We’re each other.” The different Pietro chuckles awkwardly.
“What? What are you talking about?”
You approach your door and keep your eyes on the different Pietro, wondering what the hell was going on. “How exactly are you here?”
“I don’t know, you tell me. Maybe you missed me too much.”
“What?” Pietro asks as he steps beside you, losing all sort of amusement. “Who are you man?”
Different Pietro sighs and hits his leg gently, “I told you, I’m you. But I’m actually ali—”
“Hey!” You cut him off sharply, “you know maybe it’s a good idea if you go see Wanda. Or just go back to wherever you came from.”
“But I came here to see you.”
You avoid looking at your Pietro and just maintain your attention on the different Pietro. “I-I...Just go.”
“Fine, fine,” he raises his hands and before he could finish his sentence you close the door and have no choice but to deal with the problem that was going to arise here inside your home. It’s not like you could avoid it, Pietro wasn’t going to drop it, not after what that...different Pietro kept saying.
You could always make Pietro forget it with a simple use of your powers and the wave of your hand.
But no. You couldn’t always turn to that.
“Y/N, would you care to explain what the hell just happened?” Pietro asks while he stays behind you.
You close your eyes and lean your forehead on your hand that was still on the door and you sigh. “I don’t even know.”
“What do you mean? He seemed to know you.”
“Don’t you think that if I knew I wouldn’t tell you?” You ask.
Pietro stays silent for a while and you stay in your same position to try and solve what had just happened—maybe it was all just a bad trip? Maybe it was the food? It couldn’t be just some effect of your powers...right? Because...well...the Pietro with you was already the result of that and you don’t remember making two.
“Y/N? I’m trying to have a conversation, who was he? Why did he say he was me?” Pietro presses, finally making you push yourself back and open your eyes to slowly turn and look at him to notice that his expression was perplexed yet it also mixed with frustration. “Y/N?”
You look at him for a while longer and as you open your mouth nothing comes out, you look at his face and you can’t bring yourself to even try to explain what was going on. Instead you walk down to your living room and begin cleaning up the table and try to ignore the situation.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.” Pietro says as he follows after you. “Explain to me what just happened.”
You swallow thickly and throw away what food remained on the plates instead of turning to Pietro—which only resulted in him using his speed to put the plates away and turn you around to face him before you could even blink.
“Talk.”
“Fine,” you sigh, “but I’m telling the truth, I don’t know who he was. He might be you, but he also might not be and it just leaves me confused because I don’t know what’s going on.” You ramble.
Pietro steps back and he looks lost and angry. But you didn't know how to make him feel better when you didn’t know what that was. Yet he still kept demanding the truth. “Are you keeping things from me?”
“What?” You gasp softly. “Pietro.”
“Then explain why he said he came here to see you, why you were acting so weird. Why sometimes this town is weird. Be honest with me about what’s going on, y/n.”
You walk back and tears come out this time. Again you try to avoid the situation by doing something else, but Pietro was doing the opposite of what you wanted him to do and that only confused you more.
“I’m talking to you!” Pietro raised his voice, speeding to block your path up the stairs. “Tell me, what’s. Going. On. Are you seeing someone else?”
“What?” You snap, “don't be ridiculous.” You push him aside and walk to your shared room. “Just know that we live in the place we do to be together. This place is safe and there’s nothing weird about this town, so don’t question it.”
“Mhmm.”
Finally hearing Pietro stop at the door, you stop halfway into your room and you lift your head but don’t turn to face him. “I don’t know why he says he’s you, I really,” you sigh, “don’t know. But you, Pietro, are the man I love, you are the reason why I’m here, why I’m even supporting the idea of this place. You’re the only reason why I’m not losing control and not facing the reality that you’re actually—” you cut yourself off as you’re unable to even finish the sentence, even think of the word. Memories and pain threaten to resurface, but with a simple look at him as you turn around, it all gets blocked off and pushed aside to the depths of your mind and heart.
“I’m actually what?” Pietro probes, “you explain to me, yet I’m still confused. Just be clear, you’ve never kept things from me. Don’t start now.”
“This town,” you start whilst you take only one step towards him, “this…” again you cut yourself and you only shake your head and cry softly. “I can’t, I’m sorry, but I can’t. I can’t lose control of the only peace I have, of the only thing I can control. This second chance at life has to remain perfect.” You lift your hand and turn it so your palm could face you. The yellow hues of your powers emerge on your palm and you fist your hand. Pietro looks at the hues and shakes his head.
“Y/N, don’t use your powers, just—”
You slowly unclench your fist and flick two fingers out to throw the yellow hue at him to hit his head and change this behavior, have him return to being as before; clueless of any suspicions of this town, or what could be going on. Instead of watching the hue hit him, instead of talking to him after the power did it’s thing, you go into the bathroom, lock the door, undress, and step into the shower where you let the warm water run down your body and tears mix with the water running down your face.
“I’m not losing control,” you whisper, “I’m not. I’m not losing control…”
——
“Hello children!” You greet with a grin, looking at the open door to see only Billy had opened the door. “Hello Billy.”
“Hi, aunt y/n,” his eyes look behind you and his eyebrows knot together, he stays there for a second and blinks repeatedly until Wanda walks up behind him.
“Y/N, you’re finally here.”
You nod and walk into her house with Pietro quietly tailing after you.
“Have you met our problem yet?” You question in a whisper, seeing Pietro walk down with Tommy to sit with Billy.
Wanda nods and follows your line of sight. “Yes, did you make him?”
You shake your head, “no, and since I was going to ask you that, I’m going to say you didn’t either.”
“No, what’s going on?”
You sigh and walk down the two steps to stand behind the couch. “I don’t know, but all I know is that there was problems after this new….Pietro came to my house.”
Wanda crosses her arms over her chest and lets out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry. So what did you do? I mean having both Pietros here?”
“I used my powers to make Pietro not question it, to just go with it because I can’t deal with having to explain the truth. Not yet. Not when I don’t know what’s going on.” You explain before you catch Vision walking downstairs. “Let’s talk later.”
“Yeah,” Wanda nods, “okay.”
“Woah! Sweet costume bro-ham-in-law.” The different Pietro comments. “Let me guess. Uh, traffic light. Half shucked corn. A booger!”
You narrow your gaze at his guesses and wonder what was wrong with this Pietro. He was so...childish.
“Who are you supposed to be aunt y/n?” Tommy asks as he fianlly tears his eyes off the tv.
A small smile appears on your lips and you walk to Pietro to stand next to you. “Guess.”
“A rich girl and, uh yourself uncle Pietro? ”
Pietro chuckles and nods. “Exactly.”
You scoff and hook your arm around his. “No, take another guess. I don’t think you’re clueless to who we could be.”
“Teenagers!” Billy throws out.
You muster a feigned smile and shake your head. “No. We’re Cher and Josh! From Clueless, duh!”
The twins look at each other and then at Pietro and then shrug, causing Pietro and you to share and look before looking at the twins again.
“I told you we should’ve gone with something else.” Pietro whispers in your ear. “Like Han Solo and Princess Leia. Only you could’ve have worn her prisoner costume. You know the bikini thing.” Pietro grins and winks. “It would’ve been fun.”
You tilt your head his way and smirk. “For who?”
“For me.”
You roll your eyes and focus back on the twins. “Given by your clueless faces you guys have no idea who they are.” You laugh at your own joke and elbow Pietro. “I did it again.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
You step back and grin smugly. “I’m funny.”
Different Pietro suddenly stands behind you and offers you a fake laugh. “Hilarious, little witch.”
You stiffen and your smile falls, he doesn’t comment anything else and just shoots you a grin before joining the twins—which of course they can’t help but question the problem.
“Why are there two of you?”
Before either of the Pietro's answer, you sit between the twins and make a funny excuse. “Have you guys seen that one movie, Men in Black?”
“Yes.” They both answer simontinosly.
“Well,” you whisper as you look at both Pietros, “that’s happening now. One of them is an alien, but don’t tell them that, or the mission your mom and I are under will be blown.”
The twins smile as they look at you and they exclaim, “cool!”
“What do you say boys! Who’s ready for that first hit of high fructose corn syrup?” Vision exclaims albeit they focus on their game and don’t pay attention to their father. You stand up and sit on the couch, watching all four of them play their game and drink a soda from the can. Your mind wanders and only a faint memory plays in your mind.
“Look, I bought a bag of candy and rented four movies.” Your father says as he shows off the movies in his hands. “Three scary ones and a rom-com so we can watch it after those.”
“What about costumes?” You ask with a grin.
Your father sighs and his blue eyes lose their excited light as a disappointed frown grows on his lips. “I’m sorry but I couldn’t buy them this year. I know I promised, but I couldn’t afford them.”
“It’s okay,” you assure him, “we can make our own!”
You look down at your silver bracelet and feel a wave of sadness crashing in, you’re oblivious to what’s going around you until you hear Vision call to Pietro—your Pietro.
“Pietro, why don’t you come with me.”
You look over your shoulder and see Vision by the door ready to go. You look to Wanda and see a perplexed expression on her own face and you instantly know something was wrong.
You push yourself to your feet and turn to face the group. “Where are you going Vision?”
“Neighborhood watch.” He explains, “Halloween is the perfect opportunity for pranks and we need to take care of our neighborhood and catch those vigilantes. I thought Pietro would want to come.”
Before you could make an excuse for Pietro to come with you, he steps with a surprising answer. “Sounds like a great plan. Let’s go.”
“But,” you interject, “Pietro were in a couple costume, it won’t make sense if you’re not with me.”
Pietro turns to you and shrugs, “it’s okay, you’re always saying that I should get more along with Vision, this is the perfect opportunity.”
You part your lips to argue, but Vision cuts in. “It’s okay, y/n, we’ll get along well.”
Pietro walks to you and plants a kiss on your forehead and adds a sweet comment before walking towards Vision without another explanation. “I’ll see you later, my love.”
“You have a spooky time tonight, kids.” Vision adds before giving Wanda a kiss on her cheek and adding an odd comment, “Be good.” That he masks with doing a funny action and last comment, “I smell crime,” and leaving with Pietro in tow, leaving you with your mouth agape and confused.
——
“That was…” Wanda trials off to let you finish.
“Weird. Yeah,” you nod, “was it a good idea to let them go?”
“No,” Wanda interjects, “but I can’t do anything about it, Vision is starting to…suspect.”
You cross your arms over your chest and nod slowly. “So was Pietro. I don’t know what to do.”
“We just have to let it,” Wanda pauses and lazily waves her hand, “let it flow.” She looks at you and smiles, “nice costume change.”
“Oh why thank you,” you smirk, “now I’m no longer a rich girl, but..” you look down at your black and red jumpsuit, and the red cloak around you and shrug, “...I’m not so sure, character from their game, or a superhero? Billy chose it.”
“Unleash hell, demon spawn!” The different Pietro exclaims making Wanda and you look at him nervously before she spoke on her own curiosity about him.
“Do you remember when we were at the orphanage after mom and dad died? What was the name of that kid who was always trying to steal your boots? You know he was the one...he had the...he had the skin thing.”
“You’re testing me.” The different Pietro points out to her.
“No, I’m not.”
Pietro raises his hands as he explains. “Hey. It’s cool. I know I look different.”
“Why do you look different?” You ask.
“Wanda should tell me. I mean, if I found Shangri-La, I wouldn’t wanna be reminded of the past either.”
Wanda and you share a look, but don’t say anything because Tommy runs up to the group. “Next house, mom.”
“Junior entrepreneur, over here.” Pietro points to the kid. “How about you let uncle P help you maximize your candy acquisition, huh?”
Tommy chuckles, “yeah, kickass.”
“I feel the need…”
“For speed.” Tommy finishes before Pietro speeds them off leaving Wanda and you behind.
“Kick-ass.” Wanda repeats before one of her neighbors catches her attention. “Oh, hey, Herb.”
“Oh, hey!”
“How’s patrol going?” She asks as you both walk up to him.
“Eh, quiet so far. Hold up, will you?” He holds a finger up and talks to his comm, “say again. All the candy had disappeared?”
You look around you and see the blue flash zoom past, giving you the solution to Herbs problems.
“And now all the Jack-o’-lanterns have been smashed. And now everyone’s covered in silly string? Sorry Wanda and y/n, I gotta bounce.”
“Well maybe Vision and Pietro can help you out.” Wanda tries to assure him, expressing a quiet chuckle.
“Vision?” He quips, “oh, he’s not on duty.”
“Oh!”She mouths, “I...I thought he…”
“Is there something I can do for you, Wanda? Do you want something changed?”
You look at Wanda and she just turns his….worry down. “No.” She chuckles nervously, “it’s fine. Never mind.”
Herb chuckles, “all right. Peace.”
You watch him leave and just breathe out what tangled in your head, you simply pushed away the problem. You couldn’t deal with it on Halloween.
——
“Last night, Pietro talked about having a baby.” You reveal to Wanda, who slowly turns her head to look at you wide eyed and with an excited smile appearing on her lips.
“Really?” Her red lips drop her smile and she quirks an eyebrow. “Are you not excited?”
“Eh,” you shrug, “I mean it’s not that I didn’t think of having a family before, but,” you pause and swallow thickly, “I don’t know.”
“He’s not moving too fast for you now is he?” Wanda jokes.
You turn your head to meet her gaze and you snort and can’t help the smile that grows on your lips. “That was funny.”
Wanda grins and seems to be proud of her joke. It was hard not to smile with her.
“But no it’s not—-it is that,” you admit, “before he kept saying,” you clear your throat and imitate his accent, “we should explore the world, go to every beautiful place we can go to and not have to worry about anyone else but ourselves.” Your frown returns and you cross your arms over your chest and walk in a slower pace after her kids and the different Pietro. “He didn’t want to settle down just yet, he enjoyed not being restricted.”
Wanda looks at her twins and then at the different Pietro and nods, speaking quietly. “Yeah he did say that. But,” she begins to fiddle with her fingers and shrugs as she suggests something. “Maybe you do want them. That’s why he’s saying that. You’re happy here, and maybe you think it’s a perfect chance now.”
You look away from her and stay quiet as your thoughts rush in, as you deeply think of what she said.
Finding that there was some truth behind it. You felt secure here, felt like you could have a perfect second chance, you felt like you could….forget what happened before, why you had to make Pietro. You could forget it all and live a normal life, one that you had lived once upon a time ago years ago….
But even if that sounded like paradise, what if something happened that ruined this perfect life? Those people outside the town seemed adamant on barging in. What if you got too attached and then they found a way to make you...lose control?
You gently rub your temple and notice that as you were too lost in thought, Wanda had been dragged away by her twins and you were now walking alone in the middle of the street. Albeit you weren’t in silence for long.
“Hey.”
You look to your side and of course see the different Pietro at your side. You sigh and offer him a forced smile. “Hello.”
“You’ve been a stranger today.”
You chuckle softly and shake your head to look away.
“So what’s our deal, huh? What are you going to do now that there's two of us?” The different Pietro continues.
You scoff, “I’m going to stay with my husband, my Pietro.” You turn to look at him and don’t recognize who you’re looking at. “I look at you and I don’t see the man I met in Sokovia. I look at you and I don’t recognize you.”
“I may not look the same as the other Pietro, but I am legit.” He tries to assure you.
You narrow your gaze on him and study his face, noticing he copied your action. Yet not your next question. “Okay, if you are then tell me what you told me in Sokovia, when Ultron and his drones were attacking the city.”
The different Pietro chuckles and shakes his head as he points at you. “I see what you’re doing and it’s not going to work that way. I know you’re favorite song though, it’s Blitzkrieg Bop—”
“Eh,”
“Eh I wasn’t finished,” he interrupts, “you like jammin out to it when you’re alone and every time you hear it you get this cute little smile on your face.”
“Psh,” you wave off, hiding the inside of your cheek to stop the flustered smile that threatened to spread. “That was a very educated guess.”
“Plus,” he continues, “I can get out. Isn’t that what you want? To get out. With me? Living life from beach to beach?”
Any sort of happiness you had at this moment vanished and you looked at him with a burning glare.
“What happens when this place goes down? You’ll be alone because the other Pietro can’t get out. Not like me, this place goes down and I will still be here. It’s time to stop pushing your problems away and face reality. Ever since I met you you’ve tended to do that; just push everything away and ignore it. Well I’ll tell you one of these you’re going to blow.”
Your jaw and your fist clenches and just as you feel your powers emerge from your hand, the twins and Wanda join you again; leaving you fuming and without an opportunity to fight back. Leaving you utterly quiet.
——
“How about once we finish with this,” you suggest to Billy, “we all have family night, change into some comfy clothes, watch scary movies, and then a funny movie while we eat all the candy we can?!”
“Yes that sounds cool.” Billy agrees, “but can we stay the night with you and uncle Pietro? Mom doesn’t let us stay late, or eat sweets at night.”
You smirk and nod. “Of course, that’s what I’m here for. To be the fun aunt!” You raise your hand to give him a high five but before he could meet your hand halfway, he drops his hand and looks up to the sky and leaves you hanging but curious. When you look up all you see is stars, you want to question it, but Tommy speeds your way and Billy stops him with a single raise of his hand, and the use of his powers that suddenly emerged.
Tommy looks down at the blue hues that stopped his super speed and he grins excitedly. “Wow, Billy.”
Said boy shushes him and before you could share Tommy’s excitement your gaze narrows on the trouble expressed in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
Billy’s eyes widen and he suddenly turns away to call for his mom. “Mom!”
Tommy and you look at each other as Billy runs before you two go after him.
“Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!”
At the sound of the shouts once they get closer, Wanda stands up and looks at Billy with concern. “What? What is it Billy?”
“I hear dad,” Billy pants, “in my head. He’s in trouble.”
Your eyes widen and you can’t help but instantly think about Pietro and his well being. “What about your uncle Pietro? Is he okay?”
Billy looks at you and he stays quiet while his gaze unfocuses for a brief second until he finds a response. “I don’t know, I don’t hear him.” He turns back to his mom frightened by this new discovery. “I don’t know what's happening to me.”
“Where is he?” Wanda probes. “Where’s your dad?”
“Hey don’t sweat it, sis,” the different Pietro interjects cockily, “it’s not like your dead husband can die twice.”
At his comment Wanda snaps back and doesn’t hesitate to use her powers to throw him back and leave him on the ground for good. On the other hand leaving Tommy stunned and a little bit afraid.
“Why did you just do that, mom?”
You look to the confused little boy and walk to him to assure him. “It’s okay. Do you remember what I told you earlier? About one of your uncles being a secret alien?”
“Yeah,” Tommy nods.
“Well this one was it,” you smile softly, “and your mom discovered him and just helped solve that problem. Your real uncle is back home, okay?”
Tommy smiles, “okay.”
When you look back to Wanda, she suddenly throws her hands out and freezes everyone around including her kids, she closes her eyes and suddenly a strong wave of her powers emerge from within her and fly out around her. You barely manage to block it and avoid being hit with the hues. You can’t even question what she’s doing—not like you had the reason to doubt her, or stop her, you trusted her and kept your own force field up as waves of bright red fly past you.
You only drop what protected you after the red hues disappeared, and she opened her eyes again to show the red disappearing from them. Wanda unfroze everything and looked at you with the same concern. “Go home and check if Pietro is fine.”
“Yeah, alright,” you comply, looking to the twins to add one last thing before you leave. “Can I reschedule movie night for tomorrow?”
Billy nods and you smile before you fly back home, landing a few feet away from your house and slowly walking the rest of the way there, seeing Pietro sitting on the steps of the front porch and looking up to meet your gaze as he heard you coming.
“Are you okay?” You question softly as you stop before him.
Pietro nods and right away you notice that something was off; he didn’t greet you with a funny comment, or a joke, he didn’t smile, he looked serious and angry. And that made you dread what was coming.
“Is that weird guy still around?” Pietro finally asks.
You shake your head and try to offer him an assuring smile, but before you could, you look at him with disbelief and blink before questioning what he had said like if you hadn’t understood him. “What?”
Pietro stands up and looks down at you from the steps. “That guy that said he was me, is he still around? Don’t act like you don’t know, or like if I don’t, I avoided being hit by your power last night, I remember everything.”
“I,” you part your lips as you search his face for your response. “No.” You look away and shake your head, there wasn’t a way to avoid this now. “No he’s not around, he was some fake person trying to mess things up, but he’s not...around anymore.”
“Hmm.” Pietro walks back to the porch and then to the front door to open it and point his head inside. “Let’s talk inside.”
“Uh, okay, yeah.” You sigh and without sparing another second you walk inside with the inside of your cheek in between your teeth.
Once you’re in the middle of the living room, you turn to see him a few feet away looking at you with those pretty blue eyes that made your heart melt every time. Even when he was mad.
“I found out where we are,” he begins to explain in a calm voice. “What this place is and why everyone acts so weird.”
You blink repeatedly and try to go up to him, try to explain yourself, “Pietro, I can—”, but he interrupts you before you could go any further.
“Tell me, be honest with me. Did you make this place?” This bubble around this town that forbids everyone from leaving?”
“No,” you shake your head, “I didn’t. It was Wanda, but we don’t know how it happened, I’m being honest, Pietro.”
Pietro swallows thickly and nods slowly in understandment. “Okay. Now explain to me why you’re not letting these innocent people go? Why you have them under some type of mind control? Why you’re hurting them.”
Again you take a step towards him and you stay sincere. “I’m not hurting them, they’re okay. Wanda said that they’re fine.”
“Y/N, in the outskirts of town, one of them was crying, she was barely moving. She kept repeating her action, and when Vision connected with Agnes, she said she needed help.” Pietro walks towards you and in his voice anger seeps through. “So tell me y/n are Wanda and you hurting them?”
“No!”
“You know I remember only parts of my past with you, just parts, it’s like they were chosen memories. I only have one memory of my childhood, I know Wanda is my sister, but I can’t remember anything else.” He continues, “it’s confusing as hell. The only thing I'm sure of is that, we promised to help innocent people, to save them, so they could avoid having the same fate as us, and now you’re doing the one thing that you promised not to do.”
“What?” You gasp softly, “no, no I’m not hurting anyone, I promise,” you keep insisting with a shaky voice. “Pietro, I promise that I’m not hurting anyone, believe me, please.” You try to cup his cheeks but he pushes your hands away.
“Fine. Then tell me why you lied to me, huh? Out of everything I found out what hurts the most is that you lied. Sure, if you want to make this thing, then do it, but don’t lie to me, don’t keep altering my memory so I would forget things when they were inconvenient for you.” He argued in a louder voice, “y/n, we’re partners, you’re supposed to tell me things, not push your problems away.”
You look away from him and breathe out deeply, you step back and clench your fists as he kept arguing.
“I thought we were better than this. But I guess not. I mean it’s unbelievable that you would mess with me, why you would keep things from me.”
“It’s because I want us to be happy,” you interject, trying to suppress your anger. “Just understand that and stop questioning everything.”
“Or what? You’re going to make me forget? Play with my mind?” He remarks as he steps towards you. “Tell me, the real reason why I can’t remember, why you keep messing with my mind, why you built this dome.”
“Because I want us to be happy.” You grumble whilst yellow hues spark on your palm. “That’s the truth. This town, this dome is the only thing that is guaranteeing that. You don’t want to know the reason why you can only remember part of your past, trust me. You don’t want to know.” Tears sting your eyes and you shove away memories that threatened to surface.
“Why? Explain to me.”
You snap your eyes to him and sigh out deeply. “Pietro, stop.”
“Then tell me, why.” He insists with more anger seeping through his voice. You ignore him but he keeps pressing on the matter. Only making you angrier and making it harder for you to keep in control of your emotions and the powers that grew stronger.
“Y/N tell me.”
You ignore him and try to walk past him, but he grabs your arm and swiftly turns you to face him. “Tell me.”
You rip your arm away and whisper out a sharp warning, “Pietro, please.”
“No, just tell—”
You finally snap and in one moment from the next you use your powers to throw him back as you shout out your final response, “I said no!”
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