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seekest thou the road
summary: a random thursday turned into a strange series of happenings which meant certain clarity for you and your mother. but that clarity also meant the start of a new journey, the revelation of true feelings, and a quest for one's desires.
fic type: angst
pairings: agatha harkness x teen!reader, rio vidal x teen!reader, teen x teen!reader
word count: 6.7k
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It was a normal Thursday morning for Agnes and her daughter Y/n.
You trudged out of bed, blanket wrapped around you as you made your way downstairs to see your mom, Agnes O'Connor, making her morning coffee none too happily.
âGood morning,â you said, smiling a little as you sipped on the cup of coffee she had kept ready for you, in response to which you recieved a short grunt.
Agnes O'Connor really wasn't a morning person.
The sound of rain broke the silence that hung heavy between you both, and as the chill seemed to only increase, you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders, feeling your hands tingle with the warmth of the cup in them. The sharp ringtone of her phone made you jump a little, but her chatter faded into the background as your attention went to the kitchen window.
The fog lay thick, same as when you had woken. However, it seemed to strike a chill down your spine which stood out from the cold of the season. Through the pattering of rain on glass, you could hear loud T.V static, the sound of canned laughter. Normal but...foreboding.
Your gaze darted behind to where the T.V was, but the flat-screen was dark, inactive. The sound was from right where you had been looking before--outside. You squinted through the gaps the raindrops left on the glass, to see an old-timey T.V right there in the middle of the street, showing a black-and-white sitcom. The words were not clear, same as the faces of the characters, but you felt like you'd been there before. Not like reminiscence, not like déjà  -vu. Just...familiar.
You blinked rapidly as everything came back into focus. Your mom looked happier than she had in maybe weeks, and you didn't want to ask about phantom T.Vs in the fear of maybe wrecking this strange sense of happiness she seemed to have.
"Get in the car, kid, you're coming to work with me today," she said, tossing her keys up and catching them with an audible jingle.
You groaned. You did not want to spend several hours just sitting in her office, watching her play Candy Crush.
"Great," you grumbled sarcastically, going upstairs to change your clothes. Pulling on plain, comfortable clothes, you discreetly stole her green flannel shirt and pulled it on, combing your hair carefully. You were a lazy teen, yes, but you werenât an animal.
The car rolled down the empty road, the haze seeming to part like the Red Sea, while the view beyond the windows warped with the raindrops running down it. You rested your elbow against the glass, head resting on your palm as you scrolled through a website on your phone, the rumble of the car pairing with the pattering of rain to create the perfect ambiance for silence.
âSo,â your mom said, breaking the somewhat comfortable quietness that had settled. âWhatâs the latest hyperfixation?â
âStill history,â you said in a bored monotone.
âWhatâcha reading about on that tiny screen anyway?â
âThe Salem Witch Trials,â
Agnes rolled her eyes subtly, which you ignored, and shrugged, âYou realise none of that matters anymore, right?â
âYou mean the repression of women and the deprivation of knowledge they faced due to the fear of being burnt at the stake under the accusation of being a witch just cause she can count to ten? Yeah, pretty sure that matters,â you deadpanned.
âJeez,â she scoffed.
You rolled your eyes. Sheâd been sour and irritable for months now, especially after her riding the desk period.
âI donât get why I have to come,â you said. âIâm seventeen, the worst thing Iâll probably do is watch A-rated stuff on Netflix,â
âYeah, well I needed your true-crime expertise,â she said curtly. âAnd you gotta spend your suspension productively somehow, donât you?â
âWell if the police system in Westview wasnât so shit, maybe you wouldnât even need a seventeen year old to help you solve a murder. And for the last time, my suspension is actually invalid, unlike yours,â you rolled your eyes, earning a sharp flick on your temple from her.
âDonât even start,â she scowled. âWeâre shorthanded here,â
âSounds like a you problem,â
âSounds like a week of no phone if you keep up with this attitude, little miss,â
The silence settled again, broken by only the sound of her humming a strange, soft tune. You liked it, but you werenât going to admit it, no way.
Your eyes caught sight of a car wreck just on the side of the road, which was concerning because they werenât any skid marks from what you could see through the watery glass. You shook your head. Youâd clearly been watching too much true crime lately.
The car halted, and she exited, holding the two coffees sheâd bought, nodding at you to get out which you reciprocated with an eye roll.
The air was colder here, the chill of a murder hanging in it, standing out deliciously. You noticed a dark, smoky figure dancing in your peripheral vision, but you blinked and it was gone. Shaking the strange feeling, you shoved your hands in the pockets of your jeans, standing beside Agnes.
âAnother beautiful day,â said your mother.
âHey Herb,â you nodded at the man, who stood behind the yellow tape.
âHey, neighbour,â he nodded at you both, gaze shifting over to Agatha. âSurprised to see you out here, Detective,â
âOh, and the sixteen year old isnât surprising?â She scoffed, earning a shrug from him. She shook her head and continued, âThere I was, sitting on my duff, playing Candy Crush, happy as a clam, enjoying the fruits of my undeserved disciplinary actionââ
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, kicking at a stone on the ground. âBeg to differ,â
âYou punched a suspect,â Herb deadpanned.
âOh, now a convicted felon. I canât be right and wrong at the same time,â she shrugged.
âDebatable,â you singsonged quietly, earning a kick to your shin.
âYes, you can,â he confirmed.
âWhen the Chief calls and tells me, âHibernationâs over. âGot a case only you can solve.â,â sensing his skepticism, she added, âDirect quote,â
He sighed with defeat and pulled up the tape, allowing you both in. You chuckled softly and patted his shoulder with sympathy, earning a soft laugh from his end.
âPlaying hooky, Y/n?â He asked as you walked beside him.
âSuspension,â you grumbled. âPunched a kid in the face,â
âMoving on from the start of your delinquent career,â Agnes interrupted, prompting Herb to continue.
âJane Doe. Found her down here by the water. Dispatch was tipped off by an anonymous call,â he explained.
âBasic,â you rolled your eyes. âLasting evidence?â
âThis is all she had on her,â Herb handed over an evidence bag with something in itâa library card.
âWhatâs this? From a library book?â She asked, snatching it away.
âNo shit, mom,â you scoffed, looking around the area for clues. âAnd real mature for a 50 year old,â
âWatch your mouth,â she snapped.
âWestview branch,â Herb interjected.
âCause?â She asked.
âBlunt force trauma,â
Blunt force trauma? Unless sheâs been clocked over the head at the library with a dictionary, you didnât see any cliffs she couldâve been thrown off of.
As if sheâd read your mind, your mother said, âNot much of a drop around here. She fall?â
âShe was crushed,â he sighed.
Crushed? Even better. Where could you find boulders in a creek where the biggest stone was probably the same size as your hand?
âBy what?â
âSomething big. And heavy,â
âSo she didnât die here,â
âShe is dead, though, isnât she, Herb?â She asked, brow raised.
âOh, sheâs really, most sincerely dead,â he confirmed.
âYou never know,â
The body lay face down beside the creek, and you couldâve sworn you saw that same shadowy figure, this time with a flash ofâŠgreen? It vanished before you could make sense of it.
The woman wore a hoodie and slacksâhouse clothes, suggesting a home murder? Maybe? This case was too complicated. Blunt force trauma with nothing in particular, a library card, and clothes which resembled a breakup uniform. It made as much sense as a toddlerâs handwriting.
Your mother had vanished somewhere, looking for clues, leaving you alone with forensics and the body, surrounded by yellow tape.
The air grew another chill, separate from the one caused by the rain. You felt someone breathing down your neck, and turned sharply to check who it was.
Strangely, nobody.
Your head gave a sharp stab of pain, and you winced, the voices in your head growing loudest, but still giving way to one, familiar voice. And all it said was a single sentence. âSnap out of it,â
There was a snap of someoneâs fingers near your ear, and the voices went back down to whispers in the back of your mind.
Agnes knelt beside the body, freshly rolled over.
âWho are you?â She asked quietly. âWhat happened to you?â
âYou okay, Agnes?â Herb asked, concerned.
âHow do you mean?â She snapped.
âYou donât seem like yourself.â He said nervously.
âFor starters youâre asking a dead body for answers,â you smirked, poking her cheek.
She smacked your hand away. âOh, yeah? And who is that exactly? Iâll try to be more cheerful for you next time,â her tone was bitter as she stood up. âBut right now this unidentified woman lying dead in a creek has just got me down in the dumps,â
âJeez, looks like someoneâs hormonal,â you rolled your eyes, bumping her shoulder as you walked past her. âI canât tell whoâs the teenager here,â
âShut up,â she snapped at you, turning to Herb. âLet me know when the dental records come in,â
You sat in the car with her again, on the way to the library. Yet again, there was that silenceâthat uncomfortable, thin-ice kind of silence which frankly drove you up the wall. There was a time where you would make jokes with her, a time where you both would sing to shitty music on the radio, but that was long gone. Now, all you both did was sit together, a cavernous distance between you two which, in reality, was just a few inches apart.
You loved your mother, of course you did, but it was at times like these where you felt she didnât feel the same.
âWhat do you think, hm?â She asked at lastâthat same, irritated, clipped tone breaking through your thoughts.
âAbout what? If itâs your fashion sense, I think we could use some workââ you began, judgement evident in your own tone.
âAbout the case,â she sighed. âCut it out with the sarcasm,â
âHey, all Iâm saying is that the broke noir-chic is starting to look a little bit more divorce-chic except youâre not getting the benefits,â you shrugged. âBut as for the case, thereâs definitely more to it,â
âOkay, and?â She prompted.
You paused, gathering your thoughts. âWell, for starters, the method of killing is hazy. She died of blunt force trauma, but that was inflicted by crushing, but this is Westview. The biggest boulder in the creek is probably a skipping stone. And you canât crush someone with that. Not their whole body, definitely,â
She hummed thoughtfully. You hated how the only time you talked was about cases. It was never about school, or football, or anything else. Always murder, crime, arrest.
âWhatever, anyway,â you rolled your eyes. âWeâve reached,â
The library had a stupendously long queue, and you were about stand in it, only to have Agnes grip your wrist and pull you forward.
âAh. Official police business. Excuse me, excuse me,â she said, pushing past them all, earning disgruntled comments from them all.
âYou use that line at the supermarket checkout, too?â Dottie, the library clerk asked.
âItâs embarrassing,â you sighed, avoiding eye contact with Agnes.
âOnly suckers wait their turn,â your crazy mother replied haughtily.
âHow can I help you, Agnes?â Dottie asked, sighing softly.
She produced the library card, the packet crinkling as it hit the desk. âFound this on a victim,â
âOoh. Whoâs the victim? Is she dead?â The lady asked.
âNow, why do you assume itâs a woman?â Your mother frowned.
âExactly,â you frowned. âStatistically, males are more subject to be murder victims, given that on an average, only 30% of victims are women,â
The lady gave you a prompt side eye, saying, âI donât know. Sounds more titillating,â
She took a look at the card, shaking her head, âThere are no names on here,â
âBut there are dates,â Agnes interjected.
âWe donât use cards anymore. Everythingâs digital now. Sorry,â she grimaced.
âWell, thanks a bunch for your help, Dottie. Youâve been an absolute angel. Incidentally,â Agnesâs voice rose to a shout as she added, âWhere were you last night between the hours of 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.?â
You put your head down, covering your ears and groaning. âYouâre an embarrassment, mother,â
Just to shut her up, thus sympathising with you, Dottie calmed her down, âI guess I could run the book title,â
âOh, can you?â She snapped sarcastically. âCome on, Y/n,â
âNo, no, no,â you shook your head, evading her attempt to yank you in the library. âItâs time for you to be an adult and give me some money for ice cream after I just suffered second hand embarrassment at your hands,â
âFine,â she conceded, after holding your gaze for a good ten seconds, handing you some money.
âThank you,â you said firmly, marching out of the library.
You heaved a sigh of relief, as if you'd exhaled a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. The sun shone down on the pavement, casting sharp shadows as you walked down the street to your favourite place--the coffee shop where you and your brother would participate in open mic nights. You remembered how well he'd sing with you accompanying him on the guitar...
You shook yourself out of your thoughts. You hated thinking about Nicky. It always ruined your mood. More so than your mother.
You entered the shop, sighing in relief at the familiar scent of chocolate chip cookies and ground coffee beans. The owner of the shop was a sweet old lady and her husband, both of whom were perhaps the kindest people in Westview.
"Hi there," you smiled, handing her the money. "Can I have my usual, please?"
The lady, Mrs. Jackson, smiled before saying, "Oh, that nice young woman over there already asked for one, paid for it, too,"
You turned in the direction where she was pointing, seeing a shockingly familiar woman in police attire, her hair pulled back in a low, loose bun at the nape of her neck, the top two buttons of her white shirt opened, while the sun glinted off the badge she had hung around her neck.
She beckoned you over with the curl of her finger, and you went over, sitting down in front of her.
"Hi there, Detective Vidal," you smiled slightly.
Rio chuckled softly, pushing the cup of coffee towards you. "I see you're still stuck,"
You frowned a little at that. "Pardon?"
She shook her head. "Here, in Westview. I'd have thought your mom would've gotten sick of this place by now,"
You inhaled deeply, sipping the coffee happily. "Wishful thinking," you said. "That lady is fucking crazy. So...what brings you to town?"
"You know why I'm here," she nodded. You liked her for this reason. She was straightforward, just as enigmatic as a detective should be, yet she spoke with a kind of firm kindness which few could master.
"You're here to...get under mom's skin?" You tilted your head, curious.
She laughed, looking down as she shook her head. "I've been assigned to help with her...case,"
"Oh she's going to be pissed," you giggled, fingertips running along the edges of the saucer your cup was on. "But is this case really FBI worthy?"
"Well, it's worthy of federal intervention," she nodded. "But that's not entirely why I'm here,"
You nodded a little dejectedly. "Oh. You're not here for too long, then?"
"Just until this whole matter clears up," she shrugged. "Shouldn't be a while. But we can go for ice cream sometime. How're you holding up here?"
You paused, meeting her gaze fully for a good minute. An aura danced along her outline--black and hazy. Your fingertips tingled against the warm ceramic of the cup, and you felt that same stab of pain in your head like you had in the morning.
"Easy," Rio said softly, her fingertips tapping on your wrist. "Think through it, you're still stuck,"
The world bend out of shape for a good moment, the only thing remaining constant was her face. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing the cup on the table tremble as the voices began to scream.
"Come on, nena," her voice was soft, quiet. "Snap out of it,"
You heard the snap next to your ear again, and when you opened your eyes, you saw through the veil for a moment. She was dressed in black, you could see the bones...
Down came the veil, and with it the voices quietened. Her face was normal again, soft jaw, sharp smile.
"You've got it in you, Y/n," she said softly, her hand still tracing your wrist. "Just snap out of it,"
You blinked, and she was gone.
The next morning, you woke up dazed. It was a similar morning like the previous day's--foggy, cloudy, confusing, gloomy. You avoided your mother completely, she seemed to be a little more off her rocker than usual.
"I'm assuming you're taking me to the office again?" You sighed softly as she grabbed the car keys.
"Yes ma'am, get your ass in the car in five," she said, heading out.
You squinted at said 'car'. It was...a broom on a desk in the living room? But you shook your head, going back to normal. It was just the same old Honda Civic she'd been driving the last few years you had been in Westview.
The station was radiating depression as per usual, and you groaned to yourself as you walked past the Chief with a brief good morning.
She settled in her chair while you sat on the couch, reading your book quietly.
âYou hear what happened at the library?â Agnes asked the Chief.
âNo, Iââ he began, but she cut him off.
âSomebody torched one of the stacks, like, took a flame thrower to it.â
âOh, yeah?â He asked, distracted. âIâll have one of the guys follow up. But listen, Agnesââ
âYou got a spot on your shirt,â she pointed out.
âOhââ
âAnd your tie,â
âMom will you cut it out?â You asked, irritated with her constantly making the poor guy conscious.
âYou makinâ breakfast smoothies again, Chief?â She asked, none too kindly. âYou know youâre supposed to put the lid on before you blend it,â
He sighed, fully used to her antics. âYes, I know. UmâŠlisten, AgnesâŠâ
She sighed deeply, irritated. âYouâre about to tell me somethinâ Iâm not gonna like,â
âSoil samples from under the fingernails and toenails of the Jane Doe came back,â he started, peaking your interest. âThey donât match the soil she was lyinâ in,â
âThatâs no surprise. We assumed sheâd been moved,â she said, nodding.
âYeah, like perp probably carried her off,â you said.
âThere were traces of a particular microbial sediment only found in Eastern Europe,â he sighed.
âThat sounds like a hell lot of work for a perp,â you chuckled.
âNow get to the part Iâm not gonna like,â she said, looking at him sharply.
He stepped aside from the door, and your expression brightened as a familiar woman entered the room.
âHere I am,â she said, her demeanour badass as per usual. âHey, trouble,â she winked at you, earning a rare smile from you in return.
âYou always find new ways to piss me off, donât you, hon?â Agnes addressed you deadpan, her eyes fixed in Agent Vidal.
"Me? I'm an angel," you rolled your eyes.
âOkay,â Chief sighed.
âFancy dirt always attracts the attention of the Feds,â Agnes scoffed disdainfully.
âAgent Vidal is an asset here, Agnes,â he reasoned. âMore brain power and more resources mean you get to the finish line faster. Strength in numbers. Teamwork makes the dreamââ
âEat my ass, Chief,â she interrupted him.
âYouâre just throwing a hissy fit because youâre not gonna be alone in the paper headlines,â you chuckled, earning an eraser chucked at your face.
âIâll leave you to it, then,â Chief said simply, exiting the room.
âItâs been a long time,â Rio said, taking a seat in the sofa, playing with your hair gently.
"What are you doing here?" Agnes asked, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back in her chair.
"My job,"
"You wanna take control of my investigation,"
"No," after a brief pause where her tongue pushed against the inside of her cheek, she said, "If you wanna be in control, you can be,"
Your brow raised, but you went back to your book, as Agnes continued speaking. "SheâŠThe body was moved across state lines. Is that your play?"
Rio took a moment to look around, sighing softly. "Is this really how you see yourself?"
You looked at her, head tilted, and brows furrowed. She continued her movements, her hand gently stroking your hair. You noticed the voices had quietened down significantly...
"Sure. Letâs talk about the case," she said eventually, resignation clear in her tone. "What are your theories? Howâd she end up in the ravine? Trouble?" Her gaze went to you.
"My guess is she was killed elsewhere, probably rolled down the hill," you shrugged.
"No drag marks. Thinking the perp carried her," Agnes said.
"Uh⊠Seems logical, but you donât really believe that becauseâŠ" She stood up, placing the file down with pictures on it, taking a perch on the corner of Agnes' desk. "Oops. No tracks for the perp. Not a leaf disturbed before Forensics showed up. Itâs almost like she just magically appeared," her voice took an odd tone, somewhat...coaxing?
"Letâs stick to reality here, yeah?" Your mother scoffed.
"Who hurt you? Whatever happened to alternate possibilities?" You rolled your eyes. "Like, who shat on your creativity?"
Rio stifled a laugh, earning a sharp glare from Agnes. She cleared her throat, "Sure,"
"If thereâs one thing we can agree on, itâs that these cases are always about the place," Agnes' tone was clear with the taste of theory within it, the backing of facts, the slight hint of senility. "The specific small town, the history of it, the people in it, the secrets buried beneath it. Thatâs where the answers lie,"
"Well, who better to solve the mystery than one of Westviewâs very own?" Rio shrugged, moving off her perch. "Yeah, youâve lived here your whole life. Isnât that true⊠Agnes?"
The pause was jarring, carrying notes of coaxing again, the same tone she'd used at the coffee shop.
"I donât want you here," Agnes scowled.
"Yeah, because anything even remotely comforting in my life you seem to hate," you scoffed, looking at Rio. "I'm sorry about her, she keeps waking up on the wrong side of the bed,"
"It's all good, nena," she nodded, before leaving the files on the table for Agnes. "I'll get you ice cream sometime before I leave town,"
You nodded, high-fiving her, before she nodded at Agnes. "Te veo," she said, leaving.
Your gaze snapped to her, angry. "What is wrong with you?"
"Me? What's wrong with you? Getting all mushy-mushy with the feds," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Maybe because she actually cares about me more than you, you wanted to say.
"I dunno, maybe because her helping with your investigation might mean I'll be free to do what I want," you scowled. "But obviously, you wouldn't care about my happiness, would you?"
You saw a flash of anger pass over her face, and you felt a sick sense of satisfaction. Maybe she finally understood how you felt, maybe this was hint enoughâ
"We're going to the pawn shop, come on," she snapped, standing up and grabbing her jacket.
No such luck.
You rolled your eyes and stood up, shrugging, "Sure thing,"
The pawn shop was musty, dank, and none too welcoming. You hated it.
âIs it real?â Agnes asked him.
âOh, itâs real, all right. And itâs a beaut,â he said. âWhereâd you get it?â
âMind your beeswax, Norm,â she snapped. âWhereâs it from? How old is it?â
âA picture of politeness and ladylike behaviour,â you rolled your eyes, playing around with a vintage puzzle box.
Norm chuckles in agreement before nodding, âNorth American. New England, maybe. Late 17th century, I guess. Itâs made from cowrie shell,â
âWhatâs a cowrie?â She frowned.
âSea snail,â he turned the brooch around and showed it to her, pointing at the ivory figures. âAnd these hotties here. Thatâs Triple Goddess. Maiden, Mother, Crone,â
âCommon figures in witchcraft, late 17th century lore,â you added.
âWhat, no Working Professional Goddess?â She scoffed.
He chuckled and the brooch opened with a click, revealing a strand of hair. âOh, hello,â he said. âLooks like your brooch is a locket. You looking to sell it, Agnes?â
She raised a brow. âHow much you offering, Norm?â
âFor you? Two hundred,â he shrugged.
âI smell bullshit,â you singsonged, grinning at him cheekily.
"Great. Now I know where to start the bidding on eBay," she snatched it back. "Come on, Y/n,"
"No, save me, Norm..." you mock-wailed, saluting him with two fingers as you exited the shop.
The sun went down and the moon came up, rising slowly in the sky as the nightly autumn chill set in. You napped on the couch, thoughts racing and mind a jumble of scenes and words while she worked.
"Go home, Agnes," Said the chief. "Or atleast call a cab for her," he nodded at your napping form.
"I am home, Chief," she said dismissively. "And I'm sure she's fine,"
The Chief switched her office lights off, earning a disgruntled noise of, "Hey!"
"Go home," he said forcefully.
You blinked sleepily as she shook your shoulder, groggy and tired.
"Come on, kid, we're going home," she said gruffly, grabbing her keys and her jacket, waiting for you.
You drowsily sat in the car, elbow leaning on the windowsill as you rested your cheek on your fist, dozing off slowly. You felt Agnes ruffle your hair gently.
âYou did good today, kid,â she said quietly, as a quiet song played on the radio.
You smiled a little, tilting your head to fix your gaze on her. âCareful, you might say you love me, next,â you half-joked, earning a gentle punch to your shoulder.
She parked the car and got out of the driverâs seat, humming to herself still as you followed, still sleepy. You rested your forehead on her shoulder, slipping your hand into hers slowly. She sighed softly at that, but allowed it.
The house was quiet, you could sense some kind of odd energy around itâjust like youâd felt an odd energy around everything else after meeting Rio at the cafe.
Almost like nothing was realâŠ
You felt Agnes pull her hand from yours, saying, âIâll set dinner in sometime,â she kept the distance between you both again. She went in his room, her movements slow and slightly sluggish.
You hated that room.
You heard a knock on the door as you lounged on the couch peacefully.
âWhat?â Came Agnesâ irritated voice.
âDid you know that it is a universally acknowledged truth that a lady cop cannot be good at her job and have a healthy personal life at the same time?â Came Rioâs voice. You heard the sound of pizza in a box. âHungry?â
You sat up instantly, making space for Agnes on the couch, grinning when Rio came in.
âHey, trouble,â she winked, taking a seat in the armchair, her blazer set aside and sitting in a comfy position, one leg perched on her knee, elbows resting comfortably on the armrests.
âHi,â you smiled at her.
Agnes came with two beers and a bottle of cranberry juice for you. You accepted it with a slight smile towards her, still annoyed by before.
Soon, she started telling Rio cop stories like she used to do for you and him.
âSo sheâs a rookie, granted, but I say to her, âHas the suspect been seen in the last 24 hours?ââ Agnes narrates, a laugh in her tone. âAnd she says, âOnly on TikTok.â And then I say, âWell, did you learn anything?â And she says, âThat I was totally using the wrong foundation brush.ââ
You had taken a seat on the carpet in front of Rio, your back resting against her leg as she used her free hand to toy with the soft strands of your hair. You heard her chuckle and glanced up right when she smiled. You liked that expression. And when you heard Agnes laughing you liked it even more.
âAnywayâŠI have a lead in the case,â Agnes said.
âOh do you? A lead which who gave you?â You raised a brow.
âTake it easy, trouble,â the FBI agent smiled. âThatâs not why I came over,â Rio said. But she paused, before nodding. âBut go ahead,â
âThere was a car wreck, about an hour before time of death,â she stated.
âWhere?â Rio asked.
âEastview.â
âEastview? See, I thought you turned into a pumpkin that far afield,â
She smirked. âHey, I travel. Iâm worldly,â
Rio chuckled. âWhere have you traveled?â
You felt the answer on the tip of your tongue, but strangely you couldnât tell past last year when youâd gone for a summer camp past Eastview.
Sensing the sudden shift in focus, Rio brought you both back. âOkay, so what about the car wreck?â
âBloodstain in the back seat,â she stated, an odd look in her eye.
âYou think thatâs how they moved her?â
âFront two airbags deployed,â
âMaybe two perps?â
âMaybe,â
Rio squinted. âBut you donât like it,â
âMy gut tells me theyâre related,â Agnes shook her head, âBut I canât shake this feeling Iâm seeing it wrong,â
âCan I ask you something?â
âYeah,â
âDo you remember why you hate me?â
A pause. An uncomfortable, odd pause.
âNo,â
âAre you hiding evidence?â She raised a brow.
âNo,â she sighed.
âWell, youâre only lying to yourselfââ before she could finish, there was a loud clatter from upstairs. You moved to go investigate with her, but she shook her head.
âStay here,â she scowled. âI donât want you getting hurt in case the guyâs armed, that more paperwork for me,â
âOh how thoughtful,â you rolled your eyes.
As she went upstairs to investigate, you sat on the couch again, patting it for Rio. âWanna sit?â
She chuckled. âSure thing,â
You turned on F.R.I.E.N.D.S, letting it play on a low volume, resting your body against hers. You lay your head in her lap eventually, letting her hand gently rub your arm soothingly.
Her voice was soft as she spoke. âNena,â she said. âHowâre the voices?â
âLoud,â you mumbled, shifting your knees up to your chest a little, an arm wrapping around them.
They got steadily louder as she spoke, making you wince and squirm slightly.
âEasy,â she warned.
âTheyâre so fucking loudâŠâ you hissed, irritated. The objects in the room began to rattle slightly.
âYouâre still Y/n,â she said softly. âBut not this version,â
âThe fuck do you mean?â You asked, irritated.
âI mean that she kept you trapped,â
âWho? Mom? Yeah no shit,â
She chuckled but shook her head. âNo, not her. You remember her name,â
Flashes of something went through your mindâyou saw everything in black and white at first. You felt the world tilt and bend, felt nausea rise at the back of your throat.
âSheâs kept you in this prison,â she said softly. âSheâs just kept you like thisâdocile, dormantâŠâ
âNo, no,â you shook your head. âMom said the voices are just some psychological thingââ
âListen to the voices,â Rio urged. âHear them closely,â
Another flash of somethingâan empty street, crying boys, a woman in red with hair the colour ofâŠscarlet.
âWandaââ you choked out, gasping. The voices slowed from a cacophony to different voices, familiar voices from your past.
All screaming into your ears one thing: Snap out of it.
âThatâs right, nena,â she whispered. âKeep trying,â
Your eyes went dark, black throughout the whites and irises, smoky black magic curling at your fingertips. You looked around you at the still-bending reality.
âWhatâs real?â You gasped out, feeling the magic pulse with your blood. You felt complete for the first time in three years.
âSheâs kept you imprisoned for three years, locking away your ability,â Rio said. âYouâre not just angry at Agatha for these centuries of hurt, youâre angry at Wanda for making you feelâŠâ
âPowerless,â you completed. âIâve been feeling powerless because of her,â
She nodded, a sly smile on her face. âYou wanna try something with me?â
You nodded, grinning somewhat evilly. âSure,â
âFirst, Iâm gonna have to project on your momâs mind, wanna help with that?â
You nodded, devious smile on your face. âI thought youâd never ask,â
Her smile matched yours instantly. âThatâs my girl,â
You saw Agnes entering the room with a random boy, making you frown in utter confusion, before you used your power to help Rio get in her head. While you did so, you felt clearer on your own powers.
You were just like Mami.
Dark magic, soul magic. The kind where you could stop a personâs breathing and pluck the very thing that made them human right from their system. The kind where you could change your face to anyone whoâd had a beating heart at will. The kind where you could shake the devilâs hand while playing with the angels.
Life and Death, you were the balance.
You felt time ticking by slowly but surely, you headed up to your room in a daze. You saw it clearly nowâyou understood just how senile you and your mother had been acting the past few days.
âSleep,â you heard Rioâs voice in your head.
You did.
The next morning you woke up to sunlight streaming through your curtains, the day was warm. You squirmed out from under the covers, noticing yourself in the mirror. You smirked a little. You looked visibly warmer, as if lifting the spell had breathed some extra life into you. Ironic.
Just to check if last night was real, you moved your fingers like your mother had taught you, lifting a pencil and placing it down simply. You grinned with clear, childlike excitement.
âIâm back, baby,â you smirked.
However, your thoughts were interrupted by a loud, angry scream from downstairs.
You nearly fell as you ran down, knife in hand already. It lowered instantly as you saw Agatha in the room.
Naked.
Your own scream matched hers as you covered your eyes with your hands. âMom get some fucking clothes on, you disgusting woman!â
âShut up,â she rolled her eyes. âI assume she got you out, too?â
âObviously,â you grumbled.
âWhatâs up your ass this morning?â
âI donât know, maybe the fact that the first thing I see upon being fully conscious is my mother standing in the living room stark-staring NAKED?â
Before you could comprehend her fast reply, she had dashed out of the house, making you groan in annoyance. You ran out after her, but not before you pulled on a jacket to hide your face with.
âMom, mama, mother, pleaseââ you pleaded, looking through her rather than at her, trying to fix how awkward this was.
âOh! Whoa!â You heard Herb exclaim. âWhat? What is going on? Hey, Miss Agnes, youâyou feeling okay today?â
âStop talking,â she snapped. âHow long have I been here?â
âUh⊠What?â You saw him put his hand up to coverâŠthings from his vision.
âHow long have I been living in this cesspool of a town?â She asked none to politely.
âYou donât remember?â He asked, baffled.
âYet you remember and retain the same attitude as âAgnesâ,â you scoffed.
âCatch me up,â she scowled, ignoring you.
âAbout three years,â he nodded.
âThree years?â She exclaimed. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she realised. âWanda,â
âWe try not to say her name,â he mumbled.
âUgh!â She exclaimed. âBecause youâre cowards, because youâre sheep. What have I been doing all this time?â
âBeing bitchy to really nice people, for starters,â you rolled your eyes.
Herb chuckled but continued just as nervously. "Well, youâve mostly been a good neighbor. A bit too casual with your boundariesâŠ"
Triggered, she snapped, "Call me ânosy,â Iâll cut out your tongue."
"How polite," you grumbled.
"Yeah...you havenât been yourself the past few days," he admitted. "Almost like you got bit by the true crime bug. Now that's normal for Y/n, obviously, but you? Nah,"
"SoâŠSo what? Iâve just been spouting nonsense and youâve just been humoring me?" She scowled.
"I mean, folks been trying to help out, you know, stopping by and bringing you groceries and checking up on you," he explained, his eyes not meeting hers.
"Oh, I get it," Agatha chuckled sarcastically, her eyes on Dottie and her husband, who were trying to get their daughter back inside frantically. "Librarian. Chief of police," Her eyes landed on Norm, who jogged backwards upon meeting her gaze. "Oh! Jeweler,"
As she spoke, Herb tried covering her up with his jacket--a futile thing, really, since she threw it off her body instantly.
"This is where hope goes to die," she sneered.
"You know, um...besides the fact that youâre, umâŠ" he gestured at her with his head. "You seem pretty lucid for a change. Aggressive, even. Powerful."
"Oh god, please don't feed into her ego," you begged, irritated.
"What did you say?" She asked softly, eyes drifting to him.
"I said, âPowerful,â but look, Agnes, ifâŠ"
"Itâs Agatha,"
"Agnes' more annoying, bitchy counterpart," you interjected, earning a smack upside your head.
"Okay. Agatha. Yeah," he nodded, awkwardly. "Can you put on some clothes?" She groaned angrily and stalked off into the house, with you following in embarrassment. "âCause you⊠âCause youâre naked..."
You stormed after her in anger, slamming the door shut behind you. "Mom, we need to talk--"
"No. No!" You heard her exclaim as you noticed how her hands were devoid of one very, very familiar thing. Her purple.
You shook your head. Inside, you were a mess of emotions. You were shocked, scared, angry, confused, and exhausted all in one. You hated this. Hated how she still didn't give you the time of day, how she constantly went after the same thing over and over again. Like always. You grabbed her wrist sharply.
"Mom stop!" You exclaimed, holding her back.
"Did she take yours, too?" She cut you off, her hand yanking away from your grip.
"No, I can, unfortunately, still see the dead, feel the dead, and control...hm...oh yeah, the dead," you rolled your eyes. "But that's not the point! The point is--and she's gone."
Agatha had gone back down to her basement, which, in Wanda's hex, was a whole witchy lair. Now it was just the laundry room. The pentagram was gone, your special little 'quiet corner' with barricade runes was gone, the comforting scent of incense and magic was overpowered by the smell of washing machine grease and Tide Pods.
You saw a bunny hop out from under the washing machine, and Agatha was quick to lift him up and cuddle him close. "I got mugged, mister. She took every little bit of power I had and left me with household appliances,"
Her gaze landed on you. "We gotta get back on top,"
You rolled your eyes. "So much for a normal suspension,"
From upstairs, you both heard a loud thudding noise, and immediately, you ran up and yanked open the coat closet door to see...a boy? With duct tape on his mouth and legs?
"MOM!" You exclaimed, horrified. "Come ON! Have some basic human sense!"
Nonchalantly she shrugged, "So that arrest was maybe more of a kidnapping,"
"You think, lady?!"
"Keep it civil, little miss," she warned, before pointing at the boy. "But if youâre real and not a figment of my imprisoned mind, then that meansâŠ"
The door burst open, splintering and completely broken off its hinges, making you duck and cover your head, grabbing Señor Scratchy, and holding him tight to keep him safe. You placed him under the hallways table, keeping him away from the broken glass and wood. Agatha got blown back by the force of the impact, falling in a heap on the floor.
âShit. Mom!â Your exclaimed, about to help, but she put a hand out to stop you.
âDonât!â She snapped, making your features darken, as you stopped.
You saw a figure clad in black, a familiar woman, and your heart leapt at the sight of her. She flew at your mother before she stood with her knife poised at the base of Agathaâs collarbone, the woman pinned with the force of it, where her pulse beat steadily against the skin.
âIâve missed you,â Rio giggled diabolically.
âI hate you,â Agatha snarled.
âJust like you do everyone you love,â you scoffed, shrugging. âHi, Mami,â
âHey nena,â she replied, eyes fixed on your mother. âHow long has it been, Agatha?â Rio asked, pushing harsher against her grip.
âNot sure,â she groaned, you could sense her seething.
âSince you acquired the Darkhold, you hid behind all that dark magic, but then you lost it, and nowâŠâ she chuckled darkly, the tip of her knife kissing the skin of her collarbone, making Agatha wince. âTouch. Youâre vulnerable,â
She eased, âOnly physically,â
In moments, she grabbed Rioâs head, slammed it into a wall, making you wince as the knife clattered to the side. You winced as Agatha gripped the blade against Rioâs blow, the blood in the xarpet smelling metallic and nauseating.
âDo you remember pain?â Rio gasped. âIt kind of tickles, doesnât it?â
Chuckling dryly, Agatha panted, âCoochie coochie coo,â
After a good minute of them struggling like cats, with Agatha pinning Rio down by the throat, you made a slight attempt to help.
You grabbed your mother by the shoulders and held them apart, angry.
âWill you two hopeless lesbians just cut it out?!â You asked, your palms pressed against each of their chests. âThis is fucking infuriating!â
âStay out of this, Y/n,â Agatha snarled, her eyes on Rio.
âItâs best for you, nena,â added Rio.
âWell how about we be a normal family and perhaps go for dinner instead of you trying to kill each other!â
âYou canât kill me,â your mom hissed at Rio. âYou canât kill me. Itâs not allowed,â
âMaybe I canât kill you,â Rio said, angrily, blowing her back into the cabinet. âBut I can make you wish you were dead,â
Agatha groaned, sitting up. âWait, wait, wait,â she gasped. âThis isnât what you want. Me without power,â
You shrugged at Rio, mumbling, âMaybe itâs better if she didnât have any power, selfish bitch,â
Agatha laughed, glaring at you just a little. âThis is undignified,â she looked at Rio. âDonât you want me at my best?â She stood, you noticed her her voice droppin to that horrible, infuriating, manipulative whisper. âAdmit it. You prefer meââ
âHorizontal?â Rio interrupted. After a pause, she added âIn a grave?â
âFormidable,â Agatha corrected.
âSo take my power,â she shrugged.
Your mother chuckled humourlessly, nodding at her. âThatâs cute. But you know that would kill me. JustâŠlet me get my purple back. And then come find me,â
âI am not the only one that wants to see you dead,â Rio scoffed. âWants to see you burn. Or hang or drown.â
Disconcerted, Agatha tried to lighten the statement, saying, âThere are no new options?â
âI could just sit back and watch,â Rio shrugged.
Slowly, like a cat prowling to its prey, she approached her, voice but a whisper. âCome on. You love it. The anticipationâŠâ
âOkay, Agatha,â Rio conceded, looking down and shaking her head with a chuckle. âBut Iâll be sure to tell them where to find you.â
âWho, specifically?â She and you asked in unison.
âMmm! The worst of them. The Salem Seven,â Rio said. Noticing your panicked expression, she added, âNot you, nena. Just your mother,â
Turning back to agatha she shrugged. âI expect youâll see them at sundown. After all these centuries, Agatha Harkness will finally meet her end. Ugh! It really warms the heart,â
âYou donât have a heart,â Agatha snapped.
Pulling her close all of a sudden, Rio spoke in a low voice, full of conviction. âYes, I do. Itâs black. And it beats for you,â
She lifted the hand from which blood was dripping and in one long, clean swipe of her tongue, healed it.
You made a face with disgust. âMami, ew,â you muttered. âYouâre so gay, my god,â
Rio laughed, shooting Agatha a look, squeezing your cheeks with one hand gently and quickly before she whispered, âIâll see you sometime soon, nena.â
As she went to the doorway, she glanced at Agatha, shrugging, âTe veo,â before leaving.
You both stood there in silence for a good moment, before you asked awkwardly, âSoâŠwhat do we do about the door?â
She looked at you, baffled, her chin held delicately between her thumb and forefinger in thought. âThe door?â
âYeah, she blew it off its hinges,â
âDo you see the state of my sitting room?â
You glanced around at the catastrophic sight. She had a point.
âYeah, Iâm grabbing myself some breakfast, it is far too early for me to deal withâŠthis,â you shrugged, going to the kitchen. âYou want anything?â
Agatha didnât respond, clearly thinking about Rioâs appearance. With a frustrated groan, she was about to stomp away, when she heard some indistinct mumbling from her closet.
Yanking it open, with you behind her, cereal bowl in hand and munching on Lucky Charms, she sighed at the sight of the boy with his mouth and limbs taped up.
âOh, right, you,â
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Our First Thanksgiving
Bambi!Wanda x Reader
Gif belongs to @abimess
You couldnât believe it. Halloween was a blast for you and your doe hybrid mate Wanda Maximoff. You and her had enter the âseasons of firstsâ as you would call it.
Thanksgiving was just on the horizon. Another first holiday for your doe and you. Honestly you loved having these firsts with her. It was like new experiences to share together, to feel the joy and elation that it allows was incomparable.
Your doe had traded her jean shorts for a comfy pair of PJ pants that she wore around the house. Her little deer tail popped out the back of the pants, in truth, it gave you another reason to stare at her perfect form.
One night, about two weeks before Thanksgiving, your mate in question came running into the living room and jumped onto the couch and into your lap.
âSo what are we gonna do?â She asked, her doe tail wiggling with anticipation.
âAbout?â You asked her right back.
âThanksgiving!â She exclaimed. âMy family never celebrated it, you know being from Sokovia and allâ
âWell itâs a feast,â you replied, âa time where we gather together and share what weâve been thankful for over the yearâ
âShe nuzzles you, her antlers fitting just over your head, âI think you know what Iâm thankful for, my buckâ
You kiss her nose in response. âI promise Iâm gonna make this Thanksgiving a memorable one for you, my doeâ
She giggles, âI know you willâ
You had no idea where to even begin. Your mind races with ideas both good and bad as you walk down the hallways of the sanctuary.
âHey boss,â Natasha said with a smirk, âneed fuel? Your brain looks like itâs running on fumesâ
Natasha, your ever loyal wolf hybrid pal guides you into the break room and pours you some coffee.
âSo whatâs on your mind?â She asks as she gives you coffee.
âThanksgiving. I wanna make it special for Wanda.â You explain.
âMy adviceâŠmake a few vegan dishes. Sheâs probably not gonna want direct turkey.â Natasha explains. âBut prepare a small one for me, hey Iâm a carnivore after allâ
âJust inviting yourself huh?â You ask with a chuckle and a smirk.
âAm I not invited?â Natasha offers a mocking offense. âIâm your buddy, your pal!â
âOf course youâre invited Nat,â you smile at her, âyouâre like my sister. Closest thing I had to a family for a long time, Yelena tooâ
Natasha smiles, her wolf tail wagging a little. âMake some turkey tofu for the future wife, some cranberry sauce, stuffing and a green bean casserole, youâll be goodâ
âFuture wife?â You look at her a little confused.
âHey just calls it as I see it. I hear wedding bells for you and your doe in your futureâ Natasha laughs.
You couldnât help but blush. You heard those same wedding bells too.
Thanksgiving had arrived. You worked on both the turkey tofu for Wanda and the regular turkey for your wolf hybrid pals. Natasha borough the green bean casserole. Yelena brought the cranberry sauce, joking that she got into several scuffles for it.
Tony handled thanksgiving dinner for the sanctuary. Doctor Strange led the festivities in your place.
You, Wanda, Natasha, and Yelena held a small intimate dinner at your apartment. You had a nice fireplace loop playing on your tv. Wanda and Yelena found themselves watching the Macyâs Thanksgiving Day Parade while you and Natasha worked the kitchen. Eventually, everyone took their place at your small dining table.
Wanda sat next to you, holding your hand under the table. The dinner was nice and simple, conversations faded into something jovial. The wolves couldnât help but embarrass you by telling Wanda all about your life before her.
Wanda couldnât help but feel blessed. She had a small family there with her. She had two wolf sisters and the love of her life.
Little did she realize how quickly that little thanksgiving dinner set up would grow over time. Eventually Natasha had to bring a bigger fold out table.
Your first thanksgiving as a couple was also your first one as a family. And as far as Wanda could see, it was just perfect.
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Polycule D.A.M.N Crew Headcanons
Was going through @polydamnory posts for the D.A.M.N polycule and it's inspired me to write down some of my own headcanons for these guys. Enjoy!
Dear and Damien are both the chefs of the polycule, Dear is probably the most trusted person to cook in Damiens kitchen unsupervised.
Huxely likes giving extra hugs to his partners whenever they're stressed out about something but it's really just an excuse to pick them up and drag them away from their laptop/whatever they're working on so they can get some proper rest. Has done this on both Damien and Freelancer when they both desperately needed a break from cram studying especially if the usual pleads to take a break don't intially work.
Dear has magic hands where whenever they run their fingers through their partners hair, they all melt at their touch. They turn to pudding as soon as those head rubs happen. They've actually helped a lot with migraines that Freelancer and Damien have.
Gavin, Freelancer and Dear have competitions sometimes to see who can fluster Lasko up more in one day. They all think he's adorable when he's choking on his words and trying to come up with a coherent sentence after mercilessly being teased. So far Gavin and Dear are neck in neck with these challenges.
Speaking of Gavin and Dear, Dear I feel like is someone who doesn't get flustered often which Gavin sees as a personal challenge to fluster them up whenever he gets the chance. Dear finds Gavin very cute whenever he tries to and flirts right back with that same energy.
This is more of a personal headcanon but from tallest to shortest it's Huxely, Dear, Gavin, Damien, Freelancer, and Lasko.
Lasko manages to get everyone into DnD and the polycule tries their best to schedule at least one session a month depending on their own schedules. Lasko usually DMs but Dear also DMs so Lasko can have a chance to play too. Gavin and Freelancer both shamelessly flirt with the DM no matter who it is and whenever it's Lasko it usually throws him off for a good minute or so.
Lasko gets cold very easily so he usually goes to Damien for cuddles when he's feeling extra frosty. Damien doesn't mind and likes having Lasko in his lap while he works if it keeps him warm.
Following up with that headcanon, Damien gets Lasko a shit ton of warm clothes, blankets and socks so he can wear em around the house around fall and winter because of how easily Lasko gets cold.
Freelancer smacks all their partners asses equally and with accurate precision.
Huxely I feel like would be a really good gardener for vegetables and fruits, Dear helps him with growing them. Every few months when certain fruits are in season, they bring em back to share with the polycule and make desserts outta them. Dear makes some killer peach cobbler, apple pies, strawberry pastries etc outta them and there's usually nothing left by the end of the week.
Gavin likes to playfully push Damiens buttons. Right when Damien looks like he's about to blow, Gavin kisses him and it gets to Damien every time lol. Gavin finds it highly amusing.
Freelancer likes giving gentle love bites to all their partners, it's not sexual all the time but whenever they're cuddling one of em or hugging them they have specific spots they like to go for.
For example, Freelancer likes giving love bites on Huxelys and Dears chests. For Damien it's his arms and chests if he's the bigger spoon while cuddling. For Gavin and Lasko it's their necks or arms, whichever is more accessible at the moment.
Dear most of the time is really good at hiding their emotions whenever they're stressed about something or just feeling sad in general but Huxely can pick up the signs pretty quickly. When it comes to his partners he's very observant and can tell when somethings off with any one of them and that includes Dear. Cuddling sometimes turns into a good cry sesh depending on how severe whatever is affecting Dear is.
Freelancer I headcanon as a little bit of a goofball and loves making their partners laugh, it's a wonderful feeling to see nearly all of the polycule wheezing and laughing at their stupid lil jokes and they take heavy pride in it.
#redacted audio#redacted fandom#redactedverse#redacted audios#redacted lasko#redacted huxley#redacted damien#redacted gavin#redacted dear#redacted freelancer#poly damn crew#simplywrites
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For the CCC asks: can we get some simi?? I don't think Kimi would be one to text much so I have no idea how that would play out but I'd love to know about them in your universe
and also for @sashacat1 here is some simi!!! this took me quite a while to work out how I wanted to show their dynamic but I think i got somewhere kind of alright... hope you all enjoy!!! for the ccc snippet prompts
Seb Kimi look I saw a dog on the way to work!
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He was a very good boy, his owner let me pet him.Â
His name is Duke, I think this is a very good name for a dogÂ
Regal
Kimi â€ïž
cute
Seb Argh my office plants are wilting!
I knew I should have brought them home before I went to that conference
You are so much better at looking after my plantsÂ
Kimi wasnât Jen supposed to water them?
Seb Yes!Â
Of course you remember this and you donât even work here
She said she forgotÂ
I donât know how she could have forgotten when she had been in the office for two weeks while my plants have been drooping right in front of her face
My poor babiesÂ
Kimi âčïž
Seb Yes I know Iâm probably being a bit dramatic about it but it is upsetting!
I might have to bring these home for emergency careâŠÂ
They really arenât doing so hot theyâve barely perked up after watering
Kimi Iâll pick you up after work
Seb Really? Itâs not too much of a hassle?
I know itâs really out of the way for you
And we shouldnât be driving unnecessarilyÂ
But I donât know how else I will get these poor babies homeÂ
Kimi itâs fineÂ
Seb You are such a lifesaverÂ
I love youÂ
Kimi â€ïž
Seb Oh I donât even know where Iâll put them
We really are running out of space in the flat
I need to give all my new cuttings away! But I just want to make sure theyâll handle the stress of an environmental change
Do you think Charles would like a plant as a moving gift when he moves?Â
I am very excited to have him around!Â
Sometimes having a plant to take care of reminds you to take care of yourself and I feel like he will need that reminder in his final years of architecture
Kimi đ
Seb Okay fantastic I am glad you agree
I think Iâll give him a pothosÂ
I have too many cuttings from my one and theyâre easy to look after
Hang on what was I talking about?
Kimi space
Seb Ah yesÂ
The ones Iâm bringing home are low light plants and Iâm not sure we have any more room in the bedroomâŠ
Itâs getting quite full in there
The lounge would be too sunny, same with the kitchen
Maybe I have too many plantsâŠ
Kimi bathroom?
Seb Yes!Â
Have I mentioned I love you?
Kimi once or twice
Seb Well I doÂ
Thatâs such good thinking I should be able to make some space on the counter for these two just while they get back to their usual selves
You wonât mind it being a bit cramped in there for a while will you?
Kimi noÂ
Seb â€ïž
Okay wonderful!Â
Now that I have a plan I really should get started on my work for today
I have so many emailsâŠÂ
What does your day look like schatz?
Kimi Michael is bringing his car in
will probably spend most of the day on that
you know how he gets
Seb Oh yes that Ferrari is his baby
ScheiĂe
Why did you have to tell me you were working on a Ferrari today
I canât be horny at workÂ
Kimi you asked
Seb I didÂ
I regret itÂ
God Iâm going to be thinking about that all day
Kimi go answer your emailsÂ
Seb But imagining you all greasy under a Ferrari is so much more appealingÂ
Kimi Iâm not indulging thisÂ
go do your work rakas
Seb Fine đ
Take pictures?
Kimi of courseÂ
Seb đ„°
Okay okay have a wonderful day schatz!
Kimi â€ïž
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Invisible | Part Six
Pairings: Bucky x Reader AU .... eventually lol
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Idiots, angst, Buckys dumb for like no reason at all. Poor steve :(
A/N: Okay im uploading part 7 directly after this cuz yall were patient when i said i was uploading part 6 last night and never did lmao, also the next two are just kinda build ups bucky and reader gonna have some words.........
Masterpost
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Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair as he looks at Steve and Sam, who are both waiting, wide-eyed. âDo you remember that party at John Walkerâs house? It was a couple of years after you dropped out, Sam.â
Samâs eyes narrow, thinking back. âYeah, I only heard about it because Wanda said it got messy. And Steve⊠you were the one who became the keg stand champion, right?â
Steve smirks at the memory. âYeah, that was one for the books. But whatâs that got to do with anything?â
Bucky looks down, his voice soft, almost reverent. âThat night⊠something happened between us. Weâd been drinking, and one thing led to another. We, uh, weâŠ. slept together.â
Thereâs a moment of stunned silence. Steveâs eyes go wide, and Samâs jaw drops. Finally, Steve manages, âHoly crap, Buck. You two just⊠jumped from being best friends to that?â
Bucky nods, a small, wistful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âIâd been in love with her for as long as I could remember. And that night⊠it felt like everything. I thought maybe⊠maybe it meant the same to her.â His face darkens, his voice dropping. âBut when I woke up the next morning, she was gone. Just⊠vanished. Didnât say a word. And after that, she wouldnât even meet my eyes for weeks.â
Sam shakes his head, completely floored. âSo youâre telling us that you two had this whole moment⊠and then she just left?â
âYeah,â Bucky mutters, still looking down. âI thought maybe she was spooked, it was a lot, so I gave her some space butâŠâ He trails off sighing, âMaybe she regretted it, or felt ashamed. Hell, I even started to think she was disgusted with herself for⊠being with me.â
Steve rubs his forehead, staring at Bucky with a mix of disbelief and pity. âSo youâve just⊠never talked about it? Not once?â
âNo,â Bucky says with a bitter laugh. âShe wouldnât, and I wasnât gonna force her to. I figured if she wanted to pretend it never happened, then thatâs what weâd do, yknow id do anything for herâ
Sam scoffs, shaking his head. âBuck, everyoneâs known sheâs been in love with you since forever. She probably thought you saw it as a drunken mistake.â
Bucky stares at him, bewildered. âWhat do you mean?â
âYour reputation in college, at least when I was thereâ Sam says bluntly. âShe probably thought she was just another notch on your belt. Especially if sheâd heard any of those rumours.â
Bucky looks between them, realisation dawning as he mutters, âShe knew those were just rumours, were best friends, she knows me better than that, right? She had to have known they were just rumours.â
Steve raises an eyebrow. âHow was she supposed to know, Buck? Everyone around campus talked about you like you were this heartbreaker, this guy who couldnât be tied down. Best friend Bucky and relationship you are two different Buckyâs to her⊠can you blame her for thinking that night didnât mean anything to you?â
Bucky stares at the floor, his expression twisted with guilt and frustration. âI just⊠I thought sheâd know Iâd never do that to her. That she was different, of course she is different it's her, she has to know that!â He clenches his fists. âI thought she was the one regretting it.â
Sam lets out a sigh, leaning forward. âSo let me get this straight. You both spent years walking on eggshells, thinking the other didnât care, and youâre both probably miserable because of it.â
Bucky shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. âIt just felt safer to leave it alone. I thought it was better to have her in my life as my best friend than risk losing her altogether. Iâd rather have had some of her than none at all.â
Steve shakes his head, a small, sad smile on his face. âYou two have been dancing around each other all this time. Itâs like youâve been playing some drawn-out, painful game of cat and mouse.â
Bucky laughs, but itâs hollow. âGuess weâre both idiots.â
Sam gives him a pointed look. âSo what are you gonna do about it?â
Bucky looks up, something vulnerable flashing in his eyes. âI donât know. I thought Iâd missed my chance. But⊠if she still feels the same, if thereâs even a part of her that still caresâŠâ
Steve claps him on the shoulder. âThen itâs worth fighting for, Buck. Donât let another night slip by without her knowing how you feel, youâve wasted enough time alreadyâ
Buckyâs face hardens with resolve, determination mingling with the lingering fear in his eyes. âYouâre right. I have to tell her. I just hope⊠I hope itâs not too late. Youâre a good friend, Steve. Thanks for this.â
Steve musters a small, bittersweet smile. âOf course, Buck. Anything for you.â
Inside, though, a quiet ache flaresâa familiar, constant ache heâs learned to bury deep down. Unrequited love is painful enough, but what gnaws at Steve isnât just his own longing. Itâs the years heâs spent watching the two people he cares about most teeter on the edge of something real, only to pull back time and again. Heâs seen Buckyâs yearning masked as indifference, her stolen glances that went unnoticed, and all the missed moments that could have been⊠if only one of them had been brave enough.
To Steve, thereâs a nobility in his silenceâa duty to let them find happiness, even if itâs not with him. It would be easy to resent Bucky for hurting you, for treating your feelings like a burden. But Steve canât bring himself to feel anything other than empathy. Buckyâs been as lost as you have, caught in a battle heâs too proud or too scared to admit.
He knows, deep down, that his own feelings donât matter here. What matters is that they have a chance, a real chance, at the happiness heâs always wanted for you, even if its not with him. And if he has to carry his love quietly, if he has to keep his own heartache in check for them, then thatâs what heâll do.
âGo tell her, Buck,â Steve says quietly, the weight of unspoken words heavy in his voice. âAnd donât waste a single moment. You both deserve to know the truth.â
Bucky meets his gaze, nodding with a unsure but trusting smile. He has no idea of the sacrifice Steve is making in this moment, Steve watches him, swallowing the longing and sadness thatâs always there but will never be voiced. In his own way, heâs choosing love tooâa selfless love that finds peace in seeing her happiness, even if itâs not
with him.
Sam glanced at Bucky, his brow furrowing. âHold on a second, what about Kate?â
Buckyâs face falls at Samâs question, the name heâs been trying not to think about suddenly hitting him like a weight in his chest. Kate. Sweet, caring, loyal Kate, who had seen the best in him when he couldnât see it himself, who had been there quietly beside him, hoping heâd come around.
He hesitates, avoiding his friendsâ eyes as he tries to gather his thoughts. âI⊠I donât know. Kate deserves the truth too. I thought maybe she was what I needed to finally⊠to finally move on.â He sighs, the regret heavy in his voice. âBut that was just me lying to myself. And she doesnât deserve that.â
Sam nods, a hint of sympathy in his expression. âKateâs a good person, Buck. She doesnât deserve to be anyoneâs second choice.â
Bucky looks down, guilt clawing at him. âI know. And I hate that Iâve made her one. She should be with someone whoâs all in⊠and thatâs not me. Itâs not fair to her.â
Steve studies Buckyâs face, understanding but also concerned. âSo, youâre going to talk to her?â
Bucky nods slowly. âYeah. She deserves to know. I need to be honest with her before I can⊠before I can even think about anything else.â
Steve claps a reassuring hand on his shoulder. âGood. She deserves that much.â
That afternoon, Bucky texts Kate, asking if they can meet up. His heart pounds as he waits for her reply, the thought of ending things with her weighing heavily on his mind. She responds quickly, suggesting they meet at the same little coffee shop from the day before, and he heads there with a mix of dread and resignation.
When he arrives, Kate is already seated at their usual table, a soft smile brightening her face when she sees him. It makes the ache in his chest deepenâhe knows that after today, that smile will probably disappear, and heâll be the one responsible for it.
âHey,â she says, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. âYou sounded serious in your text. Everything okay?â
Bucky nods, though the heaviness in his gaze betrays him. âYeah, I⊠I just needed to talk to you about something. Something I havenât been fair about.â
Kateâs smile fades slightly, a hint of concern clouding her expression. âWhat is it?â
He opens his mouth to explain, but the words get stuck, the weight of everything catching up to him. âKate⊠I donât know how to say this. You deserve so much more than Iâve been giving you. I havenât been fair to you. I havenât⊠I havenât been fully here.â
Kateâs face softens as she reaches out, gently placing her hand over his. âBucky, I know this hasnât been easy for you. I know youâre⊠complicated. But Iâm here because I want to be. Because I care about you, whether youâre all in or not.â
He shakes his head, guilt gnawing at him. âYou deserve better than âcomplicated,â Kate. I thought I could be the guy you deserve, but I just⊠I canât be.â
She watches him for a long moment, and then her voice drops, quiet but sure. âBucky, I knew what I was getting into when I fell for you. I know youâre still figuring things out, and I can be patient. I can wait if thatâs what you need.â
Her words stop him in his tracks. Thereâs an unflinching loyalty in her eyes, a warmth and steadiness that heâs never fully appreciated until now. She doesnât look away, doesnât flinch, and the weight of her gaze makes his chest tighten.
âKate, IâŠâ he starts, but she squeezes his hand, stopping him.
âLook, Bucky, I know there are things you havenât told me, things you donât think I understand. But Iâve seen the way you look at me, and I think⊠I think we could really have something if you let us.â Her voice trembles slightly, but she holds his gaze, her own eyes filled with a quiet determination.
For a moment, heâs silent, trying to process what sheâs offering him. Kateâs hope, her patience, her willingness to wait for himâitâs more than he deserves, more than he ever thought heâd find with anyone. And he realizes, with a pang, that he canât bring himself to end things with her today. Not with the sincerity in her voice, the openness in her gaze.
After a long moment, he forces himself to nod. âThank you, Kate. For⊠for everythingâŠâ
She smiles, a relieved smile that makes him feel even worse, but he doesnât have the heart to say anything more. The truthâthe messy, painful truthâwill have to wait. For now, heâll accept her patience, even if he doesnât deserve it.
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You sit back on Natashaâs bed, letting out a long sigh, the wine making you feel just the tiniest bit lightheaded as you stare up at the ceiling.
âI canât go home,â you mutter. âBuckyâs over at Steve and Samâs tonight but, when he comes home, I⊠I just canât face him right now. Not after everything.â
Natasha gives you a soft smile. âOf course, you can stay here. Youâre always welcome.â
Wanda chimes in, wrapping an arm around you. âWeâll have a proper girlsâ night. Forget about all that for now.â
You smile, feeling a wave of relief. As you settle back, Natasha glances over at you with a knowing look. âSo⊠what about Dean?â
You groan, rubbing your temples. âOh, God. I completely forgot about Dean.â
Natasha grins. âI can text him, say you got cold feet or something?â
You shake your head. âNo, just⊠leave it. Honestly, with everything thatâs happened⊠I donât know. I keep thinking⊠what if Bucky doesnât feel that way anymore? What if all of thatâwhat I thought we sharedâmeant nothing to him?â
Natasha sighs, squeezing your hand. âLook, whatever you decide to do, Iâm here. Iâve always got your back, babe.â
She pauses, giving you a smirk. âBut you know⊠weâd choose you in the divorce, right?â
You let out a laugh, grabbing a pillow and swatting her with it. âThere will be no choosing! And no divorcing! Bucky and I⊠weâve been friends since we were five. I donât know what Iâd do if he⊠if he really was out of my life for good.â
Natashaâs gaze softens. âThen donât let him be. Youâre braver than you think. Just⊠be honest with him. You might be surprised by what he has to say.â
You fall quiet, her words lingering, filling you with equal parts hope and dread as you lay back, trying to gather the courage for whatever comes next.
The sun is bright, and the streets are bustling as you and Natasha stroll through the city, bags in hand and laughter spilling between you as you move from shop to shop. It feels like old times, light and easy, and after last nightâs heart-to-heart, youâre almost⊠hopeful.
Youâre telling Natasha about the cute little coffee shop you spotted around the corner when, out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of a familiar head of tousled hair. You stop mid-sentence, freezing as you take in the scene just a few yards away: Bucky, hand in hand with Kate, both of them laughing, utterly absorbed in each other.
Your stomach sinks. You watch, feeling your heart twist as Bucky leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, his smile wide and unguarded in a way youâd never been able to see up close until now. He looks⊠happy. Truly, genuinely happy.
Natashaâs gaze follows yours, her face tightening with sympathy as she watches you take in the scene. âYou okay?â she asks softly, though you can tell from her tone that she already knows the answer.
You tear your eyes away, blinking quickly to clear the sting in your eyes. âYeah. Yeah, Iâm fine. Letâs⊠letâs just keep going.â
Natasha squeezes your arm, and the two of you turn, heading back down the sidewalk. But as you walk, a hollow feeling settles in your chest, everything from the night before swirling in your mindâthe confessions, the memories, the what-ifs. And now⊠this.
By the time you reach the next shop, youâve already made up your mind. Bucky Barnes doesnât think youâre worth it, and thatâs that. Whatever you felt, whatever might have been between you in the past, itâs all in your head.
You glance over at Natasha, forcing a smile. âYou know what? Letâs just forget about Friday. Iâm not gonna⊠I donât want to dwell on it anymore. Heâs happy. Iâm happy for him. I think⊠I think itâs time to just move on.â
Natasha studies you, a trace of concern in her eyes, but she nods, letting it go for now. âOkay. Weâll let it go. But⊠if you ever want to talk, you know Iâm here.â
You nod, grateful. And just like that, you tuck the memories away, pushing everythingâFriday night, college, all of itâback into a box in your mind.
After a long day of shopping, you and Natasha are finally heading back. She raises an eyebrow at the bags in your hands. âYou know, youâre welcome to crash at mine again tonight if you donât feel like facing him.â
You shake your head, trying to laugh it off. âNah, Iâve got some work I need to finish up on my computer. Plus, I already paid rent for the month, and you know better than anyone how ridiculous rent is in New York. Canât avoid him forever, right?â
Natasha gives you a look but doesnât push it. âWell, you know where I am if you change your mind.â
You thank her and give her a quick hug before parting ways, gathering every ounce of courage as you head home. But when you open the door to your apartment, your heart sinks: Buckyâs there, sitting on the couchâwith Kate. Sheâs nestled beside him, looking as comfortable as if she lives there.
As soon as you step in, Buckyâs eyes shoot to yours, and the intensity in them nearly stops you in your tracks. You can read him too well, even now. In those blue eyes, you see a mix of emotions flickering back and forthâregret, sadness, something that almost looks like reliefâbut you have no idea which is for you and which might be for Kate.
Kate is the first to break the silence, greeting you with a friendly smile. âHey! How are you? Did you have a good weekend?â
You put on your best casual smile, keeping your gaze mostly on her and avoiding Buckyâs searching eyes. âYeah, it was nice. Just got a little shopping done with Nat.â You hold up your bags, laughing softly. âGuess I went a little overboard.â
Kate laughs, glancing at the bags. âLooks like you did some damage! Special occasion or just a treat-yourself kind of day?â
You hesitate, then, glancing between the two of them. âWell, Iâve got a date on Saturday,â you say lightly, shrugging. âNeeded something nice.â
âOh!â Kateâs face lights up. âNatasha mentioned that on Friday. Iâm so happy for you!â Sheâs smiling warmly, but you can still feel Buckyâs gaze piercing right into you, as if heâs trying to read something hidden just beneath the surface. He doesnât say a word.
You force yourself to look away from him, meeting Kateâs eyes. âThanks,â you say, giving her a polite nod. âAnyway, I should go put all this away.â
âSure thing!â Kate laughs again. âHey, if i dont see you before then, good luck on your dateâheâs a lucky guy.â
You manage a smile, your heart twisting in ways you donât want to acknowledge. âThanks, Kate. You two have a good night.â
As you turn to head to your room, Bucky finally speaks up, his voice a little rough. âYou donât have to go, you know. You can hang out with us.â
You pause, turning just enough to look at him, this is the longest youâve gone without speaking to him and the words that come out cut your throat, you shake your head. âNo, Iâm okay JamesâŠ.thanks, though.â
And with that, you disappear into your room, shutting the door softly behind you. Only then do you release the breath you didnât realize youâd been holding, leaning back against the door and closing your eyes as you try to settle your racing heart.
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The week passed in a fog of work and silence, each day dragging as you went through the motions with an ache in your chest that you couldnât shake. It felt surreal to be in the same office as Bucky, the silence between you heavy and stifling. The two of you used to share everythingâyour worries, victories, and endless conversations. Now, there was a chasm between you, one neither of you seemed willing to bridge. Each day stretched endlessly, and this was the longest youâd gone without speaking to him in as long as you could remember.
At first, you tried to keep things normal, focusing on your work, staying in your lane. But the tension between you was like a third person in the room, and it made everything feel unsteady. You couldnât help stealing glances at him, watching the way he laughed with the others, though even that sounded hollow. You missed the easy camaraderie, the inside jokes, and the playful banter. Now, every moment felt loaded, thick with unsaid words and unspoken longing.
By Wednesday night, you were drainedâemotionally and physically exhausted. Youâd promised yourself youâd join the group for Wing Wednesday, but as the day wore on, a familiar dread settled in your stomach. The thought of sitting across from Bucky, acting like everything was fine, felt impossible. So, you stayed home, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, wishing you could shake the emptiness that clung to you.
The next evening, desperate to clear your mind, you found yourself at the grocery store. You wandered the aisles, filling your cart with essentials, hoping the routine task would offer a brief escape. You were reaching for a can on the top shelf when a familiar voice broke through your thoughts.
âHey! Youâre alive!â
You turned to see Steve approaching, a wide grin lighting up his face. He pulled his cart up next to yours, his eyes warm with that steady kindness that always made you feel a bit lighter.
âYeah, just barely,â you replied with a faint smile. âItâs been⊠a rough week.â
âWe missed you at Wing Wednesday,â he said, his tone light but laced with concern.
You sighed, biting your lip. âYeah, I just⊠wasnât feeling up to it.â
Without asking, he reached over and took a couple of your bags from the cart, lifting them effortlessly. âLet me help you with these.â
You walked beside him, the weight of your bags lightened by his presence. The chill of the evening air hit your face as you stepped outside, a reminder that life was still moving around you, even as you felt stuck.
âThanks, Steve,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
He glanced over, his expression growing serious. âHey⊠donât push the rest of us away. Donât push me away because of Bucky and his nonsense.â
A sad laugh escaped you, more bitter than you meant it to be. âIâm not trying to, Steve. Itâs just⊠hard. Itâs been hard for so long, and⊠I donât think I can keep doing this.â
Unshed tears blurred your vision, and you looked down, trying to keep them at bay.
Steveâs expression softened, his voice gentle. âI know exactly what you mean.â
You furrowed your brow, glancing up at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity. âWhat do you mean?â
For a moment, he seemed to weigh his words, as if deciding how much to reveal. Finally, he sighed, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. âIâve been in love with someone too⊠someone who I know doesnât feel the same way.â
You felt your heart race, wondering who he could mean. Youâd always thought of Steve as your steady friend, the one who was always there. A name popped into your headâNatasha, maybe? She was magnetic, effortlessly commanding any room she walked into.
âWho?â you asked softly, not wanting to pry but unable to help yourself.
He hesitated, his eyes flickering with something you couldnât quite place, before glancing away as you approached your apartment door. Ignoring your question, he murmured, âThereâs a difference, though.â
âWhat difference?â
He paused, then looked back at you, a weight of unspoken words in his gaze. âYours⊠isnât unrequited like you think it is.â
You blinked, his words sinking in slowly. âWhat are you saying?â
Steve held your gaze, his voice firm but kind. âI mean, you donât see how he feels about you. Youâre letting your own doubts twist whatâs really there. You think he doesnât want you, but I can tell you he does.â He reached up, gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek, his hand lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
You swallowed, your heart racing. âSteve, Iââ
He raised a hand, gently stopping you. âJust think about it, okay? Donât shut me out. I know youâre hurting, but⊠my life without you in it would feel empty.â
He offered a soft, bittersweet smile, and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before turning to go, leaving you standing at your door, heart pounding and mind racing.
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I need advice.
Iâm a white intern working in a mostly white southern(ish) high school. Students of Color number at under 2%, perhaps even lower. Itâs a very white, rural community - I grew up in a fairly mixed, suburban northern community, and part of my family is Black.
Several of my white students say rude things to my Students of Color. Iâve told them to knock it off *as appropriately as I can* but Iâm probably one of the few adults that actively discourage that behavior.
I donât want to let this shit fly under the radar, but I also know that if an adult of authority *who will only be here for a couple more weeks* interferes, and then doesnât stick around, it could make things worse. Additionally, I know these kids are probably very very very used to this âsystemâ and that making a short-term change could be more harmful than helpful.
I asked one of my senior students after a very racist incident *where she was laughing along with the perpetrator but I told him to stop anyway* that I can move him, or her, so she could be more comfortable (admin either does nothing or slaps wrists, especially for seniors). She said it was fine and that he was always like that.
I must emphasize, I think they were bantering (they talk so much I think they consider each other friends?), but it was also wayyy fucking out of line, especially in a school setting. And the guy says so much out of line shit Iâm surprised he isnât rocking a full set of dentures to replace the teeth he ought to have lost by now.
Another student took me up on my offer to move people, but I ended up moving him, which sucks because he was the victim in this situation. Unfortunately, I have to keep his aggressors in their spots, as they are highly rowdy in all the ways and require a lot more supervision than he did. And the class is really full. These were also all freshmen, so I wouldnât be surprised if that affected the victimâs reaction.
So Iâd really appreciate advice as to whether I should let it be, or continue as is, or step it up even more, from People of Color in largely white, especially rural, communities. Like any advice from current or previous educators, especially Educators of Color would be appreciated, but specifically southern/rural ones would be wonderful. Iâm going to talk to my family members about it, but theyâve lived in more Northern settings their entire lives and they may have less ⊠applicable (?) experience to the situation.
Again, Iâm an intern, Iâm going to only be there until winter break 2024, and I donât want to fuck things up for these kids in the long run with my northern ally âsensibilitiesâ. Thank you!
#education#help#advice#educators of color#students of color#academia#slightly more context: the senior was a Black girl. there are not a lot of Black students but thereâs multiple of them from different#families (though I also tutor her little brother). so she may have community to fall back upon and that might feel like enough for her#the freshman boy is mixed Asian and as far as I can tell is the only Asian kid currently in this high school#since weâre in Appalachia of course a lot of people say shit like âmy great grandmother was Cherokeeâ (apologies to the Cherokee community#but Iâm quoting these people) but some of my students are much more tan and experience a bit of colorism. again I try to shut that down but#idk how far to take it. the one girl who is definitely Indigenous (Iâm not going to specify further because itâs a small community) doesnât#seem to be treated negatively for it and seems quite proud so Iâm glad for her#but she also passes as one of the tan students so idk if sheâs just comfortable bringing it up around me and it doesnât come up near#racist students or what.#more context I forgot to bring up: Iâm pretty sure most if not all of the Black students are mixed or have mixed parents. so they may#have white family members that make this system of poor treatment seem okay? or white family members#who help compensate for the racist people in the community?#I really donât fucking know and I really donât want to make things worse for anyone#getting âaggressiveâ protection from a student intern may NOT be helpful#idk#thank you for reading this far
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Hi, how is college fairing?
it's been a little frustrating but otherwise mostly alright, thanks for asking! hope you're having a nice dayyy
#not me tearing my hair apart from my lecturer asking me to change my stuff and then going like 'why did you do this'#my good sir it was your feedback what do you want lmao#it's been weeks arghegrjrggrkgrggargkrgk#on the other hand ive been busy so theres that too#but like a good kind of busy?#there'll be some halloween event by my school this sat-sun and me and a few friends are running a booth to sell some art stuff and stickers#it'll be from 10am-10pm at straits quay in penang#if anyone's around feel free to drop by and say hi!#we don't know the exact location of our table yet but you'll know when you see a table with an amount of rwby things lmao#i wish i could do some more other stuff but yknow. time and the cost of printing#all our stuff would probably arrive tomorrow or friday; hope that it'll look okay hhh#we also have like. 700 pieces of hard candy courtesy of a friend's mom lol#i've always wanted to try out doing something like this so it's nice and exciting#sorry it's been a hot minute since i last blabbed this much in the tags đ
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so there's a reason my new job got back to me so quickly about my application and that's bc it's an absolute fucking shambles like actually perfect timing for me to decide to rewatch the bear bc i have never more felt like ive been thrown into a broke on-its-knees establishment trying to crawl its way up the ladder where i am somehow a godsend to them. my old job was crazy and shambolic in the sense that the industry is just Like That but this one?????? insanity. every 5 mins i am questioning what im doing with my life. ive already had a walk-in fridge moment
#so i explained before that there's 3 venues and on my very first shift they had me doing the restaurant venue for 2 hours#which was FINE like i was a bit cautious bc my manager is VERY stressed all the time and the place generally feels like it's falling apart#not the building itself just. the way it's run like it's just got new owners and the previous manager apparently#EMPTIED THE TILLS AND TRASHED THE PLACE like cost them THOUSANDS of pounds and on top of that#there was beef with the head chef and the new owners that meant he left and took the ENTIRE BACK OF HOUSE WITH HIM#THERE ARE NO KITCHEN STAFF ATM. I HAVE TO LIE AND TELL CUSTOMERS WE DONT HAVE FOOD ATM BC OF 'REFURBISHMENT'#WHEN IN ACTUALITY THE /RESTAURANT/ DOESNT HAVE CHEFS. DO YOU KNOW HOW CRAZY THAT IS#and then the front of house staff are very lacking aside maybe 2 people we're ALL NEW and all of them EXCEPT ME#LIKE LITERALLY JUST ME IM THE ONLY EXCEPTION. ALL OF THEM ARE UNTRAINED#so when i applied with bar training coffee training and very solid waitressing skills they genuinely treated me like a saviour#like i am FENDING off shifts tbh im in a v good position bc they need me too much to get shitty w me if i refuse hours but i can literally#have as many as i want bc they will just give me them. like they're obsessed w me im rota'd for over 60 hours this week#but anyway that very first shift after 2 hours in the restaurant i then walked to the mini golf venue on the OTHER SIDE OF TOWN#and my manager stayed for 30 MINUTES. IF THAT. and showed me around the place + how to close THEN LEFT ME THERE#FIRST DAY HE GAVE ME THE KEYS AND LEFT ME TO RUN AN ENTIRE VENUE. IT'S NOT SMALL EITHER IT'S A WHOLE BAR#AND I HAD TO CLOSE ON MY OWN TOO and ironically the shift itself went rlly well like it was so chill#it was kinda boring but honestly i kinda rated it it's v easy money and the close went perfectly nothing cropped up that i was unsure about#and then. AND THEN. i havent even ranted to my mutuals about this yet bc i was acc so horrified by it but i locked the front doors#and went to lock the gate AND THE KEY GOT STUCK IN THE LOCK. WOULD NOT COME OUT. HELLA VS KEYS ROUND 3927593#my mum even showed up and tried to help me wrestle this thing out i called my manager and he literally told me to just snap it#bc he'd rather a snapped key that NO ONE could get out than just leave it there overnight but bc of my recent house key moment#i was like AM I FUCK SNAPPING THIS KEY. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING. so i had to just leave it and at the time#i was realllyyyyyyyyyy beating myself up but my manager is actually rlly nice he's just stretched v thin#and ive also had time to be like uhh actually they shouldnt have left a random 21 y/o girl alone with the keys on her first day#omg i havent even talked about what happened on saturday. ACTUAL SHAMBLES#LIKE THIS /\/\ ISNT EVEN CLOSE TO EVERYTHING! IM RUNNING OUT OF TAG ROOM! IM GONNA REBLOG THIS TONIGHT W MORE PROBABLY!#BC GUESS WHO IS WORKING A CLOSE LATER AT THE NIGHTCLUB THEN OPENING THE RESTAURANT AT 8AM. GUESS#hella slaves to capitalism
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"SHINE A LIGHT (REPRISE)" THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)
I scheduled this for the future lol. Scheduled this on the 23/05/24 for the date in which this will come out Because now it's decent but I still don't like it (but at least you guys won't be starved of my content for too long [not like it would be that big of a deal but if there was someone irl cheering me on for doing this and I said I'd do it I would give them something I did in the past but haven't yet showed them during a time in which I can't produce more of that content]) So anyway you guys, here you have "Shine A Light (Reprise)" in Italian! ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will itâs impractical and still needs so much fixing itâs unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesnât like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I donât always like it)
(the apostrophes [or however â is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so Iâm obviously abusing that power.)
[HEATHER MCNAMARA:] Stupidi tappi impossibili!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Oh guarda, Heather se ne va'a
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Fri-hignar tutta notte!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Non meriti di vivere!
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Perché non ucciderti?
[HEATHER DUKE:] Eccoti un sedativo
[HEATHER & COMPANY:] Fri-hi-higna!
[HEATHER DUKE:] * Perché Babbo Natale non c'Ú (uee-uee)
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Sei patetica perché frigni!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Frigni tutta notte!
[HEATHER DUKE:] (Frigna) Dalla squadra te ne devi andare (Frigna) Lamentati e piagnucola (Frigna) Non meriti di sognare (Frigna) Tu morirai da sola!
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Muori sola! Muori sola! Muori sola! MUORI SOLA! So, direct translation! (used in this to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices [and in one case this])
[HEATHER MCNAMARA:] Stupid impossible (implied to open) caps!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Aww look, Heather's going to
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Whi-hine all night!
[HEATHER DUKE:] You don't deserve to live!
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Why not kill yourself!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Here's to you a sedative
[HEATHER & COMPANY:] Whi-hi-hine!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Because there's no Santa Claus (uee-uee [in this case we're using this parenthesis for the explanations: so, uee-uee are the letters used to mimick crying in Italian, I don't remember the name of the poetic thing now, I think onomathopea? I'm unsure if it's even written right])
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] You're pathetic because you whine!
[HEATHER DUKE:] You whine all night!
[HEATHER DUKE:] (Whine) Go awayfrom the team (Whine) Whine (but as in moan about it) and whine (but as in cry but mockingly) (Whine) You don't deserve to dream (Whine) You're gonna die alone
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Die alone! Die alone! Die alone! DIE ALONE! OG LYRICS (if youâre seeing this I doubt you donât know them, but here they are anyway):
[HEATHER MCNAMARA:] Stupid child proof caps!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Aww look, Heather's going to
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Whine, whine, whine all night!
[HEATHER DUKE:] You don't deserve to live!
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Why not kill yourself!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Here have a sedative
[HEATHER & COMPANY:] Whine, whine, whine!
[HEATHER DUKE:] Like there's no Santa Claus (boo-hoo)
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] You're pathetic because you whine!
[HEATHER DUKE:] You whine all night!
[HEATHER DUKE:] (Whine) Your ass is off the team (Whine) Go on and bitch and moan (Whine) You don't deserve to dream (Whine) You're gonna die alone
[HEATHER DUKE & COMPANY:] Die alone! Die alone! Die alone! DIE ALONE!
#heathers#heathers the musical#heathers 1989#heather mcnamara#song adaptation#i'm sorry#in italiano#italian heathers i'm just going to keep on bothering you with this at this point#heathers fans rejoice for i am not dead and can still provide you with this from the past#if i ever were to die you would stop seeing reblogs for two or more months without any warning and then you'd know something happened to me#which is why if i ever quit i'll be like âbye bye guys was fun knowing you!â#but i haven't quit just yet i am just busy rn#also please enjoy this#non Ăš ufficiale lol non so se hanno mai fatto la traduzione ufficiale o anche la traduzione#i tried to keep as many rhymes as possible#some syllables got fucked up (not in a dead girl walking way but in an âi am damagedâ way [tried my best])#this machine runs on coffee adapts âheathers: the musicalâ songs in italian#shine a light reprise#guys why is that not a popular tag?#also when you see this i'll have been freed by the business of the week for around an hour but will probably need time before anything more#next one's scheduled to come out at 9:40 (hour in France) the 1st of June guys#and y'all won't guess what it is#you know what on the 1/6/24 you'll get two as a treat because i've been neglecting this because of school (you'll get the first at 7am tho)#this and the two 1/6/24 adaptations have been scheduled to get published and not have me forget publishing them
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wanna be put in a room with craft stuff for 10 years
#i cant focus on anything rn but the stuff i wanna make and its turning my brain into mush#the weird brainfucked fear that if i dont get these things started Soon ill forget it#my memory is so fucking borked man and my brain runs too fucking fast to hold on to anything#i make so much that i went and made my own hell lol#the two jobs thing i think is probably the crux rn cause ive got even less time than i used to and my time blindness gives me troubles#ill get adjusted to it#sometimes with all my fucked up processing issues makes me feel like im kind of stuck in a weird bubble#like i have no idea whats happening or whos around me or what people are saying and i just have to stumble through it yknow#shouldve been born as a tiktokers pet snail#not tryna be complainy or in a bad mood or nuffin im fine i literally just want to be making stuff rn#even though works like a big Thing its also been understimulating the past week because theres nothing to do i just gotta Be Here#i need to be put under pressure i need squeezed i need smushed and i aint getting that#if i ever make something for u plz hound me about it#so i can explain in excruciating detail what step im on and how im doing it and what still needs done and how ill do THAT#i should make tutorials#i feel like im way too stream of consciousness to make anything actually helpful#idk i want a toast chee
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doodles of the gay idiots feat Mona and my girlfriend's oc, Lilly :) (who is also a gay idiot)
#oh the pain Mona would have Peter go through when playing#Jay tried to warn him but he didn't listen#though Jay would probably fall harder for Peter when watching him play with Mona#also yeah I got a girlfriend now look at me go I'm so cool#Jay would ask Peter to buy him the most random stuff btw#he'd ask a bunch of weird questions too. like âwould you still love me if I were a wormâ or#âwould you still love me if I murdered your family and spoke German only and stitched your mouth to someone's ass?â#important questions. silly nonetheless#when moving in with Peter. Jay would lounge around the house a bunch once he'd gotten used to the place#and he'd get lost in the woods at least once a week. Peter would panic and go in looking for him#just to find Jay running through a stream or something. maybe fighting a bear or petting a bird idk depends on his mood#fun fact: in my friends au Mona is Lilly's and Jay's kid who's part pancake. more on taht later or something idk it's a long story#anyway idk what else to say#my art#void#friends au#peter yb#your boyfriend#your boyfriend game#Peter Dunbar#Jay#Mona#color palette#pansexual#transgender#jacob skelton#oc stuff
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So I hit my 700th edit for the WHA wiki today, because I am a totally normal person
#For the record I have been there for. 27 days.#That makes an average of 26 edits a day which is even more terrifying because I definitely was not updating every day#Also this is for the Telepedia Wiki not the Fandom one#Anyway you should check it out!#In maybe a week because the website cache is super slow for some reason when you're not logged in#But I'm having fun#The nice thing about working on a wiki where there's actually other people doing stuff#Is that they can do the boring stuff like character bios and etc while I run around doing the fun stuff like pages on animals and plants#Anyway I was working on the Eldroxen page which are the big fluffy ox from the Silver Eve Procession#And it was so funny collecting info on them from the main series and then checking Kitchen real quick and SURPRISE! THEY'RE EATING IT!#I mean I should have expected this after having watched Dungeon Meshi and yet~~~#Also funny was that I copy+pasted the page coding for one the (food) animals as a template for this giant Mole-worm beast page but#forgot to remove the line about it being for food and afterwards had a laugh and then removed it#But now I'm like. They probably WOULD eat that sucker. Giant mole worm/snake/dragon thing? That'd feed a whole town!#Qifrey could have an entire audience watching how he'd prepare and season it#Anyway if you've been wondering where I've been that's it#Also funny story: during the Covid pandemic I stayed employed when my coworkers got let go because they needed me to catalogue an entire#new set of guided reading books; and have these sets have a digital checkout instead of the old-school card catalog we were literally still#using in 2020. Anyway I went all out with the organization of the books and the boxes and even made a reference binder for the books#via subject so teachers/tutors could find specific subjects and reading levels etc#(I'd have done a digital way to search for results but honestly half the teachers couldn't figure out how to sign in to the laptop. So.)#Anyway. Only a handful of teachers actually used these books and two years later the school switched to a new reading program#that came with its own set of books and lessons so this 10k reading set was essentially unneeded (and my dear coworkers never got rehired)#Anyway I learned last week that they're clearing out that room and all of those barely-used books are getting thrown out đđđđđ#Isn't that funny#Literally everything is just sandcastles built in the surf#I'm so glad I already accepted this during my pumpkin carving years because otherwise I think I'd be upset#Anyway I'm gonna go play my spooky fishing game
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So I have some good news regarding my mother â she should finally be able to come home soon! Naturally, this means I will be moving in with her soon as that's always been the plan, and I've been preparing for that and making sure we have everything we'll need for our place. I'll be a bit scarce and slow to get to things, but it's all falling into place at last! I'll still be working in the background when I can both here and on my other hub, but don't expect too much at this time haha.
EDIT: The official day is Tuesday the 27th!
#â° â đ đ đ đ đ đ đ ïŒ#â° â đ đ đ đ đ đ đ ïŒ#đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽ(đ):#mother mention#[#i meant to get this up before now#as i did post an update on my cr hub#but i ended up passing out before i did#& then the next two days also were busy for me#xD#today has really only been my free day#& this week will also probably have me running around#all for good reasons tho#<3#đČđ±đ¶đ:#the day did change due to some things not aligning#but still soon!#]
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#just need to bitch about my new job for a minute#first of all - so lucky and happy to have a job i will say that#been unemployed for two months and i need something to pay the bills#but...the fucking 'no one wants to work' of it all is such bullshit#so this new company starts you at $13/hr#not great but considering i live in rural america it's way worse around here#they're remote but their definition of remote is that you can only work from your house no where else#you get two days off per week but it's not two days back to back#if you're full time you get extra holiday pay but there are no holidays off#if you're part time fuck you you just have to work#full time employees get 10 vacation days and 6 sick days#part time you just get so many unpaid hours off#like...i'm working part time because i'm hoping to get actual work in my field#but you're telling me if i was full time i'd get /16 days/ of paid time off per year?#but also i'm not allowed to go anywhere else while i work??#like i have family just out of state that i could pop over and see on a long weekend or even a short one#but i don't even have two days back to back so i just can't go see them without taking time off#and like...probably i can just use a vpn and it won't be a big deal#and i'm hoping this is a super temporary thing and i can actually use my degree#but like /fucking hell/ of course no one wants to work in conditions like this!#i know it's work from home and there are some perks to that but not enough to make up for everything else#also not them telling me during my interview that after training you don't have to be on camera#but during out first day today being told we have to 'earn the privilege'#bitch please it's fucking chat support#i am just so tired of employers thinking that it's a privilege for us to work for them#it's a privilege for you to have me honestly#oh and also if you run out of days off you don't get unpaid time off#they just start giving you strikes#like our trainer is really nice and great but also she's trying to sell this 10 days off as some kind of amazing thing#in the us that's /fine/ if you also get the holidays off!
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everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn
#self#for instance.....my mom wants me to cut off everyone who is still tied to the school#and im so mad at myself for feeling a certain type of way when the campus manager called me not too long ago basically to tell me she doesnt#trust the girl who did this shit and she wasnt mad at me but was also mad at me for bringing her to her dads house#for reference we were trying to get a cat from the campus managers dads house LMFAO#and i honestly cannot wait to speak to her again and be like đ god dammit you were right like you were every single time#i just dont understand the wiring in her head to think the shit she says and does to people is normal and okay and how she doesnt realize it#is literally a mental health break. when i finally told my mom the first thing she said was shes probably off her medication#which.....probably isnt wrong sadly coming from someone who has borderline and very easily can lose it#but the difference is i dont give in to the urges to try to hurt everyone around me in every way i can#and me and her have said before that we thought she might also have borderline because we were very similar#but god damn does she love proving that if she has it its extremely severe or its something else entirely#on an honest note. shes incredibly narcissistic and i know her mom is part of the reason shes that way bc she was given princess treatment#her entire fucking life and then doesnt understand when other people dont treat her the same way#i hate rambling about this and i hate it that it is bothering me so fucking bad but like ???#if youre going to decide that you can put our past aside period and move on then fucking do that and stop bringing the past up as a way to#hurt me and the people around you???? she acts like shes not done horrible fucking things to people. so sorry i wrote a letter that was very#honest at the time. so sorry that when you found out i apologized for it and said i regret it because 2 weeks after my apology i no longer#regret writing it. if its making school a living hell for you....theres probably a reason for that girlfriend#i am not the person who put that shit in your folder#though i seriously fucking doubt its actually in her folder shes probably assuming it is#and youre the one who made a complete ass of yourself to every educator that ever stepped foot in that building#that has nothing to do with me that you are a literal warning given to every new educator!!!! i havent even been in school there in months#yet IM the problem??? how am i the problem when i graduated in fucking january???? everything since then falls on you#AND YET AGAIN! MIGHT I MENTION! IT IS NOT JUST MY LETTER!!! THERES AT LEAST 2 OTHER ONES!!!!!#BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONLY PERSON SHE DOES THIS SHIT TO!!!!#god sometimes i sit back and realize that theres a reason she regresses as a person and i do not#im not going to sit still anymore and let someone walk all over me and she can thank herself for that#shes who taught me that blocking and running as fast as i can doesnt fix anything#so here we are bitch. youre not blocked and im sure youre sitting at home thinking about how youre right about everything
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I swear to god, if Taylor Swift ends up being the reason I take up running and stick to it, itâs going to be the most embarrassing but also on-brand thing thatâs ever happened to me
#someone on tiktok put together a couch to eras tour running challenge which has phases like couch to 5k; 5k to 10k; 10k to 10 miles#then 10 miles to essentially âyou can now run for so long you could basically do the eras tour if taylor was MIAâ#so i read the instructions and i was like well. i have a treadmill so i basically have no excuse not to do this#week 1 is 1989 so i walked to âblank spaceâ at about 3mph to warm up and then did intermittent walking; jogging & running to style; ootw;#wildest dreams and you are in love. you walk verses; run choruses & sprint bridges#i have a persistent knee injury so i decided to interpret run as jog & did it at about 5mph and sprint as run & went up to about 7mph#at the highest because i didnât want to throw my knee out#like itâs functional but i still have pains and i donât really want to explain to my physio that i broke myself by trying to do a tiktok#challenge. like i canât imagine that going over well#anyway. it was fun! it took 20 minutes in total#i do think i will have to adjust my schedule at some point because right now my day 6 âlong runâ coincides with thursdays which is when#i have pilates which i would rather be a cross-training day for obvious reasons#my cross-training day would otherwise be a tuesday and what the hell am i going to do on a tuesday#honestly even a saturday would be acceptable for cross-training because sometimes i go swimming with my friend on saturdays#and yeah we usually take her kiddo and we just bounce around in a circle but i can always break off from them and do a few lengths#or just tread water and let the kid smack me with a pool noodle. idk#i just honestly felt like if i didnât start this today iâd never end up doing it. so. i started it#iâm now going to tell everyone i know so that theyâll bully me by asking if i ran that day#ooooooh you know whatâd probably work as motivation?!?! i could ban myself from listening to taylor when iâm not running#it will also keep me from getting sick of her. which⊠i donât think will happen anyway because it wouldâve happened already letâs be real#i have been a fan of hers since i was 12 years old. i lived through the drought. likeâŠ#if i get sick of anything itâll be the first few songs on the setlist playlist but! weâll worry about that when we get there#personal
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