#( if anyone wants a specific tag plz let me know ;; )

[lees-chaotic-brain]

rating things my classmates said/did after my dad died! (feat. class 1-a)

cw: mentions of death obviously, you're a member of class 1-a, crack, hurt/comfort, reader is religiously ambiguous, implied depression ig, some angst but mostly crack

note: guys i swear it's okay to laugh at this! i did!! some may say it's too soon but humor is how i cope and i missed writing so when this little idea invaded my brain while i was rewatching bhna (it's my comfort show) i couldn't resist

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ochako: “if you believe in heaven i would offer to use my quirk on you so you could float up to heaven and visit your dad but i doubt they'd let you in anyways”

9/10

low key made me giggle

iida overheard and was horrified.

izuku: “i'm so sorry for your loss. if you ever need to talk i’m here. i know it’s not the same at all but my dad wasn’t around while i was growing up so i can kinda understand. not that i’m saying you have to talk to me because of that or that i understand or that we should make a dead/missing dad club oh my god i need to stop talking i’m so sorry i’ll leave you alone now bye please tell me if you need anything!” *scurries away*

11/10

sweet cinnamon roll 🥹

we should fs make a dead/missing dads club

todoroki: “i’m so sorry for your loss. if i could make my father trade places with yours i would do it in a heartbeat. unrelated, i heard you and midoriya are starting a dead/missing dads club. may i join? mine is dead to me.”

8/10

right idea i guess 😭😭

it was going so well during the first sentence too…

ps ofc you can join our club

bakugou: stormed into my room and violently ripped me from my depression burrito and dragged me downstairs to force feed me a warm home cooked meal bc he knew i hadn’t left my bed or eaten in the last 24 hours

6/10

i always knew you cared abt me us blasty 🥹🥰

the food was delicious but plz be more gentle abt it next time king 🙏

mineta: “yo your mom is a total milf.”

numbers don’t go low enough to express my feelings towards this one

like at my father’s funeral?? the AUDACITY

jirou: spent hours searching for a very specific song my dad sang to me when i was little and actually found it bc she found m crying bc i couldn’t find it and i wanted to hear it again

♾️/10

i actually love you so much

you have no idea how much this meant to me ❤️

aoyama: stuffed cheese into my mouth while i was crying in my depression burrito

-3/10

wtf man that was actually more traumatizing

it wasn’t even parmesan or brie

tokoyami: went on a long spiel about how we are all destined for the Great Darkness then abruptly ended by saying he was sorry for my father’s early departure and disappearing back into his room

7/10

i think you were trying to make me feel better so i appreciate the effort. i am a little confused tho

kiri: ask me if i wanted a hug. when i started crying he started tearing up too then gave me one of the best bear hugs i’ve ever gotten

20/10

super manly dude. i really needed it at the moment and appreciated it ❤️

gonna end this here. i had a few more but i felt like these were the best ones. not tagging anyone since this is like a personal self comfort one lol

THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO LAUGH OR TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. TRUST IT WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

[weirdocat83]

obsessed with your tags, talk mdzs at me pls

Uh.

1) thank you, I really just put the random thoughts I have in the tags and/or accidentally steal other people’s tags

2) some thoughts about mdzs below the cut (I have a lot of thoughts about this novel) ye ask any ye shall receive. If you want to hear my thoughts on something specific plz ask :3

• My fav characters in MDZS are Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang. I love how WWX can be very complicated when he wants to be and has many layers and sides to him. Like, the fandom likes to simplify his character to someone self deprecating but always smiling but he is very complex. He acknowledges his faults and has only tried to do what he deemed right at the time even if he regrets what he does in hindsight. He isn’t infallible. He literally tortured a man to death (even if it felt right to do it considering said man orchestrated a massacre and tossed him into a literal pit of suffering to die in) and was a major player in a WAR. He’s probably killed more than he can count. I feel like a lot of people forget that the main cast is a bunch of war heroes that must’ve had insane kill counts. Including LWJ. It’s quite tragic that none of them really had any good authority figures to lead them seeing as the majority of them were at most 20~30ish and cultivators usually live extremely long lives (at least, that’s my assumption) anyhow, WWX is very aware of his faults, especially post-resurrection as he did kinda fuck up when he accidentally killed JZX. He acknowledges that and makes an effort to apologize and atone. That being said, his faults don’t stop him from being confident and above all likable. Yes he can be annoying but he does know how to behave himself probably better than most (unlike what many members of the fandom like to think). He knows his position well and that it is incredibly precarious (in both lives) but still manages to fit in well enough with essentially nobility that he is good competition for the best in his generation. He is a genius and a great leader and that isn’t stressed enough. Though I think one of the small details in his character that I think gets overlooked is how he “parents” A-Yuan in the burial mounds. Because for as immature as he is when he’s burying A-Yuan in the ground, he also knows that he isn’t the only one caring for A-Yuan and therefore is allowed to be silly but when they’re out at the market and A-Yuan asks for a toy he makes the mature decision to save his money (although LWJ spoils the kid immediately after). This reflects a lot on WWX because it shows he can be very mature when he needs to be but when he doesn’t need to be he’ll happily rely on others. It also reflects on his upbringing showing he knows how important money is (in contrast to the lans who are shown on various occasions to not really think about money much) Personally I love his character because he seems like a person I’d get along with if he were real (which, the incredible writing makes his seems very realistic) meanwhile my other favorite, Nie Huaisang, I love because he is misleading. Some of my favorite fictional characters are very misleading because of the masks they put up to fool people to achieve their goals. How a character will know more than they should but not let anyone know until the moment is right. NHS is someone who is easily underestimated because he seems helpless and unintelligent. And yeah, for a majority of his life he really didn’t care to further his education or really practice cultivation but later he takes this preconceived notion that everyone has of him and uses it to his advantage so nobody suspects a thing while he plans JGY’s downfall. It’s a scarily intelligent move and I think the fact that he takes pleasure in looking at art/books really adds to the fact of how intelligent he is. Most people see his art as pointless hobbies but I think it says a lot about the qualities of his character. I think a lot of people take for granted the patience it takes to make good art or the intelligence it takes to appreciate good literature. So when NHS's older brother dies under mysterious circumstances that just so happen to help the Jins? of course he catches on! He proceeds to keep his enemy close for over a decade until he finally gets his moment of revenge. Which, to me? Props, man. plus only one person even realizes what happened. WWX. 

Some things I don’t particularly like about MDZS (some people may yell at me for this and I'm sorry but this is my opinion): 

- how weird the yi city arc felt? It feels very out of place as we go on this whole journey to learn about all these people and what happened to them but after that they are pretty much no longer relevant. I only found out later that the yi city arc was initially intended to be its own story. So that might be why.

- how certain things are just *left* and never touched on again? We hear all this stuff about baoshan sanren but we never see her or really learn much about her at all. Similarly, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s parents? We hear all these things about them but never learn much at all. Which is weird all things considered when you look at it. It feels like a lot of background info for not much payoff. Yes, it gives us a lot of vital information on why things played out the way they did but it doesn’t stop the feeling that there should’ve been more. Part of me appreciated it though because it gives us no more information than the characters really have. Just passing information that is common knowledge but never really looked into just like many actual people have.

- how everything ended off. So we have that whole scene at the temple and then everything just… calms down? They all go home??? It felt anticlimactic. Especially with Nie Huaisang’s character as (in the novel at least) it sets him up to be the next chief cultivator despite being just as, if not more, sneaky than Jin Guangyao. And that’s probably intentional. The chief cultivator position was likely never meant to be a position of absolute good. It’s politics. But it is a bit weird that we never really see what happens to Nie Huaisang after, post revenge and all. 

[potatowithahat]

Heloo😁 I was wondering if you could write a blurbo - do you think Harvey would be attracted to a very dorky, goofy farmer who has a bit of social anxiety so they come off as boring & polite first but then with time they notice the funny qualities, though the farmer has convinced themselves that nobody will like them due to a string of rejections in the past?

I know its very oddly specific😅 but plz tag me when you post it. I like knowing other ppl's ideas on this.

Of course!!!!

I was actually a little surprised at first because the person you describe is basically me in a nutshell lol 😆 like I have big social anxiety but you get me comfortable and I'll rant to you about Sdv or Hannibal for hours.

As for the Harvey part you gave me a great idea for a fic (Which is coming out later and I will gladly tag you in) but I think he'd be a little off put at first.

I think that Harvey himself suffers from a little anxiety and understands how your feeling, as he was the last person to move into pelican town before the farmer.

I think as far as the goofball side goes once Harvey notices it and they get more comfortable he falls fast and hard. Writing little love notes in his journal, drawing her eyes on medical charts (Which he feels terrible about and imidiately erases when he notices) he's like a middle schooler with there first crush

When it comes to rejections Harvey's all too familiar. I feel like everyone hes tried to really date before the farmer has eather turned quickly into a situationship or ended varey poorly. He definitely understands the place that the farmer may be coming from, though that doesn't mean its not a hurtle for both of them to jump.

Once he does find out that the farmer is interested in him, he goes out of the way to know there wanted. He invites them to share there morning coffee together, go on walks, help him with his model planes (something he won't let anyone else touch). He's not really used to relationships, so any little thing he can do to show the farmer he wants them.

@minnieplier-blog

[vashti-lives]

So like, I have a lot of complicated feelings about the whole discourse around comments and how people comment so much less than they used to but one thing I think people my age have forgotten and younger people have no idea about is that in the era of LJ and the height of ff.net there were A LOT more negative comments than there are today, at least as far as I can see.

For one thing, in the mid 2000s really fucking mean negative comments were so common there was a term for them "flames" and people would regularly mention them in the authors notes of their fics. "No flames or I will delete this story" "flames will be used to roast marshmallows and which Inuyasha and I will eat while laughing at you" "this story contains SLASH! that means boykissing!!! DON'T LIKE DON'T READ! NO FLAMES!!!!!!" etc. You get the picture. It was a different time don't judge. This happened more on ff.net than it did on LJ but it definitely also still happened on LJ.

If you've ever looked into the whole Ms. Scribe thing and puzzled over why anyone believed her, this is why. She was making shit up for fame and attention but lots of authors experienced similar harassment that was actually real. I know people like to be like ~in my day people knew how to use the back button~ but let's be real. Some people weren't using the back button they were going into the comment section to be homophobic and explain all about how you'd burn in hell one day.

I'm not saying nobody gets mean comments anymore but the fact that we don't have a special word for it now and people aren't constantly talking about it in their author notes strongly suggests it's less of an issue.

Even aside from that in 2024 we have commenting etiquette that just, didn't exist in 2004. Its commonly understood now that offering unasked for critique is bad but like, that didn't come out of nowhere. "Are people allowed to send critique to the author of any fic they read?" was an absolutely HUGE fandom fight that got hashed out again and again for years before finally settling on, "mmm let's not." In 2004 this was not a settled debate and imo leaving unasked for critique was much more common, and in fact people who were coming from closed forums and things like yahoo groups felt it was *good* etiquette to always leave critique because that's how it was done in their much smaller communities, which were often more focused on improving specific skills.

If it is true that people leave fewer comments now* we might be experiencing the reality that you can't have your cake and eat it too. The more rules we have about what kind of comments you can and can't make the more people at the fringes are going to decide its safer to just not comment because what if they do the wrong thing and make someone mad? Several years ago my dash was just awash with artists begging people to reblog their art and also awash with artists complaining about the tags people left on the art they were reblogging, it was extremely clear to me that this was a choose one situation. EITHER your art gets reblogged a lot and sometimes people say dumb shit or you shield yourself from bad tags and get a lot fewer reblogs.

There are a number of posts going around right now about how don't you know authors can SEE the comments you leave on bookmarks!! And I've often thought that the end result of this campaign is going to be even less engagement than people are already getting. It's not going to result in nicer comments in the bookmarks its only going to result in less bookmarks.

TBH I actually think getting less negativity in your inbox might be worth fewer comments? Like, I'm not sure fandom made the wrong choice here but I do think continuing to police the kinds of comments people leave is going to continue this cycle so if you really really want your readers to engage with your fic you are going to have to accept that some of those comments will be shit like "UPDATE PLZ" or whatever. I don't think there's a way to get less of the bad comments without getting fewer comments period.

*In addition to everything I've written above there is a part of me that thinks the biggest problem is just that AO3 has a hit counter and LJ didn't and so when people were primarily using LJ they just didn't know how many people read their work without ever interacting. Combine that with the fact that everyone is functionally writing for much smaller fandoms because there aren't mega fandoms like there used to be and you get authors who feel like they're getting less engagement without actually meaningfully getting less engagement, because their OFMD fic isn't getting the number of comments that their 2010s era SGA fic got. Even when they understand OFMD is tiny compared to SGA they don't have the hit counter for their SGA fic to see just how many lurkers there were. the ratio might actually not have been as far off as you think!

[flxwergxrden]

Hana had an abortion. The guy she almost married didn’t agree to keep the child and she wasn’t ready for serious commitment. Especially when the man declared the break up of their engagement, moved out from their apartment and she was left alone to deal with the situation. She didn’t dare say it to anyone, so she mastered up the courage and went to her gynecologist to have the abortion by herself. She had a lot of inner conflict about her decision so the doctor gave her some advice. Think about it a bit more… sadly the fetus wasn’t healthy and when she had started accepting it she had to undergo the surgery.

[senseless-writing]

A Not-So-Happy Accident

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: Austin gets hurt doing something stupid on set, and Y/n is not happy about it. 

Warnings: Talk of blood, cuts, and stitches. Nothing too graphic

A/N: This is based on an interview where Baz, Olivia, and Austin (and possibly Tom Hanks) talk about a time on set where Austin cut his face on a guitar. Of course, I can’t find the interview now, but I swear to god it was real. If anyone finds it, please tag me so I know I’m not going crazy!

If you would like to be added to any of my tag lists (I’ve got a general tag list, along with specifics ones for each fandom I’ve written for thus far), plz leave a comment or ask and let me know which one!

Masterlist

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The first words out of Austin’s mouth after realizing he’d cut his face open on set was “Nobody tell Y/n!” 

Which, of course, made everyone laugh. Up until that point, the room was practically frozen with anxiety, each and every person shushing to a respectful yet uncomfortable silence at the prospect of their star being down for the count. Their minds were put at ease to hear him cracking jokes. 

But Austin wasn’t joking. Not in the slightest. 

Y/n always worried that Austin gave too much of himself to his craft. The mental changes were hard enough, but physical changes scared her. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t an actor, and would therefore never truly understand the lengths to which were necessary in this sort of portrayal. But she sometimes felt like a mother scolding her child for falling down after being told not to run. 

And Austin didn’t just want to run. He wanted to fly. Which only made things worse. 

But he promised his girlfriend to always be careful on set. Not just with his body, but also his mind, soul, and heart. 

“We’re not even doing any stunts, baby. It’s the safest set I’ve ever been on.” 

In hindsight, the words felt pretty stupid now. 

The sting of ice pressed against his right temple was nothing in comparison to the sudden fear he felt over how he was going to tell Y/n. The paramedic holding the bag to Austin’s face had the same look of fear in his eyes, as if he was slightly shocked to be doing what he was doing. In most cases, these sort of professionals were just a precaution. Nobody actually expected to use them. 

The man directed his gaze towards Baz, who stood behind Austin’s chair with a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s a clean cut, that’s for sure. Definitely going to need a stitch or two.” 

Austin scoffed in disbelief. “I didn’t even feel it.”

“We know,” Baz said with half a laugh. “You went through the entire rest of the concert without noticing blood running down your face.” 

Austin could feel it now, though. He was just glad nothing got on the costume. “How long will it take to get the stitches out?” 

“No more than five days. Eyebrow scars, in particular, heal quite nicely. You won’t even see it after a little bit.” 

At least filming won’t be thrown off too much, Austin thought bitterly. No one was very keen on delaying the movie any farther, not after covid stopped everything for so long. Again, the actor was filled with a sense of dread. 

The feeling almost immediately doubled, however, when Austin noticed Baz’s personal assistant was missing from the director's side. 

“Baz?” he turned his head to look at the man still standing slightly over his shoulder. He spoke slowly, as if already knowing the answer but not yet ready to hear it. “Where’s Rachel?” 

At least Baz had the sense to look guilty. Immediately, Austin’s mind wandered to where Y/n sat, happily awaiting his return to his trailer across the lot. 

“You didn’t-” 

“Austin Robert Butler!”

“Oh, dear god,” he mumbled to himself, though he knew there was no point in begging. No deity could help him now. That’s what he got for finding himself one firecracker of a woman. 

She stomped over with the force of a thousand horses, and everyone parted like the red sea to let her through. It was suddenly abundantly clear to everyone on set why he hadn’t wanted to tell her about his accident. They all averted their eyes from the absolute scolding that Austin was about to receive. 

“Hi, honey,” he mumbled just as she reached his chair. The medic switched from holding ice to gauze on Austin’s angry cut, and he, too, pretended not to hear the conversation taking place. 

“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me! Not after you just cracked your goddamn head open!” 

“It’s a scratch-”

She pointed a finger towards him at once, swiftly silencing any poor rebuttal he thought he had. “Don’t interrupt me!” Y/n warned, and Austin’s lips clamped shut. “My honest assumption is that you cracked your head open, and you must have some serious brain damage. ‘Cuz why else would you be acting this stupid? ‘Nobody tell Y/n!’ Seriously, Austin!” 

Austin spun around, despite the medic’s protest, to stare at Rachel accusingly. “You told her that?” 

Y/n smacked him on the shoulder, and Austin’s eyes snapped back to hers with a shout of protest. “Don’t you yell at her! At least someone around here tells me something.” 

“I didn’t want you to worry, baby,” he reached out to rest one hand on her waist, which she allowed. It was a start, at least, in Austin’s eyes. 

Y/n was clearly still upset. Her arms were crossed, hands clenched in fists, and her whole body was stiff as a board. “I have a right to worry! You should thank Baz for sending Rachel to tell me, or we’d be having a completely different conversation right now.” 

Austin didn’t want to think about how that conversation would go. He could still feel the weight of Baz’s hand on his shoulder, and was suddenly immensely grateful for it. 

The older man patted his back with a gentle smile. “I’ll be right back, okay you two? I’m going to arrange for a car to take you to the hospital for some stitches. Better to do them there, right doc?” 

The medic nodded, examining the cut again. “Agreed.” 

Y/n shifted awkwardly on her feet as she watched him walk away, her fiery eyes wandering to the medic. The poor soul seemed to notice, and after a moment's thought, motioned for Austin to take the gauze he was holding. “Here, you take this. Keep the pressure, okay? I should probably help Baz make a few calls.” 

Y/n stepped forward before Austin could speak. “I’ve got it.” 

She slipped herself closer into her boyfriend's hold, pressing the gauze with gentle fingers despite the firm pressure. Austin spread his legs a little to make room for her, and settled both hands comfortably on her hips once the medic turned to walk away. 

Austin couldn’t help it. He knew Y/n was upset with him, and yet his heart still raced at the feeling of her so close to him like this. 

“What happened?” she asked after a breath.

He gave her hips a gentle squeeze. “We were doing another concert performance, like I told you. Filming for the ‘Burning Love’ montage.” 

Y/n nodded along. 

“And we decided it was time to switch into another costume, which was fine. But I’ve never worn this jumpsuit before, beyond trying it on. I guess I’m not used to how it feels yet. Anyways, it came to the part of the song where I do the guitar toss, and the strap got stuck on my cape. So I had to tilt the guitar as I was throwing it to get it unstuck, and when I did, I caught myself on the face.” 

While he spoke, Y/n used her other head to cup his face, turning it to properly examine the injury with her own eyes. Austin let her, mostly because he thought she looked really cute when focusing so intently. 

When Y/n was satisfied with her examination, her eyes met him again with a sigh. “I’m mad at you, you know,” she said very matter-of-factly. 

Austin nodded with a soft smile. “I know.” 

“You promised me you’d be careful. And not telling me when you’re hurt, Austin? Seriously?” 

“I was always going to tell you, baby. Maybe just…when everything was more under control.” 

“You mean you were gonna put a band-aid over it and call it a day?” 

His smile turned sheepish. “Probably.” 

“Mhm,” Y/n mumbled, because she knew her boyfriend better than anyone else. She knew what he was thinking, even when he didn’t want her to. Perhaps that’s what made her so angry. 

Austin fought the urge to purr like a cat when her hand found his hair, running it through her fingers and brushing it off his forehead. “Does it hurt?” Y/n asked him in a tone that told him she was on the road to forgetting her anger for now. 

“No,” he lied. It hurt a bit, though he thought he’d worried her enough for one night. 

She leaned into his tightening grip. “The stitches will hurt.” 

“Maybe,” he agreed, moving awkwardly to press a loving kiss to her cheek. Sometimes, Austin felt stupid for loving this girl as much as he did. 

Y/n giggled at the feeling while struggling to hold the gauze on his forehead, and he felt the vibrations through his lips. “I bet I could kiss it better.” 

His whole face lit up at the thought, which only made her laugh again. “Oh, you definitely could. I think that’s exactly what I need.” 

Her fingers gripped his chin lightly, pointing it down so she could reach his forehead, where she then placed a quick peck to just above the offending cut. Austin pouted up at her, tapping his lips.

“It hurts a little here, too.” 

“I’m sure it does,” Y/n hummed sarcastically, though she still pressed a small kiss to his awaiting lips. Too quick, if you asked Austin. 

“I feel better already,” he assured her. “I think I’m gonna need a few more of those throughout the night, though. You know, to speed up the healing process.” 

Y/n gave him a knowing smirk with loving eyes. “I’m at your service.” 

A true level of seriousness settled behind his next words. “And I’ll try to be more careful from now on, okay? I promise.” 

“I’ve heard those words before.” 

“I meant them then,” he nodded. “And I mean them now. Accidents happen, baby.” 

Her eyes faltered, as if suddenly feeling guilty, which wasn’t at all what Austin was aiming for. “I know.” 

He was quick to continue. “But you’re right. I need to be smarter about things. No more doing scary stuff in costumes I’ve never worn, okay? Or anything else in the same category of stupid.” 

That made her laugh, which Austin considered to be a success. “That sounds like a better deal.” 

Austin couldn’t even feel the pain in his temple. He didn’t notice the scratch of the gauze, the burn of the cut being exposed to air, or the sting from anti-infection spray that the medic put on earlier. All of it paled in comparison to the love he felt from Y/n.

[strwberri-milk]

Here’s an idea How you meet ft Dainsleif, Baizhu and enjou(seperately )

Female reader

Fluff plz

Als may I be tagged if it’s done plz

Dainsleif, Baizhu, Enjou X Reader || Fluff, Dainsleif just collapses bc he's old and tired || 1.4k words

(a/n - unfortunately I couldn't find too many of the kinds of voicelines I wanted to for them to study up so i hope that these portrayals are to your liking! i would also like to say requests are open so if anyone else would like to feel free to send yours in!)

Dansleif:

The day feels so much longer than usual. The herb picking you do only gets more and more tedious with time. It was exhausting work but as soon as you heard that some of the most elusive flowers were spotted blooming at a nearby cliff's edge you just had to make your way to it. After all, if you had them in your possession you'd be able to take care of so many more ailments than you were currently capable of.

You sit yourself down on the grass, sighing a little as you take a breather. It was a beautiful day at least, making the work smoother. For a second, you consider laying down to take a nap. The area was relatively safe after all and it couldn't hurt to just close your eyes for a second.

Just as you're about to, a man comes out of the forest, struggling to breathe properly and limping. His eyes meet yours for a split second, the striking blue and star-like pupil set startling you before he falls down, clearly in pain.

Thankfully, you were perfectly prepared.

When the man comes to, you quickly press a flask of tea into his hands, urging him to drink before speaking. You can see the hesitation on his face, about to return it to you when you take a drink of it yourself, letting some of it drip down the side of your mouth so he can confirm that you weren't just duping him, giving it to him again.

"You don't seem to be too injured," you say gratefully. "I think you just collapsed from exhaustion. Don't worry - I know what I'm doing. I'm a healer at a nearby village."

His eyes search your face, trying to determine if you were lying to him or not. Against his better judgment, he takes a sip of the tea, pleasantly surprised at how it tastes. You wait to see if he'll say anything about it, fiddling with your hands as he finishes it and returns your flask to you. He stands up and experimentally flexes his muscles, the stiffness from before totally abated.

"Thank you," he says with a clearing of his throat, nodding at you.

"I'm sorry for any distress I may have caused."

You shake your head, brushing off the dirt from your clothes.

"Don't mention it, really. I'm just glad you're alright. If you need anything you can come back to my home. I can send you off with a few good meals and some more herbs after you get some rest."

He shakes his head, turning away from you.

"I have a lot of work to do. As generous as the offer is, I'm afraid I can't take you up on it."

You get the sense that if you don't say anything to him right now you'll never see him again, a small voice in your head begging you to not let that happen.

"If you ever need me please don't hesitate to come here and find me. I'm [Name] and my door will always be open for you." The man pauses at your words and faces you again, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Is that so?" he confirms, a slight smile coming to his lips at your small nod.

"I'll be sure to come back then."

Baizhu:

As per usual you find yourself cooped up in the library. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy being here, no being amongst all this knowledge was something you loved. You just wished you weren't so bored.

The pile of books next to you don't really have a specific set of information, more so just some things that you thought would be fun to read. It sits virtually untouched as you give it the millionth once over, about to reach out and grab one when another hand touches yours from behind you.

"So sorry about that," a smooth voice calls from behind you.

"I was under the impression you wouldn't be reading it."

You turn to face the voice, starting slightly when you recognise the famed pharmacist Baizhu. He gives you a polite smile and you return it, taking the book he was reaching for off your pile and reading off the title. Of course - it was a book about ancient medicinal brewing practices.

"Are you studying?" he asks you curiously, taking the book out of your hand when you offer it to him.

"No. I just thought the cover was pretty and thought the content should be just as interesting," you explain, taking a different book to begin reading.

"It can be quite fascinating, or boring if you aren't going to use the knowledge."

He sits down next to you and begins to parse through the pages himself, you not minding his quiet company. His reputation preceded him and you supposed that it was understandable with such a talented man. Those who were at the top tended to have their excentricities after all.

"I just have a natural curiosity for knowledge is all," you respond, thumbing through your own book.

"It's good to be inquisitive," he praises, a light laugh in his voice. "Perhaps I should pick your brain one day and see what all that reading has given you."

You watch him get up from his seat and begin to head toward the checkout kiosk, clearing your throat and prompting him to turn back and face you.

"That sounds like it'd be fun. Perhaps we can meet here again tomorrow?" you suggest shyly, glad to see him nod.

"Tomorrow it is."

Enjou:

Being as adventurous as you are has both its advantages and disadvantages. Right now you found yourself in a slight predicament, not sure how to decipher any of the texts on the walls of the room you're standing in despite promising your guild that you would be able to bring back some of this lost knowledge.

Your foot taps against the stone floor, trying to figure out how to proceed from here. If you remembered your Kamera then you wouldn't have any issue showing it to the others, but you left it at home in your excitement to explore. Maybe you could try to replicate them in your notebook but considering the state of chicken scratch the rest of your writings were you didn't have very much hope for their integrity.

Regardless, you pull out your notebook to try your hand at it. It'd be better to return with something rather than nothing after all. Maybe you could learn something new in your efforts to follow the lines faithfully and produce something that would be close enough that it was legible.

As you're about to begin you hear footsteps coming up behind you, clutching your book to your chest in surprise as someone approaches you. You guess that he's interested in the same thing as you, barely glancing at you as he focuses on the script on the rock. He breezes past you to get a better look, you sidestepping a little to give him a better view.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" he asks you after a second, not bothering to turn back to look at you.

"It's a little difficult to properly determine where this is from but if we had the right archival materials I'm sure it would be easy to do it."

"Really?"

You tilt your head a little after your question, trying to understand how he could do something that seems complicated and speak of it so simply. It made almost no sense to you but you were wildly impressed.

"Do you study history?" you continue, the curious tone in your voice piquing his interest enough that he looks back at you.

"You could say that," he responds, bringing his hand up to his chin as he further regards the writing on the wall.

"Even if I didn't this writing is interesting regardless. It seems quite different from what you would normally see around Teyvat."

The man in front of you is a perfect stranger but it doesn't take much effort to discern that he has a vivid interest in all of this. You're sure that if you push him a little more he'll be more than willing to tell you all that he knows about it, something about him drawing you further in.

"Is that so?" you start to guide, curious to see if he'll fall for the harmless trap you've set out.

"Aren't you clever?" he chuckles, seeing through you right away.

"Do you just want to hear me blather on and on?"

The look on your face tells him yes and he shakes his head with a smirk, crossing his arms and deciding to humor you anyway.

[aspd-culture]

I think my friend has ASPD. I know he can’t afford therapy right now, and he’s holding everything in. I am autistic and just generally very different from him, and I’m clueless about how to support him. Nothing I found while googling was helpful. Does anyone have any tips or resources? How do you feel most supported by friends? I don’t know how to meet him where he is and I want to.

First and foremost, thank you so much for caring enough about your friend to ask this question. Genuinely, if more people tried to learn even a bit from people with ASPD, a lot of us would be better off.

That said, you do first need to know your friend and how they respond to this type of thing. Most people I know, but especially people with ASPD, can get defensive about people making assumptions like this about us if we aren't comfortable with it. My best friend or fiancé could tell me "hey I think you have (insert literally anything no matter how stigmatized)" and I would take it with love and research it heavily and get back to them on if I agree. If any of my other friends did that though, I wouldn't take it super well especially something as stigmatized as ASPD. So, if your friend wouldn't be into this, then avoid the urge to assume they have it. That said, some of the other advice I have you can follow without it having to be an assumption that they have it and some of it is honestly just being a good friend imo so stay tuned.

If your friend *would* be ok with this, then I'd suggest bringing it up to them and seeing if they've heard of it. Come armed with light research (plz no pages and pages of things we do that might be symptoms - that feels intimidating to almost anyone who isn't expecting it) that led you to this conclusion, and make sure to not just avoid stigma but to actually face it head on in this convo - something like "and I know this is something that carries a lot of stigma. I want you to know that this isn't in any way me saying anything bad about you. I just care about you and want to help you get support in the best ways I can, and if knowing more about this can help you then I'd like to help you with that. If you do have it, I will not judge you or think less of you in any way, and if I say something that feels judgemental or stigmatizing please let me know so I can apologize and do better". Stick to that if you say it though please. If they do have ASPD, they're probably pretty good at sniffing out false positivity/sugarcoating.

So, if they are down to research more or you find out they already thought they might have it, that is a good conversation to start with. From there, do your research on the disorder both under the umbrella of how you've noticed it affecting your friend, and outside of that (since there may be symptoms you dismiss and find out later your friend actually *does* struggle with or that they start struggling with later down the line). Learning about the disorder in general is great to decrease stigma even if this friend doesn't end up having it. Make sure this research includes anecdotal stuff across many different media platforms and creators. Don't get all your stuff from one site or creator, or just from scholarly sources. Anecdotal stuff will help you know what day to day life feels like for someone with it but is more likely to not necessarily apply to your friend whilst scholarly stuff is more likely to be stigmatized/demonized, but is more likely to be universal. If your friend addresses anything specific they struggle with that is a part of ASPD, try and find what has helped others with that same symptom. I know personally I love when my friends tell me "hey I know you said you had trouble with this here's something that I found that might help" even if it doesn't bc it shows you're listening and care about how hard this is for the person with the disorder.

Make sure during this research to look into tags like "aspd stigma" or "cluster b stigma" to find out harmful things that are done/said to people with the disorder and try to internalize the information given there so you avoid accidentally hurting your friend. Oftentimes when we feel attacked or condescended against, we get frustrated and lash out because our brains tell us we don't need people, any people, in our lives.

Onto the stuff that is useful even if they wouldn't be ok with you talking about this (aside from researching bc again that could benefit you as a person either way to know).

Try and be sensitive and caring with your friend's feelings of anger, frustration, etc. People with ASPD tend to have heightened sensitivity to these emotions and we often lash out over things that seem small because we have a natural "short fuse" especially when it comes to other people. Don't coddle to the point where it would annoy someone, but just try and see the situation from the perspective of your friend. Even if something "isn't worth" getting angry at to you, they may not be able to control it. An ex friend of mine used to say something to the affect of "if someone lost their pencil and that made them want to (TW) harm themselves, then it doesn't matter that the pencil wouldn't be important to me because evidently it's important to them and *they* are important to me". Bad person, but good advice.

Learn what flat affect is and try to learn to be comfortable with it. I personally hate having to put on appropriate affect and find that having to fake that makes me feel dissociated and disconnected with my own emotions (which leads to more lashing out bc anger creeps in without me realizing). The best thing anyone in my life could do for me would be to be ok with flat affect and not ask "are you ok" 80 times (once is nice and I appreciate it but if I'm ok and they keep asking it again makes me irrationally angry) just because I'm acting normal for me. Not everyone deals with flat affect, but if your friend does, they might appreciate this quite a bit and it might make you a safe place for them to stop masking.

Try to learn the difference between your friend intentionally being mean/harsh and them just being blunt. My bluntness has lost me too many potential/former friends bc they thought I was just trying to be mean. Yes this is of course something I work on, but it helps when my friend doesn't take it personally and says "hey that came off pretty harsh but I know you didn't mean it" vs getting emotional about it and yelling at me/assuming I wanted to hurt them when I didn't.

Don't push too hard to manage/mask the symptoms. Obviously some symptoms are harmful and need to be managed, and I don't in any way mean to let your friend hurt your feelings even on accident without standing up for yourself. I just mean that if your friend *does* have ASPD you shouldn't ever expect them to get to a point where they won't show symptoms bc this is not the type of disorder where it can be cured or even mitigated to the point where it isn't noticible. It's sort of like asking an autistic person to stop showing any autistic traits. It wouldn't be possible - they would just be masking 24/7 which leads to burnout, meltdowns, etc right? Similar idea with ASPD. Encouraging and helping them get their symptoms to a non-destructive level if any are currently harmful to them is great but if it's not harmful then allow them the space to have symptoms. Tbh letting some non-harmful symptoms (such as flat affect) go without masking them helps me control the ones that can be harmful.

Be open and honest about your feelings. A major part of ASPD is issue with empathy, meaning if your friend seems like they don't care that you're upset, it's very likely because they don't know. Get good at communicating "hey I'm feeling this rn" or "the thing you just said made me feel XYZ". This lessens some of the massive workload that people with ASPD have to do to engage in close friendships which again helps avoid social burnout or frustration. This goes for good and bad emotions - it's also nice to hear "hey that was a really sweet thing you just did/said, and that means a lot to me". Bonus points if you can help any confusion they may have about mutual friends emotions. For example if you notice (thanks to the superpower you people with empathy got *built in*) that a mutual friend is upset at the friend with ASPD traits, and they don't seem to get it, pulling them aside or mentioning in a discreet way what they're feeling and why ("hey X, you seem kinda hurt about the thing Y just said") also can go a long way to easing the burden of low empathy.

Learning to recognize impulsive needs and what fills them for your friend can do a lot too. This doesn't work for everyone, but sometimes when I wanna do something sorta off the wall (which is a symptom of ASPD), having my friend offer to do something impulsive but safe helps me personally. For example, if my brain starts itching to pick a fight and my friend pulls out of the blue "hey do you wanna go (insert replacement behavior - for me that would be concerts due to the high energy release or things like sports/indoor trampoline park due to the gross motor and testosterone release)", it can entirely stop me from doing the original destructive behavior. The trick for me though is you can't bring it up *as a replacement*. So for me if my friend asked me "what can we do to avoid you fighting someone rn", nothing we came up with would work, but if they just notice me getting irritable and say "you know what? I wanna go to the trampoline park rn do you wanna come?" then that would work. This is harder for some than others so this step may not be applicable to your friend in particular but I know it does help some.

I think that's everything I have off the top of my head right now, but thank you again (/gen) for the question!

Small edit: upon rereading to check for clarity and proofread, I realized this comes off as me assuming you have typical to high empathy. If you struggle with low empathy, which I know sometime comes with autism, my apologies! Much of the answer to this question was written with how my friend who doesn't struggle with low empathy helps me, and I accidentally wrote it assuming a similar dynamic)

[theroomofreq]

can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[theunfairfolk]

@noideahowtoparty not sure... why i can’t tag you but here’s your friendship reading!

if anyone else wants a custom/in depth reading (and a bonus one once i get the yokai deck) my v*nmo is jackemcee. price is pay what you can, plz use “tarot” in the subject, and DM me on here w ur name on venmo, the deck you want a reading from (crow/arcana/oracle), and if you have a specific question/subject you want the reading to focus on. i can also send it privately if you’d like.

1. THE PULL. the high priestess. something inside of you is calling to improve. this is a good thing. you cannot learn without mistakes, and often lessons need to be repeated. teach yourself as you would teach another and seek out those who offer you the kindness you need to grow. don’t let self-cringe stop you.

2. THE MOVE. 7 of wands reversed. it is tempting to withdraw. to shrink away from those you have hurt. fight this urge. there are some doors barred to you but you will not know which until you knock. use your big kid words.

3. THE SPEECH. 5 of wands reversed. talking requires listening. no, really. letters, while old fashioned to some, can allow people to be heard without overlapping voices. email works too.

4. THE STOP. wheel of fortune. people can leave your life and still live their own happily. the true is same for you leaving them. sometimes the joy is the hard part. do it anyways.

5. THE GROUNDING. 3 of pentacles. there is an alternating current in relationships. many moving parts. there are places that simply do not fit certain people. if your growth is inhibited, find more fertile soil. whatever the opposite of mutually assured destruction is.

6. THE CENTER. death reversed. change is hard. people will pull you back into old habits without even meaning to. and it’s easy to let them. the wheel of a cart finds the rut in the dirt. pave that motherfucker or off road that shit.

[urbanqhoul]

Coffee For Your Head [Fallout 4- Nick Valentine & John Hancock]

sSOOO

this is is kinda my first attempt at writing short lil fanfiction, I’ve written before for video’s n such but I’m by no means great at it so plz dun stab me I just wanted to write some fluff for my fav ship quq.

This takes place in my prewar AU- aka fallout 4 companions if they existed before the bombs dropped n all that fun stuff

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“Think ya really need to work on impulse control, kid.” Nick said flatly as he carefully tried to keep John from falling over in his drunken state well they stumbled back home.

“To hell with that...! Those assholes were practically begging for it...” The smaller man grumbled as he almost tripped over his own feet, causing them both to stumble forward before Nick corrected it. 

They’d both had a painfully long week with a particularly bleak case to solve involving a missing spouse. 

It was by no means out of the ordinary but something about this one specifically had stuck with him and he decided to distract his brain from it with a visit to the local pub.

 As always John insisted on tagging along claiming it was “To help him home” afterwards when they both knew full well who was more likely to get passed out drunk. Predictably the night had proceeded with some banter well Hancock sporadically got side tracked by challenging other patrons to drinking games. 

It was during one of these ventures that ended in Hancock roughed up, bruised with a bloody nose followed by getting kicked out of the bar. 

“...You know I’m pretty used to you getting into a tussle or two- But usually it has a reason. Care to tell me why you tried to knock the daylights out of a stranger?” Valentine prompted, raising an eyebrow.

His response was simply an annoyed groan as he wiped blood from his mouth, “Can we just take a fuckin’ bus or something- its too damn cold and I think the cunt fractured my knee…”

Ignoring it then, alright…

“Think they might call the cops if they see you like this, Really don’t need to end the night in the drunk tank with Danse starting us down like a bunch of roaches. Sides we’re almost home.” Nick said tiredly before carefully taking on more of John’s weight to keep him off his bad leg. 

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“Sign up now and prepare for the futu-”

The television was promptly turned off leaving the only sound in the room, the gentle buzz of the coffee maker, and a snort of irritation from Hancock as he laid flopped over on the couch.

 Nick had just finished tending to his injuries and left him in the kitchen, well he prepared something to combat the inevitable hangover.

“Can’t tell you how sick I am of seeing vault tecs trash everywhere. Like hiding away in a hole in the ground is an amazing alternative and not a slower, more boring death.” He shuffled through the endtable’s drawer before pulling out a thin can of mentats- only to have it promptly snatched away by Nick and replaced with a warm coffee.

“Really looking to just lose every last bit of grey matter you have left tonight aren't you?” The detective chided as he sat next to him, paying no mind to the glare he received before John reluctantly sipped his drink.

After a moment of silence he spoke up again, “...Are you ready to talk about it?”  He asked slowly. “It isn’t like you to pick fights with folks who didn’t earn it.” “He did.”  Came the sharp reply before being cut off by an irritatingly loud slurp as he chugged the rest of the coffee. “Piece of shit- he was talking a load of garbage about you.” John muttered quietly, indignation clear in his tone. “About Winters and...Jen…”

At the mention of his long passed fiance, Nick felt his heart drop into his stomach. A familiar emptiness that came anytime her and the bastard that took her away were brought back to the forefront of his mind. 

John avoided eye contact, gripping the coffee cup with such force it was a wonder it didn’t shatter. “...He went on and on about how you must’ve been so traumatized by everything to have taken up with some street rat druggie. I can deal with that type of shit towards me- it's basically my entire life but using...everything you went through as some petty fucking insult- You don’t deserve that.” 

Nick started to say something before cutting himself off, his half hungover brain trying to process everything he’d said. 

Thanks to the high publicity of the Eddie Winters case, he’d become well known within diamond city. 

Though he took the high road and ignored it, he knew how much people loved to talk about him. About the broken man who’d lost everything trying to catch Winters only for him to get away scot-free. 

It’d been several years since all of this transpired but the moment he was found to be in a relationship with Mayor Mcdonough’s brother- everyone of course started to talk again. 

A stoic old private eye who lost to a crime boss, taking up with a drugged up vigilante was far too ironic for the public to resist. It baffled him how much free time the tabloids had to waste on him, exploiting the tragedy of his past and ‘scandal’ of his present.  

 Hancock had a way of hiding how much things bothered him. Most who were unfamiliar with him would say he was an overly confident arrogant jackass. And well there was a certain truth to that, those who knew him better would find that it was a façade. 

Nick could see it slipping out right now. The brash part of him that was quick to fight a judgmental prick fading away, revealing the hurt man underneath. The part of him that became tough because life didn’t give him any other choice. The part that needed him right now.

Unsure of what to say, Val reached over and pulled him into a tight hug that seemed to have caught him by surprise. 

“...You know I don’t give a damn about what anyone else thinks right?” John tensed up before relaxing in his embrace, nuzzling tiredly into his shoulder. “I know...It's just- Feel like I’m makin’ life harder for you. You’ve already gotten more than your fair share of bullshit from the world.”

“Doll they can talk all they want. I’m lucky to have you, Mayhem n’ all~ ” Nick couldn’t help a faint smile when Hancock’s hold on him tightened followed by a snort as he peeked up. “Ya need to give yourself more credit, you’ve been the best thing to happen to me in a long time…” 

“You’re real fuckin’ cheesy you know that?” John teased planting a soft kiss on his neck, “Do me a favor and take me to bed already, I need to sleep for at least the next year. That asshole was a shit fighter but he did manage to get a few decent bruises in on my legs.” He insisted, letting himself fall over into Nick's arms. “Think you just might be lookin’ for an excuse to not walk a few feet.” With a tired chuckle, Nick lifted Hancock up with what seemed like no effort at all.

“Ya know you’re surprisingly strong for being such an old fuck~” 

“Mm, think it might have more to do with you having the body weight of a starving cat, but that's just an educated guess.. “ 

[evera6234]

Gotham’s Salty WIP: Chapter III

CHAPTER I  CHAPTER II

RATING: T (Teen for cursing and stuff, this may change)

SUMMARY: 

Basically, the typical Daminette with a bit of lime and spice. Borderline crack fic bc i cant without humor. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes to Gotham whilst carrying three years worth of emotional baggage, what she does with it, we don't know. Does she lug it around? Probably. Does she kick it off a skyscraper? Not probable, but maybe. Does she use it to drop kick an unsuspecting liar. Most definitely.                ~~~> EDITED BY OLLIETHETURTLE ON AO3

Transferred from AO3. 

   After a couple minutes of some surface level research Tim pulled out his phone.

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Gunz Blazin’: you a bit late there, mr tim todd

*Gunz Blazin’ renamed Replacement, Tim Todd*

Demon: Stop messaging so carelessly through this group chat you imbeciles!

Gunz Blazin’: (insert emoji spam here)

Gunz Blazin’: Hey tim, can you do some research on marinette dupain-cheng?

Gunz Blazin’: And maybe a lila who is probably in her class

Replacement: Sure, gimme a bit of time.

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   Regardless of how careless he seems to be, Jason is concerned. Thinking from what he could piece together, “The boy (Adrien Agreste) thinks that the girl (Marinette Dupain Cheng) is ignoring his advice and doesn’t like it. He also thinks Marinette is jealous of another person (Lila?), he thinks she is specifically jealous of how much time he and Lila spend together. But Marinette says she is not jealous.” Jason, deciding to gather more information before taking drastic measures, plans to approach Marinette calmly and act as though he had not seen what he had. 

   Whatever flames his plans held are immediately extinguished by the highschool blondie that should have been behind him, rather than in front of him bolting towards Marinette. “Marinette!” Chloe grieves as she wraps the small bluenette in her arms. “It’s okay, we’ll get them all. I won’t let them get away with this. You will never have to fight alone. Ever.”

   “Thank you,” is the single phrase Marinette has the fight to utter before she closes her eyes and falls into a deep slumber. 

   A few minutes after Marinette falls asleep Chloe reaches into Marinette’s pocket to stop the recording on her phone. Then she looks up at Jason, “You better find Marinette a place to sleep before I light your ass.”

   Jason reluctantly sighs in defeat. “Fine.” He bends over and picks Marinette up before turning around and walking to Bruce Wayne’s currently empty office.

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   Our dear Brucie had been in quite the jam for the last couple weeks. Today, finally he returns home to Gotham after his final business trip, for what he hopes to be a couple months. He walks through the front doors of Wayne Enterprises and sees the french class (who won the chance to come to Gotham because of one of their student’s spectacular essay) prepare to head back to their hotel. Aside from one student on her phone, dialing like a madman, everything seems completely fine.

   Bruce walks past them and to his office, outside his window he could see it was already pitch black, aside from christmas lights. Bruce is content, he is free, at peace. Until he got closer to his office and heard ringing. “There shouldn’t be anyone calling me now, and if they would they would be calling my personal phone…” Bruce begins to think before it struck him. “BOMB!”

   Bruce runs straight into his office, which in hindsight would be an extremely bad idea (listen kids, never run into a bomb infested area. plz, i don't want my readers to go kaboom) looking to defuse a bomb. But when he looked around all he found was a girl sleeping and her ringing phone. He waddled closer to the girl and poked her shoulder, kinda freaking out. “Oh fuck. She needs to wake up. Selina’s gonna castrate, then kill me. I can’t have any rumours going around right now. I’m finally free.” 

   Before he knew what was happening… WHAM!

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   Chloe is frenzied in fear. “Where the fuck in Marinette? Where the fuck is the tour guide?” Chloe scurries to our dear friend, front desk Andrew and asks. 

   “Yea. He’s gone.. Probably to pick up his younger brother from school.” Andrew replies. 

   “If you find Marinette, please call this number and let me know,” frantically, Chloe scribbles down her own number and hands it to Andrew who carelessly pockets it.

   “Sure.”

   Chloe is aflame. In the crime capital of the world, where is her best friend? Is she in danger? Where is Marinette? Chloe keeps calling her partner as the class boards the bus. As she sits alone in the back of the bus Chloe quietly prays “Please be safe,” she prays quietly.

   “Don’t worry, she’s the ladybug. Not much can hurt her. She will be fine. Before the tour guide carried Ms. Guardian away, Tikki and Kaalki hid in her clothes” Pollen comforts from inside Chloe’s handbag.

   Chloe visibly relaxes, just a bit. 

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   Marinette just woke up has no idea where the fuck she is, but there is a dude poking her shoulder and she does not like that. At all. WHAM! 

   Marinette now standing up, looks down at a grown-ass man. Recognizing him she thinks, “I just assaulted Bruce Wayne!”, it did not sink in. She stared at him for a couple seconds. “FUCK! I just assaulted Bruce Wayne!!!!!!!” (Kinda sorta prompted by RoselynFey on AO3)

   As Marinette begins to uncontrollably apologize, Bruce interrupts her, “Daughter. You are my daughter.”

   This sentence now leads to Marinette sputtering like a madman. (Bruce please stop adopting random children it ISN’T HEALTHY!)

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Sun And Moon

Request: Yes / No  Could you plz write a Spencer Reid X reader soulmate tattoo AU where SP doesn't have a soulmate but the reader does and he is abusive so she goes to SP's house after a fight for help cleaning herself up and Spencer proclaims his love and tells you that she deserves better and when they kiss magic happens and now they're soulmates. It would be awesome if you would include a part when either R's ex is an unsub or R & SP confront the ex and he's like you can't leave me but then they show the tattoo @andreasworlsboring101​

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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2353

Warnings: Abusive relationship, cursing, mentions of a bomb, talk of murder, criminal minds stuff 

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Prompt(s): You and your soulmate have identical tattoos.

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Everyone’s born with a tattoo and you have it all your life, unless your soulmate dies. I met my soulmate while I was working at the coffee shop near my house. I was working my normal shift when Liam walked in and I noticed his tattoo, he had an anchor and steering wheel just like me. It was right on his wrist, just like mine and I stared at him in shock. 

“Hi, can I get a coffee, black?” He ordered, but I could hardly hear him. I was just staring at his wrist. 

“Hello?” He asked and I snapped back to reality. 

“I-I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked and he sighed. 

“Coffee, black.” He said and I nodded. 

“Yes, yes of course!” I said and got to work making it. I finished and handed it to him, making sure to show off my wrist to him. He stared at it for a moment and smirked at me. 

“I see why you were distracted now.” He laughed. 

“What’s your name?” He asked. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, and you?” I asked. 

“Liam, Liam Macarthur.” He said, offered me his hand. I took it and smiled at him. 

“Well can I get your number? Maybe I can take you out after your shift.” He asked and my smile grew. 

“Sounds good, I get off at six.” I said, quickly writing my number down. He took it and gave me one last smile. 

“Then I’ll see you at six.” He said and left. I sighed happily and my co-worker gave me a smirk. 

“You have to tell me all about it tomorrow.” She said and I nodded. 

“Of course!” I said. 

The day finished pretty quickly and I had my date with Liam. He was the perfect gentleman. I was so happy to have finally found my soulmate. I had to tell my best friend about it right away. The next day I begged Spencer to let me see him and luckily he was free for lunch. We met at our favorite cafe and I was so excited. I sat down and couldn’t keep the smile off my face. 

“What was so important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?” He asked with a chuckle. 

“I found my soulmate!” I said and he looked at me shocked. 

“Really?” He asked and I nodded. 

“His name is Liam and he’s really sweet, like the perfect gentleman, we’re like perfect for each other.” I said. 

“What’s his last name?” He asked and I rolled my eyes. 

“Why? So you can do a background check on him?” I asked and he sighed. 

“I’m just looking out for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Spence, he’s my soulmate.” I said and he shrugged. 

“Serial killers can have soulmates too.” He said and I rolled my eyes again. 

“Not everyone is a serial killer.” I pointed out and he sighed. 

“Fine, just be careful.” He said and I nodded. 

“Don’t worry about me too much Spence.” I said and he sighed. 

“I can’t help it.” He said and I smiled. 

“So what have you been up to?” 

A few months into mine and Liam’s relationship we moved in together and everything was great. But two months later Liam changed. It started with him just telling me I was stupid or worthless, or that I was alway late or a;lways messed things up. Then it grew to him yelling at me so much that I started getting scared, but he would always apologize later. Then he started making fun of me around his friends, making me become more self conscious about myself. And finally it grew to him actually hitting me. It got so bad that once he left the house I rushed to Spencer’s apartment. I desperately knocked on the door and when he opened it, his eyes widened. 

“Y/N? What happened?” He asked worriedly and let me inside. 

“I-I know it’s late and I’m sorry, but I can’t take it anymore!” I cried and Spencer held me close to him. I clung to him desperately and he rubbed my back trying to help me calm down. 

“What happened?” He asked. 

“L-Liam…” I whispered and I felt his grip on me tighten. He sat me down on his couch and got me some tissues. 

“Tell me what happened.” He said. I told him everything. About how Liam changed once we moved in together and how it just kept getting worse and worse. 

“You should have told me sooner!” He said, but he was more worried than annoyed. 

“I know…” I whispered and he sighed. 

“I’m not letting you go back to him.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“But he’s my soulmate.” I whispered, letting some more tears fall. 

“I don’t care! You deserve someone better than him! You always have.” He whispered. 

“Spence…” I whispered and we looked at each other. 

“I love you Y/N.” He said and my heart skipped a beat, something it never did with Liam. 

“I love you too.” I whispered and we both leaned in. Our lips met and a spark shot through my body. I felt my arm tingling where my tattoo was and pulled away. Suddenly my tattoo was a sun and moon, but the moon was filled in. I looked over at Spencer and he had the same one on his wrist. Did my soulmate just change? Is that even possible? 

“Whoa…” I said and he looked up at me. 

“I’ve read rumours about this possibly happening to people.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“So we’re soulmates now?” I asked and he smiled. 

“Looks like it.” He said and I smiled. I tackled him in a hug and attacked his face with kisses. 

“You’re my saviour!” I said and he chuckled. 

“I just finally admitted my feelings.” He said. I spent that night at Spencer’s and Liam never showed up, shockingly. But the next day while Spencer was getting ready for work there was banging on his door. I looked at it with fear and Spencer noticed. 

“Just stay there.” He said and I stayed put on the couch. 

“Yes?” I heard Spencer answer. 

“Where is she?” Liam asked annoyed. 

“Who?” Spencer said, playing dumb. 

“Y/N, obviously.” He said. 

“She’s not here.” Spencer lied. 

“Don’t lie to me!” He growled and I heard him push his way inside. 

“There you are, let’s go.” He said walking up to me. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I said, suddenly feeling confident around him for once. 

“The fuck do you mean, let’s go!” He growled and grabbed me. 

“Let me go!” I shouted and tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong. 

“Let her go!” Spencer shouted and had his gun pointed at him. Liam dropped my arm and scoffed at him. 

“This isn’t your business, she’s my soulmate and I’m taking her home.” He said glaring at me. 

“Not anymore asshole.” I said and showed him my tattoo. 

“What the fuck?” He said and Spencer walked over and placed his arm around me. 

“She’s my soulmate now.” He said and held out his wrist. Liam’s eyes widened and then turned into a glare.

“I’ll be getting my stuff while you’re at work.” I said crossing my arms. 

“So you’re just gonna stay with this fucker?” He asked annoyed. 

“Don’t talk about him like that!” I said, narrowing my eyes. 

“She’s more than welcome here.” Spencer said and I smiled up at him. 

“Whatever, she’s just a worthless bitch anyway.” He said then left. 

“Do you really mean that?” I asked and he smiled. 

“Of course, you’re more than welcome to move in.” He said and I smiled. 

“Thank you Spence.” I said and kissed him.

Everything with Spencer has been perfect. Liam has become a distant memory and Spencer and I were flourishing. It’s been years and I felt like everything was normal again. Spencer had told the team the day Liam came over since he had to tell them why he was late. They were so happy for the both of us. 

I was at work when I got a call from Spencer. I thought it was weird since he knows I’m working and probably wouldn’t be able to answer, but I knew it had to be important for him to call me. 

“Hey Jen? Can you cover for me while I take this call?” I asked and she smiled at me. 

“Of course, go.” She said and I smiled. I walked into the back where it was quiet. 

“Hey Spence, what’s up?” I asked. 

“You’re in danger, Hotch sent two agents to bring you to the office.” He said and my breath hitched in my throat. 

“W-What?” I asked. 

“I’ll explain everything when you get here, but I just need to know you’re okay.” He said. 

“O-Okay, I’ll let Jen know.” I said. 

“I love you.” He said quietly, I’m guessing so his team didn’t hear him. 

“I love you too, I’ll see you in a bit.” I said and hung up. I walked back out and Jen looked at me worriedly. 

“What’s up?” She asked. 

“Spencer just called me and told me I’m in danger. Two agents are coming to take me to his office.” I said, still in shock. 

“In danger? What do you mean?” She asked. 

“I-I don’t know, he said he’d explain when I got there. I’m sorry, but I think I need to leave.” I said and she nodded. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s slow today anyway. Just be safe.” She said and I nodded. Soon enough two agents came in and we were off to the office. As soon as I got to their floor Spencer was there and pulled me to him. 

“Are you alright?” He asked and I nodded. 

“I’m fine Spencer.” I said and pecked his lips. 

“Thanks guys.” He said to the agents. They nodded and went back to their jobs. 

“What’s going on?” I asked and he sighed. 

“A few days ago we got a case, someone’s been going around and killing women that look similar to you. At first we thought it was just a coincidence, but today two women were found with your old soulmate tattoo carved on their wrist…” He said and my eyes widened. 

“W-What?” I asked in complete shock. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He said. 

“It’s Liam, it has to be.” I said. My heart rate was increasing and I felt my breathing start to become heavy. 

“Hey, you’re safe here. I’m going to protect you.” He said hugging me. I buried my head in his chest and tried my hardest not to cry. 

“Reid, we need you.” Hotch said, coming out. He looked back and nodded. 

“Rossi said you can stay in his office. We’ll get him, I promise.” He said and kissed my head. I nodded and he took me to Rossi’s office. Spencer didn’t want me to see any of the girls that Liam had killed. I felt so guilty that these poor girls were dead because of me. I knew it wasn’t really my fault, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was responsible for all of this. If I had just stayed with Liam, maybe none of this would be happening… Don’t be stupid! If you stayed with him you’d be dead by now! 

It’s been a few hours and everyone on the team has checked in on me once in a while. I was trying so hard to keep my mind off it, but I just kept going back to how Liam was doing all of this. 

“Alright listen up! I know you’re hiding in here bitch!” I heard Liam shout into the office and my blood ran cold. 

“Don’t move!” Hotch growled. Was Liam really that stupid that he came here?

“Come any closer and this bitch dies.” He said and I peaked out the window. Liam had a girl with a bomb attached to her and he was holding the detonator. 

“Y/N! I know you’re here! Come out!” He shouted and I took a deep breath. I opened the door and pretty much everyone looked at me. Spencer was staring at me with wide eyes, but I knew what I had to do. 

“I’m right here Liam.” I said and he looked at me with a smirk. 

“Come here, now.” He said and I gulped. I made my way to him, but Spencer stopped me. I looked at him and pleaded with my eyes to let me go, but he was pleading with me to stay. Hotch placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded at me. Spencer let me go and I walked up to Liam. He shoved the girl a bit and grabbed me with his free hand. 

“Look at what you’ve made me do, all because you’re a fucking idiot and think that dick is your soulamte.” He said, holding my arm tighter. 

“I-I’m here now Liam, you can let the girl go and I’ll go with you. Everything can go back to normal.” I said and he smirked. 

“After I teach you a lesson.” He said and shoved me away. I fell to the ground and he pulled out a gun. He pointed it right at Spencer and everything moved in slow motion. 

“No! Liam please!” I begged, but he ignored me. Luckily before he could get a shot off Hotch shot him in the head. Both the gun and detonator fell out of his hands and everything was fine. Morgan got the bomb off the girl and Spencer rushed over to me. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, checking me over. 

“My arm’s a little sore, but I’m fine.” I said and placed my hand on his cheek. 

“You should have stayed inside.” He whispered. 

“Spence, everything’s okay. We’re all safe.” I whispered and he pulled me in for a loving tight hug. When he finally pulled back I placed my lips on his and relief flooded my body. 

“Everything’s okay.” I whispered when we pulled apart. 

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Lights Up - Harry Styles

i literally have been listening to this song on repeat since it came out and i highly recommend. hope you guys enjoy xx an: italics are flashbacks

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It’s been months in the process, but the day is finally here. Today is the day that Harry releases new music. We’ve been waiting for this for what feels like all year. He has been perfecting everything, making sure that this album can measure up to his first one.

“Hey.” I grin, walking downstairs and walking in to the living room. Harry is sat on our couch, his leg anxiously bouncing up and down. He has his phone in his right hand while he bites at the skin on his finger on his left. We’re home tonight. Harry decided he wanted a night in for when the single is released. A listening party can come later with the whole album.

“Hmm?” Harry looks up, completely having missed my greeting.

“How’s it going?” I reach out and run a hand back through his curls. It’s something I’ve picked up on since we started dating that he really enjoys. It manages to relax him and pull him from his own thoughts.

“M’nervous.”

“Yeah, isn’t that the way it goes every time you release new music?” I sit down next to him on the couch. He leans back and pulls me closer against him. He sets down his phone, there’s a good twenty minutes before the song drops.

“I guess. It’s just always so different when it’s just you. It’s not me and the boys, still not used to it.”

“Well, I know that the fans are going to absolutely love this. Harry, it’s a brilliant song.”

“You haven’t even heard it yet.” He smirks.

He’s right. I haven’t listened to it yet, not that Harry hasn’t offered. I was a fan before I met him, I did the late nights of waiting up. There’s a sense of nostalgia of being surprised with everyone else. It’s been difficult, but I’ve managed to refrain.

“Not yet.” I grin back. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t know you. I know this song is going to be a smash hit.”

Not that I haven’t heard him mumble words here and there. Harry is always singing the tune of something, whether it be Fleetwood Mac, One Direction, or something he hasn’t even recorded yet. He always has a song going in his head.

“I just don’t want to let the fans down. They’ve already picked up on so much. Some are expecting an album already.”

“Well, that’s coming soon anyway.” I stop running my hand and turn his cheek lightly for him to face me, “In all honesty the fans will just be glad you’re posting publicly.”

He rolls his eyes and chuckles. He is very aware of how the fans want him to post more often. A lot of people think he’s inept of using social media, but it’s quite the opposite. He just chooses to share only certain things with them, he has a private story for close friends. A lot of Harry’s fans come to my account now for content, just to make sure he’s still alive and well. I do feature him, with permission. I think he secretly likes that I post about us, even though he feels like it’s something he can’t do on his account. He’s afraid because of the messages I might receive, but at this point I’m past all of the hate.

Harry reaches out and grabs his phone so he can tweet out another picture and post to instgram. Every couple of minutes he makes a new update, which drives the fans even more mad.

“They’re going absolutely mad.” He laughs reading over the comments.

“I’m sure, I know the feeling.” I laugh as I get up from the couch. I walk into the kitchen to grab a late night snack.

“That’s true. How do I always forget that my lovely girlfriend was a fangirl?” He traps me proudly between him and the kitchen island. His arms graze against my hips.

It’s true. I was a fan before I met him. I listened to all of the music, bought the vinyl, went to a concert, and even bought a tee shirt. That shirt is probably the reason I even got to talk to Harry when we first met.

I skim through the records, hunting for anything new. I come here fairly regularly, it’s the only place in L.A that I’ve found that carries a wide variety of vinyl. Since moving here, it’s become one of the places I like to escape to. Thankfully, it’s still fairly undiscovered so it isn’t completely flooded with tourists.

“Erik, is there anything else new?” I shout over to the man standing behind the register.

“You mean since you came in last week? No, you’re looking at the only new shelf.”

“Well that’s no fun.” I mumble, I continue to look anyway.

“I’ve got quite a large collection at my home if you’re looking for something specific.”

I don’t bother to turn and look at the stranger who just gave me a very suggestive yet somewhat nice comment. There were two strangers in here earlier, I never noticed anyone new come in.

“No thanks, I’m just looking anyway.” I continue to flip through record after record.

“That’s what makes it fun.”

I finally turn to see the man I’ve started a conversation with. My breath almost catches in my throat. I knew that voices sounded familiar. It caught me off guard to hear it in person. Harry Styles.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I turn back to the records, trying to seem as unaffected even though I’m pretty sure both of us can hear my heart pounding in my chest.

“What? Now do you want to take me up on that offer?” I don’t have to look to know he has a smirk on his face.

“I don’t even know you.” I roll my eyes, hoping he can’t see the smile even though I’m sure he can.

“Your shirt begs to differ.”

I wish I could say it’s a fluke that I am wearing a band tee from his tour, but that would be a lie. It’s soft and I bought it oversized which just makes it comfy.

“I may know your music, but I don’t know you.” I counter, fulling turning to face him with a full blown smirk to match his.

“Well, let's change that.”

It’s been over a year since we first met. Everything has changed since then, in the best way possible. I can now say that I know Harry inside and out. He loves that I was a fan before we met, even if he likes to bring it up to tease every now and then.

“Don’t you have to like go be a famous rockstar or something?” I tease back, pushing my hips forward to meet his.

“I’m sure the fans wouldn’t notice a few minutes-” He starts to place kisses all down my neck.

“I assure you, they will.” I push back on his chest and manage to escape from his grasp. I grab a bowl of grapes from the fridge and rejoin him in the living room.

“What’s the countdown?”

“Three minutes.”

“This is so exciting!” I cheer.

Harry pulls up the premiere on our TV. The screen is flooded with the live chat going on with the fans.

“Lights Up.” I grin, reading the text across the screen.

“I really hope you like it.” He leans over to press a kiss to my temple, and steal a grape.

“I’m sure I will, bub.” I give him an actual kiss now.

Soon enough, it’s showtime. I countdown shows up on the screen, as soon as it hits one my lungs drain of all oxygen as I wait for the downbeat. Harry reaches out his hand to place on my thigh, the whole time I can’t decide whether to focus on the lyrics, notes, or the video.

“Play it again.”

“What?” Harry laughs.

“I haven’t fully absorbed it yet.”

Harry starts it again, this time I can fully grasp everything and it’s beautiful. The way he puts his feelings into such a beautiful song amazes me. I can feel a single tear glide down my cheek, The smile growing wider on my face as the song fades to silence.

“Love-” He reaches out to wipe away the wet trail on my face.

“I know, I’m lame. Whatever-”

“No, I just wasn’t expecting that reaction. Made my heart skip a beat.”  

“Harry, that song.” I shake my head, “It was something else.”

“I hope you mean in a good way.” He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. I can tell he’s trying to joke, but the tone of his voice tells me he;s actually nervous for my reaction.

“Harry, in the best way. I will never be able to get over how you are able to convey how you feel into a song that is beautiful and somehow still relatable. I loved it.”

Harry tackles me down into the couch, his tight around the back of my neck pulling me into a hug.

“Don’t scare me like that, love.” Harry groans into my hair.

“Did you think I was sad crying?” I laugh.

“I don’t know!”

“Awe poor me, my amazing rockstar boyfriend just released a crappy single!” I mimic.

“Hey, teasing isn’t very nice.” His grips changes to focus on digging into my hip.

“Alright, alright.” I grin giving in, “It’s lovely, Harry. Well done.”

“Thank you.” He smirks, he sits up and pinches my bum, causing me to yelp. He reaches for his phone again, I’m sure to tweet more of the publicity images. He doesn’t stop straddling me as he scrolls through his phone.

“Give me a big thumbs up.” Harry turns his phone towards me.

“What? No!” I cover up my face. Between the pajamas and lack of makeup I would prefer to stay off camera.

“Just going to me mum.” Harry explains, “Want to tell her it’s a hit at home.”

I peek out and smile widely, holding a big thumbs up.

“Perfect.”

I manage to wiggle my way out from under him so I can grab my bowl of grabs again from the table. I reach out for one when I notice a twitter and instagram notification.

Harry Styles has tagged you in a photo.

“Harry Edward Styles.”

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for anyone wondering, here’s the ask list: Salty Asks List 

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

lmao yeah. It’s petty, but honestly, people’s personal morals really bleed through into their fandom opinions, and I’m not willing to put up with any unnecessary hate, especially in environments that are supposed to be fun. I’ve even blocked a few people. In the ppg fandom specifically, I’ve blocked a person who, I guess, thought it was necessary to try to gate-keep with racist/sexist/etc. terminology and ideologies, and I truly don’t have time for that 🤷‍♀️ (a lot of people probs know who I’m vaguing, but if you don’t, you’re lucky)

I can’t say I’ve ever unfollowed anyone for any innocent/not-in-conflict-with-my-morals fandom opinions. Usually, if I don’t agree with something, I just keep scrolling because lol whatever. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion.

but ngl I have unfollowed people who just get annoying 😬😬 lol

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

I went into this fandom without having too many preferences, so I didn’t have a pairing that I’ve previously hated!

I guess I could say that while I never really hated them, the color-mixing and color-clashing ships weren’t ever on my radar until I came across the fandom content. Now, I really like them! Particularly, Brick and Bubbles!

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Before anyone gets pissed off at me, before you get into my answer for this question, I’d like to really stress that you’ve got to go into it with absolutely zero fanon context. Like, erase all your headcanons from your mind. I’m dead serious. Because I literally DO NOT get why ANY rrbxppg ship would realistically work ever.

Okay, canonically, these six little funky science experiments were dead set on ending each other. The boys were absolutely horrible to the girls. And the girls literally KILL the boys. I know in fairytale romances, nothing stops love, but bruh, it’s hard to come back from murder 😂 And yeah, I know Clipsville showed the girls and the boys together as older teenagers, and they weren’t trying to kill each other, but that was an obvious gag. In the documentary, it was revealed that that particular “clip” was made because a bunch of people wanted the boys and girls to interact again, and CN gave into the demand. (also, lol I know it super embarrassing, but I did watch the documentary. I just really like Craig McCracken) I just don’t think that realistically a canon pairing between the two sets of triplets would ever be considered a healthy relationship. 

Also, ethically, I just—okay listen, I go back and forth with this allllll the time, but the ppgxrrb ships make me confront the “Would I sleep with my clone?” question way too often. Depending on my self-esteem, the answer changes each time. Like sometimes I’m like fuck yeah I would! Other times I’m like, ew, no, I’d have to consider my clone as a twin! I know counterparts aren’t technically clones, BUT the boys really do come across as identical to the girls in the show. The only difference really is their moral alignment (I’m nixing any gender argument). So, I’m like, omg, can I honestly pair these six together in any way??? Are they too close to each other genetically in some sense for this to be morally right??? Like if you ship Brick and Buttercup together, would that just essentially be shipping Brick and Butch/Blossom and Buttercup together in some messed up way??? Is Brick just Blossom, and Blossom just Brick?? Is it better just to ship color-matching instead of mixing???  

On top of all of that, wouldn’t the boys and girls be pseudo cousins since Mojo was the Professor’s lab monkey? Technically, in canon, Mojo ends up being both sets of triplets “creator,” so could the rrb and the ppg be considered siblings of some sort? Some of you are probably like, wow, calm down. Stop thinking about it. They’re science experiments. It’s not so deep. Which I get, but I can’t stop, so let me hit you with something ten times worse: should the girls (or the boys) actually be considered biological siblings? Does sugar, spice, and everything nice make you genetically related? Nothing put in the stirring pot was organic—just a bunch of chemicals. If you ship the boys and girls together this could be a good thing! BUT, but, could some sick fuck use this information to somehow justify shipping siblings (ppgxppg or rrbxrrb) together??? This is a literal nightmare to think about!!

All in all, I can’t think about these pairings too much without getting caught up in the logistics of their existence even if they’re fictional lmaoooo! If it wasn’t for the fandom, I wouldn’t ship them together at all. I just think it’s amazing that the ships took off like they did lol, because their literal (fictional) existence is just one giant mind fuck for me. Anyway, I ship them at the end of the day, but tbh I do it with a bit of a guilty conscience. Is it morally correct to ship clone-like counterparts? Or should counterparts be treated like twins? Does it even fucking matter at the end of the day, it’s just fiction? I don’t know the right answer. But I do know the pairings don’t make sense. 

Aside from the ppgxrrb, I don’t think there are many other BIG fandom wide pairings. Still, I just want to say that I don’t get why people ship Ace and Buttercup together. The pairing sounds off a few major alarms in my head for obvious reasons. There’s also a bunch of crack ships that involve crossovers with other cartoons. Generally, I don’t mind them, but it seems popular to ship Aku (from Samurai Jack) and Blossom together. And I’m real sorry to those devoted shippers, but again I do NOT get it. I see a lot of romantic fan art depicting romantic situations with Blossom still drawn as a child, and like I get Aku is an immortal demon, so “age is just a number,” but again, BIG ALARMS go off in my head.

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

🙃 🙃 Kind of don’t want to answer this, but I will anyway because only a few people actually read my blog lolol, so lol, yep! And it’s the reds. Don’t shoot me lol. When I was in middle school, I got into this fandom, forgot about it, and then came back when I was hit by a round of nostalgia. I’m finishing up college now, and I can confidentially say that the fanon content for the reds hasn’t changed one bit. Or the demand for it.

I tended to find that a lot of red content follows many archetypes that I’m just not into. Their stories can get a real cringey, real fast. Blossom is always written like this “perfect, except she’s not (but she really is)” character. Like she’s the girl you WISH you could be, but she’s also going through a shit ton of stuff that no person IRL would be able to handle without having a mental breakdown. And sometimes, in some stories, Blossom does have a mental breakdown, but in a sexy way, so she’s still perfect. Generally, there’s still something problematic about Blossom that makes it easy for a reader to relate to her on some level, unlike the way people write Bubbles. And then there’s Brick, who’s broody, hyper-possessive or jealous, and hot figuratively and literally (gotta love the fire/ice trope). He’s the only boy—no! Wait!—the only person who could ever possibly outwit Blossom, and he is just so undeniably attracted to Blossom. They’re the smart power couple that should honestly just hook-up in Chapter One to save everybody time, but they don’t. Nah, they’ve got to survive at least two love triangles before they even consider admitting they’re attracted to each other.  

And don’t get me wrong, none of that’s bad, but there are a million fanfics that go through the same song and dance with these two. And it’s kind of easy to tell when someone’s hardcore projecting onto Blossom because the type of person they’re personally attracted to is the way they write Brick. And I’m not knocking anyone self-projecting onto characters, sometimes people got to do that to give themselves a fun mental break, but bro, I don’t want to read about it. For one, smart broody assholes aren’t my type. Maybe when I was in middle school, but not anymore. And two, it’s just not interesting to me, which is a real shame since the reds are a majority of the fanon content.

Maybe if I found more red stories where the plot isn’t character-driven but plot-driven, so I see the romance between these two characters in a context where it’s not the main focus of the story, it would solve my issue with the pairing. I haven’t found many fics like that, though.

I can’t really think of any reds fic where I’m like ey, this aint bad unless it has a “major character death” tag attached to it lmao (which are always plot driven stories). However, in all honesty, since I’ve stayed away from red content for a while now, I don’t know the current state of things. Maybe there’s been a load more development for these two, or people have broken away from the same plotlines, but I’m too busy to check. I do browse people’s fic rec lists from time to time, but it sort of feels like everyone just puts the same fics on their lists and moves on.

And before someone’s like, “well, you can say all this about the greens or the blues,” just know I’m fully aware. The greens make me cringe too because there’s a shit ton of possessive and abusive storylines filling their story tags. And what makes me super uncomfortable is how people make Buttercup hit Butch or call him derogatory names, oftentimes unprompted. I don’t know why people make Buttercup such an unlikeable and overly aggressive person. I also don’t get why they make Butch some perverted idiot, but to each their own, I guess? Still, I see these green-character patterns most often in red-focused stories, which is another reason why I avoid them. I’ve found a lot of green-focused content that strays from the abusive tropes I try to avoid. Considerably less than I’d like, but the greens are typically the b-plot pairing, so that’s to be expected. Personally, I’d really like to see more content with the greens finding some kind of inner peace, and recently, I’ve seen a few fics that have tried to tackle this concept.

And lol, if you’ve read some of my posts before, you already know that I think the blues are an underdeveloped fanon pairing. The fandom can’t ruin that pairing for me because it never does anything substantial with it.  

Anyway, at the end of the day, I’m just personally not into the way the reds are popularly written, but I get why people are and that’s good with me.