#(my God I am so sorry everyone is probably getting SO annoyed about me talking about this and STILL NOT HAVING IT FINISHED when

[prlssprfctn]

hey! so the intro for this is weird but pls hear me out

yesterday night while walking home from a bar with friends, a group of men probably about my age (early-mid 20s) in a large truck started shouting queer slurs at us then threatened to kill me 😬

my nerves are still a little frazzled but my stupid brain is currently attempting to manage these anxieties about what happened by going “hmm I wonder how the batkids would have responded if they saw that happen”

so I was just wondering if you had any kinda headcanons or anything about how any of the batkids would handle a scenario like this :) I know this is kinda heavy haha so pls don’t feel like you gotta respond to this but I really like your writings and thought it was worth a shot to reach out and ask :) thank you!

(also, my friends and I did make a report and we’re currently talking with the civil rights division of our local gov’t about handling this case as a hate crime so we are in the midst of handling it)

oh my god, i am so sorry this happened to you. i am glad you put charges and dealing with the situation, though. be careful, and i hope you are recovering well.

Bruce, i feel like, would try to charm his way out of this at first since he doesn't need additional interent drama. maybe he will try to smile politely and go along lines like, "oh, is that supposed to be offensive?" but if the situation escalates, he will not be afraid just to fight them off. who would blame him, anyway?

i have a feeling that Dick doesn't like fighting on the streets as well, and he usually tries to escalate the fight, only ever using it as the last resort. i also think that if someone picks up on him at night, he just decides to creep out everyone by using his amazing gymnastics. like, imagine him just turning his head around like an owl, cracking bones like in horror and pretending to be a spider — men will run away in the instant. without a fight. that's effective.

Cassandra is not a one to deal with bullshit like this. she doesn't acknowledge these people at all, but if they start to actively catch her attention and cause a fight, she will first offer the scariest death stare to ever exist. people mostly scram afterwards, but if someone didn't, she will nonchalantly break the bones of their arm. as a threat.

you see, Jason probably is not getting annoyed by people like this. who would pick up on a fucking double-fridge, right? i think he mostly spawns behind his siblings' backs when someone picks up on them and terrifies tf out of others. but if someone did risk their lives, i think Jason would either just point a gun silently (if he is in a bad mood) or start roast these people so much, they would leave.

oh, Tim. Tim is gracious about it. someone starts haunting him on the streets, so he wordlessly records a video, and while that person still screams at him, he calls his lawyer. they will get charged and outed in the news for this faster than they will finish their attempts to terrify Tim.

Steph starts shouting back. she is so loud about it that people usually start gathering around them, and she starts making him join the conversation, too. "just look at this weirdo, huh! hey, hey, you, look at him and tell me — isn't he fucking insane?" and stuff. she is equally good at escalating the fight to the reaching point of just make people leave embarrassed, depending on the situation.

baby Damian definitely doesn't even understand the meaning of slurs — his family is adequate, and he is a sheltered kid in a way, so he has no idea what all that means. but he feels a threatening aura. he first reminds people who he is, giving a chance to escape... and when it is not working, someone is about to get stabbed.

Duke tries to joke it off first. like, in a "oh, from all slurs, i got called *this*? that's something new, buddy, kudos" kind of way. if it doesn't work and people continue annoying him, he simply fights these people. he doesn't care much.

[monstermoviedean]

coworker was going on and on about the importance of regulating your nervous system today and i'm thinking 1) you don't know what that means and 2) if i were a teenager and someone told me to regulate my nervous system i would start throwing things. frankly it's hard not to throw things when hearing that as an adult.

[l0rd-0f-c0ws]

I frequently feel completely isolated no matter how much I talk to people. So that's fun

[musical-chick-13]

Tried to write something Deranged™ and Fucked Up™ and ended up with one character describing at length how excited they are over the idea of listening to their spouse talking about a book they like.

[auroralwriting]

jealousy, jealousy

bucky barnes x avenger!reader (no use of y/n)

bucky hates when his girl has to flirt with the enemy

word count: 1.5k | warnings: none

The whole idea of it was absolutely, utterly stupid.

Zemo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious when he couldn't leave your name out of his mouth during the whole Sokovia Accords issue. Now, he was up to no good once more after escaping prison, leaving the Avengers no choice but to find out what he was up to.

The only problem? He refused to speak. Well, he refused to speak unless it was with you.

Bucky felt rage creep up his whole body when Steve explained what you had to do. You had to actually pretend to be interested in every single word Zemo said, meaning even if he flirted, you had to just take it. Apparently, this genius idea was Tony's, and the rest of the team had agreed to it, meaning Bucky's opinion was next to worthless, especially when you already agreed.

He trusted you with every ounce of his being, and he knew you wouldn't do it if you couldn't handle it, but he hate the fact that Zemo was probably going to flirt your ear off. You were Bucky's girl, his doll, his special girl, his everything, not Zemo's.

Nonetheless, Bucly had to hold his tongue and silently nod as Steve explained.

"What're you thinking, Buck?" Steve asked, noticing Bucky's silent deminor.

"I'm thinking about how many ways I could murder Zemo," Bucky commented, eyes darkening.

Steve sighed, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder, "Bucky, she said she could do this."

"It's not her I don't trust, Steve. Imagine your girl getting hit on and you couldn't do jack shit to stop it. How would you feel then?" Bucky seethed, taking a deep breath in. "Sorry, that was hostile."

With a shake of his head, Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "I understand, Bucky. But we have to get to the bottom of Zemo's plan, and he won't talk unless its to her."

The whole team sat in silence, now gathered in the meeting room. The only noise was the whirl of the fan above their heads as they watched the live footage of you standing in front of Zemo's cell.

"Zemo," You said, crossing your arms. "Being stubborn as always, I hear."

A crooked smile formed on the man's face as he leaned his head on the bars, as close to you as he could get. "Darling, I just did not wish to speak to such insolent people such as the Avengers," Zemo scowled as he spoke. "But a dove as sweet as you? How could I pass?"

Bucky felt his fists clench tightly as he watched the interaction. God, he just wanted to deck this guy straight in the nose. Ever since the Sokovian first went on the run, he always seemed to make some time mid-battle to try and make some small talk with you. It annoyed not only Bucky, but everyone. No one talks that much during a fight. However, now that he was captured, it was the perfect time to use his infatuation of you to the team's advantage.

"Tell me, what do you have planned with those," You paused, grabbing your file and flipping through the loose pages, "Ah, 'weapons of double mass extinction' as you so delicately put it."

Zemo laughed, "Extinction is not my end goal if that is what you are asking my dove."

"It wasn't," You added as Zemo continued.

"However, I am just so excited to reveal what they will be used for." He smiled. Your brow shot up, waiting for his answer. "But seeing it will be the best reveal of all."

Sam sighed, watching this all carry on from where the team was still sat. "He's just gonna play games with her."

"She's smarter than you'd think, give her a chance." Natasha said, "I'd know, I trained her."

Tony stood up, "I don't like this, I'm ending it."

Bucky held up his hand, nodding. "For once, I gotta agree with Stark. I want my girl out of his sight."

Quickly, Steve stood up, "This is our only chance to find out what Zemo has planned. He won't lay a finger on her. Is it uncomfortable? Of course it is, none of us enjoy watching him flirt with her, but it'll work." Tony sat down as Bucky grumbled, all eyes falling back to the screen that showed you now closer to Zemo's bars.

"Would your wife really enjoy knowing you're flirting with me?" You slightly taunted, wanting to push his buttons.

"My wife is dead, but you already know of this." Zemo replied.

With a knowing nod, you pursed your lips, "She was Sokovian too, yeah?"

"We were all from Sokovia, my wife and son, as well as myself." Zemo answered.

"Born and raised?" You continued. Zemo gave a nod as you thought for a moment with a hum, "Were you there when Ultron attacked?"

Zemo nodded, "Yes. That is when my family was murdered."

"I'm sorry," You honestly replied. "Does it still bother you? Not your dead family, but the Sokovia thing. You know, the floating?"

A quick glance of the situation, and it would've looked like you were now just chatting with the enemy, but you held down a smirk as Zemo replied. "Of course I am. That was my home."

"New York could be your home now," You offered. "Turn yourself in and we can get you transferred here."

Zemo laughed, "I would not wish to be here after what will happen."

Boom. You looked up to the camera, "You all got that?" You asked the camera, knowing your team was watching. You grabbed your file, standing up. "Thank you for your time, Zemo. This was very informative." You grabbed your comm and pushed it down, "Stand-by. Send Stark-Bots to check perimeters of the state. Zemo's planning on making us levitate like Sokovia."

Face pale, Zemo stood up, yelling incoherent words that fell upon your deaf ears as you left the room. Bucky, who had seen it all, was already waiting for you outside. He was quick to grab you and hold you tight to his chest.

"I'm okay, Buck," You smiled, voice muffled from your face being pushed against his strong body.

Bucky shook his head, "I know, I just don't want you near that freak again."

You couldn't help but laugh at his words as you pulled away enough to give him a kiss. "You jealous of Zemo?"

"You played into it," Bucky muttered.

"It was all fake, love." You replied. "You know I'm your girl."

Bucky couldn't help but smirk, "Damn right you are." He turned to the door that lead to Zemo's cell. "You hear that? She's my damn girl!"

You couldn't help but feel your heart thump at Bucky's words. He was always so damn hot when he was jealous. "C'mon, show your girl how much you love her." You teased, Bucky's eyes falling on you once more. He was quick to grab your waist with his metal arm, pulling you in as his other hand rested on the back of your neck, pushing your face against his as his lips locked with yours, a tight, sloppy kiss ensuing in the middle of the hall.

"I'm never letting you do that again." Bucky muttered, pulling away to speak. His breath was hot on your cheek as he spoke. He pulled you into another wet kiss as a soft ahem came from behind you both.

"This is not a room, but I'm sure your horny asses could find one."

Bucky groaned as he turned around, "Do you have to ruin every moment?" He asked Sam who stood smugly.

He put his hands in the air, "I just wanted to congratulate Nat's best student on her great work. Especially the one where she made her soldier get all jealous"

"Thank you, Sam," You smiled, a light blush on your face.

Bucky took a pen out of his pocket and threw it at Sam, "Get outta here, man!"

"Alright, alright! No need for hostility." Sam defended as he walked away.

As Sam left, you gave a knowing smile at Bucky. "So jealous over my mission, huh?"

Bucky scoffed, feeling embarrassment creep in his chest, "I wasn't jealous."

"I think you were," You argued. "Over Zemo of all peopke."

"Only I can talk to you that way," Bucky said, voice nearly a whine. "You're all mine, not his or anyone else's, and he knows it."

You smiled, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek, "And that's probably why he loves doing it so much. You know he's got a thing against super soldiers. He's gonna do anything to get under your skin."

"And he chose the worst way to do it," Bucky muttered as you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

Bucky looked at you with a goofy smile, pulling back. "C'mon, doll. We still got some work to do cleaning up Zemo's mess."

"Someone's feeling better," You teased as you both began to walk. "You'd better show me some more of that jealousy later," You suggested.

"Oh, I will," Bucky smiled. "You bet your fine ass I will."

[wonysugar]

fuck you stupid | ning yizhuo

synopsis : you thought you’d seen it all with her, but no, she somehow managed to surprise you even further.

pairing : bimbo!ningning x fem!reader

genre : bffs to... fwb?? idk they just fuck,, so obviously smut too! xx

tags : yall got lost help, fingering, degradation, belittling, dumbification, car sex, she's so stupid but she fucks you good so it's okay, very slight cunnilingus, she slaps you like once so impact play!

warnings : none!

word count : 1.6k

you, y/n l/n, weren’t exactly smart, but you also weren’t exactly stupid. like yeah, you weren’t a genius per se, but it’s not like you were brain dead either. average was the term you always used to describe your intelligence.

you unfortunately couldn’t say the same about ning yizhuo, your best friend. 

you loved her, like that’s your bitch, of course you love her! however, you’d be lying if you said that she was intellectually capable, because she just wasn’t. god, she was just so, so painfully stupid?? clumsy??? careless???? all of the above applied when it came to this woman. not even to be mean or anything of the sorts, just, yknow… natural selection at its finest.

she was aware of that, though, and even thrived in being the self proclaimed bimbo everyone knew and loved. (to which you wholeheartedly agree with, by the way) and honestly? you just couldn’t stop teasing her about it whenever you two hung out. things similar to “stupid hoe” and “dumbass” always escaping your mouth as you two laughed, probably moments after she bumped onto something on the sidewalk whilst spilling all the tea to you. 

in summary, she’s done stupid shit before, but nothing, nothing could ever top what she had done that day.

the day she got the both of you lost in some random parking lot at like, 2 am.

“ning, we’re fucking lost.” you told her, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you watched her giggle nervously.

she grabbed her cellphone and hovered her finger over the power button, “oh come on y/n don’t be like that, i can just go on google maps and we’ll be out of here in no ti-“

a black screen.

she cleared her throat hesitantly, sighed, then pressed the button again.

nothing.

she kept doing that, giving longer presses to the side of her phone in hopes of a miracle . your patience was running thin and you were quite frankly not far from panicking.

after the 27th-ish try, you finally snapped at her.

“fucking hell ning do you not charge your damn phone??” 

“sorry that i forgot to?” 

oh she had to be joking. 

��girl oh my god what the fuck?? we’ll stay stuck here for only god knows how long and it’s all gonna be because ‘ning yizhuo forgot to charge her phone beforehand’ for fuck’s sake.” you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. trying to calm down, you ignored ning’s gaze.

her stupid annoying yapping wasn’t helping at all. like, at all.

“oh so we’re once again blaming me, got it. y/n you didn’t even bring your own phone, how do you have the audacity to put the blame on me.” she said back, her eyebrow raised up as she threw her phone down on her skirt, sighing exasperatedly. 

“because someone told me it was her turn to get the aux.”

“where in that sentence did i ever tell you not to bring your phone??”

“god, ning just- just stay quiet. okay? just- please shut up, i’m trying to think. we can’t rely on you for anything.” you told her, exasperated.

in response, she scoffed, “no?? no i won’t, actually. you’re always putting the blame on me and it’s seriously starting to piss me the fuck off. yeah i’m a bimbo, whatever, but does that mean that you have to talk to me like i only have two barely functioning brain cells??” 

“oh please, saying you have two functioning brain cells would be wayy too generous. you’re always doing the stupidest shit out of the two of us. i mean fuck, you literally drove us here, in the middle of nowhere. you’re not a bimbo, you’re just fucking dumb, ning.”

when you looked back at her, she seemed hurt. like, 

a wave of guilt quickly washed over you upon seeing her pained, pained expression. she looked into your eyes, frustration and sadness clearly showing into her own. yeah, she looked pissed. you wanted to apologize almost immediately, and you were going to, 

if she didn’t suddenly press her lips onto yours before you could even get a word out. 

-

how do best friends make up after a fight?

usually, they talk it out, they go out, hug it out then get milkshakes or whatever, hell, sometimes they just go a day or two without talking then eventually forget about it.

this? this was none of that.

since she planted a kiss on your lips, you, instead of doing anything stated above, were fucking.

like, yeahh you were still lost, but at least you were getting your pussy ravaged. the situation could be handled later; when you weren’t drenched.

throwing your head back as you moaned out ning’s name, you were straddling her in the backseat of her car, feeling her two fingers deep inside you and stretching you out. she looked up at you with lustfully hooded eyes as she kissed and left very visible marks all over your neck, all the way down to your collarbone, her free hand fondling your tits, lazily playing with the nipple. 

“f-fuck ning keep going i’m sososo close- fuckfuckfuck..” feeling yourself getting pushed closer to the edge by the friction you felt, you bucked your hips faster onto her digits. the knot tying in your stomach felt like it would’ve snapped any second now, that is,

until she stopped moving her fingers altogether.

frustrated, you whined loudly, “ninggg please let me cum pleaseplease-” 

“oh yeah? so now you wanna rely on me for something, and it’s to make you cum?” she laughed. “fucking slut. i’ll make you cum whenever i want to, got it, bitch?” she added, pressing her thumb on your swollen throbbing clit, smirking condescendingly and watching how pretty you looked when pleasure contorted your face.

you unintentionally clenched at her words, nodding shamefully. it was embarrassing enough having your best friend knuckles deep inside of you, having her call you names and whatnot, but the real embarrassing part? 

enjoying it thoroughly.

she knew this, she knew she had you wrapped around her finger at that moment and oh was it such a power trip for her. seeing you be so needy for her touch, you almost started riding her fingers yourself, too. she was always the one being treated like a dumb bitch, it was nice being on the other side of things, for a change. 

she kept twisting and pulling on your nipple with her free hand as she slowly started to slide her fingers up and down your walls again, giggling and paying close attention to how your body shook and twitched at each and every one of her slow movements. what a sight to see. 

“you like being fucked stupid hm?”

and that’s what she did,

seconds,

minutes,

what felt likes hours,

you were sloppily bouncing and grinding on her fingers, speed ranging from a painful slowness to an overwhelming rapidity. 

you gripped her arms tightly, as if you would fall into some sort of void if you didn’t hold onto her for dear life. resting your head on her shoulder, you whined, losing yourself onto her. her fingers were still pumping in and out of you at that moment, faster than they were before, by the way, so it took you all of your body strength to not just cum right then and there, but you managed to hold back. for her, you held back and took all of it. every minute passing, every single motion feeling like it was threatening to make you go insane. 

“ning pleaseplease let me cum i wanna cum so badly fuck- pleasepleasepleasepleaseee-” you begged, looking down at her with pleading teary eyes.

“fuck, look at you. calling me a dumb bitch all the time, yet here you are, acting oh so stupid for my fingers. such a brainless needy little whore for me, hm? does my idiotic, pretty girl wanna cum?” 

you nodded eagerly as you whined, tears actively running down both of your cheeks, so desperate for release that you quite honestly didn’t care for how ridiculous you looked to her at that moment. you just wanted to cum, so, so, so badly, and you were ready to give up your dignity for it.

the sound of her hand slapping your cheek resonated in the car.

“say it. you know damn well i don’t accept pathetic sounds for an answer.”

“fuck— your idiotic pretty girl wants to cum pleaseee let her–”

she hummed, smirking at your response. incredibly amused by your behavior, she took her fingers out of you, picked you up by placing her hands on your thighs, then gently put you on the empty seat that was next to the one she occupied. upon seeing you sat comfortably, she proceeded to kneel down on the empty space between the front seats and the backseats. y’know,

the ones a grown woman couldn’t possibly fit in?

it’s okay though, like, yeah she would most definitely complain about back pain later, but right now?

she needed to feel you cum all over her tongue.

and that’s exactly what she worked towards, her tongue driven by the scent of your arousal to roam all over your folds and clit, kissing and sucking on every inch of your core as she attentively listened to all the sweet noises that came out of you. it really did not take long before your moans reached octaves you didn’t even know you could achieve before, an overwhelming wave of relief hitting you like a truck. you were 100% sure you would pass out afterwards.

at the end of the day, yeah, you both were still stranded in the middle of some unknown parking lot, but at least, the stress of it all evaporated in the air.

while you were trying to catch your breath, you made a mental note;

never underestimate ning’s intelligence when she was in a bad mood! or, do. depending on if you wanna get fucked stupid that day or not.

[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part four

(Yes I'm posting another one don't look at me) Happy New Year's Eve everyone! Another treat for the holidays from me as I keep writing at the speed of light xxx

Warnings: angst angst angst!

When you get downstairs to the hotel lobby in the morning, Hotch thinks it’s time to play twenty-fucking-questions.

“Did you sleep?”

You give him a weird look. This is question number seven. “I took a nap. I’m fine.” Never mind the fact that Hotch doesn’t look like he slept a wink. He probably stayed awake, mulling over files all night.

“How much did you smoke?” he asks. Number eight.

Behind you, Derek joins in as he walks up with coffee. “You bought cigarettes? We talked about this.”

“Can both of you get off my dick?” you laugh, trying to hide how annoyed and uncomfortable this is making you. “We have a missing girl. Shouldn’t we focus on that? Can we go?”

“Does everyone have what they need?” Hotch asks, though he’s already moving toward the door. His phone lights up in his hand and he takes it, muttering, “This is Agent Hotchner.”

You all wait anxiously for Hotch to finish the call, but continue walking toward the parking lot. It’s not until you’re nearly at the cars that the call ends, and Hotch begins speed walking.

“That was the sheriff,” he says, opening the driver’s side door. “Richard Monroe turned himself in five minutes ago.”

“What?” you blurt, hopping in the passenger seat of Hotch’s car without thinking. You see Derek get in the backseat and think thank god someone else got in. “Does he have Lila?” As much as you hate Hotch’s view of this case, you still feel the need to ask.

“No,” Hotch says, and you feel a spark of pride in yourself. “He claims to not know where she is.”

You groan, but it’s cut off by a surprised yelp as Hotch speeds onto the main road, putting the lights on, and squealing the tires. You reach up for the safety bar, holding on for dear life as Hotch races to the precinct.

+++

Richard Monroe looks like a ghost.

He spends the first few minutes of the interrogation asking Morgan where Lila is. And when Morgan finally says “we don’t know,” Richard starts to cry.

“Hotch…” you shake your head, looking away. “He’s telling the truth. He doesn’t have her.”

Hotch stays silent, arms crossed over his chest as he watches Richard and Morgan. “Or he’s playing a game.”

“Can you be serious for one second?” 

Hotch doesn’t even turn his head to look at you. Instead, you get a glare from the corner of his eye. “I am being serious.”

“We need to ask him if he knows anyone that might pose as him,” you press. 

Hotch ignores you.

Morgan stands and leaves the interrogation room, coming out to stand next to you and Hotch. “He’s distraught, man.”

“Because he doesn’t have her,” you insist. “Let me talk to him.”

“No,” Hotch says.

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“Because I don’t need to,” Hotch replies, still cold. “You don’t have clearance.”

“Clearance?”

“Hotch, what does that even mean?” Morgan butts in, surprising you. “It can’t hurt, man. I think he needs someone in there that’s not me or you. He’s just going to get angry if you walk in there.”

“Exactly,” you nod in agreement. “He needs to feel in control again. So let me.”

Hotch takes a moment to at least think about it, and then he says, “Go.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Go before I change my mind.”

You smile. “Is there a box of tissues around?”

+++

You set the box of tissues in front of Richard Monroe, also giving him a cup of water. He keeps his head down, his fingers clenched together.

“Here,” you barely whisper. “I’m really sorry about my colleague. He can get a little…aggressive.”

Richard says nothing, but he does nod.

“I’m Agent L/N,” you begin. “I’m new. I just felt so bad for you, I had to come say something.” You pause, taking the seat across from him. “I’m really sorry about your daughter. We’re doing everything we can to find her. I know you had nothing to do with this.”

“I really didn’t,” he says. The words are as quiet as they are pitiful. “I wouldn’t. Not her.”

“I know,” you nod. You need to ask your next question. You just hope it won’t set him off again. “Do you know anyone who would?” 

He shakes his head, but doesn’t seem angry or upset. “No one knows about her. And if they do, they know not to fucking touch her.”

That sounds about right. “I understand,” you nod. “Is there anyone who would,” you pause and chuckle, playing up the dumb newbie act, “have ‘beef’ with you, so to speak? About anything?”

He looks up then, and grins. It makes your stomach turn. “They don’t live long enough.”

You lean into your startled reaction. You can see he’s opening up more and more with how vulnerable you let yourself seem. 

He grabs the cup of water and downs it in one go. “How new are you?”

“It’s my first day,” you reply sheepishly, making yourself smaller and smaller. “I’m not supposed to be in here, but I just felt so bad.”

“You’re a sweet girl,” Richard says, still with the same smile that makes you uneasy. It takes too long for you to realize that it’s the same crazed look your dad used to have. “What’s a sweet girl like you doing working for the FBI?”

“What’s someone like you doing turning yourself in to the FBI?” you counter. “I’ve heard about you, y’know.”

Richard leans back in his seat. “Yeah? What have you heard?”

“That you’ve gotten away with it all thus far,” you shrug. “Been completely off the FBI’s radar. So why’d you jump back on it now?”

He narrows his eyes at you. “How new did you say you were?”

You ignore him. He’s halfway onto you now anyway. “Surely it’s not just because your daughter has gone missing. You couldn’t possibly love her that m—”

He slams his hands on the table hard, and you almost jump, but you don’t move an inch. He stares at you, that same wild look you’ve seen before.

“You don’t scare me,” you say. “What’s the real reason you’re here?”

His left eye twitches. “Why do you look familiar?”

Your blood runs cold but you don’t show it. “Why are you avoiding my question?” You cross your arms over your chest. “I know you don’t give a shit about your ex-wife either, Richard, so what is it?”

“You think we’re all the same, don’t you?” he taunts. “That just because we do what we do means we can’t feel love.”

I know you can’t, you think. “Do you love your daughter?”

“Yes,” he answers instantly. Zero doubt. “And despite what my ex-wife tells you, I love her too. I just want to keep them safe.”

“Safe from what?”

“People like me,” he replies. “Who do you think?”

You stay silent for a moment. He’s studying your face in a way you don’t like. That’s your cue to leave.

You nod like you’ve figured him out and stand up, pushing your chair in. “Do you want more water?”

“No.”

“Suit yourself,” you shrug, turning for the door.

“What’d you say your name was?”

You repeat it, knowing it will tell him nothing. There’s a reason you changed it. He seems dissatisfied as you expected because if your hunch is right about his, it wasn’t the surname he expected you to have.

He shouldn’t have expected you to keep the name. Lila probably won’t keep hers.

You return to the other room where Hotch is waiting and watching. His eyes follow you as you step inside, looking through the window at Richard.

“I’m not sure if any of that was remotely useful,” you admit. “But maybe he’ll be more amenable now. I seem to have caught him off guard.”

Hotch says nothing. And he won’t stop looking at you.

You sigh, turning to meet his eyes with a tired stare. You raise your eyebrows. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Why did he recognize you?”

You keep your expression neutral. “I don’t know, Hotch. Ask him. He’s the one in handcuffs.”

Hotch seems to accept your answer — or if he doesn’t, he doesn’t show it. You leave him to brood and head back into the conference room to help Reid. Rossi goes to join Hotch and you pointedly don’t think about how they’re probably talking about you.

+++

Richard must really love his daughter. He’s not happy to learn there’s someone posing as him on said chatting site, and that they convinced Lila to run away with them. 

He swears up and down that he’ll do anything to help find her. It makes you angrier than it should.

You’re not angry at him, not really. You know it’s misguided anger. You know who you’re really angry at. But you refuse to admit that to yourself, so instead you’re picking fights with your boss.

Although, in your opinion, Hotch started it.

“You’re seriously going to keep me from speaking to him just because he thinks he recognizes me?” You nearly roll your eyes at Hotch, but you stop yourself. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re being defensive,” Hotch points out, his arms crossed like he’s trying to prove a point. “What are you not telling me?”

“Why are you so interested?” you counter, crossing your arms too. You’re not trying to mock him, but if it comes across that way, then so be it. “Trying to get in my pants or something?”

Hotch’s gaze might as well be laced with fire. “Take a walk. Now.”

“Fuck off.”

“Agent—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” You glare at him over your shoulder as you head for the doors of the precinct.

You shove the doors open with a huff, turning and walking to the left of the parking lot. You’re really wishing you didn’t leave the pack of cigarettes in your hotel room right about now.

What the hell is Hotch’s problem— No, what the hell is Richard’s problem? Why does he think he knows you? How is that even possible? 

You think back. Your dad would’ve been in his sixties now, pushing seventy. Richard is 54. The possibility that they knew each other is small, but still there, and not impossible like you’d prefer. The fact that the possibility is there at all is pissing you off.

You’re not stupid. You know this comes with the territory. You know this is what you get for testing fate like this. But there’s a reason you changed your name. There’s a reason your mom packed everything up and moved halfway across the country with you when you were a teenager. It was a new start, a new life. One where you had no ties to him. None.

So why does some random FBI’s Most Wanted act like he’s seen your face before? Has he? How?

“You’re gonna start a tornado if you keep turning in circles like that.”

“Not in the mood, Morgan,” you say calmly, despite the anger raging through you. “Sorry if he’s being a jackass.” You raise your hand and gesture to yourself, “My fault.”

Morgan scoffs. “Right.”

You shrug. As much as Hotch irritates the shit out of you, you’re well aware you bring it on yourself sometimes. It doesn’t help that he gets under your skin so easily and will have you firing off at any little thing. You bring it on yourself just as much as he starts it on his own.

You’re both at fault and neither of you will admit it. Ever. Over your dead body.

“Come back inside.”

“Can’t. I’ve been exiled.”

“Y/N,” Morgan tries again. “What’s going on?”

You stop pacing. “Nothing is going on.”

“Hotch told me the guy recognized you.” 

You roll your eyes. “Hotch is paranoid.”

“Really? ‘Cause right now you’re looking just as paranoid.”

You shoot him a glare. “Don’t.”

“I’m just saying.”

“I know you are, but don’t, okay?” you all but plead. “Leave it alone. Please.”

Morgan tilts his head. He looks ready to do everything except leave it alone. “You’ll tell me if it’s a problem?”

“Yes,” you nod, meaning it. He’s dead, anyway, so it won’t be a problem. “But it’s really not. And I’m not paranoid, I’m just thinking. Well— Maybe I am paranoid. We need to find her.”

“We will,” Morgan says. “Now, come inside. We need everyone on deck.”

You can’t argue with that and you’re cooled down enough now, so you relent. “Alright.”

You follow Morgan back into the precinct and into the conference room with the rest of the team. You share a look and single nod with Hotch. A silent truce, for now. 

+++

Turns out, a serial killer like Richard does have a lot of enemies, including some who would jump at the chance to torment his daughter. Go figure.

They’re easier to narrow down and pinpoint once Richard actually starts to work with the team. Hotch struck a deal, apparently, to make his sentence lighter if he helps. No death penalty, but still life in prison, after all he’s done.

To your surprise, Richard is relieved about no death penalty. Because, he said, if there’s any chance his daughter will see him one day, he wants to be alive.

It sends a spark of anger through you so hot that you have to walk away. 

You spend the rest of the day with Reid, decoding messages, silently nodding back and forth, and chewing on as many pen caps as you can. It’s probably not good for your teeth, but neither of you care about that right now.

You’re both shocked out of your trances when Morgan comes flying into the room, Garcia on speakerphone, with Hotch and Prentiss right behind them. 

“I found her phone, I found it,” Garcia’s voice comes through the speaker. “Sending coordinates to everyone now.”

“Rossi and JJ are on it,” Hotch answers. “They’re already out.”

“It’s not moving, so it might be nothing,” Garcia says.

You worry for a moment that her phone is thrown in a bush somewhere. And then you feel sick to your stomach when Rossi confirms as much.

“They’re bringing it back here,” Hotch says, his phone still pressed to his ear. “It’s broken, like someone threw it out. Garcia, can you get me any and all CCTV footage in the area?”

“Already ahead of you, sir,” she replies. “Give me five.” The call ends abruptly, no doubt so she can focus and type faster.

“Should we tell Richard?” you ask. “He’s been cooperating, but this could be an extra push.”

Hotch studies you for a moment. “Fine. But wait until they bring the phone. Show it to him.” 

He gives you a look that just screams and if he recognizes you again, you’re out.

[handmade-witch]

Another round of Incorrect Quotes Generator x Slytherin Boys:

Part 1 ☆ Part 3 ☆ Part 4 ☆ Part 5 ☆ Part 6

Mattheo: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Draco: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

☆☆☆

Draco: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

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Mattheo: I’m not stupid, you know.

[Y/n]: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it!

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Mattheo: She's the girl of my dreams!

Theodore: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams.

Mattheo: I have a lot of dreams!

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[Y/N]: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Mattheo: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

[Y/N]: I—

[Y/N]: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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Draco: I have an idea.

[Y/n]: A good idea?

Draco: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

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*Draco is laying on the floor with their eyes closed*

Mattheo: Hey, are they sleeping or dead?

Theodore: Hopefully dead, I hated them.

Mattheo: Yeah, me too.

Draco, sitting up: First of all, fuck you guys.

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[Y/N]: That sounds like a terrible plan.

Theodore: Oh, we've had worse.

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[Y/N], texting Mattheo: Text me when you’re home safely.

Mattheo: I’m home dangerously.

[Y/N]: Stop it.

Mattheo: I’m home lethally.

☆☆☆

Draco: Hey, what have you two been up to?

Mattheo: We were helping [Y/N] write their vows, but they kicked us out because Lorenzo was making inappropriate suggestions.

Lorenzo: How is “Theodore, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

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[Y/N], talking about Mattheo: Is this a friend of yours, Draco?

Draco: Kind of? Not really. They're in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

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Theodore: What is wrong with you?

Mattheo: Loaded question. Elaborate.

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Draco: Guess what I'm about to get!

Blaise: On my nerves.

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Blaise: All of your existences are confusing.

The Squad: How so?

Blaise: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you deeply upsets me.

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Draco: How did you convince everyone to betray me? What did you offer them?

Blaise: I just asked if they wanted to embarass you and they all said yes.

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Theodore: Hey, are you okay?

[Y/N]: Yeah.

Theodore: You don't look okay...

[Y/N]: Then stop looking.

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[Y/N]: Ah ready for another fantastic day of being better than Draco.

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[Y/N]: Kill me nowwwww.

Mattheo: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

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Mattheo: Lorenzo! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.

Lorenzo: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

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Draco: You read my diary?

Blaise: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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Blaise: [Y/N] won’t come out of their room!

Mattheo: Just tell them I said something.

Blaise: Like what?

Mattheo: Anything factually incorrect.

Blaise, shrugging: If you say so.

[Y/N], arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

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[Y/N]: If you got arrested what would be the charges?

Lorenzo: Theft.

Blaise: Disturbing the peace.

Theodore: Aggravated assault.

Draco: Arson.

Mattheo: All of the above. In that order, probably

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Blaise, with Theodore and Mattheo behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Blaise: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Blaise: Lorenzo FUCKING FELL OFF!

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Mattheo: I said ‘No’ to drugs, but they wouldn’t listen.

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[Y/N]: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Lorenzo: You and me!

[Y/N]: *tearing up* Ok.

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Theodore: *yawns*

[Y/N]: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Theodore: Then you must be exhuasted.

Blaise: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

[funnyjb]

To All of the Boys I Loved Before

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Summary: you have always fantasized about finding the one but never knew who that one would be. You wrote about your love in letters and spilling your feelings for whom ever your one may be. What happens when one of those letters get sent?

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“Y/n Taylor!”- Katie (your sister)

You bounced out of bed from your sister yelling out for you from the kitchen downstairs. It was the first day of junior year. You weren’t as nervous as you thought you would be. You were going into junior with a great best friend and the courage to try out for the cheerleading squad again and hopefully get in for the second time.

You quickly brushed your teeth and did your hair and subtle but cute makeup. You then quickly changed into your first day of school outfit.

“Y/N!”- Katie

“Coming!”- you

God she’s so annoying

You grabbed your school bag and headed downstairs.

“Let’s go.”- you

Katie grabbed her helmet.

“Why do you have that?”- you

“Because you’re driving.”- Katie

You rolled your eyes

“Get in the car.”- you

……………………………………………………

The hall was filled with squeals and laughter from friends not seeing each other for so long over the hot summer break. There was chatter and even new gossip just from being in school for not even ten minutes. The air was cold from the ac and backpacks slightly hitting you trying to make your way through the crowds to get to your locker.

“Y/n!”- Alexa

“Alexa!”- you

Alexa ran up to you and gave you a big hug.

“I know we saw each other yesterday but it feels like we haven’t seen each in years.”- Alexa laughs

“I know right!”- you

You unlock your locker and put away some notebooks that probably won’t be used since you have five others in your bag.

“So, tyler hooked up with jade over the summer and now jade is ghosting him. You should have seen the look tyler gave her in the hall just now.”- Alexa

You laugh

“Heads up!”- Joe

A football lands right near you and almost hit your head.

Joe runs over.

“I am so sorry, y/n. Are you ok?”- joe

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”- you

Joe smiles

Is his smile always so perfect?

He grabs the football from next to you.

“Sorry about that, again. How wa-”- joe

“YO, Burrow!”- tyler

Joe turns around and gives tyler a bro hug.

“We got to go check out the new locker room.”- tyler

“Oh ok.”- Joe

He looks back me.

“See you later, y/n.”- joe waves bye

I give him a small wave.

Alexa stands there like she’s just seen her celebrity crush Justin Bieber.

“What?”- you

“You-you, just talked to THE Joe Burrow.”- Alexa

“So, I have know him since sixth grade which is a little bit longer than I have known you!”- you laugh

“Ok, but he’s the hottest guy in school even though he is taken.”- Alexa rolls her eyes

Joe is dating one of the cheerleaders. Her name is Ellie. She is the kind of girl who has beautiful long blonde hair and whenever she flicks her hair out of her face it makes everyone stop in there tracks and think she has been sent form heaven, but in reality she is rude and selfish and only thinks about her social status and if her instagram followers have gone up. She doesn’t care about Joe. You can tell.

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(Later)

“So, anyone you think is cute? Tyler looks like he’s off the market.”- Alexa

We were hanging out in my room. Alexa was sitting on my bean bag while I was on my bed writing down my homework.

“No, he’s not my type.”- you

“Good, because I wanted him.”- Alexa

We both started laughing.

“Do you ever wished you had a boyfriend?”- Alexa

“Sometimes. Why?”- you

“Just you never dated anyone and when I start to date tyler we could have double dates.”- Alexa

“Seriously you have an obsession with that guy. But I’m focused on school.”- you

“Ok, whatever you say!”- Alexa

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MY NEW SERIES!!!

Hope y’all love!! Plz send me ideas or anything for It! it’s based of off the movie!

[deesseshesca]

PAC :What are they gagging about u, again ?

Again… A fucking again. Nothing new, nothing changed. 

Good morning, pretty souls, today we are diving into the same mess people keep their mouth running regarding you. What’s the remix this time ? What have you done to upset the haters ? Like WTF do they want now ? 

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I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

TW: PANIC ATTACK

Pile 1

Check in : y'all come from a rich abusive household. You are about to run away. Or some of y’all might actually just move. 

What’s the gag ? 

King pentacles 

People are yapping about you,  are  your classmates or close friends . Y’all come from an abundant family heritage and are living the dream some will never get to even grasp. Let’s not forget your amazing composure. You can get anything you want whenever you want. Probably walking around with an Amex card. Book a ticket overseas at least 4x a year. Whole education in private school even high profile nanny. If you  are black, u hear often … « you talk white … ». I fucking hate that statement because what is that supposed to mean 😑… LOSER . They think u must have a very traditional way of thinking. Especially if u are white, they think u lean more towards far right ideologies. And the fact that u call your parents « papa » or « mother » is not helping your case. 

What’s actually gagging ? 

8 swords

Y’all are going through it with your family. I don’t have any vision regarding what’s going on behind closed doors. But I see you pulling a big bright smile after closing the front door of your house. I see y’all acting literally like a robot. The second that your parents ask for something. You do it. No question or critical thinking involved. Y’all are literally suffocating in your household. This time no amount of money, clothes or first class trip is cutting it. 

Bonus💌333, The universe is advising you not to run way. They know you are an individual with good values and you hate acting out of character. But they are giving you the green light to act like a spoiled child and throw a fit. So you can get your own apartment and enjoy a semi independent lifestyle before blowing the big gun. They will hate to see struggle in the real world when u already been through hell in your own home.

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PILE 2 

Check in : You guys recently got a face piercing. People around u wondered if u are a sex worker. You come from a small town. Y’all have the perfect hourglass figure or peach. Anyway, your ass is fat. 

What’s the gag ? 

Judgment (reverse)

They feel like too many bad things happen to you. Everyone in town is in your business. Which is not surprising. Like nobody actually minds their motherfucking business ( I’m sorry … I hate when people are in people's business, especially mine . Since I’m a toddler my fav sport is to mind the thinking that pay me … is so annoying when I run around individuals that fucking don’t This is why I never over read in y’all energy even in a collective setting. Like c’mon). I’m sorry pile 2, y’all lost u’re high school sweetheart. Y'all got married but it all scrambles down. They feel like you need Jesus. They think u are bitter, old  and alcoholic women. You need to give your heart to God and turn your life around. 

What’s actually gagging ? 

Queen swords (reverse) 

They are partially right (and i oop-). Nah, I have to stay serious. This is a serious matter. You lost the only good thing in your life. I would be turning bitter myself 2. In that nasty old town, where people never let you be in peace. First because of your mom's reputation then because of your beauty. Out here making fun of u because u gain weight. Bitch people are at the gym killing themself to have your curves. Some are dying on the bed of doctor Miami… for what ? I sense that it is constantly like that. Since you’ve been young they made smart comments about you. When they realize, u only get prettier from there… game over. Now they are calling you fast. Then calling you old, they wish. Y’all are between 25-27 like… ok, yeah ok, pipe down bitch (meme reference). You are pondering on doing a 360 of your life right now. You spend all this time  trying to please people around you and acting according to people's expectations. Now you want to live in a rather carefree lifestyle. Moving to the big city, where nobody cares about you and nobody deem to care. You might want to be a stripper. Not because you are missing funds or don’t have an education. You just want to go wild for a bit. Seeing if you still got it.

 Bonus💌777, When you are ready to share your story that's when great success is going to find you. You might documente your grief on social media or give guideline for other to heal. Some may write a book to help individual going through the trials and tribulations of loosing their ultimate soulmate. Y'all other going to share all the secret tip and tricks of being a stripper.

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PILE 3

What’s the gag? 

King cups (reverse)

Y’all must be athletes. The people gagging  are your teammates. They finally saw you crack. Some were even questioned if you were a human being. Because you are always put on a straight face no matter what. I sense that you had a panic attack in front of them. That was the only time you showed emotion and it was this intense. 

What's actually the gaging ? 

Queen swords 

You’ve been carrying a deep sadness since childhood. You guys are extremely disciplined and private. Y’all also give amazing advice. They think you lost it but you actually lost your mind Because you never really had your emotions under control. You barely know how to cope. The only time that this insanity seems to leave you is when you are practicing your sport. You are actually pouring all you have to the only thing that gives you peace. They will never know that.

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[mylittleaccident]

"You owe me.."

Word Count: 1,226

It was cold, dark, and lonely. Veronica knew she had to get help but she really didn't want to admit that. She goes to call Betty Finn but to no avail. Great. Now what?

Her only other option? Everyone else is definitely asleep, right? Heather Chandler. Shit. That's the only option isn't it?

She punches the number in several different times, deleting it and redialing, she's stalling. This is when she realizes that she knows Heather's number by heart. How pathetic. 

In a moment's slip-up, instead of pressing the delete button, she has pressed the green call button. I am an idiot. She thinks to herself. She holds the phone up to her face.

She feels as if she's been waiting for ages when a voice speaks just as the last ring has started blaring into her ear.

“What is it now, Sawyer?” The voice says annoyed through the phone. Probably because of how late it is.

“Er- sorry.. Heather.. My parents kinda.. Well we got in a fight and-” Veronica embarrassingly stutters before being cut off.

“You really want me to pick you up right now?” Chandler's voice speaks loudly into Veronica's ear. Veronica doesn't respond, because that's exactly what she wants.

“God.. fine. But you owe me, ok?” She grumbles

Veronica is relieved “ Thank you Heather, you're a lifesaver… I- uh.. I’m near the school next to that streetlight..”

Heather hangs up immediately. Everyone finds it quite obvious that she has a soft spot for Veronica, but if you said that to her,  well that wouldn't end well. 

Heather gets to Veronica's location in the matter of just a couple of minutes, immediately met with the sight of Veronica next to the light pole. 

Something about it.. She just looks so.. Small and dejected. Like a kicked puppy. Heather sighs and pulls over. God, what has this girl done to her?

“Get in before you freeze to death.” She says in the most neutral tone she can.

“Look I'm so sorry Heather, I really-” Veronica starts while getting in the car quickly.

Heather presses her index finger to the girl's lips, instantly shutting her up. Veronica's face flushes slightly which certainly doesn't go unnoticed by Heather.

“SHH. You talk too much. Don't say sorry, just buckle your seatbelt, we’re going to my place.” She says semi-harshly even though the words are sort of sweet, for her. Her blonde locks of hair perfectly framing around her shoulders and framing her face, part of it pulled up with her red scrunchie. 

Veronica slowly backs away from her finger and puts her seatbelt on, eager to be in the warmth of Heather's house. Though, she feels as if the heat from her cheeks could be enough to warm them both. She looks to Heather, who starts driving immediately.

Heather isn't comfortable with how soft she is around Veronica but she just can't help it, and it pisses her off. The drive is silent but it's mostly comfortable silence, Veronica staring at Heather driving and Heather pretending she doesn't notice.

When they get to Heather's house they quietly go up to Heather's room but not before Heather's harsh reminder that Veronica has to take her shoes off first, which makes Veronica scramble to take her shoes off and place them neatly by the door.

Once they got in her room, something about the atmosphere shifted but neither of them knew quite what it was. Heather throws some of her clothes at Veronica.

“Change, you're soaked.” She says demandingly. 

Veronica fails to catch the clothes and scrambles to pick them up.

“Can you uh.. Turn around while I change..?” She asks timidly, since she's scared of her possible growing feelings for Heather, she definitely doesn't want to have to change in front of her.

Heather groans and turns around, facing outside the window. She stares out the window as she hears the noises of Veronica changing into her clothes, impatiently waiting, until Veronica tells her she can now turn around. When she finally gets to turn around, something in her stomach changes, seeing Veronica in her red pajamas. She's already so soft for her and now this? For fucks sake..

“You- you look-  I mean-..” She shutters. Stutters? Heather Chandler is.. Stuttering?

“Uh.. thanks..” Veronica says, her face just as red as the pajamas at this point. “Should we uh.. I dunno.. Watch a movie..? Maybe? I mean we don't have to-”

Heather closes her eyes and shakes her head, trying to shake the thoughts away from her. “No, yeah, totally let's watch a movie.”

After they get in bed together and turn on a movie on Heather's laptop, they're both wildly blushing so much it's almost pathetic. Veronica, out of nowhere, turns to Heather suddenly. 

“Have you ever liked a girl? Not that- not that i have.. Just.. curious.” She says, her words rushed and fast.

Heather freezes, what kind of question is that? Especially when you're all huddled up under the covers with someone like this?  Should she lie or confess? For some reason.. She trusts Veronica.. why??

“I mean.. Yeah I think..” She sort of embarrassedly croaks out.

Veronica feels like she might have a heart attack then and there. She shifts closer to Heather.

“Would you ever.. Kiss a girl..?” She says in a smallish voice. Praying to whatever gods there is that the answer is yes.

Heather freezes for a moment, her eyes flicker to Veronica's lips and suddenly the movie on her laptop is completely ignored. 

“Maybe..” She says, her voice even smaller. She also shifts closer to Veronica.

“... Would you.. Kiss me..?” Veronica asks, her eyes also flickering down to Heather's lips and her heart is practically beating out of her chest. She cannot believe what she's saying.

Heathers breathing hitches for a moment. Of course the answer is yes, that is pretty much all she wants right now. She can't stand to just sit and stare at Veronica any longer. She looks back up at her eyes.

“Yes..” She's basically paralyzed at the moment. 

Veronica takes a moment. This is really happening. She leans in slightly, her hand slowly makes its way to Heather's jawline, holding her face and her chin up. Her eyes flicker from Heather’s own eyes down to her lips, then back up to her eyes, before slowly closing them and leaning in. 

Heather's wide eyes lock with Veronicas before she follows cue and leans in as well, closing her own eyes while she tilts her head slightly. Before she knew it, her lips had locked with Veronicas, it just felt so.. right. Unlike all of the boys she had kissed, Veronica’s lips felt like they were supposed to be kissing hers. 

All Veronica can think about is the way Heather's lips feel on her own, slowly moving against hers. The kiss is gentle and genuine. It lasts for just a couple minutes before Veronica pulls back, catching her breath. 

“Heather, you.. That was..” Her mind is so foggy she cant seem to form a proper sentence.

“Oh, shut up.” Heather says before grabbing her face again and kissing her again. Veronica's eyes widen in surprise but she certainly isn't complaining and she kisses her back. 

Neither of the girls had experienced a true kiss that was really full of love before tonight, and it was so incredibly perfect.

This was the best night of their lives.

[nathaslosthershit]

A lovesick girl calling her tired brother

Mat Barzal x Hughes!sister AU

Summary: After such a wonderful night with Mat, Birdie needs someone to talk to someone, and seeing as most of her friends are probably asleep…

Link to rest of AU

She let out a giggle, like an actual giggle. Alone, in her very dark apartment. She felt so happy that she was giggling. God, this was a feeling she could get used to. 

Birdie needed to talk to someone or else she was not going to get any sleep. But looking at the time, 2:53 am, she knew she wasn’t getting through to anyone. At least not without causing a panic. But as she sat, still in the dark, and watched it turn 3 am, she decided to call the one person that may be annoyed she is calling, but will always pick up. 

And after two rings, he answered. 

“It is midnight here. That's like what, 3 for you? Why are you up and calling me?” Her younger brother, Quinn, asked.

“Please I just had the most amazing night and everyone is asleep. But if you are so annoyed I am sure Trevor would love to talk with-”

“No. I’m sorry, please do not call that idiot. I seriously don’t know why you like him so much.”

“You know why I love him and that is off topic. Can I please just explain what I have been doing for the past few hours?”

“Go ahead.”

From deciding to go up and talk to Mat, to him kissing her cheek before she walked back to her apartment, Birdie left out very few details of her encounter with him. Well, except for one very important detail. 

“So who is this guy?” Quinn asks, smiling. It is nice to hear his older sister so happy. And despite what he is letting on, he is thrilled she decided to call him instead of her friends or their younger brothers… or, god forbid, Trevor Zegras. 

But just as she goes to quickly explain that hockey players are still not her type, and yes she knows she has dated a few too many for that to be true, and yes this man is in fact a hockey player, she decided against it. Maybe a little mystery wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Nope, I am keeping this one to myself for now. If it goes anywhere then maybe you will get to know.” “Come on, dude. You just spent the past 30 minutes talking about how you met ‘the most beautiful man in the world who is definitely your soulmate” and now you are saying it might not go anywhere? Give me a break.”

“I am saying I don’t want to get my hopes up. I am seeing you in a few months. Maybe I'll let you know then if you aren’t annoying about it.”

“Bullshit but alright.”

“I should go its almost 4. Thanks for talking, Quinn.”

“You are welcome. I’m glad you are so happy about this guy. Love and miss you.”

“Love and miss you too.”

“And please never call Trevor over m-” She hung up before he could berate her very dear and close friend. 

She wasn’t going to get any sleep. Not when she had so much more of the dreamlike night to go over in her head again, and again. Birdie hoped that Mat was awake doing the same.

And he was. 

Taglist: @tpwkstiles

[bambimeadows]

You guys. I’m trying to psyche myself up to write something, but the demotivation is fucking real. Let me vomit out some headcannons for you instead, about his kids. This will be long and elaborate and poorly written because I’m just thinking aloud so be warned. And yes I am putting way too much thought into this, I don’t care though 😭

- Okay so I’m sticking with what I originally wrote in my fic, he has 3 kids.

- An older son, a middle daughter and then a younger son that he and his wife had later shortly before their divorce. Going off Black ops Cold War time setting (I don’t want to think about him with adults kids yet that’s not as fun sorry), I’d put their ages at 15 (oldest son) 12 daughter and 3 for the younger son.

🏈Okay so, his eldest son is kind of an ass.

- Cocky, arrogant, acts up in class, attitude problem, bordering on apathetic to a lot of things, he can be prone to doing some light bullying - let’s say nothing too severe - maybe he’ll make a joke at someone’s expense here and there to make his friends laugh, and he prioritises and loves playing football, that’s the only thing that catches his interest at school. He’s the quarterback and essentially just that intimidating popular boy at school. That whole cliche.

- He upsets his mother from time to time, he doesn’t really listen to her. He has more respect/fear for his dad. So when Adler comes home it’s down to him to lay down the law and get very stern. (Yeah very old fashioned and borderline misogynistic I know but back in those times…)

- Adler gets very pissy at his son for disrespecting his mother and completely takes her side. He’ll give him a fiery lecture and telling off at first but then maybe later he’ll sit down with him and talk to him more calmly while alone with him, or while they’re tossing a ball around or taking a drive out somewhere.

- secretly Adler’s thrilled that his son’s a big football star at high school (like he was) and doesn’t really see the issue in him being more interested in that over his studies, but to keep up appearances he tries to underline the importance of doing well in class, he just doesn’t really feel genuine doing so because god knows he didn’t try in school. He does get serious about it though under his ex wife’s demand, he’ll ground his son to force him to study or confiscate something until the grade improves.

- the flaws and negative traits he sees in his son, he recognises as being exactly his own when he was his age, and honestly he still has them leftover as an adult, so he relates to him heavily and despite getting frustrated with him, he understands him a little too well. He can tell what he’s thinking, he knows why he acts the way he does sometimes.

- his son is also his carbon copy looks wise. They’re almost identical. Everyone says so.

- they could talk for hours and hours, about football, cars, stereotypical man stuff (?) idk. He’ll begrudgingly open up to his dad, he doesn’t always like the responses Adler gives him but he’ll reluctantly admit it does help him to talk about it with him, because he’ll usually make a lot of sense. It could be about the arguments with his mother and sometimes his sister and that living with a 3 year old is annoying. Adler will try to understand and sympathise with his grievances but hammer down on the importance of respecting them all and guilt trip him about the importance of family and that his mother, sister and brother love him very much. He’ll open up about girls and Adler will be vaguely alarmed by what he’s hearing sometimes, he’ll firmly tell him he needs to slow down and not break their hearts, because if some girl’s dad shows up at the door looking for a fight it probably wouldn’t end well. He knows what he would do if some little shit disregarded his daughter’s feelings. He also knows he was a little shit to girls too.

- he bribes the school board and manipulates teachers and staff etc to get his son out of trouble for a bad grade or disrupting class or skipping it altogether. He even pulled strings with the local police department for some trouble his son got into once lol, but of course handled it in his own way, yelling, threatening, making him do some community service anyway, confiscating game consoles etc. But NEVER agreeing with his ex wife’s suggestion that they stop him playing football for a little while, he’ll always come to his defence for that of course, much to her eye rolls and shakes of the head.

- despite their differences, Adler’s son knows his dad is a badass, he knew early on he was quite different to all the other dads, he absolutely idolises him and lives his adolescent years hoping to grow up to be just like him in every way, Adler prays he doesn’t.

- For context, Adler has given his kids a cover story about his job. Something about international relations let’s say, but the older ones know there’s more to it, but were (perhaps unfairly) taught by both parents that questioning it is a taboo subject.

- His son understands there’s a lot of things his dad can’t tell him about his life away from them, he knows he’s been lied to from a young age, but feels he’s been lied to so much and that they’re so deadset on keeping the reality of the situation from him that he’s been worn down into not caring what the truth is. All he knows is they obviously live a pretty good life from it so maybe he should just be grateful, or so he tells himself. Adler’s lies and excuses for injury and being away for months are now simply met with a deadpan “… sure dad.” and nothing else is said. Adler knows his son thinks he’s full of shit.

📚🎀🐴 Now let’s see about that daughter of his, this doesn’t come to me as naturally

- I think she’s a lot better behaved, like insufferably perfect, a swotty know-it-all to the point it can unnerve people, even teachers. She’s that kid that the parents of other kids roll their eyes at and get insecure about and wonder why their child isn’t more like them.

- she’s just very demure, very mindful

- No but seriously she’s top of the class always with a special interest in science, copious amounts of extra curricular activities, she’ll do Girl Scouts and all of that stuff and have endless amount of friends and people wanting to talk to her, except she tries her best to be sweet and doesn’t use her social standing in school to go on power trips like her brother might, rather she uses it to help people. Although, I’d say that’s probably only half genuine and more to keep up an image of perfection. She can be a little sly and devious, she just never gets caught in doing so. She’s sporty like her brother and father, she likes cross country and horse riding.

- she’s a daddy girls too. She misses him a lot and wishes he could be around more, but much like her brother she prefers to keep that to herself. She came to terms that this is just how life is for their family and eventually stopped asking her mother if she knew when he’d be back or where he was, she realised she doesn’t know either. Adler’s daughter is horrified when he comes back with an injury, and soon understood that he is out doing really dangerous things despite her parents acting like nothings wrong, this does instil some anxiousness in her and keeps her up at night when he’s away. She’ll lay in bed, shut her eyes, cross her fingers and whisper pleads to God to bring him back safely. She also keeps these worries to herself for the most part, happy to keep up a facade to keep the peace and would rather her time with her father be focused on happiness and him giving her attention, she fears she might push him away if she prys. One time however, she went to her brother’s room in the middle of the night, woke him up and asked him if he was ever worried their father was going to die. “Whatever he’s fighting out there, he’s stronger than them, nothings taking down that old bastard,” his brother had told her with a little smirk. They’re bonded from the knowledge that their parents are keeping secrets from them.

- her pitfall is, because she’s a perfectionist, she doesn’t deal with failure and things going wrong rationally. A “B+” on a maths quiz is worthy of tears, an impassioned argument with the teacher and locking herself in her room to study obsessively.

- Neither Adler or his ex wife pushed her to be this way, sure they’ve tried to instil in their children that they need to work hard in school, but never to this extent. she just decided this was who she needed to be, but in reality one of her primary reasons is that she wants to make them proud, call it middle child syndrome.

- Adler of course doesn’t take it for granted how amazing and hard working his daughter is and is constantly impressed by her, he thinks himself very lucky and blessed. He’ll never fail to praise her at every turn even if success is predictable at this stage and she’s the one he’s most likely to break out into a smile for. She’s his pride and joy! (*cough* his favourite *cough*)

- he only says her name on the very rare occasion he tells her off, most of the time it’s “princess” or “sweetie”.

- He spoils her accordingly, he finds it harder to know what to buy her as she starts to grow up and doesn’t really like playing with Barbies and dollhouses anymore, so he waits for her to ask for something, and she has absolutely no issue with doing so. You could say she might take advantage of her father’s generosity towards her sometimes and she knows how to tug on his heart strings if the request is quite extravagant. As she should! He bought her a pony, deadass.

- sometimes she’ll still ask him for help with homework if he’s around, knowing that she knows the answers better than him anyway. But she’s aware she’s a hands off sort of child and finds any excuse to spend extra quality time with him or make him feel needed. He secretly knows and plays along accordingly, his frosty heart melting at the gesture every time.

- she’s very princess-y and prim and proper and girly, she has a different coloured hair ribbon for each day of the week.

👶 Okay now let’s talk about the baby.

- he came as a surprise. Definitely. Maybe at first not a most welcomed one. There was talk of terminating the pregnancy but they ultimately decided against it.

-Adler never thought he’d be more or less 40 chasing a toddler around, but oh how he turns him to mush and now he couldn’t imagine his life without him.

- when the three kids come to stay at his house, a lot of the time is spent with the youngest sat on his lap or up in his arms. But that’s more down to Adler not trusting him to wander off and cause mischief in his immaculately clean apartment. And that little guy loves nothing more than being on his dad shoulders or in his arms, he feels so sturdy and high up!

- Adler can’t render himself to be all silly and goofy to keep the kid entertained all the time, but he is patient and spares all the little smiles and chuckles for him and his antics. He does of course have a completely different side he has to force for such a young child and isn’t above playing around with him and letting himself ease up a little.

- He’ll just be on the floor playing with his toys and Adler will be watching from the couch with a little upturn of his lips, always endeared but also sometimes still not quite believing he has a child that age, he can’t believe that just a few days ago he was out the country putting bullets into people’s skulls and now he’s here watching his baby boy race cars round the carpet of his living room.

- Days together usually end with them cramped up on the young boy’s bed together with Adler reading him a bedtime story, he’ll reluctantly put on the right silly voices for the characters as he reads and is rewarded by the laughs and smiles which makes him smile too. Adler will quietly leave him to sleep when he inevitably dozes off, but you can bet most nights he’s being woken up at 1 in the morning with a request for a drink or stories about monsters being under the bed, Adler deals with it very patiently and logically and gently explains to his son that monsters aren’t real and he’s fine. He’ll grab a torch and take his son’s hand and walk him back to his room, and they’ll look under the bed together for the monsters just so he can see they’re not there. Some nights Adler relents and with a sigh let’s him get into bed with him.

- Adler is surprisingly good at dealing with tantrums, he’s able to shut himself off from the screaming to become stoic and unmoved by it, this can leave the toddler slightly puzzled as he’s use to his mother quickly swooping in to baby him when he sounds off. Adler is quietly patient in calming him down and waiting for him to stop. He never really loses his temper or snaps at him in these times, but he doesn’t believe he should indulge it either. He’ll still give lots of hugs once the kid’s ceased screaming his lungs out.

- He is the one Adler feels the most uneasy about. He worries for all their safety, but the fragility of such a young child scares him sometimes. He wonders if it’s better or worse for him to be so young while he himself is caught up with life threatening situation constantly. On one hand if Adler died tomorrow, the boy might not even grow up to remember him or be that sad about him vanishing, on the other hand, he’d never really know what it’s like to have a father. He also feels as if he’s missed out on so much of his growing up and forming a bond with him has certainly been harder, but he’s mostly satisfied that he’s managed to.

- the young child was of course the hardest part about him and his wife’s divorce. He was 1 years old when the divorce was finalised. When she first told Adler she was divorcing him, he thought she was crazy wanting to raise a baby separated, he asked her if she was sure she didn’t want to wait until the baby was a little older and whether she really wanted to do it while living without him. Her response, “I more or less do that now anyway, Russell.” Knife through the heart of course.

Shall I do more like this? Maybe for his ex wife or maybe what domestic life was like before the divorce? 💕

[conan-hearts-u]

Why did i kiss him of all people?!

Ran Haitani x Gn!Reader

wc: 1k

You pull him by his shirt towards you. You put your lips against his. To be fair he didnt push you away. It seemed like he was enjoying it. He wrapped his arms aroud your waist and pulled you closer to him. He was suprisingly a good kisser. He had such soft lips. Ok this kiss is lasting too long. You can pull away now Y/n hahaha... You started running out of breath so you pulled away.

Then you notice who you just (almost made out with) kissed . The older Haitani brother. Ran fucking Haitani. Not only was he the hottest guy in your school he was also probably the scariest. He used to rule the entire of Roppongi with his younger brother and he went to juvie when he was 14 for murdering someone. He is also in a gang which isnt supring at all. Youre going to die. You will be murdered by him and his gang. Might as well start writting your goodbye letters

"Do you just kiss random guys all the the time or am I just lucky?" He gave you an amused smirk. His lazy lilac eyes staring at you.

"Oh my god im so sorry I just panicked" You wanted to run away so badly. Why would you even do this? Just to make your ex jealous? You saw them in the hallway behind you. But they werent there anymore. Its as if they just disappeared.

"So you kiss people when you panic?" He started laughing. You ran away quickly. You even forgot your book on your desk but you didnt care. All you wanted to do was go home and cry.

You were doing your homework but you kept getting notifications. So you decide to check your phone. And you see 100+ messages from your friend gc. You thought that some fight happend or one of your friends bf dumped them. But when you read one message you notice that its talking about you? All of the messages were about you.

"WHATT Y/N SINCE WHEN WERE U AND RAN HAITANI DATING??"- "Y/N YOU DIDNT TELL ME, YOUR BSF THAT YOU ARE DATING THE HOTTEST GUY IN OUR SCHOOL?"- "Is it true that both of you were making out in the hallway?"

You were so confused but then you noticed that someone probably saw you with him and now the entire school thinks you and Haitani are dating. What now? You cant go back to school? Oh my god why didnt Haitani just kill me when I kissed him. You finished your homework and went to sleep immediately after completing them. You started praying that you wouldnt wake up the next morning.

Sadly you didnt die in your sleep. And your parents forced you to school. You just hoped that the rumour didnt spread around the entire school. Maybe they just forgot about what happned. Maybe Haitani forgot you kissed him

Nope you were wrong. Everyone knew. It was pretty obvious. You take one step into your classroom and the entire class goes silent and just stares at you.

"Omg Y/n why didnt you tell me? I thought I was your best friend how could you not tell me about you and the older Haitani???" You friend put her hands on your shoulder and started shaking you aggressively

"Careful or your going to kill the poor girl. " Your other friend walked up to you and looked at you with her arm crossed "But she is right Y/n how could you not tell us?!"

"Uh well you see.." You didnt want to lie to them. They were your best friends after all but the truth is just .. sad.. "Yeah you see I saw my ex in the hallway yesterday and I paniced since I want to seem like im so over him even though im not over him at all so i kissed the first guy i see and that turns out to be Ran Haitani and now everyone thinks we are dating" Luckily someone interupted you before you could say anything stupid.

"Is Y/n L/n in this class?" A guy with red hair sticked his head out of the door frame.

You walk towards him "Uh yeah im her. Do you need anything?"

"Well.." the guy had a big grin on his face "Your boyfriend wants to talk to you. He is wating for you at the roof top" He said in probably one of the most annoying voices ever

Everyone heared what the red head said. They started being so loud and all of them came over to you and started asking you questions about your "boyfriend"

After struggling to leave the room because of the crow you finally succeeded. Am i actually going to go talk to him? Im going to get myself killed. You didnt want to talk to him at all. What fi he was planning on killing you or what if he has a girlfriend and she wants to have a "nice chat" with you. Your head kept coming up with worse scenarios one after other. But you decided to face your fear and talk to him.

When you first get to the roof top you see him. You can never get over the way he looks. He is so fucking attaractive any girl would fall for him easily exept you. Or thats atleast what you tried to convince yourself. Its not like you liked him but just his lilac tired looking eyes. His long balck and blonde hair...

"You can keep staring all you want doll" You didnt even notice you were staring at him and wait did he just call you doll?

"What do you want." You keep your head down looking at your feet not being able to look him in the eyes

"You think you can just kiss me and get away with it?" He lift your head up with his index and middle finger. "Look at me"

The way his lips move. Those are the lips you kissed. the soft lips.

"Why are you so focused on my lips? Hm?" he laughs and wraps and arm around your waist and pulls you close "Do you want me to kiss you? "

"N-no!" you started shaking your head. But in reality you really wanted him to kiss you again. Just once.

"How about I take you out tonight hm? what do you say about that" You only nod as a respose. He lets go and takes out his phone "This is my phone number"

You type the phone number into your contacts and you say goodbye to him and by saying goodbye I mean running away covering your face.

As soon as you get home you go to your toom and scream into your pillow. Kicking your feet up and down. Then you got the message

"send me your adress so I can pick you up"

you took your phone and held it close to your heart.

made with love by Conan <3

[akiraiscute]

Haruhi Fujioka X Fem!Reader

Tw ; Tamaki being a BIT CREEPY … and jealous<3 (p.s i may off put haruhi a bit ooc im sorry if i did😕)

You were a often customer at the host club, that is as Haruhi Fujioka came to be in it. You often find yourself trying to get closer but still kept your distance as you were just a customer, just a customer.. you wanted to be more but you couldn’t just ask as you two probably weren’t friends until you finally moved classes to one of.. hers. You found out Haruhi was a girl as you two grew to be more closer and she trusted you enough which… you were grateful for.

You still came to the host club as it’s another reason to see your friend(crush..)!You were happy to talk to haruhi often as you did, you also hoped that she was happy as well.. As you grew even more closer to haruhi, you met the host club officially. And you hanged out with them after the host club as well! You enjoyed watching it all happened, that is until.. you and haruhi were hanging out. Just you and her, not the host club (they were spying as for tamaki’s request to spy.) as you two talked, she rambled a bit about what happened at the host club when you were with your family yesterday as she did. She ended up confessing which was honestly unexpected, even the host club was shocked.

“You know, tamaki was complaining that i was spending too much time with you..”

“Oh? Really? Wow-”

“I mean, i like spending time with you, he literally acts like my dad.. and you act like what-.. what i love, you know? You just act so. I don’t really know how to say it.”

“Wait what?”

“…wait what?”

Haruhi looked at her, god she ruined it! Why did she have to ramble, she ruined something that she was finally enjoying, ruined a friendship other than the host club! She looked at her friend or.. ex friend… Haruhi didn’t know how to read her face well as she was a bit, a bit panicked.

“So.. you like me? Right?”

“I- well, yes but if you aren’t comfortable with tha-”

You smiled softly as you kissed her cheek. You looked at her with love in your eyes… the host club spying from the bushes were even more shocked, is haruhi getting a girlfriend?! What?! Tamaki was even red, he looked away as he let out a small dramatic sniffle…

“I am comfortable haruhi, i like you too.. like, a lot. Since the day i probably met you even!”

“Really?.. wow..”

Haruhi looked at you a bit shocked before she gave you her own soft smile. It was small but it was a smile, that made you smile even more! You were glad that you finally got to confess after knowing she liked you too. Would you confess to her even if you didn’t know, probably not- but as you started to talk to haruhi but something was different, probably because you two made it clear that you two were dating which made the host club actually so shocked! Mainly tamaki as he did even more dramatic sighs. The twins were done with him as well, which they always were..

As you two were heading back to the school, mainly to talk to the host club for the next session for Tomorrow. You were talking to haruhi about anything you could remember really, she nodded and nodded as she admired you and listened, until you reached the host club doors.. you opened it as you saw tamaki almost sobbing in the corner. You looked at haruhi in confused before looking back at everyone, you shrugged before realizing.. you sighed softly before giggling which made everyone realized you two were there. Which made tamaki look at haruhi as he sobbed and appeared at her legs hugging them.

“My little girl is growing up!!”

“Tamaki senpai..”

You looked at him, giggling even more as haruhi sighed. Now crossing her arms and shaking her head as she grew a little annoyed.. the first thing she sees after getting to finally date you is tamaki sobbing about her "so called growing up." Haruhi finally got him off. She held your hand as she talked to the others, her voice soft and her usually tone of voice. You were just playing with her hands as to not bother them at all.. you were happy, this is what you wanted. Dating haruhi<33!!

HIII, im back, im getting a idea of when ima post!! But i may not follow it sometimes as i get writer block alot lately but I GOT MY HARUHI !!!! IM SO HAPPY EKEKE!!! Now i have maybe 5 more but im getting more ideas as i realize how much ppl i can write for.. anyways!! Im just happy:D now bye bye!!

— akira.. Akira… logggingg.. Logging off!

masterlink - <3

[woman-respecter]

you know the most annoying part about cr discourse is that i can't avoid it. everyone is riding that "this is britney p2" wave, and a) it simply isn't, b) the whole "and that is YOUR fault", like... guys. you are on tungle dot com. go tell that to twitter/instagram idk. like am i stalking her or her family? or am i simply disintersted in what she has to say? am i supposed to stfu if i dare to have a negative opinion on her now??

like i don't like taylor and i successfully avoid the discourse around her, but i can't for the life of me avoid chappell's guilt tripping discourse, can you imagine??? i'm going to have to block her tag on tumblr, like... she is just a girl with a questionable work ethic whose "truth" i personally find colossally stupid. this is not britney 2, i remember the deep shock that i was feeling while reading those magazines talking about britney, i remember the misogyny, i was very very young and it stayed me. like this isn't even pattinson 2, or stewart 2, or hp actors 2, be so for real. i am sorry she got stalked, and i wish we had a better culture around celebs, but oh my god

this is probably too generous of me to postulate but i think its possible that this misconception comes from the crossing of wires about the very real concerns she has about creepy fans and stalkers, and the people online criticizing her shitty politics, just because both these things came up during the same couple of months or so. the people who want her to stfu have 0 overlap with the ones waiting for her at seatac or trying to kiss her or whatever. so people are acting like all of her problems are because of jews on tumblr getting snarky, even though we have nothing to do with the serious stuff she is going thru.