#DID U ATE MY BURRITO?????

[ssaanaaloves]

[i-cant-sing]

Ok. Ok. HEAR ME OUT. Miguel hanging out with reader (shes chained to the chair) and feeding her (shoving food down her throat) bc she mentioned she hadn't eaten anything while Miguel was out handling business (beating up a child)

Ommg yess but like imagine reader being a spider person and unbeknownst to her, Miguel has grown really fond of her, seeing her as his own daughter and so he... dotes on you. Look, his family loss is still fresh, so he has this abundance of platonic love that he just needs to pour and you are luckily (or not) that person.

And papa Miguel is like trying so hard not to show that he cares about your well being, but HE DOES and he's always worried about you and he just wants to pull u out of the field and tell u its too dangerous for u to be spiderman, but he doesn't wanna say it because then he'll have to explain his concern for u and I've already told u guys that he's an emotionally crippled father who cant say "I love you" but their actions always scream out the words.

So, he thinks its best to just take care of you as best as he can without arousing suspicion from you or pulling u out of the field (cause he knows u love being a hero). He makes you food(mostly mexican because everything else doesn't have enough spice and it doesnt matter if u cant handle spice, you will LEARN to), okay? I mean good, homecooked meals, 3 times a day and he expects you to eat breakfast and dinner(ofcourse u have a curfew) with him. But lunches? well, since you're always on missions during lunch time, he packs u up some food for u to take and he always checks your bento box (ALSO SPIDERMAN THEMED OBV) but perhaps this one day, you forgot to or didnt want to take your lunch along (a very tasty burrito) and when Miguel sees your lunch in his kitchen, he is LOSING it all. My man here is making himself go crazy(ier) by overthinking the worst possible scenarios (because this is unusual behavior in his textbook) and he sends a sort of AMBER alert on your ass because you're not answering his calls/texts(cause ur busy fighting bad guys) and Miguel just sends the ENTIRE spider society to find where you are and bring you home ASAP. Obv the spider society follows his orders to bring you because he's boss man and he probably has some important reason to drag ur ass home and not because papa's heart cant handle that his baby missed lunch???

Omg can you imagine reader finally finishing tying up the bad guys and now stops by a pizza place to grab a slice and girl looks outside to see 100 spidermans swinging around, all coming her way. These guys all shoot enough webs until you were practically cocooned in them and perfectly immobilised, and then they all open up the portal to deliver u to Miguel.

And Miguel just shoos them all away before he begins to free u from the webs and asks where u were, what happened, did the bad guys hurt u, were u kidnapped.

"Yeah-" you pulled the webs out of your hair. "-by your men!" And Miguel explains that he sent them after you because he thought something bad happened to u.

"Why would you think that?"you inquired.

Because you forgot your lunch at home. No, he cant say that.

"I- my spider senses were telling me to. I guess they were wrong." Now before you could ask more questions, he changes the topic. "Anyways, you must be hungry. Lets eat lunch-"

"No, I actually ate a slice of pizza before I was brought here-" you start but Miguel glares at you as he pulls out a dish of enchiladas from the oven, placing it in front of you.

"You will eat. You're hungry."

"I'm actually not. Like I was saying-" but he glares at you again, piling up your plate with enchilidas.

"I wasn't asking, mija." He hands you the utensils, red eyes piercing you. "You are hungry, and you will eat. Now."

[jungkookslipring]

Hi hi! 🙂

I don't know if you ate taking any requests, but...can I request a Ler!Chan and Lee!Felix in which Félix is feeling a little sad and Chan Cheers him up with tummy and neck nibbles and raspberries, please?

Thank you so much for even reading my request.

Luv u! 💞

Lee! Felix

Ler! Chan

Sad Boy Hours

Maybe watching a sad movie by himself wasn't the best idea, but Felix had been scrolling aimlessly through all of the possibilities of movies and tv shows he could watch and somehow landed on watching nothing other than the film Titanic. He was always curious about the film, having basic knowledge of what happens, so he decided it couldn't be as sad if he knows what happens, right?

Wrong.

Poor thing was wrapped up in a blanket burrito, muffling his cries into his sweater paw. Right on cue, Chan walked into the dorm, coming to steal Felix so they could go to a cafe that had just opened up, only to see one of his sunshine liner twins crying his heart out on the sofa.

"Lixie?? Whats the matter?" Chan asked in a slight panic, never liking the sight of his baby crying. Felix pointed to the TV and Chan felt a little better knowing it was just the movie and not something else bothering the poor boy.

"Ohh sweetie is it the film?" Chan lightly chuckled as he pulled Felix into his arms. Felix sighed.

"Don't laugh at me," he whined as he hid his face with the blanket. Chan giggled.

"No baby I'm not making fun of you, your heart is just simply too big to watch these types of movies," he chuckled as he rubbed his hand up and down Felix's arm. The younger one sniffled.

"I set myself up on that one I guess," he sighed as he wiped his eyes.

"My sweet Lixie we can't have you crying when we need to go get pastries!" Chan said in a high pitched voice as he snuck his hands under the blanket and squeezed Felix's tummy. He teased his little Aussie brother even more by nibbling his neck. The younger started loudly giggling as he tried to fold in on himself, but failing miserably when Chan flipped them over, Felix now with his back pressed against the couch and Chan digging his fingers into Felix's abs. The younger's giggles got louder and louder the more Chan teased him.

"Chahahahannie hyununung!" he squealed when Chan lifted up his shirt and went back to his attack, squeezing and poking his cute little tummy.

"We may not need to go to the cafe Felix!" Chan said with a surprised face. Felix's morphed into confusion until he realized what his older brother was about to do.

"Don't even tr-AAHHHAHHAHAHAHA HYUNG!" Felix screeched as Chan started nibbling at his tummy. He tried pushing his head away with his hands, but every time he did, Chan would just dig his fingers into his hips, causing the younger one to scream and flail around. He alternated between nibbling his sides and tummy and blowing raspberries on his belly button, leaving the younger one squealing and fighting for his life. Eventually Chan gave in and didn't want to destroy his kid so he let up, leaving a quick little kiss on Felix's tummy.

"You're just too cute!" Chan squealed as Felix covered up his face in embarassment.

"You're lucky I love you, hyung," he said with a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Chan hugged him when the younger reached out to him.

"I love you too, Lixie." After about 15 minutes the tears had stopped, and the two went on their way to the little cafe, not without Chan tasering Felix every two minutes of course.

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[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #302

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Experiment in progress. Refer to case logs.

I rode my bike to the far corner of town - the other side of the train tracks (or it would have been if there were ever rails built here). I found the usual chain-link fence and locked my bike to it with a U-lock. I tugged on it to make sure it was secured and entered the leftmost front door.

This apartment building, a duplex, was owned by the church next door, which purchased it from the family who used to own it just a year ago. It was good timing, too, because the homeless population in town was double the last count. Up the stairs I climbed, into the dimly lit foyer of the men’s home.

My father, who sat in the corner staring at a tiny laptop screen, accounted for roughly a third of that population increase all on his own. So he was provided a bunk and a bit of floor space, just like the others. As was his nature, he took it in stride and expanded out further than anyone had given him permission to: his desk was large enough to account for his own bit of floor space, that of the man in the bunk above his, and that of one of the men in the bedroom.

“Hey,” I said, taking off my backpack and setting it on the floor with an unintentional thud. The women’s home downstairs must have hated me.

“Hey,” my father replied, taking a hit of his vape, which was the size of a deck of cards with four wedding rings stacked atop. He turned around and blew the cloud of vegetable glycerin and flavorings into my face. “Doesn’t that smell just like Fruity Pebbles?”

“Fruity Dino Bites, maybe,” I replied.

He looked me up and down. “Take a seat, you’re making me nervous.”

I pulled a folding chair from the wall and sat in it, creaking the floorboards beneath the thin carpet.

He turned the screen to face me. “Check this shit out.”

He hit the spacebar and an animation began playing over wobbly footage of the ocean. It was a title card, which read, ‘The Vapist.’

He proudly smirked and said, “New intro for the channel.”

I nodded. “Cool.”

“And take a look at what I’m reviewing this week.” He held out several small glass bottles with vape liquid inside, waiting for me to take them (I didn’t). “They’re all cereal themed. But the one I just sampled for you is supposed to taste like Froot Loops. It didn’t taste anything like Froot Loops, right?”

I shook my head. “No, definitely not.”

“Good, ‘cause I already sent him an email. It’s false advertising, you know. I’m gonna have to put that in my review.”

“How much did you pay for all these?”

“Nothing. These are review samples. I’m doing him a favor.” As far as Dad was concerned, this YouTube channel was his job - though it didn’t pay more than whatever value you could put on e-juice. Hence the lack of his own apartment - and more importantly, lack of a stocked pantry.

I unzipped the second pocket of my backpack and pulled out a couple bananas left over from school meals. “I brought you something to eat.”

He took one of the bananas and frowned. “What, do I look like a monkey to you?”

“Uh… this was all I could get. It’s not - I mean, would you prefer an orange next time?”

“As the bisexual said, ‘I’d prefer something other than fruit now and then.’”

“I would have saved you a burrito like usual, but I was starving today.”

“Hmph.” He gestured to the other banana still in my hand. “Eat up, then. You’re a growing boy.”

I looked at it. It was small and green. He liked them green, but I never did. It didn’t sit right with me to eat a banana that wasn’t ready to be eaten, a banana still acidic and lacking in sweetness. Bananas like this fought back against you, both when you peeled them and when you ate them. Overripe bananas were at least good for banana bread, but these, to me, were good for nothing but waiting.

I cracked the stem and started removing the peel. “I chickened out again.”

“Seriously? Dude, it’s not that hard.”

“Yes it is! I’ve never asked anyone out before in my life.”

“Alright, fine. Pretend I’m Celeste.”

My eyes twitched. “Huh?”

“Or, uh… what was her name?”

“Oh, uh… Serenity.”

“Right. Serenity. You two went to preschool together.”

“Yeah, and?”

“You’ve known how to talk to her since you started talking.”

“Yeah, but…” I trailed off, focused on removing as many strings from the banana as I could. “It’s different. I’m different, she’s different.”

 “She’s not different. Watch. Pretend I’m her and ask me out.”

“You don’t look anything like her. She has a lot more hair on her head and a lot less below the neck.”

“She’s got more below the neck than you think. You’ll find out after the dance is over.”

“Dad!”

“What? You’re attracted to her, aren’t you?”

“I mean, yeah, but…”

“Then fuck her brains out. No big deal. But you need to ask her out first. Try it.”

“Uh… okay? Hey, Serenity.”

“Hiii,” Dad replied in a horrid falsetto.

“Nope, nope, nope, I can’t do this.” I took a bite of rock-hard banana and I swear it crunched under my teeth.

“Can’t do what?”

“Stop it, Dad.”

“Hmph. Baby.” His stomach grumbled. “That banana isn’t gonna do it for me. Let’s go get something to eat.”

Suddenly I started to feel queasy. It was like a sense of impending doom crossed with food poisoning. I shivered.

“I, uh, I’m not feeling so good.” I rubbed the side of my head and my eyes watered.

“Fine, I fly, you buy. Hurry up, I’m starving!”

“I don’t… I don’t have the cash…”

“What do you mean you don’t have it?”

“I lost the money…” It was all I could do to say these four words and hold down the contents of my stomach.

“Goddammit, Trevor… What am I supposed to eat, now?” He held out his floppy arms. “I’m malnourished!”

“I could…” The thought of food was making it worse, but I needed to defuse the situation. “I could bring you my leftovers after dinner?”

“Oh. Of course," he said. “Of course you’re expected at ‘home’ for dinner. What are you having?”

“Probably…” I gulped, trying to keep from vomiting. “Probably… Maybe steak again?”

“Man, fuck you. Fine, go back to your private palace. Ride your little bike back to Grandma and Grandpa.”

I could see as if it was right in front of me: my own shaky breath fogs up my glasses in the cold dark of the night - everything is cold, so cold, and as my glasses become clearer, I see my bicycle, crumpled in the street, hunched over as if sobbing. There’s blood on my hands.

When I came to, my father was halfway through yelling at me to hurry and clean up the puddle of vomit in front of me. I fell back onto the floor as my legs gave out. I breathed heavily, my heart beating in my ears. But at least my stomach felt better.

“I think I need to go lay down,” I said, or at least, I heard myself say it.

Dad stared at me, incredulous. “Sure, fine, you want to leave, then leave. You didn’t need to give me something to clean up! There’s a sink right over there!”

“Sorry,” I said, getting up. I zipped my backpack and slung one of the straps over my arm, then hobbled outside.

“What just happened?” Celeste asked. “Are you alright?”

“I should be asking you what happened,” I grumbled. “This is all because of whatever you’ve been doing to me.”

“You’re sure it wasn’t that banana?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I had a vision.”

“A vision this time? Not just an idea popping into your head?”

“That’s right,” I said as I unlocked my bike. “And it felt real.”

“What did you see?”

I trembled as I looked at my bicycle. The handlebars were still unmangled in my hands. “I don’t want to talk about it. All I’ll say is, I’m gonna walk my bike home today.”

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[aubreyathame]

Hi which of these put the L in lesbian the most feel free to rank

A. My phone died in the middle of my first draft of this causing me to lose all my progress

B. Fell for two straight women in the same show (blue eyed samurai)

C. Ranking this list alphabetically

E. Wearing the same shirt right now I've had since I was five it still fits and it's not even a crop top

F. Had a burrito today with the contents of cucumbers and french fries

G. Had my tumblr pfp as the same random woman drawing from a coloring app for over two years since my account creation, only just recently changing it to my favorite old man

H. Having a favorite old man

I. Joking about rambling about something for an hour, proceeding to rant about said thing over an hour,

J. Helping my friends with my awesome dementia autism

K. Went to a cat cafe and proceeded to pet none of the cats because I was afraid they didn't like me

L. Being lesbian

M. Cooked some delicious, delicious pancakes

N. Did a literature symbolism analysis on the movie ratatouille for a real letter grade

O. Ate all the oranges and told No one

P. Procrastinated all of my summer homework until the last week and now I'm hauling ass

Q. Replaced the nagito image in my wallet with Eichi Tenshounin Enstars

R. Made a new oc that's a cunty ghost

S. Considered lying on this list about frantically googling beetles for an hour because I had one (1) question about beetles pop into my brain (why do they not like light like other bugs) (I haven't googled it yet)

T. * It was roaches not beetles but it's funnier to make a separate bullet than perform easy edits

U. Went to the mall and saw a Pou plush and knockoff TADC merch that didn't finish painting pomni in the exact same store

V. Thought about women some more

[yakultii]

it’s that time of the day agaaaaiinnnn …. when I woke up this morning (or should I say afternoon bc I didn’t go to sleep til like 5am again rip) I thought today was gonna be so rough BUT I went through the motions and made some moves to improve it (I’m getting very good at this now! or maybe I always was and never really recognised it until now, allowing me to now feel good about it) and the afternoon was a lot better than expected! It was so exhausting I felt like I was physically dying but I spent hrs cleaning up so now if someone saw into my apartment it just looks a normal amount of messy rather than time to be institutionalised type vibe (no exaggeration) and then I made heaps more protein icecream and then I was so exhausted I wanted to lie in my bed forever but I also wanted to get some fresh air on a walk but I told myself I could only go for my walk IF I cooked them god damn burritos first(knowing I’d be both mentally and physically exhausted by the time I got back and put it off again….. and I did it!!!!!!! It didn’t take long at all which I knew all along but sometimes my mind can’t comprehend that until I actually do it ugh. Then I FaceTimed my mum while I went for a walk but on the way home I walked past them filming the news live cos some really tragic events occurred on my road which is so sad.. and then I got home and learned I have the heart rate variability of a 75yro at 24 so that’s super duper fun but we all knew my body was cooked and imma try do everything in my power to increase that :,) ALSO before I went on my walk I saw the new sign my neighbour put up (as u will see in a prev post) and it made me so happy :))) I’m so glad I made the card heheh making it and giving it brought me so much joy - I think maybe the reason my life feels so empty is because I haven’t been doing nice things for people(idk?) like how can I expect the universe be kind to me when I haven’t actively been going out of my way to be kind lately (I used to all the time but now I don’t have much human contact so that’s kinda why it’s been limited)… I was running at parkrun on Saturday mornings bit before I started getting too physically exhausted to even do that but this has got me thinking maybe I should just go there and volunteer until I’m feeling physically better?? It really can’t hurt for me to learn how to be around people again just one morning a week (just gotta fix my sleep schedule over the next few days first)… anyways I’ll get back to you on the progress w that one! additionally I am super grateful for my hot shower and even more so for the bomb ass burritos I just ate for dinner! I also achieved most my goals from yesterday of drink water and make burrito but not get sleep rip. My goals for tomorrow are 1. get to SLEEP before 3am (I mean that’s kinda today,kinda tomorrowlol) 2. eat a little more than I did today 3. complete readings/questions for at least 1 of my uni classes for next week(I’ve barely done any readings the entirety of my degree and still managed mostly 90s but I’m doin a lil experiment to see what happens when I do LOOL also now I only do so, no more philos, so that readings are gonna be a lot more manageable/I may as well try :) I hope you’re all having a lovely day today and that your tomorrow is even better!

[turmoilcity]

What if we were a tv show?

If my paras were in a sitcom (feat. cameo appearances of @star-drips paras.)

This has been sitting in my draft for a while. The purpose is to use this site

https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator to generate random scenarios but I can't tweak the quotes they generate.  I've collected my favorite ones (despite if they're Canon to characters) in one doc. And now I feel like sharing them with u guys ☺

Emerson, about to leave the house: Don’t spend all day watching YouTube, okay? 

Isla: I FORGE MY OWN PATH!!

—-

Bella: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT! 

Emerson: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

—

Isla, watching Bella & Emerson panic : What's going on?

Lillian: Bella is having a midlife crisis and Emerson is just having a crisis.

—-

Isla: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Emerson: It's Emerson.

Isla: What did they do this time?

Emerson: No, it's me, Isla. It's actually me.

Isla: What did you do this time?

—-

Bella: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

—

Aiden: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? 

 Isla: For the dogs.  

Aiden: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs? 

Isla:They don't know how.

—

Aiden: They couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.

Isla: That's not true! I found my way out of a paper bag yesterday

—-

Isla: So you’re dating Emerson?

Bella: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.

Isla: That’s literally a wedding ring

___

Lillian: Just think about this! I’m your hottest friend.

Lillian: No, that’s Aiden … I’m your nicest friend.

Lillian: No, Isla... I’m your friend!

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Emerson, holding up their class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”.

Emerson, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?

___

Aiden : I'm cold.

Bella: Here, take my hoodie.

*meanwhile*

Isla: I'm cold.

Emerson: I can't control the weather, Isla.

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Emerson, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Isla, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Bella, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Lillian, appalled: Call the exorcist.

___

Isla: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Lillian: Apparently, we're not

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Aiden : *is hugging Bella*

Isla: Hey! It's my turn to hug Bella!

Isla: *grabs Bella*

Lillian: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot!

Aiden : No, It's still my turn!

Bella: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly!

Isla: But we need the moral support!

Aiden : And you're small! Which is cute!

Lillian: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning.

Bella: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

___

Isla: Can I borrow five dollars?

Emerson: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back?

Isla: Of course.

Isla: Not directly, but with my love and affection.

Emerson: So that’s a no.

___

Emerson: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Dylan: The dishes.

Emerson: Wh-

Dylan: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

(Lmao)

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Isla: Do you have a self-care routine?

Aiden : "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

____

Dylan, on the phone: Where are you?

Emerson: I told you, I’m at work

Dylan: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again?

*skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background*

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Aiden : Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Aiden : One... two... three.

Emerson: ...

Aiden : ...

Aiden : See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

___

Lillian: Truth or dare?

Bella: Truth.

Lillian: How many hours have you slept this week?

Bella:

Bella: Dare.

Lillian: Go to sleep.

Bella: I don't like this game.

[possumteeths]

So like when I was in junior year i was on this school trip for a competition that the entire team had to thank me for even qualifying us. Anyways the teacher who for some reason had personal beef with me and just went out of his way to bully me, he told everyone ok ur not allowed to eat at anywhere that we have on the island.

Me, with dietary restrictions for literal health reasons of which he knew about assumed that like as long as I tried my best i’d be fine.

Proceed to read the dumbest injustice that ever happened to me in highschool. Its so insane its funny I promise.

So like day one after the first day of the competition we’re released into a food court and told that we cannot go anywhere else in the mall. Only the food court. So legitimately the only possible thing I could eat there was tacobell. And anyways the teacher lets me purchase the food, lets me get to the table, waits for everyone else to come back and then he stands up to proceed to SCREAM at me. Like full mad saying I am disrespecting him by disrespecting his rules and that is dangerous because that means I’ll break all other rules.

He threatened to send me home….? Like hello?? Imagine pissing urself over tacobell. So like I legit hid my sad ass burrito in my bag because i was worried he was gonna make me toss it.

Later that night in the hotel the other girls and I conspired to order pizza and pick it up in the lobby. We ordered pizza and were like so far getting away with our crime. But!!! Later like at midnight the teacher fucking opens our room unannounced with no warning like wtf what if someone was idk naked or something but anyways he sees the pizza box and he makes a big show of crumpling it with his shoes and fucking gets in my face while im literally in bed to tell me im on thin ice and i was all mad so i took the full blame and said yeah i ate that entire pizza wtf are u gonna do? make me go throw it up?

So END of the competition (i was the ONLY person to take home 3 awards, one other kid got an honorable mention but I in single challenges got fuckin 3, the team itself as a group got nothing.) we were gonna go to like a six flags rip off. I already knew there was pretty much gonna be nothing i could eat there so I packed like a buncha granola bars in my bag. The park had pretty clear on their website that any food of any kind is allowed in. This was also reinforced by one of the other children watchers who told us all that food is ok.

So at the fucking place in the van, mr asshole turns and stares me dead in the eyes for like 30 whole seconds and says all fuckin dangerously. “Dump ur bag” and im like wtf? and hes like “Empty your bag RIGHT NOW.”

So i literally dump it upside down and shake it, and he like picks up a granola bar and is like are you TRYING to be insufferable??? do you WANT to get us kicked out of the park? (The other lady isnt in this van) And like other kids are defending me saying that the other teacher said its ok or saying like she probably cant eat anything in the park. Mr asshole, takes like a handful of the contents of my purse and stomps to a garbage can and throws literally everything away. I had to go and like pick out lip balm and a necklace I had in there.

And guess fucking what. Other kids had food in their bags. The park checks your bag and any food that other people had was NOT thrown away or even mentioned. Mr asshole said NOTHING to me like no sorry no nothing.

So! Guess what! There WAS nothing I could eat!!! At the place!!! Like I guess chips and frenchfries but like I legit dont eat that..? Nor did I wanna spend like $16 for frenchfries. I hadnt eaten breakfast because we went back to the same food court, I hadnt had dinner last night because the team went out and I was to stay in the hotel as a punishment. I got EXTREMELY light headed, and had to go to the places like idk medical area. Mr asshole had to come with me.

He immediately was telling the person giving me water and an icepack and shit that i’m stubborn and difficult and this is all my fault. The person asks me like whens the last time ive eaten, and I say like yesterday morning and the person offers me a voucher for park food and!!! !!! and!!!!! A fucking granola bar!!!!! Like I wouldve had if this fuckin dickhole hadnt thrown mine away!!!

For the rest of the day I wasnt allowed to ride any rides I just had to sit and wait for everyone. I literally have never gotten over being mad about this. I hope this man dies. I hope he gets literally flattened by a big truck like in a cartoon.

Even worse, he took my awards from me and put it under his desk in the team’s like workroom and said I didnt deserve them because of my poor attitude and everything I pulled during the trip. I had to convince another teacher to go get them for me! And even then he like took the ribbons off my awards and who knows what he did with em.

[worldismyne]

The Longest Sleepover Ch 10

Summary: The first year of school did not go as planned for Harv and he’s never felt more alone. That is, until a loud kid from the saga studies course decides they’re best friends now.

(Year 1 AU, Harv deals with homophobia, Finn is oblivious.)

Series: Warrior U

Pairing: HarvFinn

Rating: T

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Harv woke up early that morning and left Finn curled up in his burrito of blankets. He needed time apart from Finn to sort out and bury his feelings. He ate his breakfast in silence, the morning sun casting the kitchen in a bleak grey light. He shouldn't wish for things just because they'd be convenient for himself, especially if it put his hosts in an awkward position. After he finished his meal, he stared at his empty plate like a man who'd committed someone to the grave. The occasional caw of a crow was hardly a comfort as he forced his heavy limbs to add the dishes to the pile in the sink.

"What's gotten into you?" Harv jumped at the sound of the witch's voice.

"Is there anything that needs to be done today?" Harv asked. "I'd like to get it done before Finn wakes up."

"See, now that's more like it!" Leenan collected her morning coffee. "I was starting to think you weren't really serious about the job." Harv's shoulders sagged a bit, still too tired to put on joyful airs. "There's a few potion ingredients I'm short on at the moment. Some of them can be picked from the garden, but one of them is... free range." She eyed the warrior's long hair suspiciously. "How flammable are you?"

-

Finn came downstairs after waking up to a cold bed and an empty room. It shouldn't have been so bothersome, after all he had spent most of his life waking up this way, but it was unsettling none the less. Harv had promised to wake him the next time he slept in, and yet here he was eating breakfast at mid-morning by himself. His mother, already dressed for the day, assured him nothing was wrong.

"Sweetheart, you can't expect him to be attached at your side every waking moment." Leenan chided.

"Why not?" Finn prodded his half-finished brioche. "It's not like he has anything better to do. Besides, he's still my guest. The whole point of him coming here was to spend time with each other." Leenan had always known her son craved other's approval more than she did. It was a phase every child went through. What concerned her was how quickly Finn was trying to rewrite the nature of his friendship with Harv. He usually only resorted to storytelling when something was bothering him. She took a seat across the table from him.

"It'd be a little difficult for him to find other things to do if you kept him busy, wouldn't it?" Leenan asked. Finn gritted his teeth and sloppily heaped a knife full of marmalade onto his bread.

"I'm not 'keeping him busy', I'm hanging out with my friend." He slammed the knife down. "Is it really so hard to believe that I finally have a real best friend that likes me? Best friends do things together all the time."

"...Not all the time dear." Leenan said.

"How would you know?" Finn dumped his scraps in the waste bin, his appetite lost. "You've never had a best friend."

"Finnegan!" Leenan stood up from the table. "You keep taking that tone with me, and you won't get to play with your friend at all today." She was only trying to help him, but the look he gave her was borderline scathing.

"You can't do that." Finn lingered in the doorway; his mother unwavering. "What we do is nobody else's business; not Beatus, or his dad and certainly not you. I thought you wanted me to be happy." Her expression softened a bit, even in the face of Finn's defensiveness. Others had tried to intervene already; he just didn't want to listen.

"I do want you to be happy."

"Then why is it so bizarre that I am?" Finn snapped back.

"I just don't think it's a good idea to pin all your happiness on one person." She said. The tension eased from his body, now feeling less attacked. It was still frustrating to hear over and over that people were worried about him when there should be nothing to worry about. "I don't like seeing you this anxious. Your friend should be able to run errands without you acting like he's abandoned you."

"I'm not-" Finn bit his lip. "It's not like that... I know I... I am anxious. It's just... I can count on one hand all the times I've seen him smile. It doesn't seem fair." Especially when he was saying things like Finn liked him more than he liked himself. He couldn't just force Harv to like him the way he did either, no matter how hard he'd tried. Knowing Harv had a tendency to try and run from his problems wasn't helping Finn feel more secure either. The best he could do was talk himself out of these anxious thought cycles. "I know he'll come back; I just wish I knew where he went."

"He just went outside." His mother sighed. "Maybe, instead of snapping at your poor mother, you could try asking."

"Sorry." Finn said. His mother hugged him, running her fingers through his hair, still a mess from sleep.

"And I don't think your friend would appreciate you assuming he's unhappy here." Finn nodded into her shoulder. It was hard for him to put into words in a way people would understand. It's not that he thought Harv hated being around him. He just wished Harv was as happy as he was when he was around. "Not everyone shouts joy from the rooftops like you do." It would just be easier if the people around him would stop saying that joy might go away.

He pulled away from his mother with a puzzled expression. Something was clucking outside, and the sound was getting closer. He cautiously entered the front room just as Harv opened the front door.

"Bwkaw!" A bright orange bird climbed from Harv's shoulder to his head. It danced on the top of his skull in a happy circle before settling for a good sit. The furs around Harv's shoulder were a little singed, but otherwise he seemed intact. A smoking beak started to comb through Harv's locs, looking for a good place to start cleaning.

"Hey now, what did I say about the grooming?" Harv said. He gently pushed the bird's head away from hair, only to be outmaneuvered again.

"...mother..." Finn said, catching Leenan the moment she set foot outside the room. "You neglected to mention he was running errands for you."

"Why should that matter?" Leenan shot back sheepishly. "Besides, it's for you too, you know we're almost out of Phoenix feathers. Now just wait right there, I'll get the tweezers." Harv had offered Finn a passing greeting, but otherwise had his handful trying to keep the affectionate bird from nesting on his head.

"Harvey, you didn't need to bring back the whole bird." Finn sighed.

"But it's so sweet, I didn't want to hurt it." Harv said. The dopey thing puffed up its chest with pride as its head flopped backwards against its own back. Thin waves of heat radiated off its feathers, as if a bird could blush.

"Get that thing off your head before you hurt yourself." Finn crossed the room, ideally looking for something to keep the fire bird at a safe distance.

"But it's harm-" The minute Finn made eye contact with the Phoenix he was engulfed in flames. Harv's hand shot up, closing the little beak barehanded. Finn coughed out a puff of smoke, his clothes ashed over and his bangs singed. "...less."

"To you, maybe," Finn dusted off his clothes with disgust, "but not us. And certainly not the furniture." He gasped, rushing to douse a small flaming throw pillow with leftover wine from the night before. He then had to smother the flame on the tile floor. The phoenix looked down on him smugly. "He's doing it on purpose."

"It's a she I think." Harv looked up at the preening bird.

"Even worse."

"Finn..." Harv couldn't help but be amused, even though Finn's face was pinched into a tight scowl. "Are you jealous of a bird?"

"NO!" Finn hurriedly tidied the mess the mystical creature made, his face flushed from embarrassment and the sting of a close flame. It shot off tiny flames when it laughed. If birds could laugh. "I'm not jealous, I just think wild animals should be outside!" Harv couldn't help but find the way Finn huffed afterward cute, even if the bard smelled of burnt lavender. "It's already set a couch on fire." A quick bite of the Phoenix's toes shook him out of his thoughts.

"Where's your mom?" Harv started wandering toward the study.

"Oh no you don't." Finn grabbed Harv's sleeve. "One spark and half of mother's work could explode." Again the bird tried to smother him in flames. "Take it outside!"

"Okay." Harv grabbed the bird by her chubby body and walked out as Finn held the door open. "Come on, we'll wait in the garden." Two sapphire eyes glinted at Finn over Harv's shoulder with pride.

-

Hours later, Harv was still getting caught up with chores. Finn had collected some biscuits and tea, ready to enjoy his gawking from the garden, but an orange speedbump was keeping him from setting foot outside.

"It's still out there." Finn grumbled as he leered out the kitchen window. The tailless Phoenix would follow Harv around like a little duck, but was always quick to rush to the back porch if Finn so much touched the handle. "Evil little thing."

"I think it's quite handy." Leenan laughed as she stole a biscuit from Finn's tray. "Imagine how much easier it'll be having one in our front yard instead of hunting it down every year?"

"Mother, don't even joke about that." Finn said. "Think of your roses."

"My roses will be fine." Leenan shook her head. "You can see him cleaning out the shed just fine from the window." Finn let out an aggravated sigh. "It's not like you were planning to help him." Finn mumbled a few incoherent complaints. His tea had gone cold, and Harv had barely talked to him all day. It was his first time wearing his new clothes too, and all Finn could catch were glimpses through the dirty glass.

"I'm going to try the north balcony." Finn picked up his tray and marched out the kitchen, much to his mother's growing concern. She had no problem setting up wards to keep magical pests out, not that her son had seriously tried asking for one. Rather he seemed quite focused on getting the best view of, in her opinion, just some guy doing ordinary things. Finn, who'd complain any time she kept the crystal ball focused on a rival garden for too long because it was 'too boring'. While she had her suspicions as to the cause of her son's change in behavior, she couldn't fathom why. At this point, she was a little afraid to ask.

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It had been difficult for the bards to find rehearsal space. While all three had played for a live audience before, few people liked hearing the same half-finished songs ad nauseam. Shad and Beatus's hostel room was too cramped, and Finn detested playing outside if he could help it. If Harv was watching, he wanted everything to be perfect, even if it was the first time the three had played together in months.

Finn had reluctantly pointed them in the direction to his mother's shed. It was far enough from grass for Finn to feel comfortable with leaving his harp oil out and far enough from the house to avoid any magical artifacts. Mother's things had a habit of ending up in the wrong hands when visitors were left unattended. Harv's doe-eyed Phoenix had thankfully given up for the evening, waddling back to her nest with a heavy heart, and allowing Finn to finally go into his own backyard again.

The interior of the shed was dusty with plenty of standing room. Chairs from the patio had been cleaned off and brought in for them to use along with some dated linens. Sunlight fought through years of dirt to illuminate the wooden interior. With more time, they could have set up lights or some kind of drapery, but Shad hadn't given them prior notice their original space wouldn't work out.

They still couldn't agree on a name, and Finn was the first to propose playing first and worrying about the name at a later date. The group stumbled through Shad's first choice for a song. Each sour note causing Finn to glance up nervously at their audience of one. It wasn't like he never played for someone before. He'd done plenty of concerts for the palace in the past, but he'd never played this badly in front of someone before. Shad was off rhythm and he suspected Beatus was putting minimal effort as a form of protest over the song choice. He always hated playing anything with lyrics.

"Man, you're really off today Finn." Shad shook his head.

"Can we just play it through once today." Finn shifted uncomfortably at the feeling of blue eyes on his back. "We can worry about everyone's notes at a later date."

"I wouldn't be a very good friend if I let you keep playing badly." Shad said with a wry smile. The blond flushed, fists clenched tight around the frame of his harp. They were all accomplished musicians, anything they played together casually would sound fine. Not perfect, but fine. "What's the rush?" The rush was sitting five feet away from them, picking at his nails because they couldn't get four bars in without stopping. Finn would sooner eat his belt than admit that in front of everyone.

"I have to sleep sometime." Beatus said. "We all do." Finn thanked his lucky stars that for once Beatus was being a pain in his favor, rather than against. Shad shrugged, washing his hands of the other's performance and promised to hold his tongue until the end.

Finn started them off with a few plucky notes, finding the beat set by the drums. He let muscle memory take over, glancing up to catch Harv's full attention. While the warrior was tired, he offered a shy smile, only to cover it up with his hand. He couldn't mask the crescent creases above his cheekbones, and then Finn heard the bum note he played from getting distracted. Shad clicked his tongue, but said nothing. Finn spent the rest of the song struggling to fall back into the music with flushed cheeks.

Once the group started playing, Harv could relax a little, knowing that it was more appropriate for him to watch them when they were actively performing. Watching people perform was a perfectly normal thing to do. No one would blame him for watching the member he knew the best out of the group the most. It just so happened that Finn made the most interesting faces while he played and had taken his gloves off for once, all things that anyone who knew him would notice. From what he could tell, things were proceeding exactly how most rehearsals go. The other bards acted like it was business as usual and Harv applauded himself on how perfectly normal he was being about watching his cute friend get frustrated over playing the wrong note.

[sportsbianism]

so what i did is first of all, last night, set a shitload of beans to soak. actually way more than i ended up needing, so i had to do algebra later to get the macros lol. then this morning, i drained all the water out, put them back in the pot, covered with water, and set them to simmer. while they were simmering i chopped up a big white onion.

they simmered for about half an hour before they were nice and mushy like i wanted. then i took them out and put them (with the bean water!!! Don't dump that out) in a big bowl.

back to my big bean pot, i put in some oil, in my case i decided to go with about 40 grams of peanut oil. i just bought a kitchen scale from the bargain store so im getting all fancy 🤪 then i added in my onions, some minced/pressed garlic, salt, and half a packet of taco seasoning. taco seasoning was sort of cheap and lazy of me. you could be more legit than me and use like. fresh chilis etc. but i didn't. once those things looked nice and toasty, i added all my beans back in and mushed the crap outta them w my masher. u could also use an immersion blender for this but i didn't bc i don't have any money.

while still periodically stirring my bean mush, i put my cast iron pan on the stove as well. i put in some stirred 96% lean ground beef (idk what the official term for this is, but i personally like to stir and mush my ground beef up before i cook it. stir in one direction so it's all smooth and yummy. but that's extra as fuck and you don't really need to do that. u can just dump straight in and mush). on top of that i put some salt and the other half of my taco seasoning packet. i also ended up adding a little bit of water idk it just felt right.

once all shit was cooked to my liking, i took it off the stove and onto my little mini folding tables which i use to cook bc i have no counters. inside low carb tortillas from aldi, i put 90 grams of my beans, 15 grams of fat free mozzarella from walmart, 5 grams of shredded gouda from aldi (why gouda?????? idk it's what i had and i thought it would make a good melt) and 40 grams of my beef. wrapped it up normal burrito style.

once everything was all wrapped up, i did stick it in the oven for a quick minute to sort of solidify the shape to make wrapping them in plastic wrap easier. i learned that aldi plastic wrap is bad. i also ate one and it was super delicious.

made beef and bean burritos from scratch. so fucking good

[machine-gun-casie]

HEYY pls a headcanon of pete davidson reacting to someone flirting with you or some jealousy typo PLS

okay so i don't really do headcanons and my requests are closed butttt i have been in a rut recently and this just might be what i need so here you go my first headcanon type thing:

p.s. this turned into more of a blurb/one shot thing so sorry

i don't see pete being jealous just because of how he copes with jokes, so i see loads of self deprecating humor if his significant other was being flirted with

buttt i do see him getting defensive if its getting old like u said no to the same person a couple times or to too many people in one night then he would step up and make sure people know ur his

but with harmless flirting from strangers i cant see him caring much

which is why we're exploring both ideas here

okay so i imagine this happening at pete's job, so snl

maybe not saturday night itself, but during the week

you're on the way to pete's office with some lunch from your favorite restaurant and you bump into none other than....

we're gonna say it's jack harlow just cuz of tiktok's latest obsession with him but u can imagine anyone else

and at first ur confused until it clicks, this is the musical guest

"Oh, hi!" You smile, "I didn't know you were the musical guest this week, that's awesome!" You had met him once at a party or studio in l.a. and he had talked about snl being a dream appearance for him, as it was for many artists.

"Yeah yeah it is, thank you." He smirked and ducked his head bashfully. "Pleasant surprise seeing you. Maybe more than pleasant. What are you doing here, anyways?”

“Having lunch.”

“I thought you worked in L.A."

"I freelance, actually. So the world is my office." You used your free hand to gesture briefly around you, cheesy as it was, but hey he laughed. You lifted up the bag full of food your stomach was crying out for by this point, "You can join us, if you'd like?" Offering was the nice thing to do you supposed, and as far as you knew he was friends with your boyfriend.

"Us?” He asked.

“Yeah, me and Pete.”

“Oh.” He paused. “Nah, that's alright." He shook his head. "I didn't know you and Pete were..." He trailed off.

"Were what?" You asked, not defensively just confused.

"Never mind." He shook it off and sent you what you would describe as an attempted smoulder but he seemed to drop it pretty fast. "See you around?"

"Uh, yeah." You smiled and waved as he walked away.

You walked a few doors down and into Pete's office and saw your boyfriend in the bean bag nearest to the door. i.e., he probably heard everything that was just said. “Hey, I got lunch.” You announced and plopped down on the floor next to pete.

“Thank you, m’lady.” Pete smiled and accepted the greasy bag from you. As he started sorting through the take away containers, he started giggling to himself. “I heard you inviting Jack to eat with us.”

“Yeah, I got two burritos for me so I could've given him one. but he said no.” You shrugged indifferently and took the container Pete extended to you. “Maybe he already ate.”

“He probably just didn’t think I would be involved.”

“Huh?”

“Dude.” He raised his eyebrows at you in a ‘come on, you’ve got to be kidding me’ way. “He was totally flirting with you.”

“What?” You balked. “Oh my god, was he?”

“He totally was.” Pete nodded. “He laughed at your freelance joke, no one likes that joke but me.”

“Oooh, that’s exciting.” You giggled and Pete rolled his eyes with a smile. “But he knows me through you, how did he- wait he did say that weird thing. ‘didn’t know you and Pete were-”

“Still together.” Pete interrupted you. “He was gonna say that he didn’t know we were still together.”

“But why would I be in 30 Rock?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Where snl is? Like, has he not seen you this week?”

“No, he has. We’ve got a couple sketches together, actually.”

“A couple?” You grinned and made eye contact with Pete, who was also smiling. “How many?”

“Three, so far.”

“Three?!” You squealed. “Look at you, my boy taking over snl!”

“Stopp, you’re acting like my mom.” He smiled and tried to brush it off, but you knew he was just as excited as you. “Hey, maybe he thought you would cheat?”

“Who?”

“Jack.” The sudden change of topic made you furrow your eyebrows until they shot up in realization.

“Ohhh! Maybe he did!” You gasped. “Damn, am I that hot?”

“You definitely are.” Pete said without hesitation.

“Maybe he's got a cheating kink.”

“Oh yeah, that too.” Pete nodded. “But you’re also definitely that hot.”

“You've gotta say that cuz you’re my boyfriend.” You said, though you couldn’t help but smile.

“Sweetheart,” he said bluntly, staten island accent coming in strong, “I wouldn’t be your boyfriend if I didn’t think you were hot, so no I don't gotta say shit.”

“Well, you ain't too bad yourself, hot stuff. Tall sick lookin’ guys are just my type.” You leaned forward and puckered your lips for a kiss, which Pete delivered.

“Timothée Chalamet is coming next week I think, so be prepared to be swept off your feet.”

“Oh, shut up.”

after that first interaction, you start seeing jack a lot more throughout the week

you’re not at 30 rock all day of course

but for the little time you are there, you bump into jack more and more

he invited you to lunch alone twice, you refused both times

he kept trying to lead you through hallways with his hand on your back

all the hallways were empty

he seemed to behave himself around pete tho, which was a nice reprieve

until the day

saturday

you were in pete office for a bit before moving to the crowd, so he hadn’t managed to catch you before the show

but after

the wrap party

apparently all he needed was a couple drinks

You were sitting at the bar waiting for Pete when you saw Jack coming your way. You had noticed him drinking throughout the night, and no matter the guy’s tolerance he must have been drunk by now.

“y/n!” He called out loudly before sitting down next to you. “How! are you?”

“I'm doing great, how are you?” You smiled and leaned away from him a bit. The guy wasn’t a creep, if anything he was incredibly nice. But you knew his intentions. So you weren’t going to be rude. And it’s not like this was happening behind Pete’s back, so you weren’t worried. He was just a friend who wanted to sleep with you apparently. A friend you would probably never see again after tonight, possibly only in passing.

“Let me tell you that you look absolutely stunning tonight.” He slurred his words and draped himself against his section of the bar.

“You’re drunk.”

“Am not!”

“You very much are.” You smiled. “But you did great out there! One for the books! You should be proud.”

“I am proud!” He smiled a little smugly, before he turned serious. “But we gotta talk some business.”

“We do?” You raised your brows in amusement, seeing where this was headed. But you could see Pete wrapping up his conversation across the room and you knew you were safe.

“Yeah, let’s be real.” He lifted his head to face you head on, eye contact surprisingly on point considering how drunk he was. “I wanna fuck you.”

“Oh my god, Jack.” You gasped, in shock from how blunt this man was being.

“C’mon y/n, I doubt Pete would even notice.” He whined, kind of like a kid begging the babysitter for another cookie behind mom’s back. “Besides, someone told me y’all were in an open relationship.”

“Who told you that?”

“I don't know, somebody.” He brushed it off, knowing he couldn’t go along with that lie for too long. “What is it? Am I not attractive to you?”

“You’re okay.” You shrugged, finding this all incredibly hilarious.

“Then come back to my hotel with me.”

“Buddy, you’re starting to sound desperate.” You chuckled as you watched Pete come over to the bar.

Gently moving away to face Pete as he approached, you let out your first genuine smile of the night as you hadn’t been able to see Pete much today.

“Gorgeous as ever.” Pete smiled once he was in ear shot.

“You like?” You asked, striking your best pose while seated. 

“I love.”

“Wore this one for you.”

“How’d I get so lucky?” Pete said as he closed in on you, pressing his lips firmly against yours more heatedly than he usually would in public. 

“Down, boy.” You chuckled against his lips.

“Come on, just a little?” He pleaded, still not willing to pull away.

You rolled your eyes but nodded nonetheless.

He reached down and grabbed you by the waist with both hands and hoisted you up onto the bar. “Pete!” You squealed, grabbing his arms to steady yourself.

“I've got you.” He mumbled and leaned back into you, kissing you in a borderline obscene way. One of his hands stayed on your waist while the other went to cup your jaw, almost hiding you from Jack’s view.

“Great show tonight, Pete.” Jack said as he got out of his seat. “I'll see you around.”

“What?” Pete pulled away from you with a faux confused expression. “Oh uh yeah, see you around pal.” Pete turned back to you with the biggest grin.

“Get me off the bar Pete, before the bartender kicks me out.”

“Vicky’s my pal, they’re okay with it.” He nodded towards the bartender who sent the two of a wink.

“Fine.” You conceded, your concerned frown turning into a smirk. “I didn't know you were the jealous type, Petey.”

“He was begging you to go home with him, y/n.” He said matter-of-factly.

“And I wasn't going to.”

“I know that!” He scoffed. “But he’s gotta know that you’re spoken for.”

“Spoken for? Are we courting, good sir?” You chuckled.

“Come on, you know what I mean.”

“I do, hun.” You nodded seriously and sobered up your demeanor a little. “He was undermining you and our relationship by constantly hitting on me no matter how clear I made it that I was with you. I'm just teasing. I don't even know how I would react if it was the other way round.”

“Would you throw hands for me?” Pete chuckled.

“I might.” You laughed. “You’re spoken for.”

“Damn right I am.”

[gubler-me-up]

Unsung Heroes

Request: Hi! I just found your account and I am in LOVE. I know this is a sort of very specific ask, but could you write Spencer Reid dating a masculine/trans masculine person? I think it would be really cool so yeah lol thank u in advance 🥺🥺💖💖 (ur literally so damn talented)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, anon! Sorry it took a long time to get to but I’m glad I’m getting it out before the end of the year. This is my first masc trans reader fic out of two in my requests, so I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if there is anything I can improve on or anything you would like to see in my next masc trans spencer reid fic that I didn’t portray well here. I did a bit of research to make sure my portrayal was accurate but I am always open to improving my work especially so readers feel comfortable and represented while reading. Hope you enjoy and happy reading! 💕

Couple: Spencer Reid/Masc trans!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: None just pure ~fluff~

Word count: 2.5k

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You threw on your favourite flannel to complete your outfit. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time to fix your hair properly before Spencer arrived. He might not be a fan of styling his hair but making sure your hair was to your liking was your thing. Especially after getting a fresh cut it was important to you that you made the best of it before your hair started to grow back.

You then quickly checked your beard to see if there were any noticeable razor bumps. You didn’t see any visible ones but the ones below the surface were always the dangerous ones. You ran your hand over your beard to feel for any up and coming bumps. You stopped your finger over a spot that felt tender to the touch.

“Ah, you already feel as if you’re going to be a pain,” you mumbled to yourself.

You heard soft knocks on your door before you could continue your battle with your soon to be razor bump. You grabbed your wallet and keys off of your dresser before leaving your bedroom to answer the door. You opened the door to see Spencer standing in front of you with his hands gripped on his satchel strap and an excited smile plastered on his face.

He gently lifted his satchel to bring your attention to it. You chuckled as you saw how full it looked. You looked at him with a quizzical expression as he started to laugh himself.

“I thought we could read some light literature as we indulge in these breakfast burritos you’re so excited about,” he said.

“I haven’t read a good book in a while let alone encyclopedias,” you chuckled.

“They’re not all encyclopedia’s. Just one,” he said.

You laughed as you closed the door behind you. You didn’t believe him one bit about only having one encyclopedia in his satchel but you weren’t going to overly tease him about it. You were more interested in him trying a breakfast burrito for the first time.

You originally didn’t get the hype over breakfast burritos for a while until you were running late to work one morning and saw a food truck nearby. They convinced you to try their breakfast burrito and you’ve been loyal to them ever since. You knew Spencer was more of a coffee and go person but you thought he might enjoy trying something new.

“We’ll find out the truth after we get something to eat,” you said.

Spencer smiled and nodded as he loosened his grip on his satchel strap. He let his hand loosely fall to his sides. You smirked as you reached your hand out to him and he immediately grabbed it. To say he was forever touched starved was an understatement.

You were glad you could give him something he didn’t already have plenty of in his life. Touching books and case files all day definitely couldn’t give him the physical touch he deeply desired. You were happy every day for the past six months you could be the one to embrace him in any amount of touch. Bonus points for him always smelling good as well.

Spencer pressed the button for the elevator. “Are these breakfast burritos really as good as you say they are?”

“You’re doubting me now?” You asked.

“No, I would never do that. I’m just saying we sometimes have different tastes in things,” he said.

“Oh? What kind of things?” You asked.

“Well, you prefer listening to more contemporary artists while I’m more into classical,” he said.

“Musical taste is whatever though. I can get down to Mozart any day,” you chuckled.

He laughed. “Well, you take your coffee with oat milk and three brown sugars. I take mine black with a little sugar.”

“If you think half the sugar canister is a little sugar then I don’t wanna know what you consider a lot of sugar.”

You both laughed as the elevator doors opened. You both stepped into it and you pressed the lobby floor. You looked at him with a smirk before grabbing his chin. He smiled at your touch as he looked lovingly into your eyes.

“What?” He asked.

“I think there’s one thing we can both agree we have good taste in,” you said.

You leaned in and kissed Spencer on the lips which you knew he longed for. He didn’t hesitate to embrace you fully into his mouth. You don’t think you’ve ever kissed a guy with softer lips than him. He latched his hands onto your face and started to stroke his thumb against your beard. It ran over the growing razor bump but you didn’t mind if he touched it.

You parted your lips from him before you changed your mind and opted to spend the day with him in your apartment. He chuckled and didn’t move his hands away from your face. It didn’t seem as if the good doctor was quite finished with you.

“You want another taste?” You joked.

He nodded. You obliged and leaned in to kiss him again. You could have him for breakfast all day every day. Since breakfast was taken up by a breakfast burrito with your names on it, you guessed you could have him for lunch instead.

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You and Spencer had found a rock to sit on near the lake. The park was quite full for a Sunday morning but with such nice weather you couldn’t blame people for wanting to be out and about so early. You watched Spencer carefully as he took his time eating his breakfast burrito. You couldn’t quite tell if he liked it or not based on his blank stare into the water as he ate.

“How do you like it?” You asked.

He quickly snapped out of his long gaze into the water. He looked over at you and smiled but it couldn’t fool you. You knew something was running around that big brain of his and you wanted to know what.

“I like it. It’s definitely an interesting concept,” he said as he took another small bite.

“Spence, what’s wrong?” You asked.

He shook his head in response to you as he finished chewing. You gave him a second to finish whatever was left in his mouth before he started talking. He let out a drawn-out sigh before licking his lips.

“I was going over case files this week and went over this one from a few years ago. This little boy’s family was murdered  and he was the only survivor. Found out he left his aunt and uncle’s house to go into foster care. Apparently, he’s been having a hard time no matter where he goes,” he said.

“Well, from being a human I can tell you family sucks but from working in social work I can tell you the foster care system sucks. It’s hard to look at some of these cases and talk to these children having a hard time for sure,” you said.

“I just don’t feel as if I’m making a difference,” he confessed.

You shook your head in protest. If anyone was making a difference it was Dr. Spencer Reid. You knew how doubtful he could be of his capabilities sometimes but you knew he just needed a little reminder here and there.

“Are you kidding? You’re out here risking your life to catch serial killers every day and you don’t think you’re making a difference?” You asked.

“But it just stops there. The lives ruined never get fixed. The survivors never know a sense of peace. I just help solve cases and then move onto the next thing,” he said.

“You don’t have to deal with the social work or therapy side of these cases because there are people who take that area over for you. You do enough, Spence,” you said.

“And you do the most, Y/N. You’re so good at social work and when you’re not doing that you’re dedicating your time volunteering for homeless youths,” he said.

“It’s easy to volunteer though. Anyone can do it,” you said.

“And here I am not doing that.”

Spencer stared back into the depths of the water as he took another bite from his breakfast burrito. A bigger bite this time. You were honestly impressed. He probably took a bigger bite so he had more time to chew and less time to talk about his worries. A true genius.

You looked into the water yourself. The waves coming in reminded you of what one of your coworkers said to you once. You laughed to yourself which brought Spencer’s attention back to you.

“You know when I first told one of my coworkers I was transgender they asked if my transitioning period felt as if that one scene in Mulan where she looked at her reflection and knew she was supposed to reflect who she was inside and then decided to pretend to be a man to go into war on behalf of her father. I said not exactly and before I could explain to them why their analogy wasn’t really accurate, they hugged me and said they were proud I was able to reflect who I was inside on the outside,” you said.

“The lake reminded you of your coworker’s ignorance?” He questioned.

You chuckled. “No, it reminded me of that scene in Mulan and then that reminded me of my coworker’s ignorance. That being said though they did tell me how a lot of people they know are unsung heroes. I asked what they meant by that and they said unsung heroes are people who are trying their best but aren’t acknowledged or are overlooked by others or themselves.”

“Are you trying to say I’m a little harsh on myself?”

“Just a little.”

He looked back out into the lake again. You could see the wheels in his head turning as he thought about what you said. You continued to enjoy your breakfast sandwich as you let him ponder on your words. Usually it was the other way around and the words you were pondering were a bit more complex but you were nonetheless glad you could get him thinking.

By the time he looked at you, your burrito was nearly done. His whole time thinking he hadn’t taken another bite of his burrito. You didn’t know if you were happy he was about to talk to you about his insights or upset because he made a good breakfast burrito get cold.

“You don’t think I’m an unsung hero do you?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Of course not. I think you’re just a hero who wants to save the whole world at once but can barely finish a breakfast burrito.”

He chuckled. “This thing’s huge.”

“And so is the world but just like your bites, you have to solve issues within it in small nibbles,” you joked.

He laughed as he took another bite out of it. He tried to chew it with a smile on his face but you knew he hated the fact it was cold. You laughed at him as he swallowed the remains of his bite. He carefully wrapped his half-eaten burrito before looking at you with a wide smile. You were glad to see him smiling again and the doubt lifted from his face.

“I think you’re right,” he said.

“You think I’m right? Say that I’m right again and you might just have to hand over your Ph.D. to me,” you joked.

He chuckled. “Which one?”

You both laughed. When Spencer made a joke, it was definitely one for the books. However, when he made a good joke it was one for the history books. You believed the longer you two are together the better his humour could become.

“All jokes aside, I want to spend my free time volunteering with homeless youths with you,” he said.

You looked at him surprised but a smile soon appeared on your face. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He looked at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes of his filled with hope. You nodded your head.

“I would love for you to volunteer with me. I think the kids would love learning a thing or two from you,” you said.

“Teach?” You said.

“Yeah. Every Friday we teach youths a different arrangement of skills that will help them in life. It’s a great sight seeing them have hope in their eyes again. I first started with counselling transgender youths in the program and have branched out to other members of the LGBTQ2S+. I now help homeless youths who have been victims of physical abuse. It’s definitely hard stuff to hear but seeing their faces when they know they’re being helped through their problems is the biggest reward I could ever ask for.”

Throughout your whole speech you could see tears at the brim of Spencer’s eyes. He tried to wipe his eyes before any tears could fall out but you already knew you had touched his soft spot. He smiled brightly at you before letting out a soft chuckle.

“I hope they like physics,” he said.

You laughed. “Taught the Dr. Spencer Reid way, I think they will have a new appreciation of the science.”

You both broke out into laughter again. You broke the laughter by kissing him on the lips. You could never get over how happy he looked every time you kissed him.

“I love you, Spencer,” you said.

He grinned. “I love you too, Y/N.”

“How about we get you some real breakfast and head back to my place for lunch?” You said.

You stood up on the rock and placed your hand out for Spencer to use to get up. He gladly grabbed onto it as you hoisted him up. For someone with a Ph.D. in physics you would think that he would have a better sense of how to balance. It was just another cute quirk of his you loved.

“Some real breakfast?” He questioned.

“Yeah, your coffee with a “little” sugar,” you said.

“Ah, my real breakfast. So what’s going to be for lunch?” He asked.

You grabbed his hand to hold as you two walked through the park. You smirked at him as you looked him up and down. He blushed as he let you examine him from head to toe.

“Your encyclopedia’s of course,” you said.

“Wait, what? Why my encyclopedia’s?” He asked.

“Ah-ha, so there are more than one in your bag,” you said.

He sighed. “Was this your way of making me confess that you’re right again?”

“Yes.”

“So there’s no lunch?”

“You’re lunch.”

“Ah, I see you’re on a diet then.”

“You know what? I love that my humour’s rubbing off on you so well.”

“I think it’s a sign we belong in each other’s life for a long time to come.”

You laughed. “I’m not the romantic type but I have to agree.

“So how come I’ve told all my friends from work you’re the most romantic person I know?”

“Oh? I guess I’ll show you how romantic I can be during lunch.”

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[ghostiewriter]

TW ED

ok so this is definitely me projecting my own issues on shit but i saw the ask about summer and adhd and eating disorders and i was wondering if u could do a concept of her and dean around that topic🥺 no pressure though if it’s too dark or triggering

Okay I really don’t think I did this justice and I can only apologise for that. But for those suffering from an eating disorder, just know you are loved and I hope you find the help you need and deserve because you are incredible besties❤️

It wasn’t completely obvious at first.

No one blinked an eye when Summer said she had eaten earlier or that she was still full from before. No one questioned it because what reason did she have to lie? Especially for something like her meals?

Or maybe it wasn’t obvious at first because even Summer didn’t realise she was doing it. At least, not on purpose all the time.

Sometimes Summer just didn’t want to eat, she would rather just drown herself in fashion magazines and blogs until she could barely keep her eyes open and would end up passing out at her desk. Sometimes Summer just didn’t want to hurt their cook’s feelings when she saw what had been made and the mere thought of the rubbery texture of mushrooms or the crunch of celery made her skin crawl. But maybe sometimes Summer didn’t even realise it had been hours since she eat. Maybe sometimes Summer didn’t remember that it had been three days since she had a proper meal and the incessant snacking was the only thing keeping her going.

But Dean noticed it, and he kicked himself for not noticing earlier.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab burritos for me and Nick, you want one?” He asked, popping his head into the room. He found Summer lounging on her bed, feet swinging back and forth as she read something on her laptop.

“Hm,” She glanced away from her laptop and smiled. “Nah, I had a big breakfast.”

Dean frowned. “You had toast.”

“Not all of us are big muscular athletes, Dean.” Summer retorted with a small snort.

“Yeah, but you ate toast like seven hours ago.” He pointed out to her.

“I—” Summer paused, looking at the time on her laptop screen. “Oh…I could’ve sworn I had ate only an hour ago.” She murmured, almost like she forgot he was there.

“You sure?” Dean asked softly and Summer looked a bit taken back.

“What?”

Dean glanced down the hall before slipping into her room, closing the door behind and settling down beside her on the bed. She had to shuffle over to give him room.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” He started, suddenly wishing through his little time of research he had notes on…how you even bring up something like this. “I just care about you, you know that, right?”

Summer frowned, but nodded regardless. “Yeah, you’ve always been a bit of a worrier.”

Dean turned to her with a serious expression on his face. “Summer, are you…are you avoiding meals on purpose?”

Summer didn’t say anything.

“Summer…” His voice sounded pained.

“I…it’s just…” She could hear her heart thumping in her ears, distracting her from the words she was trying to say. “N-Not always…but…I…”

“Hey, shhhhh,” He quickly wrapped his arms around her, not even thinking twice before bringing her into a protective embrace. “I got you, don’t cry, please. I got you, Summer.”

They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither one saying anything or moving away. Summer taking the time to calm herself down, let her heartrate return to normal and her vision no longer be blurred by tears. Whilst Dean closed his eyes at the sound of her sobs, no sound having ever pained him so badly.

“Dean.” Her whispered voice finally broke the silence.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

He squeezed her tighter. “You know it’s not healthy, Summer.”

Her voice was so soft. “I know.”

“You’re not alone,” He told her, in a soft but firm voice. “You’re not alone. I’m here and mum and dad and Nick are here. We’re here for you.”

“I—” She took a deep breath. “Can we…I mean, can—”

“We don’t have to tell them,” He told her and felt her visibly relax in his arms. “Not right now, at least. But we will have to tell them eventually. Until then, I’m here for you. Whenever you need me, we are gonna fight this together, okay?”

“Okay.” There was a small pause before she continued. “I love you.”

He grinned, pressing a small kiss to the crown of her head. “I love you too.”

“I know.”

“Little shit.”

“Learned from my brother.”

“Nick is a little shit too, isn’t he?”

“Touché.”

[pinkja]

Shy (Ellie Williams x Female Reader)

Request:

elliexreader fic where reader has had a crush on ellie for the longest time and is rlly shy around her but eventually they become friends and its just a lot of pining HEHE u can decide where this will go but 💔 i just want shy and in love with ellie reader maybe also a little envious of dina reader thank you mwah

Tw cursing

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Oh god, why did Ellie have to be so damn cute? Those green eyes practically put you in a trance every time you made eye contact. Her red hair looked so soft and god you wanted to run your hand through it. The scar on her eyebrow made her look like such a badass and oh! Her tattoo, her fucking tattoo made you swoon.

To say you had a crush on the girl was kind of an understatement. It started ever since she had came to Jackson and it showed no sign of going away any time soon. It wasn’t like the crush was any type of problem to you, except for when it came to looking at Ellie and talking to Ellie, hell even standing near her.

You don’t think that anyone thought you had a crush on Ellie, just chalking your behavior up to you being your usual shy self. And while you thought that was the case at first, at least you could actually talk to other people, but when it came to Ellie you could barely squeak out a hi, before your nerves took over. It had gotten to the point where you had just started to avoid her. And now that you’re thinking about it, you felt that you were being quite rude.

You groaned, rubbing at the sides of your head.

Oh no, did Ellie think you hated her?

“No! Get yourself together, (y/n)! You have patrol in,” you looked at your alarm clock, “thirty minutes. You can do this!”

Maybe this patrol would be good for you. You could get out of Jackson and smell some fresh, summer air, and you could get your mind off of El–

No! You won’t even think her name. You would not let she-who-shall-not-be-named distract you from doing your job!

“Ok! You gotta get up, brush your teeth, and get ready for patrol dumb dumb!” You coaxed yourself. You rolled out of bed, a bad idea since you ended up hitting your shoulder on the dresser, but it’s fine! It gave you another distraction so you wouldn’t think of she-who-shall-not-be-named.

With a huff and a complaint of your not-so-bruised shoulder, you got up off the floor and walked to the bathroom to get ready. Once you had brushed your teeth and changed out of your nightclothes, you grabbed your bag and rifle from the door and left to the gates.

“Sucks that I don’t have much time to eat.” You started as the gates appeared in view. “Hopefully I don’t end up dragging my partner down with me, whoever they are.” You kept forgetting to ask Maria who your new partner was, but hopefully they weren’t too awful. I mean it couldn’t be that bad as long as it wasn’t–

You stopped in your tracks. Eyes wide, mouth agape. That voice, holy shit that voice sounded so familiar. But it can’t be who you thought it was, right?

“Please don’t be her, please don’t be her. Please, please, please.” You slowly started walking again, almost dragging your feet to avoid confirming your suspicion. When you had gotten close enough to see whoever was at the gate, you let out a small curse. It was Ellie and oh my goodness she looked so pretty today and FUCK you are doing it again.

Ok maybe if you turned around right now you can escape. Maybe you can fake an injury. Would that make you a horrible person? Were you really ready to go so far as hitting yourself in the knee to get out of seeing El–, I mean she-who-shall-not-be-named?

Oh god what were you thinking? You can’t just leave her alone. Who knows what she’ll run into out there and you’d feel so awful if she got hurt.

Ellie stood there looking relaxed for once. She was in a tank top and jeans and oh god was she laughing. It sounded so beautiful to you. She was leaning against the gate and her backpack was swinging in her hand. Next to her was Dina, who had her head cocked to the side, telling something to Ellie while making wild hand gestures.

You got along with Dina well. You thought she was pretty and she pushed you a lot to get out of your bubble. You don’t know why, but seeing her talk to your crush and make her laugh was…what was this feeling? Were you…jealous?

No, couldn’t be. All you wanted was to make Ellie smile like Dina did. And laugh like Dina did and you wished you could talk to her like Dina did.

Ok yeah, you may be jealous.

As you walked a bit closer, you could pick up on a bit of their conversation.

“Are you ever going to tell me who my new partner is? I’m kinda getting impatient.” Ellie started, looking up at the sky.

“Hmm. Nope.” Dina said cheekily.

“Then can you at least tell me why you requested a partner change? It was kind of sudden.”

Dina turned towards your direction and her eyes widened.

“Oh god, does she see me? Please don’t tell me she sees me!” You whispered to yourself.

“(Y/n), hi!” Oh fuck.

You waved shyly and held your head down a bit. When you finally got to them you gave Dina a hug and waved at she-who-still-shall-not-be-named.

“Hi, Dina. H-Hi, El…Ellie.” Fuck, you couldn’t even say her name right. “Are you guys going on patrol?” God dammit that was a stupid question. You heard that Ellie was getting a new partner so why in the hell would you ask that?

Well, maybe there was a chance that Ellie’s partner just didn’t come yet.

“Actually…” Dina moved behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “You and Ellie are going to be partners for today.” Wait what?

“D-Dina, huh?” You started to panic.

“Yeah, you see. I’ve actually comes down with something.” She started to fake cough as she pushed you towards Ellie. “And besides, it’ll help with your little problem.” She whispered in your ear. Your face turned red as a result. Dina stopped pushing you and quickly sped away. “Buh-bye you two! Have fun!”

Please don’t leave me here, Dina.

“What happened to your cold?” Ellie yelled back at her. Dina started to fake cough again. Once she was out of sight, you two stood in silence. Ellie tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped up with a squeak. You turned to her, your body stiff and face red hot. “Should we go?” Ellie offered, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Her hair was down and it was flowing in the wind. You could do nothing but nod as the gate opened. You kept silent as you started to walk foward. You walked a ways ahead before Ellis spoke again. “I think all we have to do is check for Infected and grab some supplies. Sound good?” You could only hum and nod.

Goddamit were you being rude again?

You peeked at Ellie, who was staring ahead, hopefully, oblivious to your turmoil. You wondered if she was angry at you. Could she be?

You two arrived at a tower and started climbing up the ladder. Ellie let you go first, and you could feel her eyes on you as you climbed.

Ellie let out a small whoo when she made it to the top, causing you to smile, but quickly turned away to hide it.

“You’re pretty good with a rifle, right?” The breaking of silence caused you to jump. You nodded meekly. How the hell did she know that about you? “Dina told me.” Ah that’s how. “You think you can handle this one? I haven’t been the best at shooting from afar.” Ellie rubbed the back of her neck.

You agreed, taking the rifle from behind your back. You aimed, looking through the scope to spot Infected. You found a few Runners and Clickers and shot them down in a few seconds. When you turned around, Ellie was leaning against the wall, staring at you. It caused you to blush and fidget under her stare. She then smiled at you. It startled you and you tried to smile back. You hoped it didn’t look weird.

“Good job!” Your heart fluttered at the compliment.

“Th-Thank you, El…” God you still couldn’t say her name right.

“El…I like that. It’s cute.” Oh god you are going to explode. You were snapped out of your thoughts as the loud growl of your stomach made your hunger known to the world.

Fuck, as if you couldn’t embarrass yourself more.

Ellie laughed. Oh my god, she laughed.

“Hungry?” Her voice held amusement.

“Mmhm. I didn’t get to eat this morning…” Was that just a full sentence? Did you just say a full sentence to Ellie Williams?

Ellie reached into her backpack and pulled out two burritos.

“I didn’t eat breakfast either. Guess great mind think alike, huh?” She handed you the burrito and kept her fingers over yours just a little bit longer.

“Th-Thanks.” You had managed to stutter out.

You sat next to her on the floor and ate together in silence.

Your eyes wandered towards Ellie’s right arm, where her tattoo was. You averted your eyes quickly.

I will not look. I will not look. I will not lo– You looked anyways.

Damn, you were memorized by it and boy oh boy did it only make you fall harder.

Ellie crumpled up the wrapper and tried to throw it in the bin in the corner. It bounced off the edge and Ellie cursed. “Boo.” She pouted like a child. “(Y/n), give me yours.” She ordered. You complied, chewing the last of your burrito to satisfy her needs. She tried again and made it this time. “Yes! I made it!” She turned back to you, a wide smile on her face. “Thanks! You’re my good luck charm!” She smirked at you and went to pick up her discarded wrapper to throw it away.

Good luck charm? Did she just call you her good luck charm? Your heart was soaring, oh god would you even have one after this? Dina must be enjoying this. Curse her and that stupid fake cough of hers.

“I, uh…” You struggled to form words.

“Let me write this down really quick.” She took out her journal. You were embarrassed to admit that you wanted to look in it sometime. “How many Infected were there?” She asked you.

“Three Runners and two Clickers.” You answered dutifully.

“Ok! That’s it for this tower. Let’s head to the next one.” Ellie walked over to the ladder. “After you.” You climbed down the ladder and waited for Ellie to come down with you. You two continued to walk in silence.

“(Y/n), can I ask you a question?” Ellie asked you. You said yes, hoping you can form a full sentence to answer her. “Do you hate me?” Oh my god she did think that you hated her. You felt like such a jerk.

“No! No, no I could never h-hate you, El…Ellie.” Quite the opposite, in fact.

Goddammit why didn’t you say that?

“Then why do you avoid me? You don’t even like to look at me.” Was Ellie…sad? No she must be angry at you. Oh that’s the last thing you would want.

“I-It’s because I…I um…fuck. I’m not really good with words…” You bit the inside of your cheek. “I’m just…shy. I-I’m sorry if I made you feel that I hated you I…I just think that you’re so pretty and I didn’t know how to deal with that so I avoided you.” You were rambling. God you were rambling and Ellie probably thought you were a freak. “I-I should stop talking now…” You looked away from Ellie and looked down at your feet.

Ellie stopped walking and grabbed your hand to prevent you from moving without her.

“(Y/n), listen. You don’t have to be ashamed of your feelings. I…you could talk to me.” Her voice was soft and her thumb rubbed circles on your hand. You continued to look down. Ellie lifted your chin to look you in your eyes. “I swear, I only wanna be closer to you. I hope you understand that.” She brought you closer. “Do you?”

“Mmhm.” Was all you could say. Ellie liked your answer.

“We’ll figure things out, ok? I won’t push you.” You smiled at her, grateful for her patience. “Come on, we still have three more towers to go to.” Ellie led you foward with determination. She never let go of your hand.

You would have to thank Dina when you got back.

[weasleypogues]

sober (j.b.r)

master list.

so i wanted to make a cute little thang to get this account really up and running so i hope u guys enjoy :) xx

you and your friends decided that having a kegger at the boneyard was the only way that you wanted to kick start your summer. it only seemed appropriate because it was a sunny day with little to no breeze and school had just let out for the summer. 

you went with kiara to pick up red solo cups while the guys went on their own path to pick up two kegs. today was a great day on the boat with your friends. you got breakfast, lunch, and dinner with them. you swam in the waves and surfed with them later on. 

for some reason though, you said to yourself that you weren’t in the mood to drink later on. you weren’t in an upset mood or anything and a part of you felt guilty that you weren’t going take part in the drinking. you just wanted to live in the moment with your friends and didn’t feel like forgetting parts of the night. fortunately, you didn’t need to be under the influence to hang out and have fun with your friends, unlike a lot of the kooks. 

after making a stop at kiara’s house so she could change, you made one last stop at your own to get on your cutest but most laid back party clothes. you had no one to impress. well...you kinda did. it’s confusing. you didn’t feel the need to dress up for your crush, john b. you figured if he didn’t like you in a regular pair of shorts and a t-shirt than maybe the crush wasn’t worth it. but that didn’t mean you didn’t pick out your cutest t-shirt and shortest shorts for the party. you still had to spice it up. 

after applying a small layer of mascara and highlighter, you packed a bag to sleep over john b’s house later and headed towards the boneyard with kiara. 

“ready to get completely shitfaced, ladies?” jj exclaimed raising his arms in greeting as you and kiara walked towards them near the shoreline. surprisingly, kiara decided tonight she would go a little harder than usual now that you were going to be sober.

“shitfaced? no, feel-good-buzzed-tipsy? hell yeah.” kiara giggled as she opened the bag of red solo cups stacked on top of each other. you took a seat on the large fallen branches next to john b.

“want me to get you a drink?” pope asked, facing you. you smiled at him and simply shook your head.

“not really feeling getting drunk. just feel like chilling, sitting back, and observing.” you answered as you fiddled with your bracelets. he gave you a quick smile and nod and proceeded to walk over to jj who was already done with one cup.

it wasn’t long until tourons and kooks joined the party after your usual pogues inhabited the party earlier. it was kinda funny how keggers worked. john b explained them as three-layer burritos. even though everyone has their own opposite lifestyles and such, there’s nothing like a kegger to gather underage kids to drink alcohol on a beach. 

“need any help?” you asked as you walked up to where john b was working the keg. he looked over to you for a quick second to put a face to the voice and smiled as he went back to work.

“not necessarily, but i could use some company.” he anwsered with a smile on his face. you smiled slightly to yourself as you just observed him while he was focused on filling up a cup for some random kooks. you watched the way his sunburnt skin looked perfectly tan, how his slight curls moved with the summer evening breeze, how even though pogues and kooks did not get along whatsoever he still gave each kook a slight smile even though from time to time he would mess with them when handing them a cup. he was overall a nice guy. that’s why you liked him. although he could easily hurt a fly, he wouldn’t think even think about doing it.

there would be little breaks he would get in between newcomers where you guys would hold a small conversation but usually got interuppted quickly. after a couple more tourons walked up to the party in their new outer banks apparel they got from a local shop on their vacation, john b was pretty free for the rest of the night. 

“pretty good turn out tonight if you ask me.” you said as you took an empty spot on a fallen tree in front of the fire. john b didn’t hesitate to follow you and take the empty seat next to yours. 

“i would say so. as long as no bad shit happens, we’re good.” he responded with a slight chuckle. you rolled your eyes and let out a laugh so quick, you knew something was bound to happen. whether it was your own friends or some tourons or kooks, there was never a simple and peaceful kegger in the history of boneyard parties. 

“look’s like we’re the only ones sober at this party.” john b stated as he gave you a slight nudge to make you look over at him. he had that gorgeous smile that gave you butterflies and you rolled your eyes playfully in response. “is there a reason you didn’t drink tonight?”

you shurgged while giving a content smile. “wasn’t really feeling the whole alcohol taste tonight but as long as i’m here, i’m happy.” you answered putting your elbows on your knees to get somewhat closer to the firepit. he nodded slowly and looked down and there was a few moments of silence between you two.

it seemed like an eternity till he lifted his head up. even though people were surrounding you every which way, it felt so quiet when he didn’t respond at all.

“can i tell you something?” john b asked, a little louder than both of you expected. this made you slightly jump and you looked at him with soft eyes.

“anything.” you replied as you subtly cracked your fingers, a habit you did when you were nervous. he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair with his left hand while his right hand was out stretched towards you. you took his hand without heistation as he led you a little distant from the rest of the party.

“this could easily be too straight up. this could so easily ruin our friendship. or the group. or tonight overall but i seriously need to get this off my chest for the sake of myself and of jj and pope who will not stop nagging me to tell you.” john b rambled on, his face turning slightly red from either embarassment or because he was loosing breath from his run on sentence. you couldn’t tell, mainly because you felt your own face get too hot because you were scared of what he was going to say. 

“you know how there’s the no pogue-on-pogue macking rule, right? of course you do, that was a stupid question. anyways, look (y/n) i really like you. like a-fucking-lot. i liked staring at the back of your head in history class to keep me distracted. i like when you laugh at jj and pope after kiara either playfully tells them off or makes fun of them. although, playfully is a debatable word with that last one though. i like when you come surfing with us or even just sit with us at the wreck even though you ate lunch earlier but just wanted to be with us. i like your laugh, your eyes, your finger cracking habit. the list could go on. so i get it if you don’t like me back or maybe you do and you just don’t wanna break the rules. and maybe it was selfish that i’m saying all this and throwing it on your for the sake of my own sanity but i just really had to let you know because jj and pope put this idea in my head that you had feelings back for me and i just need to know.”

you started back at him, your eyes slightly wide at his entire tangent. you were at a loss for words. you felt a tingling sensation throughout your entire body but no words were coming to mind except for simple ones.

“yes.” you answered, and it seemed like you were out of breath. john b’s face faltered slightly.

“yes?” he inquired, his eyebrows furrowed. finally your knowledge of the english language came back to you and the biggest smile grew on your face. 

“i like you. a lot. you’re the sweetest, funniest, most laid back guy that i’ve ever met and if i knew all of this i would so have made a move sooner you have no idea.” you responded and immediately cupped his face with your hands and pulled him in so passionately that the noise from the kegger drowned out gradually. 

you could feel john b ease at your touch and swiftly grabbed your waist, somehow pulling your already close bodies, even closer. after what felt like way too long but not long enough, you pulled away and found your hands at the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. 

“i feel like the luckiest guy in the outer banks right now.” john b responded, oh ever so cheesily. your hands traveled down his arms and you took his left hand in your right as you guided him back to the party. maybe your drunk friends would notice, maybe not.

maybe you were away from the party longer than you thought because when you came back you were met with only a couple of party goers, jj, kiara, and pope as they passed around a joint.

“woah woah woah, did we miss something?” jj basically coughed out after hitting the joint. you and john b both laughed in response.

“we’ll clear things up tomorrow morning when everyone is sober and hungover, don’t worry.” you stated, feeling john b place a kiss at the top of your head. 

[platypan]

Silly and short prompt, with Harringrove roadtrip and royalty AU sounds like something that’d cheer me up

Billy pulled up alongside the line of parked cars outside the embassy to wait for his Uber fare, ignoring the honks, and clicking through his playlists for the one Max had rated “least offensive”.  He frowned into his glove compartment at the assorted air fresheners, and grabbed a cold bottle of water, sticking it in the cup holder for the back seats. 

He checked his shirt—probably he was picking up a janitor, but just his luck some prime minister’s car blew a tire, and there he’d be with some leader of a country and secret service in his car, covered with dried beans and guac like he’d killed a burrito with a spear and eaten its corpse with both hands, roaring and beating his chest—his shirt was clean, and he took a steadying breath. 

While he was yanking his earring out and dropping it in the cup holder, his fare ducked inside behind him.  “Hey,” Billy said, over the surrounding furious drivers, “You’re my fare?  Mind if I get your full name?”

Something clonked into the door opposite his fare, and rattled around on the floor, and the man—younger than Billy, Billy was fairly sure—flopped sideways across the seats with a groan.  Then he started snickering.  “You sure you want all of it?  You got something to write it down?”

Billy glared over his shoulder.  “Are you Steve, my fare...what the hell are you wearing?!” 

“You don’t like my sash?” his presumed fare laughed, lying across Billy’s back seats in some kind of extremely shiny white outfit, with medals, and a cross on a chain.  “They said it matched my eyes.”

“What the hell are you…” Billy trailed off again.  “Is that a sword?  Is that a tiara on my floor?!  Why in the fuck—”

“It’s a coronet,” the actual Disney Prince in his back seat corrected him, putting his probably very expensive loafers on the window as he laid back, closing his eyes.

“Get your goddamn feet off my window,” Billy hissed.  “You are my fare, right?  You’re not just some...cosplaying menace.  Or is cosplay Cinderella about to climb in?” he squinted suspiciously at the embassy, and the irritating pile of shiny clothes in the back laughed again.

“I’m Stephen of Blois,” he said, and Billy’s hands flexed on the steering wheel.  “I’m Grand Cross of the Order of the House of Orange.”

“So you’re the right person—the fuck does that even mean,” Billy growled, pulling forward into traffic, amidst honks.  

‘Stephen’ pointed at one of the medals.  “Royal Air Squadron Commander,” he offered, and Billy contemplated hitting the brakes so hard he’d fall off the seat.

“Stop fucking with me.  Where the hell are we going,” he snarled, and all he got was a sigh.  

“Anywhere, I guess.  Where do people go when they’re fleeing the scene of a crime?”  'Steve’ sat up and leaned forward between the seats, and Billy got a noseful of expensive soap and aftershave, and breath against his ear.  His very-much-gay dick woke up, and he cursed it, gritting his teeth.  

“You’re saying you’re a fugitive?  What’d you do, steal that ensemble from Elvis?” he shot back, and Steve snorted.

“No, I, uh.  I just.  I’m escaping a wedding.”

“Oh, shit,” Billy stared into the rearview mirror, and almost hit the car in front.  “You—you what, you just left somebody standing at the altar?!  That’s—”

“No!” Steve yelped, then let his face fall against the seat behind Billy’s head, and groaned.  “I didn’t—she just—I thought she, y’know, I didn’t think she wanted to wanted to, but we’re friends?  And then she started yelling at me about her friend Barb, and—”

“Speak English,” Billy suggested, and Steve thumped the back of his seat.

“I thought we both knew we were getting married, and we’d just—be friends, you know, she’d do what...what she was going to do, and I’d do my thing, and we’d be married, so nobody would care—”

“Holy shit, you really are.  Somebody,” Billy sputtered, hunching his shoulders a little as he registered he probably would not get a five-star rating for shouting at royalty.  “God damn.  Some tourist told me she was in town for ‘the wedding’ the other day.  Thought she just thought everybody knew her niece, or something.”

“It’s been arranged since we were six!” Steve moaned, dropping back to lie across the seats again.  He waved at the ceiling.  “They got the cathedral and everything!  She’s in the dress!  And all of a sudden she starts crying ‘bullshit, bullshit’ that she can’t marry, because Barb.”

“Who the hell is Barb,” Billy asked woodenly, his eyes wide as he turned onto a side street.  “Wait, are you supposed to have a bodyguard?!”

“So I said okay, I’d call it off, if she was—she was gonna set the whole thing on fire, I think.  It’ll be super romantic in the news,” he said, sounding wistful.  “She’ll probably forget to change out of her wedding dress, and just...run straight from the plane.  Run in and propose to her librarian right in front of everybody.”

“Where the hell am I supposed to be driving,” Billy whispered, glancing over his shoulder.

“I want drive-through,” Steve whined, dropping his chin on the seat behind Billy’s shoulder.  “I heard you can get anything at a drivethrough in America.”

“Not really,” Billy sighed, glancing at the wide brown eyes in his rearview mirror.  “I mean.  Burgers.  Tacos.  Ice cream.”

“Ice cream,” breathed the royal in his backseat.  “I want ice cream.  I deserve ice cream.”

“It’s not very good ice cream,” Billy told him.  “I mean.  You might want a...restaurant, or something.”

“Ice cream!” Stephen said, throwing his hand forward like he was leading a charge, and Billy headed for the Dairy Queen.  

“What do I even call you?” Billy asked, making an illegal u-turn as his passenger whooped.  “Stephen?”

“Ugh, no.  Steve is fine,” said Steve, pressing his face against the side window, kicking his coronet, and tossing it into the front passenger seat.  It glittered as it went by.

“Put your damn seatbelt on,” Billy choked, watching the thing roll around, diamonds gleaming.  

Steve grinned over, and did not.

“Where you actually going?” Billy asked, once they were in line.  “Back to your hotel?”

“God, no, everybody’s going to yell at me,” Steve said, eyes narrowed at the menu.  “May I eat in your car?”

“Don’t order food,” Billy made a face.  “The ice cream’s okay, but the food is garbage.”

“Hmm,” Steve nodded, but ordered like five things, prompting Billy for his order, and then flirted with the people at the drive-through window, who stared open-mouthed.

“I think everybody else knows who you are,” Billy said, finally, as they sat in the parking lot, and his royal passenger climbed out to sit in the front.  

Steve chucked the coronet over his shoulder again, and unwrapped everything to make happy humming noises into a banana split.  “Nope,” Steve said, around a whole scoop of ice cream with pineapple syrup.  It dripped on his fancy jacket, and he swallowed, clearing his throat.  “M’nobody.  Where else can we go?”

“...I don’t know,” Billy ate his Blizzard with a spoon, watching the leader of some country somewhere sitting in the back of his Uber, trying to tie a knot, with his tongue, in the stem of the cherry off the sundae he’d bought at Dairy Queen.