#I be hanging out with my mom and that’s cool and fun but also sometimes I think maybe I need a friend or two

[l3irdl3rain]

asking this genuinely btw and not just in a haha way but how the fuck do you make friends who live near you as an adult?

[monimccoythings]

Like Father Like Daughter

I have so many WIPs from different fandoms and this Wolverine fic ideas just keep coming and coming... I appreciate so much the support I've been shown, I don't look at the notes because it shows in activity that is 99+ and I get anxious lol. Logan has a nasty temper but is really fun to write.

Living with an ill-tempered man like Logan wasn't always easy, but living with him and his variant's teenaged clone turned adopted daughter who had the exact same temper as him, was proving to be quite the challenge.

As anybody would expect, those two were constantly butting heads at everything, be it food, curfews, or, just as they were doing at this very moment, Laura's choices in fashion.

The girl had chosen some shorts and black leggings, with black sneakers, and a crop top that was way too short for an old fashioned man like Logan to approve, to hang out with some friends she had made at her new high school. Barely sparing a glance at her outfit, Logan had snapped at her to go back to her room and change into something more appropiate, which Laura took it as well as any teenage girl that had spent part of her earliest teen years dressing and doing what she pleased in the void would. And then the screaming match had begun.

"NO CHILD OF MINE IS GOING OUT DRESSED UP LIKE THAT."

"IT'S JUST A SHIRT, IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL."

You let out a quiet sigh. You knew daughters were supposed to rebel against their parents, but having two superpowered beings at each other's throats at all times wasn't the great idea the universe thought it was. You knew they loved each other deeply and would kill for each other, but sometimes they were way too much alike.

"Sweetie, listen to Daddy on this one, he just wants what's best for you."

How the fuck had Wade gotten in and embraced your husband's muscular arm without anyone noticing. With a low growl, Logan pushed him away. Laura did not seem too pleased with him either.

"FUCK OFF, YOU AREN'T MY MOM!"

Wade covered his mouth and let out a shocked gasp that honestly was worthy of an Oscar nomination. You quietly thanked him for his presence, maybe that would help relieve the tension in the room. Laura turned at you, imploringly.

"Tell him he's just overreacting. Please."

You sneakily looked at your husband, who seemed to be red with rage, his lips pulled back in a feral snarl that clearly was a display of dominance, knuckles pressed against the wooden table so tightly that you started to fear for the well being of the furniture. His muscles were so tense he looked like he was going to burst out of his shirt, by the way the veins in his neck were swelling.

You didn't want to disrespect his authority over his daughter, but you also didn't want to make Laura direct her hate at you; you loved that girl and her attitude as if she was your own child. It seemed they needed some consesus, and you guessed you'd have to be once again the bigger person here.

"Laura, your father is just worried about you. If you want to wear that top, then you'd have to put a jacket on. And we want you back home by eleven."

"But my friends-" She started to protest, but you quickly cut her off.

"Eleven and that's more than your father was willing to give you."

She bit her lip, considering her options. With a huff, she stomped back towards her room to get that jacket. She slammed the front door on the way back out, not even bothering to say goodbye. Teenagers.

The living room got quiet. Really quiet. You could only hear Wade munching on some popcorn he had gotten from God knows where. Logan was fuming, not at you of course, but at his unruly adoptive daughter's behavior. He stormed towards your shared bedroom and slammed the door close hard enough, it made the pictures on the wall tremble. You sighed.

Well that went well.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he cooled off and decided to come out. You were cleaning up some dishes while Wade sat on the couch watching some cartoons. It made you smile, it was like you had two children running around.

You felt your husband's stubble and nose nuzzle against the back of your neck, as he embraced you from behind, his massive hands covering the entire expanse of your fourth month pregnant belly. "Feeling better now?" You casually asked.

His teeth nipped at the skin on your neck leaving a burning feeling that only his tongue could soothe. "I don't know what to do with her, she seems to fight against everything I do or say." His deep rumbling voice sent shivers running down your spine.

"Deep down she knows you love her. And she loves you too, even if she is too 'cool' to admit it." He let out a bitter chuckle, massaging your belly while leaning his chin on your shoulder, his sideburns made you tickle.

"I just hope this little one doesn't give us that much trouble."

"Hey, however they come out, we will love them the same, because they are a part of our family." He kissed your cheek and you leaned back into his embrace.

"Yes, our family." You let out a laugh at the sudden extra weight on your backs. Looks like Wade had gotten tired of the tv and had decided to join you into your little embrace.

"Wade..." Logan started warningly, carefully prying his hands away from your belly.

*SNIKT*

[heeseungwifey]

Does Layla need a mom?

pairing: jake x y/n

warning: contains smut!

It’s a chilly night so I’ve decided to go for some thighs with my mini skirt. I wish I could just ignore the cold for my Tinder date tonight but I should put my health first. I’m meeting a new guy called Jake, by his profile I know he’s 21, has gorgeous lips and a dog. That’s all I’m looking for in a man these days, someone I can have fun with. 

I order an Uber and go down the stairs, already kinda late for the reservation at the fancy Italian restaurant where we’re having our date. He made the reservation a week ago, he swears it’s the best food I’ll try in town. I get in the Uber and send him a message.

“Sorry, I'll be a few minutes late, traffic!” I sent it as the Uber driver was waiting on a red light. 

“No worries, I’m already here. I hope you do show up and not leave me stranded haha” Jake sends a smiley emoji and I get he’s nervous about this date too. We’ve been talking for a few weeks, friendly but also quite flirty, some texts getting borderline sexting. I’ve been trying not to overthink about how this night could end, but the thought of getting into this man’s bed has kept me zoning out since he asked me out. 

“Here it is lady, have a good night!” I get out of the car and thank the Uber driver, getting into the restaurant as fast as I can so I don’t ruin my hair in the rain. when I walk in, I scan the room to look for Jake, quickly spotting him at the end of the restaurant. He’s wearing a leather jacket, his hair pushed back and a neck chain, looking so good I almost got embarrassed to approach him. It would have been too late to escape since he already saw me, getting up and shaking his hand in the air so I could see him. 

“Hello! Wow you look gorgeous y/n” Jake kisses me on the cheek and I get to smell his perfume, manly and sexy. I sit down and take a sweet time to appreciate how he looks, admire his tan skin, his big nose, his beautiful smile and his hands, wishing that those would be touching me in a couple of hours. He’s doing the same as me, scanning me from head to toe with a sultry stare.

“You look really good too Jake, I’m kind of surprised you’re just not wearing basketball shorts or a striped shirt” I joke since in all his pictures on Instagram he’s wearing one of these two clothing pieces, even both of the same time sometimes. He looks ridiculously gorgeous tonight. 

“Well I have to show off for tonight, need to make a good impression”

“Sure you are”

Dinner was fantastic, everything was delicious and we talked all the time we were sitting there as if we had known each other since forever. Jake had come with his car so he offered to take me home. I felt uncomfortable asking to go to his house even though I really wanted to, so I made an excuse to be with him for a little bit more. 

“I know a cool bar right around here, would you like to go? Let’s not end the date just yet” I looked up on Google Maps a bar next to his house just to hang out there for a bit, have a drink and see where the night took us. The next thing I know is that each of us has drunk at least 3 cocktails and it’s almost 2 a.m.

“My house is quite close to this bar, if you want to crash, I know I said I would take you home but I don’t think I can drive right now, a uber right now is gonna be impossible to find” Jake has his arm around my shoulders, his hair messy and he had to take his jacket off because of how hot he was. His house is a 15-minute walk away, which helps us get refreshed as we get to his door. 

“Here we are, welcome to my house!” Jake opens the door and a modern and minimalist decor fills my sight. it’s obvious it’s a single man’s house by the posters and figurines he has but it’s done with good taste, giving a personal touch.

“Omg is this Layla? you’re so pretty and fluffy!” Jake’s dog approaches me right as I walk in, excitedly shaking her tail and giving little jumps. He has previously talked about her dog at the restaurant, showing me pictures of her as a puppy and all. 

“She seems to like you, I don’t often see her this excited” Jake closes the door and takes his jacket off, hanging it on the entrance coat rack. He gets behind me and grabs my bag and my coat, hanging it as well. 

“It’s kinda crazy that I’m staying at your house, I don’t know what you’re gonna think of me” I say as a joke but deep down I do want to give him a good impression and as much as I would love to rip his clothes off right now, 

“It's kind of stupid If I thought anything bad about you y/n. I hope you know I’m very excited that you’re here right now. Just knowing we get to be a few more minutes together is already giving me a rush”

I look at him and he’s standing there, looking so handsome in this light, the air feeling heavy. I move to the sofa, sitting there first as he follows me around inside his own house. He turns on the TV and we’re sitting there like dummies, watching whatever is on. I am nervous, the expectation growing more and more each second. 

“what the hell are we doing?” Jake says as he’s getting closer to me, facing me as I’m resting my back on the couch. When he’s just inches away from my lips, Layla jumps on the sofa, right in between us. 

“Layla! you scared me, fuck” Jake moves to the other side of the sofa, being attacked by Layla’s kisses. I laugh from the other side, the view so endearing I almost forgot he’s just a Tinder date and this will end soon.

“Do you want me to lend you some clothes to sleep in? A T-shirt and some shorts perhaps?” Jake is standing right in front of me, waiting for my answer, looking for an excuse to get out of Layla’s insistence. 

“yes, thank you! where’s the bathroom by the way? I need to take my make-up off” I get up fast as he walks to his bedroom to pick up the clothes. 

“It’s here, hold on… let me give you the clothes so you can change. I also have make-up remover in the cabinet” Jake rumbles around his closet and comes back with a white t-shirt with a logo on it and some Nike shorts, handing them to me. 

When I finished changing and getting my make-up off I glanced at myself in the mirror. I look so bare in this look, just how I would look at the solitude of my own house. It’s kinda crazy that this is how I choose to show myself in front of my date, who I have known for just a few hours. I guess Jake has something that just makes me blindly trust him. 

As I’m coming out of the bathroom I hear the TV, the volume turned down so it’s low. When I walk into the living room, Jake is lying on the couch with a tight t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Layla lies right next to him, looking adorable with her fluffy fur. He looks a bit sleepy but as I walk into his sight, he opens his eyes and gets up. 

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? I don’t sleep too much so I always stay up late watching TV. Right now there’s this 50’s romantic movie, I don’t know if you would like it” Jake looks at me as I’m standing there, his eyes trying not to look at my nipples, visible through the t-shirt he gave me. I’m also quite careful not to get caught looking at his bulge, way too noticeable in those sweats.

“I don’t care really, it’s just background noise to me” I say as I’m sitting next to him, he grabs my hands and pulls me in between his legs. His big hands hold mine as he looks at me in the eyes, the TV light illuminating his face in a beautiful blue. He looks mesmerizing, so much so that I can’t hold myself any longer and I kiss him. His sweet, plump lips capture mine with the same intensity as mine, gasping for air every time we separate. 

Jake grabs the back of my thighs and sits me on his lap, his hands groping my ass and massaging it. I feel an overwhelming heat on my cheeks, all the pent-up neediness flowing out from us. He wanted this as much as I did. It’s surreal a man like this would want me so bad. 

“Baby, let’s go to the bedroom” Jake says in between kisses as he picks me up from his lap and takes me to his bedroom. I’m not thinking about anything else right now but his lips, his hands and the burning pain I’m feeling in my groin, growing worse each second I feel no relief. 

When we get to the bedroom, Jake throws me onto the bed, closing the door behind him. The bedroom is nicely decorated, filled with blue and wood. Seeing the details of how he chooses to decorate his house gives me more knowledge about him, filling in the gaps of the missing info I have about him. As I’m laying there, he moves swiftly to the side of the bed, where he turns on a bedside lamp. Lights on tonight I guess. 

“Tell me what you like baby, I’m all ears” Jake is standing right at the feet of the bed, in front of me lying in his bed. Many dirty thoughts go through my head, and I could ask for many favours. I don’t have words to describe how bothered I am by his presence, getting hornier with every second he spends waiting for me to voice my desires. 

“take your t-shirt off, slowly. And then take mine” I ask, not much but just enough for now. Jake doesn’t say a word, he just follows. Grabs the hem of his t-shirt and peels it off, showing his defined abs and honey skin. His hair is messy now and his eyes are fixed on the t-shirt he lent me, planning on taking it off as soon as possible. From where he stands he grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed, my feet touching the floor and sitting there like a doll. His hands are placed on my waist under the t-shirt, caressing my body as he pushes it up, arms up and for a second I get struck when I get to see his face again, both of us semi-naked and getting more and more desperate for what’s about to happen. 

“Tell me, princess, what else do you want me to do?” Jake is almost touching my lips with his, the kiss from before hitting my mind and leaving me desperate for another one. I pull him by his neck onto my lips, clashing hard as we lay on the bed, him on top of me. As we are kissing, his hand snakes up to the pants that I’m wearing, pulling them slowly, leaving me completely naked. I waste no time and do the same to him, unsuccessfully though. He stops me and breaks the kiss, taking them off himself. My sight is indescribable, his naked body bathed by the warm light of the lamp and desire burning in his eyes. 

My hands travel from his shoulders to his hip bone, feeling the softness of his skin and his body heat. I touch his member, now hard and red, and Jake hisses at the feeling. I give it slow strokes, enjoying how his eyebrows stitch up and his mouth can only moan and whimper just cause of my touch. As I start going faster, he falls on his back on the bed, giving me full access to now suck him off. I get on top of him and slowly start with my tongue, tiny licks to the top and getting my saliva all around it. When it’s covered I put it all in my mouth, bottom it thanks to Jake pushing my head all the way down. He’s grabbing the back of my head, trying to regain some control over the situation but he’s very obviously gone. When he starts whining and whimpering I know he’s right there, going faster. He tries to stop me but fails miserably, cumming all in my mouth and face. 

“wow, you’re going strong y/n, I don’t know if I can keep up with you” he lays there breathing heavily as I’m cleaning my face, his sight lost on the ceiling. “Well the ball’s on your court now, how are you gonna pay me for the best blowjob you’ve received in your entire life?” I say cockily as I get close to his face. His eyes look at me, foggy and lost in lust and suddenly I see a spark in them, knowing instantly he has gotten an idea on how he’s gonna pay me. 

“Sit on my face, you’ve won it” Jake grabs my leg and gets it on the other side of his body, now I’m straddling his ribcage. His hands push me by my hips closer to his head, my hands grabbing the headboard so I don’t fall. I can feel Jake’s warm breath on my pussy, his plump lips just inches away from my heat. I feel his wet tongue first, circling around my clit and giving kitten licks as I’m desperately trying to not sit down on his head and choke him. When he starts using his tongue, lapping my folds with hunger I can’t control my sounds any longer and start moaning like I’m possessed. His lips feeling so good and skillfully mixing his mouth with two fingers I come fast on his face, losing all my strength and falling back onto the bed with his head still between my legs. A few minutes pass and I feel Jake getting up and moving my body by my ankles, placing me in the middle of the bed. 

“Did that feel good baby? I’ve never seen anyone react like that… it was so hot I also came with you, twice tonight already. And I haven’t even been inside you yet” Jake’s hair looks messy and sexy, especially knowing it’s because of our recent activities. His lips are even plumper if possible and a layer of sweat covers his chest and abs. I sit up and touch his body instinctively, caressing his hip bone and looking at him in the eyes. 

“Bend over baby” his strong arms flip me over, getting me on all fours. His eyes went straight to my drenched and pulsating pussy, placing himself right on my entrance. “Mhmm, it felt so good Jake…fuck I can’t take it any longer, please… just fuck me already”

He moves slowly, for a second unsure if he should be doing this, but when he stretches me so good that I moan loudly, his movements go crazy, railing me like an animal, his hair all stuck to his forehead and his eyes shut, trying to keep up with the pace. He bites his fist but is to no avail as moans just escape from his mouth, his movements going erratic and losing focus. I feel the bed move like it’s gonna break, my moans have become screams at this point and I’m lost in the feeling, my hair all over my face and sweat sticking the sheets onto my body. 

“Jake, Jake, I’m going to… I can’t hold it anymore… I’m gonna…” can’t even say a whole sentence, the feeling not letting me think properly as all I feel like the heat in my tummy is gonna explode at any second. 

“Do it, c’mon baby, I want to see you come on my dick, let it go…” Jake takes one of his hands to my clit, massaging it and making me come in seconds. I lose sight for a second, everything is blurry as I hear Jake moan loudly, coming inside me and falling on top of me. His head on my chest, I hug his head as we both recover our breaths, the moment feeling so intimate I can’t stop myself from giving him a kiss on the forehead.

I’m pretty sure we fell asleep like that for like fifteen minutes, hugging each other as all we had was each other’s body heat to keep warm. I wake up by the sound of scratching on the bedroom door, obviously being Leyla waiting for his owner to give her food. Jake gets up from top of me and walks to the door, closing it behind him as soon as Leyla starts jumping excitedly. I’m left there quite sad, missing how close we were just a few seconds ago. 

“Hey, sorry, I forgot to put water in Leyla’s bowl before and she was quite thirsty. But hey, I just turned the water on, do you want to take a bath? It’s probably hot by now” Jake is sitting on the border of the bed, caressing my tummy as I’m still too tired to get up. I look at him and feel a sense of dreadness, I don’t wanna lose whatever we have right now between each other. Leaving his house today could mean this is over, that we’re just a one-night stand for each other and that’s it.

I take his hand and he lifts me up from the bed, lending me a bathrobe so I don’t get cold on the way to the bathroom. when we get there, there’s a few candles lighten up and the whole room smells like lavender, calming and cozy. 

“Get in the bathtub, I’ll prepare some towels for when we get out” I step inside the bathtub, the warm water soothing my body from the intense workout. Jake gets into the bathtub and we’re sitting there looking at each other, just like we were at the restaurant earlier. I almost feel like crying, so I close my eyes and push my head back to rest on the wall.

“Are you good? you look super tired” Jake asks, but I don’t feel like answering right now or my voice will break. So he sits there, reaching for my hand and worried I’m actually in pain. But the pain it’s not physical, and I wish he had just let me go to my house by taxi today. I feel like shit right now, enjoying the last minutes of the most beautiful date I’ve ever been on. 

“Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt anywhere?” His tone was serious and worried, his eyes fixated on my face. I open my eyes and it’s obvious that I’m on the verge of tears, my eyes watery and red. 

“It’s okay, I’m just a bit tired, today has been a long day for me” 

“I don’t believe you, I don’t think that’s what’s happening. You looked so happy a few minutes ago coming on my dick, and now you’re tired? Do you think I’m gonna believe that? Please tell me what’s going on”

Jake sounds mad at me, scared that now everything’s done I’m acting so cold towards him. I can’t tell him the truth, it is so embarrassing and delusional that I might scare him off. 

“It’s okay Jake, I just need to go home and sleep a little bit. I had fun don’t be mistaken, but I think is time I go back to my bed and keep on going with my life” I come off as a bitch, looking for a way out of this conversation that was gonna end by me ridiculizing myself in front of the hottest man I know. If I give him the idea that I’m always up for something casual I might get to see him again. 

“I don’t know what the fuck has happened for you to say this, but if you want to sleep here I have no issue with it if that’s what you’re worried about. I thought we had a great time tonight, maybe I’ve been a bit rough or you didn’t feel comfortable with me… I don’t know if you’re under the impression that I have used you to have sex but you couldn’t be more mistaken”

There’s an uncomfortable silence, the only sounds being the distant sound of the TV in the living room and Leyla walking around the house outside the bathroom door. I look at him and his eyes are lost, a hundred thoughts going through his head, trying to find where it went wrong tonight.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it, I actually hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. I guess I’m a bit sensitive since it was a bit too… intimate. Like, this is just a hookup, I shouldn’t be feeling this way about what we have done but… I wish It had meant more for the both of us”

“Listen y/n, it’s been a long time since I’ve gone on a date. I was very excited to go with you tonight since I thought we had great chemistry on our back-and-forth texts. I do feel different about you than I have felt about any other woman I have talked to on that damn app…”

I look at him and his arms are resting on each side of the bathtub, his skin glistening and a perfect view of his chest. It makes me crave for a hug in the comfort of his embrace. 

“I like you more than I thought I would so early into knowing each other. I have enjoyed this night with you so much that’s gonna screw me up forever, being honest” I confess, my head turned to the wall so I don’t see his reaction to such a statement. 

I don’t have to look at him, his arms grabbing mine and getting me closer to him. His lips on mine, so fierce and hungry, I’ve lost control of the situation and now I’m just being french kissed as water splashes everywhere, my legs on each side of his lap.

“Me too…  I felt like a dumbass, being so intense… I don’t wanna let you go, ever” his kisses move to my neck and chest, and my hands can’t do much but hold his hair on my fist as I try not to moan too loudly at 4 a.m.

The next morning I lay there, on his bed. The sheets are everywhere, victims of our last night endeavours. A subtle smell of coffee and toasted bread comes into the bedroom, getting me up instantly and wandering to the kitchen. 

There he is, early morning with wet hair from the shower and a clean black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Layla runs around the kitchen, excited about her breakfast just as I am. When I walk into his vision, Jake looks at me with the brightest smile and comes to hug me, kissing my head and caressing my back. 

“Good morning baby, did you rest well?” his warmth irradiating through his t-shirt and feeling incredibly comforting.

“Yeah I did, I haven’t slept this well in a long time” I snuggle on his chest, his arms reaching for the frypan and moving it aside, so the scrambled eggs don’t burn. 

When we’re done with the breakfast, a long silence between us arises. It’s comfortable but at the same time, it scares me that it'll make us talk about our feelings. Thankfully Layla jumps on my lap, wanting to play with me. If this ends I’m also gonna miss her and I just met her. 

“Damn, Layla has never acted like this with anyone before, it’s crazy… She likes you a lot. It's just like she has accepted you’re her mom or something haha” Jake says, fascinated by how his dog is acting towards a total stranger to her, like she has known me since forever.  

“So… does Layla need a mom?”

“Yeah, her dad needs a mom too” Jake looks at me and we start laughing, filling the house with the sound of our laughter, the smell of toast and a happy Layla, who gets to have a mom from that day on.

[oneshotnewbie]

hi! how are you? i hope everything’s well and i was wondering if you’d be so kind to write an angsty emily prentiss x young teen daughter reader story when you are able?

basically reader feels that Emily isn’t giving her enough freedom, especially with her friends who want to do typical teenagery things (Emily’s a bit more protective because of her job and past and knows what kind of things could happen) and they get into an argument of sorts and reader refuses to listen to emily trying to explain and reason with her? thanks!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Authors note: Maybe I exaggerated Emily a little bit but since I had her whole past in mind, I thought it was appropriate.

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The sun slowly sank over the horizon, turning day into night and making the shadows appear longer and deeper. In a well-kept suburb of Washington D.C., you sat on your bed and stared out the window, your head full of thoughts. The gentle breeze that blew through the open window brought no relief to the feeling of tightness that you felt in your heart.

"Y/n, can you please come down? Dinner is ready!" Emily's voice penetrated the half-open door. It was a friendly but also authoritative voice that often felt like a net that wrapped around you and held you tight.

"Coming soon, Mom!" you called back, even though you didn't feel ready to face your mother yet. You sighed and took one last look at your cell phone, where messages from your friends were flashing.

Maya: "Hey, are you coming over later, y/n? My parents are gone and we have the house to ourselves!"

Chloe: "Yeah, it'll be so cool! We have chips, popcorn and a few movies."

You bit your lip. You wanted nothing more than to spend a carefree night with your friends, but you knew your mother would never allow that. Emily Prentiss was not only a mother, but also a seasoned FBI agent who had seen the dark side of humanity up close. These experiences had made her overprotective, especially when it came to her only daughter. You.

Reluctantly, you got up and went into the kitchen. The smell of spaghetti and garlic bread filled the air, and Emily was already putting the plates on the table. She smiled when she saw you, but there was familiar concern in her eyes.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked as she took the parmesan out of the fridge and transferred it to a small bowl. "Yeah, it's fine," you mumbled and sat down at the table. "Can I go to Maya and Chloe's after dinner? They want to have a movie night."

Emily froze for a moment before moving again and putting the cheese on the table. "A movie night, huh? Have you looked at the clock?"

You sighed inwardly. You knew the beginning of this conversation all too well. "Yes, mom," you said, clenching your hands into fists. "Then the answer is no," Emily said calmly but firmly. "You know I don't want you to be out this late. Even if I drove you."

"But mom, I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm 16 years old! Maya and Chloe are my best friends, we just want to watch a few movies!" your voice got louder, frustration and anger rising inside you.

"Y/n, I understand that you want to have fun, but I'm worried about your safety. You don't know who's hanging around the neighborhood, and I can't watch over you all the time."

"Exactly, you can't watch over me all the time! That's the problem!" you screamed, jumping up, tears of frustration burning in your eyes. "You just don't trust me!"

She looked at you, her own eyes full of pain and conflict. "My darling, it's not about trust. It's about me knowing what can happen out there. I just want to protect you."

"Sometimes you suffocate me with that," you said quietly, leaving the kitchen before the tears ran all the way down your cheeks.

Upstairs in your room, you threw yourself on the bed and grabbed your phone. Your fingers flew over the keys as you wrote a message to your friends: "Sorry, girls. My mom won't let me go. Maybe another time."

You put your phone on silent, threw the phone aside and stared at the ceiling. Your heart was heavy, not only because of the missed opportunity, but also because of the constant fights with your mother. You knew she loved you and only wanted the best for you, but it often felt like your life was limited by invisible shackles that pulled you tighter the older you got.

As you lay there, you heard soft footsteps approaching your bedroom door. Emily stood in the doorway, her head poking through the hinge, unsure whether she should enter. "Can I please come in?"

You turned to the side and nodded reluctantly. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. "I know it's not easy being my daughter, especially with my job and my past. But I hope you understand that I'm just trying to protect you."

You swallowed and looked at your mother. "I understand that, Mom. But I also need a little freedom. I need to learn to take care of myself and you need to give me the chance to do that."

Your mother nodded slowly, wondering when you'd grown up so much and smiled weakly. "How about we find a compromise? I'll call Maya's parents and if they confirm that everything is OK, you can leave for a few hours."

Your eyes widened in surprise and joy. "Really? You would do that for me?"

"Yes," she said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "But under two conditions: You have to promise me to call JJ, Rossi or me immediately if anything is wrong and you have to have dinner with me first."

You nodded eagerly and reached over to your phone, ready to text your friends that you would come after all. "I promise, Mom. Thanks."

As Emily pulled out her phone, started dialing the number and retreated briefly from your room, you leaned back and felt a small piece of the burden fall from your shoulders. It was a small step, but it was a start.

Minutes felt like hours as you sat in your room, impatiently waiting for Emily to call your girlfriend's parents. Your mind was racing, and the hope of finally taking a step towards more freedom filled you with a small hint of optimism. But when you heard her come back, you immediately recognized the look in your mother's eyes.

"Y/n, I spoke to Maya's parents," she began slowly as she opened the door and stepped back into the room. "And?" you asked, your voice tense with anticipation.

"Her parents aren't home and don't mind you being alone. Did you know you would be alone? Because if so I..."

"No, Mom. Don't end that sentence!" You jumped up from the bed, fists clenched again. "You're going to forbid it again, aren't you? That's why I didn't say anything!"

Emily sighed deeply, wiping her furrowed brow with a hand. "I don't think it's safe for you to be in an empty house. I'm worried about you."

"What are you worried about? That I might have fun? That I might act like a normal teenager?" Your voice was shaking with anger, as was your body, and your heart was pounding wildly in your chest. "You're suffocating me with your constant control!"

"Sweetie, please try to understand," she began, but you immediately interrupted her. "No, Mom, you don't understand! You don't understand what it's like to be constantly monitored and patronized!“

Emily's patience began to dwindle the longer you took your frustration out on her. "That's enough. I've seen things you can't even imagine. I've seen people who got into serious danger from harmless situations. I can't let anything happen to you."

"Oh, come on, mom! You and your stories from work. Do you think I want to hear all the time how terrible the world is? I just want a little fun!"

The black-haired girl swallowed hard and fought to stay calm and matter-of-fact with you. "Y/n, I'm not telling you these things to annoy you. I want you to understand why I am like this. Why I have to protect you."

You snorted contemptuously. "Protect? Is that what you call it? It feels like imprisonment to me. I feel like you don't trust me to take care of myself at all."

"I'm happy to tell you one last time. It's not about not trusting you," she said, her voice now raised, bordering on screaming. "It's about knowing how quickly things can go wrong. One moment of carelessness and everything can change."

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and glared darkly at your mother. "You use your job as an excuse to control my life. You have no idea what it's like to be under your thumb all the time."

"And you have no idea what it's like to go to work every day knowing that there are monsters out there waiting to hurt or even kill innocent young people." Emily's eyes filled with tears that slowly made their way down her cheeks. "I've seen too many girls your age, y/n. I can't take the risk of you becoming one of them. I would never forgive myself."

You shook your head violently, tears of anger and frustration also running freely down your cheeks. "I don't want to be a victim, but I don't want to be a prisoner either! You have to learn to let me go! Should I sit here twiddling my thumbs until I'm 53?"

Emily stood still for a moment, trying to control her own tears. "Y/n, I love you more than anything else in this world. Everything I do, I do to protect you, damn it!"

"Sometimes I love you for that," you said quietly, "but often I hate you for that." With those words, you stormed out of your room, slamming the door behind you. Your mother was left alone, her hand pressed to her mouth to stifle sobs. She knew she couldn't protect you forever, but the thought of seeing you in danger was more than she could bear.

Meanwhile, in the living room, you grabbed your jacket and stormed to the front door. You needed fresh air, distance, anything to escape your mother's suffocating grip on surveillance. Without waiting to see if Emily ran after you, the door slammed shut and your mother sank onto your bed. She knew she had made a mistake, but she also knew she couldn't do anything else. The world was a dangerous place, and she could only hope that one day you would understand why she was the way she was.

[wendytestabrat]

why cartman IS kenny’s bff

it pisses me off sm how in the episode “best friends forever” stan & kyle were being haters and were all like “cartman isn’t kenny’s best friend!1!1!1” i don’t remember which one said it but it was probably kyle bc we all know how he is LOL. like BRUH kyle, cartman IS kenny’s bff, not you bitch. i think kyle is just mad & jealous bc kenny likes hanging around cartman more than him and prefers cartman as a friend which we also saw how in the post covid specials in the future cartman was the only person kenny was still keeping in touch with before he died and then kyle was pissy AF abt that. kyle is a shitass friend to kenny, especially in the early seasons he would rip on kenny for being poor too just like cartman did. he even deadass said in one episode “kenny’s not my friend i don’t give a rats ass about him” or some shit LOL. really all the boys are crappy friends to kenny they just use him & take advantage of him for shit and then they don’t give a crap when he dies, so i feel like kenny holds A LOT of resentment towards all three of them and kind of dislikes them all in a way, he just is friends with them anyways and goes along with shit bc he’s too nice lol. kenny seems like that kind of person that’s just equally nice to everyone so then narcissistic bitches take advantage of that and take it way too personally thinking that person adores them when rlly that person doesn’t give a shit abt them and is just being polite to everyone so then the narcissistic bitch starts being possessive AF of the nice person thinking they’re entitled to their attention and time LOL. (i know this bc i’m a nice person and then bitches i don’t even like start obsessing over me 24/7 prob bc no one has ever shown them love in their entire lives) but cartman is DEF the one kenny is closest with and trusts the most which is shown by the way kenny confides in cartman when he’s sad or upset abt shit which we never see him do with stan & kyle lol. like remember in the vaccination special how cartman was telling stan & kyle that kenny was sad abt the broship or whatever? the fact that kenny went to CARTMAN and not them about that says a lot. kenny has wayyy more in common with cartman too and is a lot more similar to him than stan & kyle. kenny is more laid back and likes to have fun and he’s a huge troublemaker too, so that’s why he doesn’t vibe with kyle’s goodie twoshoe preachy obnoxiousness lol. the fact that kenny also gets along well with craig too prob more than any of the other boys says a lot abt his personality and how he’s more of a rebellious idgaf type. also another little piece of evidence to show that cartman understands kenny on a deeper level than the other boys was in “cartmanland” when he pointed out how kenny dies all the time lol even tho that might’ve just been a throwaway joke or a breaking the fourth wall moment. i feel like kenny can def be two faced tho and he pretends to hate cartman sometimes just to be cool like stan & kyle do but we all know that’s bullshit and he does like cartman otherwise he wouldn’t spend all the time with cartman that he does lol. i feel like it’s mostly just stan & kyle pressuring kenny to hate on cartman or avoid him (mostly kyle doing this shit ofc bc he’s a big bully) and kenny just goes along with it bc he’s too nice and and passive of a person to stand up for himself so he lets stan & kyle walk all over him and use him for shit lol. which is why i LOVE that moment in “the magic bush” when cartman stood up to kyle when he was being mean and shitting on kenny for him & cartman taking pics of craig’s mom’s bush LOL. stan & kyle just view kenny as a little prop & stunt person for their schemes while cartman actually values kenny as a friend and makes an effort to spend time with him one on one and tries to have fun with him. so cartman IS kenny’s bff. PERIOD.

[aetlasx]

prologue

pair: eddie munson x witch!reader

summary: Ah, memories. You journal your first day of high school, but things quickly take a turn just a few weeks later.

tw: menstruation, pad/tampons, bullying, name calling (pls lmk if there’s anything I missed)

a/n: just stick with me lol. he’ll be in the first part. Also, this is an AU!! For spooky season!! thank you so much for reading!!

*the chat font is the diary entry and it goes back to normal at the end*

August 22nd, 1983 It's been a few months since i've written in this thing. I thought it'd be a good time to start now since I finally made it to high school!

You know what that means? Four more years till I leave this shithole!! Better than five. June was actually waiting by the door when I got home, she really wanted to hear every detail of how it went. I told her about my classes, I have Jonathan in two and Nancy in several. I told her how the school and people were so different from anything I was used to. But, it doesn't take her long to find something wrong with the way I think. She started with her usual warnings and advice, all the things I need to avoid, all the mistakes I shouldn't make. I know she's just trying to protect me, but it feels like she can never have trust in her little sister.

On the other hand, at least Teddy asked if I had fun. He's always been the one who knows how to lighten the mood, especially knowing how his wife is. He asked about my teachers and any clubs that looked cool enough to join. He even asked about Jonathan and Nancy.

Jonathan was definitely not as excited as me. He's quite, but he's always been that way.I know that his mom was excited for his first day of high school, she even convinced him to bring his camera. Right now, I'm trying to convince him to join the newspaper but he just shrugs me off. And Nancy, well, although it's been one–girl is practically glow. Within just 8 hours of the school day, she was able to meet a boy. She kept gushing about him and is pretty excited for the rest of the school year here. I'm genuinely happy for her.

Before June could add her two cents, I interrupted her with how I stopped by Aunt Claudia's after school to see how Dustin's day went. He was already sprawled out on the couch, 'exhausted' from fighting with his new math teacher. It had been a bit since I had seen them, I slaved away my summer at my job so stopping by, I felt grateful that they weren't even mad. I'll have to start hanging out with him again.

Anyways, I’m determined to make the most of freshman year with my friends. I’m ready to prove that I’m more than just a product of this stupid town.

Wish me luck!!

September 16th, 1983

I think I lied. I don’t know where to start…but a four year wait is too long. I don’t know where it all went wrong but it started over the weekend.

Sometimes I’d like to think that if my mom was still around, this wouldn’t have happened. Hell, June is like my mom, why did it happen. I’m talking about mother nature’s gift. It seemed as though no on thought to inform me that a girls first period would be this chaotic.

Nance and I had a movie night planned. I hadn’t really talked to her much, only in class, because her new boy toy or whatever—Steve Harrington, was taking up most of her time. I thought this would be a good time to just catch up and gossip, I was wrong. That Friday was horrible. I ended up throwing up, getting the chills, my body ached to no end. But I was still determined to make movie night happen, especially since June and Teddy were gone for the weekend.

As I was dying on the couch, Nancy finally showed up. But to my disappointment, it was only to cancel. Her and Steve were going out on their first date. I don’t know if it was how hot I was feeling or my intestines twisting, but black spots started clouding my vision. I just remember her screaming for Steve and once I knew it, I woke up in the hospital.

What I’m about to write, I’ll say with confidentiality…probably because I’m the only one reading this. Whatever.

A period is probably normal for all females. What’s not normal is having to go to the hospital and having your best friend’s boyfriend make fun of you because the doctor called you a late bloomer. I mean, she apologized but, if I could’ve just died on that bed, I wouldn’t be here.

Even June lectured me when I interrupted her weekend getaway. The whole ride home she kept complaining and saying ‘how could I not know’ and ‘you just gave us another unnecessary bill’. Like, sorry my baby’s natural response has ruined something for you.

Fuck. That’s not even the worst part. When Monday came back around, everyone was looking at me when I walked in. I know how cliche it sounds after what had just happened but knowing how popular Harrington was and who his friends were, he had already told the whole school by now. During gym, Carol and a few other girls threw pads and tampons at me. I got called ‘Bloody Mary’ and ‘Leak Freak’ in the hallways, at lunch, and anytime anyone had the chance. I tried to stay strong, I even hoped Nancy would say something to me during class or at least when she saw me but she just looked at me with sympathetic eyes. It’s just hard to believe that a few weeks ago, everything was fine. We were making fun of our teacher, gossiping with Barb, and even went shopping but I guess things change. Now when I look at her I’m just consumed with rage.

Jonathan has been supportive, though. The evening I got out of the hospital, he had actually brought over some of my favorite snacks and listened to me cry all night. Even when the mocking was bad, he’s stuck by my side. He’s told some kids to fuck off, walks me to class, and I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong but knowing that I have to wake up and go through it again doesn’t really ease my pain.

I feel like my chances of making friends and actually joining some clubs are ruined. When I try talking to some new, they give me dirty looks. When I go to ask about different clubs, they turn me away. I’ve lost hope. Thought this was suppose to be a fresh start but I guess not.

And just to add more salt to the wound, I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes and drift to away, I’m met with such an unsettling environment. The atmosphere is thick, groggy, red. It’s coated in fog, but a man I’ve never seen before always walks through it. He says his name is Henry, he starts talking about my worries and pain. It’s always the same—he says he’s ‘there to help me’, he’s there to ‘take away the pain because he knows what it’s like’. I truly don’t know what has caused my subconscious to create things like this but I guess I’m just tired of feeling like shit.

I don’t even know why I bother keeping a journal around. Sometimes I feel like I won’t even be here in the future to reminisce on the shitty days like this. Why would I even? I guess it’s just easier to write these things down than having to say them out loud. I thought I’d be able to make my sister, aunt, cousin, and friends proud, but I’m starting to think I’m just not cut out for this.

Closing the diary, the blonde places it back in the shoebox you hid it in. Pushing it back under your bed, standing from the place he sat. A satisfied smirk on his face.

He’d been following your turmoil closely, knowing that this was just the turning point. Your struggles were feeding into his plans. This entry was straw that broke the camels back—your vulnerabilities, your fears, and your desperations. It was almost too easy.

“Your suffering is almost poetic,” Henry said to himself, walking out of your room, your house, determined to take action now. He planned to finally confront you, to force you to acknowledge the full extent of what your destiny could be with his help—with what he had to offer.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Cool About It

Summary: Natalie Scatorccio might be the meanest girl you know, and somehow, you've fallen for her.

Notes: please be kind this is my first fic! Not proofread. Also it's just a pretty slow burn.

"You should totally do it, y/n," Tai said to you from across the table, "I mean, you already know like half the team. And it's not like you have anything more important to do."

"Wow, Taissa. Wow. Maybe I do have more important things to do. Did you ever consider that?" You replied, taking a bite of your sandwich.

By 'it', you both meant managing the soccer team. Tai and Lottie had both been bugging you about it for months, essentially since school started. At first, it was to meet new people. Then, it was to hang out with them. Now, it's because you have nothing better to do.

"If by important, you mean spending your stepdad's money, then I guess you do have more important things to do."

"Rude, but fair. It's not my fault he gave me a credit card with no limit. Trying to buy my love or whatever."

You had moved to Wisayok at the beginning of your senior year, because your mom remarried, and your stepdad couldn't move because of his job. Coincidentally, it was also because of your stepdad that you met Lottie and Taissa. Lottie's dad and your stepdad were business partners, so you two were forced to hang out pretty often. Luckily, you got along well. Then Lottie introduced you to Tai, and you three had pretty much been inseparable since.

"Look, y/n, please just manage the team. What else are you gonna do when Lottie and I both have practice, huh?" She asks.

She kind of has you there. Sure, you have other friends, but they're either also on the soccer team, or not 'hang out outside of school' friends.

"Damn, really pulling the loser card on me are you." You replied with a look of mock-hurt on your face.

"If the shoe fits."

"Fine. I'll do it"

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"And this year, coming on as a new manager, is y/n y/l/n. I want you treating her with respect," coach Ben announced to the Yellowjackets on the first day of practice.

You looked around at the girls standing in front of you. Obviously, you knew Lottie and Tai. But you also knew Van. Mostly because of Taissa's insane crush on her, but you two also had a few classes together.

Shauna you also knew, but that was because you'd been paired up for a project in world history, and you got along pretty well. Jackie, of course, was team captain and Shauna's best friend. You didn't know much else about her, but she seemed fine.

Laura Lee, on the other hand, you decided to avoid at all costs. You knew she was religious as hell, and you didn't feel like being told that "god wanted you to be straight". Sure, Lottie told you that she was okay, but sometimes Lottie didn't have the best judgement.

That left Natalie. You had no idea what she was like. You knew she was friends with Van, but that was about it. Honestly, she kind of scared you.

"Hey! I'm y/n, nice to meet you all!" You said with a smile, attempting to look each of the girls in the eyes. Most of them just stared blankly back at you, but Shauna gave an encouraging smile.

This was going to be interesting.

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By the third week of attending practices, you'd figured most of the girls out.

Van was the team goofball. Constantly cracking jokes, trying to get people to laugh. The two of you clicked instantly, your humor just matched. You made it your lives mission to make fun of Taissa as often as possible.

Laura Lee was sweet, you had to admit, but she was a bit pushy in her religious thoughts. You weren't too upset, though. At least she hadn't tried to get you to date boys.

Shauna was just the sweetest. Definitely the team mom. She was the most welcoming to you when you were first getting started as manager, and you really appreciated it.

Jackie was a lot sometimes, but she also just believed so wholeheartedly in the team and their abilities. You admired that about her.

And Natalie? She was kind of a mess. But you felt inexplicably drawn to her. Maybe it was the messy hair, or her smudged eyeliner. Or maybe it was that you couldn't figure her out, but you wanted to.

"Y/n snap out of it. We have to leave soon," Lottie yelled at you.

"Oh shut it. I just have to put shoes on. Plus, it's a party. No one shows up on time." You replied, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah, but we have to pick up Van and Nat. And if we don't leave soon, we'll be too late for it to be socially acceptable." Taissa pulled on a jacket.

"You just want to see your girlfriend," you said, drawing out the word. Tai's brown skin flushed a dark pink. Everyone had noticed the two of them hanging out more and more. Of course, you were happy for them.

"Don't act like you don't look at Natalie like you want to bang her brains out. Tai's not the only one with a crush."

"Enough, both of you. We seriously have to leave." Tai's voice kept you from making a comment about Lottie and Laura Lee.

"Don't wanna keep your girlfriend waiting!"

"Shut it, y/n"

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"Y/n, Lottie, Tai, good evening ladies. Y/n, thank you for driving. I owe you my life." Van's voice bounced through your little sedan as she got into the car.

You laugh, throwing your head back a bit.

"Of course, Van. It gives me an excuse to not drink."

"Wait, you don't drink?" Nat asked, sounding like she thought you were insane.

"I don't drink at parties, at least not ones with a lot of people I don't know. It's not really my thing," you reply, attempting to keep your tone even. You knew that some people found your aversion to drinking odd, but honestly you didn't care.

"Damn Nat, don't insult the driver. She might just leave your ass," Van joked, quickly shifting the mood.

"Oh, she'll do it too," Lottie added, "I wouldn't test her."

"Maybe it's your ass I'd leave. Ever think of that?"

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You were standing in the kitchen, sipping a Diet Coke when Shauna walked up to you.

"Hey, y/n. I didn't really expect to see you here. You don't seem like the party type."

You smile at her. "I'm not. But Tai and Lottie roped me into it. I think they just wanted someone to drive them home, honestly."

Now it was Shauna's turn to smile at you. "I'm sure that's not the only reason."

"You're probably right about that."

"Where are they, anyway? You'd think after convincing you to come to a party they'd at least hang out with you."

"I seriously have no idea. I don't care though, as long as I can find them when it's time to leave."

"Let's go find them. Or at least one of them. You shouldn't be standing here alone at a party you didn't even want to go to."

"Shauna, you're being really nice and all, but you should go have fun. I don't mind being here alone."

"Are you sure? Because if not I could-" before Shauna could finish, Natalie walked up to the both of you.

"Shauna, leave the poor girl alone." Natalie leaned up against the kitchen counter.

"Don't be a bitch, Nat."

"Hey, let's not fight in the kitchen. Nat's right, though, Shauna. You don't have to stay here with me."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. Plus, now I have found someone to talk to." You gesture towards Natalie and smile at Shauna. She looks as if she's not totally sure if she's believes you, but she walks away anyway.

Once she's out of sight, you turn to Nat. "Thanks for saving me, but you didn't have to be mean to her. She just wants to make sure everyone's having a good time."

She scoffs, "that wasn't mean."

You roll your eyes, "sure," you say, and turn to walk away.

"Hey, wait."

"Dude, I know you don't really want to spend your time here talking to me. You don't have to pretend like you do."

For a moment, Natalie almost looks hurt. Before you can tell for sure, her face changes and she's smirking at you.

"You're right. Go find Lottie and follow her around like a puppy. I know that's what you want to do anyway."

You don't even dignify her with a response, and just walk away for real this time. You spot Lottie from across the room, and almost walk over to her, but then you remember Nat's words. They shouldn't have affected you the way they did, but you look back to see if Natalie's watching you.

When you turn around, she looks you right in the eyes and smirks, almost daring you to go over there. Part of you wants to, to prove that you don't care what she thinks. The other part wants to show her that you don't just exist around Lottie.

After a few minutes of internal struggle, the latter part wins out. You turn away from Lottie, and walk towards the back porch, hoping to spot Tai or Van.

Luckily for you, Van wasn't far away. You make your way over to her, half hoping that Natalie is still watching you. You want to show her that you do have friends, and she can fuck all the way off.

"Hey, y/n, enjoying your first Wisayok party? Isn't it grand? Everything you hoped it would be and more?" Van asked, obviously messing with you.

"Oh yeah. Shitty music. Shittier company. My ideal Friday night."

Van laughs. "I'm honestly surprised you even came. Tai talks about how much you hate things like this all the time."

"What do I talk about?" Tai approached the both of you, handing a cup of what you assumed to be beer to Van.

"How anti-party y/n is."

"I'm not anti-party. I'm ant-most of the people at them."

"God, you sound like Natalie. I swear you two would get along so well if she gave you a chance," Van said.

"I don't think she wants to give me a chance. Honestly I don't care. If she wants to believe I'm some perfect stuck-up little princess, I don't give a shit. She doesn't know me." You take another sip of your drink.

"She doesn't think that. Everyone knows you're not stuck up. She just doesn't like new people very much." Van looked at Taissa, as if for confirmation.

"Van's right. She didn't speak to like half the team until halfway through the season our freshman year. Although, I'm still not totally sure she's warmed up to everyone. She might still hate Jackie."

"Fabulous. Jackie and I can start a club."

"Y/n." Tai gave you a look that would make even a tree wither.

"Can you imagine that? Me and Jackie starting a 'Natalie hates us' club?"

"I'm sure Jackie has much better things to do. I also don't think Natalie hates you. I think you kind of intimidate her," Van said offhandedly, as if that was widely known information.

"Yeah, my great tits and winning personality intimidate Natalie Scatorccio, who half the time shows up to class high, or drunk, or both. I'm pretty sure I couldn't intimidate a worm. Much less Nat." You laugh, trying to imagine Natalie being intimidated by you.

"Maybe not the personality, but definitely the tits."

"Why are we talking about y/n's tits? Do I want to know?" Lottie asked.

"Those two are talking about how intimidated Natalie is by them. Which, if we're judging by how she was staring earlier, I'd agree," Taissa answered.

"Okay, new topic. Can we leave?" You asked the three of them, hoping for a yes. "We can even go back to my place. I just don't want to be here."

"We have to find Nat, but sure," replied Lottie, speaking for the group.

"Do we have to?"

"Y/n, I was joking about leaving her ass when we were in the car. She'd kill me if we left."

"Ugh"

"Come on, loser," said Tai.

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Drunk Natalie was both fun, and your worst nightmare.

"I'm just saying, Nirvana is the best. Nothing and no one beats them. Nothing. And. No one." Van had to support all of her weight, and essentially threw her into the passenger seat of your car.

"I don't want her getting carsick in the back." Van's look almost made you forgive her. Almost.

"I won't get carsick."

"Tell that to the back of Tai's car."

"Okay, assholes. Enough. Get in. Get buckled. Does anyone need me to drop them off, or are we going back to mine?" You ask.

They all chorus 'no's', so you put the car into gear and check that everyone's seatbelts are on. All three in the back seem to be secured, so you turn to Nat. As expected, she hasn't put hers on.

"Natalie, this car doesn't move until you put that seatbelt on.

"Why do you even care?" She glares at you, and it takes everything in you to not hit her.

"Because I don't want anyone to die. Even assholes like you. Don't make me do it for you."

She looks like she wants to defy you again, but she then sees the look on your face and thinks better of it. Soon enough, she's buckled in, and you can finally start your drive home.

"I can't believe we're finally seeing the princess's castle."

Yep. Drunk Natalie was your worst nightmare.

"I can take you home right now. Don't think I won't."

"Oh, I know you will. I just like fucking with you. I like seeing you all pissed off."

"Hi, Nat, it's me, Van, your best friend. Please remember there are other people in the car before flirting with y/n. Thanks." You heard all three of the girls in the back giggling, and your face flushed.

"That wasn't flirting, dumbass. Generally, flirting is done when you like someone."

"Why doesn't drunk Natalie shut the hell up?" You ask, feeling so many different things. On one hand, Natalie was flirting with you, right? She had to be. On the other, why would she flirt with you? She hated you. Unless she really was intimidated by you. God, when you got home you were definitely breaking your 'no drinking' rule.

"Okay, Princess. Whatever you say"

"I said shut up"

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"Never have I ever... fallen for my best friend," Van asked, waiting for someone to take a drink.

For what felt like the millionth time tonight, you were the only one to drink. You guessed it was fair, since you needed to catch up to everyone else. But damn, this vodka was gross.

"Wait, really? Who?" Van looked at you, waiting for a response.

"Someone back home. Her name was Molly. We're still friends, too. She's pretty and blonde, and a little bit of a mess. We just fit in the right way. Didn't work out though. I was a bitch, and I fucked up for a while." You didn't know why you said all of that. That was normally something you kept incredibly close to your chest.

"So not Lottie?" Natalie asked, slurring a bit. You should've just taken her back to her place, but something kept you from doing it. You really regretted that choice now.

"Fuck off. I'm done playing." You get up and stumble a bit, but then gain your balance, "feel free to keep going, but I'm going to bed."

"You aren't gonna share your bed, Princess?"

"Natalie, I will make you sleep outside. Fuck the fuck off."

"God, I was just messing with you. Chill out."

"Okay guys, let's not be hostile. Y/n, go to bed. Honestly, we all should," said Lottie. You shot her a grateful look, and attempted to make your way up the stairs. You didn't make it very far before you face planted. Apparently you had drank more than you thought.

"Shit, y/n, you okay?" Tai shot up from where she was sitting on the floor.

"Fine. I might just sleep on the couch. Apparently I can't walk up the stairs."

Tai and Van help you make your way to the couch, and give you one of the throw blankets. Soon enough, you're passed out.

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You wake up, and it takes you a second to figure out where you are. Then it hits you like a ton of bricks. Literally, your head is pounding, and you remember what happened.

As you sat up, you looked around for you friends. The only person you saw, though, was Natalie. That's when you saw the note. You picked it up, and read it.

'Hey y/n, I took Lottie and Van home, but you and Nat were both still out cold. Sorry I left her, but hungover, tired Natalie isn't something I wanna deal with' -Tai.

God fuck. What a great way to start your day. After a few minutes of agonizing, you decided to get your ass up and make breakfast. You padded to the kitchen and poured yourself a cup of iced coffee, and got out the waffle maker. If you were gonna have to deal with Natalie hungover, you were gonna at least do it caffeinated.

While the waffle maker heated up, you did a quick change into sweats and an old t-shirt, and you washed yesterday's makeup off your face.

By the time you walked back downstairs, the waffle maker was ready, and you began working on the batter while sipping your coffee.

After a while, you heard rustling of blankets in your living room. Soon enough, Natalie was standing in the doorway of your kitchen. Silently, you gestured to the island where you set out a cup of coffee for her.

She walked over and sat down. Smiling softly at you, she picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"I'm making waffles, if you want one."

"Sure."

The way her voice rasped nearly made you drop your cup. Something about it made you want to listen to it forever.

Somehow, you reeled yourself in. Your crush on her was pointless. She hated you. Your waffles weren't going to change that.

For a while, the both of you sat in near silence. She said thank you for the waffle, but that was the extent of your breakfast conversation.

"I should probably leave soon."

"Yeah, sure. Just let me grab my shoes and I can take you."

"It's fine, I can walk."

"You absolutely cannot. It's like 3 miles. And you're wearing platforms."

"I don't need your help."

"I either take you home or you don't leave."

"Why do you even care? I'm nothing but an ass to you, yet you still act like we're friends. Clearly, we're not." Her face is hard, and it takes a lot for you to not cry.

"God fuck, Natalie. Heaven forbid I just be a good person." You stare at her, trying to get her to understand, or at least listen to you.

"I don't want you to be good to me."

"Why. Why not. I try to be good to everyone. Why are you different?" You're nearly yelling now.

"Because, y/n, I don't deserve it."

"Fuck you, Natalie. Fuck you. I'm taking you home. That's it." You walk over to her and look at her in her eyes.

She stares right back. "No, y/n, you're not." She makes a move to get up and walk away, but you grab her wrist and pull her back.

For a moment, she looks like she's going to hit you. Instead, what comes next is completely unexpected. She leans in and kisses you. While you're stunned into silence, that's when she makes her escape.

"I'm leaving, y/n. See you at school on Monday."

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Two days. Two days of sitting in your house, not talking to anyone. Wondering what Natalie was doing. Waiting for her to call. But why would she call. She didn't owe you one. She just kissed you to get you to leave her alone, right? She didn't really like you, right?

You managed to make it through the entire school day without seeing Natalie, and you couldn't tell if it was a blessing or a curse. But you knew you couldn't avoid her at practice. That she couldn't avoid you at practice.

Throughout the whole practice, you watched her. You watched her run drills. You watched her 1v1 Lottie. You watched her scrimmage the JV team. And you watched her not watch you at all.

Finally, practice was over. You hurried to help coach put everything away, hoping to catch Natalie before she left. As you walked to the locker room, you spotted her.

"Natalie, hey, Nat, wait!" You ran over to her, waving. She just kept walking.

"Natalie, come on. We need to talk."

"About what, y/n?" Her tone was icy, and you didn't know why. She was the one who left you.

"Don't do this. Just come with me. Please."

"What am I getting out of this?"

"I don't know, Nat. What does it matter. If you don't like what I have to say, I'll leave you alone. For real." At that, she turns around and looks at you.

"Fine. Where are we going?"

"My car, I guess. Come on, it's over here." The two of you walk in silence to where you're parked, and you unlock the doors. Simultaneously, you both get in.

"What do you want to talk about, y/n?" She sounds bored.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you fucking kissed me, and then ignored me all weekend. I thought you might be dead, Natalie." Your voice was hard, but there was an underlying sadness to it.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I made it home," she joked, expecting you to laugh, or at least roll your eyes.

"Don't be a bitch, you know that isn't all."

"Fine. The kiss wasn't anything. Is that better? I don't have feelings for you. Don't worry about that." Her voice isn't joking anymore.

"Fuck you, Natalie. I can't believe you literally just kissed me to get me to leave you alone. God. Using my crush on you to your advantage like that." You turn away from her, not wanting her to see you tear up.

"Wait. You have a crush on me?" Her voice softens, and you see in the window reflection that she moves to touch your hand, but then seems to think better of it.

"Fucking obviously. Clearly you don't feel the same, which is fine, but you don't have to use me like that."

"Shit, y/n, I'm sorry. I..." she trails off, and you wait for her to finish.

"You what, Natalie? Hm? I can't deal with your bullshit right now. Get out with it."

This time, she does make a move to touch you. She places one hand on yours, and moves the other to the side of your face.

"I lied."

"What?"

"About not having feelings for you." With this, she uses the hand on your face to turn your head towards her. For a moment, you just look at each other, drinking everything in, before she speaks quietly.

"Can I kiss you, for real this time?"

"Yes." Your voice is barely a whisper, but as soon as she has her permission, her lips are on yours. You thread your fingers into her blonde waves, and both of her hands cup your face.

You sit like that for what seems like hours, just kissing and kissing, only stopping to come up for air. You know your lipgloss had to have smeared, but you can't bring yourself to care.

Eventually, though, you stop. When she pulls away, it takes everything in you not to force her lips back on yours.

"That's why I've been such a bitch to you. Because I have feelings for you. And I don't know what to do with them." She almost sounds small saying that, the admission seeming so unlike her.

"Hm. I know how you can make it up to me."

[possibilistfanfiction]

surgeons au word prompt - "breathless"

[early days, also if u like climbing this is a bonus fun one lol]

//

you’re already kind of gassed when beatrice gets to the gym, mostly hanging out on the mat with marco and watching jehan slip from a hold on a new v6 over and over again. 

the first time you met beatrice, a few years ago, when she had just moved and was new to the gym, she had climbed a few lower grades and stretched and then quietly and calmly puzzled her way through a hard v7 that you’d been trying to send for days. she’s, like, totally sick and also really reserved, so it’s extra cool when she sits with you and asks about how your landscaping job is going or how your cat is enjoying the new perch you’d gotten, always remembering the most important parts of all the stupid shit you tell her. 

you — and the rest of the guys, too — have also been trying to set her up for, like, two years now. in your opinion, you’d had the best shot with lucia, who you’d flirted with at the coffee shop next door until she laughed kindly and told you she wasn’t interested in men. which, totally cool, because obviously, no offense to jehan, but his sister kind of sucks, so of course that was going to be a bust with someone as cool as beatrice. 

disappointingly, though, she and lucia had decided to just be friends, a huge bummer because beatrice would’ve had a hot girlfriend and danny would’ve owed you twenty bucks, but it’s cool. she climbs on her days off from work — it’s, like, fucking wild to actually know a surgeon — and blows you all out of the water with what seems like just a moderate amount of effort. 

today, though — in addition to the free barbecue your boss had bought for lunch — fucking rocks, because someone very pretty walks in, holding hands with beatrice and smiling as they talk animatedly, using a cane with most steps but gesturing with it when something in their conversation is extra exciting, which makes beatrice smile a smile you’ve definitely never seen before. she had very briefly mentioned a few weeks ago that she had gone on a first date, blushing profusely when you had gotten excited and then flying up a few routes in quick succession, which had made you laugh. you hadn’t gotten anything else out of her, but you’re not offended because she mostly just listens and climbs, always willing to talk you through a route that you’re struggling with that she’s sent before. 

‘hey beatrice,’ you greet, maybe too eagerly, when she stops by the cubbies to put her clogs and jacket away. 

she smiles though — not the same one as earlier, but definitely kind still. ‘hey sam.’ she turns to the person next to her, who is grinning, bouncing on their toes a little even. ’ava, this is sam, one of my friends here. sam, this is ava.’

there’s no more explanation, and you’re momentarily a little worried that ava’s feelings might get hurt, but their happy expression doesn’t change a bit, and they shake your offered hand enthusiastically.

‘i’ve been asking bea for weeks if i could come watch her climb.’

beatrice, for her part, doesn’t change course from where she’s slipping on her climbing shoes, situating a beanie — typical in general for her, but not this pale blue she has on right now — after she’d taken her hoodie off. her t-shirt is also new, worn and faded from a school you know she definitely didn’t go to, and it’s kind of, like, the best day ever. your mom always reminds you that, sometimes, you come on a little too strong when you’re excited, so you take a deep breath and remind yourself to be totally normal.

‘bea’s amazing,’ you say, normal but honest too. 

ava looks toward beatrice fondly. ‘she told me that she was competent, which, in beatrice translation, means totally fucking awesome.’

you laugh.

‘and,’ ava adds, following when beatrice nods once and then chalks her hands, keeping it all inside her bag so neatly — enviable, always — and then stands, silently, in front of a v3, ‘i imagine it’s, like, really hot.’

thankfully, beatrice doesn’t turn around, so she misses your absolute beaming smile at ava. theoretically you guess they could be friends, but you’ve never seen beatrice voluntarily touch another person in two years, so you think, for someone to get to hold beatrice’s hand, to make her happy like that, probably means they’re something. 

beatrice glides through the route, smooth and patient, just warming up, and ava sits down on the edge of the mat next to you and sighs.’ i love being right.’

you laugh. ‘that’s just a warm up for her too.’ sure enough, beatrice stretches a bit and then climbs up and down two v1s in quick and easy succession. she’s calm and fast; even if you can sometimes send routes she’s, honestly, just a little too short for, you’re fairly certain you never make things look effortless. 

‘are you gonna try climbing?’ you ask, because it’s easy and because ava’s only half paying attention to you anyway. jehan and marco start talking to beatrice about the route they’ve been stuck on, and she puts her hands on her hips and looks at it critically, ava watching the whole time.

‘nah,’ he says. ‘i’ve got a lot of hardware in my spine.’ he turns his back to you, and you see a few scars between his shoulder blades, up to the middle of his neck and going down below the hem of his tank too. 

‘dude, gnarly,’ you say, which, like, whoops, maybe, but you’re super relived when ava just laughs.

‘keeps me up and walking most days, but i don’t think i can do that.’ she gestures over to where jehan has gotten stuck, once again, on an admittedly difficult crimp on the overhang. 

‘well, to be fair,’ you say, as jehan walks over to you both in easy defeat, ‘neither can he.’

‘ha ha,’ he says, then smiles and sits down next to ava, offers his hand and introduces himself. ‘you’re here with beatrice?’

‘yeah,’ ava says, softening a little. ‘i’m her — we’re dating? i guess?’

jehan hums, taking his shoes off for a break and sitting back on his hands. ‘well, we’ve tried to set beatrice up with people for years now, and no one has really gotten past a second date, so i’d say you’re doing great.’

ava laughs, delighted. ‘we’ll circle back to all those failed dates later, because that could definitely be mostly your fault.’

‘hey—‘

‘but, i don’t know.’ ava shrugs. ‘i met her at work and things have just felt, like, really good. easy, even if she’s so quiet sometimes. makes my rambling even worse.’

you all laugh. ‘happens to the best of us,’ jehan says.

‘you’re a surgeon too?’

ava nods, a little pride straightening their spine, lifting their shoulders. ‘i’m still just an intern, but, yeah.’

‘that’s so cool,’ you say, and jehan nods in agreement. ‘jehan’s an engineer —‘

‘— very boring —‘

‘— but i barely graduated high school. i can’t imagine eight years after that, jesus christ.’

ava nods. ‘i have a phd, so even more than that.’

‘jesus christ.’

she just laughs. ‘bea was actually my boss, but i charmed her so much she admitted to the chief of surgery she “had feelings for me” and “needed me to switch to another resident’s service” so she could “pursue something.”’ the air quotes give you a moment of pause but then ava gets all soft. ‘which is awesome, because now we can actually date instead of just, like, yearn or whatever.’

‘ah, the yearning,’ marco says, joining you. ‘sounds gay.’

‘it’s about beatrice,’ you say, ’so, yeah, definitely.’

marco introduces themself and gives ava a high five. ‘are you, like, co-yearning now, or do we need to pester beatrice into committing?’

ava’s smile turns smug. ‘oh, she’s committed.’

the three of you whoop happily, which causes beatrice to turn toward all of you with a glare. it’s not intimidating, though, because her eyes are soft when she looks at ava, who shrugs with a smirk.

‘oh, you’re like, beatrice kryptonite, aren’t you?’ marco asks.

‘maybe she’ll finally get dinner with us tonight then,’ you say, excited about the prospect of beatrice actually coming with you to the brewery next door rather than saying next time again and again. ‘if you’re, like, not busy, obviously.’

ava gets a little distracted by beatrice carefully setting her hands on the wall, but he shakes his head. ‘no, we both have tomorrow off. but you owe me a round if i can convince her.’

‘oh, deal. easy.’

ava returns your fist bump but watches, a little breathless, as beatrice gets to the hold that’s been getting all three of you all afternoon. of course — of course — she breezes right through it, getting a foothold that you’d all missed too to send the route.

‘first try,’ jehan whines. ‘not fair, beatrice.’

she laughs from the top of the wall, then climbs halfway down and lands silently on her feet, walks over to you and sits on the edge of the mat.

‘have they been bothering you?’ she asks.

ava shakes her head, delighted. ‘definitely not. i’ve divulged all of your greatest secrets, though.’

beatrice rolls her eyes but she’s clearly happy, happier than you’ve ever seen her, for sure, comfortable and, when she gets up to do one of the hardest routes in the gym, a horrible v10, marco laughs. ’oh, now she’s just showing off,’ they say.

‘yeah,’ you agree when beatrice decides to just dyno the last hold, totally insane, ‘she never climbs like this just for us.’

‘well,’ ava says, ‘i am prettier, no offense.’

you all laugh, and you finally get the v6 with beatrice talking you through it, ava cheering you on. you climb for an hour longer — mostly, you watch beatrice climb and talk to your friends — until she gives up on a v8 and calls it. 

she sits down next to all of you, the kind of tired only climbing makes you, and slips her shoes off. 

‘bea did a six hour valve replacement today,’ ava says, looking at beatrice with overwhelming affection and easily identifiable pride, nothing hidden. ‘so this was extra crazy.’

‘fucking nuts.’ jehan bumps his knuckles with beatrice, who just looks down at her hands, dusting the remaining chalk off, shy all of a sudden, before she stands and pads over to the cubbies to put her hoodie on and gather her things. 

‘she’s, like, our favorite,’ you say. ‘just so you know.’

ava nods, gentle. ‘yeah. she’s my favorite too. it’s good to meet you guys; she loves coming here, even if she won’t tell you.’

you shrug. ‘she shows us everything we get stuck on, so we know.’

beatrice walks back over to get her shoes and, presumably, also ava. 

‘we were just talking about you,’ ava says with a grin, far, far too confident for beatrice to not be wary of. 

‘hmm?’

‘yeah, how you and i are gonna join your friends for dinner next door.’

‘oh, i — uh, well, we have food at my house, and —‘

ava just bats her lashes and puts a hand on beatrice’s hip, runs her thumb under beatrice’s t-shirt for, like, one whole second, before beatrice gives in.

‘fine,’ she says, not sounding overly enthused but she’s relaxed and happy so it’s all a front anyway. and, this time, gentler: ‘fine.’

ava just kisses her cheek and then turns to the three of you and winks.

‘oh, you’re lethal,’ marco says while jehan laughs.

‘one round on me,’ you tell ava.

‘this was a bet?’ beatrice asks, as indignant as she can possibly be holding ava’s hand carefully and still blushing from being pecked on the cheek. 

‘only a bet if there’s a chance for both sides to win,’ ava says, smug as hell, which makes you laugh. ‘but whatever, i want a burger.’

beatrice sighs. ‘well, then, let’s go, i suppose.’

ava ends up getting free rounds of beers for everyone, somehow charming the server, and beatrice just watches quietly, comfortable and pleased.

‘happy for you, dude,’ you say when marco and jehan are showing ava their favorite pinball machine. 

beatrice smiles, genuine. ‘thank you, sam. i’m sorry if i —‘ she shakes her head — ‘i’m glad we get to climb together.’

‘you’re a dope climber,’ you say, ‘and a dope friend. i’m glad too. and ava’s fucking rad.’

beatrice laughs, looks over to where ava is cheering for herself, succeeding at one level of pinball. ‘yes, he is.’

[mangledscrimp]

HAII GUYSSS,, HERE’S THE REFS FOR HERSHEL TEEN AND RANDALL TEEN DIABOLICAL YURI!!! Wahhh

I know not everyone will like them, but I like them and that’s really all that matters tbh. !!

First with Hershel!

Writing out the bullet points so it’s easier to read!

•She isn’t that interested in archeology but her dad encourages it since he has a fond for it as well! Roland loved to adventure in his prime and he wants Hershel to experience something like that as well.

•She has pcos. Ok guys, listen to me okay…she’s..she’s literally me..okay..?,,,I gave her pcos because I wanna feel a better about myself okay..okay…and that I think it would add more to her character okay bye

•Fond of puzzles because of her father and friends. Randall is quite the encourager when it comes to puzzles, especially with Hershel. Hershel has grown to like solving puzzles the more she bonds with her dad and Randall.

•Going to the library with Randall. Hershel enjoys when Randall brings her along for library trips and shows her the cool archeological text books. Though she still finds it a bit strange since Angela and Alphonse tend to find it weird how Randall usually just wants to hang out more with her instead of them. But, she tends to overlook that and continue to have fun with Randall! Even when it’s just reading a book or two!

•Going by the Sapphic label. She has the need to feel like she should be attracted to men as well at her age, but she doesn’t really have that wired very well in her brain. Her mother suggests she should allow herself to be open to roughly anything that comes her way.

not in the picture but, Hershel’s nationality is Barbadian/Bajan and puerto rican lolllll bc I felt like it tehe (though, Hershel would call herself Barbadian because she doesn’t live in Barbados)

,, Also not in the picture but she is 17years old!!

•Notes;

-Her design changed a lot through development, at first I wanted her hair to be how it is normally, a small but long poofy hair, but I think the hair as a small fro is a good call back to Hersh teen original design

-Another example would be me trying to figure out what color her vest should be, eventually I got it down to be blue vest with a red tie, but in the beginning I was debating on keeping the original color pallet

Now with Randall!!

I feel like u guys might hate me for this one but..ehhhhh,,,i don’t really give a fart…

yeahg this ref is like. huge huge. okay. be nice…

As always, writing out bullet points and explaining some,

•Her glass lenses are fake, she tries to look like her dad most of the time since he’s a very known archeologist in this au. Though he was lost very long ago, when Randall was about 5 years old. He was also with Angela’s brother but, that’s another story!

•The two “mom makes her shave” bullets. Rosa, Randall’s mother, is quite the horrible woman. Randall started to develop facial hair that looked similar to her father when puberty hit, so she made her shave so Randall wouldn’t look like the man that left their family for his archeological studies. Even though that wasn’t his choice. Randall quite likes her facial hair but when her mom nags her about it, she’ll feel self conscious. This is why she wears her bandana! Though, as it says in the photo, Her mom lets her keep her hair sometimes if it’s not as noticeable.

•Randall is Mexican!! I really like the mexican hispanic randall headcanon, it’s my favorite, so I wanted to give it to Randyyy in this au!!

•Purses archeology to be more like her dad. Randall does this mostly in secret with Hershel in the library. Her mother wouldn’t want her taking the same path as her father so she does it with Hershel because she know Hershel wouldn’t disclose that to her mother.

•Randall is a closeted lesbian. Ohhhh she’s like. Deep in a glass closet, all of her friends know but they don’t want to tell her that they know. Her mom doesn’t know since Randall is so afraid to tell her mom about what she and Hershel do and she’s afraid to invite Hershel over to her home because she fears that Hershel would tell her mother the things that they do together (archeology reading time in the library)

•She’s quite awkward since Hershel arrived in stansbury and started attending school. Angela and Alphonse noticed it pretty quickly. Randall would usually have her jacket on with the buttons up, with only two left off of course, but that really started to change the more she got comfortable with Hershel around.

•She also has. pcos. OKAY HEAR ME OUT IN THIS ONE OKAY GUYS :< ,, she has pcos and a condition that can come with pcos called Hirsutism !! Hirsutism is excessive hair growth in certain areas like the chest, arms, legs and face! Randall has hair a lot in those places, she doesn’t shave anywhere but her face. She just doesn’t find the appeal to it!

•Yes..Jade Harley is an inspiration to..her..don’t ask me why..I don’t even homestuck, it’s just for hair anyways lolsss

not in the picture,, Randall is 17 years old tehe

Here’s some outfit stuff for toggles and other things lallaaaaaa, also! The stripe on her shirt would go around fully, not just the front.

ALSO!! Oh my god when making Randy ref and finishing someone,,, definitely not any spherical wizard of sorts,, said that it looked like Randall’s wall that he put all his ideas and stuff on with all the doodles on Randall’s ref page and I was just. Wow. entirely correct. So I did this;

i’m going to DIEEEE after posting this oh my god

i was laughibggghhh my ass off making that. I’m fully convinced that Randall would draw in that yuri art style and still not think she’s a lesbian.

Angela so real for that honestly like how are they not. Also alphonse shirt..happy puppy…Henry don’t gaf.

[foundfam2754]

if criminal minds was a family, my pov

disclaimer: this doesn't include every character from every season, but on the characters that I connected with and fit with my headcanons the most -- i.e., these aren't fact, just how i see it <3

also i.e., pls pls don't be mad if we have different headcanons

the basics:

aaron hotchner: father, single dad, can be strict but will always listen to and be there for his kids, doesn't smile very often but has the BEST, most contagious laugh

david rossi: cool, fun uncle, gave the kids their first sip of alcohol (only when they're 21 though), the more 'chill adult', a playboy, but finally married their aunt krystall who is their favorite

derek morgan-hotchner: oldest child & son, very protective of his siblings, a little bit of a playboy but does settle down, smart without trying

emily prentiss-hotchner: nicknames are em and ems, second oldest, oldest daughter, very smart (smarter than her little brother spencer sometimes) and the most emotionally intelligent of the siblings though this surprises most people because she's very rebellious and very private - opens up to people but with time

jennifer jareau-hotchner : nicknames are JJ and jaje, middle child, quiet and responsible, very popular athlete, surprisingly kind of a badass when her family or friends (especially her little brother and sister) are hurt

spencer reid-hotchner: nickname is spence, youngest son, penelope's twin, very smart with an IQ of 187 and very sensitive, sometimes gets bullied but always protected by older brother derek, a bit nerdy like his twin

penelope garcia-hotchner: nickname are pen, penny and garcie, youngest child and daughter, spencer's twin, a little bit loud and boisterous at times but also very sensitive and kind, great at computers and majored in comp-sci in college

tara lewis, matt simmons, luke alvez: triplets, but not related to the hotchners, though they have been family friends with them for years and are treated as family

luke: very popular, football player and jock but not a playboy at all, a little quiet and secretly a nerd, LOVES musicals and baking

tara: very smart, loves psychology and crime-thrillers, very funny and and a bit of a smart-alec, loves teasing her little brother luke

matt: nickname is matty, very mature, very kind and very responsible, also a football player with his brother, often breaks up the arguments between tara and luke when one or the other takes it too far

other details of the headcanon

aaron is currently dating beth who will hopefully be the family's step-mom soon (aaron has been planning to propose for a long time and the kids keep teasing their dad that it'll never happen)

though derek is a playboy all throughout high school, he eventually settles down with a smart girl on the pre-med track in college named savannah

derek often gets into fights with his dad, especially when he was younger, but that's happens less as he gets older and when he finds comfort in savannah

JJ's been dating her high-school sweetheart, Will, since freshman year, they've already started planning how many kids they want and their names (as it stands: 2 boys and a girl, henry, michael and maggie)

matt has also been dating kristy forever, since high-school and they both want a big family

emily, jj and tara are an unlikely trio of best friends; emily has only ever told the other two her biggest fear

derek, matt and luke are also best friends and often include spencer in their hang-outs

penelope and luke were very 'will they, won't they' for a long time because penelope often resisted luke's charm because she was afraid of getting hurt, but eventally start dating and are everyone's favorite couple

penelope dated a bunch of assholes before luke (kevin, shane, tyler) and is part of the reason why she was afraid to date luke -- luke is aware of this and does her best to treat her like a queen

spencer just started dating max but can see himself marrying this girl; max has helped him come out of his shell

spencer is the older twin by 5 minutes and often holds this over penelope's head

matt is the oldest triplet, then tara and then luke (who is the baby and treated as such by his siblings)

spencer and penelope are built-in best friends and watch doctor-who, marvel and star-trek marathons together -- max and luke join these when each couple starts dating

tara, luke and matt often see aaron/dave as parental figures and lean on them for support

they are all very protective of each other, but everyone is the most protective of penelope

tara and penelope call luke 'lukey' as a nickname to bug him, but he secretly loves it

the eight kids (penelope, luke, matt, tara, emily, jj, spencer, derek) don't have that much of an age gap between them so they are all very close, hang-out a lot and very much fit the found-family trope

dave and aaron take the kids (including matt, tara and luke) on a family trip every year -- 2024 is going to be a beach trip

Okay, I have a lot more, but these are some :) love to hear your thoughts on this

[girl-named-matty]

How's about HL boys reacting to finding out male!MC is Spiderman?

bro this was SUCH a cute and fun request, tysm. it made my childhood marvel heart very happy and I just had a blast writing it 😂❤️💙🖤

there's some references in here 👀

Sebastian:

Bro is flabbergasted 

Not only is Spider-Man cool–but now Spider-Man is cool AND his best friend. 

He immediately asks a million questions but they aren’t accusatory, he’s just so stoked and super excited. His nerdy little heart is absolutely soaring right now. 

And if he got his way, MC would be up all night answering his questions.

Of course, he quickly becomes the “guy in the chair” so to speak and he’s basically MC’s right-hand man. 

Occasionally he convinces MC to let him tag along and see the chaos action firsthand. 

Obviously, he strongly cares about MC’s safety as well. Fighting bad guys all day is tiring and extremely dangerous. 

But I mean, this is MC we’re talkin’ about. He’ll be completely fine. 

Ominis: 

To be honest, he kind of already knew. 

Or he at least knew SOMETHING was up. 

Just like how MC has spidey sense, Ominis has his own sense, so to speak. AKA knowing when his friends are out doing something stupid. 

So, “Mom-friend” senses, basically. 

At first, he’s pretty concerned. I mean, he’s heard about all of the crazy things Spider-man does and to know that it's MC, it’s a little worrying. 

But all goes well and really, Ominis is just super proud of MC for what he’s doing. Ominis has always had a strong sense of morality and believes that you should try and help those who can’t help themselves. 

It was just great to know that someone else was trying hard to do the same thing. 

Garreth: 

You think Sebastian was surprised? Wait until you hear about Garreth. 

He found out completely by accident. He came over to hang out and suddenly MC was crawling through the window in a Spider-Man suit. 

CRAWLING THROUGH THE WINDOW IN A SPIDER-MAN SUIT!!

RIP the Lego Death star

He almost screamed, to be honest. He hates spiders. (also he had no idea who was literally crawling THROUGH THE WINDOW!!) 

But then MC rips off his mask and tries to calm him down before he grabs the attention of the people downstairs. 

A billion questions, honestly. Garreth would not shut up. But he was just so curious!! 

To be honest, he thinks MC is more brave for getting bit by a spider and not freaking out than going and fighting bad guys. 

Because obviously spiders = worse than bad guys. 

Weasley logic. 

Leander:

He thought it was a prank at first, honestly. 

Like a really elaborate, well-thought-out, somehow MC managed to crawl on the walls kind of prank. 

Then he realized he was absolutely being an idiot for thinking that this could be some sort of a prank and then he kinda freaked out. 

I meannn, Spider-Man is kinda his idol, you know?? 

And the fact that he knows MC personally? Wow. That’s the kind of stuff he’d write in his diary about. 

He always wants to hear about what MC is doing out there in the suit. Sometimes he forgets to be concerned because he thinks it's just so cool. 

He's a fanboy fr

Amit:

Terribly worried at first, nerdy about it later. 

MC accidentally practically scared Amit’s skeleton out of his skin when he came crawling in on the ceiling. 

MC’s defense was “It’s fun” as Amit was quite literally clutching his chest and hyperventilating. 

After the initial scare, he asked so many questions. And once he was sure MC was completely safe, then the nerdy questions started rolling in. 

Who modified the spider that bit MC? What abilities and powers did MC have now?? 

Then after MC is like “Uhh I have no idea it was a random spider” of course, Amit has to investigate this himself. 

He finds all of the info overnight, basically, and helps MC reach his full potential. 

Best boy ever tbh.

[thehistoriangirl]

my mexican twin.... I DEMAND MORE LATINX READER X VIKTOR!! (politely) i think its just fun to see representation even in lil silly fics hehe

TWINSIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I SUMMON YOU!!!!!

For now I have some headcanons I would love to write into fics but I haven't had the inspiration to do it as prettily as I wish to 😭😭 I hope you like them 💛💛💛

Okay so the headcanons:

Viktor x Latinx gn!Reader (SFW)

TW: These are Mexican-related (bc I'm Mexican lol), but some can apply to different Latin cultures! :3

He DEFS gains a few pounds once you two start dating

Like either because YOU feed him (sometimes against his will bc he's """soooooo busy""" (shoving him a torta de milanesa during his lunchtime)

Or because YOUR FAMILY feeds him once you present him over. Imagine your cool grandma/cool aunt inspecting it with 😱😱😱😱 faces because MY MAN IS SO SCRUNKLY. It's a family's duty to up some pounds on those bones

And he enjoys to be being pampered you know, I imagine him like the classic "Oh but I'm full already 🥺" when you put another bowl full of pozole in front of him, and then he says he's only eating it for peer pressure around the table--but that's. a LIE!!!!

Yall can't tell me he doesn't get a round bump after a particularly yummy party. He's like starting to doze off on the table like a baby after eating his fourth tamal during your cousin's XV años.

Even if at night he's like 🥺🥺🥺 "my love my tummy hurts" (for the spice, idk why i headcanon he can get gastritis really easily lkfhjdklfjf) and here it goes the milk remedy winkwink

Also pan de dulce 👀👀👀 he falls in love with pan de dulce istg, and he can eat it with milk????? sign him the fuck up. The same with pastel de tres leches

Also he starts to mumble songs in bad Spanish--an idea @apuwu had talked with me over Discord before JKDJHDFJKFJH. My man is just vibing without knowing the grisly lyrics behind a seemingly happy tune

But you prefer not to tell him because he just looks so adorable mumbling it mindlessly while working <3333

He doesn't dance much bc his legs hurt if he keeps putting pressure on it during too long, but you can definitely coarse him into dancing one or two.

Otherwise he just likes to watch you dance, even if you don't really know how to/are a lil bit clumsy. You look very happy dancing with your family/friends that he gets smitten all over again

He's kinda scarred for life once he saw kids breaking a piñata during one of your nephews' birthdays & un bolo during a baptism (where the hosts throw money so the guests could pick it up) (iykyk)

He started to watch telenovelas by mistake. Like maybe you were watching one or just putting it like white background noise while doing something else.

And at first he was like 🙄🙄🙄 "if the characters would do X thing or Z, this problem would be easily resolved/this problem wouldn't exist", and you tell him that it is for the 💥d r a m a💥

As it happened to the best of us when you're hanging out in the living room and your mom is watching a telenovela---Viktor just gets HOOKED. He doesn't know when it happened or how but he is invested

Sometimes you arrive home from a date with your friends and find Viktor and Jayce watching a telenovela on the couch

[For context, in my lil derange mind, in a contemporary AU Jayce is Latino. No i will not elaborate thank you]

He helps you make the Día de Muertos ofrenda <3333 he just loves to gets all craftsty and he's so interested about the concept that he even brings a photos of his passed family members. May even cook something they liked to put it in there alongisde yours :3

For now that's all! I hope to make some short fics with these soon! Like during Independence's Day KDJFDJKFJHF <3

[arafinweanappreciation]

I hope this doesn't annoy you but I saw your post about Finarfin interacting with his babies like they're small adults and became obsessed with it (change my life so much bro). I hope you don't mind but I want to ask for more fluff/headcanons about the House of Finarfin, especially with the fact that you went with the Orodreth-son-of-Angrod (I love that shit) so now I am desperate for more.

ajsldkjh thanks???? also don't worry. i don't get anywhere near enough asks for them to be annoying lol

Olwe lovingly handcrafted a beautiful cradle for his great-grandchild but it basically never gets used because Orodreth is constantly either being held by someone or in a sling on someone's chest

Finrod has a particular tendency to steal him for hours at a time. it's his first nibling and he's a little excited. Angrod and Edalote have trouble getting him back sometimes

"i need him back, it's time for him to have a bath" "i can do it" "give me my son back ingoldo" "would you deprive him of quality time with his favorite uncle?????? 🥺" "favorite? he can't even walk yet-"

i would say that Earwen forced her sons to take their little sister with them everywhere when they were younger but in reality they willingly toted her around all the time. sometimes to activities (e.g. hunting) that their parents would prefer she didn't participate in just yet *cough cough* AEGNOR *cough*

Finrod is in fact Galadriel's favorite brother most of the time but if anyone tells him this she will Stab them

Finrod might be more nerd than jock but if anyone makes fun of him over this they will face his siblings' wrath because they're the only ones allowed to do that, of course. go after Turgon all you want tho (lying. you will still get beat up)

tbh the Arafinwean household just wasn't that loud growing up, but there's a still a distinct difference between quiet time silence and mischief silence (TM). finarfin can detect it in approximately 0.3 seconds. still not fast enough sometimes

that first part doesn't hold up in beleriand. Finduilas has LUNGS and she considers it her Eru-given obligation to use them. Fingon thinks it's cute. he isn't the one raising her

one of the reasons Angrod and Aegnor like hanging out with Fingon when they're younger is bc he's older than Finrod and can therefore override his "safety concerns," whatever that means lol. it's the cousin equivalent of knowing mom will say no and going to ask dad instead

Galadriel is the cool aunt who enjoys spoiling Orodreth and later Finduilas whenever possible. like okay yeah maybe her parents don't want her going down to ivrin by herself yet or whatever but how much could it hurt really???

after she has Celebrian she realizes she might have a few apologies to make. still not very many. they asked her to babysit they trusted her to make decisions at their own risk.

prank wars with the nolofinweans

just. consider eldarin prank wars. they could last for centuries

[the-spaced-out-ace]

hi im literally insane. so insane uhhh can you tell me about the good place au. the ted as eleanor on. just when you get a chance!!

Also tagging @awigglycultist and @rbvcdeluxe since y'all expressed interest too

Right. I've played with casting a bit over the past few years but the gist is this: Ted dies, as he is so prone to do, but Tinky thinks up a fun new game he can play with this timeline's Ted (torturing him by making him think he's in Heaven even though he's in the Box/Black and White). So Ted wakes up in an office, gets told by this goat looking office guy he's in The Good Place, and he can spend the rest of eternity in total bliss because he was just that extraordinary.

At first he's thinking "man the bar is low but also i was just that fuckin' cool so I'm not gonna say anything" but the longer he hangs out with sniggles and other Teds that are pretending to be way better than they actually are, mans gonna break and tell someone he doesn't belong.

uhhh this is where the casting gets a bit muddled for me. Linda as Tahani feels like a no-brainer to me, and I always thought it would be a little funny if Paul 23 and Emdroid were Jason and Janet but that's not concrete, it's just silly. The character playing Chidi's whole "helping Ted improve" role changes sometimes. Usually I picture Bill, but lately I've been considering something that would objectively torture Ted more: Jenny.

Anyway, I don't think Tinky would fully redeem himself like Michael does, but he'd still let the humans get rebooted/fight back as part of the game, only to get frustrated when they all actually improve in the new timeline (sidenote: instead of the episode where Eleanor calls out her mom for her shitty childhood and tries to get her to be better to her new stepdaughter, I'm kinda picturing Ted going to visit a freshly graduated and recently moved to college Pete to try to repair any damage he might have caused to their relationship through his sleazeball tendencies in the first timeline).

Webby's the Judge.

I'm so sorry if this is incoherent I've never tried to put any of this into words before but fr this au comes back to me about twice a year and it's kinda exciting to have an ask about it like?? idk doing my best

[sirianasims]

As I dressed and fed the girls, I thought about what Samuel had said. I would have liked to see Charlie’s band. I would have liked to go out and have some fun with my husband for once, the two of us, seeing other grownups.

As much as I loved Hailey and Ivy, they didn’t make for very stimulating conversation. At best, I got some hot gossip about which farm animals said what, or endless strings of “Why?”. And then I had Amelia over for tea every once in a while, but I hadn’t actually gone out for years.

Fuck it. I had decided. I was going to see Charlie’s band play, be around other people, have actual conversations. Even if it had to be without Samuel.

Luckily, Amelia was able to babysit despite the short notice.

I spent the day tidying the house. If Charlie was coming for dinner tomorrow, I wanted everything to be perfect.

Or rather, I needed someone to look at my life and tell me that everything was perfect. I wasn’t sure I believed it myself any longer.

After feeding the girls dinner, I went to the closet to find out what to wear. I’d never been to one of Charlie’s concerts. I wasn’t even sure exactly what kind of music his band played. I did, however, remember how Charlie used to dress. He was all black and leather, skulls and chains.

Edgy.

Not exactly the kind of stuff I had in my closet. Everything I owned was either old athletic wear or screamed stay-at-home mom.

I could definitely have used Jessica’s help for this, she’d come up with something. I missed her. We talked on the phone sometimes, but I hadn’t seen her in ages.

I finally settled on some worn out jeans and found an old black shirt in Samuels’s side of the closet. He hadn’t worn it in years, it was too small. I just never got around to getting rid of it.

I still didn’t look like a forgotten band member of The Shrieking Llamas, but it was the best I could do.

I hung back when I arrived at the concert, feeling very out of place. Everyone looked like they were used to going out, except me.

The music was good. I knew Charlie wrote most of the songs, and he definitely had talent.

He hadn’t changed much since I saw him at the wedding, but he still looked different. Like he enjoyed himself. As if he was in his true element here, and just slightly uncomfortable everywhere else.

When they were done, I intercepted him as he got off the stage.

“Charlie! You were great up there.”

“Freya! Where’s Sam, is he not with you?”

I shook my head.

“He says to tell you he’s very sorry, but he had to work.”

A shadow crossed Charlie’s face.

“Always so dutiful, my brother. Come inside and hang out with us for a bit.”

He led me to a room on the first floor of the building, and I talked to the singer, Kari, for a bit. She seemed nice, if slightly intimidating. I’d never be that effortlessly cool, not in a million years.

Charlie offered me a beer, but I declined and just listened as he and Kari discussed the concert.

I tried to follow their small talk. It was interesting to get a glimpse of a life so different from my own.

I wondered if I had missed out on something by choosing the path I did, but I also felt extremely out of place.

An hour later, both Kari and Charlie were getting a bit drunk and smoking something. I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, like a spectator. I wanted to go home.

“Charlie, it’s getting late and I have my neighbour watching the girls. Will we see you for dinner tomorrow?”

“Sure! Actually, I should walk you home, you never know what kind of people might be lurking in the dark.”

He quickly changed into a less ridiculous shirt and we left.

beginning / previous / next

[sungbeam]

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞?

nonidol!bang chan x gn!reader

1.2k words, angst if you *squint*, comfort elements, sipping beer lol, mentions of an uncomfy situation (not by chan tho), i have an addiction to the night and beaches, barely proofread i feel like half the imagery is repetitive :')

a/n: mom, i love him 🫂 for the love of chris bang and @loveliestfelix

The clinking of beer bottles twinkled in your ears like chimes to the accompaniment of the rushing tide down the beach. There was something wholly different about being at the beach at night. Something about the infinite darkness called out to you; the horizon was never in sight, but you knew it was there. The sounds the waves made when it was its darkest hour were also its calmest. 

The bonfire you had started in the small pit fizzled and crackled. Bang Chan appeared beside you, lowering himself to the sand with a sigh. He handed you one chilled bottle of beer. “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew how to start a fire,” he said while admiring the embers burning steadily before him. 

You smiled slightly to yourself, thanking him for the beer, before taking a sip. You said, “Yeah, I learned when I was a kid. It’s one of those things, y’know?”

He hummed in reply. 

The two of you sat cross-legged on the cool sand, faces illuminated by the fire. Just up the beach behind you was the beach house AirBnB, where the rest of your friends were probably all passed out in their beds or on the couch. Chan had discovered you sitting out here alone, staring at the dark waves about fifteen minutes ago. You didn’t mind the company, really, especially if it was Chan. He had asked if he could join you, and you couldn’t refuse. 

“What’s on your mind?” He suddenly asked, head tilting your way to give you his full attention. “If you’re uncomfortable with saying, then that’s cool, too. We can chill here.” He lifted his bottle to his lips for a sip as he waited, but his eyes turned to the sea, as if to give you privacy with your thoughts. 

Sometimes you didn’t know what to say or how to articulate your thoughts with words to properly communicate how you felt. But you could appreciate him knowing that sometimes saying nothing at all was just as comforting as a good rant session. You just… you just appreciated his presence. Alone but never lonely, so to speak. 

But something in you didn’t want to leave him hanging like this—if only you knew that you could never leave him hanging, even if you didn’t want to speak. Chan would sit here all night, all day, every minute of every hour with you. He would run and refill your beer, tend to the fire, grab you a blanket, stake an umbrella over your head if only you’d ask. And if you wanted him to leave… well, he would do that, too, if only to respect your needs. 

“Do you remember,” you began, and you saw his head perk up out of the corner of your eyes while you stared at the fire, “—do you remember that one night? It was in the middle of spring break, and we were all planning to stay out all night and some other guys were there…?"

Recognition sparked in his eyes. "Mhm. That was pretty fun."

You nodded your head, less in agreement and more absentmindedly. "It's kind of small and you probably don't even remember—"

"I'm sure it's not that small, Yn," he assured you. 

You hugged your knees to your chest, suddenly feeling small beneath his gaze. "Well, it probably wasn't a big deal to you, but it was to me. Y'know Youngjae?"

You swore the flames flickered and casted a shadow across his face. "Mhm."

"I never told anyone this, but he'd been coming onto me for a few weeks before that, and I didn't want any tension between you guys and your teammate," you began. The memories of that night rushed back to you, the tide to shore. You remembered much from that night, but this in particular. "And I offered to drive, and he practically invited himself to shotgun my car. But then you looked at me—one little look, I don't know how you knew. But you said—"

"I told him to ride with one of the others," Chan finished. He mimicked your pose, knees pulled to his chest and legs crossed at the ankles. "I wish you'd told us he was doing that to you. That night must have been terrible—"

"No, no!" You cut in. "I mean, I tried to avoid him, but you and the boys made it really great for me. I'm just…" you took a sip of beer to ease the tightness in your throat. "I just appreciate you a lot, Chan. I never got to say thank you."

Chan released a shuddering breath from his mouth, his lips forming that beautiful, dimpled smile, but there was a softness to it. "You don't ever have to thank me for making you feel more comfortable, Yn."

You met his gaze then, earnest and sincere. You were tempted to run back to the flames or the dark sea ahead, but you wanted him to know that you were listening, too. 

"If you ever feel uncomfortable, I hope that I'll be there to remedy that," he added quietly. "I lo—" He coughed and made an embarrassed face to himself. He scratched the side of his neck with a small laugh. "I care a lot about you, y'know. So please don't be afraid to tell me what's really going on." 

You could only nod. Those words coming from him were so powerful to you. How could you be so lucky to know someone like him? 

Chan watched as you looked down at the bottle in your hands, took another sip. He wondered if you knew how you looked in this lighting to him—how the licks of flame reflected off the pretty curves and edges of your face, lit up your eyes like embers themselves. If you could hear his heartbeat right now… well, perhaps you wouldn't hear it over the sound of the rushing waves, but what if he wanted you to? What then?

"Was that the thing on your mind?" He asked quietly. It irked him that such a memory was so sewn into the fabric of your conscience that you thought about it even on this vacation. What other things could he have done to help you? If he had known about Youngjae's unwanted advances toward you, could he have prevented—

You nudged him with your elbow. "Partly, I guess. But now you're just gonna think about the what ifs."

He giggled, hand reaching up to cup the back of his neck. "You got me there."

You smiled slightly, one of the corners of your mouth lifting up to form a little crevice in your cheek. "You did good, Chan. It's okay."

"He's not still—"

"No, he got the hint." You scooted closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder. Your hair tickled his cheek and his neck and his arm instinctively came up to wrap around your body. He would be lying if he said you didn't fit perfectly against him. "Thanks for worrying though."

"Of course," he breathed. Because how could he not worry about you? How could he possibly get himself to stop thinking about you? 

But for now, he could be content with what he had right now—this moment with you.

a/n: this chan au has been sitting in my head for too long like it's not even the full thing 🥲💔

skz m.list / dear minho, have you ever felt loved before?

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