#I had no idea those two existed tbh

[quibble-auk]

My sister guessing Transformer names part 4!

As requested by @theweirdestroller, featuring the G1 Protectobots! And rescue bot Blades. Figured I might as well just get him done too lol

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[dailykugisaki]

Day 223 | id in alt

Maki thinking some very unsorcererly things over a piece of damn cheesecake.

(Read from right to left💥)

[arolesbianism]

Tiphereth suppression finally complete babeyyyy

[ladycaramelswirl]

definitely not old

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

A/N: Did I create an extremely improbable scenario just to suit my need to create another highly improbable scenario? Yes. Do I care that it’s unrealistic? No. Please forgive any typos/ grammatical errors. 

CW: suggestive content, but not explicit (like 15+?). Use of y/n one time. (Technically this would probably warrant one of those hostile workplace environment seminars like they had for Derek and Penelope. But it’s funny? Idk this isn’t serious.) Sassy Hotch. Crack plot tbh. 

Also I know the timeline doesn’t really make sense, because JJ is a profiler and Emily and Rossi exist, but I imagined Season 1 Spencer while writing this! I guess it’s 2005? Btw I do not know how tapes work, so just pretend it makes sense please. This is so unserious. 

Summary: reader wife and Hotch are private people; the BAU team is nosy. Spencer is just constantly in the right place at the wrong time. 

Enjoy!

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The screen in front of you depicted horror - just not the kind the BAU was used to. The UnSub had confessed to leaving a message in an old tape. He had already been arrested, but you were all hoping it might contain something that might help the conviction stick. Only he was extremely paranoid, so not only had he left the message in a code, but he had spliced it into a tape he thought people were least likely to watch. His p***. It was the last thing to do for the case and everyone was trying to help. You all sit at the round table, and Spencer shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. Derek laughs at his shyness and Emily laughs at the very unrealistic movements. She and JJ tilt their heads at the shape the two on the screen have put themselves into. 

“That does not look comfortable”, JJ mocks. 

The words are out of your mouth before you think. “Trust me it’s not”. 

Everyone at the table snaps their heads to look at you. 

“Damn Mama”, Derek laughs. “Who are you doing these moves with?”

You try to hold back a laugh. You were not ready to share about your sex life with your colleagues, no matter how close you were. Plus you’re pretty sure Aaron would not appreciate it. 

“That is inappropriate workplace conversation”, you say, pausing the video. “And you’re going to miss the next series of code”, you tell him, trying to get him to revert his attention back to the video. Emily grins at your attempted evasion.

“We already got all the code. She just doesn’t want us to tell Hotch she’s capable of all that. Doesn’t want to make the old man feel bad”.

“He’s not old. He’s only 5 years older than you”, you remind her. She puts a hand on her chest in mock offense like you’ve stabbed her. You roll your eyes. “And this is still inappropriate”.

“So it wasn’t Hotch”, Derek laughs. 

“You’re just annoyed because you haven’t tried it yourself”, you deflect, moving to sit next to Spencer who seems to actually be doing his job. 

“I’ve seen her do yoga and she’s very flexible, so if she couldn’t do it I don’t think you can”, JJ tells Morgan. 

“Oh you have no idea what I’m capable of”, he teases, which earns laughs from around the table. “I’m better than the old man for sure”. They all start laughing and talking about you and Hotch. 

You roll your eyes. “Wasn’t old in bed last night”, you mutter under your breath. You startle at the sound of a book hitting the floor and see Spencer’s bright red face. JJ, Derek and Emily look over in curiosity at what they might have missed, but you ignore them, attempting to give Spencer an apology for making him uncomfortable. He moves to drink his coffee in an attempt to avoid more of the conversation. Only he chokes on it because Hotch enters the room. 

“Have you finished working out the code?”

Everyone’s heads snap to him - JJ, Emily and Derek wearing matching grins. Hotch eyes you patting a coughing Spencer’s back.

“Are you alright?”, he asks. 

“Yes! Good! I’m good!”, Spencer squeaks, afraid Hotch is going to ask him why he’s so nervous. Aaron looks to you for some answers but before you can tell him it’s nothing, Spencer suddenly stands up.

“Got the code! Going to call the local PD. DA is waiting”, he warbles before you all watch him run out of the room. Hotch turns back to the rest of you. 

“Well then that wraps it up. Go home now, get some rest”, he instructs. Everyone starts packing up. You and Hotch walk towards the door when he realises there’s only 6 of you in the room. 

“Where’s Dave?”, he asks.

You’re about to tell him Rossi went to the bathroom when the Italian walks back in. Rossi immediately notes the paused video.

“Wow that looks uncomfortable”, he remarks. Everyone smirks in your direction. Hotch snakes an arm around your waist and looks at the screen. Then at you. 

“It was, wasn’t it?”

He smiles at the jaws dropping to the floor. 

“Good night everyone”.

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A little bonus scene:

In his office later:

“You heard us talking before you came in the room didn’t you”, you question your husband. He was so private, he wouldn’t have said something like that otherwise. 

“They called me old”, Aaron grumbles, but his tone is amused. “Just wanted to shock them a little”.

You make your way over to his side of the desk, pulling him to stand up beside you. 

“Well Agent Hotchner, I have to tell you, there’s been some speculation about your performance”, you taunt. “Care to prove them wrong?”

“Last night wasn’t enough proof?”, he laughs raising an eyebrow. You run your hands up his chest and behind his neck, pulling him close. 

“The results were inconclusive”, you tease. He grabs your hips and traps you between himself and his desk, his mouth trailing kisses down your jaw. 

“Well I can’t have that kind of speculation going around”, he murmurs into your skin. Your breath hitches from the sensation of his lips on the sensitive spot on your neck. But instead of continuing, he pulls away and meets your eyes in a conspiratorial grin. “We should do an in house evaluation as soon as possible”.

You open your mouth to reply when the door swings open, Spencer finding you sandwiched between Hotch’s thighs and your blouse rumpled. His mouth drops open and suddenly all 187 iq points mean nothing when his brain loses function.

“Oh- I- um- sorry!”, he manages before running away. You stare at the slammed door then back at Aaron and burst into giggles. He drops his head to your shoulders and sighs. 

“I feel like a teenager”, he groans.

“At least you don’t feel old.”

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Bonus bonus: 

Still in the conference room: 

“I want to go back to 10 minutes ago when I didn’t know this information”, Emily moans. 

“I think I need 5 more minutes before I can form a coherent thought”, JJ laughs in disbelief. Spencer walks back in.

“I finished my report. Where’s Hotch and y/n? Can we go home?”

“Probably doing it in his office for all we know”, Derek mutters.

Spencer’s brows furrow in confusion. “Doing what in his office?”

Rossi raises an eyebrow at Emily. “Is this kid serious?”

She shrugs back at him. 

“Spence, Hotch says we can go home. But you should probably report about what local PD told you before you go”, JJ tells him.

Spencer nods and makes his way to Hotch’s office. The rest of the team watch him walk away.

“You think we should have told him to knock before going in?”

“Probably.”

The sound of a high pitch yelp and the slam of an office door echo down the hallway. 

“Oops.”

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one last time ft. vinsmoke sanji!

a/n: continuation of my time travel series as asked by anon!! sanji, lost you when you were both 27. now, three years later, aged 30, the cook travels back in time and sees you again. *cue angst* not proofread, im so sorry for mistakes!

warnings: none!! just my crappy attempts of writing angst tbh

"it makes no sense" nami mumbled, peering down intensely at the old cook as if examining her personal lab rat. the alleged thirty year old had materialized in the main room of the going merry through thin air; and nami had almost knocked him out with her staff.

"nami-swan let me-" the man tried to speak but the red-head cut him off, "you ate a devil fruit and you traveled back in time?"

"you're so gorgeous even when you boss me around-""

"sanji." nami cocked an eyebrow.

sanji sighed lightly, trying to reason, "well, i mean i actually ate like just half a bite of it. i don't think this time travel thing is permanent. i'll be out of your gorgeous hair in just a minute"

"no, you being here isn't the issue." nami corrected herself, "i think im just surprised is all. the idea that there exists something like this is just-"

but someone barged into the room before she could finish.

"what the fuck?" the swordsman looked at sanji, taken aback by the sudden blondie appearance, "he looks awfully like the shit-cook."

"it's nice to see you too, moss-head"

"ah-" nami groaned at the swordsman appearance, "well, i guess i'll explain to everybody. out on deck, both of you"

"why are you so tall?" zoro gave the older cook a nasty look.

"zoro, out."

"why is he so tall-"

｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

"so..." the younger, blonde man asked, "you're me but 30?"

the older man shrugged, "yes, pretty much."

"i cannot believe you committed to the bangs look for over a decade, sanji" you giggled, looking from the older version to the younger one.

"if you like it, then i can keep it for the rest of eternity, my love."

you laughed again, sending the cook an amused look, "sure, i like it."

while the younger cook was swooned at your words, sending you a love-struck gaze. the older was busy contemplating whether he wanted to hug you so hard till his ribs broke down and he disintegrated within you, or if he should keep his distance, saving himself all that hurt.

your hair was choppier and the strands moved gently in the wind, the tresses cashmere kisses against your sun-kissed skin. all the signs of aging were absent from your skin, all those signs of you and him together were gone, just like that. as if you and he hadn't existed at all.

there was no scar on your lips from the time you fell down in the dark while sleepy, no cuts on your arms and legs from battles long gone. every evidence of the life you and sanji had built together was gone, leaving a twenty-three year old you behind.

well, technically that life was yet to come. it would take you and his younger version another five months, 23 days and 6 hours till you both got together. atleast, if his calculations were correct.

it would take you another 9 years, 2 months and 4 days to leave him. he knew those calculations by heart.

and so, sanji held back the urge to ask you if you liked two sugars in your coffee right now too? and did you light up when the moon was out in all it's glory? did your favourite constellation stay the same as years passed you by? did you look the same when you kissed him awake? did-

instead, he said nothing and stared at you, transfixed.

when ussop shook the older cook awake, the blonde man gave the younger crew members a pained smile. and when luffy jumped up and down, asking whether the cook still cooked, sanji found himself laughing and offering to make a meal.

atleast, this way, he could resign himself to an old kitchen, boundless memories and endless suffering, away from your ghastly presence.

the door stood ajar and you slipped inside just as silently like you always did when you wanted to surprise him in the kitchen. he looked up from the chopping board, well-versed with every one of your silent exchanges.

"want some help?" you offered, walking over leisurely and standing opposite to the man on the kitchen island.

the man looked down, focusing on not cutting his fingers up, "uh- no, thanks."

"damn, did you change?"

"hm?"

"where's the added "my love", "mon cheri" or "darling" at the end?" you cocked up an eyebrow, giving him a confused look, "don't tell me you lost those with time, that'll be a real shame."

sanji looked up, dumbstruck at you.

ofcourse he didn't. how could he? how could he when you were all that and more to him. under breathy whispers, loud declarations of love and silent hums in the dark of the night, you were every stringed syllable in every language to him.

he must have been silent for too long cause you shook your palm in front of him, paranoia sewn into your skin, "i mean it's okay if you lost it. like, it's not that big of a deal-"

and sanji laughed.

"excuse me? it's not nice to laugh at a lady."

"you looked so adorable like that." he looked down at the chopped vegetables, hands skillfully adding the veggies to the heated pan. then he looked up through his eyebrows, skillfully avoiding your gaze fully, "you're quite cute, love."

"uh-" your ears went red and you looked away, "thanks? y-you too."

"how have you been, yn?" he looked back at the food, his voice was tender. every hitch of the breath was audible against the backdrop of distant laughs from the crew.

"oh?" you replied shocked. then you smiled, "good. i'm good."

"good?" he repeated, ever so slowly as if turning the word on the tip of his tongue to remember the way you said it.

"yeah, i've been good, sanji."

"i'm glad." he pursed his lips, turning his back to you under the lie of fetching bowls from the cabinet.

"what are you cooking?" you asked, leaning over and peering at the vessel on the stove.

even without turning, he said, "you'd lose balance, careful now."

you marveled at the simmering dish, looking at his back and smiling real big, "you're cooking hand-pulled noodles with broth?! i think its my new favourite dish! i tasted it like a few days ago and i've been dying to eat it againn"

sanji smiled, still turned away from you, "is that so?"

as much as sanji prided himself at his ability to identify you from lightyears apart, at his ability to hear you in the noisiest room, he must have not been paying attention.

because you had sneaked up behind him and pressed yourself against his back, giving him a hug. you smiled gummy against his back muscles, "thankyou! thankyou! thankyouuu!!"

sanji froze under your casual touch. after a second, mindlessly, he lay his bigger hands on top of yours, relishing in the way you felt under him. he closed his eyes, trying to etch the moment in his memories. then he smiled again, promising against the thin air, "i will make you this as many times as you ask me."

"really?" you beamed again, letting go and standing beside him, "promise me?"

"i promise you." he gave you curt nod, melting under every one of your happy dance moves.

"now i would bother you for the rest of our lives." you stuck out your tongue at the blonde man.

"i would rather not be bothered by anyone but you, my love."

"aww-"

"hey geezer." the younger cook stood at the door, eyeing the negligible distance between you and the older man, "get away from yn-chan, you fucking pervert."

"rich coming from you, mr. nosebleed" the older man gave the younger a dirty look.

"HEY THATS NOT MY FAULT"

"SAAAANJI" luffy whined from outside, "ARE YOU DONEEE? WE'RE STARVINGGGG-"

vinsmoke sanji, aged thirty, yelled back "YEAH LEARN TO WAIT SOME MORE."

"YOU'RE SO MEAN SANJI! I MEAN- OLDER SANJI? I MEAN SANJI??- alee? I MEAN THE COOK OF MY SHIP?? NO, THE COOK OF MY FUTURE SHIP-"

"JUST SHUT UP LUFFY." the two blondes yelled in unison and you laughed one last time, lighting up the kitchen on fire.

oh wait, no. that is just the smoke due to the burning veggies in the pan.

well, fuck.

atleast you were laughing. and sanji would have killed entire nations to see that sight again, so, what were a few vegetables for the sacrifice?

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how seventeen act with their clingy s/o

requested by @cinnamoroxie: aaaa your writing is so cute <33 what ab svt w a pretty clingy / touchy reader? take care of yourself lovie and ty for writing this if u do!! 💓���

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seungcheol:

this man is the father of 12 children and a dog. do you think he'd hate clingy people???? loves it when you randomly reach over to take his hand, or play with his hair, or poke his cheeks. is totally okay with you needing to be squished up against him whenever you're in the same space, bc tbh he really wants that too

jeonghan:

pretends to hate it whenever you practically fall on top of him whenever you see him, but wraps his arms around you so tightly so you can't move away. has a hairband permanently on his wrist, partly so he can tie his hair and partly so you can fiddle with something while his hand is in the space between you. his favourite act of clinginess is when you put his head into your lap and pet his hair

joshua:

have you seen this man? he adores affection, but also becomes so awkward in the face of it. basically shuts down if you kiss his cheek more than 5 times in ten minutes. lets out those beautiful laughs whenever you basically tackle hug him every time your eyes meet. would let you put the world on pause to hug him even if the world was trying to end all around you

junhui:

clingy back with you. you have competitions w him about who is more clingy in your relationship. junhui once spent the entire day hanging like a baby bear draped over your back, and you in turn spent the next day Refusing to let go of your arm linked in his. he starts fake-crying if you're in the same room as him for more than five seconds and yet Have Not come over to immediately crush him in a hug

hoshi:

either cannot get enough of it or is a blushing mess the entire time. you pecked him on the lips one time while he was with the rest of the 96z and he went such a bright pink that it was all they talked about for a year. he pouts The Most if you suddenly let go of his hand while you're walking, but is rendered flusteredly silent if you bend down to kiss his knuckles on a whim

wonwoo:

doesn't mind it, as long as it's not too public. however, he still absolutely loves how your touchiness means that your hand is intertwined with his basically 24/7. will politely tell you if it gets too much, but you being so open with your affection helps him relax too and has definitely been the one to lie in your lap a few times when he's had a tiring day

woozi:

he's resigned himself to essentially forever being your hug toy. used to dislike it if you were attached to him for a little too long, but now he visibly pouts if you're not huddled up next to him on the couch while you're together. goes rlly red if your clinginess manifests itself in kisses, and can barely talk for a minute straight afterwards

minghao:

if you flop into his lap the minute you see him, he'll look down at you in mild panic bc he thinks that something terrible has happened to you to make you clingy. soon gets used to it tho and realises it's just your love language, and is way more relaxed when you unexpectedly put your head in his lap. lets you play with his fingers. and his rings. and his nail polish, which keeps getting chipped bc of you

mingyu:

have you seen this man's arms? i'm betting he gives the best hugs. probably works out for that exact reason. if you suddenly hug him then he's not letting go for at least half an hour. looks like a kicked puppy if you try to leave his arms even if "mingyu seriously i need to pee so badly let me go—" "no, you initiated this, you're not escaping so soon"

dokyeom:

it never even occurs to him that your behaviour could be classified as 'clingy' because he. he is the exact same as you. loves to boop your nose and will giggle so hard if you do it back to him. the idea of you two Not being touching in some way is a concept that just doesn't exist. jeonghan jokes you must have a string connecting you two or something bc you're always together

seungkwan:

he's a hyper person, can barely sit still due to his urge to kick hoshi or argue with dino. however, if you're next to him and link an arm with his or lay your head on his shoulder, he's instantly ceasing his frantic bouncing so you can comfortably touch him. if he gets too worked up tho, then he'll grab your hand instead n drag you around while telling everyone off bc even when mad he'll let you touch him for however long you need

vernon:

totally cool with it. you wanna tug on the hair on the back of his neck while you're bored? he'll tilt his head downwards slightly to give you better access. if you're wearing face paint or makeup tho, pls don't lean your head on him bc he'll get yelled at by seungkwan yet again if he goes to the guy for help in removing makeup stains from his clothes

chan:

loves when your clinginess turns into you just babying him. pinch his cheeks, play with his hair, coo all over him and he's grinning so hard and his serotonin levels are through the roof. vv chill when it comes to your affection, goes about his day super normally even if you're basically hanging off his back like a koala

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[bbjobo]

Hello hi it’s me, your resident entertainment PR enthusiast. I simply need to talk about the sequel announcement. This is all speculation, but I work in entertainment-adjacent communications and once convinced a household name celebrity to stay at my event to do select press interviews when his wife was going to go into labor at literally any minute, so I like to think I've got a pretty good sense of all of this.

So buckle in, because I'm about how actually fantastic this rollout was, because I’d wager they’ve been planning this since the premiere. 

RWRB came out truly smack-dab in the middle of the actors' strike. We all know just how much press we must have missed out on, because the strike started before promo would have kicked off in earnest. And when it was finally over in November, the actors are potentially out of contract for promotion, and that’s not even taking into consideration that the holidays are coming up and the six weeks from American Thanksgiving to New Year’s is truly a black hole of press. So this little movie has to rely almost entirely on fan reaction and word of mouth to hit because they’re so limited in what they can do for promo. And it IS a hit! Records are broken! Comments for an extended version (which, ok Matthew we get it, does not exist) and a sequel start almost immediately.

The marketing team makes the most of what they’ve got: they’re keeping up the official character accounts, they’re dropping deleted scenes and BTS. We get cornettos! The fireside scene! Bloopers! Notably absent? Brownstone Thanksgiving. We’ve seen BTS photos of it, we know it exists. Thanksgiving 2023 would have been a great time to drop it, but they don’t. This is the approximate point at which my own personal sequel speculation began. After the strike ends, the posting pace slows considerably but it’s still consistent. It’s just enough to keep it in your mind but not enough to be like “why are you still posting this much about it?” And this continues into 2024.

On the contracting side, conversations were likely actively happening at this point. I wouldn’t be surprised if negotiations picked up literally as soon as the strike ended. The producers would have had that time to get Matthew and Casey back on board and be fully prepped and ready to move on to contracting actors the minute they could. It’d be a shot in the dark to try to guess when these were finalized, but at some point between November 9 and May 9, yeah, they’re in.

But whew, Nicholas is booked and BUSY. Mary & George drops internationally March 5, The Idea of You closes SXSW on March 17, two weeks later M&G starts airing in the US and Canada, and a month after that, TIOY is available for streaming (and limited theatrical release, which is another whole post), and in between all those premieres, he’s everywhere. He’s criss-crossing the country (and tbh the Atlantic Ocean) for all of these appearances, truly going non-stop. The pacing of the premieres makes it nearly impossible to squeeze in another project announcement, and if they had, it would have been a bigger part of every interview he did after, which is something his own team would be working to balance. Plus between TIOY and RWRB, Prime would have been pitching stories against themselves. Better to let him finish out his other promotional appearances and then switch over.

At the same time, we’ve got awards and red carpet season starting. At nearly every red carpet appearance not for their own projects, both Taylor and Nick are asked about a sequel. If an interviewer is given enough time, they ask about a sequel. Sure, fans comment about a sequel on every vaguely rwrb social post from an official account, but the press asking about a sequel felt like a lot to me. Everyone always gave the same vague answer, that they’d be up for it if the story is right, that they don’t know but would be happy to. (Except one time, Nick does slip up and give an answer that feels a little more definitive here where he says “conversations are being had” all the way back in late February/early March). Press are asking the question so consistently that it felt like if it wasn’t happening, PR teams would have put the sequel on the do not ask list.

Then Prime starts actually ramping up on a FYC campaign for the movie. I'm gonna be honest, I was so surprised. It's a rom com, the odds of a rom com getting any sort of awards recognition is so slim, but I thought, "ok, sure, use FYC as a way to get the promo boost they need for an announcement of whatever's coming next." And then I looked up and Variety has picked it as the winner in the best television movie category, which is blowing my mind. The other categories they're submitting in are stacked and I think a nomination beyond television movie will be a long shot, but again, it's big for it to even be considered. And if they're being talked about, that means Prime's gotta put out a great showing for their FYC campaign.

Which brings us to this week. We start off on Monday with Nick at the Met Gala referring to Uma as his mother-in-law. Incredible. Love it. Wednesday and Thursday are a one-two punch of a FYC event and fan event, and the gang’s all here. At the FYC, we get the industry side of things: new portraits and interviews with Deadline, process talk, etc. Because this little rom com is actually doing pretty well and beating the odds? Knowing what we know now, the PR teams spent this week pre-briefing the press on the sequel announcement. Notable (at least to my knowledge) the sequel question doesn't get asked at the FYC event. Because the press already knows it's coming.

Now, on to yesterday. They do a fan screening and Q&A, and they literally roll out the red carpet. Nine months after the premiere and exactly six months after the strike ended, they get the gang back together with fans of the movie, who they relied on so heavily during the strike to help make the movie a success. The tagline on the screen’s giant promo image has been updated to specifically thank fans for “making history with us.” The moderator for the Q&A is the same person who interviewed Taylor and Nick at the beginning of FYC campaign season, their first joint interview since GQ (right? pretty sure. it's all a blur tbh). And at the end of the Q&A, minutes before 12 AM ET, when the embargo on the press release would have lifted, they make the announcement not to press, but to the fans. The fans who loved the book, who watched it over and over, who spread the word about the movie to help make it one of Prime’s top three rom coms OF ALL TIME.

It’s just… an absolute masterclass in how to execute a major announcement that embraces the fans in a time where fandom and interaction between creators and fans can be an absolute minefield. Prime saw the opportunity to lean into the fannishness of it all and they took it and it was a slam dunk.

So where do we go from here? IDK but here’s some unconnected thoughts in list form like Alex would want.

The book’s 5th anniversary is next Wednesday, the 14th.

Casey’s been posting about working on [redacted] for months at this point, which is almost certainly the screenplay

Nick mentioned needing to be back in the UK for filming soon

They would probably like to release this in US election off-cycle years, so that means 2025 or 2027 (and 2027 is too far away). 2026 would be less bad since it’s a midterm election, but still.

Filming could reasonably start sooner rather than later, and even without an unfinished script

I guess we’re back on content watch for blond hair and BTS pictures

[brighttears]

Stranger Chapter 1

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description

Summary: Joel has just arrived in Jackson, and immediately finds out that you’re here, too, forcing him to face his former actions, speak to you again after he split 6 years ago. The ensuing argument shows a fire within you that you didn’t have when he knew you before, and he’s left reeling. 

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Angst!!! Argument, yelling, harsh words are exchanged. Joel hates himself.

A/n: chapter one lets goooo, I love writing arguments tbh so this was fun. 

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Joel shifts his feet in the snow, blinking. He’s still reeling, eyes still adjusting to seeing his brother’s face for the first time in years, his heart having not ceased pounding since the group of riders circled him, still trying to breath again after the wooden gates of Jackson creaked open, when Tommy drops this second bomb on him, within about twenty minutes of conversation.

“She’s here?” Joel makes his voice work to ask, a mix of relief and dread swirling in his gut.

Grinning, Tommy nods. “You wanna see her?” 

Joel pauses, nerves needling him as the question instantly tugs at him of if you’ll want to see him. But he can’t stop himself from nodding. 

It’s been six years now since he saw your face. Six years since he left you. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever see you again, at times he wasn’t even sure if he ever wanted to again. He left because you’re better off without him. It wasn’t a pretty picture, the way he shut the door on you and walked out, leaving you all alone, to fend for yourself. He's been force feeding himself that idea to himself ever since, that he was right, that he was protecting you, but, he’s had six years to reflect, and over that time, regret has been a incessant case of the fleas. Now, he’s being thrust into its maw, about to be going toe to toe with the consequences of those actions, moments away from being face to face with you. And he has no idea what he’ll see. 

He was ready to see Tommy, he was expecting, counting on, relying on him being here. But you? It hadn’t even occurred to him, and now he has to figure out what in the hell he’s going to say as his feet carry him to follow his brother through Jackson, not even having the space to fully register the new environment around him, with its lights and intact buildings and people wearing clean coats and smiles. 

As the houses come into view and start to pass—two stories, with basically fresh paint jobs, porches with sturdy wood, some with snow dusted chairs and wicker benches, lights on in windows, real fucking houses—Joel’s hart rate spikes, each step heavier than the last as Tommy veers towards a door that must be yours. 

Your house. You have a house. 

“How long has she been here?” Joel asks, the sudden question stopping Tommy before he actually knocks and forces Joel to confront you. 

“About 9 months now.” He answers, “Actually found her in a pretty similar fashion as we did you, wanderin’ around outside, some people on patrol took her in.” 

Joel hums. So you beat him to it, huh? “Did she know you were here?” 

Tommy shakes his head. “Had no idea this place even existed. Pure coincidence. How about that, huh?” He replies with a smile, and Joel hums again, a sound deep in his throat. 

Questions start to flood his mind, of how you ended up across the fucking country, all the way from that little cabin in Pennsylvania. Maybe you just decided to go as far in the opposite direction of where you knew he was going. Is that why? Because of him? Were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you? He said you were alone—how long have you been alone for? 

Joel’s urgent ponderings are interrupted by the sound of Tommy’s knuckles rapping against the door, and a shot of panic bolts through his chest. 

Fuck. Shit. He still hasn’t figured out how in the hell to handle this. All he manages to do in the moment before the door opens is brace himself for a righteous blow to his face. 

When you finally show through a narrow crack of the door, wearing a wary expression, the sight knocks the breath out of his lungs. By the way your face drops, it’s fair to say you feel about the same. 

There’s a pause, the only sound a gentle whip of cold wind, and it’s the only thing that tells Joel time itself hasn’t stopped. It’s as if he’s seeing a ghost—after years of not knowing if you were even still alive… here you are. And here he is. Right in front of you. 

Joel’s heart thuds and churns and squeezes, and he swallows, willing your name out, for the first time in six years. 

There’s another pause, your lips almost mouthing his name before a sound finally comes out, quiet as you say it, “Joel.”

He almost gets chills, hearing his name in your voice again, and he’s frozen in place. But when he sees your eyes glancing around, he turns, and finds Tommy to have disappeared. Fuck. 

After a beat, you ask, tone tight, “Do you… do you want to come in?” At the obligation in it, Joel’s stomach drops. But, once again, he can’t stop himself from nodding, letting out a breathy, “Yeah.” 

When you step aside and open the door for him, Joel hesitates, the act of stepping through the threshold feeling like a step into a new reality. One where you’re back in his life. You’re alive, and you’re here. And you have a fucking house, and you’re an established part of Jackson, your jacket is hung on a rack beside the door, boots wetting the floor beside it, and you’re physically here, watching him. 

Completely lost, and cringing before the words even leave his mouth, Joel decides to make small talk. 

“Nice place.” He murmurs, though he can barely tear his eyes away from you long enough to really look around. 

“Thanks.” You mutter back, folding your arms over your chest. Once again, his heart tightens at how stiffly you address him. 

You traveled together for almost eight years. He’d met you with Tommy, at the tail end of the banding of the small group that didn’t stay intact for very long, as that usually goes. You stuck with him after Tommy left for the Fireflies, and the plan was to get to the Boston QZ, stay there for a little while, catch your bearings. It wasn’t how he expected things to go. In fact, he didn’t like you very much when you first met. You were young. Good with a knife and gun, but too hesitant to pull the trigger. Too kind. And too god damn quiet, you were always sneaking up on him. And, once you got comfortable, a bit of a buffoon. 

But you grew on him. Like a weed, like a flower that just wouldn’t fucking die, despite the fact that he didn’t think there was enough nutrients in his heart to sustain any kind of life; at least, he didn’t want there to be. He had his brother, and that was it. That was all he could afford to care about, really care about. But, when Tommy left, all of his attention turned onto you, and it made him realize how attached he’d become. How indisputably, agonizingly attached he’d become. 

By then, you made a good team. You could have life or death determining conversations through only your eyes, could read each other aggravatingly well, had traded mannerisms like baseball cards, and even cried to each other a couple of times. Being around each other 24/7 for eight years will do that to you. Something else it’ll do, too, is make Joel feel his heart is poked and prodded with needles and spikes and repeatedly hit with a bat. 

There were also, however, moments of profound softness and warmth, ones where for a moment or two, he could forget, everything other than your smile, or your laugh, or the shifting colors of your hair as the sun would shine on it, or the quiet sound of your voice, carrying a tune in the dead of night. Short moments, where everything was just, alright. Moments where he felt safe, happy, at home.

He cared much more than he ever intended, and had more than he felt like he deserved, having you by his side. His partner. His best friend. 

But now, your chest guarded, eyes wary, stance ready… you’re looking at him like he’s a stranger.

“Look… we… should talk.” He finally says. 

“Yeah.” You reply, scratching your head and shifting your weight, the near immediacy and curtness of your reply making Joel’s stomach turn. 

“Can we uh, sit down?” He motions towards the table by the stairs, almost trying to stall, because fuck, he still hasn’t figured out what the fuck he’s supposed to say to you. After a pause, you nod with a quiet, “Yeah,” going to the table and pulling out a chair, then watching him expectantly as he follows suit, feeling himself start to sweat. He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table and knitting his fingers, running his tongue over his teeth, inspecting the grain of the wood, trying to mentally piece this conversation together in his head, or at least find somewhere to start. But all he can think about is how god damn heavy the silence is getting, so he can only come up with the most obvious thing—“Look I’m, I’m sorry. For what I did.” He starts, feeling almost like he’s choking on the words. It’s easy to be sorry, hell, he’s been carrying the guilt ever since that day, hoping maybe, that somehow, someday, he’d get a chance to make it up to you, but now you’re here, and he feels like he’s drowning. Keeping your gaze no matter how much he wants to look away, he forces out, “I should’ve never… I never should’ve left you. I regret it, and I’m sorry.” 

Not even a beat goes by before you return, tone even, though he sees the way your jaw clenches, “Do you regret it because you feel guilty or because you were wrong?” 

“Both.” He answers, forcing his voice not to break as he looks back into the cold intensity of your fixed gaze. The guilt has been eating at him for six years, and though it’s always been an open debate, like a wound he’d never let the scab stick on, if what he did was wrong, he knows that at least the way he went about it, the way he spoke to you, treated you, the last time he saw you, was. 

At his response, you look down, nodding, a slight pinch between your brow, a certain tightness still present in your body language. “Alright.” 

Joel watches you for a moment, expecting more. Something, some kind of reaction, but you’re almost stoic. He can’t read you, like he always could, and it’s starting to make him feel like he’s going insane.

“Can you—” he shifts in his seat, “Can you tell me how you feel about all that?” He asks despite his fear that you might start screaming, or hit him, or just throw him out of your house, tell him you never want to see him again, because he knows that you have every right to, that he’d deserve it. 

You shift as well, eyes glued to the table. “Well… I’m glad you regret it, I guess…” The words are almost measured in a way that makes Joel’s skin itch. The air feels like static electricity. “I’m, um… glad you’re not dead. Glad you found Tommy” You add, finally looking back up at him, but that pinch is still between your brows, and that paired with your set jaw are the only things keeping your face from complete neutrality. It’s agonizingly obvious you’re holding something back, and at this point, he can’t stop himself from needling it loose. “But…?” He prods, practically on the edge of his seat. 

Looking back down, you sigh, a slight edge in your tone. “There’s no but. I’m glad you’re alive, glad you made it to Tommy.” 

Joel nods, but he can’t help but be irked by the plainness of your reply. “Y/n… I need you to be honest with me, alright? No bullshit.” He says, leaning further over the table, trying to catch your gaze. 

You sigh back, and he can tell you’re holding back from rolling your eyes. “I’m not bullshitting you, Joel—”

He holds his hand up, cutting you off. “I’m not saying you are.” He says matter-of-factly, gaze not leaving your face. “I just wanna know how you feel, how you actually feel. I know you’re glad I’m not dead, and you don’t have to say anything for me to know you think I shoulda done things differently, but—I’m not sure how else to ask,” he pauses, narrowing his eyes and knitting his brow, “You pissed at me?”

“Yeah, I’m pissed at you.” You answer instantly, expression almost offended at the question—the first spark of actual emotion he’s seen from you yet. “Of course I fucking am.”

Joel huffs, almost relieved at your directness, but he’s not satisfied yet. “How pissed?” 

There’s more bite in your words when you reply, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms, “Jesus, well I’m not about to maul you, so you can relax.”

Rubbing his hand over his face, irritation seeps into Joel’s tone. “Damnit, Y/n, I’m tryin’ to have a serious conversation here.” Immediately, he kicks himself for the way it comes out, sighing heavily. He knows he has no right to be irritated at you when he’s the one who started all of this, and that he deserves whatever reaction he’s going to get from you. “I am being serious.” You reply, “I could maul you, but I won’t.” Joel fights to keep himself from rolling his eyes this time. “Fine. Point taken. But would ya just tell me something other than you’re happy I’m not dead? Cause I can tell you’ve got more you want to say.”

“Yeah, well, it’s kinda fucking complicated.” You huff, turning your head away. 

Mirroring your stance, Joel leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. “Try me.” He’ll take anything at this point, he’s been thinking about this conversation for years, and he’s getting tired of the pussyfooting. 

There’s a sudden glare as you look back at him, but he still doesn’t look away, watching your jaw clench and unclench. The beat of silence only aggravates him further. “Come on, spit it out.” He insists, “Why won’t you just talk to me? Why can’t I get a straight answer outta you, Y/n?”

“Well can you give me a goddamn second to think, Joel?” You shoot back. “I wasn’t exactly prepared for you to show up at my fucking doorstep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot I was supposed to be call ahead and schedule a fuckin’ meeting.” He returns sharply, actually rolling his eyes this time. 

“Don’t get fucking smart with me.” You nearly hiss. “You’re the one in my fucking house.” There’s a cold glower on your face now, and you might as well be baring your teeth as you press your finger into the table. 

“Oh, I’m well aware of whose house I’m in.” He replies lowly, eyes narrowing. He doesn't like how this conversation is going, doesn’t like the venom in your voice, doesn’t like how bristled he is by it—he knows he deserves it, and yet, he can’t get himself to back down. 

“Are you?” You say, eyes narrowing right back at him. “You’re in my fucking house. Mine. I fucking made it here. I know you think I’m some incompetent fucking weakling that can’t do anything for herself, and I’m sure you went through hell getting here, but so did I, and you’re the one who fucking left me, so don’t you dare disrespect me in my own fucking home.”

Joel’s expression hardens, jaw clenching as you speak. No, that’s not what he thinks, that's never been what he thinks of you! He came here to apologize to you, but you’ve twisted this into some sort of petty accusation, and he won’t have it. “I never said that. I don’t think you’re incompetent, I don’t think you’re weak, I’ve never thought that about you. I was just trying to protect you.” He shoots back, stamping his own finger into the table. 

“Oh, fuck you you were. Bull shit, Joel. You ‘protected’ me,” you air-quote, only piquing Joel further, “because you thought I was weak, that I needed you, and then you left, because you thought I was weak, because you thought that I needed you to survive, that I was just dead weight. You never respected me. And you know what? I’m glad you left, so I wouldn’t have to deal with that fucking bullshit anymore. I never fucking needed you. I hope you know that.”

“Oh no?” Joel returns, unable to keep the hurt from souring into venom, “You like handling everything on your own like a tough little soldier? Yeah, I’m sure you did great handling Infected by yourself, or the raiders, or the—”

“I did! Fuck you, Joel, I fucking did. I fucking have, by my fucking self. Don’t act like you’re the only fucking person who’s been through things.” 

Joel scoffs, raising his eyebrows. “Oh really? Is that what you’ve been doing? Surviving all by yourself?”

“Yes!” You let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “I’ve been alone ever since you left. Six fucking years, I did it alone.”

This takes Joel aback a little, anger faltering for a moment as the weight of your statement sinks in. You’ve been on your own, all this time? The realization is a little difficult to process, and it shows in his tone when he finally responds, his voice softer now than a moment ago. “…You’ve been alone? This whole time?”

“Yeah. I was.” You glare, losing no fire. “Believe it for fucking not. Who fucking cares. That’s how it fucking goes.”

Joel doesn’t like how easily you say the words, and he doesn’t like that you claim to not care. He never wanted you to be alone. Especially not for that long. Sure, he’s been alone for most of the journey to Wyoming, but he had someone in Boston. But you… ever since he left… you never let anyone in? A part of him wants to believe you’re lying, just to spite him, but he knows that’s not what this is. 

There's a pause before he speaks again, tone still much softer than yours. “You might not care. But I do.”

“Boo fucking hoo.”

“Oh, cut the bullshit.” He suddenly snaps, like your flippant, mocking response was only salt dumped onto his wound, shooting up from his seat, palms slamming on the table and chair screeching on the floor. You jump right up with him, slamming your own hand down and shoving the other out towards him, glare ablaze, and shout back, “Sit the fuck down.”

Joel fumes, clenching his jaw. He doesn’t like being talked to like this by anyone, but you… you’ve never been like this with him, even the times you have fought. There’s something about this that is completely brand new. Sure, he’s seen you pissed, hell, he's seen you fight and kill, dozens of times. But right now, you have this edge, this ferocity, and, it’s intimidating and near unnerving, but more than anything, it makes him feel sad. 

You’ve been fending from yourself for six years, and it’s changed you. 

He stays quiet, only slowly lowering back into his seat with a heavy huff. 

You sigh right back, glaring down at him for a moment more before sinking back down into your own chair. 

“I don’t care what you think about me.” You start, tone more even but no less bitter. “I don’t care if you think I’m weak, or strong, or a bitch, or a cunt, I don’t care. I’m fucking over it. Nothing you think will change a god damn thing.”

Joel runs a frustrated hand over his face, closing his eyes for a moment. Upon registering some of the effect of all those years all alone out there, seeing that there are things he doesn't know about, changes you’ve undergone, his tone is softer, though still firm. “I never thought that, Y/n. And I sure as hell don’t think you’re a bitch. Or a…what’d you say? A cunt?”

“Didn’t I just say I don’t care?” You reply immediately, still glaring, not taking the bait of the almost lighthearted tone he ends with. It’s something that would’ve made you laugh before, or at least crack a smile, but he can see that sort of approach is a lost cause at this point. He's not going to be able to jump start any sort of lightheartedness right now.

Massaging the bridge of his nose, Joel feels a wave of exhaustion, the long trek here, along with this conversation itself, has him worn out. All he wants right now is to have an honest talk with you, some sort of heart to heart, but you’re making that very difficult. So, he decides to approach it a different way, try to spark some familiarity, comfort, his eyes free from anger as he looks at you again, a soft concern written on his face instead. 

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He should have expected it not to work. 

“Why the hell not?” He answers, dropping his hand from his face. Why can’t you calm down? Why can’t you see that he cares about you? That he never meant for things to go this way, to end up like this? That he’s just trying to apologize? He’s not giving up. He’s not backing down. If you’re going to keep glaring and giving sharp glares, he's going to keep trying to chip away at that facade you’ve built up over the years, find that friend he used to have. 

“Because I don’t want your fucking pity.” You spit, and now your face just looks fucking mean. 

Joel takes a deep, huffing breath, hurt shifting into irritation again, but he knows that losing his temper entirely will get him nowhere. “I’m not pitying you. I’m concerned. There's a difference.”

“I don’t need your concern. I’m fucking fine.”

“You really expect me to believe that?” He narrows his eyes, shocked that you would even try to pull that kind of bullshit.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you slap your forehead sarcastically, “I guess I shouldn’t have, I should have known that you’ll only ever view me as some baby bird with a broken wing, that I need worry and pity and a big strong man to keep me safe. Cause of course I can’t do that on my own. Jeez, I guess I forgot who I’m talking to for a second. Forgive me.”

“God damn it, Y/n.” He grits out, eyes closing, heart panging in sorrow, anger, and hurt. He’s hit with an urge to grab you by your shoulders and shake you, make you see that he just cares, that he wants to be there for you. “Stop twistin’ my words. I already said that that’s not how I see you. It never has been, and it never will be. You’re strong, you’re smart, you're capable. But goddamn it, you’re different. Now I don’t know what exactly happened to you out there, but somethin’ did, and I know I shouldn’t have left you to fend for yourself, and now that I’m here, I just want to help, for Christ's sake!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You scoff. “That is pity. You still think I need you, because—“ Suddenly, you cut yourself off, almost shrinking back. 

“No. Tell me what you wanna say. Go on. Say it.” He replies, a sour frown on his face. He’s tired of this bullshit that's been pouring out of your mouth, dying for something real from you, and it’s starting to really piss him off that you won’t just fucking say what you mean. 

You pause, lips in a tight line, before sighing, looking to the side and wiping a hand over your brow as you grumble, “This is fucking pointless.”

“No.” He says, firmer this time, gesturing with his hand as he talks, poking the table with his finger. “You’ve been dancing around this conversation the entire time, and I’m gettin’ real fuckin’ tired of it. So just tell me.”

“No, because I’m mature enough to know when I’m about to say something I’ll regret.”

“Mature?” He grimaces, eyes narrowed, irked hard by the jab. “You call this maturity? This is cowardice, Y/n. You’re bullshitting around while I’m trying to face this shit, head on, like a fucking adult. Talk to me, god damn it!”

“Fine.” You spit, a fierce frown on your face, eyes almost wide as you suddenly lean towards him over the table. “You wanna know what I think? What I know? You need someone to need you, you need to feel like you’re protecting someone, so you don’t feel like such a fucking failure, but you’ll never stop feeling like one, because you have some perverted relationship with guilt—all this bullshit that you refuse to deal with, because you feel like you need to punish yourself to make everything right. Can you even comprehend what a load of fucking shit it is?! How you fuck up every relationship because you won’t fucking fix the one you have with yourself?”

Joel falls silent, all the anger he had just a moment ago suddenly replaced by a sort of hollowness. You may have hit the nail on the head just then. He wants to argue, wants to shoot you with a read just as raw and unforgiving, but he can’t bring himself to. 

He wants to just get up and leave, walk away from this conversation and never reopen it again. But he can’t bring himself to. 

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

He’s quiet for another moment, heart thudding in his chest. 

“Yeah. I guess it was.” He finally speaks, voice gruff. 

“Great. Glad I could scratch that fucked up, masochistic itch of yours.” You clip. 

“Glad I could be your punching bag.” He shoots back. 

“Fuck you.” You spit, face splitting back into a harsh glower. That sudden animosity back in you catches him off guard, and his heart tightens and heavies. 

But at least you’re being honest. If aggression is what’s needed to finally get it out of you, so be it. He’ll pry it out of you, and he’ll take every punch, every sharp word, every wrathful look, just to have something from you. “You gonna cry about it?” He replies, a grimace on his face, his own words make his heart pound, immediately regretting it. He shouldn’t be talking to you like this, shouldn’t be trying to be cruel to you. But the words are already hanging in the air. 

Your eyes narrow, and there’s almost an electricity about you now. Hitting a nerve seems to be an understatement of what he's just done. “Fuck. You.” 

The freezing ferocity of your tone with the almost feral anger suddenly contorting your face causes a startling shoot of fear in Joel’s chest. He’s never seen you this sharp before in his life, this level of hostile, especially towards him. Never. You’ve never been this. It’s unsettling. 

He’s quiet for a long moment. 

“You’re different.” He finally says, a bitter acceptance in his tone. It’s an obvious observation, but he can’t help but air it anyway. You’ve been through hell these past few years, that much is clear; he's sure you have every right to be the way you are now. But he can’t help but think of the girl he used to know, the girl he now believes may be long gone. 

Slowly, you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms. “Yeah. I am.” You respond, tone dour and icey. “It’s been a while.”

Joel nods slowly, eyes glued to you, taking in this new version. The extreme guardedness of your posture, the stony look in your eyes, that tone of your voice reverberating through him. “Yeah. It has.” He replies, voice soft in reluctance.

Silence hangs in the air for a while as Joel tries to take it in, almost at a loss for words. You’re not just different, you seem to be almost a different person entirely.

Eventually, he rubs a hand over his face, a feeling of exhaustion washing over him again. He just wants to tell you that he misses you, that he wishes things could go back to the way that they were before, to have his friend back, that he’s sorry, so, so sorry, that he’ll do anything to make it right, tell you how much he regrets it, how it’s been eating him alive. But he knows that you won’t want to hear a word of it. That you’ll brush it off as pity, spew some more bullshit about how he just thinks you’re weak, that he views you as some helpless child. 

“Well,” you suddenly cut through the silence, voice full of icy sarcasm, “this has been great. You can go now.”

Irritation immediately flares back up in him at it, and he crosses his arms. “No.” He says, face hard and determined. “I’m not leaving. We are not done here.”

“Get the fuck out of my house.” You announce, almost before he’s even finished his sentence, nodding towards the door. That feral ferocity is back, and paired with the near monotone tone to your voice, Joel gets a bad feeling in his gut. But he brushes it off, doesn’t budge an inch, arms still crossed, gaze evenly on you, expression hard and determined. 

“No.”

Suddenly, you’re lunging towards him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, catching him completely off guard. His chair scrapes loudly on the floor as you drag him out of it, his boots scuffing as you push him back towards the door. Your teeth are bared, face right in his as you seethe through them, “Get the fuck out of my fucking house.” 

Joel’s eyes are wide, unable to fight back out of pure shock by your sudden belligerence. Every muscle of his body tenses, gripped by a sudden, almost primal fear. He’s strong enough to fight back, but the wildness in your eyes stops him from doing a god damn thing, and before he knows it, he’s being thrown through the threshold of your door and out into the cold, and the door is slammed in his face, hard. 

Joel is left standing there, huffing harsh puffs of white air, heart pounding, the only thing running through his mind being, who are you?

[moghedien]

hi! was it ever explained in the books how Siuan became the Amyrlin Seat? (also, does she have a Warder?)

Siuan becoming Amyrlin is never like directly discussed at length in the books, but we know a lot of details about how it came about. I will explain if you wanna know, but put it under a readmore in case you don't. It shouldn't really spoil anything that's to come in the show.

The last three Amyrlin Seats before her died in what we'll call "mysterious circumstances" aka they were killed by the Black Ajah. I'm actually not 100% certain if the last one was, but she probably was because the two before her definitely were.

But the thing about those three Amyrlin dying under "mysterious circumstances" is that no one thought it was mysterious. Most people thought they just died of natural causes because they were older and it's a known thing that if an Aes Sedai starts getting old old, they can kinda just drop dead one day because no one really knows what the deal with the Aes Sedai aging and extended life spans does or how long they can last

So three Amyrlins in a row die after having pretty short reigns, and there's some tension in the tower about that and about it not allowing for stability in the tower. So Blue Ajah rising star Siuan Sanche gets suggested and eventually chosen, because not only is she one of the most power sisters in the tower, she's young. Like, she's in her 30s when she takes the Seat and is the youngest Amyrlin Seat that had ever been chosen. So they take the risk of giving this one woman potential hold over the tower for decades if not even centuries in hopes of there being stability rather than the whiplash caused by frequent regime changes with very different ruling styles.

And the reasons why it was Siuan that was chosen is twofold. First of all, after Siuan and Moiraine became full Aes Sedai, Siuan was sorta taken in by an elder Aes Sedai to assist in some of the spy network activities. She wasn't necessarily supposed to know that it was the spy network activities, but she figured it out quickly and from there realized that if she stuck with being this older Aes Sedai's assistant, she could work her way up into the political side of the Blue Ajah and have her hands on the biggest spy network in the tower. When she and Moiraine began pursuing the prophecy, Moiraine needed to leave the tower to avoid getting caught up in something else, but they realized that it was best that Siuan stayed and worked within the tower. I'm not sure "become the amyrlin seat" was the original idea there, but you know, it was sorta the plan.

and yes, book Siuan has a warder. he comes up exactly once in a scene that doesn't entirely make sense with how the Aes Sedai warder bond works tbh. I think if he existed in the show, he woulda come up already though, so I imagine she doesn't have one in the show. he's not terribly important

[reginnaofallwaters]

☆ HONKAI STAR RAIL

duckin' (boothill x gn!reader)

tw: none

additional: hint of forbidden love, a lot of censored cursing tbh

a/n: i'll proofread this when i wake up lol. i just had an idea and i needed to do word vomit before i forget all of it <//3 anyway hi :)

A relationship between human and cyborg.. How did that even work?

That was the question you always heard when the people of your planet met your boyfriend.

Granted, cyborgs were, in a way, still human. Not completely for sure, but still human. They had human feelings, human desires, human minds. It just so happened they had a body of steel and metal. There was no denying, however, that cyborgs felt.. a little inhuman sometimes. Their bodies was one such example, the steel often glinting underneath the light. Often times, they had.. "unique" features that weren't present in normal humans. Some had retractable arms, extended legs, and even extended—

Let's not go there.

Point is— cyborgs weren't quite human. Their unique features would make regular humans fear them. But, hey, this was the whole damn universe, of course there'll be the occasional weirdo or two with the sheer amount of planets that littered the whole, wide galaxy (I mean, Planet Screwllum literally exists), but that's to be expected.

Anyway, where were we? Right. Unique features.

For one, your boyfriend, a cyborg named Boothill, had this fun, little tech embedded in him called the Synesthesia Beacon. It was a translator device that allowed one's thoughts and consciousness into a language the receiver could understand. In this case— you.

Oh, and it was so, so hilarious.

And it also just happened that someone tinkered with his Synesthesia Beacon (Aeons knew who but a part of you thanks them for it). As thus, any fun curse words he wished to say were basically censored.

"That fudging idiot!" Boothill hissed lowly under his breath. "Can't forking believe that someone messed around with my Synesthesia Beacon. How the heck did they manage to do that anyway?"

You bit back a laugh and attempted for a gentle smile to hide your smirk. That obviously failed with the way Boothill shot you a warning glare.

"Ya sure ya weren't behind this, darlin'?" He plopped himself onto the seat next to you, cold, mechanical arms immediately wrapping around your waist like it belonged there. The thought made you a little happy. Just a little, of course. "Maybe ya did this to mess with me, hm?"

"I would never," you retorted with a chuckle. "I can't even trust myself with tinkering with elaborate machinery or whatnot, what made you think I'd have the balls to mess yours up?"

"Hah. Fair enough," he replied. "Still. Look at me. I sound like a character from those duckin' kid shows."

Boothill's face contorted, an unpleasant sneer forming on his lips at the realization that a simple 'damn' got censored too. God, that expression was hilarious.

"Pfft—" You really, really couldn't hold it back for much longer— "Duckin', huh?"

"Sweetheart, ya know I love ya, so spare me the laughin' and just don't for the love of frills— The fork?! Frills? Frills? Are you friggin kiddin' me right now? That friggin' son of a birch, I swear."

You laughed silently as he continued to rant on (Read: Attempt to cuss) with no end. You shifted in your place to face him, gently removing his grip on your waist. Once you've faced him, you gently cupped his cheeks, eyebrow raised.

Boothill stopped.

You always had that effect on him. One simple touch was all it took to rid him of all of his anger. It didn't matter whatever shit he was worrying about, the moment you touched him with a knowing glint in your eye, he immediately went quiet each time. His shoulders relaxed, obsidian eyes softening, and the deep frown on his face easing into a neutral line.

"You calmed down much more quicker this time," you hummed, thumb gently tracing his cheek. "Color me surprised."

"Duh, because it's ya, sweetheart," he murmured in reply, nuzzling further into your touch. "Don't know how ya do it, but ya always make me feel calm. I like it."

You didn't reply this time, your other hand reaching out to remove the hat atop of Boothill's head and placing it aside. Your fingers threaded itselves through his long, black and white locks, brushing aside the occasional tangle. His hair wasn't soft and perfect by any means but.. you didn't mind.

You still recalled the way your friends and family were.. rather concerned for you once they learned of your relationship with Boothill. In your planet, cyborgs, mechanical, and inorganic life forms weren't exactly welcome. It was taboo to even interact with one. Yet, you went ahead and got yourself a cyborg boyfriend anyway. Of course, they would be concerned.

Putting his whole "cyborg" origin aside, Boothill's personality and position as a Galaxy Ranger was something to.. definitely worry about. Galaxy Rangers were known for being lone travellers throughout the universe. Rarely do they travel in groups unless subduing an evil that a Ranger couldn't deal on their own. Wouldn't you be just abandoned? Be neglected? Those were the words of your loved ones.

Boothill wasn't like that in the slightest. Despite his outgoing and unrestrained personality, he made sure to never leave you alone for too long. Made you sure were happy first and foremost. Wasn't that enough? Wasn't him doing his best enough?

As you gaze into his eyes, you smiled again.

Yes. It was definitely enough.

"I love you," you said.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he said in turn. "Too duckin' much."

"..Pfft. Duckin'."

"I take it back. I don't love ya anymore."

"Hey!"

So, how did a relationship between a human and a cyborg work?

You don't know. It just did. To your planet, it was a taboo. To you, it felt right. It didn't matter to you one bit. In the end, Boothill being a cyborg did not matter.

And wasn't the most important thing here was love? You love him. He loves you.

That alone was enough.

[yunarim]

. . . INTRODUCING | AN ULTIMATE GUIDE TO making not so easily flustered boys blush a little— or maybe not so little ?! ⊹ ׅ ⋆

CATER diamond, LEONA kingscholar, JADE leech, JAMIL viper, VIL schoenheit, ROOK hunt, LILIA vanrouge

— TAGS : gender neutral reader, fluff, crack a little, you end up embarassing yourself in a funny way almost in every chapter but it's okay (i would do the same tbh), a silly reference to matchmaking tv show in rook's part just for fun

🎀﹒CATER DIAMOND

You realize you’ve never seen Cater blushing. You also didn’t want him to try those extremely artificial filters which apply some blush effect on selfies, so there was only one option left for you — which is making him flustered.

So one sleepless night you decided to think over all the variants you could possibly try, and appeared before Cater the next day, looking not all your best, but you already was sure to give it a go, so you took a deep breath.

And decided to pull your cringiest aegyo which could be ever possible (or maybe even wasn’t) and started singing in a very high-pitched voice, embarrassing yourself but not really caring. “I like you so much ottoke ottoke” was heard along all NRC and became trendy thing later on, BUT AS FOR NOW… now you were flustered instead when Cater patted your head and just begged for you to teach him that so he won’t be falling behind the trends. After a few explanations, he already mastered the song and— NOOO, it wasn’t how you expected it to be!!

Next days went the same way: you would come up with a sudden idea, try to get Cater flustered and end up with being flustered yourself. You also noticed how Cater’s followers were cheering on you in the comments section and decided that you’ve had enough. 

You came to him right in a full swing of an unbirthday party, other students were already guessing what funny thing you would perform today, but you just took the seat right in front of Cater, an enormously long table aparting you two. An unusually serious look in your eyes made your boyfriend get concerned for a second before you slammed your palms on the table and stood up. 

“Argh!” You screamed, annoyed a little. “It isn’t fair! And I’ve had enough of this shi—” You noticed Riddle glancing your way and sighed, lowering down your gaze and pouting. “Why am I even doing this when all that matters is you being happy, which is my top priority… I’m sorry for being so stupidly eager… But if you had fun watching me doing all those silly things, then I’m more than glad to make you smile. So instead of me trying to make you blush, I’ll keep on making you smile genuinely. Got it?”

You looked right in his eyes, flashing a victory smile and dropping it instantly when you spotted him averting his gaze, a little pinkish flash flickering on his cheeks. 

“Don’t tell me…”

“Cater-senpai blushed!!”

“Hey Prefect, mission accomplished!!”

“HUH?!” You run to him. “But why so suddenly?!”

“Aww, please don’t make me explain~” He giggled, that little cute blush already disappeared. “It’s just the way you were so genuine… Please never change, alright? And now I need to get you flustered too!”

“Won’t be that hard. But don’t try to embarrass me with an aegyo song, I’ve mastered it by now.”

🎀﹒LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Listen herbivore, whatever you’re planning, drop it. There’s no point in whatever you’re trying to achieve with those funny grimaces of yours (Leona won’t say they’re adorable tho—). You can’t also make him blush by embarrassing him because he already has a bunch of dormmates who embarrass him enough by their behavior, he doesn’t really care. 

Pfft, who does he think he is? As if you could be swayed off so easily! Well you do struggle a lot, trying to figure out is it even possible to witness Leona flustered. Some first years witnessed you going back and forth in the back of the kitchen one day and ended up agreeing you’ll be the new part of ‘Seven miracles of NRC’—or whatever it was, you didn’t even know the thing existed all this time—not to mention even Savanaclaw residents periodically glance at you as if you’re some sort of a ghost. Is there a ghostification procedure to endure before getting sorted into Ramshackle or what?

Hello, you’re dating Savanaclaw dorm head. Whatever you’re trying to prove, it’s already crazy, but not crazy enough than the very fact of you two being romantically tied together. 

“You’re dating THAT Leona Kingscholar?!”

“Yeah, he’s being a pain in the ass for not blushing at all.”

… Is what gets Leona smirking proudly lying under the tree in the botanical garden— THAT’S NOT IT. You always punch him slightly for behaving that way and enjoying you struggling.

“Give me Farena’s phone number NOW. I need consultation.”

“You don’t have a phone, herbivore.”

“I’m in the mood for kicking Crowley’s office doors down with my foot and demanding a phone.”

“Didn’t know you’ve got a hobby of embarrassing yourself.”

Hell yeah you did. There’s no turning back at this point, not after trying all those stupid faces you’ve demonstrated in Savanaclaw lounge full of other residents who got flustered by your antics instead, Leona remained unbelievably stupidly insanely solid.

Another day, another embarrassment. The evening was looming before you, Grim demanding you, his dearest henchman, to get yourself together and come back home (aka Ramshackle) and forget about trying to get Leona flustered. The idea is dumb anyway, do you really want to see HIM blushing out of all people? Damn…

“I think I might just punch you in your stupid pretty face to get a hint of blush on your cheeks. Damn I’m such a mastermind,” you complained, poking your finger on his chin while lying next to him. 

“Go try,” Leona yawned. “I doubt your success though. What can you even do with those little hands of yours?”

You sigh, closing your eyes for a second. Leona opens his on the contrary, glancing at the crown of your head.

“Doesn’t matter how strong other people’s hands are, they can’t hug the best person in the world with them. But I can.”

You turn to Leona, ready to demonstrate what you’ve just said but end up stopping in the middle, staring at his bewilderment face, a little hint of red hue blossoming on his cheeks. 

“No way…” You whisper and turn to him completely, ignoring his ‘tsk’ and throwing yourself on him. “Don’t tell me!!”

“I’m not telling.”

“You’re such a cutie!!”

“Don’t even know how come you’re so spoiled.”

🎀﹒JADE LEECH

It’s always Jade and his never ending “Fu fu, you’re so fascinating, dear Prefect” plays. One day when having dinner at the Mostro Lounge you somehow ended up flustering Azul and Floyd. And that was also the moment you knew you fuc— ahem, failed something. 

“A~ah, what for are you being so caring,” you mumbled to Jade sitting beside you and pouring the drink into your glass. “I love you so much.”

“Ehem, Prefect, that’s a little…”

“Ew,” Floyd commented. “Koebi-chan, you’re greasy.”

You blinked at them, switching your gaze to Jade who seemed to be having fun and taking all this as some sort of entertainment. You furrowed your brows, noticing Jade’s unwavering smile and tried once more.

“Should I write a serenade? We could hold a karaoke night or something, I’m quite confident in my singing.”

“Koebi-chan~ Stop being gross, what’s gotten into you? Jade, you tell!”

“I’m exceedingly flattered,” Jade ignored his twin, getting a bit closer to you. “Should I write a poem to you as well as a way of showing my gratitude?”

By now you know there’s a pattern hidden in his behavior. Whenever you try to pull ‘I’m so stupidly in love with you it’s painful so I’ll cause a mess trying to get you flastered’ card, Jade reflects it, saying things even more exaggerated and far-fetched to the point it hurts other people. 

Somehow your little antics turns into competition between you and Jade — the one who’ll get more flustered students wins. Azul is ready to place a bet but then you abruptly cut him off by saying an extremely embarrassing nonsense and he shuts up immediately, followed by Floyd’s laughter. You don’t stop, making Jade brother’s cheeks covered in pinkish hue. 

Polite Leech twin who? Jade loses his status thanks to you, mimicking into ‘A scary part of Embarrassing duo’ instead. In all this little play you perform you want to find undercovered Jade’s flustered persona. 

Jade likes fascinating, interesting things. That includes your behavior and what made him fall in love with you in the first place—you’re quite an unique individual, dear Prefect. But acting oh so mysteriously and entertaining Jade’s interest isn’t enough. He loves you for that, but what makes him flustered?

“The ground is sure slippery today,” you notice during the Mountain Lover Club activities, ascending the mountain. 

“Yes, I trust you’re rather careful, aren’t you, dear?” Jade smiles and stretches out his hand to you so you could grab it just in case.

“Of course I am! Who do you take me for—”

Hello?? Maybe climbing on the wet dirty cliff isn’t a good idea?? 

You back off, feeling the ground slipping away from under your feet, and stare at Jade, who seems just as frightened as you.

“I’m sorry!” You shout out when he catches you, drawing you closer. “Though I would fit Embarrassing duo aesthetic with a twisted ankle. I already can imagine which jokes based on it would fluster Azul and… Jade?”

“Haah,” Jade sighs. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Scare?.. What do you mean? I’m okay!”

“What would I do if it was more than a twisted ankle and… nevermind, forgive me for raising a voice at you and… Hm?”

“Huh,” you stare at him in awe. “You’re blushing?!”

“Yes?” Jade blinks away all the blush he had just now. “It seems you’re imagining things.”

“Don’t tell me, I can get you flustered by putting myself in danger? Jade, you’re so…”

“I suggest you not repeat such an experience ever again, thank you very much,” he smiles at you intimidatingly but you giggle, leaning closer to him.

“Yep, I promise~”

🎀﹒JAMIL VIPER

“Try being nice to him!” Kalim says to you (as if you’re not being nice but ok) when Jamil taste-tests his meal right before your backs, sighing at Kalim’s silly statement. 

“That’s your prerogative, Kalim-senpai,” you say, not noticing Kalim’s slight crimson hue on the cheeks. 

You’re being so effortlessly sweet to everyone—your boyfriend included—but hello? Is Jamil actually protected from being able to blush or what? 

You’ve tried so many things it’s almost painful to witness. Saying something nice? Ok he’s in Scarabia, literally go try something else, do you really expect him to fall into your sugary sweet words or what. Helping him out in the kitchen with chores? Yeah you did a good job now go rest. Praising him out of blue for his only existence? Erghh who are you trying to fool, really… 

It’s not like Jamil doesn’t appreciate your attention aimed at him, but what are you really trying to do? Isn’t it fairly enough to enjoy the time you two get to spend together so rarely? But in any case your shenanigans end up being an everyday held discussion with bet placings. It’s not average ‘will you manage to get your boyfriend flustered’—not that, but ‘will you try doing some funny shit so that Jamil would get not flustered but embarrassed instead or will you just show PDA’. Now that’s the real entertainment.

Ok so you come up with a plan. Good old kabedon would be so real, right? Even if he won’t fall into your charm, then at least will blush because of embarrassment… Ugh.

And so you think, walking out into the school hall, seeing Jamil from the distance, ‘Almost pa~radise’ playing from somewhere (what kind of romcom is that—) cornering him and trying to look as cool as possible, your gaze aimed right at his steel dark eyes, eyelashes fluttering enchantingly, ‘Shalalala~’ sounds all over the place when you try to grin proudly. Jamil parts his lips slightly and—

“I’ll let others know that their bet failed miserably,” he sighs, meeting your bemused eyes. “They thought you would dance for me today while singing a serenade.”

You pout, averting your gaze and quickly trying to come up with something while you still—kinda—corner him. 

“I didn’t expect the music though,”  Jamil notices. “Maybe one day something will catch me off gua— MHM?!”

Ah hell with it, you think, grabbing the cloth of his dorm uniform and pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his, it’s now or never! Go get that blush while you’re still at it, right?

“What are—”

You never give him time to think, catching his lips again and again. You open your eyes, looking straight at his cheeks but notice no blush. Alright, then it’s time to give it all the 100% of your devotion!

“You!” You exclaim, kissing him once again. “I love you,” you continue with another brief kiss. “An amazing dancer, an unbelievably talented cook, a wise strategist, an amazing singer, you’re… you…! You jerk!”

“Ha?!”

You can’t really define by now if he’s blushing or not, because it’s you who is flustered instead. But oh be sure he is blushing hard.

“Hey, the last thing you’ve said,” he stops you, trying to catch his breath. “You fool, what are you saying?”

But before you manage to retort, he kisses you back, not caring at your crazy antics anymore, the tips of his ears flaming with crimson.

🎀﹒VIL SCHOENHEIT

Well… first congrats on managing to get the boyfriend who got ranked number one at the top of ‘The most unflustered celebrities ever’. But you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t like a real challenge.

Flattery will get you nowhere and you know it by heart. Genuinely praising his work ethic? You should know it’s the axioma, not the compliment which could lead you to witness him blushing. You decide to play a strategist and wait for the right moment to come.

“Yeah yeah, just admit you have no fuc— eeehm freaking idea of what to do rn,” Epel says, stealing your juice when you two discuss your masterplan. 

“Dude I have a plan, believe me.”

“Uh-huh, that’s a great plan, Prefect. That’s fuckin’ ingenious, if I understand it correctly. It’s a Swiss fuckin’ watch.”

“What did I say about wording?” Vil appears right behind Epel’s back, and your classmate gets red instead of your boyfriend instantly. 

You: wanting to make Vil blush because you’re curious and also he would look fantastic, cute, gorgeous, angelic, divine and—

Epel: helps you for lulz.

And then the opportunity arrives: there’s an upcoming Filming Research Club project you intend to join. You manage to get the role and DAMN how lucky you are — the main task is to make Vil’s character flustered!

That’s where the real challenge starts because you know that Vil’s a genius actor and one little blush needed for the play is nothing but what you don’t know is how to make him blush for real.

“You came,” he says according to the script. “You in my arms is like a fever dream to me.”

You gently touch his cheek.

“Ah,” Vil fixes a lock of your hair, and you allow it, staring into his eyes radiating nothing but a feigned tender. “Your Grace, I believe I have no authority to meet you like this. Scarcely thought I would present such a pathetic side of me to you…”

“You have so much power,” he denies. “You will never be pathetic. To me or to anyone else.”

It’s just a rehearsal but it’s the right time for you to not act and perform wonder for real.

“And you, my dear,” you deviate from the script, Vil remains steady at your improvisation, until… “I love you with all your flaws and all the things you disrelish in yourself.”

You see Vil’s cheeks growing a bit reddish when his eyes widen a little at your sudden genuine words and a lovely smile. He can’t afford losing composure so easily, so the next second he already pulls you closer boldly. 

“I loathe to realize I’m the only one whose cheeks are painted crimson. Would you allow me to fix it?”

“Of course.”

— And cut. 

And while others are in bewilderment at your improvisation which turned extremely good, Epel freaks out in the background.

“Stop being greasy already,” he says, covering his mouth in disgust. “It’s just as gross as stumbling across parents when they kiss, bleh.”

“Didn’t know you see me as your parental figure,” Vil nods.

“NEVER!”

🎀﹒ROOK HUNT

“Have you ever seen Rook blushing?”

“What are you saying?” Vil replies. 

“Sounds impossible,” Epel agrees. “Keep on trying tho.”

Keep on trying to get your boyfriend, the Rook Hunt, to get flustered? HUH, NEVER IN YOUR LIFE, nuh-uh, what are you, insane? You brush off the mere thought of trying to get him to blush at the very first second it even appears in your mind.

You’re not crazy, why would you try that?! It’s impossible!

But somehow your question you accidentally dropped during the meal you were having with Vil and Epel gets popular in the NRC newspaper. You don’t care if there wasn’t a newspaper before — it was created just for ‘Have you ever seen Rook blushing?’ caption to spread throughout the college.

Sure many students just frown at it because why would they even be interested in this, who in their right mind would approach Rook willingly in the first place— ah right you would, you did, you love him. 

Then it’s time for you to take responsibility and solve the mystery! 

Uh-huh, if it was that easy to accomplish! Your first guess is to impress him with French but you literally can say some nonsense because of mispronouncing words and he would be in awe, heart-shaped sparkles in his eyes all over the place. 

You are willing to take archery classes? Fantastique, étonnant! He will gladly help you with that, do you know it’s important to have enough strength in your arms? Here, he will show you the right position and— wait, it's you who blush.

You write a love poem to him in French? Ah, à vous couper le souffle! Just how talented you are, your love knows no bounds, he’s exceedingly lucky to have you as his lover!

Cool ok so… What to do?! 

“This whole ‘get Rook flustered’ thing drives me insane,” you say to Epel with a heavy sigh, holding a flower bouquet you’ve prepared.

“You’ve brought this all yourself,” he replies. “Idk do something ergh… Genuine? I feel like a matchmaker.”

“We’re already dating tho.”

“I don’t care, go get that blush already.”

Alright, it’s time to solve all this mysterious ‘Have you ever seen Rook blushing?’ thing already. You find Rook in the school yard and decide to play it another way. You’ve already tried being romantic, why don’t try something stupid at least once, right?

You get down on one knee and give Rook the bouquet you’ve prepared.

“Ahem… It’s Larisochka Guzeeva and this is the program ‘Let’s get married!’... Or not. Actually, I’m not trying to suggest that we get married. Not yet! Maybe in the near future… God what am I saying argh!! ANYWAY! Rook, listen, I love you to the point I don’t care if I act odd and weird to other people. I’m okay with doing all these when I’m with you…”

“He… Heheh~ Oh dear Trickster, what a lovely person you are,” Rook chuckles at your performance and you think you’ve failed miserably but then you notice how sweet the pinkish hue on the tips of his ears is and raise up instantly.

“I did it!!”

“Ah, right, I think I should do it more often.”

“What.”

“Spreading the mystery about no one seeing me blush, of course~”

“ROOK!”

─ ⊹ It’s Larisochka Guzeeva and this is the program ‘Let’s get married!’ — a popular russian TV talk show and the saying, it doesn't really mean anything, it's just for lulz ahsdjkh

🎀﹒LILIA VANROUGE

Ok so how do you make an aeon old bat fae flustered.

Lilia knows you want to impress him before you even know it yourself, and when the whole Diasomnia holds a parley about how to prevent you from getting a majestic glorious undoubtedly wise and stoic Lilia-sama— ok Sebek we got you, in any case Lilia just chuckles and smirks.

It’s a game! And if it is, then you should laugh, not blush, the formula is easy. He will make you flustered instead before you even can think of something. 

A petard exploding with sparkling particles early in the morning with ‘Greeting to the most important person in all the dimensions existing’ forming right under the ceiling of your room in Ramshackle? Easy, wanna see it again tomorrow? 

If the petard was too scary for you to comprehend or wasn’t so romantic, then how about fixing the collar of your uniform before pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek?

Still not convinced Lilia’s a master of making you flustered? Ho~ You silly, how about the ring changing its engravings every hour, going from ‘I love you’ to ‘I’m forever yours’? 

Look, dear Prefect, he's absolutely invincible! You’ve got such a brainy boyfriend and—

Ho, have you finally realized you want to see him flustered? Bring it on!

… Or so he thought.

Suddenly you don’t react at all. He bought flowers? Ok cool you have an enormously large garden in Ramshackle by now, what’s the big deal? He composed a song for you? Yeah nice why not. 

Lilia quickly realizes you’re playing another game. Why not, you’re being so amusing while trying to outsmart him by pulling the ‘I actually don’t care at all’ card, but he knows how your little smiles blossom when you turn around, so there’s no need to worry.

“Stop being so unnecessarily cold to Lilia-sama!!” Sebek demands when you visit Diasomnia and blink at him.

“Calm down, Sebek. Prefect and Father play a game. A strange one, there’s no denying, but still…”

The two of them start bickering and you chuckle, trying to reassure them everything’s okay. 

Lilia joins you not that instantly, watching you for some time and then decides to have some fun again, hugging you from behind and floating midair at the same time.

“Ho~ I see you’re not repulsing me today, hm?” 

“I was in the middle of creating another tactic but got distracted by the kids.”

“Kids?” Lilia leans closer to you with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yes, Silver and Sebek are like kids to me. Is it what having children feels like? Maybe we could start our own family one day… Oh, I got carried away. What are you going to demonstrate to me to… day…?”

You turn to Lilia, his face extremely close to yours when you see a foreign pink dusting his cheeks while his eyes widen in shock.

You are willing to start a family with him?.. That…

“HUH?! DID I SUCCEED? I literally did nothing!!”

“Hu-hu~” Lilia recovers quickly and presses a little kiss on your cheek. “Who knows~”

© yunarim 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[55sturn]

✮ SWALLOWIN’ MY PRIDE

series masterlist!

pairing: boston bruins player!chris sturniolo x fem!reader!

synopsis: in which chris is forced to swallow his pride as he comes to terms with the new that y/n has shared, realizing it’s not just her fault. however when he mentions the alternatives, he fails to see how much it hurts his girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, angst, chris not wanting a kid, verbal arguments, big talks about abortions and giving the kid up for adoption, mentions and descriptions of vomiting, a loooot of angst tbh.

important things to note: this is a heavy chapter so please keep that in mind if you choose to keep reading, i’ve done my part and have warned you about what this chapter entails so please do yours and close out of this fic if you cannot handle those topics. i am not your mother i cannot stop you, but if you choose to keep going despite being uncomfortable with the things i’ve warned you about, you are not allowed to get upset with anyone but yourself. enjoy<3

THIRD PERSON POV

chris was left utterly speechless as he stared at the thin plastic stick in his hand. the only thing running through his mind, was “what am i going to do? i just signed the contract today?” he felt guilty being so absorbed in his doubts about his career but it was something he had worked for his entire life. he knew his concerns were selfish, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop worrying about them.

the words “we’re pregnant, chris.” rang in his ears like a bell chiming, he felt his breath get stuck in his throat and he wasn’t able to breathe. he quickly shifted y/n off his lap so he could begin pacing, he held his head in his hands as his skates clunked against the padded locker room floor.

“what the fuck are we going to do y/n?” chris spits, his voice broken and unsteady as he looks at his girlfriend, her eyes red with unshed tears as she shook her head softly and shrugged.

“i don’t know chris.”

“why weren’t you careful?” chris exclaims, unintentionally putting all the blame on her as her head snaps up, her brows furrowed tightly as she breathes out a listless laugh.

“how is this all my fault?”

“i’m not saying it’s your fault. but why didn’t you just get an abortion?”

“in case you forgot what you were taught in fifth grade health class, it takes two people to make a baby, chris. you were the one that wanted to hit it raw and you promised to pull out but clearly you didn’t. and i didn’t want to abort it without your input because this child is half of you, too. and i would not be able to sit through that alone!“ she scoffs, tears dripping down her cheeks as she stares up at him, guilt and regret chipping away at the slight glimmer of hope that chris would be okay with it that she held.

“i just signed a good contract baby, i can’t miss my games for this shit.” chris sighs, his heart rate slowing down, but his mind was still racing, leaving him blind to the internal battle his girlfriend was facing.

he felt sick, he had everything mapped out for the next five years and this baby completely threw a wrench in everything that he had meticulously planned. there was no way a baby this early in his career would look good, it’d make him look reckless and uncaring about his job.

“do you not think i’ve been thinking about that, chris? that’s the only thing i’ve been thinking about since i found out or even had the slightest idea i was pregnant, i have been terrified of derailing the life plans you’ve set up for yourself and i don’t know what the fuck to do but what i do know, is that we’re pregnant and we have to make a decision about this. so until you’ve processed this, you can stay with one of your brothers, i will be waiting at home.” y/n replies, her voice gradually getting quieter and breaking even more as she finishes. wiping her tears, she quickly exists the room, the need to vomit overcoming her.

her mind wouldn’t stop racing. it brought every possible scenario to the surface and she was beyond scared. what was she going to do? chris sure as hell didn’t seem to want the baby, and she thought she didn’t either but talking about it to chris had her realizing that she wants a family more than anything.

as she knelt in front of the toilet, she couldn’t help but laugh internally. finding out you’re expecting a child was supposed to be a joyous and happy time. finding out that you’re carrying a life that is half of yourself and the person you’re in love with, the person you’re fully committed to for life, was supposed to have you feeling over the moon. and instead, it had y/n’s stomach twisting with guilt, regret, heartache, and distress.

ash she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet, she sat on the edge of it, letting her tears fall as she let the feelings of hopelessness and loss fully consume her heart. would she really see this pregnancy to term if chris didn’t want anything to do with her and the baby? if she did, would she let chris back into her life when he decides he wants a family? or would he seek a family somewhere else?

“how the fuck am i going to survive this without him?” she whispered to herself, quickly exiting the public washroom and making a beeline for the front entrance.

chris on the other hand, was stoic as he stared at the wall opposite of him, the thin plastic stick beside him taunting him and his mind, almost as if it was telling him that he was acting selfishly. instead of comforting his girlfriend, who was as equally terrified of their recent news as chris, if not more? he blamed her. he yelled at her.

he callously told her to abort their baby to be. to get rid of the life growing inside her as if it meant nothing. as if it wasn’t the product of two people that loved each other deeply. even if it wasn’t planned or considered, that child to be was still the result of chris and y/n’s love. of the fact that they held each other so closely that they made love without any preventative measures. but chris couldn’t look at it that way, he didn’t want to.

his focus was on his career, hockey was everything to him. it made him everything he is. but was hockey really the only thing that mattered to chris? as he mulled over the answer, images of y/n sobbing as she held the freshly positive test, of her sobbing and scared in front of him waiting for him to pull her into his arms in the middle of that locker room flash through his mind. he felt guilty, he hadn’t even hugged her as she sobbed, he so badly wishes he could rewind the clock a few minutes so he could react differently but he couldn’t.

he knew he wanted a family at some point in his life, but now? it was so early. he wanted to bask in all the glory of being the newest and youngest star on the bruins without the responsibilities of his personal life hanging over his head. but that wasn’t possible.

as his team made their way down the hall, chris shoved the test into the side pocket of his hockey bag and plastered a fake smile on his face. the team cheered and hollered as they had won the game. chris joined in on the festivities, briefly forgetting the decision he had to make as the team got dressed in their suits and dress clothes, deciding to hit the bar in the lounge above the rink nd celebrate their win and landing bracket in the playoffs.

y/n was in the complete opposite state, she sat at the table, the meal she had prepped hours ago as soon as she got home after leaving the game early sat on the table in front of her. it had grown cold and stale as she tried to bring the urge to eat to life but she couldn’t bear the thought of choking back her food. she hated eating without chris. she knew he wasn’t going to join her after she told him to stay with one his brothers, but out of pure muscle memory she made a plate for him and it sat across the table from her, taunting her, as if to say “this is what your future will look like if chris decides he doesn’t want the baby.” and it broke her heart into a million shards.

could she really handle a life without him? they’ve been together for so long as it is. was it worth it to go through everything that they have already, just for a child to tear them apart? she didn’t know the answer to that and she didn’t want to. she hoped that somehow, chris’ mind would change and he would have this great epiphany and realize he wants this, the family life with y/n.

she knew how important this spot on the bruins’ team was to chris, she knew that more than anybody else. but was it more important than a life with the woman he called his soulmate? was his career more important to him than his relationship?

y/n, truthfully, had began to believe it was. he would call off dates and anniversary dinners to go hang out with the team, he would come home late the nights he promised to be home early. he put so much of their time together on the back burner, and maybe this child was the wake-up call she needed. maybe she wasn’t cut out for the life of dating a superstar hockey player.

sighing, she cleared the plates off, putting the leftovers in an air-tight container and leaving them for her or, hopefully, chris to eat another day. she quickly loaded the dishwasher and started it before cleaning the rest of the kitchen. as she had finished, she flicked off the main kitchen light, leaving the light above the stove on so that when chris came home, if he had made up his mind yet, he wouldn’t be surrounded by complete darkness. but she knew in the back of her mind, chris coming home tonight was just wishful thinking.

as she laid in bed, she scrolled through instagram, chris’ story updates catching her eye. pressing down on his profile circle surrounded by a pinkish purple ring, she was met with the sight of chris and john shot gunning beer in their suits, leaving her slightly hurt that instead of talking about things with her or his brothers he chose to party with his team. she knew that making an appearance at the after parties was important, she had just hoped their situation was more important. but refusing to let herself dwell on what she meant to chris, she rolled over and willed herself to sleep.

it had been a few days since her confession to chris and she had yet to hear even just a single word from him. and the silence was killing her. after her doctors appointment, which confirmed that she was in fact two months along, she had received texts of congratulations and more from his family so she assumed he had said something and maybe he wasn’t completely ashamed of what was happening, but she had a gnawing feeling of doubt in her stomach telling her that wasn’t the case.

“matt i don’t know what to think.” chris sighed, looking to his more level-headed brother for advice in this situation.

“well chris, do you really want her to abort it? like can you live with the fact that you’re putting her through that, you know that she’s completely all for it, but it’s different when it’s the one going through it. so would you be able to live with the fact that you’re pushing her to take away this chance, both of yours and hers, at a family right now?”

“well when you put it that way-“

“and who’s to say that you won’t be looking at having a family the same way down the line if, let’s say, she aborts the baby now and this entire thing happens again? would you put her through it twice? when you could just as easily implement all the later plans with your career that included a family into your plans for now. it would be much easier to maneuver things around right because the ink on your contract has barely dried yet. you do it later down the line and shit could go up in flames. but if you’re still dead set on pushing her to an abortion, by all means do it. it’s up to you man but from the way you’ve talk about it, y/n wants to have a family so what you’re doing is most likely killing her, and if you pushing her to do this wrecks your relationship, you won’t find another girl to love you the way she does. and i know you didn’t actually ask for it, but my opinion is that you’re being a fucking idiot. you and i both know that all you’ve wanted with y/n is to raise a family. you talked about your future kids’ names with her two months into the start of your relationship. so i’m not sure why you’re doing all this shit, chris.” matt rambled, his words cutting directly into the flesh of chris’ heart, he knew matt was right. every word he spoke nothing but truth clinging to it. so why was he putting both him and y/n, mainly y/n, through all of this? sighing, chris nodded and thanked him for the advice before plucking his keys off the counter of matt’s kitchen before heading out the door and climbing into his car.

chris made quick work of driving home to y/n, he felt so unbelievably guilty for leaving her alone with her thoughts for as long as he had. as he stepped into their shared home, he felt like an intruder, he didn’t feel like himself, because in what world would chris, the same chris who is so unbelievably and irrevocably in love with y/n, push her to terminate their child? chris should’ve been ecstatic and sobbing over the news. instead he let his job cloud his judgement and focus, and he felt terrible.

“baby?” chris calls out, quickly climbing the entryway stairs and standing in the main hallway, waiting for y/n to answer.

“in here.” she calls back, her voice tired and strained from all the crying she had done. as chris rounds the corner into their room, his heart breaks at the sight of her curled up on his side of the bed in his hoodie.

“i am so sorry y/n, i’ve been an asshole.”

“i’ll say.” she whispers, shifting back to her side of the bed as chris climbs in beside her.

“i want to apologize for blaming you, it’s not your fault. and for suggesting an abortion without actually hearing what you want. if you want one, i’ll support you. i talked to matt and he made me realize what a jackass i’ve been. if you genuinely want this baby, then i do too. i love you, and i want you to be safe and happy. and if having a family makes you happy, then i’m willing to raise this baby with you because in all honesty, i do want this baby.”

“what about your career?”

“we’ll figure that out when we need to.”

“okay. i love you.”

“i love you forever and a day, y/n. i’m so sorry i’ve been so shitty, i was scared and lashed out on you when i should’ve acknowledged that you were scared too, i shouldn’t have let you deal with it on your own.” chris hums, wrapping his arms around her as she dries her tears and rest her head against his chest.

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[boonsmoon]

Hi there! May I please request a Yamcha x reader on their period if you write for him? If not, I'll happily take Raditz instead. (Both of them deserve more love tbh) Thanks if you consider and have a nice day/night! 💕

ur name is SO REAL

yes i'll do Yamcha

i like Raditz so i included him🤭

Request Chungus ML Dragon Ball ML Yamcha x f!reader, Raditz x f!reader Genres: Headcanons|Fluff|Romantic

On Your Period

Yamcha

you aren't his first period experience, that would be Bulma, and to be honest, i don't think you can be as bad as her

has committed your box to memory in case you run out, he's just considerate like that🤭

ok technically it was kinda on accident, Bulma and one of his past side chicks had the same kind

bro lowkey doesn't know what to do about cramps, you got 3 different types of pain meds, a heating pad AND heated plush, bro even bought you snacks

either way he doesn't bother you when he can tell they're being painful, he does NOT wanna get on your bad side

you went back to normal after a day or two, sure, but he still insists you keep the meds on the bedside table or in a bag when you go out

he learned VERY quickly from Bulma that cramps might just hurt worse than dying frfr

we don't speak of the incident between those two, that his hidden lore never to be dug up

Raditz

so i have no idea if saiyan women have periods, maybe, maybe not

but lets say THEORETICALLY that they did, Raditz would still have no idea what to do with you

bro is a GUY, he has been surrounded by men since he was like 5, HE ISN'T EDUCATED LIKE THAT, and no, he doesn't bother doing research on earthling women, because why should he?

so you better hope you explained menstruation to this man, or else this week just got a whole lot longer

now lets say you did tell him, because our boy has gotta be prepared for these things‼️

he will try to argue with you less, key word: try, any sass you throw as him, he WILL throw back, it don't matter how much you're bleeding

regarding pads/tampons, he finds them confusing and kinda disgusting lol

"you bleed on multiple of those for a week and just...throw them out?" "yeah??"

"why the hell are you putting it in there-" "because of the BLOOD??"

you told him about the cramps but he didn't think it'd be this bad, so now he's just confused on how tf a heating pad and some pain meds are calming you down

after the first day or two you got back into your routine and he thought you were crazy, wasn't it supposed to last a week, why are you normal after a day???

now if you DIDN'T tell him, oh boy...are you in for it

AS PER THIS POST, he finds it hot🫦when you're sassy, as such when you start to get irritated more often he thinks you're coming onto him

it took several declines of his advances before he thought "maybe there's ACTUALLY a problem"

was utterly CONFUSED by your pads/tampons, you need these once month for a week? how useless. and yeah, still disgusted

don't even run out, that will be the most humiliating phone call, even if you can look back and laugh on it later

"girl, what pussy size you wear?" "...the purple ones in isle 9...with the flowers..."

now cramps? absolutely thought you were over exaggerating, no way a non existent wound hurts this much

anyways, after your two day recovery, he 100% thought you were cappin about this whole period thing, you said a week, not two days, get real

you were over it at this point and ended up getting a period simulator...yeahhh, maybe he'll shut his mouth next time🤭

so tragic Raditz's is longer, but he's my silly scrimblo i couldnt help it

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CCG - LUCI’S 3RD BIRTHDAY

In honor of the great @blainesebastian ‘s birthday here’s a little instagram compilation I’ve conjured up for our adored CCG nation <3 Austin, CCG, and Luci we miss and love ya’ll forever and Mccall you are a brilliant mind whom I will adore until the end of time! Have the bestest birthday ever, you deserve nothing less!

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enews And the Best Dad Award goes to ….! In honor Austin Butler and Y/N’s little girl turning three today let’s take a look back at our favorite moments of Austin Butler being the best dad ❤️ link in bio for full video of second slide.

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austinfan18 video of luci running into austin’s arm after two weeks apart you will always be famous!

butlerishh him throwing her in the air LMAO LUCI WAS NOT HAVING FUN

ccgfan HA fr luci was looking at her mom to save her

iloveaustin Can we talk about how proud his mom would be about what a great parent he is?

sharonbleu Austin even has Salma Hayek up in the likes 😉

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coffee.girl Celebrating Luci day should be every day tbh. 🦖💕👁️🐠🪷🌸☃️🥞 @austinbutler and I can’t believe we created this wonderful being, she had to have come from a lab of perfection.

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ashleytisdale Luci told me she’s from Pluto and I believe her. It’s the only logical explanation.

austinbutler Nice use of all of Luci’s favorite emoji’s, she’s going to be so proud. ❤️

jillian.mua The best thing you and Austin ever did and will ever do is have sex three years ago to give the world the best human to walk the Earth

coffee.girl JILLIAN!

ashleybee I’m disgusted but I get what she means

austinbutler Babe close your comment section please

chrisevans Happy bday to the one who is gonna prove aliens exist!

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people Luci Butler turns three today so we must not forget to credit her mother (and best friend) in a world where it seems moms get no recognition for being superhuman.

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user12 imagine using a 3 year olds bday to make some political womens movement statement. mom’s get plenty of recognition.

butlerfamupdates I actually applaud People Magazine for this. All day magazine’s have posted Austin’s cutest moments with Luci and talked about what a wonderful Dad he is - which no one would ever doubt to think he is - but Luci’s mom is very much present as well and deserves love too. Luci loves both her parents. It’s normal for a kid to have favorites, it doesn’t make the other parent ‘bad.’

ccgfan Y/N and Luci sharing their love for open water together and creating sea shell necklaces i cry

ccgfan1 You just know she’s the most supportive and loving mother! Austin and Luci are so lucky to have her!

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ashleytisdale happy birthday to Jupiter’s bestest friend in the whole wide world! We are so lucky to have you in our life Luci ❤️🦖✨

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coffee.girl the cutest besties 👯 🤣

fan23 ashley and aus are bffs now their daughters are too 😭

austinluv STOP my heart can’t take it

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butlerfamupdates a cute little insight into Luci’s “THREE-REX” bday party! Posts and reposts from @austinbutler and @coffee.girl IG stories

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sugartreats Thank you for choosing us for her cakes and treats! The sweetest, most beautiful family 🙌🏼 #happybirthdayluci

fan34 so luc is like obsessed w dinos huh 🤔

fan33 austin literally calls her lil dino

fan45 u just know it was luci’s idea to put a tutu on the scary t rex LMAO

sugarcakes Oh it was! Her parents brought her in and Miss Luci was very specific with what she wanted haha

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jillian.mua Happy birthday cool girl 🥳 I love you

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austinbutler vibin’

ashleybee oh gosh i wanna kiss those cheeks

oliviadejonge i wanna be her when i grow up ✨🥳

coffee.girl @austinbutler trendsetter 😂❤️

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austinbnews via Austin’s IG story for Luci’s birthday! Happy birthday sweet Luci 🎂 ♥️

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austinfan23 she’s taking after her parents with her love of books 🥹

ccgfan yes Y/N and Austin built Luci her personal little library 😭

butlerupdates Austin taking a picture of Luci taking a picture of Y/N — ICONIC

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austinbutler happy birthday lil dino ♥️

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coffee.girl … and she’s out for the count

jillian.mua @coffee.girl she had a busy day bossing everyone around

ashleytisdale @austinbutler please tell me you at least wiped the cake frosting off her face

austinbutler @ashleytisdale I’m not dealing with that tantrum when she wakes up

coffee.girl @austinbutler neither am I smart move

ashleybee I LOVE HERRRR

LMAOOOO MCCALL WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I TOLD YOU I WAS ALREADY WORKING ON THIS BEFORE YOU TEXTED ME TODAY ASKING ABOUT LUCI ?!???? OUR BRAINSSS INTERCONNECTED 🙌🏼❤️❤️❤️❤️ happy birthday mccall love you and your little universe and luci and ccg so much you’re awesome

[madlori]

I'm asking this to you because you're the only person I know who's been around fandoms for so long — do you find this shipping-situation weird? I've been in many fandoms but I've never really seen this insistence on there being only one acceptable ship for a character and encouraging the idea that anything other than the norm is almost sacrilegious. Almost every big fandom over the years have had multiple conflicting pairings, take for example, Marvel. Even works of media that have a canon romantic pairing have had fans who ship others with the leads (that was what shipping was tbh) and no one has ever shown up to their doorsteps with pitchforks in hand, at least not that I'm aware of. So I guess I'd really like your opinion on why you think this is happening now? Have things always been this way, just not in plain sight? Is this just the new fandom culture that is developing now with the influx of younger people? Or is this fandom an aberration where a group of people are so used to being the majority that they simply aren't taking well to things not going their way?

I've been thinking about this today, and I'm still not sure what I think.

I've been in fandoms with a hugely dominant ship before. I've been in fandoms that had ship wars. I've been in fandoms with a lot of peacefully co-existing ships. I'm not sure this fandom is really all that different. To answer your first question, no, I don't find it all that weird. In fact I sort of expected it.

Let me tell you a story about the Brokeback Mountain fandom, which managed to have a ship war despite having really only one ship, the canon ship. So BBM fic fell into several broad categories, the biggest of which were fix-the-ending/canon divergence fics and the straight-up AU fics (I wrote one of each, lol). Post-canon fics weren't as common, because you had to deal with one half of the canon pairing being...well, dead.

There was a post-canon fic that gained a lot of fans...and when I say "fic" that's really an understatement. It was a SAGA, and I don't use that term lightly. It was a series of like...6 or 7 epic 100K+ word fics and it was over a million words total. The author would put out more than one 5K chapters per DAY. I'm still in awe of this woman's output. But it was the content that created the issue.

(Brief recap for those who have not seen BBM - two ranch hands in the 1960s, Ennis (Heath Ledger) and Jack (Jake Gyllenhaal) spend a season herding sheep together, have sex, form a bond, then separate to go about their expected hetero lives but get together for fishing trips every year or so to have sex and spend time together. Jack wants more, Ennis is terrified. Both marry and have families. Eventually Jack dies in what is implied to be a gay-bashing but who knows, and Ennis makes his peace with the love he'd felt for him)

The saga picked up a couple of years after the film's events. Ennis decides to tentatively explore what being queer means, goes to Laramie, finds a gay bar, and very cautiously enters. Through a Series of Events he gets mixed up in an assault there and befriends a local sheriff's deputy, who is also gay. They begin a relationship.

Now, this series was COMPLEX. A huge cast of characters, a long and thorough evolution of this relationship, a lot of angst over Jack's memory, and it really worked for a LOT of readers. The new love interest she created was a really great character.

For others...it did not work and they hated it.

The animosity between fans who loved this saga and those that did not grew pretty heated. This was like '05 so there was no twitter or tumblr, this was all on LJ and dedicated fandom forums (some of which banned discussion of this fic for this reason), but there was doxxing and namecalling and real vitriol.

I guess my point in all this is that when there's strong feelings, some fans will find a way to be horrible to each other.

I was in the Sherlock fandom, another fandom 98% dominated by one ship. There were other ships, but somehow they seemed to co-exist mostly peacefully barring some snide remarks and rude comments (I could be wrong about this, if you asked someone who shipped a non-Johnlock ship they might have a different answer). No, the insanity in the Sherlock fandom was not ship-war-related.

I was also in the Criminal Minds fandom, which has a whole bunch of disparate ships and no ship wars that I can recall.

Then there are other fandoms, like Avatar, with TERRIBLE ship wars that are still going on.

I don't think the situation in 9-1-1 is as unique or different from other fandom wanks as has sometimes been asserted. I think terrible fandom wars are sort of inevitable, whether they're ship related or not. But for what it's worth, here are some of my thoughts on what's going on here.

A loooooong time (5.5 seasons) with one very dominant non-canonical queer ship. No other ship really ever approached the level of saturation or devotion of Buddie.

A pervasive belief that this ship might possibly become canon. That's a feature a lot of other ships do not have.

A lack of intense devotion to any of the other love interests. BuckTaylor was never a challenger to Buddie. Neither was Eddie and Shannon, or anybody else. It's hard to fight when there's no worthy challenger.

But now? BuckTommy is not only canon, but it has a lot of fans. It's a threat. And it's not only a threat in a feelings kind of way (as in, people like a thing that is not the thing I like and it makes me upset) but there's a perception that it's an ACTUAL threat, as in if people like this ship and promote it, it could cause it to become a permanent relationship (the degree to which fan response actually affects how the show unfolds is...debatable).

I do not personally think this is the case, but some fans strongly believe that Buddie could still happen if it weren't for BuckTommy. So if you're still wanting Buddie and believe it will or could happen, the existence of an alternate love interest represents a direct obstacle to that happening. That's a heck of an incentive to hate that competing ship. I get it.

That...might be a somewhat unique situation. There's a fight now because there's a challenger who might actually stand a chance.

This goes along with what we saw in the immediate aftermath of 7x04. I read someone else say (apologies, I don't know who it was, feel free to @ me if it was you and I'll credit you) that the early post-7x04 enthusiasm and acceptance of Tommy reflected the belief that he was temporary. A lot of folks thought it was just a way for Buck to get with Eddie, like, very soon after that. But the more time went by, the clearer it became that this was not the plan or the intention. So the mood soured for those who were still pulling for Buddie.

Other fandoms I've been in with a hugely dominant ship...Sherlock and X-Files are the two that spring immediately to mind...there was never a challenger with any legs. X-Files fandom wank was between the ship and the...lack of ship, shall we say. But a concrete, tangible "opponent" makes a fight so much more visceral, doesn't it?

I do think there's been a fandom shift towards needing ships to be canon that I don't really get, but it's there. There's been a lot written about fandom culture in the last ten years, the breakdown of boundaries between fans and creators, the access to those creators, a sense of ownership/entitlement, purity culture, obsession with shipping "correctly" (which leads into wanting things to be canon for the validation)...these are all newish features. So pile that on top of 9-1-1 having a longtime single ship that's legitimately threatened for the first time in its existence by a competing canon ship and it's kind of a powderkeg.

No wonder it's caught on fire.

[kazooiey]

My versions of Relativity Scalene & Euclid :] (edits/additions are bolded)

(Second drawing is the more recent one)

For my version of Relativity Falls, I really liked the ideas that people put out about scalene and Euclid, so I sort of took that concept and ran with it. Here are some Thoughts I had, if u wanna use em for ur own rf versions then go wild!!! Just tell me that you’re using them because I love to see other people’s interpretations of this au :)

I really liked the idea that someone else had of them sort of being physically “together” in a sense (this, where they are back-to-back(made by @fungalscrungle)). the idea of them being so codependent they actually sort of became “one” was really interesting, but I messed with it a bit more and ended up with them both shaped in a way that they can “snap” together like magnets. They are actually two separate entities, but they are joined at the hip in the most literal sense to the point that they are constantly at each other’s side

they are all that remains of their dimension. They're all the other has. Over the billions and billions of years their shapes began to shift to fit together

They are usually called “The Ciphers” by everybody else

They both have little pieces of one another, which I decided were the Euclidean version of wedding rings. Idk it seemed fitting for Bill’s parents to “carry a piece of the other wherever they go” but literal. He’d probably think it’s romantic to have a piece of your partner’s body at all times, and… these are his parents.

Scalene is the one on the left, she’s the “mother”, and Euclid is the one on the right, he’s the “father”. Considering their dimension has 14 billion different genders, I like to think that they decided to emulate the "perfect parents" to seem “friendlier” to humans

Actually their whole vibe really revolves around that.

They REALLY give off 1950’s nuclear family suburban white couple vibes in the way they talk, like “hey honey! How about we mentally torture this human today?” “I thought you’d never ask, pumpkin!” Because those always seem threatening to me. It’s the sanitization, the perfection, the blank smiles that show just a bit too much teeth. The “perfection” to the point of inhumanity, you know?

And that sort is is the opposite of what gravity falls embodies, isn’t it? Like being ur authentic weird self vs. being a perfect version of you that hides anything different

Euclid is more methodic and calm, meanwhile Scalene is sweet, but it’s a cover for a lot of the same manic instability that bill had, LIKE THE 50’S HOUSEWIFE STEREOTYPE.

these vibes are a product of how they were raised. Repression personified, sort of idealized "American Dream" type nuclear family or whatever. Loved the 50's for this exact reason, and it was their most active decade. Their influence is probably the reason the "nuclear family" subculture even exists

Their dynamic can essentially be summed up as “She kills ppl, he hides the bodies.” True love💖

When they possess someone, maybe since there’s two of them doing it at the same time, the person’s brain starts to overheat or get damaged, since there’s not enough space for them.

In relation to Dipper, I absolutely ADORE the idea that @amissamidstthemist had (here). LIKE YES!!!! They WOULD have a sort of “parental bond” with Dipper! That is SO PEAK!

They would like baby him and praise him and Euclid would ruffle his hair and Scalene would call him affectionate names.

Not only do they tap into his loneliness when it comes to that, but they also tap into his paranoia, make him believe everybody else is out to get him. He can only rely on them. “TRUST NO ONE!” (This actually is them just making a trait dipper already has worse, but one day I think i’ll touch on that)

For their backstory, I don’t know if anyone else has thought of this(someone probably has tbh) but for me they probably tried to see the stars for their son and because of that destroyed their dimension and their son with it(ow.)

BECAUSE OF THIS, they actually begin to get attached to Dipper, because he reminds them of their son, and constantly compare him to their son.

They treat Dipper a bit like the Other Mother treated Coraline.

OKAY I THINK THAT’S ALL. UH. ENJOY I GUESS LMAO