#I know he explicitly told me that I didn’t HAVE to take that advice but it pissed me off anyway..

[jrwiyuri]

My teacher said I should try making some of the symbolism in my art less obvious but like.. idk how? Or how that would benefit it?

[phant0mth1ef]

bakugou x blunt business course reader hcs / let me know if you guys want little drabbles of this!!

- usually business course students wanted to create their own companies, but there were a select few like you and some others that agreed to take on the challenge of trying to market heroes as approachable and attractive!

- he’s known your name since first year due to your placement in the sports’ festival, honestly with your quirk he was surprised you didn’t take the hero track. anyways his nickname for you was “wasted potential business course extra.”

- the first time he actually talked to you was in second year when the teachers had told the hero course students to get more invested with those in the business course, stating that one day they’d be in charge of each and every career.

- was a pain in the ass when he first met you, like he literally sucked and you dreaded every meeting.

“hello… bakugou?” you said skimming down the list of potential heroes you were supposed to meet with.

“yeah, what?” you knew getting people to like him was going to be even harder than getting people to like another client of yours, monoma.

“don’t take that tone with me, i’m basically launching your career.” you typed away on your laptop as the boy sulked in a chair, listening to everything you said.

“as i was saying, marketing yourself in a way similar to best jeanist can have either a good outcome, they’ll approve of you. or a bad outcome, they’ll call you a copycat.”

“tch.” so he ignored your advice and launched his career in a way similar to the pro hero’s and ended up getting insane backlash to the point where you had to step in and try to completely rebrand him.

eventually you got people to start referring to him as the blast hero.

“people are calling me blasty boy.”

“wow. that’s really unfortunate for you! anyways, what’s your height? this company wants to interview you for their tall men friendly jeans.”

- hated meeting with you because of how blunt and honest you were, but also grew to like you because whenever you complimented him, he knew you were genuine.

- would try to blow off meetings just for you to find him and drag him back to the business course meeting rooms, your quirk was something similar to blackwhip so he couldn’t ever really get out of your hold.

- once he realized how popular he was quickly getting thanks to you, he started to actually value the time you’d been putting into making him an admirable hero, but he couldn’t say the same for monoma who, no matter what you did, could not be saved in the publicity department.

- would never thank you, at least not directly.

“i guess this is where we part ways.” you told him at your last meeting before graduation.

“… i guess so. 🧍🏻 thanksorwhatever.” he spoke fast, as if he’d run out of words before leaving.

- even though he said he hated you on countless occasions, he couldn’t deny that he’d begun to miss you when you weren’t around. going so far as to find your contact and call you up once he started his own agency.

“you want me so bad.” you said as you walked in, your briefcase in hand as you shoved the boy to the side, headed up to your new office.

“no i don’t! just need help. s’all!” he was so easy to piss off it was so funny.

- you made him take modeling gigs when his approval ratings were low.

- one time you both went to grab dinner and people assumed you were on a date and you guys just never corrected them and continued to do stuff like that.

- eventually you fell into a routine, and although he never explicitly asked you out, you’d moved into his apartment, did couple things like kiss and stuff, and were always around each other.

- even he thought you were dating until you got interviewed once.

“a boyfriend?… no.” you were so oblivious it was crazy, he had to tell you afterwards that he thought you were his girlfriend.

“WE’RE DATING?” you were completely shocked and he just stood like like a statue.

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW?!”

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

We as a fandom do not talk about Buck’s whole “agonizing over not telling Eddie he’s bisexual” crisis enough. He felt like he was lying to Eddie because he didn’t tell him something new he’d discovered about himself! Tommy dismissing him for not being able to tell Eddie he’s bi yet certainly contributed to Buck’s panic about it, but the whole “lying to my best friend” part came entirely from Buck himself. And he goes to Maddie about his crisis because his big sister has always had good advice for him, and he trusts her with his relationship with Eddie. This tells us two things:

1. For some reason, Buck was worked up about not yet having told Eddie, specifically, that he is bisexual. He goes to Maddie and omits half the truth from her, even though it could help him figure out why he’s so anxious about hiding the truth from Eddie. But he doesn’t panic about his sister either finding out he’s bisexual, or attempting to hide it from her until the pronoun slip. His panic is clearly and explicitly devoted to the thought of lying to his best friend. Not even his sister, who has known and loved him his whole life, was like his mother for much of their childhoods, and was his greatest and sole champion for most of his life, elicits such panic from Buck. He’s nervous about telling Eddie, but everyone else in his life, he comes out to essentially with ease at the Madney wedding.

Now, for some people, this might make it seem like Buck is aware, even subconsciously of his feelings for Eddie, but I’m not sure I agree. And that is because of the second thing:

2. Buck is 100% incapable of not telling Eddie everything about himself and/or his life. Time and again, we have seen Buck using Eddie as a confidant, a safe space, and a comfort for himself when he’s in crisis or feeling particularly reflective. We see this in the og kitchen scene, when Buck, with a rather shaky segue, apologizes again to Eddie for abandoning the Diazes during the lawsuit, in a scene that feels like Buck’s been holding his words in and they’ve suddenly forced their way out to be heard by Eddie. We see it when Buck tells Eddie all about the first dinner with the Buckley parents, notably, the only on-screen conversation Buck has about the dinner and Buck’s feelings about it before the dinner is immediately overshadowed by the Daniel of it all. It’s all directed towards Eddie. And then we got Buck coming over to Eddie’s house after the lightning strike, asking for space from questions and concerns, and then later opening up about how conflicted and confused he feels after dying for three minutes (and seventeen seconds). And yes, even Buck eventually coming out to Eddie, the only scene where Buck is shown to be 100% intentionally coming out (yes, this is me admitting that I’m still iffy on the soot being on purpose or just an accident that Buck was fine with using to come out to everyone else he loves).

All of this to say, Buck cannot be aware or even subconsciously suspicious that he is in love with Eddie. Yet. This is a guy that thought taking his time to come out to his best friend comfortably constitutes as lying. He is honest with Eddie, and he clearly hates hiding things from his best friend because he gets all weird and uncomfortable about it. If Buck knew that he is in love in with Eddie, we, the audience, would know too. And that’s including the general audience. This isn’t a case where Buck could admit it to someone else and feel a little better that it’s out there, even though Eddie still doesn’t know. This is a man who is incapable of lying to his best friend, or keeping a secret from him. Not only is he incapable of it, he hates it! He doesn’t care about over sharing, he is just desperate for Eddie Diaz to know every part of him and love him anyway.

All I can say to that is, if we see a Buck love realization first, we’d better hope Eddie gets knocked into shape very soon after, or we’re in for a very angsty arc where Buck is “rejected” until Eddie realizes his own feelings. It won’t be a sweet and goofy sequence of Buck avoiding Eddie for a few days once he’s realized, and then telling Eddie magically makes Eddie realize that he feels the same in that very moment. It’ll be Buck accidentally running into Eddie the moment he walks into work the morning after he figures out his feelings, and immediately spilling his love out on the operations floor in front of Eddie and the entire team if he has to. Some sort of gentle rejection on Eddie’s part, and then the boys both shutting down instantly. Then multiple scenes of Buck believing he’s destroyed everything, while Eddie speed runs his gay crisis straight (heh) into a love realization regarding his best friend that he just rejected not three days ago.

So. Do we want the angsty “rejection” route? Or do we want an Eddie realization first, which would contain no less screaming, crying, and throwing up by Eddie, but would spare us the secondhand embarrassment of a Buck so in love that he simply can’t lie to the man he loves’ face for more than a second. Since it would be incredibly cheesy and adorable for their love realizations to happen at the same time, and for them to be ready to admit their feelings in the same scene/episode, I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen. It’s 9-1-1. If there is angst and pain to be had, before leading to a beautiful, fulfilling love, then they’ll be going that route over the simultaneous love confessions.

[esther-dot]

The problem with Daenerys is that she sees issues from a purely black-and-white perspective. She stops Mirri from being raped and acts as if that’s the complete solution to her problem. Daenerys acts as her savior and insinuates that the rape victim she “saved” much be grateful. However, upon having her people murdered and ravaged, Mirri tries to get back at Drogo. But she doesn’t even really contribute to his death, as we know that Drogo died of his own infection that he refused to treat (he also refused to follow Mirri‘s advice on how to treat it). Sure, she apparently kills Daenerys’s infant, but I doubt that’s even true. Mirri explicitly announces that no one must enter the tent while she’s performing her magic. Yet Jorah and Daenerys enter anyway.

And even if this isn’t true, Daenerys herself believes that Jorah killed her son since he didn’t listen to Mirri and took her into the tent, yet it is Mirri she burns alive.

Ser Jorah had killed her son, Dany knew. He had done what he did for love and loyalty, yet he had carried her into a place no living man should go and fed her baby to the darkness. He knew it too; the grey face, the hollow eyes, the limp. “The shadows have touched you too, Ser Jorah,” she told him. The knight made no reply. (AGOT, Daenerys IX)

You know, you're right that there's a distinct pattern of misapplying or refusing to accept guilt when it suits her. While her feelings may be alleviated by "saving" people,

"She will do no harm." Dany felt she could trust this old, plain-faced woman with her flat nose; she had saved her from the hard hands of her rapers, after all. (AGOT, Daenerys VII)

Perhaps Dany needs to reconsider what put them in that position in the first place, and whether it might actually have been Drogo and her choices, her war, that ruined their life,

"Saved me?" The Lhazareen woman spat. "Three riders had taken me, not as a man takes a woman but from behind, as a dog takes a bitch. The fourth was in me when you rode past. How then did you save me? I saw my god's house burn, where I had healed good men beyond counting. My home they burned as well, and in the street I saw piles of heads. I saw the head of a baker who made my bread. I saw the head of a boy I had saved from deadeye fever, only three moons past. I heard children crying as the riders drove them off with their whips. Tell me again what you saved." "Your life." (AGOT, Daenerys IX)

And I think the reader should be alarmed that while Dany thinks she's saved a life here, she promptly turns around and takes it:

"You will not hear me scream," Mirri responded as the oil dripped from her hair and soaked her clothing. "I will," Dany said, "but it is not your screams I want, only your life. (AGOT, Daenerys X)

I suppose this is similar to her freeing people but the situation being so bad they’re desperate enough to want to sell themselves back into slavery and instead of that being a wake up call about the results of her choices, telling Dany she hasn’t done what she thinks she’s done, Dany decides to take a cut, to profit off of their suffering.

[waldorfhistoria]

Man, this wonderful Jenny meta I reblogged has me thinking SO many thoughts, especially about the Dan-Jenny dynamic and this line in particular:

“one scene that stands out to me is when jenny steals the dress in season one and dan goes into talk to her and it’s so clear he’s had to take on somewhat of a parental role with her since their mom has been gone? and i’m sure that’s frustrating for both jenny and for dan. but despite taking on this role of care, he doesn’t treat her condescendingly or with any ire, he tries to be understanding and careful and thoughtful where rufus couldn’t be.” - @buffyspeak

And one of the things that’s so fascinating to me about the relationship dynamic between Dan and Jenny is that they essentially have about four different styles of sibling relationships, all nestled into their one.

At times, especially towards the beginning of the show, Dan and Jenny have a fairly “typical” big brother/little sister dynamic - Jenny is teasing and affectionately annoying towards Dan, Dan is teasing and affectionately exasperated towards Jenny, but they ultimately look out for and try to protect/take care of one another the way that siblings do. But there’s a shift, I think, when Alison leaves - Rufus is suddenly acting as a single father, and Dan is put in the position where he not only needs to look out for Jenny as her big brother, but as a pseudo-mother of sorts - he’s the one who ends up playing mediator between Rufus and Jenny’s growing conflicts, who tries to give her the advice and guidance that she’s not getting from either of her actual parents, and is even the one who Rufus, at times, turns to to talk out the parenting decisions he makes in relation to Jenny. Which brings up another facet of their dynamic that only grows as the show goes on and Jenny starts to struggle more and more - the golden child and the “problem” child.

One thing I’ve noticed is that a lot of the Rufus discourse really hinges on whether a fan is paying more attention to Dan as a character or to Jenny, because the Rufus in Dan’s story is often a very different figure than the Rufus in Jenny’s. Dan’s Rufus is a compassionate, loving, fair-minded dad, who affords Dan a level of respect and independence while also upholding strong moral values he expects his son to live up to. Jenny’s Rufus, on the other hand, is a far more controlling and at times almost immature figure, sometimes fighting with Jenny like a peer rather than a parent - a father who fails to offer his daughter the same respect and understanding he affords his son. And while none of this is Dan’s fault, how can Jenny not be a little resentful of it, of him - that Dan is treated like a person while Jenny is often made to feel like more of a project.

And yet, in spite of that, I would argue there’s another dimension of their relationship that probably plays a key role in keeping them close as the series wears on - Dan and Jenny as childhood friends. This is something that I feel doesn’t come up in the show enough but is still interesting in light of the way their dynamic evolves - based on what we know of their upbringing, it doesn’t seem like Dan and Jenny had a lot of other friends coming into the Upper East Side. I mean, we’re told that pretty explicitly with Dan, given that Vanessa seems to be the only other person he’s really close to outside of his family, prior to dating Serena. But it seems like Jenny didn’t really have any other close friends herself - at least no one close enough to stay in touch with after she moves from public school to private. It seems like - especially in the space of time that Vanessa was living in Vermont - Dan and Jenny were likely each other’s two closest friends, and I think considering how enmeshed their later social circles become, that adds an interesting nuance as well. Dan isn’t just Jenny’s big brother, he’s also her sister and sometimes her mother and kind of her rival and always her longtime friend.

[max--phillips]

Ok but do you have any advice for us bimbos *affectionate* when we go to a car mechanic bc it always feels like I go for one simple issue, and end up being told there's almost a dozen issues with my car 💀 when do u kno ur being swindled?😭

Yeah actually I do!! Because it’s happened to me before!

So, best case scenario is they tell you the thing you were worried about isn’t actually an issue and they try to direct you to an entirely different, unrelated problem. For instance: with my first car, which was a piece of shit to begin with, I had some transmission issues at one point and went to a transmission shop to have them look. At my. Transmission. Just the transmission. And a little while later the guy comes out and he’s like “yeah idk your transmission fluid was a little dark but it doesn’t smell burnt or anything so it’s probably fine. The issue you really have is that your entire front end is fucked and needs to be rebuilt.”

At which point you do the same thing you would do to a doctor trying to tell you to lose weight as a magic solution to all your problems (but you gotta kinda stroke their ego a little bit). “That’s a fair observation, and I’ll definitely take a quote on that, but I don’t think that has anything to do with the issue I came in for. Can you please help me figure out why my transmission was slipping/what that noise is/why it’s vibrating so much/whatever?”

At that point if they push back with “it’s probably just a fluke” or “I didn’t see anything wrong with it” ask for a second opinion, either have the same mechanic take another pass at it or ask if there’s another mechanic in the shop who can take a look. If they still give you shit, just take the quote for the work they apparently did want to do and find another shop. Any quotes they give you are indeed just quotes; you never have to talk to them again if you don’t want to. Just don’t pay for anything if all they did was a diagnostic and didn’t actually do any work!! Unless they explicitly tell you diagnostics cost money, which the vast majority of shops don’t do.

Worst case scenario is they start throwing all sorts of technical terms at you for issues that might be related to your main concern. At that point, you’re unfortunately going to need to do some legwork. Ask them for a quote for the work they’re suggesting. Most of the technical BS that they’ve thrown at you should be on the quote. Then take your car to another shop. Do not tell them that you’ve been to another shop or have a quote elsewhere. If they give you the exact same technical BS, chances are fairly good that they’re actually on to something. If they give you an entirely new batch of technical BS, you know they’re probably just fucking with you. There’s still probably some overlap between the two quotes; figure out what that overlap is, and that’s likely the work that actually needs to be done. Honestly, you might take it to a third shop just to rule out that one of the two shops was on to something & the other was just bullshitting you.

Some other various tips:

Read the reviews online! If there are a ton of complaints about being overcharged for unnecessary work, don’t go there!

Ask your friends! Chances are good someone you know knows a guy. If you’re still worried they might try to swindle you, bring the friend who recommended them to you with you!

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. This means do preventative maintenance on your car. Get your oil changed (highly recommend getting full synthetic, you can usually go about 5k miles between oil changes), get your tires balanced and rotated. There are some special maintenance things for higher-mileage vehicles (ie with 100,000 miles or more); you can usually find that kind of thing in your owner’s manual.

Speaking of oil changes: for the love of god stop going to overpriced ass chain shops (Take 5, Valvoline Instant Oil Change, Jiffy Lube, etc). Literally go to Walmart (as long as your Walmart has an auto center) and ask for a full synthetic oil change. This will be just as good & not cost nearly as much.

If you must go to another shop to get your oil changed and/or tires balanced and rotated, they’ll probably try to sell you wiper blades. You can say no. You should say no. Buy them at Walmart, on Amazon, or from RockAuto. They will be a million times cheaper. And they’re very easy to change; most of the packaging comes with instructions, but YouTube is your friend—just search your year make & model and “how to change wiper blades.” (Ex: how to change wiper blades on 2013 Honda Civic.)

(If they try to sell you anything else, you can say no to that, too. An oil change is just oil & your oil filter. If they’re nice they might also top off your coolant and windshield wiper fluid. You don’t need to have them replace your cabin air filter or wiper blades or anything (although if your car is always stinky and you can’t figure out why you might wanna replace the cabin air filter bc it can help with that))

Know the penny trick for your tire treads!

If they try to sell you tires and Lincoln’s head is still pretty covered, they’re bullshitting you.

(Tires usually last about 10k miles unless something wack happens like you pop one or something)

(I can make a post about what to do when you get a flat tire if y’all want??)

Uhhhhhh that’s all I got rn, hopefully this is helpful!! If anyone else wants to chime in please do!!

[hardcorekidbarbie]

Today was a WILD ride. But I’m hoping that the things that came out of it are beneficial long term. Fingers Crossed.

So i guess a lot of this really started yesterday or the day before.. but Husb and I were partaking in extracurricular medicines so we were up late n feeling frisky and adventurous. We were using a anonymous chat site to have some fun. He explicitly told me numerous times Not to use it on my own and that this was an us together thing. He DEF has the right to feel this way and place these limits especially considering my problems with hypersexuality and how I have used such sites in the past while manic. (This 100% should have been one of my first clues 🙄) It was awesome, we had a blast, I felt super seen and connected to him and for once in a very long time I didn’t feel like a disgusting freak for my kinks or exhibitionist behaviors. Problem is I felt SO good I didn’t think thing’s through when perusing the chat site for ideas in our future use..

Fast forward to today. We both crashed hard last night so we were both up early this morning. We ran a couple errands and I started doing some housework. I was feeling GREAT and productive (clue 2). I was feeling a lil sexy n I was definitely gonna ask him if he wanted to play that way again tonight. (Clue 3) While fantasizing about our potential night time fun n doing laundry I remembered I had a shrink appointment that morning. ALMOST missed it but didn’t. Saw Shrink Shelly n was literally feeling Top Notch. While discussing my bipolar we went over my mania symptoms and then about halfway through my session it hit me… I’m Manic Right Now.

Of course the correct action would have been to divulge that to her right then.. but nope! I was definitely frightened of the unknown of her reaction and what would happen as a result of me telling her???? Literally doesn’t make sense lol After my session I went to Walmart and was just noticing tons of things that confirmed this. But so far nothing really bad was happening (besides some self medicating) so I thought why not ride the high… I took forever at Walmart bc the racing thoughts were causing me to forget and second guess what I needed. I talked to Husb and I could feel a slight annoyance that I was taking so long. So I rushed home. We were kinda chatting n I felt like he was irritated by something or I dunno what. He asked if I had used any sites without him. I wanted to be honest, I hadn’t done anything bad.. except I had. I completely diminished his feelings by using it for recon. I broke the one rule he gave me and once again I felt surprised bc “it was no big deal”. My brain just minimizes situations and I lose site of the bigger picture. In the moment I really felt like “why is he so upset? I didn’t do anything wrong” But talking/getting defensive and arguing with him I realized exactly what I did wrong and how it hurt him.. but it was kinda too late. It was him telling me I fucked up and hurt him by not taking his feeling’s seriously and he was right. It was a shitty thing to do and as usual I felt hella guilty. But not before making a huge fuckin deal of it bc I always blow up and then see the error of my ways quickly after. Feels crappy. Because of how I handled things I ruined the whole day.. I couldn’t just apologize n let him be justifiably mad for a minute. I always get defensive and I was irritated for ruining my chances of future fun. Which in fact, had I let the situation play out normally, would have mostly been saved. Jen Queen Champion of Ruining things. So while in the car I worked on my “reasonable thinking” and was able to work through my problematic thinking and felt better. MUCH better. I thought that now that I saw things clearly and apologized and took accountability for what I did wrong and was feeling better that I could reclaim the day. I decided to reach out on my Bipolar1 and BPD Reddit groups for advice. But you know.. I just don’t learn from my mistakes. So Husb was like WTF are you doing on Reddit! And me again minimizing everything was like oh I just use it for mental health advice and support. But AGAIN that is a site he’s justifiably told me not to use. So now he’s upset bc I literally am doing exactly what we just discussed and I just said I understood. Needless to say I have destroyed his mood for the day.. my mania is still around but it’s symptoms have lessened. I wanted to reclaim the day and make up for my mistakes and try to hopefully influence Husb mood. So I actively have stayed in a positive mood and tried to be as ideal a partner as humanly possible. Because the mania is still present it was easy to fall back into the positive mood. His mood however was not influenced.. He says he’s over it and that nothing is wrong but his actions, attitude, language etc say otherwise. N the post-mania guilt is creeping in early.

So anyway Shrink Shelly asked if I journaled today and said I should try picking it up again. I think putting em out on here is gonna be beneficial. I just get worried that mania is having me believe that this is a better idea than it really is. Being aware of Mania when it’s happening is supposedly a good thing. Well lemme tell you.. it’s fucking confusing and causes me to second guess my feelings and thoughts. Lots of lessons learned today and I’m hoping they really sink in. Im hoping I see all this as clearly when the mania ends. I’m also hoping the journaling keeps up after this is over too. I still have SO much to learn about myself and my illness. BUT baby steps. Forward progress.

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

Wow, extremely rude to start with calling me a bitch, but I will go ahead and explain further since this is apparently so confusing.

Chloe is not the main character of the show. Chloe is a narrative foil to Marinette, her chronic selfishness and unwillingness to grow and change is directly contrasted Constantly by Marinette’s willingness to admit when she is wrong and apologize and try to make amends. Characters are storytelling tools, they are not people. Chloe’s unpleasantness is a feature not a bug. She is literally named Chloe Bourgeois, I don’t know what else you expect from a character who is rich girl privilege incarnate.

When did Marinette learn something? Hmm. Let’s review, shall we?

Season 1 episode 1 Stormy Weather

Marinette is given the responsibility of watching over a kid and foists the responsibility off on Alya so they can spy on Adrien’s photoshoot. This puts Manon and Alya in danger which Marinette resolves by saving them during the fight with stormy weather. The lesson Marinette learns is about putting her selfish desires before her responsibility, and in the end she loses the chance to be in a photoshoot with Adrien but reaffirms her dedication to her responsibility as Manon’s babysitter.

Season 1 episode 2 Evillustrator

Marinette accidentally reproduces some of the same negative dynamics that Sabrina and Chloe have in their friendship by letting Sabrina do her homework, and lets her negative emotions about Chloe lead to bad decision making. She attempts to make amends with Sabrina after the conflict is resolved.

Season 1 episode 4 Princess Fragrance

Tikki is sick and asks to be taken to a healer, Marinette is overly cautious and doesn’t listen to her, leading to a series of events where Tikki is endangered and Marinette has to work to make sure she’s safe. When she gets Tikki back she apologizes for not prioritizing her when Tikki asked earlier, and takes her to Master Fu.

Season 1 episode 5 Dark Cupid

Marinette gives Kim bad advice that leads to him experiencing a romantic rejection from Chloe and his akumatization. Marinette doubts her own resolve to confess to Adrien and tries to get back the letter she was going to send to him. At the end of the episode she decides that she will try to be honest with Adrien about her feelings anyway after learning her lesson.

Season 1 episode 6 Mr. Pigeon

At the beginning of the episode Marinette doesn’t have the confidence to claim ownership of her designs in front of Adrien. By the end of the episode she is able to confidently refute claims of plagiarism against her and have her work seriously evaluated by Gabriel.

Season 1 episode 7 Pixelator

Marinette tries to cut corners when finding sunglasses for Jagged Stone in order to prioritize her want to see Adrien sooner, leading to her having to do more work to fix what she could have done right the first time. This, like many of the lessons Marinette learns, is told to her explicitly by Tikki, who is the constant voice of reason always urging Marinette to do the right thing.

Season 1 episode 8 Copycat

Marinette leaves Adrien an awkward voicemail and feels so anxious about it she steals Adrien’s phone to delete it before he can hear it. This leads to her being late to an official appearance as ladybug, leading to the akumatization of the sculptor who dedicated a statue to her and chat. At the end of the episode, she apologizes to the sculptor whose work she didn’t appreciate properly.

Season 1 Episode 9 The Bubbler

Marinette wastes a lucky charm to interrupt adrien dancing with Chloe and takes time away from a fight to belatedly sign her gift to adrien, leading to several of her classmates being captured. At the end of the episode she proves that she has learned her lesson by not correcting the lie that the gift of the scarf to Adrien was from her and not Gabriel, because what actually matters to her is that he is happy.

Season 1 Episode 10 Simon Says

Marinette’s duties as Ladybug have led to her neglecting her other responsibilities and skipping out on school too often, and she gets in trouble with her parents. At the end of the episode she is able to maintain a week of perfect attendance and is praised by her parents for doing so. The lesson here is about Marinette finding balance between her duties as Ladybug and her responsibilities as Marinette.

Season 1 Episode 12 Gamer

Marinette chooses to compete for the mecha strike iii tournament spot so she can spend time with adrien even though she knows her classmate Max is super excited to do so, leading to his Akumatization. At the end of the episode she apologizes and offers her spot up to him. In the end she has fun competing alongside Max even without Adrien’s attention.

Do I need to keep going? Or have you understood my point yet?

The episodes I didn’t include in this list from the first half of s1 have a different major character learning a lesson. Whether it’s Adrien, who has to learn to prioritize their secret identities and Marinette’s boundaries over his desire to know her without the mask in episode 3, or even Chloe, who does in fact learn shit occasionally, who learns not to accuse someone without proof in episode 11.

The formula of Miraculous Ladybug is simplistic, particularly in the first two seasons, but it is extremely effective in its simplicity. Usually that formula goes as follows: marinette wants something that is at odds with her responsibilities. She initially chooses to indulge her selfish wants, leading to the conflict of the episode and often the akumatization of someone. Over the course of the episode, Marinette learns from her mistake, makes amends with whoever she may have hurt, and chooses differently at the end of the episode to demonstrate her growth.

All of the mistakes she makes are reasonable and understandable given that she is a young teen experiencing the challenges of growing up and constantly having to navigate difficult middle school social situations which are complicated by her role as a superhero.

‘Marinette is insufferable. ML is so terribly written because Marinette does toxic things like stalking and stealing phones and gets away with it. Marinette sucks—‘

MARINETTE IS A CHILD

She is the middle schooler protagonist of a children’s show wherein she Makes Mistakes and Learns From Them for FUCK’S SAKE. It’s a morality play!!! For kids!!!!!!!!

90% of the stupid discourse I see about this fucking show has to be originating from people who started watching miraculous as children and then aged three years and now they’re like ‘why is this show for babies acting like a show for babies?????’

[radiant-reid]

Darling, you're the one I want

Summary: The history of Spencer and Y/n's relationship as told by Paper rings by Taylor Swift

hiii i was wondering if you can do something like paper rings by taylor relateds

A/N: is this a little too bisexual of me? maybe, but I love Emily Prentiss

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff )

Content Warning: Recreation marijuana use (not explicitly by reader) | sexual references | mention of Spencer's drug addiction | mention of Diana's condition

Word Count: 8.1k I am so sorry

Masterlist

When Y/n moved into her new apartment, she didn't expect to meet her best friend. After watching the mysterious Emily Prentiss arrive and leave at odd hours, she definitely wanted to know what her story was. A mixed-up package gave her the perfect opportunity to introduce herself. Then she started feeding Emily's cat when she was away, and they very quickly were having brunch on Sundays, getting wine drunk together, and trading secrets.

One of the very first things she learned about Emily was the reason for the periods of time she was away. Her super impressive FBI job.

A few months into their friendship, Emily mentioned she didn't have someone to take to the party her colleague/friend, Spencer, was hosting. The members of the BAU were something Emily talked about a lot. From 'charming, but not as good a flirt as me' Derek Morgan to 'ray-of-sunshine' Penelope Garcia to 'boss man' Aaron Hotchner to 'badass' Jennifer Jareau to 'the famous book guy, who's actually quite cool' David Rossi. And, of course, Spencer, the intelligent little brother she never had.

They all were quite highly spoken of by Emily, so Y/n wanted to meet them. It was why she offered to go with her friend. An added bonus was going to be free food and booze, and she'd planned to hang out with Emily anyway.

"Okay, I love that dress." Emily immediately greeted Y/n after she'd made the twenty steps to her apartment door. "You look hot."

The dress, Y/n could agree, was flawless. A soft, silky baby blue mini dress that fitted like it was made for her. The neckline was high enough it wasn't too club-like, but low enough there was still a pretty decent view of her boobs. She looked hot, and she knew it. Maybe the dress wasn't overkilling it, but her glam makeup and soft curls probably were. She didn't exactly care. After all, there are only so many house parties one goes to in their early 30s. And maybe Emily had hyped Morgan up a little too much for Y/n to not want to take home.

"Me? What about you?" Y/n complimented in reply, her eyes darting over Emily's dress. "When did you buy this?"

Emily did a little spin, showing Y/n the hot new red number she must have recently acquired. "Oh, you know, just before my date last week?"

"Any good?" Y/n replied, knowing she always had a story.

"Oh my gosh, no." Emily shook her head. "He was arrogant, but I guess that's what I get for dating someone my mom likes."

Y/n laughed aloud at that. "A politician?" She asked.

Biting her lip because she knew what Y/n's reaction would be, Emily replied. "A corporate lawyer." She was right, judging by the way her friend's mouth contorted into a grimace.

"You've got to stop doing that." Y/n reminded her, although the information wasn't new, and Emily would ignore the advice once again.

"I know, but scold me later, or we'll be late." Emily requested, using the ticking clock as an excuse to get out of the judgmental eyes of her friend. She turned to lock her apartment door, and the pair started walking to the underground parking.

Y/n pressed the button on the elevator, stepping in. "I do think our dresses deserve the honor of being fashionably late." She commented, straightening out the silk fabric.

Emily chuckled, agreeing with that as they got into the car. As usual, they found more than enough to talk about on the short drive to Spencer's apartment.

"Oh, I've got to grab the books from the trunk," Emily mentioned when they got out as she walked around to the back of the car.

Y/n followed her with a frown, only more confused by the ten or eleven books in the back of the car. All thick and definitely old. "Why books?"

"He reads. Like a lot." Emily told her, but Y/n thought it might have been mentioned before. "And these were some he mentioned he wanted that I took from my parents' house." That made Y/n laugh, the thought of how cute their relationship was lingering in her head. "It's not like they're going to notice. They just sit in the 200 square foot room." She scoffed, exaggerating, or maybe not. Y/n wasn't sure.

They took the stairs, Y/n carrying half the books in her hands before knocking on the door. She'd seen the man who opened the door in photos in Emily's apartment, but he was more stunning in person. A sweet smile, pretty eyes, and perfectly formed curls. Tall, too, she initially presumed that JJ, who he was standing beside in the photo, was short. But his slacks clearly showed his long legs.

"Oh, you brought the books!" Spencer grinned once he focused his attention on the thick hardcovers. Quickly, he took them out of their hands, making sure the girls didn't have to carry them. "Thank you so much. I'll finish them fast, so your parents don't find out." He gushed, letting Emily pull him in for a hug.

"Don't worry," Emily told him, flicking her hand backward. "I'll fight them off."

Y/n smiled at the bond between the two of them. She could have figured how difficult and necessary it was to have friends in a job like theirs.

When they pulled away, Spencer looked at the new guest in his apartment. "Sorry, I'm Spencer Reid." He offered out a hand to shake hers.

"Y/n L/n. It's nice to meet you." She replied, smiling at him.

Spencer stepped aside, gesturing for the two of them to come in. "Thanks for coming. I was worried I'd have to listen to more of Morgan's music." He joked. Emily laughed with him. "You have that music application thing on your phone, right?"

Y/n gave Emily an 'is this guy for real' look when he didn't use an abbreviation. The shrug she got in reply assured her he was every bit as unknowingly cute as she thought.

"Yeah, Reid, I got you covered," Emily assured him. "But, I know it's time for a drink."

That was how the night started. There was more alcohol than Y/n would have suspected, especially because Spencer didn't seem to be drinking any.

Derek Morgan was quick to come and introduce himself. "Prentiss, you did not tell me how pretty your new friend was." He flirted, eyes tracing her figure.

Sighing, Emily introduced them. "Y/n, meet the one and only Derek Morgan."

"I've heard great things," Y/n informed him, shaking his hand. Morgan quipped his eyebrows, looking between her and Emily, not exactly sure what information she'd been told. Emily's descriptions for all of them seemed to be accurate, and she quickly felt as though she fit in with them.

As the night drew on, there was more drinking, laughter, and time for Y/n to get to know the team. She was drawn to Spencer, an odd type of attraction she wasn't sure she'd ever felt for anyone. Like something inside her was driving her to know him.

After Hotch and Rossi left, Morgan took out a small ziplocked bag of weed and some rolling paper. "Brought you a gift, pretty boy." He said with a sly smirk on his face.

Penelope hit him on the shoulder. "That's not for him, and you know it." She reminded him, only causing him to nod.

Spencer shook his head with a laugh, turning to the kitchen to get them more chips that he was sure they would need. They started rolling to joint, and to Y/n's surprise, they were expertly done. Sitting on the patterned rug on the dark wood flooring of his lounge room. His apartment gave off the same vibe as when Emily described Spencer. Tidy but cluttered, what she imagined his brain to look like. Lots of books, obviously, but also a globe, framed maps, greek sculptures, and a statement, ornate mirror. It was just as pretty as he was.

Y/n sat around them while they smoked, far too drunk to participate. The music was loud enough she could feel it thumping through her, the beat synching with her pulse.

A hand on her shoulder drew her attention from waiting for the bathroom door to open. It was the owner of the apartment she was in. "You can use my ensuite if you like." Spencer offered, holding out a hand for her to take.

She took it, letting him pull her down the end of the hallway she hadn't toured down. It felt like she was rushing off to some random guy's bedroom at a college party, but Spencer held her hand up high, making sure she didn't trip. It was completely different, and Spencer was definitely a good person for being so kind to a near stranger.

The was only one piece of art on the walls, a large landscape of tree branches littered with birds. Not tropical rainforest-like scenery it was dark colors that complemented the dark green walls. The birds weren't exotic either, all sparrows, robins, woodpeckers, and goldfinches.

He was talking as they stepped away from the slightly foggy living room. "I'm guessing it's JJ and Will in the bathroom, and they're either up to adult business or JJ's puking."

Spencer's bedroom was like an extension of his open-planned living space. There were more personal effects there, though, judging by the collection of knickknacks on a shelf beside the bed. Where Y/n imagined, he could look at before he fell asleep. They were things Y/n wanted to know the story behind.

The bed was on the opposite wall to the door, centered in the middle. One of the other walls had a balcony door, and the other a double-doored closet and another door.

Stunned, she took it in for a moment. "They do that?" Y/n retorted with a giggle at his former speculation.

With a laugh, Spencer nodded. "They're notorious for it. It's a miracle Henry doesn't have 20 siblings." Y/n had heard that name before with the pictures while his godparents bragged about him, maybe more than his parents. "That's the bathroom." He mentioned, nodding to the door adjacent to the bed.

"Thanks," Y/n replied, finally dropping his hand and walking closer to that side of the room.

"I'm going to supervise. I'll bring you some water." Spencer told her, moving closer to the door to the hallway. Y/n thanked him again, walking into the bathroom while Spencer exited the room.

Y/n resisted the urge to look through his bathroom cabinet. Instead, when Spencer wasn't back in his room, she looked around at his personal effects. She sifted through the four books on his nightstand. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen, Emma, Jane Austen, A Room With A View, E.M Foster, and A Farewell To Arms, Ernest Hemmingway. A true romantic.

The most treasured possessions told the same story. A drawing by a small child, probably Henry. A small wooden sparrow. Glasses that she was guessing weren't his due to the size. A women's perfume bottle. A bright yellow mug with a smiling sun on it. A birthday card which looked worn with a number 8 on it. An old fountain pen. And a set of playing cards.

She must have been too wrapped up in trying to figure out what each thing meant to him because the hand on her shoulder startled her. Spencer, again, was there when she turned around.

"Sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to scare you." He apologized, handing her the glass of water. He stood a few feet away from her, watching intently as she looked at his things.

Grateful, Y/n took the glass. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been snooping." She felt awkward about it. A near-stranger let her into his bedroom, and she went through his things.

Spencer shook his head. "I don't mind." He provided her with some reassurance. He wasn't exactly sure why that was, though. It wasn't like he would be mad at anyone for looking through his things, but he wouldn't have enjoyed it. Spencer wanted to tell the story behind every item to her, whether it was happy or not. If not because of the magnetism between them, then because of the kind smile she was wearing.

"Your girlfriend's?" Y/n asked, holding up the bottle of perfume, unsure of why no one had mentioned it.

Shyly, Spencer shook his head, his hands resting heavily in his pockets. "My mom's." He admitted to her before continuing. "I miss her, and it's the perfume she used to wear when I was a kid. Scents travel to the olfactory bulb, which is connected to the amygdala and hippocampus. It's why smells can trigger intense emotions or memories."

Y/n cut him off when he looked like he was going to add something. "I think that might be the cutest thing I've ever heard." She told him softly, meeting his pretty brown eyes.

Spencer blushed at hearing her words, his tongue darting out around his lips as he worked out what to say in reply. "Do you want to see something?" He offered with his hand.

Nodding, Y/n let him pull her away from his things. He took her out of the other door and onto the balcony. It was bigger than she expected, with a bench and telescope. The slight breeze was only a little cold. Spencer let go of her hand in favor of fixing the angle of the telescope.

"Wanna see something cool?" Spencer asked, waving her over to look in the lens.

Y/n complied, unable to stop her intrigue of him. Sure, everyone around her was new, sans Emily, but Spencer was the one she had the urge to learn. He was so close to her that she could smell his dreamy cologne. Just as divine as he was.

She forced herself to focus her attention on what she could bend down to see through the telescope. "You see that tiny slither of light? The slight-crescent shape?" Spencer asked her.

"Yeah," Y/n replied, looking at the tiny glow in the sky.

"That's the new moon," Spencer informed her before continuing. "It symbolizes a new beginning or a spiritual cleanse. Some people start new projects or use the energy to set their intentions."

If that wasn't a signal, Y/n didn't know what was. Not only Spencer's possible flirting but the fact that their meeting was written in the stars. Like the universe, the cosmic vastness responsible for everything picked them to be together.

Taking her eye away from the metal, she looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Spencer nodded, intensely staring at her like he was trying to figure something out. He was close enough that he could kiss her... not that that was what he was thinking about. He could still see every inch of her face and every shade in her eye color.

"What else can you show me?" Y/n asked, hoping he got the double meaning.

If he did get it, he didn't say anything. It might have been more attractive that, instead of flirting back with Y/n, Spencer moved the telescope so she could view something else.

Briefly, he looked into it because moving aside so she could look. "Venus." He announced. While she looked, Spencer continued to talk. "After the Roman Goddess associated with love and beauty amongst other things." She could see the close-up details for the yellow-ish planet. It was better than any photograph. His voice was paradoxically calming and captivating. It would make it difficult to decide whether to fall asleep listening to it or stay up late and talk to him. Not that she got to make that decision. "She was also the mother of Cupid."

"Another?" Y/n requested, pulling back slightly before she could get too flustered talking to him.

Spencer obliged, shifting it slightly when he did the mathematical calculations of where it should be. She watched his fingers dance over it as it swerved, coming to a stop when it was in the correct position. "Mars." He declared, letting her look at it.

Y/n pulled back for a second, looking up at him. "You're not going to tell me anything?" She asked, overexaggerating a pout.

"S-sorry, I thought it might be, uh, annoying you," Spencer replied, a charge of self-doubt rushing through him.

Y/n reached out to grab his hand, rocking it slightly to reassure him. "Please." He didn't know how such a brief touch could keep his skin warm and make his heart thump in his chest.

"The Roman God of war. In both Chinese and Indian astrology, it represents energy." Spencer started, but his voice quickly dropped an octave. "But it also symbolizes ambition, passion, desire, and sex." She bit her bottom lip at that, thankful he couldn't see. He knew what he was doing with that one.

"It's beautiful," Y/n remarked, in awe of the red-colored planet she could see so close. There were more elucidative adjectives, but she was focused on the surface shades.

Spencer couldn't even see her face, but he could hear the astoundment in her tone. "Outside of the city, you can see far more. I've never really had time on cases, but I'd like to go somewhere without so much light pollution. It's estimated that four million birds die each year because of light pollution. The glare over suburban and urban areas makes it difficult for them to migrate using the stars and moon." He informed her, looking out at the sky.

When he turned back around, Y/n was looking up at him. "The bird?" She asked, nodding back to his room where the wooden sparrow sat.

"It, uh, belonged to... I guess my mentor, Gideon. He recruited me to the FBI." Spencer told her, not having any problem with spilling his secrets. He'd taken it when he found Gideon's letter, gun, and badge, wanting something to remember him by. "Sparrows represent power, creativity, and empowerment."

"Gideon was like that?" Y/n asked, more interested in what he had to say than looking at the stars. His honesty made him trustworthy, she could tell. Along with that, he really was beautiful, the soft light showing every detail of his face. She wanted to memorize it all.

Slightly, he chuckled. "His creativity could be... bizarre, but it helped us solve a lot of cases."

It wasn't hard to see how much his mentor meant to him. "He sounds great." She replied with a smile.

Spencer nodded. "He was." He agreed. There was a moment of silence while they watched each other, scanning to ensure the odd feelings were reciprocated.

Y/n decided they were. "Are you going to tell me about the other things?" She asked.

Although he hadn't heard a lot of flirty suggestions in his life, that sounded like one. "Does that mean I get to see you again?" He confirmed, bracing himself in case she turned him down. He would have told her them, but he noticed the party was winding down.

There wasn't anything Y/n wanted more. Five hours ago, she'd never met him, but, now, she didn't know if there was anything more valuable than his time.

"I think we could work that out." She agreed with a half-smirk before making a suggestion. "Say, maybe, if I took one of the books on your nightstand, I'd have to return it."

"I'll swap you." Spencer declared, gesturing for her to go back inside. He followed her when she did as she waited for his offer. He wasn't big on giving away his favorite books, but he trusted her already. Plus, it was a small price to pay for getting to see her again. He walked closer to the bedside table, picking up the top book on the stack as well as a hardcover notebook and pen. "This book, for your number."

There was no way she wouldn't take that deal. "Sure." She agreed, taking the pen from his hand, touching his fingers for an extra second. The pages were blank when she opened the book like it was new. "Are you sure you want me to write in this?" She asked, ready to hand it back to him.

"Yeah." Spencer nodded affirmatively, so she did, neatly writing her name and number with a love heart next to it. He swapped the books over once she capped the pen.

"You better call." Y/n jokingly warned him.

Spencer smirked as he nodded. "And you better read." He counted.

"I will," Y/n assured him.

And she did. She physically couldn't sleep until she finished a few chapters deep into her new book. Then there was the three AM internet search. When her brain was over-tired, and she was desperate to know more. There were quite a few videos of press conferences he'd spoken at, a couple of newspaper articles, and evidence that he really did have 3 P.h.Ds. What was annoyingly missing was evidence of any social media. Nothing she could use to find out about his personal life. So, who exactly was Spencer Reid? Luckily, there was a lot to learn from the notes in the margin. She spent almost as much time reading them as she did the actual novel.

Spencer called the very next morning while she was in bed. The book was right next to her face when she woke up, her finger still holding the cover.

Their phone conversations started like clockwork when Spencer was in DC, every night at 9. Talking about their days or their favorite colors or the physics behind everyday activities- a topic where Spencer did the predominant amount of speaking-.

When he was working on a case, his communication skills lacked. Obviously, she knew he didn't have lots of time to talk while he was hunting down serial murderers. There was also the fact she didn't have a monopoly on his time, but she was so quickly conditioned to it.

Spencer definitely kept her life interesting. Everything wasn't meant to start revolving around him so quickly, but it did.

A month after the unofficial, just friends couple met, Emily called Y/n to come to the bar with the team. "Bring someone else." She instructed, knowing a fraction of what was happening between them. Partly because it was a developing situation, an on-again-off-again, will-they-won't-they relationship.

"Em, I'm not going to do that," Y/n replied, knowing it wouldn't do anything but worsen their relationship, delaying the time until he could finally be hers. "A game like that won't work on Spencer. He's too clever." Seeing as they did the same job, Emily should have thought of that. Of course, a profiler is going to see through a cliché pretend-to-date-me-to-make-him-jealous scenario. "What would work on you?" She'd already been getting ready as they talked.

"I don't know. When did you last talk?" Emily asked, shuffling some of her papers on her desk as she prepared to leave with the group. She decided it was better than standing in the elevator with Spencer.

Y/n pulled the phone back from her ear, checking her phone log. Spencer was far too old school to text. Plus, he liked to listen to her voice. It was easier for him to profile her tone.

"Tuesday," Y/n answered. It was Friday. Too long, for her liking, to go without Spencer.

"But you saw him last weekend?" Emily asked, making her way to the elevator.

Y/n could guess where the conversation was going since they had it before. "Yes, Emily. I've been to his apartment alone twice, and we've been out for coffee once." She deadpanned.

"On a date." Emily corrected, eliciting a sigh from her friend. The technicality being no one called it a date, and there was no hand-holding or kissing. "And you seriously expect me to believe you haven't had sex." She'd just stepped into the elevator with JJ and put the phone on speaker when JJ frowned at her.

"We haven't!" Y/n shouted back, throwing her hands up even though Emily couldn't see.

JJ scoffed, taking the phone from Emily. "That night, you definitely did."

"Hi, Jay." Y/n recognized her voice, greeting her happily before changing her tone. "And no, we didn't."

"You should," JJ said, gaining a surprised look from Emily that Y/n could imagine. She explained before either of them could comment. "I've heard good things." She emphasized.

Still, Y/n thought it was a little suspicious. "Sure, JJ." She sarcastically said. "I'll just see you guys there or something."

"Who's on the phone?" That was Spencer's voice. She would know it if she heard it anywhere.

Y/n could imagine the smirk on Emily's face. "Y/n." She answered.

She wished she could see the look on Spencer's face. Whether it was a smile or a frown if he looked interested or not. Even though it took less than a few seconds for her name to register, the silence was drawing out the suspense she felt.

"Hey, Y/n!" He sounded exciting, something she was sure of it. She could imagine the way his eyes glistened, and he got those deep smile lines.

"Spence, hi." She replied, trying to match his enthusiasm, despite how infuriating he was that week.

Emily dutifully informed him of their plan. "Y/n's coming with us."

"Oh, cool." She realized something about his statement wasn't genuine, but she didn't call him out on it.

"Okay, I'll see you guys later." Y/n quickly farewelled them, hanging up the phone before any further, awkward conversation could continue.

When she saw them at the bar, she'd replayed Spencer's comment over in her head far too many times to not want some revenge. The best plan she could come up with was ignoring him.

Y/n's strategy led her to sit next to Morgan, trying desperately to ignore Spencer. His captivating hand movements and intriguing topics of conversation made it near impossible. Even in the dim bar lighting, he was so pretty. An unattainable amount of beauty, even when he wasn't trying. Somehow, he'd just walked out of a full day of work with perfectly, slightly messy curls, and dressed like he could go back into the office.

Even after the hours they'd spent together, there was still so much she didn't know about him. And there were still the six items near his bedroom that she needed to know the stories behind. As much as she was purposefully ignoring him, it was so challenging.

It was much more challenging when they all decided to call it a night, conveniently leaving Spencer and Y/n together.

He knew she was ignoring him, but he wasn't versed enough in relationships to understand why someone would do that. It made him nervous around her when he hadn't felt that way before.

On the dark DC street, Spencer reached out to hold her hand. "Do you want to see something cool?" He asked, scanning her face carefully for a reaction.

"Sure." Y/n agreed, her already broken facade falling away. Spencer took her down the street, then two blocks over. He walked too quickly, basically dragging her. "I swear if you're taking me somewhere to murder me, you'll be in big trouble."

Spencer looked back at her and chuckled. "'Big trouble.'" He repeated. "That's not very threatening."

"Shut up." She replied jokingly, a blush painting her cheeks. "Where are we going anyway?"

"What? You don't like surprises?" Spencer replied, his big, beautiful grin playing on his lips. Adamantly, she shook her head. "Oh, Y/n, you've just made it my goal to surprise you, and I'm a chronic overachiever."

Y/n giggled at that. "Really? You like to do more than the bare minimum?" She rhetorically asked, having seen the PhDs and BAs to prove it.

Dramatically, Spencer stopped in his tracks, halting Y/n steps. "We're here." He announced, turning towards a door on the street.

"And where exactly is here?" Y/n asked, having no choice but to be dragged behind him as he walked closer to the door. It was something she would have missed, looking like any other fire exit door.

Spencer didn't reply. Instead, he lifted their joint hands up to rummage around the pocket on his suit jacket. Y/n unclasp their hands so he could find what he was looking for.

When he produced a set of keys, she was even more confused, frowning as he unlocked the door. "The aquarium." He answered, pulling the door open and holding it so she could go in.

Y/n trusted him enough to go in first, carefully walking into the dark building in her heels. It was almost all dark beside a faint glow in the distance. Spencer followed her in, turning to lock the door. He flicked on a light switch, and one by one, the lights turned on.

The area in front of her was desks, like any other office workspace. What was completely different was the tanks of water and brightly colored fish she could see in the distance.

"Oh my gosh." She exclaimed, spinning around on her heels to face him. "Spencer, this is incredible."

Just watching her face light up was enough to make him grin for a week straight. The astonishment was written all over her features. Spencer took her hand, threading his fingers through hers before pulling her through the building.

After the open planned office space, there was an underwater tunnel. All glass so Y/n could see out into the water. The glass was immaculately clear, giving her a view of the fish like there wasn't a barrier.

"What is this place?" She asked, focused on one bright orange fish with spots. She wasn't even aware that she'd stopped walking.

"It's part of Georgetown's marine science department," Spencer answered. "It's used for research, and it's pretty easy to get a key when you're a doctor."

Y/n huffed out a laugh. "A conceited doctor." She mumbled, turning to smirk at him.

"Can't be conceited if you're the best." He quipped, matching her smirk.

Shaking her head, she turned back to look at the tank. There was far too much to look at with all the different colored fish swimming above and around her. Spencer told her all about each fish she could see, pointing them out. It meant he had to stand right next to her, so close she could smell everything that was in the cocktail he'd had. His voice stayed in her ear, even though there was no one else there to hear their conversation.

They would have been there an hour before they'd finished waking through the tunnel, despite the fact it wasn't that long.

"Thanks for bringing me here," Y/n said once they were in what looked like the entrance to the building, able to see out to the street.

Spencer nodded. "There's still one more thing." He announced, taking a left and walking her through another door. "You know, I've never actually brought anyone else here." He confessed shyly, not wanting to make it the big deal that it definitely was.

Y/n didn't want to ask if that meant she was special, but she hoped it did. "It's amazing."

"It is." He agreed. "I come here sometimes if a case has been rough." He told her. Their footsteps echoed as they walked through the empty hall to the new mystery location. He stopped when they reached the middle of the hallway, reaching out to press a button. "Close your eyes."

She frowned at him. "Why?"

"Just do it," Spencer mumbled, shaking his head. Y/n unlaced her hand from his, placing them over her eyes. He turned her body slightly, so she was facing the wall, which was opening to reveal another tank. "Okay, you can look." He instructed, watching her face for a reaction instead of what he was showing her.

She took her hands away from her eyes, coming face to face with the shark tank. Her mouth dropped open as a reef shark swam past. "Okay, this is the coolest thing." She said, watching the other three sharks swim in the tank.

Spencer nodded, although she wasn't watching him. The blue reflection of the water danced across her features as it moved, the different shades illuminating varying parts of her face. He didn't know someone could look so pretty in such dim light.

Y/n knew he was watching her, and she felt it when he dropped her hand. The movement stopped her awe of the water as she turned her attention to him. He wasn't even thinking about what he was doing like it was a compulsion. Before she could ask him what was up, his palm was on her face, fingers curling around the base of her neck. He hurriedly leaned forward and kissed her.

Smashed his lips onto hers, and she couldn't comprehend what was happening for a moment. It was like everything moved in slow motion as she realized what was happening and kissed him back. There was all the passion of the two months they'd known each other, desperate pining for each other, and times they could have kissed.

Slowly, he pulled back, his lips still moist from being attached to hers. "You have no idea-." He started.

Y/n nodded, keeping their noses touching. "Yeah, I do." She guessed where his sentence was going and attached their lips once again. The kiss was longer but still desperate.

Spencer was grinning when he pulled back, as much as she was. "Do you want to, uh, be my girlfriend?" He hesitantly asked, worried that she'd say no.

There wasn't anything more that she wanted. "Yes, yes, please." She agreed, pressing their lips together.

~

Spencer didn't even need to ask Y/n to come over, she knew she needed to when he was sounded off on the phone. She didn't know the history with his parents aside from the fact his mom had schizophrenia and lived in a sanatorium, and dad hadn't been around since he was a kid.

She did know that a case in Las Vegas was sure to be a little painful. So, even though they'd been dating for a month, she went to Spencer's apartment.

He was dressed in a hoodie and pajama pants, the first time she'd seen him like that. The first thing she noticed, however, was how tired he looked.

"Hey." She said, walking into the apartment so he could shut the door. Wordlessly, Spencer pulled her in for a hug, making himself smaller. "Come on, let's go to bed." She instructed.

Spencer pulled back to frown at her. "You're staying?" He wondered.

Y/n pushed his hair back so it wasn't falling in his eyes. "You've had a long couple of days and nights. I'm here until you're alright." She assured him, pulling him closer to his room.

More the exhausted, Spencer followed. He positioned himself so his head was on her chest and he could tangle his legs in hers. It was warm, under the covers, and he wanted to stay with her like that forever. Having her just made everything a little easier.

Y/n went to turn off the light, before noticing the fountain pen and birthday card had been moved. "Are they things from Vegas?" She asked.

Spencer's gaze followed hers. "The pen." He started with a raspy tone. "Is from here. I brought it with my first FBI paycheck because my mom used to have one that she would grade papers with."

"I know I tease you about being a momma's boy, but I do think it's sweet," Y/n told him, running her fingers through his curls and massaging his scalp. She couldn't see Spencer smiling, but she could feel it.

"The card was the last communication I had with my father, aside from right before Henry was born," Spencer said a bit more sadly. She did know a bit of what happened on the case in Vegas before Henry was born. Mainly that Spencer hadn't seen his dad in a long time before that case. "I was mad for a long time, and I'm not sure why I keep it, but I do."

Y/n leaned down to kiss his forehead, trying to make him feel better. "I'm sorry he left."

Spencer never really talked about his feelings but, with her, he got so much reassurance he felt like he could spill everything. "Thank you."

~

"Hey, where are you going?" Y/n complained, sitting up in bed only to Spencer find pulling his pants up his legs. She held the sheet to her bare chest as she sat up. He'd slept over the previous night once the BAU came back from a case. She didn't expect him to be rushing out the door while she was barely awake. Especially after their fun night.

"Sorry." Spencer apologized, stepping over the rest of the clothes on her bedroom floor until he could lean on the bed to kiss her. "Told JJ I would paint repaint Henry's room while they're in New Orleans." He told her. "It's a surprise for his birthday."

Internally, Y/n awed at him, leaning forward to kiss him again. It had become so intoxicating to her in the three months they'd been doing it. "Can I come?" She asked, not wanting to spend any time away from him.

Spencer frowned slightly before nodding. "Sure, darling." He agreed, lazily reconnecting their lips. "Can't say it'll be fun."

"If you're there, it'll be fun," Y/n assured him.

Eyeing her suspiciously, he clarified. "No fun fun, though." He turned to pick up his shirt.

"Go so I can get changed," Y/n told him.

Spencer turned back around, his shirt fully unbuttoned as he ran a hand through his more than messy hair. Seeing his slightly toned chest in the morning light was what she wanted every day, to just memorize all of him.

He chuckled at her. "You do realize I've seen you naked?" He asked. Y/n threw a pillow at him that he caught, getting out of bed. His previous insistence that he could handle it was quickly taken back when he saw her bare. He couldn't help his eyes wandering up and down her figure as he gawked at her beauty. "I'm gonna, uh, go m-make coffee." He awkwardly stated, accidentally backing up into the door. Biting her bottom lip, Y/n waved to him while he walked out of the room.

Will had moved everything out of the room and left paint tins and brushes for Spencer. The carpet was covered with a sheet, and the walls were already taped.

Y/n walked over to the paint tin, opening it. "Winter Blue." She read off the label.

Spencer walked closer to verify what she was saying. "What?" He rhetorically asked once he saw the color. "Henry said he wanted it Lavender like my favorite." He pouted.

"Aww." Y/n cooed condescendingly, leaning up to place a kiss on his jutted-out lip. "Looks like he changed his mind."

They got started right away, picking up the brushes to paint. There was laughing and talking while they worked.

"The drawing near your bed, it was from Henry." Y/n guessed, thinking back to the picture with roughly drawn lavender hearts, smiley faces, and possibly a portrait of Spencer.

He confirmed her guess. "When I got shot in the leg, he drew it for me."

That was a new piece of information for her. "Is that when you got the sunshine mug, too?" Y/n asked.

Hesitantly, Spencer shook his head, unsure if that part of his life was too intimate to tell her. Then again, Y/n was the only person he had ever been completely honest with in his whole life. "Uh, no, I got it a little earlier." He admitted, his voice quietening. "From Penelope, when I was a year sober."

Y/n stopped what she was doing, turning to softly look at him. "Spence, I had no idea." She uttered, unsure of how she could have missed it.

He shrugged, pulling up his sleeve to show her the track marks on his inner elbow. He couldn't help the tears that had started falling. "Dilaudid. I got drugged the first couple of times, and I just keep, um, doing it a-after that."

She wasn't sure what to do, shifting closer to him so she could wipe his tears up. "You know, I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," Spencer replied, lightly smiling at her.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms tightly around him as she pulled him in for a hug. "You're so brave, Spencer." She told him, tightly holding him as his hands traveled to hold her back, and he tucked his chin into her neck.

"So you don't mind?" Spencer asked, a sob racking his body.

At hearing that, Y/n pulled back, holding a palm against his cheek. "There's nothing you could do to make me love you less." She told him before realizing what she'd said, something she'd never said, but she wasn't about to take it back. "And yes, I love you."

"I love you, too," Spencer replied, smiling more than he was crying.

"Tell me about one of the happy objects." Y/n requested, not wanting to have to see his tears. "Your glasses." She recalled.

Spencer smiled at that mention. "I read my first book with them." He told her. "I guess I, uh, k-kept them because my kids will have a genetic predisposition to bad eyesight, which is heavily influenced by genetics."

"You want kids?" Y/n asked, eyeing him suspiciously. It was probably too soon to be talking end game, but that didn't mean she couldn't envision it and bank the knowledge for later.

The same grin lit up his face. "Yeah, one day." Spencer didn't need to ask what she wanted. Even someone who didn't read body language could see how she relaxed upon hearing that, trying to hide her excitement with a nod.

~

It was a surprise trip for Spencer, arranged by Y/n when Emily told her the whole BAU team was getting a week off. She'd been thinking about it since he said something the night they met, a year and a half ago, so she knew it would be perfect. He was immediately excited when they got there, unable to stop smiling and kissing her face.

The log cabin in the middle of the secluded Pennsylvanian woods was the perfect place to spend the week. It was only one bedroom, but modern and warm inside.

The snow had just started falling, dusting the ground when they arrived that night.

"Let's go in the hot tub." She suggested, setting the suitcase down on the bed and opening it to find her bathing suit.

She threw Spencer his. "Yes, ma'am." He agreed with a joking address. He always had to have a witty comment, something she loved.

The view of the outside from the floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom was nothing compared to being out there. The evergreen trees of the forest were covered in a light layer of white snow. It made the contrast between the dark wooden trunks more visible.

It wasn't difficult to believe they were the only people in the world.

When Y/n took the lid off the hot tub, Spencer turned to look at the pool. He tugged on her hand so she would pay attention.

Y/n already knew what he was thinking. "You'll freeze to death." She warned.

"Come with me." Spencer requested, not giving her time to think about it when he jumped in. Y/n sighed, stamping her foot up and down because she knew she was about to jump in. Even before he surfaced, she was diving in.

To say it was cold would be an understatement. It was freezing outside, even in a coat and pants. It was instantly bone-chilling, and Y/n wished she'd worn seven wetsuits instead of a bikini.

"You're crazy." She commented, her blood flowing slower as she emerged.

"Darling, you followed me in here." Spencer defended, chuckling in the hopes it would warm him up. It didn't.

Y/n hit in on the shoulder, her teeth already chattering. "It's romantic." She informed him, swimming over to wrap her arms around his neck.

Spencer laughed at her, leaning in to kiss her lips, which were quickly turning blue. "Okay, I think the hot tub is a good idea now."

Y/n couldn't agree quick enough, scrambling out of the chilly water. Spencer took her hand to make sure she didn't slip getting into the hot tub. He instantly relaxed once he got in, satisfactorily smiling over at her. She swam over to straddle his lap, looping her arms around his neck and hugging him. He held her just as tightly, stroking her back.

"Thank you for organizing this," Spencer whispered into her ear.

Y/n placed a kiss on his shoulder. "Anything for you."

"I really appreciate you." He continued, drawing little love hearts on her skin. "Putting up with me being in the BAU and everything that means. I know it can't be easy."

"Spence, it's not a burden to love you." She told him, pulling back so she could try to show him just how much she loved him. Not even a passionate kiss like the one she gave him showed the depth of her love. "You know when we first met?" She asked, tracing his cheekbones as he nodded. "And you said you wanted to get out of the city one day so you could properly see the stars?" She continued, with Spencer nodding in reply. "I brought your telescope." She admitted with a squeal.

Spencer grinned, kissing her with more teeth than lips. "I love you so much."

"Mmm, I know," Y/n mumbled, leaning back in to kiss him. "I want to know." She decided out of the blue.

Spencer raised his eyebrows at her. "The cards?" She nodded at that. "You know we have to break up after, right?"

Hitting him on the chest, Y/n shook her head. "Tell me."

"Then you'll know everything." Spencer realized, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear softly.

Y/n scoffed at that. "I doubt you'll ever be rid of surprises."

"It's not an incredibly interesting story." He prefaced, resting their noses together in an attempt to be as close to her as possible. "It was the first set of cards I ever got, and whenever I'm trying to work out a new trick, I use that pack."

Y/n intently listened to what he was saying. "No, I think you're boring now. We should probably break up." She decided.

Spencer laughed at that, moving his hands to tickle her sides until she was begging him to stop. Eventually, they got out, drying off and getting changed before she went to get his telescope. Spencer was lighting the outdoor fire when she got back, sitting on the outdoor furniture with a bottle of champagne and some snacks.

Y/n put it down, sitting next to Spencer and reaching out to pour them a glass of champagne each. "Where did you even get this?" She asked.

"I always travel with a bottle of champagne," Spencer replied, adjusting the telescope experimentally. "I'm kidding. It was already here." He looked over just to see her smiling. "Okay, look." He instructed, stopping the movement of the telescope.

Leaning down, she looked through the lens, only to find the same yellow-ish planet she'd seen almost two years ago. "It's bright." She noted, much brighter than when they were in the city. "It's our planet, you know?"

"It's the brightest it'll be for about 1.6 years." He told her, fidgeting with his fingers. "We should commemorate it."

Y/n hummed. "And how do we do that?"

Just like when he first kissed her, Spencer didn't think before he spoke. "I want to marry you."

That stopped her from looking at the stars, quickly looking at him to see how serious he was. "Yes." She agreed, all but jumping onto his lap to kiss him. She half knocked Spencer over out of surprise before he held her waist. The kiss was forceful, all the emotions surging through her. "Wait, are you asking or stating?" She asked once she pulled away.

"I mean, I don't have a ring or anything." Spencer realized, looking down at her ringless finger.

Y/n shook her head. "I don't need a ring." She told him, leaning in to kiss him for a second time. "Just you."

"I'll get you one, though," Spencer promised, holding up her hand to kiss it. "I've wanted something like this, something like you, my whole life." He declared.

"Hmm, me too." Y/n agreed. "And now I've got you." Once again, she placed their lips together, sealing their lives together more than any metal ring or diamond could.

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c!Quackity canonically doesn’t fucking know about exile, he wants the revive book and that’s why he was torturing him.

Context: [Link 1, Link 2] And more specifically, this paragraph: "it was While he was trying to throw tommy in that prison that he was imprisoned himself. it was what he did to tommy that caused quackity and the warden to start torturing him. that’s Why it has narrative weight in the context of dream’s imprisonment arc, it’s what Lead to it, it’s a thematic through line that Keeps being reemphasized." [End transcription.]

I have no intention of arguing with people determined to boil quackity down to a one note villain, but this is a point that I've thought about a lot.

here's the truth that a lot of dream apologists don't like acknowledging: it's Both true that no one deserves to be tortured And that dream's actions lead him to the position that he's in now.

lets start from the beginning and work our way out shall we?

1: quackity is well aware of tommy's exile Actually. he doesn't know the extent of what happened, but dream forcing tommy's exile is Exactly what put him on the hit list. quackity Completely recognized that dream was bending l'manberg to his will, that he was being unfair. and it was Because of the power that he was exerting over l'manberg that quackity identified him as a threat (quackity wasn't there for the revolution, he didn't even know about the disc exchange until he was told).

nobody Made dream exile tommy, george hadn't even known that's what dream was trying to do and he'd accepted the probation as punishment enough at the time (there's a very good break down of george's involvement with the trial here [Link]). dream put a target on his own head by doing this, and he didn't care because he didn't see the new l'manberg cabinet as a threat.

2: dream's arrest was entirely his own fault, point blank. he didn't have to destroy l'manberg, he made the choice to because he didn't think anyone could stop him (and they couldn't at the time). he didn't have to commission a massive prison, he chose to, designing the living conditions and rules himself. he didn't have build an attachments museum and fill it with people's possessions (and skeppy) in order to try to control them, he Chose to do it. he didn't have to send tommy a message inviting him to confront him about the discs with tubbo at a specific place and time, he chose to do it. he didn't have to try to kill tubbo and imprison tommy (presumably Literally forever with the use of the revival book), he Chose To Do That.

dream would not have been arrested if he didn't go out of his way to do terrible things to people. he would not have been arrested if he didn't build the prison that held him.

3: quackity wasn't aware of everything that'd happened in exile, but he Is perfectly aware that something bad happened and he Is angry on tommy's behalf. he Canonically visited tommy, wherein he saw tommy's depression and suicide ideation first hand. He doesn't know what dream is Doing to tommy in exile, but he's well aware of tommy's Mental State in exile, and that dream was a factor in it somehow. [Link 1, Link 2]

then during doomsday dream chose to gloat to tommy on top of the obsidian grid, saying Unashamedly that he destroyed l'manberg because it was fun, that he never intended to stop hurting tommy because He was fun [Link]. quackity was there to hear that, he was there to mourn what dream had done, he comforted ghostbur tommy and tubbo in the aftermath, he told tommy not to trust anyone to protect him (poor advice considering how things would go down, but a clear indication that he Cared about tommy) [Link]

and then of course, the big one that gets its own bullet points

4a: quackity started torturing dream In Response To Tommy's Death, Undeniably So. even if you want to boil quackity down to a one note villain (which dream apologists are very prone to do) This Is Still True.

quackity Originally tried to convince sam to kill dream in the aftermath of tommy's death. no matter how you interpret quackity's motivations, it was sam's guilt Over having let tommy die that almost ended with dream dead (and it was sam's duty to keep dream alive For Tommy because he had the revival book that made him stop).

quackity Wanted Dream Dead before he wanted to take the revival book from him, and this was Explicitly in the aftermath of tommy's death. dream was kept alive during the disc war finale Solely because he had access to the revival book, that is the only reason why he is not already dead. quackity started torturing dream to get the book So That There'd Be No Reason To Keep Dream Alive Anymore. So That They Could Kill Him. and sam Let Him Do That Because Dream Murdered Tommy.

if dream hadn't killed tommy, if dream hadn't Explicitly told sam about how he'd abused tommy in exile, then sam would not have allowed quackity to break the rules. he would not have allowed quackity to Either murder or torture him. which means that dream's actions Lead To his torture Regardless of quackity's motivations.

4b: I'm actually tired of people pretending that quackity isn't deeply emotionally invested in the people that he cares about. quackity and tommy are Friends and have been since he joined the server. quackity was Deeply emotionally affected by tommy's death. we saw him react to the news, the hurt clear in his voice and the way that he shut down afterwards. [Link] we saw him try to Kill Dream in the aftermath of tommy's death. we saw him first overjoyed at tommy's revival and second Furious on tommy's behalf when tommy opened up to him about what he'd experienced.

quackity was There when dream was arrested, he was There when dream said he had the revival book. and yet he didn't do anything about it, made no indication of even wanting it, Until Tommy Had Been Killed. quackity is not a robot, he's not emotionless. he cares So Very Deeply about the people who are important to him, and it's ridiculous to me that some people deny this. that they deny that he went as far as he did with dream because he Cares about the people that dream hurt.

nobody deserves torture, but dream would not be in the position that he's in if he hadn't hurt people.

[danteinthedevildom]

There's a Chat in OM where Satan shows concern over Beel because he saw Beel talking to himself, crouched down in the garden, which Beel later reveals to have been him talking to a very frail plant he found because Mammon told him that talking to flowers helps them grow.

And what I adore about this is that it shows things about the brothers involved that we don't always get to see in the main game, or that are sometimes overlooked for the funny hijinks.

- Beel notices incredibly small details. The flower is small and hidden enough that Satan initially thinks he's talking to himself. He doesn’t actually see the plant at all. And Beel is the tallest brother, so it's not as if his height would be any help to him noticing something on the ground that's small, hidden, and frail, especially when he’s doing a task like watering the garden. That’s just a job to be done, and most people would pay more attention to where the water’s going and how much there’s left to do than they would to each individual flower. He must have been paying genuinely close attention to his surroundings to even notice it to begin with.

- Beel's care for things extends even to nature. He talks to the plant because he wants to help it grow. It's just a small, dying flower, one of however many there are in the House’s garden; there’s no reason to fret over it when there’s probably plenty of other flowers around it, and maybe even flowers of the same species. 

But Beel’s genuinely invested in bringing it back to health. He’s seen this tiny, sickly, insignificant flower, and his first thought is to make it better. It's why he later clarifies the situation to MC, asking for more help, because the flower hasn't shown any signs of improvement.

(Very quietly, it makes me wonder if part of the reason he does this is guilt. Maybe Beel just doesn’t like to see things that are dying.)

- Despite how the brothers act towards Mammon most of the time, Beel fully takes on his advice. He spends days talking to the flower because Mammon told him that's something that might work, and it's only when the flower hasn't gotten better that he seeks more help.

At no point did he question this advice. At no point did he think that the “scummy” second-born would say something stupid, or irrelevant, or unhelpful. Mammon told him to talk to the plant, and he so did.

He says that he asked because Mammon was nearby, but at any time he could have just walked right past him, found someone else, and asked them. He could have completely ignored the fact that Mammon was there - especially considering how little the brothers tend to think of his ideas, to begin with - and found someone “more competent”. But he didn’t.

Which means he genuinely has no issues turning to Mammon for help. He genuinely thinks Mammon can give competent advice.

Out of all the brothers, Beel is usually the best when it comes to their overall treatment of the second-born, so maybe that isn’t surprising - but he can be derisive as well.

So it's nice to see, in a situation where it was just the two of them, without the antagonising influence of the others, Beel show he's more than willing to listen to Mammon as a voice of authority and knowledge - especially over something he's worried about. He respects and trusts what Mammon says, and believes it.

- Mammon saw Beel worried over a plant - something small and insignificant that has no greater purpose in the world and hosts no real interest for either of them - and gave him the best genuine advice he could.

Mammon likely doesn't actually know how to care for sick plants, but wanted to try and give Beel something to work with. We know he cares for his brothers deeply - almost (if not exactly) to the point of self sacrifice - so it's not a stretch at all to say he probably suggested talking to the plant in full seriousness, hoping it would help Beel.

It's a common piece of advice, after all. I've heard people say it all the time, from the most amateur gardener to the most professional; talking to your plants keeps them happy and helps them grow.

The bit that really gets me about it, though, is the fact that Mammon... knew it? Out of all things, you'd expect him to care about gardening the least - and to suggest talking to a plant even less. It goes completely against his image, but not against what we know of Mammon as a kind and caring (as well as emotional) demon beneath the facade.

Him, in a similar position to Beel, crouched down low and out of sight to murmur quietly to a plant he thinks needs an extra boost, is well within the spectrum of things Mammon would do but deny doing if caught.

And I just think it's sweet, imagining him passing on advice he's used in the past over a similar thing he might have done to try and help his clearly worried little brother.

- Satan, in a chat with Solomon and MC, shows genuine care and concern towards Beel.

His first instinct is to ask MC and Solomon if they might know what’s going on. He’s noticed a pattern of behaviour that’s unusual for Beel - “sitting out in the garden, mumbling to himself”, to quote him directly - and once it’s gotten to a point that he’s worried, he asks if anyone else knows what’s wrong.

It shows a fair bit of forethought, too. Satan didn’t immediately assume something was up, didn’t immediately dogpile on Beel; he let it play out, keeping a close eye, until it went on for long enough that he thought it might be something bigger. He’s often shown as being thoughtful about how others might react to things (at least, when he’s not enraged), but it’s interesting to see the actual depth of not only his caring, but his understanding of emotional states and how to handle them. 

Satan isn’t heartless. If he notices something wrong, he’s very likely to approach the person in question (or people he trusts) with his concerns in a very gentle manner explicitly to avoid overwhelming them. He actively cares enough to pay attention to the people around him, and to notice when someone starts acting differently. 

This is especially sweet when it comes to Beel. The brothers have a tendency to treat Beel as the big, gentle giant who doesn’t have a worry in the world except for what he wants to eat. He’s quiet, complains little, and shoulders so many burdens in stride that they often overlook his struggles - if they’re even aware that they exist, because Beel loves his family so much he tries to avoid troubling them.

The fact, then, that Satan not only noticed, not only inquired about his health, but then - when Solomon and MC suggest that maybe Beel’s stressed out and bottling up his emotions - openly says this: 

Just shows so much love. The game sometimes overlooks just how much Satan loves his family, but this? This shows it, without a doubt. 

- Satan messages the chat with Solomon in it. 

This surprised me when I went back to look over the conversation; I genuinely remembered it as him talking to Levi, for some reason. Beyond that, if you asked me who I thought it’d be that he questioned for information regarding Beel’s health, it wouldn’t be Solomon that immediately jumped to mind. 

In this situation, you’d think it’d make more sense for him to ask MC and Asmo (who he’s shown to have a very close and affectionate relationship with), or maybe MC and Belphie (who would probably be the first demon anyone should go to regarding Beel, and who Satan definitely gets on with). 

As far as I’ve seen - which, admittedly, I’m not caught up on any of the Human World events from the main game beyond spoilers I’ve looked up - there’s not a lot of, if any, interactions between Beel and Solomon? Most of them are Solomon trying to give Beel food, and Beel trying to foister that food off onto someone else because Solomon’s cooking is one of the few things he can’t stomach. 

So maybe it says more about Satan’s relationship with Solomon. Looking back through the chats, Solomon feels comfortable enough with Satan to outright ask him if he’s kissed MC (in the chat where Luke overheard Satan and MC talking about K.I.S.S.), and Satan doesn’t react negatively even though it’s a genuinely personal question.

Likewise, Satan, when furious over one of his dramas, immediately turns to the chat with MC and Solomon in it. He explicitly states that he doesn’t know what to do with the feelings he’s got left over from the cliffhanger, and wants to talk it over with the two humans. Which is interesting in two ways: 

+ It shows that Satan is comfortable enough when angry to go to Solomon and MC, confident that they won’t actively make it worse (which is always possible when it comes to Satan’s Wrath once it’s ignited). 

+ It shows that Satan’s more than happy to talk about how he feels in front of Solomon, and actively engaging him in that discussion. Yes, it’s only over a drama, but you don’t often turn to someone you don’t trust when you want to vent over something you’re passionate about. 

There’s a fair bit of trust between them, I think, regardless of how either of them are typically viewed. Plus, the chat’s called Cat (3). It’s almost definitely just a pun, but the fact that a chat with Solomon and MC in it is also named after the one thing that can soothe Satan from an outright rage (as we’ve seen both in OtakuFM and in the main game) is interesting in what it implies about their relationship with him. 

So, back to what I originally pondered: why did he go to Solomon and MC when he was concerned about Beel, and not Belphie (Beel’s twin, most likely to know what he’s up to) or Asmo (who lives at the House and is absolutely more likely to have seen Beel in the garden)? 

He trusts Solomon and MC enough to take the matter seriously, with discretion. 

[sunshineistyping]

OK but imagine maybe angst, idk- H!Moondrop and gn!reader being together, but reader doesn't like him smoking and said he'd cut down on it but didn't really and the reader getting sus of it, and kissing him to see whether they can taste the cigarette leftover hhhnghg♠️

You already know I had to feed the Moondrop simps again, be warned though this is a little more angsty then you asked for 😅

You Lied to Me

Pairings: Moondrop/Moon x GN!Reader

Au: Human AU

Warnings: Smoking, Angst, Brief Mentions of Cheating

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“Where were you?”

“At the park, why Love?”

“It’s ten at night, why on earth would you be there that late?”

“I just went for a walk, nothing serious.” Then he shrugged. He always did that and it pissed you off. It felt so...so dismissive. As if he didn’t care about your questions or your worries. Had he really been smoking again? You told him to stop doing that. You had a massive fight over it only a month ago, one that resulted in an ultimatum. It was you or the cigarettes. He swore that he’d stop. Yet you couldn’t shake that nagging feeling that he lied to you.

There wasn’t any particular reason you felt that way. At first everything was normal, but then he started taking walks because he couldn’t smoke. That was fine. You weren’t upset, at least you weren’t until he started disappearing for an hour or two every night. At first you thought the worst, maybe he was cheating on you? Though you doubted it. You’d sought advice from Sun who had only told you that Moon wasn’t the kind of guy to cheat. You believed him of course, he knew your boyfriend much longer then you had.

So for a while your fears settled, but that was before he started to have sweeter smelling breath. He very rarely used breath mints. So when he started coming home late at night with his cologne thicker and his breath sweeter you immediately started to worry. You ate yourself alive trying desperately not to say anything or push him and ask. You didn’t want to admit it. He wouldn’t choose cigarettes over you, right? He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. So today, finally, you would try to test it.

You walked over hesitantly, gently tugging on his leather. He looked down at you with a single eyebrow raised. Of course you leaned up, giving him a kiss. It was sweet at first and for a moment you were so exceedingly happy that it was all in your mind. That was until you could taste the almost ashy flavor of his mouth. You pulled away immediately. You wished. You wished you had been wrong.

“Really Apollo are you fucking serious?”

“What? You’re the one who kissed me sweet cheeks.”

“Don’t ‘sweet cheeks’ me asshole.”

“Woah, what’s with the aggression?”

“You went out smoking again, didn’t you.” You looked up defiantly into his eyes and for a moment you saw a pause of hesitation. That little bit of hesitation was all it took for your heart to snap in two.

“Seriously? You went out smoking every single night? Really? You did exactly what I asked you not to do?”

“Baby it’s not like that I-“

“I explicitly told you it was me or those cigarettes Apollo.”

“But Love-“

“Fucking save it! I told you never to smoke again and what did you do? You did the one thing I said not to fucking do!”

“It’s not that big of a deal! You’re being over dramatic!”

“Well its a big deal to me. You fucking lied to me! You lied to my face Apollo! You fucking promised me you’d stop! You knew that it worried me!”

“I didn’t ask for you to worry!”

“It’s my job because I love you!”

“Well I never asked for you to love me either!” Oh. You froze up, both staring at each other. The silence was deafening as you slowly stepped away from him and slid on your shoes.

“Wait, Darling I didn’t mean it like that-“

“Save it.” You shouldered past him and right out the front door, making your way to Roxannes tattoo shop. She lives right above it and you’re sure she’d let you in. You just can’t handle seeing Moon right now, you really can’t. Then and only then, as you were walking down the street at night. Did you finally let yourself cry.

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[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Nineteen. The Bench Trio and Sapnap make Phasmophobia 10000% Funnier

warnings: swearing maybe, word count: 3.5k (not including pictures) 

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note: wooooo last chapter before... the trip........ be excited >:) 

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Y/n grimaced in anticipation as she looked at Karl’s wide eyes and open mouth as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He hadn’t said anything in almost a full minute and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take.

“Say something, Karl,” she mumbled as she tugged on the strings of her new, lime green hoodie. She stared at him as he switched between leaning his elbows on the countertop and standing up straight with his palms pressed to it instead.

“I... wh—what?” Karl finally voiced his scattered thoughts, cackling abruptly as he threw his head back and clutching his stomach. “WHAT THE HECK, Y/N?!” He stood up straight and beamed at her, his eyes darting to her hoodie and then to her face. “Dream sent you his own hoodie?? How am I suppo— what in the— WHAT? Is this one his?” His fingers gently tugged at the hem of the material as he stared at it, eyes full of curiosity.

Y/n shook her head, face burning at Karl’s joy and surprise. “This one is just the merch one he sent. His hoodie is… very obviously his.”

“What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.

Y/n laughed lightly before leading him to her room, where the maroon hoodie lay neatly folded on the end of her bed. Karl picked it up and laughed. “It has a Florida thing on it?” he giggled and shook his head, not being able to get enough out of the whole situation and his best friend’s clear embarrassment. “Why aren’t you wearing this one? Too shy to flaunt your boyfriend’s clothes?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she clarified quickly, sending Karl a sideways glance. “But I’m trying to… you know… preserve it.” And because she worried that if she never took it off, she would only get more and more attached to the boy who lived three states away, hundreds of miles from her. She preferred sleeping in it over wearing it around the apartment. It was more comforting that way.

Karl lost it. He cackled maniacally and nearly fell on Y/n’s bed, losing his mind at how stupid the two were. “Preserv—Y/N! If you just tell him you like him, he’ll probably give you a new one when we go to his literal house.”

Y/n’s face heated up even more as she hummed. “About that…”

Karl’s laughter stopped abruptly, wide eyes staring at the girl. “No way.”

Y/n cowered lightly, nodding her head ever so slightly.

Once again, the curly-haired boy acted like he won the lottery. “NO WAY! Y/N, NO WAY! You’re lying, you told him??”

A wide grin spread across her face and she nodded as she recounted the details to him, almost like telling a little kid a fascinating fairytale. Karl’s face was glowing the whole time, his excitement for his best friend clear in his toothy grin and bright eyes.

He nearly tackled her when she finished, her hands tugging roughly at the hoodie strings, but tried to compose himself instead.

“Y/N! THAT’S SO AWESOME!! Wait, wait, wait, so, are you guys, like…?”

She shook her head. “We’re not dating, we’re just two people who like each other who are going to go on a date in…” she paused to the check the date on her phone and her stomach fluttered with excitement, “like, a week??”

Karl laughed and wiggled a little, his excitement nearly bursting at the seams. “Please, can I please give you a celebratory hug?”

Y/n laughed and opened her arms. “Of course.” He jumped at the opportunity, wrapping his arms around her in a huge hug and squeezing tightly. “Wait a minute, I’m mad at you!” she pulled away and Karl’s smile dropped.

“What did I do?”

“You and George knew how Dream and I felt and didn’t tell either of us anything?”

Karl raised his hands in defense. “No, hold on, to be clear, Dream himself didn’t say anything to me until, like, a week ago. I only knew before that because Sapnap and George told me stuff.”

“What the hell, Karl!! Sapnap too?”

“Yeah, of course Dream told him stuff, they live together and are best friends. Why wouldn't he know?”

“You’re all traitors.”

“We were sworn to secrecy! Both of you made us promise to not say anything!”

“That didn't stop you from talking to Sapnap about my feelings?”

“Ah, but I kept my promise and didn't tell Dream… you never said anything about Sapnap.”

Y/n gave him a deadpanned look and crossed her arms over her chest.

Karl paused. “Does it help if I tell you that we talked to Quackity about it too?”

“WHAT?” she snapped, though a small disbelieving laugh chased her words. “What, are you all just talking about us behind our backs? You told Quackity and Sapnap about my crush but you couldn’t have hinted at it to Dream? Or told me you knew how Dream felt?”

“You think I didn’t?” Karl laughed. “I hinted to you about his crush all the time, but you just never believed me!”

Y/n paused, recalling all the times Karl was super encouraging, promising things would work out, and even the times Karl straight up told her he thought Dream liked her. She pouted. “You know that I’m stupid.”

Karl stuck his bottom lip out in a smile. “You are. But you’re also ballsy and finally admitted you like him so all this can be in the past and you don’t have to be mad at me anymore. Right?”

“I’m not actually mad at you, Karl. I am embarrassed that you've told them things I’ve said.”

“Oh, no, no, don't worry. N one of us really explicitly said things you or Dream have said. We all mostly just complained to each other about how stupid you two were being,” he assured. “Well, Sapnap is Sapnap though, so he did tell us some very specific things Dream has ranted to him about regarding you.” He giggled as Y/n’s jaw dropped lightly.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “No, I don’t want it to ‘be in the past’ anymore; I want you to tell me everything Dream has told the others about me.”

“No! That’s private information. You can ask him yourself on your daaateee,” he sang, making her face heat up more.

“I’m going on a date with Dream,” she whispered in disbelief and Karl beamed at her. “Even better, you’ll see him in person in exactly a week.”

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “That’s so soon. Karl, I’m going to faint or something.”

The boy just smiled at her. “You’ll be fine. Naomi and I will hold you up if you need.”

A few days passed and Y/n found herself with her tucked her knees to her chest as she greeted her chat enthusiastically. “Today, it’s gonna be intense. Today we’re playing Phasmophobia!! So if you don’t like scary games or paranormal stuff or anything like that, feel free to not watch and just listen or even close out completely. I don't want anyone to get triggered or be actually scared or anything.”

She watched as hearts flew by in her chat and she smiled.

“Yeah, don't feel bad if you need to leave! But if you do want to stay, it’s going to be super fun and probably very chaotic. Today we’re playing with Sapnap, Ranboo, and Tubbo, and Tommy is in the call but he’s not playing.”

“And me!” Karl said from beside her and she laughed.

“Oh, yeah, and Karl is here in real life because he’s clingy.”

“That’s a lie; Bugsy is terrified so she asked me to be here for emotional support.”

“If I wanted emotional support, I would have asked Naomi to be here instead. You get scared easier than me.”

Karl laughed and looked at her chat

“Okay, so, yeah, remember to leave if you need to and take care of yourselves but I’m going to join vc now!” Y/n unmuted in the call, announcing her presence loudly. She switched her stream screen to the Phasmophobia lobby where her, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Sapnap’s lanky characters walked around aimlessly messing with stuff.

“Hiiii,” Tubbo dragged out sleepily. “Are you ready to be spooked by the scary game, Bugsy?”

“Yes, I'm so ready.”

“The Scary Game,” Ranboo laughed. “Trademark.”

“Hello, Bugsy Games,” Tommy greeted robotically and she laughed, responding in the same voice.  

“Hello, Tommy Innit.”

“How are you doing?” His voice was monotonous and reluctant, almost like he was being forced to be nice to her. She knew it was all a joke between them though, as Tommy had come to her for advice about things before.

“I'm doing well, how are you?” she laughed.

“'I'm doing well’,” he mocked. “How pretentious of you to say.”

“TOMMY,” Sapnap called out. Her nerves spiked at the new knowledge that Sapnap knew more than she had told him about her feelings for Dream. Not that he would ever say anything on a livestream in front of tens of thousands of people, but it still made her nervous. “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO HER?”

“I'm not scared of you, big man,” Tommy explained. “I will say what I want to Bugsy and you can't do anything about it.”

“What about me and Sapnap combined?” Karl asked from her side. “We are the BugsyGames protection squad.”

“I think George is on it, too,” Sapnap declared.

“Can we be part of the protection squad?” Tubbo asked. “We can intimidate people with Ranboo’s height.”

“I'm the least terrifying person you will meet,” Ranboo claimed. “I am only tall.”

“I'm not scared of any of you,” Tommy assured. “I will continue to say mean things to Bugsy if I feel like it.”

“Okay, but you might be scared of someone we know, though. Someone who lives with me?” Sapnap hinted obviously. Everyone, including chat – who were spamming the name of that certain someone –  knew who Sapnap was referring to. Someone, who the mere mention of, made Y/n’s face heat up.

Tommy went quiet for a moment before mumbling close to his mic, “I'm sorry, Bugsy, you are not pretentious. You are actually a very kind person.”

She absolutely loved the fact that so many of their friends, joking or not, knew that Dream cared about her so much. Had it really been obvious all along, even to someone like Tommy?

“You're a menace to society, Tommy.” She smiled to herself as Karl laughed.

Tommy sputtered in surprise. “WHAT!”

“Are you guys ready to play?” Y/n asked as she went to the whiteboard in the game to start.

“Yes, let’s go!!!” Tubbo cheered.

Phasmophobia was eventful to say the least. Between Ranboo’s panic, Sapnap’s screams, Karl’s cackling laughter, Tommy yelling as he watched the stream, and Tubbo being blissfully unbothered by all of it, Y/n could barely catch her breath between laughing fits.

An outside observer might have thought the group was insane, and she felt bad for her chat having to put up with the obnoxious screams and cursing each other out, but it was the most fun she had had in a long time being able to mess around with this group of chaos she called friends. It only made her more and more excited for the upcoming trip, which was days away now.

“Okay, okay, I think I’m going to end here, is anyone going to stream?” she asked, still giggling from Ranboo’s latest bit involving him crying in the corner of the haunted building.

“I will be,” Ranboo announced.

“Then go start and I’ll raid you,” she offered, leaving him to thank her and leave the voice call to start his stream.

“Okay, thank you so much guys for playing! Wait, fit check?” she interrupted herself as her eyes caught the spam going through. “Chat…” Y/n trailed off with a laugh at the end. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but… you can’t see me. How am I supposed to give you a fit check?”

Tommy laughed from the other side of the call.

“Bugsy, does your chat not know you are faceless?” Tubbo joked, making her laugh.

“I-I guess not? Chat, we need to talk…”

“I can give a fit check for them,” Karl offered as he looked up from his phone. “I’ll just describe what you’re wearing.”

Y/n laughed but agreed.

“Do it, Karl,” Sapnap encouraged. “Feed the Bugsy stans. Then send me a fit check picture of you, Karl.”

Karl laughed. “Okay,” he said distractedly as he looked at Y/n. “She’s wearing, uh...”

“Can you even see her outfit or does she have the comforter around her like always?” Tommy asked, half genuine, half mocking.

“Actually, she doesn’t because she has her new hoodie on. So that, and just, like, black pants. And fuzzy socks.”

Y/n held her breath as she looked down and realized what hoodie she was wearing. The good one. Normally it was reserved for sleeping in, but she wanted the extra comfort it provided while she played Phasmophobia. Any hoodie would have done, but having Dream’s clothing wrapped around her body gave her an extra level of security that she was too embarrassed to ever admit aloud.

“New hoodie?” Sapnap asked. “Give the people some more info, Karl. What does it look like?” She couldn’t tell if there was malice behind his words or if he was genuinely curious. Did he know about Dream sending her one of his hoodies? They were roommates after all, Sapnap had to know, right? Especially since Y/n now knew that Dream told Sapnap a lot.

Karl looked at her with a huge grin, knowing exactly where the piece came from. “Yeah, super new. It has a Flori—”

“It’s just red,” she said quickly, giving Karl a wide-eyed look.

“Oh?” Tubbo asked. “W-why did you sound so suspicious? What kind of red?”

“Suspicious?” she scoffed. “What’s suspicious about a hoodie?” she paused before adding quieter, “And.... it’s maroon.”

“Interesting…” Sapnap said, his smile clear in his voice. He knew. He definitely knew.

The accusatory tone of his voice paired with Karl hiding his giggles behind his hand made Y/n pull her collar over her face in embarrassment. The action only caused the lingering smell on the material to fill her nose, but she wasn’t necessarily complaining.

“I have a maroon hoodie!” Tubbo related, oblivious alongside Ranboo and Tommy about the teasing going on between her and Sapnap. “What kind is it? Maybe it’s the same one?”

“Tubbo, you should not sound so pleased at the possibility of matching Bugsy,” Tommy sneered and Y/n momentarily forgot about the embarrassment of knowing Sapnap knew.

“Tommy, when we meet, I will personally make sure that you do not have fun.”

“Oh, I’m so excited for that!” Tubbo said obliviously. “It’s going to be so fun!”

Y/n glanced at her chat again and smiled at all the accusations that she was meeting up with some of the other streamers in the call. Little did they know how many of them were not only meeting up, but spending a week and a half vacation together.

“Me too, but chat doesn’t get to know anything about it.”

“Right, right, sorry chat!” Tubbo apologized. “You all are forced to stay out of the loop.”

“Oh, Ranboo went live, I’m going to end. I’ll talk to you guys later! Thanks again for playing!”

“Thanks, Bugsy!” Sapnap said. “It was fun.”

“Bye Bugsy…” Tommy dragged out and she laughed.

“Bye guys,” she said finally and muted, turning her attention back to her stream. “Thanks everyone for watching! And for everyone who donated or subbed or anything like that, thanks! I’ll stream again on Friday but after that I won’t be able to stream for a while, but I do have YouTube videos I will be posting so look out for those!”

She finally ended and turned to Karl after everything was shut off.

“Sapnap definitely knows about the hoodies,” Karl giggled at her expression. “Man’s voice was pure teasing, he knows.”

Y/n laughed and shook her head. “I know! What the heck. Thanks for hanging out with me, by the way.”

“Of course! I like hanging out even if I don’t get to play.”

“Even over your secret friend?”

Karl turned pink. “She’s busy. I’m also still not talking about this.” He stood up and Y/n smiled, dropping the topic.

“Karl, I was joooking.” She followed him out to the kitchen, where Naomi sat typing rapidly on her laptop, most likely cramming for an exam. Y/n’s phone buzzed from her pocket so she pulled it out and couldn’t help the smile or heat that made its way to her face.

Y/n excused herself from the kitchen — where Naomi was still typing furiously and Karl was now thoroughly entertained with something on his phone — to answer the incoming FaceTime call from Dream. She hit accept as she fell on her bed.

“Hi,” she greeted.

“YOU’RE WEARING THE HOODIE I GAVE YOU? HOW EMBARRASSING! HAHA LET’S ALL LAUGH AT Y/N FOR WEARING MY HOODIE!!”

Y/n frowned at his joke and hit the red end button underneath Dream’s face. Her screen defaulted back to her home screen before a new call lit up.

She answered again. “Are you going to be nice?” she asked, pulling the soft, red material over her face, leaving just her eyes to see Dream’s adorable pout.

“Yes,” he said softly. “Sorry.”

She smiled and released the fabric, showing her whole face again, which made the boy smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I watched your stream,” he started and she scoffed.

“I know, how else would you have known about the hoodie?”

“Well, Sapnap also texted me so even if I wasn’t, I would have found out.”

Y/n shook her head as her face heated up with embarrassment. She knew the trip was going to be full of teasing from practically the whole group.

“But I was saying I watched your stream and it looked like a lot of fun. Sounded like you had fun, too.”

“I did,” she confirmed. “I love those guys, they’re awesome. I love how everyone just bounces off each other, it’s so funny.”

“I can tell,” Dream laughed, “I haven’t heard you laugh that hard before.”

“Oh gosh, did I sound like a crazy person?”

Dream smiled and rubbed one of his eyes sleepily. “No, well, maybe a little but, like, in a cute way.”

“In a cute way? So I’m crazy but in a cute way? Yeah, okay, Dream.”

“No, I mean, like, your laugh was just super loud and energetic but it wasn’t obnoxious or gross or anything, it was adorable. It’s probably the cutest sound I’ve ever heard.”

“You might be a little biased.”

He hummed as he smiled at his screen for a few seconds. “Maybe a little, but so what?”

“You weren’t supposed to agree to that!” she said.

“Secret’s out that I like you so I get to say things like that now, Bug. As long as it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, I’m going to call everything you do cute.”

“Shut up.”

“Cute.”

Her stern expression broke with a laugh and she hung her head. “Got any ideas about our date yet?”

He smiled widely. “Yes.”

“What are they?”

“You really think I’m going to tell you? Absolutely not. You have to wait.”

“Can you at least tell me what day? You’re not making me wait until Georgia, right? The date is while we’re in Florida?”

“So eager, sheesh!” Dream teased. “But so am I, so yeah. I was thinking maybe the 23rd? Since you guys will get here on the 22nd?”

“Oh, who’s eager now? The day after I get there?”

Dream pouted so she smiled and assured him that she was just as excited for their date as he was. “I’m kinda nervous because it’ll be the day before Christmas Eve, so a lot of places will be super crowded and I know you said you don’t like big crowds so we might have to work around some stuff—”

“Dream, I’m honestly just excited to see you. Anything we do will be fun, I promise. I’m just happy I’ll get to see you and spend time with you.”

His worried expression softened as it was replaced with a fond smile. “Down bad, huh?”

Just like that, the tender moment was ruined and Y/n groaned, a laugh bubbling in her throat. “What is wrong with you? You’re the one stressing out so much about a date! You’re the one who’s down bad.”

“Yeah, but at least I can admit it.”

She shook her head at him for what felt like the millionth time and sighed. “I can’t believe I put up with you.”

“You must like me a lot, I guess,” he said, pushing her to admit it again.

“I guess I do.”

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[matan4il]

Regardless of factors surrounding it, what do you think of the cheating storyline and Buck lying to Taylor to move in with him disregarding Hen's final advice for him to tell Taylor about it?

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for the ask!

If it’s OK, I do not want to address any asks about Buck’s cheating without referring to this post about Buck’s consent, because I do feel it influences my perception of the cheating. I do think we’re partly responsible for what we do even when we’re drunk, which is why, for example, if we drive while under the influence, we ARE legally responsible for whatever accidents that leads to.

However, Buck being pressured to drink more than he meant to due to Lucy, because she kept ordering him drinks (and like it’s not enough that we actually see that happen with the margarita, he said it explicitly, showing the writer of the scene had to be aware of this aspect), that puts the kiss in a different light for me. That’s in addition to the fact that even while inebriated, he didn’t initiate the kiss, he only kissed back. And he did pull away and put an end to it, bringing up his gf (we know he’s likely being truthful about this when talking to Hen, because he was a reliable narrator of events when he said Lucy was the one ordering drinks for him, which we saw, and also because it took him a moment, but he did own up to kissing her back). And lastly, he didn’t agree to Lucy’s obvious desire to have sex. I do wanna bring that last bit up, because we use the same word, cheating, for both things (kissing and sex), even though there’s a world of difference.

A kiss is one action, representing one wrong decision. It still matters, whether someone makes it, but it’s not the same as cheating by having sex. Sex is a series of actions, a series of wrong decisions, taken over a much longer period of time, with every moment of it, every action, being another opportunity for the cheater to stop. So if they don’t, if they go all the way, that’s a lot of moments, a lot of decisions, a lot of intimate actions, during which the cheater decided that they’re okay with betraying their partner’s trust. And even drunk, even in an unhappy r/s, that wasn’t Buck.

He also wanted to come clean. That was his first instinct, that he should tell Taylor. But he doesn’t eventually, and I think at the end of the day, that’s his bigger sin. That he didn’t confess and tell her what she deserved to know. That’s the bigger betrayal of trust. I can still sort of understand him. Buck is incredibly empathetic, he feels people’s pain deeply (remember in 110 when this guy was impersonating him online, causing hurt not just to a lot of women, but also to Buck himself? And then when they find the guy’s trailer, Buck was still capable of understanding that the man must have really suffered due to self-loathing. Buck’s friends mistrusted the kind of guy he is, his gf also didn’t believe him, so that catfishing could have cost him his r/s, and Buck still could feel empathy for the guy). He knows what the right thing to do is, he tried to do it, but he just couldn’t bring himself to inflict pain on another person. He absolutely betrayed Taylor’s trust by not telling her, by letting her agree to moving in without knowing what’s really going on, and now he’s going to have to be reminded of what he knows, what he told Eddie regarding Ana in 502: that sometimes it’s the greater kindness to end a r/s, to inflict some pain now, as much as he doesn’t want to, than to stall and cause more pain later.

So yeah, everything about this storyline hurts, but it’s a lesson Buck obviously needs to learn, and to figure out how he ended up there. I just wish they’d address the consent issue as well, while they’re at it.

Sorry for the length, Nonnie! And I hope that this reply helped! xoxox

(HEY, if it takes me a moment to reply to an ask, it's 'coz I'm juggling work overload and medical stuff. If I got it, I will reply to it! You can always check my ask tag. Thank you for understanding! xoxox)

[winter-soldier-vibes]

You Aren’t Somebody? (Bucky x Reader)

Bucky x reader

Word count: 2647

Summary: Bucky knows that the reader has struggled with an eating disorder before, but thought they were doing better. Little does he know, they had just gotten better at hiding it. Until one night, he catches her doing something she had promised she had stopped

Warnings: eating disorder, purging, angst, fluff

Tags @abitgryffindorky @buckys2thicc @thatfangirl42 @buckfics @barnesplums @mardema @stucky-on-spiderman @thundering-barnes

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A/N: It’s finals week and I am running on energy drinks, reading fanfiction, and longgggg hot showers. But the semester is almost over, and then I have no obligations aside from my hobbies. I see the requests and I’m working on them I promise! I have a list of all the requests that I get, and I am working through them I PROMISE!!! Thank you all for all of your support.

A/N 2: This deals with heavy and dark themes of mental illness. The specific warnings are above. If you feel that in any way reading this will be harmful to your mental health and your journey, PLEASE skip it. I write from my own experience and I know what I would’ve wanted to hear in these situations, and writing/reading fics helps me feel comforted. This fic is based on one experience more specifically than most of my fics, so I apologize if it’s not exactly the same as your experience. This is what I would’ve wanted to hear. If you need or want someone to talk to, vent to, or get advice from, feel free to message me, really. I’m here! <3

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Bucky was standing in front of you, blocking the door. His piercing blue eyes were locked on you, your own refusing to meet his. 

He wanted answers that you were not ready to give.

“Y/n, please. I just want to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky.”

He looked you up and down. Your hair was in a messy bun, a few loose strands sticking to your tear stained cheeks. Your eyes were puffy, and your face was red, voice raspy. He took a deep breath. “You told me you would tell me if it was getting bad again.”

“You promised.”

You closed your eyes. He wasn’t wrong, you had promised. But that was because you never thought you’d see the day when you were purging again. You thought you had gotten over it. You really thought that this time you wouldn’t slip up.

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You had been struggling with an eating disorder for a while. The cause, you weren’t quite sure. An innocent diet soon turned into a competition for yourself, but the end goal was never there. At first you had thought it was just about the weight and how you looked, but then you found that some of your behavior patterns were tied to your emotional ones. 

Stress was the major trigger, you had come to learn.

Whether it was a mission gone wrong, you getting injured, someone else getting injured, or even just basic social interactions you thought could’ve gone better, you found yourself inclined to comfort yourself with food. 

Until you panicked, which would lead you to the bathroom with music blaring and water running to cover up the noises of your retching. 

You hated it, and every time you told yourself it was the last time. But the more you did it, the more you felt the urge to do it. At first it was triggered by large stressors, but now smaller things could trigger you to want to throw up. You tried to keep it hidden, unaware of the true reasons for why you did it. You were able to help yourself sometimes, it wasn’t worth bringing anyone else into. 

You couldn’t explain it to yourself, so how were you supposed to explain it to anybody?

The best way that you had figured out how to describe it was that whenever you felt a negative emotion, you could soothe it in a physical way with food, especially with all the warm comfort foods that are known. But at the same time, that feeling lasted as long as you could taste, and you would feel guilty as you felt full. When you threw up, it felt like you were also throwing up the negative emotions. 

But when you said it out loud, it didn’t make sense. When people are sick and throwing up it’s one of the most uncomfortable feelings ever. Inducing it hurts sometimes, but it’s almost not as bad. Like you know it’s coming, and you’re in control of what’s happening and you could stop at any point. And there had been times where you could soothe yourself in other ways, and you knew your own physical limits. You knew when you had to stop for your own health.

Until you couldn’t stop.

Which is what led to you fainting on a mission after purging too much. Your electrolytes had bottomed out and you almost had a heart attack at an age no one should. Bucky, your boyfriend who was on the mission with you, had put it together when the first words out of your mouth upon gaining consciousness were “Is this a glucose drip?” while tugging at the IV.

He hadn’t been mad, not exactly. He wasn’t mad at you but he was furious with himself for not noticing, and for making you feel as though you couldn’t tell him. You assured him that you did trust him, but he wished you had come to him before you could’ve gotten yourself, and those on the mission, seriously hurt or killed. 

Nonetheless, you still didn’t know how to talk about it.

“Can you try to tell me about it?” he asked gently, running a hand through your hair. He held you to his chest, you unable to meet his eyes.

“It won’t make any sense,” you had said, tears glazing your eyes.

“I want to understand. Can you help me understand?”

You paused for a moment. “It’s a long story and I don’t know where to start. There’s so much going wrong.” you had said, tears beginning to streak down your face.

“I have all the time for you. And it doesn’t have to make sense, these things rarely do. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to listen.”

And true to his word, he had. He had listened and held you while you tried to talk about what you could. He didn’t understand everything, he naturally had a ton of questions, but they weren’t for that moment. He had promised to help you the best that he could, and you had promised to try and tell him whenever you felt the urges get too strong. And if you couldn’t, to tell him after.

It was easier to talk to Bucky than anyone else. Not because he was your boyfriend, but because he seemed to understand you more than anyone else could. He had his own share of mental health struggles. Neither of you knew exactly what the other was going through, but you both understood that it was easy to feel alone and guilty even though you couldn’t control it. 

It was rough, but he was never mad. He was sometimes firm, and sometimes you had gotten angry with him. Only to later apologize to him with tears in your eyes. He was never mad with you. He understood that this was something internal. Upon research he had done and conversations he had had with Bruce, he understood that this had nothing to do with him. Some people thought eating disorders were about getting attention when it was one of the furthest things from the truth.

All he could do was love you and be there for you.

And to your surprise, talking about it did help.it took a long time, months, of long and hard conversations, panic attacks, slip ups, and really dark days. But it got to the point where Bucky felt that you were doing better, making an effort to tell you how proud he was and how much he loved you. 

And you were doing better, in a way. But you had been slipping up more recently, and you hadn’t told Bucky. You didn’t know how. After going the longest you’d ever had between slip ups, you found yourself retching over the toilet. You would have gone to Bucky but he had been away on a mission that was extended a few days. You couldn’t interrupt him because your feelings were too much to handle. People needed his help more than you did.

You were going to tell him, but he had been so tired when he had come back. He needed his time to relax, and it wasn’t the right time to tell him. And the next day when he was rested, you felt that it was irrelevant. Any negative feeling you had felt the day before had since past, and you didn’t see the point in bringing it up today. It would worry Bucky, he wouldn’t want to go on missions, and you weren’t going to do that to him. Besides, it was just one time.

Right?

You soon found yourself purging when Bucky wasn’t around. If he had gone out with Steve, if he was on a mission, or if he was down in the gym you found yourself taking more opportunities to give into your urges. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been, but you were spiraling. But at this point you had been slipping up so many times, you had been so secretive about it. 

It would kill Bucky inside to know that you were hiding this from him again. He would feel like you didn’t trust him. You trusted him with your life.

You just didn’t want to let him down. Not again, not when he had explicitly told you to come to him and you had been blatantly ignoring that.

You wanted to tell him, you did. But you couldn’t let him being so proud of you be based on a lie.

One day you were hunched over the toilet, legs sahking and tears streaming down your face from exertion. Bucky was away on a mission, so you didn’t even bother with the music or the water. What you hadn’t anticipated was him coming back hours earlier than he should’ve

The mission had gone much more smoothly than anticipated, which everyone was happy about. Bucky was glad he would get a few more hours with you. He had gone up to your shared room and let himself in, surprised to see you weren’t there. But then he heard you coughing from behind a closed bathroom door.

He felt like someone had punched him in the gut. You had been doing so well, what had happened?

He walked over to the door, knocking on it and calling out your name. He heard you muffle a small fuck before he knocked again.

“Y/n please, let me in.”

He heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, you on the other side washing your face. You could feel the tears from exertion be replaced by ones of shame and embarrassment, biting your lip slightly. What the fuck were you going to tell him? 

When you finally turned off the water, you rubbed your face with a towel, sighing heavily into it. When you took it away, you looked long and hard at the doorknob. 

Bucky sighed on the other side of the door. “Y/n please. I’m not mad. We’ve been here before, I just wanna talk to you.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a breath before you made your expression nuetral and opened the door. 

Bucky’s eyes immediately saddened when he took you in. your face was still red and there were tears in your eyes. You had tried to put up a front, he could tell that too. Sometimes you got angry with him because you didn’t want to be vulnerable. He was prepared because like he said - he’d helped you before.

Before he could say anything you crossed your arms. “You’re home early,” you said coldly.

“Y/n.” 

“How’d the mission go? Well, I assume.” you tried to slip past Bucky but he was blocking the door. 

Bucky took a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah, the mission went well.” He wanted to be gentle with you. “But how are you?”

You shrugged, trying to appear oblivious. “I’m fine,” voice wavering slightly as you looked away.

“Y/n please. You’re not fine. Can you tell me what happened?”

“The same thing that always happens” you said bitterly. “Something stupid comes up, I start feeling like shit about myself and I ignore it until I’m puking it up with everything else, alright? It’s the same story, different time, and now I have you looking at me all hurt just like I was worried about which is why I couldn’t tell you!” you exclaimed, eyes filled with anger and tears. Bucky looked at you as if you had just punched him in the face. He would’ve much preferred that you had.

“Y/n.”

You shook your head, trying to get through the door that he was blocking. “Bucky, just let me through the door, forget it.”

“Y/n just talk to me please, I -”

“JUST LET ME THROUGH THE GODDAMN DOOR.” You yelled, surprising Bucky. It had been a while since you had gotten this angry or defensive. But he stood his ground. Bucky was standing in front of you, blocking the door. His piercing blue eyes were locked on you, your own refusing to meet his. 

He wanted answers that you were not ready to give.

“Y/n, please. I just want to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky,” you said, feeling tears threatening to spill over. 

He took a deep breath. “You told me you would tell me if it was getting bad again.”

You closed your eyes and felt a pang in your stomach. “Bucky, I - “

“You promised,” he said, voice cracking.

You shook your head. “Why do I have to talk about this. It’s not like I’m hurting anybody” 

“You’re hurting yourself, y/n.” he said calmly.

You shook your head and narrowed your eyes slightly, tears falling. “That’s different Bucky, you know it is.”

“You aren’t somebody?”

You looked at him for a moment before a sob escaped your body, leaning on the counter for support as you brought a hand to your mouth. Bucky quickly came up behind you and pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. You started crying harder, embarrassed and ashamed. 

“I’m sorry Bucky, I didn’t know what else to do, I didn’t know how to tell you, I -”

“Hey it’s okay, it’s alright y/n, I’m here.” Bucky kept whispering reassurances in your ears, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

After some time passed, you didn’t know how long, you were able to calm down enough to take some shaky breaths, hiding your red face in Bucky’s chest.

“When did this start happening again?” he asked softly

“I don’t know… few weeks at least, not really sure.”

He took a breath, trying to stay calm. A few weeks and he hadn’t suspected anything, and you were alone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were on a mission, I couldn’t interrupt that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when I got back?” he pressed gently.

“You were so tired Bucky - ”

“Y/n.” he said more firmly.

You paused for a moment, knowing he wouldn’t take those answers. If they were truly the reason then you would’ve told him the next day or the day after, as soon as the opportunity came. There was more to why you waited, and Bucky knew that. 

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered. 

You heard Bucky sigh. He was angry with himself, for not being approachable to you. All he wanted was to make you feel safe enough to come to him, and to hear that you hadn’t because you thought he had expectations for you crushed him. “Y/n, I told you you could tell me about this. When have I ever been disappointed or angry with you?”

“You haven’t. You were just so proud and I - I didn’t want to ruin that for you. I didn’t want to tell you that you were proud of a lie.”

“Hey, hey look at me.” Hesitantly you looked up to meet his eyes. “None of this was you lying. You put in the hard work day after day, and I told you I was here to support you. But I never did the work for you. You did that. I’m proud of you and I always will be because you’re a fighter. It’s okay to have bad days, it’s okay to slip up. It’s okay to need a little help too, and that’s what I’m here for. A slip up doesn’t erase all the hard work you’ve put in before. I’m proud of you for the progress you’ve made, and of the work you put in. This doesn’t change anything sweetheart.”

He pulled you back into his chest.

“I’ll always be proud of you.”

[mochisdoll]

Wing-manning

Feat. Kuramochi (Miyuki), Chris (Sawamura), Furuya (Haruichi)

In which different characters provide advice on how to get other characters

Kuramochi

You never really asked for his help but he mostly weaseled himself into your love life

“So when do you plan on confessing to Kuramochi?” Miyuki asked as he popped up next to you

“What? How did you even know that I liked him?!”

“Wait, you actually do?” He did very little to contain his laughter. “That’s hilarious!”

“Stop laughing, please.” You said turning to walk away from him.

“Wait, wait. Now that I know, I can help you. I’m his only friend. I know like everything about him.” You rolled your eyes.

“What’s his favorite color?”

“…”

“😐” what did you honestly expect

“I know other things, like how he definitely has a thing for you.”

“Really?”

“Well he’s never explicitly said it-“

“You are literally useless.”

Right as you got the words out Kuramochi approached the two of you

With a slight frown he spoke, “Didn’t know you two were so close.”

Miyuki grinned and slung an arm across your shoulders, “What of course we’re close, we’ve been friends since we were 1st years.”

Kuramochi looked at Miyuki with narrowed eyes and Miyuki smirked back

“Well I have a game to analyze so I’ll have to take my leave.” Miyuki not-so-subtly pushed you in the direction of Kuramochi as he left

On his way out he took notice of the slight blush on both of your faces and the change of demeanor in his friend as helped steady you

It would only require a few nudges from him to get you two on the right track

Chris

“You came to practice today, senpai!” Sawamura exclaimed as he joined your side.

“Yeah, I told you I’d be there.”

“But you were just staring at Chris-senpai the whole time!”

“I-what-I wasn’t- don’t say that so loud!!” You shoved two hands over his mouth.

“Don’t worry, I understand. Chris-senpai can be quite mesmerizing.” Sawamura assured you.

You couldn’t stay mad at this adorable idiot for long

“If it helps, I know that he likes you back!”

You almost lost your balance in your excitement. “He does??”

“He hasn’t said anything but he keeps asking me questions about you, why you come to practice, how I know you, why we’re so close. Harucchi said that he asks too many questions to not be interested.”

So Haruichi was actually the one that made that assumption, it honestly made you feel a little better about it instead of Sawamura who could be a little dense in certain situations

“Now I just need to find a reason to talk to him.”

“Well here he comes right now!”

“What-“ Just as he said, Chris was walking towards the two of you.

“Sawamura, after you finish your workouts today, I have a few drills for you to do to help with your control over your moving fastball.” Chris spoke to Sawamura. “Oh, (y/n). Are you going to be at practice today?”

“Oh, yes! I will. I hope to see some nice pitches from Sawamura today.”

He smiled softly at you. “Likewise, I’ll see you then.”

As Chris left Sawamura gave you a side eyed grin.

“What?” You sighed.

“That was incredible! Chris-senpai was like putty in your hands!”

“I think we just witnessed something very different.”

“He smiled at you! And you could tell that if you told him you weren’t going to be at practice that you would have crushed him.”

“Whatever Sawamura, but I will be using you as help getting close to Chris.”

“Use me all you want, I am a servant to love!”

Furuya

You approached Haruichi during a free period

“You want my help, getting Furuya to like you?” Haruichi asked.

“Yes!”

“Didn’t you once say that you weren’t attracted to guys appearance but instead they’re personality?”

“Yes that was me.”

“And you like Furuya…?”

“He’s funny!” Haruichi could only stare at you blankly.

When thinking of Furuya, his shining personality or good sense of humor wasn’t s the first thing he generally thought of

Haruichi could still think of an easy way to assist you

“Well… I can definitely help you.”

“Great!”

“Yeah, just excuse me for a second.” Haruichi brushed past you.

He entered the classroom he knew Furuya would be (sleeping) in.

“Hey Furuya, remember that advice I gave you about (y/n)-chan? Yeah, just forget it. Just go after them, I think that will work for you.” Furuya nodded and laid his head back on a desk.

Furuya asked you out a few days later and you dubbed Haruichi as the “angel of love”.