#I would say that I am a recovering workaholic

[rhinozilla]

Feeling that irrational feeling of guilt that I'm not working this weekend. My job is salary and M-F but I've been voluntarily working Sundays because it's tax season and there's too much to do. February is going to be just as busy, but I'm so worn out. I should have taken my full two day weekend last weekend, but instead I went in for six hours, and I felt the negative effects of not taking that full weekend all this past week.

I rallied some energy yesterday, and I spent all day catching up on cleaning my house so that it looks like a human being lives there. I am putting my mental health first today and spending today doing absolutely nothing of productive value and letting my brain rest. I know that that is good and is a healthy decision in the long run.

But oh my god I feel like I should be going in today to get more done. It feels like I'm being lazy and wasting a day. There's always so much to do; that's just the way it is for the first quarter of the year.

But instead I'm going to stay in my pjs all day, sit on this butt, maybe write some fic, maybe take a nap...And I'm gonna really try to be okay with that.

[godbirdart]

Heyo, hope you're doing well and healing from surgery continues to go smooth. I'm not sure if this was asked before and hope it's an okay ask. How do you usually allocate your time between doing commissions, personal art, life, and everything in between?

let me start with: i have a very very unhealthy work life. i'm not gonna sugarcoat it, not gonna glorify The Grind™ because What I Do Is Unhealthy. It's an ongoing issue, and in recent months I've been trying to do more to fix it.

I habitually put in 12+ hour days, often five or six days of the week. I will be at my tablet from dawn until dusk. This isn't always spent drawing; it's also emails, website updates, menial administrative things and promoting my work. This is solely because I am a chronic workaholic. Even as I was recovering from this major surgery at the beginning of the month, Physically Unable to do much for the first week, my mind kept fussing over the work I needed to get done when I got back. It's Very difficult for me to relax and simply Do Nothing.

Now, this isn't to say I don't see people or talk with friends. I do, I socialize as much as my introverted self can handle. But my work has very plainly taken over my life to the point that it's eclipsed any personal alone time I could have. Tragically, it's a double-edged sword. I would love to be whisking my matcha and enjoying it in a little sunbeam but alas, bills keep knockin at my door.

That, and I genuinely Do Love working!! I love drawing for people!!

ALL THAT SAID THOUGH, I recently relocated over the summer. My new location offers a lot more opportunity to separate work and personal time with a physical barrier. It's easy to say "oh I can do little a work as a treat" when your tablet is Right There. Now that it's jailed in its own room I've found it a bit easier to say "no, I need a breather today actually" and sit down on my balcony and simply watch the world or play the video games I've been neglecting all year. I'm also making adjustments with my workload to better fit the schedule I need. If I keep chipping at this and taking the breathers I'm supposed to, I should have it all sorted by the end of the year. I have amazing people behind me kicking my ass and swatting me with a broom every time I try to overwork, and I'm grateful to have them to keep me in check while I straighten out my work-life balance. I have so many MXTX books I need to finish I want to read about my blorbos so bad ;;

TLDR: I work too much and am doing my best to get a grip on it. I want to be able to actually take a Real vacation for a month someday.

[metacrisismako]

Mako's health

(Warning: I am not a doctor nor did I study medicine. If there are any inaccuracies or errors, please correct me. Thank you.)

In the colossus, if we look closely, Mako received two lightning bolts from the vine. One on her arm, and the other on her chest (most likely she has a scar there).

Now, what if the second ray had left permanent consequences in her heart? The heart is made up of four chambers (left and right ventricles, and left and right atria) that contract and expand to pump blood to the body. This process involves something called the S/A node, which sends out electrical signals telling the heart when to beat (or rather, when to expand and contract).

Now imagine that the lightning strikes the S/A node. Which can make her heart beat slower than normal or faster than normal (in this case I leaned towards faster).

Then we have Mako shortly after recovering noticing that her heart beats faster. She goes to the doctor (or rather, Lin is forced to go to the doctor) and the doctor diagnoses her and prescribes some drugs that reduce the accelerated electrical flow.

Mako returns to his normal life, without telling his friends that he has heart disease, since the medications, for the most part, calm him down. (And because he won't even admit under torture that he feels sick).

So he goes back to his normal life and it's not until a few years later (due to promotion in the police force, stress and family) that the drugs start to wear off. However, Mako chooses to ignore the problem and remain a workaholic. It's not until he has a heart attack or pre-heart attack that his friends find out that he has an arrhythmia and that he kept the information from them.

(At first they are upset, then ask why he kept the information from them, which is followed by a flurry of revelations about repressed trauma and a better understanding of him and his actions.)

Mako, after leaving the hospital, finds himself at a dead end. He can't go back to work and he can't help his friends. Apart from medication, there is currently no other treatment, and he suffers from feeling useless.

Asami, being aware of the suffering of his friend, begins to consider the idea of what a pacemaker would be. And he creates a prototype. However, the operation to implant it is very risky.

But Mako is willing to take the risk.

So he undergoes the operation, while everyone outside waits expectantly. You can't make a single mistake.

Finally Mako comes out and everyone is breathing again when the doctors show up to say that the operation was successful.

He thanks Asami and gradually returns to his normal life.

[bugs-in-situations]

Oh yeah did you ever get around to detailing the Personal Problem between Jay and Violet in Evprim? We need to know this so we can emulate appropriate emotional reactions to a Vi who has been dead for like a century, and is also full of fungus, and also because half of our original idea for this was "hey, The House vi's chronic workaholism probably sets it as more adjacent to evprim violet than most other variants of itself" and then having thoughts about that

i went to the notes app to deactivate the part of our brain that was stopping us from typing directly into the "answer ask" box and i will now copy/paste what i wrote here

the way the bee kingdom is set up always favors a specific set of skills but in evprim in particular it rewards the sort of ruthlessness/ambition that vi has

jay on the other hand is...not as set up for the way it works, and fails at all her attempts to work with different hive industries

also she is generally seen as the weirdo freak drone who asked to be a worker and then isn't even good at it. transphobeea (bee transphobia)

jay still semi-raised violet and this is mostly detrimental to violet's reputation more than anything

jay has the specific kind of neurosis that comes from having a younger sibling that is more successful than you And the disease that makes her make all her problems other people's problems

resentment boils up into a big argument before jay finally decides to leave the hive (violet aged 16 and jay aged 22)

jay said something along the lines of "i hope every [machine] you make fails" or something like that

in the early game she spends a lot of time trying not to think about the past at all and getting angry and defensive whenever the hive is brought up

jay is thoroughly convinced that violet hates her as much as the rest of the hive does and she tries to justify not apologizing with that

jay's request plotline starts after chapter three (via telephone) but doesn't end until they finally meet in person again after coliseum in chapter six

phone conversation boils down to violet being like No i don't want to talk to you after you said you hope i fail at my job which would ruin my life?? and hanging up

chapter six conversation jay is like Hey i am actually sorry for saying that. This hive is a nightmare and i was taking it out on you. I got you... rocks.

violet is like...Okay yeah i understand why you think the hive is a nightmare and i accept your apology. Hope your life is more decent in the future. Thanks for the rocks

except pretend it's better written than that

jay hopefully recovers from her less successful older sibling neurosis. i think. not being in the military soup will probably help

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 5: Compromised

Once again I have to power through the drug’s grip as I stir. This time I wake up tucked away in the corner of a short room, one filled with computers, counters of gadgets, and motorcycles.

“Good, you’re awake. Again.”

I spot Q hunched over a desk, tinkering with a watch.

“How long have I been out?” I grunt.

“5 hours. Silva's gone. Escaped by wrecking a train.”

I sit up and take a deep breath. “Where’s Bond?”

“Disappeared.”

“M?”

“Disappeared.”

I sigh. “And I’m guessing you can’t tell me where?”

Q opens his mouth to say something but closes it. I should be used to this by now.

“I get it. More secrets. Comes with the job,” I say in a mockingly perky voice.

Q straightens up and walks over from the desk. “I’m not doing it to piss you off. It’s for security-”

“And you don’t think I’m trustworthy.” When Q doesn’t argue, that gives me my answer. “I suppose I can’t blame you. It’s what I get for being in this business.” Yet I still can’t rid the look of frustration off my face.

Q frowns. “You say one thing, but look another. Why be angry at me?”

I look away and busy myself with checking my leg bandages. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the drugs talking to me. Is there anything I can help with?”

I can already tell Q’s annoyed with me. “Sorry, 0011. With that leg-”

“Spare me the medical talk. I’m going home.”

“Here, let me help.” Q rounds the hospital bed and starts pushing. “We’re in the basement so you’ll have to take the elevator.”

My nose scrunches in confusion. “Basement? Why are you hiding down here?”

I can almost feel him roll his eyes. “I’m not hiding down here. This is my office.”

“Really?” I take one last look around the lab before Q wheels me into the elevator. “It’s nice. Much more quiet than upstairs.”

“Hm. Never thought of it that way. I always thought they just gave me the basement because it was the only place left.” After we exit the elevator Q pushes me to the lobby. “I’ve radioed for a car to drive you home. Is your house in town?”

“I’d hardly call my tiny apartment a house. It’s in Hatfield, so not too far away.” An SUV pulls up to the curb and Q helps push my bed into the backseat. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

The man smirks. “‘Course I have to. Can’t have one of our 00 agents sent home in a meager cab, can we?”

That’s what I am, a government asset. Is it bad that I’m disappointed he doesn’t see me as someone else?

“Sorry for arguing earlier,” I say glumly before he shuts the door. 

“Water under the bridge, 0011. We’ll contact you if there’s any progress with Silva, but for now it’s best if you recover. I’ve packed you a wheelchair for you to use at home.”

“Can I still come in to work tomorrow?”

Q laughs and shakes his head. “And I thought I was a workaholic! Sure, you can come in tomorrow. But no physical activity, only paperwork.”

I groan. “You take the fun out of everything. Goodbye, Quartermaster.”

“Feel better, Mrs. White,” Q smirks and gives a wave as the car starts to pull away.

Again with that codename. If I didn’t know better I’d say that Q’s finally starting to get a sense of humor. On the way home my troubled mind keeps flashing between my thoughts for Q and worrying about Bond. If Silva still has the list, could that mean I might be the next victim?

“Is this you, miss?” The driver up front asks.

The familiar gray building sends comfort to my rushing feelings. “Yes. Would you mind helping-?”

“Yes, of course. Q said to make sure you got out safely.”

Is there anything that goes past that man’s head? After I’ve been lifted out and placed in the wheelchair, I thank the driver and start making my way inside the building. I’ve always said I decided on a simple home because I was waiting to see where my job would take me. Then I settled for it because I’m always too busy with work to be at home. But now I think it’s because I’ll always be alone and shouldn’t bother living in a big house.

I must say that taking the elevator up instead of stairs is a change. I guess I took my health for granted until it got taken away, and now I’m stuck sitting down for a month. Could be worse, I guess. At least I’m not in the same condition as Jason- Oh no.

I’m at my apartment door, and something’s wrong. Back when I first started, I learned an old security trick about placing a piece of paper near the door so you can tell if it’s been opened. Ever since then I’ve always put a slip of paper on the floor. Bond calls it old-fashioned and paranoid. But it works.

I know so because I’ve opened my door now and the paper’s been moved. 

Quietly, I slip my revolver out from under my pocket and look around. The only movement is Cricket, who’s waiting for me in the kitchen. I haven’t fully entered the room yet, and in my weakened state I don’t plan to. If there is someone waiting for me I’m in no condition to fight. My only thought is hoping that Eve picks up the phone. I dial the number and after a short while she answers.

“0011, what’s wrong?”

“Someone’s been in my apartment,” I whisper. “My name must have been compromised. Is there a safe house anywhere?”

A few seconds go by. “The closest place near yours is Q’s apartment.”

The thought of interfering with Q’s private life creates a whole new set of problems in my mind, but I can’t afford to be picky when my life is at stake.

“I don’t care. I just need to hunker down where I won’t be killed. Is it safe?”

I hear Eve laugh. “This is Q we’re talking about. Of course it’s safe. It’s 3 blocks down and 5 over, number 221b. The code is 3155.”

“Thank you, Eve. I’ll call if there’s any more trouble.” I return the phone to my pocket and signal to Cricket. “Come here, Cricket. You’re coming with me.”

The gray tabby pitter-patters over and hops onto my lap with a delighted meow. After locking the door and making a quick exit I get back to the fresh air and wheel down the sidewalk to Q’s apartment. The whole time I keep looking over my shoulder, the loaded gun still at the ready under my shirt. 

At first I think I’m lost but it turns out Q lives in a neighborhood where all the buildings look the same. When I get to 221b and enter the code I first notice the smell. It’s super clean, like the smell of laundry. Next I’m welcomed by a hairless cat, who takes a liking to Cricket right away. The two cats go running up a staircase and leave me to get a better look at the place. Of course Q would keep a tidy home, but what surprises me most is the various cooking tools set up in the kitchen. Maybe lab gadgets aren't the only thing he experiments with?

It’s not my place to snoop around a coworker’s home, so I should just wait for him to come home. The locked door behind me is an assurance all in itself. I move myself to the couch and lift myself off the wheelchair. At first I’m positive I’m in no state of mind to sleep but I’m proven wrong as my eyes start to close…

[seeingandbeing]

Last week I committed to writing a substack post. I knew I wanted to write about the equinox. I have always loved fall and the rituals that go hand in hand. But I knew this year was going to be lowkey. With no job and limited funds, I couldn’t afford to host the harvest moon dinner I fantasized with friends about. I know we could have found a free activity to do together but I didn’t want to overextend myself, as I was still recovering from a bad spell.

The past few weeks have been difficult ones. I was rejected for a role that seemed all but guaranteed and it devastated me. The hope of returning to routine and normalcy was shattered. I didn’t leave my bed for 2 days.

I tried my best to give myself grace and compassion, but everything about the situation made me feel like a failure. I ordered takeout with money I didn’t have. I went to the beach for the first time this summer. I went to MoMA and cried. I got rejected from an entry-level job I applied to. Mostly, I was doing a lot of nothing.

Last week, I finally had a productive week. It wasn’t the week I wanted but it was a good week by any metric. I had more money than I expected, multiple leads on jobs, and woke up at a reasonable hour every day. It was the kind of week I regularly prayed for, but I found myself dismissing it because I didn’t make it to a talk I wanted to go to, I didn’t wake up at 7 AM to do my planning session, and I didn’t attend hot yoga as often as I would have liked.

Why wasn’t good enough, good enough? I sought guidance from the memoir I was reading, Wintering by Katherine May:

“Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible. Once we stop wishing it were summer, winter can be a glorious season in which the world takes on a sparse beauty and even the pavements sparkle. It’s a time for reflection and recuperation, for slow replenishment, for putting your house in order. Doing those deeply unfashionable things—slowing down, letting your spare time expand, getting enough sleep, resting—is a radical act now, but it is essential.”

I find it helpful to frame my time without work as a wintering. At first, I accepted winter with open arms. My health issues were at their worst and I finally accepted that I was a workaholic. I reveled in the time I spent taking care of myself. I treated nursing myself back to health like a full-time job. Eventually, I decided I was tired of wintering. Winter was a bore and I longed for summer. In fact, summer was approaching and being in a period of reflection and rest felt unseasonal. I love summer, spring be damned. Had I really done the work to transform myself? Sure, I could take care of myself when it was the only thing on the docket but when I inevitably return to work would I have the tools to commit to living sustainably? I wasn’t sure I knew what tools I even needed.

Serendipitously, I listened to a great podcast about a skill to add to the toolbox. Real self care. In the episode, Dr. Pooja Lakshmin describes real self care as “principle focused, inner decision-making work” while the faux self is the consumer-oriented bullshit we are all familiar with. I am a fan of Audre Lorde, who Lakshmin draws heavily on, so self-care being described this way was not surprising to me. What surprised me though, was categorizing productivity as faux self-care. Dr. Lakshmin argues that we turn to productivity for the illusion of control it gives us. As soon as I heard her say it, I knew it was true. I definitely believe I’m one bullet journal system away from changing my life. After a bit of reflection, I understood the reason I was unsatisfied with my week was that I failed to assert control over it. This is irrational of course. Deep down, I know I didn’t attend the talk because I had to finish a job application that a mentor sent my way. I didn’t go to yoga because I had a last-minute dinner with a friend. But I couldn’t help but think how satisfying it would be to check off those boxes.

When I think about last week and this new season, letting go is a theme that comes up over and over again. It’s odd although I love fall, I’ve never thought about it as a time to release. Autumn symbolizing a time to let go is cliche, but a cliche that never interested in me. Letting go is a fall ritual I haven’t considered, but I think I ought to. “There is no transformation without loss”. Man, do I hate to lose.

I don’t know when my winter will end. I don’t know what my next job will be, where it will be, or if it will make me happy. But there are benefits to uncertainty. In Wintering May writes: “Certainty is a dead space, in which there’s no more room to grow”. I want to embrace the uncertainty without merging with the chaos. There is something so seductive about ceding all control and letting disorder reign. Yet again, I received a serendipitous message from Chani that at its heart, the equinox is also about balance.

After researching rituals for the autumnal equinox and finding nothing that resonated with me, I begrudgingly decided to follow the ritual in the Chani app. It felt disappointing and ordinary as I regularly do some part of Chani’s weekly ritual suggestions. I wanted the equinox to be more momentous, more special, but I’m much too superstitious to let the equinox pass unobserved. So I lit my incense, sat in front of my altar, and opened the app. Chani asked, “What are you learning to release so that you can come into greater balance with your joy?” On Sunday I released my desire for a perfect equinox ritual and found a necessary one. It’s the beginning of an answer. It is good enough.

[bloodysimpsonchibi]

Amnesia

(An entry for @seth-whumps 's Whumperless Whump Event)

Word Count: 1880

Genre: Whump

Pairing Yorusoi

"I'm sorry...who are you again?"

Yoruichi 's jaw dropped as Soifon said this. "C-Come on, Soifon. Stop messing around. You know me!"

"S-Soifon?" The black-haired Shinigami asked. "Is that my name?"

"Soifon, stop it!" Yoruichi demanded. "Your little game is starting to get annoying!"

To Yoruichi's shock, Soifon uttered a squeak and pulled the covers up to her face, her eyes teary and her lips quivering. "I-I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me. I-I'm not playing any game! I swear!"

"Whoa! Easy easy!" Yoruichi put her hands up, the reality she was trying to ignore finally sinking in. "Dear Soul King...you really have lost your memory, haven't you?"

"That's what I was trying to impress upon you earlier." Retsu spoke as she walked into the room. "I had a feeling you'd be reluctant to accept it but the truth is Captain Soifon has lost her memory."

"But how?" Yoruichi asked. "How did that happen?"

"It was a simple case of bad luck really." Retsu continued. "From what Lieutenant Omeada told me, Soifon was engaging a Hollow who happened to be using projectile weaponry. The Hollow had the foresight to aim for Soifon's foot right as she was landing on a nearby roof and she had to readjust her body to avoid being killed. As a result, she hit her head on the side of the roof and ended up with a concussion."

"A concussion?" Yoruichi turned to Soifon who still had the covers over her face. Around her head were wrapped several bloodied bandages. Grimacing, Yoruichi turned back to Retsu. "How...How serious is it?"

"Well she won't die or sustain any permanent brain injury so there's that at least." Retsu explained.

"Does that mean her amnesia will go away in time?" Yoruichi asked hopefully.

"That is correct although I can't say for certain when it will vanish. Until then, Captain Soifon will have to be relieved of her duties as a Shinigami and put all of her focus on rest and recovery." The Squad 4 Captain turned to Soifon with a warm smile. "I'm sure that's a lot to take in for a workaholic like yourself, Captain Soifon, but I'm sure you will recover fast if you heed my advice."

Soifon's gaze turned from worried to confused as she lowered the blanket. "I...I don't understand..."

Retsu sighed as she patted Soifon's hand. "I know, I know, only a weakling or lazy person would sit around in bed all day with such an injury. But concussion's are very serious business. If ignored, the consequences could be dire."

"N-No...I mean...What...What do you mean Shinigami duties?"

Both Retsu and Yoruichi's eyes widened.

"What kind of question is that?" Yoruichi asked. "Your duties as a Captain-Class Shinigami of course!"

"Captain-Class Shinigami?" Soifon shook her head. "That's crazy talk! Everyone knows Shinigami are only a myth."

"What!?" Yoruichi shouted.

"And what about that other weird stuff you were talking about?" Soifon continued. "Hollows? Soul King? Just who are you people?" Soifon looked around, suddenly looking very uncomfortable. "Where am I?"

"You're in the Squad 4 barracks." Retsu answered. "Rest assured, you're in a safe and sound location. There's no need to be worried."

"Squad 4?" Soifon asked. "Of what?

"Of the Gotei 13."

"The What 13?" Soifon whimpered. "You people are freaking me out." She threw the covers off herself, revealing the light blue robe which served as her only current attire. With a grunt of effort, Soifon placed her bare feet on the floor, wincing at the sudden coolness under her soles. She attempted to get up, whined as her head throbbed, and attempted again, standing on her two feet. She moved a foot in front of the other, only to lose balance and fall forward, her fall broken only by Retsu's quick timing. "Let me go!" She cried as her fellow Captain grabbed her arms. "Let me go!"

"Captain Soifon, please control yourself!" Retsu demanded. "I understand you're confused and scared but you are in no condition to go anywhere. You need to stay in bed!"

"Let me go!" Soifon protested. "Let me..." She gasped and went limp in Retsu's arms."

"Soifon!" Yoruichi shouted as she raced to her Little Bee's side. "Are you alright?"

Soifon whined again as she rubbed her head. "It hurts."

"Of course it does. You took quite a blow to it." Retsu explained. "And it won't get any better until you rest so please lay back down." Retsu and Yoruichi were able to set Soifon back down on the bed with the latter draping her covers over her. Soifon stared at them with a gaze quite unbecoming of her, that of a scared and lost child. This gaze made Yoruichi's heart sink.

"Soifon....do...do you remember anything about yourself....anything at all?"

Soifon laid down and closed her eyes while still rubbing her forehead, as if trying to think. However, even this was enough to bring on the headache and with a whine, she shook her head. "All I remember is getting hit on the head and a whole lot of pain. I..can't..."

Yoruichi sighed and gently grabbed Soifon's arm. "It's alright, Soifon. You don't have to think about anything right now. Just rest."

Soifon didn't say anything. She just continued to stare at Yoruichi with those pitiful eyes. Yoruichi let go of her arm and walked with Retsu out of the room to give her Little Bee some space.

"Captain Unohana, be straight with me." Yoruichi said. "Just how much of her memory did Soifon lose?"

"It's difficult to say." Retsu replied sadly. "I've treated many cases of amnesia in my time but never have I seen such an extent of memory loss as to actually write off Shinigami as mythical. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd be tempted to say Soifon might even believe herself to be human."

"Human!?" Yoruichi gasped. "A-Are you sure?"

"It's a reach but not exactly impossible. After all, who knows how many times we've been recycled between the World of the Living and the Soul Society? Soifon might be tapping into a previous life, one where she was nothing more than a mere human."

"Dear Soul King," Yoruichi muttered. "That far out? Was the blow to her head really that bad?"

"It would seem so."

"But..But it'll go away right!? Yoruichi panicked. "You said her memory would return soon right?"

"I said it would return." Retsu answered. "I never said soon. I'm sorry Yoruichi but for all we know, it could be years before Soifon regains her memories."

All sound faded from Yoruichi's ears upon those words. All color in the room faded into shades of black, white and gray. All feeling left her skin, leaving her a numb shell that could only stare helplessly at Retsu as she processed this horrible information. Retsu could see she was dumbstruck and continued speaking.

"I give you my word, Yoruichi, that we will do everything within our power to restore Captain Soifon's memory. Until then, I think it'd be best if you stayed by her side. At least, until she's come to terms with her reality."

"I....I will...." Yoruichi responded in a almost dead tone, her gaze still shellshocked.

"I will, of course, need to tell the Head Captain about this matter. I'm sure he'll figure out the best course of action and hold a meeting to discuss it." Retsu turned away and began walking. "I'll send Isane with some medicine for Captain Soifon's head. Please don't hesitant to reach out to me if there's any new developments in her condition."

"I...I won't" Yoruichi answered as she watched Retsu vanish behind the corner. She waited several seconds to give her brain enough time to properly absorb all the information she had just been told before heading back into Soifon's room. The amnesiac Captain was still awake and only seemed more uncomfortable than ever being left alone with Yoruichi. The Flash Goddess never thought her Little Bee would ever stare at her with such a face and she hated every second of it.

"Hey. How are you holding up?" She asked softly.

"Not...Not good to be honest." Soifon replied weakly. "My head still hurts like crazy and I'm not even sure if I can sleep. What if my head's so damaged I can't sleep anymore?"

Yoruichi patted Soifon on the shoulder. "Don't fret. You took a lot of damage to your head but not to that extent, I can assure you. You're just stressed out because you lost your memory but there's no need to worry. You're safe here. I promise."

"H-Hey," Soifon spoke. "Eariler, when you were talking with that other lady, you called me something Soy-Fun or something."

"Soifon." Yoruichi corrected softly. "That's your name."

Soifon? That's my name? R-Really?"

"You sound disappointed."

"N-No! Of course I'm not! It's just...its kinda strange name, don't you think?"

"It's the name your Grandmother passed down to you." Yoruichi said. "You belong to the Fon clan which serves under my clan."

"Wait, so..I'm your slave?" Her eyes widened with worry.

"Of course not! I mean, you used to work under me once but as my bodyguard."

"Bodyguard? Me?"

"You'd be surprised at just how strong you are." Yoruichi tapped her Little Bee's shoulders. "In any case, it's a little too complicated of a story for you to handle right now. Right now, you just need to focus on rest."

"Rest..." Soifon trailed off as she turned away. "M..Maybe you're right. Maybe I should rest."

"Then I'll leave you to it." With one more reassuring tap, Yoruichi got up to leave the room.

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

Soifon turned her head toward Yoruichi and suffled beneath her covers. "What you guys were talking about earlier, about the Shinigami....is it true...am I a....Shinigami?"

Yoruichi stared at Soifon for a few moments as she thought of an answer. "You're a lot of things, Soifon. And once you've gotten enough rest, I'm going to help you remember every single one of them." With this, Yoruichi left the room.

Soifon stared at the spot her apparently former protectee was standing not but a minute ago, her mind racing with a millions questions about who she was and where she was being kept. She still couldn't trust the notion that she was anything but a normal human or that she was even capable of something as violent as fighting. The only feeling she knew for sure was that strange woman with the violet hair and the golden eyes made her feel...strangely safe.

"And she says I'm supposed to be the bodyguard," Soifon smirked, even through her throbbing headache. "How ironic."

[lets-talk-spirituality]

I think my ask may have been lost 😞 (but if not and you’re doing private readings only through private message let me know!)

Would you please be able to tell me about my soulmate? I’ve always been a firm believer in them.

Thank you very much 💟💟💟

Your ask wasn’t lost it just takes me a bit to get to the readings because they take a lot of focus and I have to be in the right energetic space where my own feelings don’t get in the way. We can see what comes up.

💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟

I’m seeing white blonde hair, light complexion and light eyes, maybe blue, their skin gets red easily, I think they have very low melanin in their skin, seeing them wearing pastels and like coral colors, muscular, stocky build

What do you want to say?

Hello lover. How you doin’? (Joey friends reference) I am feeling sort of lost in my career but I just smile through it anyway. What else can you do but power through? My mom has been sick and I only know how to deal with it by working. I’m hoping I can make off money so the cost of her care isn’t too much of a burden on everyone else, like my little sister. We have a huge age gap and she’s just a kid. She deserves to be a kid. I’ve been spending a lot of time with her so she doesn’t have to be around mom when she’s sick. Dad has sort of checked out in a lot of ways. I’m trying to hold the family together. I can’t really connect to you right now. It’s all I can do to stay afloat in my own life. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. I’m not sure what to do. I just have to focus on the realities of life and I don’t want things effecting you. If you feel overwhelmed or numb out of the blue, I’m sorry. That may be me, as much as I try not to impact you. I hope you’re doing well. I hope we aren’t mirroring and one of your parents isn’t sick. It sucks dick. Sigh. Maybe I’ll dream of you soon. I always like when I do! Wishing you well. Send a little light my way if you can. Love, (Ben? Maybe)

Card Pull— Druid Craft Tarot

Queen of Cups, upright— loving, maternal, intuitive

“May signify you, your mother, a therapist, or a woman who inspires love in you, and stirs the depths of your emotional nature. The profession of acting or the world of theatre and film. Work in the field of relationship counseling and healing”

Interesting this card came out when your person was talking about their mother so much. I get that they seem to be taking in a maternal role for their sister at the moment. This also signifies to me that they may be “acting” like everything is fine, playing a part or role. I think this also indicates they may be seeking therapy or will soon and may be looking more into the dynamic they have with their mother at this time, working through their mother wound.

Seven of swords, upright— insights, strategy, research

“New ideas challenge old assumptions and great progress is made. Using intellect, wit or charm to gain an advantage or recover something that has been lost, but care must be taken not to start believing ‘the ends justify the means’ strategic planning or research. Espionage, deceit or escape”

Immediately I got that your person may be doing a lot of research around their mothers illness right now. They may be really good at playing the social game. I get they may be lying to themselves about how much they are being effected and are using work to escape. We talked to their 5D self. I think their 3D is less aware of why they are a workaholic. They believe all this work justifies the end goal of more financial stability but are destroying their well being in the meantime. Destroying yourself is not worth all the money in the world and they will learn that. Fuck. I’m getting that this is what their mom also did and it’s why she’s so sick now. I think she may be explaining this to them and urging them to allow themselves to rest and heal so they don’t end up like she did.

I think this card may also be speaking to assumptions you’ve made about who your person is or what they may be like. You may be engaging in deceiving yourself. You may be keeping tabs on someone and thinking that that behavior is okay because you believe they are your person. What I would advise is to detach and go within, clear your energy and find clarity. Spend a lot of time in nature. Some of this may not be your own doing, someone could be manipulating or lying to you as well which is why you need to step back and reconnect with your own truth and ask the universe for clear insight.

Hope this helps! Would love to know if it resonates.

[josiebelladonna]

i have the square: i was born in april 1993, when the waco crisis came to a head (like my parents brought me home and while acclimating me, a brand-new human, to planet earth, and they had cnn on in the background going on about the branch davidians). plus, saturn rules my 7th, 8th, and 9th houses—while being in my 9th house no less—while pluto rules my 6th house from the 5th, so like a third of my chart is dominated by these two assholes. i have a strong pluto, too: the only parts of my chart it doesn’t aspect are jupiter and my ascendant.

i have grown up in poverty, in a trailer park. my father’s side of the family is dysfunctional in every sense of the word, and it increased after my grandpa passed. my dad is a recovering alcoholic. my mom is a workaholic in every sense of the word. my brother is a bible thumper. i grew up and live on the west coast so i have experienced extreme heat as well as extreme cold. i have been bullied for everything but my sexuality which i kept under lock and key for the duration of my teen years because i lived in a conservative area and i had a cousin who was estranged for coming out as lesbian and then transgender. i have dealt with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts and tendencies, self-harm, and eating disorders (pluto forms a t-square with chiron in my 2nd house and my moon, my chart ruler, in my 8th house). i was living out of a car at one point. i nearly died in a fire when i was 18. i was 5 minutes from dying in a car accident when i was 9. i almost lost my dad to pneumonia at that same age. i watched my stepdad basically kill himself. i have been chewed out for something as natural as crying; i have been laughed at for having a crush. i feel like i’m not allowed to be human… but i see shit like “be yourself!” all the time said in the same breath. one or the other, i can’t do both, jesus ball-cooking christ. saturn ruling my 7th and 8th houses: yes, i know loneliness and i am intimate with the dark side, thank you for asking, and no i don’t think for one second that there’s anyone who can love all of me (chart ruler moon in aquarius in the 8th: am i girl or an alien?). saturn ruling my 9th house: i was a stem student for years on the phony promise of “all you have to do is school” that everyone under the age of 40 bought into; i currently have my associates degree in art and i have no desire to go back to college unless there is mass overhaul. i’m agnostic but i have mad respect to anyone who doesn’t weaponize their religion. i’ve always had the weirdest relationship with religion, too. pluto in my 5th house ruling my 6th house: i’m often exhausted, and when i say exhausted i don’t mean tumblr’s brand of “exhaustion”, no that makes me roll my eyes every time, because i actually have a lot of energy, you stupid babies. i mean, exhausted mentally and emotionally and spiritually. “you’re so smart!” um, okay? thanks i guess?  my sexuality is my greatest source of personal angst and something i fight with constantly, i hate it so much i wish i could change it.

i’m big in build: i was born a week early because i was going to be 10 pounds otherwise… and yet i was a skinny kid. at 9 years old, i was 80 pounds soaking wet and tiny: a year later, i was 115 pounds and still thin. a year after that, i was 125 pounds and ever so slightly chubby, but i was constantly bombarded with messages that i’m fat and no one would love me—worse still, when i was thin, i felt awful. it’s so weird to say that i’m currently 260 pounds and i’ve barely got a belly.

the stupidest, pettiest nonsense awakens my wounds: seeing happy couples, seeing the man i love with someone who gives me far too many red flags and i am completely helpless to help him, seeing people relishing and enjoying their sexuality no matter what it is, seeing artists make money, being asked about work, being asked about goals of any kind, being asked if i’m seeing anyone HOLY SHIT.

and you nailed it right on the head with intense emotions, too, op. oh god, did you ever. i relate to frida kahlo on this level, too (i believe she had the square, too, saturn in pisces to my saturn in aquarius, and pluto in gemini to my pluto in scorpio), in that i try to translate those emotions into art and words. and no, i get very little attention for it. i don’t know if it’s just my chiron in leo talking but that actually hurts my feelings, like… i wonder if i was being honest and blunt enough. plus, i want to be seen. if i made it just for myself, i wouldn’t have posted it. duh.

i also relate to medusa, athena (the goddess of war; being a triple aries with mars rising, it makes sense), pelé (the volcano goddess), joan of arc, lara croft, lara from dr. zhivago, sarah connor, christine (the demon car), jennifer from jennifer’s body, the sisters from ginger snaps, everyone in the hills have eyes (the original), and jamie lee curtis’ character in the Halloween movies. scarred but tenacious women (and a car) who are just the right amount of unhinged.

and… yes, i know true pain when i see it, and i know when it’s complete horse shit. i know when someone is authentic and i know when it’s complete horse shit.

Harsh Saturn/Pluto aspects and experiences of extreme violence in past lives

First off: for this theory you have to believe in past lives or the possibility of it.

Secondly: I believe everyone has had a multitude of past lives on this earth and I am aware, from my viewpoint, that everyone has experienced extreme hardship in one or more of them.

However, I believe that the outer planets especially point to karmic themes (particularly Pluto and Saturn) and thus show past life themes and experiences we have carried into this life.

Saturn/Pluto I associate with things such as: torture, war, persecution, and, for example, the Inquisition.

So, people with these harsh aspects between Pluto and Saturn could relate to being afraid of these things (even if these things didn‘t happen to them in this life, but also if they did) or reacting quite emotionally to them. Ofc, they could likely also experience these things in this life or, a lighter version of this, activated by their karmic energetic blueprint and thus activating their unconscious karmic energetic memory of these kinds of experiences. This could even be activated by watching a movie or reading/ hearing about it - creating vivid imagery and intense emotion due to the unconscious memories.

How’s your experience been with these placements?

I‘d include: square, opposition, conjunction, quincunx (150 degrees) and maybe even the semi-sextile (30 degrees). Also, there’s a couple of less known minor aspects that could also have this effect (tao, semi-square, sesquiquadrate).

Also, people with a generally strong Pluto (tense aspects to personal planets, conjunct/ square AC, conjunct DC etc) might relate.

[hogwartsfirebolt]

cw: canon-typical child neglect

“We will come for you, Potter, you won’t know a single day of peace until you see us again.” Augustus Rookwood spat at Harry’s feet, but seeing as he was tied up, immobilized and held by two of their strongest aurors while six others swept through his house, it was a bit overkill.

“Draco,” Harry said, ignoring the spluttering criminal. “I saw a row of phials in the kitchen, care to give them a look?” He was already looking at something else as he gave the instruction, confident enough in his authority to know Draco would listen.

“Yes, sir.” Draco replied easily, watching his hands as he swept through files. The words turned Harry’s attention back to him — a raised eyebrow, the glimpse of a smile, cheeky, promising. After all, he was sir here, when they worked crime scenes together, and sometimes he was sir at home, too, when it was the last Saturday of the month and they were feeling adventurous.

Draco grinned back. Harry shook his head, the smile still present in his eyes, and went back to looking through Rookwood’s desk.

They’d hunted him for months, countless sleepless nights spent on the case — both of them were slight workaholics and never knew when to stop — endless missteps, near-catches, failed leads. It wasn’t often they got to work cases together anymore, not since Harry had been promoted to Head Auror and Draco put in charge of the Potion Control Department, and so they had given it their all, became the power team they’d been known as back in their Junior Auror Partners days.

It had been fun, seeing Harry in action again, aiding him, leaning on him as well. It had also been exhausting. They weren’t 20 years old anymore.

Finally, it was coming to an end, and it was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Draco could already taste the fresh air of the Amalfi coast, where they’d be celebrating their sixth wedding anniversary as soon as they finished the paperwork.

“Here,” Junior Auror Healey said when Draco entered the kitchen, pushing a small cardboard box towards him over the table. “The boss said you had to look this over.”

Draco snorted. “The boss knows I don’t have to do anything. I won’t look if I don’t want to,” he said, already looking because well, he did have to.

“Oh, not the old married couple attitude, please,” came Ron’s voice from the living room, surprising a laugh out of Draco as he popped the cork off a phial with utmost care.

“Shut it, Weasley, I will end you and Harry won’t stop me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“What is it?” Healey whispered, awed, ignoring Ron completely as she stared at the burgundy fumes emerging from the phial in Draco’s hand. She’d always liked Potions, had asked to apprentice with him when her training ended in the fall. He beckoned her closer.

“Come on, you can smell it — there, what do you smell?”

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. “Poppy.”

He hummed. “Yes. It’s a powerful sedative, topped with golden spindle chord and moondust, from the looks of it. This could make someone sleep for years.”

“Honestly, I get why people would buy it. I know a few I’d like to give it to.”

Draco grinned. “Such a Slytherin. Careful, the Gryffindors here will try hard to take that edge off you.”

“That was one time, Malfoy,” came Ron’s voice once again, this time sending Draco and Healey into a full laughing fit.

When they recovered, Draco handed the potion back to her, safely corked. “They all look the same, but I’m not sure about the conditions they’ve been preserved in. Have Newton send them to my lab, will you?”

She nodded. Draco washed his hands and walked back into the house, drying them on the sides of his robe. He passed Ron, who was securing the wands they had confiscated, passed Newton, who was inspecting the spell damage on Daphne’s arm, and went to find Harry in the office where he’d left him, thinking it was time to leave, thinking of the hot shower and warm bedsheets waiting for them at home.

Instead, he found him by the stairs, breathing hard, eyes wide. He stopped, hackles rising, his heart speeding up immediately, attuned to Harry’s uneasiness.

“Harry? What’s wrong?”

“I’m — I’m not sure … can you hear that?” He raised a trembling finger, pointing out a sound. He had goosebumps all over his arms.

Draco blinked, focused, and then he heard it. A light tapping, coming from the cupboard under the stairs, and something softer, sweeter, a hum, almost as if someone were singing to themselves.

“Is that…?”

Harry blew up the door.

The child looked at them, eyes wide, swinging feet tapping against the side of a tiny cot. He looked confused rather than scared, as he sat there in clothes at least five sizes too big for him, messy brown hair covering his forehead. He couldn’t be older than four.

Draco knelt in front of him immediately, hands going up to his shoulders, his face, making sure he was safe. His heart was somewhere near his throat.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, which was the primary thing in the midst of the most disconcerting finding he’d made in his entire career.

The child shook his head. Hesitated. Then, in a sweet, small voice, “Where’s uncle Gus?”

Draco couldn’t breathe. “You’re Augustus Rookwood’s nephew?”

The child nodded.

“Where are your parents?”

“Uncle says they’re dead.”

“W- what are you doing in here? With the door locked?”

“This is my room.” Draco heard Harry make a choked up noise behind him, but didn’t turn to look. “Uncle Gus says I’m not supposed to bother him. Am I — am I bothering him?”

“No, no. Are you — how long have you…” his hands trembled, holding the child’s collar. “Do you live with anyone else?”

The child shook his head again. “Before, yes, but uncle says auntie Gertie is dead too.” There was a pause. Draco heard nothing behind him, but he couldn’t make himself look away from the kid, the hollow cheeks, the small frame. He looked starved.

“What’s your name?”

“Silas.”

“Are you hungry, Silas? When did you last eat?”

“I think — I think breakfast.”

“Today?”

“Yesterday.” He replied. Then, with curiosity, “Who are you?”

It was six in the evening. Nearly two full days had passed since his last meal. Draco closed his eyes, swallowed.

“My name is Draco. We will take you somewhere safe now, is that okay? You’re safe with us.”

Silas’ hazel eyes lit up. “You’re taking me away?” But his joy seemed to last merely a second, his gaze turning to his feet. “But uncle will be mad. I’m supposed to be good. Am I being good?”

“Oh god.” Came Harry’s voice from behind him, fractured. He fell to his knees beside Draco, pulled Silas off the cot, held him by the shoulders. “We’re going to help you, okay? You — you’re coming with us. You don’t have to come back here if you don’t want to, you’re safe, you … I promise. I promise we will keep you safe.”

Silas hugged Harry.

Haunted green eyes met Draco’s over the boy’s shoulder, those eyes he loved more than anything, holding unshed tears that seemed to go unnoticed, the depth of a decades-old pain coming to the surface, fresh once again, renewed.

There were things Harry couldn’t speak about. Hadn’t, not even once.

Now, it was all there in his eyes. A question.

Draco saw two neglected children, clinging to each other by a cupboard under the stairs, and knew what he was being asked. He didn’t need to think about it for even a second when he nodded.

Harry closed his eyes, hugged Silas tighter. “You’re coming with us.”

Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt - "Adoption"

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

hello I am back with a request if that’s ok with you q w q ) for la squadra with scenario-hc’s with their s/o taking care of them ( can go nsfw if you’d like but for now sfw thoughts ) as much as I love them taking care of their s/o I love when the roles are switched. Can be injured or other— but the goal is to make them feel safe and loved for as much as possible, like my other ask tender emotional moments are my jam. If find the muse for it 💖 if not that’s completely ok too. Pls & thnk u 🥰

ALWAYS OKAY W/ ME I LOVE SEEING U IN MY ASKBOX!!!! it's tendie hours 😍

taking care of la squadra 😌

risotto ✂️

it isn't easy to get risotto to relax, he's a workaholic. sit on him and give him a Look that you're not moving and neither is he, and he'll be so charmed that he'll relent.

he's also more used to taking care of people than being taken care of, so it's a bit of an adjustment to sit on his ass for a few days until he's recovered from the worst of whatever injury/illness he's got, but he finds himself getting like, quietly kind of emotional about it. he hasn't allowed himself to be cared for in a long time and he expresses that to you, and how much he appreciates and loves you.

he finds he really enjoys the opportunity to relax, cause yeah he's under the weather but at least he can chill for a bit. and he'd very much love to chill with you if you have the time. quiet cuddles or existing comfortably in the same space will have him feeling very cozy, loved, and rested. kiss him on the forehead to remind him that he is soft and precious and he'll want to snuggle you all day with a little smile on his face.

prosciutto 🚬

also not used to being taken care of. he'll be grumpy and try to micromanage the house from his bed at first (and you probably banished him to bed because he wasn't getting any rest on the couch). he relaxes when he wants to!!!! remind him that he needs time to recover and he's only human, and you promise the house won't fall apart without him. not only is he soft for you but he trusts you completely, so he relaxes.

he might be a bit restless, but set him up with a book and he'll be good. you may even take on prosciutto-like mannerisms in his place, like shushing the others if they're being too noisy. if he overhears you insisting on peace and quiet so he can rest, he'll smile to himself.

what really gets him and lets him know he's loved is taking over what he usually does while he rests, like folding his laundry and putting it away in the order he likes. and if you initiate the classic forehead touch with a smile and tell him to chill so he can get better, he'll gladly lay around all day thinking of you.

pesci 🎣

he tries to power through it but no honey you need to rest. give him puppy eyes and say you really want him to relax and get better, and he'll do it for you. he will get SO better for his babe just u see!!!!

he's also kind of glad for the chance to have downtime tho, even tho he's typically eager to help and stuff. he just wishes he didn't feel like ass. cheer him up with lots of cuddles and quiet relaxing things u can do together and he'll feel loads better!!!

he may feel kind of bad at first like oh no he doesn't want to bother u. but reassure him that he is never a bother, u love him and love being with him and that doesn't change when he's under the weather. he will accept that and thank u wholeheartedly for taking care of him

formaggio 🧀

milks it for all its worth. OOOH BABE IM IN SO MUCH PAAAIN PLEASE HOLD MEEE 😩 if he's feeling like shit at least he's gonna get cuddles out of it

would love nothing more than to snuggle up and watch stupid movies with you all day. he may just cling to you if you try to get up and insists that someone else can fetch you both dinner/blankets/etc instead. you're his best medicine!!! his comfort!!!! do not seperate!!!!!

but he is a sucker for a home cooked meal. even if you go for a bit, if you come back with something u made urself, even if it's not the most amazing display of chef skills, he'll be falling all over himself with how much he loves you because you put love and effort into something to make him feel better

illuso ✨

one of the WORST when he gets sick or injured because he just complains and lays on the pity party even more than formaggio. everything sucks!!! woe is illuso!!!! he needs ur healing kisses!!!!!

he definitely goes into the mirror world to rest b/c he needs peace and quiet or he'll get cranky. but he will bring u ofc. not just to be pampered either he's just cozy and happy in ur company

lavishing him in attention aside, what will REALLY tug on his heart is taking initiative to take care of him, like asking first how he's feeling, bringing an extra blanket cause you know he likes to have a pile of them, offering to very gently brush his hair. just like, little genuine attentive things. it may get him blushing

melone 🍈

very practical about it, there's that whole thing of 'people with medical backgrounds are the worst patients for one reason or another' but he doesn't try to take shortcuts with the rest he knows he needs and he's very polite and patient with asking for/instructing on what he needs

he's great at finding ways to entertain himself so no worries in that regard. if he's worried about getting you sick he may actually discourage cuddles for once in his life but otherwise he'd love to snuggle up to his babe all day

he'd honestly just feel really comforted if you told him all about your day and shared cool things with him or the classic 'i saw this and thought of you' he'll be 😍

ghiaccio ❄️

EXTRA grumpy when he's uncomfortable or in pain and unable to work his energy out. he's very active, so his body (or you) making him sit on his ass when he doesn't want to will leave him very prickly even though logically he knows it's for the best.

he'll generally want his space but then have bouts of feeling very cuddly. picture him cocooned in blankets with only the top half of his face visible and his general grumpy glower relaxes as u massage his scalp like calming an angry cat.

he'll be very thankful for everything you do, including kissing his cheeks or leaving him to chill with some water and a book or shushing the others if they're being too rowdy. but he'll be extra super thankful and soft if you bundle him up and go for a walk with him around the block just to stretch his legs and get some fresh air cause you know how much he hates sitting around.

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

if one of them is under the weather, the house gets a brief respite from their antics cause you and the other one are there to entertain them and curb their restlessness. if they're both sick/injured, good fucking luck because their boredom will feed off each other and it will be a nightmare.

sorbet likes to chill but he always needs new surroundings. he'll want to stay on the couch to at least observe the house's regular chaos but if you (and maybe gelato) see that he's not getting enough rest you will have to literally drag him into your bedroom because 1) he's not letting go of his entertainment that easily 2) it's fun to watch you struggle. he is devising every way to cause problems on purpose without moving around too much

gelato HATES sitting still so he is slowly going insane and he will let you know it. get him a big stack of movies, let him have free reign of the tv, play cards with him etc if you know what's good for the whole house because otherwise he won't stay in bed or he'll do shit like scream for help just to see you rush in and then grin and be like oh nvm babe im fine :)

you thought they were a handful together regularly? HAH. when they're sick or injured together they enable each other even more than usual. you are the only one capable of placating them, enjoy being squished between your two extremely cuddly boyfriends.

cuddles and kisses and loving attention always make them feel better, a surefire way to get them to actually rest is by snuggling them. but even if you do go for a bit, what brightens them up is hearing about all the new happenings on base or this cute dog you saw or if you bring them new snacks every day or try making something different for dinner. like, not just to placate them, but cause you know they're bored and uncomfortable and you want to cheer them up, that's what gets them. and then they'll pull you down and hold you for the rest of the night.

[ptergwen]

4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

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to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

♡ 1.

you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.

[studykac]

March 4th 2022

- spent the last two days in bed recovering from a health flare up (nothing serious and not covid!) so I didn't really do much.

- Had a three hour seminar in our University's Printing Press which was really fun and informative - we set all the type, inked it and pressed it ourself, and we get our prints next week, which i'm super excited for!!

2. Do you consider yourself a workaholic? What times do you feel most productive?

I am definitely not a workaholic, I'd actually say that most of the time I'm rather unmotivated to work, which is why I'm taking part in this challenge to help keep me on track. I never feel most productive at a certain time of day, but I do feel more productive in certain spaces (I can't really study in my room anymore, but I study really well in a room on campus, etc.)

3. If you could make your own garden, how would you plan it out?

As an avid fan of the Chelsea Flower Show - genuinely - I've perhaps put too much thought into this. Some flowers I absolutely love are Lavendar, Lupins and Tulips, and I prefer a wildflower/ cottage garden style of outdoor space, with some cute metal benches. Here are some pictures to illustrate:

4. What's your usual café order?

I dislike coffee with a passion, so usually if I get a cup to-go, it's Hot Chocolate with a brownie of some kind (bonus points if they have Ruby Hot Chocolate I love those!!) If I sit in, and it's somewhere that do it, I do like a pot of tea - my local Japanese Tea House does a blend of Sencha that's quite savoury and goes really well paired with miso soup :)

🎧 Tiger Inside by SuperM

📖 Ace by Angela Chen

[goldengalore]

Workaholic

Summary: Y/N is a workaholic and Harry is worried about her overworking herself

Word count: 1.2k

Warning: smut

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He knocks on the door - three light taps - before entering, keeping his movements as quiet as possible. You would think he were trying to sneak up on a skittish creature in the wild without scaring it off, but no, he was just delivering a glass of water to his overworked girlfriend in her room. 

Y/N is hunched over her desk, eyes focused intently on the computer screen in front of her. She barely registers Harry's presence until he places a hand on her shoulder and puts the glass of water down in front of her. 

Smiling up at him, she says, "Thank you, baby."

"No problem," he responds. He stands behind her and loosely wraps his arms around her neck, resting his elbows on her shoulders. "How's that project coming along?" When he checked in on her a couple hours ago, she told him that she was nearly done.

"Oh, I finished it. I'm working on something else now."

"Already? You said you'd take a break after finishing that one."

"Nooo. I told you I can't take a break. There's too much to do."

He sighs. "Y/N..."

She tilts her head back to look up at him. "What?"

"You need to take a break."

This time, she sighs. "Harry, I can't. Not right now." 

They stare at each other for a few moments before she returns her attention to the screen. Harry stays standing behind her. He weaves one hand into her hair and runs his fingers down the length of it a few times. Then, pushing all her hair onto one shoulder, he leans down and presses his lips against the exposed part of her neck. She instinctively tilts her head to the side, giving him more room to pepper kisses all along the side of her neck.

"Is this your way of getting me to stop working so I'll get in bed with you instead?" she asks jokingly.

He pulls away and gasps dramatically, pretending to take offence. "What?! Of course not. Who do you think I am?"

"Oh, don't act so innocent."

Narrowing his eyes at her, he admits, "Alright, you might be partially correct-"

"Ha! I knew it!" She points an accusatory finger at him.

He grabs her finger and lowers it, grinning in amusement. "I said partially." Then, his expression grows serious. "Look, you've been working so hard lately. Staying up late every night, waking up early to get work done... Sometimes I feel like you'd forget to eat if I didn't remind you. I'm just worried you're going to burn yourself out if you keep going like this."

Y/N's heart swells at his genuine concern for her. And she knows he's right. The last time she became so deeply immersed in her work for weeks on end, it drove her to a mental breakdown, which took several days to recover from. Harry was incredibly patient and attentive to her needs while she was going through that, as he always is, and she knows for a fact that it would have taken her twice as long to bounce back to her normal self without him being there for her. 

After that incident, however, Harry learned to pick up on the little signs that indicated when Y/N was overworking herself. For example, she would develop an erratic sleep schedule or skip meals or look spaced out whenever she wasn't working, which he caught her doing earlier today. Lately, the signs were becoming more and more prominent, and he couldn't just sit by and watch her bleed herself dry. 

She looks from him to the screen now, visibly torn between continuing her work and taking a break. He starts slowly massaging her neck and shoulders, working out the tension in her tight muscles. She closes her eyes, melting under his touch. 

"C'mon. Just five minutes," he coaxes gently. "Let me help you relax."

Finally, she succumbs and rises from her chair, letting him guide her over to the bed. She lies down while he climbs on top of her. He dips his head to kiss her softly at first and then with more fervor, tongue gliding across her bottom lip until she parts her mouth for him. Soon, he's kissing down her jawline, her neck, and pulling up her shirt to pepper kisses all over the warm skin of her stomach. 

When he reaches the waistband of her sweatpants, he hooks his fingers under them and helps her slide them off her legs along with her underwear, leaving her lower half exposed. He spreads her legs apart and settles between them on his stomach. One arm wraps under her thigh to give him more room. She closes her eyes as he presses his lips against her inner thigh.

"Y/N, look at me," he says in his deep, velvety voice. 

Opening her eyes, she gazes down at him. 

"I don't want you to think about anything else right now, okay?"

She nods.

He kisses another spot slightly higher up on her thigh. "Forget about work. Forget about everything." Another kiss. Another inch closer to her pussy. "Just think about how good this feels."

He places his mouth on her clit, sucking on it briefly before flicking it with his tongue. He alternates between swirling his tongue around her clit, between her folds, and stroking it directly until she's moaning his name aloud.

When he pulls away for a moment, she whines and bucks her hips, desperate to have his mouth on her again. He presses his hand on her abdomen to pin her back down to the bed. Then, his tongue dives right into her pussy, lapping up the juices leaking out, savouring every bit of her taste and her scent. Y/N rests a hand on the back of his head and tangles her fingers into his curls. His tongue is soon replaced with two fingers that curl upwards into her wet pussy.

"Holy fuck," she whispers between ragged breaths. 

The simultaneous stimulation from his mouth on her clit and his fingers pumping in and out of her brings her closer and closer to the edge. 

"Harry-" An involuntary moan escapes her as he applies more pressure to her clit. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, baby girl."

That's all it takes to send her over the edge. Her head falls back against the pillow, her back arching, as the orgasm ripples through her entire body. Harry feels her thighs clenching around his head, her fingers tightening in his hair. Once she rides out her high, he voraciously licks her clean and then looks up at her. She's staring at him with a lazy grin on her face. Her chest rises and falls with slow, steady breaths. 

"See?" he says, shifting up on the bed to be next to her. "A five-minute break isn't so bad."

"Okay, but now I don't feel like going back to work. Just wanna lay here with you." She pouts.

A slow smile spreads across his face, revealing his dimples. "Hmm... I don't see a problem with that."

She rolls her eyes. "Of course you don't. Come here."

She spreads her arms wide, inviting him to snuggle against her, and they end up laying there for the rest of the night.

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[fandomtookoverlife]

Friday night

Pairing: Hotch x reader

Gn!reader (if I missed anything please lmk) 

summary: you are a part of the bau and dating Aaron Hotchner, after a long week you go to the bar with the “children” of the bau. 

Note: italics are readers thoughts 

Warning: drinking, mention of guns, swearing 

Words: 2200

Category: fluff

A/N: idk what this is 😂😂 a short little cute thing about a night with the team and being loved by Hotch, what more could anyone want 😂 I hope you enjoy 

Don’t mind the fact that I am horrible with names when I say this is the only name I could come up with I’m not joking, I couldn’t for the life of me even think of another name. 

Other blog: @mac99martin

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You looked over at the clock- 8:30. “Fucking shit.” 

Derek chuckled beside at his desk beside you, “you just realise the time sweetheart?” not even looking up from his report. 

You scoffed at his mocking tone, “whatever” bitterly you shot him a glare and stood up. ugh god, you haven’t stood up like 3 hours, internally whining you get up to get even more coffee.

“Oh! Hello, there my beauty!” the one and only, sunflower of a woman; Penelope Garcia, with a bright smile on her face despite being still being here at 8:30. She wrapped her arm around you into a tight side-hug as the two of you walked into the break room, smiling, because how could you not smile with someone like Penelope around. You rest your head on her shoulder letting yourself relax into her warm hug.

“Pennnny, why is there so much work?” you look up at her from your spot on her shoulder and give her your puppy dog face.

“Oh baby, I don’t know” she smooths down your hair, something you absolutely adore. Unsatisfied with her answer you sigh and fill your cup to the brim and take a very long sip. “Ooo! I know” you raise your eyebrows amused at her sudden outburst, “we are going drinking tonight!” 

You considered it a moment, it was Friday, you did just get back from a case yesterday, and you have been doing paperwork-all day… “Okay! I’m in!”

“Eeeeek! Okay, let’s go tell every else their Friday night plans!” 

You grab her hand and run out to the bullpen, yes your team was the only one left in the building-Again. No! No bad thoughts, only thoughts of drinking! “Alright, everyone!” you and Pen glance at each other smirking before turning back to the team whose attention you have now grabbed. “Penelope and I have decided what we are all doing tonight,” you say playfully but firmly.

“And what’s that sweetheart?” 

You direct your attention to Morgan as Rossi comes out of his office, “We are going drinking.”  

Derek smirks “Hell. Yes.” 

Penelope claps her hands and squeals  “Yes! Okay who else is in?” excitedly you both look around the room. 

“Well, I sure as hell am.” 

“Yay! Okay, we got Derek, Emily, who else, JJ?”

She considered it for a second while you started at her with an eyebrow cocked. “Okay okay, I’ll come.” 

Doing a 180 looking above the bullpen at Rossi, “how about you? And before you answer just know, there are no adults allowed.”

“Ya only stressed out sexy workaholic FBI agents that are going to act like teenagers all night”

Laughing you look back at Rossi, “Sorry kiddos, not tonight.”

“What? You’re seriously not coming?” Penny said in the saddest voice 

“Dave, come on, I was just kidding, pleassse.” you give another puppy face. 

“Sorry Bella, not tonight” sending you a smile before going back to his office.

Shaking it off you look at Spencer who is the last to answer in the vicinity, “and you?”

“Umm….I-” he looks like he’s about to say no when Derek claps his shoulder,

“Pretty boy’s in!” 

Spencer looked around at the team, “um, okay I guess I’ll come.”

“Okay everyone finish your last report and then we gettin our party on!”

“Alright, will do babygirl.”

Everyone turned back to their work while you climbed the stairs, knocking on the door and opening it, “Hey!” Aaron smiled at you and stood up as you closed the door behind you, and with the blinds already closed you put your arms around your boyfriend’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss, 

“hmmm” comes from both of you as you pull apart smiling. The team definitely knew about your relationship with your boss to some degree but the two of you hadn’t slipped up so no one has caught you-yet. Some of the team, more confrontational than others will give you looks, snide comments, but they don’t know anything. And you guys aren’t keeping it from the team, you’re just, riding the wave while it lasts. “So did you hear the plan?” playing with his hair at the base of his head. 

“Plan?” 

“mhmm, we’re all going for drinks,- minus Rossi.” he gave you a pointed look at that last part. 

“Is that why I heard Emily yell something about ‘sexy workaholic FBI agents’” 

You drop your head on his shoulder, shake your head and laugh, “Um...yes?” 

“Ya, I think I’ll pass.”

“Babe, come on, it’ll be fuunnnn.” 

“Mhmm, no”  

You went on your tippy-toes, moving closer and closer to his lips, whispering, “pretty please” 

He closed the gap between your lips softly, but deeply “no.” 

You dropped down and gave him a slight glare, which he smiled at. He kissed you again and went back to his desk, “if you’re not coming, you’re definitely not staying here all night.”

Sitting down at his desk, “I’m not, I’m simply waiting on the last of the reports, if a certain agent would hurry up and finish hers…” 

“Alright alright, I’m going,” walking over to his chair, “seriously don’t stay too late alright?” 

“Alright.” kissing him one last time, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” smiling before making your way to the door, 

“Hey,” you turn towards him at the loving sound of his voice, “be safe?” 

“I will. I love you”

“I love you too” 

-

You return to your desk hoping you can finish your last report quickly and get out of here, “Hey, sweetheart,” 

“Yes Morgan?” replying sightly animated.

“Anything fun happen in there?” 

“No.” you glare, “I asked him if he was coming; he’s not.”

“Mhmm, sure.” turning back to his work and you do the same. 

-

“We got shots!” 

“Hell ya!” 

“Gimme gimme gimmie!” 

“Patience babygirl” 

“No.” penny grabs a shot and take it while the rest of you laugh, “woo!” 

“Alright our turn!” 

You all let loose enjoying some fun and each other’s company. Your look at the people around you, yesterday you had guns and people’s lives in your hands, right now, you were all smiling, enjoying yourselves and life to the fullest, you couldn’t ask for better people to do it with. 

-

It’s so loud in the bar and you’re all laughing so much you barely hear your phone ring, seeing it’s Aaron calling you is a little worrying, “Sorry, I’ll be back in a sec.” everyone looked around suspiciously but didn’t say anything. “Aaron?” walking outside,

“Hi Y/N!” 

A little taken back, especially with the alcohol in your system, “Jack?” 

“Hiiiiiii Y/NNNNNN” 

“What are you still doing up mister?” 

“Well daddy said since it’s Friday I can stay up so we watched a movie”

“Oh ya what movie did you watch?” 

“Well first we watched frozen and then we watched spiderman!” 

You laughed, you’ve watched each of those movies with him at least three times yourself, “that sounds fun, did you have popcorn?” 

“YA!” 

Oh my god isn’t he just the cutest fucking thing? you think your heart actually melts at his cuteness “So where’s your dad now?” remembering he’s calling from his dad’s phone, 

“Ummmmmmm….” 

“Jack?” 

Jack whispering, as if he wasn’t just yelling a few seconds ago, “he said its bedtime,” even quieter, “so I’m hiding”

You cover your mouth with your hand trying your very best not to laugh, composing your self, “well Jack that’s not very good of you” 

“Ya… but I don’t wanna go to bed” 

At that, you let a little laugh, “I know buddy… but what made you took your dad’s phone?” 

“I wanted to call you” 

You paused you were a little taken back, “and why is that?” 

“I don’t know, I like you, and my daddy likes you too!” 

That makes you smile, “well, I’m glad you both like me-” you were cut off by a gasp from Jack “Jack, you okay?” 

He whispered into the phone, “he found me.” and yet again having to put your hand over your mouth to stop from laughing, “I have to go” in a very rushed voice, “I love you.”

Your mind went blank for a split second, he had never actually said that to you, “I love you too” 

“Jack who are you-”

“Goodnight-” and the line cut off

Sitting down, your minds a little fuzzy and it’s not from the alcohol. A minute or two later your phone starts ringing again, “hey Aar,” you said, still smiling, you also expected this call. 

“Hey baby, sorry about that, um, what exactly was that?” 

You both laugh a little, “well apparently daddy was making him go to bed, so naturally he stole your phone, hid and called me.” 

“Naturally, sorry about that I know you’re out.”

“Oh don’t be he’s cute... he said he loved me”

“I know”

“I like that”

“Me too”

You both sat there smiling for a few seconds, what did you do to get such a perfect life? “alright I got to go, have fun, be safe, call me when you get home?”

“I will, love you.”

“Love you” 

-

“Hey sorry” you came back to the table smiling, which everyone was suspicious of but oh well, what are you going to do, I came here for a good time and I’m going to have one! 

“Who was that?” 

“Oh no one, what are we talking about?” picking up your drink.

“Actually we were just talking about how 27% of women in the US have slept with their boss.” immediately you choked on your drink and quickly trying to recover, but the damage was done

God fucking damn it Reid! Seriously you just had to throw me under the bus like that? 

You shot him a nasty glare, “ that was not what you were talking about.” 

“Nope, you’re right it wasn’t.”

That bastard is smiling 

Everyone is killing themselves, and you? You just down your drink, “Anyone want another?” 

Leaning against the bar you shake your head, out of all the people I did not expect REID to call me out. 

“Hey, sweet thang” you drop your head, 

“Derek.” you acknowledge him

“I gotta say I’m surprised, I really am, I didn’t expect Reid to be the one to call you out.”

You laugh, “Ya, Neither Did I.”  

“Soooo, you admit it?” Derek said, very amused 

“I have said nothing.” 

“Come onnnn, say it.”

“We should really get back to the table,” already halfway there.

“Oh come it’s not going to be better over there!” he’s not wrong 

“Y/N!”

“Oh, my sweet Penelope how are you?”

“NoNoNo you’re not getting out of this!” grabbing your arm

“Pen that’s my arm!”

“Y/N you have to tell us!”

“Emily’s right”

“Come on JJ you too, can’t someone be on my side.” 

“Absolutely not!”

“Soooo how long have you been together?”

Shit you look at the people around you, there’s no way out of this, “fine!” a stream of yeses and shrieks courtesy of Penny, “we’ve-” SHIT “we’ve been together, 6 months”

“6 months!”

“No fucking way!”

“Oh my god! How couldn’t have you told us!”

“Were you just on the phone with him?”

“Do you guys sneak into each other’s hotel rooms?”

You were doing so much drinking tonight. 

-

Somehow you made it home safely, but you were pretty drunk, I mean what did you expect 

When you woke up you saw 3 missed calls from Aaron and 3 text messages, ya you were a little drunk last night. After you’ve been awake for a whole 45 seconds you call Aaron, “Hey! Are you okay? you never called me back last night”

“Ugh” 

“Baby?”

“Shhhhhhh” 

“Alright I get it, I’ll be at your place in 30, with coffee” 

“Yessssss”  

-

And a half an hour later he showed up, with coffee as promised, using the key you gave him to let himself in, as you were not getting out of bed. “Hey,” in a hushed tone. 

“Hi” you smiled at him, you were still a little sleepy and probably hungover, he put the drinks on the table and you pulled him into your bed, he chuckled but laid down and you put your head on his chest, “mhmm” he’s so warm 

“Tired?” 

“Ya” 

“How late did you stay out?”

“I don’t know”

“You don’t know?”

You shock your head into his chest “uh-uh.” you laid there comfortably for a few minutes, you immensely enjoying the warmth and happiness that your boyfriend brings you, “soooo I got cornered last night”

“Cornered?” 

“Mhmm, about us, after our call I went back to the table and they called me out.”

“Oh really?” he was chuckling not only that it had happened but in the cute, sleepy manner of which you mentioned it, “actually, I didn’t think they would, figured they were just waiting for us to slip.”

You scoffed, “ya so did I. you’ll never guess who called me on it tho.”

“Oh?”

“Reid.”

“Seriously,” see it’s not just me that didn’t expect it to be Reid of all people, “I mean I thought Morgan or Prentiss but Reid?”

“Ya, I got caught a little off guard.” Aaron laughed “Hey!” you swatted his arm “don’t laugh! It’s not funny!” 

“Never.” he kissed the top of your head and started playing with your hair, you spent the next few hours lying, sitting, drinking, talking, the perfect morning, after a perfect night, with the perfect man, and the best friends anyone could ask for.

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@spencers-renaissance

[werewolfdays]

🍏, 🐟, and 🔮 for whoever you feel like writing bout!

🍏 When your OC says “I had a bad day” what does that tend to mean? Is it really as bad as they’re saying or are they being a bit dramatic?

This feels like a Skye question cause she does tend to be a bit dramatic at times. She’s the kind of person that’s like “I stubbed my toe and spilled coffee on my favorite shirt, this is the worst day of my life. Please don’t bother me while I have Me Time to recover” *sunbathes by the lake with a cocktail* That being said, she absolutely have genuinely bad days, but she doesn’t mention it when she does. People tend to figure it out because she’ll be quieter than usual.

🐟 What was your OC like as a baby? What were they like as a child? A teenager? An adult? How do you think they’ll develop ten years into their future? Twenty years? Will they live to old age?

Jayde was a pretty chill baby and a mostly quiet toddler, especially before Skye was born. She spent a lot of her early childhood exploring her family’s ranch on her own and pretending to be a wolf since purebreds can’t shift until they hit puberty. *insert that video of the dude being like “on all levels except physical, I am a wolf”* She was excited about the promise of shapeshifting for sure, especially when her dad would play with her as a wolf.

Teenager Jayde was a bit too arrogant with her status. She felt superior to humans in a lot of ways and even superior to people that weren’t born werewolves like she was. She became confrontational and started to lean more towards initiating physical fights with people that irritated her the most *cough*Garret*cough* I wouldn’t say she was out of control, but she had a hard time knowing when to let things go before her dad died.

Adult Jayde is a lot more disciplined and reliable. She knows how to survive. It’s made her paranoid and quick to violence, sure, but she knows when and how to utilize that. It’s definitely harder to gain her trust and respect, but she’s extremely loyal and dedicated to her loved ones because she knows what it’s like to lose people.

I think future Jayde will gradually become more trusting and less paranoid the longer her and her pack survive and the less threats there are. She’s too stubborn to die any time soon, so expect her to have a very long life.

🔮What does your OC think is their best trait. What is actually their best trait? What about their flaws? Are they one to admit these flaws or do they like to pretend they’re perfect?

Nadya thought that overworking herself was an admirable trait. It was one of the few things her father ever praised her for and it certainly kept her demons at bay, so she really cling to the workaholic mentality even though it was detrimental to her social life and mental state. It took a long time for Nadya to admit that maybe trying to do everything all at once was probably not good for her.

I’d say her best trait is her compassion. Nadya is so understanding, even with people in situations that she can barely fathom. She might not always understand the circumstances, but she always understands the person and that really strengthens a lot of her connections and makes her really emotionally mature. A bad side effect of this is that she can sometimes be too quick to trust, which she will admit when that backfires, but doesn’t want to let go of the empathy she has for others.