#I’m just rambling again because I can’t stop

[brattyspence]

virginia is for lovers | s.reid

summary: model!reader accidentally exposes their relationship through a soft launch instagram post

tags: model!reader x spencer, penelope included <3, smau

a/n: this is kinda short n pointless but i wanted a reason to write reader tweeting abt spencer and its been in my drafts for weeks so

word count: 1.1k

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Spencer had worked hard to keep you a secret. 

Not because he wasn’t thrilled to be in your life, because he really, really was. Historically, things had a tendency to go south as soon as word got out, especially when it came to his personal life. 

You had met in a bookstore. It was a short interaction; you were busy debating which translation of The Stranger was most appropriate to read. You must have been standing in the aisle of the bookstore a little too long, holding two copies side by side, when he had offered his two cents on the matter.

Typically, you weren’t one to entertain conversation in public. Nine times out of ten, you’d get one word in before the inevitable “Please can I take a picture? I love your blog so much!”, but this was different. You weren’t even sure he had even seen your face before he started talking to you. He wasn’t initially trying to hit on you, either. He was genuinely excited that someone was willing to listen to him ramble about the differences between the Ward and Guilbert translations, so when you responded in such a way that asked him to continue on, he was surprised. 

That day, you’d left the store with four more books than intended, and a single bookmark where he had written his phone number after you asked for it.  He had asked you for your name; a confirmation that he actually had no idea who you were. 

The rest was history. You saw him whenever possible, spent nights on the phone together, and flew across the country often just to see him. You loved having a relationship that didn’t need to be public, but you were also excited to share bits of it with the world.

It was late at night, and he was sitting at his desk in the bullpen, trying to finish the last of the paperwork he’d been assigned, when he heard commotion from Penelope’s office. He figured it was nothing new; probably just some news about the royal family or one of the real housewives again, but she’d thrown her door open in such a way that it garnered attention from everyone in the office.

“Spencer Reid,” She gripped her phone and rushed across the room with determination. “Do you have something you want to share with me?”

He looked up from his paperwork, furrowing his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“Why are you on my Instagram feed?” She placed her phone on his desk in front of him. 

“I’m not on instagram,” he replied. 

“Oh, but you are,” she said. “You are such a little liar. I can’t wait to tell Derek about this.”

She pushed his paperwork aside, plopping her phone down in front of him. It was a slideshow on instagram. A photo of the most recent bouquet he bought for you. A few from the museum you’d visited together, including several where his hands or shoes were visible, but nothing that really pointed to him. He could almost make the argument Penelope was mistaken, until the last photo, which included just enough of his apartment to confirm her questioning.

“You said you were seeing someone and I thought… someone from a chess tournament, or maybe… oh, I don't know. Literally anyone else? But you bagged a model?” 

“I-” he sighed. “How did you find her?”

“I didn’t find her, Spencer. I’ve followed her for years! I see her posts all the time. I can’t believe you.”

He scrolled down.

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@yourusername: virginia is for lovers :)                                              posted 12 hours ago

↪ @randomuser1: GIRL STOP TEASING WHO IS HE

↪ @randomuser3: i’ve been trying to figure it out since that tweet last month 😞

↪ @randomuser2: this is the sweetest soft launch i’ve ever seen <3

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He clicked onto your profile. 

@yourusername 

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“You’ve got to see her Twitter, lover boy. She’s been gushing about you.”

“Oh, god,” he groans. So much for privacy. He lets her take the phone back, redirecting his attention to your Twitter page. She scrolls back to June before handing it over, letting him read in chronological order.

June 10

@yourusername: hot girl summer is officially over. just asked a man for HIS number.

June 25

@yourusername: is it offensive to men if you call them pretty? bc this man is rlly pretty 

@yourusername: update: apparently it is not :)

July 30:

@yourusername: good morning text + picture of a dog that he claims reminded him of me???? gonna ask for his hand in marriage

August 15

@yourusername: up til 2 bc hes explaining quantum mechanics to me 🧚🏻

@yourusername: embarrassed to say that form of dirty talk worked on me 

August 20

@yourusername: oh btw im a girlfriend now!

↪@yourfan1: look u long enough wtf girl

↪@yourusername: dw im locking him down 🫡

↪@yourfan2: thats OUR man now 💘

“Oh, wow.”

She takes the phone back. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? Or me? Oh, this is great news. You’re bringing her to Rossi’s next, week, right?”

“I- Pen, I have no idea.” He laughs. He watches her type away on the device aggressively. “Are you texting everyone?”

“Yuh-huh. I need to call JJ, like… yesterday. And this isn't the end of this conversation!” She darted back into her office quickly, letting the door fall shut behind her.

He decided his remaining paperwork could wait. He packed his things up in a hurry, and decided to head out of the office, dialing your number on the way out. 

You picked up on the first ring. 

“Hey,” you started. “How was work? Are you heading out?”

“Yeah,” He started. He pushed through the glass doors of the office, staring towards the stairwell. “It was… busy. I just had a really interesting conversation with my coworker.”

“Mhm…” You had been lounging in your hotel room waiting for his call. “About..?”

“You, actually.” He replied. “She follows you on instagram. Apparently most of the office does. She showed me your post today.”

“Oh,” you replied. “Oh god, Spence. I’m sorry. I didn’t think… anyone would be able to tell who you were.”

He laughs. “Yeah, well… I work with some… characters. It’s totally fine, though.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, anxiously.

“Yeah. It was cute,” he replied, smiling to himself as he exited the building. “Tasteful.”

“That's what I wanted,” You reply.

“I thought Twitter was much more interesting, though.”

You froze, cringing. “Oh, god. Tell me you didn't read all of it.

He chuckles. “I skimmed it.”

You groan. 

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎 ꕥ FRANCO COLAPINTO

summary. a quick detour proves that you can still be best friends while dating.

warnings. nothing just pure fluff. franco & reader are down bad for each other.

gabri speaks! obsessed with how he’s the people’s princess of argentina. based off vivo by gustavo cerati. kind of short sorry.

SODASTEREO PLAYED FAINTLY in the background as the vibrant city of Buenos Aires faded behind you. You were only fifteen minutes into the forty minute drive to Franco’s hometown and he was already bored out of his mind. He had scrolled endlessly through instagram, twitter, tiktok, and even dabbled into netflix hoping something would catch his attention but nada. Then as he puts his phone down and notices you leaning against the window he suddenly remembers his girlfriend. The two of you were a relatively new couple and somehow he still hadn’t figured out the logistics of it.

“Che, how was your week?” He breaks the comfortable silence preferring your voice fill up the car.

“Franco we literally spent the whole week at yours watching all the Fast & Furious movies.” You remind him.

“Oh, yes! The part where they went to space?” He uses his hands to describe his feelings. “Cine.”

You can’t help but laugh at his mannerism as he describes his favorite scene of all the franchise. The sun shines brightly on his side and his brunette hair literally glows as he speaks. His brown eyes bore into yours as he proceeds to tell you about a show on his watchlist he wants to start with you when the season ends. You’re too lost in his features you don’t notice when he stops talking and waits for you to answer him. Not until he starts snapping his fingers in your face dramatically.

“Can I?” He asks shyly.

“Can you what?”

He looks away briefly for a moment, his cheeks turning a light hue of red, trying to gain the courage to ask you again. Because of course to his luck you didn’t hear him the first time. His hand instinctively goes to the back of his head scratching his neck as he opens up his mouth again.

“Can I lay in your lap?” And if you hadn’t paid attention then you wouldn’t have heard him from how silently he spoke.

“Franco we’re dating now. You don’t really have to ask anymore.” You send him a warm smile.

“It’s just we were friends before this for a long time and I’m still getting used to it. I wasn’t sure if I was overstepping.” He rambles on. “I’m just tired.”

“It’s fine. Come here.” You speak softly.

You shuffle your things to make space for him and soon enough his head is in your lap and your fingers are tracing his face. You’d spend enough time with him to know he was a fast sleeper so in a matter of minutes he was already lightly snoring under you. His curls are soft under your fingers but you’re careful to not give him knots. Franco was very sensitive about his hair and hated having to comb it all out. As Gustavo Cerati’s voice filled the car with Franco in your lap you wondered how you got so lucky.

The car came to a heavy halt and your eyes jolted open. You hadn’t even realized that you’d fallen asleep as well. Meanwhile, the brunette remained asleep. You figured the past few weeks had really tired him out. You recall the phone calls in the middle of the night in which he explained to you, excitedly, how williams was treating him. They were very lighthearted calls at first that gradually turned into calls where you had to remind him that they chose him for a reason. He was still your friend at the time but it was then when he realized he needed you. When you unexpectedly flew out to Mexico that was when he sealed the deal. He couldn’t let you go after that.

“Shh… Franco. Wake up.” You try to talk to him awake but he remains still.

“Franco!” This time you push him off jolting him awake.

“Ay!” He rubs his eyes awake as you brush your hair down hoping your little nap didn’t ruin it. “Oh, we’re here!”

You can barely make the view out of the car but you notice the small city center. There’s various shops, restaurants, and even a little park at the end. Your phone indicated that there was still twenty minutes left to his hometown so you were confused as to where you were right now. Franco opens the door for you and you patiently stand outside the car while he talks to the driver. You look around staring in awe at the architecture of the town you were in.

“Franco where are we?”

“Just a small detour.” He grabs your hand in his. “Come, I really wanted to show you around.”

He quickly puts his sunglasses on as if to hide his identity while he drags you around. You stop briefly at the market where he buys you a bracelet identical to his. He says that it will bring you luck and protection and warns you to never lose it or break it. Then he takes you to the corner store and encourages you to look around for some snacks. Something light he says as his mom is waiting for the two of you with dinner. You decide on an ice cream bar. One for him and one for you. The two of you thank the cashier before he takes you to the last stop on his itinerary.

The park at the end of the road was vibrant with the huge green football field adorning half of it. There was a small group of kids playing football on it and you watched in awe as they chased after the ball. All of them were wearing the same uniform meaning they’d ran straight to the park after school. Franco drags you to the wooden swing set under the only tree in the park.

“Whenever we went to the capital my mom would stop here and let me and my sister play for a little before we headed back. I just thought that it was finally time for me to share it with you.” He rocks back and forth. “So, it can be our place now.”

“Our place? That sounds…” You try and match his pace on the swings. “Nice.”

The two of you swing in comfortable silence admiring the nice weather before a ball lands comfortably in front of Franco. The two of you lift your heads up wondering where the ball came from. Faintly you spot the little boy running towards you as fast as his little feet could take him. His classmates stay back watching attentively.

“Me das la pelota?” He extends his little arms out. “Por favor.” (can you give me the ball, please?)

“Me encanta tu remera! Vos vas a ser futbolista profesional, no?” Franco makes small talk with him. (I like your shirt! You’re gonna be a professional football player right?)

“Si! Le voy a dar a Argentina la cuarta!” He yells excitedly. (Yes! I’m going to give Argentina their fourth title!)

“Dale!” Franco finally picks up the ball and places it in the little boys hands. “Ahí me invitas a la final, eh?” (Good! Invite me to the final, eh?)

“Si!” The boy nods his head enthusiastically. He’s about to say something else when his classmates yell at him to hurry up. He waves goodbye quickly and he’s on his way.

“Wanna bet four lucas he’ll end up on Argentina’s roster in ten years?” He jokes. ($4.000 in argentine pesos)

You don’t even pay attention to his joke because the interaction between Franco and the little boy had you gushing. Before you know it your hands are on his neck and you’re pulling him down for a quick kiss.

“What was that for?” He smiles down at you.

“I like you.” You mumble as he leans against you.

“I like you more.” He whispers against your ear.

[knottedhearts]

Argument: M.S

Summary: You and Matt are arguing because he's being awfully loud, and you're on your period.

The evening had started off fine. You’d both been sitting in the living room, enjoying a quiet night in. But that peace quickly shattered as Matt’s loud voice carried through the room like a sledgehammer. He’d been talking non-stop about some random topic, laughing at his own jokes and rambling without noticing how overwhelming it was. You were curled up on the couch, trying to get comfortable despite the aching cramps that came with your period. You wanted nothing more than to curl up and zone out to a movie or even just close your eyes for a few minutes of silence.

But Matt’s energy was impossible to ignore. His laughter echoed off the walls, and his voice cut through the air with each sentence. It didn’t matter how much you tried to focus on the TV screen or ignore the noise—it felt like his presence was all-consuming, drowning you in sound.

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, your lower back aching, your abdomen throbbing. Every movement made the cramps feel worse, and the constant noise made it harder to focus on anything but the pain.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You turned to him, your voice tight with frustration. "Matt, can you keep it down?"

Matt didn’t seem to hear you at first, his energy undeterred by your quiet request. He was too caught up in his own story, too wrapped up in whatever had him so animated. "No, seriously, man, I’m telling you," he laughed loudly, his voice rising as he explained some ridiculous anecdote.

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your cool. "Matt," you said again, this time louder, but with an edge to it. "I’m not feeling good. I’m on my period, and I have cramps. Can you just… lower your voice a little?"

Matt paused mid-sentence, finally catching your tone, but he didn’t seem to understand the seriousness of it. He shrugged, not noticing how you were holding your stomach, trying to soothe the pain. "What’s the big deal? I’m just talking."

You stared at him, the irritation bubbling up like a volcano. "The big deal, Matt, is that I’m literally cramping in pain, and you’re yelling like you’re hosting a damn podcast! Can you show a little consideration?"

He frowned, clearly taken aback. "It’s not like I’m yelling at you. I’m just talking loud because that’s how I talk, alright? You’re the one overreacting."

You could feel the frustration rising, the way the tension in your body was making everything worse. It was hard enough dealing with your physical pain, but now Matt was being dismissive of your need for quiet.

"Overreacting?" you scoffed, shaking your head. "Matt, I’m literally sitting here in pain, trying to get through this, and all you can do is talk at full volume like it’s a damn comedy show. It’s not about how you talk—it's about you being completely unaware of how you're affecting everyone else in the room!"

Matt’s expression turned defensive, his eyes narrowing. "You seriously want me to apologize for how I talk?" His tone was rising now, getting sharp. "I’m not gonna start whispering just because you’re uncomfortable. That’s not my fault."

You felt your jaw tighten, your hands balling into fists. "It’s not about whispering, Matt! It’s about being mindful of the people around you! You never think about how your loud, obnoxious voice affects others. It’s like you don’t even care!"

Matt didn’t back down. "I care! I’m not trying to piss you off. I’m just being me, alright?"

"Being you?" You could feel your patience snapping, the frustration boiling over. "Being you isn’t the problem, Matt. The problem is that you can’t be bothered to understand that people need quiet sometimes, and right now, I need some damn quiet!"

The words hit him harder than you expected. He took a step back, his eyes flashing with irritation. "You think I don’t understand? You think I don’t know you’re having a rough time? But that doesn’t mean I have to change everything about me just to suit you!"

You stood up then, pacing for a moment, the cramps flaring up as you moved, but the anger took over. "I’m not asking you to change yourself, Matt, I’m asking you to be aware of other people’s needs for once. Is that too much to ask?"

"Yeah, it’s too much!" Matt shot back, his voice louder than ever. "I’m not gonna sit here and apologize for talking! Just because you’re dealing with something doesn’t mean I have to tiptoe around you like you’re fragile!"

You felt the tension in the room growing thicker, your chest tightening with frustration. "I’m not fragile, Matt," you said, your voice wavering with a mix of anger and exhaustion. "I just need some goddamn peace. Can you give me that?"

But Matt wasn’t backing down. His voice was cold now, defensive, as though he couldn’t understand why this was such a big deal. "You think I’m just gonna stop being myself because you’re having a bad day? That’s not how it works."

The words felt like a slap, and you finally snapped. "You know what, Matt? Maybe you should just leave me the hell alone!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the weight of the argument crashing down on you.

Matt’s face reddened with anger, his hands clenched into fists. "Fine! You want me to leave you alone? Maybe you should just deal with it yourself, then!"

His words stung, and before you could even react, you spun on your heel and started walking away. "Where are you going?" Matt called after you, but you didn’t stop, walking straight toward the door.

You grabbed your jacket, throwing it on as you walked out of the room, trying to push away the wave of frustration that threatened to overwhelm you. "I need space," you muttered under your breath. You didn’t even know where you were going at first, just wanting to escape, to get away from the noise and the tension.

"Wait," Matt said, his voice softer now, but you didn’t turn around. "I didn’t mean it like that," he called after you, but you kept walking, your heart pounding in your chest.

You didn’t want to hear apologies right then, not after everything that had been said. You just needed a moment alone, away from the noise, away from the confrontation. You didn’t know when or how the two of you would work through this, but right now, all you could focus on was finding some peace.

You didn't know how long you'd need, but you were sure of one thing—until Matt could truly understand the importance of being considerate, the fighting, the noise, and the misunderstandings weren’t going to stop.

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Fifteen

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Dates and Judo

Summary: Saiki and (Y/N) get interrupted on a date, and (Y/N) surprises everyone in gym class.

            “Thanks, Mera,” said (Y/N), smiling as Mera as she set down a plate of coffee jellies on front of (Y/N) and Saiki.

            “No problem!” said Mera. “Anything for my regulars.” She cast a longing look at their sweets, smiled, and walked away.

            “She wanted to eat them,” said Saiki.

            “Don’t need telepathy to know that,” chuckled (Y/N), taking a bite of their sweet. They sighed happily. “Delicious.”

            Saiki nodded in fervent agreement as he took a bite himself.

            “Oh my god, you guys are so cute when you’re enjoying sweets!”

            Saiki and (Y/N)’s heads jerked towards the edge of their book. Miko stood with a grin on her face and her camera up, taking pictures of their smiles as they ate.

            “Adorable!” she said, sliding into the booth beside (Y/N).

            “Stop stalking us,” said Saiki.

            “Hi, Miko,” said (Y/N).

            “I knew you two’d be here,” said Miko happily, waving down a waiter to make her own order. “Sorry!” She winked (and didn’t look sorry at all). “I looked into the future!”

            “This is the problem with psychics,” said Saiki, looking deadpan at (Y/N).

            They just laughed and shook their head as Miko beamed and dug into her snack. Fortunately, this wasn’t a super formal date, so they weren’t upset at Miko showing up. Honestly, Café Mami was not an unknown spot amongst their friends and students at PK Academy, so they weren’t surprised at seeing someone.

            “I can never catch you two at school,” rambled Miko. “You’re way better than me, and then you steal (Y/N) away!”

            “They’re my partner,” said Saiki. “And I told you to leave us alone.”

            “Isn’t it obvious why I’m here?” said Miko. She tapped her forehead.

            Saiki almost rolled his eyes. I love you two. Adorable. Adore you! Love love love. She still has a crush on us? Yare yare.

            “I can’t read you,” lied Saiki. “We’re leaving.”

            “Hey! Don’t ruin the fun,” pouted Miko.

            “I can spare another ten minutes before I get some homework done,” offered (Y/N) kindly.

            Saiki’s eye twitched as he watched them be so kind to an annoyance and as he heard another annoyance approach.

            “Saiki, are you on a date?!” shouted Toristuka, running into Café Mami and towards Saiki’s booth. He looked between Miko and (Y/N). “With two people?!”

            “No,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “You’re an idiot,” said Saiki.

            “Hey, you’re the new hot girl!” said Toritsuka.

            “You’re the sleazeball,” said Miko distastefully. “What’s a loser like you want with my darlings?”

            “Darlings?!” cried Toritsuka. “For real, Saiki, (L/N)?!”

            “Be quiet,” said Saiki.

            “No, Toritsuka,” said (Y/N).

            “Won’t she find out about your—”

            “Won’t he find out about your—”

            Saiki’s telekinesis shoved napkins in their mouths before they could say the word “powers.”

            “Shut up,” said Saiki.

            “You two both know,” chirped (Y/N), eating their coffee jelly again.

            “What?!” cried Toritsuka and Miko.

            “Why does he know?!” said Miko.

            “You told her about your powers?!” said Toritsuka.

            “Quiet down,” said Saiki. “You both have powers. It was better to tell you than have you suspecting me.”

            “And I know because I accidentally saw him teleporting a hotel,” said (Y/N), smiling fondly at the memory.

            “Wait, you have powers, too?” Toritsuka stared at Miko.

            “No way he does, he looks like an ordinary person,” said Miko, putting her hands on her hips.

            “I’m a spirit medium,” said Toritsuka proudly. “I can prove it.” He looked to his side. “Hey.”

            “Who are you talking to?” said Miko, frowning.

            “A rose pink thong,” said Toritsuka.

            Miko’s eyes widened, and her cheeks turned red. “What?!”

            “That’s the panties you’re wearing now,” said Toritsuka. “I had a ghost check. Was I right? I should che—”

            Wham!

            Miko kicked him, and Toritsuka went down in an instant. Obviously, he’d been right, but he’d gotten the consequences of his actions.

            “Nice kick,” said (Y/N), smiling. They leaned out of their booth to look at Toritsuka. “Quit being a pervert.”

            Toritsuka groaned. “It was so fast.”

            “You can get the ghosts to tell you that now?” said Saiki, looking at Toritsuka.

            “Unlike before, I have some bargaining chips now,” said Toritsuka, standing. “In exchange for obeying my commands—” He jerked, and a weird expression appeared on his face.

            “Yes! A real body!” cheered the ghost possessing him.

            “This again?” said (Y/N). They remembered how badly it went last time.

            “Gravity! This is awesome!” The ghost jumped around happily. “I can’t wait to—”

            Toritsuka doubled over before straightening. He had his body back. “See, Saiki? They tell me her underwear, and I let them borrow my body.”

            “Ew.” (Y/N) got straight to the point.

            “Go anyone near (Y/N) and I, and I end you,” said Saiki.

            “That guy is totally deranged. You should cut ties with him,” said Miko.

            “That’s true,” said Saiki.

            “This is my power! Now it’s your turn, hot babe!” said Toritsuka.

            “I’m a fortune-teller!” said Miko proudly, holding up her crystal ball decorated with gems. “I can see both the past and the future!”

            “I bet your predictions are pretty vague,” jeered Toritsuka. “But if you can predict lottery numbers, I’ll be impressed.”

            “Yes, I can do that,” said Miko.

            “I see,” said Toritsuka. “Teach me!” He bowed before Miko.

            Selfish.

            “Never,” declared Miko. “And anyway, winning the lottery comes with a huge risk. See, people’s luck comes in waves. There’s major good luck, and there’s major bad luck. They balance each other out, basically. So winning the lottery could kill you.”

            “If luck comes in waves, why am I always having bad luck?” grumbled Saiki. He looked at (Y/N) as they watched Miko and Toritsuka in amusement. They had their coffee jelly and a big smile on their face. I guess I did have good luck there.

            “I take back my begging,” said Toritsuka, deflating.

            “What?” Miko scoffed. “I can read everything about other people! It’s way better than your power.”

            Toritsuka narrowed his eyes. “Looks like we need to make things clear. Let’s see which of the PK Psychic Trio is the weakest.”

            “I never joined that trio,” said Saiki.

            “You’re going to be sorry,” said Miko.

            “Let’s see who’ll be Saiki’s sidekick!” declared Toritsuka.

            “(Y/N) is my sidekick,” said Saiki.

            “Thanks, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Let’s pay and go,” said Saiki, standing. “This is ridicule—Ah!”

            He jumped back and fell to the ground. Everyone turned in surprise.

            “Kusuo?” said (Y/N) in concern.

            “It’s a cockroach,” said Toritsuka.

            “You’re right, but what’s the big deal?” said Miko, frowning.

            “Idiot!” said Toritsuka. “Saiki hates bugs so much, he’ll crap himself!”

            “No, I don’t,” said Saiki instantly, but he was still frozen.

            “Whoever kills the bug will be Saiki’s sidekick!” said Toritsuka. He ran off to find a ghost to help him kill the bug

            “What? Hold on!” Miko raced after him, but she couldn’t get near the bug either, scared.

            (Y/N) shook their head, picked up their cup, and put it against the wall. They slipped the menu beneath the cup, trapping the cockroach. They carried it outside and put it down, letting it escape before they returned to the booth.

            “There you go!” said (Y/N) brightly.

            Miko and Toritsuka stared and deflated. They didn’t get a chance to prove themselves.

            “Thank you,” breathed Saiki in relief.

            (Y/N) chuckled and held out their hands. Saiki took them, and (Y/N) pulled him to his feet.

            “I guess Saiki’s partner would be his sidekick,” said Miko, sighing.

            “…” Toritsuka paused.

            Saiki and (Y/N) froze.

            “Partner?!” said Toritsuka. “I thought you weren’t on a date, Saiki!”

            “Not with Aiura,” said Saiki.

            “Oops,” said Miko.

            “Are you two—”

            “Yes,” said Saiki before Toritsuka could shout anything.

            “Kusuo and I are dating,” said (Y/N), smiling slightly.

            “And you didn’t tell me?” whined Toritsuka.

            “It’s none of your business,” said Saiki. “And you’re not discreet.”

            Toritsuka pouted.

            “If you tell anyone, you’re going to wish you hadn’t,” said Saiki.

            “G-Got it!” said Toritsuka.

            Saiki took (Y/N)’s hand and looked between Miko and Toritsuka. “We’re leaving, and neither of you are following us.” He wanted peace and quiet with (Y/N).

            “Bye, guys!” said (Y/N), waving as Saiki walked out the door. They looked at him and smiled. “Another person knows. How do you feel?”

            “It wasn’t so bad,” said Saiki.

            “I guess we can’t avoid it forever,” chuckled (Y/N). They linked their arm with his and leaned on his shoulder. “But we’ll have each other.”

            Saiki smiled slightly. “Right.”

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            “Today’s lesson is judo!” announced Matsusaki, standing in front of the class. “As you know, judo is a martial art. You’ll get hurt if you slack off.”

            Yare yare. I really hate gym class, thought Saiki.

            “Stay alert!” said Matsusaki.

            “I look forward to learning from you!” Hairo was fired up.

            “Yes, that’s the spirit,” said Matsusaki.

            “This will be fun,” said (Y/N), beaming.

            “You like judo?” said Saiki.

            “I haven’t tried it yet,” said (Y/N).

            “Hairo, are you a blackbelt?” said Matsusaki, looking at Hairo’s gi.

            “Yes, I’ve been doing judo since elementary school,” said Hairo.

            “But you won’t have a sparring partner,” said Matsusaki. “Any other blackbelts here?”

            “I’m a black belt,” said Kaidou, smirking and posing. “I’m self-taught.”

            Matsusaki smacked him across the head, and Kaidou pouted. “Take this seriously or you’ll get hurt!”

            “I think he means, ‘or I’ll hurt you,’ ” observed Saiki.

            “Sensei, I can pair up with Hairo,” said (Y/N).

            “Huh?” said Saiki, looking at (Y/N).

            “Don’t be stupid, you could get hurt!” said Matsusaki.

            “I trust Hairo to take it easy today, and he does need a partner,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Hairo’s eyes sparkled with tears. “So noble, (L/N)!”

            “Very well,” said Matsusaki, nodding. “Everyone, get into pairs!”

            “Wait, I wanted you to be my partner—” Saiki watched (Y/N) walk over to Hairo. Stupid nice heart of theirs helping others out.

            “Next time, Kusuo!” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Hey pal, if you and pinky aren’t a pair, you should pair up with me!” said Nendou.

            I’m stuck with the idiot. Saiki had hoped accidentally using his powers and lifting his partner too easily wouldn’t be seen if (Y/N) was there to help him cover, but at least with Nendou he could throw him around and not worry if he got hurt.

            “Stretches first, and then practice your falls!” said Matsusaki.

            The students obeyed, stretching and practicing falls before doing anything sparring.

            “Alright, good, who wants to spar first?” Matsusaki looked at the pairs. “Hairo, (L/N), show them how to do it safely. Hairo, be gentle!”

            “I’ll be fine, Sensei,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “You ready?” said Hairo.

            “Yep,” chirped (Y/N).

            If he hurts them, I swear to all the gods that hate me—

            Hairo lunged. (Y/N) pivoted, caught his arm, and threw. Hairo went soaring through the air and hit the mat. Everyone’s jaws dropped open. (Y/N) looked down at Hairo.

            “Are you alright?” said (Y/N), tilting their head.

            “How did you—My move was perfect,” exclaimed Hairo. It wasn’t arrogance, either, it was true.

            “It was,” said (Y/N). “And judo is a little different than what I’m used to.”

            “Used to?” said Saiki.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I train in karate. I’m going for my second-degree black belt in a few months.”

            Hairo’s jaw dropped open from where he lay on the ground.

            That explains why they felt fine sparring against him, thought Saiki.

            “That’s so cool, Pinky!” said Nendou.

            “Wow,” said Kuboyasu.

            “Th-That explains the punch at the beach,” thought Kaidou, remembering the time (Y/N) had hit a man harassing their friends—the strength had been formidable.

            (Y/N) looked at all of them and tilted their head. “Did I really never tell you?” They laughed and shrugged. “Oh, well.”

            The nice one is scary?

            Saiki smothered an amused smile at the thoughts swirling around him. (Y/N) was the nice one. They were just also capable of taking care of themself.

            “Good match, Hairo,” said (Y/N), helping Hairo stand.

            And they’re still nice, thought Saiki.

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[springypaws]

I’m not gonna lie, I can’t help but take the whole “The Deep” in episode 11 thing literally. The vibes were so completely… I don’t know, off? From the Vast and the Lonely, the two most obvious dread powers that could have usually been the ones in charge of this. Instead of distant, or trying to push people away, or having some longing for open space, there’s this sense of such deep hunger throughout the statement. I can’t help but be reminded of how strongly ocean currents and waves can work to try to drag things into themselves, or the luring darkness of water that’s just a bit too deep for comfort. Even the feeling of curiosity that human beings tend to feel towards things such as the ocean, and what might be inside.

All of this makes it so I can’t help but think that, maybe, there are more than the original dread powers in this universe. Again, my whole idea is taking “The Deep” statement literally; perhaps it’s a new power, centered around the ocean, water, and the deep hunger that desperately wants to drag you in deeper. And, of course, if there’s one new one, there may be others as well.

I first realized this whole “what if it’s a new power” thing when I was ranting to my brother about the episodes of TMP I had just watched (as a normal person does), and when I mentioned Needles, he said something along the lines of, “Oh, he must be like, The Punctured or something”. I laughed it off at first because, well, that’s not an existing power. But I really do find that I can’t figure out what, exactly, Needles would align with. At first I thought it might have been the Desolation? I mean, being stabbed to death by needles is pretty gosh darn painful and slow. Or maybe the Slaughter? He really seemed to enjoy causing some random person a whole lot of pain just because he wasn’t scared of him.

But honestly I think it’d be silly if he belonged to some different power that would be considered more “wimpy” or “pathetic” compared to the others. Like it’s not only Needles that throws a fit if you don’t find him scary, but anybody aligned with the power is like that because “everyone’s scared of needles >:[[[“ And, on a more serious note, I can’t figure out what else he would belong to, besides a combo; like how The Deep situation could have been a Hunt and Vast combo or something. But it would be pretty gosh darn cool if there were new powers here just to make the cast’s lives even more of a living hell than they certainly will be (and are).

[misc-obeyme]

This stupid event making me feel things while also being wayyy too cheesy and over the top. Ah there were some absolute gems though. Screenshots below the cut because spoilers.

Okay I just can’t with some of these idiots.

MC being the one to bring Satan home after he gets angry and runs away 😭

Diavolo always having to be in Prince mode except when he’s with MC 😭

Bonus because MC asks him if he thought Barbatos noticed when he snuck away with MC. I just think it’s cute that he’s so delusional 🥹

MC being the only one who sees this guy’s struggle (or who he allows to see it) 😭

NOOOOOO MY HEART. MC reminding Solomon of his humanity I’m unwell 😭😭

And now for the best one because of course I lost my mind when Barbatos brought MC to his own room. I know Lucifer did too but Barb did it first!

YEAH 'cause I'm expecting you to tell me you love me!!

Look at how serious he gets...

... and then that sweet subtle smile...

HE KEEPS THE SHELF A SECRET. 😭😭😭

Excuse me I’m just gonna go pass away now. 🪦

These feelings are enough for me to overlook those doofy hats even. Why do they insist on hats they look so silly no matter who wears them.

[dykedvonte]

why do you hate Joshua Graham or Honest Hearts so much?

This DLC and character represents a bigger issue with fandom spaces I have but particularly fallout fandom in general.

Fallout tends to tackle a lot of topics controversial and not. The first two games it’s heavy cause they are the most satirical and direct with how anti-war, nationalism and etc… they are. 3 loses this as it’s very clear once you play or learn about all the games that Todd and a bunch of guys at Bethesda just liked the 50s post apocalyptic aesthetic and refuse to actually critique the ideals of the time period like the earlier titles.

New Vegas is the game that really gets back into it a degree it almost seems like it’s taking too much on. There are things done exceedingly well while other things are done horribly wrong . I’ve made posts about it before and plan to make a big series of posts (it’s a lot of writing) but my biggest gripe is with Honest Hearts and all the gross and white savior esque depictions it has of indigenous peoples. The entirety if FNV does not do the injustices faced by indigenous people correctly on any count. My two biggest complaints are with the Khans and the tribes in Zion but I’ll talk about the former on a different post.

Both characters of Daniel and Joshua are the most accurate depiction of white saviors I’ve seen and I hate how the DLC tries to justify and defend them. The DLC treats Joshua like this man who has repented for his past actions when he is just retracing his steps after his cruelty bit him in the ass. He was one of the worst parts of the Legion and it is all but explicitly stated that if you don’t force him to be non-violent he will turn the tribes of Zion into the legion 2.0. The Dead Horses and the Sorrows are horribly infantilized by both Daniel and Joshua who both use them for self serving purposes guised by religious duty. The White Legs are the horrible stereotype of violent and savage indigenous and I personally think a lot of their interlinking with Ulysses, his hair and Ulysses character in general are distasteful and very telling of how BIPOC or POC where involved.

But outside of the game it’s the weird obsession people have with these characters ideologies and trying to make them seem more interesting/philosophical than they are. Tumblr is an echo chamber and many fans of Fallout are not the people on this site. Many people are not educated in the issues these characters convey and how poorly they do or used these characters as a poor introduction for their takes. Contrary to what a lot of people believe in, fallout has a prediomeny white cis male fanbase. More importantly a large portion of the fanbase is white.

You can joke how FNV made you trans or see the numbers on post/fics or diverse headcanons but these are kiddy numbers compared to the millions that consume the franchise and aren’t in those more aware spaces or don’t engage in the spaces the same way someone like me does/has to. Their views shape a lot more than people realize and it’s exhausting to be in a space where people don’t correct the more subtle yet toxic aspects of it but also adopt them into some weird quirky view point on the characters or issues. Some people don’t realize and some people don’t care.

My main issue is just the idolizing of these sort of thing in this fandom space and people try to acts like a game like fallout whose tagline is “War never changes” and has never had a game not revolve around political or militaristic factions issues isn’t that deep or doesn’t relate to real issues. I think it’s mainly caused by how over powered you can become and how you can strong arm your way past these learning moments as majority of people who play this game do play it as a power fantasy where they can do so as they please (which of course, go ahead it’s fun) but never take in parallels or lessons in the story as if it was just another first person shooter.

Also like another personal gripe is Cazadores spawn like hell whenever I’m there and I have not found a mod that works to mod them out so I have to play Indigenous Racism the DLC while getting jumped by giant wasps WHILE helping Mormons. Like I cannot catch a break.

[squipedmew]

sometimes you have bad mental health days and then sometimes you decide to rewatch Voltron: Legendary Defenders

[cowchickenbeefpork]

they should’ve allowed Leslie thompkins to be a little masculine. A little gnc if you will. Like visual growth by her change in gender expression to showcase that during the narrows arc. Do you get me.

[tariah23]

This Latina lady just came up to me complaining about the outcome and how her daughter and son couldn’t even get out of bed and were crying all night- (I was smiling at first and asked her how she was doing and she replied “shitty-“ and started going in- and even though idgaf, I know that sm others so do like I’m not about to laugh in another brown persons face for being emotional even though it is what it is 😭.)

[blupengu]

Y’all is Hollow Knight hard or do I just suck because oh my god??

[exopelagic]

i said i wouldn’t do it this time but it’s 3am and mods asleep. boy

[lesbiansanemi]

And when I thought things were finally fine and had calmed down my roommate starts sending me shelters because he wants me to get rid of my cat 🙃🙃🙃

[sailforvalinor]

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[the-name-is-loser]

Haven is so fun I love it so much (has not opened it in weeks)

[ropes3amthoughts]

How I feel after I like and reblog and comment on a post I really like and then I go to OP’s account to follow them but it says something like “minors DNF minors DNI minors stay 10 feet alway from my blog I will block minors this is an adult only space minors can never interact with my content ever 🔞”