#My friend said he looks like hes a gummy bear and its literally so true

[wildstar25]

biggest buncle!!!

[fairyellieee]

"New Romantics"

Fandom: Criminal Minds US TV (2005)

Pairing/s: David Rossi x reader

Inspired by: New Romantics by Taylor Swift

Summary: The team literally just meddling with their co-workers' love life because they have nothing better to do and it bothers them how oblivious and a bunch of scaredy cats they are to admit their feelings for each other.

Request: Yeah ^^! I was wondering if you can make a request where the reader works on the bau with the team, she is 25 years old, a little bit shy but very sweet, happy and kind. She fell in love with Rossi, but is to shy so everytime that he's close she get nervous and all that stuff, the thing is that David is also in love with her, but doesn't want to tell her because the age gap. Also he probably knows that she feels the same so is always laughing and winking to her to put she more nervous haha ^^, also the team its like "just tell, tell her that you love her", specially Morgan and Hotch !

Trigger Warning/s: literally too much fluff😭, normal BAU topics, mentions of death and murder.

"C'mon Penelope stop it!" I cried out to my best friend who won't stop pestering me on a Wednesday morning.

"but N/n! The two of you literally belong together! Imagine being Mrs. Rossi #4!" Penelope teases as she pokes my side.

"Yeah Mama, and it doesn't take a profiler to tell that he likes you too." Morgan chimes in while eating Penelope's gummy bears.

"Stop it! He might hear you!" Putting my head in both of my hands, I suddenly felt two hands squeezing my shoulders.

Screaming in fright at the sudden warmness in my shoulder, I look in the side to see the devil's face really close to mine.

"Don't do that SSA Rossi, it's very rude." I said while pushing his face away from me using the palm of my hand.

"Well putting your hand in my face is ruder!" He sputtered out looking disgusted. As he should be.

"What do you want Rossi?"

"Can't I just see your face in this beautiful morning, bellissima?" Bickering with Rossi comes with a few perks and that is picking up some Italian words.

"Stop it! I have something to do." Blushing I tried to get out of the situation as best as I can. He is a huge flirt, maybe even flirtier than Morgan and Garcia.

"Can't I get a goodbye kiss before you leave, mi caro?" He teased as he puckered his lip.

"No."

"Your loss then."

As the girl leaves, both Morgan and Garcia (mostly Garcia) made Rossi come to the batcave.

"We both know that you like her too Rossi." Penelope pointed an accusatory finger on him which made him chuckle.

"Yeah pasta man, just admit that you like her. I mean what's the worst that could happen? You know that she likes you back." Derek said with a cheeky smile.

"You ain't getting any younger." Penelope half jokingly commented.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" The older man replied with a raised eyebrow.

"It is true, Rossi. What are you so worried about? Do you see how she blushes and stutter around you?" Morgan asked looking at him with the 'are you blind' face.

"I do but- that doesn't mean that I have to take her out on a date. I already have a bad history with my weddings, I don't want to add her to that list."

"It's not like you're going to marry her- well not yet atleast. You're just going to ask her out." Penelope stated with the glaringly obvious point.

"Yeah yeah. I'll think about it."

As he walks out the Batcave, he saw you walking out of Hotch's office. You look very beautiful. He can't help but admire you from afar.

Your smile lit up the whole room, your skin looked flawless as the lights shun on you, Rossi can't help but feel insecure.

'How can she even like me? She's just so pretty and I feel like I'm too old for her. Well I am but- I don't know.' he can't help but overthink.

It was then lunch time at the office. Rossi was eating with Hotch whilst the others are hanging around the cafeteria to eat and you'll never guess what the two parties' topic is..... yup, Y/n and Rossi's relationship.

The two older hot men were eating their lunch peacefully but then Hotch decided to speak what was sort of bothering him.

"You know Rossi for an old person and a war veteran, you do seem like a coward." Hotch teased as he pointed his fork full of food at Rossi.

"Well, Aaron, love is hard and with three failed marriages you'll realise that and frankly you're not even halfway there yet." David half jokingly but defensively said to the chuckling man.

"You're just scared of something, admit it."

"Well, the age gap is quite large and it's not like she can ever last to be with someone like me. Sooner or later she'll realise her worth and maybe leave me." He confessed looking down at his meal. The other man was shocked, Rossi didn't usually speak out what he truly feels especially something like that.

"Love is very complicated and we both know that but you and y/n deserve each other." Hotch commented putting a hand on Rossi's shoulder and the older man smiled and nodded thankfully.

"Maybe you're right."

Whilst Rossi and Hotch were eating in Hotch's office, in Garcia's Batcave is the rest of team except for Y/n who is still running errands. In their little mind is a plot to get Rossi and Y/n together, whether it's by force or by lying to them.

"So we all know why we're here right?" Derek asked as the rest of the team nodded except for Spencer.

"Wh-why are we here again?" Pretty boy asked timidly.

"We're here because we need to make a plan on how to get Y/n and Rossi together, don't you read your e-mails pretty boy?" The buff one teasingly asked.

"so now that we all know why we're here, give me some of your ideas on how to get them together." Penelope ordered turning around on her chair.

"How about we pretend that on the next case Y/n got shot and then he'll have to confess his feelings because y'know, she got shot and he almost lost her." Emily darkly suggested.

"No! Absolutely not! How about we go tell Rossi that we should have another family night at his place but we all won't go except for Y/n. By the end of like an hour or so of being late we'll come up with some excuse and they'll have to spend time together." JJ suggested while hitting Emily at the back of her head because of very dark suggestion earlier.

"I think mine would totally work though, to be honest."

"Well, most people confess their feelings when they're jealous so maybe we can set up like a "secret admirer" for Y/n so that Rossi will get jealous and confess. Statistically it always happens in movies so maybe it can also happen with them." The resident genius replied with suave.

"Well, how about.... we pretend that their favourite friend aka me is dying and my last wish is for them to date. Right? Sounds like a really great plan to me." Penelope seriously said earning a bunch of profilers to look at her like she's crazy (which she might totally be).

"No! No one's going to do crazy stuff. What if we just go with the flow y'know? Can't mess with the universe's plan, baby girl. If they're meant to be, they'll be together." Derek coolly replied.

"Well technically the universe doesn't have a say in this plus weren't you the one who- agdjsbsnxxmiswmaos" Agent 187 was suddenly silenced by Chocolate Thunder's hand slapping over his mouth.

"Now now. Everyone go back to the bullpen before they get suspicious." Derek said receiving multiple groans and middle fingers from the BAU profilers.

A few days had passed when suddenly the BAU's unit chief received a call from the higher ups. They had a case and a very complicated and dangerous one at that. Aaron came out of his office and knocked at Rossi's door.

"We have a case, I'll tell Penelope. You tell the team. Meet me at the round table in 5." Hotch said in his hot unit chief voice.

As they gathered the team around the round table, in front of them was a case filed stamped with a big bold red CLASSIFIED in the front.

"Every detail about this case would be classified as shown in the case files. Nothing about the details of this case will leave this group. Understood?" Hotch asked as everyone nodded in agreement.

"We are going to Atlanta. 5 victims. Tortured and mutilated, had a gag and was dumped near or in a courthouse. The director suspects that the unsub might be targetting people in politics and/or law. The unsub left a note on the 4th and 5th victim. Annie Leigh and Thena Cruz, they were both low risk victims and were last found in said courthouse." Hotch thoroughly explained.

"On Annie, it said "A traitor to both sides, the ultimate asshole." whilst on Thena it stated, "Errors do not cease to be errors simply because they’re ratified into law." Spencer read.

"He must be really good at sneaking in and really brave too. The courthouses must've atleast heightened their security once these girls were kidnapped." Derek stated looking at the crime scene photos.

"He's clearly a narcissist and he must've atleast has some sort of personal or atleast almost related relationship to these women. I mean they were all choked and based on the bruises it was made by a hand. Had the M.E. said the cause of death?" You asked looking at Hotch.

"Internal bleeding, he beats them up really badly. The bruises on the ribs looks almost black and he kept them for a week." Hotch responded.

"Then that must mean that the unsub is holding them for a reason. Did any of these women's family received a ransom demand?" Rossi seating next to you asked.

"None. It must mean he has some personal reasons or a vendetta on why he's keeping them." Hotch concluded.

"The messages on the last two victims, what do you guys think they mean?" JJ asked everyone while looking around.

"It's clear that it's about the messed up justice system. The unsub might be a victim of said justice system, especially since they were dumped near or in a courthouse." Emily answered and explained to everyone.

"Okay, everyone pack your go bags. Garcia you're coming with us. Wheels up in 30."

Meanwhile at the jet, Y/n and Rossi were seating together and sharing a case file trying to compose a theory about the unsub.

"Maybe he's a family's victim of the horrible justice system." Y/n concluded.

"There's a lot of people that the system failed and we probably don't have a record of those people. We can't possibly narrow it down. We have to find what type of sentence that person or person's family had." David replied while they look at each other and Y/n nodded in agreement.

In the other side of the jet, Garcia, Derek, Emily, JJ and Reid are all seating together.

"Look at them being so hopelessly clueless and in love. It's disgusting." Emily said half joking and half bitterly.

"We really should do something about that." JJ acknowledge.

"Well, if they're that hopeless we need to bring in the big guns." Garcia said as her eyes lit up.

"Baby girl, there's got to be another way!" Derek begged in half whisper so the two love birds won't hear.

"What big guns?" Spencer asked.

"Hotch of course. He's a great profiler, he definitely knows about those two's feelings."

"Right now? You wanna ask him right now? Are you crazy?!" Emily said while waving her hands profusely.

"Well yeah, it's better now than never."

As they called Hotch and asked him to help them. The jet landed on Atlanta.

As they investigated and pinpointed the unsub's location (Arthur James) between a warehouse and his home the team split up into two with backup SWAT and local police.

"L/n, Morgan, Detective Santiago and Rossi you go to the warehouse while Reid, JJ, Prentiss and me go to his home." Hotch ordered around the room as everyone puts on their vests and got in the SUV.

"Me and Detective Santiago will cover the entrance, Rossi and L/n you cover the exit." Morgan ordered the 3 of you as you and Rossi sneaked in the Exit. You knocked on the door and said.

"Arthur James! FBI! Open up!"

As you kicked in the door because there was no response, you and Rossi checked all the rooms and met Morgan and Santiago on the middle.

"Everything's clear he's not here." Rossi informed the two of them but all of a sudden you heard a thump and everyone searched the warehouse again to see where he was.

All of a sudden Y/n saw the unsub running away through the backdoor.

"Over here in the back entrance!"

She ran after the unsub as the rest follows. She wasn't thinking clearly when all of a sudden the unsub turned around and shot her in the abdomen.

"Y/n!" Rossi shouts as he heard the gunshot and saw Y/n fall.

As Rossi approached her, Morgan and Detective Santiago ran after the unsub.

"Are you okay? Just put pressure on the wound I'll call for an ambulance and backup." Rossi said as he also puts his hand on your wound whilst the other one was contacting Hotch.

"Hotch, Y/n got shot. I need an ambulance ASAP." He said through the phone.

"The ambulance and backup will be here in 5 minutes. Just hang on, okay?" He said as he ended the call and wiped away her tears.

"Just stay with me, okay?" She stated her eyes brimming with tears. She felt tired.

"Stay with me darling! Don't you close your eyes! Don't! Y/n!" Rossi was panicking as she felt limp in his arms.

"Help! Morgan! Santiago! Somebody help us!"

"Rossi! Rossi! Over there!" A voice suddenly shouted.

Everything went by in a blur. Everyone panicking but one thing was apparent within all the commotion, Rossi was so worried about Y/n that everyone (even the local cops and EMT's) can see his feelings for her.

In the hospital whilst Y/n was being operated on, the team was very nervous especially Rossi.

"It's been an hour since she's there, I hope she's okay." JJ stated worry lacing her voice.

"She's tougher than that." Derek tried to say comfortingly but it came out as a scared intonation.

Suddenly the doctor walked out of the operation room so they all stood up and asked him various questions if Y/n's fine.

"The patient will make a quick recovery because the bullet didn't hit any major arteries nor nerves. She'll be transported to room 102. You can visit her but she's still dosed with Anesthesia so it will take her a few hours or a day to wake up."

"I'll go buy us some snacks while watching her." Penelope offered.

Everyone was in the room waiting for Y/n to wake up with a guilt-filled face. A lot of what if's going through their minds but especially Rossi's mind.

Time went by quickly and it was already the next day. Everyone was exhausted, Hotch trying to convince them to get on the jet and go home.

"I know Y/n will not appreciate all of you wasting your time moping around her. All of you need to rest properly and go home to your families." Hotch stated convincingly as the rest of the team acknowledge it.

"I should stay." Rossi replied with his head down while he's sitting on a chair next to Y/n's bed.

'Something doesn't feel right.'

I slowly opened my eyes, letting out a little whine because of the lights. I felt a presence next to me and I could hear beeping.

'Am I in the hospital?'

As I looked around, I see Rossi. Sleeping uncomfortably in a hospital chair.

"R-ossi." I croaked out, trying to wake up the older man. He groaned but atleast that's a sign he's still alive.

Rubbing his eyes, he suddenly looked at me and said.

"Y/n! You're awake. I have to call the doctor."

"No- please. Not yet. I- I want some alone time with you for just a few moments, please."

"Well, then you have my full attention. Do you need anything? Water? More pillows? Does anything hurt?"

"When I said I need some alone time with you, I didn't mean for you to be overprotective."

"I can't help but be worried about you Y/n"

"Well you shouldn't be, I'm fine."

"I just wanted to say something. You know I was so scared that I was going to lose you." He held onto my hand as he took a deep breath trying to keep his composure.

"Well I'm still here."

"I was so scared to lose you without saying that I love you or- even be with you. Romantically." He looked away as I made a face of surprise.

"Wh-what?"

"I love you Y/n and I think we both know that you like me too."

"I- I don't know what to say."

"You could say how you feel about me too."

"Well, agent David Rossi. I like you too. Now, when will you ask me out on a date?" Trying to lighten up the mood, I joked a bit.

"Well, after I call the doctor to give an all-clear signal." He winked.

"Then I hope, he gives it very soon." Smiling from ear to ear, Rossi leaned in and pecked your lips.

"When can I expect you to be mine then?"

"Oh- slow down old poke, we still haven't gone on a date yet." I said as I jokingly pushed him away.

"I'll count the seconds."

"You're not Reid, Rossi."

- The Other Side of the Door -

"I told you guys that my idea was great," Emily said grinning and boasting that she's always right.

"But she did have a near-death experience, Prentiss," Morgan said raising his eyebrow at her.

"Well, he still confessed to her. Damn I should've betted on it."

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ANNA-JULIA “AJ” (JONES) JARLETT

IG bio/info: @/annajj9x_ | 20.1k followers| Athlete | hey peeps can you stop asking me to throw it back cuz the answer will always be no! K thx take it easy 🏳️‍🌈🌻🏒🐶

21 years old

From bath, England

Hockey player as her profession for the past three years

Her position is defense

Their team name is “rowdy alphas”...yeah some team names just didn’t make sense or they’re cringe for no reason at all

Was raised by her mom,(her mom was a teen mom & had her at 17) maternal grandmother, and her paternal aunt (dad’s younger sister, who’s more like a big sister to her at 28)

They’ve made her into the person she is, literally

Her grandmother has a bed and breakfast that they all live in

the house is Victorian style—almost as if they walked right out of charmed! Instead of a big pink house, think yellow AND purple. It was hideous but homey and charming on the inside

growing up in a house with multiple temporary strangers wasn’t odd to aj at all, in fact it felt like the norm. There was always someone around to socialize with so that was quite nice

Her father was a pro baseball player & passed away due to a automobile accident

she has his smile & freckles

aj was also involved in the accident at the age of 6 & miraculously survived with intense injuries

Has scars as a reminder

used to have night terrors because of the accident...it took awhile—years!!! for them to subside

they’re all vague memories now (but the pain is something she’ll always remember) but she preferred it that way

she’s named “Anna” after her mother’s old best friend/roommate and was supposed to be aj’s god mother but she went missing during their uni years

the name“Julia” came from her paternal grandmother who she gets her wide doe eyes from

her athleticism definitely came from her dad

Her mother luckily liked to document things so there’s a bunch of home videos of her dad in them & pictures/scrapbooks that her mom has for safe keeping

She’s more of a klutz, tiny, and wears huge prescription glasses

extremely close to the three most important ladies in her life, so she’s always been able to be open with them about anything!

when she first expressed her interest in liking both genders around 17-18 her paternal aunt was all smirks, “i knew Britney Spears was so your type, yeah?”

more like shakira but Brit was just as pretty

her mother was a “cry baby” so ofc she burst out into tears squeezing aj’s limbs and peppering her face with kisses. She didn’t view her child as anything different... as she shouldn’t & was glad that her daughter trusted them with this significant moment in her life and wanted to be as supportive as she could

got books, watched Ted talks and everything but knew she could come to the source even tho aj was still figuring it out herself

her grandma dipped her head at the new info sitting at the round kitchen table, “been there. had a few broads in my life after and during my marriage with your no good grandad. Thank goodness the bastard died before you even got to meet ‘em.” “Mum!”

what felt like the biggest weight on her chest was lifted. She knew they’d understand but a part of her had a little bit of doubt, she’s heard so many horror stories where those like her didn’t have the support she has and that made her extremely sad to think about

i see her as a person that has/had many friends in secondary. She’s always open to chat and her being on a few sports teams helped her out in her case

very competitive in anything that she does & will guarantee that she’ll beat you. (“ You wanna race to the car from here?”wins. “Who ever cleans the most dishes the fastest gets the last slice of pie.”) majority of the time she’s right but if she loses?? oh don’t let her lose to you, it’s a pity party for the rest of the time ur in her space. Such a sore loser omg

stays active, always working out + has a gym membership and makes sure she goes at least five times a week

she’s very strong, loves leg day & working on her core

she’s about 5’10

loves wearing “gf jeans” since they’re super comfy but doesn’t mind skinny Jeans with rips in the knees every now and then

trainers and chucks are her go-to sneakers

has no issue shopping in the men’s section ‘cause who’s gonna stop her? Nobody that’s who

owner of over a 100 graphic tees + vertical stripped shirts are also her favs, SWEATPANTS/joggers?! How many does she have? A lot. Snapbacks? Plenty. Will she wear them backwards? Obviously.

Physical touch is her love language. She’s comes from a family that has no issue showing their affection by touch. There is NO such thing as personal space and that still stands with aj when it comes to relationships, she sees no other way

It’s what she shows and what she wants in return, if you’re not touching her in some sort of way, then automatically she thinks there’s something wrong or that she did something

Is the jealous type. It has shown in relationships and ruined a relationship or two

Has cheated on a significant other out of pure jealousy & is not proud to admit that

Does have a wandering eye but feels now that she truly understands herself when it comes to relationships, she’ll never act on it again

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I get libra tendencies from her so that’s what I’m sticking with. She likes to keep the peace (unless she’s jealous) , idealistic — always looking on the bright side of things, outgoing, romantic, and professional— especially when it comes to her team; her true leadership comes out, yet she can be indecisive, hates confrontation, self pitying — if things don’t go perfectly how she imagined/planned it to, the world is ending and everyone is out to get her, and can be unreliable—never on time

September libra to be exact

if she’s really in love/taken a interest in you then she gets nervous: blushing, sweaty palms, cracking her knuckles, tongue tied—the whole 9

she’s already defined as a puppy by her coach but when she’s in love? She’s a lovesick puppy!

her fav holiday is Valentine’s Day

thought she was going to be a pro skateboarder growing up but it took one bad fall where she thought she was paralyzed for her to choose something else

she likes her weed on occasion

Obsessed with all types of cheese except cottage, “can I put cheese on this?”

more of a jumpsuit kinda girl or dressy top with jeans & hoops on a night out

has a solid group of mates outside of the hockey team, they’ve all met and hung out a couple of times, as they should since aj feels they’re going to be stuck with her for awhile so why not?

They’re a riot when they all go out, let’s just say that there’s never a dull moment

fav color is periwinkle

enjoys ASMR, mostly in the mornings when she’s waking up. You know how people love podcasts? (Sorry seb & Nicky, she still wants to be on the show soon!) ASMR is her thing

loves tangerines, you can count on it that she’ll have one on her, “where did you pull that from?” “I’ll never share my master plan.” “You’re such a tit.”

Definitely prefers “fresh squeezed” orange juice & will make her own, she has the tools & the strength 😏

Very rare for her to get sick ;) & if she does she’s a complete baby about it

Will fight that she’s sick before she admits it, trying all sorts of horrid remedies & vitamins

loves summer & all things that come with it, the number one thing is leaving bath for however long she can for a new place to enjoy

when she arrived to love island, she was thrilled for the weather. Yes she was looking for love but most importantly a nice get away & that it was (depending on your route that is lol)

closest with seb, vieve, elladine, and tai but don’t tell the others that! (She doesn’t care if you tell Yasmin, honestly)

just because her & seb “dated” and it didn’t work out doesn’t mean they can’t be friends right? It was almost automatic for them to be platonic after it was determined there would be no romance between them, almost like sibs! like those celebs like to say—except this time these two won’t turn around and actually find romance

vieve came with seb so...but no shade aj did like vieve. She gave great advice (while seb sometimes didn’t say the right things unintentionally or what aj needed to hear) when needed, especially from a medical view and is very sweet

elladine was the one who had all the tea & ideas to match, she’s quite organized and always down for DIY’s and could suggest almost anything. If you needed someone to help you get things tidy or match/find your Aesthetic, she’s the friend you call to help

tai was the one she could be a “bro” with, sure elladine has her competive side (or controlling, depends on how you view it) but tai was the one you can run to for much needed “bro hugs”, partying, going to the pubs, playing sports with or against, checking out/flirting with babes, etc...

it was not long after the villa that aj had a revelation with her sexuality & fully owned and labeled herself as a lesbian

She was happy being in relationship with someone else or with herself, life was short and she was young so there wasn’t time to dwell and stress over things so what the hell?! Live your truth the best way you know how ya know?

probably smells like sweet citrus, almond flower, and sea salt

on chest days, she’s a sweets snacker. Loves gummy bears (also with vodka) , swedish fish, sour patch kids, etc...basically shit that sticks to ur teeth

put all her chips into hockey, while it was advised by her Counselors & mum not to do so, aj went about it anyway. She thought about the pros and cons but knew there was nothing else for her. So there were more pros than cons. She was meant to play sports, its what felt right in her soul

Made her feel connected to her father, when she’s on the field she feels that he is with her

 scrunches up her nose when she’s frustrated or confused about something

Doesn’t always grasp concepts right away, she’s a soft dummy but most of us are and that’s okay! We’re all smart in our own ways

Feels like sunflowers are always around her especially if she sees them wherever she is. They must symbolize SOMETHING, therefore she loves them

spf queen. All about it, get with it or let the sunrays ruin ur skin that’s on u

loves a good filet mignon medium-well & is probably the only good thing she knows how to make alongside a salad, baked potatoes, & her oj

sucker for romantic-comedies...it’s basically her life duh!

If she has a dog, it’s a Dalmatian or Great Dane. She needs a companion that’ll keep up with her

loves kissing, it’s her favorite form of intimacy

Quarantine life included the push up challenge for her. Gaining a few pounds in muscle and fat, bothering seb via ft, viewing old letters she wrote to her dad, spending time with her fav ladies since they were now restricted from having guests in their home, and letting boredom consume her + she hated the whole lockdown that came with it, she hated being indoors for long periods of time but she knew that’s what partly needed to be done

Posts a lot of beach, park, outings with her friends & team, moments with her fav ladies, workout videos, and guests at the b&b with their permission and if only she befriends them along the way. She’s just as active on the socials as she is in rl but she’s not obsessed with it, she knows how to live in the now. She’s all about balance!

I also feel like she never keeps her phone charged and it’s always dying on her! She had a car charger but...that’s a jungle. She needs to invest in a portable charger stat

crushing on/finds attractive: Jared Padalecki, Keanu Reeves, Barrett Doss, Camilla Luddington, Sandra Bullock, Adrian Kempe, Harry Kirton, Anya Taylor-Joy, Haley Lu Richardson, Naomi Osaka, Ming & Aoki Lee Simmons

who does she listen to? Shakira lol!! Bea Miller, Dua Lipa, Daya, XYLØ, Elley Duhé, Stela Cole, Aloe Blacc, Maroon 5, Lewis capaldi, Charlie Puth, girl in red, Hayley kiyoko, king princess, dodie, & tessa violet

Anthem: Icona Pop — we got the world

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Mina Ashido x Reader: Misunderstanding

A good reason for not asking out the person you like is that you’re almost certain they like someone else. 

In my case, Mina Ashido definitely likes Kirishima. It kinda hurts to watch her hang out with him so often, rarely saying a word to me. Although I have mostly come to peace with this fact, I can’t help but still like her. She’s funny, smart, and has a great sense of fashion. The only times I ever get to talk to her are when the girls have a girls night out, which happens less and less as villains continuously attack our class. We all miss having a normal life, but being a hero has its downsides.

This includes not getting to hang out with your friends as much, and instead applying to training courses.

Of course only a few people know about my crush, including my best friend Hagakure. She and Jirou keep encouraging me to ask her out, but why would I when it’s hopeless? There’s no use.

“Cmon Y/N! We see the way you look at her. At least if she denies you maybe you can move on to someone else!” Hagakure said, smiling lightly as to not offend me.

“Yeah, she’s right. It’s getting ridiculous. You need to just ask her out already.” Jirou chided, softly putting a hand on my shoulder. Letting out a breath I slump in my seat. I know they’re right, they always are when it comes to stuff like this. Nothing I did would help except to get it over with and ask her out.

“I know you guys are right, but I can’t help but be nervous and worried about it. The idea of being embarrassed around her is awful. I genuinely want to be her friend if not anything else, but she acts like she doesn’t even like me!” I throw my face in my hands, groaning. I hear Jirou and Hagakure shuffle before giving me a hug. 

“Don’t worry. I’m sure she doesn’t mean to! She’s so nice and sociable, maybe she just knows you like her already and feels awkward?” I look up and glance at Hagakure, shooting her a look.

“That makes it sound like she just thinks I’m weird! Oh god I’m totally weird aren’t I?” The pair look hopeless and give up on talking, instead just comforting me. “And with us going out this weekend like we used to I’m going to make her feel even worse! What should I do? Maybe I just shouldn’t go. Yeah, that’d work,” I continue rambling as Jirou and Hagakure look towards the door that opened moments before. Ochaco and Asui are standing in the doorway, a shocked look on both of their faces.

“Oops! Uhm, I’m sorry. We really didn’t mean to hear any of that, but Y/N please go! We all miss seeing each other, and that includes you!” Ochaco pleads, looking at my embarrassed and blushing face. All three of the others nod, Tsuyu looking just as guilty as Ochaco does.

“Who were you talking about, anyway?” Tsu asks, cocking her head to the side. I freeze and Hagakure and Jirou decide to speak up for me.

“Mina. She’s had a crush on her for the longest time, but feels like Mina doesn’t like her back.” Hagakure says, Jirou nodding.

“She even thinks Mina doesn’t like her, which we’ve told her isn’t true.” Tsu looks at her feet in a pondering pose. After a moment she shakes her head.

“No, I don’t think she dislikes you. I think you’re just overthinking it a lot. You need to stop thinking of the worst case scenario, Y/N.”

“Yeah! Even if she doesn’t like you back I’m sure you’ll stay friends!” Ochaco adds, smiling.

“Yeah, friends.” I nervously smile, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Friends.”

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Saturday arrives too quickly, the sun shining through my room window. I groan and stand up, a queasy feeling in my stomach as I look at my phone and see the day. ‘Shit.’ Throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt I get ready for the day. 

At the first step I take out of my room Yaomomo runs into me, apologizing profusely before helping me off the ground.

“Again Y/N, I’m so sorry!... Something is wrong, isn’t it? You don’t look so good.” She questions, looking concerned for me. I try to force a smile, but instead begin to cry. Explaining the entire situation, she looks at me apologetically. “I’m sure it will be fine. If not, you always have us, Y/N.” She pulls me in for a hug before giving a small smile.

After our run in, we walk to the commons where the rest of the girls are waiting, chatting away. As soon as I arrive, Mina looks directly at me and goes silent. The rest of the girls seem to notice and slow down in conversation, inviting me to join. After a few minutes we all leave the dorms, walking towards a nearby ice cream place. 

“So how has everyone been? It feels like we haven’t all gotten to talk in forever!” Ochaco says, bouncing lightly like always.

“I’ve been great! Slightly tired from training though.” Hagakure says, everyone nodding and groaning in agreement. “How about you, Mina?”

“I’m doing pretty well, although the boys wear me out. Especially Kirishima!” She smiles and my contented grin fades. All the others frown for a moment before continuing.

Once we reach the ice cream parlor, we all order and sit down to eat and talk. It was obvious the girls made us sit next to each other since they quickly filled all the seats around us except for two that were directly next to each other. Looking over, I see her eating small bites. Mina’s cone is filled with strawberry ice cream with little red gummy bears on top, fitting her personality perfectly.

The girls keep regular conversation going about literally anything. Mineta breaking into the girls locker room over break, Midoriya going on a date with Ochaco, Jirou learning a new song on the guitar, the discussion rolled on. Mina and I rarely speak, opting to stay out of the conversation as we eat. Normally I stay out of most conversations anyway, but Mina’s lack of communication is strange. Normally she has more to say than anyone.

As we get up to leave, Mina grabs my arm. The rest of the group walk out, not looking for us.  I whip my head around to look at Mina, confused, before she takes my hand and motions for me to sit back down. As I sit, she looks at me and her face flushes. After a moment she speaks.

“Hey Y/N, I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry for being so rude to you. The girls approached me earlier today in the commons and told me it hurt your feelings a lot, and I didn’t realize it. I should also probably explain myself,” She pauses, taking a deep breath before speaking again, her posture falling into a calm and relaxed one. “I really like you. A lot. I didn’t know how to tell you because you always seem nervous around me and I didn’t want to upset you at all. Your friendship means a lot to me and I’m sorry I expressed it in such an awful way. I hope you can forgive me.” I sat wordlessly, chewing on my top lip before speaking up.

“I uhm, I like you too. That’s why I was so awkward around you. I thought you liked Kirishima…” She began laughing, startling me and grabbing my hand pulling me from my seat and pulling me into a hug. 

“I don’t like Kirishima! He’s the only one that knew I liked you!” She smiled and twirled me around. “Come on!! Let’s go catch up with the rest of the girls! We have a lot to tell them!” I smiled and followed behind her.

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September Song (2/3)

I’m sorry @kitten-wrath that this took so long, but I do hope you like it. @hoodoo12 @xerxezra thanks for brainstorming with me. Also, Ice Cream Rick belongs @porkchop-ao3. References to the flowers can be found here (The Language Of Flowers) and pizza rolls here (Sick Day)

Also, special thanks go to @her-victori for reading a majority of my fics in a short span of time. You Rock! As well to random anons who leave me sweet words in my ask box.

If you haven't read the first part of this fic then here's the link. (Read Part1 Here)

In this fic the reader tries to be more reserved and mature for Rick, but what will he think?

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Chapter 2: These Precious Days

The mom and pop ice cream parlor which could be found at the edge of town offered over twenty flavors and twice as many topping options. Rick thought you'd prefer this quiet atmosphere over the crowd that would've surrounded Ice Cream Ricks truck in the Citadel; he was right. Though it really was a shame since Ice Cream Rick was actually pretty nice. After ordering, you two sat by the window with the best view of a lonely backroad and a white GMC truck.

“I-I-I like that you went for the rainbow jimmies.” Rick commented as he popped a mini gummy bear into his mouth.

“Hmm? Yeah, I like the texture.”

Which was true, but it wasn't the whole truth. You loved sprinkles on just about any dessert they could be placed on. They were fun, colorful, and your dad's favorite topping. They reminded you of good times. You continued. “And they're a classic. Wouldn't you agree?”

“I-I do. Would you say that y-your favorite flavor?”

Savoring the flavor of your chocolate ice cream, you nodded. “Yeah.”

Smiling softly, he seemed to be ruminating on this information, before storing it away and eating a spoonful of his pistachio ice cream. After a little while, he managed to get a bit of it on the side of his mouth, which made you giggle. And because old habits die hard, you picked up a napkin and wiped his face clean. Under your fingertips, his skin had that masculine roughness that came from constant shaving. Of course, you were familiar with it, but these slight reminders that came about by chance never failed to amaze you.

However, you were quick to pull your hand back because he wasn't a fan of public displays of affection, though it seemed to have the opposite effect, with him reaching out and placing your hand back on his cheek, and leaning into it. “I'm glad y-you were able to come with me today.”

Seeing as the shop owner was in the back room, you relaxed a little. “I am too.”

Rick was always a little funny when he got sentimental, which was why it didn't surprise you too much when his eyes bore through you as he said. “Me encanta estar c-contigo.”

“Rick,” you began, wanting to let this facade go and declare every single word of affection your heart felt inclined to say, but just as soon as you thought you were going to crack, you restrained yourself, and simply said. “your ice cream is going to melt.”

Several beats of silence passed, and he acknowledged what you had said, but he went on. “You - I-I sometimes wish I could carry you in my pocket, and have you look after me all the time, but th-that's silly isn't it? It's not realistic, and that w-would be selfish.”

“If it's you, then I don't think it is. While it wouldn't necessarily be practical to miniaturize me and carry me around, isn't the beauty of a relationship knowing that you're always on someone's mind and that they are out there somewhere caring and thinking about you?”

“Certainly, but what I-I meant to say is that it'd be nice if this was our life. If I could keep y-you and if you and me ugh - all th-the time…we - if we….” he faltered, fixing his eyes on something else in the room.

“You don't mean eating ice cream do you?”

With a sigh, he relinquished the hold he had on your hand, “N-no.” and continued to eat his ice cream; resigned, and slightly embarrassed. You couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment. It's not like he wanted to say the magic words. Right?

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After ice cream, you two visited the bookstore on the corner of Kinder St and Lavue Ave; which had not only a coffee shop but a toy store connected to it. As soon as one entered into it, you were met with the latest best sellers, books on travel and wellness, as well as souvenirs; it was one of few places that didn't bother you if it was cramped. To your left next to the window were those mint boxes which said Adventure Awaits, and it filled you with gladness as picked one up; thinking of little things you'd put in it after all the mints were gone. For his part, Zeta-7 seemed to know exactly what he was going for, disappearing in the back where all the used books were. Not knowing whether to follow or look around, you just did as you pleased.

Past the Keychain holder, above the box of mini hands, you found a Mister Rogers mug. You loved that wholesome old man who used to teach lessons and play with puppets on PBS; Rick reminded you of him too. On the label, it said that when you added hot water to the mug, Mister Rogers would change from a suit jacket into his cardigan. Seeing as Zeta-7 hadn't returned yet, you decided to buy it and continued to look around until he soon returned with an older book in hand. “I-I-I hope I hadn't kept you waiting long.”

Facing the bookshelf, pulling out books that you were mildly interested in, you answered. “I knew you would show up eventually.”

Noticing the stack of books you had, he asked sweetly. “M-m-mi corazón, do you want me t-to hold those books for you? They look a-a little heavy.”

You weren't sure how long you could keep up this facade of being mature and not melting into a puddle everytime he said things like that, with him being as darling as he was. Nonetheless, you nodded and he lightened the burden on your arms.

“Wow,” he brightened. “I-I didn't know you liked Alexandre Dumas.” And picking out another book, he wondered. “Have y-you ever read this?”

“The Man In the Iron Mask? No,” you admitted sadly. “but when I was in high school I did read about a third of The Count of Monte Cristo. I even have a postcard that my old English teacher sent me from Europe that had a picture of one of the buildings that was used in the movie.”

“That's s-s-so cool. Do - do you enjoy classic literature?”

Wholeheartedly, you replied. “Isn't it the best kind?”

“I-I-I don't know,” he softened. “but I don't know what I'd do without them.”

You thought of his home library then, with its eclectic mixture of languages, colors, and topics, and it made you feel warm in your soul. “If your home library tells me anything, it's that you have a healthy appetite for books.”

He glanced at your lips after you said this, but made no attempt to follow whatever thought which might've come to mind. Instead, you two carried on a lengthy discussion on books, how many were a social commentary of the time period, and how they influenced the world you lived in. For once you didn't have to pretend you knew something you didn't, cause you did know. Quite intimately in fact. And within the small spaces between shelves and bodies, where you'd normally feel claustrophobic, you were safe amongst all the friends you had yet to meet amongst the pages, and with Zeta-7 whose warm words and tall body shielded you from the curious eyes of the cashier.

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A stack of books sat quietly in the back seat of his car. Crickets chirped, and there were random feral cats here and there, but there was only you and him as far as you were concerned. September Song by Willie Nelson played on the car radio as he led you into a natural waltz next to the town lake, and moonlight reflected in his eyes. If you hadn't been so afraid of drowning, maybe you would've preferred to dance on the dock, but like this, it felt right.

Oh, it's a long long while

From May to December

But the days grow short

When you reach September

When the autumn weather

Turns leaves to flame

One hasn't got time

For the waiting game

With your head resting on his chest, he hummed along to the melody. More than once you heard a sniffle but assumed it was just Zeta-7 caught up in the moment again.

Oh the days dwindle down

To a precious few. ..

September, November. ..

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you.

These precious days

I'll spend with you.

You thought every day spent with him was precious, and you had to admit that you weren't sure at the beginning of your relationship if it would've worked out, but you were glad that the both of you took a chance, and had been pleasantly surprised ever since. And after all this time, now that it was the fall again, you wondered what the next year and the year after that would be like; the possibilities are endless. However, your train of thought was broken when Zeta-7 stopped dancing and stood there; covering his face, wanting to disappear.

“Rick?”

“I'm - I'm sorry, but I-I-I-I can't do this.”

“Can't do what?”

“I-I-I can't pretend that everything's o-okay. Something's th-the matter isn't it?”

“No there isn't.” you denied.

“Then why are y-y-you so quiet? Are w-we breaking up? Are you - are you leaving me?”

You literally wanted to smack yourself for being such an idiot. “No! Why would you think that?”

Using his phone, he paused the music and passed a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself. “Y-y-you haven't been yourself all evening. I thought for a moment that maybe th-things were alright back in the bookstore, but you - I know y-you were holding back. I know how much you love books, and writing is y-y-y-your passion, but you were hesitant in sharing your opinions on either subject. M-mi corazón,” he pleaded, the lines about his forehead and mouth deepening. “please b-be honest with me. Is this it?”

“No, it's not.”

Your plan, which you thought has been working went horribly wrong. So much for trying to act like an adult for once. Man, you only wanted to entice him, which you somewhat succeeded, but because of your stupid games, you'd led him to believe that you were unsatisfied with your relationship. If anything, you were unsatisfied with how you handled this. “Believe me Ricky, you haven't done anything wrong. In fact,” you sighed, your chest aching from the bloom of anxiety. “you've only been sweet and charming. But I….oh, I was only trying to impress you.”

“Huh? Wh-what?”

“Exactly. Whatever I thought I'd accomplish, it…..I only managed to mess it up. Again. You probably wouldn't get it,” Or maybe he would, but you weren't feeling like yourself. “but sometimes I feel like all you did was pull me out of my little bubble so I could wreak havoc. I'm not any different from hundreds of other versions of me, am I? Cause, if I'm like them, then how did I end up with you? How did I get so lucky to be with someone so wonderful? I hope they are happy because I am with you.”

With a hand pressed over his heart, a single tear made its way down his cheek. “M-me too. I'm so happy with you.”

“Somehow, despite all my inadequacies, you want me. I mean, is it stupid to believe that I just wanted to be different from all those other copies? That I just wanted you to think I was mature?”

Zeta-7 looked at you with a wistful hope in his eyes.“No, it's - it's not stupid. You - you did that f-for me?”

“Who else dear honey man of mine? Maybe it can't be helped and I'll just be what I am,” you confessed. “but for a moment I wanted to be different. So I gave myself the look and didn't overreact. And most of all, kept my mouth shut so you wouldn't get bored of my rambling. I know I talk too much.”

“N-no, that's not - have I led you t-to believe you weren't good enough?”

“Not on purpose, but I can't help but feel that way sometimes. We both know I'm not that special. I mean, the only impressive thing I've ever done is eat 37 pizza rolls, and not kill the flowers you gave me. I'm so sorry,” you cried, “I'm sorry you got stuck with an idiot.”

He pulled you in for a tight embrace, smoothing out your hair. “D-don't ever say that.” he cooed. “You're - you're clever, lovely, and always give me something t-t-to smile about.”

“Anyone can do that.”

Pulling back a little, he gave your shoulder a squeeze and softened. “N-no, not at all. Y-you give away dreams, smiles, and kindness. You're reliable, and I-I can trust you. And there is no one in the universe th-that could compare t-to you when it comes to being the perfect woman. If anything, I'm th-the defect here.”

“No, you're perfect Ricky.”

Placing a lock of hair behind your ear, he continued. “I'm glad y-you think so, but this isn't a-about me. You - you dressed up today, in a-a elegant dress that I'd n-never seen before,” and pressing a kiss behind your ear, he whispered with a little gleam of pride in his eyes.. “wearing the perfume I-I-I made you. Smelling like a-a dream.”

Again, how anyone considered this charmer a doofus you'd never know. “I had been saving it for a special occasion.”

“Everyday with you is - is special.”

“Oh Rick. That's…thank you.”

Pointing at your feet, “And I noticed that you're closer t-t-to my height today, but your feet must be hurting by now. Would y-you like to take them off?”

Oh, your feet were screaming. And now that you weren't pretending, you slipped out of your shoes which made you lose about four inches. Picking up your shoes and shoes and dusting them off, he continued. “That must feel better. I-I-I had to wear heels for a case once. It ugh - it's not practical when y-y-you have to run.”

“Right? I don't see how other women do it, cause I can't. I'm not even sure why I own them. I should just burn those things.”

You'd say it was half relief, half joy that made him laugh wholeheartedly at this, and you didn't see how it could be so funny. You poked him and pouted, and he delighted in this. “See?” he chuckled, looking at you in that funny way he did from time to time.

“See what?”

“This. This is th-the girl I fell in love with,” he stated matter of factly. “the one who likes t-to be comfortable, speaks her mind and prefers those jeans with th-the rip on the side. Not to mention those graphic t-shirts. Or cute pj's.”

Your breath caught a little at this confession. How could the smartest man in the universe adore an impertinent person like you? Maybe the same way you could love the smartest man; you just do. In your girlish voice, you said. “I only wanted you to be proud of me.”

Holding you a fraction tighter, he pressed a light kiss to your temple and chuckled sweetly. “Y-you already do princess. Today y-you made an effort for me, and that's impressive, but honestly, I want you t-t-to be comfortable and dress up how y-you like. You as yourself is what impresses me, because you have s-s-so much spirit, and I - that's what makes y-you gorgeous.”

This time you didn't even try to hide your blush.

“Oh Rick, hearing you say that really does make me feel silly. Why did I do this to myself? What was I thinking?”

“I believe y-you're still trying to figure it all out like the rest of us, and I can't get mad at you for th-that because you're wonderfully human. You had good intentions, and th-that's what counts.”

“Can you forgive me?”

“I al-already have.”

TBC

[passingideasofaredballoon]

My Grandmother

I wouldn’t say I believe in much supernatural stuff. I don’t like horoscopes and people who say they can read minds. I do believe in ESP though, and that’s because of my grandmother. I say this generally, but really I only believe that one person in the universe truly had ESP, and that just so happened to be my grandmother. Haha.

There’s many stories that best explain this, but I’ll limit the count to just two of the best. The second of these takes place in Germany, at a war cemetery. My aunt, grandfather, (and maybe a few others?) were there with her as she went to look for her brother’s grave. From what I heard, none of them had actually been to the cemetery before. They had moved to Canada at this time, and were just visiting Germany for a short time. My grandmother hadn’t had an opportunity to visit the war cemetery before and wouldn’t have had any idea where her brother was buried. They arrived at the cemetery very late in the evening, and it was winter so it had been snowing very heavily all throughout the day. The graves were covered in snow and none of the names were visible. The attendant there told them they would never find who they were looking for, but still gave them a few minutes (I was told 15) to look before closing the gates for the night. My grandfather said it would be best to leave and return the next day, but my grandmother insisted on looking. Keep in mind, this is a war cemetery. There were hundreds upon hundreds of graves. She walked into the graveyard, and stood in the middle for a few minutes. Shortly after, she walks for a while, in through a row, and stops at a grave. All she said is “I found him” before brushing off the snow, and surely enough she had found her brother’s grave on the first try.

The next story happened while my dad was in his 20’s. Him and his brother Michael had taken the car to go somewhere (I’m not exactly sure where). Something happens to the car with the exhaust system, and Michael (who was driving) almost ends up passing out from carbon monoxide poisoning. My dad realized this, takes the wheel, and steers them off the side of the road. They are both feeling very sick (especially Michael), but they get out of the car and walk to the nearest house. Michael was still a police officer at this time, so he took out his badge and asked to use the phone in the house after explaining about the accident. My dad calls their house, and my aunt answers. He asks her to come pick them up in the car. My aunt explains that she can’t, because my grandmother had just left the house with the other car. When my dad asked where she had gone, my aunt said, “She said she had to go take the car and pick you up”. A few minutes later, my grandmother drives by in her little blue car - a perfectly unprompted rescue.

There’s a number of these nonsensical and hilarious stories I’ve heard about her over the years, some of them I’ve collected myself. I’d even say the best of them aren’t even about her ESP. She was quite the woman, my grandmother was. She was ridiculous - definitely a weirdo. There’s that time she snuck gummy bears into her purse to eat throughout the church service at my first communion, and then did the same at my brothers. The time she told us she made us a cake when we came to visit, and it was clearly store bought. It was literally in a plastic cake tray, yet she still insisted she had made it herself. That wasn’t even the best of it. On closer inspection, we realized she had actually already eaten a piece and just smushed the rest of the pieces closer together to make it look like a full cake. I remember sneakily going through her drawers as a little kid, marvelling at her extensive ring collection but wondering why they were all different sizes (they were stolen, that’s why). There’s also her collection of stolen pens and wallets as well. I feel it’s important to note that she never actually stole wallets with money in them, just the actual wallets themselves. She was strange like that. Finally, there’s the infamous story of her getting caught shoplifting, where my dad and his family had to go bail her out of jail on Christmas Eve.

The day after she died, someone asked me whether we were close. I responded with, “no, not really,” something I immediately regretted. See, we weren’t really that close in the traditional sense. Not as close as other grandparents and grandchildren are or seem to be, at least. She lived in Hamilton, we’d go visit her once and a while. I’d call her once and a while. We had a strange relationship though, outside of this. While my grandfather (who died a couple of years ago also) immediately loved my brother, I was my grandmother’s favourite (I don’t feel the need to be modest because it’s very true, I was). In all my baby pictures she’s the one who’s holding me. I’ve been told that I’ve been similar to her since the day I was born. If you have that one family member who is just fundamentally like you, you’ll understand. I made the same facial expressions as her and liked the same things as her before I even knew she liked them too. As I got older, at family gatherings - events I have began to find ridiculously awkward and difficult to find a place it - she’d wink at me from across the table and ask me to walk her to the bathroom or to get more food at times I thought nobody noticed my discomfort. I’ve had few people that I’ve felt completely understood with, and I adored her for it. Especially in the last two years, when she’d come over for a visit we’d always talk for quite a while. She was always interested in my life, and asked me questions about my friends and my school while I loved to hear stories of when she was young. We always had things to talk about.

She was wickedly smart, even in her old age - she could remember dates and names and events far faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. Although she never really did anything with it (which is why I think the boredom shoplifting became a frequent pastime - just my hypothesis) she was somehow able to get everything the wanted without working a day in her life. Although not a quality that seems impressive on its own, it’s representative of her impressive talent for speaking. Everything from the way she presented herself to the way she talked, it was almost impossible not to like her. She also had this incredibly vitality, or energy, that made her seem always interesting or important. She always wanted to live very fully (and sometimes dramatically, but what can I say), that it’s become a sort of joke that she was so excited about everything that she never realized she was old. It’s these things that I hope to have inherited or one day come to have acquired as talents. While it’s frequently said by my family that my grandmother and I are similar, it’s a comparison I appreciate and hope to one day live up to.

To put it honestly, I’m still very upset at the lack of attention that was given by my family when she died, and I may not get over it (for a while, at least). By no means did I know her as well as my dad or his siblings, but I’m recognizing that the way I knew her was very different than any of them. Yet I still feel it is necessary that this piece of writing exists somewhere, just so I can feel a bit better about things. This post makes up the bulk of what I would have said about her if anyone had cared to ask. And it seems I do miss her a lot.

So on that last note, I’ll bring an extremely overdue post to a close. Thanks for hanging in until the end.