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writing-till-i-am-dead · 6 months ago

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Bengan oneshot - Confession

Ask and you shall receive! <3

Logan likes stars. Ben knows this. Ben likes music. Logan knows this.

They liked to go out stargazing together, listening to songs like Stardust by Nat King Cole, Fade Into You by Mazzy Star, Strange Time by Matt Maltese, and whatever else Ben felt like putting in the queue. Logan wasn't too picky about what kind of music they listened to. And besides, Ben had good music taste.

"Play that song we were listening to last night! Um, what was it..?" Logan tapped his fingers on the telescope, thinking. "♪And then I go and spoil it all by saying something-♪"

Ben cut him off by tapping on his shoulder and signed "Something Stupid?"

Logan nodded. "Ya! That one!"

Ben nodded and pulled out his phone. In all honesty, he didn't want Logan to sing along to it. Just imagining him saying the words 'I love you', even if not directed at him, was too much for his heart.

Ben liked Logan a lot. But he was bad at expressing this. He's been trying to make it a bit obvious. Lately he's been playing more romantic songs like Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley, Heart to Heart by Mac DeMarco, and Love Like You from Steven Universe. But Logan didn't seem to be picking up on the hints, which makes everything so much more difficult. Though, he was also kind of grateful. Logan actually knowing Ben liked him scared Ben a lot. Like... a lot, a lot.

Ben got the song playing and Logan looked through his telescope, humming along, murmuring, "♪...I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me...♪"

He watched Logan hum and murmur the lyrics, but before the words "I love you" could be said, he tapped on Logan's shoulder.

"Hm? What's up?"

Ben hesitated. What now? He just wanted to stop Logan before he could even mutter out those 3 lyrics. Those 3 words that would buzz through his head and have him repeat multiple fake scenarios that would never happen because how could they ever happen? How could Logan ever say "I love you" to him? Stupid, stupid brain.

Ben though before he signed, "What constellations are out?"

Logan smiled a little disappointedly. "Sadly, I can't tell. It's pretty cloudy tonight. But I can see a planet! Come check it out!"

Ben peaked through and saw a very bright object in the sky. Before he would've assumed it was just a really bright star. But due to spending so much time with Logan, he's gotten better at telling the differences apart.

"Which planet is that?"

"That's Venus! The most toxic of the planets. Which is ironic because it's named after the Roman goddess, Venus, who was pretty shallow, especially as her Greek counterpart!"

Ben thought about the name. He was really no good at Greek nor Roman mythology. He was more of a Norse mythology enjoyer.

Logan could tell by his face he was struggling to remember which goddess Venus was.

"She was the goddess of love!" Logan told him, causing Ben's shoulders to jump.

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love....

What kind of weird sign was this? What, are the literal planets now calling him out for his crush!? That's not fair! And it kind of pissed him off a little, but he knew, deep down, that it would be stupid to get aggressive over a planet. Seriously, what kind of person would be like that. If he showed Logan he had anger issues that bad, he'd scare him off for sure. Like, ya, Logan already knows about the anger issues, but he doesn't know their full extent.

Logan nudged Ben a little, smiling at him. "The stars get red and oh, the night's so blue.."

Ben takes a moment to process what's happening, but before he knew it, Logan said the words.

"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you..."

Ben stands there for a moment, processing this. Logan definitely hadn't directed that at him... No way.

Ya.. Logan looking at him expectantly, eyes big, blushing was all just Ben's imagination... definitely...

Logan clenches his fists and awkwardly turns away and Ben jumps, waving his arms to get his attention again before signing, "Frank Sinatra is pretty great, right?"

Logan gives him this weird look before sighing. "Ya. He is.."

They both look at the sky and Ben hesitates. He's doing something wrong. He did something wrong. He could tell by Logan's face. And Ben had a feeling what it was. But he had trouble being able to say it. How could he? Could he really be deserving to try and confess to anyone without actually saying it? Would that even count as a real confession?

He thinks for a moment before deciding "screw it" and grabbing his phone and frantically typing into Spotify the song he wants.

The song Yesterday by The Beatles began to play. Logan glanced curiously at Ben and Ben looked at him before sitting down on the grass. He gestured for Logan to join him, which he did.

Ben stared at him for a moment before finally getting the courage to do it.

He began to sign the lyrics for the song, frantically, scared to make any eye contact with Logan.

"Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away.."

He hesitates on some of the lyrics, but he feels he got the message across... hopefully.

Once the song comes to a slow end, Ben tightly closes his eyes, waiting for Logan to say something. But he didn't. So Ben looked up, greeted to the site of Logan tearing up.

"What are you trying to tell me with this...?"

Ben hesitates, wanting to reach over, to wipe away his tears and tell him he doesn't need to cry.

"I'm in love with you, Logan," he signs. "But I don't feel I could be worthy. You don't know me how I used to be. I was so much more worthy of love back then. Now I'm not."

"You stupid-!" Logan exclaimed. "I don't care who you used to be! What, you got more aggressive? You can't talk? Who cares!? I don't! But don't push me away!"

Ben sits there, stunned, and Logan realizes what he said and shyly hunches his shoulders, blushing from embarrassment. "Sorry for yelling... But you get what I'm trying to say, right..?"

Ben hesitates, fidgeting nervously before slowly nodding.

Logan sighs. "'Yesterday' you may have been someone different.. but that doesn't matter because you are who you are now. I've changed too."

Ben looks down. Logan has changed. He's more confident, he's stronger, too.

"But you changed for the better."

"It's all a matter of perspective. I know a couple of guys who think I've changed for the worse because now they can't pick on me. And I may not have known who you used to be, but... you were bound to grow into who you are now because of it."

Before Ben could sign back a response, Logan took his hand into his.

"You grew into someone I love..."

Ben freezes. His heart freezes. His brain freezes. Time itself freezes.

Logan likes Ben. Ben never knew this.

Ben likes Logan. Logan always knew this.

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bloogers-boogers · 1 year ago

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I truly believe Kyle is a chubby chaser, the episode were he supposedly started ‘realizing’ (i still don’t believe he actually liked her like that) his feelings for Heidi she was already gaining weight, a chubby girl.

He’s into smart girls (rebecca) thats for a fact, cute (nichole; she’s smart but she was a new girl when Kyle asked her out so he didn’t know her like that), someone he can protect/help (Leslie) and lastly he’s shown to not care about a girl’s weight unlike *cough cough* Butters im still not over what he said to lisa boi got no filter (atleast he was honest ig)💀

Heidi had all those qualities! (Smart, cute, need protection/help and~ chubby)

You know who’s also smart? Cartman (he can be stupid and very ignorant in many things, but boi got brains when he sets a goal in mind)

Cute? Cartman (As much as we hate to admit it, the boy got that charming look, he literally manipulated chutulu with his ‘cuteness’)

Need of protection/help? Cartman (boy is messed up as it is, It’s obvious he needs help but he also needs someone to guide him in the right path/ be the one to give him that push for change (I’d say a ‘light push', but it’s gonna be a rough ride being fr here), but most importantly also someone he’ll actually listen; Kyle. Believe it or not Cartman does listen to Kyle and he also is the first Cartman looks firstly for reassurance (like in gluten free and in jewpacabra). Cartman never takes Kyle's word for granted.

We’ve seen Kyle protect him from snooki, save his ass by being frozen and drowned. (Kyle has a weak spot every time he sees a vulnerable Eric Cartman).

Chubby? Cartman (we all know he’s from a heavier scale than the rest of the boys but we’re shown Kyle doesn’t seem to care about that superficial stuff)

You cannot tell me most of the kids in that school aren’t shallow they literally have a table that separates the ugly kids from them. But Kyle has been shown to look into more in the depths of a person (getting to know them) things like that than superficial. Like the times the boys were complimenting the girls photoshop pictures and Kyle mentions about Annies eyes being beautiful while the others were talking about their physics.

These are all things Kyle is seen interested in a girl for what I gathered watching the show.

And we return to what i mean when I say Kyle is/possibly could be a chubby chaser. Theirs a trait about kids resembling their parents in some ways

Stan got addiction problems like his dad, he got them image/ego issues too, he actually kinda resembles Randy alot in the deep learning/ post covid episode/specials when it comes to his relationship with Wendy or his pessimistic attitude. I only conclude from this is that Wendy is Stan's 'Sharon' an Stan is Wendy's 'Randy'.

And it confirms for me with the last episode of season 26 when Randy calls Sharon cause he's just a wreck with out her, just like in the post covid special good ending Stan and Wendy meet up and seem to have a sorta thing still going on (she isn't even with that Darwin guy either, atleast he wasn't shown).

He’s very emotional and cares deeply for things that matter to him, he definitely got that from his mother (the school shooting ep we’re shown how emotionally wrecked sharon was bc of it but no one else seemed to care not even Stan himself, and just like with the whales no one else seem to care BUT Stan and that pissed him off)

Also, let's not shrug off the fact that Randy and Sharon marital problems have been a thing since the early seasons. There was points when they divorced/seperated two times (three house, assburgers episode), points were their marriage was on breaking points like with the shakeweight episode or times when we taught it'll be finally over between the two (when Randy was sent to jail) and in post covid good ending he's shown to still be apart of Stan's life and I wouldn't be surprised if both actually kept it together for this exact consistency.

Matt and Trey have a thing to keep adult parings with an interesting dynamics, it isn't all sweet and sugar coated, they tend to show these issues in many other marriages of sp aswell.

Like Kenny's parents (abusive alcoholics/ argue all the time), Butters (closeted man/ sad pyscho wife/ strict parents), Cartman's (single crack whore mom/ deadbeat absent dad (decease now)/ lonely and financially struggling while raising a psycho kid) and even Kyle's (asshole dad/ overbearing mother/ have intimacy issues).

Kenny, he resembles his parents, yes he does. The fact that he likes to get high (frustrated and gets angry/doesn't care, once his already influenced deep in it; cat piss, sexual healing ep) We've seen he's willing to push his friends aside when his already lost into that type of crap or cares little of what his family would go through once he technically kills himself for some 'great' orgasm or being giving a blow job (these are reasons for his curse ofcourse cause he knows he'll come back, but still, his addiction and attitude are still the same throughout the show) and is a porn addict (the magazines, and sexual knowledge he knows for his age).

We've seen these qualities in both his parents.

They don't care being seen drinking or taking crack, like Kenny who doesn't care to be seen by his friends getting high with cat piss. They're very oblivious/don't care about the worries their children go through when they get into it, Kenny doesn't care. I mean c'mon, once he was done with the cat piss he didn't learn his lesson there he straight up went to get high with some flowers infront of his already relieved friends back to square one getting them concerned again.

I suppose we could say he got addiction problems just like Stan, but in a different way. Stan's more of a genetic thing because of his family history/ depression. Kenny on the other side is more of the shitty household he lives in, a copping mechanism.

And Cartman resembles his mom in the artistic side. We're shown that both Liane and Cartman love to sing, Liane also likes to paint. Cartman is more of a photography lover, drawing, singing, song writer, instruments (violin, harmonica) these are all artistic qualities.

Liane is manipulative with the magic of pampering and food. Cartman is manipulative with a sugarcoating voice and has skill on knowing what would get somebody convinced.

And I have a suspicion that Jack Tenorman was some narcissistic lying bastard okay? If he cheated on his wife and was willing to lie about his true identity to his sad desperate son who just wanted to know who his dad was just for a broncos game, then he ain't good.

I'm gonna mention these, just cause these are the few couples I recall being shown in the show.

Tweeks; they're coffee addicts/ seem to be caring and understanding (sorta). (He's very emotional/caring, and a very stressful/nervous kid because of his anxiety/coffee addiction)

Tuckers; they got that same 'I don't give a fuck' attitude literally flipping themselves off at the table. (Craig definitely resembles his dad the most, and in post covid his appearance aswell)

Blacks; they're chill people don't seem to want to get into much trouble. (Tolkien doesn't like to get into conflicts he'd rather chill on the sidelines)

Donovans; dad is passive, while his mother was a little overbearing. (Clyde can be passive/emotional on times but they're times he goes overboard like in the stick of truth game)

Now, with that said, it's Kyle's turn. We've been countless times reminded how Kyle resembles his mother the most. But when it comes to Gerald were only told that he looks like him. Atleast I don't recall anything else.

Kyle's parents are very opened when it comes to talking, experimenting. Have you seen how Sheila always ready to talk to Kyle about things he doesn't know? Or how comfortable she is talking to Gerald freely, that even Gerald had admitted to her that he likes to watch porn on his computer? How Gerald let Sheila have her way with chef (chef aid ep.)

It's shown their relationship is the strongest/ got their shit together among the four main parents. But ofcourse it's not perfect.

Gerald has this fear of pissing off Sheila, and Sheila well, as much as she's a good mother. She's overbearing and can go all crazy.

Qualities Kyle has. He fears his mom's wrath but also is the most similar to her.

He isn't like his dad who's some manipulative asshole behind his wife's back. Kyle's caring and wants what's right but has a temper so he kinda goes overboard and messes up sometimes.

This is were I come to the conclusion, that he may resemble Gerald in the fact that his in love with someone many wouldn't choose.

Like in the ups episode there was a ongoing joke that 'damn someone was willing to do it with Kyle's mom' type of joke.

Kyle's mom is overweight so the joke could be mostly aim from there, but if you think of it clearly. Many are afraid of pissing her off because of her 'bitchy' attitude. And she also has a past of being well, from Jersey.

Now. She's overweight in both that time and now, and I wouldn't be surprised that in the times we're she lived in jersey she was a complete bitch by the picture were shown in a jersey thing episode. She seem disastrous back then.

So meeting Gerald changed her. Gerald fell in love even when she was like that; a 'jersey monster'. They moved to South park and got away from that place, and Sheila has mellowed down from those jersey genes. I have no doubt he probably found that personality hot and thrilling at the time, he probably likes that sorta thing tbh. I feel like Gerald was a dweeb back in those college years, focusing on his carrier and stuff, taking things serious, being very uptight in a sense. Something I feel Sheila would be interested in, someone different, opposite of her. Cause we know she didn’t like that jersey in her but she couldn’t help it and being around other jersey folks just worsen her so it was inevitable for Gerald to stand out from the crowd. He was different. And for Gerald she was different; probably not the type of girl he’d pictured himself being with, yet still did.

(I also hc Sheila not being Jewish she was Christian until she met Gerald and got a wider view/ got closer to the religion falling in love with it.)

Being drawn to each other like opposite magnets.

And well, that redhead with brunette theory going on if u know you know;)

I feel I can resemble this with Kyle and Cartman. Cartman is disastrous, he’s a mess. And somehow Kyle's drawn to it, Cartman is a person not many would choose but I feel Kyle would. He’ll fall in love with both crazy Cartman and redeemed Cartman, cause i genuinely cant see anyone else help Cartman actually change for the better that isn’t Kyle (atleast to get a good ending for all main 4).

Cartman has also been shown to be in a mixture of being confused/ conflicted on what to believe when it comes to religion; switching between Chatolic, Christianity and Judaism it's been like that through the course of the show. Out of the four it's him and Kyle who are only shown to question their religion/ beliefs. It kinda feels like the show is trying to imply something?

And i also don’t picture their relationship to be all cute, it’s a well balanced relationship between healthy and toxic. If that makes sense?

Kinda like Gerald and Sheila’s, they’re not perfect but they balance each other out and yet even with those imperfections they’re still so in love with each other.

They also make a good dynamic.

Qualities i see a kyman relationship being.

Its funny to see Sheila being a bitch just like it’s funny to see Kyle be all pissy. Gerald is an manipulative ass? Guess who’s also a way worse manipulative asshole, yet still funny af and brings humor to the show? Cartman

It's funny to see Gerald be scared shitless of his wife just as funny when we see how scared Cartman is to actually piss Kyle off.

Kyle and Cartman are the perfect mixture of both.

But in personalities; Kyle his mother and Cartman Kyle's dad. Atleast relationship wise and how I feel the pairing dynamics work.

Cartman being Kyle's "Gerald" and Kyle being Cartman's "Sheila".

Technically the main dads (main fours) are the boys insight of what could be of their future partners, atleast that's how I view both Randy and Gerald's similarity on to Stan and Kyle (who are the main boys): both best friends, have a respective partner (Sharon, Sheila) along their side and fathers (Stan and Shelley, Kyle and Ike).

Post covid good ending gave me some more fuel to this about how Kyle only had TWO children; one boy being the eldest and a little sibling while Cartman had three instead of going full on stealing Cartman's past family. Gerald also had two children Kyle was the eldest son a boy and had a little sibling and I have no doubt if Stan were to get with Wendy they'll have two children aswell; their first born being a girl too like Shelley and a little brother like Stan.

Anyways my mind is kinda on a brainrot rn I need help, this ship is gonna end me

I just don’t see a good all flowers and rainbows actual healthy relationship in south park universe. Not only isn’t it realistic but it isn’t the type of dynamic i believe matt and trey would aim for.

If it isn’t either good/ but kinda chaotic sometimes or it’s nothing but down bad toxic/ bland/ has no real attachment to the characters.

Even creek has had their fair share of course they’re not toxic but like in the buda box theres some small ups and downs yk. I feel like some personal space would be the issue here cause Craig seems to not always want to deal with tweek's shit. But yk that’s just Craig not knowing how to establish it. (Yet their relationship has no affect in the course of the show/ main four dynamic)

Stendy relationship has communication issues. (Has no affect in the sidelines)

Clybe relationship has more of a complicated label. Bebe using Clyde for shoes or Clyde being an uncaring asshole using ai for convos. (Has no effect in the show/ main four)

Kennys relationships are only seem to last little but kinda okay until Kenny wants to escalate things further while the girl’s completely oblivious about it. (Has no effect in the sidelines/ use as a joke)

I think butters relationship with Charlotte is fine until Butters misogynistic side comes out. (No affect in the sidelines)

Heiman relationship was a toxic relationship. (Did have an affect on the show/ main four dynamic; Kyle) there was a lot of shifts in Cartman's personality that it was just painful to keep watching for both Heidi and Cartman.

Kyman relationship wouldn’t be just a neat-o relationship, i see it being very flexible in that aspect and I don’t see it changing their dynamic between the two or the main four. Cartman also wouldn’t change for the sake of keeping a relationship he’d actually change for good reasons. Having someone who already knows him wont make him feel like he’s cornered or forced to change/lie about being a good person, but being around a good influence (kinda) in his life could shape him in different ways. Healthy in a sense.

Their relationship could be use in a humorous way and a serious one!

#south park #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #kyman #sp kyman #random shit post ☆#i hate myself for this i wasn't in my right mind writing this down srry💀#i guess technically he isn’t into chubby girls but more into someone whose opposed to him he's attracted towards #lmao this rant went everywhere to absolutely nothing 😂

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koolkat9 · 2 years ago

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@bluudpop you have inspired me to expand on the human au with these tags though I diverge from them quite a bit...

GILBERT AND LUDWIG

Okay! Starting with Gil. Actually I don't think he's divorced or was ever married. He had Ludwig young like 16/17 either because he was pressured into sex by his girlfriend or because he was having a religious crisis and he had sex as a way to try to break free from the church.

Anyway, the girl ends up pregnant and her parents are not happy. Gil's dad (Germania) is also not happy, but he at least realizes that there is no changing this so he makes sure his son is involved through the pregnancy. The girl's parents are hard on her and as much as Gil tries to make his house a safe space for her, as soon as the baby is born, she dumps the baby on Gilbert and makes a run for it.

Luckily Gilbert has the support of his dad through it all. Until his dad suddenly passes away when Gilbert is 20 and little Ludwig is only 3/4. Gil no longer has that safety net. It's just him and Ludwig and now he's completely responsible for Ludwig's well being. Not to mention he's mourning his father who was that figure always there for him (Gil's mom died before he was 3).

Very lost and with a pile of money from his dad, he moves to a small town, opens up a mechanic shop. He finds out there is a parent support group at the recreation center and decides to go. It also has a daycare type thing while the parents talk so it would be good to get Ludwig socializing since that has been a struggle.

ARTHUR, ALFRED AND MATTHEW (AND FRANCIS)

I've been actually wait for an au where Fr//Uk divorces and Arthur is put the position of being the primary caregiver. Anyway, Arthur actually was married, but he's currently getting divorced from Francis. They had adopted the twins together, but it just added strain on their already strained relationship and they both knew that it was in the best interest of the kids that they separate. But it's hard on Arthur because he really loved Francis, they were together since highschool, spend college together. Now he's alone and he starts being the primary caregiver to the twins as Francis becomes more and more distant. Francis sees the kids yes, but they become more like an uncle/aunt.

One five year old child is a handful and two feels impossible. He's at least lucky Matthew is a well behaved child. Quiet, keeps to himself, has some issues with some of his clothing (sensitive to texture) and socially he seems to struggle, but otherwise never causes any fuss. Al on the other hand his bouncing off the walls, with a nose for trouble, consuming all of Arthur's time. Arthur is missing how Matthew is struggling and Matt feels kind of cast off to the side.

And Arthur is not doing mentally well. His mental health has rarely ever been good, but the divorce and parental stress has sent him spiraling. Oh. I just had a bad but juicy idea. Arthur having an issue with alcohol and gets blackout drunk with the twins around. Alastair catches wind of it and is absolutely pissed. But Dylan steps in, gives Arthur the ultimatum of getting help for his alcoholism or they'll take the kids. Of course Arthur chooses to get help (reluctantly, but still, those kids mean the world to him). Alastair doesn't trust him and basically moves in and helps him with the boys.

Dylan finds the parent support group and encourages Arthur to go. Arthur doesn't want to, but Dylan convinces him some way. And that's how Arthur ends up at the support group with Gil.

I want to add more parents but I don't know who...Feel free to suggest more parents because these are like the only two family units I have a lot of thoughts about.

I'll talk more about the kids in another post

#hetalia #hws #parent support group au #hws england #hws prussia #hws germany #hws france #hws scotland #hws canada #hws america #fruk break up #unrequited fruk

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happi-tree · 2 years ago

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For the ship ask game hmmm... 😌 Well I already know you're not very into gothcleats but perhaps that one anyways! Otherwise... 😆 Ahaha can I ask a few?? How about hencedes, glennry, sparrow/nicky, and nark? No worries if you don't feel up for doing all of them! 💜

Hi, Bababird! Hope you're having a beautiful day 🖤🖤🖤 And yes ofc I can whip up some gothcleats for you! And the other ones!!! I am always willing to provide my silly little thoughts 😌

Alright (ha), as promised: gothcleats time!

Honestly? I don't mind it! I think there's a lot of fun parallels and intertwining themes to be found in their extant relationship, and I definitely enjoy looking at the cute fanart I've seen of them on occasion. I probably would ship it if my lesbian Scary hc wasn't so real to me! I would absolutely adore seeing them in a qpr though - I actually really like the idea of the teens all being in a qpr together. Nobody comes between Scary and her boys 😤😤😤 Nonetheless, Link and Scary have such an interesting dynamic and I feel like it's very much been a highlight over the past few episodes - I mean, Link breaking the anchor of love as an act of solidarity with Scary? Link refusing to let Scary go even as she Eldritch Blasts him? The genuine fear in Scary's voice when she thinks she might've killed Link??? It's so much, truly it is. I'm SO excited for whatever Matt and Beth have planned with their characters going forward, and while it's not my personal cup of tea romantically, I truly do love the gothcleats relationship!

Okay next up: Hencedes!

HENCEDES T4T BI4BI COUPLE OF ALL TIME!!!! NON-NEGOTIABLE!!! They are truly so much if I think about them too hard I will start crying!!! Everything about them is so fucking sweet and lovely and truly. Relationship goals fr!!! They're so strange and bizarre separately and even MORE strange and bizarre together and their devotion to each other is so so so very precious to me. Like. Their story makes me so unhinged actually I am so glad they exist. Mercedes really truly takes all of Henry's oddities in stride and he does the same for her,,, their cute little nicknames for each other,,, they would lay down their lives for each other without a second thought and I love them so much for that. I want nothing but happiness for them forever and ever and ever ok (looks pointedly at the current state of s2). I am a Hencedes stan first and a person second thank you <333

Okok next: Glennry!

In case you haven't realized. *Slaps "HUGE MULTISHIPPER" sticker on my forehead* like yourself, Baba, I also contain multitudes 😌 Anyway Glennry is SO fun to rotate around in my head, personally. I think they could learn quite a bit from each other as partners - with Glenn, Henry could get a bit more in touch with his rebellious side, and Henry could help Glenn in his struggles with emotional vulnerability. Their friendship works well as is in canon, obviously (well, s1 canon since we're not entirely sure what's going on with s2 Henry yet), but the potential of them as romantic partners is so great and so fun! They should kiss. For funsies. At least to piss off Bear Ry'Oak, if anything else <3

Up next: Sparrow/Nicky (/Spark/lovesong/highjinx/whatever other fun names exist for these two)!

And if I told you Spark was my latest obsession. What then. Literally I have been losing my mind over them for the past few days (thanks Nyx and Ivy <3) and I show no signs of regaining normalcy anytime soon!!! I just think there is SO much potential for exploring a romantic relationship between the two of them - or even something like a qpr, if you wanna go the Sparoace route! Literally could not get to sleep last night because I was thinking about them so hard. Similarly to Oakworthy, both Nick and Sparrow have such deep-seated issues regarding identity - Sparrow seems to define himself by being half of a matched set and doesn't really let himself be anything other than the Sparrow part of Lark-and-Sparrow. Nicky, of course, has. Gestures at the entire latter half of s1. And I think that if anyone can understand what either of them are going through, it's each other - and maybe they can just exist together. Without labels or expectations - not Nicholas, Jodie's son, or Sparrow, the more stable twin, or Nick, Glenn's son - just being Nicky and Sparrow and maybe also being in love. I also just think the imagery of it is wonderful - druid and demon, summer and winter, life and death, plant life and fire. Real Hades-and-Persephone type shit, which I personally love to see!

And lastly, finally, Nark!

So sorry to all the Nark stans out there but Sparrow/Nick has so thoroughly taken over my brain. I do love the idea of this ship - not only the aesthetics (hehe the demonic savior and the fallen angel), but the tragedy of it all - how the love may have been there, and in another world it may have been enough, but that world isn't this one. I have read many a Nark fic and I'd be hard-pressed to find one I didn't like, but it's not my go-to ship, personally. On another note, though, I do think Nark has some hilarious comedic potential as well - especially when paired with other ships like Sparrow/Cassandra (thank you tumblr user llumimoon for that particular piece of fanart - you know the one, I'm pretty sure you still have it pinned, Baba). But yeah! Fun ship - not my personal fave, but one that's very, very neat to pick apart and analyze!

Annnnnnnd I think that about wraps up my thoughts - for anyone who read this far, I'm giving you forehead kisses /p because that was A Lot. Thanks for the ask, Bababird!!! 🖤

#on an entirely separate note the 'i'm sending them to superhell' space is SO funny considering. superhell is a Canonical Place skjdbgkhsdbs #this was. very long. but yes i hope you enjoy baba!!! so many thoughts about all of these truly #thanks for the ask lovebird!!!#ask game #babacontainsmultitudes #dndads #gothcleats #hencedes #glennry #spark #lovesong #nark #ok i. think that's all the tags i need. phew!#happi rambles

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sheinthatfandom · 7 months ago

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Tonight is the night!!! God the card for dynasty is so fucking stacked literally the only one I’m like eww no is Jericho and even then I’d be fine if he was on zero hour but whatever. Anyway time for me to make my winner predictions of who I want vs what I think is booked to win

Zero hour

Let’s start with Trent vs Matt sydal: I’d love to see Trent lose because I’m a Yuta girl and Trent should always lose lol. But more than likely especially cause of the best friend breakup storyline Trent would need the win far more and it would make sense for him to win over Matt who involved himself in the feud and helped orange.

Orange and shibata Vs Shane taylor promotions: it’s orange and shibata even if Anthony cheats and gets involved I can’t see orange and shibata losing ohhh unless Trent’s match actually does go first and he causes orange to lose… seems like a lot for a buy in though

The acclaimed vs bullet club gold: THIS SHOULD BE ON THE MAIN CARD!!! How tf is the unification of the two actual company belts not be put on the main card the actual FUCK!!! Tk I hope your pillow is never cool. I want BCG to win they’re fun, they’re entertaining, they’ll be insufferable as double champs, they will have a feud with anyone. Thanks to the win on dynamite though I think it’s gonna be the acclaimed who will be booked to win and make all the belts useless because they’re never on tv they have zero feuds going on and caster will continue to be a cunt online.

Main card time

Jericho vs hook: this should be on the pre show the ftw belt is not legitimate and there’s been no real build for this they didn’t even have beef until Wednesday. Anyway I wanna see Hook win cause Jericho needs to go far away but I feel like Jericho booked himself to win to hold the ftw belt and will probably have a run in from Sammy.

Rated R chicken Kings vs house of black: I have no idea if that’s their name they have no name and I love them for it lol Eddie and mark should never suffer losses ever actually. Plus it’s a team of champions sorry HOB

Julia vs willow: I think with the storyline and Mercedes and Julia’s injuries we’re getting a title change. Julia wasn’t a bad champ at all and honestly made the tbs title a big deal it just sucks she got injured and couldn’t be on tv every week fighting. Willow will be a great champion and Julia can still be spooky and get involved.

Okada va pac: okada stole Eddie’s belt no one should beat him but Eddie in my humble simp opinion.

The young bucks vs ftr: if the fucking bucks lose again I will be cursing tk to lose all the hair on his head and grow it out of his nose and asshole. The bucks shoulda NEVER loss at Wembley and they need their win back. Especially after seeing the video nope evps win hire me as the ref I’ll make sure to count correctly

Kyle vs rodrick: I know with the whole never able to pivot and the Adam and mjf injury thing we haven’t been able to do the Undisputed Kingdom storyline like everyone wanted but let it GO! Give Kyle his win give Kyle the belt give Kyle the fucking WORLD okay my beautiful sad eyed air guitar boo boo kitty man gets it all.

Toni storm vs thunder Rosa: the way I need Toni to go berserk on Rosa but also for deonna to get involved in a if I can’t beat her I’ll be damned you will story beat. Personally the only person who should dethrone Toni is Mariah and she’s not ready yet.

Will Vs Bryan: is it too early to call this match of the night i mean we all know that it’s gonna be right? Personally I’d love to see Bryan take the win prove he’s still the best (make zacks win that much more legitimate) and piss off don that his golden goose lost (3 days before his other teams loss when mox spanks Hobbs) and drive more a wedge between don and will forcing Kyle to make a choice (not my brain jumping right back to cakeys will Claudio Kyle fic high key rec)But this is tk and wills first PPV as a full time aew worker it’s probably gonna be him

Samoa Joe Vs Swerve Strickland: OUR FIRST EVER BLACK AEW MENS WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!

#aew #aew dynasty #dynasty prediction

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wendytestabrat · 2 years ago

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why butters is an awful character now

ok i’ve already talked about this in full length on my amino blog but like i feel like i have to talk about this shit again bc matt & trey still haven’t fixed this problem and it’s pissing me off lol. ok so like i think butters used to be an amazing character in the golden seasons in like seasons 6-9 when he started becoming a more prominent character and hanging out with the boys more. like those iconic cartman & butters episodes like awesom-o & casa bonita are some of my favs lol. but honestly i think they really ruined him around s12 or s13 when butters started becoming way more mean and douchey for no reason (prob bc the boys corrupted him) lol. i mean the appeal to butters character was how he WASN’T an asshole like the other kids and he was all nice and innocent and behaved like a normal kid that’s what made him funny. now it feels like every single butters episode is just for shock value at this point, like matt & trey seem obsessed with making butters be mean and act all edgy and out of character. i mean like it’s funny when it’s used in moderation bc like it’s cool seeing butters stand up for himself every once in a while when he’s always nice to people but now it’s like all the shock value is gone bc he does that in every single episode now and it’s getting old. like honestly i think the nightmare started in the episode “butters bottom bitch” which was out of character af for butters to do all that pimp shit & then he literally calls a girl fat & ugly in “the hobbit” and sells vapes with cartman in “tegridy farms” and just now in the recent episode he was being a dick to bebe for no reason so she kicked his ass. honestly you know it’s gotten bad when kyle is starting to seem more innocent than butters now lol like how kyle was the one who was against selling vapes while butters wasn’t. some may say it’s character development but it’s honestly just bad character development imo. and the other issue i have with butters now is he gets way too much screen time and appears in more episodes than some of the four boys lol. i’m sorry but i liked butters more as a secondary character and he’s usually only funny to me when he’s interacting with the boys or cartman is messing with him and they’re just using him for some scheme. i rlly don’t like seeing entire episodes focused just on butters bc he’s a lame character on his own & his parents are unlikable too and they’re in too many episodes. he’s honestly suffered the same fate as randy but no one wants to talk about that. you never wanna overuse a comic relief character bc the novelty gets old after a while. like literally the two worst episodes from s25 were the two butters centric episodes. that one where he was doing dressage was so stupid and i also didn’t care for the st patricks day one either. i think it says a lot when the best episodes from s25 people liked the most were the ones that focused on the other boys. my favs were “city people” which was a cartman centric episode and then “the big fix” was a stan episode and “help my teenager hates me” focused on all four but mainly kyle. i mean even on imdb those two butters episodes were the lowest rated ones the stupid ass dressage episode only got a 6.6 lol. i feel like it’s only the normies and casual fans that are obsessed with butters and say he’s their fav. when u take a closer look at the sp fandom and the rlly hardcore fans who watch every episode hardly anyone says butters is their fav lol everyone is mostly obsessed with the four boys.

#south park #butters #butters stotch

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okimargarvez · 2 years ago

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PARALLEL LINES

Original title: Parallel lines.

Prompt: what if after 15x10 garvez' date, what if CME premiere, Adam's "They can't decide if they are just friends or more".

Warning: possible spoiler.

Genre: angst, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, [mentioned: Roxy, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Tara Lewis, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Matt Simmons].

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 82 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘🔦❗.

Song mentioned: Ancora ancora ancora, by Tiziano Ferro.

GARVEZ STORIES

PARALLEL LINES

Few months after the first date

If you want to go, I understand you, if you leave me, I'll betray you, yes

He put that song on purpose, she has no doubt. She feels the weight of his eyes upon her, they trace caresses and brands in certainly not unknown places. She voluntarily turns away from him, feeling ridiculous. His giggle is a confirmation that she's right, and it makes her cheeks turn red. She wears one garment at a time, moving involuntarily with the music.

For him there is nothing more sensual. It's even more so than seeing her undressing. He is aware of how absurd his reasoning appears, so another laugh escapes him, which soon fades away. As soon as he remembers that taking off her clothes, with him, has always been a hasty and meaningless act.

But if I sleep on your chest, I won't stop loving you, no

He watches her bend down to rummage in the huge bag she's brought with her, like Mary Poppins's. And he knows she's doing it on purpose to piss him off. If before and during the act she is so ravenous and frantic, afterwards, when she is no longer in his arms, she seems to have lost all haste. But he is under no illusions that it is because she wants to postpone their separation as long as possible.

For that, it would be enough to stay.

She turns so abruptly that he makes a jump and at the same time retreat a few inches in bed.

You are gorgeous in love, sensual on my heart… yes

Her expression is hard, her cheekbones stiffened by the enormous effort she is making, trying to pass for what she is not. With him. With the only person who has always understood her, read her like an open book, she, who seems so transparent and instead how many dark shades she has hidden for years from the eyes of her best friends, her family. Because she believed that she must carry the burden by herself. -What's up? If you have something to say, just spit it.- she crosses her arms, making (maybe) involuntarily lift her still bare breasts. She is covered from the waist down. His eyes linger right on the colorful fringed skirt, so much at odds with her mood right now. It leaves half of her thigh exposed. The woman notices it and takes a step in his direction, right to challenge him.

And if I snatch a lament from you, it's important this moment of mine, because…

He raises his hands, innocently. -I didn't say a word.- meanwhile the song goes on, providing a perfect background, as if they were inside a movie. Each of her move seems to follow the music, her hips sway involuntarily, or, far more realistically, her body knows exactly what she wants and above all, it's incapable of lying. She doesn't answer right away, thus giving him time to wonder, for the fifteenth time, how the hell they got to this point.

She wears the bra and, in a flash, also the top, low-cut of course. After that, she finally opens her mouth again. -You're judging me.- she accuses him bluntly. -You're staring at me as if I were preparing to betray you.- man doesn't have time to reply, however, because she continues, her voice more and more sharp. It's so far away from the Garcia he fell in love with, yet, how can you stop loving someone? Nobody ever taught him that. -Maybe you don't remember that we only slept together sometimes, we haven't a real relationship and you have no right to be jealous.- this is the last dig. Yet, if he could eliminate that harsh tone, if he focused exclusively on her eyes, he would see that she is shaking inside, and how much suffering she is causing first of all to herself, with her behavior.

Instead he jumps up and pulls the zipper that adorns her décolleté upwards, simultaneously drawing her towards himself, until their bodies are in contact.

I'm asking you again, your body, again, your arms, again, to hug me again…

-Yeah, we just fuck, right?- he deliberately chooses to use that vulgar term, with the precise aim of making her feel a crumb of what she provokes in him, but he regrets it halfway through the sentence, and the last words sound like a whisper. But she has heard it and with a shove sends him back on the bed.

She promises herself this was the last time. Because every night that passes, it's harder and harder to leave and she can't afford it. Not even with him. Maybe she's just not emotionally ready to have a real, serious, full, and deep story since she's still on grieving process of being out of the BAU. Someone might tell her that she wanted it, chose it, everything of that. And that's why she doesn't talk about it with anyone, except with her own psychologist. She didn't even try with him. The thing that scares her most is that she doesn't know if she did it out of fear that he wouldn't understand her or for the exact opposite. -You weren't complaining at the time.- she replies after what seems like thousand years. She watches the numbers light up on the clock radio that doubles as a weather station, on the man's bedside table. She knows she's being late. She shivers, hoping he hasn't noticed.

…and to love me again and take me again, to make me die… again… because I still love you!

She'll never get to find out. He laughs, shaking his head, a giggle totally joyless. -Uh, sure.- he stops looking at her and this is perhaps what hurts her the most. -But who is the one that wanted it?- she clearly sees the harm she caused on him, it's not a matter of intuition, sensations, soul mates. It is clear, concrete. Since they've been in this non-relationship, she's watched him lose weight, from the stress of the responsibilities that have all come swoop on his head at once. Because, as they say, trouble never comes alone. And so, like a domino effect, Garcia's departure caused a tsunami through the team, making everyone wondering if they really were in the right place.

In a few weeks, or a few months, Spencer had decided that teaching was his priority, remaining available for consultations at the BAU, but officially leaving it, so as to have even more time to stay with Max and his mother. JJ, the last remaining piece of the original trio, had followed his example shortly after, moving away with her husband and family. Matt had been the last to leave. Emily and Rossi, on the other hand, were promoted and Tara had set off on a personal and dangerous mission. In that way, Luke was forced to face responsibility that he did not feel he had earned. But he had made a big mistake. When everything was going on in the best way, slow and gradual, with kisses, cuddles and TV series watched on the sofa, he had made a risky move, an all-in. I'm so lucky you are in my life, he just told her, after venting about the situation at the Bureau.

And Penelope felt crushed by that boulder of expectations. His happiness and his peace of mind depended on her (and Roxy), she was his lifeline! Instead of being happy about it, she'd been terrified of it. She wasn't ready, she would have been, but not in that moment, too little time had passed. He wasn't the only one who needed lightness. The last thing she wanted in the world, however, was to make him suffer, so she kept silent, she let herself be kissed and hugged, that same evening, then, then she completely changed her attitude, playing a part that didn't suit her, that of the jerk. First by not answering his calls and texts, then trying to see him as little as possible, finally yielding to a bitter compromise, to only have sex with him, behaving as if he were nothing but a piece of meat, even forcing herself to date other people (while never doing anything more than chatter).

Because he had to hate her, that was the only way he would get rid of that addiction. It would have hurt him, sure. She knew like she knows now how much he loves her, but she tried to turn that feeling into its opposite. Hoping that one day he can take one more step, the truly definitive one. Because it takes a moment to go from hate to love (and vice versa), but when indifference prevails, then it's really over.

Her plan has been going on for months, without great success. Luke shattered his dignity many times. The fact that with another woman, that with Lisa he hasn't done it and she's sure of it, only makes the situation worse. He doesn't care at all about censoring himself, being insulted or treated badly, so as not to lose her. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, damn it. She has lost count of times he has told her that he loves her, in a way so spontaneous, without any double purpose to extort from her declaration of equal value. She bends down to wear her shoes, lingering as long as possible, but doesn't turn away, to not allow him to see her tears. He would understand all and then this sacrifice would be useless. Luke has withered like a forgotten floor plan, yet, that light still shines in his eyes, with the same intensity. Why this is not enough for her? Why it's not enough to make her understand that he would wait for her, he would respect her times, that he's not Kevin! Nor Shane. That telling him to go slow would have make him suffer a cent of what he's experiencing now. Why she doesn't turn around, why she doesn't throw her arms around his neck and asks him to forgive her, to force her to stay, that the situation has gotten out of hand...

She keeps asking herself that, as she leaves the room, closes the door without slamming it, runs down the stairs, risk twisting her ankle, while she gets into the car and drives through the fog that envelops her heart. Luckily, she hasn't put on makeup yet.

She holds the promise for two weeks. She would like to be proud of herself, but she's not. A voice message where Roxy can be heard whining in the background breaks it like crystal. As they make love, sex or whatever, she's convinced that nothing has really changed, but it's only when they separate that she realizes how wrong she is. Unlike usual, it is he who walks away and wears on his suit, ignoring her while she dresses in turn. And as soon as she turns in his direction, he attacks her like a cobra.

-You're the one who didn't want a stable relationship!- he yells, dominated much more by anger than by pain. And this time he doesn't seem to regret at all. It comes out of nowhere, as if he were resuming an unfinished speech, and in part it is. -Even now that we don't work together anymore- yeah, he had intentionally waited that moment, right? He understood that she couldn't handle such a messy situation and he waited in silence, loving her without demanding nothing in return. -… so don't tell me that it was because of the no-fraternization rule.- Penelope remains silent, fearing that when she will half-open her lips, it will come out of her throat a cry so shrill as to kill her. All that she has kept on the bottom of her soul, that she tried to save hoping to avoid some pain to him, perfectly aware that she was committing bullshit. One chink is enough to destroy a dam. -The truth is that you're ashamed to be with me, you think I'm not enough for you.- that's new and it's so strong that it's like a punch in her stomach. Tears press to come out and they win, but Luke is so blinded that he can't see it and he interprets her silence as an assent. -And you're right.- he concludes, suddenly losing all the energy that animated him, collapsing like a deflated balloon.

Enough is enough. -No, no!- she protests, regardless of her tone, unable to conceive that he has given himself this justification for her behavior all this time. And that he really thinks he's not enough for her! No, she just can't tolerate it, not after she's watched him grow and blossom, from a lone wolf to an integral part of BAU family.

But he doesn't believe her or maybe he doesn't want to, because the straw finally breaks the camel and it's impossible to stop the process. -Don't deny, I don't want your pity.- now he finally notices the big drops running down the blonde's cheeks, but he interprets them the wrong way, screwing up every single notion of profiling he learnt. -No matter how fabulous sex with you is, it's not enough for me.- she already knew that, so she lets him continue. -I waited and accepted the compromise because I'm in love with you... I waited for you to realize that we could be more than occasional partners, as in that song.- his lips curl into the dullest smile she's ever had seen painted on his face. That face she would like to fill with kisses, the ears she would like to stun out of repeating that he's more than enough, for her, that he is everything, but she's so complicated, messed up, that it's no longer fair that she has to drop everything on him. And vice versa. Luke watches her, perhaps hoping she will say something. He nods to himself. -But it didn't happen and it won't.- he declares. -And now, if you'll excuse me, there's someone waiting for me.- he gets up and heads towards the bathroom, throwing his clothes behind him and coming back naked. Penelope takes a while before waking up and following him.

But she remains on the threshold. In front of all that goodness, she focuses only on his clear and very deep eyes. -So now you're dating someone out of spite?- she sees him shrug and adjusting the temperature of the water. For a moment she relives a flash of the only shower they took together, the playful fight between her wanting to become a lobster and he, who preferred arctic mode, as she had called it. -Do you really like someone else?- she is so stunned that she doesn't realize her own tone, how her body is behaving. -It's over?- she should hope for a yes, it would be the best success for her plan, but she holds on to the wall to keep from falling.

-Yeah.- he replies, even if she doesn't know to which of the two questions or maybe it applies to both. -Even if you are extraordinary, to me- and the use of the present tense, Lord, kills her more than anything else he can say -what you are willing to share with me is not enough.- she purses her lips, biting them. -I wish you the best that life can offer, because you deserve it.- uh no, it can't be, a stereotyped phrase straight out of a sitcom that everyone says "I don't watch" and then, it's always on the top ten.

In two steps she is inside the bathroom and she hugs him; she, perfectly dressed and he, totally naked, with an intensity she hasn't felt since that night when she decided to destroy everything before everything could destroyed her. He hugs her too, but it doesn't last too long; he gently pulls her away and brings is face close to hers, to give her a kiss on the cheek. She turns to touch his lips, but Luke won't let himself go and that's when she realizes how serious the situation is.

-If you've ever loved me, even a shred of as much as I love you, if you did it... go away, please.- and she just has to obey his last wish. They will love each other forever, until their last breath, they are both certain of this, but perhaps not all those who love each other can be together. It would be a too beautiful world, wouldn't it? And it is clear that they aren't made to concretely share their own reality. Instead of walking next to each other, they are always out of phase, like a video with the audio out of sync. When she takes a step towards him, he takes one step back and vice versa. They are parallel lines that are not meant to meet.

Nowadays

It's incredible. It's been over a year. He threw himself into work, letting his beard and hair grow, while never appearing sloppy. He learned bureaucrats jargon, the usefulness of compromise. He was able to parry every blow, the, fortunately rare, times when someone let that name slip.

He no longer wanted to know anything about her and in any case, she never looked for him either. Not that he hoped for it. It was right, she had let him go, to live a life he didn't want, with someone who wasn't her. But Lisa's experience had served him well and he hadn't had any intention of repeating it. After all, Roxy was enough for him. Covid hadn't stopped his work, because the killers, you know, could use guns and knives wearing a mask and gloves... well, many of them have been prescient, from this point of view.

Then that email arrived. They collected too many deaths. Rossi had been absent for a more than justified reason and, after months of having managed to make fun of himself and convince himself that he was over it, he had begun to talk to himself if it were better to lose your other half knowing how much it loved you or what had happened to him. The thought of her (he no longer dared even think of that name) dead, however, was not tolerable under any circumstances. Emily, then, had begun to demand more than he was able to give. And so, one by one, they had returned. Everyone but her. And he was fine with that.

Luke tries to slow down. He repeats to himself that maybe she doesn't even live here anymore, she might have moved again, but he knows he has little chance. And that he will not get off that easily. As he faces the last climb, he sees Dave's haunted eyes again as he told them about her (Penelope) toughness, her firmness in refusing the offer. And how everyone, not just JJ, had stared at him, alluding to something between him and the blonde with colourful glasses, convinced that everything had remained frozen at that evening at Rossi's place, dancing to Heroes tune. They didn't know shit, no one was aware of what happened next, of the developments. They were persuaded that they are still two (ex) colleagues who enjoy flirting without getting to the point. So why did Agent Jareau said that? You are the only one that can convince her.

To protect her as well as himself, he is now on her landing, trying to get his finger to press the bell. But it is anticipated. The door opens and a breathless but normal Garcia appears. And in defiance of all his conviction, here comes that disappointment. Because he sees no sign of change in her, anything that shows that their separation has had consequences in her life, as for him. But it's not right for him to demand something like that, he was (is) the one who was (is) crazy in love, wasn't it?

-Alvez?- she doesn't even seem shocked, almost as if it were normal to find him there without any warning, almost as if she was waiting for him. She steps aside and lets him in. She wears an apron. Immediately the scent of freshly made biscuits envelops him. -I was going to some neighbors to ask if they wanted to take a taste…- she shrugs. Modest, so tender and sweet, showing miniature pastry masterpieces. She is so much herself, the Penelope he fell so easily and deeply in love with, that he marvels at his own self-control.

Instead of jumping her, he nods and takes a breath. -The team sent me here to try to get you back. I know that JJ and Rossi have already did it, so I don't see why I should be able to change your mind…- he giggles, without looking at her. -... but I really don't even want to.- at the very last moment he decides to be brutally honest.

Certainly, he doesn't expect her reaction. -I know.- she whispers and he seems to recognize that sparkle in his eyes, which smells of walks and laughter, which has the taste of everything that could have been and wasn't. A huge potential thrown in the WC. She approaches the man slowly, almost like an animal studying another to decide how far can go. She strokes his arm down to the hand. -I know you never wanted to ask me that.- they never break eye contact.

The totally unexpected fact that not only she believes him, but that they can also have a normal conversation without shouting at each other, brings down the fragile wall built by the Latin during this very lonely year. -I was there those evenings when you ran away to the bathroom to cry suddenly, after watching the news, while you fought to not sink into the abyss that wanted to bring you back to it.- he in turn takes courage, while he speaks, gently touching her cheek. -That's why I seemed happy at the idea that you could leave the BAU, because I could see the way this job reduced you. And I had time to see you shine- he leaves an implicit "before you walked away" -when you started your new life.- he smiles and realizes that it is the first heartfelt smile he has made for almost two years.

-I remember it.- she replies, raising her face towards his, too close. -That's why you deserve a kiss.- she says it as if she were about to inflict a punishment on him, however giving him all the time to stop her. This thought doesn't even pass through Luke' brain. Only during kisses and hugs their lines finally seem to coincide. When they're not talking, they're not thinking, but just exist together.

Then he maintains contact, pulling her into a half hug. -I fell in love with you also because of your generosity…- it seems like a sentence that came out of nowhere, but she follows his line of reasoning perfectly.

-I had to learn that I have to think about myself too, and not just about the others...- she has time to reply, before Luke's cell phone starts ringing, breaking the atmosphere and the bubble that had formed around them. He reluctantly walks away and comes back to her five minutes later. -… you have to go.- she anticipates him. He nods, not daring to ask for another kiss, caress, something. They head for the door. When the man already has one foot out, she stops him. -Luke?- but it's not to convince him to be late, as he hoped. -I'm sorry, but I can't come back.- despite everything, he smiles and then, disappears.

A few days later, JJ joins him at his desk and tells him that Nate, "the replacement" as he was originally named, needs to show him something. But the tone and the look of the blonde don't bode well. Despite his doubts, he sets off and soon reaches the computer technician's office. Since there are no more puppets and colored lights, this room has once again become a neutral space for him. Yet his ears recognize the nuance of the tapping on the keyboard. Well-groomed and colored nails. Scent of hope. His eyes caress the body bent over the PC, the blond hair. But his ears perceive something that shatters the spell in an instant.

Penelope Garcia is here, in her former office, back at the BAU. That's why JJ was so excited. And perhaps she still hopes that her return will spark something between them. It's amazing to think that she hasn't said anything to her best friends about them. However, this is only the preamble.

Penelope is crying, though she won't stop typing. Her sobs are not strong, indeed, barely audible, yet they send him back in time, to the first real concrete attempt to make her understand that he was there for her, that he wanted to be there for her, in whatever role she placed him. That he would protect her even from himself. Pain and anger play tug of war inside the man.

In three steps he reaches her. As he swivels the chair in his direction, she puts her face in her hands and begins to gasp in ever shorter breaths. She is in full crisis; she is having a panic attack. It's not the first time this has happened in his presence, he has learned what he has to do and applies each technique with great skill. As he hugs her, he feels her heart gradually begin to beat at a fairly regular rate. Probably well over half an hour pass, when she finally seems to recover.

He sits her down. Penelope watches him save and shut down the computers, without stopping him. He walks to the coat rack and take her jacket. -That's enough for today.- it is neither an order, nor a suggestion, nor a sentence, but a fact. She doesn't protest even in this case and lets him help her prepare. -I'll take you home.- again it sounds like something just right, perfectly aligned in the things of the world. Inside the elevator he makes her lean against him, without making her feel suffocated. He opens the car door for her, sings for her while driving. Luke accompanies her to the living room. -Whatever you need, you know, I'm here. You can ask me anything.- and she would like to dare, for once, asking him to make love with her, because only this could erase or at least remove the images that swirl in her head. But she knows Luke would say yes and it wouldn't be fair. It would be like going back, exploiting him, and he doesn't deserve it.

So she just nods. Expecting him at least to demand something in return for everything he's done for her, that she didn't deserve it at all, after what she'd done to him, even if in good faith. Because that's how anyone would have behaved, but not him. -You know my number…- he says, walking towards the door.

This time she stops him just like he'd hoped. -No, Luke, don't go, it's not true that I'm ashamed to be with you or that I think you're not good enough for me.- she resumes that speech that has never been clarified, because for her it's a fundamental point. -You are exactly the opposite; you are so much that…- he sees himself perfectly mirrored in her fears. -I have just...- she smiles, embarrassed. -... a big problem with commitment.- it's an understatement, but she finally said it herself. The elephant is no longer invisible and is not even that bulky.

Luke laughs without any malice. -It makes me think of someone we both know.- but Penelope stays serious, intent on clarifying everything and not with the hope that there may still be a future with him, simply because he deserves to know the truth. And it's his call to decide what he will do with it.

-Really, you don't know, but…- he shuts her up gently raising the hand.

He nods. -Yes, I know.- should she really be surprised? -You've received marriage and move-in proposals and you always declined.- she wonders if she has to blame JJ or Emily, but it's much more likely the former. -I knew you had these fears, that there was a wall to break down.- well, up to here it was pretty obvious. -And what about mine?- he asks her, without giving her time to provide an answer. -But I thought it would have been different between us.- here, and she knew it, she knew the responsibility of being "the" person for him and she didn't feel up to his expectations. Because she's not at all the miracle he thinks she is. -I believed that we were already something, that we belonged to each other even if we weren't together. This is what hurt me the most.- hearing this, she decides to sent to hell the sensible speech full of apologies she prepared.

The fault it's of the intensity of everything he says, which never, never feels forced or fake. -But you gave up.- she can't stop the accusation from coming out. -So it's me who isn't worth enough.- it's a real provocation and she hits the target.

For the first time Luke seems able to get angry with her again. -What was I supposed to do?- he overwhelms her with words. -Live only for those half hours with you in my sheets? Make you wear a chastity belt? Accept the idea that you dated other men?- she shakes her head and he shakes her, without hurting her. -No?- Penelope moves her lips but no sound comes out. -I was freaking out. You have to tell me, what I should have done with you?- he keeps holding her by the shoulders.

And eventually she manages to say the one right thing out of a hundred thousand wrong. -You should have... Just held me tighter that night.- it sounds so simple, the way things usually are, we're the ones who enjoy complicating them. -You shouldn't have give up, or let me go to my house.- she understands that he has partly misunderstood and diverts his thoughts in the right direction. -I mean that night, when I ran away.- she sighs. From her point of view, she concluded. Now it's his turn.

-I have to impose myself, is this what you want?- he seems really confused, because in spite of his macho, Latino, tough man appearance, "the first to arrive and last to leave from war hotspots", he has always been a piece of bread with her . -Do you want me to force you to do what you too want without being certain that it's really what you want?- the furrowed brow makes him too tender. Penelope nods and hugs him.

-It's my turn to impose myself. Don't leave. In these years… there has never been anyone else. I tried to… free you of the burden of putting up with me, because I didn't want you to waste your life waiting for me. Without knowing when or if I would ever be able to unlock myself. But it wasn't right, it was very selfish of me and I'm sorry, because I love you deeply and I never wanted to make you sof…- the only way to stop the raging river is to press her face against his chest.

They tremble together, clinging to each other like castaways that are fearing the moment they will be separated. -…that time, you know, there was no girl. I had an appointment at the groomer for Roxy.- she immediately understands what he's referring and gives him a weak punch. -I would like...- he starts, but then changes his mind. -I want the team to know about us, that the whole world know how much I'm... We're lucky.- it's a legitimate claim. -Here, I said it.- but he has no intention of regretting it at all. She nods. -So… no more silences between us?- she can only echo him. For just one day she passed trough enough emotional shocks.

-No more.-

Both seem to hear a song in the distance.

I ask you, again, your mouth again, on my neck again, to stay again, consume me again, because I still love you! Again, again, again!

Note: As I promised, I came back also on FF garvez world. I missed it. This is my version of what it could happen in the first episodes of Criminal Minds: Evolution. This is also the only understandable reason that I can see to explain Adam's phrase. Yes, I'm obsessed with it. It just makes no sense. Especially by him, i.e. by Luke. Because Luke is clearly still in love with her, so what? Surely it will not be his "fault" if they aren't (yet) together at the beginning of season 16. We can't forget that Penelope hates changes. And at the end of S15, her life changed a lot. Because of her, so what? It's still hard. Her work place. The possible relationship with Luke. And then... covid. Too much to face at once. But this will not be enought to stop them to finally become a thing. Just give them time. Thank to all of you that read this! Note 2: the expression on the lyrics "to make me die" means... making love. My mother explained it to me just few months ago. Yeah, I'm (a bit) naive about some stuff! But I think it's perfect for someone that can't find the courage to be happy, like (maybe) Penelope and Luke, at least in my ff.

Oh, with this one I reached 2000 pages (1191300 words) just with garvez ff.

#garvez #criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #luke alvez #penelope x luke #luke x penelope #garcia x alvez #alvez x garcia #penelope garcia x luke alvez #luke alvez x penelope garcia #tiziano ferro #ancora ancora ancora #criminal minds evolution

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taylors-karma · 1 year ago

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It’s time for my first official ranking after seeing the interviews! Here’s to hoping I’m right about some of these (and wrong about others).

Stan Card Activated

1. Blue- I still really like her and y’all really like her and I trust the fandom with every fiber of my being so I know we are right, I can feel it. I wish she had gotten more screen time in the interview but if she’s a last-minute alternate addition, it just pushes her even further.

I think I’m gonna like you

2. Jag- He gave me really good vibes in his picture and he’s giving me good vibes in his interview too! I think he’s gonna be a really chill guy but I can also see him being a huge mastermind and doing well in the game.

3. Bowie- I like her accent and she seems cool. I feel like I’ll vibe with her and she’ll be on the right side of the house. Don’t let me down woman!

4. Felicia- She seems sweet! She reminds me of all the nice older southern ladies I’ve met since moving to South Carolina. Nice and comforting. I feel like she won’t try to make waves in the beginning but I could see her getting pissed and telling someone off and I hope we get to.

I want to like you but something’s off

5. Izzy- Like I said, the queer musician connection has me wanting to like her but her crescendo joke was so fucking bad and I fear she’s just another Kaycee. Idk tho maybe she’s the butch lesbian we all needed. I have hope for her.

6. Mecole- The politician thing is throwing me off I’m not gonna lie. Also she still reminds me of Ameerah and I could totally see her being a bitch. However, I can also see her being an awesome strategist and actually getting some work done. If she’s a girlboss I’ll take her but if she’s just gonna drag people in the mud I will not.

7. Kirsten- There wasn’t much that I got from her, but she does seem like someone who’d end up aligning with the wrong people. I feel like she’ll be the most tolerable member of the alliance we all end up hating and we’ll all be begging her to work with the other side/s the entire time. Please prove me wrong girl sdifjpef.

Mid

8. Matt- I do really like the deaf representation, but he seems boring af. Not someone I can see myself caring about. Sorry.

9. Cameron- I could see myself potentially hating this guy, but he seems unproblematic to me as of now. I could see him woking with annoying people but also being kind of a floater. He’s practically TBD lol.

I don’t know yet

10. Jared- Apparently his mom is a Survivor legend? I haven’t seen Survivor so I would have no idea of knowing how good this guy could be, but family doesn’t mean shit sometimes. I can’t read this guy yet so I’m still wary. I just don’t want another Monte y’all.

11. Hisam- After watching the interview I have definitely changed my opinion about him, but I’m still wary. He seems like he could be another Michael maybe? I could also see him becoming irrelevant or being part of the annoying big alliance. Idk I can’t tell I think I’m going crazy.

Can’t stand your ass already

12. Red- I just know he’s going to be annoying. Is he going to be Frenchie? Cliff? Idk, but I don’t care for him either way. Out.

13. Reilly- She’s going to be in the stupid popular alliance and is gonna get into some stupid showmance and rat on the other girls. Useless!!!! Next.

14. America- I literally can’t stand her voice or her personality already. She reminds me of Alyssa from last season so much it hurts. She’s gonna get into a dumb showmance, be a bitch to everyone, start every rumor and bully train, etc. I just know it.

15. Luke- Nah this guy is literally just Kyle. I’m waiting for it.

16. Cory- I don’t give a fuck that his brother was on Survivor; I couldn’t stand looking at him or watching him talk. Literally didn’t hear a single word he said because I was so appalled by what I was seeing. How is someone just built like that. I’m sorry ksdjfposdjgdfg I know he can’t control these things but I have a feeling I will be proven right. Cory, make me feel guilty about this please.

#bb25 #big brother #bbus #bb rankings #don't take these too seriously

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demcnsinmymind · 1 year ago

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Oh, how funny it is. That they're both talking about hurting. Because this is literally what this is doing to him. Hurting him. To see her react so harshly to all of this. He's known Tyler for a bit now. Knows that whenever she gets all skittish and jumpy, it's because she's nervous and scared. This isn't just about him not wanting to hurt her. This is also about not wanting to make her, or frankly, anyone, feel uncomfortable.

But of course. This is always what it wants. To make people uncomfortable. And scared. Elicit any strong emotions really, since this is literally all that it cares about. Eating and eating it all up.

Yet there are subtle differences this time. Maybe because she is one of the very few. He has a history with. He knows. From before. Someone he truly cares about. Like the other ones. From before. Like Sasha. Like Matt. Even like Houston and T.C. This is different. This is personal. And it gets that notion. For better or for worse - Lance is not quite sure. The puppet comment makes him scoff. Not just because it's Azathoth's reaction to her accusation, but also his own. One and the same for a moment, still such a fucking weird thing to feel and experience, whenever it happens.

"He's not like you. Or me" it replies, voice and look on his face surprisingly tense, with barely there rage bubbling up beneath the surface. It is rare. To hear it somewhat worked up. Feel it, getting worked up. Someone getting under its nonexistent skin. For whatever reason, she's doing the trick. Maybe because she's someone from before. Worse yet. A hunter. Like the ones both him and it know are currently after them.

"He's got a lot of fight in him. But he's no fighter. I'm not using him like a puppet. I'm keeping him alive."

The second her reply to its question is out, it makes him bark out a terrible, bitter, furious laugh.

"Don't play dumb." it laughs, giving her an angry headshake. "You're one of them. Used to be. Will be. Same difference. And you've made it oh so clear just how much you want him to rid himself of me. Easy for anyone to come to the conclusion that you're rocking the same boat together."

Just like that, his eyes narrow at her. And that thing happens. One that doesn't happen very often, but that when it does, always hurts and drives him to the brink of fucking insanity. Countless flashes of images and sounds and thoughts, flooding his mind all at once. Time, knowledge, sights from what he can only figure to be the past, present and future all at once in his head, as it tries to figure out if she's telling the truth. Just like any other time though, it's having trouble with that. Takes it longer than it probably should to make some sense of all the information and knowledge it possesses. Eases up on the try only when the pain and impending madness is on the brink of becoming too much for him. Probably why it's not using its powers like that more often. Thank fucking god.

For a second, there's a visible reaction to its antics. Lance's chest rising and falling just a little harsher and faster, his eyes becoming more bloodshot, the way his teeth start grinding against each other, harder and harder. But it's keeping control for now. Because it really is fucking pissed. Even though it has figured out by now that Tyler really doesn't seem to be in on whatever it is that is pissing it off so much.

"They thought I wouldn't notice a car driving by. Twice. Three blocks away from the house we were staying in. Within a two hour time frame. And sure enough. Joke's on them. Lance didn't think any of it. Didn't even notice."

How the...? The urge to turn around and look behind his back is overwhelming, but sure enough. It won't let him do that either. Keeps him staring right at Tyler instead.

"But I did. I always do. And I know." By now, its anger is starting to become overwhelming. Charging the air all around them with an intensity that makes the hair on the back of his neck and arms stand right up.

"About their little hit they got planned. All their weapons and trinkets they got in store for him. Exorcism, water, cutlery, bullets, the whole package. Thinking they can kill me. Me." This time, it's making him approach her after all. "So good on you for not working with them, Tyler. Because they''re in for a big surprise."

Tyler was an extremely fidgety person. Whether it was larger movements, like swinging her arms and pacing, or smaller ones, such as fiddling with loose threads and chewing her lip, she was in an almost constant state of motion.

Something which made how frozen she appeared to be all the more uncomfortable. Hell, she barely even seems to be breathing while she stares back.

Not until pointed at does she finally move, unable to keep herself from flinching. She immediately tries to cover it of course, folding her arms and rocking back and forth a little on her feet. An attempt to make her movement seem more natural and less like an involuntary response.

“Yeah. I know he doesn’t.” A smile is attempted, one intended for Lance’s benefit. Something to reassure him while he wasn’t in control. It ends up as little more than a twitch of her lips, but hey, at least she tries. “Y’know that whole ‘silent observer’ thing might be more convincin’ if you stopped usin’ my friend like a puppet.”

The awful tone hits all the worse for it being in Lance’s voice, and Ty does a much poorer job of hiding her flinch this time around. Her heart is still making a bid for freedom, hammering against her ribs as if it’s trying to flee. Instincts tell her to do just that, practically demand that she revert to old habits and just run the fuck away from this goddamn demon and the entire situation.

If it wasn’t using her friend she likely would have done just that.

She’s so busy fighting those urges that it takes a moment for the meaning of its words to actually reach her brain. When they finally do she gives it an absolutely incredulous look. “You think I’m workin’ with hunters? Seriously?” The words are barely even out of her mouth before another concern hits her: that it might have done something. And so she asks her next question slowly, rather reluctant to actually know the answer.

“How do you even know they’re here?”

#badassxbirdy #roadside bestie : tyler #demons in the halls : aza/thoth

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glamoureddreamer · 2 years ago

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Eddsworld (Eduardo x Reader)

Warnings: Rape, blood, Robbery, Dark themes (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you or a loved one has been sexually assaulted in any way shape or form please get help from one of the multiple help hotlines. You matter and you deserve help. Thank you everyone, have a great day and know it gets better <3

It had happened so quickly... (Y/n) was on her way home from work, when a man wearing a black hoodie stopped her.

(Y/n) begged to not be killed but in the end, she would have gladly taken that instead. He raped her and after he was done he took her purse which had her phone, money, card, keys, and much more.

She had begun to walk back in a daze, a numb expression on her face as tears fell freely down her face but she wasn't crying. Her clothes were ripped in some places, covered in blood and... other things.

Her hair and make up was a complete mess. She had walked up to the door of her and her friends' house but it was locked...she didn't have a key.

But that's okay, right? Someone has to be home, wrong. Edd, Tom, and Matt all went out for a guy's night. But that's okay because there must be a spare key somewhere hidden, also wrong.

Tom had forgotten his key when going out drinking he used the spare and ended up snapping it in the door. Edd probably forgot to put the new spare key back outside, which had left (Y/n) outside in the cold rain. She was in so much pain, and she was so cold.

She wished tonight never happened and she was home in the comfort of her bed safe and happy.

Unsure what to do next and needing to not be alone she found herself outside of the neighbor's house.

She was leans on the house for support knocking on the door. She had knocked more than a few times with no interest in stopping, the lights were on but no car was home which is odd. Someone has to be here, there's no way the god in heaven would allow this.

After what felt like an eternity heavy stomps lead up to the door. Only for it to swing open, Eduardo stood there looking more than pissed.

"Did one of you fucking-" he stops himself and glares at (Y/n). He rolls his eyes, failing to notice her tears and ripped clothes in the dark.

"What do you want loser? Can't you see I'm busy?" He snaps, he thought about slamming the door shut but he always...kind of...maybe liked (y/n).

"....please..c-call..Edd..." Her voice was horse, it didn't go unnoticed by Eduardo but he ignores it.

"I don't have that loser's number." He states looking down at her. She wasn't even looking up at him how rude, she comes here in the middle of the night waking him up and asks him to call Edd.

"..please." She whimpers, she sounded like she was going to cry. Eduardo stops his eyes slightly widening.

"Uhh...are you okay?" She nods trying to cover it up with a broken smile, but her nods soon turn to her shaking her head her smile drops. She begins to sob and goes to drop to her knees, luckily Eduardo catches her and holds her.

He gently leads her inside the warm, dry, and safe house. He leads her over to their couch and holds her until her cries die down. Once they do, he pulls away from her.

He looks over her, finally in the light he could see that she was soaking wet, shivering and her clothes were ripped and bloody.

"Wait here for a second, I'll be right back." (Y/n) whimpers but before she could say anything he darts off into the house.

She desperately wanted to say no, she wipes her tears with her soaking wet sleeve though it did nothing but put more water on her face. Keeping true to his word Eduardo came back with a towel.

He hands it to her, She takes it without saying a word but only holds it in her hand. She was staring off into space it seemed like, Eduardo waves his hand in front of her face.

"(Y/n)?" She jumps and stares anxiously at him.

"What happened?" She opens her mouth to talk but no words come out. Tears fell heavily from her eyes again, Eduardo pulls her into a gentle hug he rubs her back not caring if he gets wet.

She sobs loudly clingy to him, she buries her face into his shoulder.

In the midst of her sobbing, she gets a few words out.

"...h-he wouldn't s-s-stop....I t-tried to make h-him....h-he...." Eduardo could hardly make it out. He just rubs her back and comforts her until she's calmed down again.

"Did somebody... did someone rape you?" Eduardo felt the anger boil in his body, who touched (Y/n)?

"Yes" She whispers but Eduardo still heard it, she began to cry again.

Eduardo tightens his grip on (Y/n) as the anger pluses through his vines. He sighs forcing himself to be calm he couldn't be angry now, not with her this fragile.

He gently picks her up, with her consent. He brings her to his room and lays her gently on the bed. He lets go of her when she stops crying, she whimpers from the loss feeling cold and alone again.

"It's okay I'm just going to grab a few things, then you can give me Edds's number and I'll call him. Does that sound good?" (Y/n) nods slowly, Eduardo walks over to his dresser.

He pulls out an old looking white t-shirt and black baggy sweat pants, and a black pair of boxers. He hands them to her.

"I'll leave the room, so you can put on warm clothes." He makes his way out of the room closing the door behind him, he didn't want her to stay in the clothes she was rapped in.

He wanted to help her, he goes into the kitchen and gets a glass of water. Once he comes back he knocks on the door.

"come in...." Says a quiet voice, it made his heart swell. He opens the door slowly and takes the glass of water to her. He picks up her old clothes, throwing it in the trash can downstairs, he heads back up to his room.

She was carefully sipping on the water.

Eduardo sits on the edge of his bed and waits for her to be finished with her drink.

"What's Edds number?" He asks once she's done, She quietly tells him and Eduardo quickly sends him a text.

"I'll call him in a little, right now you should rest."

(Y/n) shakes her head tears welling up in her eyes, He frowns.

"I know, I'll stay here if it will make it any better. I promise in the morning we'll figure this out together." Tears fill her eyes again, she quickly hugs Eduardo.

"Thank you.." she whispers, Eduardo hugs her rubbing her back gently.

"We can talk about it if you want." Eduardo suggests not wanting to force her. She begins to explain what happened and why she came here instead of home.

She pulls away after and wipes her tears. She lays down, It took her forever to finally fall asleep.

Again true to his word he stayed next to her all night only getting up once to call Edd and explain what was going on.

"Hey Edd its Eduardo."

"Eduardoooooooooo, how do you have my number? What do you want?"

"Listen asshole, I know we don't get along but this isn't about us right now. (Y/n) is at my house something bad happened." Eduardo's voice was harsh but got softer.

"What happened? What did you do?" Edd asks pissed off. Eduardo peaks into his room and at the sleeping girl.

"She was raped on her way home from work, the guy that did it took her purse and came to my house asking me to call you."

Edd didn't say anything for a moment, Eduardo could hear the drunk people in the background. Along with Tom and Matt asking what happened.

"... is she-"

"She's okay, she's resting now."

"...thank you Eduardo, I'm leaving now."

"Yeah, just let her sleep I'll bring her over when she wakes up."

"Okay, thank you again." And with that Edd hangs up.

Eduardo sighs and walks back into the room. He sat back down next to her, of course, he was tired but he was willing to push it aside to protect (Y/n).

He shook his head with a sigh, maybe when she's ready he could ask her on a date. But now wasn't the time. He sighs contently as (Y/n) grabs his hand in her sleep.

Man, he fell hard, he'll never let this happen to her again.

#eddswolrd #eddsworld #ew tom #ew tord #ew matt #ew edd #ew eduardo #ew neighbors #x reader

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elliebean714 · 2 years ago

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HELLO!! how are you? I hope you had some water today!

I was just rereading the until dawn stuff when I thought of a cute little thing!!

So kinda a Pt.2 to this post where Matt and his Girly s/o go shopping together?

Like Matt has bags of hers in one hand, she is holding his other while telling him all about the new gossip 💜💜

I did have water today, even had a regular meal. I know that doesn't seem like much but I'm proud of myself 😊 sorry I kinda lost track at the end and it gets really cheesy. And this took a while, a lot of stuffs been goin on. Also, sorry about the fact that I keep reusing gifs I've already used for matt, there's hardly any😭

Shopping Trip

Matt Taylor x F!Reader

Fluff

Pre-Game

Matt and S/O were walking through the mall, holding hands and bags, as S/O rambled on about the latest drama between Jess and Emily.

"And then Jess and Emily started screaming at each other, saying 'You're a bitch!' 'No you're a bitch!" or whatever, then Mike shows up, out of nowhere, and tries to get them to chill out. Which only makes them even more pissed off, and they start screaming at him. And I'm just sitting there, watching, and thinking, 'why are they mad at each other again?'. Cus they're always mad at each other for no reason. Then Emily notices I'm staring and starts yelling at me for not getting involved, when I know that if I had gotten involved they also would've gotten mad at me. I can't win." She sighed dejectedly.

"Aw hon, I'm sorry. But hey, look on the bright side, now, you might not have to deal with their shit for a while." He offered a cute, goofy smile, earning him a kiss on the cheek.

"I wish. But I know Jess is going to call me up in the middle of the night, probably crying, and start complaining again about some small thing Emily did, and I'm gonna have to go over, and calm her down, and talk to Emily, and just... Your friends are exhausting." She cuddled his arm.

"Ugh, tell me about it." He rolls his eyes playfully.

The pair wandered around a cute clothing store, pointing out different clothes they thought would look nice on each other. Once they both collected enough items for each other they went to the changing rooms to put on an impromptu fashion show for one another.

They showed off the clothes, earning giggles and kisses. They decided on what to buy for each other before quickly leaving the store, holding hands once again.

The ice cream parlor caught S/O's eye as they left the mall.

"Hey Matt, can we get ice cream please?" She begged, puckering her bottom lip and looking up at him with sad puppy eyes. He laughed heartily at her antics, patting her head gently.

"Yeah, sure honey." He sighed playfully. Her excitement doubled at his response, she happily grabbed his hand and lead him inside.

After ordering the ice cream they wanted, S/O dragged Matt towards one of the booths by the windows so they could cuddle.

"Open up sweetheart." S/O ordered playfully, scooping a massive heap of ice cream for him. He smiled bashfully before opening his mouth for her, closing his mouth around the spoon and licking it all off.

"Mmmmm." He closed his eyes and moaned in delight. "The only thing sweeter than this is you." He smiled brightly, gently taking her hand to his lips and kissing it lovingly.

"Awwwwwww, Matty Baby!" She coos, holding his cheeks in her hands, "Wanna share?" She asks before kissing him sweetly again.

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~Elliebean714

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#matt taylor until dawn x reader #until dawn matt #matt taylor x reader #matt taylor until dawn #matt taylor #until dawn x reader

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cursed-saphire-hart · 2 years ago

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Oh, good afternoon Desi, it's me again, your fan, and I'm back with my questions (please forgive me if they annoy you) ... But this is about the characters, and for some clarification, I really need it

Regarding Anya's death in main canon:

In principle, last time I received an answer about the death and resurrection of Anya, and in general I am satisfied, but I am about the logic of your au. In one post on Instagram, you said this:

So why didn't it work with Anya? After all, Edd, Tom, Matt and Tord, as well as Amanda (sort of) and Roxxi also died and resurrected as if nothing had happened, but why didn't it work with Anya? According to this logic, she should have resurrected immediately after death and everything would have been as if nothing had happened.

(And although you can not answer this question, I understand if it pisses you off)

Now about the characters:

Tobi:

I have already received an answer about his meeting with alternative versions of Anya, the relationship between Tord, and the answer to the question why he has only one horn pleased me, thank you very much, I immediately liked this glorious marshmallow just like Anya. What I wanted to ask is: was Tord able to use it in an experiment to create a bioweapon? If so, what would Tobi look like if he was a monster? Can Tobi speak Russian like Anya?

Jenny:

I have been asking this question for a long time, and have long wanted to ask about this. Why didn't Jenny replace Tobi's mom, since I thought since Anya and Jenny are friends, the latter could be Tobi's mom's replacement. I also know that in the ay from your friend, Jenny was Tord's wife, so why did Tord decide to be alone and not with Jenny after Anya's death?

(Hmm, my questions are stupid, forgive me...)

Now I want a little bit about your concept "Monster Anya" (I just really liked this concept, forgive me...)

I know about this concept, and when I received your answers to the question about bringing Anya back, I am grateful to you, thank you very much. I'm interested in something else; Tord first separated Anya from Tobi to give her the serum? I'm also interested in the process of turning Anya into a monster. What was he like? Painful? Highly? Do you have drawings of what it would look like?

I also wonder how Jenny would react when she finds out that Anya has turned into a monster? You said that Tord took Tobi with him when he visited Anya. About how old, or did he take Tobi even when he was a baby? If so, how did Toby behave when he first saw Anya?

I also wanted to ask about Penny:

I already know the answer to why Tobi can't be with her and I'm happy with the answer. But I want to ask about this concept specifically. I know that Toby is even more isolated than in canon and he can't meet his "potential friends" and he is completely dependent on his father and Penny, but how is Toby's relationship with her? Is she mad at Tord for what he did?

And the last question:

As far as I know the concept "Monster Anya" is not used, can I borrow it? Please... I'll just take a few details from there... I sort of have my own AU, but I never came up with a canon for it, I have a few details similar to your AU (my kids have similar names, and i have same combinations with ships (Anya and Tord too)), but I'm not going to copy your au, I just got such coincidences at the very beginning ....

Thank you and sorry for this questions...

Ooof sorry it's taken me so long to answer this one, I was cleaning out my inbox n found it again.

So to answer your questions-

To start off with, that was a joke about the shows canon of people not seeming to stay dead, which is different from Au canon which can be anything.

Monster Tobi and Russian:

Yes Tobi can speak Russian, to be specific, he can speak a few languages bc it was apart of his studies to know Russian, German, English, Norwegian and Dutch.

Why didn't Jenny Replace Anya:

Honestly, Tord completely forgot about Jenny being Anyas friend in main canon. Anya never liked talking about herself, and would only mention Jenny a few times, despite missing her a lot, so Tord never gave her much thought.

And while Jenny would have be an amazing choice, she wouldn't be too happy with him after learning how he treated Anya, but would stick around to make sure Tobi was okay.

Tord DID try to get with other women a few times so Tobi would have a mother, but a lot of the time Tobi would get fussy with them, and Tord would think he didn't like them, so eventually he stopped. In reality it was just an infant getting nervous around strangers, but Tord doesn't know jack-shit about kids.

Also, in Aus like Third Wife or Happy Family, Jenny is very defensive of Anya, and the two remain good friends, Jenny helping Anya be more confident, seeing as she's not afraid of Tords lil power trip tantrums.

Monster Anya Concept:

In that Au, Anya returned to Tord willingly about a year after giving birth, and things were okay for awhile between them. But bc Anya was still understandably upset with him and acting colder than he would have liked, he began to become paranoid, and that's when he got the idea to use the monster serum on her.

The serum was injected into her while she was sleeping, and was a veeerrry painful way to be woken up. Infact it felt like her skin was melting and her bones were stretching as she transformed.

I don't have any drawings bc I'm not very good at body horror, but it wouldn't have been pleasant.

Also, Jenny would have been SERIOUSLY enraged if she ever found out what Tord did, however she was never reassigned to be stationed in Britain, so she never would have found out.

Penny and Tobi:

Penny doesn't know about what Tord did you Anya, if she ever found out you better believe she's going to start plotting his death for it. Since Tobi is very dependent on her, she's even more protective than in the normal au, since the kid's been isolated to such a cruel degree.

Is the concept up for grabs?

Yes, yes it is. Ive said before I don't mind if people use my au concepts so long as they credit me for the concepts and the characterizations, since I put work into figuring out how their personalities are and everything. But overall, if someone wants to use an Au, y'all are free to do it, I luv seeing people interact and it's fun.

Since I don't have any other notes on Monster Anya, you can play around with it to fill in the blanks. Just @ me when you do so I can check it out

#eddsworld

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years ago

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Day 66: Bond

There was a certain bond that formed between two people when all of your friends were paired off and dating someone. When the two of you were the only single people so you got paired off to share food, and be partners in games, and all other manner of things.

Harry supposed that tonight would be just one more of those nights as he arrived at Ginny and Luna's. And he wasn't complaining (not anymore, at least) it had taken a couple of years but he and Draco had warmed up to each other. They had compatible styles for partner games, Draco always gave Harry any treats with nuts and Harry gave him any treats with mint, and Harry genuinely enjoyed his dry sense of humor.

If he was being honest, he'd started looking forward to all of the time that he got to spend with Draco on Friday nights.

But things felt different the moment he entered the house, even though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. He spotted Ginny first, standing against the counter, pouring a couple glasses of wine, "Hey," he called.

She looked up and bit her lip.

"What?" he asked with no small amount of dread. He knew that look; it was the look she'd given him right before she'd told him she might be gay and in love with Luna, a look that said she was afraid of breaking his heart.

Ginny opened her mouth but no words came out.

"Ginny, what?" he said, taking several steps toward her.

"I don't know how to say thi-"

"Oh, good," he heard Draco say from behind him, "You're here."

His mouth stretched into a grin even before he turned around "He-" he broke off when he saw that Draco was standing with his arm around some bloke who Harry had never met before. "Hey," he finished.

"This is Matt," Draco offered.

And frankly, Harry would rather die (again) than shake his hand but before he could have any say in the matter Matt had stepped forward into his space and was gripping his hand. Hard. "The Harry Potter," he drawled. "My, my."

(Read more below the cut)

Harry glanced over at Draco who looked vaguely uncomfortable.

"Draco has told me so much about you. I could hardly believe that he was telling the truth." He leaned toward Harry conspiratorially, "He's known for embellishing the truth, you know?"

Harry wrenched his hand from Matt's grip, "Actually, I've found Draco to be honest to a fault. Hardly anyone else will tell me when my outfit doesn't match or I've got something stuck in my teeth."

Matt's eyes flashed and Harry's proverbial hackles stood on end he didn't like that look, "I-" Matt started

"Hey," Draco said, taking Matt's hand and drawing his attention, "Let me introduce you to everyone else."

"Nice meeting you, Mark," Harry called.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him, "Matt," he corrected, before mouthing, 'behave' at Harry.

"My mistake," Harry said, maintaining eye contact with the other man until he turned away and followed Draco into the other room.

"Okay," Ginny said, drawing his attention away from them, "First. Men are disgusting; I can't believe I thought I was attracted to them for so long."

"What?" he asked, slumping over to the counter and sliding onto a stool across from where Ginny was still mixing up drinks. He was feeling a little nauseous, fire rushing under his skin.

"That," she said, gesturing to where Harry had been standing talking to Matt and Draco, "The little pissing match to decide who's dominant."

"What?" Harry asked, "that guy is just an asshole."

She rolled her eyes, "Second, you're still an idiot."

"Wow. I'm just going to go home," he said. "Between you and the dude who was trying to break my fingers, I don't think it's going to be a great night."

Ginny leaned across the counter and instinctively Harry leaned toward her, "How long are you going to continue denying you have feelings for Draco?"

His brow furrowed, "I don't. We're just mates," he added.

"I rest my case. You're still an idiot," she said as she leaned back and started mixing drinks again.

Harry slouched on his stool turning that thought over in his mind, "That actually would make sense," he admitted.

"Harry, I love you, you know I do," she said. "But honestly, I can't believe you're just figuring this out. The rest of us have known for ages. We were all shocked when he walked through the door with Matt; he told us he was bringing someone but we thought the two of you were just making a joke."

"Well now what am I supposed to do?" he asked. "Why couldn't anyone have said something sooner?"

"Because we thought it was obvious," she hissed.

"Let's just get through the night," he sighed. "Then we'll deal with the rest. We'll need to come up with a plan."

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He spent the rest of the night calling Matt the wrong name (Miles, Maurice, Mike, Max, Moses, Mitch, Mason) to the point that Ron either caught on and decided to help or got confused enough that he started calling him the wrong name, too. Harry also couldn't help but rub it in Matt's face how much better he knew Draco; telling inside jokes, asking Draco specific questions about his work and his parents, and reminiscing about fond memories.

Draco seemed a bit exasperated by it but Harry couldn't help himself. Once he started, he just couldn't seem to stop.

Eventually as everyone was getting ready to leave and Luna was saying good bye to Matt, Draco cornered him, "Do not move a fucking muscle," he hissed, "I am not done with you."

"Dra-"

"I mean it, Potter. Stay right here," he said, jabbing him in the chest with his finger before he turned and made his way over to his date.

"Hey," Matt said, smiling at him much the way Harry imagined an alligator might smile at his prey.

"Hi," Draco replied softly. "I'll floo you tomorrow, yeah? There are a few things I need to take care of."

Matt frowned, "I thought we were going back to my place."

"No," Draco replied steadily. "I have a five date rule." He stepped back, "I'll floo you," he repeated.

And Matt looked pretty pissed about it, but he seemed to take the hint and disapparated on the spot without so much as a goodbye to anyone.

"You're all the literal worst," Draco fumed. "Except you, Luna," he added. "You're a goddess."

Luna gave a little curtsy.

"Seriously," Draco said, glaring at the room even though none of them looked especially repentant. "And you," he spat, spinning to glare at Harry, "You're the worst of all."

"Does that make me special?" Harry quipped, arms folded across his chest.

Draco groaned, "Bloody fucking Griffyndors. I hope you're all happy," he grabbed Harry's arm. "Come on we are going back to mine to have a chat."

"I thought you had a five date rule," Ginny called.

Draco flipped her the two finger salute before apparating them to his house.

Harry always liked being in Draco's house; it was small and cozy, and it always smelled vaguely like chamomile. Just being here made his soul feel lighter, calmer.

"Alright," Draco growled, "Spill. What the hell was that?"

"What?" Harry asked innocently.

"Potter," he warned.

Harry sighed, "He's an asshole."

"And you know that how? You didn't even give him a chance".

"Draco his handshake was like a vice!"

Draco stared at him, "You've got to be kidding me. Are you that much of a child? He hurt your hand so you thought you should bully him?"

"I didn't bully him!" Harry exclaimed.

"No?" Draco asked. "You didn't use his given name even once." Harry winced, maybe that was overkill. "You spent the entire night trying to make him feel stupid and inferior to you. Which, let's face it, everyone does anyway because you're Harry fucking Potter!" Draco exploded.

"That's not fair," Harry said, betrayal slicing hot through his gut. Draco knew that he hated being famous, hated the preconceived notions attached to his name.

"Yeah well, neither was what you did."

"Draco, I-"

"No," he said, holding out a hand, "That was such bullshit, Harry."

"But he's awful."

"You didn't even give him a cha-"

"I didn't have to!" he exploded. "The first words he said to me were to disrespect you. He's an asshole and I will chase a million of them away from you."

"That's not your job."

Harry threw his hands up in the air, "I'm your best friend! Whose job is it, if it's not mine?"

"You don't just get to decide things for me!" Draco cried.

"Fine," Harry spat. "You want to date that wanker, go ahead. But I have seen his type before. Don't come crying to me when he's beaten you to a bloody pulp for looking at someone the wrong way." He pushed past Draco and made his way to the door, walking out and slamming it behind him.

He started down the sidewalk, debating trying to figure out where Matt lived and have a chat or maybe go over to Ron and Hermione's to get some advice and regroup.

But the further he walked, the more the anger faded from his veins, and the guilt settled in.

There was no choice really, he turned around and headed back to Draco's house once more. When he arrived he knocked on the door even though he normally would have just let himself in.

"Go away!" Draco shouted.

He knocked again, "Draco, please."

"No! Go away. You're the worst."

"I know," he called back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Please."

After a few seconds, during which fear settled heaving in Harry's gut, the door opened and Harry slipped inside, Draco was curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest.

Seeing him looking so small and sad made Harry ache. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Which part?" Draco asked bitterly.

He sighed and came over to sit on the couch beside Draco, "I'm not sorry for chasing him away. But I will always be here for you, no matter what. You can always come to me."

Draco leaned over and put his head on Harry's shoulder, "I know," he whispered.

"Forgive me?"

He nodded and they sat together in silence for a few minutes, both trying to collect their thoughts. Eventually Harry said, "I really wish you wouldn't date him."

Draco sat up, "Harry look at me."

Harry turned on the couch to look at him and raised his eyebrows.

"I won't ever floo call him, we'll never go on another date, and I'll never see him again." Something eased in Harry's chest. "But it's not because of what you said or did. It's because I, too, have had shitty relationships. I have also lived through trauma and I have had to learn from it just like you."

Harry looked down at his hands.

"And if you have concerns about someone, there is a better way to tell me than what you did tonight."

He nodded, suitably chastised, "You're right."

"I appreciate your concern, though," he added and Harry looked up to see that Draco's mouth was quirked up, he really must be forgiven, apparently. "And I genuinely forgot how petty you can be."

He shook his head and reached out for Draco's hand, "Draco, I want you to be so, so happy," he said. Then he added, "I'm an idiot."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"And everyone knows it, you included, so you can't really hold it against me," he said.

"I'm pretty sure I can."

He huffed, "Just hear me out. I'm an idiot and I didn't realize until tonight that I'm a little bit in love with you. And it's fine if you don't feel the same but you are my best friend and I had high standards for you even before I knew I had feelings for you. It hurt me to see you with someone who treated you so poorly."

"Sorry," Draco said, "I need you to repeat that."

"I said, I'm an idiot," Harry started.

"Not that part."

"It hurt me to see you with someone who treated y-"

"Not that part either," Draco said.

Harry swallowed, "It's fine if you don't fee-"

"Harry," he grumbled. "Say the other part."

He rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm in love with you," he whispered.

Draco blinked at him, a smile blooming at the corner of his mouth, "Say it again."

A grin tipped up the corners of his mouth as well, "I'm in love with you."

Draco launched himself into Harry's arms and covered Harry's lips with his own, "say it again," he mumbled into the kiss.

"I love you," Harry repeated, murmuring the words into Draco's mouth.

Draco pulled back slightly, "I love you, too."

"I hoped that was the case," Harry replied.

After he kissed him again, Draco said, "Alright, fine. Now you get a say in who I date."

Harry grinned, "Is that so?"

He nodded.

"Will you date me, Draco Malfoy?" he asked, brushing his nose along Draco's.

"Yes," he whispered. Then with a smirk he added, "But we'll have to get my best friend's approval and rumor has it that he has very high standards."

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Day 65: Question | Day 67: Soulmate (Take 1)- Your traditional soulmate trope or Day 67: Soulmate (Take 2)- just using the word 'soulmate' as a prompt, not the trope.

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry #drarry ficlet #drarry drabbles #jealous!harry #getting together #happy ending

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egcdeath · 4 years ago

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checkmate

summary: you’ve always refused to lose, and love was no exception. (gone girl-ish au)

pairing(s): ransom drysdale x dark!reader, a special mystery guest ;)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ because of heavy themes! faked death, framing of crimes, manipulation, alluding to sex, alluding to cheating, terrible relationship dynamic, very loose usage of the word crazy/psychotic, implied mention of self harm, brief choking & slapping (in a non sexual way lol), pregnancy trapping (idk if thats the right term), the reader is a very bad human being, overuse of italics *please let me know if i’m missing any warnings!

author’s note: this is my 2nd submission for @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k soft dark challenge, i decided to make the reader dark >:) but ransom is also not a good person. I used these prompts: “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” & The town golden *girl isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

this is definitely the most unhinged thing i’ve ever written, but blame @literate-lamb for making me write this because when i pitched this to her and said that i’d probably never write it, she enabled me.

okay that's enough from me. join my taglist if you want :D

“I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch.” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Your whole life, you’d considered yourself a competitive person. Constantly overcompensating for one thing or another, whether it was the chronic desire to achieve perfection that had been installed in you since you were a little girl, or your persistent internalized sense of inadequacy. You realized early on that it was much better for you to win than for you to lose, no matter the physical, emotional, or mental cost of the prize of perfection.

For the most part, this mindset worked out for you. You graduated as Valedictorian from your high school, neared the top of your graduating class at Harvard. God knew you earned it, all those tears you shed into overpriced textbooks, all the popping of unprescribed Adderall, and robbing yourself of the parties and social events that the rest of your peers gladly indulged in.

You were just different, which was why you gained a job nearly immediately after your exit from school, quickly climbing to the top at the Blood Like Wine publishing company after only a few years of being there.

And one night, at the party celebrating the release of A Thousand Knives when you laid your eyes on Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the grandson of your boss, you knew that you needed to have him. Rich, hot, a bit of an asshole. You deserved to finally complete your image, and that socialite flavored eye candy seemed to fit the part perfectly. Luckily for you, he was desperate. It only took a few tugs on your dress’ V-line, and a number of knowing smirks to find yourself being finger-banged in his family manor’s bathroom.

From there, you wormed your way into his life. Leaving belongings at his place as an excuse to come back, and offering booty calls in the middle of the night. Ransom must’ve been much more desperate than you originally thought, as it really only seemed to take one night of stroking his hair while he vented about his family to make him want to be with you. Men with mommy issues were always so easy.

Except, he wasn’t that easy. The longer you got to know Ransom, the more fucked up you realized he really was. He had no boundaries at all, became jealous and enraged at the drop of a pin, and occasionally told you things that made the hairs on your arms rise.

This of course all came to a head after the night of Harlan’s 85th birthday party. When the news broke of his tragic death, you’d immediately known it was the works of your Hugh. If your intuition wasn’t enough, his confession in the shower, where he’d demanded you take off your clothes to display that you were without a bug, certainly was.

You were completely devastated. The man that you’d invested so much into for years had thrown both his and your reputations down the drain in just a matter of hours. Of course, you felt bad for Harlan too. He was a good guy (when he wasn’t instigating a family fight).

Still, you showed up during the funeral in your best mourning clothes and dawning your biggest crocodile tears. You rubbed Linda’s back while she mourned the loss of her father, and the new truth about her husband. You played dumb when interrogated by some Southern private investigator, even giving Ransom an airtight alibi. You testified on his behalf in court with enough conviction to grant you an Emmy.

You’d gotten so far, devoted so much energy into him, that you simply refused to lose now.

To your friends, you’d seemed to lead a near perfect life. Dream job, dreamy boyfriend, dream bank account, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you just didn’t know what.

It dawned on you while sipping mimosas at the country club, Ransom playing tennis with his friends just a few yards away from you while Danielle showed off her brand new engagement ring, a .59 Carat Asscher Diamond, that if you heard her speak of again, would probably make you lose your shit.

You zoned out as she droned on and on about the shape, and how Matt proposed to her in their own private room in one of the most exclusive Parisian restaurants, instead focusing on how you could find yourself in the same position as that airhead next to you. In all honesty, you couldn’t stand the idea that someone was doing better than you, let alone someone in your own social circle. Dani got all the bragging rights of being engaged to the heir of some tech giant, being the first in your friend group to get eloped, and worst of all, Matt wasn’t even making her sign a prenup.

You blankly watched Ransom from afar, taking occasional sips from your sweet drink, while you thought of how you deserved all of that and more, and you were going to get it one way or another.

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It didn’t take much to come up with something, your first and most obvious plan being to simply ask Ransom when he was going to propose to you. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you’d tried to approach him about this subject, you just wondered if maybe this time things would be different.

Panting heavily after a rather rough night in bed, you rolled off of your boyfriend’s chest and gave him a messy, yet sincere kiss. You knew your man well, and if there was any time to pop the question, it was in his post-nut haze.

“Baby,” you said breathily, “I wanna ask you something.”

“Shoot,” he responded casually, glancing over at you.

“When’re you gonna propose to me?” you hummed.

Ransom groaned and shook his head, rolling his eyes, “this is about Matt and Dani, huh?” he tutted, then extended a hand out to your warm cheeks so he could gently caress one with his thumb. “Thought we agreed marriage is just a piece of paper and it’s stupid.”

You huffed in response.

Of fucking course.

“I never said that,” you muttered, setting a hand on his broad chest. “Besides, it’ll be good if you get pissed and decide to like, kill your dad or something. Y’know, spouses don’t have to testify against each other in court.”

Ransom chuckled as if this whole thing was funny, like your feelings were some kind of sick joke to him. “You know my lawyers, babe. They could prove that bees don’t make honey. That bears don’t shit in the forest. I appreciate your attempt, though. This has been some really nice pillow talk.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, pinching his nipple in retaliation before turning your back to him and yanking the blanket onto your side.

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised that he was being stubborn, most of the time you felt like you were pulling teeth from the man. But that’s why you had a backup plan! You always had a backup plan. That’s what separated you from your boyfriend. Where Ransom was extemporized and impulsive, you were calculating and prudent.

Although you devised your plan that very afternoon while watching your partner backhand small green balls, you were going to need some time to get everything in order, to prove Murphy and his stupid law wrong in making sure that everything that could go wrong wouldn’t.

After all, love was a game. And you sure as hell weren’t losing to Hugh Drysdale.

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You sacrificed too much to have your plans ruined by some trust fund baby with impulsivity issues. You deserved your dream marriage, the stability you wished you had as a child. You wanted the white picket fence, and everything that came along with it. Your desire to be the best, to be perfect was what drove you to poke holes in every condom in the box, what led you to draw liters of your own blood in hopes of staging a fake crime scene, to buy a cheap getaway car and burner phone off of Craigslist, and reach out to a high school boyfriend who you knew was in a position as desperate as you.

You planted seeds of doubt in your friends throughout the following weeks, feeding them lies about Ransom’s behavior, how you were afraid of telling him that you did in fact see two faint red lines on that damn plastic stick– only half of the statement truly being false–, telling them that he was behaving erratically lately.

It all was going without a hitch. Ransom didn’t seem to notice anything was off, despite your frequent visits to the bathroom and newfound affinity for true crime documentaries.

You almost felt guilty, knowing the world of pain you were about to throw the man into. Granted, he deserved the pain. You were in a relationship with a genuinely terrible person, and that person had made a conscious effort not to commit to you. You tried to make this easy for him, give him a chance to say a few words to you and slide a ring on your finger, but no, he always seemed to take the hard route.

You slept like a baby the night before you were setting your plan in action. You made sure to uphold the facade of everything being fine, making Ransom a nice breakfast before sending him halfway across town to the hardware store with an oddly incriminating list.

Once he was out of the house, you hurried off to the fridge in the garage where you’d been keeping a small stash of your own blood. It wasn’t pretty, but it had to be done. You poured the blood throughout the kitchen, splattering bits of it on the counters and cupboards. You poorly cleaned the mess, just as he would.

You put your next move in motion, falsifying a home invasion. You tossed over a table and some chairs, throwing books and photos onto the floor, but left some aspects slightly untouched, like an upright picture frame to give yet another hint that things were not exactly what they appeared.

You left a tiny blue post-it note on the nightstand of Ransom’s side of the bed, a quick and simple doodle of a ring along with the first initial of your name inked onto the tiny piece of paper.

With that, you were off. Technically missing, soon-to-be presumed dead.

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The days following your disappearance had gone even better than you’d initially planned. Local news coverage had been all over you, search and rescue groups were assiduously looking for you, your parents had opened a tip line, and begged for you to get home safe on news segments. But the best part of it all was that Ransom had been briefly found himself in police custody, only to be released shortly thereafter. His past of an accused murder quickly made your disappearance even more of a national story, and you watched the whole thing unravel from the safety and comfort of your high school boyfriend, Andy Barber’s Newton home.

Of course, you fed him the same lies you’d given to your friends, and seeing the rather lonely position he was in, he gladly let you stay with him. You were absolutely having a hay-day with it all, dedicating hours of your day to watching Ransom slowly unravel. Maybe it was a bit sadistic of you to enjoy torturing your partner so much, but he needed to learn his lesson. You deserved better. You needed Ransom to rise up to your level, allowing you to finally complete your image. To let you two appear to be the perfect couple. Really, this was all on him.

Andy, for the most part, had been a good host. He was gone for the majority of the day, dedicating himself to his work while you lounged around on his dangerously cozy couch. Around two weeks into your stay, you were sharing a box of pizza in the living room with your old lover when something interesting on the television caught your eye.

Ransom, broadcasted on CBS, being interviewed on your disappearance.

You watched with wide eyes as Ransom begged for your return on national television. It was one thing seeing your mother plead for you to come back, the same woman who had installed such toxic behavior in you sob for your return, but Ransom. You’d never loved him more than in that moment.

“Hugh, if you could tell Y/N one thing, what would it be?” the interviewer asked.

Ransom turned, looking straight at the camera, directly into your soul, “Y/N, I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. I need you to come back safely, to see you, to hold you again. I’d give anything in the world for that right now,” he looked down, a tear falling down his cheek. “I can’t live without you in my life, I-”

His sentence was cut off by Andy grabbing the remote, and turning off the TV. You turned your head and frowned deeply at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked with a bit of a pout.

“I just couldn’t stand listening to him talk about you like he hasn’t treated you like shit for the past few years. C’mon, let’s get ready for bed.”

Your blood boiled. Andy was once a means to an end, but now he was interfering. He was clearly much too selfish to see that you and Ransom were quite obviously soulmates. A match made in hell.

You followed him to bed regardless, curling up on what had been your side of the bed for the past few days, and staring at the wall until Andy’s breaths moved from a soft and rhythmic pattern to loud snores. God, those snores were obnoxious.

You slipped out of bed and to his dresser, grabbing two soft ties from the drawer, and daintily tying his wrists to each side of the bedpost.

“What‘re you doing?” he mumbled, instinctively yanking both of his wrists as he awoke.

“I’m going back home,” you whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Andy huffed, tugging on the restraint attached to the headboard.

You shook your head, “I am.”

“I should’ve known. Why would you do something like this? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in with the law?”

“Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when the world finds out that you kidnapped me?” you retorted.

This threat seemed to wake him up right away, “what about this was kidnapping? I gave you a nice home, fed you, I didn’t even make a pass at you. I didn’t do shit to you,” he hissed. “You think I can’t prove that? I’m a lawyer, for god's sake!”

You nearly laughed, “Okay, Andy,” you paused for a moment, “As a lawyer, who do you think everyone’ll believe? Someone who the world was on a wild goose chase for in the last two weeks? Or the man with a family history of violence? Must I remind you that your father and your son have killed people?”

Andy shook his head, face pinched in sorrow at the mention of his deceased son, clearly a low blow. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Swear to god that you won’t tell a soul what happened here,” you leaned over him, getting right in his face. “Or I promise, Andrew Barber, I will ruin you. You’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars, or disbarred, or whatever the hell I decide to do with you. So keep your goddamn lips shut.”

You pulled away and he solemnly nodded, not bothering to put up a fight. You loosened the fabric around his left wrist and walked out of the room. You picked up the keys to Andy’s Audi on your way out, checking the time as you adjusted the driver's seat.

9:45 PM. Fatherhood really changed the man.

You pushed that thought aside and began your drive home, which turned out to be a surprisingly short trip. When you pulled up in front of your home, you were met with a slew of reporters outside of the house, along with a police car that seemed to be permanently camped there.

As you slowly got out of the car, a gasp, followed by a loud silence fell across the crowd. You limped for dramatic effect up the driveway as cameras followed you, and glanced back at them pathetically. From your peripheral view, you noticed the officers get out of their vehicle.

You finally got to your door, ringing the doorbell and waiting. You blinked harshly a few times, conjuring up the tears you needed to really make a spectacle of the event. After a few minutes, Ransom opened the door, eyes widening as he looked at you. He stepped out, and you wrapped him in as big of a hug as you could manage, genuinely missing his embrace. It was possible that you even let out a few real tears in the moment.

Your emotional embrace was interrupted by the man you recognized as Lieutenant Elliott, the same officer who’d been assigned to Harlan’s case.

“Ma’am,” he began, only to be shut down by you.

“Please, just let me be with my boyfriend,” you pleaded, crocodile tears streaming down your face as you spoke with the officer. You still needed time to get your story straight.

“Just give us the night, Lieutenant. We’ll come in first thing tomorrow morning,” Ransom added, furrowing his brows at the officer that he’d come into contact with far too many times.

He looked to his partner, who shrugged, then to you, “enjoy your night.”

Cameras flashed around you as civilians, journalists, and newscasters alike attempted to catch your attention. You grabbed Ransom’s hand and dramatically pulled him inside, insincerely attempting to hide your face by ducking and covering half of your face with your arm.

As soon as you were in the privacy of your own home, Ransom threw you against a wall.

“Why. The fuck. Would you pull a stunt like that,” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes wild, and a hand around your throat.

You whimpered as he tightened his grip, rage clearly flowing through his system uncontrollably.

“Do you know what you did to me? You almost had me thrown in fucking jail. Do you understand that?”

You nodded weakly, “Ran,” you whispered, “the baby,” you glanced down at your stomach.

He paused, dropping his grip on your neck and staring at you in awe, “no…”

You nodded again.

“How…? You told me you were on the pill… You- you made me use protection…”

“Surprise?” you said weakly.

“You’re a psychotic bitch.”

“I’m your psychotic bitch. And no child of mine will be born out of wedlock,” you taunted.

“That’s what this is about?” Ransom laughed manically. “You did this all because I won’t fucking marry you?”

You didn’t even have to respond.

“I should send you to the loony bin right fucking now.”

“What happened to all those things you said to me on TV?”

“You’re fucking delusional. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. And you will. I’ve had to put up with you and your stupid little antics for way too long. How do you think I felt when you killed your own grandfather?”

Ransom scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “you are so fucked up.”

“I’m the fucked up one? You killed your own blood in cold blood! You’re unhinged!”

“You faked your own death for attention, and got pregnant while doing it! Is that baby even mine?”

“The fuck are you trying to say, Hugh?”

“I asked if it’s even mine.”

“Really. You’re accusing me of cheating on you. That’s rich considering Mia, Layla, and whoever the fuck else. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You couldn’t have a normal adult conversation with me!”

“Are you kidding me? I asked you time after time to marry me and it was always some bullshit excuse!” you wagged a finger in his face as you spoke. “Oh, commitment scares me, oh, marriage is just a piece of paper, oh-“ you mocked his voice in a deeper tone before you were cut off by the sting of his hand against your cheek.

“Can you shut the hell up?” he growled at you as you held your own cheek, before you reached out and slapped him back, “I can’t believe that I’m stuck with such a deranged bitch for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe work on your vows a little, dear. I don’t think that those words are as charming to me as they’d be to the rest of our family and friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” he groaned.

“But I am,” you hummed, rubbing your cheek softly once again. “Look at how fast your life fell apart without me here. How quickly the public turned on you. Imagine how upset they’d be if you left me. I love you, Ran. I really do. You and I are perfect for each other, can’t you see that now?”

Ransom took a step away from you, pacing slowly in front of you. He ran a stressed hand through his hair, and took a long and drawn out breath, clearly at a loss for words.

“So when should we have the wedding? I’ve always wanted a Spring wedding, and I know it’s a little short notice, but I don’t want to be showing too much in my wedding dress,” you grabbed Ransom’s bicep gently, as if you were just having a regular old day with him, as if you hadn’t been choked and slapped moments ago. “But we can make it work. We always make it work, right?”

Your now fiancé stared vacantly at the wall ahead of him, giving you a slow, empty nod of agreement.

“It’s settled then,” you smirked. “I’ll start looking at venues. You find me a nice ring, okay Honey? One that puts all those other bitches’ rings to shame,” you sighed pleasantly to yourself, “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before hurrying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard a distant shriek of “fuck,” from Ransom, but you truly could not care less.

You hopped into bed, grabbing your laptop from its charger and promptly opening it. You couldn’t help but to smile at your own reflection on the empty black screen. This wasn’t how you imagined your engagement, but you did the impossible. You tied yourself down to Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he went down kicking in screaming, and you were likely in for a lifetime of cheating and resentment, but you did it nonetheless.

You finally won.

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