#and get super proud with his ducklings

[tiny-breadcrumbs]

Di feisheng as a guardian figure will be that one kind of parents that rushes to their kid school after the headmaster notice and blurt out the "BUT DID YOU WIN?" first before asking about the casualties.

[yuri-is-online]

I guess I can call myself a returner of interest in Fyuuture kid au to the masses, and I'm proud of it🏅 the part with other four dorms was absolutely amazing! Thank you! And your reply to my previous message was so heartwarming. My baby boy🥹 Yuu really should beat the magical marshall with a slipper when they meet again, no one touches THE bestest boy😤

It seems like I'll have to write down my questions, cause I tend to forget them in two minutes ���� but there's the one I remember:

It was discussed in one of the posts (Riddle!Yutu), how does Yutu look like?🤔 I thought he would bear more resemblance with Yuu, so everyone wouldn't quickly (or immediately with some fathers) make conclusions. Does he have beastmen characteristics if his dad's from Savannaclaw? Does he inherit Idia's hair? Can he transform into octopus/eel/dragon form? (In twisted wonderland, I mean, not in Yuu's homeworld. I've read that post💅🏻) Is he as tall as the twins? 🤔 imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Have a nice day/evening, take care of yourself!

You should be very proud of yourself annon I am having a lot of fun with this! The Magical Marshall's are a government organization so the image of Yuu charging a fed with a slipper gave me a laugh, but yes they should. How dare they hurt Yutu ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Hand slipped. Anyway Yutu wears a pretty big sweatshirt sweater dress type thing that obscures a lot of his facial features though I did briefly play with the idea of him wearing a sort of mask similar to an FFXIV ash mask:

The justification was that the air in the future timeline! Twisted Wonderland was so polluted by blot and Yutu was so used to breathing it he needed some magical assistance... I think I also wrote some bullshit about the mask applying a glamour to Yutu so he didn't need to wear the big sweatshirt, but I feel like the mask would be more suspicious than just some guy who wants to keep his hood up.

As for those unique features, yes. With the exception of Malleus! Yutu, all of the non human Yutus found themselves transforming into an entirely different species when they came through the mirror into Twisted Wonderland. It was an extremely painful experience, imagine having your parent basically die in your arms and the next thing you know you are turning into a giant pacific octopus on the floor of a castle in front of a bunch of people. Yutu should be rewarded for not losing his shit then and there. The beastmen Yutus needed some time to adjust to having stronger hearing and senses of smell, the merfolk Yutus basically missed the first few months of magic education getting used to their merfolk forms, and Yutu Shroud had his hair instantly set itself on fire and had a massive panic attack. The beastmen Yutus have to keep their extra features tucked underneath their hoodie, which is very frustrating for Jack! Yutu who has a lot of floof that suddenly has nowhere to go. Lilia! and Sebek! Yutu don't have any noticeable appearance differences (unless you like the thought of him having Sebek's hair color), but I do like the idea of their teeth getting sharper. I prefer to leave a lot of Yutu's appearance up to the reader, but I had a super clear picture of Riddle! and Epel! Yutu as being short, and the more I think about the merfolk... I see Floyd! Yutu as being a sort of middle ground between his parents's height and Jade! Yutu as being about as tall as his dad. Oh and Azul! Yutu is taller than his dad, he is a bulky boy.

Now. Malleus! Yutu. So dragon fae hatch from eggs that can only be created out of love and constantly need to receive magic from their loving parent. That clearly didn't happen with Yutu, so I don't think he can transform into a dragon. He is still clearly inhuman, he has Malleus's eyes and ages much more slowly than other humans, even in your world he looked really young for his age. Think of Malleus! Yutu as sort of playing by half-elf rules, he's going to be living for hundreds of years and as he gets older he will grow tiny horns and some scales around them. He is also the strongest of the Yutus magically speaking, he did get some love from his father after all.

I did have a thought of sorts about the whole egg thing... I mentioned before that I had played with the idea of giving certain Yutu's siblings, and while I am still uncertain of the others I can see Malleus! Yutu having a twin of sorts who did hatch out of an egg, who can transform into a dragon, and who would have been left behind in Twisted Wonderland. I have so many ideas I wrote a lot of them down but this au is already so complicated I don't know if I want to add her. I do really like it though...

[alaskan-wallflower]

We always talk about the Curtis bros, but do you have any Johnny hcs? ❤️🎞️

Oh absolutely!

(tw for suicide and s/h mentions)

He used to feed the stray animals of the lot-he’d be walking to the Curtis’ house and there would be an army of kittens and puppies following him

He names them all too, he has favorites but he won’t admit it

His favorite is a black lab he named Mocha and a dark brown cat with green eyes that he named Cinnamon (he loves his food related names)

He has the biggest appetite out of everyone in the gang-when the Curtis brothers would host thanksgiving they would make two turkeys for that reason alone

He’s very light footed and will sidle people by mistake

He hates bio because he hates dissecting things (more so after bobs death- i refuse to accept that Johnny died)

He knows karate because he would watch through a window (tying together Ralph Macchio’s roles lol)

His hair is canonically super fluffy not greased back (in the movie at least) and he secretly loves when people play with it but will never let anyone actually do it unless it’s a gang member

He always makes sassy little quips under his breath and no one gets mad because they’re actually kinda funny and original

Before their deaths, Johnny was super super close to Mrs. Curtis

Like she would leave slices of cake or leftovers from dinner on the windowsill because she knew he was too prideful (and too worried about bothering anyone) to actually ask

He doesn’t get bloated no matter how much he eats. Soda is insanely jealous

He’s not big on cuddling because he’s just jumpy but sometimes he’ll snuggle up with Pony in the lot

He’s one of the shortest in the gang, right after Sodapop (i’d say he’s 5’10’’ or so)

‘He is undefeated in burping contests and he’s proud of it (unless he’s in public then he gets all shy. Dally gives him shit for it like “come on we’ve all heard you before! don’t get all chicken on us now!”)

He isn’t subtle about being hungry either. He by far has the loudest stomach in the gang (coincidental for him being so quiet)

Him and Pony were inseparable as kids and Soda was insanely jealous (he got over it after Mrs Curtis explained Johnny doesn’t have anyone at home like Pony and that Soda has him all the time while Johnny doesn’t)

He never drinks. Ever. Even when he’s of age because he’s seen what it’s done to his parents and it scares him

The rest of the gang know this and they don’t drink around him or come near him when they’re actually drunk

He’s the prettiest crier you’ll ever see

He was an oops baby and his parents have no shame in telling him so. Because of this he often feels like a mistake and takes it out on himself in very bad ways

He has an older sister but she ran away and left him behind. He used to resent her for it but then started wondering if he would’ve gone through with it if she had gone with him

He loves croissants

He isn’t a fan of chocolate and swears sour/gummy things are better (him and Pony have bickered about this)

He has no problem standing up for himself against the gang if he thinks they’re being unfair to him

He’s not really competitive but he’s oddly good at making bets

He doesn’t bother taking a lunch period in school because he never has food anyway

He gets easily embarrassed when people know he’s hungry because he feels like he’s being a burden or something

His mom is Hispanic and his dad is Native American

He’s fluent in Spanish because of this and knows a bunch of insults (mainly because his mom used them on him)

He has a high spice tolerance but spicy stuff makes him burp and hiccup like crazy

He’s a quiet crier. Like he’ll just put his head down and you’ll hear teeny tiny gasps. He kinda trained himself to be quiet though

He loves ducklings. He’s rehabilitated a number of animals because he has genuine care for them but ducklings and birds were always his favorites

He’s on the ace spectrum (Demisexual)

He has the biggest brownest eyes imaginable and knows when to use the puppy eyes to get what he wants (even Dally can’t so no to those puppy eyes)

He often makes jokes absolutely degrading himself and the gang always sits him down for a “101 reasons why we love Johnny” session

He made a joke about offing himself one time. Did not end well. The gang panicked and wouldn’t let him be anywhere alone for months because they were so worried

Speaking of, he’s attempted a number of times but was obviously never successful

He always feels a lump in his throat when he sees anyone with s/h scars because it means they’re hurting in a similar way to him

His parents tried to institutionalize him once but the gang got there before anything could actually happen

His response she to fear tends to be snap back. It’s all he knows. So if he’s afraid or feels threatened he will snap and yell at you

He hates feeling like a pet. The soc girls at school would treat him like a quiet shy pet until he snapped back at them

He despises nearly every soc (before he met cherry and expanded his thought process)

He has a pine allergy and once Darry had a pine scented candle and he almost died (Darry felt awful because he didn’t know)

Whenever the gang roughhouses they go light on him and make a point to not insult him because they don’t want it to turn into something his parents would do

I kinda like to headcanon that he has vitiligo but on his arms and back and such but he’s really insecure about it so he hides it

He has pretty bad PTSD and his panic attacks are intense

He has told the gang to “shut the fuck up” when they got too loud

Coincidentally he despises johnnycakes (he melts when it’s used as a nickname for him tho)

He’s kinda big on pet names because he didn’t get that a lot as a kid from anyone besides Mrs. Curtis. But he also doesn’t like to feel babied

That’s all I have for now-really went on the angst train…woof-anyway-hope you enjoy!

[sparklepocalypse]

Is it okay to send the ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ask for three fics I adore?

Late Bloomer (the world building! mwah!)

Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come (such a sucker for Arthur in fics and this one hung the moon)

Single Sad-Sack Seeking Same (this fluff ate my heart with its charm)

Challenge ac-freaking-cepted -- I will absolutely word vomit some director's commentary about all three of these fics!

Since a good portion of this is going under a jump to spare folks a scroll: send me director's commentary requests on my fics! Other fics I've already rambled about for this ask game:

When I Met You (I Could Not Speak)

If We're Caught in a Wave (I Will Carry You Over)

Creative Differences

Let's start with Late Bloomer, which I was calling "unhinged Omegaverse" basically right up until I published it. This fic was born out of a really lively discussion in January with @duchessdepolignaca03 and @zwiazdziarka that spiraled into omegaverse tropes that do and don't scratch the brain nicely. One trope that we all sort of landed on as not great is the idea that a male omega is automatically hyperfeminized.

So then I decided -- well if there's one character in any fandom who's going to say, "fuck your secondary sex characteristic norms," it's probably Alex Claremont-Diaz. This percolated in my brain for a bit and eventually spawned a sort of reverse ugly duckling fic where Alex presents as an omega well after his peers and, therefore, also after he goes through puberty. Then he finds love in alpha Henry, who's also not the stereotypical brick shithouse alpha.

I knew I needed some sort of conflict because I didn't just want this to be porn (although it got super porny), so I decided the American medical system was just as terrible in the AU as it is in real life, and that America is just as terrible to omegas in this AU as it is to AFAB folks in real life. For example, the heat meds concept was inspired by the various forms of hormonal birth control on the market that are all intended to be taken by AFAB folks.

The other two fics under the jump!

Moving on to Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come! This is hands down my favorite thing I've written, and I'm so proud of it. This was originally supposed to be a cute little ficlet which probably would've only included the scene from Henry's early childhood, wherein he wishes for a best friend and finds one in a shrub on the Kensington Palace grounds.

However, Mother Nature had other plans: we got hit by a bomb cyclone on the day I started writing this, and then we lost power for a solid week. For the first couple of days of the power outage, I was charging my iPad with my car, and then we got hold of a generator so I was charging my iPad with that, and it's probably the only reason I remained relatively sane.

Once I got past the scene where Henry is eight and Alex is seven, I found myself adding more interludes as Henry grew up, and knew that Arthur would have to be a large part of it. Henry canonically thinks his dad hung the moon, so I had to make him the best dad ever.

Alex developing a bond with Arthur wasn't something I ever set out to write, but it naturally happened as I continued working on the story. It allowed Alex to understand the depth of Henry's grief and feel it for himself, which made a world of difference in how things ended.

Finally, Single Sad-Sack Seeking Same: this was my "oh shit, Valentine's Day is this week" fic. And, listen. I'm really bad at fluff, generally speaking. I need there to be a depth of emotion in my writing that I can't really access when it's just fluff, so I knew I'd have to make either Henry or Alex go through it.

Which is, of course, why the fic starts with Alex losing his coffee and getting soaked by NYC winter road slush, and then delves into the hardships faced by the clients from the LGBTQ+ youth center with whom both he and Henry work.

Really, my favorite part of this wasn't Henry and Alex themselves, but Pez doing his best Billy Porter and fabulous godmothering these two idiots into love.

[xamaxenta]

It’s me, ya boy,dropping more omega whitebeard stuff on you because I’m deranged

So pops heats don’t tend to be like normal heats with how odd his system is, sure his hormones do still cycle but with no actual ability to have pups why have an actual heat? No instead every so often pops gets super affectionate and the crew loves it. His instincts demand that at some point every one of his pups are grabbed to be scented and given quality time in the nest. Everyone loves it given its hard to get one on one time with pops in such a big crew and who doesn’t love the chance to not have to be a big scary pirate of an emperor’s crew and just get to chatter on to a very indulgent proud pops. Whitebeard also gets the urge to look over the entire ship to make sure things are running well like the ship is one giant nest of his and it’s had an odd effect. Alphas generally tend to be more relaxed about the state of the den and more stressed about the security of it but Marco, who’s been following pops around like a duckling since he basically was a duckling has picked up on these habits and now fusses like the might high strung omega over the wider running’s of the ship. Marco gets teased about this of course, the crew joking that if a barrel gets misplaced he’s liable to pluck his own feathers but even at the approach of another emperor he still so relaxed he could fall over, very un alpha like. Whitebeard however is so proud and turns out Marco wins in the end because ace the omega everyone can agree no one is good enough for loves these personality quirks.

Speaking of ace: heartbreak time. Ace has never really let out a ‘distressed pup’ chirp since he was an infant as he quickly learned he’d never get a response to it. What’s the point of letting out a ‘im a hurt scared in danger pup’ noise when no one would save him and it only made him more vulnerable? Well that changes are marinefold as, on the run from akainu with luffy and nearly caught ace (probably a bit old for it but so scared) chirps. Whitebeard promptly flips his shit in the way an omega with a threatened pup can. Like sure, the marines were vaguely aware that whitebeard was an omega and his odd dynamics with his crew but that day they learned it first hand.

SOBBING AT THE SECOND HALF oh NO he learnt to never make that little endangered pup noise because no one would respond/react/help him so he just learnt to never rely on it wtfff thats so good what the hell im gonna lose it

But Marineford happens and Ace being too old to make such a sound and yet out it comes, a clear, high and definitely distressed sound and Pops showing off that there is a reason he holds the title of the worlds strongest man

It’s a damn shame for the marines that he’s an omega too, because maybe just maybe he may have spared them if he were an alpha

Cryign in these chilis anon

[juniperhoot]

We recently rewatched Super Vocal season one, and went through all the emotional ups and downs perhaps even more intensely than the first time.

With that in mind, imagine how wholly I am losing my mind at all the new Super Vocal 声入人心 content now, like the “reunion” show 吾湖音乐局 （Wohoo Music Bureau, aka Wohoo Brothers) on Mango TV (and YouTube). It’s a collection of some of my favorite Super Vocal season one singers, including (so far) Ayanga, Ma Jia, Fang Shujian, Liang Pengjie, Zhang Chao, Ju Hongchuan, and Gao Yang, with a few more we should see arriving next weekend (including one of my faves, Li Qi!), gathering together to once more “chase the light” together while staying together in a mysterious house with lights powered by music and a hamster wheel. (Just… watch the show. Trust me.).

I’m bummed that Zheng Yunlong doesn’t appear to be involved (at least so far), but he’s been very busy lately, so I’m still getting my Dalong fix!

Also, so far Huang Zihongfan (aka Lars Huang) has only appeared via a phone call, but he just dropped a new album (!!!!!), so he has a lot going on right now. So proud of him!

The Wohoo Brothers appear to be preparing for a concert - I believe they are working on the upcoming concert staging of Ayanga’s new musical The Message （风声). Can’t wait for that!

It’s so great to see the Super Vocal “juniors” (ducklings?) all grown up and singing so beautifully. Shujian has really matured as a performer, but honestly, I could say that of all of them. Working with Ayanga and Dalong in 2018-2019 was so good for them, and they’ve clearly continued in their studies and vocal development.

There was also a recent episode of Time Concert season 4 (episode 3) that featured several of these guys, plus Wang Kai and Cai Chengyu, revisiting some of the songs performed on Super Vocal. (Look it up on the Mango TV app for full performances, as some of them are muted on YouTube.) Big performance glow-up to check out: Zhang Chao is DELIGHTFUL on stage now, very warm and engaged with the song, his fellow performers, and the audience.

[marc--chilton]

"chase was super receptive tho bc he has issues and imprinted on house like an actual duckling" YES I CONCUR.

i also agree with your characterization that it's a "i am going to be nice to you more often but don't get any ideas" type of relationship rather than a "come to mama" type. i love fluff and all, but it's house. the man is not that affectionate or nice or pleasant. mgv wouldn't change that.

but the chase/thirteen sibling relationship is so real. i love that. i need more fics with that.

kutner being left out :( he's like. replacement chase. that's the role he fills. in that he's the dumb one. but he's also kinda replacement cameron because he's also nice.

anyway i love your mgv it's so good i love house abo when it's done well and this is done well.

does house ever bring gisele to work with him? or would cuddy say "absolutely not are you insane"

have a splendid day!

-🎸

like there are times where house is weirdly nice to chase and thirteen but that's just like. bc he's closing in on his heat and despite common perception, heat does not solely mean "sex now" especially if the omega in question is a parent. and chase likes the attention but even he has to shoo house away if he's getting too affectionate to the point of impeding their jobs (pup or not, there's not a lot of house-duckling hanging out with after work hours. like at all. the most is with thirteen and even then they're not like superbesties or anything, she's just his favorite to fall back on when house can't drag wilson into whatever that day)

he still calls them idiots, he's still a huge dickhead, but he also does more for them than for others. which tends to just be something so small as house making a vending machine run and asking them if they want anything too. the bar's pretty low

chase takes this weird found family type thing to heart, and it's obvious. because daddy issues. to the point where he's actually spent a heat or two with house because when he first presented, chase didn't get the right care from his parents so his hindbrain looked to house to fill that role. awkward? incredibly. did house agree? yes. did he do a good job mothering an adult chase and giving him all those parental affirmations he missed out on? not really. but he absolutely tried, and that was enough for chase, so. success!

(worth noting that house, too, did not receive adequate care when he first presented either. john ignored him entirely for his cycles, physically disgusted and uncomfortable, and blythe as a low-instinct beta didn't understand the nuances required for taking care of a child who presented as an omega)

kutner <333 i don't have anything to say there besides i love him. he's kind of like chase for dumb, cameron for nice, but he also has a je ne sais quoi of chaos that's to die for. he was way too jazzed to dig a grave and way too proud of himself for reviving a patient even tho in doing so he also set her on fire. baby boy how on earth did you get through med school <333 he's also a beta for what it's worth. in my mgv betas tend to be the most alike to real humans (no/weak cycles, less instinct-driven, sometimes thought of as "safe" or "boring" by As or Os) so don't get involved in as much drama so like. he kinda confused but he got the spirit

110% house has brought giselle to work. the first year of her life he was especially attached to her and argued against hiring a sitter or putting her in daycare -- saying daycares were just communal cultures waiting to infect his pup with superflu, or a sitter would confuse her and make her imprint on them instead of house or wilson -- when really due to his prior miscarriage and resulting (mostly not dealt with) trauma meant his hindbrain would freak out if he was away from her for too long. cuddy and wilson both actually get on to him for it (wilson less so. he's biased bc he also loves their lil baby to bits) but the only thing that gets him to stop trying to bring her is when she starts getting sick the same time house's current case proves to be infectious. and he's mortified because he's convinced she's caught (insert disease here) because of him, and she's so little still that this illness could conceivably kill her.

it turns out she doesn't have the sick of the week, it was just normal baby illness that scared him like it would any first time parent. definitely got him to stop bringing giselle in as much though.

thank you for this ask!! love an excuse to absolutely yap it out

[tired-biscuit]

LETS GOOO CONGRATULATIONS ON THE LITTLE ONES!! SHOW US SOME PICTURES OF THESE QUACKERS WHEN YOU CAN <33

This got me curious to how Kiba would react to getting ducklings lol i’m imagining them following him around quacking “mama! mama!” while he looks confused and annoyed (we all know he’s enjoying it though hehe)

or he’d be proud like “heh yes i am your leader now ducklings” and would be super worried if one of them got sick or fell down, then he’d run yelling to you to “help before they die!” and you’d be scared/confused like someone’s going to die!?!? (especially since it’s unusual for him to be so shaken so easily) then he opens his big hands and it’s a little duckling and you look up at him and he’s giving you these big worried puppy eyes aaaajaosjjdksj

just imagining his big, rough hands gently holding a little ducky is tearing my heart in two, i just—

I’M ON MY PERIOD AND AM SUPER EMOTIONAL AND HE’D LOOK SO CUTE AND HE’D PROBS SMILE WHILE HOLDING THEM BUT WOULD TRY TO HIDE IT AND DJSJDJDUE WAHHHHH

he sneaks them into the house whenever you’re not at home and lets them swim around in the kitchen sink.

[soulless-bex]

there should be more fics where peter parker is pepper’s son and tony gets to be the weird/bad influence uncle

i think that would be funny

here’s a few exemple to support my argument:

peter would tell tony right away about spider man and they would work in secret on a super suit. pepper gets mad at the both of them. especially tony. he’s supposed to be the adult and set a good exemple, but honestly, pepper isn’t sure why she expected better

peter messes with tony. a lot. like he uses his big brain to hack into jarvis and then friday to change the name of the protocols to something ridiculous and nonsensical. just for the comedic effect. he also locks tony out of the code to enjoy the chaos just that much longer

pepper tries to give her son a somewhat normal life, forgetting that he basically grew up holed in a lab with tony. as a consequence of that fact, peter freaks e v e r y o n e out with his obscure science knowledge. his teachers gave up. tony is proud. pepper is tired

everyone at si loves him. they think he’s the loveable son of their lovely ceo. r&d knows it’s a lie though. they saw peter crawl through the vents in the middle of the night once, for the sole purpose of pranking tony. there’s also the time they saw him build a ghoul like animatronic only to set it loose in the tower (what can i say, the boy loves chaos). they do not trust the golden retriever mask

everyone that isn’t r&d finds him real polite tho. they often ask him to run errands like bringing paperwork to his mum and stuff

everyone who isn’t in the know thinks peter is an orphan, and no matter how many times he explained that no, mary parker was not his mother, just his dad’s wife, his mom is still alive thankyouverymuch, they still deny the truth. he just became peter “i’m not an orphan” parker to the outside world. it annoys him very much. especially since he can’t say the full truth due to Security Reasons. he loves his mom very he much and would consequently love to brag about her

mama’s boy peter parker. duh

peter calls tony mr stark the moment there’s an impressionable soul (read; new employee that isn’t familiar with the si dynamic) in the vicinity. he knows tony hates it because it makes him feel old. he doesn’t care. he likes being a pain in the ass.

heir peter, because even tho he’s a little shit, there isn’t anyone else tony and pepper would trust to keep the tower standing for more than a week

peter during his first times living with pepper and tony, following tony around like a lost duckling because **science**. he picks up all the bad habits while he’s at it. that leads pepper to enforce the “please supervise tony” rule that says that peter isn’t allowed to be alone with tony without adult supervision. she first considered it when her son started drinking too much coffee for comfort and cursing, but what really drove the point home was that one time where they pulled an all nighter on a week day to build a miniaturized spaceship out of the blue. she did not find the resulting explosion funny

rodhey gets to be the trusted uncle. he’s however more often acknowledged as the babysitter, meaning that he has for task to ensure that his best friend doesn’t accidentally teach his too-smart-for-his-own-good nephew how to build nukes

joke on him, peter already knew how to build those thanks to previous binge researche

peter bullies captain america. the psas did not make a good first impression

[curiously-questing]

GUYS OKAY. I WAS JUST VIBING AND WATCHING A VIDEO ABOUT THE HISTORY OF FONTS BECAUSE I WANTED TO MAKE AN ACCURATE 1920′S NEWS REPORT FOR MY BOOK ANALYSIS - AND I WAS SEARCHING UP THE NAMES OF EVERYONE THE VIDEO MENTIONED. ONE OF THEM WAS NAMED PAUL RAND (not super important to the story but) WHEN I SEARCHED HIM UP I SAW AN OwO FACE AND I WAS LIKE “damn paul rand was the original owo thats like learning about how motzart would get on his knees and meow sometimes” AND. IT JUST HIT ME. LIKE A GOODDAMN BOULDER. “hey THATS. THATS NOT SOMETHING NEUROTYPICAL PEOPLE DO” SO I WENT TO OUR BESTIE GOOGLEtm AND SEARCHED THIS UP 

and i was like “haha i really am the first person asking this question”  AND THEN.

I WAS FFKING RIGHT AND I WAS SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR SOME REASON BUT THEN I WAS CURIOUS SO I CLICKED ON THE LINK.  I’LL LIST A FEW THAT I KNOW THE MOST ABOUT PERSONALLY. 

- Thomas Jefferson

- Bill Gates

- Steve Jobs

- Bobby Fischer 

- Charles Darwin

- Lewis Carroll (writer of Alice in wonderland)

- Hans Christian Anderson (original writer of The Little Mermaid and The Ugly Duckling)

- Michealangelo

- Nikola Tesla 

- Issac Newton AND ALBERT FUUCKING ENSTIEN. 

IT MAKES SENSE BUT ALSO I CAN’T THINK OF ANY FAMOUS HISTORICAL FIGURE NOT ON THE SPECTRUM?? AS PROBABLY THE 1 (one) SINGULAR PERSON ON THIS WEBSITE THAT IS NEUROTYPICAL I FEEL LIKE. LIKE WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS KNOWLEDGE. IM THE ONLY ONE ON THIS SITE THAT ISNT EMPOWERED BY THIS KNOWLEDGE. I FEEL LIKE NOW I NEED TO SEARCH UP COOL REVOLUTIONARY HISTORICAL FIGURES THAT I LOOK UP TO THAT ARENT ON THE SPECTRUM NOW CAUSE EVERYONE THAT DID ANYTHING SPECIAL IS AUTISTIC??? HELLO??

[allylikethecat]

ally! the new ducklings update was a very welcome treat!!! (as was last weeks on a friday update — btw I am LOVING fictional!matty & his dramatics I just wish he’d wake up and see what fictional!george clearly wants!!!)

back to ducklings tho — the angst???! you are killing me & i am hoping very much that in the next update fictional!matty gets some much deserved comfort as he is clearly going through it rn!! no one writes angst quite like you & i mean that very much as a compliment!!

also! these january prompts you have been posting have been so fun & i must say i feel very lucky to be able to consume something new that you’ve written everyday this month!!!

yours,

— 💌💌

Oh my goodness, hello my dear 💌 anon!

I hope you are doing well and that you are having a great week and a happy new year!

Thank you so much for taking the time to read the new chapters of Make Way for Ducklings AND On a Friday and for sending in this ask! I'm so happy to hear you're still enjoying the drama that is Fictional!Matty and how he just can't let himself have nice things (re: fictional!George)

Hehe Fictional!Matty has to make things worse for himself before they can get better - I'm excited for the next few Ducklings chapters, shit is about to get very real 💀 Also, thank you so much for your kind words about my writing, you're just so lovely and I'm so happy that you enjoy my angst! I have so much fun writing it and making my fictionalized characters suffer, and it's just so rewarding to hear that others are enjoy it as well, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you! 🥰

ALSO!! January prompts!! Thank you so much oh my gosh, I'm also so happy that you're enjoying those too! It's been a fun little writing exercise for me, and even though yesterday's and today's were HARD to get out, I'm so proud of myself for finishing them and posting them, even if I'm not super pleased with how they came out. And on that note, don't go into today's expecting much lol We're nine days in, almost a third of the way through the month, and I hope that I can actually finish one prompt for every day, I'm honestly shocked I haven't given up or slacked off by now 😂

Thank you again for reading and for sending in this ask!! I hope you are having a very happy new year and a fabulous rest of your week! Thank you!!

❤️Ally

[unluckyuncle]

baddestdangerboy​:

Oh, he doesn’t like the sound of that. This is just years and years of using him as a hu– as a duck shield. The more Badou watches, the madder he gets, the more his teeth clench and finally, even hearing Donald’s sad little voice, accepting this is his super power, his penance, and Badou–

“Are you freaking kidding me, dude!? Hell no that’s not bad luck, just bad circumstances, bad– bad situations dumbasses like your uncle are putting you into!!��

And definitely just their lifestyle, jeez. Something…maybe snapped a little inside Badou, something that takes him back to a little duckling-type he knew once who followed after trouble, and the one time it didn’t turn out ‘alright’. And he wasn’t even saving anyone. Donald’s way better than that. 

“No one’s getting hurt cause of you– they’re getting hurt, if they do, cause they’re dumb. Except the kids, they’re just normal dumb. These grownups don’t count!” 

He can’t help but be surprised. For all these months, he’s never really heard Badou get super upset; not like this. And definitely not in his defense (then again, he didn’t talk about his past that much.)

He stands up looking down at the little memories around them. Every single instance where his bad luck caused pain. Every temple. Every ruin. Every adventure something went wrong because of him. And then there were others... where it had nothing to do with him.

[... what am I supposed to do? I love my family Badou. But it’s been like this my whole life. I was a kid when I started this gig...] He turns his back to his friend. There was an anger building in himself that he wasn’t proud of.

Resentment. Frustration. Confusion. [I need my family but it hurt so much to stay... I already lost Della... even when I didn’t see Scrooge for 10 years. I missed him.]

[I don’t understand...] He mutters under his breath, crossing his arms. He’s so tired of this routine. He’s so tired.

[nights-nonsensical-ramblings]

What if the boom team got trapped in the movie universe?

ah very interesting 

 I’m gonna say for this that the boom crew haven’t met the Scu characters yet.

Like maybe Eggman did a thing during a battle and accidentally brought him, Orbot and Cubot and Team sonic to the movie universe.

At first they find it so weird because; there’s only humans

Ooh and early on there’s a massive Sticks freak out because someone in green hills sees them and they’re only slightly fazed and go up to them saying something like “oh are you more of Sonic’s alien friends?” And now Sticks is convinced Scu Sonic is conspiring with aliens.

But her reaction when she learns that Scu Sonic actively refers to himself as an alien is priceless.

G.U.N are loosing their minds. It was bad enough when one super powered alien child appeared then two more and a bunch of mystical reality warping jewels  appeared. and now theres alternate dimensions getting involved too.

Tom and Maddie just taking everything in stride like: yep this is our life now

The dynamic I’m picturing the boom crew having with the scu crew is: the cool cousins that stay over now and again.

 But as for more specific dynamic ideas

Orbot and cubot I need Orbot and Cubot to meet unit the drone. These three funky litttle robot dudes are great. It’s not uncommon to see the three bots following after Maddie or Tom like little ducklings. The scu boys love Orbot and cubot and think they’re so funny and sweet and Orbot and cubot are so happy because everyone’s being nice to them. They tried to speak to Crazy Carl at some point, the poor bots got terrified out of their minds.

Eggman Every now and again Eggman will try and do something villainous but utterly fail or have it be hilariously petty. I don’t know why but I can see him liking Tom and wanting to be his friend and Tom being in a constant state of ??? Around him. And I can see him hanging around wade for some reason.

Boom Knuckles Remember the boom episode where knuckles tries to find a family? (Knuck, knuck who’s there?) well he’s loving spending time with the family. And he admires Maddie a lot so he’s constantly trying to make her proud and impress her and then Scu knuckles keeps trying to one up him because he “must make mother proud” Another thing i’m thinking about Boom Knuckles and Wade interacting. The level of dumbass would be incomprehensible to those around them. But even if no one knows what they’re on about the two of them are getting along great

Boom tails: he is so shocked to learn the scu boys share a room and don’t go nuts in each other’s presence. Scu tails gets his help to try to teach wade basic mechanics. It does not work and now all three are banned from using power tools (wades is permanet the tails’ is not) 

Boom sonic: he’s going Stir crazy, hes not having any battles and this calm suburban day to day is driving him nuts. He’s challenged Scu sonic to many, many races. Scu Knuckles offered to spar with him but after Scu Knuckles under estimated boom sonics strength and hit him all the way across the yard he decided he will not be doing that again. He once found Scu tails building something and when he asked what it was the answer he got (definitely not strong enough to destroy a tank) made him live in fear of the tiny fox.

Amy: my first thought was her and Maddie calmly sipping tea while utter chaos happens around them. Aww but her and jojo the two of them would be so sweet together, Amy creating a make shift fuzzy puppy set and teaching her how to play, jojo Colouring with her and Amy taking in every word. Just the two of them being adorable. All this makes Rachel love Amy and the two of them also get on great, the two of them area force to be reckoned with when mad. Ooh I just remembered Amy adopted bea the bee bot, she’ll definitely approve of unit.

Sticks: she and Crazy Carl end up uncovering so many secrets together. If Rachel’s side of the family is over she has to be restrained so she doesn’t remove Randall’s head.

Ok but one absolute necessity is a baseball game. After all it’s no the scu with out baseball.

It’s boom team vs wachowskis 

Amy uses her hammer.

Boom Knuckles sees Scu knuckles punch the ball and copies him.

There where many lost balls and broken bats that day.

Orbot and cubot try their best

Someone gets hit in the face by an extreme speed ball

The scu provide commentary (aka narration) for the game

Actually wait, unit can’t really play so he ends up commentating most of the game by via poetry 

There’s like a 20 minute stretch where he’s only speaking in haiku.

[lu-dao-writes]

❝[𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 (𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)]❞

【𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎】: You fell in love with your two best friends. Ain’t that funny?

【𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈)】: Hurt no comfort, very mild sexual content, racism, bullying, no beta, maybe bad grammar?

【𝒜/𝒩】: Back with another post!! Super proud of myself for getting it finished soon too! Reader is blasian and gender neutral and I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you see any mistakes, and feedback is always appreciated! (Edited on 06:13/2022)

【𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈】: @ofblckwriters

At first it was Kojiro.

When you first met him, you were in middle school, and he had saved you from some nasty kids who had cornered you in the hallway. They were pulling and messing with your hair, pointing out and comparing your obvious differences, and even called you all sorts of terrible things like an ugly duckling, a fish, and of course a monkey. 

But before a possible alteration could break out, Kojiro came in and saved you, threatening them with a beating if they continued harassing you. After that the green haired boy had you stick close to him. 

You shared quite a bit of classes with him, and he was pretty well liked, very bold and friendly and passionate. You also frequently saw him with another boy who had pink hair. They were… Well, you sometimes couldn’t tell. They fought like cats and dogs but also stuck together like glue. You being reversed and still new to your new surroundings, never really bothered to try and get acquainted with them. 

But anyways.  

After getting used to Kojiro’s open friendliness, you found that he understood you to an extent. He too is biracial, half Japanese and half Italian, and although he understood his experiences won't exactly compare to yours he understood, and that enough made you feel a little less alone. 

You inquired about his friend, Kaoru, and the green haired boy told you that his best friend slash enemy was at home sick.

You were wary about immediately trusting people, but Kojiro made it so hard for you. It was mostly because he was so nice and charming. And because he was pretty… 

Damn your heart amirite?

For the next two days you grew close fast, Kojiro already claiming you as his second best friend, and on that Monday you met his first best friend… And enemy…?

Kaoru Sakurayashiki.

You were intimidated for sure. That last name came from a rich background, and you were a bit wary of rich folk, so you were a bit standoffish with the pink haired boy, and it didn’t help that Kaoru was a bit rude towards you.

You noticed how clingy and possessive he was toward Kojiro, and his bluntness and fierce glare intimidated you. For a moment you felt like you wouldn’t be friends, but on that fateful day you two were assigned a project together.

Thankfully you actually got your work done, and you’re not sure how the hell it happened but you both talked eventually (after a bit of awful and awkward silence of course). 

You talked normally and found each other's company to be not so bad. You both enjoyed art and had your own forms you specifically enjoyed, yours being dance, writing, and occasionally trying a hand at music- mostly making lyrics- while Kaoru was into drawing and also writing. You both also enjoyed dabbling into philosophy, and both have anxiety. 

After opening up, Kaoru had formally apologized to you for his previous behavior and explained that he was just scared of Kojiro leaving him behind. 

“But that’s still not an excuse to be so mean to you. I will work on that behavior and make sure not do it again. I hope you will forgive me (Y/N). I really want us to be friends,” he apologies with a nervous look.

And you forgave him of course after seeing how genuine he truly was.

Kojiro was excited that you two were friendly and got along together (and good god your poor heart stuttered at his huge, bright grin), and then the three of you became a close knitted trio. 

You didn’t bother with your feelings, more focused on your family, friendship, and studies, and you wanted it to stay that way even when you realized you liked Kaoru the same way you like Kojiro. 

You actually got extremely confused about that because was it normal for someone to like two people at the same time?? Well, after reading Twilight and consuming other media you relaxed on it and continued consulting with your journal.

Then comes the time you upgraded to high schoolers… Bless your heart, both boys seemingly grew up overnight and were looking very handsome, and it stunned you. But that's not all that changed. 

Kojiro grew to be more of a flirt and Kaoru, well he was hardcore hitting a rebellious stage. Gone was his usual sophisticated look and in was the more edgy but very fashionable look he adopted eagerly. His piercings and suaveness made you flustered, and Kojiro’s flirts and growing muscles nearly stopped your heart. 

And their voices… 

But besides changes with them physically, they began to pick up skateboarding and grew a bit of an audience at school. Many times you’ve seen and heard them getting written or verbal love confessions or fan support. For Kojiro it stroked his growing ego, for Kaoru it was partially the same but he was also indifferent to them.

“A nice confidence booster, but I’m not interested.”

“That’s why you’re painfully single, Pinky~.”

“Are you saying you’re taken then??” Kaoru gripes, glaring at the green haired teen.

Kojiro just gives a playful shrug, staring pointedly at Kaoru with a grin threatening to split his face.

“Kaoru, with how big his head is getting and it not showing signs of deflating anytime soon, I’m sure he’ll remain bitchless,” you say matter of factly, a small smirk on your face.

Your comment pulls a loud laugh outta the pinkette and the green haired himbo was choking and sputtering nonsense.

Although you acted cool about it in the outside, you were scared of losing them. You really wanted to be with them, but ain’t no way you wanted to tell them about your feelings. You were scared they’d think you’re too freaky and leave, or worse that the confession will ruin your friendship and make things awkward between you. 

So you kept your mouth shut and continued to only fantasize throughout the years.

Adam, another rich boy who joined your group, found out about your crush on Kojiro and Kaoru, and you were mortified and wondered just how obvious you were being. All he told you was just that you’d zone out at times and he pieced together some things in your writing pieces you let him see. He’d sometimes tease you about it, but ultimately he promised to never tell a soul about your feelings, and you were grateful for it.

All was pretty much great, but it changed on that fateful day… 

~On Valentine’s Day.~

You were looking for Kaoru and Kojiro that chilly school morning, trying to give them their gifts- something you did yearly on February 14th so that being single wasn’t always painful. After searching the campus grounds and checking the group chat, you headed to the rooftop spot, a place you hung out often at for lunch or when you wanted to skip class. You found the door slightly ajar and when you pushed it a bit you were confronted with the sight of your two best friends who were in a startling intimate position. 

Kaoru was straddled in Kojiro’s lap, pale fingers tangled in short green hair while tan, sunkissed hands held Kaoru’s ass and his luscious pink hair as they swapped spit together. They were so caught up in each other they hadn’t noticed you at all, thankfully enough. You bolted once you broke out of your trance, not caring if the door slammed since you booked it the fuck outta there and knew they wouldn’t catch to see who had caught them. Your heart was beating like a damn racehorse in your ears and your eyes were burning like acid.

You hid in the bathroom, catching your breath and trying to make sense of what happened. Your best friends were definitely more than just friends… They looked so.. Intimate. But maybe it could have just been pure lust…?

Nah, your gut tells you it’s something more. Something romantic. 

You ended up crying into your hands, crying and laughing with disbelief, and felt terrible for crying. Of course you’re not disgusted by them being together.

No. You just selfishly wish you were involved too… Your heart is hurting but you’re also happy for them and hope that they’re happy.

It’s not long before the two are blowing up the group chat asking about where you were and talking about their morning, and you put on your brave face, washing your eyes until the redness is mostly gone before meeting your gang of friends at your other usual meeting spot.

And you sincerely hope they don’t see, feel, or even smell the sad bitch energy that radiated off from you.

“Hey, there you are!” Kojiro calls out cheerfully as he spots you coming over, ruby eyes sparkling.

Kaoru, who was checking on his lip piercing on his phone (you highly doubted that's what he was actually doing), perks up and gives you a collected smile while Adam gives you a simple smile and wave.

“And you got our gifts!” the green haired teen adds, his excitement growing.

“Yeah…,” you reply softly before handing over your gifts to the three. Kojiro got a heart shaped box of assorted chocolates, Kaoru got a small stuffed bear with two chocolate roses, and lastly Adam got a pretty decent sized heart shaped chocolate. You in turn were given expensive chocolates by Kaoru, a bag of hot lime flavored cheetos, along with a Cantu package and a new pretty bonnet from Kojiro, and your favorite flowers with more chocolates from Adam.

“Thanks so much, (Y/N),” Kaoru says sweetly, looking at the bear in his hands with fondness, and you give him a smile and nod.

“Now you got two,” Kojiro teases the pinkette, causing his eyes to briefly widen.

“Two?” Adam inquires lightly, tilting his head a bit while he tries opening the boxed up chocolate. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, already having an idea of what Kojiro means.

The green haired teen pulls the pinkette roughly into a side hug, grinning. ��I got Pinkey over here a bear that was made to look like me! Now he can hug it and never feel alone or miss me!”

Adam laughs and you do your best to make yours believable while Kaoru has a blush on his cheeks, looking irritated. 

“Yes..  And I hate it.”

You know he’s lying. You’re sure that Kaoru absolutely loves it and will cherish it forever and ever. It’s so fucking romantic and cute, but fuck does it hurt at the same.

“Keep telling yourself that!” Kojiro replies before ruffling Kaoru's hair and pushing him away roughly, causing a playful fight to break out between them.

Boy was it going to be hard to keep yourself together, but you were going to be happy for the two and hope your feelings die down.

[mango-bango-bby]

Hello Mango 🥺 Can i maybe get some headcanons or fic of Dabi and Keigo spoiling the hell out of their darling? Like maybe they have noticed how their shy darling is really willing and doesnt try to escape and boys feel so proud of them and decide to spoil and praise them. And the darling gets really flustered and embarasses. Of course if you have time for it. Thank you and i wish you a very peaceful day ❤️ Love you

♡ Spoiled Rotten ♡

(A/N: Oh my goodness you all seem to love my mafia!DabiHawks fics, I’ve gotten so many requests to do more of them!!! Perhaps I should do a series one day— but that’s for another time!! This was super cute to write and I hope you like this 💖 I hope you also have a lovely day and I love you too!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, mafia au

Summary: Keigo and Dabi’s spoil you with another one of their lavish gifts (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader x Yan!Hawks)

❥ Mafia!Hawks, mafia!Dabi, mafia au

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You let out a yawn, rubbing your eyes as they adjust to the light. You look around at the sunlight casted through the sheer curtains before laying back down on the bed for another moment.

Every morning you expected yourself to wake up in your apartment however instead, you woke up in your captors mansion. In a lavish room that both your captors had decorated specifically for you.

You get up out of bed, stretching when you do so. You open up the closet, looking at all of the expensive clothes, jewelry, shoes, and bags. You couldn’t even go outside and yet you had bags and shoes! They were simply there so Dabi and Keigo could make you wear them and model them for both men.

You slip on some clothes before heading down the stairs, stopping when you notice Dabi and Keigo. Keigo clearly cooking breakfast for you, while Dabi was smoking a cigarette, looking through some kind of documents. Probably information on a different mafia house.

However before can think, a certain winged man recognizes you from around the stairwell.

“Good morning, duckling!” He calls in a singsong like voice. You can see pancakes in the pan next to him on the stove, you’re not surprised as it’s one of the only things he can cook. Dabi looks up, putting out his cigarette in a near by ash tray.

“Good morning” you mumble, hiding a bit behind the staircase before stepping out and sitting at the counter. That’s where you eat breakfast every morning with Dabi and Keigo. Although on the counter in your spot is a box wrapped in pink wrapping paper.

Before either of them can say anything, you speak. “A-Another gift?” You stutter. You had enough things! You didn’t think you needed anymore, plus it almost makes you so flustered. “Obviously we got you another gift. You’ve been so good for us, sweetheart” Dabi says, reaching over to pet your hair. The action making you fiddle your fingers in embarrassment.

You guess who have been ‘good’ for them. You had been scared in the beginning but after that you just let this happen. You were still shy around them but you didn’t try to escape, you let them do whatever they wanted with you. Which was just to love on you after a long day. And in return they gave you praise, presents, everything you could ever want.

You keep your eyes on the box. Keigo telling you to open it and that  he and Dabi picked it out specifically for you. That point making you even more flustered, opening the present.

The present is a small necklace, delicate with crystals and gems. A small wing charm and a small flame charm hang from it in diamonds.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[wheelsup]

the taming of the shrew | two

if i be waspish, best beware my sting

after some setbacks, penelope is willing to do anything to get you back on board. but has spencer already ruined things?

A/N: hello! im so sorry that this posting schedule is super inconsistent. the more i thought about this chapter, the less i liked the more technical aspects of it. but! i hope you enjoy to plot aspect of it nonetheless <3 thanks for reading!

category: fluff, slow burn series, spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

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Since that phone call with Penelope, she’d been over nearly every night for a week with plates of treats and onslaughts of apologies. Each time she came knocking, you told her there was no amount of persuasion that could change your mind. And yet the following night, she’d be there, a new type of pastry in hand and a new set of reasons why Spencer was worth the trouble.

First, she brought blueberry muffins and reasoned that deep below that prickly exterior, he really was everything she promised –– sweet and caring. But that must be deep, deep down. Like, The Lost City of Atlantis, deep down, because you didn’t expect it to surface any time soon. 

Then, she brought fudge brownies and explained that his behavior wasn’t personal –– he was getting snippy with everyone lately. And while you maintained that anybody would have a hard time getting along with Spencer, you were absolutely positive that it was now impossible for you. 

Quite frankly, it wasn’t just Spencer who was unwilling to play nice. You hated him. More than you’ve ever hated a stranger. 

You wished him a lifetime riddled with minor inconveniences that would drive him to the edge of insanity. You wanted him to miss all his trains by just a quarter of a minute; close enough so that he could see it leave the platform, knowing he almost made it on. You wanted him to constantly feel like he was about to sneeze. You wanted his socks to be perpetually wet, and if he should happen to put on a dry pair? You hoped he stepped in a puddle.

That was all you could think about as you laid out on your couch, munching on one of Penelope’s lemon bars while she paced around your apartment. She kept going on and on advertising Spencer to you. As annoying as it was, she was also saving you a ton on groceries that week. 

For the most part, you filtered her out. Not a single word that came out of her mouth was believable anymore, especially not when she was talking about Spencer. Despite what Penelope thought of him, you saw in him what she refused to accept. 

As her speech came to a close, she looked at you like she expected a response to dignify her prattling. 

“Give it a rest, Penelope. He’s a lost cause,” you laughed dryly. “He doesn’t need –– nor does he want –– anyone in his life.” At the very least, he definitely didn’t want you. 

“Yes, that’s the problem!” If you’d been listening to her, you would’ve heard her saying the same thing. “He doesn’t want to date!” 

Your head just about exploded when she said that. 

There had been countless, fruitless conversations about this, and all along she saw the gaping hole in her supposedly airtight plan?

“If he doesn’t want to DATE, then WHAT was the point of this?!” Your fingers pressed the bridge of your nose; you suddenly felt a headache coming on. Funny how it always happened around the time of day that Penelope came to visit.

Penelope stopped pacing. She stalked over to your couch, picked your legs up by your ankle, and moved them to make space for herself. You begrudgingly sat upright as she took her place beside you. 

“Because he’s not himself anymore. He’s not open like he used to be. Not to the people who care about him the most, and certainly not to the world.”  

Penelope toyed with the hem of her dress, distracting herself from her quivering lip before pressing on, “Spencer Reid has always wanted love. And it’s not right that he no longer believes he can have it.” 

You hadn’t seen Penelope look so desperate until now. It was concerning. Because what could make her look so hopeless? What could make Spencer so hopeless? 

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s wrong with your little friend, but… there’s a lot more bubbling inside him than you’re letting on.” 

She chewed up the insides of her cheeks, wincing to herself at your incredibly accurate claim. 

“You are hiding something, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes on her. You were no detective, or whatever exactly her team did, but she was just awful at concealing her thoughts.

“It’s not my story to tell,” she murmured. 

She could already feel herself about to give it away and doubled down her mental defenses against it. Focusing extra hard on keeping Spencer’s privacy intact. If only you knew her track record with secrets, you’d be proud of her for staying quiet this long.

“What isn’t your story?” 

“That his girlfriend died last year.” 

She spilled it before she even realized what she was saying. You’d just asked so nonchalantly that she forgot she was talking aloud. Penelope turned purple, terrified now that the whole truth was out there. 

You couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that your trick worked. You were just as mortified as Penelope, and if you weren’t already sitting down, you knew you’d need to. You assumed there was something deeper going on with him, you didn’t think it was a dead girlfriend. That was some Nicholas Sparks shit. 

“He pretends like he’s fine but I know he’s not. And if he found a way to move on, maybe he’d start feeling as okay as he claims to be,” she sniffled before snot could run from her nose, tears lining the rims of her eyes. “I know I should’ve given you the full picture, but I didn’t think you’d go for it if you knew…” 

You were too floored to process it all right away. This added a whole new layer of complicated to an already uneasy arrangement.

“Well, I know you’re right about one thing. I would’ve said no.” 

She gave you a set of pleading eyes, praying you’d see where she was coming from. 

“I know,” she whispered defeatedly. “But maybe... now that you know, you can understand why he acts out the way he does.”

“Penelope, I can’t just… make someone move on, or –– or get them to believe in love! Especially when it’s fake.”

How on Earth did she expect you to pull that off? Did that guy from A Walk to Remember move on when Mandy Moore died? You hadn’t seen the ending of the movie, but you assumed not. 

“I’m sorry, this is just… a lot bigger than the favor I thought it was ––”

“What if I could return it?” she cut in. The gears in her head started to turn, figuring ways to patch up the holes she made. 

“There’s nothing I need from you.” 

That couldn’t be true. Penelope looked around the room and it didn’t take her long to think of it.

“I can help you sell your art,” she tempted, gesturing to the scattered canvases. “You make all your income from this, right?” 

You didn’t want to give any fuel to her fire, but you nodded. “What if… what if you didn’t have to settle for local buyers? What if I told you that you could make way more money selling them to the whole world?”

You chortled at her idea. 

You were a local artist, through and through. Your art got put in local galleries and sold to local buyers. Nothing more, and that was fine with you. You realized it a long time ago that it was just a pipe dream to think you’d be more. 

“I’m serious! You could get a separate painting studio, and stop living in one? Huh?” She wrapped her hand around your shoulder, waving the other in the air, urging you to picture it with her. “Imagine this: a kitchen that’s separate from your living room. A bed, inside it’s own four walls, and more than twelve feet from where you cook your meals.”

Pushing aside her so blatantly insulting your apartment, if that were a possibility, you’d want nothing more. But it already sounded foolish and you hadn’t even heard how she planned to pull it off. 

“Penelope, I’m fine where I am. I make the money I need, and that’s... it’s fine.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You know, I can hack all search engine results to make sure you are what comes up first anytime someone enters the word ‘painting’, right?

An airy chuckle left your lips. Of course she could. You patted her thigh twice and stood up, prompting her to follow you to your door –– hopefully, so she can show herself to the other side of it. “Still no, Pen.” 

“Just take some time to think about it!” Her voice carried through the wood as you shut it on her.

*

There was this one bench in Kenilworth Park – the one that overlooks the crystal clear pond – that you’d always been able to rely on to fix any problem.

There was hidden magic in the bushes that sprawled out from the edges of the water, surrounded by spiky green blades of overgrown grass. A simplicity you loved in baby ducklings paddling into the tiny body of water, swimming close together so they don’t get lost in, what seems to them, a whole ocean. And clarity provided by the freshest air in the world, under the shade of the big oak trees on a late summer afternoon.

But at the present, none of that came close to being enough.

The artist’s block started off as a minor inconvenience, but without your permission, had stretched into weeks of steadily declining motivation. Each new idea felt even worse than the last, and you were acutely aware that there would come a point where you’d officially hit maximum capacity for how awful they could get.

Still, that didn’t seem to light a fire under you. You happily coexisted with the blank pages of your sketchbook. Staring down at them, laying open on your lap in their stark-white glory, you felt like you were playing a waiting game. If you stared long and hard enough, maybe they’d flinch. 

Unfortunately, you never got to find out who won, because your phone rang inside your pocket. As if the caller had interrupted an incredible genius at work (which couldn’t be farther from the truth), you hastily raised the phone to your ear, slamming your sketchbook shut.

“Hello?” Your voice wasn’t as kind as it could be for someone with nothing better to be doing. Two seconds later, you learned who was calling and came to regret it.

“Hi, This is Rebecca from District Arts, calling with a message from Andre ––”

“Oh, hi!” you tried to walk back your previous tone, straightening up in your seat and pitching your voice higher, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to hear from him!” 

While Rebecca intimidated you, Andre happened to be your closest friend at the gallery. He worked closely with the artists to curate their collection and help them make sales. 

“Does he want to sort out what to set the opening bid prices at for my new pieces?” A handful of days ago, you sent him pictures of your new work and were waiting to hear his thoughts. You’d always been able to trust his opinion, and a vote of confidence from him might be just the thing to inspire you.

“Uhm…” There was a criminally long pause on the other side of the line, ended by Rebecca’s weary inhale. “Unfortunately, we’re calling to inform you that your pieces will not be included in the next rotation.”

For a minute, you weren’t sure what to make of what she said. You’d never heard those words before.

“What – what do you mean?” you laughed nervously. She probably misspoke. Perks of friendship aside, Andre always included you in sets. 

“Ugh, let me just get him…” her voice faded away as she put the phone down. 

That wasn’t exactly the reassuring statement you were looking for. In the time it took for the call to switch hands, your confusion finally melted in. And then quickly boiled into anger.

The District Arts gallery changed their entire collection every two months. The pieces shown accepted rolling bids throughout the full eight weeks, finally selling at the end of term to their highest offer. After that, the pieces got taken down, sent to happy new owners, and the entire gallery reset with entirely new works. 

So if you missed one rotation, that meant waiting two months to get back in.

“Andre, how am I just cut from the gallery!” you barked before he could get a word in. If he didn’t like your work, he could’ve just said so. 

“No one said that ––”

“Okay, let me rephrase.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, something you found yourself doing quite frequently lately, and took a deep breath in and out. It was seemingly just for show because it did absolutely nothing to calm you down. “Why wouldn’t you put me in the next set? I’m in all of them!”

“I know you are!” He sounded just as upset. “It’s just that… we give you the biggest space we have, because you always manage to fill it up. But this time… I’m not so sure you can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “What makes you say that?” You asked that, but you knew.

“You’ve only finished three pieces… I’m worried how you’ll deliver seven more before we set up.”

“But… it’s four weeks away, I could do ––”

“And it took you four weeks to make what you have... I’m sorry. We couldn’t take that gamble.” 

He took your silence as an opportunity to turn off the work talk and speak, just friend to friend. 

“You know that I trust you and I’d hold that spot if I could. But, I also know what you’re going through right now, and… I don’t know, maybe letting yourself rest would be a good thing?” 

Your heart paused. By, “knowing what you’re going through”, you assumed he didn’t mean the little artist’s block.

“If you’re implying that I can’t do my job because of what happened with Cyrus –”

“I’m not, I’m not....” he backtracked as quickly as he could. “But take another look at the paintings you showed me and tell me if they feel like you.”

Even if he was right, you wanted to fight him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg that you didn’t need that big space; you were willing to downsize and just turn in the three that you had. Even if they got shoved into the corner where hardly anybody bothered to look. You just couldn’t afford to go two months without the income. 

But even with tears beading up, you realized that the gallery couldn’t afford it either. They needed to bring in money and you couldn’t do that for them this time. So they were right to go to someone who can.

“Right,” you sniffled, recollecting yourself so he can’t hear the shakiness in your voice. “I understand. It’s a big risk, like you said… It’s for the better.”

Andre tried to thank you for being understanding and spewed some sort of encouragement. The words flew over your head. You managed to toss in a few ‘mhmm’s and ‘sure’s at the right places to coast you along until the call finally ended. 

As soon as it went dead, you dropped your phone to the side and brought your hands to your face, rubbing them furiously over your cheeks. Your fingertips pressed hard into your eyelids, trying to forcibly reabsorb the tears threatening to spill. 

It almost worked, until you tried to breathe. 

A full sob escaped in that one gulp of air and you succumbed to it. But the loud crunching noise of some pedestrian walking over the falling leaves destroyed your sense of privacy, and you quickly wiped away all signs of your breakdown. The crunching stopped just short of your bench and on instinct you flicked your eyes up to see who the intruder was.

You did a double take. It was him. That fucking asshole.

He was standing there, looking dumber than you could even remember, with his hands in his coat pockets and a curious look on his face as he watched you cry. Tucking your sketchbook under your arm in haste, you made it a point to stand up with as much aggression as possible, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” you barked. “No need to yell at me this time.”

You bristled past him, barely refraining yourself from checking his shoulder as payback. You wanted to believe you were better than him, but it did sound incredibly tempting. He stood there for a moment before turning on his heel and following you.

“Wait,” he groaned.

You didn’t listen, neither stopping nor slowing down.

“I said wait,” he huffed as he caught up to you, popping up at your side and jogging along as you kept going.

“Yeah, because I need to listen to a guy who yells at strangers in bookstores.” 

Now that you’d brought up the elephant in the room, your feet started moving even faster, working double time to get you away from him.

Damn the fact that he had those long legs. He didn’t even break a sweat trying to keep up. He was inescapable.

“Well, if you waited like I asked, you would’ve gotten an apology for the ––”

“Gee, thanks!” you yelled, stopping for only a second to turn to him and give him a mocking bow of your head, hands clasped together like you were praising at his altar. “I was waiting with bated breath for that! Thank you, kind sir, for now my life can go on.”

“Look, I’m actually sorry,” he snapped. Then in realizing the irony, softened his voice, “I’m sorry for being rude. I was having a bad day… not that that’s an excuse.”

You stared at him blankly, just watching his mouth moving quickly and waiting until it finally stopped. 

“Did you need something?” 

“Did you… did you not hear what I just said?!” 

“No, sorry,” you smiled, voice sweet like sugar. “My ears filter bullshit. Wanna try again?”

He scoffed, looking away like he couldn’t believe you before stepping even closer. “What’s your problem?”

“Me!? The fuck –– what the fuck is your problem?” You turned and stormed off again, seething at his audacity. Spencer just couldn’t relent his annoying tendencies and followed yet again.

“My problem is that I’m trying to be nice, and you’re not letting me!”

You got a good, hard laugh out of that. “Okay, first of all, having to apologize for yelling at me and pushing me isn’t exactly the best starting point for the journey of becoming a nice person.”

“Like I said, I was having a bad day.” 

Under your breath, you muttered, “Well, I hope this one’s even worse.”

“Why are you such a ––” He stopped himself from finishing that thought. Even in his worst mood, he wouldn’t cross that line. 

But he didn’t need to finish it, you knew exactly where he wanted to take it. The soles of your shoes scraped against the loose gravel as you came to a grinding halt, ears ringing.

“A what?” You turned to face him, a sarcastic smile on your face growing wider as he started to shrink more and more. You got up close in his face, daring him to say what he really wanted to. So he could reinforce your belief in exactly the type of person he was. “A what?” 

Spencer pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to say it no matter how much you challenged him. If he wasn’t going to have the balls to say it, you decided to take it upon yourself.

“Tell you what, you keep thinking about it and get back to me the next time you’re in a cunty mood.” 

The word he was thinking of was probably not as bad, but you had a habit of escalating things. Even if you took this one too far, you didn’t care. 

Before you tried to take off again, Spencer’s hand flew to your elbow. He tugged you back, forcing you to turn around and face him. He didn’t know his own strength; without any resistance, you came stumbling into his chest, at risk of falling over if it weren’t for his tight grip on your arm.

It took you a beat to push him away with both your hands on his chest, vocalizing your disgust for being so close to him. 

“Can you stop trying to disagree with me for a second? I’m trying to tell you that you’re right, I was being a… well, you know…” He avoided the word. Apparently ‘cunt’ was where he drew the line. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.” 

Your nostrils were still flared and blood hot as ever, but he made you pause. He looked sincere, if not a little tinged with guilt as well. You were suspicious of it.

“You saw me crying and felt bad, didn’t you?”

He laughed darkly. “Well, I saw you, yes. Did I feel bad? No.” 

“Oh, my God,” you growled, berating yourself for getting close to believing he might be capable of decency. 

“I’m joking! I’m joking.” He squeezed your elbow twice in earnest. “I did feel bad, but that’s not why I wanted to say it.”

“Okay.” You weren’t ready to give him a real smile, so you flattened your lips into a thin line and nodded once slowly, and left it at that. 

You still weren’t a fan, but the apology did dampen some of the resentment. Maybe he wasn’t the worst person alive. You’d settle for saying top ten most annoying, instead.

Minutes later, you came to the startling realization that he was still on the path, just two paces behind you. You flinched when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, not expecting him to still be here. 

“Uhm. Where are you… why are you still following me?” 

“I’m not. My car’s that way,” he gestured to the parking lot at the end of the long walkway. “I forgot my loaf for the ducks.” He didn’t mean to offer that information up, it just slipped out. He could practically see your smug expression coming before it even got there.

“You’re not supposed to feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t care to explain this to you, but he couldn’t have you thinking he was any less competent than he really was. “It’s a special bread made from water and seeds that were ground into flour. It’s duck-safe.” 

“They make duck-safe bread?” Now that was something you’d never heard before. 

“No… I make duck-safe bread,” he said softly under his breath. 

You didn’t know how else you were supposed to react to that besides laughing wildly. 

“You make it?” He nodded like you were the crazy one here. As if he wasn’t the one spending his spare time grinding up seeds and baking loaves of bread for ducks, donning a frilly pink apron and oven mitts as he did so. At least that’s how you imagined it. “Why not just feed them the seeds?”

“Because, loose seeds will sink in the water and can potentially clog waterbeds and cause foreign bacteria growth in the pond.” 

“So you… hand-make the seeds into a little loaf of bread so it doesn't do that?”

He confirmed. You pondered silently for a moment, then absolutely had to ask, “You ever eaten the duck bread before?”

Spencer was caught off guard by that question. His cheeks deepened to a rosy color.

“Yeah, well, it was the house so…” he laughed nervously and stared at his sneakers. “It’s actually not too bad.”

You weren’t entirely surprised by that. You remembered what his grocery basket looked like, and given those same options, you probably would’ve tried the duck bread too. Still, you cracked the smallest of grins at knowing he makes bread for ducks. The one, sole redeeming fact you’ve learned about Spencer. 

You reached your car first, and Spencer stopped in front of it with you. 

“I’m actually sorry, you know,” he whispered once more, hand resting at the top of your car door as you opened it. He wasn’t talking about the incident at the bookstore.

“Yeah…” For a while you were so busy being angry at Spencer that you forgot about your own problems. 

He noticed your nose was still red around the edges, eyes still a little bleary. “Are you okay, by the way?” His voice was too soft, too genuine.

You shook your head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head again. And then you had an awful thought.

You knew he was just offering to help just to say it, because that’s how people react when you say you’re not okay even if they don’t care. But there actually was something he could do for you… Something that Penelope could do.

“Uh, no but…” you fixed your hair and tucked it behind your ear, seamlessly switching to a flirtier voice. “If you still feel bad about the other day, you’re welcome to make it up to me.”

Spencer cocked his head to the side, unsure of how he could do that. 

“Hang out with me sometime.”

“H-hang out?” You could tell that it flustered him, even if he tried to play it off. He swallowed thickly, nose twitching and brows scrunched together.

“Relax, I really do just mean hang out.” You were lying through your teeth. He didn’t need to know that. 

As if he didn’t want to think about it for a second longer and just get out of this conversation as quickly as possible, he agreed without thinking it through. He didn’t even ask why an almost complete stranger would want to hang out with him. 

You stuck your hand out, expecting him to hand over his cell so you could put your contact into it. He rocked on the balls of his feet, watching as you input your contact and sent yourself a text on his phone.

“Hi, this is…” you read out your message as you typed, pausing at just the right place. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh-uh, I’m Spencer.” 

A devilish grin took over your face, hidden from his view while you were looking down at the screen. He was going to be easy to fool.

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