#and is officially the last time i'm talking about it

[ebsmind]

⏾ SOMEWHERE IN THE HAZE, GOT A SENSE I'VE BEEN BETRAYED | jack hughes x singer!reader

summary : how y/n found out vince cheated the first time

word count : 1.3k

warning(s) : cheating (poor baby y/n ☹️), arguing, mentions of k wording Vince, Vince is a fucking asshole (sorry lol), crying (i hate to see my baby sad)

a/n : AHHHHHHH okay okay this is my first written part and I hope I did it justice bc as much as I love angst, it's hard to write it! anyways, I'm glad I decided to do this because it challenges me to not only go deeper for yall to understand reader it also kinda makes you see what she had to put up with (what the fuck vince) okay that's all I had to say! send me asks about this series bc I love talking about teehee OKAY BYE ILY

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The stars glisten upon the midnight-colored skies. The clock that sits on your nightstand on the right side of the bed, has officially struck midnight, signifying a new day. You turn a page of the book you're reading, And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie, a re-read. The early January winds whip through the city of Seattle. Draped upon you is a lavender-colored fuzzy knitted blanket. Handmade by Vince's mom, Tracy.

In the far distance, you can hear the water leaving the showerhead; Vince is taking a shower. The thought of joining him crosses your mind, but you shake the thought away and continue reading. You go to turn the 129th page, but Vince's phone dings before the next page is revealed. It takes a small fragment of a moment for your eyes to find where it sits. Once you do, you make a B-line to its location. You don't notice how his phone was placed face down until you reach the dresser.

Your eyes burn holes into the back of the phone. The clock is ticking. The more time passes, the less time you have to decide whether or not you're going to snoop through your boyfriend's phone. Your internal dialogue fights between two actions: Pick up the phone and read the text messages waiting for a response, or ignore it and continue reading your book. The little devil on your right shoulder wins the battle.

Before you even think about any consequences if Vince were to catch you, you find your right hand already reaching for the phone. The screen illuminates your face, reflecting against the blue lenses that sit across the bridge of your nose. The first thing you notice is the time, 12:34 am. Who in the hell is texting him at this time? The second thing you notice is how Vince no longer has you as his lock screen. Instead, you're faced with a picture of him on a golf course with some of his buddies. If it weren't for the worry about who was texting Vince this late a night, you probably would have cared. The third and final thing you notice is the simple "D" that had given him a notification four minutes ago. You don't have to unlock Vince's phone to read the message, FaceID recognized your face the moment you picked up the phone.

D

goodnight, can't wait to see you tomorrow 💋

*one image*

Waves of anxiety hit you like a tsunami. You reread the text message over and over, thinking that it'll change every time your eyes scan the last half of the message. It's imprinted into your mind, no matter how hard you try, it will never go away. The thought of pressing the message to fully see the picture makes bile rise up in your throat. Knowing it most likely contained some type of nude picture. Whether it was a picture of some nice expensive midnight blue lingerie, maybe even clear water teal, or a picture of the girl's tits, it was going to taint you for eternity. You weren't stupid. Things like this happen to stupid girls, but not you. It couldn't.

You don't hear the water coming to an abrupt stop or Vince walk into the room until he questions what you're doing. "Why do you have my phone?"

Your head whips up to where Vince stands, at the door frame that connects his master bedroom to the master bathroom. His light caramel curls rest on his forehead, beads of water drip down his chest, and his right hand rests on the knot in the towel that's wrapped around his waist. You don't realize the tears that started falling just moments ago until Vince asks, "Why are you crying?"

The gut-wrenching sadness you once felt slowly simmers down and a deep rust color of rage clouds your vision. Without delay, you chuck Vince's phone at his chest and scoff.

"Why do you fucking think?" You wipe the tears that stream down your face with the sleeve of your cream-colored cotton long sleeve, mascara ruins the once-clean shirt. Vince contemplates whether he wants to deny or openly be truthful with you, he unfortunately chooses the first option.

"Babe, come on!" He looks away from the lasers that are practically coming out of your eyes. He knows deep down he's screwed.

"No, Vince! You fucking listen to me! You better be so fucking grateful that I leave first thing in the morning because I'd probably kill you if I didn't!" Lungs working overtime so you can get all of that out in one go. Vince still stands at the doorframe, he doesn't plan on moving anytime soon.

"Who is she?" The question leaves your mouth under a breath, afraid of the answer that might leave Vince's mouth.

"I'm not telling you that." It leaves Vince's mouth at lightning speed, but you move even faster. Your feet carry you rapidly to where Vince stands, once he's in arm's reach, your hands start hitting his chest. You switch between curling your hands into a fist and punching, to slapping his chest. Uncontrollable sobs leave the depths of your chest, and tears cloud your vision to the point where you can only make out the silhouette of the man you never would have thought would betray you.

"I lo-lo-loved you! An-and you d-d-do this to me?!" Your sobs interrupt your ability to say the sentence in one go. Your body finally begins to feel the heartbreak. Your chest and nostrils burn, your head finally starts to pound, and your legs start to feel like jelly. Letting the sobs control your body and legs giving out, you finally accept defeat.

Your eyes close and you start to drop to the ground, this is a fight you aren't going to win. You wait for your body to hit the ground but it never comes, instead you're met with Vince's damp hands on your arms. He steadies you, "Woah, hey there. You're okay I got you."

Wasting no time, you shove the 6'0 man off of you, and before he can say anything else you spit out, "Don't fucking touch me."

Vince puts his hands up in defeat, "Okay! okay, I won't." Following Vince's response, you dash your way to the front door. The professional hockey player follows hot in your trail.

"Hey hey hey! Where are you going?" He tries to grab a hold of your shoulder to turn you around, your reflexes do you wonder and you shove his hand with all the willpower you have left. Disregarding Vince's question, you take your purse and suitcase -which had been placed right next to the door after you finished packing before you got into bed.

"I'm staying at a hotel for the night." Exhaustion hits your body, a bed -not Vince's- sounds amazing right now.

"No, stay. You leave in the morning."

"I'd rather be in some cheap hotel than spend another night with you." The backhanded comment leaves the boy stunned, you take it as your chance to finally leave. You unlock the door and guide your suitcase to follow you out the door. Vince never intervenes. You don't even bother looking back when you slam the door in his face.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, it doesn't dissipate until you're sat on a hotel bed. The mattress is hard, but you've gotten used to it when touring throughout your career. You take notice that the comforter won't do you any justice during the night but that isn't the first thing that's disappointed you today. Tears that stopped falling start to pour again, your chest aches and your heart feels like it's missing. You take a moment to finally acknowledge everything that had happened 25 minutes ago, and once you forcefully come to terms with it, you fall into a deep sleep. Not noticing the 64 missed calls and messages from Vince.

[justgivemethephd]

01.02.2025

Happy Saturday everyone!

I meant to upload last night, but unfortunately the evening very quickly got away from me. I had a super busy week, and between work, baking, training, and general socialising it all felt like one never-ending day.

I gave a presentation about my project this week and absolutely smashed it. Literally the most confident I have ever presented and the best I have ever answered questions. I did so well that my supervisor, who is not one for praise, messaged me to tell me I had done well. This has been such a massive reassurance that I know my topic and I know what I'm talking about, and it's such a relief to see I'm making progress and not panicking nearly as much when I get to the questions at the end of a talk. I also received feedback on my upgrade report and I'm going to spend some time this weekend and on Monday fixing everything before sending it to my supervisor. I've officially started the process of fixing a date for my upgrade which has given me quite the wave of anxiety to deal with but I know I can handle it and I'm excited to finally get this over and done with.

The next few days are going to be busy busy but I'm going on a weekend away to Amsterdam on Thursday so I want to get a lot of stuff done before then and ease my mind a little. I truly do have a habit of giving myself a million things to do right before a trip...

Oh! And I did really well with my training this week. Week 2 is over, and no pain this time so I could successfully complete my whole plan. I feel very proud of myself, and although I'm a little frustrated that I won't be able to work out as much next week I know I'll pick it right back up when I return.

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! Please remember to relax a little and allow your brain the downtime it deserves. We are not machines, we were made to live, laugh, enjoy and explore. Take care of yourselves.

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🎧 - Telephone by Lady Gaga

🎮 - Planet Zoo

📖 - Onyx Storm by Rebecca Yarros

[messrsrarchives]

last sunday i was feeling very melancholic and had spent the night on call with my nan for hourssss talking about my transition. she stayed up with me for hours, we spoke about everything from my childhood signs, to my discovery, to my exploration and starting hormones etc etc, we spoke about everything.

but really it felt a bit like a funeral, that's how she described it. she said it felt like a eulogy of what it could have been because that entire phone call started with me saying i need to Stop. she got a random message from me asking if she'd be by my side if i detransitioned, so she called me and we spoke about so many things i hadn't told her before - all of the harrassments, the comments, the friendships that ended that i've pretended haven't for years. literally everything from the stabbing attempt last year to the friend that blocked me when i posted about my first day on T.

literally my entire life in this one phone call and she ended it with "just give it one more day". there's a small dent in the wall from my phone now because,,, what an infuriating reply, right? one more day. one more day??? no, i need to make a choice now? i'm so tired of waiting for things to make sense, i did that for years and then it Did and then it all fell to pieces because even One More Day is one more than they want me to have.

and then the next afternoon i set off to go to my seminar, and i'm walking along listening to a voice note i recorded over and over and over. one to be sent to my friends so that i don't have to type it. one that said it will take a while until i look like "myself" again, and i know this makes no sense to them and i'm glad it doesn't, but that they need to stop calling me robyn. a voice note, because it's easier to say my deadname than to see it written down. i don't know, it feels more official in letters. like maybe if i hear it enough it will blend in with every other sound. and i'm listening to this over and over in the hopes that i can build up the courage to send it.

and i step onto the bridge towards class, not looking where i'm going and i walk straightttt into someone and i'm all apologetic and i'm crying from the voice note and i'm a wreck but i walked into someone else who was typing on their phone

and there's a lil trans sticker on the back of it. and i've never seen this person before ever but they adjusted my tote bag on my shoulder because i was still apologising profusely and i said "i'm sorry" and they said "me too"

and i know we were talking about the crash. i know it's not what they meant because that's not what we were talking about but. idk. it's dumb and there's probably something poetic about us stepping onto the bridge at the same time and managing to bump right into each other but all i know is that they had a trans flag sticker on their phone and they smiled and they said "me too" and,,, idk. rambling.

but sometimes it really is just one more day. that's all you need sometimes. and sometimes you have to tell yourself that everyday, and that's okay. because other times you'll literally and physically bump into another trans person and they'll say "me too" for something entirely unrelated, but it makes you feel a little less alone regardless.

anyway, i'm saved in their phone as Robyn now and i think that's pretty cool actually, we're getting lunch together soon

[midnightsun-if]

In the new update will we still get some family content too?

You absolutely will! On the plane ride specifically, the very first series of scenes in the upcoming update, you'll get a variety of chances to talk about your family (or to them directly). One of said options will be a few emails that you can decide to check that I had a lot of fun writing; especially as it'll give you a full overlook at the siblings' personalities compared to each other.

Christian's email, for instance, is titled: WHY YOU SUCK -- A Comprehensive Analysis (NOT a Pun)

Dear Most Annoying Sibling,

Congratulations! You have once again outdone yourself in the grand tradition of being a nuisance. I am writing to formally lodge a complaint; Cienna has already taken the official 'intimidating older sibling' role, and I feel my efforts in this regard are unappreciated. Especially since I do not have a glare that could make Antarctica seem like a nice location for a summer vacation.

First of all, why did you let Blake "borrow" my leather jacket? You're aware that the half-incubus you call a best friend has absolutely no control when it comes to his appetite, right? He returned it smelling like garlic. GARLIC! Do you know how hard it is to get that smell out? DO YOU? It lingers. It haunts me. I swear I can still smell it on my pillow, in my socks, and in my dreams. I have tried everything. Febreze? Laughable. Vinegar? Now it just smells like pickled garlic. Sunshine? Now I have a warmed garlic stench following me everywhere. I'm like a walking breadstick and not in a fun way.

People are staring. Not in the way I typically enjoy either. A guy at the café this morning sniffed the air, like some sort of bloodhound, and whispered, "Do you smell that?" like I was some kind of culinary cryptid.

Secondly, and this is the most egregious offense, I know you stole the last blood bag from the private stash in the lounge. That was mine. I licked it. It had my name on it. I hope it tasted like guilt.

Please fix your life choices immediately.

With begrudging affection,

Christian

P.S. I hope you have a nice time at Aurelian Academy and that everyone treats you well. Even if you are a bloody thief.

Compared to Cienna's email simply titled: Checking In.

Or Persephone's titled: A Little Joy to Share.

[mouldycakes]

"There is something wrong with the way that I am built. I... I can't, uh, I can't just enjoy happiness like regular people, you know? [...] every time something good happens in my life, I... I just I think of when it's gonna end. That's all I can think about." - Danny (S04 E19)

Original HERE.

I saw it on Twitter and wanted to have it and suffer over here ;_; Transcript of the whole conversation in 4x19 + some thoughts:

Steve: She's pretty.

Danny: What?

Steve: Amber. Can tell she really cares about you, too.

Danny: Yeah, I'll probably screw it up like I do everything else. Right? Not in my DNA to be happy.

Steve: I didn't mean that. That's not what I meant. (Earlier, Steve had said: "Danny, if she (Amber) was the same age as you, you would come up with a different excuse, whatever you need, because you can't be happy. It's impossible for you; it's not in your DNA.")

Danny: No, I'm officially agreeing with you. There is something wrong with the way that I am built. I.. I can't, uh I can't just enjoy happiness like regular people, you know?

Steve: You don't think you're being a little hard on yourself?

Danny: No, I don't. When I was a kid, my parents would go out to eat dinner. And if they were late coming home, I used to imagine that they died in a car wreck, just 'cause they were 15 minutes late. And I used to talk to God and beg him. I said, "Please just take my dad, not my mom." 'Cause I couldn't live without my mom. I mean, every time something good happens in my life, I... I just I think of when it's gonna end. That's all I can think about.

Steve: (seriously concerned) You for real?

Danny: Yeah.

Steve: That's not normal.

Danny: I know it's not normal. Listen to this. On my wedding day, I'm looking at Rachel, just about to say "I do." And all I can see is the day she's gonna serve me with divorce papers. No joke. And I... I don't know, man. The only sustained happiness I ever felt in my life so far is Grace. And, you know, it's just a matter of time before she turns 18, and then she's out the door and she marries some schmuck. I don't know.

Steve: (serious) You got to change, man. You can't live like that.

Danny: Well, I'd like very much to change. It's just not so simple, you know?

-- after losing Billy, Rick(kinda), Grace, Meka, Matt, all the stuff with Rachel and her mother, Gracie being taken away from him almost 3? times, being used as spare parts for Charlie -because if he hadn't been sick, Danny would have never known Charlie was his son and wow if that isn't a punch to the gut-, being there for his mother and sisters when they need something and then they just go 'kay thnx bye' and disappear, all the brushes with death Steve's had, plus his own, plus the stress of worrying about everyone, plus being kidnapped tortured shot and afterwards being basically abandoned by his best friend while barely out of hospital unable to walk unassisted I'm also mad Steve didn't answer his text or his last words wtf Steve?! , not to mention the casual way Danny talks about killing himself through the seasons... and I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting some stuff! man, Danny needs therapy ;_; (and I need to rewatch :D)

[feybarn]

Surprise snippet! @mercyghost I'm actually doing another prompt from your list. Obi-Wan and Quinlan stargazing as padawans. (Though only Obi-Wan is a padawan in this one. And... uh, stargazing is kind of ineffective on Coruscant, so that's somewhat debatable.)

“You know, if we wanted to see stars, we’d have been better off going to the holo-map room,” Obi-Wan commented, staring up at the dark gray sky above them. He and Quinlan were laying on the roof of the Temple, supposedly star gazing. But between the pollution of Coruscant, and the bright lights around them, stars felt more like a theory than something a person actually saw.

Quinlan snorted. “Yeah, because the holo-map room is know for its privacy.”

That was a fair point. And it was not as though either of their quarters were really an option for privacy. Knighted and without his own padawan, Quinlan shared his quarters with two other Knights, and Obi-Wan, of course, still shared quarters with Master Qui-Gon.

“I’m not having sex on a Temple spire,” Obi-Wan warned.

Quinlan let out a sharp laugh, and Obi-Wan tilted his head to catch the way Quinlan’s eyes lit up. They always did when he laughed like that and Obi-Wan never stopped finding Quinlan beautiful that way.

“Force, Obi-Wan. What do you take me for?”

“Someone who would absolutely have sex on one of the Temple spires.” Obviously.

Quinlan opened his mouth to deny it, then shut it, shrugging. “All right, so in the right circumstances. But that’s not what I wanted privacy for.”

Quinlan shifted so that he was on his side, facing Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan copied the move. The roof was uncomfortable beneath them, only somewhat alleviated by the blanket that Quinlan had brought from his quarters that lay beneath them.

They rarely had time together, these days. Obi-Wan was out on missions with Qui-Gon constantly. Quinlan had his own missions, now, as a solo knight. Quinlan would actually be leaving for Tatooine by the end of the week and Qui-Gon would likely have a mission for him and Obi-Wan within the same time frame.

But they still had moments like this.

“You’ll be knighted soon,” Quinlan commented, breaking Obi-Wan out of his thoughts.

“Maybe,” Obi-Wan corrected. They’d thought the same thing last year, and the year before that. But Obi-Wan was still a padawan. It bothered him, sometimes, but Qui-Gon had yet to even mention the possibility of Obi-Wan reaching his Knight Trials.

Xanatos had taken his when he was 18, Obi-Wan remembered. He couldn’t help but wonder if the reason he wasn’t Knighted yet was because Qui-Gon was so intent on treating Obi-Wan the exact opposite that he had his previous padawan.

“You’ll be knighted soon,” Quinlan repeated. “I want to go to the Council and give an official declaration of our pair bond before then.”

Obi-Wan paused, surprised by the words. “Quin?”

“And then I want us to train Aayla together.”

They’d talked about this sort of thing before, but it had always been more in the hypothetical than an outright plan.

“You want to go in front of the council?” Obi-Wan asked quietly. Because that meant this was serious.

Quinlan met his gaze, eyes fierce. “Yes.”

It wasn’t that Obi-Wan didn’t want it. He’d always felt a… certainty when it came to Quinlan. Had since almost the first time he’d met Quinlan, two years older than him, new to the temple, and suspicious of everyone around him. At first, it had simply been a certainty that they would be friends. The Stark Hyperspace had thrown that bond into the light in a way neither of them had expected. Tholme had been the one to identify the pair bond between them.

Pair bonds weren’t unknown at that age, but they were… unusual. Most pair bonds came as the result of years working together and careful intent.

Obi-Wan knew that those years and intent would come, would strengthen the bond they already shared. But the bond they had now was no less real for how unusual it was.

Still, a pair bond did not demand anything. Obi-Wan and Quinlan still had to choose whether this was a path they wanted. And… and Obi-Wan did. He wanted to walk this path with Quinlan.

“All right,” he said. “Let’s go to the Council.”

Qui-Gon might not like it. But… well, Obi-Wan had to trust in the Force. The Force had given him and Quinlan each other; that meant something. More than that, he had to trust in himself and in Quinlan. And he did.

This felt right.

Quinlan let out a breath of relief. “Good,” he said. He let out a laugh. “I kind of expected it to be harder to convince you,” he admitted. “I had my arguments and reasons all prepared. I even practiced on Tholme.”

Obi-Wan laughed, picturing Thelma’s quiet exasperation but genuine patience. “Should I be a bit more difficult? I’d hate to think Tholme suffered through your dramatics for no reason.”

Quinlan nudged at him, elbow digging into his side not-so-gently. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “You already agreed with me. No taking that back.”

A smile tugged at Obi-Wan’s lips. “All right,” he agreed. “I’ll just have to ask Tholme about it. I’m sure he’ll have the best details.”

“I’m not going to be living this one down,” Quinlan groaned, but he sounded too happy to really sound annoyed.

No, Quinlan really wouldn’t. Tholme enjoyed giving Quinlan a hard time far too much to let it go. Probably payback for Quinlan’s teenage years. But that just meant that Obi-Wan always had a partner in ganging up on Quinlan when necessary.

“I’ll be nice about it,” Obi-Wan lied.

“No, you won’t,” Quinlan grumped.

Obi-Wan shifted to press closer to Quinlan, absorbing his warmth. It wasn’t necessarily cold up here��though it wasn’t exactly warm, either—but Quinlan’s warmth was still comforting. He looked up at the sky. The stars were no more visible now than they’d been before, but for a moment Obi-Wan still felt closer to the universe than ever.

Perhaps it was because now he knew he’d never have to traverse the galaxy alone.

He and Quinlan would walk their path together.

“Tomorrow,” Obi-Wan said. “I want to tell them tomorrow.” He turned to Quinlan. “Master Qui-Gon is meeting with Chancellor Vallorum tomorrow, something about a favor. We can go to the Council, then. Before your mission to Tatooine and wherever I end up.”

Quinlan smiled, bright and warm. “Tomorrow. Not gonna let you get away from me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” A hint of mischief appeared in his smile. “What are the chances that we’re going to give Master Windu a headache?”

…probably pretty high, honestly. Whether it was a shatter point or their shenanigans was an even toss up. Master Windu had been exasperated by their shenanigans from the very beginning. He had also stopped and looked at Obi-Wan more than once before shaking his head and muttering about shatter points. When Tholme had told the Council about their pair bond in the immediate aftermath of the Stark Hyperspace War, Master Windu had literally groaned and buried his head in his hands. It made it all seem mildly alarming, honestly, but Obi-Wan didn’t let it bother him. The Force would guide them.

It already had. It had brought them together.

[revelboo]

I'm in love with Metroplex because of you 🫵. This man, I just can't...Thank you for your work! It's all beautiful. It really made me happy in a difficult moment 💗

I’m glad my writing could help! Metroplex has been a fun storyline to write, though I was really intimidated by the request when I first got it. Had no idea how to make it work

I Can Feel You Pt 18

Metroplex x Reader

• “Little city speaker.” There’s a weight against you and you sleepily look up at the familiar pulse of his spark high above you. Imagining that it’s the same rhythm as your heartbeat as impossible as that is. One drone’s head is laying on your belly, the other two at your sides, arms draped across you like warm, living weighted blankets. And you have no idea which one he’s speaking through, unable to tear your eyes from his spark. From that mesmerizing light and warmth.

• “Is that an official title?” One of the Autobots had joking called you that once. And you’ve felt purposeless for so long among the Autobots. Too little to help anyone, only getting in the way. But you’d helped Metroplex. Want to continue to help him, to be his voice since he’s still reluctant to talk to anyone else even through his drones.

• “A Titan needs his city speaker,” he replies, reaching with Six Gun’s hand to cup your cheek. “His voice.” Doesn’t want anyone else to fill that role, only you. And it lets him keep you close. Keep you safe. Isn’t sure how much you know about Cybertronians. Has anyone explained about their sparks to you? About spark bonds? Doubts it, but isn’t sure how to broach the subject. How to ask even more of you than you’ve already given him. It seems so greedy, but he can’t stop thinking of it. Wondering if you’d accept all of him. “I need you.”

• Heart warming at words, you feel Scamper shift against you. Resting his chin on you and looking up your body. It’s a funny feeling knowing this is him. All three drones Metroplex. And that you’re inside him at the same time. Feeling the words you want to say right there on the tip of your tongue and your own uncertainty holding you back. Know that he cares for you, but also that he’s ancient. That your life is probably a blink to him and that fills you with an aching sorrow. Because that must be so lonely. Hound has once told you that Metroplex was the last surviving Titan. That’s what makes you want to say it. To make sure he knows. “I love you.”

• For a moment he loses the connection to his drones, so startled by your words. Because it’s what he’d wanted, but hadn’t dared hope for. Knows everything about him must be so strange and unsettling to you, but you’ve stayed by him all along. Kept reaching out and trying to help him again and again. And those words mean everything to him. Wrapping all three drones around you, holding you the only way he can. “I love you, too, little one.” Wants to bond you so badly, but doesn’t want to rush you. You have time now to get to know each other, though he already knows you so well.

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AGH

I'm obsessed with regressed Janis so...

Regina, Janis, and the gang go out. And Janis slips and goes non-verbal so no one knows/can really tell.

Idk

:D I love you and your work so very much, you have so much skill. Truly my favorite writer ever!!!

Fade into you

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: Regina snaps at Janis, fluff, age regression

‘Fade into you

Strange you never knew’

Hearing the crowds of rowdy students around them who were either joking or discussing their weekend plans, Janis couldn’t wait to get out of school grounds. The past week has been filled with quizzes and at home? Janis’ father has been arguing with her mom about every little thing— absolutely just picking a fight when there was no need for that. Janis detested having to go home to that…chaos. So often times, she spent her afternoons at the park or the public library, only arriving home just in time for bed. The girl truly did everything in her power to avoid interacting with her parents. Her mom was okay, well— Janis was really close to her mom. Her father was the problem: almost always having a drink in hand, treating women like they were supposed to wait on him hand and foot, like women were only supposed to be housewives and babymakers. Janis loathed him, Janis couldn’t have her own voice around him…they kind of just co-existed, with one person having no acknowledgement for the other. How’d this start? The bunsen burner incident that led to Janis being kicked out of school for the remainder of that year. Kawaika immediately saw her as malevolent. Like some evil incarnate, and actually cried and asked what happened to ‘the good little girl he raised’. From that day on, Janis decided she was done playing nice. She only tolerated him. Her mom Alohi, fought to get a separation but he never wanted to sign the papers, and claimed he didn’t want to break up a perfectly fine family. This family’s been far from fine as long as Janis could remember, but the more she cared, the sadder she became, the angrier she was. So, eventually, Janis became…numb. Nothing scared her anymore. Losing her best friend was rock bottom for the Hawaiian artist.

She sat in a corner of the library, cozy and with her art supplies spread out before her so she could continue working on her current piece. Lost in her own little world, earphones allowing her to listen to her favourite playlist, Janis was startled when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Hey.” Regina slid into the chair next to hers. Janis smiled softly, “Hi.”

“Doing okay?” Regina asked quietly, “You left school so quick I didn’t even see where you were headed. Luckily we have your location.”

Yeah, that’s right. Regina was now her girlfriend. And has been for the last six months. They talked and worked things out, eventually admitting their feelings for each other and deciding to start dating after years of being apart.

Janis’ shoulders slouched, then she resumed working on her art. She didn’t want to look at Regina anymore, or Damian, who was standing next to the blonde. “You wanna go to the mall? Have some lunch? You barely ate anything at school today.”

Janis didn’t say anything but began to pack up her stuff. Slinging her backpack on her shoulder, she stood up and walked towards the door. Regina took the smaller girl’s hand in her own, and Damian followed close behind them both while they headed for Regina’s Jeep. No, correction— Gretchen’s BMW X5 SUV. Regina opened the door and Janis wordlessly got in. Damian got in last, after Regina did. Gretchen greeted Janis warmly, but the girl didn’t even do anything as much as a nod back. Gretchen didn’t take that to heart and just let her be. While the rest of the group chatted away, Janis tuned out the noise and drifted off to sleep. Last thing she heard was that Cady would meet them there since she was taking Aaron’s car instead.

Janis didn’t even register it, but she was then somehow in the mall’s food court with her friends, clinging onto her girlfriend’s arm while they all decided what to eat. Regina felt the weight and looked down at her side, “You okay, baby?” The blonde squinted, both puzzled and concerned. It was unusual for Janis to be this quiet, at first she thought Janis was just tired. And she was, but there seemed to be more to it…considering this level of clinginess. Janis finally responded, even though it was just a nod. “Let’s go get our food, okay? Then after that we can go look at some toys before going home?”

Janis continued following the taller girl around, their friends didn’t even bat an eye. The couple wound up sharing some Panda Express. Janis definitely did not want to talk so Regina didn’t force it…as much as she would rather have the girl be talking her ear off. This silence felt tense. Regina didn’t like it. But at least none of their friends were being annoying about it. Gretchen scooted closer to try to chat, still, Janis didn’t even join in the conversation. She had no clue what they were even chatting about now. All Janis knew was that she wanted to eat so she wasn’t hungry, look at some toys at the store and go home with Regina to cuddle.

Gretchen frowned, handing the Hawaiian a peppermint candy. Janis took it hesitantly but smiled before she returned to finishing up her food. “You guys want a ride home?” Gretchen asked.

“I’m uh, taking her to the toy store so you guys—”

Gretchen nodded in understanding, “I know. But I’m sure they don’t mind. They can take Aaron’s car home. Me and Karen will just follow along with you and Jay, drop you guys at yours after you’re done at the store.”

Regina hummed, “Okay, thanks, Gretch.”

“No problem.”

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Their visit to the toy store was brief. Janis didn’t get anything from there, neither did she want anything. Once Gretchen had dropped them off at Regina’s, the blonde said goodbye to Karen and Gretchen before turning around to enter the house. Still, Janis remained absolutely silent.

Janis crawled under the covers immediately, Regina barely noticed the smaller girl moving around so quickly, so eager to be in the comfort of her girlfriend’s room.

“Wanna cuddle?” Regina asked, already knowing the answer would most likely be yes. Janis nodded, Regina opened up her arms and wrapped them around Janis, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.” A shaky whine fell from the smaller girl’s lips. Regina rubbed her back soothingly and tilted her chin.

“You’re okay, I promise, bubs.”

Janis chewed on her lips, brown eyes wide and glossed over, just looking into Regina’s bright blue eyes. Regina’s heart clenched as she held the girl’s face in her hand, thumb caressing her cheek. Janis gulped, trying her hardest not to burst into tears. A tear slipped anyway, and Janis hastily wiped it away.

“It’s alright, sweetie.” Regina assured, “You’re safe with me, hm?”

As Janis finally allowed herself to let go of the tears, Regina engulfed her in a hug again. Janis’ face was smushed against Regina’s chest, tears seeping into her grey sweatshirt. All Regina could do was hold her close and let her know she was there. Regina knew the week’s been exceptionally difficult. Both in school and at home, Janis was also due to get her period in about a week. So all things considered, Regina couldn’t say she wasn’t expecting something like this to happen. She was simply glad that the girl now had a safe place to destress, and heal, or cope.

Sometimes, Regina was filled with guilt. Knowing she likely had a part to play in Janis’ regression. But she was also relieved in a way, age regression was a much safer coping mechanism than many others out there. Still, Regina knew Janis self-loathed and isolated until she couldn’t take it. Then…this happens. Janis would reach her limit and revert to a younger state. One where she was young enough to not have gone through any of the bad things, any of the trauma.

Sometimes, like these ones, they had a specific routine. Janis would cry it out then they’ll continue snuggling. After that, Janis would fall asleep to one of her favourite movies in the safety of Regina’s arms. Other days were…easier. Janis was happy and simply wanted to play. There’ve been times were Janis cried so hard she’d get a coughing fit, gagging and all. That made Regina feel the worse because Janis would be inconsolable, but Janis didn’t really know how else to express it other than cry.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Regina asked once Janis’d stopped crying.

“No.” Janis blubbered, voice still shaky and muffled since her face was still buried in the taller girl’s side.

“Okay, that’s okay.” Regina said softly, “What do you want?”

Janis only cried harder and buried her face deeper. Regina shushed her and continued the soothing motions of her hand up and down Janis’ back. Eventually, Janis fell asleep for a bit, and woke up asking for a snack. Regina took her downstairs to the kitchen, allowing Janis to pick what she wanted to eat and drink. Janis happily took the mini pack of chocolate chip cookies and a juice box from Regina then plopped on the living room couch to eat. Regina smiled in relief, quickly joining her and turning the TV on, putting on Tinkerbell.

Now, the silence was comfortable. So, Regina allowed herself to be less on alert but still stayed focused and present. In case Janis needed her help grabbing anything, or if she wanted to shower.

“…’m okay.”

“I know, my love.” Regina smooched her on the head again, “I know.”

“…thank you, Reggie.”

“Always, little one.” Regina chuckled, “I love you.”

Janis giggled, “Love you too.”

“How about some hot cocoa?”

Janis gasped, “Oooh. Yes, please!”

“Alrighty, let’s go make some. Then we can watch some more TV.”

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Boring

'This is boring as shit, who wants to play a game?' Tony asked, staring at the roof.

'What kind of game?' you ask, wanting to pass time but wearing of the billionaire's motives.

'Don't know, how about truth or dare?'

'How about fuck no' Natasha deadpanned, remembering the last game.

'Oh come on! You were a famous dancer for a month!' Clint teased.

'Exactly, I'm not letting you assholes post a video of me in Instagram ever again' The red head fired back.

'Spin the bottle?' Tony posed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

'No!' Steve shot out a little too quick.

'I mean I agree with Natasha, that night did get kind of out of hand' Steve stated, still not being able to look Tony straight in the eye.

'What about..... Uno!' Clint suggested.

'Fuck off' you stated glaring at the archer.

'What?' he asked in mock innocence.

'You know what'

'I really don't'

'No one knows what you're talking about' Tony said intrigued 'But I know I'd love to'.

'Natasha knows'

'Come on, tell meeeee!' Tony whined, until you finally gave in.

'Fine, Clint is an asshole, end of story'

'Hey!' Clint responded, a bit offended.

'Details! Now!' Tony demanded.

'N-E-V-E-R' you enunciated 'We made a pact, that night will never be spoken of. Ever'.

'You know some days I really hate you'

'Hate you too, honey'

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[vyunt-ramblings]

I live in Virginia, and this has already been happening to an extent.

Where I live, our school counselors were always mandated reporters for if a student was going to hurt themselves, if they were going to hurt someone else, or if someone was going to hurt them. Those were the three conditions where a counselor could disclose something a student said to the parents or proper authorities. A lot of them had posters in their rooms, with three blocks, each of them containing a different part of this rule.

About halfway through last school year, the posters changed.

There were still three blocks on the posters. But one of them contained the entirety of the "if you're going to hurt yourself, someone else, or if someone's going to hurt you" rule.

The other two?

"If you request to be called by a nickname not commonly associated with your name."

"If you ask to be referred to as a different gender."

Most of my teachers resisted and kept calling me the name they'd been using all year. One in particular smiled and looked me in the face and said my deadname in front of the class, then when I got upset and went on a warm line during class, she kept trying to force me to close my chromebook until I yelled at her for it-- I'm just lucky I could afford to stand up for myself. I know many of my friends didn't have that option.

My parents would only let me officially change my nickname in the system to the first letter of my deadname. This is what most of my teachers call me now, except for one kind teacher who calls me my actual name. I'm very lucky to have this. Not everyone does.

This was all happening before Trump. Many of my friends were caught off-guard by this legislation because it wasn't being talked about enough for them to have known about it.

Do what you can to act against these sorts of laws, especially if they're local ones-- write to your representatives, organize and participate in walkouts at your school, I've even written speeches for my friends to present in front of the school board when the policy I discussed was still in the process of being implemented.

It didn't work that time, but we can't give up. We have to keep organizing. Stay informed but don't forget to live a little too. One way or another we're going to get through this.

hi you may want to read this if you live in the US and are a trans minor, supporting a trans minor, or are a teacher/school official for kids k-12.

soooo... from what i just read in horror on whitehouse.gov, it's essentially going to be illegal moving forward for teachers to support trans kids in any way, shape, or form.

it sounds like this includes school counselors assisting with students' transition with things like using their correct name and pronouns, or just counseling them through their transition at all. not sure if this means school officials will just be completely silenced on this matter or essentially be forced to .. force kids to de-transition or stay in the closet.

it sounds like any school official definitely will be forced to deadname and misgender trans youth in school, and face legal repercussions and/or lose their jobs if they don't

here's the excerpt i found about this in the executive order "ending radical indoctrination in k-12 schooling" on the official whitehouse site:

(note specifically part iii)

here is what they define as "social transition":

so yeah basically. i dont know. im terrified for our trans youth in america right now.

im in shock and not really able to give any advice right now other than if you are close with a trans youth please support them, check in on them, keep them safe.

remind them that life is worth living and there are people out there fighting for them. if anyone has any other insight or advice please feel free to add to the post.

and yeah just please stay safe out there bc shit is getting scary. to all my trans siblings of all ages i love you. please keep living, even if just to spite this nasty motherfucker.

[fluffypurpleglitterdemon]

Xie Lian is not making figuring out the timeline of his 800 years of banishment easier. He'll say "oh, this happened recently" or "this happened a few years before or after this" and if you look at the dates given it's centuries ago.

[lycanpunk666]

Shoutout to that one guy in the black tabby games official server who was really demeaning about my reaction to Smitten's dialogue in the beginning of the happily ever after route and eventually pissed me off so bad because he clearly thought that I was a horror virgin that I literally turned my nickname in the server to "Princess Eater" post playing out The Den SPECIFICALLY so that he'd be squeamish enough to shut the fuck up

[mimicteruyo]

The character vote can now show romanised names? There goes me desperately flailing trying to remember the correct kanji.

[miodiodavinci]

the burnout is real lads . . . . .

[seaofreverie]

Anyway.... Back to what I was pondering earlier today... It's been 4 months but I'm still as deeply obsessed with Exotic Creatures of the Deep as at the very start

[purple-beans]

I can't sleep again