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kaepop-trash · 3 years ago

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I love ER!! could you write a part 2 to that? would like to see how johnny cares for her and them making up

The idiots part of idiots to lovers intensifies. I don't think miscommunication is a good plot device, but it just makes sense in this one. This ask refers to this drabble.

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WC: 2.6K

"I want to go home." She grumbled, frown growing when Yuta laughed on the other end. "I'm serious, I can't stand it anymore."

"Why? What did he do?" Yuta asked with blatant sarcasm.

"Well for starters,” She began, lifting her legs up to rest on the coffee table with a strained huff. “He keeps calling me every few hours from work. Not a moment of peace, he doesn’t even have anything to say. He just calls.” She sounded to the best of her abilities, annoyed by it.

She paused for a second before she remembered something else, “He always keeps the air-conditioning too cold!” She said with a snap of her fingers, “I told him I'm tired of eating take out so he made his god awful soup that I had to pretend to like. I swear his fridge only has red bull and mint chocolate ice cream. He hates mint chocolate ice cream so I don't understand that at all." She mumbled.

"That's a longer list than I was expecting." Yuta chuckled, "Isn't mint chocolate your favourite ice cream, by the way?"

"Yes." She groaned, moving on from that swiftly, "On top of it all, I think whatever medicine I'm taking for the pain is making me horny, it’s like an insult to injury. And he won't do anything about it because the doctor said no exertion. I'm already in pain from fusing a literal bone back together and moody and also a little out of it from the medication. This would all be easier to deal with without this man being this way."

“Being what way?” Yuta asked with a small smile.

“Are you even listening to me, asshole?” She said a little louder, making Yuta sit back with offence.

"Don’t take out your irrational anger on me.” He pointed a finger in the air that she couldn’t see.

“It’s not irrational!” She countered with her own offence.

He gave her an unconvinced hum and moved on, “Your problems all sound like the man trying his best to be nice to you. Why do you hate it?"

"Because!" She paused to take a frustrated breath, one that sounded to Yuta like unwilling acceptance. “He isn't supposed to be doing all of this. He's just feeling guilty about something he said and now all of this overcompensation is just making me confused. I need to stop being confused about him all the fucking time."

"Confused about what?" Yuta smiled when she paused mid breath, the clear sound of her chewing on her bottom lip coming from the other end.

"Just confused. I don't know, don't annoy me. I think it's the medication."

"Horny and confused. You sound like me at that German orgy." Yuta grinned when he heard her reluctant scoff followed by a groan, "Still I think a foreign language gave me a clearer message then you are right now." He clicked his tongue like he was chiding her.

She clicked her tongue back from irritation, "My message is very clear. I just want to go home."

"Don't be angry at someone for being kind to you because you don't know how to perceive their kindness. You're better than that." Yuta shook his head. "You're trying to give him an ulterior motive. But the guy drove you to the hospital in the middle of the night and is now doing his best to make your recovery as easy as possible. I think that's more than about guilt. You should thank him instead of being annoyed."

“I did thank him! Profusely!” She huffed when Yuta just hummed skeptically.

(Y/N) chewed on the skin around her thumb as she hummed to his previous words, chest clenching like it had been for the past week.

"Yeah, he's just nice I guess. Unpredictable, but he's usually just helpful like this. He got some friend of Mark's a very important job interview just because he asked. He's just," She paused, a sigh that was both of defeat and infatuation leaving her lips. "Nice."

Yuta's sigh in return was a knowing one. "Ten thinks you're both idiots and I'm starting to believe him."

"Why do you talk about me to Ten?" She frowned. “What do you mean idiot?”

"It's a common topic of interest. You know? Best friends and all that." Yuta stated, ignoring her other question. "We meet at the club once in a while. He misses both your patronage."

(Y/N) sat up on the couch, "Johnny hasn't been going?" The second the words let her lips, the eager tone made her regret speaking at all.

She heard him snort on the line, "I haven't seen him since both of you came last. Why don't you know this?"

"Because it's none of my business." She cleared her throat and levelled her voice back to indifference, relaxing her back into the sofa.

"You wouldn't know if it is till you ask," Yuta said with a smaller mumble.

She hummed again before sitting up, "I need to go now, I have to take a shower and think about what I'm going to eat."

Yuta laughed on the line, making her frown. "All very important tasks. Bye (Y/N), get better soon. Should I come to visit you now that I’m back?" He added like it was an afterthought.

"If you want. Come with Ten someday since you're so tight now." She rolled her eyes.

"I should do that. But you said you'll go home so I can just come there, right?"

"No, I said I want to." She corrected him.

"Then just go." He taunted her, devious smile audible in his voice.

"I–" She paused, pursing her lips and swallowing. "Nevermind." She groaned after her pause, "I said I have to go. Bye." She started taking her phone away from her ear, pausing when he laughed again. "What?" She spat this time.

"Stop being mad at Johnny because you have feelings for him." He chided her before abruptly hanging up.

An annoyed and slightly surprised huff left her at his parting words. She considered calling him back but thought against it. It would only make him believe he was right.

She was also terrified. If Yuta could figure it out, she was worried that Johnny would too.

She was sure that Johnny was only doing this because of the fight they had. It was his way of silently apologising for how out of hand things got, she knew this.

But still, his every act of consideration clung to her like added weight till she was sure that she would give herself away any day now. The situation was only made worse by their current living arrangements. It became too easy to imagine what it could be like with him this way.

It truly was a terrible situation.

He made it a habit to come home and give her a quick kiss every day without fail. He called her from work and asked her about her day like she'd done anything interesting at all to warrant the inquiry. She scolded him about doing the dishes instead of leaving them to pile up and he would do them each time with a grumble and a request to at least keep him company— something he never needed to ask.

Everything including his terrible attempt at a soup was endearing to her. And it drove her crazy when she realised that she would have to leave once her foot was healed but she'd never recover from this time they spent together.

At the start of the week, she'd joked to him that it would be a strange situation for them to get used to. This was mostly because they had never spent extended periods of time in each other's company without any sex. It was a statement Johnny playfully said he’d take as a personal challenge. Now she was certain that how easy it had been to spend time with him was almost stranger. And she was equally certain that he wouldn’t take that part as a challenge, only a burden.

When he'd pout about how exhausted he was from work and she'd listen to his complaints about contracts and disputes. It was strange how much affection his tired demeanour could elicit in her, how much affection she had for him as a whole. She huffed again, face hot from the embarrassment she felt from her own pathetic feelings.

She was suddenly aware that he'd made a place for himself in her life after this week. One that would remain till he was out of her life for good, maybe even longer. The thought burned a hole into her chest and she decided that her pending shower was in order.

Her time in the shower was spent thinking about what she'd have for lunch to keep herself occupied. She decided that some of the fruits that were getting overripe would be perfect and she could just ask Johnny if he wanted an early dinner when he came home.

She sat at the kitchen counter eating the same fruits while she made a list for groceries like she'd promised Johnny she'd do for his weekend run. When the keys rattled against the door she assumed it was either Mark or Ten. Looking up, her brows furrowed when Johnny walked into the kitchen with a large bag in his hand.

"Hi?" She said, sitting up and turning in her chair to look at him. "Why are you home already?"

"Hey." He walked up to her. "Mark was going to come with this," He lifted the arm with the bag. "But I had a light day so I just came home." He put it down on the kitchen counter before coming and standing close to her with the telltale smile on his face that made her lift her chin, already knowing what was to come.

He kissed the tip of her nose before leaving a peck on her lips, something he did each time he came home. She'd never admit it to anybody, but that alone made every other agonizing aspect of living here worth it. A small smile that she wished wasn’t involuntary tugged at her lips.

"What's in the bag?" She asked, resisting the urge to grab his collar and deepen the kiss when he pulled back.

"Well, you said you were tired of take-out. I mentioned that to Mark who mentioned it to his girlfriend. She made you something her mom used to make when she needed to feel better." Johnny smiled.

"That's–" (Y/N) sat back, completely surprised and incredibly touched. Both of which always seemed to render her speechless.

"So sweet, I know." Johnny chuckled, hopefully understanding this aspect of her by now. "She even sent you some bread and a cake. It’s good to know a baker.”

She nodded, trying her best to reach over to grab the bag and pull it towards her.

“Wait.” Johnny chuckled, “I’ll get plates.”

Johnny woke up, feeling too warm for comfort. It took him a moment to register the hand on his shoulder, still not used to how (Y/N) had started clinging to him in her sleep. Johnny bit back his smile as he reached over to lower the air-conditioner's temperature instead of moving away, smiling wider when she nuzzled further into him after a few moments.

It was several minutes later when Johnny was pulled out of his wandering daydreams by her stir, looking down at her just as she pulled away and opened her eyes. Another thing he was now used to by now. He turned over, arm falling over her waist.

"You have a doctor's appointment today." Johnny reminded her.

She gave him a nod, eyes struggling to stay open. "Yes, I need to get the medication changed."

"Why?" Johnny questioned with concern. She gave him a deliberating look over before looking away, "Unexpected side effects." She licked her lips. Before he could question it, she already moved on. "When is the appointment? I forgot."

"At noon, so we should get up." He tapped his fingers against her waist, a sliver of skin exposed from her t-shirt riding up.

She groaned softly at the words, nodding again as she buried her face into his neck with a softer sigh. Johnny chuckled, his chest buzzing slightly at the action.

"It's so cold in here." She mumbled groggily close to his ear, huddling closer to him. "Why are you like this?"

Johnny smiled at the complaint, using the arm on her waist to pull her closer.

They stayed like that for several minutes and Johnny thought she had gone back to sleep. But he heard her shallow inhale against his ear and Johnny realised that she was gathering her nerves to say something.

"Yuta's coming back tomorrow. I could leave." She paused, the implied question hanging in the air.

"You don't have to unless that's what you want." Johnny responded without deliberation, used to the careful tiptoeing of words he did around her by now to not even think too hard. A pout formed on his lips on their own accord both when she started pulling away and at the thought of coming back to an empty apartment so soon.

Johnny knew she couldn’t stay here for too long. But he’d prepared himself for a few weeks of this, a willing suspension of reality where he could imagine that this was how it could be. He wasn’t trying to get used to it, but he wanted to enjoy the feeling he got when he came home to her. He wanted to enjoy waking up to her and sleeping to her face for just a little longer. He didn’t want it to end so soon.

"His house has stairs." He added.

"I'm imposing." She mumbled, figeting with his fingers in an effort to avoid his gaze.

"No, you aren't." Johnny said immediately, "I'm fine with you being here." He tried his best not to sound too insistent.

She looked his face over carefully, brows furrowing the way they did when a thought troubled her.

"What?" He asked with hesitation.

"Are you just doing all of this because of what you said?" She asked, pulling back a little further. His brows furrowed in confusion this time and she sighed, "It's fine, you know? We don't need to be friends or anything. You were right, it doesn't help to overlap these things. I was just too angry to admit it." She looked down again, brows furrowing deeper.

Johnny felt his chest tug at the words but his own confusion remained, this time at how he could say just enough without saying too much.

"Hey." His voice was soft, "I didn't mean it like that."

She squeezed her eyes shut with a troubled sigh. "Stop. I already told you it's fine." She frowned at his chest. “You don’t need to do that.”

"No." Johnny cut her off, "Look at me. I didn't mean it. I was just angry at you." He urged, giving her a silent plea when she looked up.

"You don't say things you don't mean." Her words were cautious.

Johnny blinked, trying to find the right words to say. "You're right. But it was the way I said it that was wrong. You mean a lot to me, you know? I care about you, (Y/N). Whether we like it or not, we are a part of each other's lives. I just–" He paused, swallowing harshly like it was his bitter pill. "We're just in this strange place. I know exactly how you like to be fucked, but I don't know what your favourite movie is. I know that you love having mint chocolate ice cream as a midnight snack, but I don't know what your favourite food is. You don’t know much about me either. We're just," He paused to swallow a nervous breath. "We're in this strange place and I never know how to feel about that. That doesn't mean I don't want to know what you like to eat, or that I don't want you here.

"It's Pad Thai. That's my favourite food. My favourite movie is Mulan and I never ask you about you because I don't want to impose. I hate being more familiar than people want and I never overstep because I loathe when people cross my boundaries."

Johnny bit down his scoff at the words, that was probably one of the few things he didn't need to be told about her.

"I don't want to make you feel like you have to do these things." She added, "But I appreciate it more than I can explain.”

“You’d do the same for me.” He nudged, “You did do the same for me. I don’t think you realise how much I appreciate you.”

“Johnny.” Her voice was so small that Johnny was afraid this would be one of the situations when she’d remind him of her boundaries.

“You have an appointment.” He reminded her, shifting away like a coward. “I’ll take you to this Thai restaurant that Ten approves of afterwards, let’s get out of bed.” He didn’t turn to look back, already slipping out of bed.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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when they wrongfully accuse you of cheating ~ misfits

request?: yes!

“Hello, can you do please do post about Misfits when they wrongly accuses reader of cheating? Have a nice day❤”

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, angst

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FITZ:

After his not so great run in with She Who Shall Not be Names (Katerino), Cameron’s trust levels were not very high. When he started dating you, he tried to push those concerns to the back of his mind. You had a similar experience with an ex as he had with Kate, so he felt the likeliness of you cheating on him was very slim. But then he met a friend of yours, a friend that happened to be a guy, a guy friend that Cameron felt was getting a little too close to you. This, unfortunately, resulted in a fight that lasted nearly an entire hour. “(Y/F/N) is just a friend, Cam! There’s nothing between us!” “You spend so much more time with him than you do with me, though. You’re always out together, you always want to hang out with him, you were even out with him the other night when you told me you were going out for a girl’s night!” You scoffed and handed the final blow of the argument, “If you fucking listened to me for one second you’d let me explain that (Y/F/N) is fucking gay!” You slammed the door behind you as you left Cameron’s apartment, leaving him speechless, heartbroken, and feeling like a complete fucking idiot.

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INOTORIOUS:

While Matt often did join in on the jokes at his expense with his friends, he couldn’t help but take them to heart too. He knew none of his friends meant anything by what they were saying, but he often found himself believing the playful insults they threw his way. This led to him believing he wasn’t good enough to be with you and worrying about the day when you’d realize you could do better and break up with him. All his fears and insecurities came to a head when he noticed how close of friends you and Cam were becoming. “I don’t like that you hang out with Cam so much.” You looked up at him over your laptop, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” “I just...I don’t like it. I don’t mind that you’re friends with the guys, but you and Cam are...you’re different. I don’t like it.” You placed your laptop aside and sat up so you could directly walk to him. “What exactly is different about me and Cam?” “You just...you’re all touchy feely and you have inside jokes and you hang out alone together a lot...like...like a lot a lot.” “I don’t hang out with Cam alone at all. Usually one of the guys is there with us.” “You go out smoking weed with him.” “Yeah, and you can see us through the glass windows that lead out into the backyard, that’s hardly alone. What’s this really about, Matt?” He shuffled in his seat, not wanting to voice the concerns that he had. He was looking down at his hands, avoiding eye contact at all costs. This was enough of an answer for you. “You think I’m gonna fool around with Cam behind your back?” Matt started to shake his head, but then stopped. “Matt, you know I’d never do that to you. Cam is just my friend, I think of him as the big brother I never had.” “But he’s...he’s like...so much better than I am...” You stood up to hug Matt, bringing his head to your chest and cradling him as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Cam is far from better than you, Matt. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I’d be crazy to let you go for anyone else, let alone Cam. You’re my one and only, okay? I love you.”

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MCCREAMY:

Long distance relationships sucked ass. Especially when the person you were dating was in a whole other country with a totally conflicting time zone. Having the times line up where you and Jay could call one another and talk for long periods of time very rarely ever lined up. It was hard, but the two of you tried your best. You texted each other at least once every day and tried to call when possible, and even posted cute little Instagram things just so you could tag one another in them. Jay saw one of these posts one day and his heart felt light with happiness. He wished he could just see you in person and finally be able to hold you and kiss you. He was about to continue scrolling when another post by you popped up, this time with another guy. It was a mirror selfie from a club of some kind. You were dressed in short shorts and a crop top and you were basically sitting in the guy’s lap. Jay felt himself becoming slightly angry at the post. Obviously you had meant to post it, there was a caption and the person was tagged, but had you meant for him to see it? He called you almost immediately, not caring if he was waking you or interrupting something. You answered on the second ring, sounding like you had been drifting off to sleep. “Jay? What’s up?” “Who is that in your latest Instagram picture?” You hummed in response, still out of it. “Didn’t I post one of the two of us?” “I meant before that.” You made another noise like you were thinking, before saying, “Oh, that’s (Y/F/N).” “Why were you sat on his lap in the picture?” “Jay, can we talk about this later? I can barley form a coherent thought right now so it feels like everything you’re saying it going over my head.” “No, I want you to tell me right now why you posted that picture with another guy.” There was some shuffling, then the sound of a light turning on. He could hear you yawn on the other end before you said, “Did you read the caption at all?” “A little.” He hadn’t. “Then you know that the picture is from years ago, before you and I even met. And that I was posting it to remember when (Y/F/N) and I met years ago in a bar when he photobombed a picture I was taking.” Jay was silent. He didn’t really know how to respond to that at all. He was starting to feel like an idiot, why didn’t he just read the caption? “I’m gonna go back to sleep,” you said, breaking the silence. “Call me at a reasonable time when you’re ready to apologize for whatever this was about.” Jay listened as you hung up, leaving him in shocked silence, feeling like a complete idiot.

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SWAGGERSOULS:

Despite his jokes online about his appearance, Swagger was actually pretty insecure about the way he looked. When the two of you had first started talking online, he refused to do video calls or to send you pictures for the first while because he was afraid you wouldn’t find him attractive. He build a small bit of confidence to finally start talking to you face to face and to actually meet you in person. But the insecurities regarding his looks were always there, and they led to your first fight as a couple when Swagger saw you dancing with a guy while you, the Misfits, and some of your girl friends were out together. “Why the fuck were you dancing with him?!” he called over the thumping club music. “I didn’t know I was dancing with him! I thought it was (Y/F/N)! We went out onto the dancefloor together and I thought she was still behind me. I didn’t know it was another guy until you came over.” Swagger scoffed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “No, tell me Swagger.” “I just have a hard time believing you didn’t know some guy was grinding up behind you and you really just thought it was your friend. Did you really think I wouldn’t see? That I wouldn’t do anything about it?” “I didn’t fucking know!” “Whatever, (Y/N). Enjoy your dancing!” He left you shocked as you watched him walk away. Your face was on fire from anger and confusion, meanwhile Swagger was downing the beer he had in his hand, hoping to forget the night entirely when he woke up the next morning.

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TOBYONTHETELE:

Toby prided herself on not being jealous or jumping to conclusions. She had a massive amount of trust in you, she always had. You had never given her a reason to believe otherwise. But when you started hiding your text messages from her, taking your phone with you every time you left the room instead of just leaving it there like you usually did, being vague about where you were and what you were doing, Toby couldn’t help but feel suspicious. You had never acted this way before, and she knew she shouldn’t jump to conclusions but she just couldn’t help it. All the signs pointed to one thing: you were seeing someone else. Toby worried over it for so long that she nearly made herself sick, and that’s when she finally snapped. She confronted you when you came home from one of your secret “errands” you went on. “If you’re cheating on me, just fucking break up with me and get it over with.” You were shocked. “What? Babe, I’m not cheating on you. Why would you think that?” “You’re so secretive and you hide your texts from me and your phone. You’re always so open with me, but lately you’ve been hiding something. The only logical thing is you’re seeing someone else.” You tried to hold back your laugh but it was nearly impossible. You started to giggle, which frustrated Toby even more. “Toby, I’m not seeing someone else. It’s going to ruin everything, but I was being secretive cause I was trying to plan this big surprise birthday party for you.” You laughed harder at her dumbfounded face as you hugged her and kissed her cheek. “You know I’d never cheat on you, babe. I love you too much.”

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ZUCKLES:

Mason loved to party. Literally everyone knew that, you included. You were more than fine with that, but what you weren’t fine with was him always leaving you alone when he went to parties. At first it was just nerve wracking considering the fact that you didn’t know anyone, but then it became downright frustrating for your boyfriend to leave your side the minute you walked through the doors of a house party or a club. It was even worst because it gave creepy drunk guys the opportunity to try and flirt with you because you were there all alone. The night that Mason finally caught some guy getting a little too close to you, you felt relief when he saved you. The relief quickly went away when Mason’s angry face turned to face you. “Who the fuck was that?” You scrunched up your nose at the stench of alcohol coming from him. “Some creep. Can we go home?” “Why was he getting close to you like that?” You scoffed. “Why are you getting so angry? He was flirting with me, not the other way around Mason.” “I don’t like finding my girlfriend getting close with some other dude when I’m not around. How many times has this happened?” You felt anger rising within you. How the fuck was he here getting angry with you when you were the one being hit on by some creep? “It’s happened nearly every time that you have left me alone when we go out, Mason. Which, newsflash, has been every time we go out! Don’t fucking stand here and get angry with me when you leave me alone for creepy drunk guys to try and hit on every time we go out! Also, the fact that you’d even think that I would hit on a guy when you’re not around is an extremely low fucking blow, Mason. I love you more than anything, I would never even think about flirting with someone else. The fact that you’re accusing me of anything right now and not listening to me is so fucking disgusting. I thought we had trust Mason!” When you started to walk away, Mason grabbed your arm. “Where are you going?” You yanked your arm free and responded, “Home! You make the decision if you trust me enough to believe me!”

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ablogthatishenceforthmine · 4 years ago

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Mulan 2020 thoughts

So... I didn’t like Mulan.

Which is disappointing, because I actually had a great deal of hope for this one. Unlike most of the other Disney Live-action remakes (like Beauty and the Beast, and The Lion King), they didn’t just do a carbon copy of the animated one. And they seemed to not so much be remaking the animated film, as adapting the legend it is based on. But even though they thankfully changed a lot from the animated version, enough so that it is its own thing, it’s still bad. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still better than Beauty and the Beast and The Lion King. I mean this film has artistic merit, while those films have practically none. But yeah, still not a good film.

My main issue: What is Mulan’s journey in the film? I just... she doesn’t seem to have one. They just seemed to care about making her cool and badass, rather than you know.. giving her character development and depth. I mean, she is literally the same exact person at the end of the film as she was at the beginning. The only difference is that she is accepted in the end, but like... that’s not Mulan changing, that’s other people changing. How can you have a film and have the main character go through no internal changes at all? She doesn’t even really go through external changes, as we’re shown that she was already an amazing fighter before being trained by the army. So we don’t even see her learning how to fight.

And it seems like the movie is showing Mulan’s one big character flaw to be that she lies so that she can join the army to save her father? Why is the movie critical of this action??? Is the film saying that it’s never okay to be dishonest, even if honesty will result in your death/expulsion or your father’s death? Why is Mulan’s deception framed more critically than of the army men who won’t accept her?

And now on to the army men. Considering that Mulan doesn’t change, and that the only thing that changes is people’s acceptance of her, you would except that you would see the journey of how these men came to accept her and see that they were wrong about women right?? But we don’t get that. When they find out she is a woman, they are appalled and kick her out of the army, saying if they see her again, she will be executed. Mulan goes away for one scene, and when she comes back, everyone decides to accept her and put her in charge of leading a mission.. but why? What changed between these scenes that caused everyone to change their mind? There is no reason given to their sudden acceptance of Mulan. They say it’s because she’s a brave and great warrior, but that was true when they banished her!!!! So nothing’s changed! They just accepted her because the script needed them too, not because of any inner journey.

Also, what was up with the bird witch? She had potential as a character, but I just... what are they trying to say with her character. She decided to join with an evil army because no one accepted her as a female warrior and power wielder. But then she finds out that army doesn’t intend to put her in a position of power, and it just using her. And then she dies saving mulan, and says that Mulan showed her that women could be accepted. But Mulan didn’t show her anything, the people who accepted Mulan did. And why does this one experience of seeing a woman accepted override all the experiences she’s had of being cast out for being a woman who doesn’t fit conventional femininity? What did the film want her to do? Travel the world looking for a place she could be accepted? Live alone by herself because no one will accept her. Stay in her home and try to change everyone’s minds? Is her journey supposed to say that one shouldn’t place their value on other’s acceptance? Is it trying to say that she was wrong about it being impossible for a non-conforming women to be accepted? I mean, what is the message that her character is trying to convey??

And in general, what is the message the film is trying to convey?? Because I seriously don’t know. It’s better to be true to yourself? You shouldn’t hide who you are? Women can do anything? If you are competent, a sexist world will eventually accept you? The importance of honesty and family?

I also find this film to be pretty... insulting in it’s attempts to be empowering. It’s trying to be feminist, but it’s “feminism” is empty and shallow. It feels very pandering, like it’s just saying “you go girl!” It’s just empty “girl power.” It’s exploration of how limiting and harmful the rigid general roles are is soo vague, and lacks any depth, and is extremely heavy-handed (even for a kids film).

Also, um, maybe it shouldn’t have been written by all white people. Disney knew well enough that they should have a woman directed this film, and to have female writers, but didn’t know enough that at least some of those women should be Asian? That maybe if you’re gonna make a film about Chinese culture and based on Chinese folklore, it shouldn’t be told by all white people, especially as this is Disney’s first film with an all Asian cast. And i am glad that Disney has at least taken this step, and I’m happy that people are finally getting to see them represented more in film. I’m sure for a lot of Asian people, seeing this film, a Disney film with an all Asian cast will mean a lot to them. So if Mulan did anything good, it’s that. And i’m not trying to take away what this film means to anyone, and what a big step this film is for Asian representation in film. I just wish the movie was better written.

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lilousmustaches · 4 years ago

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Work this out

Jake Peralta x Reader

Warnings: Ladies stuff, i won't say anything else to avoid spoilers.

Notes: Here i am writing again after 3 years.... a total new fandom. I am watching b99 and i'm so addicted, Jake is the only thing in my mind right now and i had to do this. It didn't go as i planned, but i hope it's ok. It's small and english is not my first language. Expect more of Jake x Reader here, it's my first try and voilá.

Summary: Jake and the reader have a friends with benefits relationship and suddenly she starts to act strange.

Another work day in NYPD's 99 precinct. It had everything to be another normal day. Well... normal as it can get down there. But it wasn't.

Immediately when you entered the precinct, Jake turned his head up from his computer to give you a smile and probably a silly joke provoking you. But his smile vanished as soon as he saw you pass everyone with your head down, no good mornings and going somewhere down the hall.

"Hey" Rosa called looking between Jake and the hall you just disappeared. "What's up with (Y/N)?"

"I don't know." Jake responded confused as everybody else in the room. You were a joyful person, always smiling and greeting every single person that worked there.

"What have you done Jake?" Amy asked angry assuming it was his fault since everyone knew about yours friends with benefits relationship that has been going on for a while now.

"What? Nothing" Jake answered quickly indignant with the assumption.

"No, Amy is right Jake." Boyle said getting up of his desk and coming closer. "(Y/N) is acting weird this days, yesterday she didn't even wanted to eat some of my salmon cookies. She loves that. And coming here and not giving my good morning hug? Definitely something's strange."

"Boyle is right on that one." Rosa agreed with her arms crossed.

"I don't know ok?" Jake answered frustrated with your strange behavior rising his hands in surrender. "(Y/N) didn't went to my place this last weekend, in fact I had barely seen her for the past days. I really have no idea... maybe she's just trying to dump me and trying to make it easier."

"Or maybe she's tired of waiting for you to ask her out on a real date and assume her as your girlfriend!" Boyle pointed raising an eyebrow to his friend. "You should tell her how you really feel."

"Yeah, haven't you kept her waiting long enough?" Amy agreed. Everybody that met you and Jake knew eventually you were going to stay together. You had the same kind of humor and the same sassy tone. So it wasn't exactly a surprise when in one of the squad's reunions at the bar, you and Jake got hammered and started to talk and laugh closer to each other. Not a long time after that, you both disappeared going straight to his house. "It's has been months since this 'friends with benefits' thing started."

"Look guys." Jake said with a frustrated sigh rolling his eyes. "(Y/N) and I have talked about this. She's not ready yet for a relationship, she passed a hard time with that son of a bitch ex of hers. She needs time and I respect that."

"Oh here she comes." Rosa alerted and quickly everybody went back to their places and pretended to be working. You came out of the files room discussing something with Terry.

"Okay (Y/N), we can work on that. Good job." Terry said with a sweet smile going back to his desk, and you to yours. You sat down in silence still not looking around organizing your paperwork, but notice everyone quiet and you could literally feel their stares burning on your skin.

"What?" You finally said looking around to your colleagues and everybody tried to disguise murmuring a lot of 'nothing' 'just working'. Everybody unless Jake. He was watching you intensely trying to figure out what was wrong.

Your eyes locked for a second and you could see that he was worried, and that broke your heart even more. This wasn't supposed to happen right now. Your heart was beating fast and nervousness took over your body. You quickly turned your attention to your desk again and took your purse pretending to organize something there.

"Good morning squad, today..." Captain Holt started to say walking out of his office but stopped in his tracks when looked over your desk and catch the sight of something inside your purse. He looked back and forth you and Jake. "Oh..."

"Oh what? What oh?" Jake asked fast doing his classic bite lip when he was anxious, trying to figure out what Holt saw that he didn't.

"Hmm" Holt said looking at Jake like he didn't know what to do now. "(Y/N) please come to my office."

Jake watched you get up and follow Holt into his office, closing the door behind you and closing the shutters. He strained his eyes shaking his head in denial. Ok, this was how things was going to go? Fine! He was a detective and he was so on for this investigation.

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Jake wanted to stay and see your expression when you got out of Holt's office, but duty called and he had to be on the streets all day. He put everyone on the precinct working on the case '(Y/N)'s secret 0.1', and every minimum suspicious movement, they were oriented to send him a message.

Charles really took it seriously.

Nothing useful thought. Man he was frustrated, he solves all type of cases everyday but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the women he liked? It was driving him crazy!

It has just grown dark when Jake entered back the 99, some people from the night shift was already there and he could only spot Boyle from his friends.

"Hey Jake! Did you read my messages? Did you find them useful?"

"Hmmm... Yeah Charles, of course, thank you." Jake said after pondering the answer in his head although It was no useful at all. Charles told him every single one of your steps through the day, Jake wanted to know if you did something strange not your constant need to pee on that day. "(Y/N) already went home?"

"Actually no, I just send you a text, didn't you read it?" He asked feeling insulted but continued when saw Jake's face. "Ok, she and Terry are still working on that case but (Y/N) got hot, she said she needed some air. She's on the roof."

"Hot? (Y/N) is always cold." He said confused but suddenly something clicked and everything started to fall into place inside his head. "I got go."

His steps were fast to open the door for the roof and he immediately spotted you looking at the city view. You didn't turn but he knew that you knew it was him.

"Hey you." He said softly slowly approaching you until he was by your side. "I was worried today, you know?"

"I kind of got that.... Charles followed me into the ladies bathroom three times." You said making you both laugh. "So what it was? Like a secret case that everybody worked? How was it called? '(Y/N)'s secret 0.1?'"

"What? No. I wouldn't go that obvious." Jake answered laughing nervously. Oh man, you knew him too damn well. "But yeah, was definitely working on that case. I worry about (Y/N). You were pushing me away, you didn't even answered my calls this last weekend. Sure, you could be done with our casual thing or whatever, but I know you. I knew it was not it."

"Jake, look..." You said with a sigh but he interrupted you.

"I was confused as hell this morning, but suddenly everything clicked. Yesterday you didn't want that weird salmon cookies Charles brings. I adore you but those are nasty as fuck, by the way. You didn't drink coffee when you got here today, you always do that. And not greeting anyone? That means something happened yesterday night that got you worried." Jake said and paused waiting for a reaction, but he took your silence a sign to continue his deduction. "Of course you could be suspecting for a while now, and that's why you have been avoiding me. Captain saw your purse when he got out of his office. He saw your tampons, am I right? Untouched. Your usual period date has already passed, and everybody knows when it is because of how much pain you feel. Usually stays only in paper work those days. Constantly needing to pee. But none of it hit me until Charles said you were feeling hot. You're always cold and asks for my jackets. Those are all symptoms of...."

"Hit me Sherlock." You said and waited for his right answer.

"You're pregnant." Jake said finally, his face softening. "It is mine?" He asks feeling insecure but he changed his mind when saw your face. "Dumb question. Shouldn't say that. Of course it's mine."

"I'm so sorry Jake, I just didn't know how to say it. You're right in everything, I started suspecting since last Friday but only took the test yesterday." You said starting to feel tears in your eyes. "And yes, Captain Holt found out in seconds. I just begged him not to tell you."

"Traitor" Jake said furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm just confused on how that happened? We always use condoms."

"I was thinking that too, until I remembered that night on Gina's birthday that we got really drunk and had sex on the bar's bathroom." You said and he agreed, both smiling at the memory quickly coming back to the moment. "I am so scared. We're not even together and I..."

"Wait, that's what is troubling you?" Jake said feeling his hands shaking and his heart beating incredibly fast. "(Y/N) I like you ok? For a long time now. I just didn't think you were ready yet for a relationship, I was respecting your time. But oh god, I'm so in love with you it hurts. Of course it's not the perfect scenario, but we gonna make this work, I won't leave you to take care of this baby alone."

He said sincerely looking in your eyes and you nodded feeling some tears starting to fall down, you hugged him tight feeling his strong grip on you. Jake kissed your forehead, rubbing your back to calm you down.

"I'm in love with you too Jake, so much, I want this to work out." You said softly into his neck.

"It will." He said giving a slow chaste kiss. You stayed hugged for a few minutes but suddenly he gasped and started to hyperventilate. "Holy shit! I'm going to be a dad. What if i can not be a good dad because mine abandoned me when I was little? I'm going to be a dad."

"Hey" You said to drag his attention back to you, watching his wide eyes staring at the horizon. You knew it was your time to calm him down. "You're going to be a great dad. You are already proving this to me by not letting me be alone. We will work this out remember?"

"Yeah..." He sighed feeling calmer looking into your eyes. "We will work this out."

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akabluekat · 3 years ago

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I have noticed some particular rhetorical patterns in the recent Tumblr drama, so I made an FAQ because I’m salty.

Q: There is an Elite and Popular group of OC Creators who always reblog each other’s content and interact with each other. This is exclusive and cliquey.

A: What you are describing is people who are friends. Do not be alarmed: this is normal! And the great thing is that you too can have friends if you interact with people instead of insulting them behind anon. You can even be friends with Elite and Popular people. I’m not exactly sure that I’m Elite—I have been accused of being both Elite and a Groupie (an Elite Groupie?), so who the fuck knows—but you can message me if you want to chat and be friends. Current saltiness aside, I’m actually pretty nice when you’re not anonymously accusing me of being a witch or whatever. I have found this to be true for pretty much every person who has been accused of being Elite.

Q: Certain creators are always hogging the spotlight.

A: I mean this sincerely: what spotlight? This is a social media site. There are a lot of conversations happening simultaneously—that’s how it’s supposed to work. If I reblog a post, it doesn’t take away anything from your post and you reblogging another post doesn’t take away from my post. If Tumblr could only focus on one thing at a time, there would be no Tumblr. It’s not a zero sum game.

Q: Someone made a graphic for another creator. This is suspicious.

A: You are describing someone being nice. This is a good thing.

Q: There is a Discord server that is highly Exclusive and Elite.

A: I just joined that Discord. Here was my experience of that process:

I asked @materialkii if I could join because I thought it sounded fun.

She asked the group if that was cool.

I got an invite link.

This entire process took about 5 minutes from start to finish.

Q: Some people were nice to a person who got a bunch of really ugly reviews. They don’t deserve your sympathy and you are a fool for being nice to them.

A: Okay, let’s unpack a few things. One, if people want to be nice to someone, they do not actually have to clear it with you. Two: literally, what impact does this have on you and your life? You’re hiding on anon. Three, people can see the reviews that were left on this user’s account and make their own judgments about whether this person deserves sympathy. They can also make their own judgments about whether the so called “constructive criticism” was in fact constructive (spoiler: I saw the reviews. They were not constructive). Four, you have made it abundantly clear that you have no respect for the people you are attacking, so why do you care so much about who they are nice to?

Q: The OC community is cliquey and has problems.

A: I don’t know that I can take this argument seriously when it is coming from someone on anon who:

A) has yet to offer literally any solution other than “people should only post, write, and interact in ways that I, an anonymous user who cannot be contacted, personally approve of.” That’s not a solution, that’s a temper tantrum.

B) does not seem to recognize concepts such as friendship or being nice.

C) repeatedly attacks or demeans community building and positive initiatives led by people like @ocfairygodmother as “charity.”

D) has not, to my knowledge, made any effort to interact with the people they accuse of being exclusive.

Q: I did not personally say [statement], that was a different anon.

A: Literally, how the fuck is anyone supposed to tell you all apart if you stay on anon.

Q: There are actually many of us who feel this way.

A: Please see the previous answer.

Q: People have been rude responding to my anonymous asks.

A: That’ll happen when you send multiple anonymous messages insulting people and their friends or going after their followers. Have you tried being nice? Have you tried not hiding behind anon? What efforts have you made to participate respectfully in this conversation like a grownup?

Also, I can only speak for myself, but the longer this goes on, the less tolerance I have for bullshit. I was pretty restrained in the beginning, but my patience has worn thin.

Q: The Darkling is toxic and people are promoting toxicity by writing romances about him, what if young girls read this and think this is normal?

A: You are not responsible for curating someone else’s internet experience, especially if that person is hypothetical.

Q: I am merely expressing my ✨Opinion✨.

A: The toxicity of the Darkling is your opinion. Telling people to take down their fics, resorting to personal attacks, wishing harm on them, spamming their reviews, coming into their inboxes to insult them—that’s not an opinion. It’s—dare I say—toxic behavior, which I know you all are deeply concerned about.

Q: None of these were actually questions.

A: Yeah, I know, but I liked the format. Just roll with it.

#the Mallory incident

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leahseclipse · 4 years ago

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Dear diary

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Spencer happens to find a diary in the library, he becomes more curious about the owner of it, wanting to find them, and possibly know them better than with a few words.

Warnings: None that I can think of; just two idiots (soon to be) in love, sorry, some moments are so cheesy (but it's so cute I couldn’t not do it)

Category: Fluff

Word count: 8.4k

A/N: Here’s the fic I’ve been working on for like...one month?? I’ve taken part in the fic swap organized by @imagining-in-the-margins , and wrote that fic for @sunlight-moonrise :)!!! It really was awesome to take part in it and I can’t wait to do others ones!! Go check out their fics as well, they’re really awesome :)

I usually like to stay in places like the libraries I go to, the ambience is my favorite part about it, it’s pretty calm (nice deduction genius, you’re in a library, so of course it’s going to be calm), the people that I see there are quite friendly, I’ve had the occasion of speaking with some of them, and mostly, it allows me to discover new stuff instead of reading the same books for a whole week.

When I do that, I’m either really bored, or the book just happens to be one I like to read without being bored after a few pages, or even after reading it for the 100th time.

But, I guess that going to the library was a good choice, the other option that I considered before deciding to go outside was to stay all day in my secluded apartment, probably on the couch or wherever I sit, either reading or watching tv.

It’s not that I’m lazy, I just like to do simple things like these, I’m not usually into group activities, that actually involves social stuff.

Most of the time, Penelope forces me to participate because I never decide to join on my own.

Right now, I think I just prefer to stay alone, it’s been a few hours since I came in, so I’m not really in the mood to be other people, maybe later I guess.

Although, I still found it weird not to have any message or call, it still was strangely calm. It rarely occurred.

I know, in this case, I should relax, as there is, nothing, absolutely, nothing, going on, but I can’t help but think that my phone is gonna start to vibrate at any second when I had just managed to find peace, -that I’m not close to finding- if I keep thinking of all of it happening.

I just sighed as I opened the book I had been holding for the past hour; I haven’t even reached the half of it because of all of the thinking I’ve done since I stepped in the library.

I had nothing to do at this moment, so might as well use the time I have to go to a place I appreciate.

I’ve always liked going to these, for as long as I remember. They’ve always been a place where I felt safe, relaxed, all of my problems would fade away when I’d be in, I always saw it as a shelter against the rough reality that faced me at that time when I was at high school.

I couldn’t really say something without being seen as an annoying brat; I still wonder if it was because they couldn’t accept the fact that a 12 years old was smarter than them, that I was annoying by always managing to find the answer, or because they still couldn’t stand me.

So, I guess that's why I found a real shelter in books.

I’d always read for hours and hours without interruption, at the end of one book, I already wanted to read four more.

They all were nothing but the most interesting words that I constantly appreciated other than the insults of the other students.

I used to be able to forget what was on my mind when I was reading. I still am, but when you have a job that can interrupt your perfect calm moment, things tend to get complicated when you happen to lose your concentration over that.

I also had let myself get distracted by what happened to be around; for example, the rain pouring outside, the drops that would fall down the glass, so, yeah, I...did choose to look at that instead of focusing over a book that was far more interesting.

I also closed my book again for what felt like the millionth time; perhaps it had something to do with my current struggle to focus, I didn’t really know.

It was turning out to be one of those days; my mind would fill with a ton of things, constantly repeating themselves in my head, till I'd feel like it’d explode.

I may be just making up stuff, and I'm just distracted this time, nothing bad.

The small space I was in had some shelves a bit dispersed throughout the room, chairs, and two small tables in the middle. But when I had expected to only see the pamphlets that have always been there, I happened to be confused about the item laying on the pile.

At a glance, it looked like a small notepad of sorts.

I haven't even noticed someone here previously, I didn't even know if someone had come at all.

I tend not to pay attention to my surroundings when I read, or even focus on anything, I just act as if nothing and as if no one was around, it's just what's in front of me and my thoughts.

I have to admit that some exceptions can occur sometimes, such as today, when I chose to focus on a few drops of water, instead of the book that I barely touched since I arrived.

I can even dive in a book as someone is talking and just block what they say and only focus on the words I'm reading, it’s happened...quite a few times now.

It probably is why I haven’t noticed that the person that was previously here had left, nor see the book on the table.

I couldn’t even tell when, because again, I didn’t notice their presence at all.

Perhaps I could find something about the owner of the item in there…? I can't just leave it there, I'll end up regretting it at home and it won't leave my mind.

I had slightly gotten up from my seat so my arm could reach the rectangular-shaped item and sat back when I acquired it.

I did take a look at it, turned it around to search for whatever could be written on the cover, but nothing could be seen, despite that, I searched for a good minute before realizing that I'd probably have to open it to search for a possible name in it to identify the owner.

As I lifted the small string keeping the red notepad open, I found myself with a white page, with a name written on it.

“y/n y/l/n”

I couldn’t really find them with only their name, they could be living in this city, and if they weren’t from here, the whole state.

Would it be right to just give it to one of the employees so that they could pick it up later?

I didn’t really know, the employee could forget it, put it in a corner, and it possibly could end up getting lost, which, I wouldn’t really appreciate, even if I don't know the person at all, so it wouldn’t really change my life.

But still, I’d still feel guilty about that, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for losing their item if it does end up getting lost.

If I went any further, I would, in a way, invade their privacy. Because I doubt they'd want -or appreciate- a stranger going through it if what’s written is personal.

I already went through the ‘give it to the staff’ solution, but, it didn’t seem safe to me, it could end up quite bad as the item can end up getting lost, so, that is definitely something to cross off the list. Even if it could end up not getting lost, I didn’t prefer to take the risk.

I couldn’t ask them about the person, as I didn’t even know them, and hadn’t even seen them around the library.

If I went to the staff standing at the enter like “I’m looking for someone that left a diary, I don’t know anything about them, I just know their name, and they went here.”, it’s literally to no use. A ton of people come in and out, and they just can’t guess. But, I did have their name, I could go up to them and ask…?

But again, what if they forget to give it to the owner when they come in? Or what if they forget they left it there, and don’t know it’s the place they left their diary there? But, was keeping it the best solution after all?

With all of the potential scenarios that could possibly happen, but not happen at the same time, to me, keeping it could possibly be the best solution, I guess.

I don’t really know if the following actions were involuntary, or just curiosity, but I just began slightly wandering through the pages, that even if that wasn’t one of my intentions at all.

I really am a complete stranger, I shouldn’t be doing that at all.

Should I be doing that right now? This isn’t appropriate at all, they wouldn’t appreciate someone going through this, at all.

But, as I went through the pages, I began to find myself more interested about the person, some books that I had read myself had been mentioned, they seemed quite attentive, I could also tell that from the way they were writing, their writing was delicate, way more different from my chicken scratch writing that basically no one could read without having to request my presence to translate the nonsense on the paper.

I shouldn’t be going through this though, I should just close what I identified as a diary after a few pages right now. I don’t know them at all, and they don’t know me either, that isn’t something I would like someone else to do to me, so why was I still reading it?

“Even if I weren’t very happy about the behavior of my shitty boss, y/n would actually like to keep her job, so she keeps her mouth shut and smiles at what he has to say, even if she doesn’t care at all.”

It did...somehow looked like what I would say about Hotch sometimes, because even if we’re good friends, he happens to still be my superior, so we did have some arguments, eventually.

“I...also kind of hate what went on recently, I just got rejected by the guy I had a crush on-”

I closed the diary as soon as I began reading the beginning of the sentence.

Now, I should definitely not be reading that. That’s getting a bit personal over there, and I doubt she’d like that, again.

I had already gone way too far by deciding to go further than the page with her name on it, and now I reached something, that is...really personal and that I shouldn’t have read at all.

Don’t open that again Spencer, you shouldn’t have even begun reading, and now, you shouldn’t be opening it again, if you possibly want to attempt at getting a friendship, and know more about that person.

I don’t know what happened but I just suddenly had the urge to do what I wanted to do when I had taken it: Give it to the staff and hope she manages to get it back.

A part of me did want to respect her privacy, even if it kind of was ruined now, and return it so that I wouldn’t open it again, but another part really wanted to know more about her, and possibly hope to be able to return it myself, because I do want to talk to them after what I had read, I didn’t know a lot of people that knew the books I have read, and to who I could talk to about if I do end up meeting them.

After a while of thinking, I figured I could still ask the staff, her name is in it, and if she happens to come here often, perhaps that could help, I didn’t really know.

I headed to the office near me, as a young man turned his head towards me when I had brought his attention.

“Oh, Spencer. It’s nice to see you there, it’s been a while, busy with work, as always?”

“Yeah, as always. Oh, by the way, I was wondering if you could help me with something; I found this...diary in the table over there, and the only name in it is “y/n y/l/n”, do you happen to know someone with that name, by chance?”

“y/n y/l/n? Uh, I may know someone with that name? Wait.” He said as he stepped away to talk to another employee. “Julia, do you happen to know someone named...y/n y/l/n? Spencer found a diary of hers.”

“y/n? Yeah, she comes in from time to time to grab science books.” She answered as she walked in our direction. “I wished I could go and give it to her, but, I’m really busy right now. You could leave it there though."

“I'd prefer for her to get it in person. So, I could bring it to her, but I don’t really know where she is. Do you...happen to know?” I asked, hoping to get a helpful answer.

“I think she works at uh…that craft shop at the end of the street, I saw her sometimes. You could see if she’s there, and if she’s not, you can leave it to the blond and tall guy, he’s the owner, so he’ll give it to her when she's back.” Julia said.

“Okay, uh...thanks for the help. See you later.” I gave them a small wave, as I headed to the exit, walking down the street on my way to the place that had been mentioned in the conversation.

I didn’t come here often as I don’t necessarily build stuff, but I walked in front of it often, so I just knew it was there, nothing much.

The front of the store was colored with black paint along with small yellow lights, it stood out a bit in the street, compared to the shops around. It really made a good first impression for someone that had never come, the way the place was displayed seemed quite welcoming.

When I had made my way into the shop, everyone seemed busy with their tasks, and the shop contained about...five, six people, I’d say.

I took a minute observing the surroundings, I didn’t really have anything to notice or say, except that the shop was nice, it was nicely organized, small signs to help the customers find what they needed were displayed, the shelves were in order, the products seemed to be good brands, and it really was various.

It wasn’t until a soft voice had brought my attention; as I turned towards the source of the voice.

“Hi, do you...need help, with something?” The girl asked with a small smile on her face.

“Oh um...I’m looking for...someone named...y/n y/l/n? I found something that belongs to her and the employees at the library where I found it said I could find her here, and that if she wasn’t there, I could give it to a blond and tall guy, who’s apparently the owner.” I explained as I held out the object firmly in my hand.

“Yeah, she’s in the back, give me a minute, I’ll get her.” She said as she left to the back of the shop, leaving me to awkwardly stand there while I waited for them to return.

It didn’t take as much time as I thought it would, in no time, she was back with a girl walking behind her.

“As said, I brought her there. I’ll leave you two, I gotta get back to the storage.” She gave a pat on the shoulder of her colleague, as she disappeared in the corner.

“I was told that you had...found something that may belong to me?” The girl, supposedly y/n, said.

“Y-yeah, I found...that, at the library.” I stuttered as I handed her the diary. She hadn’t fully realized what I handed her at first, but her face quickly showed a surprised and relieved expression on it.

“Oh, you found it there? I, I swore that I took it with me when I left for work, I was in a hurry, so I guess I forgot it, thanks."

“Probably, it was on one of the tables, I didn’t want it to end up lost, or whatever else could happen, so, I took it, hoping I might find who it might belong to. I was lucky they knew you at the library. And lucky that your name was in it. I...opened it to find out who it could belong to since the cover didn’t have a name on it. I...really felt kinda bad for opening it though.”

“Oh, just- leave it, it’s not really a big deal, you didn’t do a crime or anything. You kinda had to open it in the first place so you could know who it belonged to. I wouldn’t have been delighted by that at first, but I’m glad you found it.”

“I thought you’d react differently, I wouldn’t have liked the idea of someone going through my stuff either. I just don't feel comfortable sharing my stuff with other people.”

“You did nothing wrong there, you just wanted me to help me, that’s all. You don’t have to worry about making me angry or anything. But, don’t worry, I understand, I don’t even let my own mother see anything, I like her a lot, but I still like to keep stuff for myself, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m glad. At least everything is in order. I should uh...probably let you work, I don’t want you to be in trouble or anything because I kept you busy about something not work-related at all.”

“No, it’s ok. The boss isn’t around, and we don’t have many customers, it’s a calm day.” She said as she stepped closer. “Don’t tell anyone, but I actually prefer when it’s like that, I don’t work a lot and it’s better when there’s not a lot of people, I hate social interactions.”

“I get you, I also prefer that; but, unfortunately, talking to people is part of my job, and I don't think my boss would appreciate me taking a vow of silence."

“Same there, wish I could. Especially….when I get annoying customers.” She admitted, in a quiet voice. “So, you see.”

“I see, yeah.” I agreed as I felt a buzzing in my pocket.

Come on, now?

“Shit...I have to go, um...have a nice day. I hope you don’t get in trouble because of the long chat we had.”

“It’s ok, don’t worry- wait!” She interrupted before I could exit. “As you know my name, could I...know yours?”

“Oh, It’s uh...Spencer Reid."

“Well then, uh...bye, Spencer.” She said, as I waved awkwardly when I stepped out.

Well, that sure was...an experience.

It wasn't the best I ever had, as I was basically only rambling, but, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be on the way.

She kind of was like me, social interactions weren't her thing, so we kind of understood each other, I'd say.

So, if I happened to be awkward, I'm sure she understood why.

Well, to me, it basically was because of that, and...a bit because of her.

I really wanted to know more about her, the bit that I read about her in the diary (before the sentence that I certainly shouldn't have read), she just seemed...like an really great person. The kind of person that’d make you want to know more about her, really.

But, we were nothing more than strangers; knowing someone's name and a few details about them doesn't mean that all of a sudden, you know them.

I just found her diary, nothing more.

So...why do all of a sudden, I want to know more about her?

I happened to find objects for other people, but I never wanted to pursue the exchange that I had with them.

Maybe I should just let it slide away. I don't even know if any of that will end up fine.

I don't even know if she'll find the fact that I want to know more about her creepy or nice.

It's not everyday that a guy who found something for you suddenly wants to know more.

Maybe it's just me, maybe it's just fine, and I'm just persuading myself that it's weird while it's not.

I just...guess we'll see.

I don’t think she’ll react badly.

And...as I predicted, I haven't stopped thinking of her once in a while.

Every time I didn't think of something; she'd appear.

Why did a complete stranger occupy my mind more than others I've met before? I did remember the people I've met, but I never thought of them as much as her.

Did a diary and a few sentences really take that much for her to stay stuck in my thoughts?

I'm sure she forgot about me since, I just gave her diary back, she exchanged a few sentences with me, and that was it.

I couldn’t even let it slide away as I previously told.

I don’t even know if I could see her again one day.

I do want to, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t even know if she’s from around, and if she doesn’t happen to be, I don’t want to be seen as a creep if I happen to walk around.

Yeah, that was a bit weird to say, but I’m just saying what she or anyone else would possibly think of that, if I ever were to do it.

Maybe she’ll come to the library again?

If she comes again, I hope it’ll be when we both happen to be free, because if that happens when I’m on a case, or when she’s at work, it’s gonna be...really complicated.

I just don’t really want to directly come to the store, what if she’s not here? What if she finds me weird? I just...prefer to meet her again outside of work, in a more appropriate place, where I’ll probably feel less pressured about a conversation.

Again, yeah, it’s weird, I admit it, but, I just wouldn’t really want to directly go where she works, the majority of the scenarios that I made up, and that are filled with the fears I have about them, they’re not the greatest ones to be honest. They’re very likely not about to happen considering how ridiculous they are, but I just prefer to do it another way that won’t include a ton of ridiculous scenarios.

I seriously have no idea of why I’m acting like this, there is literally, absolutely, not anything. She’s literally the sweetest person I’ve met, she acknowledged my awkwardness, the fact that I didn’t like social interactions a lot (because most of the time, they end up in me rambling, and the person I’m talking to, is not understanding a single word of what I say the whole time, and is pretending to, to not offend me), she really was nice, and there was apparently no reason for her to find me weird in any way.

I think that I really was making up things, and being a bit dramatic.

I don’t think it’ll be that bad.

I just have to see things on the positive side, next time I’ll see her, it’ll be okay, I’ll try to not look nervous as hell, or even make the conversation weird, and everything will be absolutely fine.

I just have to stop worrying about things that aren’t things to worry about at all and go with it.

Because honestly, what could possibly go wrong?

I'm just trying to convince myself something wrong will definitely happen, when it simply won't.

We'll have a completely normal talk, without any inconvenience, and maybe see each other again, that's it.

Next time I'll see her will be a good day, I have to focus on that and absolutely not on the list (that's….oddly large) of what could possibly go wrong.

But eventually, the next few days went…better than I expected them to be, surprisingly.

I did almost stop thinking about all of the stuff that would make our future interaction bad, and really weird, refraining me from ever talking again considering how embarrassed I would be if I'd turned out this way so…yeah, keep the positive thoughts coming Spencer.

The week had gone...okay-ish, I’d say.

In a way, we were busy, but at the same time, not really, it was pretty calm compared to many of these chaotic days we all hope won’t appear soon.

I had indeed tried to stop stressing about what had been on my mind for a while, but I hadn’t quite stopped thinking about her. It’s weird that she stayed on my mind more than I thought she would.

I would have never forgotten her, but thinking about her, basically most of the time, I wouldn’t have gone that far.

Even if the week had been calm, I haven’t found the motivation or time to get myself to the library as I was supposed to. I just hoped she would be there when I would finally decide myself to go, that way I’d perhaps have a chance to get to talk to her, I just hope it will go well, I want to.

Wanting to know a stranger I read a few words about isn’t part of my habits, but I just want to try to get to know her. I don’t want to regret it later and blame myself because I haven’t been able to gather even a bit of courage to approach her.

I’m sure she’ll be okay with it, she seemed pretty nice when we had exchanged a few words, it didn’t seem like she wanted to leave, found me weird, she seemed pretty calm and open to me.

So, I think the next time I’ll see her will be fine.

Next time will be better, I just have to gather some courage, and it’ll be totally fine.

There won’t be any problems.

Don’t ask how, but I somehow found myself going to the library on a free day instead of staying in my apartment all day to either read the entirety of my shelf or watch whatever comes to mind, so, basically, sit on the same spot all day and only getting up when I need to do something.

It’s pretty basic, Morgan often teases me a bit about it, saying that I could try to meet people, find love, go outside and all of these things...that only interests himself and no one else.

It’s not that I’m against all of that, it’s just that...I’m not at ease with it in general.

That’s not really part of my list of favorite things, and if I had to explain more in depth, I prefer spending a whole afternoon watching Doctor Who or even doing paperwork if I’m really bored, rather than go outside and regret it five minutes later because if I’m with other people, I can’t go and have to stand there awkwardly till everyone decides to go back home.

I don’t completely hate talking and being with other people, because I’m literally surrounded by them at work and whenever I usually go to like the library, the coffee shop and etc, but you get it, I have a preference for staying alone sometimes, it depends I’d say.

Because sometimes, it happens that I’m in the mood to be with other people without having the need to go five minutes after we gathered around.

I think it happens with most people, I hope that I’m not the only one that constantly switches their socialization mode on and off every two minutes because they can’t decide whether they want to ignore people and stay in their bubble, or talk with people and interact more than they usually would.

Today, I think that I was between the two, I did appreciate being alone in my thoughts without having to engage a conversation I’m not interested in, or simply engage a conversation in which I’ll force myself to talk to not upset the other person, but, I did wanted to see a person, I did get here in hopes to see someone, her.

I think that, as I just realized, and admitted to myself, I did come here in hopes to bump into her, and eventually talk.

It would be nice to see her, at least I would have a reason to be here because...I truly have no idea why I came, I tried to make up an excuse like: "I need to get that book.", but it turns out that I already read it, and as long as I can remember, I don’t think I’ve enjoyed it as much as any other I’ve read more than my brain can recall.

But, I don’t really know what I was supposed to do right now, I didn’t even come here to read, so what was I supposed to do? Take a seat somewhere, and if she comes, pretend to read, and when she approaches; ‘oh I didn’t see you there!’.

I just wouldn't see myself telling that when I’d be saying the exact opposite, if she does come, I’m only gonna see her, and only her.

I can’t pretend that I didn’t see her at all, it wouldn’t be true at all, and would kind of be rude, because I’d, in a way, pretend to ignore her, when I could just gather some courage to talk to her.

I have no idea when did I get so nervous about talking to someone, I basically do that all the time with my work, so, why am I acting like that?

I just have to approach her when I’ll see her, and ask basics things for when you start a conversation, and just, talk about other subjects to make the conversation going.

And now...I just realized it sound like I’m making a plan or something, I’m planning off what I want to do, and it’s kind of weird.

You can’t really plan how a discussion goes, unless a subject to make it start is there, for example, in a meeting, in a class, or even for me, at work when I’m on case, but now, with y/n, the conversation will probably go from start, it’ll just be going with the flow, with what we both think, it won’t have a head start; but at the same time, I have no idea what I’m gonna talk about, and, as I said, I can’t plan what I’m gonna talk about either.

Since when did I question myself about that?

I usually don’t do it, I don’t even question myself and just start the conversation without even thinking of what I’m going to talk about, there isn’t really supposed to be a problem in general, but, I don’t really know, we barely know each other and don’t really know how to act, talk, so the other won’t feel embarrassed, I wouldn’t want to talk about stuff she thinks weird or hates, that would kind of make a bad impression, especially if I want to form a friendship with her.

I really have to stop, I’ve been rambling in my head for god knows how long, and it seriously won’t make things with her better, only worse.

We started off pretty fine, so, I prefer to keep it that way, we’ll know what to talk about, and make the conversation good, so that we’ll just pursue it without even planning stuff.

I do it everyday, it’s totally not complicated, and last time we talked, I didn’t even stress about that, I just thought about knowing her more, so I could ask about her interests, how was her day, and eventually, some books, it could be a good way to start.

I’m just going to wander around it, and just, hope she’ll come by, I guess.

I didn’t even think that she could be there, because when someone comes in, you don’t particularly look right away at the enter, unless you’re actually expecting someone you know to come in, but, I didn’t even know if she even hoped or know I’d come here, I have just came here, and that’s it, it didn’t necessarily mean that I was from around.

I did try to pay attention to my surroundings this time, it wasn’t an habit of mine when I happened to be in my thoughts, but I didn’t really want to bump into someone, it’s a bit of an awkward situation, only if it’s just a small ‘sorry’ before each goes in separate ways.

It also was in case she happened to be here as I previously told myself when I had made my way in.

I think that it kind of was a way to cheer myself up and get over the fact that she might not come as I hoped for the past days.

All I could possibly do was to remain in high spirits, and just accept what will happen, it’s really not like I can force the universe to bring her here, or text her, we didn’t even knew each other enough to be able to maintain contact, and even if a long connection wasn’t needed for it, it would have been way too weird to give her diary back and ask her number, to me.

Most people don’t hesitate and just go straight, probably telling themselves they don’t have anything to lose, but that doesn’t really seem to be my case at the moment, I’m like...not really close to it. The proof is right here, I didn’t even do it.

I would just like to see her again, I wasn’t able to say anything much last time, and I’d really like to talk to her more, I don’t know why, I can’t seem to forget her like that, she’s not like most strangers I’ve before, she really is different, but at the same time, I relate to her a lot because of our similar tastes, and the way she was when I had last seen her, she was a bit, shy, but did seem to overcome it as much as she could.

I think that, if she paid attention, she must have sort of noticed it with me as well.

The short interaction doesn’t mean much as I only saw her once, and it didn’t necessarily mean that she really acted this way in general, or just when she was with me, but the small chat we had was enough for me to tell so.

I don’t know if not having the courage to directly go to her workplace wasn’t dumb from me, it literally was as simple as if she came here, I could have went there, but at the same time, if she wasn’t there, or if she found it weird, I can’t seem to think it could happened like that, while it simply could have been totally not awkward at all, and she would have been nice, I’m just making up ridiculous scenarios that she wouldn’t do, she didn’t seem like someone mean at all.

In resume, I literally came here in hopes to see someone that I hope won’t find me weird because I’m there, and will not assume I’m hanging around to bump into her or anything else, because that's literally something I’m gonna have trouble to answer to without feeling embarrassed.

I guess I'm just gonna walk by the aisles, maybe I'll find something to keep myself occupied while I wait.

"—the diary? Yeah, I got it back, it's uh…a guy named Spencer that came to the shop to give it back to me."

Wait, is it…

"Oh, yeah. I know him, he comes here pretty often. I’m glad, he really seemed concerned and determined to find who it belonged to."

That voice is Julia’s, I’m not sure about the first that I heard.

"Thankfully you were here. You did contribute too."

It could be her.

"No, it's nothing, I just happened to be there."

"You did help, so, accept my gratitude."

She did mention my name, it could be her.

"Okay, thank you." Julia said.

"I prefer that."

"You're really acting like— give me a second please!" Julia said, as she gave me a glance that was so fast that I think that she didn't have time to recognize me.

After that, just as I glanced at her, the girl she conversed with turned her head behind her, probably out of pure curiosity.

"Oh, you're here. It's been a while." Y/N seemed surprised, but delighted to see me.

"Oh, sorry...I didn't see it was you, I barely glanced at you." Julia apologized.

"It's no problem…really." I said, eyes wide as I kept my gaze on y/n.

"Did you need something?" Julia asked.

"Me? Oh, no, I just uh...heard y/n and came here, but uh…thanks for asking Julia."

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked, her brows furrowed.

"Y-yeah, I am. Totally. 100%.”

"Okay, uh…” She hesitated, giving Julia a glance. “We're gonna do something. Since you've been coming longer than me, you could help me find new books that you like and that I might too, is it ok?" She said, as I glanced between her and Julia, as if I was looking for an answer.

"Sure, let's uh...search."

"Let's search!" Y/N exclaimed, in a playful tone as she put her hand on my right shoulder, slightly pushing me further in the alley to get me to move before I even got to think of walking by myself.

Once we had disappeared from Julia’s sight, she looked at me, taking a look around as she gave me a small smile.

“I didn’t actually want you to search books with me, it was mainly so that we could exit this embarrassing situation.” Y/N said, slighty bouncing on her feet. “What were you up to here? Are you on a day off?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. For once, I don’t have anything to do; Same for you…?”

“Yeah, I worked a lot and replaced people, so they allowed me to have one day or two. By the way, were you up to? Hoping to see someone?”

"Someone? No, I uh, definitely wasn't hanging around here hoping to bump into you or anything..."

“I never asked if it was me, but apparently, I have a feeling you really were hanging around to see me.”

“Maybe I did…?”

“I thought you would have forgotten me by then. I’m glad it’s not the case, I still thought about the ‘diary incident’ from the last day.”

“I didn’t, and yeah, I thought about it too.”

“I actually wanted to find you back, but when I came, I didn’t see you.”

“I...also did that. I could have gone to your workplace, but I...wasn’t sure. So, I just hoped to see you here I guess, I hope you don’t lose anything else, because I won’t be able to contact you, and I’ll have to go to where you work, hoping I don’t make a fool out of myself.”

“That won’t happen if I have yours.” She said, as she took her phone out of the back pocket of her bag, handing it to me. It took me a few seconds to realize what just went on before I took the phone out of her left hand, nervously typing my number, erasing it a million times when I typed the wrong number; after a few tries, I gave it back to her.

“That way you’ll be able to find me, even if I didn’t lose something.”

“Did we basically meet because you lost something?”

“Basically, yeah. Losing it wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

“I’m kinda glad that you did in a way.”

“Really? I didn’t think so, I just...didn’t think you’d pay such attention to it, it just was a small interaction, after all.”

“I couldn’t just do that, I couldn’t pretend to not pay attention to that, to resume the whole situation, you left your diary in the library and I wanted to figure out who you were.....and when I read it, it was different from most people I’ve met, I know that I shouldn't have read it at all, and that was completely inappropriate to do from me, but, as I read, not the entirety of course, because that would possibly qualify me as a weird person coming from you, or anyone that knows that I’m a complete stranger, but I really had the need to learn more from you that with just a few words, if...that seems clear, and totally not weird, because that’s...not what I’m trying to be. So, yeah.”

“I get it, yeah. I didn’t think you were weird at all though. You kinda reminded me of myself in a way, I’m always afraid that the person I’m talking to is bored and doesn’t dare to tell it because they’re afraid of hurting my feelings. I’m glad you didn’t find the small chat we had uninteresting, or annoying, you know, not something that made you waste your time.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, don’t worry, I really liked talking with you.”

“How about we have other conversations then? We could have one now, you could help me pick out books, I’m kind of bored of reading the same ones. How is that?”

“Yeah, sounds great, yeah.”

“I guess uh...lead the way?”

“Oh, yeah- I’ll lead the way.” I said, as we both walked towards the staircase leading to another section of the place, and although we only walked for just a minute, it felt like less, I didn’t stop staring at her that I almost tripped over the last step.

“What was on your mind? You almost fell down.”

“I uh...just got lost in my thoughts, for a bit. You know, thinking about books...and stuff.”

“Just books?”

“Yep’, just books, totally nothing else.”

“If you say so.” She said, with an amused tone.

“I’m telling the truth!”

“Your tone was saying otherwise.”

“My tone...how?”

“You sounded nothing but suspicious. Kind of obvious if we look at your face too.”

“I wasn’t aware of that.”

“Now you know genius.”

“Genius? What’s that nickname?”

“I don’t know, it suits you.”

“And what’s your nickname? The-girl-that-forgets-her-stuff?”

“It was an accident, I only did it once!”

“You might do it, you gave me your number to call you in case you lose stuff.”

“No; it’s also so we can talk, that’s all.”

“Just that?”

“Yeah, just that. Now stop talking and show me books, you told me you’d help me, so do it now.”

“That wasn’t asked politely, try again.”

“Are you serious…?” She let out a laugh.

“Yes, why?” I answered, throwing her a smile and raising my eyebrows, as her smile dropped.

“Ugh...fine. Could you please help me to find new books, Spencer?”

“Now that’s better. Yes, I’ll help you.”

“I can’t believe that, we've known each other since one week or I don’t know how much and you’re already mistreating me.”

“I didn’t mistreat you, I just learned good manners to you, that’s all.”

“Good manners? Am I gonna have to talk to you like that whenever we’ll talk?”

“Exactly.”

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“You could have just said yes or no. Turns out you’re not the genius I thought you were.”

“What do you mean? Is there specific characteristics that define geniuses or what?”

“Yeah, and you seem totally not like it.”

“Hey! It’s not true, you don’t even know anything about me.”

“Oh yeah, and what do you have to call yourself a genius?”

“Uh, I don’t usually like to talk about it as it is mostly seen as me bragging about it by some people; but I currently have three PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering and two BAs in Psychology and Sociology, and I’m also working on getting a third BA in Philosophy.”

“Did you say everything or...do you have more or something? Because I...kind of regret basically saying you were not smart.”

“Three more things…?”

“Okay, are they short or long ones?”

“The sentence is short, but once you know the meaning, they’re not so short...all of a sudden.”

“What are they?”

“Well, an IQ of 187...eidetic memory, and...I can also read 20,000 words per minute.”

“Okay...now I get the beforehand explanation.” She said, as she walked up to an alley, raising her arm at the column the book she must have chosen was.

Well, she didn’t...quite reach it, only with the tip of her fingers. I don’t usually do that, but...I did have some fun watching her struggling, I think she knew she couldn’t reach it, but was trying anyway.

“Here, let me help.” I sighed, as I walked up behind her, raising my hand above her head to take the book.

Ok, is my life a Christmas movie or what now? Not to say that I find it annoying, not at all, but it sounds very cliché to me.

The girl can’t reach out something, so a guy comes out of nowhere to help, they begin to talk, and bam, they’re together one week later, just by magic.

“Thanks, but I could have reached it…”

“In ten years, maybe.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever grow anymore at my age.”

“Why? What are you, 52?”

"No! I’m 25.”

“We’re not that far at all then, we’re the same age. I figured you were younger though, you don’t have an adult face.”

“I do.”

“Is your face that convincing for you to be able to get alcohol without the cashier asking for your ID?”

“Whether I have an adult face or not, you always have to show it.”

“I don’t.”

“Fine, I have a baby face.”

“I was waiting for you to admit it, didn’t take as long as I expected it would.”

“I’m just admitting it now so you don’t bug me with it till I actually decide to.”

“I wouldn’t have dared to do it, don’t lie.”

“I know you would have done it, if not, thought about it.” She admitted.

“I can’t deny it.”

“I knew it. Who’s the genius now?”

“Your IQ didn’t go up because you made me admit something.”

“I like to say it did go up a bit.”

“Okay, a bit. If you think so.”

“I do think so.”

“Okay, genius #2.”

“It’s not the best position for a smart girl like me, but I’ll accept it anyway.”

“Read these books if you say that you’re smart then.” I said, as I dropped two science books in her arms.

“I didn’t come here to read science now, so, no thanks.” She shoved the books back where I had taken them, scoffing.

“I’m trying to make you smarter, why don’t you accept my help?”

“I am smart, I don’t need help.”

“You sure? You did lose your diary.”

“It was an accident, don’t go and tell me you never forgot stuff somewhere.”

“I did, but I realized it before leaving the room at least.”

“Okay, what do you want me to admit?”

“That I’m uh...smart?”

“You’ll have to take me out on a date for that.”

“A date…? Like, a real one?”

“I thought you proved yourself to be smart enough to figure that out.” She smirked at me.

“I am! I just...got surprised by it.”

“Why? Nobody asks you on dates?”

“Not really.”

“Then that explains why I guess.”

“Explains what exactly?”

“That you never went on one, you ask if it was a real one. Of course it is.”

“I just...didn’t expect that. I don’t go out of my apartment expecting a girl is going to ask me out, especially a…”

“A what?”

“...a good looking one, it’s not everyday that I get to talk to girls that pretty.”

“Oh, thanks, I guess.”

“I really mean it. It wouldn’t have been correct for me to not say it, that’s probably why I sounded so awkward back at the shop.”

“I didn’t know it was because of me. I don’t meet guys that get intimidated by me often, they just casually talk with me whether I know them or not, you’re the first one that said that to me.”

“Well, let me say something, they’re all idiots. I don’t understand how anyone could talk to you that way. That might seem weird or creepy, whatever...but, if I had been there when guys were rude to you, whether I knew you or not, I would have helped you, the boyfriend, friend, cousin technique, you know...Okay, that was a weird thing to say.”

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. I would have done and said the same thing. You’re really nice.”

“Oh, it’s no problem.”

“So, you’re still up for the date?”

“Y-yeah, totally.”

“Okay. Do you uh...want to hang out a bit more…? If you don’t have anything else to do, I don’t feel like going home right now.”

“No, I don’t have anything to do.”

“What about...we stay here till the closure?” She asked.

“Even better; till they kick us out.”

“Till they kick us out.” She repeated.

After that, we really did stay till they had to tell us themselves that the place was about to close soon for the day. We did go out after, even if we didn’t plan on, and we just walked around, not even bothering about how far we’d go.

I would be lying if I said that we both got to our respective apartments at a decent hour, because, we actually said goodbye to the other at almost 2AM, when basically everyone got home, the streets were empty, only a few people were there, but not enough for the streets to be crowded.

I wish we would have stayed a bit more, I really felt at ease with her, so, deciding it finally was time to go was hard to do, because to me, time went by way too fast.

I do hope we’ll get to see each other more often (if both of our workplaces allow us to, of course), I just can’t wait to know more about her.

Although, now that all of that happened within a few weeks, changing more than I expected in my life, but, I think that from now on;

I’ll have a reason to pay more attention to my surroundings.

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please read the whole thing.

Hi guys i don’t know what the fuck happened but let’s just take a moment to breathe.

Remember that Drama is only drama if enough people care. The more it’s passed around and talked about and the more people it scares, the more the fire becomes lit and flames run rampant causes havoc.

Address it, and then put it to the side. Ignore it. It’s not worth completely ruining our fun.

I looked through the “evidence” folder. Evidence is put in quotes because I don’t really know what the objective was there. Some of the screenshots were me venting about COMPLETELY unrelated things, which was private and meant for friends only. There was one screenshot in there venting about how the synni drama was affecting me. It was unbelievably rude and childish to make that public.

Also, I made everyone from blucci gang swear to not leak messages. Not because we were being nasty, but because I would often vent there, because I trusted the people who I was talking to, and sometimes when I was having an awful day I just wanted to talk to the people closest to me. I wanted a place where people could feel comfortable that what they are saying will not be public to strangers, as my server was open to anyone.

If anything, the “evidence” doc is just a sign of how little my trust meant.

Blucci Gang is not an exclusive VIP club for shit talking. It’s just a role on discord. That I give to people who are my friends. The role was blue, and we called it blucci gang because it sounds funny.

My little brother is in blucci gang, Synni is in blucci gang, my friends from SCHOOL are in blucci gang. Because I love them. That’s all it is. They aren’t even active.

I am not responsible for the behavior of everyone 6 months ago. I’m sorry that happened.

I am also not interested in causing problems where none exist. There was absolutely no reason this had to happen, other than to cause chaos and start fights.

If you want to make someone take accountability and apologize, that’s not how you do it. Writing a 10 page call out doc like a 10 year old on twitter with no hobbies is not really the way to go.

This is a lesson for everyone reading this. If you get into friend drama, and you get into a fight, unless the person is racist/homophobic/a groomer/a manipulator/someone with genuinely bad intentions, then do not make it fucking public. End of story, period, full stop. You just make a bad situation ten thousand times worse. If anyone has any questions or concerns, feel free to DM me. I will answer everything as honestly as possibly.

But I do know one thing:

This drama was immature, pointing fingers, unecessary, and disruptive to all. it was uncessisarily hostile, and made people who are not bad people look like toxic monsters. No body was “celebrating” anyone’s leave. Don’t paint a false picture, you look like a child.

Not to mention the mass anxiety and paranoia. We have put all of our friend event plans on hold. The majority of my friends are taking tomorrow off from the internet due to the hysteria. I personally felt physically sick during this whole ordeal. I try my hardest to be the best I can be and take the most logical outcome, yet I’ve learned that no matter what I do, no matter how good I try to be, there will always be someone who dislikes me for it.

It’s just part of life.

Let’s all move on.

If you still hold beef with us after 6 months, just DNI, block, and move on. I’m sorry you were wronged. I hope that you find wonderful friends in the future that uplift you and you find a community where you belong. Not everyone is meant to click and be besties.

“Showing my true colors” lmao what is this, taking the mask off a scooby-doo criminal? I’m a teenage girl who does writes lame fanfiction about sans undertale and you’re making it seem like I love manipulating people and tricking them into liking me or something so I can make them cry????? Lol I like making people cry because of angst reasons, but if someone’s even genuinely mildly disappointed in me I literally will have trouble sleeping for the next week. Maybe in the future don’t make weird baseless claims like that for the sole purpose of causing chaos and dragging my face thru the mud lol. It spreads weird nasty rumors.

And no I’m not “apologizing because I got called out” lmao, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.

I’m apologizing because I mean it. I was not part of any of this drama because I don’t give a single damn, and conflict with others makes me nervous. I have a bad habit of putting myself so deeply in other people’s shoes I get second hand stress. During the synni drama, I went many sleepless nights because all the insults and mockery she was recieving felt like it was directly on me. The blucci gang can literally back me up when I say I HAVE fought them on how they behave around those they criticize. The criticism is never baseless, we’re not making fun of random people because we’re dickheads. It’s usually that we have repeated incidents of disruptive behavior over and over and over again, but I AGREE that people’s annoyance with them was over the top. In all of those “evidence” screenshots which were inappropriately leaked, I was never hopping on some sort of band wagon and making fun of people like a dick.

I love my friends. Are they perfect? No. Do they get over-emotional sometimes? Sure. Do I get over emotional sometimes? Of course. Because we’re people.

I will not post anything else relating to this drama, and I am blocking those involved. I do not want negativity in the online space I come to be happy when my irl life is falling apart.

I love you all and I’m sorry you had to witness this trainwreck. We will be arriving at the anime AU shortly <3

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Tangled Salt Marathon - Rapunzel’s Return Part 2

Continuing on from part 1 -

https://rachelbethhines.tumblr.com/post/635068926214258688/tangled-salt-marathon-rapunzels-return-part-1

Summary: When Rapunzel tries to defeat the Saporians by herself she gets captured; but once Varian realizes that the Separatists plan on using one of his potions' destructive properties to destroy Corona, he and Rapunzel work together to stop it.

Let’s Talk About What a Let Down the Sapiorans Are

Throughout seasons one and two the Sapiorans were built up to be this intriguing race of people with a complex past and real problems that are sadly relatable to this day. They had a history, goal, motives, and special abilities like magic.

Yet all we got was a really bad hipster parody.

Heck, the crew can’t even keep it’s stereotypes right because they mostly slide into hippy territory instead. Hipsters, Yuppies, and Hippies are three distinctive counter culture movements for three different generations with completely different social concerns and fads.

Basically Chris tried to “stick it to the kids” again and just wound up insulting his parents' generation instead because he’s that oblivious of other human beings.

And that’s not even taking into account that previously the Sapiorans were living on the run as nomads in caravans not dissimilar to common Romani stereotypes, so the show is once again making negative racial connotations due to thoughtlessness.

Why Do You Have a Secret Underground Room Hidden Behind Your Workshop Xavier?

Like that not a thing normal people happen to have lying around there workspace. We still are given zero explanation for why Xavier has all this plot convenient knowledge and rare unordinary plot useful stuff.

Given his previous connection to Saporia and Zhan Tiri wouldn’t it not have made more sense to reveal that he is an actual plot important character in season three rather than keep him as just the exposition fairy?

So Was This Before or After the Saporian Take Over? Cause Either Answer Makes This a Dumb Plan.

Why would the guards, especially Cap, just give up? Did they even bother fighting and then lost to Varian’s weapons or were they told to stand down by a brainwashed Frederic? If they knew something was wrong then why not stay and help? What makes them think they even could find Rapunzel given how no one knew where she was heading and her letters were infrequent? What difference would they think finding Rapunzel would do?

Basically, just like with the “former cellmate” line, we needed to actually set up and establish this conflict rather than relying solely on exposition dumps. Because what we get here doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. It goes against established character and leaves a lot of unanswered plot holes.

More Promotion of Authoritarianism From the Show

Remember that these are the same people who formed a lynch mob to hunt down a fourteen year old all because the king told them to. The same king who had been lying to them for years and placed their lives and homes in danger for months. The same king who persecuted the poor and orphans for years. Him suddenly sending townsfolk to the mines isn’t anything new, so what are these people’s breaking points? Anyone else would have revolted by now.

But noooo, they need Rapunzel to do it for them. Cause Rapunzel is royalty and they can’t do anything without royal permission because they’re sheep. Sheep that’s been subjugated for years and conditioned to be afraid of their “beloved ruler”.

I understand from a meta point of view why you would want your main character to take charge but...

Like this isn’t inspiring.

It’s disturbing.

Why are we promoting blind loyalty to a person who’s not earned it just because they were born special? In a freakin’ kids show no less!

Oh and still no one bothers to call out King Frederic’s abuses here, FYI.

Take Note That Quirineon is Activated By Heat

This will be important later on in the review.

He’s Already Built Grenades For You. Wouldn’t Those Be Better Because They’re Easier to Control?

He’s already built explosive chemicals for you. You just used them in part one of the episode. And it came in an easy to use form rather than an unstable, and untested, mess that could literally blow up in your faces since no one, not even Varian himself, knows how to control it yet.

You Don’t Hammer Out a Cast Iron Pan

It’s literally in the word. To make a cast iron pan you pour the metal into a casted mold. You don't hammer it out like you would with a sword or something. And you can’t even go with the “rule of cool” here cause Rapunzel surrounded by molten metal and fire would have been far more impressive looking.

Yes I’m being picky cause I’m stalling. I don’t care. This is just yet another instance of the crew not paying attention to details like they should.

Behold The Final Time Eugene Will Ever Call Out Rapunzel’s BS

This is the last time Eugene will hold an honest discussion with Rapunzel like an equal to her. By the end of this episode he will have transitioned into full on doormat mode.

Also burying negative feelings and not addressing issues is who Rapunzel is. She’s been pulling this shit since day one. It’s what causes 90% of the conflicts in the show. Have you not noticed Eugene?

So This Episode Has Contradictory “Lessons”

The episode presents this idea that Rapunzel needs to open up to others and trust again after Cassandra’s betrayal. The problem is that the episode doesn’t follow through on that. It makes a knee-jerk decision to go with a “responsibility” lesson that wasn’t built up to instead at the last minute.

More on this later.

Varian Doesn’t Actually Interact With the Saporians at Any Point.

The only person Varian interacts with is Andrew. We have no concept of how he fits in with the rest of the group and what his dynamics are with them. What do they think of Varian? What does Varian think of them? The consequence to this is to further divorce Varian from narrative, even though this is supposed to be his redemption episode.

As I said in the last part, you can easily write Varian out of this episode and nothing really changes plot wise. That’s bad writing.

Also I was robbed of Khary Payton and Jeremy Jordan exchanging lines. I was this close to having audio material for my BH6 crossover, dang it!

Behold The One Time the Black Lady Gets a Line!

I think her name is Juniper?

You can tell it’s her because of the shadow on the wall.

Anyways they casted this part and only bothered to give the character a single line? What a waste!

But this just goes back to the series' poor representation. The only WOC in the show are presented as “shifty” and untrustworthy, even when they are ultimately “good guys”. The majority of them are straight up villains tho, and even as antagonists they’re not afforded any real screen time.

And the only other outright black women on the show is the inventor lady who was given zero respect and the ghost of a barbarian.

Once again, I don’t think the crew are intentionally racist. I think they’re just sloppy. They wanted to be more inclusive but they failed to actually give voice to minorities behind the scenes and so failed in representing them well. This is a problem with the industry as a whole, not just this one show, and must be talked about as such if we wish to change things for the better.

None of this “Stuff” Holds Any Real Meaning

We get several callbacks to season one through Cassandra’s personal things that she left behind, but none of this stuff holds any real personal meaning. It’s just there. They wind up triggering these big emotional reactions from both Rapunzel and Cassandra but the audience is just left confused because what they’re crying over are things that have little significance to these characters. Even this line from season one is just dripping with sarcasm and not some pleasant past memory that either Cass or Raps holds dear to their hearts.

Way To Go, Dumbass

It’s not that she went alone, or that she broke down when it finally hit her that Cass left, that I’m making fun off. The episode already addresses those two points.

No, what ticks me off is that Rapunzel has taken down killer robots, ghosts, and monsters before now with her magical hair but a handful of regular dudes can just bring her down? I don’t care how much alchemy they got. Depowering your main character for no stated reason just for narrative convenience is poor writing.

Because If He Didn’t He Would Have DIED, Rapunzel!!!

He literally would have freakin died had he not done something! He was left inside a jail cell to rot away! Before that he was threatened with hangman’s noose! Before that violence from an angry crowd! Before that he was left alone to starve and/or die from exposure! There was no way out for him except to fight!

And here you are inside the very prison that you kept him in and you still don't have the fucking self awareness to put two and two together!

This Right Here the Assassination of Rapunzel’s Character and the Killing Blow to the Series

Yeah, and what about after the storm? Hun, bitch!?

We’ve spent two damn seasons watching Rapunzel stepping on people and making excuses for herself and the one time when she should realize her actions are wrong and finally own up to her behavior and she still does not fucking change.

This is supposed to be a coming of age story! That means the main character is supposed to grow and learn shit! But when it matters most, Rapunzel only digs in her heels and refuses to change!

Why should I care about this character anymore if she’s just going to keep on being selfish no matter what? Why should I bother watching the show if it fails to deliver on its premise? How is this in any way shape or form an appropriate message for children!?

If you’re watching the series for the first time, then it’ll take awhile to register just how awful this scene is and how it really is the beginning of the end, because they did have time to turn things around after this. But they didn’t, and here we are.

This Isn’t a Real Apology

It’s not a real apology if all you do is make excuses for yourself. Rapunzel doesn’t address what she actually did wrong here and it has nothing to do with her stupid promise.

She neglected and enabled the abuse of a child for a year and three months, and she’s not even sorry for it!

You Were Never a “Friend” Rapunzel

Friends, actually do shit together. They enjoy each other’s company. They care when the other is hurt or in trouble.

Rapunzel only came to see Varian when she needed him for something. Even now, after this confrontation, that’s all she’ll ever do. She does not actually care about Varian, because the creators will not let her care.

And Here Comes the Death of Varian’s Characterization

In order to make this stupid, forced, “redemption” work the writers had to do a complete 180 with Varian’s character and his motivations. Instead of freeing his father, seeking revenge, or just, you know, surviving, he now suddenly cares about “being friends” and “being accepted by people”, only he has no reason to want any of that!

Rapunzel is a shit friend. Heck all the mains are crap friends to him. They ruined his life and the townspeople tried to kill him. Why would he want anything to do with any of these a-holes!?

Varian doesn’t get assassinated in the same sense as Rapunzel and Cassandra do. He doesn’t suddenly become a hateable dumb douchebag or anything, but he nevertheless has his character retroactively sabotaged by the writing.

Uh, Were You Not There When Your Dad Rounded Up a Lynch Mob Against Him, Raps?

I believe you were. Also Varian literally told you to your face that he had to go into hiding cause the townspeople were willing to attack him just because those rumors that you failed to stop and pretended not to know anything about.

Just because the characters shout something repeatedly does not make it true. The audience isn’t dumb. They can remember what happened only two seasons ago.

Where Was the Inciting Incident For This Change of Heart?

Why should he even want their forgiveness? Why has he given up on freeing his father? Why is he having second doubts about overthrowing the kingdom that persecuted him?

If you’re going to drastically change a character’s motivations, goals, and moral alignment then you need to present an in story reason for that change. We don’t get that. There’s no inciting incident on screen for us to see the shift in his character development.

The audience is left to only infer, and that’s poor writing. The audience shouldn’t have to do the work of the writers for them. Characters’ motivations and goals should not be guess work.

The only thing we can glean from this is that he had a change of heart while in prison and that’s a horrifying thing for the show to suggest. That’s basically justifying Frederic’s abuse. It also recontextualizes Varian’s arc into one of submission to his abusers and not one of learning to do the right thing simply because it’s right.

Once Again, Were You Not There For Season One Rapunzel?

They had a year and three damn months of chances. These people actively tried to do him harm just for simply seeking help. He has no reason to trust them nor you.

Why Are We Shoulding All of the Blame Onto the Abused Child?

Yes, he did do all of those things, technically, but they’re being presented here without context.

The Queen enabled his abuser who was threatening his life and destroyed his home. He kidnapped her as a last restore when all other methods to get out of his desperate situation failed.

The princess he threatened neglected him for three months and repeatedly refused to help him, even throwing him out into a deadly snow storm. Despite him being her responsibility, thereby making her neglect a flat out abuse of power.

He would have died a slow and painful death in prison had he not helped to overthrow the kingdom that persecuted him.

I’m not going to pretend that what Varian did was right or that he shouldn’t feel sorry for what he did, but this is a highly skewed version of events that are being recounted here just to create bias in the viewers. It’s manipulative writing intended to gaslight the audience.

Also, why does he even want a second chance!?

Doesn’t This Undermine The Saporian’s Goals?

The Saporians wanted to reclaim their ancestral homeland so that they would no longer be a displaced people. How does blowing up that homeland help them?

Season three just throws all logic out the window. There’s barely a single villain who doesn’t undermine their own goals at some point with their stupid actions.

So Why Varian and Andrew Not Some Other Team Up?

Out of all of the various recurring baddies in the show Varian and Andrew have the least in common. I’m not saying that they couldn’t work together, but doing so required more set up than this. Because as is, this is a very contrived teamup.

They have diametrically opposed goals and moral alignments. Varian doesn’t bring anything to the table that the Saporaions couldn’t have supplied themselves. Meanwhile the Saporians have failed to offer Varian anything that he could want.

At best it’s a marriage of convenience for them to both break out of prison together, but even that is contrived because we don't know why neither of them were sent away on the prison barge with the rest of the season one villians.

Better combinations would have been

Varian & Lady Caine

Andrew & Lady Caine

Varian & Cass

Andrew & Cass

Varian & Zhan Tiri

Andrew & Zhan Tiri

Varian & Hector

The Baron & Varian

Andrew & Staylan

King Trevor & Varian

Like there were tons of options here that the writers just ignored, even though any of them would have made more sense than the one they went with.

The Andrew and Varian Dynamic Can Be Seen as an Allegory for Grooming; Unfortunately the Writers Didn’t Consider That Implication.

Yeah... That’s pretty much what Andrew has done here. He’s groomed this desperate and lonely teen to become a child soldier for him. And one only can only pray that’s all he tried to groom him to do since they were trapped inside a confined and enclosed space together for several months.

Listen, I don’t mind children’s shows touching upon darker subjects. Often fantasy is a good way for people to process complex themes and uncomfortable real world situations through the safety of fiction. It can even be helpful for those who have had the misfortune to experience certain traumas.

I’m not complaining that TTS is too dark.

I’m complaining about it being shit.

All of the crap Varian goes through is just thrown in there for shock value. It’s not here to commentate on the real world nor provide a complex story. The situations are brought only to then be outright ignored. This isn’t thoughtful nor deep. It’s not meaningful nor heartfelt. It’s just hollow drama done in bad taste.

You’re Not In a Position to Judge Rapunzel

You got captured first because you decided to throw yourself a pity party.

Would He Though?

I’m pretty sure Quirin is very well aware of how shitty Frederic is. If anything I would think he’d be pissed that his son, that he tried so hard to protect, was mistreated in such a hordenous way.

This isn’t some satisfying ending to Varian’s arc. It’s a heartbreaking revelation that he’s been beaten down by his abusers.

Varian’s Arc Isn’t Actually About Validation, and Rapunzel Giving It Here Doesn’t Really Change Anything

I spoke about this before on its own, but Tangled the Series places far too much stock in validation. Yes, it’s an aspect of his character arc, but it’s not the end all and be all of his motivation. It’s not the force that drives him to do what he does.

His primary goal is survival, both for himself and for his father. His secondary goal is gaining his father’s approval, but that’s not because he’s seeking generic praise, it’s because his father is emotionally distant. The “validation” is a mask for the real issues which are to fix his relationship with his dad and avoid the guilt of having possibly killed him in an accident.

Rapunzel has fuck all to do with that.

He doesn’t need to hear approval from her. He needs her to get her shit together and help him!

Rapunzel’s and Varian’s Situations Are Nothing Alike and Rapunzel Doesn’t Know Jackshit

Rapunzel you were dumped by your bestie because you’re a shitty friend.

Varian was neglected and abused by those who were supposed to take care of him.

Unless you’re drawing parallels to how Frederic and Gothel treated you, and even then neither of them denied you basic fucking needs!

This should be an “Oh Shit! I’ve become just like Mother Gothel” moment for Rapunzel, not an “Oh yay! Someone to share in my personal misery” moment.

Man, Rapunzel suuuuuucks!

Also This Still Isn’t An Actual Apology

Once again, Rapunzel is not admitting what she did wrong here. She’s not actually acknowledging Varian’s pain, nor what she needs to do to make admins with him.

What she’s doing is making things all about herself again. She’s talking about her feelings. About what she is facing. Rapunzel is an incredibly selfish and egotistical person and the show is trying to present this as a positive thing by rewarding her for such behavior.

Varian’s Redemption Should Have Nothing to Do with “Friendship”

Varian has no reason to want to become friends again with the woman who ruined his life and abused him.

But more than that, redemption shouldn’t be dependent upon Rapunzel’s friendship, nor even her ‘forgiveness”. Varian should be able to do the right thing just because it’s the right thing, Rapunzel be damned.

This cheepens not only his character development but also Rapunzel’s development as well. Rapunzel is not allowed to grow as a person and accept that not everyone wants to be her friend, and that people may have valid reasons to hate her even, and that doesn’t make them evil.

It also rushes through Varian’s arc undermining what the audience had to get through to get to this point.

OK, Let’s Talk About The Goatee

I wouldn’t have minded the beard had it just not looked like a fucking barcode. There’s production art where it looks fine. But just wiping it away ties back to what I was talking about in part one. It’s denying Varian the chance to grow up. This is supposed to be his coming of age story as well but the crew won't let him do that because “rule of funny” apparently overrides what the characters actually need in order to develop.

Once again, the show isn’t a sitcom. You can have comedic moments but the comedy doesn’t need to outright undermine the drama.

Once Again, Shouldn’t Eugene Be the First Person to Jump to Varian’s Defence?

You mean the orphan on the streets who stole stuff and fought to survive when the adults failed to take care of him? Is that what you’re talking about Eugene? Cause if I remember correctly that was you not just three years ago.

You Mean Rapunzel Needs Him To Make Her Feel Better About Herself

Spoiler alert, but Varian doesn’t actually do anything after this point in the episode. His entire “redemption” is just about making Rapunzel feel better about herself after Cass has rejected her. He’s literally become the rebound.

How Come Varian Suddenly Became Shorter Just for This Shot?

I know the meta reason is to reflect that scene back in Queen for a Day when Rapunzel promised him that she'd help him before everything went tits up. Where he was also drawn shorter in that episode to make him seem more verunable, but here he’s just suddenly shorter for only two shots and then suddenly back to his usual height.

Crap like this is why I insist that Varian didn’t actually get any taller in season three. The show just has always been inconsistent with his height and most of the “evidence” for his growth are cherry picked instances where the show drew him smaller than usual for reasons, like here.

So Where Did They Get That Much of the Explosives and How Did They Get Them So Fast?

Only Varian knows how to manufacture that stuff. Why would he make that much of it if he was still in the experimental phase with it? He’s even surprised that they have so much, so where did they get it? If they made it then, how did they make it so fast?

So This Plan Goes Nowhere

Spoiler alert: Varian doesn’t actually get to do any of that. In fact he’s kind of pointless for the rest of the episode.

Why Would the King and Queen Care About a City That They Can’t Remember?

Like this revenge doesn’t make sense. It’s just a contrived way to get Eugene and Lance out of the way.

If the Quirineon Explodes From Being Exposed to Heat Then What Good Does Just Dropping It Do?

Yeah, remember? The stuff explodes when heated. Simply dropping it shouldn’t do anything other than make a mess on the ground maybe.

All That Build Up and Varian Still Doesn’t Get to Do Anything Useful

Up till this point, Varian was shown to be the most competent threat in the show. Yet here they have him be a screw up twice in a row just for comedy antics and to glorify Rapunzel again.

If you got to nerf other characters just to make your main look good then you’ve failed to establish your main character as being capable in their own right.

Remember That This Boy Was Trapped in a Jail Cell With This Guy for a Year!

No, I’ll never be over this.

Andrew is the most directly violent and scummy out of all of the villians in the show.

If he’s willing to do this now, if he was willing to do this to his ex-girlfriend, then what the heck was he willing to do when he and Varian were trapped alone together?

So Andrew Just Willingly Sacrifices His Own People Here....Even Though His Goal Was to Give His People a New Home....

People need to use this gif more often when concerning this show and the villains’ ass-backwards plans.

And yes they survive because of Varian alchemy. But that was on accident. Andrew had no way of knowing that would happen. He’s willing to destroy his own people just to blow up his ancestral homeland and for what!? What does he gain from this action?

The Mind Wipe Kills Frederic’s and Arianna’s Characters; Littraly

Frederic and Arianna are effectively dead at this point. Anything that made them, well them, has been wiped away. Their personalities, hopes, dreams, their on going stories and development, just gone. And we never get them back, even when their memories supposedly return.

Varian’s Not Even Allowed to Get the Idea On How to Save Corona...In His Own Redemption Episode No Less

This is his episode! We’ve spent two years building up to this point and you can’t even let him help? He’s denied the chance to make up for his own mistakes! Just so Rapunzel can play hero and be a very shallow representation of what a bunch of men think a “strong” woman should be!

It’s fucking insulting. That’s what it is.

Making a female character the center of the universe to the point where other people are just props for her is not empowering!

No It’s Not!!

Uh you wouldn’t even be here had you just fucking helped Varian to being with you dumb bitch! This is very much you and your father’s mess!

Even now, while pretending to be responsible, Rapunzel can’t actually be responsible and own up to what she did!

She’s fucking 20 and the 16 year old shows more maturity than her!

Also Your Hair Can Protect Two People at Once Rapunzel; Remember?

There’s no excuse for leaving Varian out of the action. We’ve been shown multiple times now that Rapunzel’s magic hair can protect her and other people at the same time.

Having Rapunzel Save the Day By Herself Undermines Everything the Episode Was Trying to Establish

What happened to needing to “trust again” and letting other people help you? Having Rapunzel save the day alone just tosses out the lesson that the show was trying to build up to.

The show tries to frame this as Rapunzel learning “responsibility” but that also does not work. For one it was never established that she needed to learn that within the episode itself and secondly, she doesn’t actually do anything different from what she usually does.

Being an action hero isn’t the same thing as being responsible. Being responsible is being considerate of others, doing the borning shit or mundane crap that you hate, and being mature enough to recognize your own failings and admitting when you were wrong.

So in the end Rapunzel is neither responsible nor more open to others.

And There’s the Death of Eugene’s Character

Lance, who has maybe exchanged all of three sentences with Raps, is more distrught than the guy that supposedly wants to marry her. This isn’t heartwarming, nor it is growth. It’s just lobotomizing a character right in front of our eyes.

In this very episode he was worried about Raps going to face the Saporians by herself and was, guess what, fucking right to do so. But he doesn’t give two shits if she gets blown up!?

Ooookaaaay.....

This is the completion of turning Eugene into a doormat. From now own he shan’t be allowed to have any thoughts or feelings of his own that disagrees with Rapunzel.

The Eugene we knew is now dead.

But Of Course the Show Rewards Everyone for Behaving In the Dumbest Way Possible Anyways

Don’t expect any of these grossly out of character moments and oxygen deprived logic to be addressed nor fixed within the show. The series will keep on shoving unearned endings into our facing while insisting that this is positive development.

How Did Y’all Get Here Before Varian?

Yes, he was left on a roof, but he can climb and y’all were outside of the city.

Yeah... A Year and Half Fucking Later!

Ok, a year and three months, but that’s still not any better. Worse, all this implies is that Rapunzel would not have ever concerned herself with trying to free Quirin had Varian not broken out of prison. She would have literally left them both for dead and we’re supposed to find her suddenly doing the bare fucking minimum heartwarming and inspiring?

Where Was the Inciting Incident to Use the Decay Incantation for This?

How did Rapunzel come up with this plan? When did she come up with it?

When the hurt incantation was first found no one mentioned how it could be used to save Quirin. No one even gave Quirin a thought. Since then the incarnation hasn’t been brought back up, ever. This is a pretty big leap in logic for Rapunzel to suddenly think of this.

All it highlights how Varian was originally meant to be there to translate the scrolls and incantations in order to establish all this but of course it got cut so now it just comes the fuck out of nowhere.

Not Letting Varian Have Anything to Do With Saving His Father Is Even Worse Than Not Letting Him Save the Day

This has been his motivation since the beginning. It’s been the driving plot for a season, and now that the time has finally come what does get to do?

Hold a dang bucket.

Part of coming up with satisfying endings is following through on what you’ve established. The audience needs closure. Simply freeing Quirin isn’t enough, we need the carthartis of Varian specifically fulfilling his goal.

I don’t know how to break this to you Chris, but this isn’t Rapunzel’s story. Not this segment of it anyways. It’s Varian’s and it just so happens to connect to Rapunzel’s. She shouldn’t have been center stage for this.

The Series Blows It’s Load Too Early with the Incantations

This is the last time we’ll hear any of the incantations sung on screen, cause someone in budgeting didn’t know what was important to throw the money at and what was not.

It’s not bad here, but if we could only hear one incantation only once this season it needed to be in the finale with the final heal incantation.

Varian Was Right All Along

Also, all this does is justify Varian’s actions in season one. Rapunzel was indeed the only one who could free his dad according to this. For a series that desperately wants to shove all of the blame onto an abused child’s shoulders they sure go out their way to prove him right.

So How Is the Hurt Incantation Suppose to Work?

There were so many fan theories after this scene because Varian and Quirin don’t respond to the hurt incantation the same way previous characters had.

No one is gasping for breath, Varian can touch Raps without burning his hands, and Rapunzel can control the direction of her power. ect.

Turns out there was nothing there, the writers just didn’t know what the fuck they were doing and made the hurt incantation very inconsistent just like all of the magic in this show.

BULLSHIT!!!

You literally turn into a villain because she gave up on you!!!!

She also didn’t give two shits about you throughout the entirety of season two.

Why are we just pretending like season one didn’t exist!?

Why!?

The Note!!!

No It Fucking Didn’t!

Does That Look Like “I’m Proud of You Son” To You?

Chris went on to confirm that, yes, the note did hold more information that then got cut. Pretty much confirming all that we suspected. That Varian was cut from season two and his story hastily shoved back into season three at the last minute.

Below is the link to the tumblr post he made.

https://cnotes.tumblr.com/post/190534585146/apparently-one-of-the-writers-said-a-while-back

What’s worse is that his defense is such bullshit. The below exchange pretty much sums it all up.

This Doesn’t Actually Resolve Anything and Is Therefore Unsatisfying to Watch

Part of the reason why this conclusion doesn’t work is because it doesn’t actually address any of the problems that they have in their relationship. Quirin never owns up to what he did wrong. There’s no discussion of what Varian was up to while he was entrapped, no conversation about what secrets Quirin hid from his son, and zero admission of wrongdoing on either side.

Also Varian has done nothing significant to earn those particular words. Saying I love makes sense, but in context saying “I’m proud of you” does not. It doesn’t even work on a meta level cause the episode prevented Varioan from accomplishing anything.

It’s empty.

There Could Have Been More Screen Time to Fix This If Not for Season Two Mucking About

https://discord.com/channels/427940661589704715/569296212218347522/777635115978457098

Above is the link to the original storyboards. It doesn’t fix everything but there’s a lot more satisfying emotional beats including adding Ruddiger back in who is suspiciously absent for the entire episode for no stated reason.

This version was cut due to time. Which, like with the Crossing the Line song, didn’t need to be had they been more effective with their usage of time in season two.

They also could have had a better conclusion to Varian’s arc in general had he not been cut from season two altogether.

So What Does Freeing Quirin Add to the Series?

I’m serious. What does freeing Quirin at this point and time do for the story?

It doesn’t add any character development, Quirin just wanders around aimlessly in the background until the finale and even then his part in that is a pointless dead end. Varian doesn’t gain his emotional closure, just empty, hollow “praise”. Nor is he allowed to accomplish any of his established goals. No new lore or history is exposed. No mystery uncovered.

There’s no reason why this couldn’t have been done later in the season. Provide more tension and keep up the consequences of the characters actions. Give the mains something to do and work on until Cass and Zhan Tiri show up again.

The only reason why this is here is to wrap Varian’s story up as soon as possible so he won’t “steal Cassandra’s spotlight”. That’s it. He’s rewarded for conforming to Rapunzel’s will and all the fans should shut up and be grateful, at least according to Chris.

I Like This Song But It Wasn’t Needed

It doesn’t add anything to the story. It’s just a generic celebration song. Which would be fine if it wasn’t for the fact that we have a limited number of songs, even less than in previous seasons, and the story isn’t over yet. This is the wrong place to put a victory song at.

Especially when we could have had a song that furthered Varian’s redemption instead. Yeah, that was cut too.

So Is Varian the New “Lance” This Season?

He’s right there! This is his dang focus episode!

Why hire Broadway singers and not let them sing!? Why waste talent and money like that?

Also These Lyrics!

Did Glenn Slater just not read the scripts before writing the songs? That’s all season three ever does! Give the mains what they want without earning it. Even in this very episode!

So Is This Rapunzel’s 20th Birthday or Not?

Ok I have gotten into many a heated debate about how long season three is supposed to be. And that’s because what the crew says doesn’t match what the series shows us.

By all accounts this should be Rapunzel’s birthday. According to season two she’s been gone for one year, and there’s the lanterns that they fly specifically on her birthday.

But no one verbally says it’s her birthday and I’ve heard conflicting accounts from different members of the crew. Some stating that it is her 20th birthday and some disagreeing that it is.

Well I’ll take what evidence that the show actually presents to its audience on screen over what the cast and crew says after the fact any day of the week, so I’ll be gathering up this evidence and proving by the end that season three is two years not one.

But the fact that I must comb through series to prove this, the fact that we can even have this debate, and the fact that the crew have to state basic info after the series is over is just proof of the bad writing.

Fun Fact: Cupcakes Weren’t Invented Until the 20th Century

Yeah, that’s the fault of the OG film, and yeah it doesn’t really mean much, but still it’s one more thing to add to the pile of stuff that doesn’t fit.

Plus I’m just a hardcore nerd for historical cooking and I like to share my knowledge.

Yeah But How Can He Trust All of You Again?

You’re the ones who let him down first; repeatedly. And you only started to make things up to him once he became useful to you. What assurance does he have that you won’t mistreat him again next time he’s in trouble or is no longer of any use to y’all?

Yes, Let NOT Show What the Main Character Is Actually Going Through

Yup, this is “Rapunzel’s show” but we’re not going to let Rapunzel have any focus on her feelings or give any insight into her thought process about what is the main conflict of the series now.

Conclusion

Ducktales was robbed!

I can’t believe this shit won an Emmy for “best writing.” It utterly fails on every possible level. It fails to be a continuation of the ongoing story and it fails to be a stand alone episode. Even the very structure of the story is fundamentally flawed. The only reason why it’s not the worst episode of the entire series because the finale and the penultimate episodes exist.

Anyways...I finally made it through. It literally took my entire weekend but I’m finally caught up. Next week I’ll be going back to the usual one episode a week schedule.

#Varian #tangled #anti-rapunzel #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled the series #Eugene #andrew

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dickstailcoat · 4 years ago

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So, I’m finally near the end again of SNS 1 (who needs sleep anyways) and I already have thoughts when comparing it to later stories he has written, be it in the SNS series or entirely new ones. I’ll provide a more thorough in-depth analysis once my notes are organized and I don’t have to deal with my day-job, but here’s a huge observation that I already see in book 1:

Rob is way in over his head.

From the get-go, we see a feminist character who is not as inclusive as many readers would like to think or feel. Repeatedly, she body shames herself, as if this is all women think about when considering their appearances, and judges other women for their ideals. She defies expectations of women, yet bows down to a man, ignoring that strong pillar of her personality. She preaches inclusivity yet shuns other women in the story who are bound by society and literally have no choice. There is something strange about her, as if she is a hero, but not one who knows the depths of the problems she faces, or the consequences of what her actions might bring.

In layman’s terms: throughout the story, there is just something off.

Eventually, the plot dwindles into some far-off abyss (let’s be honest, since book 2, the plot has gone south), and we get a more and more superficial character who appears to be all over the place in her ideals and morale, and less and less a strong woman. As a consequence, we see that core pillar of her personality, being a feminist, disappear.

This is when as the reader, if you take a critical eye to it, you realize what that ‘something’ is. She reminds you of your brother, father, uncle, grandfather, boyfriend, husband, and male friend. She knows the issues exist, she sees them, she can critically assess them, she even constantly makes light of them, but she doesn’t truly experience them fully as all women do.

Now, I’m a clown myself who often tries to make light of situations; however, I know even I will break sometimes because being a woman sometimes really sucks. I know Lilly hasn’t experienced sexual assault like many have, but she has experienced restrictions and worry over what will happen to her if she doesn’t conform to the expectations. I’m living in an very open society, and I still feel anxious, nervous, and upset over that. I still sometimes feel sad because there will always be a man saying I can’t. This happens to her too – repeatedly – and she barely bats an eye. But, she is a female character, so why doesn’t she?

The reason for this is simple: Rob is a man, and can never fully comprehend the true worries, fears, and issues women faced now, let alone then when they were much more severe.

As you read on, you begin to wonder as a reader: whose voice is this? Is it the author’s or Lilly’s? It is normal for an author to put a little bit of themselves in a character, sometimes even more so! But there is a problem when it is a man doing it to a female character. We start to see the mix of ideals and experiences; we start to see the boundary where a male writer cannot grasp what women go through on a day-to-day basis.

That would be fine initially, perhaps, for any new author. Why should we limit artistic expression? But it starts to blur into the reader’s perspective as to whether Rob himself feels this way. Because in this story, it is one single ‘joke’, and is never dealt with - not once - properly. We don’t know for an absolute fact if he himself feels this way, he’s never made it clear! But it starts to look worse and worse as the stories go on and women are less and less powerful except when they are needed to bring the reader back in from the lost plot, as if to say “Hey look! I do care sometimes!”

The result is an author writing about inclusivity, but instead, it comes across as discriminative. We have a single flat tone, as if someone is pressing a C note throughout the story, and never progressing. I don’t know about you guys, but if Taylor Swift played one single note for her entire career, none of us would be listening. It stays there the entire time, a ruler-straighter tonality of constant comedy, turning and warping the inclusivity into cheap plot devices, and mental walls for the readers that he has to shakily try to break every so often.

With that in mind, after a few books the author’s ‘colours’ start to show if this continues.

I started this series way back in the age of the dinosaurs, and adored it. I still do! I have nothing against the stories themselves or characters, I love me a good Victorian romance, but my goodness – the way the subject matter is dealt with is practically insulting of late!

I decided to go back to SNS 1, and look at it critically, as if I’m back in uni trying to dissect Shakespeare. Worryingly, it’s already visible in book 1, and is excused repeatedly with commentary by the author using what I like to call ‘false empathy’. An Instagram commenter recently mentioned that A/Ns are unprofessional, and I agree, I think they’re dangerous. It is better to be upfront in the Prelude or Foreword, or shameless about the fact that you don’t care (G.R Martin, anyone?) because this starts to add the author’s view. With Rob constantly trying to excuse things, it makes everyone question things more and more – although perhaps in light of recent events, this is a good thing.

The fact of the matter is, at the end of the day, “This was how it was in the time” is not an excuse to have the main female character constantly beat her appearance and dismiss other female characters whilst her own personality is diminished. It tricks readers into thinking a male author cares - but does he? Can he? Will he ever truly understand?

Probably not, it’s impossible.

However, this doesn’t mean he needs to stop, and that I despise his stories (okay, maybe a little bit 😉). It means he needs to change. It can’t be ‘this is what happened and this is how it was’. It needs to be this is how it was, this is what happened, this is how it felt, and this is it’s impact. It means he needs to read a book on feminism and issues women experience. It means he needs to ask women to gain a view as to how these things actually feel, and to gain insight into how it’s not something to make a 24/7 joke out of for multiple years. He needs to read up on how those who do not fit the particular ‘box’ of discrimination he is dealing with tend to not like it when you constantly make fun of it tactlessly. There are ways to go about it, you can be funny and deal with serious issues.

Instead, Rob has chosen (and I mean chosen, the OG fandom has been trying for years to message and help this get fixed) to continue on this flatlining path where the star of our story is turned into a joke and a male stereotype of women. It is a shame, because Lilly is pretty damn cool, but he conveniently plucks that core principle out of her as the books go on, until she is eventually a husk whose only purpose is to be funny.

In case you guys ever wondered why the OG fandom stopped reading, stopped being active on the content, and why we only post memes and have turned these two into a running joke, but still keep original Lilly in our quotes, this is why.

#storm and silence #sns #rob thier #lilly linton

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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It’s wind anon. I know I should react to the Kenma part, but I just went through the update, saw Meiko’s portion and I have feelings that I need to get out because I’m so far gone right now—

I swear, I can break down every single text what the flip is this BS. Meiko, dear, do you,,,have a concussion. Are you thinking. What,,, this is like the time you were underdressed at the restaurant and you ended up getting drunk as heck.

Okay, let’s do the breakdown.

Coming in hot, we see Meiko with “tooru!!!!!!” (Yes, I did count the number of exclamation marks) firstly, the usage of his first name after ‘exiled’ where she raged at him and used Oikawa instead... mood swing much because I cannot believe the audacity of this... and really. First name basis. Trying to be close and to get rid of animosity, but not offering up anything like “hey, I’d appreciate talking to you for a sec if you’re free?” Or an apology for blowing up at him because he did indeed have your back, it’s just that you were the one problem. But yes, the exclamation marks too. A bit childish, obvious excitement...mmmm, I’ll move on to the next section.

Oikawa’s “oh. hey meiko” shows that he really ain’t up for this. First is the obvious low energy. I don’t want to go into depth about that but the “oh” shows that he paused. He saw her message. He answered. And he didn’t expect her to talk to him. Especially with that sort of energy. Mixed feelings towards her. And his “hey meiko”. I would say he is one of the more energetic of the House. He probably would’ve done something like “meiko!!! <3” in response before or something like that. He’s a bit flashy in that regard. But no punctuation. Just a downtrodden “hey” in response.

“don’t sound so enthused” she says. I mean, at the very least it seems she understands and can grasp tone from messages? But I am like “it would be more surprising for him to be enthused? I’m in awe of how you were able to become so enthused after you got yourself crushed into pieces by YN...” Besides that, even if Meiko wasn’t physically hurt, a confrontation of this sort would not lead to anyone having a happy mood? Me glancing between Meiko and all the therapists that were mentioned before because I really hope that we can figure something out because she gives off so many different vibes I am like... “what even goes on inside her brain...”

“can you blame me? you yelled at me the last time i talked to you” and this is the truth. He shouldn’t be enthused. You yelled at him, you disregarded his concern and you showed that you didn’t care for him as a person. Even if there was a circumstance where she didn’t yell at Oikawa, he would reach out first and be concerned about her health. Meiko has no grounds to try and blame him for anything right now. Frankly, I don’t think Oikawa should have even bothered answering her because I don’t think he is in the best place emotionally to deal with her.

“im so sorry sweetheart!!!! i didn’t mean it :(” lemme just day, wind anon cannot believe the BS that this message is. First, she says she is sorry. But really? Really. I can’t even look at her. Look, I don’t know what it is but “I’m so sorry.” Has the weakest apology energy. “I’m sorry.” Fine, decent, the classic and simplest. “I’m really sorry.” Also good! Shows regret. “I’m so sorry.” Sounds like you when you just learn that a person’s family member has passed away. There is something about “I’m so sorry” that doesn’t sound sincere to me and it’s infuriating. Next, the “sweetheart” I might’ve gagged a bit internally. Does she,,, talk like that? Normally? Is that a thing? She’s younger than him...and I don’t know but sweetheart sounds so condescending I literally can’t even— and finally, the “I didn’t mean it” yeah, well, you don’t mean anything because everything you say is BS that’s what you mean. Stop excusing your behavior. There is no merit behind it.

“you know i was just beat up and i couldn’t control what i was saying”. Okay, let’s break this down too. First, trying to incur sympathy by the “I was just beat up.” I cannot believe this gal. And the “you know” for a reference to a person’s knowledge of the matter, it lets them be more susceptible to beliefs. But the “I couldn’t control what I was saying” is complete utter hogwash. I mean, Meiko can’t control any bit of her because she is just impulse. But she excused her inability to control herself by saying it was because she was just beat up.

I don’t know what to say for the next portion. Alone, it’s cute, but put into perspective it’s just manipulation and she doesn’t love him. I’ll just move on.

“what do you need that you can’t ask iwa-chan?” Okay, so he didn’t reciprocate with an “I love you too” so that just shows what type of mood and how effective her words were. It also shows that she always messaged Oikawa when she needed something, because he caught on super quick to that. The “Iwa-chan” is interesting though. I wanna know if Oikawa talks to Iwaizumi after this conversation with Meiko because she is clearly going behind his back right now.

“oh well hajime is being very rude rn. he won’t let me leave my room!!!!” Okay, he had best interests at heart and Meiko...I know every single one of your rooms has a bathroom too. They’re bringing you food. They are letting people go into your room. Meiko, you wouldn’t have lasted quarantine if you’re this petulant now. It’s literally going to be like, 3 days max if you work to get an actual solution. I don’t want to break this down, I feel this is self explanatory. She feels entitled still.

“i know, it’s for your own good” he replies, and that is true but I am also of the belief that it is (hopefully) better for the rest of the house to not be in contact with her so I guess that’s that. Anyway, this shows Oikawa placating her, next

Meiko...being...not pretty. “ugh!!! but i wanna go out!!!!!!” Yeah, she would not have been able to be safe throughout the pandemic. Please,,, you’ll have fresh air if you open up a window,,, I know for certain you don’t exercise,,, please Meiko, shut up already you are making yourself look like more of a pile of garbage than you depict yourself as please I cannot handle the idea that the guys fell for this act—

“you have a black eye babe” okay, the black eye is actually Tooru trying to refer to knowledge that she has. As in, she should be trying to rest and get better right now. (Just curious, who treated her? For the injuries? She raged at Iwaizumi and Oikawa so maybe Daichi?) the babe gives off the placating vibe to me, still low energy, not very affectionate, but it’s there so I’m like “hm”.

“so??? omg are you calling me ugly tooru???????” Well...he didn’t call you ugly. But I might? Because you have the ugliest personality of everyone here. But also, shifting blame onto him. Gosh, I give Oikawa some water. He’ll get a migraine from this.

“of course not. i would never”. Low energy, not elaborating, I think he sees that she is trying to manipulate him, or at the very least he isn’t going to play that particular game. But actually, he runs a fashion channel on YouTube. We know Bokuto runs a fitness one and his header message was something along the lines of everyone’s bodies are beautiful, so chances are Oikawa has the same sort of idea for his channel too. He may criticize fashion, but he would never criticize the people wearing it or the people who made it in a mean way. He would be respectful, and he lets people do what they wish because it’s their choice. I mean, there has to be a reason why Meiko’s fashion is how it is—he doesn’t intrude on matters that aren’t his to intrude upon.

Okay, Meiko. I’m gonna stop trying to format the messages exactly how they are, autocorrect is making my time with them a bit too much, but she says she wants him to take her with him. Okay, starting off, you are really under the belief that he will take you on to a trip he has planned when he didn’t invite you in the first place? Pushy... but yes, her petulance again... me flicking water at her, “you got super drunk because you were underdressed at a fancy restaurant and now you have a face that looks like roadkill, how much do you want to embarrass yourself before you get turned into a pariah?”

Oikawa not knowing how she knows that is clear concern. Someone knowing your schedule when it’s none of their business and not public knowledge is major red flag. The “uh” shows that he is clearly taken aback. The ellipses shows that he doesn’t know what to think.

Okay, Meiko—she is actually able to notice something??? Good golly gee, I am baffled by how she did that when everything else she does is on fire. But the consistency probably gave it in. She may have been looking for him at one point, noticed he was out, and saw the pattern then. But actually, wouldn’t she be good at noticing the patterns of the guys so that she always knows which one to go to and use? Thoughts.... but I’m curious about the fact she said the “same group of absolute losers”. I highly doubt they always go and meet up directly in eye view of the house? Chances are they meet up at a bar or something? This potentially could be a thing where Meiko was stalking them? It would be interesting if she saw them while she was out as well—and if yahaba and kyoutani noticed her around before too. Also, her saying “you ain’t slick” like,,, Meiko, have you looked into a mirror. Can you see.

Oikawa defending his friends, we stan. Let’s move on though: “they’re so much younger than you?? and yahaba is def not cute lmao” me, doing like the... monkey meme where they look away because I am just like??? Meiko, you’re younger than Oikawa. I bet Yahaba and Kyoutani are your age. And anyone younger than you is a loser huh? That’s why you look at Bokuto and YN like they are dirt beneath your feet. (And Yes, I do remember that you put Bokuto and YN as the babies of the house, this reoccurrence is very well done). And she went and insulted Yahaba directly like...you’re talking to his friend? What are you doing? Excuse me? I beg your pardon?

And the ellipses strike again— and Oikawa is fishing for information because we have seen him—he listens to logic. And Meiko... her emojis... wind anon be flicking more water at her, she is too much. Also. Kyoutani. She is calling Kyoutani cute. This was the message that made wind anon start this long analysis. Kyoutani, cute? Listen. Kyoutani would take one look at this parasite hanging off his arm with her swollen black eye that was slathered with makeup and her lacking clothing sense, before looking at Oikawa who would be so haggard by then, and then Kyoutani would force her off his arm before grabbing Oikawa and running off with Yahaba following them. There is no way at all Kyoutani would involve himself with Meiko. I refuse to believe he would go for her.

Okay, the two messages after about wingmanning—I don’t want to do a large scale analysis of it. Oikawa really is shown to have good sense for Meiko’s intentions. His intuition is good. And we know that he cares and respects his friends and he focuses on their capabilities. He knows them. Meiko is just...childish in the worst of ways.

“You don’t see the issue with this”. Oikawa really digging in his feet. First, he wished to be in a relationship with Meiko. And here she is, asking for him to wingman to get her together with one of his friends, who may not even like her—and I bet that if it doesn’t go well, she would blame Oikawa for it like really—but I give Oikawa more water for the migraines Meiko induces.

“What?? It’s not like we’re actually together lol”. The laugh out loud at the end really shows how much of a joke she sees this as. She sees him as a joke. And she just crushed all his efforts and actions to try and get into a relationship. And actually...will Meiko ever get into a relationship with another? She has no loyalty. She definitely wouldn’t have ever got into a dedicated relationship with one of the guys. And she would be the type to get upset if they slept around, wouldn’t she? A hypocrite.

“Ugh don’t be like that!!! I’m sure you sleep around too!!” Okay, she is trying to defend herself while also potentially blaming him if he does. It’s just manipulation...I’m gonna move on...

Oikawa’s just done and his “I don’t” holds a lot of emotion. But Meiko’s response back I don’t believe at all. “Oh well that’s your fault, I don’t really give a sh*t if you sleep around hehe!!!” First, blaming him for his choice of only choosing you??? And I highly doubt the second part because she is shown to throw blame and ditch people for negligible reasons—I have no trust towards her words. I do not believe her. I believe she would care. I believe she would blow up at the guy before leaving him.

“Of course you don’t” And there is the utter doneness. He has given up on Meiko in this message. He doesn’t care anymore. He was already not in the mood for her when she first messaged him, he doesn’t want to see her at all anymore. He’s given up.

“So you get it!! Perfect!!!!” Please, wind anon has written so much already, her eyes are sweating everytime she has to look at Meiko being like this hhhhh. “I’ll be ready at like 9pm? Come by my room!! Actually no I’ll come by yours” and her usage of emoji. Get her away from me and everyone in PF. She’s toxic. Send her off with hazardous waste. Also, she deliberately changed from her room to coming by his. She is cutting off him so he has to go with her, he can’t just sneak out and not wait at her room (though she did offer a time so he could just go out now and ditch her presence completely). But it would be amusing if he did something like lock his door, (either after he’d go out or if he wold leave through window) and she would just be there waiting all decked out in her clothes and makeup pounding on his door. He wouldn’t answer and the others would see her out of her room (a misdemeanor). And then she would have to make an excuse. But it would be hard...because Oikawa has text evidence of Meiko going against Iwaizumi to just play like this.

“And if I say no?” Says Oikawa, who is testing the waters—very smart. We approve. “You won’t.” She replies, because she is terrible and we hate her controlling, manipulative, abusive self and we would all fight her. And she ends it off with a “great!! see you then!” Because she has to have her way and the last say.

Okay, wind anon is done

Completely. Utterly done with the analysis and reaction for that. Might not get to Kenma and YN analysis because I went off in this one but just know I appreciate it and I’ll try to get to it—just,,,not today.

I hope Oikawa sends these screenshots to like, Iwaizumi at the very least but it would be even better if he just drops it in a group chat with Daichi and Osamu instead and asks them to keep an eye on her for “her own safety” and ask her to stay in her room. She’s too daring and if she blows up on him after, he will receive more evidence of her being terrible. And of course, he’s smart. He’ll definitely block her number when he doesn’t want to bother with her anymore. Okay, wind anon is ending here. The ask is too long. I think it’s the longest ask I’ve ever sent. I wish you well fr0ggy. I hope your sleep is pleasant and you wake up very rested and refreshed!

WOO LONG POST!!!! i cannot nearly respond to all this!!!! but!!!! i am in Awe??? text by text???? i love this????? ur so amazing i <3 u

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #wind anon

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nightwingmyboi · 4 years ago

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Can I ask why you hate Batman and Robin Eternal? (it was my first DC comic ever, my dad bought it for me in one of his trips even though I didn’t know anything about the batfam or comics in general lmao). It’s been so long since the last time I read it I don’t even remember what it was about (I do remember enjoying it in that moment but it may have also been because it was a gift and the drawings were cool lol)

Aww, that’s very sweet. There are certainly bits of the comic that are enjoyable. I’m pretty sure that I’m actually in the minority when I say that I don’t care for it...but since you asked lol, there are several things about these comics that really rub me the wrong way. This is pretty negative (and way longer than I’d planned), so be warned.

For starters, Dick Grayson was just...not treated well by his family members in these comics. It felt particularly brutal here specifically...I think because Dick would say very harmless things, and his family’s responses in return were so abrupt and unreasonably harsh. Like, Dick says that he’s glad to see Batgirl, and wonders what some kids are doing dressed as Robin...

Batman and Robin Eternal #4

And Batgirl bites his head off. Or, there were times where Dick would just be hanging out in the general vicinity, and people would just take shots at him out of the blue for seemingly no reason.

Batman and Robin Eternal #3

It felt like he could barely breathe without someone criticizing him for it. At one point, Dick confesses that he’s feeling discouraged, and Damian’s response is to punch him in the face.

Batman and Robin Eternal #22

Which is a pretty good summary of the family’s treatment of him in these comics to be honest. Just literally, lashing out at him for zero reason while he just takes it.

One scene in particular that really frustrated me was this one:

Batman and Robin Eternal #5

You know, that other time in this comic series where one of Dick’s family members punches him in the face while he, once again, takes the hit and does nothing to retaliate. Good times.

For context...the big bad in these comics is a villain known as “Mother.” Her speciality is brainwashing. She placed several of her “children” in high-profile positions in order to enact her plans, even managing to infiltrate Spyral. In a message left for Dick, Batman specifically explains that “Anyone could be under her control, Dick. They could be people you know. People you love…they probably will be” (Batman and Robin Eternal #1).

Unlike in Pre-52, Tim’s background is largely a mystery. He’s acting suspiciously. So, Dick takes it upon himself to investigate and ensure that Tim’s not one of Mother’s plants.

On Tim’s side of things, he’s upset that Dick investigated behind his back and found out where he’d secretly had his parents living for their safety. Dick unintentionally brought danger to their doorstep (though, notably, no one was actually hurt). But Tim’s pissed, and punches Dick in the face.

Not gonna lie, this was hard to take. I mean, even if Tim was in the right in this argument (which he lowkey isn’t in my eyes), that still does not make it ok for him to just punch Dick out of the blue when Dick is, as pictured above, just talking to him.

And the hypocrisy that Tim is displaying here is stunning. How he had previously told Dick off for keeping secrets from the family by going undercover with Spyral, when he in fact had a whole secret family tucked away in a corner. How he tells Dick off now for invading people’s privacy, when just earlier in this very comic he had planted surveillance devices in Stephanie’s apartment without her consent.

Batman and Robin Eternal #2

How Tim storms off and goes on a solo mission with Jason because Dick’s supposedly too personally invested and thus compromised, when he just got so emotionally unhinged that he lost his shit at Dick and punched him. Once again, may I just say, simply stunning.

But does Tim ever face any consequences for this behavior? Oh, of course not! Instead, we get Jason joking about how great it is to punch Dick in the face when he is not even fighting back.

Batman and Robin Eternal #7

And everyone collectively piling on to Dick and blaming him, even though he had legitimate concerns. Awesome.

Batman and Robin Eternal #6

Batman and Robin Eternal #7

And Dick just continues to take it. Not once does he stand up for himself. It’s so hard to read him continually get shit on, I’m sorry. And it’s crazy how they treat him this way, and yet still ultimately look to him for encouragement and rely on him to save the day in the end? You hate to see it.

I also didn’t like what they did with Cass. I know, I’m just full of complaints. But they really watered her down. With Pre52 Cass, you could actually describe facets of her personality. She was compassionate, had a very refreshing, sassy sense of humor, etc. She wasn’t just...mysterious action girl who has a dark past and cries occasionally. I mean, there were moments where I could see glimpses of personality (the time she visited the ballet being the main one), but on the whole she punched people when needed, and otherwise just stood there as people talked about and around her. Essentially a prop for the story.

Batman and Robin Eternal #24

Another thing that makes me so uncomfortable (that I couldn’t pin down until I read this post here) is the fact that this comics version of events makes it so that Cass’ own backstory no longer has her as the focus; it’s not about her emotional struggles and journey. By having Cass kill Harper’s mother rather than a random man, it makes the story about Harper, and about Cass gaining Harper’s forgiveness. So...more using Cass as a prop...as an element of someone else’s story in what is supposed to be her origin!

Honestly, I have no idea why Cass would want to stay with the Bat-family in these comics anyway...her previous mentorship with Barbara Gordon is nonexistent. She’s no longer Batgirl. The two people who were once her closest friends treat her horribly.

Batman and Robin Eternal #3

Batman and Robin Eternal #4

As if she’s barely a person. Once again, sooooo hard to read this. Why.

Yeah, I could go on forever nitpicking here. You probably got a sense of it already, but I absolutely despise how Tim is characterized here. Most of the time, he’s an ass. Jason also had pretty inconsistent characterization. And I really don’t like how the whole comic treats Robin like something Batman owns and is meant to benefit from, rather than as something Dick created. I don’t like how Cain was “redeemed” in the end, and that Cass took on the name Orphan instead of Black Bat or Batgirl. Once again, how is she connected to the Bat-family exactly? And I don’t like how Dick’s time as Robin is portrayed.

The existence of this comic...drives me insane...

It’s also the worst time to be doing a “Does Batman treat his kids like child soldiers?” arc considering it is coming on the tail end of Spyral, aka that one thing that Dick did because Bruce beat the shit out of him and forced him to.

Nightwing #30

Looking through Batman’s speech to Dick there...some of the things he says to Dick are so uncomfortably close to what Cain says to Cass. Really horrible parallel there. Why DC.

I really don’t know why Dick was so certain that Bruce didn’t do something shady with Mother, as was implied throughout the comic, when Bruce had pulled the Spyral crap fairly recently. Idk why they didn’t play into that side of things. Like, the fact that this arc ends with Dick comforting Batman about them not being child soldiers:

Batman and Robin Eternal #26

Instead of Batman stepping up to reaffirm to Dick that he was a good partner and a trusted ally when he spent the whole comic being insulted by his family and being told this stuff by his enemies (and flashback!Batman):

Batman and Robin Eternal #8

Batman and Robin Eternal #12

Just sucks. I mean, Dick had just recently sacrificed everything (his family, his friends, his life, his identity, everything) to do as Batman wanted and go undercover, only to hear this over and over? To hear that none of it was enough? That he could never be enough? And Dick never gets reassurance that this isn’t true. This comic is just agonizing in so many ways.

Obviously, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I am not criticizing this to be a killjoy? Just venting. If you enjoy these comics, you are free to continue to do you. But I am never going to like them. And when I see people championing these books as the best the Bat-fam has to offer...oof is that hard to hear lmao! Surely we can do better than all this.

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Start of Something Great - pt. 2

ALRIGHT, YALL WANTED IT, SO HERE IT IS! Is it a good ending? Maybe. You’ll have to find out. C: If you haven’t read part one to this fic, and would like to, you can here.

NSFW/ Smut / Jock Shawn/ Cheating with Shawn / ANGST / gratuitous oral scenes / Impatient h*rny Shawn /vague college boy style daddy kink / Angsty /Catching feelings /undescribed femme character because fuck non-inclusive descriptions✨ / did I mention angst? / 6.4k words

The lights were completely off, only the bathroom adjacent to the bed provided lighting from a slim crack in the doorway. Comforting scents of sandalwood and frangipani lingered in the air. The nag champa incense long since burned out. But it mixed with the musk in the air, the soft sweetness of coconut oil seemed to stick just below her nose. Warm, it was so warm, wrapped in blankets and wrapped in his arms. His body was warm, and soft, arms laced around her waist. One of his legs rested between hers, soft lips moved up her arm; to the tip of her shoulder and then down the curve of her neck and up to her jaw. The music was playing softly, but close to the bed, currently John Legend. Her eyes were closed as she soaked up the feelings of the moment. Large hands and calloused fingers moved up her stomach, over her breasts. She felt his lips move higher, teeth nipping at her earlobe, breath hot. “Tonight I'll be the best you ever had. I don't wanna brag, but I'll be the best you ever had.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly as he sang the lyrics against her jawline. He sang too well for just some hockey player, she’d told him that before, but now wasn’t the time. “Shawn!” she scolded in a whisper, giving him a shove. She turned now to face him, looking up at him as if her head wasn’t under his chin. Still he wrapped his arms back around her, his fingertips grazing her spine. Sometimes she swore he could feel the electric currents he sent through her body. “You had to ruin the moment,” she teased before leaning in and kissing the tip of his chin once. She moved back then, slowly pulling herself from his arms. A heavy sigh came from the curly haired boy, his hands holding her wrists trying to keep her in the bed. “I need to go Shawn,” she said in a whisper. “Stay the night,” his voice was almost a muffled huff, “You said he’s out of town.” She sighed, for a moment paused in her attempt to leave. “He is out of town, but I have to FaceTime him before I got to bed.” her tone made it sound like it made so much sense, almost like scolding him for not understanding. A huff came from Shawn, almost like a sneer as he fell back in bed. He wasn’t holding onto her wrists anymore. “Fine, go.” he said softly. “It’s literally 11pm anyway, if he believes you’re in the library this late on a Friday night, more power to him, I guess.” She scoffed at that, “You’re such a bitch sometimes Shawn, you know that? Why don’t you just call your round two and get off my ass?” Her tone was irritated with him, but so was she, and she saw no reason to pretend different. “Right,” he said in a tired tone, “I forgot you’re just here to get some good dick and then go back to your otherwise perfect sweet caring boyfriend who does nothing wrong.” his tone was almost mocking. “He is sweet Shawn! He’s a really nice guy, and he cares about me a lot! He’s not a dumb jock who sleeps his way through life and who’s biggest concern is if his hair looks okay.” her tone was so defensive and she wasn’t even sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. “Yeah but you don’t love him, do you?” Shawn’s voice was softer now, as he turned his head, looking over at her. There was silence between them, she didn’t know how to answer that. She cared about her boyfriend, of course. But if she loved him, why did she keep coming back to Shawn. Why did being in Shawn’s arms feel so right, in a way she’d never felt before. Why did she feel a pang of jealousy at the idea of Shawn taking her advice and calling a round two. But before she spoke, Shawn did, looking over her, “I can’t do this anymore.” It caused her to look back at him, almost shocked, “What?” her question was so quiet that she almost didn’t hear it herself. “This,” he answered, waving his hand around the room, clearly he heard her question. “I’m not doing this, I’m tired of being someone you come to when you want some dick. I liked it better when we were friends, I wish we’d never even fucked.” he said shaking his head. Everything about what he said, made her feel sick to her stomach. And she wasn’t sure if he said he’d have rather never done this, or the fact that ‘fucked’ sounded so casual, emotionless. “Shawn we were never friends,” she said eyes locked on him. “We had class together and you flicked paper balls at me until we had to work on a project together. And you barely did any of it, and you were annoying. And finally once you knew my name you decided to try and fuck me at a party,” her tone was bitter as she threw his own word back at him. “Nice,” he said nodding, “Glad we were never friends, at least I’ve been...just some dick this whole time.” he said giving her SUCH a fake smile. “Shawn you can’t be serious,” she sighed, “You can’t be upset about this for real.” her voice was almost exhausted. For a moment, he was quiet, looking over her, “Listen, I like you,” he said in a way that made it almost sound like an insult. “And if you want to stay with your boyfriend that’s fine. I..guess I am not the one to decide if you love him or not.” he said looking over her for a moment, “But I can’t...keep doing this and then watching you go home to some other guy.” he said shrugging. “So, I won’t do it.” he said, “Leave now please,” he added, “I’m going to go take a shower.” His voice was almost monotone, as he got out of the bed and walked himself into his bathroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving the room she was standing in entirely dark. She heard the shower turn on, and for a moment she still just stood there. He liked her? What did that even mean? Well, until that moment she hadn’t even been entirely sure he liked her as a person, but she supposed that meant he did. But did he mean he loved her? Or was that just a polite way of letting her know he didn’t hate her before he went off on her about her boyfriend. He didn’t use the word love, but he did when he mentioned her feelings. Did he just expect her to break up with her boyfriend to feed his ego about being the only man she was ...’fucking’? After a moment she decided it was either the worst love confession of all time, or he’d just had an ego trip from hell. Neither made her feel better, and neither did anything to ease the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Somewhere along the lines, she’d fallen in love with him. He’d told her not to but she did it anyway. It was why she kept coming back. The only reason she’d hooked up with him in the first place was because working on that damn project with him gave her the biggest crush. She swore he’d known it, he had to, or else he’d have never asked her to have sex with him, right? It was what made her keep coming back for a taste of him, even if guilt of cheating on her boyfriend was eating away at her. She loved her boyfriend, or at least she told herself. But Shawn gave her butterflies. The way she felt when he complimented her made her feel a type of beautiful she’d never felt before. She’d tried to convince herself it was just good sex. But it wasn’t. Somewhere between the car sessions and the milkshakes and fries he’d talked her into afterward...she’d fallen in love. A type of love she’d never felt before. Comfort. But she hadn’t let herself feel it, not with Shawn. She never felt comfortable in a crowd. No, they were two different clicks. He was with the jocks, the funny, the painfully handsome, the stupidly popular. And she... well she’d had three classes with him prior to their group project, and he still hadn’t known her name. A nobody, ro him just some nerdy girl with a major he’d never asked about. It didn’t matter how she felt around him when they were alone. That wasn’t love, she’d told herself, he treated every girl he fucked that way. That had to be true, right? Awkwardness of standing there, naked in his bedroom finally took over. With a soft sigh, she grabbed her clothes, pulling on each piece. Once she was dressed, she walked to the door of the bathroom where Shawn was. If this was over, she had nothing to lose right? He at least owed her an explanation of what he meant. Her hand touched the knob, and she turned it, but it stopped half way. Locked. Asshole. With a sigh she grabbed her bag, there really was nothing else for her to do besides go back to her dorm to sulk, and so she did. She went back to her dorm, and she did call her boyfriend, not for long, she couldn’t handle him asking what was wrong. She told him she was sick, not feeling well and needing to sleep. Once the call was over though, she found herself crying. Curling up in her bed, miserable. Even if she weren’t sick, she felt it. Never had a fight with a man made her feel this way, not even her boyfriend. She finally reached for her phone, opening up Shawn’s contact. She looked at the last message from him, his reply to her saying she’d be at his dorm soon. ‘Can’t wait ❤️❤️❤️’ It made her heart ache and she pushed it out of her mind before sending him another text. “Hi” she sent before double texting a “Can we talk?” she didn’t know what she wanted to talk about, but honestly she’d take most anything. Hours came and went, and no message back from Shawn. She looked for the message that he’d read it, but there was none of that either. Eventually, after a bit more tears, and a half pint of ice cream, she fell asleep. When she woke up in the morning, well what was left of the morning, she felt almost hungover. She groaned as she checked her phone, 11:23am. Instantly she opened her messages, no reply from Shawn. But there it sat now, and her heart sank. ‘Read at 3:04am’. She felt a wave of nausea when she imagined what he was doing up so late. Instantly she closed her messages, flipping through her phone and opening Instagram. Straight to his profile, no new posts. Stories? Three. A party. A video of him taking shots. Typical. A video of him and one of his male friends arm wrestling? Okay? The last one, Shawn, and a girl. He held her jaw in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other, pouring the beer into her mouth. Laughs all around, from his friends, from him, from her even. And then he kissed her, beer spilling over the both of them. She could feel tears welling in her eyes again already. She wanted to think he did that on purpose, to bother her, to send her a message. Well if his intent was to hurt her, it worked. But was she even so important to him? It took a moment, but she pulled herself together, she couldn’t be sat here crying over a boy she wasn’t even dating. Even if the thought of him with another girl did make her miserable. The rest of her day, progressed much like her morning. She couldn’t bare to make herself text him again. That evening she was supposed to see her boyfriend. Midway through the day she texted him to let him know she still wasn’t feeling well, and they couldn’t hang out. She just couldn’t drag herself out of this funk. It didn’t help that her boyfriend disregarded her wishes, and that night he came over, bringing her soups and juices. A sweet gesture of course, but here she was sick to her stomach over another man, and this one was being so kind to her. Her stomach in her throat, heart feeling like it was coming out of her chest, she broke up with him. There were tears, and frustrations, but even so, she went through with it. She was honest, confessing to him that she’d fallen for someone else. She didn’t tell him of the...affair the dozens of hookups, but she considered that cruel and unusual. Once he was finally gone, she found herself cursing Shawn, and she picked up her phone again, sending a message. “You’re such a fucking brat” she sent, as if he was he who had made her do what she’d just done. Truth be told, he was right, she should have done it long ago, after the first night. This time, it was much faster. ‘Read at 9:26pm’ A soft gasp left her lips, “Shawn I know you’re there.” she sent, “Answer me.” Once more, ‘Read at 9:30pm’ she waited a moment, before sighing hard. “Shawn, answer me, its important, we need to talk. I’m sorry” She wasn’t sure why she apologized, desperation maybe. ‘Read at 9:32pm’ For a moment, she considered going directly to his dorm, just to smack him across the face, but what would that do? Instead, she opted to call him. Declined, immediately. Finally, she saw the text bubbles popping up on his side of the screen. She watched impatiently until the message popped up. ‘Please leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep, good night.’ With shaky fingers she immediately responded, “Well that’s a goddamn lie.” A brief wait, ‘Read at 9:35pm’. But she got no answer past that, all it did was make her realize that she was in fact trembling. She gave a dramatic soft scream and threw her phone down. With one final sigh she went to microwave herself some ramen and call it a night, as far as she was concerned she damn well deserved it. The night passed, and days passed, she tried to text him a few more times, but no answer from Shawn. Finally, she decided it had been enough. He was going to know how she felt, and if he didn’t feel the same, fine, but she needed closure. He wouldn’t answer her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to get his attention. She took a break from her funk to get dressed up, a fresh shower and hair wash. She even shaved, lucky Shawn. And she sat down, doing her makeup, making sure it was perfect, and her hair, just the way she liked. Finally, time to get dressed. After careful consideration, she picked out a black dress. It was a little tighter on her than when she first bought it, but it did hug all of the right places. And she decided for sure, tonight was the night. She pulled out a push up bra, and some tall heels, ones that made her almost tall enough to kiss Shawn without him leaning down. Under the dress though..that was the real secret. Baby pink lace lingerie, that really did hug every single curve perfectly. Lace on the sides with only a bit of silk to cover the most important bits, heart shaped. Once she was finally done, she slipped her lipstick into her bag, just incase she needed to touch it up, a travel makeup wipe, and some powder, the basics in her mind. She almost felt like a fool walking down the halls like that, but of course girls did it all the time, she just..didn’t happen to be a party girl. In fact, it was already Friday night again, many girls dressed so similar to her walked past her. Silently she found herself praying that she hadn’t missed Shawn before he left for his own party session, it was still a little early after all. Once she arrived at his building, on his floor, right in front of his dorm door, she raised her hand to knock, and then froze in spot. Talking inside? A female voice? She leaned in, pressing her ear to the door, she could have sworn she heard a gasp, or a moan, or a sigh...or something above the nausea in her stomach. As much as she didn’t have a right to be jealous over him, she damn sure was. And with a huff, she knocked on that door, if there was a girl in there, she was determined to interrupt it. After what felt like an eternity, Shawn opened the door, a half crack. And there he stood, curls ever so slightly messy, a little stubble on his chin, and he was shirtless. In fact, he was only wearing grey pajama pants, bare feet sticking out from the pant legs. She tried her best not to stare at his chest, or....abs, or..if those pajama pants fit just right... “Hi, let me in,” she said finally, doing her best to have a stern voice. Shawn quirked a brow at her, “Well, don’t you have good timing.” he said before opening his door, “Come on.” he said before opening that door. “Is someone here?” she asked once she walked in, glancing at Shawn closing his door and flipping the lock. “No,” he said gesturing toward his open laptop on the bed. She took a moment to step over to it, peaking at the laptop screen, almost as if next shed look under his bed. But she gasped softly once she saw the screen, “Porn?” she asked. “I wasn’t joking about your timing,” he said, and as she turned around to face him, he kissed her. It caught her off guard, his hand on her jaw, his lips crushing into hers. It felt the same as it always had, butterflies in her stomach, her body seeming to melt against his. Every question, and accusation and demand she had, seemed to leave her mind. Even if this didn’t go the way she planned, what was one more time? She deserved a good lay right? That was what she told herself anyway. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her fingertips dragging down his back. Moments later it switched to nails as his lips grazed down her jaw, and down her neck. “You missed this dick, huh?” he whispered just below her ear. “Can you not be cocky...for fifteen seconds?” she asked against his jaw. It earned her a soft laugh from the curly haired boy. And he went back to kissing at her neck, nipping and sucking the skin there, but not hard enough to leave a mark. His hands moved over her body, and down her hips, before moving up her back. He unzipped that dress, and already began to pull it off of her. Within minutes, he had that dress off, dropping it beside them. “You look so fucking good baby...” he whispered against her jaw, before leaning up to kiss her lips. She felt her cheeks burn at the compliment, and at him calling her baby. She kept kissing him back, one of her hands moved into his hair, her fingers locking in those curls. Her body almost melted under him, against him still, she felt herself moan into those kisses. “This outfit..” he whispered against her lips, "Let me look at you..” he said pulling back gently and looking over her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in lingerie before..” he said quietly, his fingertips tracing her figure. “You look like something out of a dream..” he said in a quiet voice. ”You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen..” he said it almost like he was talking to himself. But before she could answer his lips were on hers again. All she managed was a soft ‘Shawn’ into those kisses, but he just hummed against her lips as a response. “I know,” he murmured into the kisses, “I know what I said before, but just one more time..” he whispered. “Shawn,” she breathed against his lips. She wanted to tell him that it should..not just be one more time. But he silenced her with kisses, his hands moving up the curve of her spine. His fingers undid her bra and pulled it off. His lips moved along her neck as his hands moved up over her chest slowly, massaging her breasts. Her hands moved over his body in return, along his sides and over his chest, down the toned muscles. She tilted her head to the side, soft moans falling from her lips as his lips moved along her neck. “I missed you..” she whispered before running one hand up his neck and tangling it into the curls at the base there. Shawn made a sound almost like a huff, and she couldn’t tell if he was laughing because he found it funny or because he didn’t believe her. He pulled her hips forward, his hands on her lower back, making her arch as he kissed over her chest. Little licks and nips as he made his way along her skin. Her hands tangled once more in his hair, playing with his curls and tugging them gently. “That feels so good Shawn,” she whispered, “Do you like sucking those tits?” her voice was soft, almost like a little moan of her own. Shawn gave a low ‘mhm’ under his breath, almost nuzzling his face against her chest. He kept sucking at her skin, licking and sucking over her nipples for a moment. His hands moved lower down her waist, massaging her for a moment, like he just wanted to feel her. And then his hands pushed her panties down, letting them fall as his hands began to massage and knead at her bottom. “You’re so hot..” he whispered against her skin gently. But soon enough he pulled back up, kissing her lips hard. “Let me taste something else..” he said against her lips before slowly pulling back. And he picked up his laptop, closing it and setting it on his beside table. Once he turned back to face her though, she bit at her bottom lip, running her hands up his chest again. “How about this time Shawn..” she said softly, “You let me have a taste,” she did her best to give him the most sultry look she could muster. “You..always go down on me, like everytime we’ve ever hooked up,” she said giving him bedroom eyes, “How about this time you let me spoil you? Let me suck that big cock before you fuck me?” she asked, running her fingertips lower, just above the waistband of his pants. “Please?” There was a moment where Shawn just looked over her, before nodding, “Alright,” he said giving her a little grin, “Who am I to say no to a perfectly good blowjob?” Once he agreed, she nodded, “Thank you daddy,” she cooed with her sweetest voice. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and pulled them down, dropping them to his ankles where he slipped them off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them, and his cock was already visibly quite hard. “Is all this for me?” she cooed, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock, slowly stroking her hand up and down the length of it. “It’s so big,” she cooed. She saw Shawn roll his eyes, almost shaking his head, but there was still a smile on his lips. “Sit down!” she said then, in almost a bratty voice, before shoving him to sit on the edge of his bed. Shawn half fell with a little laugh, sitting back on the bed and watching her as she moved down onto her knees in front of him. “You look so handsome,” she cooed looking up at him, running her nails up and down his thick thighs. Her hand finally moved to take hold of his cock and she leaned in, peppering kisses along the length of it. She dragged her tongue along the underside, giving a hum while she did. Her tongue moved higher, around the tip of his cock, and she used the tip of her tongue to tease the slit at the tip. Shawn’s hands were tangling into her hair now, pulling it a bit as moaned softly. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and he gave a shaky exhale. “That’s nice baby..” he whispered. He felt her smile against his cock, and he looked down to see it as well. She was smiling, before taking him deeper into her mouth. All at once she was bobbing her head, sucking hard and hungrily, almost leaning up on her knees while she did like she was SO eager. And truth be told, she was eager, she’d missed him. The noises coming from him were constant, soft hungry whimpers as he pulled her hair a bit tighter “Fuck baby that feels amazing..” he groaned. She pulled back, but only for a moment, spitting against his cock before her hand took over where her mouth had been. She stroked him eagerly and hungry, leaning down to gently suck at his balls. She gave him soft little kisses and licks in-between that made him spread his legs and groan out. “Oh..god...damn,” he groaned, his head rolling to the side and then back. One hand stayed in her hair, but one moved back to rest on the bed, almost like to steady himself. “You’re doing such a good job baby..” he whispered. “Mhn, I love my daddy’s cock..” she murmured against his skin, before popping him right back into her mouth. She felt him throb, just seconds before, at her words, more than her touch. It made her moan against him gently as she pressed her mouth down as far as she could, gagging against him lightly. She felt him shift on the bed, she saw his abs clench, and she pulled back, kissing the tip of his cock over and over. “Do you wanna fuck me now, Shawn?” she cooed, before kissing at the side of his cock now, along it gently. “Yeah..” he whispered, “Absolutely, come up here for me.” he said standing up, and pulling her up, putting her on his bed. He pushed her back, so her head rested on the pillow, before he got up and moved over her himself. He was spreading her legs moving between them, wrapping a hand around his cock and dragging the tip along her inner folds. He was almost shocked to see strings of wetness, not only his precum but his arousal. He’d have never owned it, but his cheeks flushed a soft pink at how worked up she was just from sucking his cock. “Wait,” her voice snapped him out of his almost trance, and he looked up at her, with a soft ‘hm?’ “Condom,” she said softly, “Get one.” For a second, his expression was blank, and he nodded, before opening his bedside drawer, grabbing a condom out of the box in there. “You didn’t make me use one the last time you were here, decided you don’t like my dick as good raw?” His question made her gasp, and she felt her cheeks burn. “Don’t be a asshole, the last time I was here, you showed me a letter showing me you’d been tested and you were clean. You got another one?” she asked. “No, but I’m clean,” Shawn almost scoffed the words as he pulled on the condom. “Right, it’s been a week I’m sure you haven’t put that dick annnywhere else.” she said giving him a look. “You sound jealous,” he added with a soft smile. She huffed, “You know I have toys bigger than that in my drawer right, and they vibrate, you don’t vibrate. You just say stupid shit.” He grinned at that, before taking a hold of his cock now, and pushing up into her, “What drawer?” he asked, leaning up. One hand held her hip, one rested on the bed above her shoulder as he began to thrust into her. “Mhn, fuck Shawn,” she moaned, her hands resting on him, one on his back and one around his shoulders. “Fuck that feels good,” she panted, her pussy already clenching around him. “I know it does baby, it’s good dick, which drawer?” he asked brushing his lips against her jaw. She quirked a brow at him, “The one beside my bed, why do you care hn?” she asked, wrapping her leg around his waist now, pulling him tighter to her, “Just fuck me, Shawn,” she hummed. “Mhn, yes ma’am,” he purred, leaning down a bit closer. But he took one hand, spreading her free leg open as the other hand balanced his weight. He was thrusting into her harder now, already reaching a sort of rough pace. “That feel good? You wanna tell me how good it feels?” he hummed against her jaw. “Your ego is worse than normal...” she panted, unable to keep from letting a moan slip out. “I just want some compliments baby, and I want you to give them to me, come on, tell me,” he whispered against her jaw, “Please? Don’t make me fuck it out of you?” For a moment she grinned, looking over him with such a little smirk. “Oh I think you might have to fuck it out of me Shawn..” she cooed. “I think you might just need to fuck that little pussy until I’m begging you to stop..” she cooed. She was already giving soft moans, but she heard Shawn laugh, under his breath, and she knew she was in for it. “Your wish is my command, princess,” he cooed. Within seconds, Shawn’s hands took her thighs, and he spread them wide open. He didn’t push them up to her shoulders, but he did push them up some. “God your pussy is so fucking pretty..you know that? And so are you, you look like a fucking angel under me,” Shawn purred. He looked over a moment longer before using her legs as sort of leverage as he began to thrust into her. He didn’t put all of his weight on her, but that meant each he almost ‘fell’ into her, and it slammed his cock deep into her. Within seconds, he had her on the verge of sobbing. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Shawn, oh fuck that’s deep!” she cried, her hands clawing down his back instantly. “O-..Oh Shawn!” her voice was strained and each thrust up into her made her cry out, in such a vulgar way. “Tell me you love it baby,” he whispered against her jaw, leaning in to literally lick up her cheek. “Tell me you love that huge fucking dick stretching out your pussy. Tell me how good it is, tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had..” Her voice was shaking so bad it took her a second to even speak. God it felt good, and she realized it even more now that it had been a while. She hadn’t been with him, she hadn’t been with her boyfriend. She’d been so down in the dumps about this that she hadn’t even touched herself. And now, all of that pleasure was flooding in, each thrust made her feel it in the pit of her stomach, burning heat. “Fuck Shawn,” she whimpered after a moment, she knew her nails were dragging blood down his back, she could feel it. “Please,” his voice was hot against her jaw, “Tell me how good it feels,” he panted those words, and it did sound like a plea, like he had to hear or he’d die. “It feels...so good Shawn..” she panted, and she could have sworn she heard him sigh of relief. “Mhm,” he moaned against her jaw, “More,” his voice was so quiet she barely heard it. “It’s the best I ever had Shawn...” she whispered, “I mean it, you fuck me so fucking good..” her voice almost sobbed those words. “I’m going to cum, so fast baby, I’m so fucking close Shawn..” she whimpered as she tangled one hand into his hair and tugged hard. “Do you want that baby, you want me to soak that thick cock? I want to do it..I want to cum for you so bad,” she whimpered those words. He nodded to her, almost breathlessly. “Yeah baby, fuck yeah, soak that cock for me..” he panted, “Show me how good it makes you feel, I just want to make you feel good so bad..” he panted. She nodded to him, eagerly, her response just desperate moans. He was so clearly invested, so desperate and eager to make her cum. He was focused on it, his lips parted softly as he gave quiet moans of his own. His eyes were locked on her, all that moved were his curls that hung in his face while he thrust into her so consistently like that. “I’m gonna Shawn..” her voice sounded like a warning, “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, don’t stop,” she whined. And within seconds she was, her pussy clenching against him over and over. She felt her hips jerk forward, desperate for that friction between them. She gave whining almost sobs of pleasure as he kept thrusting into her while she rode it out. Finally, she pushed at his hands, getting them off her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around him. She pulled him closer with her thighs around his hips and kissed him hard, resting her hands on his cheeks. Shawn didn’t protest, kissing her back, and gently rolling his hips up against hers, keeping his tight to hers. “You fuck me so good Shawn...” she whispered, “You make me want that cock to be mine all the time,” she cooed. “It could have been,” Shawn said after a moment before gently starting to pull back, almost like that ended it for him. “Shawn,” she whispered, pulling at him more so, “That’s..why I came, I broke up with him.” she said looking up at the brunette with almost doll eyes, like begging him to react kindly. “You did?” he asked looking over her. For a moment she saw excitement, and then it was washed over by neutrality. “That’s...I mean that’s good for you but, I don’t get why you’re telling me because you said before like...a few times now that you’re not into me so..” he said shrugging. “Will you like..unhook your legs so I can pull out?” he asked quietly. For a moment there was silence, as she swallowed her pride. “I lied,” she blurted out. “I said that because I didn’t think you would ever date me..I thought you just wanted some easy pussy.” she said looking down, and away from him now, slowly unhooking her legs from his waist. But Shawn didn’t move, “So...you like me?” he asked, brow furrowed, “As in like you came here to tell me you two broke up, so...we could get together?” She couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Yes, why else did I get all dolled up and come over to suck your dick, you silly boy,” she cooed. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair, “Kiss me now,” she said, and Shawn sO eagerly leaned in, crushing his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. “I love you,” he finally said against her lips, “And I want to be your boyfriend. I know we haven’t...like had a chance to date for real before but..I want to now. And I want to be more than friends, and I don’t want us to fuck anyone besides each other.” His tone was so serious, but she couldn’t help but giggle at how sweet he was being. “Of course Shawn, I want that too, very much..it’s...a big part of why I broke up with him, to be with you,” she cooed, stroking her fingers down his cheek. He grinned so wide, like a cat who got the cream, “Good.” he said softly, and he was pulling back from her now, slipping out of her. She leaned up, looking down between them, once more that condom was full. “Shawn, did you...like cum midway again?” she asked and he nodded. “Yeah kind of early on. Don’t...fuck with me about it, I’m your boyfriend now, be nice.” he said pointing at her. “God, Shawn, we talked about how...unsafe that is, I shudder to think of the potential children you have and don’t know about..or..what you could have possibly just given me.” she huffed. “I told you I’m clean,” he snapped at her, throwing the condom away and then flopping down next to her, cuddling with her. He reached down, pulling some sheets over them, before giving his phone an order to start some music. “Mhn, you don’t have to leave this time there’s nowhere to go, you’re my girlfriend now.” he said against her cheek, giving her soft kisses over and over against her soft skin. “Well, I should clean up before we go to sleep,” she cooed playfully, “Also, we have something to discuss Mendes. Wanna tell me why you were watching.. ‘Big dick jock pounds slutty nerd tutoring him’?” she asked arching a brow, “Is that what I am to you? A nerdy slutty tutor?” her tone was slightly raised. “Pft, never,” he said shaking his head, “I..do have a big dick, and a history of projecting though.” he said grinning. “Oh god you’re awful,” she said laughing. “I knew you thought I was a nerd,” she playfully huffed against his shoulder. “Mhn, you are, but you’re also..my girlfriend,” he hummed before kissing her lips once gently. “I love you too,” she cooed against his lips, before stealing another kiss.

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