#and yeah i tell them that i may be able to join around 11 but they just. ignored my messages

[lisxdumbr]

I feel so abandoned lately.. it's like I'm a little girl and today is my first day of school and I know no one once again. sigh

[chososchalupa]

New to school

Fem!Reader x Megumi

♡ About! Yuji’s sister is new to Jujutsu High and Megumi may cause more issues than she’s ready for

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Ch.11 - written

WC - 604

You watched wide-eyed as Gojo wrapped his arm around Megumi's shoulder and smiled at you, “You’re free to go. Megumi and I need to have a little chat”

You stood frozen locking eyes with Megumi until you heard Gojo clear his throat, “Oh! Sorry, I’ll go now. Thanks again, Gojo”

You gave him a small smile before rushing out of his office and back to your room. ‘I really hope this works’ you thought as you walked through the halls, ignoring the glances and whispers that surrounded you.

~~~

Gojo watched as you closed his door and waited until he could no longer hear your footsteps before turning back to the angry boy beside him.

“Anything to say, Megs?” He asked

Megumi shrugged, “Yeah, I actually need help with-“

“Not that, Megumi” Gojo interrupted, “What did you do this time?”

Megumi rolled his eyes and went to sit on one of Gojo's chairs, “it was just a prank. Toge and I thought it would be funny. She’s just being dramatic”

Gojo scoffed at Megumi's words, “Funny?” he asked, “You two think it’s funny to turn all of her friends against her? Including her own brother?”

Megumi sat in silence and Gojo spoke again, “Why do you keep acting like this towards her? This is the third time she’s had to come to me because you won’t leave her alone. What is going on?”

Gojo stared at Megumi, almost missing the tears threatening to overflow before he blinked them away and looked back up to meet Gojo's eyes,

“I don’t want to lose him again” he whispered

“What?”

“Ever since she started here, she has been constantly attached to Yuji. He’s always trying to find a way to bring her into our plans and I know it’s stupid, Gojo. But I lost him once and it’s a miracle he was able to come back from that and now she’s here and she’s just taking him away again” Megumi finally let his tears fall before continuing, “I don’t hate her, Gojo. I really don’t. But I just want our old friend group back. I had no one before you brought Yuji and Nobara here and she’s just taking them away” Megumi angrily wiped the tears from his face, “Laugh if you want. I know it’s childish but I don’t care”

Gojo shook his head and knelt down so he was on Megumi's level, “It’s not a stupid reason, Megumi. But you need to understand that she’s not trying to take away your friends. She’s trying to join you, she told me herself, she wanted to be close to you too, not just with Nobara or Yuji”

Megumi chuckled in response, “Our first time meeting she didn’t even say a word to me. We sat at breakfast and she talked to Yuji and Nobara the whole time. I was completely left out”

“Was she purposely leaving you out or were you just pushing them away? It’s a two-way street, Megumi. If you’re distant and cold, why would she try to warm up to you?” Gojo stood as he spoke, “It’s time you grow up, Megumi. I know you’ve been through a lot but the world isn’t out to get you. You can open up and learn to trust people. I lost my best friend when I was younger, I know how you feel but this is not the right way to handle your emotions”

Megumi stared out the window as he listened to what Gojo was saying, “I know” he answered, almost quietly enough for Gojo to not hear him. “I’m sorry”

Gojo sighed at his apology, “It’s not me you need to apologize to, Megs. It’s her. You’ve put her through hell. But before you apologize, you need to tell everyone what you did. Your apology will mean nothing if everyone’s still ignoring her for what you did”

Megumi nodded in agreement, “I’ll go find them now”

“That’s my boy” Gojo smiled as Megumi stood up

“Don’t call me that” Megumi replied, “I’ll be back later, I still need help on this assignment”

~~~

You sat quietly at your desk, music playing softly in the background as you worked on your homework for the weekend when you heard a knock at your door. ‘What now?’ you thought as you opened your door. To your surprise, Yuji and Nobara stood in the hallway, both with sad smiles on their faces,

“Do you guys need something?” You asked

“Yeah,” Nobara started, “We need to apologize. Can we come in?”

Your eyes widened as you backed away from your door allowing them to enter your room. As you shut the door behind them, you were engulfed with a hug from your brother

“I am so so sorry,” he whispered into your hair, “I should have believed you from the start. I guess I was just in denial that Megumi would act that way”

“Yeah.” Nobara agreed, “I knew Megumi had some issues but I didn’t know they’d run this deep”

Yuji finally let you go as you looked at both of them, “What made you guys finally believe me?”

“Megumi told us everything” Yuji answered.

“Everything?”

“Everything. He said he wanted to turn things around but he needed to start with telling everyone the truth. He made a group chat without you and had everyone meet up and he explained why he did what he did and he even cried” Nobara explained with a smile, “I should have believed you from the start, I knew you loved me too much for that text to mean anything” she laughed.

The three of you spent the next few minutes laughing with each other and talking about what really went down the night of the party before you heard your phone ding. You were going to ignore it but it went off again causing Yuji to glance at you with a confused look. You stood and walked over to your desk and opened your phone to see you had two unread messages.

Gumi‼️ - “Hey, I have something I need to talk to you about. I understand if you don’t want to see me but I feel you deserve to hear this in person, not over text”

Gumi‼️ - “This isn’t a prank. I promise. I know you don’t trust me but I’m asking for you to just this once”

“Who is it?” Yuji asked from your bed

“It’s Megumi” You responded, “He wants to meet up. Should I do it?”

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” Nobara said, “We can follow you if you want”

You giggled at her statement, “That’s okay. He can’t hurt me more than he already has”

Your fingers danced over the keyboard on your phone before you typed

“Where do you want to meet?”

He read your message almost instantly before typing back “My room? You have some clothes here anyway”

You rolled your eyes at his message before typing back

“On my way”

You locked your phone sliding it into your pocket as you slipped your shoes on. “I’ll be right back” You waved at Yuji and Nobara as you closed your door and headed towards Megumi's room.

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Everyone say thank you Gojo for making Megumi finally admit to being a mf asshole

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[lesbian-octoling]

Hello all, and welcome to the third round of salmonid adopts: Horrorboros edition! Availability, rules, and other information below the cut!

What is an adoptable?

An adopt is a pre-designed character that I create, and you can ‘buy’ to be able be able to use and claim as your own character. Of course, since these are splatoon based I’m not selling the concepts of splatoon, just the idea and design of the character itself.

INFO + RULES:

Once you buy the adopts, they’re yours. You’re welcome to redesign, alter, give away and/or trade as you see fit. The only thing I don’t allow is reselling for a higher price (same or below is fine).

Though these are meant to be splatoon adopts, you’re welcome to use them for any setting that you please! They’re not inherently limited to splatoon; especially the more unique characters.

The placeholder names, personality, and info are just.. placeholder/concepts! You can name them whatever you want, give them any pronouns, personality, lore, whatever! I won’t feel bad lol

Once I receive payment, I’ll send you a full size, transparent, unwatermarked image of your adopt!

I can hold them for up to a week!

If one is on hold, you can still message and ask to be next in line if whatever they’re being held for doesn’t work out.

AVAILABILITY + PRICING:

Base price for each adopt is currently $40 USD (A bit pricier than my usual ones cus I worked really hard on these ones + they're really detailed), however, you can check out some discounts at the bottom!

Also, please keep in mind that my last adopt post had an issue where I could not edit the post after posting it, so if you see this message, PLEASE check the notes to see if any have sold, as this list won't be accurate.

“SCREAMO” - ON HOLD [3/10/23] A horrorboros that decided to put their voice to use instead of filling their mouth with slime. Quit your big run, join my screamo band!

“CAROUSEL” - ON HOLD [3/11/23] After sneaking a peek at Wahoo World, this horrorboros fell in love with the aesthetic of the beasts on the carousel, and became inspired to work on some fashion... in between battles, of course.

“LITTLE PRINCE” - SOLD [Note: this is a 2 for 1, do not separate them <3 ] A cohozuna who's taken it upon themself to raise this silly little... noodle into a proper king salmonid.

“THE TOWER” - SOLD A young teen horrorboros who wants to be a stinger, not a silly booyah bomb thrower!

DISCOUNTS + DEALS

Yeah, we know this is what you’re here for!  I’m going to offer several discounts and deals, which are subject to change, and may or may not pop in and out! This is my first time trying some of this.

COMMISSION BUNDLE If you buy a character from me, you can also get a get a commission of that character for 25% off to come with it! This only applies once, and has to be worked out around the time of purchasing the character. You choose the type of commission you’d like! Commission info is here.

PASSION DISCOUNT If you do a piece of fanwork for one of these characters- come up with extensive lore, a piece of art, a piece of writing, etc- and I can tell you actually put some effort and passion into it, then you can get them for 30% off… making them $28! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy and I’m not going to judge you by how ‘good’ your work is- again, it’s only judged by passion for the character. If I can tell you genuinely enjoyed it and had fun and will love the character you get (instead of having them simply sit on a dusty shelf or resold, etc), you get the discount! If you’re worried about the work taking a while but you want to wait until it’s done to buy them, no worries! I can hold a character for up to a week for you.

BONUS LORE If you wanna shell out an extra $5, I can fully flesh out the placeholder lore for you and come up with something much more fleshed out! Names, backstory, personality, all the bells and whistles. I can also work with you to fit it into any preexisting lore or characters you might want them to be worked with! Once again, you’re welcome to change any of this- but I’ll work with ya on it to make sure it’s something you like!

TRADES I’m a bit iffy on art trades or character trades, but I’m not going to say they’re out of the question. You’re welcome to ask!

[rat-butch]

impera ghouls' fav art medium, from an art school dropout

found this in my notes app, i previously sent them to @gravehags but i'm posting it here because why the fuck not.

mountain's kinda obvious, but he really likes working with natural materials. enjoys woodworking and land art. despite his size, has very deft hands and is extremely delicate. makes a trip to the farm each season to get some beautiful fresh and golden hay to weave it into ornaments and jewelry. and let me tell you that's a testimony to his skill cause i literally cried over hay last october and I had to soak it in water to be able to bend it. the texture was disgusting and i got destroyed at the critique anyway lol

i've already said it before, but cumulus is totally into stamp carving and linocuts. 11/10, very calming, probably has rough hands since you have to use lots of white spirit to get the ink of off the lino, and you gotta use a special rough scrub to get ink out of your skin. puts her creations everywhere, gives you and the ghouls little cards and patches she printed herself :)

cirrus and sunshine probably share the screenprinting workshop. it's a very delicate craft, especially when you go for traditional paper stencils. but worry not, ghoul claws are sharper and more precise than your average cutter. though, a intricate multi-colored stencil implies there's a lot of drying time involved, especially on fabric. they always have some kind of brunch during that time, with tea and snacks and such. invite you to join them if you happen to pass by. (it's them printing the merch i know it)

aether makes very cool metal sculptures. he's got both the strength and the patience for it. you know those adorable little bird-shaped garden ornaments made from scrap metal ? yeah he did some because the local old ladies are always commissioning him to make them. also the workshop's babysitter, has to keep an eye on swiss and dew when they start beefing with a circular saw in their hands.

rain is very skilled in needlework. originally considered himself a better painter, since he's got a sharp eye and is good at color theory, but discovered all the ways you can use embroidery and sewing with an artistic approach during a workshop in his first year. sewed a costume made out of dried orange peels and called it 'orange leather' once. also interested in book binding. will get snappy if the others call him a little grandma while he's embroidering.

phantom is a photographer, and a pretty good graphist as well. he's too shy to admit it, but he really does know how to present his work. has the cleanest portfolio around, and is probably a huge perfectionist. i mean, perfectionism is kind of a must in art school but bug is an anxious wreck (give him a hug). very gentle, handles the lenses and lights with lots of care. mainly photographs landscapes and nature mortes, but enjoys taking portraits as well. makes a lot of self-portraits and will very shyly ask you to pose for him.

aurora makes little pop-up zines. it's a prefect way for her to give way to both her gentleness and chaotic nature. while pop-ups may look tedious to make, it's actually lots of fun, and you can get pretty chaotic with it too. has a whole collection of patterned and textured papers, she made most of them. probably has a 'cool paper stash' she hasn't touched because she doesn't want to 'waste them' and said paper is like christmas wrapping paper from 2016 (it's me i'm guilty).

dewdrop is more interest in contemporary art, especially sculpture. little guy has no patience and likes to break stuff, i see it as a match made in heaven. uses his fire ghoul abilities to burn different matters and experiment with them. kinda see him as my friend who burnt a humongous quantity of human hair for a project. was pissed no one cuddled him for two days because of the smell.

swiss is totally a performance artist. i mean, technically, all of the ghouls have a huge affinity with it, but swiss especially. a big fan of contemporary composers like john cage and karlheinz stockhausen, as well as bauhaus performance art. he likes to let loose, have fun exploring his body's and voice's capicities in an artistic light. probably submitted some kind of sextape as a project, but it's okay because the professor likes provocative stuff.

bonus : all of them probably were nude models for the evening classes at some point. i haven't included anatomical study in the hcs because no one in their right mind would enjoy sitting on a stool and drawing greek statues for 8 hours straight, but none of them would mind being the models. although they'll probably ask you for a massage afterwards because of how tiring it is to stay in the same position for so long.

[bangtaninborderland]

Risk It All (29) - Point Of No Return

Genre: chishiya x f!Reader | angst | eventual smut

Warning: mentions of shooting and death

A/N: theres around 15-20 chapters left (ive wrote 11 of them)

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You all reentered the house as the blimp disappeared further into the city, the light atmosphere gone and replaced with something a little more solemn.

“We should get ready.” An sighs, rubbing Kuina's arms.

You could tell it was hard for the both of them, of course it was. It was no longer the worry of surviving in a game but ensuring those that you love survived too. You had experienced that before with Chishiya, albeit you hadn’t been in many games together but the ones you had are by far the ones you found to be the hardest.

Facing death was terrifying but facing death for yourself and those you love?

It was crippling, a torturous experience that no one should ever go through.

“I’ll go and shower, get all this off.” She gestures to her face, leaving the room quietly without looking at you.

An waits until the water starts to talk to you. “She feels bad for leaving you here alone.”

“I’ll be fine.” You reassure her, that wasn’t important right now. Yes, you would worry but realistically they were the ones about to be in a dire situation. “How are you feeling about joining another game?”

She shakes her head, focusing her attention on cleaning up the makeup. “I don’t think about it, I just do what I have to do and hope to make it out of the other side. I think logically so I know allowing myself to grow overly emotional is going to prevent me being able to be who I need to be to walk out of that game unscathed.”

You marvelled at her strength. “And what about Kuina? Do you think she will be okay?”

“I think that I’ll make sure she is okay.” An doesn’t sound mean but you can tell she’s serious. “I’m very grateful for the sanctuary you have given us here.”

“You’re always welcome here, I hope you come back after the game ends.” You smile sadly. “It will be too quiet without you both.”

“We will be back.” Even if you don’t believe it you can tell from her tone that she does and that’s a hope you won’t take away from her.

“I know you will. I think you should go and check on her.” You can tell from the way An looks back at the bathroom door that she wants to.

“Are you sure?” She worries. “You’ll be okay to clean this up?”

You make a noise of affirmation. “I will, I’ll pack a bag for you with everything you’ll need.”

“You’re a godsend.” She squeezes your shoulder before slipping past you, quickly disappearing into the room Kuina was preparing in.

You busied yourself with cleanup duty, wanting everything to be perfect for whenever they came back and had the chance to give each other makeovers once again. Your sister's necklace weighed around your neck as a heavy reminder of what it was like to lose family but in a way it was comforting, you were sure that she would be protecting you from wherever her soul may be.

You couldn’t help but wonder what she would think about the strange bonds you’d formed with those you’d fought for life besides, knowing her she would applaud you for being able to find the best in even the worst of times. You felt warm inside at the thought she would be proud of you.

At least you hoped she would be.

Despite the lack of clocks you’d gotten good at guesstimating the time, even if the days did pass by differently here you were sure night was drawing in.

You silently packed an old rucksack you’d found, filling it with medical supplies and food, some extra clothing and a flick knife that Chishiya had stashed away in a draw. You’d given them all you could whilst ensuring there would be enough for everyone once they returned.

“Hey,” Kuina mumbled from the doorway. “Sorry for rushing off earlier.”

“It’s fine.” You waved her off. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, An Is just getting dressed and then we are going to leave. We aren’t sure how many people are still playing games, a lot of people built their visas up so we are hoping there aren’t too many players and that we can actually enter.” You felt guilty being one of the ones with enough days that allowed you to stay away from the games, though it wasn’t any easier watching the people you loved join them day after day. “Don't feel bad.”

“How did you guess?” You smirk playfully.

“Because I know you.” She tuts before pointing to the bag. “What’s that?”

“Everything you will need.” You open the bag to show her its contents. “There’s some first aid, some food although not much, I put a few jackets inside and this.” You carefully tug the flick knife from where you had stashed it in the strap of the bag. “Figured it could come in handy.”

She skips over, pulling you into a hug. “I am so fucking lucky I met you.”

“I just want you to be safe.” You relax into her hold.

“I will be.” She squeezes you tighter. “Thank you.”

“Kuina?” You pull back looking at her as you dare to ask in a moment of vulnerability. “You’ll come back right?”

“I will.” She comforts you. “You aren’t going to lose another sister.”

You choke on a cry as you pull her back to you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Room for another?” An doesn’t wait for an answer before wrapping herself around you both.

You stay like that for a few minutes before you all slowly pull away, emotions calming down as An picks up the back and slips it over her shoulder.

“You have to go.”

Kuina sighs sadly. “Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll walk you to the door.”

It’s a moment that tugs on your heart as you watch them lace their shoes, bodies and minds preparing to face a world that you have all had a slight reprieve from even just for a few days.

An opens the door, checking around the immediate area before stepping out. “Let’s go.”

Kuina gives you one last wordless hug before lacing her fingers in Ans, letting herself be pulled away by the woman in the direction the blimp had passed by.

You didn’t close the door until they were out of sight.

You slumped on the floor against the wall, the house a sad kind of silent without any of its other occupants. It wasn’t loneliness but you longed to rewind time and cherish the moments of laughter a little longer, feeling stupid for taking such things for granted.

A book sitting on the table caught your eye and you picked it up yet no matter how long you flicked through the pages and tried to focus on the words the story slipped through your hands as your focus remained with those no longer beside you.

“I fucking hate this world.” You groaned, dropping your head against your arm, the world slipping into darkness after a while.

“Chishiya no!” You screamed as he raised the gun, pointing it directly at you. “You don’t have to do this!”

“If you don’t do it I will.” A woman walked behind him, her arm rubbing across his shoulders. “You know I’ll make it hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” He mouthed. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for death.

The sound of the bullet pierced your ears, you waited for the pain to come but it never did.

You open your eyes, searching for blood only to find something that looks awfully like your sister hovering over Chishiyas's dead body.

But that wasn’t your sister, it wasn’t human, it was more like a rotting corpse that had dug itself out from the grave. Its voice was distorted as it pulled itself closer to you. “I told you I’d protect you.”

“No, stay away!” You called holding your hands up but you were powerless against the creature.

Its hands burned against your skin, you thrashed around as it pushed you down, its hand pushing through your chest.

You couldn’t breathe as it fisted your heart.

“Wake up.”

You scrambled away as fast as you could, panting for air as you registered your surroundings. It was dark but a light had been turned on.

You weren’t alone any more.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.”

He was back.

“Is this real?” You asked, your chest heaving.”

Chishiya smiled. “It is.”

You stumbled into his arms, knocking him onto the floor as he held you. “I’m…I…

“What did you dream about?” He asked, his hands soft as they ran through your hair, unlike the demon that had nearly ripped your heart out.

“You- I- I don’t know.” You tried to calm yourself down enough to explain. “A demon or a creature I- I don’t know but the thing, whatever it was, it looked like my sister but it wasn’t they killed you and then they- they went to rip my heart out.”

He pushed you back enough to touch your chest just as he brought your hand to rest upon his own. “Your heart is here, I can feel it beating. I am here, you can feel my heart beating.”

“I missed you.” You cried in relief. “How was your game?”

His voice was soft, and patient. “It was okay. We can talk about it later, you should calm down first.”

You rested against his chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart relaxing you enough to get your panic under control.

Chishiya was here, alive. You are alive.

Kuina and An would be okay, they are alive.

“Are you feeling better?” He hums.

You nod. “Sorry, I’m such a mess.”

“It’s okay.” He looks around before frowning. Where are the terrible two?”

“They had to go and join a game.” You explain. “Can we go and lay in bed?”

“Come.” He stands, his hand wrapping around yours.

He pulls back the covers and helps you in before doing the same on the other side. You’re thankful as he pulls you against his chest, closing the distance between you both. “My game was okay.”

“What was it?”

“We had to answer these questions, if we got it wrong too many times then we would be given a fatal acidic shower. I watched people melt to death.”

“That sounds horrific.” You grimace, the thought alone was enough to have your breakfast threatening to come back up.

“Eh.” He shrugs. “Wasn’t that bad?”

“You seem different.” You notice, his entire personality seemed…nicer?

He nods. “I just realised a few things.”

“And they are?”

“You should rest, we can talk about it later.”

You didn’t want to rest, if anything now you were inside the bedroom you felt as though you were suffocating.

You sat up. “Can we sit outside for a while?”

“You couldn’t have said this before asking to come to bed?” He moans. “God you’re annoying.”

A smile tugged at your lips as he got out of bed, waiting for you to follow hums “Now that sounds a lot more…you?”

“Shut up.” He grumbles.

You wrap a jacket around yourself before lacing up your trainers. “Let’s walk a little?”

“Stay close to the house.” He picks up his regular backpack; no doubt filled with the very items you had given to An and Kuina to take before he puts his shoes on, securing a jacket over the top of his bag. “And stay close to me.”

“Aye aye.” You roll your eyes. “You didn’t get hurt in your game?”

“No. An wrapped my stab wound before I left and it’s been fine since. I didn’t have to run and I was the only winner.” He says nonchalantly.

“I’m proud of you.” It felt wrong to congratulate someone on winning a game where they died.

“Don’t be.” He shook his head.

“And why is that?”

He opens his mouth to say something before closing it again and shrugging. “Nothing.”

Surely with so many games starting and ending the cards were nearly collected in their entirety. “Who was the game against? Was it just people like us?”

He shook his head, guiding you to step over a rock. “You aren’t going to believe this.”

“What?” You frowned.

He gives you a shit-eating grin. “Kuzuryu is a citizen or whatever that means. I think it’s people who run it, like Mira.”

You hadn’t had many interactions with the man but he seemed as though he had his head too far up his own ass for your liking. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I kind of did.” He doesn’t seem surprised, you can imagine that was his original reaction the moment he saw the man there. “He played a good game.”

The air turned cold as you walked further away, you couldn’t stop yourself from shivering. “Can we head back?”

“Yeah, it’s late.” He agrees, turning you both around.

“How many games do you think are-“

“Sh!.” He wraps a hand over your mouth, dragging you behind a wall. “Someone is here.”

You stand upright, keeping your breathing as quiet as possible. Your heart rattled against your chest.

A resounding boom shook the ground, You watched as a thick black smoke covered the already darkened sky.

You couldn’t help but lean forward, watching the only home you had here burn to the ground. The safety you’d found had been torn away.

A black figure stood, gun aimed at the tank that fueled the electricity.

The king of spades.

Chishiya grabbed your hand and pulled, and you both ran for your lives.

No matter how desperate your lungs were for you to stop, you kept going.

You kept running.

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 11 Secrets Revealed

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

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A/N: When an old acquaintance comes to town, Sean’s secrets start to reveal themselves. How will Lorelei react?

The rest of the year passed quickly. Lorelei was thankful Nick didn’t really need her help with wesen related cases. As the new year begun, Lorelei started feeling under the weather. She didn’t get sick very often, but when she did, she got hit hard. It didn’t manifest into a cold or the flu. Lorelei just put it down to burnout. She was busy trying to juggle everything. School, work, pets, friends, and family. And of course, spending time with her soulmate. Her relationship with Sean was going well. They were still keeping it a secret. Lorelei knew that she had to tell Nick before she told everyone else. However, things were not going to well with Juliette. Monroe had seen Juliette kissing a mysterious man in the spice shop. Apparently, they had come in for help, dealing with obsessive feelings. Monroe thought it may have something to do with Adalind’s spell. They were surprised when the ex-hexenbiest herself returned to Portland. She had made a visit to Hank before he ended up in the hospital. Someone had entered his home and beaten him. Nick eventually arrested Adalind, under suspicion of killing her mother. It seemed she was in town to get her hands on the key.

For the first time in a few months, Lorelei found herself helping her brother and Monroe out. Together they took down four hunjagers from the Verrat. Nick sent Lorelei and Monroe off with the murder weapons and some evidence. He later joined Monroe and Lorelei at Monroe’s house, bag in tow. Monroe offered to let Nick stay with him, for as long as he needed. He also was able to show them who had come into the spice shop with Juliette. The mystery man. Monroe showed them something he had recorded off the news. Lorelei frowned as she heard Sean’s voice come from the TV.  Monroe stepped away from the TV and looked at them. Lorelei glanced at Nick, who was staring at the TV. “You know him, don’t you?” Monroe asked him.

Lorelei answered for him. “Yeah, that’s his boss. Captain Renard.” Lorelei wasn’t sure what to feel. This was the guy Monroe saw Juliette with.  God, she felt sick.

“Your girlfriend and your boss?” Monroe asked, turning the TV. “That’s about as gnarly as it gets. Hey, wait a minute, where do you think you’re going.” Nick had started stalking towards the door. Monroe ran to stop him. “You’re not going where I think you’re going. Because if it were me, I would be going there, but you can’t.” Nick tried moving past him. “Nick, hold on. This is one of those pause, take a deep breath situations. Where you can’t be going off half full, or any other degree of cocked.”

“Monroe, move out of the way.”

“Nick.” Monroe pleaded.

“Now, please.” Nick continued trying to get to the door and Monroe kept trying to stop him. Eventually, Nick got out the door. Thankfully, his phone rang, and he was called into work. Unfortunately, it was for the quadruple homicide they had committed.

Nick headed off and Monroe came back in, looking at Lorelei in shock. “This is not going to end well.”

Lorelei shook her head. “No. It’s not.” She said faintly.

Lorelei did not sleep at all that night. She had left Monroe’s not long after Nick did, still in shock at finding out her boyfriend was sneaking around with her brother’s girlfriend. The only thing that made her feel better, was knowing that Adalind’s spell may have something to do with it. Nick and Monroe had gone to the spice shop, with Monroe finally figuring out what spell was used. They figured that Sean had been the one to wake Juliette. Was he wesen? Where did he fit into all of this? Thankfully, Rosalee would be returning. Lorelei was going to meet them at the spice shop.

Lorelei was cooking up some pancakes, figuring she needed something filling to get through the day. She had opted to take the day off. She was in no state to focus on school or work. Her phone rang as she was finishing up the batch. It was the number for the health clinic on campus. Lorelei had stopped in to see them a couple of days ago. They had done a blood test and would call her with the results. It was suggested that Lorelei may have strep or the flu. However, that was not the case. “Fuck.” Lorelei said, after the hung up the phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

A knock on the door interrupted Lorelei’s breakdown. As Lorelei looked through the peephole, she was surprised. “I thought you were in jail.” Lorelei commented once she had opened the door.

“They had nothing, so I was let go.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought we should chat. You know, woman to woman.”

“You didn’t get enough of that with Juliette yesterday.” Lorelei said, wandering back towards the kitchen. Adalind Schade shut the door behind her before coming to stand on the opposite side of the kitchen island. “And, I don’t have the key.”

“Oh, I’m not here about that.” Adalind said. “But it would make things so much easier if you and your brother would just hand it over.”

Lorelei grabbed a plate out of the cupboard and place a couple of pancakes on it. “Pancakes?” She asked.

Adalind looked at her in surprise. “What?”

“You interrupted my breakfast. And its rude to eat in front of someone else. So, do you want pancakes?”

“Ah…sure. I could eat.” Adalind said, still looking surprised. She sat down at the island, as Lorelei slid the plate across to her.

“I also didn’t kill your mother. If that was your next question.” Lorelei told her, grabbing an extra knife and fork, placing them in front of the ex-hexenbiest and pain in their ass.

“That was my next question. It was Nick. Wasn’t it?” Adalind asked, reaching for the butter.

Lorelei shook her head. “Nope. Not him either.”

Adalind stared at her. “Then who was it?”

Lorelei was silent for a moment, debating whether to tell her. “It was my mother.”

“I thought your mother was dead.” Adalind asked, confusion clouding her face as she finished with the butter.

Lorelei took it from her. “So did we. But apparently not.”

“That must have been…shocking.” Adalind said slowly, adding syrup. “Why did she kill my mother?”

Lorelei shrugged. “I don’t know exactly what went down. She went over there to get answers about you. Things got out of hand…and, well, you know how it ended.”

“Where is your mother?”

Lorelei shrugged again, adding syrup to her own pancakes. “No idea. She left town.”

“Well, thanks for telling me.” Adalind said, looking surprised that Lorelei had been so forthcoming with information. She took a bite of her pancakes. “Wow, these are really good. Best I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks. So, you aren’t here for the pancakes. Why did you come here? I have a feeling it was for more than the key and your mother.”

Adalind nodded, swallowing her mouthful before she continued. “Let’s say I am here to…shine some light on why I did some of the things I did. And it has the added benefit of…screwing over a couple of people.”

Lorelei raised an eyebrow. “You going to give up who you were working for?” She asked.

“Mmhm. And you are going to be very shocked. Because, you know them. Quite personally, from what I’ve heard.”

“Is it the Royal that is supposed to be in Portland?” Lorelei was starting to get an idea of where this was going. She really wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but she had to know.

“It is. And I get the feeling you are starting to work it out.”

Lorelei sighed. “I think so. I need to hear you say it.”

“It’s Sean Renard.” Adalind told her. “He is the one who had me, and others attack your aunt. He was the one who had me put the spell on Hank, to force Nick into giving up the key. If it wasn’t for Sean, I never would have messed with the Grimms.”

Lorelei felt sick. She was struggling to believe it. Her soulmate had been plotting against them since the beginning. Is that why he started getting close to her? To get to the key, to use her for god knows what else? “So, Sean’s a Royal? And he’s the one who had Aunt Marie killed?”

Adalind nodded. “Yes. Sean Renard is the bastard son of King Frederick Renard, of the House of Kronenberg. His mother is also a hexenbiest.”

Lorelei looked at her. “Sean’s a hexenbiest as well?”

Adalind shook her head. “Males are called zauberbiests. But yes, Sean is half. A hybrid.” Lorelei looked down at her plate. She had completely lost her appetite. She did not know Sean at all. “If it makes you feel any better, I believe that Sean genuinely cares for you. He always made it clear I was to stay away from you.”

Lorelei glanced back up at her. “Not really, but uh, thanks for trying.” Lorelei sighed, running her hands through her hair. “My soulmate is a two-faced bastard…literally.”

Adalind’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re his soulmate?” She asked, looking shocked. “Wow…I never stood chance.” She said quietly. Lorelei looked at her questioningly. “Um, this is awkward, but the reason I did everything for him was because I was in love with him. I thought he loved me too, but he was just using me. Tossed me to the side when I was no longer useful.”

Lorelei couldn’t help but feel some empathy for the other woman. “What an asshole.” Lorelei commented.

“Yeah.” Adalind agreed. She looked at Lorelei. “What are you going to do?”

Lorelei shrugged. “I don’t know. I could break up with him, but it’s not that simple. Things just got a lot more complicated.”

“What? He knock you up?” Adalind joked. Lorelei let out a sigh and glanced down. “Oh…oh! Uh, that certainly does make things more complicated. Wow.”

Lorelei nodded. “Yeah. I actually just found out.” She ran her hands through her hair again. “Look, I know you could probably have some fun with this information. But could you, not tell anyone. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”

Adalind nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I am an evil bitch. But I do have a heart. Plus, you’ve been nice to me. Even after everything I’ve done.”

“Thanks.” Lorelei said faintly. She glanced at her watch. “Look, I have to head out soon.”

“Yeah, I should head off as well. Thanks for the pancakes.” Adalind said, getting up and moving toward the door. She paused and turned to face Lorelei. “Be careful who you tell, about carrying Sean’s baby. The Royals are very interested in you and if they find out a Grimm is carrying a child with Royal blood…they are going to want both of you.”

“The Royals are interested in me?”

Adalind nodded. “They were asking a lot of questions about you specifically. I was told not to touch you. That they had plans for you.”

“Uh, thanks for the heads up.”

“Good luck Little Grimm. You’re going to need it.”

Lorelei arrived at the spice shop just after Rosalee, Nick, and Monroe had. “Rosalee, welcome back.” Lorelei said, hugging the fuschbau tightly.

“It’s good to be back.” Rosalee said, smiling down at her. She pulled away and moved onto business. “Now, the hexenbiest who came into the shop was Adalind’s mother, and she told your mom there was a Royal here in Portland. Then he must be the one she made the purification process for.”

“Ergo and hence, your captain is the Royal here in Portland.” Monroe said.

“The captain?” Nick asked, not looking as though he quite believed it.

“This purification process, which by the way is an excruciating ordeal, it would explain why he and Juliette are so drawn to each other Nick.”

“That would be the part this spell that nobody talked about.” Monroe added.

“Ok, so how do we stop this?” Nick asked, coming to lean against the counter.

“That’s what we have to find out here, and fast, because if this spell is allowed to progress much further, one of them is going to kill the other.” Rosalee advised them.

“Does anything not end in death?” Nick asked, sounding exasperated. Monroe and Rosalee confirmed that, yeah, most things could end in death. Nick sighed. “Ok, what am I looking for?”

“Anything with these ingredients.” Rosalee told them, placing the list in front of him.

The four of them started looking through Rosalee’s books, while Lorelei contemplated telling them about Adalind’s visit. She supposed she didn’t have to tell them everything. “Uh, guys. I gotta tell you something.”

They all looked at her. “What?” Nick asked.

Lorelei sighed. “I got a visit from Adalind this morning.”

“What! Why didn’t you say anything? Did she do anything to you?”

Lorelei shook her head. “No. But she did confirm that Renard is a Royal. And that he is half-wesen. A zauberbiest.”

“That explains the purification process.” Rosalee commented.

“Did you say half-wesen?”

“Renard is a wesen as well?”

“Yes, and yes.” Lorelei said to Nick and Monroe. “And that he is the one who had Aunt Marie killed and had Adalind spell Hank to get the key from us.”

“That…that…bastard.” Nick said.

“Yeah, he is a literal two-faced bastard.” Lorelei said dryly, trying to keep herself emotionally distant. She wasn’t allowing herself to think of Sean as anything other than the Royal who was plotting against them. It was the only way she was going to get through the day.

“Unbelievable.”

They continued looking through the books, trying to find something. A few hours passed, before Monroe found something. At first, he was a little unsure, but Rosalee confirmed it was the right one.

“Ok. It says there is a cure, possibly.” Rosalee said, taking the book from Monroe. “But…oh, it’s not easy.”

“Well, why?” Lorelei asked.

Rosalee looked up. “Cause it involves getting Juliette and your captain to take it, together.”

“I’ll make that happen.”

“Oh boy.” Rosalee said, as she continued looking at the book. “Oh boy.”

“Oh boy what?” Monroe asked, as Rosalee stepped back.

 “It says we need the instrument of original infection.” Rosalee answered.

“Ok, the instrument of original infection would’ve been the cats’ claws.” Nick said.

“Exactly.” Rosalee said, although she was looking a little panicked.

Nick laughed. “Well, let’s get the cat. “He said, smiling at Rosalee.

Rosalee and Monroe exchanged a look, and the smile dropped from Nick’s face. “What happened to it?” And that is when Nick and Lorelei found out what had happened to the cat.  “So, what do we do now?”

Rosalee put the book down in front of Monroe and pointed to the page. “This.” She said to Monroe.

He picked up the book, giving Rosalee a strange look as looked at it. A look of both recognition and some horror crossed Monroe’s face. He looked up at Nick. “Oh dude.”

They had just finished the potion for the purification process when Hank called to let Nick know that Renard had been hanging around Nick’s desk. Nick had raced out of the spice shop, stating Renard had taken something of his. Surely Nick hadn’t been stupid enough to leave the key in his desk, Lorelei thought to herself. And, as Lorelei later found out, her brother was stupid enough. Renard got his hands on the key. However, he ended up calling Nick to meet up.

A couple of hours later, Nick and Renard showed up, with Juliette. Renard looked at Lorelei, trying to catch her eye. She kept her gaze down, becoming very interested in a burn mark on the table. Rosalee whipped up another batch of the purification potion and handed it to Nick, who downed it. After he finished it, everyone watched carefully, waiting to see what happened. “That was it?” Nick asked.

“No.” Renard answered, and at that moment Nick doubled over in pain. “That’s it.”

“Nick!” Juliette cried, as Nick staggered over, falling to the ground. “This is crazy, what have you done?” She ran to Nick’s side, checking his pulse. “We have to do something.”

Renard, Rosalee, Monroe and Lorelei exchanged glances. They knew this was just the beginning for Nick. They just had to wait. Slowly, Nick’s skin started turning red as his breathing became laboured. Juliette was becoming more panicked.

“It’s part of the process he has to go through.” Rosalee told her.

“What process? I don’t understand any of this.”

“Juliette, he’s gonna be ok.” Monroe assured her.

“He doesn’t look ok. We have to call 911.”

Lorelei was now sitting with Nick’s head in her lap, gently holding a damp cloth to his forehead. “They can’t help him.” Renard told Juliette.

Juliette looked up at him, before looking around at the rest of them. “This is crazy. You’re all crazy.”

“It’s the only way to stop what’s going on between you and him.” Monroe said, referring to Renard. Lorelei still couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “You didn’t explain to her what we have to do here?”

“How can I explain something I don’t fully understand?”

Juliette stood up. “I’m calling an ambulance Monroe.”

“No, no, you can’t do that Juliette.” Lorelei said, grabbing her arm. “Listen, Nick’s my brother. The only family I have left.” She threw a dirty look in Renard’s direction, and he looked away, avoiding her gaze. He looked almost guilty. “You know I would never do anything to hurt him.”

Monroe stepped in. “He asked you here for a reason. Nick is doing this, for you.”

“I don’t understand why he has to go through this for me.”

“I know. A lot of this we’re never gonna be able to fully explain.” Monroe told her.

“Tell me the part you can explain.”

Monroe contemplated for a moment. “Remember that cat that scratched….”

“Oh my god, I don’t want to hear anything about the cat.” Juliette said, walking away from them. “If anyone else tries to blame all of this on the cat, my head is going to explode.”

While Monroe tried to calm Juliette down, Renard knelt beside Nick. “You know what he’s going through.” Rosalee stated.

“Yeah.”

“How long did it take to come out of it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even know where I was until I woke up.”

“You know how you have feelings for Captain Renard and can’t explain where they came from.” Monroe was explaining to Juliette. “Like you just woke up one day and you were crazy about someone you barley knew. Is that about right?”

“Yeah.”

“There are a lot of things in the human body, hormonal and chemical, that can trigger these inexplicable, emotional nuclear meltdowns. And what we’re dealing with is sort of a pheromone gone wild…fiasco. All we’re attempting to do is to reverse the pheromonal behaviour before something even worse happens.”

Nick’s face had returned to its normal colour and he started coughing. “Ok, he’s coming out of it.” Rosalee told them.

“Nick.” Lorelei said, removing the cloth from his forehead.

“Nick, can you hear us?” Rosalee asked, as Juliette joined them. Nick kept coughing and started to sit up, Lorelei and Rosalee helping him. “Don’t get up too fast.”

“Thirsty.” He said, still coughing a little. Juliette and Rosalee helped Nick stand up. Renard reached to help Lorelei up, but she smacked his hand away. She didn’t miss the hurt look that crossed his face, however for her own state of mind, she didn’t dwell on it.

They got Nick seated, as Monroe handed him a glass of water. “Ok, so that’s it.” She noticed the look on Rosalee’s face. “What?”

“There is one more thing the two of you have to do. Come with me.” Rosalee gestured for Juliette and Renard to follow her.

Nick tried to follow them. But Monroe stopped him. “And there is one more thing you need to do.”

The final stage involved Nick’s blood, although it was decided that Juliette and Renard didn’t need to know that part. Rosalee handed over the potion to them. “This better work.” Renard said, before drinking it.

“Now what?” Juliette asked.

“Hopefully, this will eradicate the intense desire you two have for one another and put you back in a more normal and even emotional state. But we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Well, I’m not waiting here. I’m going home. Alone.” Juliette said, before leaving.

The remaining five looked at each other. “Well, I think the alone was a step in the right direction.” Monroe commented, trying to be optimistic.

Nick got up and went to follow her. “I better follow and make sure that she stays, alone.” He directed towards Renard before leaving.

“And if this doesn’t work?”

“I wish I knew.” Rosalee admitted.

A/N: So, Sean’s secrets and deception have come to light. What will that mean for our favourite couple? What do you think will happen? And do you think the pregnancy is a too much? Should I have waited? If you want to be added to the taglist, comment below.

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Dragon Ball Super 091

“All right, so after fifteen hours of careful consideration, I believe the key to victory is to avoid getting thrown off the edge of the stage.”

“Yes, but shouldn’t we also throw our opponents over the edge as well?”

“Hmmm... you raise an excellent point, sir.  We may need several more episodes to discuss this matter.  It’s a good thing we have these photos of our team roster to help us remember who’s on our team.”

All right, this is another potpourri episode, like 85 and 88.  The framing sequence here is the two Grand Zenos, who are bored with their game of hitting each other with a toy hammer.  The Grand Minister gives them an update on preparations for the Tournament of Power.

Vegeta’s going to spend some time in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber again, but Mr. Popo warns him that if he blows up the entrance again, he’ll be banned for life. 

In Universe 9, they still haven’t gotten their team assembled, and they only have the three guys they fielded for the Zeno Expo.  Also, when they try to tell anyone about the tournament, riots break out when people hear about the impending erasure.  So the planet they’re currently scouting is a lost cause.  Sidrah destroys it and they move on to the next world.

In Universe 6, Hit tracks down Frost and informs him that he’s been drafted for the Tournament of Power.  If he refuses the invitation, Hit will assassinate him, but Frost is eager for the chance to redeem himself.  Hit warns him to remove all the poison needles from his body, as they’re forbidden.

In Universe 7, Yamcha is still waiting for his invitation to join the team, but Roshi wants Puar instead. 

Yeah, so Puar’s a shapeshifter, and Roshi wants him to turn into a sexy woman so that Roshi can train himself to overcome his horniness.  Puar hates this idea, because duh.  But Yamcha tells him to go through with it, because it seems important.

Yeah... this is pretty awful.

Believe it or not, this sounds worse than it looks.

Also, why is there a wooden shed on top of Yamcha’s apartment building?  This is what I mean when I say zero thought was put into his home.  It’s not a dump or a fancy bachelor pad.  They just drew some stuff and called it a day.   “Wait, where’s Yamcha supposed to park his riding lawn mower?”  “He can just leave it on the roof?”  “What if it rains?” “Good point, we’d better add a shed.”

Oolong hates this scene so much that he asks if he can just leave.  I don’t know why he came here in the first place.

Since Vegeta isn’t around, Goku and Whis spar in Vegeta’s gravity room.  Goku bites Whis’ hand.

In Universe 11, Top has summoned the Pride Troopers to assemble for the Tournament, but General Khaseral is running late.  They call him to find out what the hold up is...

And he’s trying to save a cat from a tangle of power lines.  Or something.  I feel like a superhuman should be able to solve this problem more decisively, but the general insists he save this life before he worries about the rest of his universe. 

In Universe 2... Well, I don’t know what this guy is supposed to be.  I thought they were going to zoom out and show this image was part of a billboard or something, but no.  They just smash cut from this...

To this.  I mean, it’s all pretty.  I like the aesthetic, but I don’t understand any of it.  Universe 2 is holding auditions for their team, and people are lined up to try out.

This one lady cuts to the front of the line, and these two hopefuls object.  Are they supposed to be drag queens?  I think that’s what the dub is going for.  I mean, do they have super powers or what’s going on here, exactly?

Anyway, the lady who cuts ahead of them is Brianne De Chateau, and she responds to their objections by going a whole transformation into...

Rebrianne, who blows them up with some sort of magical girl attack.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge Rebrianne mark.  She fucking rules.  But I don’t pretend to understand anything that happened in this scene.  Like, I know U2 is all about beauty and love, and that somehow translates into fighting power, but this episode makes it look like she just rolled up to an open casting call and brazenly attacked anyone in her way.  Also, I thought Brianne was a celebrity of sorts?  Kind of like the Pride Troopers in U11?  Maybe that’s what this scene was trying to convey.  She doesn’t have to stand in line because she already has a spot on the team, and those two ladies she blew away didn’t recognize her. 

All I know for sure is this:  There’s a new Budokai Tenkaichi game coming.  And Rebrianne better be in it.  Because I want to do this move on Vegeta. 

“Tee-hee!  It’s on sight, Vegeta!”

Meanwhile, the U10 team is recording a stupid video as a team-building exercise.  Gowasu thinks this will get him a lot of hits on Godtube.

This is dumb as hell, but what makes it dumber is that they’re still wearing those stupid robes!  How is this supposed to do numbers on GodTube when you can’t see anyone?!  This is exactly why U10 loses hard.

And finally, back in Universe 7, Bulma gets a call from Mr. Satan and it turns out Buu has fallen asleep and won’t wake up.  Beerus is outraged, and lists all of the other times Buu has fucked him over in the past.  You know, when you put it that way, it’s kind of badass the way Majin Buu keeps ruining Beerus’s day.  All he’s done is take three naps and eat a bunch of pudding, and now this cat-dude is traumatized for life.

[gravehags]

impera ghouls' fav art medium bc I just dropped out of art school lmao I hope I didn't forget anyone (I kinda went overboard so it's a long one sorryyyy)

- Mountain's kinda obvious, but he really likes working with natural materials. Enjoys woodworking and land art. Despite his size, has very deft hands and is extremely delicate. Makes a trip to the farm each season to get some beautiful fresh and golden hay to weave it into ornaments and jewelry. And let me tell you that's a testimony to his skill cause I literally cried over hay last October and I had to soak it in water to be able to bend it. The texture was disgusting and I got destroyed at the critique anyway lol

- I've already said it before, but Cumulus is totally into stamp carving and linocuts. 11/10, very calming, probably has rough hands since you have to use lots of white spirit to get the ink of off the lino, and you gotta use a special rough scrub to get ink out of your skin. Puts her creations everywhere, gives you and the ghouls little cards and patches she printed herself :)

- Cirrus and Sunshine probably share the serigraphy workshop. It's a very delicate craft, especially when you go for traditional paper stencils. But worry not, ghoul claws are sharper and more precise than your average cutter. Though, a intricate multi-colored stencil implies there's a lot of drying time involved, especially on fabric. They always have some kind of brunch during that time, with tea and snacks and such. Invite you to join them if you happen to pass by. (it's them who print the merch I know it)

- Aether makes very cool metal sculptures. He's got both the strength and the patience for it. You know those adorable little bird-shaped garden ornaments made from scrap metal ? Yeah he did some because the local old ladies are always commissioning him to make them. Also the workshop's babysitter, has to keep on eye on Swiss and Dew when they start beefing with a circular saw on their hands.

- Rain is very skilled in needlework. Originally considered himself a better painter, since he's got a sharp eye and is good at color theory, but discovered all the ways you can use embroidery and sewing with an artistic approach during a workshop in his first year. Sewed a costume made out of dried orange peels and called it 'orange leather' once. Also interested in book binding. Will get snappy if the others call him a little grandma while he's embroidering.

- Phantom is a photographer, and a pretty good graphist as well. He's too shy to admit it, but he really does know how to present his work. Has the cleanest portfolio around, and is probably a huge perfectionist. I mean, perfectionism is kind of a must in art school but bug is an anxious wreck (give him a hug). Very gentle, handles the lenses and lights with lots of care. Mainly photographs landscapes and nature mortes, but enjoys taking portraits as well. Takes a lot of self-portraits and will very shyly ask you to pose for him. (I photographed myself as Judith in Klimt's Lilith II : Judith and Holofernes for an assignment and ngl would love to hold bug's head with my tits out on camera)

- Aurora makes little pop-up zines. It's a prefect way for her to give way to both her gentleness and chaotic nature. While pop-ups may look tedious to make, it's actually lots of fun, and you can get pretty chaotic with it too. Has a whole collection of patterned and textured papers, she made most of them. Probably has a 'cool paper stash' she hasn't touched because she doesn't want to 'waste them' and said paper is like Christmas wrapping paper from 2016 (it's me I'm guilty).

- Dew is more interest in contemporary art, especially sculpture. Little guy has no patience and likes to break stuff, I see it as a match made in heaven. Uses his fire ghoul abilities to burn different matters and experiment with them. Kinda see him as my friend who burnt a humongous quantity of human hair for a project. Was pissed no one cuddled him for two days because of the smell.

- Swiss is totally a performance artist. I mean, technically, all of the ghouls have a huge affinity with it, but Swiss especially. A big fan of contemporary composers like John Cage and Karlheinz Stockhausen, as well as Bahaus performance art. He likes to let loose, have fun exploring his body's and voice's capicities in an artistic light. Probably submitted some kind of sextape as a project, but it's okay because the professor likes provocative stuff.

- BONUS : all of them probably were nude models for the evening classes at some point. I haven't included anatomical study in the hcs because no one in their right mind would enjoy sitting on a stool and drawing Greek statues for 8 hrs straight, but none of them would mind being the models for the 2 hrs 6pm classes. Although they'll probably ask you for a massage afterwards because of how tiring it is to stay in the same position for so long.

-unhinged family anon

These are GORGEOUS omg thank you so much for sharing these they’re all so on point!! 🩵

[starkerscoop]

Vacant Mind (Ch. 12)

Ch. 11

also on ao3

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Dr. Roberts was able to fit Peter into her schedule on the coming Monday. This time, Peter made it known that he didn’t mind Tony coming with him. Tony was more than happy to join him in the Med-Bay, especially when it gave him an excuse to miss his five o’clock meeting. 

“Are you nervous?” Tony asked, draping a heavy arm over his shoulders as they waited for Peter’s appointment. 

Peter shook his head. “Not really. I just want to know what’s going on.” 

“Whatever it is, you’ll be okay,” Tony soothed. His voice left no room for argument.

Peter offered him a weak smile. Tony frowned, opening his mouth as if to say something, but was cut off by Dr. Roberts’ entrance to the waiting room. They stood up to greet her, taking turns shaking her hand. She ushered them down the hall and into her exam room. 

“You mentioned having some memory loss?” she asked once they were all seated. 

Peter nodded hesitantly. “Tony and I got together the night I had that fever and concussion. I had no clue until he told me.” 

“That’s not necessarily abnormal,” Dr. Roberts assured him. “You were still recovering. It’s expected for your memory to be a little fuzzy after a hit to the head like that.”

“Yeah, but…” Peter trailed off.

He didn’t want to mention Danny. He’d thought hard after his conversation with Ned and MJ, yet nothing and no one came to mind. He didn’t remember going clubbing with Gwen, nor being tempted to go home with someone named Danny. If Ned and MJ were to be believed—and they had no reason to lie to him���his memory may be worse than he thought, because the night he went clubbing would have been two or three weeks ago, which preceded his injury. 

That scared him. 

He wanted to bring it up to Dr. Roberts, but not without talking to Tony first. He’d promised Tony better communication; he refused to let him find out alongside his doctor. Peter loathed the idea of Tony feeling like his concerns didn’t matter. He would do him the courtesy of disclosing serious health problems. 

Peter was totally crushing it at this whole relationship thing. 

“Is there something else?” Dr. Roberts prodded when he remained silent.

Peter could feel Tony burning anxious holes into the side of his cheek.

“Not really,” Peter finally said.

Dr. Roberts eyed him skeptically. She always knew when he was trying to bullshit her, but she was too professional to call him out on it. “Do you feel as if you’re struggling to form new memories?” 

Peter tilted his head in consideration. He’d never thought about it the other way around. How could one tell whether they were unable to create new memories? 

“I don’t think so.” 

“Okay.” The doctor nodded to herself, jotting something down on her clipboard. “So, you’re experiencing some retrograde amnesia. Any headaches? Dizziness? Something else you wanted to mention?”

Peter immediately shook his head. “It was just that, really. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t serious.” 

“Well, let me know if your struggle with memory persists. If you’re struggling to recall memories that were made before your injury, or feel like you can’t form new memories, give me a call. There are cognitive and diagnostic tests that we can run if we need to,” Dr. Roberts concluded.

“Thank you, Dr. Roberts.” Peter leaned forward to gratefully shake her hand. 

She smiled. “Don’t hesitate to call.”

“I’ll drag him in myself if I have to,” Tony joked. “We all know how stubborn he is.”

Peter figured there was some truth to it. He elbowed Tony in the side with a sheepish grin. After bidding goodbye to Dr. Roberts, the pair exited the Med-Bay. They strolled down the hall to the elevator, in front of which they came to a halt. 

“It’s time for dinner, don’t you think?” Tony glanced at him, trying to appear casual. 

Peter didn’t bother hiding his amusement. “Yeah, I’ll probably have some pizza rolls.”

“I don’t have those in my freezer,” Tony hedged. 

Peter took hold of his hand. “Are you trying to invite me to dinner?”

“Depends. Is it working?” Tony peered at him closely. 

Peter hummed, pretending to think. “Kind of.” 

“How about I take you out?” Tony offered. 

Peter softened, dropping all pretense. “You don’t have to. I like homemade meals.” 

“We haven’t gone out to dinner as a couple yet.” Tony reminded him. “Come on, hot stuff. Let me treat you.” 

Peter was nodding before he could even process the offer. “Where are we going?” 

Tony beamed and pulled him into the elevator, rattling off the best restaurants he could think of throughout the ride down to the lobby. They settled on an Italian restaurant within walking distance. As they strode through the streets, Tony chattered enthusiastically about a new update he’d thought of for the Iron Man suit. Peter was admittedly only half-listening, distracted by the energetic way Tony moved his hands, and the widening of his expressive eyes whenever another idea came to mind. 

Tony was radiant. Any thoughts of telling him about Danny faded to the back of his mind. How could he ever spoil Tony’s happiness? Peter would rather get another concussion than be the reason Tony lost his exuberant smile, even for a second. 

The matter could wait until tonight, when Tony wasn’t so cheerful, years of stress and tension lifted from his shoulders for a brief moment that Peter ached to stretch out.

They reached the restaurant in just under twenty minutes. Peter was apprehensive about going in without a reservation, but Tony assured him that they would make space if they had to. No restaurant would reject Tony Stark. Peter found his cockiness entertaining enough to trust it.

Of course, Tony was right. The restaurant’s hostess was delighted to see Tony and led them to a relatively private booth without them requesting it. She contained her excitement well enough, which Peter mentally commended her for, knowing his own reaction to meeting Tony for the first time was nowhere near her level of calm.

“A server will be right with you,” she promised before returning to her stand.

Peter watched her leave and turned to Tony, who’d sat down across from him. “She seems nice.”

“She kept her cool better than most,” Tony acknowledged.

Peter flushed, although Tony hadn’t said that as a dig at him. Tony didn’t notice, already having opened his menu to leaf through it. Peter picked up his own menu to do the same. Most of the dishes appealed to him, and the mouthwatering pictures that accompanied the descriptions were of no help when it came to choosing one.

A server approached them with a notepad in hand. “Good evening! My name is Daniel and I’ll be your server for the night. Can I get you started with some drinks?”

“I’ll try the primitivo.” Tony decided. 

Daniel turned to Peter then, an expectant look in his eyes. Peter thought he noticed a tiny smirk on his face, but it was gone so fast he was left to wonder if it was ever there to begin with. “And for you, sir?”

The way he referred to him felt like a tease to Peter, although it didn’t feel mocking. It was similar to how his friends and family spoke to him—with familiarity. 

“Just water is fine. Thank you.” 

Daniel seemed taken aback when Peter didn’t return the sentiment. He nodded curtly and left with a quiet declaration of: “I’m on it.” 

Tony was already gazing at Peter when he met his eyes. “Do you two know each other?” 

“No,” Peter denied, “but that was weird.”

Tony hummed in agreement and returned to skimming the menu. Peter did the same, although he didn’t process any of what he read. He was too distracted by thoughts of their server. Why did he seem to know Peter? 

He didn’t register their drinks being gently set on the table. He was jolted out of his muddled state when he heard Daniel ask if they were ready to order. 

“I’m going to go with the Bistecca alla Fiorentina.” Tony snapped his menu shut.

Peter glanced at his menu one last time. He couldn’t make up his mind, and he trusted Tony’s taste in food. “I’ll have the same.” 

Daniel clapped his hands together once. “Excellent choice! I’ll let the kitchen know.” 

Peter thanked him again before averting his eyes. He didn’t want to weird out the poor guy. Although Daniel seemed to know him, Peter couldn’t recall anything about him. There was no déjà vu, no spidey tingle, no distant memory itching at his brain.

He shoved the issue out of the forefront of his mind. He needed to focus on his dinner with Tony. Their lives were unpredictable to an elevated degree, and he never knew if Tony would be called away for a business trip or some world-saving. Peter needed to cherish every moment with him that he could. 

Their dinner was brought out surprisingly fast considering the amount of patrons in the restaurant. Peter dug into his steak at once, disregarding the scalding heat, his metabolism always hungry and never satisfied. He groaned at the succulent flavors that burst on his tongue, greedily cutting himself more steak while still chewing on his first bite.

“It’s good, right?” Tony asked, watching him with a knowing grin.

Peter gave him an overly eager thumbs up, his mouth preoccupied. 

They made quick work of their food. Peter could feel Daniel glancing at them every once in a while, but he didn’t look back. He focused on his steak until it was gone, leaving his plate depressingly bare. He was tempted to ask for a bite of Tony’s food but managed to refrain from doing so. 

“Do you want to order anything else?” Tony asked, carefully wiping at his mouth. 

Peter shook his head. He was ready to escape Daniel’s increasingly annoyed stares. 

“Not even dessert?” Tony raised his eyebrows.

That did sound appealing. “Maybe we can get some ice cream on the way back?” 

“Sure, honey cake.” Tony called over Daniel. “Let me just get the check first.”

Peter fiddled with his hands as they waited for Daniel. “How about I pay for it? I feel bad.”

“Like hell.” Tony laughed, waving him off. He softened when he noticed the discomfort on Peter’s face. “I took you out, so I’ll pay. How about this: when you take me out, I’ll consider letting you pay.” 

Peter facepalmed, unable to help the smile that slipped out. This was as good of an offer as he was going to get with Tony. “Deal.”

Daniel approached their table with the check, which he set down at the center. Tony was ready, setting his card atop the bill and swiftly signing off where needed. Daniel left slowly, as if he was reluctant for them to leave, but returned with Tony’s card soon enough. 

“Have a good night.” Daniel smiled tightly. 

Tony and Peter wished him the same and stepped out of the restaurant hand in hand. They’d barely made it two steps before Daniel was bursting through the doors, following after them.

“So you’re really not going to say anything?” Daniel accused, his angry glare pinning Peter to his place on the sidewalk. 

Peter reeled back. “What are you talking about?” 

“Come on.” Daniel rolled his eyes. “I know you weren’t drunk enough to forget.”

Peter blinked at him, confused.

Daniel fumed. “Get in front of your boyfriend and suddenly you’re all shy. You weren’t so shy when you were trying to get in my pants.” 

Peter’s mouth fell open. This had to be…

“Danny?” The hostess from earlier stepped out, beckoning at the server. “You’re needed at table two.”

Daniel gave Peter one last glare and stormed back into the restaurant, the hostess wandering in after him.

“You said you didn’t know him,” Tony recalled quietly.

“I don’t,” Peter said, earnest eyes begging Tony to believe him, “but I think I did.” 

Tony cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?” 

“Ned and MJ were talking about how I went clubbing with Gwen a few weeks ago, and met a guy named Danny.” Peter paused, swallowing thickly. “Tony, I don’t remember anything from that night. I didn’t even know Gwen was back in town. And if Daniel is right, and I wasn’t drunk enough to forget anything…”

A grim frown wrinkled Tony’s forehead. “We’re going back to Dr. Roberts.” 

Peter didn’t argue.

-

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[eriquin]

Characters Out of Context Tag

Rules:

Include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like)

Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

Have fun, no pressure!

Tagged by @j-1173

Tagging: @kedreeva, @scarcrossdlvrs, @steves-strapcollection

It's not actually broken up into proper chapters yet, but here's from some sections of my steddie bigbang project. Waiting to post this until the embargo is lifted.

Section 1:

“I think I can do it,” he said. ... “Will your parents be freaked out if I strip in your kitchen?”

Section 2:

“‘Course you don’t,” he said. “How about ‘not your circus, not your monkeys’? Do you know that one?”

Section 3:

“He’s pretty skittish. Though, I don’t blame him. I hate this place.”

Section 4:

“Drugged. Tired. Usual Saturday morning, honestly.”

Section 5:

“Come on and join us. It’ll be a team-building activity, like Coach is always telling us.”

Section 6:

“Just so that someone in the school knows that you’re not here for the rest of the day,” ... “You know. In case anyone asks. Then you’d have an excused absence, right?”

Section 7:

“Do you have your Swiss Army knife on you?”

Section 8:

“Is that a trick question?” ... “I didn’t think you knew how to make those.”

Section 9:

“I don’t think it occurred to him not to do that, you know? Like, that’s probably what his mom does for all her coats or something, so he just did that.”

Section 10:

“Shit, I probably shouldn’t joke about that when there are cops around, should I?”

Section 11:

“Like, I thought I would be mad, but I’m actually okay with it.”

Section 12:

“Oh, don’t give me the puppy eyes,” ... “You did your best, I’m sure.” 

Section 13:

“Uh. The author was more creative... No, wait. Concerned. Concerned with advantages. Uh. Appearances, than—”

Section 14:

“I might’ve made that up,” he said. “Maybe I was just annoyed by how slowly you were typing.”

Section 15:

“And I was on my way! I just got waylaid by rogues, as you were so quick to notice.”

Section 16:

“Definitely not,” he said. “Actually, it has nothing to do with him at all. I was just distracting you little shits for the car ride.”

Section 17:

“Good, ‘cause that’s about the extent of my sports metaphors,” ... “And you really should join out of respect for them, because it truly pained me to even go that far.”

Section 18:

"It’s not cheating. There wasn’t anything in your rules that said we couldn’t work together.”

Section 19:

“You know, this would all go faster if you would just skip past the part where you bitch and moan about what I’m telling you and just accept the fact that it needs to be done."

Section 20:

“Whatever. You don’t have a date tonight or you wouldn’t be asking me about D&D.” 

Section 21:

“I don’t like the way he ambushed you with that,” she said. “We should’ve been able to have a reasonable discussion about what to do.” 

Section 22:

“Okay first of all, I don’t rehearse those,” ... “I am an expert at improvisational public speaking, thank you very much. I can latch onto a topic and expound upon it for as long as necessary to get my point across.”

Section 23:

“Maybe if the things you say weren’t usually nonsense, I’d listen.”

Section 24:

“And hey, you can always use me as an example of a bigger fuckup. That’s what I’m here for, yeah?”

[aruuq]

Winter Date Scenarios – Jujutsu Kaisen Characters; Advent Calendar Event Day 11

characters: gojou, sukuna, yuuta [separately] x gn!reader

genre & style: fluff, scenarios + in sukuna’s part it’s a non-curse au

word count: 2k

notes: it’s the end of january and i’m sure i won’t be able to write anything more for this event so it’s the last post for my advent calendar. it sucks that i couldn’t complete all of the fics i’ve prepared but i may change them and do a casual fic out of them or use them this year’s holidays lmaooo also i’ve written this in december, i didn’t post it ‘cause i wanted to write one scenario more but couldn’t bring myself too

warnings: playful insults

event’s masterlist

Gojou; ice skating

“Are you sure it’s a good idea, Satoru?” Your scream-whisper echoes through empty corridors as you squeeze the man’s palm tightly, the buzzing sound of the yellowed lights irritates your ears, every little flicker making you jump with fear. It’s the middle of the night and Gojou has decided that it’s a perfect time for a date. Without explaining anything to you, he put you in a car and drove for a few minutes only to park in front of an indoor ice rink, which was obviously closed. But did that stop him from entering and dragging you with him? The answer’s simple.

“Of course it is,” he mutters, tugging you by your sleeve behind him. He lowers his sunglasses, checking words on a plate stuck to metal doors. “I’ve done this a few times already, you have nothing to worry about, sweet cheeks.” After a few seconds he proceeds to pull your hand again, walking in the direction of another door.

“What are we doing?” You whine, your head constantly turning around in dread of getting caught. “Shouldn’t we, dunno, skate instead of walking?” You almost trip off on your shoelace, but Satoru catches you with his infinity without even looking in your direction. “Yeah, yeah, we should, but first we need to find… a key room!” The man exclaims, pointing at the plate with “KEY ROOM. NO ADMISSION FOR UNAUTHORIZED” written in all caps.

You blink a few times after propping yourself upright on the invisible wall. “Very thoughtful of you to listen to the signs,” you comment, when Gojou’s aiming his finger at the door’s lock. “Yeah. I know. Pew-pew!” A bit usage of purple and the lock’s gone. “Wait here, it’s gonna take me a sec. Where are you sweet mama…” Satoru murmurs to himself, and when you observe him, you really think that he looks and acts like a maniac right now. “Bingo!” Loud clunk of the keys being tossed later you two can finally go on the ice.

“Told you it was a great idea,” Gojou says, while putting skates he’s taken from the rental.

“Until somebody nabs us? Yeah, it’s nice,” you mutter while doing small circles on the ice, waiting for your boyfriend to come join you. “What would you do if a guard was inside?” You ask, and Satoru looks at you confused.

“I would one-shot his ass, duuuh- whoaah!” The man almost fell over only after standing up. “How do you keep balance in this shit?” He snarls, keeping his hands on the railing.

“Gimme your hand ‘n I’m gonna show you how- wait. Didn’t you tell me that it’s not the first time doing this?” You gesticulate. “I thought you meant breaking into the ice rink at night.”

“Well, haha, yes but no.” He deadpans, and you furrow your eyebrows, crossing arms. “Explain yourself then.” Your previous fear of getting caught has turned into anger.

“Do we really have to do this right now, baby? Gimme your hands and let’s have fun, yeah? Gimme. Gimme them!” Gojou bends and straightens his fingers, waiting for you to come closer. And you move away by a bit. “Really? Really, Y/N?” he snarks, while clucking with annoyance. “And I thought you loved me.” The inner theatre kid comes out when Satoru does all sorts of dramatic movements with his head (his palms still desperately cling to the railing), at the end sending you a very pitiful glance.

“I’m waitin’.” You reply.

“Tsk. Okay. So I’ve been here one time in the middle of the night, ‘cause I had to get rid of a curse. Happy now?”

A prolonged sigh escapes your pressed lips. “You’re a failure, I swear. A disaster sent to ruin my life.” Despite your words you approach the failure. “Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty if you’re gonna listen to me. I’ll teach you the basics, ‘cause it’ll be easier to do it now, rather than when other people are skating too, and then we’re gonna come back here tomorrow for an actual, non-illegal date, ‘kay?”

Gojou nods, a shameless smirk on his face. Gosh, it’s annoying, the fact that you hate him so much and it doesn’t make you love him any less.

Sukuna; snowball fight

“Oh no…” You murmur to yourself as you stand behind a big tree, your palm on your mouth so as to make sure that your breathing isn’t too loud.

“C’mon, Y/N, you know you can’t hide from me for long! Show yourself and I’ll show you my mercy… if I’ll still be in the mood to do so.”

You are aware of the exact position the man is in, as the snow cracks noisily after every little step that he makes. His movements are careful, yet he tries to find you as fast as possible, being impatient to hit you with the snowball grasped by his right hand.

You two were deep in the forest. It’s cold, tiny snowflakes falling from the sky, covering up your footprints showing the path you’d come on, and blurring the vision. It was supposed to be a nice romantic walk, since the world glistened beautifully in the white fluff, and the warm rays of the sun wade their way through the dense branches of trees. But it quickly escalated into a snowball fight after Sukuna decided to sprinkle your head with the tiny amount of snow. You immediately responded with a white fistful thrown behind his collar. And this silly and careless act started a war.

“Be nice and come out!” The tone of your boyfriend’s voice starts to be very nagging, syllables seem to be unnecessarily dragged out, a hint of impatience hidden at the end of every sentence. “Don’t be stupid. We both are aware of the fact that you may end up dead otherwise.” He might be annoyed by your stubbornness, but it doesn’t change the fact that you can hear the way he smirks to himself, licking his lips concentrated, tiny pupils focusing and searching for any tiniest movement. He’s having fun.

You feel that you are going to regret it, but you do it anyway. Trying to make the littlest movements, you crouch, taking a fistful of snow, and you fuse it tightly, making sure the ball is firmly packed. You are sure that, no matter what you do, Sukuna will take his revenge. Let’s just add a little bit of spice to it.

You say a little prayer in your head, and with all the willpower ever given to you, you jump from behind the tree and throw a snowball as hard as you can. You see it as if in slow motion – the white ball flies in a perfectly straight line, with a bit of rotation, and, what’s the best part of it, it crashes on the back of Sukuna’s head. You want to scream with joy, but, fortunately for you, the realization hits you immediately, as you stay silent. You fucked up.

Covering your mouth with both palms, you watch, as your boyfriend turns around, frenzyness in his eyes, they glisten in it, pupils focused on your silhouette. “Oh, you’re gonna be dead-dead,” he stuffs his cheek with the tongue while snapping his fingers. Your first reaction is to run away; and it’s a smart decision, considering Sukuna’s inhuman sprint right after you.

A few seconds later you are tucked into the cold ground, a white fluff all around you. Good luck bestie with not getting frostbite now.

Yuuta; snow angels

“It all sucks.” You sigh, looking at the clear, blue firmament above you. There’s not a single lazy cloud on the sky soaring with blasts of wind, warm rays of the sun dance across your cold cheeks, creating this funny tingling feeling.

“I don’t think it’s that bad, honey,” your boyfriend murmurs, his voice joyful with only a hint of sadness, and it is clear that Yuuta only tries to cheer you up. He's lying next to you, his body drowning in the sea of snow. A woolen hat covers his ears, cute gloves with a reindeer print envelope his palms and a matching scarf hugs his neck tightly. He looks like a big baby, all wrapped in different types of clothes so as not to catch a cold. “We still can spend some time together!” He smiles widely, while moving his arms and legs, sweeping the snow away, creating an imprint of a snow angel.

“Yeah. On another mission,” you mumble, a disappointed frown on your face.

“After Gojou arrives we’ll finish it almost right away, you’ll see. Then we can still go on our promised date!” He exclaims, sitting up to look at you. His happy expression fades away as he sees that you haven’t even started making your snow angel, and you’re just lying there with a sorrowful face, observing the sky. Your eyes look as if you are about to cry, a lower lip trembling with annoyance. Yuuta isn’t sure if you are more pissed than upset, but he’s sure that he needs to do something about it before Satoru arrives.

“Speaking of Gojou… This piece of shit is late again. After he assigned us to this stupid mission on Christmas Day, he has the audacity to show up late. He could at least tell us where we should go, so we wouldn’t waste time waiting for him to take us there!” Before you have a chance to continue your complaints, Okkotsu stands over you astride, and with his legs straight, he bends the upper half of his body down and grasps your arms. “What are you doing?” You are confused.

“Helping you with your angel!” He starts moving your limbs up and down, creating the cavity in the snow in the shape of wings. “You shouldn’t be sulking like this. You’re much prettier when you smile!” The corners of his mouth rise, as if he wants to show you how to do so. And it works. “See? Already better!”

You quickly finish making the snow angel with a few lazy motions of your legs and get up with the help of Yuuta’s hand. “Thanks, Yuuta.” You say, hugging him tightly. “I think I’m a bit better now.”

“My pleasure, love,” he pats the back of your head, as he brings you closer with his other arm, and kisses your temple.

“I don’t want to interrupt your lovey-dovey moment, but, where’ve you been?” A sudden voice reaches both of your ears, and you can feel that all of your muscles tenses immediately.

“Gojou.” You snarl, clicking your tongue, and moving away from your boyfriend to look at the man. “May I ask, why are you late?”

“I am late?” He tilts his head, and by the movement of his blindfold you can tell that he squints at you. “You are the ones that have never shown up.”

“What.” Both your and Yuuta’s voices ring out in the air.

“You told us to wait in front of the school, so that you and Ijichi would pick us up!” You defend yourselves, stamping the foot, and the snow creaks under it.

“Did I?” The grown up blurts out, tilting his head even more. “Welp, I finished it by myself, so you have the rest of the day free! GTG for your service!”

“That’s surprisingly generous of you, Gojou,” Okkotsu says, scratching his cheek with the pointing finger.

“Oh, yeah, I know right!” He exclaims, putting his hands on the hips. “But don’t worry, you have other missions scheduled for tomorrow morning and evening! A pack of two ‘cause, after all, there’s the two of you! Ahh, I love my students…”

“And you tell us only now about it?” You raise your voice, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Well, yeah! Call it a Christmas gift!” You can swear that he winks under the blindfold, invisible sparkles dancing around his abnormally tall body.

At first you blink blankly, looking at Gojou bewildered, but it doesn’t take you long to unbutton the cuffs of your jacket and roll them up as Yuuta desperately tries to stop you.

“Y/N, please.” He wants to catch your wrist, but the amount of layers of clothes makes him more immobile, so you easily slip away.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Y/N, no-“

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo - how y/n made friends with everyone

this is an extra to the great adventures series

requested: yes/no

warnings: cursing

tommy

you were actually friends with tommy when he was streaming to a few viewers, and you even watched as his channel grew. eventually he asked you to mod for him, as he knew he could trust you and because had experience being a twitch mod. he was also the reason you began streaming. as for how you met, you were in the same classes as him in highschool, and since you were the ‘quiet’ person in the class, they sat tommy next to you. honestly, you hated him when you first met him and the feeling was mutual. you didn’t want to sit next to the rather loud teenager and he had no one to talk to anymore as his friends were on the other side of the room.

“do you ever talk?”

“heh?”

“i said do you ever talk...do you always do that”

“do what”

“that fucking HeH.”

“are you mocking me simons?”

“noooo why would i do that...”

“it’s y/n.”

“right, yeah, yeah, i totally knew that.”

“great now please leave me alone i’m trying to work.”

“loser.”

“the fuck did you just say?”

“nothing.”

it was that moment tommy decided he was going to make you just like him, and a few years later that’s exactly what he did. by year 11 you and tommy had grown extremely close. the last day of school arrived a lot earlier than expected, everyone was extremely stressed, no one knew what to expect or what was going to happen. you found yourself hanging around with tommy a lot more as you had no idea if you would both be going to the same college, in september you received a text message that made your night:

tommy: college sent out emails telling you if you were accepted go check

*2 minutes later*

tommy: well?

y/n: i got accepted

tommy: me too

y/n: call me right now

tommy: i’m about to stream..have you ever considered streaming?

y/n: absolutely not

tommy: make an account and stream after me i’ll raid you..make me mod you know how people can be

once college started up, you were slightly nervous the two of you would drift away from each other. however this was far from the case, although you both did different subjects and he was only in on wednesdays, the pair of you would hang out together a lot more. he would be in your streams and vice versa, you would either be in his tiktoks, or you would be the one filming them.

“y/n make a tiktok we can be mutuals.”

“please god no.”

you spent so much time at his house either talking about random things, playing whatever game you could find, or streaming. he dragged you to every meet up he went on, allowing you to meet people such as niki, phil, and, wilbur. you didn’t know this, but he would constantly bring you up in conversations with dream, which eventually lead to you joining the smp in october where you would later be able to meet the likes of jack, technoblade and jschlatt. the only person you didn’t seem to see on the server was his other friend tubbo.

ranboo

you had become friends with scott after being his first twitch mod and when he noticed you started streaming, he was extremely supportive, always raiding your stream once he ended his. today you found yourself bickering with scott because he wouldn’t let you in mcc despite the fact you were ‘the best minecraft player.’

“y/n, i watched you die in minecraft 7 times last night within 5 minutes.”

“oh i’m sorry mr perfect, let me in mcc.”

“no.”

“fine i’ll make my own.”

and that’s exactly what you did..well you tried your best.

you started your stream as soon as scott ended and had him call you on discord after explaining to your chat what you were about to do.

“scott final chance let me in mcc, i’ll settle for access to the practice server.”

“fine.”

“REALLY?!”

“absolutely not!”

“fuck you, ill be in it one day!”

you left the call telling chat you didn’t need that negative energy in your life.

you really have scott to thank for you making friends with ranboo, scott made a tweet explaining what you were doing on stream which caught ranboos eye.

Smajor1995: after not making it into mcc again my good friend @y/n has decided to take it upon themselves to make their own on stream!! ill also be in the stream (if they answer my calls) *twitch link*

ranboo joined your stream and was instantly met with you yelling at scott (again) to let you in mcc.

“IM YOUR TWITCH MOD!”

“i will ban you from mcc!”

“you don’t have the nerve... so he left the call this is bullshit watch me land this water bucket clutch down this ravine so we can find axolotls and build an army.”

*you died*

you pulled your hood over your face before sinking down your chair taking a deep breath.

“FUCK!”

you calmly got back up and looked into your camera.

“i was so close, so very close.. HEY CHAT SCOTT SENT ME A LINK TO THE SERVER!”

a few minutes later you were able to get onto the server, only to be kicked less than a minute later. the reason you were banned being ‘i watched you fail the water bucket clutch down a ravine.’

you continued your build on your server and just spent the rest of the stream talking about anything that crossed your mind, that was until you decided to copy ace race. once finished, you looked into your camera and pulled your microphone closer to you.

“so this is race ace, so scott doesn’t sue me, and basically it’s going to be this course, but i’m going to change a random section practice it every day, not tell anyone it changed. of course i’m going to tell my team we have to win, oh fuck i forgot scott was watching my stream..it’s okay he didn’t hear me he’s too busy planning how he can rig the next mcc.”

ranboo found himself enjoying your content and even noticed you in his chat multiple times.

“just a minute chat i’m just sending an important dm to my mods.”

that’s when you noticed chat paused for a minute after you sent a message, it confused you for a minute before realising ranboo made you a vip on his channel and you decided to do the same for him on your channel, from there you added each other on discord. the pair of you made friends extremely quickly, you were constantly part of his streams as you would call him on discord not realising that he was streaming.

“hi y/n, by the way i’m streaming”

“i just wanted to ask if you knew how to break into a house?”

“....why”

“i locked myself out by accident and my parents are asleep come help me.”

“you are in the uk.”

“okay? catch a flight.”

chat honestly loved you and your friendship with ranboo. the pair of you only met a few weeks ago and you were already acting as though you had known each other for years.

jack

you and jack met for the first time on the smp, which would have been fine, however you met during lore and your characters weren’t exactly the best of friends. once lore had ended, everyone said their goodbyes and left the call. a few moments later you received a discord message from jack asking if you were available to call any time soon. since you were back in lockdown, you had plenty of free time. you arranged a time and date a few days later you called jack, where you had your first proper interaction out of character.

“hello jack!!”

“oh hi y/n i just thought it may be a good idea to get to know each other, well you know considering we’re both on the dream smp.”

“yeah, yeah, i understand what you mean.”

the pair of you ended up getting along with each other, it was slightly awkward for the first 5 minutes of the call, but that was expected since you hadn’t really met jack before and were anxious to call him. however, after that the conversation started to flow and you found out the pair of you had a lot in common making it easy to come up with things to talk about. it ended up feeling as though you were catching up with a friend you hadn’t spoken to for a while.

“has anyone told you your accent is really strong.”

“so is yours, y/n, what the fuck is that supposed to mean.”

“it means your accent is strong, duh.”

jack asked if you’d like to stay in call and join him on the smp whilst he streamed, and you gladly accepted the offer as you really didn’t want to do your college work, and you were enjoying your time with him. a few minutes into the stream jack had killed you several times.

“JACK STOP KILLING ME!”

rather than answering you he just sat laughing. he then went on to attempt to mute him microphone, he failed. however he didn’t realise this, so you sat listening to his plan on how he was going to kill you again. this time you were prepared, you sent a message to tommy telling him to log on along with your location. few minutes later tommy was by your side and helped you kill jack several times for revenge.

“Y/N...TOMMY!!”

“you didn’t mute your mic, so i told tommy you were bullying me.”

“im gonna go...BYE JACK, BYE Y/N, ILL SEE YOU SOON!”

“i can’t believe you.”

“hey you’re the one who didn’t turn your mic off.”

“how did you know?”

“i had your stream on my other monitor.”

“ayeee you watch my streams?”

“...i’ve been a sub for 4 months.”

the two of you stayed chatting and playing for another hour. the pair of you were already so close and you had only met each other the other day. this was just the start of your friendship, soon enough you were in a laugh and the stream ends challenge on his stream, however due to lockdown rules this was done over discord leading to you accidentally leaving the call several times.

“and they’re gone again!”

*4 minutes later*

“SORRY JACK IM BACK!”

“stop leaving y/n!”

“oh i’m sorry, let me just go yell at my wifi to stop cutting out!”

a few seconds later you could be heard faintly in the background screaming at your wifi as it would continue to buffer. as soon as restrictions were over one of the first things you decided to do was go to jacks and stream a laugh you lose where there was a punishment if you were responsible for losing the last heart. however everything was apparently hilarious in person as you would constantly laugh, meaning you were responsible for losing the last heart.

“y/n give me your phone.”

“no.”

“you lost let me tweet from your account”

“fine..”

soon enough your fans and friends with your notifications on received this twitter notification

“y/n: jack is so cool and funny he is also really tall i am not”

tubbo

tubbo was actually the last person you met and made friends with, your community were convinced for some reason that you both didn’t like each other and that’s why the pair of you didn’t talk to each other. this was far from the case you were both waiting for the right time, tubbo was an extremely busy teenager and you didn’t want to interrupt him, and tubbo knew you were currently in a stressful position since you had recently joined the dream smp, also you were still meeting people so he didn’t want to stress you out. this doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be your friend, he actually asked tommy since he had been your friend for at least 4 years what would be the best way of getting to know you.

“mate they hated me when we first met, just talk to them or something. you could have met them the last time i went up to visit you, but they ended up not feeling too good and went back to the hotel room.”

“when are you next coming up?”

“how about next week, and i’ll bring y/n, i really don’t understand why you’re nervous tubbo, it’s y/n they wouldn’t hurt a fly..well hmm.”

“see you next week then!”

a week later tommy dragged you to the train station.

“uh tommy where are we going?”

“...on a train.”

“no way, really? oh my god!”

a few hours later you finally got off the train.

“ill go with my dad to check into the hotel room, do you want to come with us or?”

“i think i’ll go for a walk and stretch my legs.”

“right okay, meet you at the beach later”

you spent a few minutes walking around the beach picking up any rocks and shells that caught your eye, little did you know it would result in you meeting tubbo. once you finished putting your new collection in your pockets you noticed a small crowd of people walk up to someone asking for pictures assuming it was tommy you walked over to the boy, it wasn’t tommy it was in fact tubbo. at first you stayed silent not wanting to really cause attention to yourself. you only spoke up when some people started to make inappropriate comments towards him.

“oh sorry to be a pain guys me and tubbo have plans with tommy in a few minutes, we should go so we’re not late. bye guys.”

you smiled and waved as they walked away. you looked over to tubbo, you could tell he was still pretty anxious about what just happened and honestly if you was in his position, you would react the same way.

“we should probably move from here incase they come back and see you’re still here, are you okay?”

“im feeling better now it’s over..thank you”

“oh it’s no problem i’m, y/n btw.”

“wait you and tommy were still meant to be on the train.”

“the train was actually on time, tommy went to check into the hotel i wanted to stretch my legs, i also wanted to collect some rocks.”

“did you collect enough or did you want more?”

“im not going to say no if you wanna go collect some with me.”

the pair of you walked around keeping each other close incase the people from before returned. half an hour later, the pair of you sat on a bench close to the beach so you could show tubbo everything you decided to pick up, he ended up keeping a rock he liked to have as a memory. tubbo wrapped an arm around you as it was getting cold whilst you watched the sunset.

“tubbo i think tommy forgot about me.”

“you can spend the night at mine, i’ll send him a message to let him know.”

“are you sure?”

“of course!”

“this has to be the most unsafe thing either of us will ever do, we hardly know each other and now i’m staying at yours.”

tommy sent you a message explaining that he didn’t forget, there was a problem at the other hotel and they had to go find another one, but you’ll be fine to stay at tubbos for the night. the pair of you spent the entire night learning as much as you can about the other person. it had only been an evening but you already knew the pair of you would be great friends.

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Just so I could call you mine part 2 - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

It's finally here! I'm sorry for the wait, I've only really been able to write at night - my day's have been kinda busy at the moment. But it's finished. It's quite long so sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you enjoyed part 1:)

Also (following a theme here) this is loosely based off of the song 'Enough for you' by Oliva Rodrigo

* = time skip

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3503

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It had been a month since the argument. Well, I say argument, but I think downfall of the one thing that made me want to get up in the morning would be more accurate. After I’d broken down on Emily’s shoulder that night, she took me back to her place. The whole time I was there, part of me kept wishing for the phone to ring and for it to be him. It didn’t feel real. For the first few days I clung to the shred of hope that he might pull me aside at work to apologise, tell me he was wrong and wanted me back. But seeing as this is my life, that opportunity never came. We hadn’t spoken since that night. Even on cases, he would find ways to avoid talking to me. I can’t say I blame him, he’s a shitty man. And when shitty men do shitty things, they tend to run from it.

I walked into the bullpen laughing with Garcia. All the girls had really looked after me and I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Hey there pretty ladies” Morgan said, sauntering over to us.

“Why hello there handsome. Here to make us yours?” Garcia replied playfully.

“Only if you’ll have me.” Morgan bantered. Garcia just laughed before heading to her cave.

“So how are you gorgeous?” He said throwing his arm round my shoulder.

“I’m doing good. In desperate need for coffee. Don’t get me wrong I love Garcia but after only 3 hours of sleep, her bubbliness this early on has taken it out of me” I explained as we headed to the coffee machine. Derek dropped his arm and stood next to me, allowing me to make my drink.

“Only three hours huh? You having trouble sleeping?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, I just choose to run on as little energy as possible.” I retorted sarcastically, prompting an eye roll from him.

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah I do, it’s just” I sighed looking down at my coffee.

“Hey.” Derek nudged my arm slightly. “What’s on your mind?” I chewed at the inside of my cheek nervously before answering.

“I guess I’m still adjusting to sleeping by myself.” I admitted. Derek nodded, wearing a sympathetic look on his face. “It’s so stupid, I should be over this by now. I mean I am over him but it’s just certain things like…ugh I don’t know. It’s just stressful.” I ranted.

“It’s normal baby. You went from, what was it nine months?”

“Eleven.” I corrected.

“Right so you went from 11 months of having someone next to you all the time, to suddenly nothing. It’s bound to take some getting used to.” He reasoned. I knew he was right. But something about the way Hotch had essentially picked up where he left off with Haley made me feel so stupid for still being hung up over him.

“Come on, let’s go see if boy genius can tell us something fun.” Derek joked as we walked back to our desks.

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The day was almost over, and we’d had no cases, which allowed us to sort through old case files and tidy things up. As boring as that may sound, it was actually a nice break from the horrors we see on a daily basis.

“Right.” Emily said, stretching back in her chair. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

“And leave me here with the men?” I replied, pretend fear laced in my voice.

“I’m so sorry honey. You can do it I believe in you” Emily joked. The boys just swapped an annoyed look. “Sergio awaits me, so I’ll see you all tomorrow.” She said collecting her things.

“Bye Em.” I called after her. But just as she was about to leave JJ rushed into the bullpen.

“Emily stops where you are.” Emily groaned and turned around.

“Jayje I swear to god if you tell us we have a case, as much as I love you, I will be hurling my bag at your head.” Emily said. JJ just laughed at her.

“No, it’s nothing bad guys, but Rossi has invited us to dinner.” She said smiling. The way she looked at us made it seem like she was looking for some type of reaction.

“Okay? Something special about today?” Derek asked.

“Yeah that’s nice of him and all JJ but I’m really tired. Sitting in a crowed Chinese restaurant really wasn’t really what I planned to do tonight” Emily replied. JJ sighed.

“Fine. I mean if none of you want to come back to Rossi’s mansion for a bite to eat then I get that. Have a nice night with your cat Em.” JJ turned to walk away but at the sound of us all scrambling out of our seats, she turned back and laughed.

“Screw Sergio I wanna explore this guy’s house.” Emily said walking over to JJ.

“God you lot are so nosy” She joked as we all walked down to the parking lot.

“What do you expect? The guys a mystery so if there’s an opportunity to snoop of course we’d take it.” I chuckled.

“I just wanna see if he has a first drafts of his books lying around. I can almost imagine how much he left out.” Reid piped up.

“Of course, that’s what you wanna see pretty boy” Derek said patting Reid on the shoulder. We all hoped into our separate cars to go home and change before re convening at Rossi’s.

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The night was going great. It was so nice to be able to just take a night off – eat, drink, chat – without the stress of a case looming over our heads. Not to mention Rossi’s house was incredibly impressive. I mean if I could somehow make this man my sugar daddy and inherit this place, I’d be on it in an instant. Aaron was here, which didn’t surprise me. But what did is how relaxed he was. I’d seen it all the time when we were together but somehow seeing it tonight felt strange. Almost as if he’d dismissed the whole situation.

“Okay I wasn’t that bad guys.” Emily protested, snapping me from my thoughts.

“You told Spencer you were going to kill him if he didn’t stop being so loud.” Hotch said.

“That’s understandable on a hangover.” Emily reason.

“Em, I was just turning the pages of my book.” Spencer replied laughing. Emily spluttered over her words, but nothing came out causing the rest of us to join spencer. Suddenly the doorbell rang out. We all looked around confused.

“We’re not expecting anyone else are we?” Garcia asked.

“Um” Aaron cleared his throat.

“I think I might know who that is.” My heart sunk as he got up and walked to the door. Everyone swapped a look, trying to catch my eye but I just starred ahead of me. He wouldn’t have actually invited her. Right?

“Hey honey.” Her voice travelled through the halls causing my heart to not only sink even further, but completely shatter in the process. At least at work I could block out the fact he was with her but now he was just rubbing salt in the wound. Emily finally caught my gaze and shot me a supportive look. I just nodded, offering a tight-lipped smile. Eventually the pair of them came back.

“Hey guys, you know Haley.” Hotch said, looking slightly uncomfortable. Everyone greeted her politely enough, but it didn’t take a profiler to feel the shift in the atmosphere.

“Let me get you a chair.” Rossi said, going to stand up. “No, it’s fine, I’ll just sit here” She stated before promptly positioning herself in Aaron’s lap. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I couldn’t watch this. The seven of us sat in a cripplingly awkward silence for a few moments before JJ finally spoke up.

“So, um Haley, how’s jack doing?” She asked politely. “Oh, he’s doing great. Very happy to have his daddy around a lot more now.” Haley responded in a smug tone. As she spoke, she glanced over at me. Clearly noticing my appearance, she threaded her fingers through Aaron’s hair. I averted my gaze, opting to study the details of Rossi’s floor. I heard Hotch clear his throat, almost as if he wanted her to stop. “

I’m glad he’s happy.” JJ replied.

“So am I. Before it was just so hard what with his job and, well – other arrangements – Aaron barely had time for his own son you know. But luckily that’s all been dealt with now.” Haley leant forward and I heard her placing a kiss on his cheek. I couldn’t take this anymore; she was clearly taunting me and as I much as I hated giving into her games – this was so much worse.

“Excuse me.” I said, standing up and heading towards the garden. It took everything inside of me not to break down right then and there. But the minute I reached the garden I lost it. The tears streamed down my face as I tried to quiet my sobs. My heart ached. It felt like everything was crashing down around me. My chest felt hollow. I thought I was over this, over him. I could feel my knees growing weak under me so opted to sit by the edge of the pool, in the hopes to grab some sense of normality. It was a nice night out. It was summer so still warm, but there was enough of a breeze to keep it bearable. I’m sure if looked up I would’ve been able to see the stars, but I was transfixed on the water. Suddenly I heard the back door open. I didn’t turn around, not wanting to face whoever it was.

“I’ve always wanted a pool.” Emily’s voice came from beside me. She sat down, placing her legs in the water next to mine. “I’d love to have this house too.” She stated taking in her surroundings. “What do you say, wanna take Rossi down together and claim all this for ourselves?” She asked nudging my arm. I let out a stiff chuckle but didn’t say anything. Emily took a deep breath before she spoke.

“I’m sorry you had to sit through that” Her voice was sincere. “I don’t know if Hotch invited her, or she just rocked up, but it was out of order either way.” I nodded not trusting my voice right now. “You should know, the rest of us were just as angry. Derek left a few moments after you. He went into the kitchen, but he didn’t come back. I had to send Spencer after to him just to check he wasn’t tearing the place up.” She said light-heartedly. That gave me some comfort, to know I wasn’t being overly sensitive. She let her words hang in the air for a moment and we enjoyed the stillness of the night.

“I just thought.” I began, my voice rough from crying. “That maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe they weren’t actually back together you know?” I turned my gaze towards Emily. She understood. That was one of my favourite things about her. No matter what the situation, whether she’d experienced it herself or not, she was always so deeply empathetic that it helped.

“Listen, nothing I say right now is going to make this any easier. Sure, I could sit here and tell you what a douche bag he’s being” I smiled at her words. “But I know that wouldn’t change anything for you. So, I’ve just come to let you know that we’re all here for you. Take as much time as you need, and when you feel comfortable, come back and join us inside.” She said squeezing my hand.

“Thank you Em. For everything.” She just smiled before standing up and heading inside. By this point I’d stopped crying. You know that moment of calm you experience right after you’ve stopped crying, just before the headache or tiredness kicks in, that is probably my favourite feeling. Which sounds somewhat depressing, but everything just feels so at ease in that moment. Unfortunately, I could not bask in it for long as I heard the back door slide open once again. Thinking it was Emily I called out to her.

“Please don’t tell me I’m going to come in there and see you forcing Rossi to sign us into his will.” I joked, turning around. But instead of being greeted with my friends’ heart-warming chuckle, I saw the man who’d caused this little escape to the garden. It was Aaron.

“Hotch.” I said surprised, scrambling to stand up.

“Hi.” He replied. He looked nervous, relentlessly fidgeting with his hands. It wasn’t normal.

“Why are you here?” I didn’t bother trying to make small talk. What would be the point?

“Um, well I…I just wanted to…” His voice trailed off as he looked to the ground. “Can we sit down?” He asked after a moment. I nodded and made my way over to the beautiful table Rossi had. Aaron sat down but didn’t say anything, just starred ahead of him.

“Are you going to talk or what?” I said bluntly. He looked surprised at my tone but cleared his throat before answering me.

“I just wanted to check on you.” His voice was low, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear what he was saying.

“Check on me?” I replied clearly irritated.

“Yeah I mean you just took off back there, so I wanted to make sure you were okay” He said literally looking anywhere but me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He’d spent a whole month doing the most to avoid talking to me and now, not only he dangles his happiness in my face , but he also has the audacity to ask if I’m okay?

“Yeah I wonder why that is?” I shot back. Hotch went to reply but I cut him off. “No no let’s think about it. What could have possibly made me leave? Was it the fact that Derek telling a story? Nope that doesn’t seem to be it.” I said sarcastically. “Oh, maybe Spencer was rambling about something random? No doesn’t sound right? Gosh I just – I don’t know what it could have been. You got any ideas” I continued. Hotch starred at me, annoyed by my games but not enough to reply. “Wait I remember, it was the fact that my ex-boyfriend just wanted to shove the fact that he’s moved on and obviously didn’t give a fuck about me or our relationship further down my throat!” I concluded, standing up to leave.

“That is not fair.” He called after me. I stopped in my tracks, the anger growing inside of me.

“What? What about that is unfair to you?” I replied folding my arms over my chest.

“For you to say I didn’t care about our relationship” he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I scoffed at his words.

“Really? I think it’s perfectly fair considering how you’ve acted. It’s clear that you have no respect for me or what we were.”

“Just because I spend more time with Haley now doesn’t mean that I’ve just disregarded our entire relationship.” He sounded exasperated.

“Spend more time with her? Hotch she was practically fucking you on the chair in there.” I yelled. I’d tried so hard not to lose it but his lack of understanding right now was getting too much for me. “I loved you so much. I gave everything I had into that relationship, and you’ve thrown it all back in my face over one twisted story that your wife decided to spin.” I ran my fingers through my hair trying to calm down. The last thing I needed was for the rest of the team to hear this. Although I didn’t care if Haley did. That bitch. “I don’t know what I did wrong to make you choose her. Maybe I just wasn’t as interesting as her, but you could not have cared less about someone who loved you more. She dragged you down, manipulated you into believing it was your fault that she fucked those other guys. Or when she made you feel bad for choosing to stay in a job that literally makes the world as safer place for people like her or Jack. All I ever wanted was to support you and be there for you to lean on. I wanted to be that one person you could turn to when you felt like the world was crumbling down and you would feel okay. I just wanted to be enough for you. Because that’s what you were for me.” I ranted. Unfortunately, this time I’d been unable to hold back my tears, but I was hoping the darkness of the garden would hide that. Aaron looked crushed, almost guilty. Part of me hurt to seem him like that but another part reminded me he deserved it. I’d say he broke my heart, but he broke much more than that.

“You were that to me too.” He mumbled. His voice was so quiet I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. Clearly noticing my lack of response, he continued. “You meant so much to me and I can’t tell you how painful it’s been without you.”

“Doesn’t really seem like that” I scoffed. He sighed before walking over to me.

“Listen the thing with Haley-“

“If you’re about to tell me why you’re back together with her, please don’t. I can’t handle that right now.” I begged.

“No listen. We aren’t together.” His words took me by surprise.

“What?”

“The night everything kicked off, I’m not going to lie – I did believe her. I mean when she told me that you’d told JJ everything about the divorce, yeah I was mad. It took me so long to open up to you about that, you know the insecurities and the fact I thought Jack was going to resent me or not want me in his life. I trusted you and you just threw it out the window.” I starred at him in shock, unable to speak. Hotch being who he was picked up on my reaction. “What is it?” He asked.

“I can’t believe that’s what she told you.” I said utterly blown away by the fact that Haley was able to lie about something so huge with such ease.

“What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that’s not what happened?” He sounded apprehensive.

“It couldn’t be further from the truth. She called me to ask where you were and when you’d be home. She must have thought I was lying because then she called JJ. JJ told her she knew she’d rung me and then she hung up.” I explained. Hotch looked just as confused. “I would never tell anyone those things Aaron. No matter how much you hurt me.” He didn’t reply. He looked so torn. “I tried to explain that to you on the night, but you weren’t listening.” I spoke. That caught his attention.

“I know I just felt so betrayed I guess it blinded me.” He replied. “The only reason I’ve stayed as close with her as I have recently is because she was going to keep me away from Jack. I know she had no solid grounds to hold that to and we could have taken it to court if it had gotten that bad, but fathers hardly ever win full custody. I didn’t want to risk it.” He explained. I nodded.

“I understand.” I got it. Jack was his world. And losing him might have just broken him. “

I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am that I let her get between us. I should’ve known, I-I should’ve trusted you.” He rambled. He begun pacing back and forth.

“Hey.” I reached out a grabbed his arm. “Yes you should have trusted me, I’m not going to act like what happened didn’t hurt. But you’re not a mind reader Aaron. You believed the first story you heard. I get it.” I reasoned. Tentatively, he reached out and took my hands in his, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.

“I missed you. Everyday.” He whispered.

“I did too. I loved you.” I replied softly. His gaze caught mine.

“Loved?” He asked his eyes wracked with worry.

“Part of me still does. I can’t just shut those feelings down. But what you did broke me. And I don’t want to risk that happening again.” I confessed. He nodded.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove myself to you. Because trust me, you’re all I want. And I’ll wait however long you need me to.” He replied. I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms travelled to my waist. Maybe we would get back together or eventually just drift apart, but right now I had my best friend back. And that’s all I cared about.

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《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 11 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

Other snippets and storyboards can be found on [Master List]

Lan Wangji knew his Uncle and the imperial court and the elders of the royal family were never going to be okay with him making Wei Wuxian one of his concubines. The servant status is one thing, but that's not the crux of the issue. The issue is that there's already a rumour circulating about how WWX is a wily fox whose sole purpose in life is to seduce and befuddle the prince. Xue Yang: quite a reputation you've cultivated for yourself. WWX: *kuzo's meme*.........ah yes, everything is all coming together now.

Lan Wangji is a smart boy though. He knows how to get what he wants. As Wei Ying inched towards full recovery from his whipping, the autumn hunt is upon them.

The autumn hunt in the royal hunts ground was a competition. Anyone invited could compete if they chose to, and of Lan Wangji's household, Jin Ziyan, Luo Qingyang and himself were in attendance. Mianmian, being his concubine and a woman, had two escorts/chaperones accompanying her for propriety, but flashed him dazzling smiles of gratitude upon her horse.

"I'm very grateful, dianxia, for your allowing this indulgence." "Of course," replied Lan Wangji from his saddle. "My Luo-furen should have what she wants." "Dianxia, ce-wangfu." Qin Su approached them and curtsied in proper form. "I wish you all best of luck in the hunt." Then to Mianmian, she said quietly, "Be careful, Qingyang." Jin Ziyan paid the two women no mind, but Lan Wangji saw the hand Qin Su had clandestinely wrapped around one of Mianmian's booted ankles. Oh...well, this is certainly a positive development.

The rest of the noble women not participating in the hunt rested in their tented pavilions, with Meng Yao as their hostess. They drank tea and ate sweets and enjoyed their free time to themselves. Meng Yao noted Wei Wuxian's absence from Jiang Yanli's side, as did several other noble women, but Jiang Yanli only smiled and said, "A-Xian has been living at my father's manor for several years and is an excellent marksman. Dianxia thought it a waste if he were kept from participating."

The truth of the matter is like this: when Wei Wuxian cheated and lied his way into Jiang-fu, he'd told Jiang Fengmian and his family that he'd lived most of his life by the charity of a hunter's family, and so had trained to hunt game in the wild. After the hunter's family died of some infectious illness that plagued the region, Wei Wuxian had supposed made his way into the city and found employment as a shop boy. He couldn't reveal that he'd been trained in martial arts, but there is no need to hide his skill as an archer. At first, it was so he could use archery as a common interest to get close to Jiang Fengmian's son Jiang Cheng, but Wei Wuxian soon realized that it could also be used as a way for Lan Wangji to cultivate further interest.

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Wuxian stroked the snout of Lan Wangji's beloved ferghana horse and grinned. "You really want me to ride him?" "Mn." "You...won't be mad then, if I win?" Wei Wuxian's grin turned slightly wicked. "If I beat you?" Lan Wangji's brow twitched with interest, "Not at all. That's rather what I'm counting on." "Yeah? And why is that?" "Because while I can claim victory with the sword -" "- Very modest, you." Wei Wuxian teased, grinning, which earned him a subtle little glare. "- amongst my cousins, my marksmanship is not unrivalled. You may have a greater chance of winning with him. Huangxiong promised that whoever wins today's hunt will be granted one wish." A wish? Wei Wuxian mulled over this information. His own mission turned and circled in his mind. If I could but gain access to... ... Of course, Wei Wuxian glanced at the prince and the saw the light in his eyes. Lan Wangji is probably thinking of something entirely different.

And so it was inevitable that went the count of the hunt came in, Wei Wuxian's name was at the top. Lan Qiren's little mustache just about flew off his face the way he scrunched it up in displeasure.

Gentries, nobles, dukes and princes watched with envy and shock as a servant came forth to accept the Emperor's reward.

"Jiang-xiong," Nie Huaisang leaned close to Jiang Cheng while they watched from the sidelines as Wei Wuxian bowed before the Emperor. "Why do you look so smug?" Jiang Cheng played with the end of an arrow with an air of mock innocence, "I don't know what you're talking about?" Nie Huaisang pulled at the leather of his riding attire in discomfort - this was so not his style - and tsked, "I know you, Jiang-xiong, you're not subtle. What did you do?" "I was the one who told Lan Wangi that Wei Wuxian is an excellent archer when I went to visit Hanguang-fu." Nie Huaisang understood instantly, "Oh....oh I see..." "What? Don't judge me! You know what they did to him. String up like some unruly animal and whipped. I never agreed with my mother's plan to send him along with my sister anyway. Wei Wuxian may be lowborn but..." Jiang Cheng scowled. "He's too good for them. For Lan Wangji. He's clearly not going to do right by Wei Wuxian. I won't stand to see a perfectly good man wasted as some prissy prince's concubine instead of being where he could put his real skills to use." "Shhhhh, ancestors, Jiang-xiong, keep your voice down! Words like that are a great dishonor against bixia, you'll lose your head!" Jiang Cheng shrugged.

Xue Yang *at a later times*: so lemme get this straight, you won the Hunt, and then Lan Xichen asked you what you want as reward - WWX - as a good little servant I said "I want for nothing that wangye and Jiang-zhuzi hasn't already provided me" - XY *rolls his eyes* Right. And then Jiang Wanyin came out of nowhere and said - "陛下，魏婴乃微臣之家生子，是前管家魏长泽 的独子， 因幼年时父母过世一直遗留市井。上天庇佑，几年前父亲将他巡回。魏婴为人端正淳厚，虽未上过学堂，但头脑机智。陛下也看到了，他弓发出众， 是。。。如能加强训练，以后必会为我姑苏所用 - " Bixia, Wei Ying is this subject's home-born servant, the only son of our previous head of staff Wei Changze. Due to the unfortunate passing of his parents in his youth, he has been getting by doing odd jobs in the capital. Heavens be willing, Father was able to find him after these many years and brought him home. Wei Ying is kind and righteous; though never have been taught by scholars, he is sharp of mind. As bixia has seen, he is a great marksmanship, is ... If he could be granted proper training, he would be a great asset for Gusu in the future. - And what a waste it would be if you were left to twindle away within the confines of a harem. I bet Lan Wangji just loved that. The balls on Jiang Wangyin - I do love his style. WWX You're the only one. Jiang-shushu just about had a heart attack when Jiang Cheng dissed Lan Wangji in public. Madam Yu nearly popped a vein too. XY: Yeah well, he's got a point. You may be Jiang Yanli's companion, but you're not Lan Wangji's concubine, you're just a servant with a skill. Honestly why shouldn't they put you to better use than waiting to maybe spread your legs for a prince who might just as easily toss you aside after the newness fades. WWX *slaps him up the head* Rascal! I'm your shixiong. Don't be so rude. Anyways, Lan Zhan, he - he was willing to let me go. I think he loves me you know - XY: He what now - WWX: He said - Lan Wangji came to kneel beside Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin and bowed to his royal brother, "Huangxiong, Wei Ying is the peijia of my Jiang-furen, a servant of my manor. I... I long knew he is an excellent marksman and should have submitted his candidacy for the ranks but -" Lan Wangji looked at him then, eyes huge with something unreadable. "Jiang-xiao-jiangjun is right. Wei Ying is good, his mind is bright. He would be more suited to militia than...than within the walls of the inner court." "Wangye, have you....have you grown tired of Wei Ying -" "Wei Ying, no -" XY: Oh barf. So please tell me you chose to go to bingbu (ministry of war). WWX: Going to bingbu was never the assignment. If yifu wanted me in the ministry of war, I would've infiltrated them from the start. I refused. And it had the intended effect. "No?" Lan Xichen leaned forward curiously. "Joining the ranks will elevate your rank to that of a subject of the imperial government, and if you are truly as skilled and talented as my brother and Jiang-xiao-jiangjun say, you may rise yet to stand in my court as an officer of the imperial military. You will have your own commission, your own manor, marry, have children - all things which will be forbidden to you if you remain as you are now. As you are male, you cannot provide for Hanguang-fu any offspring, and your low-born status has precluded you from the position of consort or even vice-consort. Have you considered your options carefully? " "I understand bixia, and my decision is made. Nothing would please me more than to stay by wangye's side. I regret nothing." XY: >_> And A this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact you're increasingly horny for Lan Wangji? WWX: Of course not. Because of Lan Qiren, I couldn't advance in Hanguang-fu. But now that Lan Xichen had given me his royal decree, I am Lan Wangji's sanctioned mianshou. XY: *insert eye emoji* So...y'all fucked? WWX *wistful, thinking about the night he spent at the autumn palace after the hunt* : We did, you pervert. Ya happy now? *WWX sighed* But I know who we are and what I must do. Yifu needs me by Lan Wangji's side, for what reasons I do not yet know. No matter how he and I are now... one day it will

all end. XY: *stares into the camera like he's on the office*

Note: yifu = Wen Ruohan, WWX's adoptive father.

[tempenensis]

Jujutsu Kaisen Light Novel #2

Firstly, @bonsai62​ provides me with raw text of this - so thank you very much! This is the first eight pages of the first chapter from the second light novel. That being said, I don’t know how much I get this translation right, but enjoy anyway. Though this is cut at bad point lol

The title of the light novel is Thorny Road at Dawn. Text in bold means that it is spoken in English. 

Chapter 1: Nobara and Toge

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“About Toge?”

August has begun.

Under the overlapping form of trees in the schoolyard, Panda asks back to Kugisaki who he has been holding on his arm and turning over 180 degree.

For the upcoming exchange event, Fushiguro is also working hard to train as participating first year.

He is in the middle of training with assumption that one-vs-one sorcerer combat can break especially during the fight.

Even though she is training, Kugisaki is now thrown towards Panda – repeatedly thrown towards him in a stage. But because it seems that her motivation is high, she’s become into it, as long as in the end she can be successful facing Todo and Mai even just a little bit.

“Yes. I understand Maki-san is worth of my respect. I also know that Panda-senpai is sorcerer with ability.”

“I also want you to say the same thing about me like Maki.”

Kugisaki answers as she stands up and brushes away leaves attached to her jersey.

“I respect you. I’m not saying bullshit about Panda-san.” (1)

“Well, if you become able to chat while being blown away, I’ll praise you.”

“My body can easily remember just blown like this.”

“Hooon. Then”

Panda looks around, confirming that Toge who went to pharmacy has not come back.

“What about Toge?”

“What kind of senpai is he?”

“Eh, you don’t know from talking to him?”

“Not that I don’t understand. Well, I know he is not a bad person, but if all his vocabularies are riceball fillings, talking with him will be limited, right?”

“We already get too used to it, right Maki?”

“Aah. Now that you say it, it naturally becomes question.”

Maki is spinning around a staff, sending a sympathetic look to Fushiguro after she lightly avoids Fushiguro’s attack and land a small hit on his head.

“It hurts…”

“You are thinking too much again with your head.”

Maki joins the conversation as she glances at groaning Fushiguro. Out of breath but clean of dust, she circles around Panda calmly.

“Among us maybe he is the best at taking care.”

“Yeah, he has a bright personality (2). If you exclude Yuuta, then he is the number one good person in our year.”

“His flaw is that he can get carried away a little.” (3)

“Is he?”

“You are the one who always get carried away when we are together, that’s why you don’t know.”

“That’s unexpected. We are not like that though. We like to join in the fun.”

Kugisaki’s body fitness is finally reaching that point where she can chat while doing her training. Even then, the second years who are lightly talking among them without difficulty remembers existence of Kugisaki of August (4) in the nearby stage.

Just a bit when Panda’s attention is at Maki as they converse, Kugisaki tries to do a feint from the side and mixes it with an upper but—

“Anyway.”

“Geh.”

Panda sways easily, then he hesitates a little before swipe Kugisaki’s feet in sobat-like (5) kick.

Kugisaki, whose pivot foot collapses, falls down rolling. Her body becomes totally irresponsive. In several weeks here, it’s a movement that she kept thought she could do.

That said she becomes irresponsive and she can’t win the match.

As he looks down at Kugisaki who makes a discouraged face, Panda opens his mouth.

“Toge is a good guy. That alone you should know.”

“….I see.”

More than that, her body has become irresponsive and her back is hurting.

The frequency of her falling down sloppily has not reduced, also buying a replacement jersey have also becomes necessary -- Kugisaki at summer time thinks with melancholy.

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The story continues when it has turn to fall.

After the incident of Yasohachi has passed, there’s a brief spare time.

At that day, Kugisaki is alone in Shibuya.

Fushiguro is locking himself up and reading in his room as he is still exhausted after he overexerted himself.

Itadori has gone out to watch a maniac movie in a cinema currently doing a whole-building screening.

Maki is currently on a mission different from Yasohachi bridge, so she can’t meet her conveniently in a while. Kugisaki who completely doesn’t have a plan, aims to go shopping to make-up and clothes shops which are hard to go with boys, then buy daily necessities.

“Winter clothes set, winter shoes, inner and foundation and…”

Grasping paper bags in both hands, she lifts them up as she confirms her haul today.

She doesn’t think she bought too much, but she has walked more than she had planned. Maybe wearing the pin heel boots she bought the other day is a bit mistake.

But it is a rare chance that she gets to go out and shop alone. There’s a lot she still needs to buy.

Kugisaki is thinking to go looking for bags next as she walks in traffic jam.

When she had just arrived in Tokyo, it all seemed to be glittering scenery. After around three months has passed, she gets used to it a lot, used to hearing noisy sounds.

That being said, it is a backside of being busy and lively. It’s a thing that’s called taste of convenience.

“And that, it is really a masterpiece.”

“Doesn’t it make you angry?”

“Hey, hey. Girl, are you alone? Are you free?”

“I’m in a hurry.”

“Salmon.”

“We’re opening a new shop! Please take care of us.”

“Are you not going to eat?”

“How much are you going to eat?!”

“It’s damned boring, how about we skip work today?”

“Mama, buy me that!”

A lot of voices. It’s an intersection where a lot of life collides.

There are daily life as many as the number of people, there are worlds as many as the number of people. In the city where many wills and voices flying around, of course there will be a lot of people who is feeling gloomy – but not Kugisaki.

For her who has a firm sense of self, she understands that everyone has their own way of living in the hustle bustle of the city, it even feels like a kindness.

Now that she thinks about it, the village where she comes from was suffocating.

An exclusivity that imitate the people who had come before (6). An ecosystem long existed that doesn’t recognize individuality of a person. A closed world that gently rot — exists there in that village, Kugisaki thinks.

Compared to the crowd of the city, it is tough yet she can live with freedom.

In the city, someone says that the concern towards other people is weak. Kugisaki laughs, thinking that is wonderful. She has her own way and won’t blame anyone over it. She will stand and walk with her own foot.

However, mixing in the city crowd during the holiday, a mysterious chance can happen.

“Hm?”

Kugisaki who walks towards the direction of Shibuya Hikarie (7) in the lane across the street, makes a face of remembering something as she found him. It is the only one of her acquittances who hides lower half of mouth with closed overly long collar.

It’s Inumaki Toge.

There is also another one. A male foreign tourist with thoughtful blue eyes who can’t be someone familiar. Kugisaki becomes interested on the exchange between the foreigner and Inumaki.

“What are they talking about?”

Kugisaki changes her destination, then crosses the road when the traffic lamp changes at the right timing, and strolls towards Inumaki. When she is near them, she overhears their talk.

“I’d like to go to SHIBUYA109.” (8)

“Salmon salmon.”

“Could you tell me where I can get a taxi?”

“Salmon roe.”

“Ah… Which way should we go?”

“Seaweed.”

“Ah…I, want to go. 109 (9). Please. Ok?”

“Salmon.”

“Shake?” (10)

“….Salmon?” (11)

“….Salmon!? Why?”

“Okaka…..” (12)

“Ee…?”

For some reason, in Kugisaki’s guess ten times over, it has become a troublesome situation.

She knows that Inumaki, who is a cursed speech user, only speaks in onigiri fillings to avoid sudden outburst of curse. How come that he is asked by foreigner tourist for direction.

No, Inumaki can use Inumaki’s way of showing the way – he points his finger and gestures using his body and hands. With that, she wonders if the foreigner becomes impatient (13) as Kugisaki decides to get in between the two of them.

“What are you doing, senpai?”

“Tunamayo.”

“It can’t be ‘tunamayo’. Jeez.”

“Oh! Geisha girl!”

“Who the heck is geisha girl?!”

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--- tbc (hopefully can do more)

(1) More literally, she is saying things about Panda that “doesn’t smell like fairy tale” (2) “His root is bright” is the literal translation (3) 悪ノリ (akunori) is a bit hard to be translated. It’s like, getting carried away in mischievous manner. (4) Overheated Kugisaki lol (5) Sobat : back kick in wrestling (6) literally “To follow the right” (7) A skyscraper in Shibuya (8) A department store in Shibuya (9) Spoken in broken Japanese lol. (10) Shake = salmon. He repeats what Toge said to him. In Inumaki’s language means “yes” (11) Salmon, as in engrish lol (12) Okaka = chopped katsuobushi, in Inumaki’s language means “no” (13) literally, “becomes hot”

[joannie95]

I Hope

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When the love of your life breaks your heart you hope he feels that same pain

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: angst, angst and more angst 

A/N: Oh my god its a miracle I actually wrote something. This story is base off of I Hope by Gabby Barrett I had fun writing it and I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you to @mo320 and @celestialbarnes for helping me with ideas and looking over the story.

As I sit with Bucky in the coffee house, I start to reminisce over our last few years together. Since the beginning it felt like he was it for me, I pictured a life with him. Get married, have a few kids, and grow old together. I reached across the table and held his hand in mine. I give him a loving smile but notice his attention is elsewhere. This has been happening more and more lately. I don't want to admit to myself that somethings wrong because as soon as I do, that future I've always pictured together could come crashing down. "Are you alright Bucky?" 

"Hmm?" He quickly looks up from his phone before closing the screen. "Sorry what?" 

"I asked if you're alright? You seem distracted." I try to meet his eyes but he seems to be doing everything to avoid them. 

"Yeah I'm fine, listen I know this is short notice but I have to go. Steve needs me at the shop a car part got delivered but no one can find it." He gets up ignoring your protests of never spending time together anymore. "I'm sorry, I'll see you at home." And with that, he's gone. 

I'm not sure how long I sat there, coffee long forgotten. There's a tap on my shoulder, I look up and see my friend Peggy. When Bucky and I started dating I became close with his best friend Steve's girlfriend. 

"Y/N how are you?" She pulled me into a tight hug. "Where's Bucky? I thought you two were spending the day together." 

"Yeah um, we were but he said steve needed his help at the shop. It's ok though." I was trying hard to convince her but it seems like I was trying to convince myself even more. "Are you here alone? Do you want to join me?" 

Before she could respond Steve walks up to the both of you and puts his arm around Peggy. "Hey Y/N how are you doing, where's Bucky?" 

They looked at each other when they saw the confused look on your face. "What do you mean? He was texting you earlier wasn't he? He said you needed his help at the shop." 

Steve seemed just as confused as me after hearing that. "I haven't talked to Bucky all day." He looked towards Peggy then back at me. "Maybe you misheard him." 

I quickly gathered my things and got up. "Yeah you're probably right, I should go." 

Peggy grabbed onto my arm when I nearly stumbled in my attempt to rush. "Please stay, you can join us." 

I quickly thanked her but decided it was best to leave. "No it's fine really, I need to go find Bucky." Once outside I tried to figure out what to do, I took my phone out and tried to call him. It rang three times before sending me to voice-mail, I tried once more and again it rang three times then straight to voice-mail. He had to see that I was calling him right? I decided it was best to just take a cab home and wait for him there. 

Once I was home I couldn't stop panicking. Why did he lie to me? What was he doing? I'm not sure how much time had passed but soon enough I heard the door close and bucky walked inside. "Where have you been?" 

He looks up with a smile as he's hanging up his coat. "Hello to you too." 

I got off the couch and walked towards him. I want to scream but decided it's best to stay calm. "Where have you been Bucky? And don't tell me you were at the shop because I ran into Steve and he said he hasn't talked to you today." 

"Doll." He takes a step towards me. 

"Just tell me the truth, we can work things out but I need you to tell me the truth." I blink the tears away and try to steady my breathing. 

"I'm sorry." He runs his hands through his hair and looks defeated. Either for what he did or being caught. "Nothing happened, I met her at work and she gave me her number and we started talking but we never did anything. I promise." 

"But something did happen!" I turn away trying to keep my distance. "Is she who you left me to see today, just tell me that." 

He looks down and kicks the ground. "Yes." He tries to take my hands in his but I pull back before he can. "I promise all we did was talk." 

"Just tell me why? Am I not good enough for you? Am I not pretty enough? I thought everything was fine but obviously if you have to go looking for someone else it's not." All these doubts are finally coming out, I never wanted to admit them but deep down I think I've always felt this way. 

"No that's not it, you have to believe me." 

"If I was good enough you wouldn't have had to go behind my back and lie to my face to meet her. Just tell me why? What did I do?" 

"I was stupid. Someone gave me attention and it made me feel good I never intended for it to go past talking I promise." He walked up to me and slowly reached towards me, this time allowing him he placed his hands on my cheeks and pulled me close. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. We can work this out like you said just please forgive me." 

"I don't know Bucky." This is the love of my life, but I'm not sure if the pain in my heart from finding out the truth outweighs the pain of never being able to hold him again. I place my hands over his and spoke barely above a whisper. "Please don't ever hurt me like this again." I look up and see relief in his eyes. 

He wipes away the tears that started to fall from my eyes before kissing me. First on my forehead, then each cheek, and lastly a soft turned heated kiss on my lips. "I promise I won't." 

And I believed him, I started to trust him again and everything was going so great. Until it wasn't. The first few weeks after the incident was great, Bucky put more focus into our relationship. It felt like it did when we first started dating. Romantic gestures, spontaneous date nights it was all perfect. Then one day I noticed it, he was more focused on his phone than he was on me. I tried to convince myself I was just imagining things, he wouldn't try so hard to work things out just to do it all over again right? 

I was getting ready for a date night, Bucky made reservations at a restaurant he knew I wanted to go to. While he was in the shower I was deciding between two dresses, a fitted dress that hugged every curve or a dress that showed just enough skin that was sure to drive him crazy. While I was debating on them I heard a ping from the nightstand and assumed it was Steve texting Bucky so I decided to ignore it and keep getting ready. After a few minutes, I heard two more notifications. "Bucky! Bucky your phones going off, I think it might be Steve!" Deciding to just save my voice I go grab the phone and take it to him. As I pick it up another notification appears and I feel the world stop and my heart shatter. No, no he promised. He promised it was nothing and he would stop. 

"Sorry about that doll, were you calling me?" When I didn't answer him he walked up behind me. "Y/N, are you alright?"  He was about to place his hand on my shoulder but my next question made him freeze in his spot. 

"Who's Dot?" I turn around and look at him not knowing if I'm more angry or heartbroken. "James, who is Dot and why is she so excited to see you this weekend when you told me you were going to visit your parents?" 

"Y/N, please. I can explain." 

I threw his phone across the room hoping it broke when I heard it hit the wall. "Explain what? Explain why you lied to me! Explain why you're probably screwing the girl you told me you stopped talking to! Or explain how you could throw this entire relationship away! I was stupid enough to trust you and give you a second chance and this is what you do." I push past him and start packing whatever I can into a small suitcase. 

He walks up behind me and tries to stop me. "Baby please, just stop and listen to me. I'm sorry" 

"No. I'm sorry that I thought I could trust you but I'm done." I keep packing and turn towards him once I’m done. "If you're willing to ruin us, ruin the future we were planning for her. Then I'm done" 

As I make my way towards the door he pulls me back. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. "Baby please." There's a strain in his voice, I don't have to look to know he's crying. "Please don't leave me, I need you. I love you." 

I force myself out of his hold and turn to him. "No, you don't, if you actually loved me none of this would have ever happened and you would have never put me through this much pain." I walk towards the door and put my hand on the handle. Before I open it I turn back. "Just remember that you caused this James, it was all you." Before I could hear his response I walked out and slammed the door. I willed myself not to cry, not yet. I get in my car and drive. I didn't know what to do or where to go but the next thing I know I'm standing in front of a house knocking on a door. It opens and they look shocked at my current state. "I know I may be asking a lot especially since you both knew Bucky long before I came along but I really need a place to stay right now." As soon as I was pulled into a tight hug the floodgates opened and all the emotions came pouring out. 

Peggy walked me towards a spare room and Steve brought my bag. She sat me down in bed and held me as I cried. The exhaustion from all the crying must have put me to sleep. I slowly open my eyes and adjust to the light coming through the door and attempt to sit up, a few moments later Peggy walks through the door with a glass of water in her hand. 

"Oh good, you're up, here drink this. After all that crying I'm sure you need it." She handed me the glass and took it back once it was empty. 

"What time is it?" I try to clear my throat, all that crying made my voice incredibly hoarse. 

A little past 11 pm, you slept for a few hours once you stopped crying. She sat down next to me and wrapped her arms around me. "You don't have to talk about what happened if you're not ready but you can stay here as long as you want. And you don't have to worry about James bothering you, Steve gave him quite an earful. I've never heard him yell at James that way as long as I've known them. 

Hearing that almost made me want to smile. "I feel so stupid Peg." My voice cracked and I felt like crying again. "How could I trust him again only for him to cheat on me again?" 

"You listen to me, the only stupid one in this situation is James. He knew exactly what he was doing and that's on him, not you. I promise you will get through this, Steve and I will be with you the entire time." 

"Thank you, Peggy, I don't know what I'd do without you" 

It didn't happen immediately but Peggy was right as always. With some time and help from my friends, I was able to put James and his betrayal behind me. Within a couple of days, I was able to laugh and smile again. Within a couple of weeks, I was able to stop crying over the pain he caused. Within a couple of months, I was able to go out with friends and have fun again even after hearing that James never stopped seeing that girl he was cheating with. 

That's exactly what I was doing tonight. I was out with Peggy, having drinks and enjoying life. We had a discussion that even though things with James ended badly I didn't want to lose her and Steve as friends and that it didn't mean they couldn't be friends with him either. Steve especially, I didn't want my pain to be the reason he loses a lifelong friendship. 

"Looks like we're out of drinks, I'll go get us some more." I weave through the crowded room and walk up to the bar and order a couple of drinks. While I wait I feel someone bump into me. I turn around and am about to tell them to watch where they're going. My eyes go wide when I see who's standing before me. 

"Y/N, hi how are you?" 

"James." You take pleasure when you see him cringe at the name. "I'm good, how are you and that girl you're seeing, what was her name again? Donna, Dora." I feign innocence as I incorrectly guess her name. 

"Dot, and we're fine." 

I follow his gaze towards a redhead who's getting a little too close to another man. "Looks like it." I turn and grab my drinks ready to leave this situation. " I should get going, Peggy's waiting." 

"Wait. Before you go I wanted to apologize for everything I did. I didn't mean-" 

I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "I'm gonna stop you right there, if you were going to say you didn't mean to hurt me then I don't want to hear it. You knew exactly what you were doing and you knew exactly what it would do to me once I found out and honestly at this point I really don't care." 

I take a step towards him and with a smile on my face tried to sound as sincere as possible. "I hope you both have a wonderful life together James. I hope you go on plenty of dates and I hope you know she's the one by the end of the night. I hope you never ever felt more free and tell all your friends that you're so happy.

I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans, I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on her perfectly manicured hand. I hope she's wilder than your wildest dreams and that she's everything you're ever gonna need." I lose your smile and continue in a serious tone. "And then I hope she cheats on you like you did on me." Before he could respond I excuse myself and walk back towards my table. 

"Hey I was starting to get worried, is everything alright?" 

"Actually Peggy everything is great." I smile as we toast and down our drinks. After tonight everything feels like it'll be ok.

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