#anyway YES GOD. GOD I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT.

[the-lying-heavens]

"Pick One Moment"

[Spencer Reid x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: A rough case in Dayton, Ohio brings unexpected emotions to the surface for you, forcing you to confront feelings you'd been hiding for years—feelings for Spencer Reid.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, moment of awkwardness

Word Count: 2.0k words

A/N: just based on the lyric 'And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you...I love you' from the song Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra because it's been stuck in my head. I've been planning to write Spence for a while but I've been intimidated.

Staying professional in Dayton, Ohio proved to be a challenge.

It had been a rough case, but what case wasn't, right? Just have to wrap this one up and you can go back to your house and dog.

Okay, fine, this wasn't like most cases at all, not to you anyway. This one had hit particularly close to home. And you didn't like that one bit.

This made you more short-tempered than usual, even snapping at a witness. After a lengthy lecture from Hotch, I mean from the look on his face you would think you had insulted him, he had 'benched' you by having you go through old files that might be related to the UnSub.

Hey, at least you got to do it with Spencer.

After working with him for so many years, you grew quite fond of him. Too fond maybe.

You stared at him going through files with a speed that should not have been human. 20,000 words at a minute, and you thought you were a fast reader.

"Got anything yet, Boy Genius?" you asked, flipping the page of your own file.

He looked up at you. God those eyes...

"No. This one isn't even related to it." he dropped the file on the table.

"Didn't you read the entire thing?"

"Yes," he replied, "It was interesting."

"You find everything interesting."

"Not true," he protested.

You rubbed your eyes, sighing. "Sure, Spence."

He tilted his head at you, a look of concern on his face. Adorable.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

You considered lying, you had been doing that the entire time you had arrived in Dayton after all, but decided against it. "Not really."

"Is it about your family? I thought this case might bring up some bad memories."

You couldn't help but smile at how quickly he had gotten it. "Yeah, something like that."

"Can I help?"

"Can you make memories go poof?"

He actually seemed to ponder it. "No. I'm not sure why you would want to."

"You never wish that you could just forget the bad stuff?" You knew what he had been through, you had seen quite a bit of it.

His brows furrowed. "I don't like the idea of forgetting anything. I mean, Mom forgets enough so I remember for her too."

You realized your mistake and winced. "Spence... God, sorry."

"It's okay," he reassured you. "You're remembering a dark time in your life, it can be overwhelming. Also explains you snapping at the witness, with your nerves on edge."

"Yeah?" You grinned. "It was going to be Morgan but the asshole left before I could. So collateral damage."

He laughed. "He's outside if you want to insult him now. I don't want to be collateral damage too."

"You? Never."

"Never?"

"Never," you repeated.

Oh, how you loved his lopsided grins. "Thank you."

"Always." If you could pick one moment to live in forever, it probably would've been that one.

Minus JJ coming through the door right then. "We got something."

You wanted to throw a file at her. Instead, you get up with a heavy sigh. The sooner you get this done the better, you had to remember that.

~~~

The BAU was heading back to Washington tomorrow, so you could leave this far far behind. Finally. This case taking up two weeks of your life was enough.

You sat at a cafe next to the hotel where you were staying. It was a cozy little place with a mostly brown interior and warm lighting. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air.

You sipped your drink, feeling the cup's warmth in your hands. You had been coming here for the past few days and you had to admit, you would miss this place.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked someone you recognized, glancing around the room before spotting you. With a smile, Spencer made his way over, pulling out a chair across from you.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

You smiled back, gesturing to the seat. "Not at all."

He sat down and looked around. "So this is where you disappear to?"

You hummed in confirmation. "it's a nice place to think."

He stared at you for a while before nodding thoughtfully.

"What?" you sipped your coffee.

"Just... Are you feeling better?"

You shrugged. "Yeah, UnSubs behind bars. What more could I want?"

"Closure," he replied quietly.

You pressed your lips together tightly. "It's fine Spence. I'm alright with it."

"I don't think you are."

"Spencer," you said, a hint of warning in your voice, "You want to help, I get it. But not with this. Okay?"

It was an unspoken thing, the way Spencer always seemed to know when you needed space and when you needed someone to push just a little. He respected your boundaries, but there were moments—like this one—when his concern slipped through the cracks.

He sat across from you in that quiet cafe, watching you. You couldn’t tell if he was waiting for you to speak or if he was just giving you the time to process, as he always did.

It had been a rough case, yes, but that wasn’t why you were still here, staring into your coffee like it held all the answers.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his. He was still staring at you, quietly, as if he could see past your walls.

"Spence," you said, your voice quieter than you intended, "I’m fine. Really."

He didn’t respond immediately. His hand rested on the edge of the table, and you could see him fiddling with his fingers. That subtle nervousness he only ever seemed to show when he wasn’t sure what to say, but he knew he needed to say something.

"I don't believe you," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. “I’ve seen you too many times to believe that everything’s okay, especially when it’s not. You’ve been holding it in, and I know that—"

"Spencer—" you started, but you were too late. He was already talking over you, his voice getting faster.

"Please. I just want to make sure you're alright, okay?" He sighed, his eyes briefly darting away before looking back at you. “I just... I care about you."

Everything felt very... loud. Too loud.

He looked at you expectantly, almost uncertain. Maybe, just maybe, he was waiting for you to make the first move.

You cleared your throat. God, you really hated moments like this, when everything inside you seemed to tremble at the prospect of just being honest.

His hand shifted on the table, and before you could stop it, you had reached out to touch his fingers. It was the smallest of gestures—barely noticeable—but it was enough.

For a long moment, you simply looked at each other, the conversation hanging in the air. There was so much unspoken between you, so much left unsaid. Maybe that was the problem.

Before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out of you, quicker than you could catch them. "I love you."

Spencer's face went completely still, his eyes wide as he processed your confession.

You had not meant to say that. You didn’t. It was an accident. You weren’t ready. You weren’t ready to put that kind of pressure on this, on him, on whatever this was.

But the words had slipped out anyway. You stared at him, feeling the heat rise in your face, hoping the ground would swallow you up.

"Sorry-God, I'm sorry," you quickly got up and rushed out of the cafe.

He just sits there. Frozen.

If you could pick one moment to rewind, it would be this one.

Oh, you fucked up big time.

~~~

You had never been more ready to get home, but unfortunately, there was an hour and thirty minutes on the private plane. With him.

Usually, you would spend an entire flight, after a case well done, talking to Spence. But after yesterday? But not this time. Maybe not ever.

You could feel Spencer’s presence beside you, but he was quiet. So quiet. Not the usual playful banter, no sudden bursts of random trivia or observations. It was almost like he was giving you space... or maybe he was just too uncomfortable to say anything.

Your eyes flickered to him once, twice, each time hoping for some indication of what he was thinking. He was staring out the window, a far-off look in his eyes, his fingers curled loosely around a book in his lap. For a moment, you almost felt the pull to apologize again, but the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel obligated to comfort you. You had put your foot in it already. Now, it was time to ride this out and pray it didn't become permanently awkward.

But Spencer, as always, was unpredictable.

"You don’t have to apologize," he said, his voice quiet, but it still carried across the cabin, cutting through the engine's hum.

You stiffened, eyes fixed on your lap. Had you been that obvious?

"I wasn’t going to," you said, a little too defensively.

He didn’t respond right away. You could feel him looking at you, the weight of his gaze making you want to curl into yourself.

“You know I care about you, right?” He said it so gently, like he wasn’t sure how you were going to take it.

You felt your chest tighten. Care about you. Those words. He was still speaking, still looking at you, but it was hard to focus on his words because everything was spinning around that one sentence.

"I do," you replied. You had to stop yourself from saying more—there was more you wanted to say, needed to say—but you couldn’t. Not yet. Not until you figured out where your head was at, where you both were at.

Spencer shifted in his seat. He didn’t look hurt, but there was something in the way he held himself. Maybe he was just holding back, afraid to push too hard, afraid of what that push might break.

You finally took a breath and turned to face him. He was still watching you, his expression a mix of concern and... something else. It was the something else that had you questioning everything.

"You don’t have to say anything," you added quickly, "I just...said something stupid. I didn’t mean to make things weird."

Spencer didn’t break his gaze, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Not his usual goofy grin, but something softer. More real. Something... intimate.

"It’s not weird," he said, his voice still quiet, "You’re not the only one who gets nervous around here, you know."

You blinked at him, genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"

His smile flickered, a small laugh escaping him before he adjusted his posture and leaned back in his seat. He seemed less tense, more at ease, "I’m just saying... I’ve had my own share of... feelings. I just didn’t know how to... deal with them."

Your breath caught in your throat. Spencer had feelings? For you?

The question hovered between you like an unspoken truth, but it seemed too risky to ask outright. Instead, you glanced down at your hands, the heat rising in your face.

And then, finally, you said something else, the words coming out quieter than you intended: "Do you think... we can just... forget it happened?"

You almost expected him to shrug it off, to offer a playful remark about how awkward it was or how maybe you'd both laugh about it someday. But he didn’t do that.

"No," he said softly. "I think maybe... we should talk about it. When we’re ready."

Your heart fluttered. Was this... was this him telling you he was ready? That maybe he wanted to figure it out too? Or was this Spencer, as usual, just giving you a window to process everything at your own pace?

You weren’t sure. You weren’t sure of anything. But you couldn’t deny the weight of his words, the connection that had always been there and that seemed to grow stronger the more time you spent together.

"I’m not great at talking about feelings," you admitted, looking over at him sheepishly.

Spencer chuckled softly, a breath of amusement. "Yeah, I’ve noticed."

You gave him a sidelong glance, your lips twitching into a reluctant grin. “Smartass.”

"Hey, you started it," he teased, finally breaking the tension just a little. "And I’ll finish it. But not right now. I think... we both need time to think."

You nodded slowly. He was right. You both needed time. The last thing either of you needed was to make rash decisions while emotions were still running high.

"You’re not mad?" You asked it before you could stop yourself, the doubt creeping in.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Spencer’s face was open and sincere.

"I don’t know. I just..." You didn’t finish your sentence. What was there to say? How could you explain the mess of emotions you were still trying to sort out?

He reached out across the seat, almost as if he was testing the waters, and placed a hand gently on yours. The touch was brief, but it sent a spark of warmth through you.

"I’m not mad," he said again, more firmly this time. "Not for that."

You were both quiet for the rest of the flight, but the silence between you felt different—more like an understanding, like a promise that when the time was right, you’d figure it out together.

It wasn't the one moment you would pick to stay in forever, but it was a moment you didn't mind being in for the rest of the flight.

[lara4eclipze]

so I was thinking if you could maybe write a Megan × fem reader where they're Roblox girlfriends and decided to meet up irl (idk I just think it would be so cute haha)

“Roblox?”

— ( 💻 ) "maybe we should meet irl lol" Megan chats , "why not?" you reply

— ( 🎧 ) online dating , fluff , swearing, LEWSERR , cuties , established relationship (girlfriends)

— ( 🎮 ) ackk I love this request!!, it fits Megan so well :)) love you anon!! , made this longer than I expected lololol

stranger danger is something you know and apply in your life — you can never really trust people online especially when you haven't seen how they look or know much about them

but that rule just gets broken whenever you play Roblox , the whole thing of Roblox is meeting and playing games with strangers online

sometimes you're lucky with who you meet but most times not — it was worth the risk for you , instead of getting bored

Mei_Berry05:hii ^^

y/nniee_06: helloo!!

"I love her avatar" you murmur to yourself as she approaches you — your avatar was... something! compared to hers

you were playing adopt me who cares what you wear— but she was cute the way she typed was very nice

Mei_Berry05: can we be friends??

y/nniee_06: yeah sure! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

and just like that you two became friends, over the span of a few weeks she would always match with you—join the games your playing and buy you robux whenever you wanted a gamepass

ding

she was honestly so cute , but you always wondered how she looked like or how she was in real life god knows she might just be a old man behind the screen

∞

a notification rings your cellphone, it was her!, "can we play mimic??" you read her chat — you weren't really that good in horror games but you'll be with her anyways it's okay

y/nniee_06: Sure!!! — I'll just set up my laptop :))

Mei_Berry05: okayy just join me when you're ready

"okay meii" you replied as if she was listening to you , you open your laptop blinded by the screen brightness

you join the game greeted by her jumping and emoting Infront of you , you giggle as you see her reaction

Mei_Berry05: hi!! ^_^

y/nniee_06: heyyoo! , lets play :]

Mei_Berry05: okay follow me

she chats jumping up and down in the game , the game was fun and very hard — you had to repeat the same level almost 7 times , megan practically carried you throughout the game , soon enough you felt very bored of the game the overuse of jumpscares just made you sick of it

Mei_Berry05: wanna play adopt me?

Mei_Berry05: please?? :((

you can practically see her frowning even in real life so you immediately agreed — plus as immature as it sounds you loved adopt me

y/nniee_06: okayy , join me! <3

you type enthusiastically on your laptop , the keyboard was beat up by the amount of times you typed this fast and hard

the game was fun you both scammed some kids , and bought the recent egg the ocean egg , hatched it and got a legendary octopus!

Mei_Berry05: soo can I ask you something?

y/nniee_06: yeahh? why what is it??

Mei_Berry05: can you be my g!rlfri3nd? :>

you were taken a back, maybe because you didn't expect it or more on because you two only knew each other online and it's not even on social media but on roblox

y/nniee_06: YESS!! , so can we? match fits?!?

you chat back smiling to yourself in real life — you wait as she types in chat

Mei_Berry05: YAYY (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ , yes we could match fits!! ### sm

you laugh as her chat gets tagged , it was three letters so probably "ily" i love you , aww

"pulling a girl , but in roblox" you chuckle to yourself , the first relationship you had was built in roblox not only that but in adopt me

weeks and weeks pass by and not a single one ended without you two playing some random game on Roblox sometimes you both just chat about your day— you didn't know much about her other than she was in Hawaii and she loves dancing

∞

Mei_Berry05: I'm actually in LA rn!

y/nniee_06: oogofmdi I live in LA WDYMMM?? UR HERE?

your heart was about to jump out of your chest with how excited you were , were you gonna meet her finally?

Mei_Berry05: maybe we should meet irl!!

y/nniee_06: why not?

and just like that you two started planning where and when you two would meet it was nerve wracking to say the least — you were gonna see your girlfriend! , but you weren't sure if it was safe..

∞

"I'm so nervous what the fuck" you mutter to yourself as you wait for her , you both agreed to meet in the local café near you , you sat down and already ordered a croissant and a iced mocha

everytime someone new entered the cafe your heart raced , but then she walked in — she had this calming and soft aura to herself

"hi! — y/n!!!" she exclaims as you wave your hand at her , she runs up to you hugging you

"hi mei!" you replied back , she was so cute , the slight tint of pink to her cheeks and that cute smile gosh your actually gonna die

you two talk about life and other things laughing at the first time you two met , and how you two were girlfriends in roblox

∞

after a long day you two walk in the breezy night , with ice cream to both your hands , her fingers interlocked with you as if she's afraid you'll float away

"i love you , i really do" megan whispers loud enough for you to hear , "I never would've imagined how much I'll love you more when I met you"

"I love you too—promise me you'll visit me more often 'kay?" you replied as you felt all warm inside a contrast to the cold whether

as you stop in front of the city fountain you lean your head onto her shoulders, enjoying the quiet company she provided, the warmth she made you feel

you look at her , she looks at you her face scrunched up as she tries to analyze what you were thinking — a beat passes by and you meet her lips with yours , hers was sweet and soft it felt right it was right

she smiles into the kiss , and holds onto your nape prolonging it , "I love you" megan mutters your foreheads pressed against each other , "I love you too" you replied

[dreamspring]

#rbing again w ur commentary bc yes to all this like yes yes yes#and I wanted to add. antigone in her grief gets so wrapped up as you said#that she genuinely starts seeing anyone who opposes her as an ‘enemy’ in a way?#obviously this means creon for the most part but ismene too#and I think that a large part of ismene’s reluctance to act is not because she doesn’t necessarily agree with antigone etc#but because she’s aware of her and her sisters positions particularly as women#like not to bring gender into it (except im right)#but like. is ismene *just* a coward? or is there more to that.#and yes abolsutely on top of that and most importantly: ismene is the only one left at the end#she’s lost her whole family! and now shes in that position I wouldn’t be surprised if she wondered whether it was even worth anything#anyway also there’s the way that ismene represents duty to your state in a much more measured and subtle way than creon#like. the whole play is divine/gods vs man/state. creon ordains an order and antigone dies defying it because deference to the gods is#what she chooses instead. n remember that the whole point is that *neither* of them are completely wrong or completely correct!#like. Greek maxim n all that: nothing to excess.#they are both excessive in their respective devotions - gods or state#so ismene. idk it’s been a while since I read the play but she has always felt like the subtle middle ground#the compromise the negotiator. if antigone had been more receptive to being told to just hold on a moment#would the two sisters have been able to work out a deal of some sort with creon? who knows!#that isn’t really the point because the tragedy wouldn’t exist if it didn’t end this way#but. my point being. when taken in isolation#ismene is Antigone’s ‘mirror’ fulfilling the role of creon#but when taking creon and the context of the play into account#she’s more of the middle ground between them?#idk. sorry for the essay. im trying to avoid going to bed.

prev..... ur mind is humongous....... thank you for all these thoughts ur so so right. like EXACTLY i think ismene and antigone (but especially ismene) are both very aware of what will happen to them if they are caught breaking the law and its just that antigone is. suicidally and recklessly leaning into that whereas ismene simply does not want to die. like antigone being brave for doing what she does (which she is!) doesn't make ismene a coward it makes her nonsuidical. (i think!)

and ur point about gender... yeah exactly. and also (on an unrelated note! sorry for the tangent) it makes me think about the way that antigone sort of transcends gender boundaries in the way she turns her expression of grief (the burial of her brother) into an act of protest... when the performance of ritualised mourning + of grief itself was women's work, antigone's performance of the practical ritual of burial (which is not something women were supposed to be involved in) turns her personal act of grieving into a gender subversive protest against creon's attempt at controlling her/denying her ability to grieve. (which is also what her suicide at the end represents to me... idk. that was just a thought!)

AND YES.... that's something i hadn't even considered but ur SO RIGHT. the idea that ismene represents moderation or the middle ground between extremeties... nothing in excess!!! there's something about the way that both ismene and haemon try to talk antigone and creon respectively out of their brash decisions as the voices of reason but are both rebuked and shunned (ie. antigone dismissing ismene as not really loving her and being 'creon's champion', the same way creon accuses haemon of disloyalty and being a lovesick fool for antigone), ultimately leading to tragedy. tldr. these are all such good points thank you sooo much for sharing ur thoughts with me!! <3 <3 <3

ismene/antigone; on being left behind

all highlighted excerpts from sophocles’ antigone, trans. hugh-lloyd jones // other excerpts in order: louise glück - tango / jodi picoult - my sisters keeper / unknown / mine / halsey - graveyard / unknown / mine / seamus heaney - the burial at thebes / mine

[anachronistic-falsehood]

WHISKEYYYYY i need 2 reread it and make sure its not total garbage but if my quackity thing is still semi good i will send u the wip version of it <3 bc i am soooo bad at finishing fics esp bc im not all that invested in dsmp anymore but i respect ur input on writing and would love 2 hear ur thoughs on it 😌 its gonna b later tho bc im about 2 go out and wont be back til late. BUT IF U WANTED. i would 100% do that

YES YES YES. MAC. YES. OMG. making grabby hands at u rn plsssss send it i would love 2 read it aghahgahhghgighugh

[mashmouths]

so i started this show and it just gets worse and worseeeee not only did it lift the romance subplot directly from twilight (and not well) but they also are trying to play the forbidden love angle hard in the fantasy racism vein except it's a "cross-species" relationship between the two whitest people i've ever seen in my life and there are three people of color in the whole (first season of the) show who aren't villains and it seems that every other episode (and sometimes ebery episode and sometimes twice an episode!) there is a man physically or magically subjugating a woman and i keep waiting for the big reveal at the end to be stolen from fucking rainbow rowell

[memento-morri-writes]

This is far from my best work, but it's 1:30am, and I needed to get this down before I slept or lost my mind. So here, take a snippet of Rook seeing Zara again for the first time in 3 years.

Trying, and failing, to keep his voice from shaking, [Rook] said “Hello, Captain.” Mouth still open in surprise, [Zara] replied “Well, hello yourself.” The reality of what she was seeing seemed to hit her as she rounded the desk. “Rook, is that really you?” He nodded. “It’s me.” Zara ran towards him, stopping just short of touching him, and said “What did she do to you?” Rook’s heart stuttered and he had to brush his fingers together to confirm Sigmar’s ring was still in place. Could she possibly see through its illusion? But then he remembered what Lanny had said. She knew where you were. His throat clenched and he choked out “Two years.” A wave of grief swept across Zara’s face as she said “I’m so, so sorry.” Rook shook his head vigorously. “It’s not your fault.” Zara ignored him. “It is my fault. I failed you. As your captain, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe, and I failed you.” Rook wanted to say something, to reassure her, but she pushed on. “She sent me letters, told me all the terrible things she was doing to you. I… I let you down.” Those words hit Rook with the force of a dozen cannonballs. Lanny had said that Zara knew Wolf had him, but knowing that Zara had been aware of what Wolf was doing to him… somehow that was more painful than any wound Wolf had ever inflicted. He barely managed to force his next words out around the lump in his throat. “Where were you?” And why didn’t you come? “She said she’d kill you if I came to get you. Or if I hired anyone to get you. You’re standing here because I stopped sailing.” 

(honorary one-time tag for @space-writes bc I remember you enjoyed my other bits about Rook and Zara.)

[chadsuke]

Comics Read in 2024:

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Vol. 14 by Fumi Yoshinaga (2018)

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Vol. 15 by Fumi Yoshinaga (2019)

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Vol. 16 by Fumi Yoshinaga (2019)

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Vol. 17 by Fumi Yoshinaga (2020)

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Vol. 18 by Fumi Yoshinaga (2021)

Manly Appetites: Minegishi Loves Otsu Vol. 1 by Mito (2019)

Restaurant to Another World Vol. 1 by Junpei Inuzuka & Takaaki Kugatsu (2017)

Restaurant to Another World Vol. 2 by Junpei Inuzuka & Takaaki Kugatsu (2017)

Restaurant to Another World Vol. 3 by Junpei Inuzuka & Takaaki Kugatsu (2018)

[ID: Covers of the aforementioned books. End ID.]

[airanke]

Every day I sit here or lie in bed thinking about how much purity culture destroyed me.

[kikuism]

need more pathetic cringefail emo girls and kuudere girls in my media if im being so honest

[benvoliotheorphan]

Me: Yeah I don’t think I can really ship Kratos with anyone. It’s just really hard for me to imagine him in any sort of romantic relationship. Yes I know he was married twice, but still-

God of War Ragnarok: Shows flashbacks of Kratos with Faye

Me, with tears in my eyes: Oh, okay, nevermind.

[themyscirah]

Not Tom King diagnosing the problem with his own run in issue #2

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

the whole notion of stealing hearts in p5 has provoked many thoughts in my mind for how funny this would be in other medias. example being thanos palace and pt taking very wary very confused avengers into the metaverse

[shidoukanae]

Did a study of a panel i like for a manga with absolutely my favorite female character i've seen yet and thought i'd post it here too in the hopes of eventually finding fans of this series when they inevitably, like me, look for more content of this story :'D

I could gush about this funny, lovestarved, absolutely downright sympathetic and villainous lady who absolutely deserves to be family with the protag for so many hours if you let me she is literally so perfect and everything I have ever wanted from female characters before.

I've gone from going "ooooo she's such a cool antagonist who is such a funny little mystery i LOVE her" to "yeah she's kind of on the insane spectrum but tbf who wouldn't be fucked up in her situation TwT" to "i WILL cry over her and she is completely in the right for doing what she's doing and i can't believe i ever believed she wasn't the heroine she's supposed to be :'D"

[rotisseries]

NARINES 4EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what if there were two guys that not only hated each other viscerally on a personal level but also everything they individually stood for and they tried to kill each other and there's no universe where they both make it and they have a hundred differences and a thousand similarities and they both die for drako and this started as a joke but why does narines lowkey go hard

narines will be an absolutely banger #Problematique rarepair when you're famous

[mekatrio]

can we be serious..

[scattered-winter]

Have you ever seen the Young Justice cartoon? It’s one of my favorite animated series of all time.

young justice was what got me into dc comics, actually! I've since kinda moved on to other hyperfixations but there was a time where this blog was fully dedicated to yj lmao <3 I have some (unfinished 💔) yj fics on my ao3 that haunt me daily