#bc i have the brain of a child and anytime i do something i want to run to the nearest adult and go

[on-leatheredwings]

[isa-ghost]

shaking you by the shoulders. gnawing at the bars of the enclosure. begging screaming yelling sobbing crying for some happy qphil hcs . phil and his children. what do they do to destress. how do they recover from tragedy . p lease

Yknow what I need these so badly rn, I'm doing this ask first. Happy qPhil time.

qPhil headcanons masterlist

qPhil is a simple man. His kids are happy, he's happy. I've touched on this previously but they make him laugh so much. They're the fastest way to make him happy.

Seeing random pretty birds while on wandering adventures is another thing that makes him happy. They make him think of Rose.

I have to mention flying. I have to. I know it's angsty bc his wings are fucked. Shhh. Shut. Shut the up. It made him so happy. It still does, he has a glider and a grapple hook and a trident with riptide SHUT UP LET HIM FLY.

The times he and the kids share music together. The kids fucking love Battlecry and Dreamland and the three of them will start belting it out together.

Obligatory sparring mention. Listen some of the fandom makes pvp his whole thing and personality and that's not true but he's still good at it and likes it a lot. Esp when he gets to be unnecessarily homoerotic with Fit or Etoiles.

Building makes him happy ofc. Creating in general. He can't remember atm but he used to be an architect you could say, discovering the creations of the hardcore gods and tidying them up. Getting to make creations of his own for someone like him to discover one day feels fulfilling, even if he doesn't quite know why currently.

His friends' laughs make him happy. Fit's especially. You know the one. The one he does anytime he gets to be up to some fun destructive rebellious bullshit.

Messages aren't the only way the gods, especially Rose and Kristin, communicate with him. They give little signs that are subtle enough to go unquestioned by others but noticed by him. They're always with him and that makes his heart full.

I can't not mention his own stupid jokes he makes with the purpose of making Lullah especially die inside a little. His lame jokes are for him and him alone sometimes.

His crows and their dumbassery make him happy. For all the shit they affectionately subject him to and all the disapproval he puts on about the said shit, he'd be pretty lost without them. They've always been reliable to make him smile or at least feel heard when he has no one else.

He fucking loves all the cultural exchange he experiences with his friends. He could listen to Missa or Cellbit or Etoiles or literally fucking anyone talk for hours. God his friends are so cool and so are the things they tell him about.

Obligated to mention that the thought of Chayanne, a child, beat Ender King's ass for 3 days straight and bruised his ego so hard he gave up using Phil as a meat suit. It always cracks him up without fail.

Getting to reminisce to people about things. Especially memories of Techno or things he's done with Goddess of Death. He loves any excuse to talk about them and how awesome they are.

Crow brain means adventuring and finding cool loot makes him happy. Fuck EK he tainted it a little but Phil will reclaim the hobby if it kills him. He loves the rush of opening a new chest and seeing what cool shit awaits inside.

Okay listen this idiot is allergic to self care sometimes but god does he love the chill days where he and the kids just sit around or stay in one place and just hang out doing something fun and low energy. It's why he hates the reset. He wants the goddamn places they'd do that at back.

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bc i might have been motivated by comments on twitter and my own hubris... here is part 2 of the post trimax vashmeryl baby au

part 1

Snorting into wakefulness, Vash’s hands tightened, immediately feeling for the baby. He was relieved when he felt her familiar weight on his chest, his tense frame relaxing back into the plush couch. Falling asleep was not something he had intended to do, but ever since crossing that threshold the night before he had felt an uncommon reprieve from the title of ‘outlaw’. Perhaps it was because he was under the protection of Meryl Stryfe.

Meryl.

Sitting upright and clutching his daughter to his chest, Vash turned his head around the room, seeking for any sign of his friend, but he was only met with the dim light of the early morning. It laid in little dots on the wall and countertops, the single sun peeking in through the blinds. 

“Meryl?” Vash called, but the sound only summoned his daughter’s whining, her face buried in his chest for a bit too long. Pulling her into a more comfortable position, Vash said, “Sorry, little one, but it seems we have lost our host.”

Venturing through the small apartment, Vash was unable to find any signs of human life. The insurance agent had seemingly disappeared into thin air. He suddenly felt a wave of anxiety.

Why did she leave? Where could she have gone? It was still so early in the morning. Far too early for work or any other proper errands. Did she leave to go get camera equipment? This would be the perfect opportunity to catch him while he was down, unable to run from an interview. Maybe she wanted to exploit the baby for views.

Vash shook off those intrusive thoughts, feeling guilty for allowing himself to think of Meryl in such a way. Despite the fact he knew they had moved on from insurance to video journalism, he had a strong feeling that Meryl (and Milly) weren’t likely to expose him during his lowest points. Although, he wouldn’t consider the small child in his arms one of his lowest points. 

Deciding to have faith in the woman and squash his fears, Vash shifted the baby in his arms and began scavenging for something to eat. He'd just repay Meryl (somehow) for the food, so she shouldn’t mind if he ate the veggies in her fridge that looked like they were about to go bad. He also found a can of generic chili, excited to eat something spiced with his various dry vegetables. 

The babe squirmed, her chubby arms freed from her swaddling and waving about. Vash set his breakfast down to try and stick her arms back in, but she had a discontented look on her face, frowning ever so slightly at him with pouting lips and round knowing eyes. He wondered if he had once looked like her. 

Vash quickly swallowed the strange hot bile that rose anytime he thought about how much he and this little girl must resemble each other, seeing as she would almost certainly only contain his genetic makeup. And that meant she contained the same makeup as Knives. He swallowed again at that thought, focusing more intently on his scrappy meal and less on thinking.

Lucky for Vash, he was exhausted even after his short descent into sleep. He didn’t have much room for thinking or reminiscing (not that there was much to reminisce on). Instead, he let his skilled hands do the work of carrying a child and pulling flowerettes of broccoli from the head. He plopped them into a pot, intent on filling it with water and boiling the green vegetable. He’d apologize to Meryl about the smell later.

Letting the veggies boil, Vash searched for another pan, hearing the creak of the cabinet door and the front door. It took far too long for the signals to reach Vash’s brain, likely getting stuck in that hot goopy emotions he had swallowed earlier.

“Good Morning, Ma’am! I brought some breakfast. Just some poppyseed muffins I-”

Vash turned just in time to see Milly freeze, one hand on the door knob, the other holding a plate of fluffy muffins. Her jaw hung open, but she didn’t wait long before sliding the muffins onto the couch and rushing forward.

“Mr. Vash! It’s been ages since I’ve truly been able to talk to you! I had hoped you would-”

Milly froze once again, this time just shy of wrapping Vash in a tight bear hug. Vash’s face was scrunched up in apprehension as he pulled his limbs in and clutched his baby to his center.

Surprise turned to awe and then to excitement as Milly ran through her spectrum of emotions. Then, far too loud for a man who had only slept three hours in the last week, Milly shrieked, “A baby! Is that a baby?! I love babies!”

Waving a long finger in her face, Milly made little cooing noises while the baby looked back, a bit unimpressed. That was to be expected, seeing as she was only three days old; appeasing others was not yet on her to do list.

Milly’s smile was quite lovely to see this early in the morning, adding to the brightness of the rising suns. Her eyes flicked over to his, “What a lovely little baby. He or…”

“She,” informed Vash, his voice rough.

“Well, she’s adorable. What’s her name?”

Taking in a deep breath, Vash realized he hadn’t said the name aloud yet.

“Tesla.”

That vivid smile of hers continued to keep his spirits up, “That’s so pretty! I’ve never heard a name like that before.” Milly waggled her finger again and Tesla nearly caught it with her own chubby fist that had once again broken free, “She has such pretty eyes, just like… well, just like yours,” she said matter of factly. Then, standing to her full height, Milly looked at him curiously, “Where.... Vash, where did you get a baby?"

Speaking frankly, Vash said, “She’s mine.”

Eyebrows raising, Milly said, “So I was right: she does have your eyes. But when did you get Meryl pregnant?”

Vash felt his heart stop

Milly barreled forward, “And how did she hide it from me? She’s so small and would have such a hard time keeping it a secret, unless it was cryptic. My mom told me that she had a cryptic pregnancy with my little big brother, but they’re so rare. Was it during Octovern? The time frame would make sense but I didn’t think we had any alone time to-”

Vash was reeling from Milly’s ramblings and assumptions, “Milly!” he said, interrupting with a bit too much force that was certainly influenced by his overwhelming embarrassment, “She is not Meryl’s!”

Cocking her head, Milly let out an awkward laugh, “Well then, whose is she?”

Looking down at Tesla, Vash’s tense brow relaxed, “She’s just… mine.”

Milly gave him one last skeptical look before accepting his vague answer, likely accustomed to his aversion techniques, “I’ll get the answer out of you eventually, but for now it honestly looks like you need breakfast and a nap.”

“I just woke up.”

“And yet,” Milly said, which was only the beginning of a sentence, but it clearly described her opinion of his situation, “Why don’t you take a seat and eat a muffin.”

Vash graciously took one, biting down and enjoying the fluffy texture immensely. His last month had consisted of dry rations and the rare drink he could afford at the even more rare saloon, but as of the last few days Vash hadn’t eaten anything.

He took three more muffins.

“I���m glad you like them,” said Milly from the kitchen where she adopted Vash’s mismatched set of ingredients, “I added just a hint of lemon to them. I’ve had too many overpowering lemon muffins in my time.”

Vash just took another bite while she spoke. Tesla wiggled slightly when a crumb fell on her face. He wiped it away.

“It seems you have the makings for a pretty good omelet,” Milly noted as she rolled an onion in her hand, “But I don’t see why you’re boiling broccoli.”

“It was going bad,” Vash said through a mouthful of muffin, “Figured I should use it before Meryl gets upset that it's rotting in her fridge.

Milly slid a cutting board out from one of Meryl’s few drawers. The kitchen was certainly compact– a characteristic of many December apartments if Vash’s experience was to be trusted– but it held a vast and valuable collection, “I thought as much, but it doesn’t pair well with your other items,” she turned to him, “I assume you were just trying to get in as many calories as possible?”

Milly Thompson: always able to see though to the very core.

Pulling off the wrapping on the final muffin (which was extremely hard to do with one hand) Vash answered, “Seems like you already know the answer to that one, Milly.”

She just put on that wide, knowing grin, “Then broccoli and eggs and muffins sounds like a perfectly balanced breakfast to me.”

It might not be in terms of flavors, but it definitely packed a significant amount of nutrients for one plant. And for Meryl, if she ever reappeared. 

As if reading his mind, Milly asked while cracking the remainder of the eggs into a bowl, “Is Meryl here?”

He let out an exhale, a bit strained, “No. I haven’t seen her since I got here last night.”

“She didn’t call me when you got here.”

“I guess I should say when I got here this morning.”

“Ah,” she said in understanding, pouring the recently whipped eggs into a ripping cast iron, “Well, she’ll turn up eventually. Especially since we walk to work together in the next hour.”

Vash hoped he could stay awake long enough to see her return.

[smoooothoperator]

Hey love, so I was stalking ur profile bcs why not? And I LOVE what a shame. I was wondering if u could write something about Julet talking with elastin just after the wedding, and Charles being a bit jealous but just really fluffy. OR the birth of their 2nd child and agin all fluff with Charles crying or something and just being really happy

Thanks

I just made it a liiiiiitle bit sad in the middle, but with a happy ending, I promise

warning: miscarriage

The first pregnancy was planned. They went to the doctor for help and they were so cautious with everything

But the (real) second one was unexpected.

It was the night of an awards show.

She won an award and Charles went with her while Anne stayed with Pierre and Valerie.

Things got steamy and they forgot protection (they were a little drunk to remember that she wasn't on the pill and that they needed to use a condom)

The weeks after that happened she started to feel sick, being nauseous during concerts and having to cancel one of them because she was too tired and weak to perform

So she went to the hospital with her manager, doing tests and making sure she didn't have food poisoning

She was alone, Charles was on a race week and Anne went with him because she loved going to his races, feeling safer on his garage with her uncle rather than being on a stadium hearing many fans screaming and loud music

Anne is the biggest fan Juliette has, but she's a daddy princess

"Well, it seems that you are six weeks pregnant" the doctor said smiling

"W-what!" she exclaimed

Neither Charles and her planned this. She can't even remember when it was

"Shit" she mumbled looking down at her abdomen

How will Charles react?

After having Anne, they just loved being on their bubble of three. But it wasn't enough. The house they bought was too big for the three of them.

They adopted a puppy, but it wasn't enough

So they just tried again. And again. And again.

Until a test came with two lines.

They were so happy.

But that day came.

It was on Spa. In that moment she was only a month and a half pregnant, only their family and close friends knew about the pregnancy.

The race started with gray skies, and something didn't feel right. It made her stomach ache so bad, feeling how her guts twisted thinking that Charles would be driving a fast car in a few hours with the sky looking like it would be raining anytime.

Juliette was nervous, too stressed. It wasn't good for the baby.

Even if Charles promised her that he would be safe, that nothing would happen to her, she had that feeling on her chests and on the back of her brain that kept repeating that something bad will happen that day.

And it happened. But not to Charles.

It was something so simple, nothing the doctor saw on her first check up.

The fetus wasn't developing, it never was alive, so her own body did the job and eliminated it.

She still remembers the way her abdomen started to hurt suddenly, making the people around the box look at her after she gasped loudly. And when they saw the blood running down her thighs under her dress they knew what was happening.

They had to tell Charles through the radio. He retired to be with his wife.

So when the doctor told her she was pregnant, again, she panicked.

What if she loses the baby again? What if she can't have more babies?

"Is it alive? Please tell me the baby is alive" she begged.

She walked out of the hospital with a picture of an ultrasound on her bag, the melody of the heartbeat on her ears and a baby in her womb again.

She wants to tell him. But she has to make sure that the baby is alive

So she just waited. A week. Two weeks. Three weeks…

Until she was two months pregnant.

"What is this?" Charles asked, looking at a bag she gave him after a race

"Oh, just a gift" she smiled, biting her lip.

He frowned surprised and opened the bag, gasping when he saw two little shoes like the ones he was wearing with bis racing suit

"No way" he gasped. "No way! For real?"

"For real" she smiled, hugging him. "It's healthy, the heartbeat is so wonderful"

"How far are you?"

"Two months" she whispered in his ear.

He was just happier than ever. Finally, their rainbow baby.

The next time she had to go to a check up was when they were going to guess the gender.

"What do you think it will be?" Juliette asked him, holding his hand while waiting.

"I really don't care" he said. "But I want another girl"

"Just because you could spoil her, hm?" she laughed.

They kept it a secret for a long time. Their friends wanted to have a party to know the gender, so she just gave the letter with the results to their friends so they could take care of it.

"You know… if it's a boy I know how we should name him" he sighed, rubbing her belly softly.

"Really" Juliette smiled, kissing his cheek. "Oh, I think the baby read your mind"

"A kick?" he smiled.

It was the first kick.

The party day arrived.

Anne was the happiest kid in the world. She's a big sister, she wanted to meet her new sibling as soon as possible.

"What do you want it to be?" Juliette asked her daughter while brushing her hair on two braids.

"A girl! So I can play with her"

Charles and Juliette walked to the backyard, everything was decorated with pink and blue and many friends were there, all of them excited to see what gender will be the next baby Leclerc.

It was with a cake. When Juliette and Charles grabbed the knife just his they did on their wedding and cut the first slice, a bright blue color made them smile.

"A boy!" Charles exclaimed, making all their friends cheer for them and hug them.

Juliette stopped performing months ago, but that didn't stop her from making music, composing more songs for her husband and kids.

With seven months pregnant she was nominated to an award, and even if she was pregnant, that didn't stop her to go there.

Everyone talked about how stunning she looked, how beautiful and happy she was with her belly.

"What's the name of the baby?" "You already thought about a name?" "How far are you?"

Everyone wanted to know about it. But she just kept it a secret because it was special.

Even on her speech after receiving the award, she called her son "Little Leclerc"

And the day arrived.

None of them were working, but none of them were in their house.

Her water broke while shopping, so none of them could grab the hospital.

"Shit, shit" Juliette gasped when she felt like peeing, feeling the liquid splashing and falling to the floor.

"Oh shit" Charles gasped and held her hand, only to receive a big squeeze when her contraction came.

They just left everything there, and grabbed Anne from the cart, running to their car and driving as fast as possible to the hospital.

"I hate this, I hate you, god it hurts" Juliette gasped feeling another contraction.

"I know, I know, just breathe" Charles said, holding her hand.

"Breathe my ass!" she exclaimed. "If you don't drive faster I'll have this baby in this car!"

"I know! I'm doing the best I can!" Charles said nervous.

Anne was on the backseats looking at her parents, laughing. Her brother was coming finally.

"Call your damn brother" she groaned. "We don't have the bag. Hurry!"

When they arrived to the hospital he was the first to jump out of the car, looking around and asking for help while Juliette got out of the car slowly, holding her heavy belly and walking uncomfortably.

"I swear this is the last one" she groaned.

"Okay, okay. No more Leclerc's, I know" Charlea sighed, picking up Anne and going with her inside the hospital.

The birth was faster than expected, since she already dilated enough during the ride towards the hospital.

"I told you I could give birth in the car" she groaned holding Charles hand when the doctors started to come and get there ready.

"I know, I know. You are right" he whispered. "You are so strong"

At this point he wasn't feeling his hand. Not like if he cares.

He was holding her leg to help her as the doctors told him.

Only a few pushes, she only needed four to have their baby in her arms

And when they heard the cries, Charles couldn't keep his tears, cutting the umbilical cord and looking at how the baby looked at Juliette with big eyes.

"Hello Hervé" she whispered, holding her son's tiny hand.

"Hervé Anthoine Leclerc" Charles whispered kissing her lips.

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[neteyamsilly]

Chapter three had me a mess😭 please it was so real like, gave me flashbacks to when i forgot to tell my parents i had an ear infection and passed out, they came home to me laying on the floor with blood leaking out my ears🧍🏻‍♀️

What is it with dads and expressing their worry through making you think they hate you… like i tried to GASLIGHT MY DOCTOR INTO IGNORING THE INFECTION WHEN IT GOT WORSE CAUSE I WAS SO SCARED😭

Anyways, what if reader like refuses to talk to Jake for days so he’s like convinced she’s still mad at him and hates him (miscommunication makes my bones rattle😍) while reader is just terrified of Jake telling her something like he’s disappointed in her so she’s trying to out it off as much as possible???

just an idea my silly goofy daddyissuesveteran mind came up with, whatever you do will feed me for day🙏 Ik you have another series lined up but avatar is engraved in my mind rn and it won’t leave anytime soon so if you right a family AND romantic angst fic with very specific and niche bits of fluff then i will worship the ground you walk on😍😍🙏🙏

GODDAMN ANON WHAT........ but i get it... the more it gets worse the scarier dads get bc they dont know how to express their worry in a healthy way and hate feeling that way so they get angy (they dont know how to comfort) 💀 your dad was probably horrified because im over here cringing at the blood from ears PLEASE

and oh the good old miscommunication trope LMAOOOO i hate it but i love it. jake is like the perfect character for this and it's very likely this would happen. reader would definitely not want to see his reaction but jake would keep thinking that she has a right to hate him now because what kind of father drags his child home bleeding in immense pain and NOT notice??? so he'd not say anything at all EUGH

THANK YOU BY THE WAY 😭😭my avatar brainrot is not leaving as well, dont worry! but now my people pleaser brain wants to know what niche ur into so i can master it LMAO

[tumblasha]

why was i like that (tl;dr in tags)

today i clicked on sgc's ig profile and saw that they use they/them pronouns now. and it makes me want to cry.

bc even tho we Literally went to high school together-ish (they were 3yrs after me?) we had such different experiences.

i was a Girl who hung out with guys who didn't respect me, went out with a boyfriend who was nice to me, and was too shy / awkward / busy being that shy nerd stereotype [1] that i had no "deep friendship". you could ask anyone anything about me and they wouldn't know the answer! and i wouldn't know anything about them!! [2] bc we were a small class (169) and everyone in town was a mix of neighbor and cousin, i got my invites to parties and dances, but i overall felt like i was on autopilot. i don't remember my life until i was ~16 [3]!! why!!!

i think a lot about how dr uju anya had a whole husband and child but over time realized she was a lesbian. not to parasocialize too much with this academic weapon, but i feel like i also had this experience (to a much smaller / younger degree). and i feel so sad thinking about how i could've saved so much pain in high school if i had just known i wasn't wired to like guys like that [4].

and i remember lindie [5], someone who's ~30 now and has been with her now-husband since she was ~13. one day we had a good phone call (post-hs-graduation) and she told me that for literally everyone else she could possibly see romantically / sexually, she's a lesbian. but she and her husband have literally Grown Up together. her love for him is something that goes beyond platonic / romantic / sexual attraction. it's a life partnership in every sense of the term.

this phone conversation lit a lightbulb in my summer 2019 brain. i knew that this high school bf of mine could be a life partner. we started dating when i was 11 or 12 and !!! we both saw each other grow up (at least to some degree). but something in the pit of my stomach told me i couldn't live a lie like that. it wouldn't be fair to him for me to have this self-discovery and just .. continue as if it didn't happen?

and so when someone said that dr. uju's pre-lesbian marriage was "sad" bc she didn't know she was a lesbian, i got (in my head) defensive. bc "it's totally possible to be happy and ignore this part of yourself!" (it's not).

for the longest time i told myself that being bisexual was the easiest sexuality to have bc i knew i liked women and i could always just end up with a guy to make my family happy, if i had to, ya know? i got mentally defensive when ppl online said that "invisibility is not a privilege" and "biphobia is real" bc i was subconsciously using this label as a way to hide the fact that the mere thought of a life with a man made me anxious / nauseous / scared.

and boy did that fear kick into overdrive anytime i was around a guy. if he even smiled at me, i'd go a little silly. it didn't even matter if he was straight, bi, ace, gay, or anything, i'd just latch onto the fact that it was a Man talking to me and i couldn't stop thinking about them and any comment they made that made them seem bored / annoyed at me made me spiral about my self-worth. but if there was ever a case that i Thought they even Maybe had an interest in me, i'd get nauseous again. to this day i feel like i still put guys up on a pedestal so i just have ... no guy friends [6].

this novel is a silly way of saying the following things.

the label "lesbian" is a vibe rn

heartstopper is a painful show for me to watch

sorry if ur a guy i met before i turned 20 that i was weird around : ( /nbh

sgc looks so happy. they're out and they look so happy. why couldn't that be me.

why was i like that.

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[1] i had a goofy jock bf tho so was it really so bad?

[2] and to a certain degree this continues today? i don't know how to hold a conversation, i don't know how to ask questions, i don't have good memory of the conversations i Do manage to hold, my #1 fear is playing the newlyweds game with literally anybody. i once described making friends as 'learning a person's scripts / common conversation topics' and the other person in the room just kinda said 'haha yeah...' and i continued to pset :skull:

[3] and 16-17 was my sad era where i cried basically any time my bf and i were alone together. that man was so patient w me lmao

[4] why do i always say no? why can't i just calm down? why is it weird to describe us as 'friends but we also make out'?

[5] one of the coolest ppl i know. (death + suicide mentioned in this footnote) she was the french teacher that replaced my old french teacher after she died, and lindie really suffered for us. bc it was a catholic school, she was forced to cover up her tattoos, and she had to wear longer clothes (admin always told her to cover up even when she was wearing Long Clothes). she went through so much (miscarriage, lost here sense of self, etc.) and was literally suicidal but she still showed up for us. one of my fav teachers and an inspiration to this day.

[6] except for the two dudes (that might be) reading this, y'all are cool and literally the best. afaik i've been Normal around y'all so yay! growth!!

[mojaves]

SEB TIME YEAAAA 🚗🎻🎶🍛🤓🤩

🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

of COURSE he has a drivers license he is essentially the resident car fucker of the group [not literally but. with the amount of things he does with people on the backseat he may as well be] and he is a damn good driver at that. slightly less experienced with motorbikes, more likely to fall on his ass, but generally manages a trip relatively unscathed. i wouldnt trust him with any sort of boat or aircraft though

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

very advanced at both guitar and piano [: he had a lot of time to practice growing up, and that was one of the few things that kept him sane during his downtime at arasaka, which is where a lot of his skill developed very quickly over a short period of time. he can also sing a little too!! he's a little embarrassed about it sometimes, considering the impact the jaw/neck incident had on his voice, but he's being very brave [and it sounds very sexy trust me]

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

theres not really any specific genre he likes listening to more than others, it's more like, he prefers faster, more upbeat stuff i guess?? bc music generally has a Very big impact on his mood, so listening to something much slower would send him spiralling if he's not careful. that never used to be the case, but ever since arasaka installed the chip in his brain, he's been much more sensetive to sound, sometimes even to the point where it physically hurts. that doesnt happen all too often luckily, and he has hundreds upon hundreds of vinyls at his workplace AND at home that he plays constantly. he likes the medium, and also it's generally just. Softer on his ears rather than like, blasting something from a computer for example.

🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner?

answered here!

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

entirely depends on the day and the situation, but he's generally very chatty and can even come across as Over Confident at times, but that's just mostly a 'side effect' of having to deal with clients who are annoying as hell, day in day out. he's used to dealing with all kinds of people, so he's very at ease in most social situations. but, if you catch him on a bad day, or the vibes are just Entirely too off with the environment, or the people he's talking to, you will NOT!! get a single word out of that man. he can be very stubborn when he wants to be. or he's just zoned out entirely and you're not getting him back anytime soon.

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

with jobs, he's a planner. well. he plans a Little bit. he thinks it's a solid plan, and then literally anyone else at the base has to essentially hand his ass to him and fill in the [entirely too many] gaps left in the plan, so he doesn't end up dying or something. and then he proceeds to barely follow the plan anyway, partially bc he forgot, partially bc he's stupid. that doesn't happen ALL the time, but it's almost comical how often it happens. he comes out of the job fine, but also looks like he just stepped on a landmine. his ability to think Reasonably and NOT impulsively got launched out the window after arasaka fried his brain. he's doing. okay??? but sometimes he needs to be put on one of those child harnesses so he doesn't just straight up walk into oncoming traffic [which HAS happened before. by the way]

[sweetmoonstorm]

HELLOO!! I saw that your requests were open so I wanted to request something for Ninjago!!

Basically a hc where the ninja see the reader as their baby sibling (so obviously platonic) and they would do anything for them and protect them on missions or if they got in trouble with others! Just some sibling fluff because we are in need of this stuff!

Hopefully that made sense and hopefully you're having a WONDERFUL day! Thank you❤️

Yw + Ty!! <33

There r gonna be spoilers for certain seasons in this-

So Basically for hcs with a reader that is viewed as a lil sib to ninjas.

You will definitely be treated like a child/baby.

This is just assuming you're one of the youngest in the ninja group, (including Lloyd), or you're a bit childish, whatever it would take for the ninja to view you as a younger sib.

Most likely, you're very close with them, or at least most of them, and know lots about them, and they know lots about you!

That being said....

There most definitely will be light hearted teasing/joking about you being 'the youngest' of the group no matter your age, and that may be annoying at times.

If you dislike the teasing/jokes though, they'll (tro to) stop.

So, into the ninjas relationships with you.(Lloyd, Kai, Cole, Zane, and Jay, including Nya)

Zane

Personally a fav of mine, Zane is really the guy to go to when you need help in the brains department.

He's also an excellent cook, who'd be willing to give the youngest sib something to eat whenever you're hungry.

I see Zane as the one who's although not the best at understanding emotion, will try to comfort you if you get upset or annoyed by one of your other brothers/sister, or are just having a bad day in general.

"Stay Calm y/n. Good things come to people who are able to stay calm."

"...you got that from Master Wu, right?"

"Yes, I did. Did it make you feel better?"

"...Sorta. Thanks Zane."

"I am here anytime you would like to talk, little sibling."

Allow me to add-

Even if you get scolded for getting into trouble, Zane will have this kinda look towards you that's like :

'That was very brave of you, y/n', or 'Good job defending yourself.'

He'll probs talk to u abt the event after it happens too just bc-

Jay

So we got the master of lightning.

If you're the type to tease, then here's the guy-

Aside from Lloyd, Jay's the only one who's ' element' isn't actually an element-

Cue you messing around with him and playfully joking abt his element.

Now if your element isn't actually an element either, well be prepared-

For more fluff stuff, Jay and you will probably compete against each other along with the other ninja, or maybe he's just gonna pester ya while you're doing something.

For the whole when he gets the hots for Nya, Jay may or may not ask for dating advice. Depending on how your love life is n stuff.

Now according to generic protection, Jay will try n seem a bit tough, beat up the evil with his nunchucks, y'know?

Keep the youngest safe (not that it really matters how old you are, you're gonna be the youngest to the master of lightning-)

Cole

Now, I feel you'd get along best if your element had something to do with earth, or you're just a nature enjoyer in general.

But for the general subjects.

Personally, I'm able to imagine Cole as like, the older brother who didn't realize what was going on, though that role may fit Kai or Lloyd better.

He and you may have disputes at times, along with Jay, but y'all get along in general.

And while I didn't really talk about this in the Jay section, when the time comes to where they're arguing over Nya, you could just be a lil sneaky and tell Nya legit all about their arguments over her as a youngest sibling would,

Or you could ignite the arguments a lil more, or who knows??

It's really up to you-

During battle, Cole will act similar to Jay, tryna show off some, but he may check on you a bit more often, quick glances to make sure you haven't run off to fight an enemy in Narnia or some bullsh-

Kai

Ima just jump to the protection start bc I've got more ideas for this fiery boi-

Seeing as Kai's lil sis, Nya, is also in the group, he'd probably be the most protective out of them all.

While all the Ninja care about you, Kai's the one who actually has experience with his lil sis Nya, and likely knows the best ways to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble.

Tbh, he'd probably treat you the same way he treats Nya.

Telling you to 'stay back so you don't get hurt', or to just don't do stuff that'll get you hurt, making sure you're alright, getting defensive over you when the others start arguments, etc.

It does NOT matter what role you play or how good/bad you are in battle, Kai's gonna treat you like his bio lil sib

Well, i suppose that would depend on how long he'd known you, but, stillll

That would actually prob be the main reason he argues with you.

Despite wanting you to be safe, along with Nya, Kai still has that fiery personality of his, to match with his element.

But for general, Kai can be a fun guy to be around!

Kai would like it if you got along with Nya too.

Not only would he get an additional lil sib, said sib gets along with his bio sib! Win-Win!

Lloyd

Ok so

This one is the youngest if we ignore the part where you're seen as the youngest sib/are the youngest.

Since he never actually 'grew up', and had to deal with some sorta potion that deals with ages(it's froma certain episode I don't exactly remember) I feel Lloyd would be more... Eh, awkward.

Assuming you were with the ninja from the beginning, Lloyd joined in later on, and it'd probably feel weird to him seeing he can now refer to you as 'lil sib'.

Maybe you'd be the one that got him back into mischief making.

Not too far to the point where y'all end up summoning even more legendary tribes, but harmless pranks and such.

Or you'd be able to help him adjust to life as a grownup! Who knows?

Lloyd, I feel would be one who tries to deal with things more... Idk, his way.

When protecting you, the amount of power that goes into his attacks depends on the level of danger, but the main priority is to keep everyone safe, which includes you.

Seeing as the ninja often made him stay behind on missions when he was still a kid, I think Lloyd would sympathize more with you on the whole having to stay behind bc "mission to dangerous for lil sib" thing.

Nya

This gonna be a lil shorter-

Will sympathize with you as well in the whole having to stay behind missions thing.

(Og Ninjago fans will remember what she did in s1 during that whole samurai thing)

During that time period, she'll maybe help you w your own contraption so that you can do missions as well.

Oho but during the part she found out she got her mom's powers?

She bout to go ham on those tryna hurt her lil sib ':)

And that's all I got. I hope this is likeable, and I apologize for this being rather very long anon!

-SMS

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[euclydya]

CHaRaCTR BINGO 4 FIRST 3 CHaRaCTRS 2 POP IN UR HEaD (OR MORE OR LESS. UP 2 U) l l3>

HAIIII HI HI BESTIE HAI :3c

ok first is Pain Threshold:

again trying to keep to My thouhts on canon characters not oue sysmates but soemtimes. the System Bias™ is difficult to . ignore FHDJSKDKFFJ ESPECIALLY W PT! FJDJSKFJF

so like. I! Love Her. So Much. I care abt her somuch she's so niceys here and we'd be in hell without her around but also. I would run up behind her and slap her in the baxk of the head and run away I would beat the shit out of her I would kill her if givent je chance I would activate PvP SOOOO HARDDDD ON HER. but that's bc we're in the same group [Physique] so it's liek sibling violence hereGJDKDKFKGJG

CANON PT THOUGH IS SOOOOOOOO. SCREAMS!!!!!!! VIBRATES!!! GIRL THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUUUUU. <3. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK FOR EXAMPLE:

[also ft. composure whom is also not normal btw! 👍]

She's just sooooo. Idk. I care abt her both source & in-sys. she's Importance. I'm normal. I would not hesitate to kill her and she would not hesitate to kill me WE'RE BESTIES <3 FHDJSJFKFKFFK

SECOND UP IS CONCEPTUALIZATION:

ok so source Concept like. I do not enjoy him much. Like. Like. Xe gives off Pretentious Artist Vibes. aHfjFjdjdjsjwjd which I guess tracks!!!!! from its in-game description: "Conceptualization has a special role it wants you to play in this world – not the role of cop, but of Art Cop." THAT'S SO SILLY!!!!! ZE'S silley. Like I cannot take their ass seriously I'm sorryFJCKSKFKFJD

But besides that she's not A Major Asshole just. Ju.gh.ead levels of Weird Pretentiousness source-wise! BFNXNXCNGJ

system-wise tho it's like. Well I *have* to respect you or you'll erase me! [HYPERBOLE] FJJDFKDKDKF

also has one of our fave lines in the game:

like what fhe fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!! one of the dialogues ever tjanks!!

in conclusion I'm rotating hym in my brain thankyou 4 coming 2 my ted talk

AND FINALLY!!!! HALF LIGHT!!!:

IM NORMAL ABOUT THIS KID [LIE] POINTS!!!!!!!!!!!! HTAT'S MY ADDOPTED SIBLING WAOW!!!!!!

ok sO!!!! this fuckigm. THING. this goddamn CREATURE of a skill. ok. ok! ok!!!!!!!!!! sys bias is Extremely hard 2 ignore w it! because we saw it and were immediately like THAT THANG IS A WHOLEASS KID and thhe fandom barely agrees???!!!!!! UNDERSTANDABLE PEOPLE CAN HAVE DIFFERENT INTERPRETATIONS BUTEVERYONE IS WRONG ABY THIS ONE THIS TIME SORRY! [JOKE!!!!! DO NOT KILL ME] so that's my unpopular opinion there!

ok where do i Start. uhhhh. this kid. thIS KID!!!!!! OH MY GOD the embodiment of fight or flight and trauma responses. ok. OK!!!!! SOMEONE GIVE THIS LIL GUY LOVE AND ATTENTION STAT WHAT THE FUCK! EHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!! it's incredibly violent and SCARED and waht the fuck who hurt youuu!!!!!!!!! oh my god dude!!!!!!

has done nothing wrong ever. "It actively encourages Harry to kill" ok and! maybe it's right. <3. have u ever thought of That. like. Half Light is Harry's inner child and Half Light most certainly deserves a gun!!!!!! LET THAT KID KILL thank u HFJFKDSKDKDJCJCJD

As much as I love and care for this bastard however I would not like to meet canon half light irl. Because. It would take one look at me and very very much attempt to actually kill me. and I would not like to die anytime soon! JFKCKCCKFKFKFK

and ik I crossed off "I like the fanon better for this one" but when we say that Assume we mean "I like whatever version of them exists in our system better than rhe canon version" it is especially true for half light LMAO

SO! i support children's rights AND wrongs [read: Half Light should be allowed to kill WHENEVER it wants. for whatever reason.] However I am not exempt from the Cain Instinct I'd absolutely defenestrate it if given the chance JFNDMDNFNFFNSJRJ

-Electrochem

[reidslibrarybook]

Give Up

Couple - Spencer x pregnant!reader

Requested - can i request a little blurb where like reider (you know who this is bc of that lol) asks spencer if there’s someone else bc he’s still sleeping in the living room and she knows it isn’t true but her insecurities get the best of her? maybe like a part two to the fic you just wrote? i thought of that and i was like i need my heart strings pulled

Warnings - language, sexual innuendos and lots of them , insecurity, not proofread (lmk if i missed some)

Summary - Spencer’s been leaving bed abruptly since the start of your pregnancy, what was more interesting than staying home with you and your daughter?

Category - fluff and hurt/comfort i think?

Word Count - 4k

A/N - this one is kinda cute ngl but reader is hella dramatic lmao.

ident and italics = flashback

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Marriage was a two-way street, an agreement of compromise and a vow to never let go of the other. Your pregnancy was not easy in any way, filled with horrible discomfort and an annoying possibility of mood swings every time something ticked you off.

The two of you had to give up lots of things to make your little family work, especially since you were carrying your second child. You and Spencer agreed to make more time for each other and your kids— the both of you stepping down from the dangerous or time-consuming aspects of your jobs.

You always wondered if he secretly resented you for prompting him to give up his work as a field agent at the BAU. He was still there, working with Penelope at the office instead of flying from state to state every week, but you couldn’t help but question if a part of his heart blamed you for withholding him from doing something he loved.

He constantly reassured you but you were never certain despite the happy smile that was plastered on his face whenever he was around you or your daughter, Aurora. You thought the name was fitting since he always called her his ‘little princess’ but you preferred a shorter one, so the two of you settled on Aurora and Rory for short.

Spencer loved her and he loved you, at least you thought so.

Every day, in the early morning before dawn, he’d leave the bed and come back an hour or two later. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get up every once in a while because his brain wouldn’t stop churning, but, much to your chagrin, the act had become a daily occurrence.

You never knew where he was going and you didn’t want to ask either. Ignorance was always your downfall and it was clear that the flaw wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.

“Mommy,” your eyes fluttered open to see Rory standing at the edge of the bed near your face, “Wake up, Mommy.”

You nodded groggily, “I’m awake. What’s wrong?”

“Can I sleep with you please?”

You smiled and nodded, sitting up just enough to pick her up from the floor and roll her over to the center of the bed… a bed that was missing Spencer.

“Where’s Daddy?”

You pulled her close to your chest, being careful of the little bump on your stomach that continued to grow.

“I don’t know, love.”

“Daddy left earlier, I saw him leave.”

You furrowed your brows as your heart rate began to pick up from its resting state. “You saw him leave?”

She nodded her head rapidly, her tiny hands continuing to paw at your back. “Mhm, he told me not to tell you.”

The figure in your arms began to wiggle out of your grasp until she was flush with your face.

“Please don’t tell Daddy I told you, I don’t want him to get mad at me.” She squeezed your cheeks with her baby hands, rocking your head from side to side to emphasize her point.

“I promise, Rory. Now, you have to get to sleep. You have school tomorrow,” you whispered into her hair as she returned to her position with her face in your neck.

She slowly moved her head up and down until soft snores fell from her lips. You were still wide awake, your mind wandering to the different possibilities. He could be anywhere and you had absolutely no idea where ‘anywhere’ was.

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Your eyelids opened as soon as you heard the creaking of your bedroom door, a tall lean figure walking in and sliding into bed wordlessly beside you. Your body had a visceral reaction to his return, immediately gravitating towards him and reaching your hands over to grab him closer for warmth.

He looked over at you, completely surprised that you had woken up so quickly after his return. Spencer tried his best to open his eyes so they’d adjust to the dimly lit room, illuminated by the soft glow of both the moon and the sun.

“Y/N, you’re awake?”

You nodded, squishing Rory in between the two of your bodies as you nuzzled your head into his chest. Your nose scrunched up as your senses were bombarded with a familiar scent that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Where were you,” you whispered. You could feel his heart rate pick up as his breathing pattern became more and more irregular.

“I was hungry so I went out for a snack.”

“You left the house for a snack at 4 am?”

He sucked in a breath. “Yup.”

“So what did you get?”

He used his hand to rub your back, most likely trying to distract you from the make-shift interrogation going on while the two of you laid in bed. “A cinnamon roll.”

You lifted your head. “A cinnamon roll?”

He nodded.

“Why didn’t you get me one?”

Your pregnancy brought around weird cravings for things that you never craved before— bagels and carrots and… cinnamon rolls.

He laughed, “You were sleeping.”

A wide smile crossed your face as you sat up, your baby bump hitting your legs as you crossed them. “I would have woken up for cinnamon rolls.”

“So you’d wake up for cinnamon rolls but not for me when I get home at night?”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “Well if you brought home cinnamon rolls, it’d be a different story.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’d like a hug from my pregnant wife.”

“You’d think with your genius brain you’d understand that everything comes with a price.”

“Even if it’s just a hug?”

“I am carrying your child.”

He didn’t reply, a sly smile on his face as he nodded and looked away from you.

You take a throw pillow lying on the side of your bed, smacking him with it. “Spencer Walter Reid, what are you insinuating?”

“The fact that it takes a whole cinnamon roll for you to get out of bed to hug me makes me question… things,” he teased, a smug grin wiped across the bottom half of his face.

“If you keep talking like that then you leave me no choice but to withhold kisses and cuddles.”

His back straightened as he shot upwards, “What?” Your little girl stirred in your arms after his yelp.

His lips turned into a pout as he made grabby hands in your direction, pulling you into his chest and mumbling that he’d never let you go.

“I’ll bring you cinnamon rolls every day, I promise. Just for you, my love.”

A warm sensation spread through your chest, your heart pumping the tender feeling throughout your body.

“You better.”

“I will, as long as you don’t withhold kisses or cuddles or… other things.”

You giggled, kissing his cheek and pushing him back into bed.

It was moments like those that made your doubts and insecurities wash away with the tide of the ocean.

But further receding of the water only left promises of an even larger wave.

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After Spencer left that morning with Rory in the backseat of his car, your brain began to ruminate on the possibility of Spencer’s possible infidelity.

You questioned his loyalty but you didn’t want to.

He was too suspicious with his constant sneaking out that had become a habit of his ever since the start of your pregnancy.

Spencer always calmed your insecurities that took over your thoughts, even before he knocked you up a second time. It had gotten worse as your stomach began to grow to accommodate the child inside you. He was always there to assure you that he loved you for you and nothing else.

But how could you believe him when he disappeared for two hours every day before the crack of dawn without a word?

You walked into the bullpen during Spencer’s lunch break, a break you knew he’d be gone for since he had specified that he was going out with Morgan.

All you wanted to do was ask Penelope if something was wrong at work or if he had shown signs of indignation for you or his resignation from being a field agent. You held a warm croissant in your hand, your feet making contact with the carpet of the bullpen.

Every step you took caused your mind and heart to race in parallelity, the palm of your hands beginning to sweat. You knocked on the door and entered the room as she made a muffled affirmative noise.

“Baby Momma Reid! Welcome to my batcave. Have a seat, my esteemed guest.”

You laughed, “Thank you. This is for you.”

She took the paper bag and looked inside before her eyes lit up. Penelope reached her hand in and savored the bite of the buttery pastry.

“So, what do I owe the honor of both your presence and a croissant?”

“I was wondering if we could talk… about Spencer.”

Her eyes flicked up to yours immediately. “What about him?”

“He’s been acting weird. You know, leaving bed at odd hours of the night and lying about his whereabouts occasionally.”

A contemplative look rested on her face, she wiped up the crumbs on her face and leaned back into her chair.

“Look, Y/N. Spencer loves you, he really does. I doubt he’s doing anything-”

You stopped her, closing your eyes to avoid what might be a fracture in your marriage. “I know that he’d never do anything. I just,” you sighed, “I just want to know if I did something to make him upset or leave or something. I don’t know.”

She gave you a pitiful look. “Well, he does keep a safe in a drawer under his desk.”

“A safe? Do you know what’s in it?”

“No. He’s pretty secretive about it.”

“Okay, thank you.” You offered her a smile and pushed open the door before she got a chance to say anything else.

There was a nagging feeling inside of you, hoping that he wasn’t hiding anything that needed to be hidden. It wouldn’t be hard to open it since the two of you had a universal agreement that ran throughout the start of your relationship. Every single code was a specific variation of the first day you met.

You punched it into the little safe you found in a drawer just like Penelope had said, finding that it wouldn’t open even after you entered the pattern of numbers three times over.

Why wasn’t it working?

You continued trying until your fingers refused to be still enough to enter the code on the silicone buttons. It may have been a menial detail to others but it was an important one to you.

There was a whole argument about it in the late stages of your relationship about remembering codes and passwords. He made a big deal about sticking to one so that your brain could remember.

He came up with a series of numbers that only the two of you could remember— the date of the day you first met combined with the address of the coffee shop you bumped into him in.

It was such a trivial little thing to be upset over.

But he hated change… and so did you.

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Somehow, you managed to get into a fender bender right as you left the parking lot— not realizing that there was someone in front of you despite having your eyes glued to the road.

You made your way over to the hospital just to be sure that you, but mostly your baby, were alright. Somewhere in the mix-up, Spencer had been looped into the situation— sending you frantic messages about your health and how you were doing.

He hastily made his way over to the hospital room, completely dazed with a crazed look in his eye. He was bouncing around, asking nurses and other service providers for every single minute detail about your health and the state of your child.

It was adorable to watch him run into the room as a sea of questions were thrown into your ear. He would not stop asking you about how you were feeling or if something felt off.

He held your hand, refusing to let go. Spencer probably even looked more like a patient than you did, his face pale as he worried for you and your baby.

“Spencer, I’m fine.”

“What if something’s wrong, what if something is wrong with the baby?”

“If something were wrong I think I’d feel it. Either way, they’re running tests so we’ll find out soon enough,” you reassured. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, rubbing a hand over your stomach as if he was holding your baby’s hand too.

You shouldn’t have been so distracted by such a minor dilemma. It was so insignificant but your mind refused to let it go no matter how irrational it was.

A knock on the door drew the two of you out of your head, lost in your thoughts.

“Mr. and Mrs. Reid,” she greeted, “Good news is that you and the little one are alright. Bad news is that your baby’s heart rate is a little higher than I’d like.”

You looked between the doctor and Spencer. “Wh- what does that mean?”

“It’s nothing to worry about. Lots of things can cause an increase in heart rate including stress, which is the most likely factor. Try resting and keeping your own heart rate down, that’s your best bet of keeping this situation under control.”

You nodded, pressing your lips into a firm line as you awaited the onslaught of questions that would most definitely be coming from Spencer. You could let him know about your fears or completely disregard your questions— but that had already proven to affect you and your child negatively.

It was so hard for you to confront him about it. It was an illogical speculation without any evidence or factual support and you knew it. But a little part of your brain wouldn’t stop bugging you about it.

Your relationship with Spencer was established on a mutual understanding that the two of you could always share your feelings with the other no matter what.

But you didn’t know what was stopping you.

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He shut the door behind you, sighing and grabbing a cup of water from the cupboard for you.

Spencer sat down beside you on the table and handed you the glass of water, looking you directly in the eye. “Do you mind telling me what’s going on?”

You diverted your gaze from his, afraid that you’d crack under pressure. “Nothing, Spencer. I’m just tired.”

“Tired of what? I- is it me, did I do something?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not.”

“Then what is it,” he grabbed your hands and took them in his, rubbing his thumbs over them tenderly, “J- just tell me and I can fix it. Anything for you.”

Your eyes started to water. “It’s really not a big deal, I- I’m probably just blowing everything out of proportions, Spence.”

“All your feelings are valid, just tell me what’s going on. What’s bothering you?”

You sucked in a breath, trying to prepare yourself for the worst— the worst being he was screwing someone else. “You’ve um, you’ve been leaving a bed a lot lately and I guess that I’m just worried that I’ve done something wrong.”

He wrinkled his eyes, the connection between your worries and his leaving not put together in his mind. It wasn’t until he looked straight at you with rounded eyes and a slightly opened mouth did he link the two.

“Y- you think I’m… cheating on you?”

“I- I don’t know, Spencer. All I know is that you’ve been spending less and less time with me in the morning and telling Rory not to let me know that you’re leaving.” He laughed as your forehead creased while you raised your eyebrows.

“Y/N,” he grinned, “I would never do something like that to you, ever. I love you and I love Rory and I love our little pumpkin. I would never give any of you up for anything.”

You bit your lip. “Then why are you leaving?”

“I um,” his eyes shifted from left to right, “I may have been going on coffee runs early in the morning so you wouldn’t find out.”

Your mouth fell open in complete shock. “You’ve been sneaking out in the morning so you wouldn’t lose our bet?”

You reached for the coffee machine with one hand as you tried your best to pour cereal for Rory with the other.

As you were about to push the button, Spencer smacked your hand away and unplugged the machine from the outlet.

“Spencer! I’m about to leave so I need my coffee now.”

He shook his head. “You know the drill. No coffee.”

“I can have a cup a day,” you pouted, sliding over the bowl of cereal over to Rory who was mindlessly coloring on the dining table.

“Nope. Not on my watch.”

You scoffed, “It’s easy for you to say, you can have coffee any time you want. I have to go 9 months without it.”

“You’re making it out to be harder than it really is,” he teased.

You walked up to him, pressing your body against him. “If you’re so confident that it’s easy, then why don’t you do it with me, hm?”

“You want me to stop drinking coffee with you?”

“Mhm. Is there a problem with that, Doctor?”

He shook his head, partially distracted by the direct eye line his eyes could follow down your shirt. “Nope.”

You stood on the tip of your toes, leaning your head upward to whisper in his ear. “What if you stopped doing other things with me? Would you be able to handle it then?”

“I don’t doubt it. The question is if you can handle it since it seems that you can never seem to keep your hands off of me.”

You shook your head, “I don’t know where you got that from.” You pushed him off of you and walked to plug in the coffee machine. Spencer managed to pull you back with your hands and corner you up against the edge of the countertop.

“I think the fact that I’ve managed to put a child in you twice is enough to show how much you want me.”

You leaned up and nipped his ear, “Last I checked, the process of making a child is a collaborative effort.”

“So you weren’t the one eager to get a call from me while I was on that one case?” he lifted your chin with his knuckle, “Do you want me to remind you of the way you begged for me to tell you what to do? How you pleaded for me to come home so you could derive satisfaction from me in person?”

Your mouth fell open slightly as you felt Spencer’s breath on your neck. The contact he was making with your tender skin sent shivers down your spine, and apparently transported the two of you to another world— completely forgetting that your 4-year-old daughter was in the same room.

You felt a slight tugging at your shirt. “Mommy, can you stop rubbing up against Daddy and fix my cereal. You forgot my bananas.”

You cleared your throat, trying to disperse the overwhelming feeling building up inside you. “Mhm, I can do that right now for you, hun.”

You could hear Spencer laughing behind you, feeling his eyes track you around the kitchen. You placed the bowl onto the table and tried your best to ignore the grinning bastard in the corner.

You tried your best to open the jar of jam from the fridge, grunting like a maniac to twist the lid open.

“You need some help with that?”

You didn’t even attempt to look over at him. “Nope, I got it.”

“Just like you got satisfying yourself without me while I was away on a case?”

You turned back to him, smiling and shoving the jar into his hands so he could open it. “You really need to stop, Spence. I’m still upset with you for not letting me drink coffee.”

“We can make a bet? Whoever breaks first has to change diapers for the first three months every single time.”

You folded your arms. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“If I can handle you when you’re all needy, then I can handle anything,” he laughed.

“I can’t believe you were trying to hide it from me. It makes me wonder what lengths you’re willing to go to get out of diaper changing,” you giggled.

He grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, carrying you bridal style into your bedroom. “I am a man of my word, scout’s honor.”

“‘Man of my word’ my ass, you slipped out of bed and left to drink coffee before I was even awake. Not to mention having Rory cover your tracks for you.”

He placed you down, gently— rolling over to the other side to cuddle you. “In my defense, I was only drinking coffee because I needed it to stay awake when you had me up all night rubbing your back and ankles.”

“You’re the one with the breeding kink, if you didn’t want to do any of that then you could have reigned in your carnal desires,” you joked.

He wiggled his head into yours, rubbing your stomach with his hands. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Well, you have to deal with the consequences now. The consequences being foot rubs, back massages, and a crap ton of cinnamon rolls.”

He brought the back of your hand up to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on it. “Anything to gain your favor again, love.”

You leaned your head to the side so you’d have a better look at his face, making eye contact with his hazel eyes. “Wait, what’s in that safe in the bottom drawer of your desk?”

“The safe? H- how did you know about that?”

You pursed your lips and looked away, a glimmer of deviousness in your eye. “I may have asked Penelope for some insider information and snooped around a little.”

He laughed, “It’s some imported coffee beans that I use to make my special cup of coffee since the stuff they have in the breakroom is crap.”

Your eyes widened. “How long have you been drinking coffee in complete secrecy?”

“For a while now, I only lasted three days before I caved,” he confessed.

You slapped his arm jokingly. “You dick.”

He used a finger to poke your cheek that was puffed out through your lighthearted frustration. “You know, If you’re not too angry… I can make it up to you by doing something involving my dick.”

“I don’t think so, you have to pick up our daughter. So, stuff your horny little guy back in your pants and be on your merry little way.”

He pouted. “Little guy? It is by no means little, at least not according to the lewd noises you were making when I was using the ‘little guy’.”

You pushed him off of you, giggles falling from your lips. “Go, before we start the process of making our third baby right now.”

He sat up, flattening down his shirt while looking back at you with his signature ‘well actually’ face. “You know, we can’t really make a third baby, at least not while you’re currently-”

“Spencer,” you got up and physically pushed him out the door, “Go!”

He smiled and kissed you before shutting the door and walking out to the car. Just as he was about to open the car door, he yelled toward the open window that you were looking through.

“YOU KNOW I’M MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I CANNOT WAIT TO GET STARTED ON OUR THIRD ONE! I’M SURE IT WON’T TAKE LONG BUT WE CAN PROBABLY START PRACTICING ONCE I GET BACK HOME-”

You yell right back at him through the screen. “SPENCER, GO!”

“YOU’RE RIGHT, THE FASTER I GET BACK THE SOONER WE CAN GET START-”

You could feel your face heating up, walking away from the window and hoping that he’d stop relentlessly trying to embarrass you. You could hear him laughing and driving away in the next few moments as your heart fluttered with joy.

There was no reason to worry, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give up for you.

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SnK Warriors as Health Care Workers

I’m an ICU nurse, and I’ve come across a tonnnn of different types of healthcare workers in my line of work. These are just my hc’s for what kind of HCWs the Warrior unit would be. These are totally my opinion! Also, real healthcare is NOT the same as TV healthcare, not every doctor is a surgeon (and they’re not the best, either). Anyway, here we go :)

Warnings: mentions of blood, medical procedures, opioids, death

-Zeke: he’d be a fourth year neurosurgery resident. Neurosurgery residents are either cold, arrogant assholes or fun bros. No in-between. They’re always on the move or in surgery honing their skills. They don’t sleep and they’re on call 24/7. 

Zeke is always carrying a strong, black Starbucks coffee and reeks of cigarette smoke. He’s always exhausted because he's covering all the neuro patients in the hospital overnight and then rounds with the attending (Magath? idk) in the morning til like 2pm. It’s a miracle he doesn’t kill anyone. He’s wicked smart and super talented in the OR, but kind of a dick with the nurses. He shows up at the bedside to do a quick procedure, doesn’t tell the nurses ahead of time. He grabs all the supplies on his own because “the nurses don’t know what I like” and then when he’s done he’ll leave the leftover dirty gloves, removed drain, stray bloody gauze, and empty boxes all over the room. He has a somewhat asinine attitude towards patients, poor bedside manner. He doesn’t order pain  medication for the intubated patient before removing a drain bc “they’re sedated, right?” No, Dr. Jaeger, neuro patients don’t get heavy sedation. Please order a small dose of pain meds. You’re hurting them. “Oh, right. I’ll order that.” No, he won’t. Zeke always promises to throw in orders, always forgets. 

You’ll spend your shift paging him for orders, cleaning up after him and getting rude comments over the phone. He’s gonna make a fantastic neurosurgeon, though. He’ll save your life.

-Porco: An ER resident for SURE. He loves the chaos of the emergency department. A typical male in healthcare-he loves the trauma, the blood and guts, the crazy. He tries to avoid pregnant women and kids, they freak him out. BUT, that didn’t stop him from holding a woman’s hand when she gave birth right there in the ER lobby.  Great bedside manner. So smart. And he’s super sweet, actually??? He also creates secret handshakes with the kids and sweet talks the old ladies to make them more comfortable. He tells them to call him Pock or Porco, not Dr. Galliard.

Unfortunately, When he first started, he got a little too cocky and claimed he didn’t need to scan a patient after getting hit in the chest with a hockey stick. Patient suffered a ruptured vessel and almost died right there. After a very rigid monitoring program, he was able to practice again. He’s also a giant flirt. He dated most nurses in the hospital and they ALL talk about his dick game.

Porco rides his motorcycle to work and sometimes skips his helmet. All the nurses shame him for it, reminding him of the horrible head injuries that come in through the trauma bay because of motorcycle crashes. He comes in double fisting Monster energy drinks and jamming to whatever his air pods are playing probably Hamilton. ER residents are chaotic and funny and Porco is no different. During a code blue (a patient’s heart stopped) he kept calm and hummed “stayin’ alive” while they performed CPR. He runs a code like a goddamn CHAMP. He has ACLS memorized to a T and intubates better than most attendings. The nurses will tell him the patient’s labs look better after the medication he ordered and he’ll be like “Hell yeah, let’s keep it goin’” or “A’ight let’s get crazy” before an emergency procedure. If the nurses can’t place an IV, you bet your sweet ass he’s grabbing the ultrasound and throwing a few in for them <3

Pieck: She’s an infectious disease PA. She’s very soft-spoken, patient and intelligent. Orders and notes are always flawless. Apologizes whenever she orders blood cultures and even offers to draw them for the nurses if they’re busy. She buys everyone pizza when she’s on the unit. All the nurses love her. She’s perfect. 

Annie: A nightshift CVICU nurse. There’s a joke online that cardiovascular/cardiothoracic ICU nurses are the biggest bitches ever.  And it’s true, most are. BUT. Annie is probably the best nurse to have if you’ve just come out of open-heart surgery or had a lung transplant. She knows exactly what to do when a patient is crashing and is a BEAST when it comes to chest compressions. She is a pro at putting in IVs and troubleshooting pumps/machines when they don’t work. She has every single lab value, test and medication stored in that brain of hers and can pull it out before you can finish asking a question. 

She gives a quick, concise report on all her patients and expects the same. If you don’t, she rolls her eyes at you and rushes you. “I don’t need useless information. What drips are you running?” She gets in trouble sometimes because she makes her student nurses cry, but “why don’t they know how to zero an arterial line? it’s not my fault they don’t know their stuff.” No, Annie. You’re supposed to teach them. “Oh.” 

She wears the newest, cutest scrubs and has an ivory and rose-gold stethoscope. Don’t tell her it’s basic, though, she’ll put you on her shit list lol. She also hates being floated to the medical ICU because “they don’t know what they’re doing”. 

Reiner: Our king is a medical ICU nurse who started in the ER. He loved the wild west that was the ER but started to feel burnt out after seeing so many child deaths and cases of abuse. When he finally realized what it was doing to him he applied for a medical ICU position on night shift and transferred right away.

Baby, he thrived there. This guy is so compassionate with his patients and knows how to advocate for them well. He has a great rapport with all the physicians (except Porco, when Reiner was working ER they would butt heads frequently) He’s great to give report to, never gives the previous nurse a rough time. When he reports off to the next shift, his rooms are a little messy sometimes but he ALWAYS has extra supplies for you and the patient is clean. He learned so much from the patients and his peers that he was eventually promoted to charge RN. He’s the best charge nurse. Knows all the protocols and will call any doctor for you. Anytime you need help doing a procedure, he’s your man: IVs? “How many you want?” Blood draw? “I’ll grab the tubes”. Patient’s about to code? “I got compressions”. Call security for the violent patient down the hall? “I AM security”. 

His scrubs are a little snug around his shoulders and chest and he knows this. Baby likes to show off. He likes to flex his muscles for anyone watching, but he’s not a douche. Reiner is an absolute gentleman with his female coworkers, never complains when they ask him for lifting help. In fact, he loves being of use. It’s why he’s a nurse in the first place: he loves helping people <33

Bertholdt: He started with Reiner in the ER but wanted something more stable so he transferred to the burn unit (get it?). Reiner still hasn’t forgiven him. 

Colt: He’s in nursing school but loved the idea of being a trauma nurse. Then he did a clinical rotation in the trauma ICU and fainted when a confused patient ripped a screw out of his fractured arm. After that he decided to do pediatrics lol.

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The Receptionist and the Profiler (One)

Chapter One: Wins and Losses

(Spencer Reid x f!Reader)

Series Masterlist

General Masterlist

If you’d have told high school senior Y/N that she’d be working at the FBI after graduating college, she would have never believed you. Not only did she have zero interest in law enforcement, she also seemed to lack any athletic skills to back her up. She was nothing like her fiancé, who’d had his heart set on joining the bureau since middle school. She and Grant Anderson were friends in high school and ended up getting together during their junior year. Anderson proposed to Y/N during her second year of college. She’d graduated almost two years ago now, but the wedding date was unknown. They’d been dating for four years and engaged for another four years with the wedding nowhere to be seen. He’d been the first and only boy–and man, to ever pay her half a mind. To her, that was good enough. Hell, she’d been with him for eight years, if she’d wanted to leave him, she’d have left long ago. Right?

Imagine her surprise when he’d told her that his new boss, Aaron Hotchner, was looking for a receptionist for the BAU. Fresh out of college, landing a secure job? That was a miracle, and she really did have to thank her fiancé for it. But everyone around her was so cool and she was just…there. Her job was basically to sort through files, organize Hotch’s meetings, among other things like making reservations at the hotels the agents stayed at on their cases. 

The Agents of the BAU.

They were essentially the coolest people she knew.

First comes Agent Gideon, one of the founders of the BAU. His ability to read people scares her sometimes. How can one man’s beady little eyes have the ability to read people like they were some kind of book stowed away on a dusty shelf? A shelf only he can reach.

Then, comes Agent Hotchner, the unit chief. A stoic man with an even more stoic face. He’s a man who, to put it lightly, takes his job very seriously. On more than one occasion has she met his wife, Haley. They made a beautiful couple in her eyes and they’d just had their child, Jack Hotchner. She never knew how a baby’s face could be so wrinkly–yet so cute. Haley and Aaron were high school sweethearts, much like she and Grant. But that seemed to be the only aspect they shared. Despite his suffocatingly hard shell, Aaron was a loving man. That much was obvious. She wondered if Grant had ever looked at her the way Aaron looked at Haley.

Agent Derek Morgan, where to begin? He was tall, dark, and every bit handsome. His charming nature made all the ladies of the sixth (and fifth, and seventh, and eighth and–) floor swoon over him anytime he walked by. He is one of the bravest men she’d ever known. His ability to put himself in the place of the unsub was something she’d only heard stories about–but it gave her chills every time.

Next comes Agent Elle Greenaway, one of the most headstrong women Y/N has ever met. Her bluntness can come across as harsh, but she knew a woman in law enforcement had to stand her ground to be treated with as equal respect as her male counterparts. She admired her strength.

Agent Jennifer Jareau, or as Y/N knew her, JJ, was a kind hearted, compassionate woman who’s way with words absolutely blew Y/N away. The way JJ handled the media with such finesse was simply astonishing. She knew she could never string together the right words like JJ seemed to, up on those podiums, in front of all those nosy reporters. It was mind blowing to watch her in her element.

Penelope Garcia, or otherwise known as literal sunshine embodied in a technical analyst. She was the best at what she did, hacking, searching, filtering. It was a science, and Penelope Garcia made it look easy. She and Y/N had grown close since both of them stayed at the office while the other agents flew around the country, solving cases. They’d often spend endless lunches together in Garcia’s ‘batcave’ as she called it and was practically hellbent on teaching Y/N how to use Photoshop every chance she got.

And last but certainly not least, Dr. Spencer Reid. She’d never met a man with a more brilliant brain. He was known as the resident genius, the expert on well–everything. The man had an eidetic memory and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute. Is that not the most impressive thing on the planet? Nope, he just has to have three PhDs in three of the most complicated fields of study: mathematics, physics, and engineering, achieving all three before reaching 22 years of age. 

He had joined the bureau about a year after Y/N had started there. She could remember their first interaction like it was yesterday. 

He had been in and out of meetings before spotting Y/N at her desk, where she usually stayed during her lunch break, at least for the first year she was there. She was halfway through a cup of mixed berry yogurt when Spencer came up to her desk to ask where the breakroom was. Y/N directed him to the room and followed his gaze to the yogurt container in her hands before he left.

“Did you know that the origins of yogurt are pretty much unknown, although historians agree that there was no mention of it before 5000 BC? It’s thought to have been invented by the Mesopotamians.” He said as he pursed his lips and raised his brows, as if realizing he made a mistake too late.

“No, I didn’t know that! That’s super cool. You must be Dr. Spencer Reid, right?” She said, giving him her full attention, which made him slightly more nervous than he had been previously. He nodded, a shy smile on his face.

“And you’re…” he looked for her name holder, “Y/N Y/L/N.” 

She giggled and the sound activated some kind of blood rushing mechanism right up into his cheeks, “Yup! I’m the BAU’s receptionist slash Agent Hotchner’s assistant, you know, nothing fancy but I like to think I’m pretty good at sorting through files.” She raised a brow and gave him an adorable smile and suddenly Spencer wasn’t so nervous to talk to her. 

She seemed way more interactive and easygoing than just about 98% of the people in the building. He wondered if it was because she wasn’t an agent. Spencer also wondered if gaining a title like ‘Supervisory Special Agent’ would make him cold like the others, but then he remembered he has three doctorates and already introduced himself with the honorific. 

She picked up on his silence, “You know, you have nothing to worry about, I overheard Agent Gideon talking about you landing the job with Agent Morgan.” She nodded her head towards a tall, muscular man, who Spencer gathered must be Morgan. Spencer smiled back at her, her words easing even more of the tension he collected in his shoulders.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, you should see the massive list of exceptions they have to make to let me into the field.” He said with a ghost of a smile on his face. She had to physically repress a laugh. And right then and there, the seed of a beautiful friendship was planted.

Fast forward to two years after that interaction, Spencer and Y/N became pretty much attached at the hip whenever he was actually in the office and not flying around the country catching serial killers. Their desks were quite far from each other, hers right near the glass doors of the BAU and his across the room right near the railing that had Hotch and Gideon’s offices as well as the conference room. It gave them both perfect views of each other, which they used to send each other encouraging smiles throughout the day, maybe a funny face or two. He always had a way of making her smile, she hadn’t felt the fuzzy feeling of friendship in years. Besides Garcia, Spencer was the only person who had made an effort to get to know Y/N. In the past two years, she’d say Spencer knew her better than anyone else, possibly even Anderson, but that was surely because he was a talented genius profiler…

Budget meetings at the FBI were definitely the most boring types of meetings in the world. She had to be there because she was the one making all the reservations at the hotels, but once they began talking about the jet and fuel consumption–Y/N totally spaced out. Spencer enjoyed the meetings, though. It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that Y/N would sometimes space out and let her head fall against his shoulder. The weight of her head brought him inexplicable comfort and joy. He hates it when people come near him, when did it become so endearing to him for her to trust him enough with such a simple gesture? He found himself attending the meetings and sitting next to her whenever he got the chance, hoping that one day, maybe, just maybe she’ll allow her head to rest upon his shoulder again. Perhaps it was pathetic, but he found himself feeling overjoyed at the thought of budget meetings, they became the only thing he’d look forward to. 

He wondered if this was how Anderson felt when she rested her head on his shoulder, but then his knee would start bouncing and he’d practically feel the envious monster growing in the pit of his stomach, so he’d stop. It certainly didn’t make it any easier to stop when it was so easy to look over and find Anderson leaning against her desk and flirting with her. Technically, he has every right to flirt with his fiancée, but that didn’t stop jealousy from coursing through Spencer’s veins violently.

The team had just landed last night, they were coming back from a case revolving around the famous actress, Lila Archer. Apparently, she’d had a stalker. Y/N couldn’t wait to hear the details of the case, she had watched almost all of Lila’s movies. She eagerly awaited Spencer’s arrival. Just then, she heard the ding of the elevator and saw a very sheepish -and flushed- Spencer with a very playful Morgan hot on his tail.

“Morning, pretty girl!” Derek halted his seemingly incessant teasing to greet her as they walked towards her. Spencer was oddly quiet as he tried to pass by, offering her a small, awkward wave instead of his usual smiley ‘good morning!’, but Derek grabbed him by the strap of his messenger bag. He made it his mission to embarrass Spencer as much as humanly possible when he woke up this morning. What Derek didn’t know was that Spencer wanted Y/N to be the absolute last person to know of what happened. Spencer shifted uncomfortably and was positive he was sweating more than he ever had in his 24 years of life.

“Morning, Derek! So, tell me all about it! Did you meet her? Of course, you met her, duh! What was she like? Was she a stuck up diva like her character in Wins and Losses or was she more down to earth?” Y/N questioned curiously with a hint of excitement.

“Oh, I think pretty boy here has all the answers you could ever wish for. After all, it wasn’t me who made out with a hot movie star in her own pool.” Derek laughed, eyes squinting as he clapped Spencer on the shoulder proudly. Neither of the two men caught the way Y/N’s face dropped. Spencer was too focused on looking anywhere but at her and Derek was too triumphant to look anywhere but at Spencer’s -alarmingly- red face. He attempted to clear his throat when the few seconds of stunned silence became much too suffocating. Derek turned back to Y/N just in time to see her collect her jaw from off the desk and morph it into a smile.

“Spencer Reid, you did what?!” She attempted to laugh in order to lighten the mood, hoping the two profilers wouldn’t pick up on her dis-ingenuousness. 

They hadn’t, thankfully.

Spencer’s shy eyes met her curious ones as he tried to imitate Derek’s proud smile,and he could have sworn he saw a sort of unfamiliar heaviness in her gaze, but it disappeared as soon as it came. 

Could it be? Was she feeling jealous? There’s no way, she thought. But what else could be behind the not so subtle burning feeling in her chest? 

“Um, yeah. She kind of pulled me into the pool with her…” he recounted with a small voice, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“And?” Derek said in anticipation, despite already knowing.

“Alright! We kissed a few times, what’s the big deal?” He huffed, turning to look at Derek and resisting the urge to punch him in the face for embarrassing him in front of Y/N.

Garcia suddenly appeared next to them, catching the looks between the two agents and Y/N’s shocked expression, “Oh! Are we talking about boy wonder locking lips with miss Lila Archer in her pool?”

Spencer’s face dropped, “How do you know about that?!” he all but screeched.

“I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere.” Garcia wiggled her eyebrows at Spencer before sharing a knowing look with Derek which led to a prompt punch to Derek’s arm from him which then led to an over exaggerated yelp of pain.

“I’ve also got photos!” Garcia said, quickly pulling out her PDA and showing Y/N.

“Garcia! How?!” Spencer exclaimed, but it was too late. Y/N was already scrolling through the photos, laughing.

“Spencer, you sly dog!” She laughed, though the situation awoke an unprecedented, seemingly underlying feeling of envy. Spencer rolled his eyes in embarrassment and stormed off in the direction of his desk, leaving the three of them behind. 

The rest of the day went by smoothly, although Y/N had to keep fighting against the way her chest felt tight every time she remembered those photos. She had a feeling she was never going to watch Wins and Losses ever again.

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Two faces of the same coin

Pairing: Tenma x ghost-looking! reader Part 1.

Hey! I had this awesome ask from sadly ages ago which I appreciated a lot bc honestly, just the fact that someone sent such a detailed thing?? My heart.

Request: (...) Tenma finds someone who looks like they got out straight from a horror movie- They could literally pass as a ghost anytime of the day! But once he talks to them they are just an extremely chill introvert, and actually really thoughtful and considerate? (...) So yeah, imagine Tenma who once was shitting his pants whenever that person was around slowly starting to enjoy their presence and even better: fall for them.

Enjoy! 💕

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Classic horror icons and other disturbing creatures share common characteristics, pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, hunched posture, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire fear and revulsion in many with good reason. And while Tenma would insist he was okay with them- he really was and Yuki should really just shut up- he wouldn’t go out of his way to watch or read about that specific genre. And he was okay with that.

“A ghost in the school?”

He tried to not sound as worried as he internally felt, his brain still processing what Taichi was talking about while waiting for their drinks to drop. The redhead nodded unaware, eyes fixed on the vending machine “Yeah! You haven’t heard about it before?”

“W-why should I? It’s stupid to think paranormal stuff like ghosts exists anyway.”

With a clank, both drinks finally fell. Taichi crouched down to retrieve them humming happily, handing one of them to the summer troupe leader and keeping one for himself.

“I don’t know man, it’s kind of cool!” he crossed his arms behind his head, resuming their walk and looked behind. “What about you, Juza-san? You seen anything?”

The purple-haired boy considered it lazily, but ultimately shook his head. He didn’t seem too interested in the conversation anyway, and Tenma was pretty sure the main thoughts running through his head were today’s melon bread from the cafeteria.

It had been a while since their Ouka-high group had been able to have lunch together.

“Did you see? That Sumeragi Tenma is back!”

“Gosh, he looks so handsome!”

“Wait- don’t push me!”

“I heard he’s going to be a possible cast in that famous saga-”

“Are you serious?”

Whispers and tiny squeals kept circling them as soon as they entered the boundaries of the canteen. And while Tenma barely notices it at first, he can definitely see Juza’s stance going more rigid and Taichi’s eyes glowing at the attention received.

“I’ll go get our lunch” the golden-eyed teen announces heading towards the queue, hands buried in his pockets. He motioned Tenma with his chin. “You wanted set B right, no carrots.”

“Uh? Well yeah, but I can-”

“S’okay, you two go find some seats” he shrugged, looking around. There weren’t many spaces to start with and he’d honestly prefer focus on the food rather than the stares. “It’d be difficult to keep ‘em free with just one person anyway.”

“Roger! Come on Ten-chan, let’s go!”

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“Aw, man. Everyone has their eyes on you as usual!” Taichi looked around, still indulging himself with all the people that were staring at them, some more blatantly than others.

How he didn’t get bored of mentioning it every time Tenma didn’t know, though he was low-key grateful. Not many people enjoyed being part of those types of reactions from a crowd- Juza for example-. When they finally managed to find some empty seats, Taichi placed his own bento on the table visibly excited. Tenma frowned.

“Since when did you start preparing lunch by yourself?”

“Ah, this?” the redhead laughed proudly at his confused look “See, I’ve been practicing my cooking skills! Tsuzuru has been super cool teaching me how to prepare some dishes for my siblings- plus, I’m sure I’ll get the attention of girls if they see my new talent!”

“Right…”

Tenma couldn’t decide whether he should make a comment as he took a long, thoughtful sip from his own juice can. Taichi’s lunch was a side of string cheese, a broken omelet, and some semi-burnt rice and it just didn’t seem very tempting.

He ultimately chose to leave it aside. Omi would surely know soon enough.

“So, uh, Taichi.”

“Yeah?”

He coughed, leaving aside the can and resting his back on the chair nonchalantly. “N-not that I care about that rumor, but- where is that ghost supposed to be?”

“Ah, the one we talked about? Mmm…” the autumn member caressed his chin, closing his eyes in deep thought. “No one really knows. It’s been spotted in pretty much all parts of the school” Tenma’s stomach sank at that. “But I’ve heard it likes room 1001 for some reason, you know, from the old side of the school? No one really uses it anymore- guess it makes sense!”

The redhead took again the chopsticks and started digging on the rice carefree.

“R-right.”

Tenma shook his head. Cool. Great. Now he knew which side of the school he would never even try to approach at least.

“Tenma-kun!” a female voice, not familiar, made him jolt from his seat. When he looked up a girl followed by two others were are already making themselves comfortable on the chairs next to them- one of them even deciding to sit on the table. “Hi there!”

Third years.

"Hi” he repeated.

“We saw your appearance in that new series, it was unbelievable!”

“Are you going to be a recurring character there? I’d love if you could ask one of the leads to sign a shirt of mine!”

He simply showered them a practiced smile. He could already tell what type of fans they were. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary- people approaching him about his shows or to ask for favors- and honestly, it was better not entering in that dangerous territory. “Thanks. Nothing’s been said yet, that’d depend on the company. I’ll be counting on your future support.”

They instantly beamed at his reaction. “Of course!”

One of them clapped her hand together “That reminds me, when is your next performance in that theatre company you play? I so want to go see it again!”

“Ah, that will take a while. We just finished a month ago so next up is the autumn troupe” he motioned Taichi with his head, a proud, real smile featuring his face this time “These guys have been going all out, you won’t be disappointed.”

“O-of course!” the shortest Ouka high student practically jumped into the conversation. “If you all want, we could ask for a few tickets from our-!“

“But Tenma-kun is not in that troupe, right?” the girls looked at each other confused. As if it wouldn’t be something it’d cross their minds to do, had the child actor not participated before.

“W-well, no but…”

“Plus, the summer troupe is hilarious! I kinda prefer those types of performances, you know?”

“I totally get you!”

From his peripheral vision, Tenma could register Taichi’s face growing red- a strained smile before sitting back on his seat, not trying to add anything to the conversation anymore.

Smile. Remember to smile.

“…We all give our all on those performances, I don’t think it’s fair if you have just watched the summer troupe. You’ll definitely enjoy it if you give them the chance.”

“Really?”

“I mean… If Tenma-kun says so maybe we could go take a look.” one of them gave a chuckle, playing with their hair. “You think we could ask you to get us some tickets for-?”

“If you are not eatin’ you should leave.”

“Uh? Can’t you see we’re-” the sentence died in their lips as soon as they turned and encountered Juza. Not that he himself was proud of his reputation, but during these situations at the very least it paid to see they knew who he was.

“Move.”

The resulting glare was terrifying in its intensity, and the retreat took no longer than a few seconds. No one mentioned anything afterward- Juza’s calm and blank expression coming back as he sat down, handing the summer leader his lunch and squinting down at Taichi’s.

“What the hell are you eatin’.”

“Hehe it caught your attention too, right? You see…”

Tenma observed them. They were acting as if nothing had happened. Not so long ago people tended to stay away from him for those same reasons, so it still took him a few seconds to find the words again- For feeling this relieved at their reactions.

He left the chopsticks aside. “Sorry this... keeps happening."

They momentarily stopped the conversation, sharing a silent look before turning to the teen actor facing the table in awkwardness.

“I-It’s okay, Ten-chan! They would obviously be more interested in watching you than an unknown performance” Taichi laughs and scratches the back of his hair. He seemed to be fine- a bit uncomfortable, but fine. “Besides, that just means we have to work even harder to be recognized, right, Juza-san!”

“Yeah, don’t get stuck thinkin’ ‘bout it. We ain’t losin’ any time soon.”

“Anyway Juza-san, are you sure you’re okay with only melon bread and pudding for lunch? I can give you some of mine!”

Juza didn’t verbally answer Taichi’s offer, merely staring at the burnt rice being held in front of him with skepticism “…nah. I’m okay.”

Taichi frowned at his own food, tilting his head confused. A few seconds later, he gave it an ultimate shrug before going for one more bite, Juza doing the same with his own lunch. Tenma scoffed at the view, trying not to smile amusedly. The autumn troupe really was made out of beasts.

“If Sakyo-san saw what you two are eating he’d skin you alive, you know.”

“Why.”

“What do you mean why, Juza-san you can’t expect-“

"Ah, that reminds me!” Taichi suddenly rambled, mouth full of rice “We should totally go to the arcade before we head up to the dorm. I heard they have these new games that are supposed to be super exclusive!”

Tenma winced “Can’t. I have a meeting with my homeroom teacher after classes.”

The other two replied with a similar expression.

“I almost forgot you came from a big shootin’ and all. We’ve been seein' you in the dorm pretty much everyday.”

“Yeah! Geez I always say I envy you, but dealing with that after working must suck!”

“You tell me…”

Taichi shook his head, giving him both thumbs up “It’s okay, we can go another time. Good luck though!”

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“You can sit here. I’ll go bring your work in a second and then we’ll talk.”

With a lazy look on his face, Tenma caught a glimpse of his own reflection from a trophy case- one of the few resting at the entrance of the teacher’s lounge. He had never paid attention to them before; Second prize in a football tournament, first prize in some races and a few diplomas regarding different competitions, nothing too special. Ouka high had never had the best score regarding academics, which is exactly why he was able to enter.

Igawa liked to insist it wasn’t entirely Tenma’s fault he had so many troubles keeping up with schoolwork though- well, not more than the usual of not being good at studying. No one actually knew how hard celebrity kids had to push themselves- at least that’s what his parent had said. On the other hand, they hadn’t really cared much more, so long the school allowed him to be flexible with his schedules.

School time was usually done while moving sets and camera changes. He and other kids and teens were at different levels of schooling most of the time, so the teacher was forced to divide their time. Honestly, one would be lucky to get 30 minutes of full tutoring.

Anyway, it was rotten work and even Tenma knew it. He also knew what his homeroom teacher thought about it, which is exactly why he couldn’t help himself raising his eyebrows concerned as he saw the pile of papers being drop over the desk.

“Is this a joke?”

“I know you’re busy, but there’s a minimum to do keep up with your classes and… general results.” the old man frowned scratching his grey four-days old beard. He clicked here and there at the computer, probably revising the latest results of the tests they had done.

He then leaned back on his chair, trying to find a comfortable position before his wrinkly eyes turned to him again. “I wish I could think of another way, but you are getting quite behind everyone, Sumeragi-kun. We’re worried.”

Well, it was not his fault he couldn’t remember all the information they gave him like a script. Was it really the solution giving him the same amount of work as his classmates with half the time?

Before he could open his mouth to complain, the man placed his hand on Tenma’s shoulder. It felt heavy. “I already talked with your manager. It seems you’ll be having a break for a month and a half just before finals and I’d like to help you. We can’t have one of the biggest faces of the school repeating a year, can we?”

Tenma’s jaw clenched. Of course, everything was always for Sumeragi Tenma the actor. Student Tenma could go drown himself.

“Here you’ll find some reinforcement materials I think will be good for you to do in school. Less time wasted while moving and I’ll be here in case you have any questions.”

His face twitched. That would mean he wouldn’t be able to ask for Tsumugi’s help or any of the adults back in Mankai. “I actually-”

“Suguro-sensei, Someone’s calling for you about tomorrow’s meeting!”

“Is it that time already... I’ll be right there in a second! In any case, I would suggest you go work on the library Sumeragi-kun.” the man got up, finishing that way their conversation. “It should be quiet enough, but if you see any students being too loud, give them a call.”

Tenma side-glanced again at his workload, groaning internally.

Just about his luck.

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Twenty minutes walking.

How could such a big school not have a single sign to indicate where things were?

Squinting his eyes, Tenma looked both ways across the hall annoyed, his already short temper from before increasing. He was sure the library was two turns to the right, then left, and then up the stairs from the teachers’ lounge.

...or maybe it was a floor down now that he thought about it. Damn it. It wasn’t as if he had ever stepped inside that place, shouldn’t they make it more accessible for everyone?

“This sucks…”

It had been a while since he had seen other students or even teachers around, which also made him feel uneasy. He glanced down at the paperwork in his arms, gripping it tighter. He hoped no one would see him walking around like this.

Just where was the stupid library?

It wasn’t until Tenma decided to try entering inside any room that would allow him to work, that he found many were strangely closed. He was about to gave up when he finally saw the dusty word ‘library’ at the end of the corridor. Finally. With effort he managed to open the heavy door, immediately pinching his nose.

“Ugh, stinks.”

The person in charge of cleaning the school really did a worse job than Matsukawa- at least the man cleaned from time to time and organized stuff. The place was an absolute mess; boxes over the floor, piles of books on chairs and shelves full of documents and other various things he didn’t quite distinguish.

Leaving everything on the closest table Tenma sighed when he felt his arms relaxing without the weight. Frowning, he walked around the place, smelling a mix of dirt and old- even some shelves were full of dust. Really, how did a school like this had such a gross place to study? No wonder students didn’t try to come here.

He should have asked for permission to take his work back to Mankai. Less danger of someone noticing he was behind his studies and it becoming a gossip- or worse, finding he had been walking without an absolute clue for the last half hour.

Yeah, he had more options to pass the year with Tsumugi’s help rather than on his own. Just looking at the amount of work he had he was sure it’d-

The faint sound of walking steps brought him back from his thoughts freezing him on the spot- all his breath trapped. He hadn’t heard anyone since he entered, but it shouldn't be surprising to find others studying.

I’ve heard it likes room 1001 for some reason, you know, from the old side of the school? No one really uses it anymore- guess it makes sense!

Or it was probably the wind. The wind tends to make noises, Tenma reminded himself while swallowing with difficulty.

Was the air suddenly thick?

Crack!

He strained to hear, his heart pounding loudly. “I-Is anyone there?” the nerves made his voice come out higher than he had hoped.

More cracks and sounds of steps. He couldn't see anything yet.

His stomach turned as his breath became louder. This wasn't happening. Yup! It was his imagination. What was happening could not be real, because ghosts didn’t exist. “I-I’m not afraid, you know?!” he shouted, positioning himself on a fighting stance while carefully moving backward.

That’s right- Tenma wasn’t scared. He had just rested enough, with or without a ghost in the room, and it was about time to leave. Ignoring his sweaty palms and nodding once more to nothing in particular, he turned around at the same time a pair of eyes made contact with his.

The figure opened its mouth.

And Tenma proceeded to absolutely destroy his throat.

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This took so long though I’m not even sure If they are around. If you are love, I apologize! I found a few walls writing-wise. So not entirely to say I made it longer to make up for it but on the other hand... maybe. Thank you so much for sending such a nice idea so I was able to make this, really hope you like it. 💕

I promise this is a reader insert lol thank you for reading!

Part 2 soon!

[anexlarrieblog]

It’s so hard to break people of the larrie mindset. Like that video…is just someone shuffling in their seat. But because of the narrative assigned to it by conspiracy theorists it’s meaningful to them. The reality when you take away the conspiracy is a big bowl of nothing. Sometimes I think about how strange it would be to be louis or harry, having all of these people think they know a big secret about you that isn’t true. I guess they aren’t directly confronted with it often bc most larries know deep down that they are living in a fantasy and don’t want to be confronted with a direct denial again. Still, it would be bizarre knowing that, esp. louis since a large amount of his fans are still larries or think he’s secretly gay.

Yeah I agree, that’s when I was asked for my option on the video (by whom I assume was a questioning Larrie?) I was like.. there’s nothing to have an opinion on? If you assign meaning to something you can literally find evidence anywhere (confirmation bias) because your.. inventing it. Can you imagine you’re with your friend and they tell a joke so you start laughing and then people analyse your every move and start saying you had a ‘fond look’ etc in your eyes, like how uncomfortable and exhausting.

And yes they are rarely confronted with it directly and anytime they have been it hasn’t been pretty for the fan doing it. (I ship bullshit ballon to Louis?). Louis obvs notices the flags etc at his shows and I would love to be inside his brain to see what he thinks. I say Louis in particular as a more significant section of his fanbase does appear to be tinhats but again there’s no way of measuring. But yeah I would hope he’s gotten to a place he just… ignores them. I defos get the vibe that’s what Harry does as well but then again they aren’t invalidating a whole child of Harry’s so I think this is why Louis (who has also had a long term gf) has been more vocal about his sheer dislike of CT’s in the past.

[wshaeil]

*  ◟  ―  🍓cl - clang !! hello , it’s so nice to meet you all - my name is jada , but you can just call me 𝐎𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐈𝐋’s mun !! i’m super excited to be here , and hopefully you guys take to me and phoenix’s leader , haeil ! he has a semi - sad vibe , but don’t be fooled, he’s a pretty cool guy ! below you’ll find trivia as well as general connections while i work on te real plots page ! and as always, please like if you’d like to plot alongside me and my boy !! lets go !

     𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 .  //  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.  //  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. //

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

i’m going to lightly touch on his backstory here but his bio is already loaded w stuff haha so !! i won’t bore you with too many details !!

came from a family w / high expectations of him, to always be the responsible big brother ... and he did ! always was good at school stuff, took care of stuff at home when needed, etc !

but deep down he was ( and is ) not happy w how he felt his own happiness was always sacrificed for others, despite not wanting to admit it & sounding selfish ? but anyways, it got him acting up, and he had a whooole little rebellious streak that was completely out his character !

though he realllyyy enjoyed the rush, his little adventure ended quick when his parents noticed him skipping class & all that ! so his first year of hs they made him join a school club to find better friends, and that’s where he found dance !

there he learned dance and well ... the rest is history !! loved every minute of it, but got a really bad injury that had him out of dances for a while, and it crushed him, but he came back with a newfound true appreciation for it !

time skip, his friends encouraged him to audition when word came around about yuseong auditions and ... voila ! here we are !!

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

ok so you’ll have to excuse me as haeil is one of those this . . . and also that characters HAHA, so he’s got opposing personality traits even within himself ! he even is confused by it hee heeeee

also sidenote his younger sister is @wsharin​ !! they’re definitely giving opposites yet crazy type, have quite different personalities, but grwing up in similar environments w each other has kept them very close ! kinda thinks he’s fake youngest out of them, yet fiercely protective of her !

but ! his natural instinct is actually to be pretty wild, outgoing, have fun. he’s the happiest when he can do that, and those closest to him probably know him to be quite the joker when he lets loose.

buuut for years now he’s been conditioned into the responsible leader-type he is now, though it def is his more manufactured side. but nowadays it’s what he reverts to, because he sort of just thinks there’s not enough room in everyone’s life for him to be so chaotic ??

haeil tries his hardest to blend in the background, as he feels it’s what a good leader does and he wants to give the rest of his team the shine. because he hasn’t been dancing as long as most others around him, and had a relatively short training time, he’s still v doubtful of his own worthiness of being in the position he is, therefore he sort of feels like ... he doesn’t deserve attention ?? ( and while this is true to an extent, haeil also needs to work through this constant pessimism within himself and learn to take pride in his achievements !! )

so a lot of times what you’ll see is a man trying to be a leader, with the inner child ( ! ) in him poking through. though he encourages participation from his other members rather than himself, his fans are known for pointing out all the moments he gets jumpy / excited / hyper, and he’s kinda developed this “tsundere” vibe because of it ? it’s not exactly correct but he’ll take it heehee

as a leader, esp on variety, you’ll see him doing little things to make the quieter / less talked to members heard this whole compilation ?? literally him.

if you’re close to him though, you’ll really see he’s not nearly as serious as he seems. he’s extreeemely caring, almost to a fault, w those close to him ? and will take care of literally anything they need. got rent due tomm ? send him your payment info and he’ll send over all he has in his account. but on top of that, he just loves to have fun, and if in an environment that allows, v spontaneous !

def mom friend vibes. doesn't like coffee but loves his morning tea, sweaters, tries to establish a bed time for phoenix, always managing to have remembered that one thing someone else forgot, packing snacks, all the good stuff !

but !! the entertainer in haeil is compleetely different, and largely why he got famous ! a charismatic dancer for sure, enjoys a lot of hip hop as it’s what he’s had most practice in, and whenever he dances he truly has fun !! 

he was so  deep in his own insecurities, and it showed in his dancing, untilll cherry bomb. phew cherry bomb haeil was ... a whole era, and what a lot of people attribute to being his vibe switch that made him 1000x more confident !

despite what many think he loooves aggresive rap. rock & r&b are right up there too. loves music that reminds him he can feel things !!

poor thing ... cannot handle his alcohol. legit tries to avoid drinking altogether bc like one drink and he’s already trying to crawl onto tables. actually loves going out for drinks but avoids it like the plague bc he thinks it ruins his pride lolll

while he claims he's too busy for love - and he genuinely is kinda - he is a hopeless romantic deep down. his mind always drifts to him & his future partner living all suburban w kids who match clothes and having a family dog, all the fixings ... he just wants a cute dad vibe and gets depressed when he thinks of how being an idol is kinda preventing that from coming anytime soon 

this is getting SO LONG WHAT lets move on !!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

someone who didn’t actually make it / hasn’t yet debuted in the industry, but who haeil reallly looks up to as a mentor ? whether a rapper / singer or just someone he admires, haeil gets depressed every time he remembers the person who got him where he is hasn't even got their shot of fame yet, and who he feels he owes quite everything to. though he’s got the whole leader thing going on, this person makes him act like a whole little sibling.

english tutor !! he genuinely wants to be so much better than he is, and doubts his skills as a good leader bc of it and would loove someone to help him !! also def down to learn from someone who speaks japanese, since he’s learning that as well ! he just wants to connect w more fans D:

someone who lets him lets loossee !! need i say more ?? haeil needs to have some fun and be himself before he pops a brain vessel, and that seems like it’s becoming more and more of a possibility oijdoidjodjod. alcohol may or may not be included iin the equation but if so prepare for chaos personified !

an ex perhaps ?? he’s bisexual so this could go either way, but someone he was w in high school and for whatever reason, it didn’t work out ?? we could give them awkward or tension w angst where they never got closure, or two people who just worked better as friends and maintained a great connection !

someone who he’s truly just ... whipped over ? something about their energy has him wanting to see them more and more and quite honestly, p out of character. openly a simp and just wilding whenever this person’s in the room hours .. let’s go !!

best friends. but i mean like .... beeest friends. they don't have to necessarily go back, not all best friends do, but what matters is them now ! friends who have an incredibly special connection, the type to just .. basically be talking in their own language of inside jokes and such.

for those who might not be from korea / have the closest relationship w their own family, haeil’s got you ! if your muse has always wanted someone who cooks for them, gives advice, or just listens and provides a shoulder to cry on, mr.haeil is the man for you !!

[platinumweekend]

How successful do y’all think Platinum Weekend was?

Was is more successful than y’all thought it would be?

Would the mods consider collaborating on another appreciation week (bc y’all organized this one super well)?

Favorite thing about platinum week?

vic: personally i think it was a huge success !! we had so many amazing submissions from all corners of the fandom so in that regard i think it was great. i definitely didn’t think we’d get as much content as we did just because platinum is one of the older, less popular books, so i was blown away by how successful it was for sure. i would ABSOLUTELY host any other appreciation event with jade and pj anytime, they were the most wonderful co-mods i could ever ask for and made hosting this event so much fun and a dream, so definitely !! like the virgos we are we are already kicking around possibilities LMAO. my favorite thing was probably all the amazing art !! it’s been awhile since we got new platinum art so that was a treat for sure.

jade: first of all this is so sweet thank you SO much for sending this to us !!! i think it was really successful, because our goal was to get people excited about platinum and revive the tags as much as we could, and i think we did that and so much more!! oh my gosh YES this was more successful than i thought – i was secretly pretty scared people would forget about it but so many people turned it out and it warmed my heart :’) YES ABOUT THE MODS – vic, pj, and i were good friends before we even bounced ideas around ab the event and we’ll be friends long after, so it’s part of why it worked so well for us i think?? it was less an event, more of a big hangout! LMAO but yes omg i would host literally anything with them. omg i loved everything ab platinum week but if i was forced to choose, it’d be the vinylawardschallenge i think?? (it was my brain child so i was so excited for it) everyone turned it out with the submissions !!! <3

pj: i think it was incredibly successful!! i wasn’t expecting such a huge turnout because i feel like a lot of people don’t talk about platinum that often, but it was something we wanted to do for so long so we did it anyway and i’m so glad we did because seeing everyone come together and produce content was such an amazing feeling so yeah i would say it was definitely more successful than i thought it would be!! and most definitely, vic and jade my girls even beforeee platinumweekend i would definitely do something with them again!! as for my favorite part, i would definitely have to say either avery day (listen... i romance everyone but avery will always be my endgame <3 ) or the playlists!! i love playlists and we got sooo many goods ones! thank you for this ask <3