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[romanarose]

Supportive Logan Thoughts: Writer GF

Logan Howlett x fem!writer!gf

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Summary: You're an aspiring writer, but having trouble finding time to write. Logan shows his complete faith in you, no matter what your family thinks.

Warnings: Not a lot, unsupportive/mean family. My massive daddy issues

A/n: I wanted to write this for myself because Im feeling massively unsupported by my family and several friends, and I with I had a partner with this much faith in me. I have another one I wanna do with supportive logan and reader who wants to continue education. If you have any self indulgant ideas you wanna hear, send em! It'll probs be short but I can have Logan say things i think you'd want to hear in a way that makes sense for him. Trans and lgbt themes encouraged.PS: catch the bobs burgers reference?

Dinner had been going pretty well, comparatively. Logan hadn't snapped at your dad for his passive aggression, and your mom hadn't commented on how you'd gained weight. It wasn't your fault your beloved boyfriend seemed to be fattening you up!

All in all, a peaceful dinner.

Until your brother, Mark, had to be a dick.

"You still writing on Wattpad?" He asked, an innocent enough question but you knew that tone. Logan stiffened, so you put a hand on his thigh. He chewed hard on the broccoli.

You brace yourself a bit. "Yeah, I got the fanfictions. But I'll have you know, it's a fun hobby and I do pretty well for myself-"

"Writing men kissing on tumblr isn't a hobby any more than making a porno is."

Logan speaks, through a full mouth. "I bet you're the porn expert, considering you're not getting any from anyone else."

"Except your mom."

You raise to hands at both Logan and Mark "Knock if off you two!"

Your mom is glaring at Mark for mentioning porn at the table, but he's pretending to be very interested in his chicken Alfredo.

Still, your dad always has something to say. "It's a shame you can't make money off that. I don't really understand why you do it."

"For fun?" You didn't know what not to get. Your grandma made terrible janky blankets and you all gushed over them. You loved them of course, because it was grandma. Why couldn't you have a hobby weather or not you were good?

But Logan wouldn't let the silence be filled with your families assumptions. "Well, she's writing a book, actually. And it's good, really fu- I mean, it's really good." Logan abides by your moms no swearing rule, but she pays no mind to the always f word as she somehow finds a reason to embarrass you.

"Oh she's always talking about some book or whatever. As a kid it was mystery because she was into the boxcar children. As a teen she was going to write the next big dystopian trilogy." She covers her mouth as she laughs about it.

Logans hand flexes and tightens under the table, trying to remain calm. "And what did you say when she told you about these?"

"Well, I told her she should be more realistic. I mean, I read some of her writing-"

"Because you snooped through my notebooks!"

"And it wasn't exactly Hunger Games."

Logan set down his plate. "So let me get this straight, Diane."

"Lo..." You warn.

"You snooped through notebooks that your daughter wrote by hand on notebooks, at what, 14, 15? Told her that this first draft, which I cannot stress enough, was written on a notebook, wasn't good enough to be published, then you're shocked she didn't finish it?"

When you're moms mouth gapped, your dad stepped in. "She doesn't finish anything, I'm sure you picked up on that. I mean, how many half started art projects are in your house right now?"

An embaressing amount. The other day, you found three different blankets with the same color scheem started. Three! Thrice, you had the same idea and never followed through.

Your boyfriend was not deterred. "Well, maybe, she needs someone whose going to support her, encourage her. Didn't seem like she had a lot of that before."

"WHELP!" You slap your knees, then stand up. "This has been great, but as usual we passed the 15 minute mark, and right on cue, it's time to go."

Your dad was as stubborn as Logan was and stood too. "Oh yeah, and just what are you gonna do to support her, to magically fixed years of fail-"

As you pulled Logan toward the door, Logan counts off on his fingers. "One, tell her that she can actually do it, because she CAN, two, check in on her and let her brainstorm with me. Have you ever actually asked about her plot? No?"

You're giggling to yourself now. Dinner was ruined, but you liked that Logan didn't stand for people talking bad about you.

"And three, she's gonna quit her job so she can focus on writing!"

Well. That one was new. Logan always encouraged your novel in progress, he listened about the characters and offered ideas, gave you a sounding board that wasn't judgmental. Yes, you've complained about no time for writing when you work so much but... No matter, you show a united front in front of your dad.

"Yeah! Because he believes in me." And you were out the door.

*

The drive back was quiet. Espresso was on the radio, and you knew he must be distracted because he didn't change the station, so you spoke first.

"I don't have to quit my-"

"I was gonna talk to you about-"

You both start at the same time. Then you laugh. "You first, Lo."

His body language relaxes for the first time tonight. "I didn't mean to spring that on yuh." I don't wancha to think I'm like. Trying to tell you what to do or make you financially dependent."

"I don't." You assure him. "So... you thought about this?"

He nods. "Yeah I um... I really think you got something good here, baby. I think if you took leave for a while ad really could just focus on the book, it could be something great. I mean, I don't know much about books but even I like it, so... you know... it's gotta be good."

Warmth fills your body as a blush festers under your skin. Logan really believed in you. He believed in your book enough that he was willing to take this risk on you.

"Can we... afford that?"

"Well I thought..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I can always take overtime at work. If I pick up another day or two-"

"Logan! I can't ask your to do that!"

"You're not." He turns to you briefly, smiling, then back to the road. "I'm asking to do this for you, if you'll let me. Then, when you're a high falutin writer, I can be your sugar baby." He pokes yoru side, making you giggle

Still, seed of doubt were deeply entrenched. "But what if I don't do good? It doesn't sell?"

Logan shrugs. "Well, I guess... then you'll try again. Or you don't, an you'll know you finished it and you tried."

A pause. "You're really willing to do this for me?"

"Baby..." He places a hand on yours, eyes once again drifting only briefly from the road to you, then back. "I'd get the moon right now if you asked. Let me do this for us."

For us.

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Okay thats it im done im sorry, that was my own daddy issues, mommy issues, brother issues- lort help lmfao

anyway if you like this, check out my other stuff on my masterlist! if you like dark content, most of my logan is being written over at @romana-after-dark

the bobs burgers referece was the 15 min rule. at exactly 15 min, big bobs says something mean to bob asdfghjkl

my middle brother hosted a surprise party for my parents anniversary and we decided to have me an the ret of my siblings be surprise one, have my oldest brother hiding bc he lives the furthest away for surprise 2, then downstairs my extended family for three. My dad walks in, sees me and my youngest brother who he was't expecting, and before he even says hi he says "where's *oldest brother*" so that felt cool. And we got into a bit of an arguement where he was discrediting my feelings about the move when i was a teenager, and then my brothers and sister were assholes- and i just kept thinking i want logan or santi or joel here to protect me and defend me even against little stuff.

enough about me!

send your requests! give me chubby read, black reader, trans reader, native reader, bi reader, male reader- literally whatever tf you want. I cant say it'll be as long as this one but i got you. you desver to feel supported.

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

I’ve been at a family gathering all day so here are some hcs for a Curtis family gathering

Darry

As the eldest grandchild he was somewhat treated like an adult even before his parents died. But it balanced out by the fact that the entire family worshipped him just for existing. He’s his grandma’s favorite and she makes it VERY obvious.

After his parents died he completely stopped being seen as one of the kids/grandkids. He started helping at the grill and chatting with the other adults. It wasn’t the worst thing over because he was outgrowing a lot of the kids anyways, but it was still SO disorienting for him the first couple times. 

Every so often he’ll say something and the whole family will be forced to remember he’s still barely an adult. And then they’ll have to ponder that for a moment and it kinda kills the mood

One time he was offered a beer and reminded everyone he was underage. That one fucked with them for a while.

All the kids beg Darry to pick them up, carry them around, all that stuff. And he definitely does it every time. They get so pissed when he says he’s tired and stops. Like demon screeching ‘NO’

The big thing Darry doesn’t like about the gatherings is that everyone is trying SO hard to avoid mention anything about the Curtis parent’s deaths. To the point that it’s painfully obvious and very uncomfortable for Darry.

There’s this one asshole uncle and one time he started insulting Soda’s intelligence in front of Darry (Soda was outside) and the two almost fought. The uncle got kicked out after that

He makes an absolutely amazing burger (he learned from his dad)

Sodapop

The poor boy isn’t really anyone’s favorite. They all like him but don’t take as much pride in him as his brothers, he’s really overlooked.

The exception to this is uncle on his dad’s side, he sees himself a lot in Soda and dotes on him. They’re super close and the uncle always slips him five dollars to buy himself something nice

The younger kids definitely absolutely adore them. He loves just roughhousing with them and chasing them around the yard. Most of them call him their favorite cousin and it goes straight to his ego.

One of the kids hurts inevitably themselves and cries every time. Soda always will bundle them into his arms and clean them up before he can get in trouble lol. Most of the time only Ponyboy finds out and my boy isn’t a snitch. 

One of the kids just goes home with a big scrape and their parents are like ‘where did this come from-‘ but nobody has put two and two together yet

At the first gathering after their parents died he broke down sobbing halfway through. Darry found him crying in their moms old bedroom. They went home after that and it turns out they all had wanted to leave.

For extra spice, the reason he started crying is because a lot of those kids weren’t old enough to understand the concept of death and kept asking him where their aunt and uncle were

Him and Ponyboy will have heavy gossip sessions in their room once they get home. Darry knows about them and will sometimes join if the tea is really hot.

Ponyboy

He’s their pride and joy. He’s so insanely spoiled and gets basically whatever he wants. Once it became clear college wasn’t happening for Darry everybody was all over him.

Being a fourteen year old he does NOT enjoy these gatherings. He usually just either sits in the corner with a book or hangs out with the only other cousin his age.

He sometimes likes watching Soda play with the kids because of how happy he looks. However he himself avoids those kids at all costs.

Back to the gossip sessions, Ponyboy ends up with so much knowledge because everyone assumes he isn’t listening or forgets he’s there. This dude knows everything.

He finds their doting so annoying and is like ‘leave me alone’ (he grows out of this ofc, 14 year olds just kinda suck lol)

When he gets older he joins the adults a lot, still not a fan of the kids

[insuke69]

Miles!42 headcanons p2

Part 2 because 2 ppl asked and have sm thoughts of this boy HSJKS

Warnings: No warnings except possesive/jealous?? (I feel like hes a lil toxic, red flag sometimes but red is my fav color <3)

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-He's good with kids but would secretly try to teach a kid curse words

-Is almost always texting you when you two aren't physically together, he's had his phone taken in class so many times because of it.

-He apologizes with flowers, necklaces, Food, make-up making out occaisionally

-Listens to your music taste and definitely has recommended good songs

-He will NEVER tie his shoe laces, just for no reason whatsoever and if you tell him to tie them he'd ask you to do it.

-STALKS YOUR INSTAGRAM NON-STOP. when yall first got together he liked all your posts of the last month

-Would deadass beat anyone who trys grabbing you in any intimate way, almost killed a dude that slapped your ass in the street in public. (Mostly cause one, without consent is a no-no, 2 was disrespectful, 3 only he is allowed to touch your ass smh)

-Thinks you're hot when upset/when y'all argue, hate makeout seshes go hard

-ARGUE-FUCKING-ING. He will piss you off sometimes so he can watch you storm out and a few hours later text him to come over, scenario;

You two were arguing about a post, an instagram post Miles made. It was a picture of you but you didn't know he took it, in the image you were chomping on a big ass burger and had ketchup and some cheese on the corner of your mouth. To Miles it was adorable but to you it was embarrassing, you storm out to your house, pissed, the one moment you were dirty because of food Miles took a picture and POSTED it. You check the Picture again as you lay on your stomach on your bed over a pillow to lay comfortably, remembering the moment; Miles made a stupid joke as you took a bite which made you almost choke as you turned your head to cough, smudging the corner of your moth a bit. Damn, he was so fun.. Missing him already you decide to watch a movie, him never leaving your mind so you just text him once the 2 hour movie was finished.

"Come over pls"

"Be there in 20"

"ily"

-loves movies, If y'all go on a movie theater date he gets tickets in the back, hand over yours the whole time.

+ If the movie ends up sucking y'all just make out in the theater and making jokes about the lines, acting, etc.

-He hates dark chocolate with a passion, deadass HATES it for whatever reason (he claims its too bitter.)

-If you have a guy bsf Miles would really have to get to know the guy and need 24/4 notifications about you and the guy bsf. If you confront him about being jealous or something he'd say anything along the lines of "You don't know the mind of a guy, You may not want anything but he does." and 9/10 he was right.

-DEBATING WITH HIM SUCKS this man will immediately gaslight sm shit that'd make you question life itself. (yet half the time he is talking out of his ass.)

-He is atheist 100% (Fact over faith + lost most of his faith when his dad died :(.)

-He doesn't like white girls, more into latinas/black girlies. (Idc if you're white, its more likely he is more into girls he can semi-relate to in a way.)

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Low-key wanna make scenarios so jst reply what yall want :D

[lilsispro]

Idk if people made W2H OCs cuz everywhere i look there like not there except for DeviantArt and 1 tumbler post (which omg I LOVE THEIR OC!! AAA SUCH A COOL CONCEPT! It was a post by @cactusdraw) which actually suprised me how little of OC are in this fandom considering the fact that it was ard the time everyone crazed abt making OCs to put into their fandom (COUGH COUGH ME COUGH COUGH.) Sooo, i figured that uhhhh i would post my OC i made a year ago that i never had the confidence to show to anyone except for my friends, they said it was a good idea to post it! That was in May- now its October 😭, so ive FINALLY built the courage to post it after 5ish months of thinking abt it, i bring to u..

Burger

Yes yes yes ik goofy name, but i like it :3 (random note but, i hate how big i drew her neck 😭 i remember trying to fix it but it looked werid so i just left it 😭)

Alright, now for lore drop for her ig!

Burger was a 16-17 year old attending Black Sheep high school, (think thats the high schools canon name-) one day she was found dead, she then went to heaven, not to long after became a fallen angel and was sent down to hell (idk if fallen angels exist- i need to ask Erica but i know shes busy but i really wanna ask in her message box in her blog 😭.) Then you know got a job to haunt people to get people down there so when hell is fully renovated it can go as one would expect.

Very basic very simple, but thats not really detailed, heres ghe detailed version bellow here instead of the basic structure: (Warning mentions of abuse, violent acts, and underage drinking)

Burger grew up in a not so stable household to say, parents were restricting, abusive, unfair, all the bad lables for crappy parents who basically to say failed at their job as a parent. So she mainly grew alone in her room learning guitar (base), and how to cook for herself and bake. She joined a band thats known around school for being cheap and decent. She also had a crush on a former band mate named Hidey. Since their band is known they have some form of social reputation around there, say in the middle of the social status of the school reputation system. One faithful day they got a commission to play at Zacks GFs party (im gonna assume he has one since hes a jock) for a few hours, they accepted. When Burger got home that day she went to go head out but then had a argument with her dad and got her guitar smashed. She ran out the house mad asf and used a near by phone booth to call her friend to get a spare guitar for her, they get the guitar and hwad to the party. They perform a few songs, everyone's happy, they get offered to stay so thru do so they dont seem rude. As Burger partied, Zacks GF dragged her to her room to speak privately, they get in the room, have a few drinks of wine after raiding the liquor cabinet a while back in the party, Zacks GF started to act a little of and before burger could say anything abt it, she gets pinned down onto the bed and gets her head slashed off. Turns out, Zacks GF had red punch looking similar to wine while she had wine,and also turns out Zacks GF hated her guts for one reason. A middle school crush on Zack. The most stupidest reason to have a grudge or kill someone over. So then she got to heaven and got a job as a guardian angel, sucked at that not even showing up to her job and instead did sinful like acts in heaven without knowing and got sent to hell becoming a fallen angel and getting a job to haunt a girl named Maria (which my friends OC) and drive her to suicide.

SO MUCH WORD OMG! But thats the detailish version of it! Maria is my friends OC like i said, she told me i could put her in so yeah. Also they dont have the best bond, simialr to socks and jons but instead of one being a joyful teasing demon, burger is a sarcastic ass, and Maria is a depressed teenager that annoyed by her demon. So basically Jonathan and Jonathan. They have some sentimental moments (AND GAY ASS MOMENTS) where they get a little connection to each other. Burgers has 2 canon connections to 2 canon characters, one with jon which is just rivals and same with sock. She basically hates their guts and constantly tries to persuaded Maria to mess with jon but failes horribly. Essentially shes a mix of Jon, Jojo, and sock in th slightest ways with the simialr characteristics/traits and the general way of acting.

Omg thats so much words i feel so bad for writing this much but ima end it off here! Also, other drawings of her

I wanna start drawing her again cuz i got the idea to put her ina a heather chandeliers costume for fun but i cant draw her hair the same way i did a while back. If i find the original drawing of her ill edit the post and pu it in! For now cya!!!

[hvcmixtape]

you've never watched studio ghibli before? don't worry, vernon can fix you.

pairing: vernon x reader; established relationship wc: 700 genre: fluff note: this is for @palajae! i am your @kflixnet secret writer! (and apologies that this is coming so late!) i am not familiar with enhypen, so i decided to make a short one-shot about vernon & studio ghibli. i hope you enjoy!

“Have you ever…”

“Have I ever what?” You don’t even look at him and you’re rolling your eyes. You pull the blanket higher on your lap as you press the down button multiple times. “C’mon, spit it out.”

That warrants a laugh from him. “I was going to say, have you ever watched any Studio Ghibli movies?”

Pursing your lips together, you shake your head. “No, I don’t think so,” you mutter, wracking your brain to try to think of any. “Spirited Away is one, right?”

“Yeah, have you watched it?” The shining light from the television set brings hope to his eyes. You sit in complete darkness, no one else in the apartment except the two of you. The popcorn in the bowl is almost done, with more kernels sitting at the bottom than the snack, and you haven’t even chosen a movie to watch.

Vernon’s feet rest on the coffee table, and you’re so thankful that 1) he’s wearing socks, and 2) all of the other food is packaged and unopened, like your favorite chocopies and the burgers he will inevitably inhale during the movie. You give him props for not eating them yet, considering he’s been waiting all day to eat them during your date night.

You shake your head again. “Nope. You know, why don’t we watch a scary movie? It’ll be fun! It’s going to be Halloween in a few days and it’ll get us in the holiday spirit!”

“You know they say that about Christmas, not Halloween?” Vernon sighs. “Doesn’t matter, I know how this will go.”

“And how will it go?” You turn your body facing toward him with an amused tilt of your head.

“You’ll put on a scary movie and say it’ll be okay, and then you’ll hold onto my strong arms and put your face behind my strong shoulders when it’s the scary parts. And then I have to watch the scary parts all by myself!”

Your whole body vibrates as you chuckle, taking one of his hands into both of yours. “I think you said you were strong, but I wasn’t sure. Won’t a strong man enjoy a horror movie?”

“A strong man can admit that he doesn’t like horror movies, and I don’t.” He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Back to Studio Ghibli, how come you haven’t watched any before?”

“I don’t know.” Your shoulders almost touch your earlobes when you shrug. “Just not part of my childhood. Why, when did you first watch a Studio Ghibli movie?”

Vernon taps the inside of your hand as he thinks, his eyes darting from one side to the other. “7th grade maybe? Ponyo was the first one I watched. You wouldn’t believe my pre-teen self; I was just running up to anyone to tell them about the animation. And I was begging my dad to cook me ramen and ham, it was crazy.”

The grin on your face grows wider and wider as you hear him talk. “And your favorite one?”

“Princess Mononoke, hands down. It’s realistic, but not because it’s fantasy. Does that make sense?” Vernon asks, rubbing the back of your knuckles with his thumb. “Realistic fantasy.”

“It does,” you nod, dipping your hand into the popcorn bowl and tossing a few into your mouth. A frown forms on your face when you can easily feel the plastic bottom of the bowl. “So what you’re trying to tell me is that you want to watch a Studio Ghibli film.”

His laughter brings him to putting his forehead on your shoulder. “Yes,” he says with the remainder of his chuckles tailing the end of the word. “We can watch Spirited Away since you haven’t watched it yet and that’s their most popular movie.”

“Okay,” you pull yourself away from Vernon, getting up on your feet. “You might want to warm up your burgers again so they’re ready to be eaten. I have to make some more popcorn anyway.”

He gets up beside you, gathering the paper bag of burgers in his right and slinging his left arm around your shoulders. “You are so smart. I love you and how you take care of me.”

“And I love you.”

[rius-cave]

Anyone who takes any degree of pride in their grilling skills that I've met refuses to let other people do their marinades and shit. And being the first Dad, I don't see Adam being any exception to the Griller's Rule [Trademark].

Mind, his marinades might not be particularly complex, but I do think he'd do them. Sometimes he might make real weird one's either on accident or out of boredom though.

I would also like to put forward that Adam makes his own burger patties, and he mixes cheese into the meat. He spent like 10 years during Exorcist barbecues sloppily trying to find the right ratio of cheese to put in the patties where it maintains structure but still adds flavor. [He strikes me as a cheddar man]

Goddammit so I'm just the black sheep in this family huh? Fair enough! The people have spoken!

My dad marinades but not all the time, sometimes he lets my mom do it, but I also wouldn't say that he adheres much to the typical dad grilling stereotype lol, though he DOES look like he feels different when he picks up the spatula. Idk man grilling does weird stuff to men I don't get it.

[pen136]

its been so long (like less than a week) since ive burger posted so here we go: headcanon list guys!

also cw - mentions of mental illness/trauma

bob : very much based off my own dad (one of my favorite people alive), bisexual, autistic depressed and clinically anxious, lies on the floor a lot because of back problems, works through injury and illness (the family's doing a bit better on money now but he's lived his whole life in fear of being unable to support the people he loves and their wellbeing), saw that tina aligned herself with femininity from when she was a really little kid (supports her endlessly, was the first one to buy her a dress), gives the kids his old records/cassettes/cds, quality time is his love language, loves crappy old movies from the 80s (like weird science), winona ryder was his childhood crush, tina shows him phoebe bridgers and he loves her (cries to kyoto bc dad issues), so desperately trying to not become his father, dreams about his mom a lot, has been getting gray hairs since he was 17 (purely from stress), bad episodes of insomnia, claims he doesn't mind being away from linda (if shes not in the same room as him for more than an hour he needs to cry, she is his absolute best friend), really adores teddy like a stupid younger brother, fucking hates mr frond with a burning passion

linda : truthfully i dont have much for her. i dont need to really give her any headcannons i worship her the way she is, but shes def adhd and autistic

gene : genderfluid (he/she), audhd, live laugh love fiona apple, bad sensory issues, cant wear pants unless theyre baggy, sisters buys him reusable earplugs, got linda's family's loudness, talks shit WAY too loud, jazz bitch, can surprisingly do a cartwheel really well, walks around belting 90s music (everyone hates it except lin), loves makeup and looks amazing in it (tina is secretly really pissed that he looks better in it than her), can fall asleep anywhere, will eat anything once, has bit alex/courtney as a form of affection (tina and louise too but theyre used to it), will sit on tinas floor and vent to her at any given moment, remembers nothing except for the most obscure random things about the people he loves, incorporates music in all of his school reports, loves salty food especially

louise : unlabeled (she/they), autistic, loves japanese candies and snacks, phone screen chronically cracked, permanently cold hands, tina does her hair, makes own jewelry and pins, loves broaches and mints but always forgets which is in which tin, has drank paint water by accident, very artistic, loves to draw in comic book/manga styles, secretly really enjoys being around jimmy jr (finds him really funny), loves a good ironic trucker hat, if you can read this the bitch fell off, needs glasses (ends up getting funky ones like lindas), short fingers that are always painted light green and pink, lots of scars on hands from skateboarding, learns bass later in life, starts saying "oh my god" like bob

tina : transfemme (she/her), autistic/has clinical anxiety and depression, speaks with the most subtle new york accent (residual from linda), multilingual (fluent in spanish, conversational in french, knows some korean, can say random words in various others), loves bad campy horror movies, incredibly soft but always sweaty hands, layers her hair (learns to cut her own), because of everything thats happened she is extremely paranoid about family dying, sensitive skin, has a bunch of digestive issues (throws up a lot), sometimes has violent tendencies (feels guilty for them always), sleep walking/chronic nightmares (wakes up screaming a lot), watches drag race with bob, #1 phoebe bridgers/lucy dacus/julien baker fan, adores sleater-kinney, loves riot grrl music, bites nails, extremely clumsy (scars), loves big jackets over dresses, takes naps because she cant sleep at night, truly is her fathers daughter

i do not think anyone will read this whole thing, but i hope you like it if you did

[jcs-singular-slut-strand]

sleepover weekend from me!!

-> would you rather go to a party with jin guangshan or do coke in a gas station bathroom with wen ruohan/joke (i missed this joke tbh i had to make it)

-> yunmeng jiang sect headcannons! c'mon heap them on me. thoughts on them making, dyeing and exporting silk? i love worldbuilding.

-> choose between chengxuan and chengsu! reasons if you wanna give?

-> tell me three good things that happened to you or around you since the start of may, and also tell me about any random ass thing that irritates so, so much.

-> rec me anything honestly, i'll take it. i know you've got tolkein stuff on your alt, but if have to start lotr/similliarion (did i get that correctly), where do i start?

-> tell me about your first crush (no pressure at all, feel free to skip this)

I would do coke with Wen Rouhan in the bathrooms at Annandale Waters Service Station. They have clean bathrooms and a Burger King, I feel as if Wen Rouhan would enjoy a Whopper

YMJ headcanons

Yunmeng Jiang has the strongest trade relations with Meishan Yu out of the four greatest sects for obvious reasons.

The people of Yunmeng 100% have songs about the amazing Sandu Shengshou, which the Jiang disciples would obviously then sing just to piss Jiang Cheng off (they taught them to Jin Ling when he was merging from babbling toddler to chatty 5 year old).

All new disciples (and the older ones if they're acting in a way Jiang Cheng deems irresponsible and hazardous) are required to sit a Water and Boat Saftey Course. There's a written and a practical at the end, obvs. If you fail well then tough shit, you're resitting the course along with the disciples who have been reckless. This headcanon is inspired by my 90 year old grandpa who has sat the British speeding awareness course 2-3 times

Chengxuan vs Chengsu is actually really hard. However, Chengsu is more realistic I feel, especially during the time skip and after it. I love childhood best friends AU for Chengxuan and also all that Sunshot Campaign Chengxuan and modern AU's. But Chengsu takes the win; a high profile affair, raising a child who isn't yours with someone who isn't your husband, saltiness and self pity over the people you love choosing a Lan over you. Incredible.

On Sunday, my dad felt bad about forcing me to help him put up 2 coat racks, so he bought me jolibee and bubble tea

I went to Jolibee again yesterday

I had pepsi max for breakfast this morning

There are many, many things that truly piss me off but I can't be bothered going into detail right now so to keep things plain and simple, im gonna stick to something that's pissed me off today. Snapchat has this filter where you and a friend put in a photo of yourself and then it uses AI to generate what your child looks like. Me and my best friend, one of my favourite people ever, make ugly children. And I hate that. Why was that little girl so fucking ugly what was the reason snapchat???

I'm not sure what you mean so I'm just gonna link some of my fave fanfiction but also explain how I feel is the best way to get into the Tolkien fandom

Inexplicably around each other by adasinon = I just think this is sweet. Zhancheng nation ig

The Bounty of Our Days by remiges = Yu Ziyuan x Zhao Zhuliu, God I love them. It's like a character study and a backstory, I think it's really nice and fleshes out the characters

Sappy song on the old radio by Morethancupcake = oh my lord. Chengxian, modern au, childhood something. Past wangxian, past jiang cheng x literally anyone that is remotely bad for him. Couples therapy except Jiang Cheng didn't want to be there and they're not a couple anymore/yet, angst, coming back to each other later in life. I've only read this once but it's just that memorable.

Love you to death by KayllanBreak = Jiang Cheng kills Yu Ziyuan but no one can work out why (police inspector song lan). Wei Wuxian and Jiang cheng rocky relationship, Jin Ling idolising Jiang Cheng (naturally), Jiang Yanli lying her ass off for him, Jin Zixuan being his lawyer. Jiang Fengmian bashing 💗💗💗💗. Lan wangji is barely in this but when he is he's an utter arsehole.

Keep making trouble (till you find what you love) by Silveryogus = I FUCKING LOCE THIS FIC!!!! CHENGXUAN!!! Modern AU road trip to Lanling after the Xuanyu cave. Jin Zixuan has a talent for shoplifting (Jiang Cheng sent him to get clothes and he came back with too small trousers, yellow shirts, and sunglasses). Oh yeah and Jin Zixuan gets shot in a corner shop. Fellas is it gay to get into a high speed police chase whilst the guy you're semi unwillingly travelling with leans out the window and tries to shoot out the police's tires? Especially when said guy mentions smoking once and you spend some of the limited money you have on cigarettes??? Apparently I've visited this 70 times

Stray Dogs Parable by natcat5 = Post burning of Lotus Pier, no golden core debacle, jiang cheng recognising that his parents leadership strategies won't work in his situation/are just plain ineffective, proving his worth as a Sect Leader and earning the loyalty of his incredibly small number of disciples (the ones who survived), also Jiang Cheng sucks poison out of someone's ankle

Anyways, if you're getting into the Tolkien fandom I would recommend watching the hobbit films first, even though they're not entirely book accurate it's still a good way to get a feel of the story and work out if it's something you'd like. Then I would read the book. Same process for Lord of the rings. The silmarillion... God i actually can't say anything, you've just gotta re read the first 3-4 chapters a couple of times and then you should be fine...

My first crush is a dickhead who has progressively gotten worse and worse looking as time has gone on. I genuinely have no idea what I ever saw in him except for the fact that he laughed at my jokes and used to give me the answers in class. It was very embarrassing for all parties involved, I feel 😭

[nonbinary-hatter]

I wanted to draw the Belcher siblings the way I see them in my bon burger universe.

This is after the movie and how it affects them a lot more Trauma base anyway.

First up is Tina Belcher

* she wears baggy clothes, she feels comfortable in them

*she got the least cuts out of her siblings

* her anxiety and her trust issues with people went through the roof. She has to take anxiety meds, just to get through the day.

*refuse to look anyone in the eyes, except her family. Can't handle looking at strangers or her classmate. Thinking there to get her and her family

* became mute mostly, will only speak in her room or whispering to try to calm down her younger siblings.

* much more protective of her family and learn how to do first aid and cpr.

* she still helps with the restaurant, but only stays in the back with her dad.

* she became homeschool for a while, till her therapist and Mr. frond helped her with returning back to school

* her first day back was just her having a bad anxiety attack in the girls bathroom. It took her siblings to relax her... She went home early that day

* her classmate tried their hardest to include her with things, but she has walls up around her. It will take months for her to even start chipping away.

*Tina and her family know sign language, when Tina becomes mute.

*Zeke was the first one to try to learn and try to get Tina out of her deep..deep shell.."

*Tina will always have her crossbody bag on her, she refuses to take it off.

*her glasses are the ones she wore when the whole "grover thing" happened. She doesn't want to get new ones, she wants to have her broken glasses as a memory of that day.

*same thing goes with her hair clip. Jimmy Jr gave it to her, but she had a breakdown with flashbacks of that awful day. Jimmy Jr had to call her dad to come and get her.

* it will take a semester for school for Tina to start to slowly warm up to anyone, other than her family. Her first word was when she grabbed Zeke's jacket sleeve and told him "stay" when she was having a panic attack on a field trip to the museum.

*Zeke and Jimmy Jr, became so close to Tina and the Belcher family over the years. Making sure Tina wasn't alone during school hours and checking on her/helping out around the restaurant

*Tina first laughed when, gene slipped on a ketchup packet and he made an off the wall comment about it. Everyone turned their head and looked at her with shock and happiness. Linda cried about it for 2 hours

What's in the bag

First aid kit

Notebook

A pencil case

Picture of her family

Stress toys

Anxiety meds

Her siblings back up meds

Tissues

Stickers

Nose canceling headphones

Duck tape (for her glasses)

[serialfirstdater]

London #6: The Essex Military Man

I came across a profile of a mustached man on my Hinge who liked me. I debated on him because he wasn't my type but he flexed in one photo and I thought he could toss me around. So I gave him a swipe.

We started chatting and I found out that he was in the military. My interest in him immediately decreased. I mean, he did look like he was in the military. Except the military was one of the occupations I wasn't interested in for a potential partner. Not because they are away all the time, that never concerned me. Instead, salary in the military has never been the greatest. Anyone who knows me well knows how much I scrutinize a man's earnings when I look at a long-term relationship.

Despite my hesitation, I couldn't bear to unmatch him because he was putting in effort to talk to me. He came off a bit eager via text. When I was sick with food poisoning, as you might remember in my previous entry, he sent me couple stickers on WhatsApp and told me he wished he was there to take care of me because I seemed like a sweet girl.

I thought that was a lot, especially from someone I haven't met yet. We had only been talking for a few days at this point. I was a little wary, worried he might be overinvested and perhaps would be weird in real life. (Remember the London Nurse?)

We kept talking until he finally asked me out for our first date. When we met, he came with a full beard and dressed casually with a white band tee. It wasn't how I like my men to dress on the first date but, this was supposed to be chill. He actually came off a lot more normal than I expected.

He took me to Greenwich, a cute neighbourhood town with some English charm. We first walked around Greenwich Market and he asked what I wanted to eat. As cute as it was and I love a good food market, eating and getting to know each other would be difficult standing in a crowded place. I suggested we just stick to a restaurant to make our lives easier.

We headed to Bill's, a nice all-day chain perfect for affordable brunch and family dining. I ordered a delicious and massive brunch dish, excited to get some food in my belly.

As he spoke in his thick Essex accent excitedly about his time in the military, I started to feel a little sleepy during our conversation. You see, this man gave off the biggest teddy bear/Santa Claus/dad vibes. Rather than being physically attracted to him, all I wanted to do was lie on top of him, let him stroke my hair, and talk so I could fall asleep. Like a child lying in her father's arms. I never had a man that evoked such a non-sexual specific want ever until this very moment.

If this wasn't a flag, I don't know what was (in the most innocent way possible of course). I envisioned him being a great, fun father to a couple of kids. I could vividly imagine him making burgers at a backyard barbeque with his other married friends, and children running around during the summer. However, I didn't see him as the father of my children.

We left the restaurant and explored Greenwich. I took in the sites and had him snap some tourist photos of me. We decided to take the underground path from Greenwich to the other side of the river. We debated where to go and he told me he wanted to show me a rooftop garden in Canary Wharf, an area that resembles Toronto's Harbourfront because of their sterile condos on the water.

At the rooftop garden, he told me he had a fantastic date with a girl that he also took up there. Only to find out after a few hours on the date, that she confessed she had a boyfriend. I would never understand people who do that. I never had to worry about a man ever randomly telling me he had a girlfriend on the date (though one Italian guy I'm sure cheated on his girlfriend with me years ago).

The date continued with us sitting outside in front of a jumbo screen in an open grassed area. The jumbo screen was airing the Paris Olympics and the tennis match was on. The Essex Military Man and I continued to converse and had a good conversation, including topics such as dating. I told him about my experiences and how I viewed dating candidly. Perhaps it was one of the signs that I was not as interested in him because I was very truthful about my dating intentions. When I like the guy (and I do not know where he stands with his dating intentions), I hold back that information. Because I feel if I am too honest, the romantic vibes would be off.

The date lasted for 9.5 hours. Normally, this was a great sign, right? However, I just got along with the Essex Military Man very well. I debated if I had any romantic interest in him the entire day. We agreed to hang out another time and he continued to text me.

I dreaded his messages in the upcoming days, filled with what he did that day and little tidbits about himself. I kept telling my friends I would give him a second date but would reject him later.

My friends told me that I might as well end things now since I had no excitement towards him. Despite him being super sweet, and I felt very secure around him, he did not bring any romantic or sexual attraction out of me. And our date was just long enough for me to know.

About a week after our date and our second date not yet finalized, I finally pulled the plug. I told him I enjoyed our time together but did not feel the romantic spark. I told him he was sweet and wished him all the best.

I expected him to respond, thanking me for letting him know and wishing me the best of luck as well. Instead, my text was met with silence and I never heard from him again.

I felt a little bad but I was glad to have done it before he wasted his time and money on a second date that was going nowhere.

[survey--s]

651.

When was the last time you had a Poptart? About a month ago. It was a chocolate fudge one, I believe.

Do you like hot chocolate? I hate the instant stuff, but I do like proper Italian hot chocolate that's so thick you can stand your spoon up in it - it's basically melted chocolate with cream/milk added. I had an incredible one in Italy once and insisted we went back to the same cafe everyday of our visit haha.

Where do you buy gasoline? The petrol station at the end of the road.

Who made you laugh the hardest today? I haven't really spoken to anyone except Mike but I wouldn't say he's made me laugh. It was maybe the cats lol.

Who was the last person to promise you something, and what was it? Mike promised he'd ring his dad once he went upstairs, and he did.

Would you ever jump into a fire to save your bestfriend? Nobody knows how they'd act in that situation - you generally go into fight/flight mode and react on instinct, which is why I don't think it's fair to judge people based on how they act in an emergency.

Do you have a callus from writing too much? Not now, but I did when I was in school/university.

What was the last thing you failed at? I don't know.

Who is someone you’ve made a bad first impression on? Nobody in particular comes to mind right now.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I don't think I've ever done anything too horrendous, honestly. Overall I like to think I'm a pretty decent person.

Can you use chopsticks correctly? Yes, but I'm slow.

What was the last movie you watched on TV? Moulin Rouge but it was just on as background noise.

Who is your best guy friend? Mike.

Do you think walruses are cute? No.

What is the correct plural form of platypus? Platypuses.

When was the last time you used a glue stick? About twenty years ago.

What is your favorite form of transportation? Car. It's just the most convenient around here. Public transport is expensive and takes at least twice as long.

Who was the last person to sign off without messaging back to you? Suzanne but it's not exactly urgent. Do you read cereal boxes while you’re eating? Ha, I did back in the day before mobile phones. Or I read at the table.

What’s the last thing you accidentally (or purposely) burnt? Toast. A bit of the crust got caught in the toaster.

Do you know anyone named Trey? No. I don't think I've heard of anyone in the UK with that name.

What was the name of your last or current math teacher? Richard Hobley.

Did you know that there is a Twilight-sponsored Blood Drive named, “Carlisle Would Approve”? Donate blood for Edward? :) Ew.

Do you know anyone with a lip piercing? Not anymore, no. Everyone I know who had facial piercings had them removed.

What did the last tattoo you saw, look like? No idea, Mike is just covered in them.

Do you own any hair ribbons? No.

When was the last time you curled your hair with a curling iron? Never, my hair is naturally curly.

Do your fingertips hurt when you type for a long time? No.

Do you know anyone with a green bookbag? Mike has a green bag. Do you like colorful skinny jeans? I have some purple ones which I like, but generally no.

What was the last reason you were disappointed at someone? I got a cancellation on Tuesday but I'm sure she only cancelled as I messaged her to check something, which is a bit annoying.

Do you like “Juicy Couture”? No.

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans from? George.

When was the last time you wore a white shirt? No idea, I pretty much never wear white.

Have you ever given birth? No.

Doesn’t it just sound painful? It sounds horrendous. So does pregnancy. I have no idea why anyone would put themselves through either, lol.

Did you know that the equivalence of a woman giving birth, is a man peeing out a golf ball? 0_o Yep. Which begs the question - WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT.

Do you enjoy making out? Not really.

What color are your nails painted? They aren’t.

What’s your favorite food to put ketchup on? I don't put ketchup ON anything except burgers. I prefer it on the side so I can dip and my hands don't get covered in sauce.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

459 of 2023

Do you think you are pregnant?

Lmao. Biology is not that advanced yet. Has anybody ever seen an AMAB person being pregnant?

If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose?

Summer because long days, but not 30°C, please.

You've had sex within these past 10 days haven't you?

Sadly, I have to say yet.

You have to get a piercing, what do you get?

Another ear piercing.

You have to get a tattoo, where and what do you get?

A triangle in ace colours, place is yet to be decided.

What are you wearing?

Black cargo pants, black t-shirt, and all my pracelets and my wedding ring.

Do you miss anyone?

Yeah, my parents.

When is the last time someone of the opposite sex gave you a hug?

Last time I was at work, Jasmine gave me one and she said she was happy to see me.

Plans for tomorrow?

Going to the sea again. And looking through online shops just because.

Is anything wrong?

Not at the moment.

Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

It's been almost always great with my dad, and it improved a lot with my mum.

Are your friends taller than you?

Lol no. Just a few of them.

What were you doing this morning at 5:30?

Sleeping.

What were you doing 2 hours ago?

Making dinner.

Do you like the ocean?

I love the ocean. I was almost raised at the beach.

Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?

No preference, as long as the bed is big enough.

How many windows are open on your computer?

Mail service, web browser, GIMP, Wordpad, Notepad and that' s all.

Texted?

Who texted?

Was the first person you talked to today male or female?

Male, but fuck your gendered bullshit.

Who was the last person you rode in a car with?

My husband.

What woke you up this morning?

Alarm clock plus our older cat jumping on me and purring.

Do you know anyone named Matt?

More of Matthias.

When was the last time you talked to a sibling?

Long time ago, at least in person.

Is your hair curly or straight?

Neither, actually.

Do you wear glasses?

Yeah, I do. My eyes are too dry for contacts.

Are you currently jealous?

Of what? Jealousy is unfamiliar to me.

What are you doing today?

Travelling around the country and cleaning the house.

What jewelry are you currently wearing?

My wedding ring and all my piercings, except one in my right ear.

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

I've never even tried, so what is that question about.

Have you ever in any way, been betrayed by someone you trust?

Yeah, but there's too much to talk about and I'd rather not.

How late did you stay up last night and why?

Until 21:30 because yes.

Are you picky about who you give your number to?

Yup. Only business contacts and good friends.

What do you prefer: McDonalds or Burger King?

Both are good, can't choose.

Would you rather go to Greece or Hawaii?

Greece, seems more appealing in a way.

Did you have a good birthday this year?

Just like any other day.

[withoutpermissionarchive]

"The Job Application" by Richard Zobon Baxter

After more than a year in prison, I applied for a job at the same fast-food restaurant I worked at when I was 16. Four years earlier, I’d been hired on the spot so I’d be lying if I said I expected anything different the second time around. Even with a felony on my record, c’mon, it’s flipping burgers. So I was honest on the application where it asked if I’d been convicted of a felony. I wanted to start things off right.

As the manager read my application — fast-food experience from four restaurants and scheduling flexibility from open to close all week, except Sunday mornings for church — she began to nod her head, silently assuring me. When she reached the section where the conviction box is located, her body tensed up. “Y-you will have to come and speak to the other manager on Thursday, thank you,” she said, her voice cracking. I told myself I’d persuade the other manager to hire me. I went back that Thursday and was told that he hadn’t reviewed my application. After days of follow-up calls and visits, I was finally informed that they would not hire me because of my felony.

I started lying on applications and was hired at an ice cream and burger restaurant, where they didn’t do a background check. But then I was forced to quit because I had to move to the other side of the city with my parents, my only housing option. I was only 21, but I felt worthless — I couldn’t join the Army, I couldn’t rent an apartment, I didn’t have any money. 

As the financial pressure began to weigh on me, I reached out to a family member — a known drug dealer — for a way to make money. He reluctantly accepted so I jumped off the porch into the streets of Tulsa. I was fearless and had nothing to lose. My time in the drug trade was a short, impactful few years. My risk-taking elevated me in the business and eventually led to charges of trafficking cocaine and ecstasy and, separately, firearm possession.

While in jail awaiting two trials, I found Kelly v. State, an Oklahoma case where a police search had been overturned, which was similar to the search that led to my drug charges. I knew if they couldn’t do Kelly like that then they couldn’t do me like that. My drug case was dismissed in May 2008, but the district attorney got it reinstated and I went to trial. At 26, I was sentenced to 121 years for trafficking drugs and paraphernalia. (The previous year I had been sentenced to 10 years on the firearm charge.)

I spent my time in the prison law library continuing to research case laws and criminal statutes. I was determined to prove that the court got my drug case wrong and that the police conducted an illegal search of my vehicle. In 2010, I won my appeal using a Supreme Court case, but I wasn’t released until 2012 when I fulfilled my firearm sentence through good behavior.

Once again, I arrived home and didn’t know what to do for work. This time, I didn’t want to give anyone an opportunity to send me to prison again. But I was a high school dropout, and I didn’t think I had any special skills. Then my dad said to me, “You do have a skill. You know the law.” I realized he was right and decided to enroll in Tulsa Community College’s paralegal program.

While I was a student, I found a part-time job as a janitor, scrubbing toilets for a third-party cleaning service with a department store contract. It was disgusting work, but it was an honest wage. After a few months, the company sold its contract to a larger janitorial operation. We were told they would hire everyone who was employed under the contract. After a background check, I was sent a denial letter saying they couldn’t keep me on. Basically, because I’m a felon, I’m not good enough to scrub toilets.

I felt like I couldn’t be viewed as any lower, smaller or more worthless than that. I knew that it may not be a one-time occurrence. I wanted to prove people wrong and take ownership of my past. I saw the rejection as a steppingstone to reach greater heights.

I graduated from the paralegal studies program with honors in 2015. Now six years after I was let go, my office has two plaques representing my life: the denial letter from the janitorial operation and my degree.

[ssavanessa22]

A Bundle of surprises

A/n: it's not Monday, but who gives a fuck right now 🤷🏾‍♀️Also, as I rewrote half the show cause I can do whatever I want 😗 thank you for @samuel-de-champagne-problems de-champagne-problems de-champagne-problems, for helping with this fic and @sweetandsunny for helping me and getting me out of my writer's block! Again reblogs and comments are what help me write more :)

Masterlist

Warnings: pregnant fem! Reader

Parings: Spencer x reader romantic, Aaron x reader platonic

She had been tossing and turning the whole night; she never sleeps well without spencer next to her, lightly tracing the curvature of her back with his hands or gently tracing the stretch marks that delicately wrapped around my bump and thighs like petals in the wind. She had had ups and downs; the cravings at 2 am for McDonald's fries with KFC chicken and subway meatballs. The crankness towards the whole team even causing her to have a meltdown in the middle of the bullpen, but it was all going to be worth it. She was two weeks shy of giving birth, nearly done growing the baby she and Spencer had been waiting for.

Even though the bau had had its fair share of agents come and go through those glass doors since she and spencer first started. She's tried her hardest to keep in contact with as many people as she possibly could. Meeting kate’s baby after she had given birth and always making sure Meghan needed anyone to talk to after the whole ordeal, sending emails back and forth to sever and Todd. Finding Alex after she left and sternly telling her that she didn't get to be another person who left Spencer without an explanation making sure both brainiac‘s spent as much time together as their schedules allowed. Even going as far as turning up at Derek’s house at 1 am and forcing him to help her follow Gideon down the east coast and ultimately save his life. However, the person she stayed in contact with the most throughout the years was Aaron; after the whole experience with Scratch, Aaron and Jack came back from witness protection. However, Aaron didn’t want to be unit chief anymore. It was hard for her to see Spencer lose another person in his life; nonetheless, she understood why Aaron made that decision.

After he left, no one on the team had seen him or even spoken to him except Rossi a few times, and it deeply upset her; how can someone she considered a father leave her life. She knew Spence had lost his fair share of people in his life, but she also lost people she considered family, and not having that father figure around hurt her. So when she was 2 months pregnant and violently throwing up, home alone because she forced Spencer to go to work she did what any rational person would do. She stomped all the way the Cruz’s office cried her eyes out and begged him for Aarons new address and the address of jacks high school. She had already tried all his phone numbers and went to his old apartment before and he's wasn't there so this was her last chance. And again as any pregnant woman would do with raging hormones coursing through her...she kidnapped Jack from school.

Aaron was pacing his living room, already getting ready to call Cruz to order the Marshalls, CARD anyone. Jack hadn't been answering his messages or calls anything, and he's was worried sick the flashbacks to Haley and a young jack invaded his mind. This couldn't be happening again. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard jacks special knock on the door and ran as fast as possible to answer it. “Hey, dad”

“Jesus Christ jack you scared the crap out of me where we're you” he said after breathing out in relief

“I was with a friend she took me to Wendy's and we had burgers”

“Jack who's your friend, you need to tell me if you going to go out”

Jack step to the side of the door. Aaron could see who was with him

“Aaron, if you hadn't been ignoring my calls, I wouldn't have had to kidnap jack.”

“Y/n your kidding me why the fu-”

“look, I'm sorry, but for the last 13 years, I've seen people leave Spencer with just a note or a book; I needed you, and you just left, and now I'm pregnant and my mums been great and all, but I just needed a dad, and you left” by this point, you were full-on sobbing on Aaron's doorstep tears bubbling up in your face and ruining your makeup causing Aarons face softened.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry. I just felt terrible for leaving, and I knew you would beg me to stay, and I couldn't do that.”

“I wouldn't have forced you. I love you and Jack too much to make you stay. I would have told you to go.”

“I’m so sorry; I'm so sorry.”

“It's okay. I just missed you so much; please don't leave again.”

And that's how you became the only person that Aaron was in contact with; at the BAU, he had sworn you to Secrecy and said that it would be too much for him right now to be talking to the whole team regardless, The secret was killing you.

Waddling your way into The BAU, she was greeted by the whole team at their desks.

“If it isn't, mama Reid, how are you doing, honey” Penelope Squealed once she saw you

“I'm doing well, sweetheart, cause you are all so sweet and cute, and I needed to get out of the house. I made some sweet treats for you all. Cinnamon buns and some cupcakes”

“Well, isn't that a nice surprise? I will be taking many”, luke replied

“Take as many as your heart desires luke, oh and Matt, I have some extra for the kids and your hottie at home.”

“Thanks n/n the kids are gonna love these”, he mumbled whilst take a big bite out of a cupcake “and stop calling my wife a hottie”, he quipped back

“I am not making any promises, matt”, you replied whilst giggling “now, where is my baby daddy.”

Just as y/n asked the team where spencer was, he came out of the break room with Tara

“I mean, scientists haven't done a study on it, but I see I can't see why they couldn't test whether different positions in sexual intercourse make more babies who don't fit societies eurocentric standard of beauty. It all depends on- baby, what are doing here!”

Jogging up to you and kissing your belly and your Cheek

“Just here to deliver some sweet treats to you cause you guys work so hard, and you deserve it.”

“Well, thank you for that, baby. It means a lot”, spencer replied before slapping a sweet and long kiss on your lips

You weren't prepared for Spence to kiss you that passionately. Your face was burning hot, and everyone could see you visibly getting flustered

“You alright there, mama? You look all hot and flustered”, Penelope asked

“Yeah, I'm good just haven't been kissed like that in a while, is all; it made me feel all hot and flustered.”

“Oh, we can tell, love. I think your water just broke from that kiss”, Emily interrupted quickly

Looking down as best as you could with your large bump in the way, you saw a small patch of liquid on the floor right beneath you

“Holy shit, this can be happening right now, not in this filthy office filled with antibodies and people and dirt and an array of microbes, and God y/n their early the baby is early your only 38 weeks we've still got some time this can't be happening.”

“Oh my goodness, baby genius is coming. I repeat baby genius is coming!”

You started stroking Spencer's arm, trying to calm him down by using the breathing exercises you two practised in preparation for the reaction he would have when your water broke

“Spencer; honey, it's fine. Everything is going to be okay. My hospital bags are in the car. Let's all breathe, including you, penny.”

After calming both spencer and Garcia from the edge of a panic attack, you and spencer made it down to the car with Matt as you made the executive decision that Reid was in no state to drive.

“Spencer, everything's going to be OK; you need to breathe in and out, baby in and out”

“Okay, okay, I'm trying. I'm trying really hard”

“You know the way your coaching spencer to breathe. You would think he's the one having the baby, not you,” Matt said from the driver's seat

“Funny joke Matt but right now is not the time.”

“Okay, I'm good now. Everything is fine with me Garcia called your mum on our way down here. Your sister is on the way. Is there anyone I forget to tell?”

Crap, you forgot about this problem; you said you would cross that bridge when you got there, and now you are here. You want Aaron there. You need him there; you can't call your dad and ask for his support like all your other pregnant friends, and he's the closest thing you've had to a father in years. But if you call him, everyone will know you were in contact with him; spencer will know, and God knows who he will take that. He was distraught when Aaron had to leave, and him knowing you've been close with Aaron this whole time might just break him. But the contractions are starting to hit you now, so you can decide that later.

“Nope, no one else that's everyone”

You were at hour 10 at this point tired, and in so much pain the ice chips spencer was giving you weren't helping anymore, and the braids in your hair were too long, and we're frustrating her

“It's been hours, and I can't do this anyone mum please I'm so tired I can't- I'm sick of this I want this over with I want this baby out now, I'm hungry and sad and angry and happy all rolled up into one big ball please make it stop mum.”

“Honey your you're doing so well right now; okay, I'm so proud of you, baby, but maybe if your feeling like this, we should call him”

“Call who? I thought we told everyone we needed to tell”

“Mum why this was no the right time to tell me this not now not when I'm pushing a baby out of me”

“Baby I think it's time your tell him you wanted him here to support your he was part of the birth plan”

Can one of you please tell me who you're calling about

“I'm sorry, Spence, and I don't know how to tell you this, but I reconnected with Aaron, and we got close again, and I wanted him here as a dad, and I love jack like a brother, and sometimes I accidentally call him dad and right now I'm feeling a lot of things, and I'm in so much pain right now I'm so sorry please don't be mad at me- owwwww omg this shit hurts so bad.”

“Y/n, why didn't you tell me this earlier? I don't know what?- I can't.”

“Spencer I love your you so so much and I know your upset and confused right now but can you please just for now be there for me and then you can be mad at me as much as you want after and please call Aaron”

“Baby, I'm staying with you, and your mums going to call Aaron, so it's all good, and I understand why you were scared, but please just come to me next time and tell me I wouldn't have been mad love”

“Okay, he's gonna be here anytime soon, okay, honey.”

“Okay mama my fucking God, I can't- this is too much I'm done now I can't do think can't I need to leave”

As you try to swing your legs around the side of the bed, ignoring the words of concern from; the nurses, doctors, your mother and spencer trying to stop you from escaping. Your room door opened, and Aaron walked in on the scene of people trying to prevent you from running, well, more like shuffling away. An uncharacteristic smile enveloped his face as he let out a high pitched laugh.

“What on earth are you doing y/n”

“What does it look like I'm doing? I can't do this anymore. It's too painful, and it's too much. I'm leaving.”

“You and I both know you can't leave, sweetheart, Reid. Let's help get y/n back on the bed, okay.”

“Reluctantly, with the help of y/m/n, Aaron and Spencer, you made it back of the bed.”

“Aaron, I'm scared”

“I know y/n but your so closes your nearly over with this all and you'll get to meet your beautiful baby”

“I know it's- wait, how do you know I'm nearly done? You've only just found out I'm in the hospital so. Clearly, my mum told you early than 20 minutes ago, and you weren't calling me sweetheart. You were calling her, sweetheart”

“Y/n honey, maybe you should practice your breathing excises one in one out like that”

“Nope, you will not be distracting me today women; you and Aaron are fucking Jesus you two are fucking why-owwww, another contraction.”

“Y/n love, We have just started messaging about you and your pregnancy, and everything just kind of developed from there.”

“As much as I am disturbed by the revelation right now in happy you're both deserve happiness, and my mind has been in love with since forever, well more specifically when you came back from Pakistan with that beard.”

“I love you and your mother so much, and it's good to see you again Spencer we have some catching up to do don't we”

“That we do indeed”

“I hate the spoil this lovely moment between you four but it's time y/n to push this baby out”

After 30 more minutes of pain, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl; you and spencer sat on the bed caressing her cute little cheeks and seeing the tight ringlets of curls strewn around her head, you reflected on how blessed you were to be around the people you loved so dearly.

I guess all my heartburn was worth the hair on her huh

You and I both know that is just an old wives tale y/n

Let me bask in this Spencer for like 2 minutes and then you can fact check me later

Maybe Spencer was still upset with you and Aaron for keeping this secret. Perhaps your and Aaron relationship will change now because he's with your mother, but right now, all that matters is the sweet precious baby in you and spencers arms. And maybe everything will end up the way it was supposed to be.

A/n: This mutual appreciation fic is dedicated to @boldlyvoid; they are literally one of the kindest, sweetest people on this app. They are so caring and thoughtful and genuinely care about anyone who visits their page. We became mutuals when the community on here did some of the most disturbing things imaginable. I felt very excluded during this time, but Emily was so kind with her words and actions even when she didn't even know me that well and had no reason to be excellent. She's like the Tumblr big sister everyone needs on this app, calling people out after I was sent my first hate anon reblogging and celebrating when I post fics. And I think being the only two people in the world who ship Luke x, Matt and Kristy, together, lmao. Overall they are hilarious, kind and caring. Also, a fucking fantastic writer, and if you don't already follow them, then you need to right now!

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[tzaarons]

4town headcanons:

robaire:

-a HUGE perfectionist 

-gets matching bracelets for the whole band (the rings were his idea)

-hates orange flavored things 

-has had a fear of hoverboards ever since he fell off of his friend’s in middle school

-had a club penguin phase 

-orders stuff online everyday  

-avid watcher of soap operas and recommends some of his favorites to z (z pretends to not care but starts watching them alone in his room later)

-shows up to every one of jesse’s daughter’s ballet recitals with a bouquet of flowers 

-laughs the hardest out of everyone at t’s pranks but claims he doesn’t find them funny 

-him, tae, and jesse plan spa days once in a while 

-says “bless me” instead of “bless you” when he is by himself 

-total germaphobe 

jesse:

-hypes himself up in the mirror every morning 

-overpacks for everything and anything 

-is on letterboxd 24/7

-always makes sure there’s something for taeyoung to eat at a restaurant since he’s a vegetarian 

-very annoyed about the fact that he can’t whistle 

-his kids buy him those #1 dad trophies from their school’s book fair and he treasures every single one of them 

-t implied that he saw jesse as an older brother figure ONCE and jesse started crying on the spot

-very picky about hair products or shower products in general 

-cannot handle spicy stuff to save his life (his eyes got teary eating hot cheetos once and t always brings it up)

-watches baking shows and thinks he can do better while being horrible at baking 

-heard z say his favorite candy were m&ms ONCE and now he always buys them for him whenever he goes to the store 

-tried to teach robaire how to play guitar (he was horrible at it but kept telling robaire that he’d get there)

-makes his kids halloween costumes 

aaron z:

-hates olives 

-has a younger sister and an older brother 

-whenever he had to go into victoria’s secret with his sister or mom he’d stay 5 feet away from the bras and awkwardly look down the whole time 

-is always the one to say “it’s not even scary” while watching horror movies but flinches at every jumpscare

-blinks in group photos 

-has his headphones on 90% of the time 

-high school musical is one of his favorite movies but he’ll never admit that to anyone besides t 

-him and taeyoung get iced coffee every saturday morning 

-knows that robaire hates tomatoes on his burgers and purposefully annoys him by saying “my bad i forgot to ask for it without tomatoes” whenever he orders 

-prefers listening to others but when the topic is something he’s really passionate about he’ll ramble for hours (only if it’s a small group of people though)

-he only owns shorts except for pj pants (which he barely wears)

-him and robaire constantly compete with each other while playing just dance and z wins every time 

-has a secret obsession with watching dumb reality tv shows 

aaron t:

-his subway surfers high score is 10,000,000

-draws stuff on the bottom of his shoes 

-definitely plans matching halloween costumes for all 5 of them

-very good skateboarder 

-despite being a literal acrobat he’s super clumsy 

-is seen with z 80% of the time, even when they’re doing basic stuff like sitting down or watching a movie he’s always either holding with his hand or leaning against him

-cant sit still to save his life 

-very social and talkative 

-LOVES reggaeton and bachata 

-had the biggest crush on romeo santos when he was like 12 

-bridal carries the other members randomly to annoy them 

-tries on jesse’s clothes and imitates him 

-tae plays with his hair a lot whenever t has his hat off 

-him and robaire always come back from shopping with 50 bags full of stuff they don’t need 

taeyoung: 

-loves to stir up the drama then leave 

-cheats on board games and jesse gets too mad over it 

-made a pact with t that if they are both single by 40 they’ll move in together 

-very good at sewing and likes to make small things for the other members 

-reposts a lot of fanart/fan made things on his instagram story 

-has a collection of funko pops 

-posts roblox story times 

-him and robaire paint each other’s nails once in a while 

-gets very offended if a friend’s dog/cat doesn’t like him 

-him and z don’t always talk much when they’re together but it’s never really awkward silence 

-he likes to have matching outfits with robaire from time to time 

[estrel]

for #spnprideweek day 1: coming out + flags

↳ summary: cas tells sam a secret that he hasn’t (really) told anybody else. surprisingly, sam has one too.  PRIDE series | gen, sam & cas | word count: 1.7k

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Sam’s grimacing a little at the grease from the fries on Cas’ plate. Cas would usually make a comment, here, about Sam keeping his eyes on his own paper, or that it isn’t nearly as bad as the veggie burger sitting on his plate at Sam’s behest. This is the recompense, Cas wants to say, but his mouth is dry and no words are coming out even if he wants them to.

Accompanying the inability to speak is the twisting feeling in his gut that won’t even allow him to pick up the burger. The smell is too much, too, and Cas hates to admit it but it’s probably the grease, so he sits back a little against the peeling seat of the booth to calm his nerves.

It’s just Sam. He can do this. It’s only that this is the first time he’s telling anyone, and that definitely ups the stakes a little.

Well, that’s somewhat of a lie. Cas had told the nice woman at the grocery store check out last week when he’d seen her little pin on her work uniform and asked where he could get one. 

He hadn’t actually bought one, of course, but Cas eyed the small bin full of brightly colored pins on the way out, convincing himself it was stupid to get back in line again for something so small and inexpensive. Still, he’d thought about it on the drive back to the Bunker, and that night in his bed, and the full week following, up until now. 

Now, Sam was looking at him with concern, and wiping his mouth in that way that means he’s about to get serious.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, pointedly looking down at Cas’ loaded plate. He’d barely taken a bite, except for a few nibbles of his admittedly greasy fries. And it was weird because since becoming human, Cas' appetite had grown considerably, much to Dean's delight.

And—Dean. That's what this was all about, wasn't it? Sure, it was more than just Dean, it was all the humans that had made Cas' body ache like it hadn't before, had made him think of what it means to be in this vessel—his body—and be attracted to other...humans.

It was odd. In hindsight, things in Heaven had been so much easier in this regard. Cas had spent most of his life clueless to the capabilities of human attraction, and then he met Dean and it all came crashing down around him. Only then, Cas was ignoring it. He was facing the other way, because though he felt human, he wasn't. Not really.

But everything is different now.

Cas clears his throat.

"Well," he starts, "no. I am feeling what I believe you’d call...anxiety. My stomach hurts, I find I'm unable to eat, a-and my hands are—"

"Cas," Sam interrupts. Shaking. Cas' hands are shaking.

Sam's fully set his fork and knife down now, hands clasped together on the edge of the table. "Talk to me."

Cas licks his dry lips.

"It’s not...it isn’t a big deal, really,” and yet Cas can feel his heart hammering in his chest. He sucks in a breath. “But I’m, uh. I wanted to tell you that...I like men.”

Sam’s expression doesn’t change, but he blinks at Cas once from across the table.

“Okay.”

Cas raises an eyebrow, pulse slowing down a little with his next exhale. “Okay?”

Maybe it was that simple, and Cas was worrying over nothing. It’s just...this feels like it should be bigger. Earth-shattering. Like Sam should either hug him or tell him he never wants to speak to Cas again.

Instead, he just shrugs, picks up his fork and pushes bits of his salad around his plate.

But then Cas’ gaze moves to Sam’s face and...Sam’s frowning. Cas feels his heart thumping hard again, waiting for the ball to drop. It feels a little like when Dean sat him down to “talk,” right after he lost his powers, and, well. Cas knew how that had ended. He braces himself for the worst, schools his features to something more neutral.

“I’m,” Sam clears his throat, “I’m sorry you got nervous over all of that. I-I get that coming out is...” he laughs, “usually a bigger deal, but. You don’t have to worry with me, you know? I get it.”

That makes Cas pause. “You...do?”

Now Sam’s looking at him, eyes a little wide, but he works his jaw and gets the words out. “Yeah. Uh... well I guess now’s a good a time as any to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

The fork is set back down again. The bell over the diner door jingles. 

“In college...you know about Jess,” Sam says, jogging Cas’ memory. He knows, so he nods and Sam continues, “Well we uh. We actually met in a Gender Studies class. I thought, ‘pff, easy A,’ but it was actually way more complex than I originally thought, so she kind of...tutored me.” Cas raises an eyebrow, and Sam rolls his eyes.

“Actually tutored me. Whatever. Point is, I learned a lot—‘cause she was a great teacher—and...not just about the class, but about myself, too.” 

Cas nods slowly, beginning to catch Sam’s drift. “Okay...”

Despite his tone, Sam’s posture stiffens a little, like he’s uncomfortable, or not really used to this type of conversation. Cas does his best to relax into his seat to ease him, unfolding his arms.

“What I’m saying is,” Sam shrugs, “I’m...not...cis. Like, I don’t....I’m not um, a guy, I guess. Well, sort of. I’m non-binary.”

Cas is silent for a second, mulling it over in his head. Eventually it becomes long enough for Sam to say, “Uh...you know what? You can forget it, man—”

“No!” Cas says, almost knocking over his plate in the process. The silverware clatters as it falls onto the table, and Sam flinches a little. “I was just thinking...I want to apologize if anything I’ve said about your gender has ever made you uncomfortable, or if you—”

Sam’s out-facing palm makes Cas stutter to a stop. There’s a weird guilt settling in the pit of his stomach, and the anxiety that he’d thought was gone is back full force again. Cas tears off a piece of his napkin.

“Cas, dude. Calm down,” Sam laughs. He takes a deep breath, and Cas follows his lead. They breathe in and out together for a beat, and when Cas feels fairly calmer, Sam pushes both of their plates aside.

“There’s no need to apologize for something you couldn’t have known about,” he starts, shaking his head a little, “and you haven’t done anything wrong, either. I still use he and him pronouns, and sometimes they and them. And besides, it’s not like I go around telling people. Especially with, uh, the way I was raised...I’ve been hesitant, you know? It was great in college, people were really supportive when I told them. But then when I started hunting again...I don’t know. 

“My dad...uh. I tried telling him, once. Didn’t go too well, so I didn’t try it again. I think that’s why Dean...” he shakes his head, frowning down at the table again. “It wasn’t easy, growing up the way we did. You could probably understand that.”

Cas nods. Under the table, his napkin is shredded into bits. 

“I do. I think, in a way, I also understand being trans.” Sam jerks their head up, intrigued. 

“Angels...we don’t experience gender the same way humans do. In fact, the concept is entirely nonexistent in Heaven. So, when we take vessels...”

“You’re essentially defining yourself,” Sam says in awe. It makes Cas smile to see them back in their element, leaning forward a little to listen better. “I never thought about it that way, not really.”

Cas shrugs. “I’m not sure all of my siblings did, either. Many chose according to which vessel would best suit them and their form. That was definitely a factor in me choosing Jimmy, but I also found the thought of looking like a human man...greatly appealing.”

Sam’s nodding now, gaze darting to different parts of the table. Cas knows that means they’re mentally crafting an essay right about now, or thinking of what books in the Bunker might further help in their research about it.

“Wow,” he says, “that’s—I mean. Wow, Cas. Thanks for telling me that. And uh, the other thing.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

There’s a comfortable silence between them now, and Cas takes it as an opportunity to sip from his slightly-melted iced tea. 

“So,” Sam starts again slowly, “have you told Dean?”

Cas sucks in another deep breath, and Sam nods. “Yeah,” he says, “me neither.”

It surprises Cas a little that Sam hasn’t told him, and he expresses that with an inquiring eyebrow. 

Sam purses his lips and dodges the unspoken question. “Dean’s not a bad guy. You probably know that better than anyone except me. You know he’d still love you if you told him.”

Cas’ heart pounds at the mention of the word. When Sam notices, he feels his ears begin to heat with a blush. 

“Oh,” Sam smiles, “that. I figured. For a while now, but I didn’t wanna say anything.”

Cas tries to will away the heat on his face. He doesn’t say anything, so Sam leaves it be.

The waitress gives them a worried look when she brings the check, eyeing their barely touched plates. They both smile apologetically, insisting that their food was “great” when she whisks it away.

On their way back home, Cas asks if Sam can stop at the store. They don’t ask anything more than, “we need groceries that bad?” and Cas dips inside. He knows this is just like any other grocery run—going in and out as quick as possible with the things they need—yet his heart hammers all the same when he stops in front of the bin near the door. The same employee from last week is working on lane six, and he’s sure to check out at that one with his goods. She gives him a knowing smile.

Cas flops into the passenger seat, a little out of breath.

“That was fast,” Sam starts to say, before noticing Cas’ lack of grocery bags. “Dude. What d’you buy, air?”

Instead, Cas brandishes two brightly colored pins. Sam tentatively takes the yellow, white, purple, and black one, eyes wide.

“For me?” they ask.

Cas smiles, running his thumb over the rainbow one in his hand. 

“For both of us,” he says.

[@spnprideweek]