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stardustfanfare · 2 years ago

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I’m going insane over here. Ok. Strap in. I’ve got a lot to say.

I’ve already made a couple posts about this but the thoughts are running rampant in here and I think I’ve got some more in depth topics I want to get into this time.

(really long post its like 1.5k words so dont click on it if u dont wanna scroll thru all that LOL)

First off, we’ve got the voting system. I have… a lot of gripes about the voting system. I’ll preface this statement with maybe I’m wrong, because I haven’t spent a lot of time interacting with the fandom, but it seems like a lot of people are taking the voting system at face value. The premise is simple, after all. Examine the prisoner, assess their crime, and decide whether you think it was justifiable, right? But there’s a twist, obviously. Your verdicts have a direct impact on the prisoners. And you are speaking through the audience surrogate, the warden at Milgram prison, Es. Es is very interesting to me. Despite being a clear self insert, they absolutely exhibit personality of their own, and thought processes and decisions that aren’t influenced by the audience at all. A perfect unreliable narrator. They aren’t a character at first as much as a lens to see the prison through. From the very beginning, they insist on the same thing: job first, questions later. They’re the warden after all. No time to think about the prison. Now I haven’t read the light novel so I’m sure I could go more in depth on my thoughts on the prison if I had read it, but regardless of that, it’s painfully clear how suspicious the whole situation is. However, the way it’s framed almost makes the prison itself, the warden, and Jackalope fade into the background. It’s kind of brilliant actually. Anyway, you’re voting through Es. But who says Es has the right to pass judgement? Look. No one knows what Milgram is. What their ulterior motives are. What’s ultimately going to happen at the end of the project. According to the light novel, it's happened before, so again, I’m perhaps not the most knowledgeable about this part. But why does Milgram get to decide what to do with the prisoners? It feels awfully hypocritical and potentially dangerous. But the whole project is set up so you have no other choice than to vote. It’s fascinating. You’re led towards the conclusion that Milgram wants you to reach. And your immediate thought is NOT to question it, because it’s a piece of media. Why would it lie?

Alright, bear with me for a minute. You know the original milgram experiment? The one the whole thing is supposedly based on? It's about obedience to authority. Listen to me. I am shaking you guys by the shoulders. It’s about obedience to authority. DOESN’T THAT SOUND LIKE WHAT I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT. They had people administer shocks to “test participants”. The shocks got higher and higher till near fatal levels. The test participants weren’t actually real, but they found that “every participant [went] up to 300 volts, and 65% [went] up to the full 450 volts.” (Milgram experiment, Wikipedia). The whole video series is like this experiment. I don’t know. You get it. You get the connection. I don’t know how much better I can explain this. You can imagine me jumping up and down and flapping my hands.

Listen to me. If you aren’t looking at it from a meta perspective that’s fine. I get it. Most media I like I just passively engage with. Usually that’s more fun for me. But frankly with Milgram I feel as if not looking at it from a meta perspective makes you just another test participant. Another shock administrator. Another cog in the machine. I see people talk about Milgram’s bad writing sometimes, and, you know, fair. There are subjects not handled with the care they need. I’m not claiming that Milgram is perfect. But I haven’t seen anyone talk about how fucking cool this is. They’ve taken the art form and made it into a mechanism. I think it’s kind of brilliant.

Anyway, essentially what I’m trying to say with perhaps an excessive amount of words is that I don’t think we have the right to pass judgement on the prisoners. From a meta perspective, of course.

Apologies in advance for another interjection. This part is perhaps less relevant to the rest of the post, but it’s so cool that I kinda wanna skim over it anyway. You can skip this part if it's getting too long for you, especially since I already kind of touched on it up there. Es as not only an audience surrogate but ALSO as their own character makes them so interesting. I personally actually hated them for a little while after watching some of the voice dramas. Because they act cruel. And make bad decisions. And say insensitive things. And some of that is seeping in from the audience, but even more interesting to me is that a lot of it is just a result of their environment. They’re harsh and defensive and seem very convinced in their own righteousness, and they come off as a total asshole about it sometimes. But think about it. They’ve woken up in this prison. Fucking insane. But instead of freaking out about it, they begin to cling to their newfound authority. I mean, it’s the most rational thing to do. Like, it’s not a normal thing to do, but it’s rational. It’s easy to make yourself forget about everything else when you fixate on a certain point, so that’s what they do. They don’t seem to think there’s any way out of this besides becoming a willing participant, so they lean real hard into the whole “warden” thing. They’re just as trapped as the prisoners are. I believe there’s an empty cell in the prison. Probably Es’s; It’s not a hard conclusion to come to. Milgram has happened before and my guess is that the prisoners are picked more or less by chance. This has very interesting implications. Either Es is a totally random person, or they’re just like the other prisoners, having taken a life. This would make sense as to why they needed to have their memories erased. This makes the whole thing just that much more hypocritical. But I digress.

And so now we come to my second point. Or maybe third on account of the tangents. The parallels with the other prisoners. Specifically number 03, Fuuta. Fuuta is a really good example of taking things out of proportion. His crime is simple: something along the lines of cyberbullying someone into commiting suicide. So like, yes. Objectively? Shitty. Shitty move. He’s not a great person. 20 year old terminally online gamer. Many people off the bat are not going to like him, and therefore probably vote him guilty. But put that into scale: he did not actively kill the person, nor was his intention to cause death. Which is not to say he wasn’t in the wrong. But consider it; we’ve got this weird suspicious prison complex. And we’ve got some loser online. And then there’s the immediate consequence. Now we didn’t know Kotoko was going to go crazy, but regardless of that, that was the consequence of us voting Fuuta guilty. Now he’s literally missing an eye for the crime of… being mean online. So clearly some people started to think about this (hence his innocent vote in trial 2). He’s a crack in the facade, or something of the sort. Apply pressure, dig a little deeper, and it starts looking like, well, the stuff I’ve already said.

But more than that is the realization that Fuuta really has just been taken and put into this prison. He’s a normal person, who has behaved in a less than ideal way, but still a normal person, put into this absurd situation. And you know who else is like that? Well, everybody, but specifically Es. I genuinely do not think there will be a happy ending for anyone unless Es begins to realize this. Which means the audience beginning to realize this. The “innocent” and “guilty” votes don’t really mean anything. Or, they do, because they’ve been assigned value, but the person assigning value to them is, once again, Milgram. Or Jackalope, I suppose, assuming he is the guy behind the whole thing. Maybe I’m preaching to the choir. Maybe you guys have already considered this. But it’s been bouncing around my head all day and I was going a bit crazy over it and I had to get it out.

TLDR; I think the whole voting system is rigged in the favor of the prison itself rather than the prisoners, I don’t think that, as Es, we get to decide who is and who is not “guilty”, Milgram Project itself seems an awful lot like the experiment(not the content of the media, but the interactivity of it), and Es has probably done something bad in order to be in the prison in the first place. The key takeaway from this is that I’m actually really normal and pumping out 1.5k words in 2 hours because of this media is an average and usual thing to do.

#some of this probably doesnt make sense but whatever #pleeease if u have any thoughts or disagreements i want to hear them #milgram #milgram project #milgram theory #junebug season #long post #bleeeuhi typed all this out in 2 hrs #milgram spoilers #junes milgram posting tag

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scp-torment · 2 years ago

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while adam is wettlesweeping it up here’s MY wettle propaganda

7000 is not the first article he appeared in! before 7000 was published, i read the article that first established his luck anomaly and i was INSTANTLY invested. dr wettle just lives like this? all the time? the poorest little meow meow of all time? does anyone see this man? i was ECSTATIC when the 7000 contest dropped and there was a whole article about him and i lost it when its rating climbed up and up and it won. it won by a lot. because it is so so so unbelievably good

the article looks long at first glance, but the overwhelming majority of it is dialogue + there’s loads of images. it flies by but itll leave you with an impression. itll make you laugh. itll make you feel shockingly emotionally crushed. itll leave you satisfied. its a humorous article that takes itself seriously. it’s part of a canon if you want more, but it’s fully, completely standalone if you don’t.

wettle is a sopping, pathetic, wet cat of a man. hes part of the reason i made an scp sideblog. he’s a grumpy, twice-divorced, 50-something asshole that you will feel emotions that you’re not ready for about.

oh you dont like him? well surprise! theres two other plotlines in the article to follow! scp 7000 is a story about a global breakdown of coherent probability. wettle is a vitally important perspective on that, but not the only one. the second plotline is about dr dan (the guy from scp 096) and his quest to figure out what is going on with this anomaly. the third plotline is about the O5s and the chaos insurgency’s attempt to gain control over it. despite the appearance of complexity, the whole story is actually quite easy to grasp and in the end its so simple and im trying SO HARD not to spoil it all over the place. but it is a really investing story that you should vote for

you really have to read it. and once you read it, you’ll say “wow, that was really an investing story,” and you’ll vote scp 7000.

WETTLESWEEP WETTLECON LETS GO. in the wise words of adam "dark" hopping from july 25 2022, "#also omg its dr . william wettle#43s own fail blorbo i know fucking nothing about this man"

I can see SCP-7000 is linked to the Site-43 Canon hub, but I don't see a particular section for him or group of stories, so you can't just send me a long ask about other articles he's in and not tell me which ones they are!

If Wettle makes it to the finals, I'll link them all properly, so if you want even more content for the people just finding this to read…

#response #propaganda #SCP-7000

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kozykricket · 2 years ago

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this is gonna be a part 1 to a longer post - but like a lot of the minecraft community (at least the vocal Gamers on the Internet) are... very. extrinsically motivated. and they demand a lot from the game. I think they remember when they were young and felt the game had so much to do, when they were making the experiences themselves with their own creativity and now they expect everything to have a deep meaningful use. Frankly, I don't think things in minecraft need to be useful - I think most of the people on here can likely resonate with that. A mob simply being cute and not having practical use cases is nice. a new material thats mainly for decoration is nice See, I think. Mojang trying to pander to extrinsically motivated players who need a clear use... just leads to kinda awkward like. people get the wrong message. they get the message that mojang wants to make something with lots of uses and are failing at making it useful, when mojang just wants to add something thats... well, fun! and gives it a practical use where it makes sense (yes, copper is a great example) Of course, things can be given use over time, but I don't think pressure should be put on everything to be useful. I voted glow squid because generally speaking, stuff from votes doesn't go all that deep, its something that improves the world in a simple way by existing. are foxes useful? Nah, not really. So I thought... well, glow squids seem very fun to see, bioluminescence is cool. Didn't really care if they didnt have a use, in fact that made them better to me - a blank canvas where you can do anything with them Frankly though? I wish they didnt do ANYTHING with them. glowing signs... cmon, that couldve been done with glowstone dust. Same goes for shoehorned "uses" for the phantom. phantom membranes... well, I guess they're probably what let the phantom fly around... so i GUESS it makes sense to repair... the pair of bug wings from a dimension you dont find them in slow falling couldve just been from brewing feathers :/ but yknow, people dont like "useless" stuff being in the game (because they think mojang is lazy and bad game designers) people dont really get what the goal of minecraft is. anyways, on that note. allays are not better than other collection methods lmao but THEY ARE CUTE. I really wanted to just get this off my chest - I have more to say. but tl;dr is if we use the puddles/oceans method in terms of depth. people dont like seeing just. decorative little puddles? so mojang saysd okay this is a pond. but its a puddle. its totally fine that its a puddle, but they pretend it isnt just .... for what? to appease people who want everything to be useful? people say they miss old mc updates, and yknow what? yknow what i miss from them? when things weren't deeply designed, lol 1.20 is a great update so far, good blend of carefully designing stuff and also just. throwing random stuff in because why not.

#minecraft #minecraft thoughts #jake ramblings

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sitten1115 · 8 months ago

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If you dont live in a country maybe stfu about that countries voting. Especially if you’re going to get mad at people who are voting for harm reduction and think the outcome of the actual election is already guaranteed to be bad. Yes, both sides have shitty foreign policies, but one side can be convinced to be less evil and also isn’t literally openly planning to turn this country into a fascist regime if they win. Voting isnt gonna get in the way of people doing a violent revolution if you think that’s what’s necessary. And voting uncommitted only works in the primaries because it sends a message without risking this country becoming a literal hellhole for everyone that isn’t straight, white, cis, abled, and affluent.

Seriously, “oh you only vote based on domestic policy not foreign policy”, the group that has better domestic policy also usually has less evil foreign policy too. Republicans are trying to make being queer illegal again, Florida made it illegal to say the civil war was was about Slavery (it was absolutely about slavery, not just state rights, because the south wasn’t happy the north wouldn’t ship escaped slaves back to them either). Do you really think that a republic regime wouldn’t be openly and gleefully genocidal? They would also oppress any information they want to and probably even try to change the damn constitution.

I know the world doesn’t revolve around America but our government likes to pretend it does and is very influential. We have to take care of ourselves before we can take care of others. It’s like the oxygen mask thing. The simple fact is, the people who care about other people aren’t the ones likely to start a violent revolution.

Like, come on, we know this country sucks. There’s a housing crisis and greedflation, we stick our nose in other countries affairs when we really shouldn’t, and when we should be doing something we do the wrong thing. We need to send aid not bombs. We need to open our borders not close them. We need to stop blaming undocumented immigrants for companies being greedy and firing others so they can underpay the desperate. Abolish ICE, free the prisoners (the ones that ICE took), completely rework the penal system into something more aimed at rehabilitation or if that fails just keeping those people humanely contained but not as slave labor. Also cops need to be completely changed. Whole system is bad atm. Yes there needs to be some sort of peacekeeper role, but this current system aint it.

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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Should’ve Known Better

Pairing: EB!Frank x Reader

Summary: You should have known better than to sleep with a friend.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Smut, FWB set-up, a little bit of toxic shit, angst

A/N: Frank got the most votes when I asked which other Seb character I should write for, so here it is! This is very personal to me lmfao it’s somewhat based on my own experience that really fucked me up a couple of years ago aksncajscna no but for real, stay away from the friends with benefits kind of relationship if you can’t keep shit purely sexual lmao also some guys are just fucking assholes even if they’re your friend lol

ALSO, I tagged those who are in my Everything Bucky Tag List. I’m not sure if I’ll write more Frank in the future too so I won’t be creating a separate tag list for him yet.

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"Do you love me?"

It was a simple question that was supposed to make you think. Given your experiences and your personality in general, you were supposed to cringe and ignore it. Maybe even make a joke out of it, especially that it was Frank who was asking you this question.

He wasn't supposed to ask it too. He wasn't one to ask such thing, not especially with the relationship that the both of you have. It was clear from the get go that this was nothing serious.

So why was he asking it now?

And why did you respond to it right away, as if you knew your answer even before he asked?

"Come on, it'll be fun."

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"I'll make you feel good, you won't regret this."

It did feel good, you were going to give Frank that. Possibly the best, even. But the latter part? You weren't so sure. Were you regretting it? Honestly, no.

Maybe not yet.

You'd rather not think about it for now.

"What's there to lose? We know each other too much to develop feelings anyway, you said so yourself."

Oh there's plenty to lose. Maybe a decade's worth of platonic (was it really platonic from the beginning though?) friendship. Your self-esteem was on the line too, but you didn't know it yet. You'll get there though, whether you like it or not.

"I'm free next Friday, come over. Spend the night with me. What do you say?"

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"Next Friday. I'll see you, okay?"

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"Ugh, fine."

But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

That first night with Frank was something else. It was fun and he kept his promise to make you feel good. So, so good. You never thought that sex could be that fucking good. At least, not with your previous partners. Not that you had many in the first place.

But god, Frank knew what he was doing and he loved doing things to you. He loved the entire process of knowing your body, what you liked and what you loved. How you liked to be kissed and touched and fucked.

He studied your body like his fucking life depended on it and you let him. You let him own your body because you needed someone to. You needed to feel something, wanted to have a purpose even for just a short while, even if it meant being someone's fuck buddy.

You felt lost for the longest time, but as you laid on Frank's bed with his tongue lapping up your cunt, you actually felt like you belonged somewhere.

You weren't a booty call, definitely not. And when things escalated between the both of you, Frank was already single and had broken off with his recent girlfriend, Daphne. You weren't a doormat nor a side chick. Frank had been your friend for the longest time, one of your closest actually. He knew you the best and not just physically. Frank knew the darkest parts of you the same way you knew him like the back of your hand. He was the most open to you, he said so himself.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." he told you one time.

Frank wasn't afraid to show you his true colors; how he wasn't the kind to settle for one or how he would often end up with someone immature or toxic. He himself was toxic and for the most part, you tolerated him.

That was the mistake on your part.

You let him be himself, that's why you held a special place in his heart. Not even his past girlfriends could get rid of you. You were untouchable.

"Are you sure she's fine with us going out?" you asked Frank one time, as the both of you headed to the movies.

He scoffed, "Yeah, don't worry. I already told her you're my best friend. You're off limits." he chuckled as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you inside the cinema.

"You're fine." he reassured again, this time wrapping his arm around your shoulder and then cradling your head playfully.

Looking back, you sometimes ponder whether the friendship was really platonic. You were sure of it when the both of you first became friends; he was a couple of years older than you. You sort of looked up to him like an older brother for the first few years of your relationship. And he was very caring too, always looking out for you.

Your other friends were the first one to notice the closeness. They often told you that Frank seemed to have a thing for you. You brushed it off though, saying that it was impossible.

His girlfriend then was an acquaintance of yours. She was nice and wasn't bothered by how Frank was affectionate towards you.

Indeed, you were untouchable. You were the best friend after all.

"We fought again."

You rolled your eyes at Frank as he sat across from you at a local coffee shop near your place. It was your birthday and as always, you spent the most part of it with Frank.

It was like a tradition already, to celebrate your birthday with Frank first before you went out with your friends. Or even family. It was that kind of friendship.

"I'm sorry but who are we talking about again?" you joked.

Frank made a face, "Daphne." he responded. "I just told you about her like, two days ago."

You snickered, "I was kidding. But honestly though, you have to stop flirting with other girls. It's been really difficult for me to keep track of your record, Frank. And are you and Daphne even official?" you asked, taking a sip from your cold brew.

He rubbed his chin and shrugged, "Sorta. Well, we were official two weeks ago. Now though, I'm not so sure. Here's the thing, Daphne can be really..." he said, trying to search for the right words.

You hummed and shook your head, "Immature?" you said and mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

"You should really stop dating girls who are immature, Frank. I swear to god, this is like...I don't know, the fifth time you dated someone like her? Why don't you settle for someone who actually acts her age?" you blurted out.

Frank groaned and transferred to the seat next to you, his body facing yours and his hand landing on your thigh. You didn't mind, didn't think it was too touchy or intimate for someone who was in a relationship. It was pretty common for Frank to be this touchy with you anyway, you never paid much attention to it nor given it any malice.

"We fought because of you actually." Frank admitted with an apologetic smile.

Your head snapped towards him, a scowl etched on your face. "What did I do?!" you asked in defense.

"It was my fault. Daph saw your photo inside my wallet." he said.

"You should really throw away that photo. Jesus, why do you still have it anyway?" you complained.

Frank scoffed, "That's my favorite photo of you. I don't wanna get rid of it."

That was the last day that you considered your friendship with Frank platonic.

Come over

I miss u xoxo

Miss eating u out

Miss ur moans, wanna hear them again

You groaned at the continuous notifications that flooded your phone. While you were at work. After that first night with Frank, he had gotten extra clingy. No lies though, it felt nice to be wanted like this.

im free nxt Sat

Yay

Cant wait to see u, missed u a lot

dude, we were at the mall together just last wk

U really dont get attached do u?

Frowning at Frank's reply, you honestly didn't understand what he was implying.

what u mean?

Nothing

Work kept you busy for the entire week, with Frank bombarding you with sweet texts. You've avoided being sweet with him, it felt wrong. You weren't an affectionate person but Frank was, it was sort of one-sided. It wasn't a big deal anyway.

No one from the rest of your friends knew what had become of your friendship with Frank. You just thought it wasn't something that should be revealed. It was like your and Frank's little secret. You had to admit, the thrill only made the sex better.

Whenever the both of you went out with other people, the tension was there and it was fun. It was fun trying to brush off the way Frank's hand would steal touches from your waist, or how he'd subtly squeeze your thigh. The looks you exchanged from across the room; how Frank's "fuck me" eyes were meant for you and only you.

Things like that made you feel a certain type of way. But you never dwelled on it, or at least, you thought you didn't.

"Yeah, fuck...just like that, baby."

Frank's fingers dug deeply into the skin of your ass as he guided your hips. You gripped onto the back of the couch as you bounced on his cock, head thrown back from pleasure as Frank suckled one of your nipples. You could feel each of his fingers pressing down against your skin, it's probably going to leave bruises again.

"Frank, shit. I'm close." you panted against the skin of his neck, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close.

Frank grunted and took your face in between his palms, forcing you to look at him as he began to thrust his hips upwards, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you.

"Wanted to see you like this ever since." he breathed out, pressing his lips against your open mouth.

"Wanted you since we met, d'you know that?" he asked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back so he could nibble on your throat.

You shook your head and gripped his shoulders, nails scratching at his skin as you continued to ride his cock, "God, Frank...so close." you moaned.

You felt Frank's lips curl into a smirk against your neck, his fingers gripping your hair to keep you in place as his other hand slipped in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it to help you reach your climax.

Every single time he touched you, you felt like your entire body was on fire. You felt the most alive, the most free whenever Frank fucked you. Maybe because he was truly gifted in bed or maybe he just knew your body and how to make it sing.

Or maybe it was because of the way he looked at you whenever you fall apart for him. Like he only had eyes for you, like it was only you that he could see.

Sweaty bodies and hoarse voices, the smell of smoke and sex lingering in the air. It was such a familiar ambiance by now. You liked how the aftermath of fucking Frank was never awkward, if any, it was a comfortable experience with the both of you just talking casually about how each other's day went.

"So I'm talking to this girl..." Frank said, turning you around so he could spoon you. Oh, the irony of the intimacy and conversation.

"Where'd you meet this girl?" you asked.

"Tinder." Frank snorted before pressing a kiss on your nape. "No, but she's different. I don't know, there's something about her."

You merely hummed in response.

"Think I might ask her out."

The first sting. The first realization. The first denial.

You should've said no. You should've known better.

The art exhibit wasn't a flop, but you wouldn't call it a success either. When you got a call from the organizer asking whether they can include your paintings in the exhibit, you said yes instantly. What can you say? You were a struggling artist who was seeking validation.

But now that you stood in front of your works with barely ten people attending the one-day exhibit, you thought that this wasn't a validation. It felt like a wake up call that maybe, art wasn't your calling and that you should probably give up on your dream.

"These are amazing."

You were on the verge of breaking down when you heard his voice. Turning around, you were surprised to see Frank. He was nodding his head as he approached you, his eyes scanning each of your painting.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had work." you asked.

Frank gave you a face, "Did you really think I'd miss out on your first exhibit?" he said and pulled you into a warm embrace.

"I'm proud of you." he whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

One validation from Frank was all it took for the walls to crumble down. He was the one who had been there for you all along and that was why you completely trusted him.

Frank will never hurt you, he'll never bring you down.

Or so you thought.

"Do you love me?"

It was a question that was supposed to make you think. But you didn't, because even before Frank decided to ask you that, you already had your answer.

You knew your answer for the longest time now, but decided to lock it into a box that you kept in the deepest part of your heart. It remained there unbothered and almost forgotten, up until this point.

That's why it was so easy for you to respond to it without even batting an eye.

"Yes."

It was too late when you realized that you had just admitted that you were in love with Frank. But you felt like it was the right time for you to bring out the key to that box, open it and just set your truth free.

They said that the truth will set you free, but why does it feel like it only imprisoned you?

"Shit, I was kidding." Frank said, his face panicked and body stiff from your unexpected admission.

Before you could even say something, Frank let out a nervous laugh as he ran his hand through his locks. "Wow, I didn't...are you serious?" he asked again.

It took you everything to brush off the pain, "Yeah, but it's no big deal. Come on." you shook your head and forced out a breathy chuckle.

Frank heaved out a deep sigh, "Fuck, I was messing with you. Are you sure it's fine? I mean, would this change anything?" he asked.

You deadpanned, "No, Frank. It wouldn't change anything. Like I said, get over it. It's not like I'm in love with you. I just love you...if that makes sense? You're my friend." you explained, more like lied.

"Look, it's not like I'm unattracted to you. I like you, I like spending time with you. It's just that I sort of don't see myself committing to you."

It didn't sink in to you immediately, Frank's statement. You didn't pay it any mind because again, you knew Frank. He wasn't one to commit so that was fine, you understand where he was coming from. It's not like you were going to force yourself on him too. But then you accidentally glanced at his phone and saw the messages he'd been exchanging with a certain someone.

When r u coming home?

In a little while, Daph

That night, Frank's statement hit you like a ton of bricks but again, you chose to deny what you actually felt. It's fine.

You're fine.

You should've said no. You should've known better.

Those words rang in your ears on the day that you found out. Your body turned cold, your vision blurred and your head spun. You'd never experienced hurt and anger like this, the kind that consumed you.

The kind that made you realized and admit that fuck, you'd truly fallen for Frank only for him to break your heart.

It didn't help that you were having such a terrible day at work. And Frank was so sweet to ask you whether you wanted to meet up with him. Not for sex, but to talk. The sex came rarely recently and was replaced with wholesome trips to the grocery, shit like that.

You knew there was something special going on. Even after he told you that he didn't see himself being with you, there was something.

Apparently, that something was just an assumption. Because when you asked Frank to meet you up that night, he said he couldn't and needed to be somewhere. That he'd meet with you the next day instead, a promise.

But then you saw him post a photo of him and Daphne. And it made your blood boil.

u back together?

No. Not really, been trying to fix it but u know how it is.

if ur trying to fix it with her then im out, frank

Wait what? Hey, are u mad?

r u fucking serious? u knew i love u and u come here parading ur ex, what the fuck is that all abt?

Shit, hey. Look, let's talk later, okay? Im out, will txt u when Im free.

Frank didn't text you back for the rest of the day.

You should've said no. You should've known better. But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

Were you regretting it? Yes. Sometimes.

You didn't know which hurt the most, the fact that Frank kept you in the dark while he was trying to patch things up with his ex, or that he considered you his best friend and still chose to break your heart.

He knew you the best, your relationship and trust issues and out of all the people, he really had to be the one to fuck you up the most. You trusted him so much, trusted him not to hurt you. Hell, if he doesn't want to commit then that's fine. But for him to treat you like a second option? Fuck that.

For him to confuse you with his actions, the intimacy...were all of those even real? All the times he came to your support when you had no one, when he was there for you on days you felt alone. What were those? He made you feel so fucking special, like it was possible to actually turn the friendship into something more than just fucking.

All this time you thought it was one-sided because you never actually showed Frank how much you meant to him the same way he did to you. Turned out that it was one-sided, but only because you were the only one who fell.

The following day, you received a voicemail from Frank. You pondered whether you were ready to listen to it but at the same time, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was pretty stupid, he fucked you up and there was no excuse for that. But the friendship you had with him had a strong hold on you.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. That was my mistake." he started off. "I thought that this was really just sex and having fun, but I want you to know that I like you. I really do, you're special to me. Please give me a chance to make things right. Daph and I...I want to end things with her. Please stay, I don't know what I'd do without you."

“I just didn’t expect that you’d end up falling for me, I mean shit. You know the real me, how fucked up I am when it comes to relationships. Just please...please stay?”

Did you stay? Sort of. But you kept your distance, didn't meet up with Frank after that and only responded to his texts occasionally. Did he end things with Daph?

He didn't.

He said he would but instead, they got back together.

It was fucking selfish of Frank to ask for you to stay only for him to get back together with his ex. It'd be better for him to just slap you in the face then.

Being told that he couldn't see himself committing to you but then going back with his ex was the cherry on top. God, if that didn't mess up with your self-worth.

You totally stopped talking to Frank, ignored his texts and calls. You stayed away from him, tried to get over him and eventually, you did. But you'd be lying if you said that he never left an effect on you. Because he did, Frank did a number on you and it would take you a long fucking time to completely recover from the damage he inflicted on you.

You should've said no. You should've known better. But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

And that's okay, because there's nothing wrong with taking risks and ending up in heartbreak.

You live, you love and you learn.

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monsterenergysimp · 4 years ago

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corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

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kozykricket · 8 months ago

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some more minecraft thoughts (unorganized AF wow)

yknow, i think a lot of people kinda forget like... how daunting game or.. really any media creation can be, with Scope in general, and generally making something requires some things to be cut, in order to like, say... focus on the main plot of a movie, instead of getting caught up on trying to do Everything Good. to focus on the strengths and do them Great... instead of opening up more cans of worms now you apply that to minecraft, where its whole strength is that there IS so much to do, its strength IS that it has like, everything... and really its no wonder they... have some difficulties developing it sometimes

well, yknow, ironically they have to cut things, but thats because they want to do everything Great instead of just Okay, but they also at the same time want to... do everything, which will ultimately take quite a while. to do everything that they could do...

in a game like minecraft, the backlog is endless, and figuring out what to prioritize is definitely a MASSIVE factor for like... well, lets take fireflies. of course they wanted to do fireflies, and to update more biomes to be more pretty. you see how joyous the devs sounded talking about that stuff?? of course they want it just as much as we do. but ... to open up a can of worms that is a whole mob that they want to do justice (even a mob as "simple" as fireflies) is to uh, put a bit much on their plate, considering they were already working on a lot of their backlog and had opened a massive can of worms with the ancient cities... and then you also factor in the Marketing and Stuff that wants them to get the update out ideally for around the summer and... to move on to the next update and... agh i guess what im tryna say is like, people seem to sometimes act like gamedevs cut things because they ... dont want to bother working. but its almost always priorities and scope. Of course mojang wants minecraft to be the best it can be, to have so many lovely wonderful things.

im sure if they never got any more ideas or suggestions for the game, they'd still have enough ideas to last until like, 1.80 if not higher.

so i imagine its quite tough for them, too, to have to say no to certain things because it... isnt relevant to open up certain cans of worms.

and that is, i believe, why you see them adding wolf variants now. it is strategic to finally yoink them out of the backlog (because surprise, the backlog is far more than just mob vote losers) because the armadillo makes them relevant. im not a huge fan of loosely connecting features like... armadillos to wolves. its kinda weird. but it does mean that that one mob winning gives them an opportunity to also add wolf variants and have that be... efficient in that it isnt opening up a brand new can of worms -- the can of worms of Wolves was already starting to open when they added wolf armor. is this to say wolves are done? of course not. nothing in minecraft is ever Done. and thats another reason its so hard to prioritize things. they want to add new things, and they want to improve old things. its a tough balance since... so many communities want DIFFERENT things out of the game

so it can end up seeming like they really dont add much... because. think of it like a pizza. someone bakes a really nice mixed pizza for a party, yet you... only get one or two slices that you really like. thats a shame. but that doesnt mean they didnt put a tonna work into baking it. the other pieces are being enjoyed by other people. people who, quite frankly, dont care about your slices.

i guess this post is kind of all over the place, but this is all to say... priorities and strategic development, as laaame as it may be to admit, is ultimately what mojang is going for, for both longevity and for quality. not to say theyre perfect. i wish they did armadillos a bit differently, and i wish we didnt have to wait for wolves to come up in relevance via a Shiny New Feature for them to be subtly tweaked... same as signs coming into relevance when they add hanging signs, so they add editing sign text as a feature.

i think ill... rewrite this post. its more of just a bunch of thoughts that arent super cohesive since theres just so many of them. ironic considering a big part of this posts sentiment is that for creation of many things, you should probably focus on the already good parts, instead of stretching it to do Everything Ever.

its. its just a lot of topics that i think are interesting.

respect to mojang for all the work they do. even if i dont agree with some of their implementations

#minecraft #minecraft ramblings #rewrite this post

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dragonanarchist1155 · 1 year ago

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Gringos don't understand voting.

Primaries and the times close to them is when you have the politicians by the balls, it's then when you have the chance to get them to promise you shit, to do things you need/want, to force them to commit to causes by declaration or action.

The election, ballotage/segunda vuelta (when you vote for one of two candidates) is when they HAVE to beg you to vote for them, it's the time when THEY court YOU, either by showing you how the other candidate is bad or they themselves are good. Sadly due to what yall are going through this is when Americans haven't got really as much power as our people do in actual multiparty democracies (y'alls two party state is not a multiparty democracy don't lie to yourselves), so you kinda have to go through the motions, but YOU CAN signal to the candidates that your voting intent and campaigning efforts (which if I'm not wrong are a lot more important over there due to y'alls voter registration fuckery) are CONDITIONAL to their action or inaction in certain issues.

After the elections they got the power, but before them you have situations where YOU, THE ORGANIZED PEOPLE, have the power to dictate the tone and direction of policy. Everyone telling you be silent, to not demand things, to not condition your participation is unknowingly KILLING your democracy by acquiescence to the bi-party state system. The BIGGEST THREAT to your democracy is apathy, so you'd think people would have a brain to make and incentivize active political engagement, but the characteristics of your system and frankly a large amount of ignorance about the democratic process beyond simple voting have turned a lot into "folding paper enthusiasts" rather than pro-democratic activists. Voting is not that all-inclusive act of democracy, but engagement, debate, demand and action are. If you tell a person to swallow their beliefs because fascists will come to power you'll sadly realize too late what has happened every time before fascists come to power: political apathy is 100 times more powerful a tool for the facist than voting him out. You forget the fascist is not a democracy advocate, does not play by your rules, doesn't really care about the process and will call the results a lie anyways. The fascist wins when he gets to alienate someone from the process. He wins when he convinces people that elections are a sham. He wins when he dismantles away the engagement and debate of democracy. DONT DO HIS OWN WORK FOR HIM.

something for everyone who is like "you have GOT to vote for biden or else we'll have trump as a president again!!!!", you're basically saying "as long as republicans remain as morally reprehensible and evil as they are, democrats don't need to be held accountable for anything because they're the 'better' option"

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flufflecat · 3 years ago

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rank the tma entities from favorite to least favorite! that's the first distracting thing I could think of <3

(ive been thinking very hard about my answer for like 3 days now fjkfdlsa thank you so much for this ask. also this is apparently going to be very long, so sorry about this yall)

ok so top to bottom, fav down to least fav:

CORRUPTION - i hate the corruption with my entire being, but i think its legally required to be my fav bc its My entity and i love bugs and fungi and such so very much. this dumb stupid entity just suits me in every possible way, and it makes me soooo mad. its currently stink bug season and ive already found like 4 of them in my house and befriended them. i would definitely be a corruption avatar in TMA and just spend my time terrorizing random people with stink bugs and being like "uhmm, i dont see what you think im doing wrong?? my bugs are just having a good time and i think these people just need to learn to see the benefits of having bugs around??? i think youre being really judgy right now, and need to let me chill" and also i would take jane prentiss out back and bury her in a flower pot because EW stay away from me maggot lady 🤢 (and stop pretending to be worms, youre MAGGOTS!! worms dont deserve this slander) ((dont talk to me about phylogeny and the definition of worm, i do not care. jane prentiss doesnt deserve to be compared to the kind pink creature we most commonly depict as Worm))

STRANGER - theyre the entity i WANT to be an avatar of. would be number 1 if i wasnt forced to pledge loyalty to the corruption. theyve got like the whole aesthetic down perfectly. clowns, taxidermy, weird and offputting creatures, just like a normal guy but you dont want him around, fish i guess, mannequins. its IDEAL. i want to be nikola's friend soooo badly. i think the clown apocalypse wouldve been pretty fun and jon shouldve just let it happen.

SPIRAL - they're every gay persons dream, and i dont even know why we all love them so much. their category feels so broad and im not quite sure what im supposed to be scared of here. why are people scared of fractals again?? literally no idea. im not afraid of them in the slightest, but also all of my dreams have a really spiral-esque aesthetic and all take place in giant labyrinths of hotels and amusement parks and malls and whatever. i wanna submit an application to join their cause because of how dedicated i am to labyrinths. @ the distortion, please call me

FLESH - i just think jared hopworth is really funny, and the flesh is so hilarious to me because it just feels like the working class of entities. entity thats most likely to work a blue collar job and just be a normal person you can go fishing with. entity voted somehow strangest and also most normal. why do they have a meat pit. they amuse me to no end. like alright, have fun with your meat or whatever. im having a great time.

SLAUGHTER - idk why theyre so high up on the list, but idk i think i just love some good violence. the war aesthetic bores me, but they make up for it with their dedication to knives and stabbing. entity that is easiest to make a playlist for because you just have to pick edgy songs from early 2010s amvs. Grifters Bone was actually just playing "I Can't Decide" by the Scissor Sisters.

END - death is just like kinda fun tbh. simple, straightforward, down to earth kinda entity. people really liked connecting unus annus to the end so they instantly rise in the ranking for me. i would invite an end avatar to my house to bake a pie, which i cant really say is true for any other entity.

VAST - used to be higher on the list, but one of my ex-friends really liked them so now im legally required to form a grudge. their aesthetic is great and every vast avatar just seems like theyre having a genuinely good time! being their avatar would probably be the best option out of all of them, since all you have to do is throw some people off a building every now and then, and you can spend the rest of the time just flying around the upper atmosphere or chilling in the ocean. literally nothing about them scares me. the vast emptiness of unexplored depths/heights? thats cool as hell, and i would LOVE to be stuck at the bottom of the ocean. im obsessed with how large the universe is and how small we are. unfathomably large creatures? give me more!!! whales arent big enough, and i think the vast is right to want creatures so large that you cant even perceive them. i was so disappointed as a child when i found out that dinosaurs werent like 100 stories tall. if a shark the size of mount everest showed up at my house, that would be the greatest day of my life. anyway they would be number 4 but theyre 7 now because that friend ruined them. get rekt.

EYE - tbh i dont have much to say about the eye. theyre just sorta there for me. they get points bc the aesthetic is impeccable and everyone draws dope art, and also i own SO much eye themed clothing, but like. idk. theyre watching, i guess. sure, whatever. bonus points for ben meredith though.

HUNT - im surprised i dont like them more, but to me they just feel like a less edgy version of the slaughter. theyre slaughter's slightly more boring younger sibling. none of their avatars seem like theyre having a fun time, and they just dont seem like people i could get along with. like come onnnnn give it up for a bit and focus less on your stupid job, just go camping without making it about some lame Quest or something UGH. extra credit for having werewolves though, i do love werewolves.

BURIED - every time i take a "what entity are you" quiz it gives me the buried, so i have unfortunately developed a vendetta against them. just bc i like dirt doesnt make me a buried avatar!! i have nothing against them specifically, but they just arent Me. 2nd most down to earth avatar after the end (haha thats ironic ha ha), and i could definitely see myself easily being friends with their avatars bc they all seem like pretty normal people, but eh. just not my fav. they should be, but theyre not. sorry, buried

WEB - now i do love a good edgy manipulative character, but i just dont like the web. they seem soooooo self-aggrandizing and im like GEEEEZ can you chill for a second??? i know youre maaaasters of manipulation, but join the club, i can do that too. they have probably the most solid aesthetic out of the entities, with the puppet and spider thing being super cool, but they just dont do enough with it. every time the web does anything i just wanna roll my eyes and find someone less pompous to monologue at me

DESOLATION - i love fire. i love fire, and burning things, and arson, and you guys let me down. youre a cult and not even a fun one!! get over yourselves and just learn to have a good time!! way too obsessed with their pseudo-religious imagery. they need to take a page out of the vast's book and learn to just have a good time

LONELY - eh, they just dont appeal to me. feels like too genuine of a "fear" to be something i could enjoy. im not like afraid of loneliness, it just annoys and depresses me to experience. and i dont want to be stuck around someone who builds their entire brand on not having friends. go to therapy.

DARK - they take the cult thing that the desolation is so obsessed with, and then do an even worse job at it. was ANYONE in the dark having a good time, ever? you all could be so edgy, yet here you are just being downright depressing to interact with. get some hobbies.

EXTINCTION - i dont like them and they are impossible to make a playlist for. number stations are cool though.

CORRUPTION - theyre on here again. i hate you, corruption. stupid horrible worm maggot loser entity. does nothing useful and is terrible at everything. are any of OUR avatars having a good time? No, theyre not!! i dont wanna be stuck with these maggot idiots!! the big plan for world domination was "worm door"???? dear lord. im so ashamed to be involved with them.

#the magnus archives #tma #behold my analysis fjdkslfjdklsa #i spent so much time organizing my list #a whole 4 minutes at least #5 minutes at most #i am sorry to all the entities that ive disrespected </333 #you just arent for me #this was great. i had such a fun time making this list fjkslajfksla #ill never not be mad that im stuck with the maggot entity instead of the cool clown people ♨︎_♨︎#jonny sims why couldnt you have assigned me the clowns.#why did you have to craft the corruption specifically to target Me #ok gnight fjdklsa #fluffle answers

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zvaigzdelasas · 4 years ago

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Imagine thinking China is communist when the workers don't own the means of production and parliament is like 1/3rd billionaires, and factory workers make poverty wages. Maybe look to the zapatistas or people actually doing revolutionary work not just justifying authoritarian regimes like china or the us

“the parliament is like 1/3rd billionaires” holy shit. holy shit. like holy shit you actually believe that dont u holy shit.....

There are 389 billionaires throughout all of mainland china. +112 more if you include Taiwan, Hong Kong, and Macau (weird how thats like 1/3 the mainland. Do those provinces have 1/3 the population as the mainland? wonder why there’s such a difference). The NPC has 3000 members (plus another 2100 in the CPPCC). The NPC is the largest legislative body in the world. Just do some simple math holy shit, even if every single billionaire in china was a part of the “parliament” (by which you assumedly mean the NPC), that would barely be over 10%, hardly enough to dominate every vote, as you seem to be implying. (the real number of billionaires in the NPC/CPPCC changes year-by-year, but the most recent number i could find is 150 between the two bodies (who, combined, have >5000 members))

Of course, not every billionaire is a part of either the Party or the NPC (two separate institutions). Why is that, if it's actually the case that being a billionaire in the NPC means u can do whatever you want? because being a member of those institutions means you’re put under more scrutiny, and surprise surprise - billionaires would really prefer not to be placed under scrutiny. Just ask Zhao Zhengyang, a Shaanxi Governor/NPC chairperson who thought he was the one really calling the shots, a belief you & him seem to share.

Welp, turns out, because he was placed under higher scrutiny as an NPC chairperson, his $100 million (USD) in bribes during his time in office were discovered, and he was sentenced to “Death Penalty with Reprieve”, which means that he was stripped of all his assets (money, house, fancy cars, etc), all his political privileges, and if he manages to continue being a Good Rule-Following Parole Boy until 2022, he’ll be lucky enough to have his death sentence reduced to.... life in prison, with no further commutation or parole permitted.

The court considered this a “lenient punishment”, seeing as he confessed, pleaded guilty, and voluntarily surrendered all of his personal assets.

If you have any other questions along your path to actually learning things, feel free to let me know, tho ideally w/o the snarky Radicooler-Than-Thou posturing 😁😁😁

#and this isnt even mentioning how there's literally 0 billionaires in the central committee or the politburo or the standing committe #or yk as party gensec #btw the population ratio between mainland & combined taiwan hk & macau is like 1:40

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Buzzcut Season Ch. 5: Romeo Take Me

s/o to the gif maker because i LOVE

A/N: WHOA HEY! Late update because that's who I am as a person, but this is my longest chapter yet. I am really really bad at the pacing and writing of action, so my apologies. This has been a LONG few weeks for me but I'm finally getting to get back into writing! I hope everyone had a great holiday!

WC: 6.5k

Warnings: Canon typical violence, cursing, blood reference, abusive family dynamic, slight angst, my inability to pace scenes

(ps I'm going to start including songs I listened to that have a major theme for the chapter so if you wanna listen along here you go i dont know why it's so big)

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It’s dark when you wake up, and you can tell by the faint whir of the containment shield that you’re in the detention block. You blink twice, wiping sleep out of your eyes as you focus in on the shape of your mother. She looks completely regal, as per usual, in a fur lined red dress, the heavy cloak on her back making an ominous “thump” as she walks towards you. You stand to face her, noting the complete lack of remorse on her face.

“Daughter.” She states as plainly as a fact. To her, that isn’t far off, the relationship extends no farther than where blood forces it. “I’m sorry, am I on spice? What’s going on here?” You stand toe to toe with the ray shield, looking her straight in the eyes. “‘This is just business darling, nothing more.” She sighs and leans back against the control module outside the small collection of cells. “You see, the people think I’m a Separatist, which of course I am, but my re-election doesn’t look too promising, now,” she points a gloved finger at you, “if my daughter were to marry another politically ambitious young man, with quiet separatist ideals and a better public image, well that would be great!” She exhales and looks up and around the room, “and if she’s assassinated the night of her wedding, and the Republic can’t really protect her, then what is a citizen to do but back out of a government that doesn’t support them?”

“Oh, so that’s it, I am on spice. You’re going to kill me, your only child, for political gain?” “Technically this very affordable Trandoshan is going to kill you,”

"Right, sure. Why?"

"I have given up too much in my life for the Republic to be the reason I lose it all. Don't you see?" The thinly veiled sanity on her face began to slip, "I lost everything, I married for power, I studied war and manners when I wanted to learn to paint. You ask why I have to kill my only child, it's simple. The public would never vote for an eternally pregnant queen." The pained expression on her face simmered, and she brushed some stray hairs back into the crown, "now where were we?"

“If I refuse this? This whole idea?”

“I’m sorry?”

“If I refuse? If I run from the wedding or just refuse to participate?”

“Then I’ll be sure to invite that girl Jil to your next ceremony. Plus,” she reaches into her pocket and pulls out Rex’s chain, “I may not know his number, but I’m sure it won’t be hard to find. The Republic won’t miss one clone, but by the look on your face it appears you will.” At that moment, Captain Tars walks in with a large blue box, which your mother graciously accepts and passes it and the chain through the compartment typically used for delivering meals. “I’ve brought you a gift.” She gestures to the box before turning on her heel to leave with the Captain. “Get dressed. I’ll be back soon to collect you for your wedding.”

Once she leaves you open the lid of the box, revealing a very ornate and very Lyran wedding gown, complete with headpiece and overskirt. You tuck the chain around your neck and pick up the heavy satin dress. You were going to find your way out of this, and you were going to warn Rex, there was no way around it.

* * *

The first thing Rex notices about waking up the morning after you left is the silence. Feeling frustrated after the fight and a restless night, he had left your apartment in the early hours of the morning, instead heading back to his quarters in the GAR barracks. He hadn’t intended on staying there tonight, so the room is filled with an unsettlingly still feeling as he moves about. He dresses like normal, but the loneliness welds to his bones like an uncomfortable beskar brace as he checks his datapad for messages from you. Nothing. He meanders about, aimlessly picking up pieces of discarded armor on his floor and snapping them in place mechanically, like he did every morning before he met you. Three quarters of a year in and this is the first major fight you’ve yet to have, and it sits uncomfortably in his chest like a cold ghost, the lack of you. He looks quick in the mirror in the fresher before he walks out and resolves in that moment two things: first, that he doesn’t feel like spending another day not knowing where you are, and second, that he desperately needs to re-dye his hair.

The second thing Rex notices is that General Skywalker is pacing in the command center, waiting for something. Evidently, he was waiting for him, and the look on his face is slightly strained. “Captain, you’ve got a transmission in there,”

“Right, what is it?” Anakin sighs, and runs a hand through his hair, “Look, I’ll be out here when you’re done, but I think it’s probably best if you take it by yourself.” He excuses himself, and Rex sends the few of his men standing nearby before walking into the adjacent room and sealing the door.

Your father looks worse than last time Rex saw him, the air of regal success has been stripped from him and he looks like he hasn’t slept all night. “Captain, I need your help.”

“Senator, sir, of course, what is it?”

“My daughter never made it to her quarters last night,” he says, looking around at something Rex can’t see before lowering his voice, “A member of the guard came to me today. She’s being kept here, in the palace, against her will. She could be hurt, I-I don’t know, she hasn’t let me see her. I don’t know how many are in on it.” Rex’s vision goes white at the edges for a moment, and he tries to keep his mind focused while a thousand thoughts and images race through your head. Sure, he’s seen diplomatic hostage crises before, and they’re usually fine. If this isn’t a trap, then you’re probably being kept in a secure location, bored out of your mind. Then again, he thinks back to finding Senator Amidala and Representative Binks on Naboo, how exhausted and battered they were after being electrocuted. How distraught General Skywalker looked at the sight of them, of Ahsoka’s illness. Lyra is your home planet too, he thinks, and shudders at the thought.

“Senator, with all due respect, if she’s being held by terrorists in your own system, shouldn’t this be handled internally? Or better yet, bring it to the senate.”

“There’s no time!” He yells, slamming his hand forward onto what Rex can only imagine is a desk in his office. “It’s not terrorists, it’s my wife and the Sepretists, she’s trying to use my daughter’s hand in marriage as a bargaining chip to secure her reign and bring Lyra out of the Republic, she’ll kill her the second she get’s the chance and make it look like a Republic error, and we’ll lose the system and my daughter.” Rex’s knuckles are burning white with the intensity he’s holding the transmitter in front of him. He can’t believe he was so careless to let a fight get in the way, he knew he shouldn’t have let you go with just Tars. And the concept of a marriage? He wonders if you knew all along the possibility, why you were so adamant about him not going with. Not the time, he thinks, and resolves to ask when he finds you. “Without the Senate intervening, I can’t go in with a team. I can offer my support, but I’ll be going against the Republic. If anything goes wrong, it’ll look like an invasion.”

“The don’t let anything go wrong. I’ll send you the coordinates of where to land, I’ll send whatever guards I can trust, I estimate we have at best 24 hours.” He punches a few things down and suddenly Rex’s wrist gauntlet flashes with the receipt of the location. Your father looks prepared to disconnect, but he pauses for a moment. “There aren’t very many people in this world I deem worthy Captain, I would say you are one of the exceptions.”

“Sir?” Rex answers, surprised by this admission. Your father has been nothing but kind to him, but the strict hierarchy of power was never really forgotten when he was around. He reaches into his pocket, and holds up a chain that Rex suddenly recognizes as his metal tag he had given you all those months ago. “I found this on my wife’s desk in her office. Off the record, I’ve known since Mandalore. I let her out of her marriage commitment that night.” Rex stares at the chain, then your father, then to the chain, mouth hanging agape before he responds. “I’ll bring her home to Coruscant Senator. You have my word.” He looks at Rex with sad eyes before revealing the faintest smile, “I know you will.”

“The best I can give you is a ship and two days Captain.” Anakin says the moment Rex steps outside. “You know I have to go after her,” he responds, and Skywalker shrugs, “I won’t stop you, but I can’t get involved. I can give you two days. Make the most of it.” He nods, and Anakin speaks again. “Rex, may the force be with you.” Rex turns around and salutes, to which Anakin responds, and nods his head, sending him off.

On the walk to the armory, Rex is consumed by emotion, and he can’t help but laugh imagining how much General Kenobi would hate standing near him right now, he could barely stand when Anakin got into a fit. All he can imagine is the same fearful face and big watery eyes from the night before. He thinks about how you looked, bandaged and connected to a droid when you returned from Mandalore. Kriff. Everything Cut had said that night on Saleucami makes sense now, and he curses himself for not really understanding it sooner. Sure, he had his brothers, they were his family, but you were something else. He’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about you, about marriage, about the two concepts together. Each time a soldier defected and got hitched to a nurse, a pilot, a civvie, he had always imagined the two of you doing the same thing. But marriage? To someone else? That was not a risk he was going to take. He pauses and punches in his code to the armory, greeted by four familiar faces already geering up inside.

“I know you want to have a conversation about this sir, but respectfully, no.” Fives says without even looking up, strapping a blaster to his holster and loading up on charges. Kix is off to the side tallying up med kits, and he looks over his shoulder, “We kept it quiet, of course, the General didn’t mind.”

“Alright stand down, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but go back to command soldiers, that’s an order. This isn’t a fight I want to bring anyone else down in.” Rex grunts out, grabbing his pistols from the wall. Jesse comes up behind him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Considering you’re technically committing treason, I technically outrank you. So, we’re coming.” Rex looks up at his brother and sighs, shrugging his shoulders off. “Enjoy it, this’ll be the only time it happens.” Jesse smiles, and grabs a blaster, “Wouldn’t expect much less.”

* * *

The five soldiers loaded up Anakin’s ship, which he had graciously decided to “send for a wash.” They placed down the few crates of blasters and charges, while Jesse and Tup took the coordinates from Rex and programmed the jump to hyperspace. It felt bizarre to be in the General’s ship without him. To essentially commit treason.

“As her security, it’s our duty to help make sure she is returned to safety, it’s for the good of the Republic.” Rex said, settling into a seat. The four other’s shared side eyes, and Kix nodded his head mockingly.

“So are we ignoring the rancor in the room or can we just all stop lying.” Fives said, flopping down onto the bench next to him. He glanced at his brother, a smirk plastered across his face, one eyebrow raised suggestively. Rex shook his head, “I don’t have any idea what you’re getting on about.”

“That is the absolute biggest load of bantha shit I have ever heard in my entire life, prepare to jump!” Jesse called from the cockpit, and soon enough they were on their way. “Listen, Captain, we all know. Correction, we’ve known, but we also know that the only time you broke GAR code was when you started scratching kill counts into your bucket, and you were royally miffed about that for weeks,” Fives said, tapping the worn tally on his wrist. “She’s the greatest thing to happen to you, to happen to all of us, if you ask me.” Kix said, taking a seat in front of them. He opened a medkit and paced Rex a small pill, which he looked at quizzically, “You’ve looked like you wanted to throw up since this morning. Take it now so you don’t freak her out when we bring her home.” Rex chuckled and popped it in his mouth, letting out a deep sigh. “Why didn’t she tell me? I mean, she’s been set for an arranged marriage, she had to have known?” Jesse spun his chair around after clicking a few buttons, setting the ship into autopilot, “You know what I always found funniest about her?” he said, walking towards them with Tup in tow. “She looked at you everyday like she was lucky to be chosen by you, everyday. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a set of people more obsessed with each other with less confidence.” Fives chided in, “Not for nothing, but frankly, she acts like you’re the own person in the world who could make her happy. Aesthetically there are literally thousands of men who could do that. But she chose you. For some reason.” Rex sputtered while the men agreed, “I don’t get what you’re saying at all?”

“I think what he means is that I get the idea she would do just about anything for you, and I mean, she already has. She loves being in the spotlight, she literally shines there, and she’s kept your secret.” Tup responded.

Fives chimed in, “Yeah, I mean, when was the last time she didn’t have to keep a secret? I mean, her entire relationship is a secret, her home life is a secret, she has about four different lives. You two are so closed off, I get that it’s a rule, and it’s a court martial, but also so are most of the things we do. Skywalker isn’t gonna kill ya’ for falling in love.”

“Plus, has she ever even brought up wanting to go back to Lyra?” Jesse said, and Rex shook his head, “No, never. I was the one who said we should.” They all hummed in silence for a moment before Kix spoke up, “Maybe that was the point. She didn’t tell you because she simply wasn’t following through with it. She didn’t plan on ever going back,”

“But her people, her responsibilities-”

“Rex, I’ve seen pictures of her on top of a table while that Twi she hangs with poured drinks in her mouth. I don’t think she’s shooting for a political career.” Jesse laughed, and Kix shook his head, “She’s been raised to be married Rex, I don’t particularly blame her for trying to leave it all behind.”

“But why would she want to?”

“For you dank ferrick, if anyone should know about your relationship, it’s me,” Fives said, rolling his eyes, “Do you know how many hypothetical situations she’s asked me about you? How many times I’ve read the GAR code? All the music she’s played loudly while she gets ready and I’ve had to just pretend it wasn’t about you? I created this, by the way, you owe me several drinks at 79’s,” he laughed, “Stop thinking of why she would do anything for you, and start thinking of what you’ll do for her, because now, she needs you.” The room fell into silence while the rest of the men left him to himself, walking towards the controls to prepare for their landing, leaving Rex to his thoughts.

He’d never been scared of dying before, he was created to live and die in blasterfire and expected that the only celebration he’d ever really enjoy was the brief pause between battles. When the war came for him, he figured that meant he had surpassed his usefulness. Now, in this moment, the thought of returning without you was plenty more than he was prepared to lose. I would die a thousand deaths if it means you’ll live a minute more, he thought, and steeled himself for the fight.

* * *

You were sufficiently bored. The guards left hours ago, leaving you completely alone with your thoughts. You had thought they would at least chat with you, maybe someone would bring in the new Sy Snootles song so you could have some entertainment. But no. Silence was fine, thanks. You were distracting yourself by laying on your back, tossing the heavy headpiece with its long tulle veil up and down. Maybe if I throw it hard enough it’ll hit my head and I’ll pass out again, you thought, chucking it up into the ceiling. To your surprise, the durasteel panel above you responded with a hollow thwump. You squinted up at the ceiling, before standing on the metal slab you were laying on. You tossed it again, and it responded with the same echo. “No.” You whispered out loud, before banging the heavy headpiece against the bottom of the panel. Thankfully, the guards had left a short while ago, and could not hear the sound coming from the detention unit. After a few more loud thwumps, the piece lifted from its spot, and if you strained you could just place your hands on it. Mustering all your strength, you pushed it to the side, just enough for your shoulders to fit through, and tried looking up. If you remembered correctly, this was an air duct, and it should be thick and wide enough for you to fit inside. You tried jumping and catching your hands on the edge of the duct to pull yourself up, but each jump fell just inches too short. This is going to hurt so bad when this is all over, you thought, rubbing your very bruised back each time you fell. The heavy embroidered skirt on the gown wasn’t doing you any favors, and you quickly unhooked it from the corseted top the dress your mother gave you had on. You stood back on the slab, skirt pooled around your legs, leaving you just in the white thermal pants and the top half of the gown. You looked back up at the hole in the ceiling, and breathed. You thought of Rex, of your friends, of your father. How much you wanted to drink salt-berry wine and lay on the beach when this war was over, how badly you wanted to teach Rex to ski on the Lyran mountain range. You were smart, strong, stars, you were incredible. You’ve survived assassination attempts before, this is no different. Here, you had an advantage.

You braced yourself, steeled your breath, and jumped up, hands catching the corner of the duct, giving you enough grip to pull your body upward. Once inside the air duct, you replaced the panel back in its spot before beginning to crawl towards what you hoped was an exit. There was a faint glow from the emergency lights, and every so often the duct would have slats that you could look down through, providing little in the way of visibility and direction. This has got to be the worst trip home I’ve ever had, you thought, head throbbing again from the spot you hit when you fell on the landing pad.

You leaned back against the wall and pulled your knees up to your chest while you took a moment to collect yourself. This was your home, and you were being treated like a prisoner. You knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t entirely surprising for your mother to jump to such drastic measures to secure her re-election, but still. Being kidnapped by your own mom was a little bit jarring. It all hurt; your bones, your head, your heart. You hadn’t been ecstatic to return, you knew you’d be burning bridges, but you assumed you’d get to enjoy home a little longer. Raise a family. Be happy here, for once in your life and reclaim some of the memories tainted by suffocating gowns and disapproval.

With a crash, you’re pulled from your thoughts by a loud commotion, and you scrambled backwards to the vent you had just passed. Peering down,there was a small cluster of guards yelling to one another. “There’s been a group of Republic troops spotted in the palace, get back to the detention level!” One man yelled, and scrambled back the way you had just passed. Rex. He was here, he had to be. You weren’t sure how he found out, but stars it had to be him. Except now he was headed to where you were supposed to be, and was going to be met with a group of guards. Kriff.

You wiggled yourself to turn around, no easy feat in the tight, durasteel space you were stuck in, and crawled back the direction you came. After a few more minutes of crawling, you came across the vent outside the detention center, and looked down. There, just through the slats, you could make out Rex, Fives, Jesse, Kix, and Tup, standing face to face with a group of guards. “Where did you take her?” Rex gritted, hand hovering over his blaster. You couldn’t see the face of the Lyran men, but could hear the agitation in their voices. “Funny, we were about to ask you the same thing, clone.” He spat, blaster aimed towards them. “Listen, let’s make a deal, just give her back, and we won’t paint this very nicely decorated white detention wall with your insides, traitors.” Fives chided. The Lyran men stepped closer, and while you had faith that your boys would be able to handle this, they were outnumbered. You needed to think, and fast. You began to work the corners of the vent, quietly prying it open from the inside so you had an unobstructed view down. From your view, it looked to be about 3 feet to the nearest trooper. “Force I hope this works.” You murmured before jumping out of the duct onto the two nearest troopers.

“WATCH OUT!” You yelled, leaping onto the guards and using them as a cushion to brace your fall, while Rex and the rest of the men used the opportunity to take out the remaining officers in the confusion. Blaster fire rang out, charring the walls and the electrical panels nearby. You looked down at your arm, a small graze from a stray blaster shot that began to sting, and then back up the shocked looking clones. The commotion had died down and you pushed yourself up, bones a little achy from using your body as a projectile. “Rex,” you whispered, running towards him and crashing into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in closer to him, one hand wrapped up in your hair and holding your head in towards his neck. “I came as soon as I got the call, are you hurt? What did they do to you?” He whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you. His thumb grazed the cut on your head and you winced, causing Kix to walk over with his medkit. He opened up a bacta patch and placed it on your arm, and put a small amount of bacta spray on your head. “Nice thinking there with the whole monkey lizard move.” Jesse said, walking towards you and patting your non-injured arm. “We’ve all been worried about you doll,” Fives replied, “also you and your family are literally insane.”

“When I imagined meeting your mom for the first time, this isn’t how I thought it would go.” Rex laughed as he and the rest of the troopers grabbed their blasters. You picked up a blaster from one of the guards and shrugged, “I’m not going to lie this isn’t completely out of the ordinary.” You followed their lead out of the detention center and back up the stairs.

Once you reached the first level of the palace, you ducked in an alclove to avoid the approaching footsteps. “They must’ve been alerted to your break out,” Tup said, peering around the corner. “Who builds a palace with a detention center in the basement, that feels creepy,” Fives said shaking his head, “we don’t normally need to use it.” You hissed in response, peeking your head around the corner. Your heart hurt to be hiding out in your home like this, you hadn’t seen the palace in nearly a year. The grand ceiling and large stained glass windows always made you feel like you were living in an art piece, and you spent your formative years spinning on this marble floor. Just up the grand staircase two flights up was your childhood bedroom, with a balcony that lead to the garden. It was beautiful, but it was no longer yours. “Are there any guards still on your side?” Rex asked, bringing you back to focus. “There has to be? Her whole goal was to make it look like a Republic error, she probably hand selected a team to work with her. We don’t know who knows what.” You said, and they nodded. Rex turned and said, “set to stun. We’re not here to kill anyone who isn’t here to hurt her.” Your heart grew a bit at that, you hadn’t even really begun to think about the fact that people could get hurt. Some of the guards in the palace had known you since you were a toddler. “We need to get to the docking station, we have General Skywalker’s ship,” Rex said, motioning for everyone to follow. He paused and let Jesse take the lead, standing back by you. You slid in pace next to him, “Anakin gave you his ship? I’m impressed.”

“You’re a member of the squad. Plus, he knows I have a little bit of a bias towards you.” He said, tapping his fingers under your chin.

“This is somehow disgustingly cute and also makes me want to throw up.” Kix said, rolling his eyes at the two of you.

“It’s like a speeder wreck, I can’t look away.” Fives responded, making Rex shoot them both a look. “Are we done being a secret with them?” You murmured as you ducked in and out of doorways. “I think we’ve both done enough with secrets. Plus, they’ve apparently already known.” He said, and Jesse whispered back, “you’re not exactly subtle.” You smiled up at him before pulling everyone together. “If we go up the stairs and head left, we’ll get to my quarters. There's a set of stairs out back that lead to the gardens, it’s the quickest way to the landing pad without running through the entire palace.” You said.

“That feels unsafe, who puts stairs into a child’s bedroom?” Tup whispered, and you bit on your lip to keep yourself from laughing. “Follow her lead.” Rex said, gesturing to you,

The conversation fell quiet now as you ran up the staris and around the marbled floors of the palace. The sun was beginning to dip low in the sky, sending a peach glow out from behind the mountains into the halls. Running past portraits of your family and the ones that came before you finally stopped at a large cream door, with ornate swirls and lettering carved into the wooden frame. “This is it.” you gestured for them to go in, and they did. Clearing the room and following in, you entered your bedroom for the first time in nearly a year.

It was just as you left it, silky sheets and a fountain burbling in the middle of the room. The large balcony doors were closed, and there were a handful of gowns on dress forms around your room. Portraits of your family littered the wall, and while Jesse and Fives began work on the door, Rex leaned on your bed post and looked at the portrait on your wall. This was recent, your hair was pinned into a headdress with a long ponytail hanging out the back, and you were dressed in an emerald green taffeta gown, holding a small bouquet in your lap. There was a champagne sash across your bodice, and you looked stoic. “So this is what you looked like all the time?” Rex asked, gesturing to the pout on your face.

“For your information, a royal portrait is best done with a straight face. Smiles make more wrinkles.”

“Hmm.” he placed an arm on your hip, “I think I prefer your smile, my lady.” You smiled up at him and glanced in the direction of the door. With a resounding pop, the pane flung open, and you all scurried out and down the stairs into the gardens.

The mountains loomed over the horizon as you raced between hedges and perfectly manicured flowers. The fountain in the garden burbled along and the wind tossed around the perfume of sweet snow-flowers and the air was heavy with chill. It was so peaceful here, a stark contrast to the past day. The gothic shadow of the palace loomed over you as you wove through the garden towards your ship. Through the gates, you approached the docking bay you had left your ship, and saw Anakin’s ship nearby. Your run hastened to a halt as you got closer, where your mother stood with what you assumed was the rest of her guard.

“I don’t think this is going to end the way you think it will,” she murmured, walking towards you. Rex and the rest of them had drawn their blasters, but so had the group in front of you. You stood tall in front of your mother as she walked up to you, her long hair fluttering behind you. “We don’t need the Republic.” She hissed, eyes landing on the small group of clones behind you. “You don’t represent our people. You only represent yourself, you’re going to lose the next election.” You said through gritted teeth, while she placed a perfectly manicured hand on your cheek. “Are you going to stop me? You and these, these science projects? Please, darling don’t be silly.” A man with short red hair moved out from the crowd and your mother glanced at him, “your future husband has agreed to take you after your direct disobedience, now I have to give him a cabinet seat, thanks to you.” The man walked a step closer and Rex switched his aim from your mother to him. “You don’t know a thing about my future husband.” You spat, standing tall. She hummed in response before turning away. “Once we get her out of here, you can have your little firefight, I know you want to.” She said to Captain Tars, who was now standing in front of the group of guards. You backed up closer to Rex, “sorry your majesty, but our Lady stays with us.” He said, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you in line. She rolled her eyes and waved her hand in response, “now now, don’t be difficult-“ she began, but was cut off by a beeping coming from Tars’ cuff. He glanced down and looked at your mother with some worry, “my Queen, there are ships incoming. Two standard class Republic cruisers and a group of fighters.” He said, and her eyes grew wide before turning back to you. You looked at Rex in shock, and he seemed also slightly confused. Just then, the reinforcements came out of hyperspace, hovering just in the airspace above you. CeeDee hobbled out of your ship before walking down the ramp past the guards, “Oh good! They got my message!” Rex laughed as his comm began to glow. Anakin’s voice crackled through, “Captain! Great work on the extraction, between the droid’s distress signal and the Senator’s testimony, we were able to mobilize pretty quickly. Plus, it helps that she’s made a few powerful friends. His voice dropped just a bit before finishing, “Senator Amidala sends her best.” You beamed at the mention of Padmé’s name and at the sense of relief that flooded your chest, and watched as Anakin’s yellow fighter flew down, followed by a small collection of gunships. Your mother and her men began to scramble, and Anakin hopped out, walking towards her. “Your majesty, your presence is requested on Coruscant,” he said, while the rest of the 501st began collecting the rest of the defectors. He turned to Rex, “Captain, why don’t you take her ship home, and take Kix and Tup. We’ll take my ship and the rest of them back to Coruscant. Get her out of here.”

“Yes sir,” Rex replied, leading you towards the ramp of your ship. CeeDee followed, and you looked out over your home once more. It didn’t feel the same, though it’s probably pretty fair that an attempted kidnapping and assassination will probably ruin a memory or two, but it was still beautiful. The sun had finally sunk beyond the mountain range, and the warm glow was replaced with a faint twilight, where stars and lights began to twinkle out. You could see the capital city sprawl below the castle, and you imagined coming back after the war. Breathing in one last breath of cold mountain air, you turned in towards your ship and towards Rex, your new home.

* * *

You were reclining on a seat in the back of the ship when Rex walked over to you, sitting down beside you and opening up his arms. You scrambled over, moving slowly as the pain in your body began to resonant, and rested your head on his plastid-covered chest. Stillness washed over you, the sense of calm you had been searching for over the hellish few days was finally here, and you allowed yourself to succumb to the feeling. It seemed he was always like this, your anchor when you needed it. You sat like this for just a moment, the only sound the quiet sighs of your breaths escaping your mouths, before he whispered, “why didn’t you tell me about the marriage?” You looked up at him, his eyes shifting uncomfortably and saw the genuine expression of worry on his face. This was not the typical, set in brow of Rex worry, no, this was something that hurt your heart to see much more. Something that felt like inadequacy. You turned your body to face him a bit more and placed a hand on his cheek, “oh, oh stars it’s not like I meant to hide it from you it’s just… I guess I just genuinely didn’t think it was important?”

“I mean personally, I think you being engaged matters a great deal to me, I just feel like maybe, I don’t know, that might interest me.”

“I just simply never planned on going through with it,” you whispered, tracing your thumb in lazy circles across his stubble. “I figured we’d stay here, together. I didn’t want to return if it meant leaving you behind.” You sighed and pulled back. “I like my life, with you. I like being back on Coruscant, and I like my apartment and glitter and expensive drinks. I have no reason to give it up for a system I’ve lost passion for and a life that is no longer mine.” He mulled this over, you could see him work through it in his brain and gnaw on his cheek, so you pulled out your datapad and loaded up a picture you had saved, and passed it towards him. He looked confused, and you put your head on his shoulder as you looked at it.

You were two years younger in this, and you had to admit you looked very pretty. Your hair was pulled back long down your back, little wisps framing the front of your face, and tiny diamonds were woven into your hair. You had a silver tiara with complementing jewels, and the bodice of your dress was a pale mint color with tiny white flowers embroidered all around the corset, and sleeves stretched long down your arms and rested at points along your hands. You gazed at something and a placid smile sat on your face. You looked very pretty. But very bored.

“This was my bridal portrait,” you murmured, and Rex turned his cheek towards you, brows scrunched in confusion, “after I came of marrying age, this was sent to a bunch of families on Lyra for them to start making offers. I was born to be married, that’s the price of royalty there.” He sat silent for a moment before powering off the datapad. He pulled your face closer to his and rested his forehead on yours, “I think we’ve both done a good job of showing the maker we’re built for more than we we’re born for.” He pulled your chin up to bring your lips together, and he kissed you with the passion and softness of a man who had nearly lost it all. You weren’t oblivious, you knew exactly how he felt. In fact, you knew it every time he left, whether it was for one day or one month, that the parts of you that you loved most would vanish with him, if anything happened.

And that’s how it was after that. Rex picked up the last bit of your nobility and helped you pack it away. To him you would always be princess, but you never had to be lady again. For a moment, while you watched hyperspace brush by across the viewports, you felt the sadness you had been swallowing start to bubble up. It would never be the same, the golden sunsets and stained glass windows, even the stuffy parties and chiffon skirts wouldn’t really be the same. When you leaned your head back to catch your breath, you were once again grounded by Rex, his grip tightening on your arm. He was holding you the way you had once held sand on a family trip to the beach so many years ago, so desperately tight to keep everything from slipping through the cracks. I will never be in love like this again, you realized. None of it mattered without him, and everything you did was already good enough. As starlight streamed by, and the quiet chatter of the two troopers in the front of the ship droned on, you reached up and kissed Rex’s forehead and placed a hand in his sunshine colored hair. As if reading your mind, he pulled you into his chest and murmured into your hair. “When this is all over I’m gonna take you somewhere far away and build us a little house with big windows, just like the ones in the castle.”

“Can it be on a lake?” “Whatever you want. You may not want to be royalty on Lyra, but you’re always going to be my princess.” With a subtle shift your shoulders rocked backwards and you let yourself dip deeper into his chest, pulling out the comfort and promise in each of his words. With him, right now, regardless of the war and the betrayal, everything would be ok. You were sure of it.

#rex x reader #star wars #captain rex #captain rex x reader #tcw #sw imagine #buzzcut season #Spotify

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ewritesthangs · 4 years ago

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Ba-ding. Ba-ding. Your phone alerts you that someone was calling. That someone, being your boyfriend of 4 months. Corpse.

"Hey babe."

"Hey princess."

"Whats up? Everything alright?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice before we start gaming and I can barely hear you."

You blush and sit down at your desk. "You're so charming, you know that?"

"One of my many quirks."

"I love all your quirks."

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I'll be able to sleep again."

"Did you not sleep well babe?"

"Not really. My insomnia got the better of me."

"You should have called i would have read to you."

"You're so sweet. I didn't want to wake you."

"You do know I don't care. If you need me call. No matter what."

"Alright. Alright. I will if it gets bad tonight."

"Good boy."

"Woof woof."

"Hey, its almost 1. Time to get the game ready. I shall talk to you later."

"I adore you."

"Feelings are mutual." You blush and hang up. You do what you need to do and join the Among Us game created by none other than Pewdiepie.

"Whats up guys?"

"Hey, Y/N! You're here!" Sean tells excitedly.

"Hey Sean." You shyly say. Thankful they can't see you. You were happy to be able to game. In the semi dark. By yourself. You were confident with Corpse. But with more people? You became an innocent shy noodle. The game starts. Crewmate. You sigh in relief.

"I'll be a good task girl and do my tasks."

Corpse went up to you, and you assume he gave you a small smooch before going to card swipe.

"Don't fail it now babe." You were thankful you didn't live stream yet. You wanted to get a few rounds down and warm up before doing so.

Corpse POV

"I'm going to give Y/N a kiss before card swipe. Muah." My character runs over to her, runs into her looking like mine was giving a kiss. "Love you babe." It slipped out, on livestream. Shit. Oops. I shoot Y/N a quick text.

Accidentally may have said i loved you on livestream.

Oh..... you want to let everyone know, now?

Why not?

Sure babe.

You sure?

Yesh.

"Yeah um ehe I am dating Y/N guys. Surprise." I say to my viewers. "I hope you don't like leave me because of it." My chat was blowing up by now. Saying mostly positive things. I smile at the comments and thank them as much as I can before I get killed by Sean. "What. The fuck man."

2nd Person POV

You report the body and unmute yourself. "Oh no not my baby!" You say softly.

"Wait. What?" Sean chuckles, confused.

"Corpse is my boyfriend." You whisper nonchalantly. "I saw you vent Sean!"

"You killed said boyfriend and self reported. I saw you."

"Where is the body?" Felix asks.

"Inside admin."

"Jack i sense liar voice."

"You always sus me felix." Sean sounded like he was pouting.

"I'm voting sean." Rae says. Everyone votes. Sean votes you. Most of them vote Sean. Sean is ejected.

"Bye bye muthafucka." You say softly, to which everyone gasps.

"Little Y/N just swore."

"I can't believe it. Pause the game."

"What? No guys shhhhh I didn't say anything." You quickly grumble and slap your forehead. "Fuck me. Shit."

"And she keeps swearing! My god." Sean chuckled as he was unmuted still, like everybody.

"I'm muting myself now. Bye." You mute yourself and cover your now red face. "Fuck me in the eyeball with a candlestick."

Nice mouth babe.

Shut it.

Corpse was laughing so hard he was gonna piss himself soon if he didn't stop. You are so cute in his eyes. So innocent.

You got a call a few hours later. The familiar ring of your boyfriends ring tone rushing to fill the void. You had fallen asleep so when you answered you sounded gravelly. Groggy.

"Hello?"

"Sup swearing sailor?"

"Are we allerterating now?"

"Yessssssss."

"I was just having a nice dream about Matthew Gray Gubler and you went and woke me up."

"New found confidence?"

"You bring out the best in me."

"My princess."

"Ya ya."

"Come over. I need to see and kiss your beautiful swearing face."

"Will you let that go? For fucks sake."

"Probably not for awhile."

"Bitch."

"Well are you coming?"

"Not if you keep being mean."

"I loooooovvvveeeee you." He sings.

"I love me too."

"Well now I don't want you here."

"...... I'll bring your favorite."

"See you in about an hour!"

"Spoiled rotten little brat!"

"Love you!"

You went over to his apartment. When you arrived at his door, he engulfed you into a big hug. You feeling so safe and warm in his embrace.

"My princess."

"My prince."

You guys kiss, a sweet and simple kiss. Without letting you go, he walks backwards into the apartment. You guys spend the whole night watching things and eating as much as you can handle. Once it hits 1am, your eyes grow heavy. But you don't want to tell him you're tired. Not yet. Corpse comes back from the bathroom to you falling asleep on the couch.

"Baby, do you want to go to bed?" The sudden sound of his voice startled you awake. With a small nod, you stand up a little uneasy on your legs. Corpse takes you into his arms. Picks you up bridal style. You being too tired, just let it happen. You snuggled into him, before realizing you were in your normal clothes.

"I need to change." Your voice had an obvious tired tone to it.

"You can wear my hoodie babe."

"I dont want you getting cold."

"I'm a human furnace babe."

You just simply nod and lay back onto the bed you were placed upon. He slips his sweatshirt off and hands it to you. You take it and stumble into his bathroom.

"Baby you can change in front of me. I won't look!"

You yawn and get dressed into some sweats and his hoodie. You walk out, swimming in his sweater. You felt safe and cozy. He smiles and holds his arms out for you to come sit on his lap. You waddle over and do as you are motioned to. He holds you as you fall asleep. He watches you before he himself falls asleep. A beautiful way to end an eventful day.

#corpse husband #corpse husband imagine

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galaxyofmyown · 4 years ago

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can you do hotch with a reader with an age gap? maybe something to do with the song “dont stand so close to me” from the police

hello darling! here you go. i obviously aged the song up so she’s in higher education so as to not make her younger than 25 which is my usual rule of thumb. enjoyyyyyyyy! xo

aaron hotchner x reader - just a number

young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy

Aaron needs to stop letting himself get roped into this kind of thing. He’s much better suited for sitting behind a desk than standing in front of a classroom. But here he was anyway, at Virginia Commonwealth University, guest-lecturing for a Professional Ethics and Liability class. The professor was a friend of his from his prosecutor days and he owed her a favor.

Despite Hotch’s general confidence surrounding his career, public speaking is not one of his favorite things. But he’s gotten good at faking it over the years, so his voice carries throughout the lecture hall confidently. There couldn’t be more than 30 people in the room considering the class was only open for people pursuing an M.S. in Criminal Justice. Perhaps this is why his eyes kept wandering back to you. Sitting third row left, dutifully taking notes.

At first, there didn’t seem to be anything special about you. Sure, you were beautiful, but all the girls in the lecture hall were objectively good looking. You weren’t even dressed to impress, lounging in your seat with leggings and a big sweatshirt on. But you had a wiser-than-your-years air about you, and you seemed extremely interested in the subject matter. Hotch couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t tear his gaze away every time you wrapped your lips around the straw of your iced coffee. His interest in you nagged at him. You couldn’t possibly be older than 25. He’d never felt so attracted to someone so young before. Although not explicitly wrong, it did conflict with his personal morals.

she wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be

Yeah, you had a crush on Aaron Hotchner. Despite having only known of his existence for about an hour and 45 minutes, you were under his spell. He’s more charming and well-spoken than most of your professors, and they do this shit for a living. The way he carries himself, the way he moves his hands when gesturing to the screen. It was… hot. But it was more than that. He was smart and competent and his credentials were certainly impressive. And you weren’t the only one to notice. There were many people in your class that looked as interested in him as you felt.

“That’s all I have for you today. Does anybody have any questions?” Hotchner asks the PowerPoint goes black. A few people raise their hands, including yourself. You actually do have a question, but you’re filled with nerves as he looks at you.

“Yes, you in the third row. What’s your name?” He asks. You feel hot.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), sir.” God, he hates that you called him that. Or rather, he hates how much he loves it. You ask your question about how attorney allocations often lead to unjust decisions in court. Agent Hotchner smiles as you speak, causing one girl to turn to you and roll her eyes. Oops?

her friends are so jealous, you know how bad girls get sometimes it's not so easy to be the teacher's pet

“That’s a great question, (Y/N).” Hotchner says (earning you eye roll #2) before spouting off an answer, which you scribbled down in your notebook. He answers a few more questions, and you notice that he didn’t ask anyone else for their name. But that doesn’t mean anything right? As your professor joins Agent Hotchner in the front to thank him for speaking, you realize that you’re never going to see this man again.

And frankly, that’s unacceptable.

You need to say something to him before he leaves, so you stay in your seat as the other students either leave or walk up to talk to Professor Ramirez or Hotchner. Many students are attempting to mask their blatant flirtation with a question, which, like, power to them, but you still felt the distant and unfamiliar sting of jealousy. You don’t miss the way the Agent keeps looking at you, however, which fuels your barely existent confidence. You walk up to Hotchner right after the last student leaves, and boldly stick your hand out. He shakes it and the warmth of his hand seems to move through your entire body.

“It’s (Y/N), correct?” He asks. You nod.

“That’s correct, Agent.” Hotchner smiles at you.

“Please, you can call me Hotch.” He says.

“Alright, Hotch. I just wanted to say that it’s great to meet you. An honor, really.” “It’s great to meet you too.” He says, and if you didn’t know better you would say his tone was FLIRTATIOUS, “Are you interested in working for the FBI?” He asks and you can’t help but laugh.

“God, no.” You say, which makes him raise an eyebrow.

“No?”

“Sorry, sir, no offense, but I really don’t trust the government enough to work for them.” You say, and try to contain your smile when he laughs.

“Fair enough. So what is it you want to be doing?”

“I’ll tell you, but you can’t laugh at me-”

“I would never laugh at you.” He interrupts, and you smile.

“Okay, then. I want to be a private investigator.” Hotch looks surprised, but he nods in approval.

“I can respect that. Although you’ll make plenty of enemies that way.”

“Hm. That’s okay with me. I have a lot of friends.”

“So you’ll strike a balance.”

“Exactly.”

You stand in front of him for a second, calculating your next move.

“Is there something you needed to ask me?” He asks, looking into your eyes. You almost chicken out, but then-

“Yes, actually. Um, this is a bit weird, and I’ve never done this before, but… would you maybe want to get dinner with me sometime?” You ask, forcing yourself not to break eye contact. Hotch’s face remains controlled, and you can’t gauge his reaction.

temptation, frustration, so bad it makes him cry

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). You’re lovely and seem like a great person, but I don’t think that would be appropriate.” He says, and you deflate (although you try not to show it). Trying not to cry from embarrassment, you smile at him and nod.

“I understand, Agent. Have a good night!” You say, staying as positive as possible. Hotch looks at you with pity, which is the last thing you need.

“I really am sorry, (Y/N).” He says.

“Don’t be. Have a good night.” You say, and you’re out the door before he can respond.

You walk to the exit and groan when you see that it’s pouring rain outside.

“Shit.” You say, digging around in your bag for your umbrella, but you can’t find it anywhere.

“Fuck.”

Usually, you’d walk to your apartment from school, but you can barely see the street in front of you with all the rain. You jog over to the bus stop and nearly collapse onto the seat, ignoring everyone around you. Today sucks.

wet bus stop, she's waiting, his car is warm and dry

Hotch pulled out of his reserved parking space carefully. He’s glad he thought to take an umbrella today. He turns up the heat in his car and breathes in the warm air. He can’t stop thinking about you. Was he an idiot for turning you down? It felt like the right thing to do, but now he just feels stupid. He groans as he pulls up at a stoplight. Driving through Richmond at night and in this weather was going to be a nightmare. He looks to his right and sees you, soaking wet and miserable. God. He’s pulling the car over before he can even weigh his options. There’s no way he was going to make you take the bus this late without any protection. He rolled down his window.

“(Y/N)!” He called, startling you. You look up, your expression a mix of hopefulness and embarrassment.

“Yeah?” You ask tentatively. Hotch falters for a moment, then says,

“I can drive you home.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay I’ll just-”

“I’m worried about you. Get in if you want. It’s really no problem.”

You hesitate, and Hotch can practically hear your conflicting thoughts. But you get in the car nonetheless, and holy shit. He has heated seats.

“Thank you.” You say as you close the door. You immediately feel better, the warmth of the car soothing you, the leather seats making you feel less guilty for being soaked in this obviously expensive car.

“It’s no problem. Where should I go?”

You give him directions, his rumbling voice and soft demeanor making you feel so comfortable. The drive only takes 5 minutes, and suddenly you wish you lived farther away.

“It’s this one.” You say, and he parallel parks flawlessly. Hot.

“I’ll walk you up.” He says, reaching for his seatbelt. You put your hand over his before he can unclick it, and he looks up at you.

“Don’t please. I’ll be fine.” You rush out, not eager for him to see the inside of your shabby apartment building. He relents, but before you can pull your hand away he grabs it, softly stroking it with his thumb. It’s an awkward angle, but it makes your heart race nonetheless.

“Hotch?” You ask quietly, and he’s pulled out of his trance. He pulls his hand away and turns back to face the front.

“Sorry. Uh, good night.” He says, and you sigh.

“I’m 25, Hotch. I have a full-time job-”

“(Y/N)-”

“No. Let me say this, please. I have a full-time job and I’m taking night classes for my Master’s. I have my own insurance. I can vote, drink, rent a car. My brain is fully developed. You aren’t my boss. You aren’t my professor. You’re just a guy. I’m just a girl. It’s that simple. If you aren’t interested just say that and I’ll get out right now. But if this is about my age, or your age, then I think you’re making a mistake.” You say, your voice growing stronger with each word. Hotch looks at you, but his guard isn’t up this time. You know exactly what he’s thinking.

“Kiss me, Hotch.” You say. Hotch smiles.

“Call me Aaron.”

“Okay, how many times are you gonna change your name because-”

Aaron pulls you to him before you can finish your thought. His lips are softer than you expected, and he kisses like a guy with 20 years more experience than you. And it’s amazing.

“Wow.” You say as he pulls away. He presses his forehead against yours, and he’s full-on grinning now.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you to your door?” He asks, and you can’t help it: You giggle like a schoolgirl.

don't stand so close to me

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch imagine #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #ssa hotchner

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