#but like if its under a filter I'm like 'oh cool I'm not losing my mind this is just their repeat posting bit thing'

[wonderinc-sonic]

To people who tag their repeat posting memes and unreality memes/ bits I love you so much thank you I promise you some fresh berries from my garden come spring.

[soulofapatrick]

Nothing Changes - Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Summary: You wake the next morning to an empty bed and panic

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: None; fluffy

Notes: I'm really sorry for writing so much Hotch, I'm rewatching criminal minds and all these story ideas for him have been on my mind

Waking up to an empty bed, I feel my heart sink as the realization hits me: Hotch isn’t lying beside me anymore. Panic flutters in my chest as my mind races through a flurry of thoughts. Of course, he left. He couldn’t stay, not without risking our jobs, our reputations, and maybe even our friendship. What if one of the team found out? What would they think of me? They’d probably assume I’m taking advantage of Hotch, especially considering it’s only been two years since Haley’s passing. The man seems to still be grieving, and here I am, complicating things even more.

The distant sound of the shower running breaks through my panic, and relief floods through me, mingling with a tinge of nervousness. Maybe he hadn’t left entirely. Maybe there’s still a chance, a hope that last night wasn’t just a fleeting moment of weakness, but something more. Last night was the first time we gave in to the building sexual tension between us.

His clothes are still strewn across my room, a tangible reminder of the intimacy we shared. I can’t help but replay the events of last night in my mind—the way his touch ignited a fire within me, the way his eyes held mine with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. The way he was so gentle yet so dominant, knowing how to work my body right.

As I slowly come to wakefulness, the sound of the shower grows louder, filling the empty space with its steady rhythm. Part of me longs to join him, to lose myself in the warmth of his embrace once more. But another part of me hesitates, afraid of what this newfound connection might mean for us both.

Before I can decide both of our phones are ringing, the shrill sound makes my head hurt and I’m groaning, burying my face in the pillow Hotch had previously slept on. The phones ring till they stop and I count to four before both start ringing again, ruining the peace this almost domestic moment.

I’m smacking the bed in faint protest before wriggling over to the nearest phone and answering, “Yeah?”

No one speaks for a second before I recognise JJ clearing her throat, “We need you in, we’ve got a case.” There’s amusement in her tone that has me frowning before my heart drops for the second time this morning.

“JJ…” I pause, swallowing thickly, “This is Hotch’s phone, isn’t it?” I groan, turning my head to look at the bedside table to see my phone sitting there, “Oh god!”

��I won’t say a word,” She pauses and I hear her stifle a small laugh, I won’t tell if you tell me all about it on girls night.”

“Deal.” I reluctantly agree before hanging up and throwing Hotch’s phone somewhere on the bed.

I climb out of bed, feeling the cool air against my skin as I pad to the bathroom, wearing nothing but Hotch’s button up I throw on haphazardly, not bothering to do it up.

Hotch stands under the shower, his silhouette obscured by the mist, like a figure emerging from a dream. The gentle stream of water traces the contours of his body, sculpting shadows and highlights that accentuate every line and sinew. Droplets cling to his skin, glistening like diamonds in the soft light filtering through the steam.

His shoulders, broad and powerful, bear the weight of countless burdens, yet in this moment, they seem almost weightless, as if the water washes away the weight of the world. The water cascades over his chest, tracing the ripple of muscle, each movement a testament to strength and resilience.

His jawline is sharp, chiseled, a portrait of determination and resolve. The water courses over it, tracing the curve of his lips, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners. There’s a vulnerability in that smile, a glimpse of the man behind the stoic facade, and it steals my breath away.

His eyes, closed in peaceful repose, are hidden from view, yet I can imagine them so clearly—deep pools of darkness, windows to a soul that has weathered storms and emerged unbroken. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and in that moment, I feel as though I can see straight into his.

Every inch of him is a study in contrasts—the strength and vulnerability, the resilience and tenderness—all wrapped up in one beautiful, complex package. And as I watch him, bathed in the gentle embrace of the water, I feel something stir within me, something deep and unspoken.

It’s as if with each droplet that falls, my heart beats a little faster, my breath catches a little tighter. In that moment, I realize just how deeply I’ve fallen for him, how every part of me longs to reach out and touch him, to pull him close and never let go.

I give in to that want, stepping towards the shower, the warm water enveloping me like a comforting embrace. With a quick motion, I shrug off his shirt, feeling the fabric slip from my skin, and I step under the water next to him. Droplets cascade over us, mingling with the steam, as I close the distance between us.

My fingers tremble as I reach out, brushing lightly up his toned bicep, tracing the contours of muscle beneath his skin. A small sound escapes him, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, as he looks down to meet my gaze. His cognac eyes soften as they meet mine, warmth and affection swirling within their depths.

His hands find my hips, fingers tracing patterns against my skin, as if mapping out the curves and contours of my body. There’s a tenderness in his touch, a gentleness that belies the strength of the man before me. With each caress, he stirs something deep within me, igniting a fire that burns brighter with each passing moment.

I feel a surge of longing, an ache that resonates deep within my soul, as his touch sends shivers coursing through me. It’s as if every nerve in my body is alight with electricity, every sense heightened by the intensity of his presence.

And then, without hesitation, he pulls me flush against him, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss. It’s a collision of desire and longing, a meeting of souls bound together by the undeniable pull of attraction. His lips are soft against mine, a gentle exploration that sets my heart ablaze.

“Can we just stay here?” I mumble, pulling away from the kiss to rest my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my cheek. I don’t care if we’re late, if I have to dry my hair before we leave, if we miss the plane. I don’t care for anything except the safety of Hotch’s strong arms wrapped around me.

“I don’t suppose the only reason you came in was to shower with me, was it?” He hooks a finger under my chin and makes me look up at him, an eyebrow raise and an amused look on his face.

“No,” I can’t help but pout, drawing a chuckle from him and he ducks down to press a kiss to my forehead, “we have a case.”

“Well,” he brushes my now wet hair from my face, “We have about an hour.”

“It takes me 45 on a good day Hotch.” I grumble and his eyes widen a little in disbelief as I’ve never told anyone where I live let alone how long it takes me to get to work until now. Until the very man I’ve been dreaming of for months is standing, very, very naked in my shower.

“Alright sweetheart, we’ll pick up some coffee on the way in.” My heart flutters at the pet name, my cheeks heating up and I’m burying my face in his muscular chest, “Sweetheart?”

“What happens when we enter the office?” I mumble against his chest.

“Nothing has to change.”

“Nothing has to change?”

“I promise”

Criminal Minds Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

@guacam011y @rosaliedepp @kajjaka

[brideofcthulhu10]

I promised you guys I'd whittle something out before the end of the day! (Currently its 11:30 here, so I made my deadline lol) So here's a bit of drama and fluff. Every couple fights, even vampires, but the most important thing is to take responsibility for your actions and communicate. With that in mind, I give you: 

Lost Boys Make Their Fem!S/O Cry During a Fight

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Themes, Possible Triggers, Topics of Physical and Verbal Anger

David

David is not known to mince words in any scenario, so you can bet that means he chooses an s/o who can handle his bluntness. The same could be said for your fights. Unlike Dwayne and Paul, David rarely yells anymore. Instead he's harsh, cold, and what he says often hits very hard. He doesn't tip toe around when he's calm, you can damn well bet he isn't going to be considerate when you tick him off. He can be quite jealous at times, but often it doesn't lead to a fight. Admittedly he can be a tad petty as well, but getting genuinely enraged towards you is not as common. A spat is one thing, but a serious fight can get ugly fast. He is almost jolted when he hears a sharp breath muffled under your hand. Hell he's only ever heard you make that sound during sex, and this was definitely no time to be turned on. He'll turn around and see you with your hand over your mouth trying to hide your shame and feel ungodly levels of guilt. 

David's words are harsh, and when you turn out of the room he's still sitting there utterly flabbergasted that you had such a tearful expression. After all, you had to know he didn't mean it..right?

David will definitely sulk, he hates admitting he was wrong. Not necessarily because he thinks he's in the right for being cruel, but rather he's sure you just need space and then things will get better. He'll expect you back any day... So when you don't, he kind of goes into denial and will wait, and wait… and wait... 

The guys stopped asking about you because every time he hears your name mentioned he grows more pissed off. Eventually he explodes in a rage, which is extremely rare for David.

"So uh.. about Y/N-"

"Why isn't she back yet?! This is stupid, she should know that I don't mean it!"

"Hey, David, man why don't you go talk to Y/N? I sure if you-"

"No! If she wants to stay away, fucking fine! Good riddance!"

Truthfully he's upset. Beyond that, really. He feels awful for making you cry, he's afraid you might hate him now, but he doesn't know how to approach the situation. Apologizing is difficult, to David it's a form of defeat and a part of him doesn't want to face that it's his fault you're gone. 

Eventually he caves in after a week and a half. He misses you like crazy! The guilt gnaw at him to the point that he can't sleep, he can't think straight. Even blood begins to have a bitter taste to it. 

It'll be a late night, closer to 3 am when he just silently appears in your room. If you're asleep he'll just stand there and watch you for a moment. Mostly trying to build up enough willpower to do what he's about to. 

Expect his apology to be kind of crappy. At least, at first. It'll come off as angry, even a bit misguided just because he really hates admitting he fucked up. But when he does, it's the most sincere, heartbreaking moment of your relationship. He may have to turn away from you and shut his eyes before any tears tempt his cheeks. You can't see him like that. Tears means he's getting emotional, that means he's growing attached, and attachment… it's a weakness. When he's weak and attached, people die. 

He lost a love before because he couldn't protect her, he's lost his brothers once because he got careless and underestimated his enemy, he can't lose more. 

Once he apologizes and you come back to him, he's a bit more attached to you physically. He'll hold you from behind with his chin on your shoulder while sitting on his bike, have you sit on his lap at the hotel, even on the boardwalk he's become more open by holding your hand. He isn't ready to say the big "L" word just yet, so this is the most he can muster. Whenever he's too harsh now he'll apologize by hugging you to him. David is still scared of getting close, but he's more afraid of pushing you away from his lack of filter.

Dwayne

It takes a lot to ruffle Dwayne's feathers, so already he's not one to be careless with his words. Unfortunately once he's pushed to that point all bets are off. This usually dismissive vampire of little words becomes an eruption of rage. A lot of it is physical. He'll throw a table or punch a hole in a cement wall. He doesn't mean to scare you. When he gets that worked up he becomes unbelievably tense, almost his body's way of warning you not to push him. With fangs out, standing in the wreckage of his rage he'll pause to see you failing to hold back a mess of tears and immediately stops.

At that point he's exhausted. Rage takes a lot out of him, in the end he just feels flustered and a bit ashamed for losing his cool. The longest a fight lasts is maybe a day or two, usually you give each other space but once he's made you cry that's a different story.

Even if you started the fight he recognizes he shouldn't have done what he did. Temper or not, that's not an excuse to blow up at you. He'll be frustrated with himself for losing grasp of his emotions, and he'll probably take some time to think over his words before trying to solve the issue. It's hard to look at someone else's point of view when you're pissed off at them, he knows that better than anyone. Especially since he grew up with siblings before becoming a vampire. When he's got a good grasp on himself he'll probably try to settle things with you so that you two can get things back to normal.

"Y/N… come here, please," he'll say softly, patting the seat next to him on the couch. As soon as you do, he slings his arm around your shoulder and yanks you into his chest. He doesn't look down at you or say a word, he'll rest his chin on his fist looking straight ahead searching for the right words. If it was a mutual argument he'll explain his own point of view after apologizing for losing his temper, and when it's your turn he'll listen quietly. If it was on him, he's even more remorseful. He's reaching almost a hundred years old by now, he should know better. Truthfully he had the same issue when he was alive, but he never meant to drive you to tears. You'll both sit quietly together on the couch, Dwayne rubbing your back until you've calmed down. After all is said and done he'll tell you how much he loves you, he doesn't want to leave any negative feelings still in your heart. Relationships are a pain, he knows that, but he cares about you more than his own life. 

Paul

Oh when you two go at it the gloves are off! Paul is the most emotional of the group, so when he gets mad all he sees is red. There will be a massive amount of yelling, he may even be fighting back some tears himself. He'll get physically frustrated, punching walls, throwing furniture, kicking things over. Yes, he might get in your face, and you can definitely expect him to bare his teeth at you. Especially if you're in his face too. By now it's not scary, just even more infuriating that he's trying to make to back out using intimidation. 

When you cry it can go one of two ways. It really depends on the context of the fight.

If you started it, or it was a mutual argument he may storm off somewhere in the cave. To him crying can be a cheap tactic to make him feel guilty, so if you've done it when you've done something wrong it upsets him… even more so because he feels like crap! He hates fighting with you! You're his kitten, his babe, regardless whether or not you started the fight he feels terrible seeing you like that. He's just so damn frustrated! After mellowing out with a thick ol' stick of the devil's lettuce he'll sulk out with his hands in his pockets. If you're still there he'll plop next to you and explain why he was so ticked off. Granted, it isn't exactly eloquent the way he puts it. After all emotions are tricky, he doesn't always know how to express himself verbally. If you've already left and it's still night, he'll fly over to your place and try to settle things with you. He doesn't want to go to bed angry at you, and he definitely doesn't want you going to bed upset with him.

If the fight was started by him, or if you're genuinely upset he'll stop. Especially if your tears are from him hurting you. Then it's all love. He sets aside his temper, and pulls you into his arms. It'll take a moment for him to calm down, but it's just a plethora of tender apologies while he holds you.

"I'm sorry kitty-cat," he coaxes you, holding your head to his chest. "Don't cry, okay? I hate it when you cry." 

If you aren't emotionally drained there'll probably be a lot of make-up sex in either situation. Once you two have made up, he wants to do everything he can to be close to you. Plus, he needs a release as well. Afterwards, he'll snuggle up to you still wearily mumbling apologies under his breath. 

Marko

Anger isn't a common emotion for Marko. Well, unchecked rage that is. He can get a little irritated, but it really takes a lot for him to lose his temper. Even still it's closer to David's methods than Paul. Again it's the context. If you've done something wrong or started the fight he'll be more prone to outbursts. 

While you're screaming at him, in his face he'll just watch you silently with a blank stare. On the surface he's calm. There's not a lot of yelling, but there can be some physical rage if you really push him. Marko would punch the wall and leave a crumbling chasm in his path, reminding you what happens when he's pushed too far. Truthfully he'd never put you in harm's way, but when he gets like this it's hard for him to stifle his predatorial rage that tends to poke through the cracks. 

If he's the one who's upset with you, even if it's on him, he probably won't let on at first. While not petty, he'll seem distant from you. In public he'll yank you to him like a wolf warning others to stay away from his mate, but alone in private won't touch you as much. You may try to ace your hand on his shoulder and he'd immediately excuse himself from the room to sulk. If you really get clingy he grows even more agitated and will have very rough angry sex with you, his fangs may even come out in the process. Especially if he's jealous.

 When you cry, it sucks. During a fight, after jealous defiling, when he intimidates you, it just sucks. If you step away from him he knows he's messed up. 

Part of him doesn't want to cave in so easily to your displays of emotion, but if you're legitimately hurt by his actions he'll just let out an exasperated sigh. He may excuse himself verbally for a moment to try and gather his thoughts, or he'll sit you down and try to explain his reasons for being so enraged. If it's on him he'll carry you to the couch and hold you to him. 

"*sigh* Look.. I'm sorry for going overboard the way I did, baby girl. I shouldn't have done that…"

If you cry after sex he'll feel like an utter asshole and hold you tight to him. He'll pet your hair, rub your back, even offer to let you smack him for being such a jerk. He may try to nibble your neck over kiss you until you start to giggle then give you his signature smile.

"There she is. I'm sorry I made you so sad, baby girl."

In all honesty this isn't a common occurrence. Marko still rarely ever gets mad at you, most of the time he's very laid back. So losing his temper is a bit jarring for him as well. He's never sure what will come out when he loses his temper, which is a huge reason why he does everything he can to keep himself in check. You may be a pain in the butt sometimes, but so can he. And above all, you're his pain in the butt. He still loves you more than anything at the end of the day. 

[fart-gate]

SG1

Season 2 episode 5

"NEED"

Notes by me

- heard this episode was some good shit with lots of cough whump cough here we goooooo

- the goauld are collecting raw naquada. What do they need it for

- oh I love the pyramid ships their so cool

- *Daniel runs off recklessly*

"Wish he'd stop doing that!"

- its a cloaked lady!

- when she turns around and sees Daniel for the first time. 404 cloaked lady has stopped working

- Jack is so aggravated at Daniel for being too nice

- OKAY what the fuck dude. Get your disgusting hands off my Sam or I'll punch you in the throat

- I dont think theyre gonna listen to reason Daniel

- miners!

- Sam can sense worms??? She got worm radar ????

- "I get a weird feeling when im around tealc"

"hey who doesnt"

- ITS BREAK OUT TIME

- "lets go daniel!!"

"I'm coming!"

So innocent 😭

- shit is he dead again👀

- that must have hurt like a mother fucker yikes. Reminds me of the episode of BBC Merlin when the rockslide came down and separated him and arthur

- gurl not even a minute ago you were gonna commit suicide and now you want to take over after your dad? Make up yo damn mind

- a sarcophagus! Oh its Daniel

- NICE OUTFIT

- no glasses!Daniel

- she says she dressed him in new clothes while looking him up and down like lady what the fuck. You taking peeps at my boy? You wanna fuckin fight?

- "personal responsibility for you" basically shes saying she owns you now buddy you better run

- wait how many times has he used the sarc now? Its about 3 times I think

- "glass circles" lol

- damn theyre cracked. Makes me think how many times daniel has broken or lost his glasses and had to get new ones.

- whys she so goddamn CREEPY

- why is she so fascinated with trees my respect for her goes down with every second

- she wants to hit that and you know what? She's valid

- "youre my destiny"

"BLEHGR ......what???"

On all levels except physical, Daniel is barfing so hard right now

- also ???? Destiny??? Ok george mcfly

- this psycho: anyway so me and my mom....

daniel: can we back track for a sec I have some thoughts

- "surprisingly difficult to kill you isnt it?" You got no idea Jack smh

- "nice dress"

- sg1 as slaves is something tho 👀

- I'm laughing theyre throwing a feast for Daniel while the rest of them mine coal. Tough luck guys

- 700 years old YIKES

- "I dont think you understand what they mean to me" ❤💕❤💕❤💕❤☺❤☺❤❤❤❤☺☺☺💗💗💗

- daniel being treated like the princesses boy toy lol

- honey.......dont sleep in the sarc

- what possessed him to think that this is a good idea

- jack, tealc, and Sam update: still in the mine!

- DANIELS HAIR IS POOF

- hes LOST his marbles

- "and look!!! No glasses!!" Hes so excited

- hes getting obsessed with this thing

- 9 or 10 times in the sarc???

Jack: hes drunk as fuck

- hes definitely considering marrying her. Bro youre already married. Did you forget

- Temper!Daniel

- ok so hes totally brain washed!

- he felt out of place on earth :(. You know what? The Sarc is bringing out his deep down thoughts and feelings. Things he wouldnt ever tell anyone bc when hes in his right mind, his logic counter acts these thoughts. But his logic is gone so hes just voicing everything he normally wouldn't

- sams memories of jolinar telling her whats what with the sarc! 💪

- its taking his SOUL WHAT THE HELL

- lounging!Daniel "HI JACK!!"

- hes LOST IT FOLKS THATS IT. HES AN EMPTY VESSEL NO THOUGHTS

- kicking his little feet

- of course he wants to marry a woman he met 4 days ago

- "he cant live without me anymore" OH THIS GIRLS A BITCH. SHE DID THIS TO HIM ON PURPOSE. ALRIGHT LADY SQUARE UP SOMEONE HOLD MY BEER

- "we offer the friendship of our world"

".......well thanks"

Jack is having NONE of her shit and I wholeheartedly agree

- awkward kissing!!

- jittery!daniel

- sir that is no way to talk about your wife. So what if shes different when u get her back! So are you! People change! God not having a logic filter in your brain must be exhausting

- concerned!Sam

- ALRIGHT when you start knocking shit over on purpose its time to sit in the corner on time out

- hes having withdrawals. Didnt I already say this man has been thru Enough

- Jack literally jumps on him to hold him down. Did he crush daniels pelvis or what

- Sam is right they need to let him go thru it 😩

- how the hell did he pull fraiser all the way over him lmfao hes not that strong

- oh boy! Crazy!Daniel

- 🚨the archeologist is loose🚨

- "I know what its like" oh???? Jack has dealt with addiction????

- caretaker!jack

- this is heart breaking

- when he just hugs him. Just holds him. The acting from both of them is making me sob

- P3H826 is ready to be sg1s next mission!

- daniels okay!!!! He got thru it ✊😌

- P3R636 is the planet with the Sarc and princess dick face.

- "id like Daniel back on the team" 😤😤😤😤😤😤

- I dont care about you! Stupid bitch! Manipulative ass hat

- Daniel step away from the sarc

- clearly you have no idea what love is if you think its just keeping ppl hostage

- he literally tells her to stop using it and she IMMEDIATELY picks up a staff weapon and blows it to hell like it took zero effort to convince her

- welp! Cry all you want! Youre a dumb bitch and I hope i never see you again lol

- Let Daniel Rest 2k20

~

Whump under the cut

Daniel jackson whump: threatened, gunpoint, sore, nervous, crushed by rockslide, healed by sarc, addiction, brain washing, jittery, withdrawal, anger outbursts , passing out, hospital scene, red eyes, sweaty, pleading, restrained, losing his mind, crying, breaking down, caretaker Jack.

Jack Oniell whump: kicked, hit with staff, coughing, fight with daniel

Whole team whump: forced kneeling, dirty, tired, weak, forced to mine

No glasses!Daniel for 90% of episode

🎶listening to Happiness Is A Warm Gun from Across The Universe Soundtrack🎶 for daniels struggle with addiction

🎶listening to Gone by Bazzi🎶 for Daniel being so confident that he was fine

[gannaaymank-blog]

Oh shit I'm catching feelings again

Hey

so I know this might not be a common thing for everyone but shit, have you ever had a streak of not feeling that you're actually prideful for it? Even more prideful then reaching the 420 🔥 On Snapchat, more prideful than not wasting money, hell most of the time I feel more accomplished by not getting weighed down by the overwhelming crushingly cliche romantic feelings than I do for working out everyday for a whole month or something.
These are the stages I go through when my streak is broken.
✖️Oh this person is cool That's stage one. You meet a guy/gal or whatever the fuck you like to bone and they share the same interests as you. Totally into the geeky movies you like or 100% into watching reality tv they're The Shit™. Quality best friend material. You start texting. its cool. You hang out. It's cool. All under control.
✖️This person is my favorite so it's now stage two, and that's like wild because wow alright now this person is your fav and you're wondering why they're not talking to you at every (that every was really important okay) given moment of the day. You start having long phone calls and it's the shit it's fucking amazing you're loving it they're loving it it's all Gucci. You're now under the risk of losing all of your other friends for them because if one person says that they probably..I don't know fuckin don't brush their teeth in the morning they'll have a mouthful of your fist and not in a sexy way (news flash there isn't a sexy way) ✖️The so when are we gonna admit our undying love for each other now this shit. This shit hurts. This shit is like sterek you know it won't happen but you want it anyway. This is all your OTPs ever not happening, but you're part of said OTP. You're getting friend zoned or even sibling zoned, you're not even sure if you like the person in a romantic way but your feelings are so overwhelming you just wanna curl up in a ball and die while sniffing their hoodie or listening to their voice. IM NOT CLICHE YOU ARE OKAY? Stop coming for me oh my god I'm just writing what you're probably feeling. Maybe a little more hardcore. Thing is you're attached now and any move you make can and will knock down the fragile house of cards called a friendship that you've built over the weeks/months/years you've known each other. Thing is maybe they think you look like a troll, or that your eating habits are disturbing or that you're too clingy or too feelsy or too cold or whatever your problem might be and by then the UST (unresolved sexual tension) is practically pungent to you and anyone who knows you and god forbid it's them. So you gotta start denying it..but you can't. See when you don't really catch the feels a lot you really don't know how to act when the feels are..there. It's weird, it's ominous it's just not good for you.
✖️ The oh shit I need to rant about this. Now friend, don't be me, don't rant to the interwebs about your nonexistent relationship problems but don't just rant to any hoe friend in your group cuz we all know there are snakes in every friend group the old Taylor can't come to the phone rn so you better go to that one trust worthy friend who always keeps their mouth shut during gossip sessions and doesn't have Satan as their best friend, unless of course it's Lucifer Morningstar because he'll be more than glad to help. See, you little shit you can make your name or break it so don't go blabbering about to just anyone especially if it's about feelings and HOT FUCKING DAMN IF YOUR CRUSH IS HOT AND ALOT OF PEOPLE CRUSH ON THEM TOO CUZ DAMN B YOU JUST WRECKED YOURSELF. So you have a reliable person to talk to, alright. Good. Sit them down. Make sure they're actually interested in your love life, I have first hand experience with being the uninterested friend and I'm not even sorry. Get a person who cares about you or don't say shit okay? Let it out, not excessively, but do let it out. Now don't be too pessimistic about it or too optimistic either you cocky asshole. Filter your thoughts a bit don't tell your friends about your sexual fantasies because ew.
✖️ admitting it to the person So I've never went that far for many many reasons. I'm not the most attractive and I have issues okay. But if you do get that far kudos dude you get an imaginary gold star from a guy on the internet yay you. I'd actually like to hear what happens after you do that, but from my extended knowledge of highschool au fan fictions you'll have a happy few weeks then get cheated on but then get back together then WHAM! happy ever after. You are fucking welcome foR this blogpost S.

[totallytubulargirl]

Ok so not turtle related but since I'm a baby blog I want you to get a feel for my writing style. This is a friend fic I wrote.

BRIDGE TO ROADHOUSE #Jeren Joe had been pushing Keren to go to this party all night. She didn't know what to feel about him. He was a total flirt and she knew that this was just standard for him. At the same time, though, he kept looking at her with this look she had never seen before. It was the kind of look that every girl longed for. It was "the" look. She sighed. "So are you going to go?" He asked. She smiled, trying to cover it up. "Yes, I told you a million times." He ran off. "Don't change your mind!" He yelled back. She continued with her night, not being able to shake the thought of hanging out with him. Keren began to sweep the front as the restaurant slowed down for the night. Joe walked towards her. "Hey give me your number so I can text you." She chuckled. "Calm down." He smiled "I mean so I can text you to pick you up." She gave him each digit one by one. "There." "Alright." He said. "Text you in a bit." He walked out the door. She sighed again. "Girl." Said Brie, suddenly interrupting her thoughts. "You have got it bad." Keren tried to laugh her coworker off. "What're you talking about?" "Oh you know what I'm talking about." Brie crossed her arms. Brie had always been good at identifying these kinds of things. She could smell blood in the water from a mile away. "No, I really don't." Said Keren trying to avoid the subject. "Alright." Replied Brie. "Whatever." She walked off and Keren felt stupid for letting her emotions show so obviously. They finished closing procedures and shut down for the night. Keren grabbed her purse from the back, not checking her phone right away in an effort to seem nonchalant. But it was killing her. Finally after clocking out and leaving the restaurant she grabbed her phone from her purse. Hey. Read Joes text. What's up. She smiled. She couldn't help but smiling. Brie was right, she had it bad. It's not like she wanted to be his girlfriend, she really didn't know what she wanted. She wanted to have a romantic evening, just one, but knew Joe would never go for that. He was a gentleman and she knew he would want more then just one night. Keren decided not to reply until she got home. Just got home. She replied once she arrived at her house. Cool. He responded. So when am I picking you up. Let me get dressed. She said. She pondered, wondering whether she should wear something nice or something casual. She decided on yoga pants and a sweatshirt. It was sexy but simple. Alright I'm ready. She texted back. Once He finally found her house, Keren tried not to run outside. She walked slowly towards his bright red truck. Joe came out to open the passenger door for her. "Thanks." She smiled sheepishly. She got in and he closed the door. Joe jumped in the truck. "Hey girl, what's up?" He asked. "Nothing." She laughed. "Just going to this lame party." He smiled. "Oh lame huh?" Keren laughed. She couldn't keep her smile under control around him. "Yeah lame." She heard bottles clinking around in the backseat as he drove down the road. She turned back to look at what the noise was and saw a 12 pack of angry orchard in the seat. "Can I have one?" She asked. He chuckled. "Yeah I bought it for you." Keren vaguely remembered telling him a week back her favorite beer. "You remembered!" She reached for one and popped it open. She brought the bottle to her lips and tilted it back, chugging until the liquid in the bottle was completely obliterated. She looked over to joe who had wide eyes. "Whoa." He said, shocked. Keren just shrugged her shoulders. She opened another one. They drove for 20 minutes before reaching the party. Those 2 beers began to sink in. She giggled, cutting the silence in between them. "Bro," she said. "Grab me another one or nahh?" He opened her a third beer. "Feeling it?" He asked. She smiled. "Yeah you are." He said replying for her. Keren felt loose, not quite drunk but loose. She watched joe grab his 12 pack and walk off. She looked around, realizing they were way out of town. The trees towered over her in the moonlight, creating a creepy atmosphere. She ran towards him. "Wait for me." She grabbed his hand, "Don't lose me ok?" He looked at their hands, intertwined, realizing she was really scared. "Alright." He said. They walked towards the fire, together. When they finally reached it she let go. He was surprised and didn't like how cold the emptiness in his palm felt. "Hey bro!" Said one of his friends. He was lost for the next 30 minutes, just hanging around, drinking, enjoying the party. Keren walked up to him. "Hey, I'm leaving." she said. "What with who?" He asked "Just some friends I found here." They went to shake hands and he lingered, they both expected something more to happen. She looked at him waiting, but nothing. She waved goodbye and started to walk away. She was halfway down the road when he yelled after her. "Wait!" He ran after her. "Don't leave?" She looked at his hopeful face. She thought about it, feeling bad about leaving him. "Alright." She said. Joe lit up a cigarette. "Let's hang back a little." He said, bringing the filter to his lips. Keren watched him huff out the smoke. They sat down digging their feet in the sand. The moonlight was hitting her face at the just the right angle, making her glow. Joe bit his bottom lip. "What?" She asked. "What?" He mimicked her. "Well stop looking at me like that." She shivered. "Cold?" "Yeah." Joe slowly wrapped his arm around her. She scooted in closer. Her head rest gently against his shoulder, and he was grateful for the silence. She picked her head up, "Do you ever-" she stopped. "Nothing." She put her head down. "Yeah, I think about you." He took a slow puff of his cigarette. She looked surprised. She turned to look at him and their eyes met. He looked down, ready for what was about to happen. She could smell the mint and nicotine on his breath, and his lips felt so close to hers. "Hey!" Yelled Sami, one of the servers they worked with. They both turned their heads. "Woah." She stopped in her tracks. "I was just, uh, looking for for Jordie." Keren turned her head towards the lake. Joe scratched his head. "Uh, I think he's with Shultz." "Alright." She said. She walked away. Joe coughed. "What time is it?" Asked Keren. It must be late, and after what had just happened she just wanted to go home. "I think I should go home." Joe tensed up and scrunched his eyebrows. "It's only 1." She tried to come up with an excuse, but she sat in the sand unable to come up with Anything. He stared at her with hopeful eyes. She just needed this awkward night to be over. "Alright I'll take you home." She felt guilty. She grabbed his arm as he stood up. "No." She protested. "I think I'll stay actually." He smiled and sat down. "Oh so you just lied right now?" She laughed. "I guess if you want to think of it like that." Joe disappeared for a few minutes as he ran to his car to look for blankets. He returned with three. After that, They continued talking, for what felt like hours. They gazed at the stars and soon fell asleep. ➖❤️➖ The sun crawled up from its deep slumber as Keren slowly opened her eyes. The wind was softly blowing and she felt a deep chill. She turned over and felt an emptiness. What the heck!? She thought. She groaned out loud. "I can't believe it I'm so stupid!" She put one of the blankets over her face and muffled her screams. Joe came in from a pathway in the woods. "You ok?" He asked. Keren stopped mid-scream. She threw the blanket off of her face. "Um, yeah." She said cautiously. "Where'd you go?" He had two coffee cups in hand. "I grabbed some coffee, it took me about an hour to find a gas station but I found it." She smiled as he handed her the small paper cup. She happily sipped at the warm liquid that deeply contrasted the chilling environment around her. She looked over at him, and watched his blue eyes glisten with appreciation for the warmth as well. They wrapped themselves with the blankets and watched the sunrise. "My mom is probably so mad at me." She said to him. "You'll be fine." He said. "Do you wanna go home?" She pondered the question. She didn't want to give the sunrise and gas station coffee up. But she had too. "I think I should." She replied. They finished their coffee and packed up. They walked down the dusty pathway and out of the woods. They saw a post-apocalyptic scene of bodies strewn across the grass. Barely awake drunk people crawling to the nearest ditch to throw up. "Yikes." Joe said. They hopped in his car and he turned it on.