#couldnt lie to. the only person who saw the other.

[iwantabatlleaxe]

"We were never seen as people to our Gods, were we?

You were a tyrant who shared his power;

And I, a bhaalspawn who couldn't kill."

Bro???? I was writing about Gortash and Durge never being truly seen, but I either write two lines like I just did or a whole essay so Ill just. stop now

[lanayrutower]

i'm about to throw hands with this yt poll.

this is the zelda version of that twitter butch post to me.

[cherllyio]

Ao Lie and Macaque would have a very interesting dynamic because of their past with Wukong

Think about it!

On one side we got Macaque, who never saw Wukong grow as a person, and become better.

While on the other side we got Ao Lie, who didnt see anything but Wukong evolve as a person on their JTTW.

And on top of that: There is even a chance they will met in future seasons!

As i talked about here, Macaque ending up in The Underworld in the next season is a really big possibilty. And since Ao Lie, based on very popular theories, is trapped in the scroll, IN THE UNDERWORLD, Macaque will be the only one in the main cast, able to free him.

And when that happens, a lot of misunderstandings could also finally be cleared out between Macaque and Wukong.

Because while Macaque, thought Wukong hated him and never wanted to see him again, after their fight and Wukong went on The JTTW, that couldnt be further from the truth.

They care so much for eachother, and you just dont stop caring for someone, thats acutally really hard.

And- Ao Lie would know that. He would know that Wukong never stopped caring/ missing Macaque, which would lead to a conversation like this:

Macaque: As soon as he went on that stupid Journey with you guys, he happily forgot about me, and left me in the shadows. Ao Lie: Honey- he didnt talk about anything BUT you. (It was sweet, but also incredbly annoying).

[heartfullofleeches]

[brief mentions of non-consensual touching]

I kinda wanna flesh out yan cheater and "cheater" reader more. Fuel up the angst. I'm thinking high school sweethearts who promised to be each other's first as they went off to college. Yan sees the whole thing with reader with another person and goes to a friend for comfort. The friend sees this as an opportunity to tear the two apart as Yan was previously going to join their band instead of a straight shot to college. A few drinks down they're kissing the first person who makes eye contact with them at the party, forgetting all about their woes and promises - and skipping town without closure or a proper goodbye to their lover.

Couple years down the line and they're now a big shot - carrying little resemblance of the person they once were. Shows sold out in every venue and a different fan on their lap every night. They all have some feature that reminds Yan of their former flame which they muddle over to the very day their paths cross again.

Their latest tour leads them to a familiar place. A town where nothing ever happened and everything stayed the same. They learn their ex is still working hard for their degree and takes night shifts at a nearby gas station. The tension is thick from the moment they walk in. They didn't even want to be there, but it was the only station in close proximity. What do you even say to someone who's caused so much heart break after all this time?

"That'll be 21.10... Cash or credit?"

That's it.... After everything you put them through. After all those nights they spent crying over you - and craving your warmth in their bed. The future that you pictured together. The life you dream of in each other's arms. You tarnished what little hope they had - and that's all you could say to them...

"A "how've you been?" would've been nice...."

"I have nothing to say to the person who abandoned me. Can't even say that much since you hardly remind me of them."

Really classy from the one who caused this mess in the first place.

"Don't act like you're free of any guilt in this... I saw you with them that day... You seemed a lot more cozy with that stranger than you ever did with me."

"Stranger, what are you...." Your eyes dart around the room as the gears in your head click. Pulling out your phone, you fight back tears as you show them a picture of that stranger. "Is this who you're talking about?...."

Please say no....

They scoff. "So you do know who I'm talking about. You still together or did you run off with someone else same as you did me?"

The sadness and pain just... vanishes. All these years, you thought you had been the problem. Made to many promises. Loved then too much or too little. From what it seemed like now - they were the one who never loved you enough.

"That's my cousin....."

They didn't hear you - they couldn't. Couldnt acknowledge that maybe...

"What?"

"That's my fucking cousin, asshole."

Everything they ever believed was the painstaking truth - was a only a cruel misunderstanding.

"We hadn't seen each other's since we were kids. Their mom had just died... I tried calling you when I got home, but you weren't there. Did you seriously think I cheated on you? And you just ran away?..."

"I....you...." Were their everything. When they saw you that night the pressure of every problem weighting down on them finally snapped. They couldn't think rationally at that time - if only if they'd put the faith in you they always prided themself in having.

"You coward...." You throw their change across the counter, adding issult to injury as you point for the door.

"Get out of my store. Get out of my life."

"Y/n, wait..please."

"I said... GET OUT!"

The foundation of their new self crumbles. After your alleged betrayal they rebuilt themselves from the ground up as an overconfident, self serving individual, but like everything else to this point - it was all a lie. There were always those days they wondered "what if". What if they had stayed. What if they had tried to fix what had broken in your relationship. Knowing the truth, those fantasies return with vengeance. The truth would've came sooner and the wounds to mend would have been lesser. You'd talk over the miscommunication and they'd apologize fully by taking you out to your favorite restaurant. You'd start school together the upcoming fall. You'd kiss and make love and enjoy fleeting youth as one. There'd always be rough patches, but in the end you always had each other.

That's how things should have been.

They spiral - crawling to the closest bar to relinquish their pain the only way they knew how beyond finding someone new to bed. The thought of sleeping with anyone that wasn't you made them nearly lose the alcohol poisoning their system. Had you been dating since then? Had you given yourself to someone? Did they make you feel loved and saved - just as they should've

By the end of the night they wound up too drunk to even stand on their own feet. The bartender asked for a number to call to have someone pick them up. They gave the only number they could remember after all these years - and intoxicated.

The drive to their hotel room is quiet. You had nothing to say while they had the world - but none of it was anything you wanted to hear. You just wanted this night to be over so you could go back to forgetting they ever existed.

You help them into their room and give them some water from the sink. Despite everything they've done, you didn't have the heart to leave them like they did you.

"Drink. You need to flush out your system. You'll probably have a headache in the morning, but that's none of my concern."

".....how many people have you slept with, Y/n?"

You place the cup on the nightstand. "This isn't the type of conversation we should have right now."

"Have you been with anyone - or are you still waiting for that special person? I've done a lot of shit I'm not proud of, but at least they've given me experience. I can make your first the best. I can make love to you better than anyone. I already know you better than they do...."

Their hands creep around your waist, hugging your midsection same as they use to on school nights when their parents forbade guests - and you crawled through their window anyway. They always held you like you meant the universe to them. You still do.

Their lips gloss over your exposed stomach as your shirt crawls upwards, heavy tears staining your skin. "Just one night. That's all I need to prove myself to you. We were made for each other. Let's forget about the past for one night and pick up where we left off. A promise is still a promise - even if it's broken.

Their fingers dip below your waistband. You immediately shove them off you and to the floor. "Are you fucking insane?! You can't forget something like what you put me through. I've been so afraid of connecting with anyone because I'm scared they'd just run off like you did. I'm finally becoming me again- and I won't let you take that back from me. Don't call me."

The door slams as you storm out - reverberations their sole companion in their misery. This is the same thing they did to you. They deserve to be alone, to suffer - but they can't. It'll kill them. They can't live without you...and soon enough you won't be to live without them. You're soulmates, meant to be. They have power now - influence. They can support you however you need-

And destory everything that gets in the way of your happy ending.

[bellawoso]

girls

aitana bonmati x fem!reader

desc: kinda implicit smut but not much, still rated 16+ please!! also kinda short - im sorry its exam season and im dying 😭😭

aitana knew from a young age that she was into girls, when her highschool friends spent their free time talking about boys, she could never find it in herself to involve herself in the conversation. not many people knew about her sexuality, only ona and keira had a slight idea of it, after seeing aitana go home with a woman on one of the team night outs. if anyone asked aitana about her sexuality, she wouldnt lie, she would tell them confidentially that she was a lesbian, she wasnt ashamed of who she was after all.

the reason why hardly anyone knew, was that aitana didnt do relationships. most people on the team already knew that, aitana prioritised football over everything especially after 2023 ended, and as the awards kept stacking up, her winning mentality only increased, she put all of her time into making herself better.

that didnt make the spaniard inexperienced in the sexual aspects, and was never one to turn down a woman at the bar, but aitana preferred to skip the flirting, and get out of the club as soon as possible, especially before someone like mapi saw, who aitana knew would tease her all day at training.

however, since you joined the team, aitana didnt care about mapi seeing anymore, and instead focused on trying to not let you see, aitana wasnt sure why she was so against the idea of you knowing she was going home with another woman. but each time the midfielder spotted you sat down, laughing with your fellow lionesses at the table, the midfielder couldnt help but feel guilty as she let the other woman tug her towards the door.

as aitanas hookups increased, so did the pit of betrayal at the bottom of her stomach. but after one night, when thoughts of you plagued her mind as a girl that she didnt even know the name of came undone on her fingers, she knew she had to stop. normally, aitana lasted a few rounds, however this time her skills in the bedroom couldnt change her hookups mind, as aitana did the walk of shame out of this girls house after accidentally moaning your name as she came.

aitana did stop though, nearing around 4 months without a single girl, however the longer the period of time she spent without anyone, the more time she spent daydreaming of you. the main issue was that aitana was hardly even friends with you, sure the two of you had chemistry on the pitch, but off the pitch, the spaniard had no idea about you. aitana could just go on google or youtube to find out some facts about you and watch your interviews (which she had already done) however, anyone could find this out about you, aitana wanted to know things that the internet didnt. and to do that, she needed to try talk to you.

———

aitana liked to think of herself as a confident person, it took a lot of courage to heartlessly tell someone that they are nothing more than a hookup, but aitana hadnt thought about the fact that she had never had to see those women again. if you rejected her, then aitana would still have to see you each day at training, and she didnt think she could live with the embarrassment and awkwardness of that.

so she decided to first ask you to get a coffee with her after training, she knew lucy had brought you to training, so she could give you a lift back as well. aitanas plan was to befriend you first, and then try figure out if you reciprocated her feelings or not.

so when aitana decided she would offer to spot you, she didnt anticipate her body freezing up with nerves as she was about to ask you, which unluckily happened at the same time you failed your rep and actually needed aitanas help.

due to your intense sets, you were breathing unevenly as you tried to get aitanas attention, except gasping out “tana” didnt help the brunette anymore. instead her face blushed crimson, the spaniards pent up neediness for an orgasm from somebody other than herself was getting to her, and her mind couldnt help but think of how good you sounded saying her name.

her short daze was broken by you once again saying her name, as she quickly took the bar off you, repeating “lo siento” as you still gasped for air. when you grabbed onto the brunettes bicep for support, struggling to hold your self up after having your oxygen supply restricted for too long. you couldnt help but notice the muscle flexing unconsciously below your fingertips, which only seemed to make you feel more lightheaded.

“dios mio aitana, are you trying to kill me?” you wheezed out with a raspy chuckle, only to be met with silence from the midfielder and her holding up your water bottle to you. “you know im not mad at you, right tana?” you asked the spaniard, uncomfortable at the thought of her thinking your mad at her. “si, yes i know y/n, are you sure your okay?” she asked, as she gathered the courage to start rubbing comforting circles on your back. only when ona came up to the two of you, asking the both of you what happened accompanied with a knowing glance shot at aitana, did her hand stop rubbing circles on your back. the brunette instead let her hand fall, so it rested dangerously low on your lower back, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

you decided to call off your gym session early, you couldnt keep aitana off your mind, and your back still tingled where her hand had once rested. aitana decided to accompany you and drive you home, claiming she “owed it to you” after almost ending your life. despite the girls actual reason to take you home being she wanted to build her friendship with you, you suspected the midfielder just felt bad. never once did it cross your mind to ask what it was that had aitana so distracted during your workout.

———

your apartment was a 10 minute drive from the training grounds, however aitana had decided to take a detour, claiming that it would be faster due to the bad traffic in barcelona. however, after almost 45 minutes in the car, you were beginning to get tired, you were having a great conversation with the brunette who currently had one hand resting on the steering wheel, expertly navigating round the quieter streets of barcelona. as you looked over at the midfielder, you couldnt help but admire her side profile, and the way her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tried to remember the route.

a quick glance at the street you were currently at, on the map displayed by the screen of her car, had you internally groaning in frustration as you realised you were still half an hour away from your apartment.

“aita, are we almost there? im tired” you asked the midfielder, who now had a look of shock and suprise on her face.

aitana hadnt even realised how long she had been in the car with you for, she only meant to detour and make the route 10 minutes longer, not an hour. even the detour was only so she had enough time to build her courage to ask you out for a coffee.

“oh- yeah almost y/n! uhhh- like, another.. 30 minutes?” she said sheepishly, before quickly rushing out “¿Te gustaría tomar un café conmigo mañana?”

“aita, i dont speak spanish remember? especially not at the speed you just spoke at!” you said with a laugh.

fuck. aitana thought. although she had managed to ask you out, her nervous state had completely forgot to translate it into english so that you would understand. her adrenaline of asking you was wearing off, and she felt her previous nerves almost skyrocket at the thought of having to ask you again, especially now your full attention was on her.

“uhhh- get a coffee with me? i mean- uh, would you like to? to get a coffee with me? its fine if not- uh, it can just be as friends? if we are friends that is! its fine if-“ until aitanas state of rambling was cut off by you who although found her flustered state very amusing, was starting to feel pity for the spaniard who was struggling to even form a sentence at this point.

“i would love to aitana, its a date!”

“it is?” the midfielder said, receiving an encouraging nod from you, “it is!” she said more excited now, making you laugh at her excitement.

———

to other people, it would probably look like aitana had been stood up, but in reality, she had just decided to arrive at the coffee shop an hour early to hopefully have a coffee or two before you came, and prepare herself in hope to not embarrass herself too much in front of you.

the coffee shop she had chosen was one she had been to for years, it was relatively popular amongst locals, and was a small, cozy, family owned business, that aitana had grown to love.

as soon as you walked in the shop aitana requested to meet you at, you were met with aromas of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries, you scanned the shop for the midfielder you had grown to love, and saw her sat at a window seat, with an empty mug infront of her.

“i didnt get the time wrong did i?” you asked her, glancing at her empty cup.

“no, no- i got here early” the brunette reassured, and outstretched her arms for a welcoming hug which you quickly accepted, the midfielder wrapped her arms around you, not wasting the opportunity to have you as close as possible. equally, you werent going to pass up the chance to have aitanas arms wrapped around you, especially as they were what you spent most of your gym time admiring as you did your weights, much to esmees amusement and annoyance, who was your usual gym partner.

as you pulled apart and sat down, aitana decided to go and order the both of you another coffee, coming back with two cinnamon lattes, your eyes widening in surprise as you realise she remembered your favourite drink that you mentioned during your rambling in the car yesterday.

the date went well, and much better than aitana expected, she managed to not embarrass herself at all, and left the date with a smudge of your lipstick on her cheek where you had kissed her goodbye, that she knew she would probably cry about when she had to wipe it off later.

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comments:

aitanabonmati: are we even yet?

-> youruser: i think i might need a few more coffees…

lucybronze: are we even surprised??

-> youruser: i think i could say the same about you and a certain brunette defender on the team..

user1: guapaaaass

user2: are they together?!!!

user3: princess of england, and the princess of spain ❤️💙

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[i-cant-sing]

Just thinking about Yandere Todoroki clan and reader's random moments.

Reader coming home after a particularly bad day, but poor girl cant even cry or complain without everyone immediately overreacting and pulling you out of school/college or even keeping you from going out at all. So now, reader has to either cry in self pity before she enters her home, wipe her tears and fix herself just enough to show that she hadnt just bawled her eyes out moments ago. That, or do the more risky thing and go home, go to your room and cry under the covers, but then theres always the chance of Rei or the others walking in on you any moment.

Also thinking about baby/toddler reader being sick, just a common cold or flu, nothing major. But with reader whining and being so young, the family's infantalisation goes through the roof and theyd treat you as if you were immunocompromised. I wont lie, but I think Rei is almost kinda... glad when you get sick? She enjoys you being dependant on her for the most things, even when you grow up and are able to handle a cold, she still deludes herself into thinking that you need mommy to come and help you.

I think the one person who is most affected by reader getting sick, no matter what age, is Enji. The man just cant help but view you as a fragile, starving Victorian child the moment you fall ill. In his eyes, even a harsh blow of air is too much for a fragile thing like you, let alone something as bad as the flu. He just- he's holding toddler reader in his arms, who snuggles into his warm body, your tiny nose pink and he cant get the image of you crying and vomiting and being oh so feverish- thats just way too much for your small body. Oh how he almost cried when he took you to the doctor for a shot and you clung to him, trying to bury yourself into him as you begged him to make you feel better, cried to him that you didnt want to get the "big scary needle!" He just had to hold you there in his firm grip as you writhed, had to look away when you looked at him and he saw the feeling of betrayal in your eyes, had to keep himself from not strangling the fucking doctor for not being careful, had to walk out of the clinic and hand you to Rei because he couldnt hear you cry anymore, had to have Rei console both you and Enji (assuring him that "no, Enji. Y/n doesnt resent you for making her get a shot.") and he couldnt even sleep a wink that night because he was standing by your bed, holding your tiny hand with his pinky as a tear finally slipped out of his eye.

ALSO thinking about adult reader going out of the house to meet up with friends, except shes meeting up with them at a club instead of at their house like she told Enji and Rei, and now shes standing outside, abandoned by said friends, and shes now running because a group of pervy men are chasing her and she doesnt know who to call, so she just speed dials Shotou, except someone just changed all your speed dials to one number, and you think youre doomed when Shotou doesnt say a word to you and just hangs up when within minutes, someone comes in front of you-

"Dabi?" He tells you to cover your ears and look away, and you know well by know what that means, so you obey, feeling a bit regretful as those men begin to scream in agony. You dont know how long its been until Dabi pulls your hands away and examines your wounds. He lets you crash into his chest as you sob, and this time, Dabi simply decides to take you home quietly without a lecture.

Hmmm, also thinking about Natsuo who is usually cool as a cucumber, the most normal being in the family, except for his very rare episodes of unbridled rage where he suddenly becomes the Hulk. Good thing for you is that this anger is never directed towards you, rather towards people who actively threaten your life (except Rei cause she gets to play "Im your mom who became mentally unstable because of your abusive dad") The only time NAtsuo is stern with you is when it comes to your health. He's just looking at you with those strict eyes when you refuse to take your multivitamins, or dont want to get a flu shot, or try to make up an excuse so that he cant check your vitals. And when he just grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit down so that he can do his checkup, its in those moments that you realise just how strong your brother is... and how easy it may be for him to overpower you and sedate you if he ever followed through Rei's threats.

[merrysithmas]

If pressed to choose, who do you think Anakin would choose between Obi-Wan and Padmé? Do you think that choice would change depending on the circumstances?

Hands down Obi-wan. Even if you don't ship them, even platonically this is pretty much canon.

And I say this because that's literally WHAT he was doing by remaining in the Jedi Order (which he had severe issues with). Sure, Anakin loved the heroism and was beholden to the promise made to his mother that he would remain in the Order. And yes, he truly was a good person who valued doing good and his Jedi training -- however, it is undeniable that interwoven in ALL those things was... Obi-wan.

Obi-wan who was his cogeneral in the Clone Wars, the two of them side-by-side known as the faces of the Front.

Obi-wan who promised to train him so he could fulfill his mother's wish.

Obi-wan who seemed to so easily exemplify the great Jedi mediators he knew he could never be.

Obi-wan who was essentially Anakin's walking-talking moral compass.

Anakin didn't leave, despite his marriage, despite his children, despite his deepening disgust with the Order because of Obi-wan (and Ahsoka).

Anakin loved being a Jedi but what he loved more was being a Jedi with his Jedi family (Obi and Soka).

This was a major source of mental contention for him - choosing between these two "families" he created in equal but opposite worlds. His marriage to Padme, who was directly linked to his mother's death (she was the only one who knew he murdered the Tuskens, so the only one he felt forgiveness with) and so he refused to let go of her. He saw Padme as a Judge of the moral fortitude of his curated jedi knight Image. If Padme, stalwart guardian of the lawful Senate, forgave him for this atrocious crime - then surely he wasn't a monster.

And on the other hand was his "marriage" to Obi-wan, an uncommon war-borne partnership resulting in the Padawan they both trained and the war they bore on their backs. Their closeness was highly unusual for the Order - but the Order couldnt do much about it given their reliance on them as generals and the chaotic state of the Republic. A lot of oversight seems to have fallen away, and I'm sure a part of all those on the Front felt closer to their compatriots and the clones than the Council comfortable in Coruscant, as they trudged tirelessly and endlessly through distant worlds fighting tooth and nail in the trenches.

If pressed to choose, which he essentially was (and Sidious manipulated his years-long strife) he would pick Obi-wan. He proved this by not leaving - even though by all accounts he should have and simply started his own Order. Something was keeping him there and it wasn't just the war or the heroics - Anakin couldn't leave Obi-wan.

There are numerous instances of your exact question in canon such as in Stover's novel where Anakin ponders if he loves Obiwan "more than his wife" at Sidious' pressing. Also the Son on Mortis revealing himself in the image of Anakin's mother Shmi and saying that Padme was not his true love but essentially a lie -- a pretty damn harsh summation put to screen if you ask me.

Anakin struggled with the choice between Obi-wan and Padme (and what they represented) for YEARS til the very end at Mustafar, when finally, at his mental breaking point - he chose himself.

And Sidious was counting on that.

[haolovre]

secrets hidden in you

“they all say that park seonghwa, the most popular and dangerous person in the school doesnt have a heart, does he?”

student! ateez

this series can contain:bullying, beating up, blood, fluff, drugs, smoking, swearing

this is all fiction! nothing is real!!

masterlist of this serie

second day

U get woken up by ur alarm, as u growl u got up and went to the bathroom room. u check the clock 7:30 AM. Well u have enough time. U brush ur teeth and shower. then u check the clock 8:00 AM u put your clothes on and went down to eat breakfast. “Honey i made pancakes! U should go at 8:30 so hurry abit before u miss the bus” “mhm alright mom thanks!”

u ate ur breakfast and went to the bus stop. as u were right on time the schoolbus was there. u went to the school bus to see ateez only in the bus. u went to sit in the front as ateez was sitting in the back. “Hey new girl, wanna sit with us” a male voice said. thank goodness u had ur headphones on so u could pretend u couldnt hear them. U heard footsteps coming at u, then ur headphones were taking of “hey! what the fuck was that for” “oh~ so u were listening to music, thats why u didnt answer my question” u looked up who u were talking to.

choi jungho-

“oh im sorry, but my music is pretty loud so i didnt hear u” “ohh~” he smirked “excuses , excuses, excuses. dont have to lie to me” he put your headphones on. He was quite shocked at the music u checked ur phone. now playing: guerilla - halateez. Know u get why he was shocked. He drew the headphones on ur lap and went back to the group. As u were finally at school (well not finally but yk) u thanked the driver and went to the gates to be greeted by sooha. “Heyy girly well haeyoung is sick sadly. People saw newjeans put something in her waterbottle” “naur way poor her hopefully she gets better” u signed “well u still have me! And great news the cheer club had accepted u!!” “oh my days ur kidding” “im not~ well we both have the same classes but the training is today at 5:00 pm u’ll get ur uniform there so dont worry! And the coach is amazing so no stress” mhm alright u said to urself “well maybe lets get going will be late if we keep standing here.” “Alright lets get going. Literature it is” sooha said sadly. U two went to literature, yeahyeah boring stuff we’ll skip that part. “Well we have self study now so lets-“ sooha got interrupted by something.. well poor u got ice bucketed by newjeans and ateez. u heard them laughing “oh my days lets go to the medic before u catch a cold” sooha took ur arm and ran to the medic but got stopped by a male figure. “Well i can bring her” he smiled as u looked up who it was.

kang yeosang.

“No. U did this to her-“ as yeosang picked u up and threw soohas arm off urs. as he walked to the clinic. “Yeosang u better not do anything to her” sooha screamed to him “yeahyeah ill take care of her dont worry” he responded looking at u with a caring smile. As the school doctor looked at u and gave u a new uniform so u’ll not catch a cold. “Thank u yeosang for bringing her. I was scared for her that she’ll actually catch a cold” he softly laughed “mhm its oke ms hwang” u came out thanked the doctor and went out. “Wait ur not going to thank me i literally brought u here” u stared at him “u did it for ur reputation.” As u walked off u see the ateez and newjeans looking at u and yeosang. U went to the library to see sooha by herself doing the biology assignment. “ oh there u are! I was worried . did yeosang do anything to you?” She sounded a worried mother “no no he did nothing, just brought me so his reputation is high” “ew that player, well im working on my assignment so maybe do urs too” “mhm alright, weres beomgyu?” “Oh he has a other lesson then us.” Great ur only partner is park seonghwa “oh well im not doing it with seonghwa” “did u call my name?”

u looked to see seonghwa and yeosang at the entrance of the library. “Thank god i could get out of that group, minji keeps clinging on me like a fly” seonghwa said now walking to u “well we should work on the project, no?” “Yeah alright move a chair here so u can sit” as seonghwa went to get a chair, yeosang came up too u “ heard u were the new cheerleader well be cheering for me and seonghwa yeah?” u looked at him as u wanted him dead “gosh im joking comeon” as seonghwa came back with two chairs so yeosang could sit too. U and seonghwa were doing pretty well on the poster. As u never thought that seonghwa could be helpful. But then the bell went. “Oh well its best me and yeo get going see u around y/n” as both male figures waved goodbye and left. “Well~ how did it went” sooha asked “went better then i expected def”

time skip to the end of the last class

“YN LETS GO WE NEED TO GO TO PRACTICE”this girl has energy for days😞 “alright alright! im coming” u went to the coart were the cheer coach was. “Ohh u must be the new cheer member! yn right?” u nodded” well welcome to wave cheer club! here are the uniform” it was a blue cheer uniform and the pompoms were blue with gold “ well practice start in 10 minutes!!” u look over the bleachers to see someone staring at u, but u couldn’t recognize the face as it turned away quickly.

After practice u go to ur locker seeing alot of love notes in it. U were kinda surprised seeing the fall down. U didnt want to make a mess so u quickly put them all in ur bag. Ur surprised that it all fitted in

. U go home by bus and opened every love letter. All of these letters had something common. There signed with 0304. U looking confused but said to urself u’ll read them tomorrow.

—next—

[christinalvjyy]

i loved how you wrote the fic i requested! i have another one, if you’re willing to write it :3

college student wilbur who gets turned on by a girl who can play multiple instruments, and when he meets this girl at college who plays in the band and orchestra, he asks her out on a date, and they end up fucking by the end of it <3

that’s all!!!!!

- 🎸 anon

Hello 🎸 anon! I really love this request! I am gonna switch it up just a teeny bit because I have a good idea 🤭 (BY THE WAY THIS ONE WAS WAY LONGER THAN I WANTED IT TO BE!!!) I hope you enjoy!

"You play the guitar,too?"

Cw: sexual content

College student!wilbur x instrument expert!reader

Afab!reader

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Wilbur could play instruments,and that's no lie. He'd go to every band meeting his college ever hosted and even played at a couple of shows! He loved showing his talent of playing the guitar.

One day, while he was walking to his classroom, he suddenly heard some music playing in the music room. He peeked and looked at this gorgeous girl playing the guitar as well as the drums. He could tell she was very talented and that turned him on.

The same day, the college had a little concert to celebrate the years it's been built. And as of cue, wilbur saw you. He saw you getting ready, sitting down and tuning your guitar. He felt very attracted to this beautifully talented person he just met. He knew that he had to have her. He had already liked her through the years of college, but it was one of those distant crushes.

As she was playing, he couldn't stop staring at her, that even his friends picked up on it and started teasing him. He brushed it off and started making a plan to make you his. As he was brainstorming, the concert came to an end, meaning you'd be leaving. He knew that he'd see you again tomorrow, but he just had to talk to you today.

You, on the other hand, was packing your guitar and humming a small tune, when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Your eyebrow raised as you didn't know who or why this person wanted to talk to you.

"May.. may I help you?" You asked confused.

"Ah-ah, yes.. sorry, but I'm wilbur. We are in the same art class. I couldnt help but notice how talented you are..! You play the guitar AND the drums? That's pretty impressive if I do say so myself." Wilbur flashed a charming smile at you that would make any woman swoon for him. You laughed and shrugged it off as if your talent was nothing.

"Oh,thanks. I mean, it's not that impressive, but I will take the compliment,wilbur! Thank you." You smiled as you saw how pretty he was upclose.

"Soooo... uhm, I know this is totally random and strange, but I..  im really interested in you, and I have I guess.. for a while, but now seeing you playing all these instruments makes me liking you more... uh, anyways- would you like to go on a date with me..?" Wilbur rubbed the back of his neck shyly as his cheeks turned into a hue of pink.

"You.. want to go on a date with me? I'd like that! Yeah, of course!" You laughed with excitement as you hugged him. Wilbur wasn't too fond of physical touch, but you in his arms made him love it. He hugged you back,laughing nervously.

"Okay! Okay, great! Great.. awesome! Uhh, since I didn't plan it out, where would you like to...go?" He asked sheepishly. You honestly found it cute on how nervous he was.

"We could always go to this new restaurant close to mine? How about...7pm tomorrow?" And with that, wilbur nodded.

Fast forward,  today is the day you'll go on a date. You dressed up, put on makeup and curled your hair while waiting for wilbur. Then, he knocked on your door. You opened it and saw Wilbur wearing a suit and tie, looking rather handsome.  You blushed and smiled.

"Hi,wilbur." You said as you looked at him up and down.

"Well, hello gorgeous! This dress really hugs your curves... I love it." He said as his tone was rather... hungry.

"May I come in? It's only 6pm." He added. You nodded and stepped aside.

Wilbur started looking around the house, then suddenly you spoke.

"I'll be back, I'm going to my room to grab some jewellery I forgot!" You smiled as you walked away. Wilbur bit his lip, and decided to follow you. As you entered your room,so did he, then closed the door. You turned around, looking confused, but before you could say anything, he pulled you into an aggressive kiss. Your tongues battling against eachothers. After a while you pulled away, gasping for air as his lips were now covered with your red lipstick. You panted and laughed.

"You've got a bit of..lipstick." you chuckled and so did he.

"Hey, it's fine... im going to ask for some marks with that." He smirked. He then started unbuttoning his pants quickly whilst looking at you. He swiftlt removed his cock out of his boxers, still with pants on. You tried to remove your dress swiftly, but failing miserably.  He helped you getting it off before you propped yourself on top of him on your bed. You straddled him as he held onto your hips for support. He was quite big, so you had a hard time adjusting. He started kissing your neck, leaving wet marks and a couple of hickeys too.

You started riding him slowly, letting out some low moans. Wilbur gasped and groaned as you started moving.

"Oh- oh,yeah..  that's good.. there we go..." he encouraged as he started playing with your hair while leaving a trail of kisses over your jawline and collarbone. He started licking the areas, trying to find a soft spot of yours. Then, he heard you let our a small whine.

"Bingo..." he said as he sucked the area harder as you continued to ride him. You started moving at a faster pace, and the only noise that you could hear was the skin slapping against eachother and small pants and whines. Wilbur got up and you whined at the loss of pleasure. He then brought his fingers to your wet,throbbing core.

"You want this badly, eh?" He mused in a teasing way. All you could do was nod, and by that time, two of his fingers entered your tight,wet core. You let our a cry of pleasure as you felt his fingers curling up inside you. Your moans grew louder by each second as he started moving them in and out.

"Oh,baby, you're so...tight!" Wilbur gasped as his other hand started stroking his throbbing cock. The movements were stable and he made sure both of you had pleasure. He quickened his pace and you started moaning and whining. You were a mess. Your eyes rolled back as you tilted your head to the side while gasping. You brought one hand to his hard cock, helping him as much as you can. Sooner or later, he said.

"Oh- oh y/n, I'm g-gonna fucking cum!" Wilbur gasped. You nodded with him as you felt your stomach tightening. He held it in and let you come first. Your eyes were glues shut as you let out a pornographic moan and then released. Wilbur removed his fingers from in you, and started licking them clean. You then continued stroking his cock, and by the end of it, he squirted all over. You both layed down on your bed, huffing and trying to compose yourselves.

"That was... way better than I expected..." You gasped as you gave him a small nibble on his neck.

"Oh,yeah...I agree" will nodded.

"About that date...?" You turned to look at him while smiling.

"Right, maybe.. tomorrow? For real this time." And with that, you both cuddled up and fell asleep in eachothers arms.

[acidmatze]

Eons ago when i lived in Göttingen one of my dorm mates was a giant fuckass. You would not believe. I had a tumblr at that time but never talked about him cuz i barely had an internet connection. Started lying to us from the very first second. I agreed to show him around the neighbourhood, where the stores are and how to get to work and that shit. Asked him what he did before he came here. He said he studied law. Which is a lie. You couldnt get into our rehab program if you went to Uni. At all. Guy was my nemesis. He tried to gaslight me but I parried his attempts flawlessly which pissed him off so he tried even Harder to gaslight me. He tried to gaslight another dorm mate but that too failed cuz I already prepared said dorm mate for this. Bitchass shifted his focus back to me. We would get up in the morning and think about how we can make each other's day hell. First conscious thought of the day: "How can i ruin this bitches' day?" We saw each other anywhere and walked towards each other like this is JoJo, ready to fucking rip into each other any second. He worked in my department as well! Hell! Luckily he did an internship for most of the week and i only had to endure him once a week. Ofc he decided to sit his ass right next to me immediately. Bitch! There were three empty desks! Far Far Away From Me! 8 hours of just bickering and fighting and having a pissing contest. He would get on his bike i would walk home and there immediately we would be at each other's throats. Fucker would assemble a fucking shelf at 3am in the morning, waking us all up so i skated in the hallway and threw tennis balls at his door in the afternoon when he wanted to nap. We also blasted Blue Stahli. My friends would have to hold me back like a barking dog on a leash when I saw him in the wild. It was infuriating! Literally almost every waking moment of my life was taken up by thinking about the fucker and how to make his life worse. If i could i wouldve printed his face out and threw darts at it, literally. I was nice to him in the beginning! I reached out and he spat on my hand. Unacceptable! I felt like we were constantly One honest conversation away from being friends but he kept ruining it by lying. And im like "Bitch im literally not even judging you, we are all fucked up just stop fucking lying for once!" Sometimes, very rarely, we would actually talk about something Normally but it was a slippery slide and could become another pissing contest at any second. Once he asked me about what anime i watch and actually told me what he watched (some actually interesting and obscure bullshit) so i asked him if we want to watch something together but he was like Lol no and i was like Bitch im trying to be nice to you!!! You keep approaching me and talking to me so im offering shit to you! Why Are You Like This??? I wouldve hate-fucked that guy. I Should have hate-fucked the guy. The only person in my life until then who could see eye to eye with me. I felt Challenged. I was like "Finally! A worthy enemy!" Once in a lifetime guy, still to this day. I never felt about anyone like this like I felt about that guy. I kinda miss it ngl. Someone who Could have utterly destroyed me but I could have utterly destroyed him as well. Like "Fuck that guy can see right into my soul. No one else has ever done that." Shouldve gotten together with that guy instead of the guy i was dating instead at that time. Probably still wouldve been less toxic. Simply cuz as much as we hated each other there was also some weird kind of mutual respect for each other. Man i really miss having a nemesis. Someone on the very same level as me in a very specific way that just.. pisses me off. Yet is so so satisfying.

[avfrisk]

A long time ago, couldnt find it for the life of me now, i saw this one comic that talked about how, themselves... people always liked them at first for how strange they where, something like that, but as time went on and the novelty wore off, they began to just get infuriated with them... i now see that, in a way, i've seen this happen to me... albight a bit different. lets make this clear, i am VERY mentally unstable, i dont lie about that, i've accepted that. im not normal, im pretty much unable to think normally. but im good at the barebones 'holding myself together', now as some people would know im good at making people laugh, i tend to be quick witted when it comes to humour and can keep the laugh's going alive for a long time... but then, when we actually start getting close, they begin to chip away past me only being a memelord, which is what i appear to be to most people... they begin to see how unstable i am, my mental illness, i tell them about things, my schizophrenia, the different people in my head. they occasionally see these in action, and some people, dont understand. they drift away or they just keep hardassing me until it becomes bland and im back into just being a pseudo-memelord now that i've run dry. at first, they ask questions or whatever, or are apprehensibly understanding, but as these issues pop up over time, they start to see it as a chore. no one has outright said this, but im good at deconstructing how people think, it's a gift, MANY times i've figured out EXACTLY what people are going to say or how they're going to react, rarely am i ever truly surprised. sometimes i say im surprised just to keep it going, but uh... you dont need to hear all about that, point is i can tell it's starting to become just. not worth it to them. i talk to them, 'is there something wrong? do you want me to hide these parts of myself from you?' they say no, nothing is wrong, but i feel them become more exasperated whenever anything happens regarding everything about me... and so, i stop. i type out things, then dont send them. i type entire long message's about how im mentally feeling when someone asks how i am, i ignore them, im pretty sure the person this was with at will never see this but just earlier today i think, someone asked me if i needed a hug, i said, 'i think i just need a moment to talk to you about my mental illness's without being judged and with being believed.' they never responded to that message, going on as if i never seen it. i occasionally think to talk about what the other people in me are thinking, i hear head person 1 say something (they are named, im just not exactly public about it), i hear head person 2 swearing his head off like always. i think of telling the person about it just as a funny remark... but i dont. as of right now, from the many MANY people i've seen over the year's and talked to online and everything: 3. 3 is the amount of people i've met who have let me stay how i am talking to them. those who can actually accept me. those who can 'handle' me. and im not even sure if i've properly told one of them about me before... point is, for the sake of all those like me. dont do it. if you cant handle us, dont lie, if you know beforehand and cant handle it and are just, curious or something. dont... when i finally trust you enough to open up to you. dont pretend you can do it when you know you cant. because i'll know too. i'll know.

(also thank you those who CAN handle me, and have stuck with me, you're probably the reason why i bother trying to keep myself together in the first place rather then letting myself fall.)

[vampypurplequ33n]

HAPPY 8 YEAR ANNIVERSARY SANDERS SIDESS!!

I wish I could do more for this anniversary celebration but I have to go somewhere today and probably won’t have time to draw anything special. However, this is what I have time for since sanders sides was literally one half of my childhood and I recently got back into the hyperfixation of it. I love each of these characters to death and I’ll explain each of them in detail during this post <3

Logan: He is the best “teacher” ever! I wish he got more love from the other Sides, but the fandom definitely makes up for it. He’s a sucker for Crofters, got me into that jame btw, and he helped me learn a lot of new things! During one of my classes a teacher asked if anyone knew what a “Yerkes-Dodson Curve” was and let me tell you how I raised my hand so fast…. LOGAN MY BOI WE ALL LOVE YOU😭😭

Roman: The Man, the Prince, the Legend. He is so flamboyant I love him for that. He is the embodiment of “drama queen” and he definitely deserves that title. I loved this man to D E A T H since day one. I feel like half of me is literally his personality, and since I’m also insecure it checks out pretty well! If I was forced to only draw one Side for the REST of my life, it would be Roman in a heartbeat.

Patton: HES THE BIGGEST PUFFBALL WEVE GOT IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD AND EVERY CAN AGREE HES AMAZING AND OMFG HES SO ADORABLE AND EVERY BAD THING THAT HAPPENED TO HIM THAT HE COULDNT CONTROL SHOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED AND I ONLY WISH THE BEST FOR HIM AND HE DESERVES ALL THE COOKIES IN THE WORLD OMGGGGGGGGG- Ahem, aside all that… I do love Patton! He is like the father I wish I could have, and the childhood imaginary friend you had what you were a toddler as well! I love you to bits Patton!

Virgil: He’s a fan favorite, which is understandable. A ton of people deal with anxiety, and a lot of people love the color purple. I.. am in that group but in a slightly insane level- Not the anxiety part that’s being dealt with, but the P U R P L E. He’s my favorite BECAUSE he’s purple. When he was just black I didn’t really like him THAT much, but I saw the appeal. Once he got the purple tho, I LOVED THAT MAN. He really is a big fan favorite and I understand why. Plus he’s a silly little emo gay, who doesn’t like that?

Janus: MY SASSY BOII!!! We love to see him! We all know he loves wine, we all know he definitely needs some validation, and our boy deserves a hug. We love him, and as the saying goes “She is beauty, she is grace, she will lie right to your face.” And he is also the embodiment of…. “Girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight <3” And all of this is the truth, which is definitely gonna mess with him a lil bit :3

Remus: How do you describe your love of a character without it getting to redundant? I love this fucking trashy rat man to death and nothing will change my god damn mind. HES SO SCRUNKLY I LOVE HIM!!! HE IS THE ELBODIMENT OF THE OTHER SIDE OF ME, IM BEING DEADASS RIGHT NOW. I WILL ACTUALLY KEEP RANTING AND RANTING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS GOD FORSAKEN MAN. I WILL FUCKING KILL FOR HIM (if he doesn’t do it first) His outfit, his personality, HIS FUCKING MACE. HE IS THE EMBODIMENT OF CHAOS AND I LIVE FOR IT!!

Thomas: Him. Just, Him. He deserves all the love this world can possibly give him and more. Whenever he posts is always, and I mean ALWAYS during a troubling part of my life. And he can get me through any bad days I may be having. I swear this guy knows when we are sad and posts RIGHT when that happens and it brings a chuckle to us, making the day MUCH BETTER. He is an inspiration, a goal, a dream, a PARENTAL FIGURE to most of the community and I want him to know that.

@thatsthat24 HAPPY ANNIVERSARY FOR SANDERS SIDES YOU DESERVE ALL OF THE GIFTS AND LOVE THIS COMMUNITY HAS GIVEN YOU!!!!

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Familiar Face

“What about you, kid, did you have a crush in school?” Derek asks Spencer, a natural progression considering everyone on the team had already discussed their school crushes. Even Penelope joined in from the computer screen. It‘s a long flight, they have time.

The image of you enters Spencer’s mind as soon as the question is asked.

“No, I didnt.” He answers, the picture of you seeming to grow until it envelopes all of his thoughts.

Emily raises an eyebrow. “I think someone is telling a lie!”

This peaks the entire team’s interest, all of them leaning forward in their seats, profiling him expertly in terrifying silence.

“Alright, alright! There was a girl I had feelings for!” Spencer admits defeat under the deadly gaze of his friends, who all smile in joint victory.

“Come on kid, you’ve gotta tell us more!” Derek says, already prepared to tease the genius to no end.

Spencer sighs. “She was my best friend. My only friend, actually. Nobody could really...stand to be around me, nobody my own age, back then. The only reason I wasnt mercilessly bullied was because of her, she so fiercely defended me all the time.” He laughs fondly, losing himself to thoughts of you. “She was always much smaller than me, but she was fearless. We used to play imaginary games where we were both police officers chasing bad guys; it was her who inspired me to want to pursue a career like this. Before her, the bad guys scared me. My mom loved her, and she loved my mom, they were always laughing together whenever she came over. I can distinctly remember my heart stopping when our imaginary police games got particularly dramatic and she’d grab my hand, for just a few seconds I was allowed to believe I had a chance with her.” Spencer shakes his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts and clearing his throat. “But that was a long time ago, she has most likely forgotten all about me.”

He looks down at the case file in his hands and pretends to read it while the team exchange glances. He did his best to reveal as little personal information possible about you, so that they have no way of finding you and forcing you to see him again, but he couldnt help still feeling worried.

It had been a while since Spencer had thought of you. His mind drifted to you every so often, but he only ever let himself very shallowly recall memories of you, he wouldnt dare relive them properly. But after talking about you aloud for the first time in so many years, the dam was broken, and his mind was flooded.

Not only does he recall how his heart stopped when you held his hand, he remembers the way you’d grin every time you saw him, even if you’d only spent an hour without him. Spencer recites the countless facts he remembered specifically to tell you. He remembers every word you ever told him, from the day you met when the two of you were five years old, until the day he graduated high school at 12 and had to leave for college.

That day in kindergarten, you left the other kids you were playing with so that you could go and sit with little Spencer, who was reading a book by himself. You introduced yourself and asked him to read to you, which became an ongoing tradition in your friendship, up until the day you cried into each other before he had to leave for college. You told him you adored him, that you’d do everything in your power to stay in touch with him, and then you kissed him. Neither him nor you had ever addressed any feelings outside of friendship, and even then, neither of you said anything. It was your shared first kiss.

Spencer remembers every detail of every incident when you physically jumped in front of him to protect him from school bullies. He counted six times that you got called to the principal’s office for punching, kicking and biting people that were mean to him. It would always be Spencer who pulled you away from a fight and held you back, you werent scared at all. He remembers when you got a black eye in a particular incident protecting him, he felt so guilty that he threw up and tried to avoid you, because he thought you’d be safer and happier without him. But you found him, you always did, and you told him you’d break every bone in your body if it meant he would be safe. That was one of the moments, one of many, that made him fall so hard for you.

A week passed, a week of Spencer daydreaming of you in the same way he did all those years ago. None of the team had brought you up again, which gave him just as much relief as it did stress; he couldnt tell if they were planning something or if they’d simply moved on. Regardless, the team’s focus is presently on a case of a missing child. This case is only a short drive away, no flight necessary, which was the only pleasantry of this case.

“We contacted a CARD team investigator to assist us on this case.” Aaron briefs the team as they enter the station, and everyone nods.

The CARD team, Child Abduction Response Deployment, works to recover victims as quickly as possible and helps apprehend those responsible for taking them. There are only 60 or so agents who make up the CARD team, stationed at field offices and assigned to one of five regional teams. They are seasoned veterans of crimes against children, especially child abductions, and have received extensive training. While some local law enforcement agencies may only work one or two child abduction cases a year, CARD team agents work these kinds of cases all the time, keeping their unique skill set honed.

An officer approaches Aaron. “Agent (Y/L/N) has already started interrogating the first person on the local sex offenders list.”

Hotch nods. “Rossi, you and Prentiss speak to the first victim’s family. JJ and Derek, go and speak to Addie’s parents.” He instructs, referring to the child currently missing. “Reid and I will assist Agent (Y/L/N) with interrogations.”

Spencer feels his mouth dry up, Agent (Y/L/N)? It couldnt be, could it? The probability of that coincidence is far too low, it isnt logical, only hopeful.

The team splits up, with Spencer and Aaron heading to the interrogation room. The CARD investigator has her back to the window, sitting opposite a particularly seedy looking middle aged man.

“How many times are you and I going to meet in these circumstances, Mr. Williams?” She says, a hint of sass mixed into her authoritative tone.

“As many times as you jump to suspect me the second a kid goes missing!” Mr. Wiliams snaps back, raising his voice.

Although Spencer cant see her face, he can practically hear her raise an eyebrow sarcastically as she laughs. “Oh, you overestimate yourself, Mr. Williams. You are simply the first name on the list, there are plenty of other creeps far more capable of such a professionally executed crime. As far as Im concerned, you’re an amateur.”

Spencer smiles slightly. Hotch looks at him.

“She’s good, isnt she?”

Spencer nods. “She’ll break him in no time.”

He cant help recognising her voice as somewhat familiar, but he discards it as his mind playing tricks on him.

“Garcia said she’s quoted as the best CARD investigator in her regional team, if not the best of them all. In every case she’s worked, she’s found every child, and found them alive.”

Spencer frowns slightly, looking to Hotch. “Why did Garcia do a background check on a CARD investigator?”

There’s a flicker of panic in Aaron’s eyes, but he immediately regains composure. “She’d heard of Agent (Y/L/N) prior to this, in various articles Garcia likes to read about children who were reunited with their parents after being kidnapped. She hoped to join us on this case so that she could befriend the investigator.”

Spencer nods, that does sound like Penelope. But he couldnt shake the feeling that something was off. Penelope had never mentioned an Agent (Y/L/N) before.

“You’re obsessed with me!” Mr. Williams scoffs. “Even though Im in therapy for my inappropriate attractions, I’d rather have my dick cut off with a butter knife than sleep with you!”

The CARD investigator laughs at that, she really laughs, dramatically wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh, now you’ve dug yourself a hole!” She says as she rises from her seat, placing her palms flat on the interrogation table and leaning over to him. “I’ve got a game for you. Why dont you go ahead and give me a list of women who would sleep with a man who can only get it up for little kids? Oh, wait, sorry, Im getting you confused with pedophiles who can get it up in the first place. You missed that train, didnt you? I also think you’re forgetting who was at your court case, and who saw the naked pictures of you that were passed around the court.” She chuckles, shaking her head dismissively as she walks around the table and leans over him from the side, her hair shielding her face from Spencer’s view.

“Sweetheart, my pinky finger would give me more satisfaction!” Agent (Y/L/N) cheers.

Mr. Williams tugs at his handcuffs, and she laughs harder.

“You’re really gonna try that with me? Do you WANT to go back in a cell? From what I remember, the other inmates dont take kindly to people like you, but Im sure you know that from your own experience, right?” She leans closer to him, Mr. Williams shrinking away from her. “Where were you at 3pm on Tuesday the 13th?” She tucks her hair behind her ear, and Spencer’s blood runs cold.

It’s you.

He knew it, the moment he heard your name, heard your voice, your laugh, he just didnt want to admit it!

“How did you find her?” Spencer asks, his voice stern.

“Garcia.” Hotch replies, neither of the men looking at each other.

Spencer nods and speed walks away, feeling his entire body heating up until he steps outside the building. He feels lightheaded, dizzy, like he’s dreaming. Before he knows it, his phone is pressed to his ear.

“You’ve reached the desk of the one and only sex goddess-“

Spencer cuts Penelope off. “How did you find her?”

He hears her swallow nervously. “W-Well, you graduated early, so I knew there was no point looking in yearbooks, but there were school pictures from before then...she was always stood next to you.”

Spencer sighs, Penelope doesnt say anything else, and he knows why. She’s worried that he’s angry with her, but he could never be. He knows that the team put her up to it for that exact reason: Garcia is the only person on the team he cant hold a grudge against, because her intentions are always nothing but kind. Without her needing to say it, Spencer knows she found you because she saw how happy he was just talking about you, she wanted to reunite the two of you. Set him up with someone that he already knew, or did, many years ago. And for that, he cant be upset with her.

“I havent seen her since I was 12, what do I say?” Spencer asks, truly lost in a situation he had not prepared himself for.

He can hear the relief in Penelope’s voice at his response. “Just be yourself! That worked when you were kids, so it’ll work now!”

Spencer looks over the door of the police station. “How can you know that?”

The smile on Penelope’s face is obvious. “You both ended up catching the bad guys.”

Spencer cant help but smile, too. It’s a strange bit of reassurance, and he appreciates it more than he can say. “Thank you.”

Penelope squeals. “Go get her!”

Then she hangs up, causing Spencer to laugh as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. He takes a few deep breaths as he stares at the door, hyping himself up before he nods to himself and walks back inside. Determination fills him as he makes his way back to the interrogation room, but the determination melts when he sees you talking with Hotch in the entrance hall. He had anticipated he’d have a few more seconds to mentally prepare, but that was gone, and so was his confidence. Spencer stops dead in his tracks, frozen to the spot.

You and Hotch smile as you talk, your eyes distracted from him by something you couldnt figure out, until they glanced at the door. Your expression fell into one of utter disbelief. Wide eyes approach Spencer at a pace that could slow time itself. Once you’re close enough, you lift your hand at the same snail speed, gently touching his cheek with your fingertips.

“Is it really you?” You whisper, such a quiet contrast to the confidence in the interrogation room.

Spencer nods, parting his mouth to speak, but then your face begins to change. A smile forms, blooming into a grin until he recognises it as the same smile you’d always give him, and quite suddenly all words lose their meaning. No amount of syllables or sentences could come close to a justified description of your beauty.

“Well, let me start by saying with complete confidence that my childhood crush on you has transcended its previous laws.” You say, blushing slightly at your own confession.

“How so?” Spencer asks with a small smile.

“Childhood crushes are supposed to end when childhood does, but here I am!” You declare, playfully mad at him.

He laughs. “Last time I saw you, you very unfairly put me in a state of shock that made me mute for an entire day.”

Your eyes widen with concern. “I did? Why!?! How!?!”

Spencer sighs. “You kissed me, and as soon as you did I couldnt function.”

“And why is that unfair?” You ask teasingly, grinning again.

“You rendered me physically incapable of responding appropriately!” Spencer states in joking accusation.

You raise an eyebrow, processing the sentiment behind his words. You take a step closer to him, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “Well, what’s a 20 year break in a conversation? I’d gladly continue it! A little less sadly this time around though, if possible.”

Spencer leans in. “Oh, that’s definitely possible.” He mumbles quietly, half a second before your lips meet his.

Spencer’s hands go to your waist, then to the small of your back, then your hips, while yours run through his hair and hold him to you, not that he’d ever try to escape. Your lips collide in the most gorgeous way, dancing together wordlessly, perfectly detailling the extent of your yearning for each other. You pull away, panting, and Spencer feels himself swell with pride noticing how impressed you are. Maybe waiting 20 years to kiss you back was good, since he got some practise in before the final test. Seeing you still recovering from his kiss, he finds confidence he never would’ve found without you.

“So, dinner tonight?”

[cavernofstars]

PLEASE go on an hour long rant about vylad

Ask and you shall recieve, hope you dont regret that you asked. I did spent over a hour writing this btw. Good luck.

If you want me to do this for any other characters, i can do it for practically any of them. Especially Laurance lol.

Essay under the cut, obviously minecraft diaries spoilers.

Vylad Ro'Meave is so heavily forgotten, but the ENTIRE story cannot be told without him. Despite his few and far in between appearances especially within season 1, he was the cogs of every major event.

He was the one who brought Aphmau to Phoenix Drop in the first place. If he hadnt done that, or had brought her anywhere else the story would be different from the very beggining. It was his deep rooted love for his family, his brother, that brought him to leave her there. An excuse, to watch over his brother despite knowing he himself could not reach out.

We dont know a whole lot about how Shadow Knights work, but we know they are fundementally no longer human. Shells of what once was perhaps, but no longer functioning on the needs of a human. How long would it take to forget those needs when one has no such urgency for them?

Despite his lack of need to eat, rest, to simply be human, Vylad single handedly took a baby halfway across the Ru'aun region. Which is over a weeks journey when Aphmau made the same trek in search of Levins mother, AND she had a horse for part of it, which effectively evened out the time she spent with the crime scene in the neopolitian villages along the way.

Vylad did it in the shadows, hiding and sneaking the whole way there. While tending to a nearly newborn baby, despite never doing so before and not being human enough to have the same needs. He managed to do that, extending the length it probably took, just to bring Levin to Aphmaus door.

He gave up years of freedom for the story.

When Aphmau and Laurance entered the shadow realm in search of saving the chicken shaman, they only just made an escape. Laurance stayed behind, but Vylad was the one who saved Aphmau and Castor. He was the one who shut the portal. He couldnt do anything for Laurance then, but he did everything he could.

He suffered for that choice. He was imprisoned, and tortured for sealing the shadow realm off from the mortal realm once more. Vylad was sent to rot in that cell, with no one to his side but Laurance.

Laurance had been the only visitor who still saw Vylad as something other then a traitor, and saw him as a person. He made a promise to get Vylad out of there, but ultimately Ungrth came to save Laurance, leaving Vylad to continue to lay waiting.

We know that time works differently between the realms, the shadow realm/nether has a slower passage of time then the overworld, but not as slow as irenes dimension. A overworld day is several weeks in the shadow realm, prolonging the true amount of time Vylad remained prisoner.

In season 2 Zenix's rampage of the shadow realm began, and thus gave way to Vylads escape. We dont know if he had been out of his cell before that or not, presumably not, but he was the only one known to leave the portal- as he stayed guard in the abandon werewolf village outside it from the day he escaped.

We can presume he spent the whole 15 years imprisoned, multiplied by the time passage difference, he effectively spent over 200 years imprisoned for helping Aphmau escape.

And upon Aphmau finding him there, her first instinct is to lie to him when he asks about Garroth. And tells him hes dead.

Her first full conversation with him, and she sends him into a full blown mental breakdown in the first 5 minutes.

Of course after Aph tells him the truth, and about the portal, and everything else going on, Vylad chooses to go with her. He finally begins to hold more presence in the story, but still is commonly off screen.

Such as in Nahakra village arc, he isnt around until the very end when the group is forced to flee. He is seen burning any maps and books containing information on Phoenix Drop, aside from the Ru'aun map they take with them. While everyone else was hurried and running, Vylad was doing what he could to keep Tu'la from knowing about the other side of the region, to protect Phoenix Drop as best he could.

Vylad fades into the background again, until the journey to find a new home for the phoenix alliance begins. It is when they arrive at the island that he really makes a pivotal scene, being the one to confront Laurance.

Its a mostly off screen development, Vylad seeking out Laurance to help him. No one asked him to, but he saw Laurance struggling between his remaining humanity and the calling of his shadow knight being. He was also the one who followed Laurance when he started to go awol, keeping a silent watchful eye on him.

When things went from bad to worse, he went to Aphmau to tell her about Laurance. At the same time as Aaron died and Garroth was free from the irene dimension. Although a awkward revelation, Vylad and Garroths short reunion is one of the most important scenes to me in the story.

Two brothers who cared deep for family, reunited for the first time in atleast two decades.

On the journey to the new home of the phoenix alliance, Vylad had told Aphmau he died by murder, stabbed in the back. Heres my theory, that i always tell anyone who will listen.

I believe Zane is the one who is at fault for Vylads murder.

Zane was always corrupt, as in Garroths recollections of his younger brother, and simply in every single action we see Zane take. We know by Vylads retelling, Zane despised his half-brother. He never saw Vylad as his family, he thought of him as less than dirt and often didnt acknowledge him.

Either Zane himself was the one to stab and kill Vylad, or he had been the one to hire someone to do it. Both are likely, he would do it himself for the pure enjoyment of disposing of Vylad, or hire someone else to do it just to ensure everything went to his wicked plans and the world would be none the wiser to the truth of his demise.

But despite his death and rebirth as a shadow knight, he kept that deep-rooted love for family that he should have casted aside.

He has 0 hesitation when he follows Garroth to O'Khasis when he finds out about thier mothers impending execution. The two of course went on a rampage to free her, and after end up going to Hyria's to learn more of the past history.

Thus, when the others learn of Vylad bringing Aphmau to Phoenix Drop.

One prominent fact about Vylad that is shown so clearly, is his hyppocracy.

When hes telling Aphmau about how Laurance was struggling because of his clinging to his humanity and his emotions, hes acting as if he himself has truly rid himself of emotions.

But he did not. His love is deep within him, his caring and his kindness. That is why he continously fought for his family, protecting his mother and elder brother with his everything, risking his life and his freedom for near strangers.

Yet, he thinks of himself as a bad person.

" One good deed does not fix a thousand wrongs done. " he had said, but he has a list of good deeds he has done.

He did follow the demands of the Shadow Lord when he first became a shadow knight, but at the same time he was already branching away from orders.

He is also the only shadow knight whom we know never attempted to gain immortality, or felt the urge of it. (Aside from Amethyst, the old woman from Pikoro, who we dont know much more then she is no longer a active Shadow Knight.)

Even Laurance left because he felt the calling too strong, and as stated by Sasha at the end of season 2, Aphmau would be killed if Laurance tried to see her again.

In what was made of the third season, Vylad has gone off screen once more. We were told about Garte escaping into Tu'La, and Vylad went after him.

We dont know precisely why Vylad went after his so called adoptive father, but my hopes and theory is that he was playing executioner. He should be the one to hold Garte accountable for the crimes he had done to his people, and for his misstreatment of family.

After all, if Garte had been a good man, Vylad would never have been born. But his neglect of his family had led to Zianna's affair, and Vylads birth. Even then wasnt enough to bring Garte permanently out of his tyranny.

If Vylad were to be the one to kill Garte, he supposedly should gain his immortality. To kill a lord, who is also family. Though Vylad could never claim to love Garte im sure, and he never would even before his death. But the lordship may be enough to give Vylad immortality.

We know that gaining immortality is not a immediate end for a kind shadow knights good heart, as Vincent has his immortality, and yet Cadenza trusts him fully; and he is absolutely devoted to protecting his home, his people.

Vylad gaining immortality, would overall be a good thing for him. He out of everyone knows how good people do not live forever, while the evilest in the world live with longevity. With his immortality, he would rewrite his sins, atoning for them by living a eternity fighting against the monster from which he was reborn.

[hearts401]

@charade-yes-from-youtube MCI!!! YIPPEE!!!

Gabriel:

-Oldest kid william killed. hes 12 and has a baby sister and a big brother (his brother is grown and is mike schmidt in my fnaf timeline)

-LOVES sports. he played a lot when he was young, but his favorite is basketball

-His family has a lot of issues, so he's a lot more mature than he should be.

-He actually disliked cassidy in life. to him she was too bossy and bratty, but he didnt care bc she was younger than him

-One of the more vengeful, since he thinks a lot about his baby sister and it makes him PISSED. hes close to cassidy and is super protective of his friends. Of course this means he violently hates michael

-extra one but he's very bitter about being in the animatronic. as much as he wants revenge, he also is one of the first to side with cassidy against charlie

Fritz:

-about 9 when he died, he's not as vengeful. He was mostly just scared at first.

-Close with Susie and was present when the bite happened. He wasn't close with Evan (hes younger than Ev) but he felt really bad whenever he saw him around

-He played soccer <33 which is why he was able to run away from william long enough to cause trouble

-Autistic, selectively nonverbal and doesnt talk a lot bc of it. he gets overstimulated by loud noises

-He had no siblings, but he was super duper close with susie. Her death fucked him up a lot and if it weren't for his birthday arty, he would not have gone back to the pizzeria ever. he'd hoped the party would cheer him up

-turned on charlie quicker than expected. he hates being in foxy and hes scared, so he doesnt trust her. he also viewed it as a selfish decision especially when cassidy framed it that way

Jeremy:

-Was very aggressive with william but couldnt do much. he was 9 (turning ten in a few months maybe) when he died

-hes not vengeful tho, not as much as cassidy or gabriel. hes moreso sad.

-sides with gabriel on everything EXCEPT charlie. he trusts charlie and believes she brought them back for a reason. but he went with gabriel because he didnt wanna leave him behind

-his big brother is the bonnie bully (andy my love <3) and their relationship changed a lot post bite. jeremy didnt know what happened until after he died, tho. hes not evans biggest fan bc evan helped cassidy turn the others against charlie and he hated to see her isolated like that

-he thinbks its hilarious that the nightguard has the same name as his. less so when said nightguard gets a chunk taken out of his face

Susie: (@walking-fnaf-encyclopedia u asked too <3)

-8 when she died. was there for the bite but didnt actually see it happen. she just knew a kid died because of the robots and only really knew what happened when she was told post-death

-surprisingly vengeful. this girl can fit a lot o anger in her. shes bitter that her death was based on a stupid theory, and even more bitter that charlie helped prove the theory true.

-despite that, it took a while for her to give up on charlie. in fact the split between the mci and charlie ruined her view of evan and cassidy more than it did charlie. susie, just like jeremy, could tell they were isolating her and she did not like it. she doesnt fully blame them (considering she agrees with them) but she believed there was a better way. they were already here, why not work together?

-her dog possesses the cupcake! she knows this and cherishes the little guy but she also feels so fucking sad her poor dog got dragged into this. he seems pretty chill with it tho LMAO

-actually the most chill w the nightguard. after all, its not him who wronged her lol

Cassidy:

MY FAV MY BELOVED OKAY

-11 when she died. second oldest meow and she fucking FOUGHT LIKE HELL. whatever jeremy did to will was nothing compared to her. she was a cornered rabbit and she showed her claws she fucked him UP. broke his nose cut his face she did everything to get away from him. he had to make up a story about a person attacking him (which ended up being the first lie henry cracked that lead up to him finding out william was the killer so. pop off cass)

-Knew evan before she died. did not gaf abt him. he was just the whiny kid to her. but tbf she didnt know anything about michael. she'd shoo off any bullies she saw hanging around him, though. he noticed but never mentioned it

-violent anger she got from her mother. yeah you can assume what her home life was like. she had a lot of expectations placed on her as the only child. her parents were business people, always rushing and never pausing to let her catch up, so she learned to keep running, fall less, and work harder. of course, the faster you go the harder you'll fall but dont tell her that

-loves dressing herself up, but her mother prefers to do it. cassidy hates hwen other people make decisions for her (which contrasts evans hate for making decisions himself)

-violently hates charlie. they used to be close when alive but post death not only was cassidy pissed that charlie brought the other kids back (in my hc, cassidy came back of her own accord) but also that charlie now wanted to give up on their mission for vengence. she found the "happiest day" to be trivializing their cause and, once the other kids were gone and passed on, promptly destroyed it. Evan similarly refused to move on, and they stayed behind together

-despite this, cassidy did try to convince charlie not to go to the pizza sim location. charlie didnt listen, got trapped in lefty, and caused cassidy to have a severe hatred for henry that lasts on and on and on for a long time until she finally visited him at the lake. but hes just like his daughter, and cassidy listened to him even less than shed listened to charlie

[trash----panda]

Dreampt

(tw. Owies, swallowed whole trope, fear, blood)

Kass was sprinting through the halls, after being hit with one if the blasters on the walls they were now no taller than a mouse, he scurried along like one as well still armed with a toothpick sword. At least he had BagHead... he didnt actually know much about him but BagHead was under Fass' control so it was probably safe to tow him around.

The assassin was put under Fass' control for awhile now, he hated everyone except Kass, Kass still treated him like a person. Not to mention wouldnt stop trying to figure out how his power worked. BagHead could move the powder on the front of his mask to make words and symbols but couldnt talk. Right now they were trying to keep it blank, this dumb little team of children had managed to drag him into Seraphim's layer... This would not end well.

A small team of guards rounded the corner and spotted them- well BagHead at least, all Kass saw was a shadow and the sole of someone's shoe, he didnt even get a chance to scream, he braced himself for the impact but the sound came from above him. When he peeked he could see BagHead overpowering the guards, he was an elite assassin after all. Kass hesitated before trying to move on, BagHead would be fine, he was on a mission after all. He knew Seraphim was powerful, sp he needed to be stealthy, or else he might get trapped in a marble too. He didnt know if it was tech or spells but he saw Buffalo get caught in one. He paused, peeking in a room, there it was. It was dimmly lit but he saw the marble on a desk. It didnt look like anyone was around so he headed closer, fighting to try and climb this desk.

Fingers

He felt them wrap around his torso and pluck him off like a beetle in summer. His heart racing as he spotted the several eyes starring back in the dark

"well" the voice cooed, it was full of venom, he knew he was going to die here "what do we have here" the larger male opened his palm, letting Kass rest in the middle as he used his other hand to grab the marble "are you here for this?"

"yah! I-" he was cut off, only able to watch as Seraphim put the marble in his mouth. Kass scrambled up to try and reach it, managing to grab onto his chin. They reached their arm inside, they could feel it it was right there-

Seraphim's lips closed around his shoulder, he pushed, desperatly trying to reach, it was right there, it was in reach, he just had to-

Glrk-

He could feel the muscles lurch forward, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend what just happened.

The mouth opened "all gone" he teased, he could feel the little guy's heart racing against him. Fass starred for a moment before it dawned on him just how much trouble he was in, using a gravity jump to quickly get down and try to run for it, Seraphim just kicking him in the stomach, flinging him across the room towards the door "pathetic, you didnt even try" he was gasping for air, his lungs felt like they were out of place.

BagHead had finished with the thugs and came in, freezing when they saw Seraphim "oh you! Goody" they felt the spell break instantly, this was his power, this mad man. "You can come back and work for me now, i was getting worried you know" BagHead knew it was a lie, as soon as the enemy was gone he's be taking Kass' place as his punching bag- wait, he spotted Kass "oh right your little captors, bring him here he probably wants to see his friend again" BagHead glanced at Kass who was trying to inch away, hesitantly picking him up, Seraphim saw that hesitation "actually" they felt the hair on their neck stand with that, the tone told them this was gonna be bad "how about you get some revenge, you eat him" BagHead felt his mouth go dry, eat another human? "Then you can come work for me again" they lifted Kass up a little. They were really gonna have to do it huh?

"ROSS" he screamed, watching BagHead lift his bag just a bit

"Flow!" No one awnsered, he could see the other's teeth

"baghead" they didnt even yell this time, tearing up a little, their body was too sore to fight. The only reminder of them being the buldge that disappeared all to quickly behind BagHead's collar bone

"excellent now for the others" he smiled, even with the bag on, Seraphim could feel the dread coming from the other, savoring it a little before they were inturrupted by Flow who'd heard the call. They froze when they saw them all, pausing before throwing down one of their smoke bombs, grabbing BagHead and running. Seraphim didnt even get a chance to try and catch them, swearing when he glanced down the halls and there was no sign.

Flow had managed to get everyone back to the trailer, trying to get BagHead to tell them where Kass was. He was still in a daze until Ross just slapped him "where is he?!" BagHead flinched, starring before hugging their stomach, trembling a little. She rushed him towards the sink "well get him out! Is he even there?!"

They started to gag themself, at first the only thing they spat up was stomach acid and blood, making the party yell at them more, they kept pushing until they felt something solid, spitting him out into the sink. He was covered in burns, curled up and hugging himself, he'd been crying. Flow pushed him out of the way, trying to rinse Kass dispite his protest of the cold water, lifting him to inspect him "what happened?!"

He flinched, starring before tearing up again "B-buffalo go eaten" he whimpered, the camper going silent as they all took in the news, BagHead the first to move, grabbing Kass. The tiny human struggled a little, still shaken, being pressed gently under their chin. The former assassin rubbing circles on his back to calm him down. The others were wary of leaving them alone but... they needed to sit down.

Despite all his training, all his losses and fears. BagHead was now a father of three spuerpowered kids.... great.