#do not be sympathetic towards me or nice I do not deserve that

[sunarinscat]

A little hurt comfort ft. your fav

He is in love with you. He is in love with your smile, your laughter, your radiance. He sits at your feet like a dog and basks in the warmth of your light. But he's not just in love with you, he loves you. He loves you through your sunshiny days and loves you through your stormy ones too. He loves the way you persevere, he's proud of his girl. But he also loves you when you need a minute to sit in the mud. He often stoops to sit and just experience it with you.

So, when you stumble into your apartment after a hard day: spilt coffee, harsh words, plans awry - he knows just what to do.

You aren't crying yet. Haven't even said a word. But he can see it. Your jaw is set, and your eyes are anywhere but on his. You set down your bag and hang up your things. He knows you, knows that you'll instantly book it to the bathroom to cry quietly to yourself. You hate being a bother. You duck into the kitchen to grab something, and he pads over to the bathroom as quietly as possible. He hears you sigh and shuffle in his direction as he prepares. The instant your feet hit the cool tile of the bathroom floor you nearly run into him. He stands right in front of you with a sympathetic smile and open arms - a silent invitation. You bite your lip and look towards your toes.

"If I hug you I might cry."

"I know. I'm here. We can talk later."

Your eyes dart up to his and you can feel yourself tearing up. You collapse into his embrace and sob into his chest. He smells fresh and clean and you hate to be dirtying his shirt with your snot and tears but you're too far gone anyways. His large hands cup your face and pet your hair. He gently drops to the floor with you and cradles you there as sobs wrack your body.

"I know baby girl. Just let it all out."

He wipes your tears away from your face with his large thumbs and you can't help but smile as he begins to tear up too. Every time you cry, he ends up crying too. It's actually kind of nice... It makes it feel like he's carrying the weight of your feelings too. You feel less alone. Slowly but surely the tears come fewer and fewer, and your breathing begins to steady. He picks you up like you are made of glass and gently sets you on the counter. You watch his muscular figure as he shuffles over to the tub and begins running you a bath.

The sound of the water echoes through the room and you sigh as strong arms begin to undress you. It's gentle, tender. You feel loved. He slips off your shoes first. Gentle fingers make their way to your socks, prying at the hems before pulling them down shyly. He removes your skirt, then your jacket, and finally your shirt. Your left in your underwear, but the room is warm and steamy, and the exposure doesn't bother you one bit.

"I hope you know you are the most beautiful thing in my world."

You give him a dopey grin as you hiccup through a few happy tears. You don't even know why you're crying at this point. He removes the last few items of clothing and gently places you into the bathtub.

"How about I give you a few minutes to decompress on your own while I make some cookies and tea, then I'll come give you a massage and wash your hair for you."

You're on the verge of tears again, shaky arms reaching out to hang around his neck and grasp at the back of his hair. You press your forehead to his and whisper.

"I love you so much. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

He chuckles and the soft rumble of his chest gives you butterflies.

"You deserve so much more love than you think you do. You are so kind and strong and beautiful. I don't know what I DID to deserve YOU. Besides, I know you'd do the same for me sweetheart."

[awearywritersworld]

"do you like me?" "nope."

gojo satoru x reader summary: even yuuji realizes that gojo has a crush on you, but you're oblivious as ever w/c: 1.1k tags/warnings: ft. yuuji and megumi. fluff. super light angst. lots of banter. a lil mutual pining. yuuji and gojo being chaotic. gender neutral reader. a/n: not sure how this turned out, but it was fun to write! masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

"(l/n)-sensei!!"

you're trying to relax and really, fifteen minutes is all you want, but these days that seems impossible.

you turn your head toward the sparring field just in time to see yuuji fly into a tree about 30 yards away. megumi is already on the ground struggling to get up.

meanwhile gojo is prancing, literally prancing, in the opposite direction. you walk toward the group with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment playing across your features, all your hope for some peace and quiet crushed.

"that was awesome!" the pink haired boy shouts from amid a mess of leaves and branches.

gojo gushes over the praise, his hands pressing against his cheeks. "thank you, yuuji! it's nice to know someone around here appreciates my unmatched strength."

"i don't remember offering to be a part of the demonstration," megumi grumbles, finally rising to his feet.

his demeanor is less than pleased and you glance at him sympathetically before turning to gojo. "you do know that you're an adult, right? like, as in, a fully grown man."

"(y/n)-chaaaaan, you're always so mean to me," he whines, grabbing your hands dramatically. "what have i done to deserve such cruel treatment?"

"today or in general?" you pretend to think for a second. "i seem to remember you waking me up at seven this morning so that you didn't have to go to your meeting with masamichi-san alone-"

"he was mad at me for skipping the last one i had!"

"-and then you hid my phone for almost an hour because i wouldn't give you my last candy bar-"

"i was starving, (y/n)-chan! it wasn't my fault, you know that!"

"-and then you destroyed that tree, which i really happened to like by the way."

his gaze flickers toward that direction, the splintered wood a sad remnant of what it used to be, then throws his arms in the air. "this is so unfair!"

"(l/n)-sensei! did you see?" yuuji calls out, already fully recovered and bounding toward you.

"i sure did." you chuckle at his tattered clothes and unfazed attitude.

"what'd ya think?"

you really can't bring yourself to scold him, not with all the excitement in his voice. "oh, it was certainly something."

"did you hear that, gojo-sensei?" yuuji lights up.

megumi disguises his laugh with a cough. "i don't think that was a compliment."

the boy visibly deflates so you ruffle his hair. "it was pretty cool, i just don't want you getting hurt." that earns a grin, to your relief.

"so i get yelled at, but you're nice to him?" gojo pouts indignantly.

"yes."

"ugh! this is killing me, (y/n)-chan!" he announces before promptly knocking you to the ground, the action something between a hug and a tackle.

"gojo, get off of me!" you yell, though there's a hint of laughter in your voice.

"i can't! not until you forgive me!"

your giggles ring through the air, music to gojo's ears, and your hands push him away as he tries to tickle your sides. you look like two kids, rolling around in the grass and shouting at one another.

yuuji leans in toward megumi, his voice hushed as if he's about to reveal the world's biggest secret. "i'm starting to think there's something going on between those two."

his friend looks at him as if he's grown a second head. "you're just now noticing?"

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you're making dinner in your apartment while gojo sits on the kitchen floor, his legs splayed out and taking up nearly half of the small room. his blindfold had been discarded at one point or another, something he made a habit of doing when it was just the two of you.

"what are we having tonight, chef?"

"me? i'm having braised chicken thighs. i'm not sure about you though," you tease.

you didn't invite him to dinner, he just kind of followed you back to your place after sparring practice. you don't really mind, you never do, not that you'd ever admit it out loud.

"you wouldn't give me your candy bar and now you won't have dinner with me either? today is the worst! is this still about the tree? i told you i was sorry-"

"geez i was just kidding!" you cut him off. "of course you can have some, but only if you get the flour off the top shelf for me."

"i guess that's a fair trade," he reasons, rising to his feet lazily.

the cabinet is just to your left, so his body presses into yours as he reaches up, the contact making your heart flutter.

"thanks," you exhale when he sets it down within your reach.

he doesn't return to his sitting position, just leans against the counter and watches you carefully stir the ingredients in the pan.

"do you like me?" he inquires suddenly.

"nope."

"hm, do you like like me?" he suggests, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"gojo, that's honestly defamatory."

he rolls his eyes playfully. "c'mon, be serious."

"you be serious," you challenge the usually facetious man.

"i am."

resting your spoon on the pan, you turn to face him, unsure if he's just messing with you like always. the room is silent, save for the faint popping of oil, as he waits for you to say something.

"why do you wanna know?"

"'cause i like you, why else?"

your hands gather the fabric of your apron nervously, crumpling it between your fingers while you avoid his gaze. his words strike you as entirely implausible. after all, he's gojo and you're, well, you.

"you... you shouldn't joke about stuff like that."

he laughs at you and it breaks your heart a little, but then you feel two lithe hands on either side of your face. "(y/n), look at me."

you do, albeit apprehensively, and his eyes bore into your own with an intensity you aren't familiar with. it makes your knees feel weak. a smile tugs at his lips before they capture your own, the movement slow and soft.

your fingers reach up to wrap around his wrist, an attempt to steady yourself against him, before one of his hands travels down to your hip and gives it a light squeeze.

you taste so sweet, feel so perfect in his hands, that gojo kicks himself for waiting so long to kiss you. his lips move to the corner of your mouth, across your cheek, then begin to work their way up your jaw. he hums against your skin, satisfied with the breathy noises he's pulling from your throat.

then, the smell of burning invades your senses and you pull away from each other with wide eyes, exclaiming in unison. "the food!"

[moonstruckme]

Hi! A lil Sirius request or u could do it with one of the other boys (Remus James) but what about if his gf May be has an old injury that always flares up? (I hurt my knee years ago and even tho it's ok now every once a while if I over use it then it still hurts) and just fluff about her being upset her body won't cooperate and him just icing it and doting on her

Thank you for requesting!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 618 words

“Try to get up one more time,” your boyfriend threatens, “and I swear to god I will sit on you.” 

“I just want the remote.” 

“And I’m getting it for you.” Sirius stretches towards the coffee table, keeping the ice pack held to your knee with his other hand. He grabs the remote that had been too far for you to get on your own, passing it to you with an exasperated look. “Relax, sweetness, you won’t miss your show.” 

“Thanks,” you huff, turning the TV on. Really, you just want the distraction. Your knee is still radiating a warm ache, your skin still prickling from the humiliation of having to admit it when Sirius had noticed your limp. 

“Don’t mention it,” he replies, voice quieter than usual. His touch is gentle as he adjusts the ice pack, careful not to press down too hard. You feel shitty for being snippy with him, and resolve not to speak until you can be trusted to do it nicely, in the way he deserves. 

It doesn’t work. Sirius is watching you, gaze shrewd, fingers tapping a distracted rhythm on your ice pack. You keep your eyes on the TV, but it’s only a matter of time before he speaks up. 

“Penny for your thoughts, pretty girl?” 

You sigh, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

Sirius tsks. “For acting pissy when you’re pissed? Don’t worry about it.” 

“I don’t have to be mean to you just because I’m pissed,” you say, tilting your head back on the couch cushions. “I just feel like I should be able to run a couple of blocks without crippling myself. It’s got nothing to do with you.” 

Sirius’ mouth pulls sympathetically. He brings his free hand to your hurting leg, rubbing up and down the back of your calf. “We did a lot of walking before, too,” he points out. “It was a big day.” 

“That’s just it.” Your mouth tastes bitter. “I’m not eighty years old, walking around shouldn’t be a big day for me.” 

“I know, baby,” he says softly. “I’m sorry, it’s shit. But when it’s cool out like this, and you’re putting a lot of pressure on your knee, you’ve just—you need to treat yourself a bit more gently.” You make a sour face, and Sirius squeezes your calf, lips slanting upward. “I know, you’re very rugged. You’re the picture of youthfulness and good health. But try looking after yourself the way I look after you, yeah? For my peace of mind.” 

He speaks with blasé lightness, but his words melt you like butter in the sun. You sigh heavily, feigning reluctance. “But you’re so good at it,” you complain. 

“It’s hard work, yeah.” Sirius’ canines peek out as he grins. “Don’t worry, I’ll train you up. You’d really be helping me out, taking a load off. And it’d free me up to do more things like this.” 

He keeps his eyes on yours as he leans down, dark lashes fluttering prettily close to his brow. Your cheeks heat. Sirius moves the ice pack momentarily, pressing a featherlight kiss to the skin just below your knee. 

“There,” he says decisively, putting the ice pack back in place. “It’ll be better by tomorrow now, guaranteed.” 

You bite down on your lip to keep a smile at bay. “I didn’t realize how much you’d be able to accomplish if we shared the responsibilities.” 

“Yes, well, I know I make it look easy, but it is a lot,” Sirius tells you with faux solemnity. “Is there anywhere else I should see to?” He makes a show of looking you over. “Tsk, that lip looks to be hurting, too. C’mere, gorgeous, let me take care of that.”

[hobiebrownismygod]

My Favorite Underdog

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

TW: established relationship?? Hobie's not Spider-man in this, just some dude, cursing, something about domestic, no powers, underdog Hobie just has my heart I love it so much

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You sat down at your desk one lonely night, scrolling through your phone in the dim light emanating from your table lamp. You were tired, but a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, right? You needed to relax, especially after such a stressful day at school.

The rain was pouring outside, making your room seem even toastier with the contrast between freezing cold and a blanket-covered warmth enough to make your head dizzy and your eyes droop.

The patter of raindrops on your window was loud enough to keep you awake though, loud enough that they sort of sounded like knocks.

Oh wait...they were knocks.

You glanced over at the window only for your quaint little moment of domesticity to be completely overturned by the sight of your boyfriend, soaked in blood and rainwater, feverishly tapping at your window in an attempt to be let in.

You practically leapt towards the window, pushing it open and pulling the poor man in while he coughed, ripping his mask off in one fell swoop. "Jesus, took you long enough to notice me-" he said snarkily, leaning against you while you shut the window again.

"What are you doing here? What happened?" You exclaimed, sitting him down on the bed. "Got into another fight." he shrugged nonchalantly, sitting up straight with a slight wince. "Not my best idea, considering that there were three of them."

"Three?" you exclaimed, grabbing your first aid kit (that you always had to keep on hand now thanks to him) from above your dresser and kneeling in front of him. "Are you bloody insane?"

"They wouldn't leave this poor bloke alone! Fucking threatening him like they were part of some gang- stupid wannabes" he scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, only for you to immediately shove them back to his sides so you could pull his shirt over his head.

"They got you good." you said, wincing as you ran your hands over the purple bruises lining his chest. "I don't think there's any internal bleeding, but these are gonna leave some nasty scars."

"Nice. I'll look even cooler shirtless." he said with a grin, leaning down towards you slightly. "What are you doing up at this hour? It's past midnight."

"You're in no position to make remarks about my choices." you replied, rolling your eyes at him as you began to bandage up the little cuts scraping his shoulders and back. He looked like he'd been dragged across the floor, which he probably was. Normally you'd ask, but he seemed like he was in enough pain already. "You can't keep getting into fights like this, 'Bie. You're gonna get yourself hurt."

"Yeah, yeah I know." he said annoyedly, leaning back. "I'm no superhero. I just- I don't know, seeing that poor kid getting bullied like that...I couldn't just stand by and watch!"

"I know, I know." you cooed, cupping his face gently so you could look over the bruises littering his skin. "Shame that you got your pretty face all messed up too."

He scowled teasingly. "I asked them specifically to leave my face alone." he said, smiling at you. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours before immediately pulling back with a hiss. "Damn. Hurts to even touch it." he muttered, raising a finger to gingerly pat the bruise on his face.

"I think I have ice." you said sympathetically, walking back over to the little mini fridge in your room where you kept ice packs, just in case he got into one of his little fights (which happened almost every day now).

He just grinned, his eyes raking over you appreciatively as you bundled up the little lump of ice in a plastic bag before plopping down on the bed next to him and pressing it to his cheek where the bruise was reddest.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he hummed, gazing at you with the most starstruck smile. "I think you have a concussion." you told him in an unamused tone, picking up his hand to make him hold the ice pack himself before checking the back of his head to see if there were any more wounds.

He nodded forward slightly to let you sift your hands through the thick hair on the back of his head, searching for any signs of blood. Nothing. "I think...you're good." you told him, glancing at his neck for good measure before letting him pull his head back.

"Thanks Doc." he said with a smile before taking his chance to lean in and kiss you. "Guess I owe you, huh?"

"Yeah, you've owed me for a long time." you scoffed, letting him push you down against the mattress while he kissed your cheek and jaw. "I don't expect you to start making up for it now."

"I could make up for it." he murmured, lips tracing against your skin as he pulled you up slightly. "Let me kiss you."

"You're gonna hurt yourself-" you protested, arms wrapping around his neck as he shifted his weight onto you again, large hands loosely holding your waist. He just smiled, shaking his head before kissing you once, twice, three times, never wanting to let go.

You could barely move with all his weight pressed down onto you like this, practically suffocating you in his arms. It always amazed you how someone so lanky could be so heavy. "Hobie-" You mumbled out against his lips as he kept pressing them against yours, hands cupping your face as he hovered over you. "Yeah?" he asked dazedly.

"You have to rest." you told him, putting a hand over his mouth when he opened it to protest. "I already know you're gonna get beat up more tomorrow, so just sleep, okay?" He scoffed, leaning back and plopping down onto his back. "Fine." he huffed.

He pulled you into his arms the moment you reappeared at his side and hugged you, laying back onto the pillow completely. "Stay here with me?" he asked, kissing your forehead.

"It's my bed, you twat" you scoffed, propping yourself up slightly to gaze down at him. "But yes. I'll stay with you tonight, baby." you added, voice softening slightly as you leaned down to kiss him, hair falling over your shoulder.

"I love you, you know that right?" he grinned, letting his head fall back as you slowly pulled your lips away from his, brushing your hair behind your ear. "I love you too, 'Bie."

You couldn't help but reach your hand out towards his face, pinching his cheek gently while his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "My little underdog." You cooed, kissing his cheek.

"I am not an underdog!" He protested with a huff, pushing your hand off his cheek and grabbing you by the waist again, leaning in for a real kiss. "So you don't like it when I call you baby?" You teased, cupping his face.

His gaze faltered slightly. "I do." he admitted, a wry smile on his face. "But there's a difference between calling me baby, and calling me an underdog." he said with a slight scoff. "You can call me baby."

"Yeah, cuz you're just a baby." You smiled, tapping his nose. "Oh, shut up." he muttered with a half-smile, pulling you into his arms. "I'm still bigger than you. And stronger."

You laughed, kissing his shoulder as he wrapped you into his arms. "I love you, 'Bie."

"I love you too."

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Haven't written in a while, hopefully this broke my writer's block but who knows. Hopefully y'all enjoyed it!! <3

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[googledetective]

my thoughts about the new drdt episode...

I want to start off that this episode has not left me in a great mental state and this piece of fiction is starting to effect my reality in a negative way, currently. I do suffer from mental health issues, so please be sympathetic. If something I say seems too emotional or a bit off, that's likely why. My therapist will be hearing about drdt, lol. No hate towards drdt, it's an amazing project, and I'm amazed at how the piece of fiction is able to make me react in such a way.

1. I am not educated on ASPD or anything like that, so if I say something wrong feel free to correct me. I had a feeling that Levi likely had it from his secret, but this is a cool confirmation. I like that this is represented in a really great way, and that the reactions to his confessions are also very realistic. I like Levi a lot, but now I understand him so much more, and it makes me really appreciate him.

2. I find it interesting how Levi is so detached, as Veronika said, to everything. Even if I was not capable of remorse, I would've remembered killing my own father. I wonder what his father did to be so looked down upon.

2.5. OKAY SO HES KINDA JUST LIKE ME FR. like I stated previously I've had some bad mental health issues in the past to the point I've kicked windshields of cars in and attacked people. It is not my proudest moment, but holy shit I can relate to this a lot. It makes me so good to see someone who's done shit like I've done who's trying to change.

3. Ace really did care about Levi and considered him a friend, which warmed and broke my heart at the same time. I really hope Ace finds another friend, because he deserves to feel some comfort and joy. I hope he learns about Levi's ASPD and realizes Levi has no malicious intent towards him. I find it nice that Ace did really trust and look up to Levi though, it proves him capable of friendship and deeper feelings that people usually overlook. Great complex character.

4. I was shocked that Levi sided with David, but honestly I do too. David is a good person, and we see that later in the ep where he doesn't tell Eden what Arei said.

5. J CALLED OUT HU??? UNEXPECTED. called her a stupid argument moderator. Interesting. I love you J, but watch it.

6. Veronika's secret isn't the worst thing she's ever done- interesting. I think it could be the thing she's the most ashamed of, but you never know. It really breaks my heart for Hu, and I hope we get a backstory on her soon.

I'm coming back after point 14 and adding this: these secrets don't seem to be any of the worst things they've ever done, nor relevant to the killing game (besides "Xander's"). These secrets are personal. I think they each have worse secrets but they are too related to the killing game so they couldn't give those out.

7. Excuse you, David. Freaky ass.

8. that is NOT Teruko's secret 😭😭😭

9. This is seriously rich coming from J, as she usually escalates the situation.

10. Eden's monologue broke my heart. I am so glad David lied to her at the end, or I think Eden's heart would've been broken. This just makes me so sad.

11. "That maybe there would be a world in which we would be friends." I'm sure there would be, since your fans have created worlds that you're dating her.

12. Arei needs to genuinely shut up. This is where I get very upset and irrational. I am so fucking mad at Arei for lying to Eden. For the rest of Eden's life she's going to be wondering what she could've done or if her friendship was enough. Why the fuck would you lie and say you believed you could change, only to come back and admit you know you can't. My heart breaks for Arei though, because I believe she could've changed. This especially makes me so upset because as a previously bad person who relates to Arei and tries to change, I feel like I'm going to give up hope to do so too. Obviously I gotta overpower and not let fiction effect my reality, but it really hurts.

13. Arei's worldview that nobody is a good person mirrors David's (though David excludes Xander). Makes me really sad. I can hope, but there's really no hope left.

14. Well we know who attacked Xander (what the actual fuck). I hope we learn how that ties in later. Eden's hidden quote, "you can never go back, no matter how hard you try." maybe it's referring to this incident instead of the situationship with her friends in the past.

15. Love this.

16. WE HAD A JRUKO MOMENT!!! So happy about this!!!

17. Why the actual fuck does Whit know so much about how that hanging mechanism would work. You're making yourself look so suspicious. High and low were highlighted, which was interesting.

18. Whit said this murder would've been hard if Arei wasn't a willing victim. If she was, this just makes this case even more tragic. She may have convinced herself to give up hope and cooperated with the killer, which pains me a lot. I think this was due to David's secret.

19. I love the carousel bit! And the banter between Arturo and Whit. They had banter last trial too, so that's a continuation. Maybe they'll have a confrontation in the future.

20. NICO FUCKED BRO

21. At this point my only logical conclusion of who I think the killer could be is J.

22. Everyone is bringing up Ace's friend- Taylor! It's seriously throwing me for a loop bc that's my name!

ENDING:

To clarify, I think it's sad that Arei believes she can't change and even started doubting Eden.

[somewhereincairparavel]

If Jason's character had been written to its fullest potential, as you and many others have discussed several times, do you think that there would still be a large amount of favouritism towards Percy or do you think there would just be people arguing over who's better?

Personally I like to think that if we had gotten a few books documenting Jason's time at Camp Jupiter prior to the release of The Lost Hero, people would've had time to warm up to Jason a bit more and develop a fondness for his character and then the second option probably would've happened but what do you think?

my inbox was sort of jammed w asks so I'm sorry this took so long anon! i wanted this post to be more in-depth and not lazily written so I waited for a while to get my motivation recharged again, i hope this post reaches you somehow haha

my take on this, is that yes, jason would've gained more support than he did originally, and there wouldn't have been an agressive bandwagon of people jumping on the slander train, but he would still be somewhat disliked/suppressed imo.

from what I've observed the hate doesn't just stem fom him being uninteresting, it's combined with a lot of people's attachment towards percy, that they gatekeep him and are agressive to anyone who even alludes that other characters have a chance of being more interesting/powerful if rick hadn't played favourites. (like hazel, nico, thalia, etc)

i think you'll get a better perspective with this example I'll be giving you from one of my observations (i sound like a philosophy professor pfft)

I was on the r/camphalfblood reddit once, and a post came up on my feed, the person went on to rant about how jason shouldn't be 'trying so hard to suck up to nico by being so overbearing' and that they 'wished it wasn't jason with nico in that scene, it should've been someone else' and that rick shouldn't have made jason so nice and understanding about it. they were outright bashing him for being supportive?? idk it was clear they favoured percy over him and had some kind of prejudice against jason.

i didn't even understand what op was so pressed about. that jason wasn't being homophobic and was being a supportive ally? lol thankfully the comments went off and a few of them said 'you're saying this but you would be bashing jason if he wasn't comforting nico as well, jason can never win in the fandom' and that was VERY true.

I've seen people say that jason shouldn't have been written to be a very handsome heartthrob either and that they were very annoyed that rick kept emphasizing his good looks, making him 'too perfect' but that person failed to acknowledge that rick emphasized percy's attractiveness way more than he did jason lol but that was apparently completely alright (to me it just translated to 'how dare rick make jason as good looking as percy, only percy is allowed to be hot, jason deserved to look like an ugly rat' LOL)

so you can see how people pick on him about the most trivial things ever to 'defend' percy from imaginary arguments/rivalry lol

if jason was written well, they'd still find a way to hate on him, probably tossing the 'hes such a gary stu he has no flaws' in there aswell

funny thing is that they hated him for being too perfect and not making mistakes, but proceeded to SHRED him to pieces during MOA when he said he was suspicious of nico. didn't you just claim that he needed flaws? but the moment he displays it you are driven off of the handle??

I do have an interesting perspective that works in jason's favour tho, where I'm willing to bet that atleast 80% of the fandom would've been sympathetic to his struggle and he would've become a fan favourite, even going as far as to rival percy's fame, where, like you mentioned, there would've been equal percy and jason stans and it would've become a debate as to who is better. (hint: villian jason grace) send me an ask if you want me to elaborate on this ;)

[slytherinshua]

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

genre. angst. a little fluff. warnings. infidelity. and breaking up lol kill me. idk how good this is cause this might actually be my first time writing breaking up angst so sry if its bad. not proofread. pairing. hyunjae x reader. wc. 1.6k. request. requested by @hursheys for #15: "why?" "because i love you." and #53: "why does this sound like goodbye?" "because it is." a/n. uhm fuck you vesper no one likes you i hope u stub ur toe and embarrass urself at the tbz concert like i hope you don't have enough gas to get there and miss it (jk have the best time at the concert u deserve it <33). divider by @/chilumitos. net. @deoboyznet

“I’ve been trying to find a decent roommate for months. I don’t know. Maybe I’m the problem? Maybe no one wants to room with me. I’m just tired of hunting, you know?” You sighed, drumming the pads of your fingers over the warm cup of coffee your boyfriend had treated you to.

“If they don’t want to room with you, then they’re the ones missing out.” Hyunjae said simply, sending you a smile. Your lips lifted and you relaxed your shoulders. You hadn’t felt so relaxed and easy for weeks now. 

After your disaster of roommates last year, you wanted to find good ones for the last year at university. It was proving to be a lot harder than you thought. You weren’t even sure what you were doing wrong. You were fairly tidy, and flexible with rooms and schedules. You didn’t even mind if they wanted to bring over their boyfriends, so long as they limited the visits. As for yourself, you always preferred meeting Hyunjae outside or at his place. It just felt nice to have a break from your place.

“You think so?” You breathed, flashing a grin at your boyfriend before standing up. You grabbed the coffee with one hand and Hyunjae’s hand with the other, starting to walk towards the park. “It still leaves me without a roommate and rent that’s way too high to pay for the whole year. And my classes are too intensive for me to pick up another part time…” 

Hyunjae squeezed your hand sympathetically, glancing up at the sky before he opened his mouth, “You know, Sangyeon’s moving out at the end of the month. He wasn’t sure if things would work out with his new job, but he got the position and found a place closer to his work. I’d have an extra room anyway…” He trailed off, implying the offer with a twinkle in his eyes.

It seemed almost too good to be true; switching from roommate hopping to living with your boyfriend. You were hesitant for a few seconds, running through the logistics of it all. You enjoyed every second you spent with Hyunjae. He always treated you so well, he was truly the most perfect man you had ever met; almost too perfect for your brain to fully comprehend at times. Living with him seemed like an ideal situation.

“Are you sure? Didn’t you say Juyeon was looking for a place to stay while doing his scholarship?” You asked, wanting to eliminate any other factors that would make you feel guilty for going with the offer. You really didn’t mind hunting for a bit longer or even living with a roommate that pissed you off half of the time. You only had half a year left of school, anyway.

Hyunjae just shook his head, “I wanted to offer it to you before anyone else. You need it more than he does, anyway.”

You smiled, “Why are you so good to me, Hyunjae?” 

He laughed, pulling you closer into his arms, “Because I love you. Now, are you going to move in with me or not?”

It had been several months since you moved in with your boyfriend. You graduated university and found a steady, decent-paying job. Your hours were long, and you came back home exhausted most days. Thinking about your future was constantly on your mind. Where your relationship with Hyunjae was going, whether you would be able to save enough for a downpayment on a house, if you could even afford to think about the possibility of kids, etc. It was stressful, to say the least. It felt like you were the only one who was even trying to plan. 

Hyunjae’s routine was the same as when you had first started dating him. He would go to work everyday with his steady 9 to 5, sometimes arriving home later when he went out to drink with his coworkers. Weekends were for relaxation or meeting up with friends. It seemed like everything was perfect, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was slowly going wrong. He felt distant— like now that you were living under the same roof as him, he no longer had to make any effort. You didn’t even go on dates anymore. 

“Hey, babe, can we talk?” You said as you walked into the room, taking a seat on the couch, eyes trained on your boyfriend in the kitchen. 

“I have something to get to in a few minutes, but go ahead.” He hummed, prompting you to go on.

“Is something going on at work?” You asked him, wondering why he had to go somewhere at almost 8pm on a Sunday. 

“No? Why?” 

You sighed, deciding to not question him about it for now, “I don’t want to jump to any conclusions. I want to communicate with you, but I feel like I’ve been the only one making any effort in this relationship. I miss you. We live together, but I barely see your face anymore.”

Hyunjae shook his head, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I’ve been trying my best too. It’s selfish of you to say that I’m the only one not putting any effort in.” 

You stood up, “I said it because it’s what it felt like. You never take me on dates, you barely even tell me about your day or ask about mine… hell, it’s been weeks since the last time we even kissed each other. Do you really not feel the difference?” You did your best to stay calm. Yelling at Hyunjae was one of the last things you wanted to do, especially if it was all just a misunderstanding. 

Hyunjae was about to say something in response when his phone rang. You watched him tense up, and your brain was quick to think of possible reasons why. Was he hiding something? Or was he just tense from the accusations and sudden noise? 

You slowly walked to pick up the phone, as he had left it on the coffee table face down, closer to you than to him. It felt like your heart lurched in your chest as your eyes scanned over the caller id. A female’s name; Seunghee. You slid the button over to answer, hesitantly raising the phone to your ear. 

“Babe, you said you would be here 30 minutes ago. What’s taking you so long?”

You made eye contact with Hyunjae, and everything clicked. Why he had been so distant, why he never took you on dates or showed you affection, why he had been staying late after work so often and so hesitant to tell you about his day. He had been lying this whole time, cheating on you with another woman. 

You pressed the contact on the phone, the call still running although you didn’t say anything. Just as you expected, the chat was full of flirtatious texts. They mirrored the kinds of messages that he used to send you when you first started dating. You started to wonder if he had already been dating someone when he asked you out over a year ago. You hung up the phone, deciding you didn’t want to get involved in whoever Hyunjae had chose to cheat on you with.

“Are you going to explain yourself? Or are you running 30 minutes late to your date?” You asked piercingly. If looks could kill, you would’ve shot right through Hyunjae’s head by now.

“No, wait— Y/n, baby—”

“Don’t call me that.” You felt suffocated, and started to walk towards the door, hoping to get some fresh air and clear you head. Hyunjae caught your wrist before you could leave.

“Don’t listen to her. I would never cheat on you.” He insisted. You tried to shake off his hand, but his grip was too strong.

“Lying now too, are we? Let go of me.” 

“Y/n, just let me explain.” He pleaded.

“There’s nothing to ‘explain’, Hyunjae. I saw everything already. Let go of me.” You said harshly. 

“So you’re just going to leave me? After everything?” His voice was grating. 

“After what? The months you’ve been actively cheating on me? You threw this relationship away before I did. Now let me leave—” 

Hyunjae finally dropped your hand, the weight of your words finally hitting him. He had rarely been scared of things in his life. People often described him as fearless and brazen. Things had always turned out alright for him no matter what he did. Mistakes rarely came with consequences, but right now he felt like he had just made the biggest mistake of his life, and the consequence was losing you.

“Why does this sound like goodbye?” He asked quietly, for once a hint of fear seeped into his tone. You were stunned. The entire time you had known Hyunjae, he hadn’t feared anything.

“Because it is.” You left without another word, not wanting to hear whatever convincing Hyunjae would try in order to get you to stay.

It didn't take long for Hyunjae to regret his actions, as the next week you received a series of desperate texts. You blocked his number the same day, and, after retrieving your things from the apartment on a day you knew Hyunjae wouldn’t be home, found a new place to stay. You realized over the next weeks that Hyunjae had simply been too good to be true. His façade fooled you for months, but it was impossible for his imperfect self to give a flawless performance. In the end, he was merely a faulty copy of perfection.

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[jumpywhumpywriter]

"I Want You to Scream" -- Hero Tortured by Villain, Intimate Whumper part 1

Warnings: chains/restraints, severe torture, blood, cauterization, iron rod branding, knives, intimate whump, etc.

(Villain whumper is she/her Hero whumpee is he/him)

Villain slowly slunk towards her victim with predatory grace, who was chained up and pinned so nicely on the bed.

It was Hero, her prized whumpee, at her mercy at last after so many months of battle.

Hero was tied down on the bed, completely exposed and vulnerable only in underwear.

His eyes tracked every one of Villain's movements around the room as she fished out her phone from a pocket, aiming it and taking several pictures of Hero's restrained form with a coy smile.

Hero's skin burned with shame, and he desperately wished he could cover up, but there was nothing he could do but lay sprawled out on the soft mattress. Metal cuffs were on each wrist and ankle, attached to the furthest parts of the bed that strained his muscles to their absolute limit until they were aching and sore.

"W-What are you doing?" He snapped, and the Villain's smile widened.

"Why, I'm ruining your flawless reputation, of course!" She laughed coldly. "I wonder what your friends and the citizens you're supposed to protect will think when they see that you've been sleeping around with the very villain you were supposed to save them from. I imagine they'll turn against you, don't you think? You'll become just as much of an enemy to the city as I am! Isn't that exciting?"

Hero's gut twisted violently at the thought. There had been one hero in the past he knew of that had done such a thing with a villain, and the citizens had been so enraged they attacked and killed them in a riot, even if it was partially accidental. And it was all Current Hero's fault. He had exposed the affair to the public, having no clue the citizens were capable of such violence.

Hero desperately hoped his friends and teammates would understand. He hoped they would see the fear in his eyes in those pictures, and realize that he was trapped, not pleasing the Villain in some wicked game.

Villain came over to sit on the edge of the bed, giving him a mockingly sympathetic look.

"You know, hero... I used to be in your shoes. So eager to please, to be loved by the citizens of the city," she said icily. "Until I realized that they weren't worth the effort. They'd turn on you the first chance they got, no matter how long you've protected and looked after them."

Hero's brow furrowed in confusion. What on earth was she talking about?

Villain chuckled pityingly at the puzzled expression on his face. "You'll figure it out eventually." She patted his shoulder condescendingly.

Hero's mind whirred trying to figure out what she could possibly mean as Villain got up from the bed, walking over to a dresser and rifling through the contents of the top drawer, before pulling out a small but wickedly sharp knife. Hero's chest seized with fresh fear, eyeing her warily as she returned to the bed.

He cried out in pain as she pushed him down into the mattress, putting even more stress and tension on his already over-strained muscles and joints. Then it suddenly clicked.

"Wait... are you the hero that went rogue?" He sputtered.

Villain smiled wolfishly down at him, her voice dropping low and dangerous. "Bingo," she whispered maliciously.

"But... how? You were killed!" Hero couldn't believe his eyes anymore. A good amount of time had passed since Former Hero's presumed death... but now that Current Hero was looking closer... he recognized Villain.

"No, dear one, I did not die," Villain said coldly. "The villain I was in love with was the man who was killed in that bloody riot. They killed him as an act of revenge against me for 'betraying them', in their eyes. They stole him from me and butchered him. That's when I realized the people of this city deserved to suffer, not be saved by a knight in shining leather. After everything I did for them as a hero... and they still ruined my life by killing the one I loved." She grinned wickedly, tracing her fingers up Hero's bare chest before booping him on the nose.

"And now you are being exposed in the same way you once exposed me. As a filthy. Dirty. Liar. Having an affair with a villain. So poetic, isn't it? I may be a bit theatrical when it comes to revenge..." She hummed to herself, tracing lines along the sensitive parts of his skin teasingly.

Hero shuddered and twitched at the light touches, flinching every time her cold fingers brushed his body as she shifted from those deceptively gentle touches to rubbing her hands on his broad shoulders, pushing him down even further until he felt like his arms might dislocate at any second from the sheer pressure of the chains holding them taut.

"Please..." Hero let out a pathetic groan, the stretching pain was almost too much to bear. "Please... I'm sorry for the pain I caused you... please let me go... I promise I will leave you alone."

Villain let go of his shoulders and tapped her chin thoughtfully, dramatically pretending to think it through.

"Mmmhmm, a tempting offer, but I think not." She smiled viciously, eyes narrowed and full of hate and venom hiding deep-seated pain and grief as she leaned closer, looming over him and dropping her head to the side of his face.

"I want you to scream like my lover screamed when your precious citizens murdered him in cold blood," she hissed in his ear, then placed a mocking kiss on his neck, before planting another on his cheek as she pulled back.

Hero shivered with sudden terror, feeling violated as Villain invaded his space. His heart sank with dread. Villain had earned a reputation for being violent and vicious... and now Hero was the center of her attention, and at her mercy, which was a very, very bad place to be.

"Wait--We can talk about this--" Hero started trying to negotiate, but his words turned into a blood curdling shriek of agony as Villain suddenly dug her knife hard into his shoulder without warning, deep enough to scrape bone.

Hero thrashed and writhed as much as the chains would allow as she slowly started carving a bloody emblem into his shoulder, taking her sweet time to make it look nice, a mark of ownership. Her victim screamed wildly, unable to out-scream the pain as the sharp blade plunged into his flesh over and over again with detailed precision and skill.

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Hello the wonderful and amazing Vod'ika!! I hope you're having a good time with the 800 followers event, because you deserve it! Also, congrats!!!

I have a potentially messy one? Feel free to yeet it in the bin if it doesn't really work for the event.

Buuuuut a couple months ago, you wrote a story with Bacara, Neyo, the reader, and a little munchkin.

For the event, could you do that trio and the kiddo going on a hay ride? Nice and wholesome 🥰

Again feel free to yeet it if a poly isnt the vibe for the event 💜

Being Together

Summary: After a long day at the orchard, your small family decides to end the day with a hay ride.

Pairing: Commander Bacara x F!Reader x Commander Neyo

Word Count: 944

Prompt: Hay Ride

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you for your request! I'm more than happy to write for this little family, so I'm glad you asked for them! This is a companion piece to THIS fic

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“Can we go on the hay ride before we go home? Please, mom?” Little Niko asks as she tugs on your hand, “You and me, and Daddy and Papa?”

You smooth your hand over Niko’s head, “You still have energy? You’ve been climbing trees all day.”

“A hay ride doesn’t cost energy!” Niko declares with all of the authority that a 6-year-old can muster.

“Oh? Is that right?”

“Please, mom? Please?”

“Oh, alright. Since you’ve been so good today.”

“Yay!”

“What are we ��yaying’ about?” Neyo asks as he walks over, his hands now empty of the many bags of apples that the four of you managed to pick today.

You’re going to have so many pies and tarts and jams—

“Papa! We’re going on the hay ride!” Niko releases your hand and runs over to Neyo to take his hand, “Where’s daddy?”

“I’m here,” Bacara says from the left, he’s holding a tray with four styrofoam cups, “I got some hot drinks for us.”

“You did!?”

“Calm down, Bug.” Bacara chides as Niko gets a little louder in her excitement, “There’s no need to yell, we’re right here.”

“Oops, sorry.” Niko runs over to him and takes the smallest cup from him. “Mom said that we can go on the hay ride.”

“I heard.” Bacara glances at you and flashes a sympathetic smile, “Mom’s a little exhausted it looks like.” He hands you a styrofoam cup, “Herbal tea for the lady, and then caf for us, vod.”

“You’re the best, Cara.”

“I see how it is, I get stuck as a pack mule and Bacara is the best.” Neyo’s voice is lightly teasing as he takes his cup from Bacara and then slides his free arm around your waist.

“Well,” You smile up at him, “Everyone knows Cara is the cute one.”

Neyo chuckles and lightly kisses your temple, “Sure, sure. You keep telling him that.” His hand moves to stroke your back, “You good?”

“Exhausted,” You admit honestly, “Running around after a 6-year-old isn’t easy.”

“Well, the good thing is that the hay ride is nice and relaxing,” Bacara says as he makes sure that Niko isn’t planning on running off by holding onto the hood of her jacket.

“Speaking of the hay ride, there it is.” You say, glancing to the side as the cart comes to a stop not far from where the four of you are standing.

“Hay ride! Hay ride!” Niko cheers as she tries to run towards the cart, only to get scooped up into Bacara’s arms, “Hey!”

“You know better, Niko.” He warns, “If you don’t start behaving we’re going home.”

“Sorry, daddy.”

“Trade you, vod. You’ve been on Niko duty for the last hour,” Neyo says easily as he releases you, takes Niko from Baraca, and then heads toward the cart.

You watch as Neyo and Niko get settled on one of the hay bales, with Niko kneeling on his knees so she’s able to look over his shoulder out the cart, and you lift your comm to snap a picture. 

General Gallia will never believe that Neyo is a good dad, so picture evidence is important.

“You’re turn, cyare.” Bacara offers you his hand to help you onto the cart, and then he steps up as well. He sits next to you on a bale and wraps an arm over your shoulder, tugging you in so that you’re tucked against his chest.

As the cart starts moving, you snuggle closer to Bacara’s side and close your eyes. With Cara pressed against you, Neyo’s feet tangled with yours, and your boys having a low conversation about something unimportant, you can almost pretend that you’re back home.

Well, save for the chill that is determined to cut through your jacket. That kind of ruins the daydream.

You open your eyes when you feel Bacara laugh. You glance up at him, and then follow his gaze to a long-suffering Neyo, who is balancing both his caf and Niko’s hot chocolate, as well as Niko herself, who has fallen asleep against his chest.

“Ah, she overdid it.” You lean forward to take Niko’s cup from Neyo and then settle back against Bacara.

“Well, she has been going at full speed since we got here this morning,” Neyo points out as he adjusts Niko so she’s settled a little more comfortably against him, “I’d be more surprised if she didn’t fall asleep.”

“Well, I can understand why,” You admit with a shrug.

“Oh? Care to share with the class?” Bacara asks as he plays with the ends of your hair.

“Mm, you both were gone for four months and when you came back she had to go to school. This is the first day where she’s been able to spend all day with you in months.” You smile at them, “She missed you both. Almost as much as I did.” Your men favor you with soft looks, looks that are reserved for you and you alone, and you grin at them. 

“We didn’t plan to be gone at the same time,” Bacara mutters.

“I know, and you’re back now. Four months just seems like an eternity when you’re six years old.” You shift to kiss Bacara’s cheek, and then you reach over to Neyo to squeeze his hand, “But enough of that, let’s enjoy the hay ride before we go home, yeah?”

Bacara squeezes your hip and Neyo squeezes your hand, both of them saying, without words, that they love you, and then you settle back against Bacara and join their quiet conversation.

This really is the best way to spend time with your family, even if it’s exhausting.

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[lakesparkles]

hai me again! I hope you don't mind me adding on, I'd understand if you choose not to respond, just wanted to give my thoughts-

I first want to say that I relate to the emotional overwhelm of such situations. I'm very sensitive, especially when it feels as if I've been hurtful :( I just recently I got an ask that condescendingly said I was being insensitive about some fandom things (they misunderstood my point so I clarified and it was okay) but I felt that same feeling of rejection. it's like guilt and embarrassment and makes you feel like everyone is mad at you, lol... it always takes me a few days of recovery to feel comfortable posting again

secondly, I want to say that I agree with all your points. I don't know anything about mouthwashing, but it sounds like other people are making their shallow interpretation of it your problem. opening a discussion, as you did, is not an invitation to be harassed or accused of terrible things. you didn't deserve that!

saying that evil/abusive characters can have good qualities, do good things, or be nice, is not at all excusing (or God, forbid, endorsing) their evil/abusive actions. it's actually a grounded and realistic opinion to have. the idea that all abusers are just evil monsters isn't true. in my experience, one of the most dangerous things about abusers is that they can be nice, normal, even good people. anyone is capable of abuse, even good people. even normal people. if you talk to any abuse victim about their abusers, they will say things like, "yes, they were terrible, but they were good sometimes, too, and that's what made it so hard to hate/leave them"

I have watched bojack horseman. bojack is an excellent example of a realistic abuser (if you don't mind me calling him that). because he is written to have good moments, and to have deep and complex feelings, and to be sympathetic, sometimes, too! the things he does to others I would still call abusive, but because he is so complex and multifaceted, people sympathize with him more. he's a very interesting character and, imo, the comparison between him and jimmy is justifiable (from what I know)

(sorry a lot of this is nonsense. tldr, I think you're right, and other people just have poor literacy skills)

salukes!

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Hello!!! As usual, you don't need to worry at all! I love reading your thoughts, you can always express your thoughts so well!

First things is that YES, this is exactly how it feels! :( I'm also very sensitive with negative opinions towards me. I'm aware this is something about myself that I need to change... But oh man, I wish I knew how to actually do it. I just can't, and not even therapy helped me a bit. I feel so guilty I convince myself everybody - including my friends and mutuals - will start hating me too... Part of me knows it's not true. Part of me knows that people should and will have criticism about my actions. But nothing of it makes this type of situation easier.

Thank you for thinking so, what I was hoping was that I would be able to listen to other people's opinion about both characters, which is a very interesting topic to me. I like to see how bad people are represented on games/shows/movies, even more when Bojack and Jimmy have such different character arcs and are both the protagonists.

And I do think that admitting that abusers can be good people sometimes is a truth most people don't want to admit. But, at the same time, it's something very important to talk about because the same happened to me! (Vent coming, sorry) When I decided to stop talking to my ex, I felt so guilty. Because she treated me in a terrible way but, at the same time, she had so many good moments. She was cool, funny and made me feel very comfortable. There are some conversations between us that I still remember clearly because she inspired me and changed my way to see everything.

But she was still terrible and she still hurt me in many ways, no matter what.

I also wish things were different, but they aren't.

And Bojack is such a good character to show this. I do believe he was abusive many times and being able to relate to him is what makes the show so painful to watch. The problem is that he's so much more complex than Jimmy that people forget how he traumatized many other characters. I think more people should read his crimes on the Villains Wiki to remember Bojack is not a good guy. But well

[pbforeva]

part 5

i actually don’t have something to say for once, i’m surprised cause i never shut up

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Evelyn's pov:

I wake up next to Aurora around 7 a.m. I see the ice cream we shared last night on the nightstand and smile a bit, until I remember why we needed the ice cream.

I groan and get out of bed while reaching for my phone. I realize Paige texted me back!

Paige

Are you free to hang out tonight?

Sorry, but not tonight

What about tomorrow night?

Yeah! what time?

Whatever works for you

My friends and I are going out

around 8 later, you could come!

You could bring Aurora too!

Sure!

I am so excited to finally get some time away from Blake. I mean I still love him, but it gets kind of lonely because he doesn't like me having many friends. Oh goodness, I hope he doesn't find out about this, he certainly wouldn't like it.

Wait, he doesn't matter any more. I would never cheat on him, and we are still technically together, but it will be so nice to be free for once. Wait, I am free with Blake, right?

I decide I have to stop thinking, so I grab the eggs from the fridge and make Aurora and I breakfast. She wakes up just before I am done and comes to the table when i set our plates down.

"So, how are you feeling, babe?" She asks while poking at her scrambled eggs.

"I mean, I've been better, but i can't stop thinking of it as a simple mistake. I mean I made him pretty mad the other day," I reply while looking into her sympathetic eyes.

"Oh Evelyn, it is not your fault, and I won't have you thinking it is. Also this is not just a mistake, he broke your trust. If it was to get revenge for an accident, you deserve better." She says sweetly but firmly.

"Yeah, I guess," I say. She's wrong. I know she's wrong, she's just trying to make me feel better. I mean it's not the first time this has happened, wanting revenge is just a natural thing I guess.

We finish up breakfast and get ready to head our separate ways for class. I leave before Aurora because my class is earlier, but when I step in the hall, I hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see Paige walking alongside one of her friends. She looks up and meets my eyes, and I watch her eyes light up.

"Hey, Evelyn!" I watch her say with a smile on her face.

"Hey, Paige!" I say back and begin to walk towards her.

"Are you so ready for tonight?" She asks while wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I let out a laugh and say back "Oh, you know it!"

Then the girl beside her begins to talk, "Ohhh, so this is Evelyn, she says while smirking at Paige. "I'm KK by the way," she adds before pulling me in for a hug.

Oh my gosh, if I get one more hug I am going to explode. I know they mean well, but the added pressure on my stomach is not doing well on my fresh bruises. Obviously, I can't tell them to stop because they'd ask why, and they just wouldn't get it. Blake and I have an interesting relationship, no one really gets our dynamic besides us.

I hug her back, but I keep it short, so my ribs don't feel like they're breaking for too long.

"Are you going out with us tonight?" I ask KK, while trying to keep a smile on my face.

Luckily she doesn't notice the deceptive look in my eyes, as she just continues with our conversation.

"Yeah, I am! And you know we are gonna get lit!" She says with an admirable amount of enthusiasm.

"Oh you know it," I say, laughing along with her. I turn to Paige and ask her "So, who is all going?"

"hmm, probably just me, KK, Aubrey, and Azzi, to be honest," she replies with a shrug.

I glance at my phone and realize i'm going to be late for class if I don't wrap this up. "That's cool! I can't wait to meet them," I enthusiastically say.

"Yeah, you've already met them, and I'm sure you'll love them when you get to know them!" She says back, matching my enthusiasm.

"Well, I have to go to class now, but I'll see you two later tonight!" I say before I turn to leave the dorm building.

Paige's pov:

I watch as Evelyn slowly disappears from my view until KK begins to speak.

"So, that's the famous Evelyn," she says with a smirk, "I can see why you like her so much," she continues poking fun at me.

"Stoppp," I say as my fave begins to turn red from embarrassment.

She laughs and we continue down to the cafe. Soon, we arrive, order, and sit down at a table together. KK pulls out her phone as we wait for our drink, but I just sit there and think.

I think about Evelyn and how unhappy she looked this morning. I don't know why, but her smile appeared to be spurious. Ever since Azzi said there was something off about her, I can't help but think the same. The look in her eyes, despite the smile on her face, when someone gives her a hug.

At first I thought it was just because she didn't want me hugging her, but when I noticed a similar look in her eyes when KK hugged her I got a weird feeling. It seemed like it was almost painful to hug us? Ugh, I don't know.

"Yo, Paige," I hear KK say, while snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Yeah," I half-heartedly respond.

"I said your name like five times, what were you thinking about?" She asks while giggling, "Cause our drinks are ready," she continues while getting up.

"Oh, nothing," I mumble, while following her away from our table.

"Yeah, mhm, I'm sure it wasn't Evelyn," She says while evilly laughing.

"Oh, shut up," I say with my cheeks hot with embarrassment, "it was nothing." She just nods while continuing to smile. It was nothing right? I ask, trying to convince myself. We start to head back to our dorm, and I slowly forget about my deep thoughts from the coffee shop.

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someone has feelings

[notacatdown]

Mu Yao's response: You're misunderstanding Fuyi.

Random thoughts I had about the novel after watching the drama.

In the novel, Mu Sheng pushes Mu Yao to break up with Liu Fuyi. There are better guys out there. He's indiscriminately nice to everyone! (An unforgivable crime in Mu Sheng's eyes, lol.)

He feels that Liu Fuyi has been leading his sister on. She's known him for five years. From Mu Sheng's perspective, Liu Fuyi has been making excuses to push off the marriage.

Mu Yao's response: You're misunderstanding Fuyi.

At the time, I was on Mu Sheng's side. Why hasn't Liu Fuyi proposed after five years? Mu Yao deserves better.

Episode 15 got me thinking though. How did they spend the past 5 years? Mu Sheng's mere presence is coming in between them. How can Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao's relationship progress when he's been like a koala bear on Mu Yao before MiaoMiao joins the group? And I'm sure, he worked to discredit Liu Fuyi at every opportunity. His sabotage combined with Liu Fuyi being Liu Fuyi.

^ Exhibit A: Mu Yao helping her tsundere brother and paving the way for a work date for herself. Finally, a date night after 5 years.

Mu Yao to Mu Sheng: I'm worried about leaving MiaoMiao alone. You stay with her. Fuyi and I will go to the Astronomical Bureau.

Liu Fuyu nods.

^ Exhibit B: 

Liu Fuyi after seeing Mu Yao alone at a romantic spot: I think A'Sheng wants to duel me. You should go back first.

Mu Yao: …?

^ Exhibit C: Blushing from holding hands after 5 years! 5 years!

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^ Exhibit D: Can't forget my all-time favorite. shijiujun's comments make the show even better.

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Exhibit E: More complicated reason.

In the novel, on the boat, MiaoMiao asks Liu Fuyi why he doesn't just talk to Mu Yao. From her perspective, their conflict is just a misunderstanding, and everything can be solved by communicating.

This is his response:

"Over the years, Yao'er and I have long become accustomed to shouldering everything on our own. Rather than say we're lovers... it would be better to say we're partners. We depend on each other, but we also compete with each other. In this relationship, we're afraid of losing to the other. A single loss means an unrecoverable defeat..." He looked at MiaoMiao with the sympathetic eyes of an elder and

Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi's relationship is one between two adults. They have other considerations beyond love, so they hesitate. Whereas, MiaoMiao and Mu Sheng's relationship is like first love in high school or college. They don't have worries beyond what if the other person doesn't like me.

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Things that Liu Fuyi has going for him that I think is clearer in the novel. Mu Yao shows annoyance towards Liu Fuyi when the women that he saves pursue him, but just like in the drama, she trusts him and is mature enough to understand that he's not intentionally encouraging them. And, as Mu Sheng tells us early on in the novel, Mu Yao likes Liu Fuyi because he's a righteous hero.

Li Fuyi is very thoughtful and gentlemanly. The author shows him doing little things in the background to take care of the group. In both the drama and the novel, he shows a friendly attitude towards her unreasonable brother. In the novel though, as Liu Fuyi gets emotionally invested in playing wingman, he is a big advocate for Mu Sheng when she worries that her brother is dangerous to MiaoMiao, which I think scores huge points with her.

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All this to say, Mu Sheng isn't a reliable narrator. I think after Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao finally get married, Mu Sheng does admit to himself that Liu Fuyi is a good guy, not sure if that line is shown in the manhua version.

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^ MiaoMiao hiding her smile that Mu Sheng doesn't get to go either. It's like they're being left at home while Mu Sheng's parent figures finally get a night out. Ep 15 was so fun to watch.

[starwarsmum]

The penultimate day of Daminette December 😤 Say hello the the (current) last chapter of Forging a Bond

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Marinette was nervous. She kept pulling out different outfits and putting them across the bed to discard them. She wanted to make the best first impression on Jon but she couldn't decide which outfit looked best.

Damian smirked at her when she sighed and threw herself down next to him. She swatted at him halfheartedly, glaring when he caught the hand and kissed it.

“You could pretend to be sympathetic, you know,” she said in an aggrieved tone. He laughed before pulling her close and tilting her chin towards him. She pouted as he smiled, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “And stop looking so damn cute, it's not fair.”

“My love, Kent coming to dinner is not something to be worried about. I promise you that he will love you, because I do and he will be able to tell that you make me happy,” Damian said in a soothing voice. She felt herself relaxing into his embrace and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I know, but there are so few people that you value the opinion of, I just want him to have a good opinion of me,” she whined. Damian sighed but pulled her into a kiss that made her head spin and her heart pound. 

“Marinette, do you trust me?” He murmured eventually, one hand playing with her hair whilst the other doodled lazy patterns onto her thigh. She nodded, breathless and fairly sure she would have agreed to anything he said right then. He smirked and her heart skipped a beat but he only pressed a single, chaste kiss to her lips. “Then trust in my assessment of Kent. If he is anything other than thrilled with you, I shall remove him from the premises.”

“Damian!”

_ _ _

“It's so nice to finally meet you,” Marinette said, beaming at the super. She grew more nervous when Jon only stared at her. She fidgeted with her red shirt, worrying that she had chosen poorly when Damian slipped his arm around her waist and squeezed.

“Dames, this is your apartment, right? Like, you live here?” Jon said, eyes flitting around the apartment. When Damian confirmed, Jon pointed at the sofa and said, “Then why is there a pillow that says ‘I'm the cat's meow!’?”

“Oh! That's mine,” Marinette said brightly, sighing when Jon's eyes flew to Damian. “Dami, you didn't tell him we were living together?”

“It did not come up in conversation,” Damian said stubbornly. He relented when she glared up at him, pinching his elbow. “Tt, fine, I apologise for not making you aware of my living arrangements prior to your arrival, Kent.”

“Honestly, I think he enjoys shocking everyone,” Marinette said with a grimace. “He did the same thing to his family when we went over for family dinner after we moved here.”

“Enough, shall we sit down for dinner? Marinette is an exemplary chef and she has taught me enough that I am not such a disgrace anymore,” Damian said, taking Marinette's hand and leading them all over to the dining table. 

The dinner went fairly well, Jon excited to hear about their everyday life and completely blown away by how happy Damian seemed. He knew people often referred to him as sunshine incarnate but Marinette was like Damian-specific sunshine. He always turned towards her, basking in her bright smile and warmth.

“I'm glad you managed to move on from the whole Ladybug thing,” Jon said quietly when Marinette excused herself to the bathroom. He frowned when Damian hummed noncommittally, and shot his friend a stern look. “You’d better be over the whole Ladybug thing. Marinette seems like a really nice person and nobody deserves to be a rebound.”

“Jonathan, things are both more complicated and simpler than they appear,” Damian said, his neck flushing red. 

“Dames, please tell me you didn't rush into things here,” Jon pleaded, glancing towards the closed bathroom door. “I get that you found a pretty good lookalike, but please tell me she isn't just a replacement because that never works-”

“I told you he wouldn't be able to see through the magic,” Marinette said, looking triumphant. Jon balked, glancing between the couple. Damian looked annoyed but not overly so and Marinette looked smug. “Don't worry Jon, Damian and I are not heading towards disaster unless you open your trap to his family.”

“I am so confused right now,” he whispered.

“Yes, well, that's not entirely your fault,” she giggled, grabbing onto Damian's hand. “But to make sure you understand the severity of what I am about to say, I need to know that what we discuss today does not go beyond these walls.”

“Uh, okay,” he replied tentatively, glancing at Damian who smirked and nodded shortly. 

“Wonderful, then I will introduce myself properly, Superboy. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng, guardian of the Miraculous and holder of the Ladybug Miraculous. We have technically met before, though not as civilians.”

“Wait, you found her?” Jon's head whipped back to Damian with understanding dawning. Damian nodded and gave a rare genuine smile as he pulled her into his lap. “Holy hell, no wonder you moved in so quick! And also, double rude of you not to tell me immediately.”

“Don't be too hard on him, he was trying to protect my identity,” Marinette said in a voice Jon could only describe as besotted. Jon felt a rush of affection for the Parisian hero as she looked at his friend like he was the only thing that mattered. “But that is why we had to swear you to secrecy, I'm afraid. The Batfamily are like dogs with a bone when they want to know something.”

Jon assured her that he had no intention of spilling the beans. They chatted a while longer before Jon admitted that he had an early start the next day. And when he left that evening, he felt insanely grateful that Damian had found Marinette, after everything.

_ _ _

“I told you it would be fine,” Damian laughed as Marinette threw herself onto the sliver of bed that wasn't covered in her clothes with a groan.

“Fine, yes, you were right,” she grumbled playfully. “But I was also right that you needn't have left it so long. Jon always struck me as the loyal type.”

“It is one of his best qualities,” Damian agreed, beginning to sort through the pile of clothes on his side of the bed. With another groan, Marinette joined in until the bed was blissfully clear. 

Before she could collapse back onto the bed, Damian steered her to the bathroom to prepare for bed. She grumbled and complained but when she was in her pyjamas, with clean teeth and face, she was able to sink gratefully into her pillow. She hardly moved when Damian joined her several minutes later, but leaned towards him when he pressed kisses up her arm.

“I know you have been worried about meeting him outside of the suits, so thank you for permitting him to know everything,” he said as his lips traveled over her shoulder and along her collarbone. She hummed back to him in acknowledgement, but was far too distracted by his attentions to think too hard.

He laughed softly when she turned her head towards him and kissed him back and she smiled, content.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Months of Moving On

Season Two Premiere 

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

Words: 3181

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Summary: The reader tries to convince everyone she’s fine. Spencer and Aaron worry about her when they’re away on cases. All three face demons of their own. 

Notes: AGHHHHH! It's finally here!! I'm so excited for you all to read season two! As always, let me know what you think! (So much happens in season four, so I want to involve more episode plots in this season.)

Warnings: PTSD, anxiety, mentions of alcoholism 

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You stood over the stone, lights and voices lining your vision and making your focus fuzzy. The letters were blurred. You wiped your eyes. The tears cleared away long enough for you to read. 

Tabitha Cunningham. 

Loving daughter and friend. 

Your hand came away from your face red. 

“You have to let the paramedics check that.” 

When did Spencer get here? His hands were on your arms. 

“Please, Y/N, you’re bleeding a lot and you could have a concussion,” he pleaded. His hands were gently guiding you away from the grave towards the ambulance. “Let them help you.” 

“Reid’s right.” 

Aaron was here too?

You let both of them lead you away, but stopped when you saw her. She laid, mangled and broken in the grass, her clothes soaked with blood from the gunshot wound in her chest. People were putting her in a bag. 

“I…” You swallowed. “I did that.” 

Spencer put himself in your line of sight, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Don’t look over there.” 

“But, Spencer, I did that.” 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he soothed. “You’re in shock.” 

“We’ll take her to the hospital-” Aaron started. 

You shook your head, making it pound even more. “But I’m fine.” You looked at him with tired eyes. “I want to go home.” 

“We’ll take you home,” he said. “After they make sure you’re alright.” 

You twisted your body around, pointing to Sarah. “But what about her? Are they helping her?” 

Spencer looked at Aaron. 

He nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulders a little tighter. “Yeah. Yeah, they’re helping her.” 

She stood in front of you. You don’t know how she got there or when she moved or how she moved, but Sarah Cunningham stared at you with the hole in her chest you made. 

“You don’t deserve to live.” Blood seeped out of her mouth as she talked. She held up her hand. Suffocating powder sat in her palm. She took an impossible breath and blew. 

“Y/N.” 

Your eyes refocused. Blinking, you stared into glasses framed eyes awaiting your answer. 

“I’m sorry. What was the question?” 

Your therapist shifted in her chair, a sympathetic smile crossing her lips.  “I asked you what you’ve been reading.”

“Oh.” You pulled pieces of memory together to cover up the thoughts your mind couldn't keep away. Like layering puzzles on top of each other. “Spencer’s been reading the Narnia series to me.” The thought was able to bring a small smirk to your face. “He thought something lighthearted would be nice.” 

She chuckled, twiddling her pen between her fingers. “I like the way he thinks.” She made a note of something. You tried to analyze her body language. Was she bored? Did she have somewhere to be? Maybe she was just tired of you. “You’re doing it again,” she said, not even looking up from her notebook. 

“Right,” you sighed. “Sorry.” 

Apparently trying to psychoanalyze your therapist was frowned upon in the profession. 

“How is your brother doing?” 

“Explosion has rocked New York tonight…”

“Federal agents critically injured…” 

“Y/N, something happened.” 

“Y/N.” 

Again, you focused back on the woman before you. “He’s keeping himself busy, as always. I try to tell him to take it easy, but he just tells me the same thing. Siblings, you know?” Your attempt at light-heartedness falls flat. She gave you a pity-laugh anyway. 

“It’s hard when you’re both so protective of each other, isn’t it?” 

You nod silently. The clock on the wall ticks away, matching the beat of your heart. The long hand jolts to the twelve. You hopped out of the chair before she even had the chance to speak. 

“Thanks for the talk,” you said hurriedly. “I’ll see you next week.” 

“I actually wanted to…” She let out a low sigh. “It can wait until next week.” 

You didn’t wait for any more dismissal than that. The hallway stretched out before you, longer and longer, keeping you from the fresh air that you desperately needed. When your feet touched the cement of the parking lot, your chest heaved to take in shallow breaths. 

The car closest to you rumbled to life. A smiling face greeted you behind the steering wheel. Haley waved. 

Your shoulders fell. 

He had to leave again. 

“Hey,” she greeted as you climbed into the passenger seat. “The team got called on a case, but Dr. Reid packed a bag for you, so you don’t have to worry about it.” 

You nodded, your face void of any expression. “Great.” 

Haley started the drive to her house. “I think it’s really great that you’re doing this. Getting help, I mean. After everything you’ve been through…” 

“It was Spencer’s idea.” Even your voice was monotone. You watched as houses passed, the neighborhood having gotten more familiar in the past couple of months. 

Haley sighed. “I know that this isn’t ideal, but I want you to know that it really isn’t any trouble. We’re all just trying to make sure you’re safe.” 

“I didn’t know that meant handing me off like a couple of divorced parents,” you muttered. Her hands tensed around the wheel. The fog in your mind cleared and you processed what you said. “God, I sound like a bratty teenager again.”

She laughed, tension easing. “Oh, I remember.”  

“Haley, I’m sorry.” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I know you’re just trying to help.” 

“You don’t have to apologize,” she said. As you pulled into the driveway she gave you a sisterly smile. “I’m just worried about you. So is Aaron and I’m sure Dr. Reid is too.” 

“I think ‘worried’ might be an understatement with those two.” You opened your door with a laugh. “Seriously, I’m fine.”

“Right,” Haley scoffed. She put an arm around your shoulders. “Hey, when you can convince the team of profilers doting on you of that, then I might actually believe you.” 

You held up your hands in defeat and went inside. 

-

The plane used to be one of his favorite places to think. The hum of the machinery, the anticipation of the case, the energy of determination from the rest of the team. Now, all he wanted to do was get back home. 

“Hey, Pretty Boy,” Morgan called. “You mind joining us?” 

Reid tore his gaze from the window and gave the team a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry.” 

He tried to keep his mind focused as the team shared their possible theories about the case, but every thought kept leading back to you. He hated leaving like this, dropping you off at therapy and then disappearing for days at a time. Especially when you were still pretending like everything was fine. You used to open up to him, used to tell him everything, but now you kept everything caged up inside. 

And he was afraid of what it’ll do to you when it finally breaks out. 

Every minute he wasn’t with you, he worried it would be when you needed him most. 

“He’s tactical with every kill which means he’s probably choosing his victims away from his neighborhood,” Reid said. “We’re most likely looking for someone living in the middle to higher-class districts of the city.” He seemed almost robotic, just taking in information and spitting it back out. 

“Reid, you work on the geographical profile, Morgan and Prentiss talk to the M.E, JJ see what you can learn about the victim’s families, and Dave, you and I will go to the latest crime scenes,” Hotch instructed. 

Everyone got to work looking into the case. Hotch took a seat across from Reid. 

“Haley called. She picked Y/N up and they’re back at her house,” he said. 

Spencer nodded, returning his eyes to the clouds. “That’s good.” 

Hotch sighed. “Reid, I know this hasn’t been easy for the two of you. Haley says that Y/N has been doing better. She hasn’t slept-walked in weeks, she’s acclimating to her new job, and she seems to like the therapist you recommended.” 

He turned to him, eyes burning with frustration. “What do you think?”

“Reid, I-” Hotch started, taken aback by the younger agent’s intensity. 

“Because no offense to Haley, but I think she is seeing what Y/N wants her to see. Y/N is trying to make herself as little of a problem as possible for everyone else’s convenience, even if it means neglecting her health when she is clearly showing signs of PTSD. She isn’t sleep-walking because she isn’t sleeping, she’s using her work to distract her from thinking about what happened, and I have to drive her to therapy to make sure she actually goes. She has yet to open up to her therapist because she doesn’t trust anyone anymore.Y/N could be getting worse, right now, while I’m on a plane to go help strangers when I can’t even help the person I love!” 

He inhaled sharply, having forgotten to breathe. Reid’s outburst caught the attention of everyone on the plane and he could feel their concerned eyes on him. He shrank back in his seat. 

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he gulped. After a round of worried, sympathetic looks, everyone went back to their work. He lowered his voice. “I just really wanted to be with her this week. Especially because tomorrow would have been Tabby Cunningham’s birthday. Her parents used it in one of the crime scenes and I know that she’ll be thinking about it.” 

Hotch leaned over to him. 

“I’m worried about her too, but I know what happened last time,” he said. Now it was his eyes that picked a spot in the rolling white expanse outside the plane. “If we push her now, she’ll retreat even further and-” He took a deep breath. “Well, you know what she’s struggled with in the past.” 

“But if I could just be there for her…” Spencer’s voice was laced with heartbreaking guilt and terror. “Maybe we’ll be okay.” 

Hotch noted his plural use, but decided not to press further. 

He wished he could tell Reid that everything would be okay, that you were strong, and that you’d dealt with this all before, but truthfully, Aaron was just as scared as he was. His whole being ached to help you, but he knew that if they both left work you would have one more thing you blamed yourself for. 

Still, not doing anything was killing him.��

“Maybe when we get back, you could take some vacation time. The two of you could get away for a weekend,” he suggested. “It won’t solve everything, but some time off might be what you both need right now.” He knew the toll this was taking on the young agent and this idea was for his benefit as it was for yours. 

The corner of Spencer’s lips tugged up just a little. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Did somebody say romantic getaway because I have so many ideas saved on my computer!” Garcia chimed from the laptop on the table. 

“I don’t know, Garcia,” Morgan smirked. “I think there’s a Dr. Loooove buried underneath all that brainiac.” 

“Morgan.” 

“Right. Sorry, Hotch.” 

-

“Why do you get to live?” Sarah screamed. Her face hovered over yours. It morphed, her eyes changing to those of your mother.

“Just go to sleep,” she smiled. Her fingers ran through your hair. “Go to sleep, Y/N.” 

“My baby should have lived!” Sarah’s face appeared again. “It would have been her birthday, you know. She should have lived. My baby deserved to live more than you.” 

The two images fought, morphing and merging until both women were an unrecognizable creature. You had to turn your head away. 

“Y/N… help…” Spencer lay next to you, gasping for air as his body turned against him. His arms and legs jerked and painful, breathless cries clawed out of his throat. 

You reached for him, but your arm painfully spasmed away. Your lungs stopped working. Your body died before your mind, so you couldn’t even cry as Spencer stopped moving. His eyes went cold. 

The woman pinning you disappeared, replaced by blue and red lights filling your vision. You tried to cry, to scream, to do anything. Someone placed a hand on your cheek and turned your head. 

Aaron stared down at you, his face not overcome with sadness or grief, but disappointment. 

“There won’t be a need to investigate,” he said to the team behind him. “She killed him.”

You woke up when you ran out of breath, your throat raw from screaming. You fell forward, the night sky spinning over your head. Dizzy, sweating, and breathless, you gasped against the grass. 

Lights from the houses around you switched on one by one as Haley’s neighbors rushed outside to see what happened. 

“Y/N?” Haley saw your crumpled-up form on the lawn and hurried inside to grab a blanket. “Oh my God.” She wrapped you up and helped you to your feet, pulling you back inside.  

You groaned, your head still turning the backyard into a blender. “What happened?”

Haley sighed. “You had another nightmare.” She sat you down on the couch- and temporary bed- and filled a glass of water. She sat down next to you and helped you lift the drink to your lips. “I thought you weren’t sleepwalking anymore? You seemed fine last night.” 

You shrugged your trembling shoulders. 

“Do you need me to get anything? Should I call Aaron?”

“No, I’ll be okay.” You set the glass on the coffee table, unable to bear the terrified panic in her eyes. “Haley, I’m really sorry. You didn’t sign up for this.” 

“That sounds familiar,” she smiled sadly, putting a hand on your knee. “I just want to make sure you’re-”

“Mommy!” Jack cried from upstairs. 

“One-second honey!” 

You jerked your head to the side. “You should go check on him. I’m sure he’s more than a little freaked out.” 

She gave your leg a squeeze and stood up. “I’ll be right back.” 

As she ran up the stairs, you started packing your things. Your hands were still shaking so stuffing everything into your bag took more effort than it should have. Your nephew’s scared cries fueled your movements, slinging your bag over your shoulder and rushing out the front door. 

How many times could you interrupt their lives? Spencer and Aaron saw things like this every day, but Haley and Jack were just trying to lead normal lives. It was part of the reason Haley left your brother. She just couldn’t do it anymore. Now, you were just dragging her back into the darkness. 

You stepped into the night and breathed out the final sob from your nightmare. 

This wasn’t the first time this has happened, but you would make it the last. 

-

All he wanted was to crawl into bed and bury himself in your arms, but the late hour forced him to wait until morning. Spencer scaled the stairs to the apartment with heavy, exhausted footfalls. Just turning the key took an unbelievable amount of energy. 

The apartment door swung open and he tried to welcome the silence within, but now it just felt lonely. 

Spencer crossed the room and set his bag on his desk, rolling his shoulders back to work out some of the soreness from sleeping on the plane.

“I didn’t think you’d be back tonight.” 

The voice in the quiet had him reaching for his gun. It wasn’t until he whipped around and saw you laying on the couch that he could catch his breath. 

“Sorry,” you giggled. Your feet slowly fell to the floor and you slinked towards him. “I’m just happy to see you.” You lifted yourself up to his lips before he really processed what was going on. 

“Wait. Y/N. Hold on,” he muttered in between kisses. He put his hands on either side of your face and held it in front of him. “God, you’re freezing. What are you doing here? I thought you were at Haley’s.” 

You shrugged. “I walked.” 

He swiftly shed his blazer and wrapped it around you. “What do you mean you walked?” Spence exclaimed. 

“Well, I walked until I could get a cab. And then I walked some more because I felt like it.” There was something about your tone, a disassociated dreaminess that frightened him. 

“Have you… been drinking?” 

Your eyes changed and your bubbly demeanor dissipated. He realized there was probably a softer way to broach the subject, but at this point, sugarcoating wasn’t getting either of you anywhere. 

“No.” You didn’t sound defensive. You sounded scared. “But I thought about it.” 

He didn’t say anything. Spencer just nodded and waited for you to fully step into his arms. You closed your eyes, your cheek against his chest, and sighed. 

“I just want to forget. Even if it’s just a little while, I just want to not think about my mom or Sarah Cunningham or…” your voice cracked. “Or Tabby. I want to be me without being afraid for once.” 

Spence kissed the top of your head. “You want to escape.” 

You looked up at him with a small smile. “Yeah. Something like that.” 

“You know,” his nose rubbed sweetly against yours, “Hotch said I could take some vacation time. Do you think you’d be able to get away?” 

“With everything going on, I think my boss would be relieved. She hasn’t let me go on any interviews because she’s worried I’m not stable enough.” 

His face dropped. “You didn’t tell me that.” 

You just shrugged. “I don’t necessarily blame her. One of the toughest things about dealing with the people we deal with is not letting them get in your head. So when you aren’t in a good headspace, things can get messy.” You blew out a long, heartbreakingly frustrated breath. “I’ve just been doing so well lately. I mean, of course, things aren’t great, but today everything just…” 

“I know.” He kicked himself for nothing being able to be here. You could see and hear the struggling guilt inside of him. 

“Maybe we both need to escape.”  

“Then it’s settled,” he said. “For the first time in probably ever, we are going on vacation.” 

“Sounds perfect,” you smiled, once again standing on your tiptoes so your lips could meet his. His arms tightened around you, deepening the kiss. You pulled away. “I should call Haley. I left in a hurry and she’s probably freaking out.” 

He nodded and you scurried off to the bedroom to grab your phone. 

He hadn’t really thought about it until now, but with the exception of visiting his mom, he’d never taken himself anywhere. And now, the idea of going somewhere with you away from the horrors that both of your lives revolved around sounded heavenly. 

And you felt the same. Being here, going over everything in your head over and over until it seemed it would burst was only making things worse. The burn of old cravings lingered in everything you did. Maybe this trip would be what you needed to finally begin to heal.

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[samobservessonic]

They might as well hit the ground running after a cover like that. The Kitching & Elson dream team is the right choice to bring us such an important milestone in StC as Porker quitting the team. We open with Porker’s decision and Sonic being angry about it, as would be expected. Porker isn’t one to start conflict, but his reason here is hardly a small one - after being trapped with an almost infinite number of time-travelling killer Sonic robots on an inescapable little planet for a month, Porker’s traumatised! And I don’t blame him! So yeah, Porker gets the badge of being one of the first Sonic comic characters to have PTSD. He can welcome Whisper the Wolf into that club in many years to come

But Sonic’s anger equally doesn’t come from a place of being unreasonable. He’s right that their small band of Freedom Fighters is one of the very few defences against Robotnik. And Porker isn’t just another number to bulk that up - he’s their tech guy. Sonic Adventure reestablishing Tails as the tech guy won’t hit StC until right at the end, so for now, Porker really is it (until Tekno comes along, but we haven’t got to her properly yet). Not only that, but Porker is one of Sonic’s close friends who he shared his backstory with early on. Out of all of the small animals, Porker is one of the two that Kitching picked out and went “These two are part of Sonic’s team”

I bring all of this up, because I don’t think either side deserves to be written off as either “Porker is just a wimp” or “Fleetway Sonic is a jerk”. There’s nuance here and I like that

Thankfully, Amy is here to defend Porker from Sonic’s accusations where Porker can’t defend himself. This is also kind of a turning point for Amy’s character, because while she’s always been headstrong in StC, previously it was more up to Johnny to be the voice of reason towards Sonic, since Amy was often still in fangirl mode. Here she is, voicing her feelings against Sonic’s opinion so she can protect a friend - it’s great character development all around

Johnny also defends Porker and the off-panel speech bubble in the top left is from Tails. They’re all sympathetic, but Sonic can’t handle that right now. This is all too big of a situation for him to gladly wave someone off

Oh hey, these guys are still here. But not for long, as we finally get an explanation as to what happened to Nack after last time - he’s been in prison, but now he’s out. There’s a footnote a bit further down that says we can check out this adventure in the upcoming Knuckles special. My loose plan atm is to cover that on the blog once the current Knuckles story wraps up

Imagine you’re just, like, the parking attendant robot and you stumble across the most-wanted criminal on the planet

Guess who’s the last line of defence to save the day!

Tails looks on, not knowing that one day this role will be his

It’s still a short story, however, so a quick dip of some wires in the puddles does the job. Plus, it’s never a bad time to teach kids that water conducts electricity. Well, I say “kids” but I still can’t convince my parents that taking electronics in the bath is a bad idea…

We cut ahead to the next morning and things are much more amiable between Sonic and Porker, as Sonic comes to see him off on his flight up to the Floating Island. It’s nice that they let this moment just be Sonic and Porker (And Tails over there). Either the others all knew that Sonic doesn’t like too many witnesses to mushy stuff or else they aren’t out of bed yet

Porker is soft and he knows it and Sonic doesn’t want to change him! Excuse me while I wipe these rivers of tears from my eyes…!

Tails is like “Well, maybe they don’t know I’m a genius yet, but they do know I can fly this plane, because I do it in the games”

And with that, Porker is gone from the main team, but certainly not gone from the book. This is the end of an era in StC - the first real shift in the Freedom Fighters since they were established as a proper team and not just the “Everyone in Emerald Hill is kind of in it for a while and then they're not” from the early issues. It’s the whole reason I went to the effort of buying a copy of this issue myself to try to get better scans. Because, I’ll be honest, if the issue with the dodgy scans had just been another badnik-of-the-week oneshot, I probably wouldn’t have bothered. But this felt important. We don’t get too many stories that are more focused on the characters’ feelings than on bashing the baddies and since Porker is one of my faves in StC, he deserved me to at least try to share this story as it was intended to be seen

[desultory-novice]

I recently found out that “weekend Susie” is a mistranslation and it’s actually called “susie on vacation” in jpn. I’m pretty sure she’s supposed to be Susie in the future like Manager Magolor..any ideas on why shes missing her hairclip and the “Secretary” title she always has in jpn? Susie is so hard to figure out..like how she only smiles three times in the entirety of robobot (once when she takes the program controller and twice when singing the noble haltmann but ONLY when saying the words father in jpn) so I’m curious on what your thoughts are on her (and unfortunately has the worst localization ever…i had to look at the robobot translations from @/kaialone on tumblr) sorry for rambling but shes so interesting to me and it’s a bit sad seeing how a lot of the details she has in characterization never get talked about

Anon...Did you somehow know I've been replaying Robobot in Japanese?! And it's basically strengthened my confirmation that some people - though less than before - are a bit too harsh and/or restrictive in their takes on both Susie and her father. 

That said, I do I try to give people room to "safely hate" these fictional characters as, for a lot of people, it may be one of their only ways of processing a gross problem that affects the real world/so much of history that they can't do much about.

But I love the silly/tragic Haltmann family. I'm sympathetic and even semi-defensive towards 'em. Which is why I'm happy to answer any good faith Haltmann asks.

Ahem! Also, before I get into it, I wanted to say that technically "Weekend Susie" vs "Susie on Vacation" is not a mistranslation per se.

What it IS is a localization.

休日 can mean "vacation," yes. When you break down the kanji, literally it is made up of the words "rest day." So it can also be just about any day when you're not working/not at school/not busy.

For most of western civilization (not me because I'm a contractor XD ) the weekends are people's "rest days." To read 休日 as "weekend" might not even be that much of a stretch/localization!

Probably explains the lack of "secretary" title. She's literally not on the clock! As for the hairclip, who can say...? Similar reasons? I know in Susie's case, it's sentimental, though hairpins in Japan often have this association with studiousness/"time to get serious" so removing it is an easy indicator "She's allowing herself time to be silly!"

I do like to imagine that this is a post-canon Susie though. That girl deserves something nice after her trauma...

Anyway, reminder that post-FL, the localizers have been working more closely with the Japanese team to create a more accurate translation for us. I know the wounds from PR's rough translation (and SA's fast-and-loose in weird places one) still hurt, oof, but the Kirby series is getting better about its translations!!

Actually... you know... there's not THAT many cutscenes...

Maybe I will make my own "If they'd hired Dess to translate Planet Robobot" translation of the game? I've already threatened several times to do a full translation of "The Noble Haltmann" with all references/metaphors intact...

But yes! Speaking of how Susie uses her emotions, I was so moved by something in her first meeting with Kirby, I actually wrote about it! And I'm going to share it here, because you might find it interesting~

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So, I had my eyes peeled for any interesting bits of characterization left behind on the cutting room floor. Immediately, I was amused by how politely Susie talks to Kirby in the beginning. She doesn't really "talk down to him" or insult his intelligence in the slightest. (One could argue that it's a false business politeness, of course. Although she only breaks that in like, the second to last cutscene) Any dismissal of him feels very "company-mandated." (And the company is run by a murderous computer but leaving that aside...)

She gently praises how beautiful the water and the air on this planet is and that's when something... starts to change in her...

Susie gets impossibly sad. And her attitude changes COMPLETELY.

I stopped for a second reading this. "Hold on. What? Why does she lose her cool HERE? Is this some indication that the place she and her dad used to live on was a really poor planet without clean air and drinking water?" And heck, maybe that is the case!

But something else struck me about her line:

"...You don't even know the value of what you have..."

It's not the snooty we-know-better-than-you "misappropriation of resources" that is triggering her. It is having something precious right next to you and you don't even recognize it.

It's about her dad. Right from the beginning.

She can't NOT talk about it. It affects all her actions. Maybe another reason while I feel like it's better to judge Susie on a whole than any one individual action she takes, because (like Magolor, oops oops oops) she is masking her intentions alllll the time.

Also, omg, I know some people are still sensitive about the Mechaknight thing but that is PEAK grim humor in Japanese! It is treated way too cold and business-like in English, imo.

In Japanese, she starts to describe him exactly like she's telling her bestie that she just met the man of her dreams and then the WHAM line: "So, I gave him a full-body modification!"

Yes, it's unhinged. But it's also wonderful. (She's so Eggman-core.)