#don't feel great abt how long it took to mention him though

[yeahdefnot]

Very upset re:damasen

[lunicho]

SEXY TUTOR NICHOLAS *passes out*

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8bFSCo2/

-😵‍💫 anon

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thinking abt tutor nicholas who everyone thinks is so attractive but he only comes to school to study and learn and nothing else. he always has his headphones in while he walks the halls as well. he has this mystery about him, his sharp eyes making you wonder if he's friendly or not. everyone knows he's super smart, he pokes his nose in books all day long and he spends his free time on campus in one of the labs on campus. you kept wondering that until you finally got the chance to meet him, your teacher recommended that you see him for help. the class happened to be his strongest subject and your teacher said he's actually a great tutor and that he just never offers his services.

it took a bit for you to actually approach him, the initmidation actually setting in everytime you tried. there was something about him and his aura that was a bit,, almost scary. once you approached him he actually already knew what you wanted, your teacher already mentioning it so it was actually a smooth sailing conversation. he made it quick and easy and he invited you to meet him in the library after school. things started off easy enough, he'd help with homework and answer any questions you may have. but then it turned to something more,, you'd gotten a little crush, just pretending to be confused simply to spend more time with him. you didn't know what he was thinking,, in fact nobody did. he was very good at staying consistent with what he shows to you and how he acts which is what made you like him even more, the mystery and curiosity is what kept you coming back.

one day he'd invite you to study at his place, saying something random about how he has to watch his dog or some shit. you'd come over and you'd feel very very nervous once again,, you don't know why but you do. he'd let you know that he wanted to try something new today. "seems you're not grasping the material so i wanted to try something new.. gotta see how much you really know." he'd leave you sitting in the dining chair, he'd move behind you, hands moving your hair from over your shoulder. you'd find yourself leaning towards his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on you. he'd lean down to your ear, "read from your notes, i want to know if you've been listening to me." you already know your notes suck balls, you've been focused enough to write SOMETHING down but the notes are definitely not what they should be.

you'd start reading anyways though, your voice hushed as you do. his hands would move towards the collar of your shirt, slightly dipping into your shirt, his fingertips touching skin he hasn't even seen. you'd jump slightly when he does this, your voice shaking. "something wrong?" he'd act clueless, his hands moving back to your shoulders. you'd shake your head faster than you like to admit. he'd ask you to continue reading, which you do. he'd get a bit more bold now, grabbing handfuls of your breasts. he'd squeeze the skin in his hands, chuckling at the way you slow down reading. he finds it amusing how fast you lose your focus. "doing great y/n,, keep reading." so you do!! you keep on going, trying so hard to keep focused.

you'd hear him moving behind you,, he'd pull your chair back before popping into your vision out of the corner of your eye. he'd turn your chair a bit, sinking down to his knees. if you're wearing a skirt then he'd just pull your panties down under your skirt but if you have on something else he'll just remove both. he'd move one of your legs onto the table, asking you to hold the book and keep reading. he'd do like a test run, licking one long stripe up your pussy, smiling again at how your voice and body shakes a little. you'd be tripping over words as he eats you out, his eyes sharp everytime you look down at him.

[pink-bunny-angel]

omg!! can u plz write anything abt john bender 🙏🙏 there r like no fics of him im in the trenches out here. THANK U😁

Of course!!! This is my first one, I hope you like it! Sorry if it's not the best!

John Bender X Reader

(warnings: briefly mentions abusive parents)

Today has been the worst. I got up at 2 am and couldn't go back to sleep. I was looking forward to having my morning coffee to keep me awake but, no, the coffee maker was broken. I thought surely that would be it but when I got to school I was quickly proven wrong... We had a math test. Great. All day I was looking forward to seeing my boyfriend, John Bender, but my mom told me no one could come over since I had an F in science.

My mental health has already been plummeting. This is just great. I currently am sitting in my room, crying on my bed and reading my Bible, it's comforting. I gently put it down on my nightstand and stare at the ceiling. I think and think, trying to find anything to look forward to, but it's getting difficult. I stand up with a groan. Everything looks so dull. It's funny how a couple tiny things going wrong can impact someone's day so much, especially when they were already feeling terrible. I pick up my telephone and dial Bender's number and it rings.

"Hello?" I can hear his dad in the background yelling with his friend about something. I hear a couple of things about Bender from his dad. He must've been mad at him

"Um. Hi, Bender we can't hang out tonight.." I utter with a hint of anxiety in my voice. He doesn't pick up on it, he has always struggled to sense emotion over the telephone.

"What do you mean? Come on, y/n. I was really counting on you. My dad has been freaking out over everything all day. This is ruining my night." I know he wasn't purposefully trying to guilt trip me, he just does it subconsciously. I understand why he would be counting on me and why he would want to come over. I feel guilty, which makes me feel even worse.

"I'm sorry, John. My mom said we can't tonight. I wish you could come over. I miss you so much. I've been having a bad day too, not as bad as yours though-" He interrupts.

"I'm sorry. Let's not compare bad days, okay? Lay down. I'll be there in a minute." His voice is oddly gentle. I feel comforted for a second before I'm flooded with confusion.

"My mom said no, John-"

"Honey, I'll be there."

He hangs up. I feel panicked. My mom is not gonna be happy if he shows up. She's gonna think I didn't tell him. She's gonna tell me I did it on purpose... Great. She's gonna send him home and I'm gonna be in trouble. I flop on to my bed and let out a noise of frustration, I don't know who or what I'm angry at, I just feel angry. I hear a light knock on my window... You've got to be kidding me. I stand up and tiptoe hastily to the window. When I open it I see Bender, his medium brown hair is getting blown in his face as he frantically tries to pry open the window from the outside. I chuckle and open it. He slides in. His hair is messy and he is glaring.

"Took you long enough. I could've been blown down and killed!" I hug him. He hesitates. He huffs and hugs me back.

"I'm glad you're here. But I don't want to get in trouble." I look down, I feel my anxiety getting worse and worse. My mom can't know he is here. He holds me closer and buries his face in my hair.

"Don't worry, y/n. I'm sneaky." I can feel him smirking. I scoff.

"Keep telling yourself that." I mutter.

"Woah. You're grumpy." He takes off his boots and coats, throwing them to the ground. He walks over to my TV and grabs the Liar's Moon VHS tape.

"Liar's Moon? I thought you don't like romance movies?" I snicker. He always complains about romance movies, he always wants to watch action movies.

"I don't but.. it's your favorite or something." He says the last part very quiet, as if he doesn't want to get caught doing something sweet. He's trying to change, I remember the night he cried to me about wanting to change. He wants to be nicer and more caring. He's trying so hard. I decide not to tease him about his embarrassment from being caring. I'm so proud of him for trying.

"I love you." I say softly. I can't help but stare at him. He's so beautiful.

"I love you too.. I gue- actually.. I know for sure I love you too." He responds, trying to seem confident. I smile and he tries to look unbothered, I can tell love is still difficult for him to express, but that's okay. We're healing together.

I gently grab his arm and pull him to my bed. He flops on to it.

"Bender, my mom will hear...! Keep it down...!" I scold him quietly. He giggles. I can't help but smile. I quietly climb on to the bed with him. He had started the movie. I lay my head gently on his chest and feel him start to stroke my back with his fingertips. He can be so gentle. Who knew? I yawn and curl into him.

"Sleepy, baby?" He asks softly. I nod and rub my eyes. He gives my forehead the most soft, sweet kiss. "Goodnight, y/n. Sleep tight... I hope the bedbugs bite." I hear him snicker.

"Really..!"

[basilibino]

Season 8 was like 6 years ago(I feel old) and I know ppl have differing opinions on the Mr Echo thing (but it was intended, made it to storyboard and blocked animation and then dropped, soooo) but. I can see his recruitment p easily tbh. Bc the whole reason Dr J was in that lighthouse was because he was resurrected, forced there, and ordered to build Skulkin vehicles by Samukai. But Samukai in the flashback we see has already been deposed as leader of the Skulkin/Underworld. Which means the orders to do so most likely came from Garmadon.

And since Mr. E is one of the head honchos, he's likely an early arrival to the team, so I don't think Harumi has a whole lot figured out at this point, she's just got her Trauma and some Bad Influence Friends and an obsession with Lord Garmadon. So. Like. Plausible deniability road trip that she's just visiting important markers of Ninjago's recent past, all of which involve Lord Garmadon in some meaningful way; its sightseeing, its cathartic, and it gives her time to develop her dream Motorcycle Gang/Resurrection Cult. She's not looking for anyone at the Lighthouse, but she is looking for vehicle blueprints so she can be the Koolest leader on the block. But oops she looks in the basement and there's an Echo.

And she's flipping out bc??? A Ninja???? In the Lighthouse basement??? I mean it makes sense that it would be this one but???

Except this rusty old robot has no idea what she's talking about with this Ninja stuff, he's just waiting for his dad to come back.

And Harumi pauses.

Because how long has he been waiting? He's not sure, he had no proper way to measure time in the basement, and he doesn't have the best view of his clockwork heartpiece. But it was after his father saw a strange ship docking; Echo was worried it was the People who had locked up his father in the first place, but instead his dad sounded happy when he saw whoever was out there. It could have been a front, though, as clearly it was never safe to let Echo back out. Then Dr J popped down briefly, while everyone above was resting, to tell Echo he was desperately needed elsewhere, that it wasn't safe to bring Echo, but that he'd be back in no time.

And the pieces are fitting together for Harumi. And she's like. Your dad's dead, bro.

And he's like. What? Did he die doing what was needed of him?

And she's like. Oh, no. He died a few years later.

And he's like. Why didn't he come back for me????

And she's like. Probably because they kept him away.

And he's like. Who's they?

And she's like. The Ninja I was talking about earlier.

And it surely can't be hard in universe to find pictures of Zane and Dr J post s2-pre s3, so she pulls one up and shows Echo who is freaking out bc why is that one kind of like him and Harumi explains that that was the droid his father created first, that he became a Ninja, and that hes probably the one who took their father away and kept echo waiting for years.

But Echo has doubts, shocked as he is abt a new older brother, he wants to believe the good in the situation so he's unsure. But Harumi mentions that the Ninja's failures to uphold more than their self preservation/interests has led to uncountable losses and devastation in Ninjago time and time again, before delving into her own story. And she seems so kind, and so hurt, and I do think there's a genuine connection btwn these two that forms from this shared emotional torment that they decide came from the Ninja, and now Echo is more receptive.

And then Harumi gets to start her Garmadon pitch because wait! If Echo was made here, then that could only have happened because of Lord Garmadon. And she reiterates that he's the reason she and her city could have even survived The Great Devourer. And maybe Echo's family-by-creation left, maybe they were untrustworthy and lacking, but that's OK bc if you look at it all a certain way, Garmadon is more of a father to Echo than Dr J was. And Echo is a vulnerable, overwhelmed mess who just found out his dad fucked off for years without him and also died, and also he has a brother??? Who their dad clearly seems to have favored??? Did they even know about Echo??? Did they delight in their life free of him???

Basically. Kinda Spinel-core but getting abandoned and left completely alone does that to you. Especially when the first person to find you after being abandoned is a deeply hurt and misguided teen who is probably kinda desperate for someone, anyone else to see the Ninja the way she sees them.

[c0wb0yenthusiast]

Yearning || Phillip Graves x Fem!reader

Word count - 2.1k

Summary - inspired by @rors-grvs 'diet mountain dew' fic! But involving Graves instead, their writing is amazing you should go check it out!

Warnings? - READER IS OVER THE AGE! just for clarification thank you :() also it's a fem!reader this time I'm sorry if anyone identifies differently 😞 I promise I'll start doing more neutral stuff. Also this could potentially get a part 2 if you're interested! VERY LIGHT SMUTTY ASPECTS IM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABT THAT

Tag list : @sarahs-secrets2 :))

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"I'm sorry," his voice drawled into the speaker, "Repeat that for me, doll?"

You were huddled up in your room, hands clasped over the phone as if it were going to leap out of your reach. You couldn't get enough of it. His voice.

".. Nothing.", you whispered back, trying to keep composure. It wasn't even yours - you wouldn't want your dad questioning why you had his number, his best friend's number.

"No, no, you've pulled me in now. How come you're getting all shy?", he let out a breathy chuckle, barely heard from your side of the call.

".. Are you laughing at me?", you couldn't help but smile.

"Hm.. Maybe.. I don't see why you don't just come on over and find ou-"

"Y/N! I'm going to need my phone back now!", your dad was now calling from the hallway. Shit.

You had told him you were looking for birthday presents on his phone - God, what would he say if he knew what you were doing?

"Okay- bye-", you cut yourself off, now dropping the phone into your lap.

Your dad came in, smiling, "Did you have a good look?"

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll find something great for me anyways.", you got up promptly, handing him his phone back.

"Well, I've got to head out and pick up a delivery. You okay on your own here?"

"Oh, that's the thing, Dad... Is it okay if I go over to see Phillip? He's got this dvd that he was gonna show me.", you were lying through your teeth and it felt like pure tar coming out of your mouth. You couldn't help it though, it would probably be for the best if your dad never knew.

"Of course, sweetie. Do what you're doing and I'll see you later.", he left.

♡

The door clicked open, Phillip instantly taking up the space in the doorway as he made eye contact with you.

"Hey, doll.", he smiled.

His dirty blonde hair was brushed to the side as usual, but today he was wearing a dark polo shirt which clung to his biceps as he crossed his arms over his toned chest.

"Hi.", you didn't know what to say; your heart was still racing from your almost scandalous phone call not so long ago.

"Why don't you come on in?", he moved aside, making way for you.

You walked inside slowly, taking cautious steps on the smooth marble. Phillip was acting as if he didn't remember, as if the phone call never happened. You didn't know how to react, but decided it was best to just go with it.

"My dad's just gone out to.. Get something for me."

"Yeah, I heard it's going to be his little princess' birthday soon.", he followed after you, you could feel his eyes wandering from the folds in your shirt to your jeans.

You didn't realise your dad still referred to you as that, it felt so embarrassing to hear Graves mention it. You hadn't been called that for years.

"Well... I'm hardly l-little anymore.", you sputtered, laughing nervously as you took a seat by the kitchen island. You rested your elbows on the counter and had your eye on Graves as he leaned against it.

"Is that so?", he turned to face you, smirking ever so slightly.

"... Yes.", you were at a loss for words in the presence of this man.

"Well, you want anything special for your birthday, doll? My treat.", Graves' tone was friendly, inviting and genuine. He meant it.

"No, it's okay, Phillip.", you smiled at him, fidgeting with your nails. Calling him Phillip was reserved for times when you were both alone, it was much more warmer and felt quite personal to you.

"Okay, I'll just keep it a surprise then. I can't just not buy you a birthday present. It would be out of line...", he continued to mutter to himself as he walked off, presumably into the living room.

You eyed him curiously, before frantically reeling your gaze away from his ass - he looked really good in those pants.

"Come on! I need some help with something." he called out, which made you jump and follow him curiously. It was obvious he lived alone. Heck, he was probably the only lonely person on this street, everyone else had a family or at least a spouse. Many figured it was due to his job; being stationed all over the world and having to run off whenever he was called was inconvenient for a spouse.

It never bothered you though. It was only until you started making advances that he caught the idea and would play along, until he'd have to leave for awhile - which could range from a month to around a year. The last time you'd been speaking before this week was last year's 4th of July party. As the fireworks went off, you two were hooking up in the nearest bathroom.

Sometimes you wished one day he could even get called in and never come back. You knew how horrible it was, but sometimes you wondered if it would continue. It's only a little fling, you would tell yourself repeatedly, pacing around the room as you could hear it on loop. It was so bad to think, but the thought of telling your dad about this someday was the only thing that kept this thought strong and you hated it.

As you entered the living room, Phillip was perched by the cabinet in the corner of the room. The door was wide open as piles of CDs towered over one another, the plastic covers shining as the light reached them for a considerably first time in awhile.

"I've been needing to go through these ever since I got back..", he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze shifted from you to the CDs.

"Oh, sure.", you complied, now eyeing the CDs properly and scanning through the titles. God, he had a lot of classics.

"I'm sorry, the Evil Dead?", you turned to him, holding the CD in your hand accusingly in his direction.

"Hm? Oh, I never liked that. My colleagues kept talking about it once so I picked it up and watched it. Too bloody.", Phillip shrugged, taking it in his hands and tracing his fingers over the cover. "I'm keeping it."

"What?", you raised your eyebrows, amused by his contradiction, "You just said you didn't like it."

"True, but.. It's good memories.", he cast a fond smile at it before shelving it once more.

You narrowed your eyes and rested your hands in your hips, "I don't suppose you're going to say that for all of them."

"What? No, of course not."

"Okay." you let out a sigh, "You asked me to help, so I'll help."

♡

It had been over an hour and the two of you had managed to go through all the DVDs in the cabinet. A huge black bag was now filled to the brim and the cabinet was half empty, looking somewhat respectable now.

You had been holding your shirt up to your nose for most of the process due to the unbelievable amount of dust that coated some of the CDs. However, that didn't stop you from ordering Phillip on which DVDs he had to drop. The way he pouted almost swayed you, but you kept an iron fist and commanded him through the whole process.

You also noticed how he had been looking at your exposed stomach due to you pulling up your shirt slightly, the glint in his eyes were carnal.

Both of you were now laid back on the couch, trying to catch your breath. You had your arms rested loosely at your sides, but Phillip laid his over his chest, fingering the fabric of his polo softly as he was looking out onto the backyard through the window.

"How.. How was that?", you didn't move, but could feel his position shifting as he was about to answer.

"Quite nice actually..", he murmured. It was quite rare to see him so.. Calm? Was that the word? He seemed so vulnerable in this moment that you felt as if one wrong move would disrupt it.

"Oh, that's good..", you smiled, your breathing was still shallow and a little unsteady from all that heavy lifting.

"I don't suppose you.. Have to go now..", he was pausing to take small breaths, still looking away from you.

Shit.

You hadn't checked your phone the whole time you were here.

Trying not to change the mood, you picked it up smoothly and switched it on.

You have 0 notifications.

You couldn't help but sigh as you fell back into the cushions.

"No.. I'm fine, I can stay."

"Good.. Good..", you could hear him learning into the sofa more as he had a hand on his chin. He was thinking, but about what?

"I just wanted to.. Talk about that phone call earlier.."

Oh.

Oh.

The sofa creaked a little. He was moving closer now.

A warm hand slid around your shoulders, fingers tracing over your collarbone lightly.

"Doll, you know I like to tease at times..", his voice was husky and low, you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks.

"Mhm..", you let out a whisper, avoiding eye contact so you didn't have to meet his almost ravenous gaze.

"I.. I just love seeing that damn look on your face.. The way you laugh at me.. It's all quite cute, really, and it's been making me think.."

His other hand reached to cup your cheek, you could feel the callouses and bumps that have been worn into his palms overtime. He stroked your cheek, tilting his head slightly to get a better view of you.

"I just wanna know how cute you'd be in my bed, that's all.."

Blush was creeping up your cheeks at an alarming rate, you could feel your face getting hot, your throat becoming dry and your hands aching to unbutton his restricting polo.

"What do you say, doll?"

You couldn't help but nod, before swallowing and blurting out, "Yes, God yes-"

You wrapped your arms around his neck suddenly and kissed him. Hard.

He reciprocated, pushing against you as his hands were now sliding up your shirt and hastily unclipping your bra.

You gasped, letting out a quick, "Phillip!", feeling him smirk against your lips as he was now cupping your breasts with his bare hands, making you almost melt at his touch. You've been waiting for this for too long, nothing could stop you-

A sudden ringing from nearby.

You both instantly sprang away from one another, whipping your head around frantically to find the source.

Your phone.

Your dad was calling.

Your eyes widened as you answered and held it to your ear, Phillip resting his head on your shoulder, his hand was now on your thigh.

"Oh, hey Dad.."

"Hi, sweetie, bad time?" God, its like he almost knew.

"No! No.. Uhm, what's up?", you sharply inhaled, feeling his fingers tracing up and down your leg.

"I just wanted to see if you were still with Phillip, I've gotta ask him something."

You froze in your seat, before remembering how you had told him you would be here. This whole fiasco was like an undercover mission.

"Oh.. Yeah.. Here.." you chuckled weakly, holding the phone up to him.

Phillip cleared his throat, still caressing your thigh, he responded, "John, what's the matter?"

As he spoke to him on the phone, his hand was getting closer and closer to the button on your jeans. He was grinning smugly as he talked, not even looking to see your reaction.

"Oh, no need to worry, I'll have princess home soon.", before you knew it, the call had ended and he wasn't moving.

Phillip turned to look at you, fondness could be detected in the way he was eyeing you.

"Doll..", he rasped, smiling weakly, "You need to get on home now."

".. What?", you sat up straight, trying to ignore how hot his voice was.

"I don't want your daddy thinking anything... Wrong.. Is happening."

Your heart raced, "Does he know-"

"No, no..", he pressed a finger to your lips, "I just.. I think it's best for you to head off now."

He was lying and you knew it.

You could see the dejected demeanour as he guided you to the door. You could definitely see the bulge he was now sporting as a result of you.

The door slammed behind you just as you started to leave. You already knew he was finding a way to get rid of that. It was easy to imagine; Phillip pacing the tiled floor, cursing under his breath as he probably stripped down to take hot, steamy shower.

Oh God, it's so weird to live so conveniently close to a really hot guy.

You're sure your birthday barbecue will be much more interesting.

[ssreeder]

I saw that other ask about Zuko ending up firelord in LIAB and I'd just like to add on to that my thoughts abt it in the original show- was it just me or did it feel really out of character for Iroh to try and push Zuko into a major leadership role at 16?? Like how did he possibly think that was a good idea, what with all the seriously heavy burdens that it would bring on to Zuko? Not to mention Zuko has had barely any chance to be a regular teenager for a second throughout the show, what with the 3 year banishment and then he's immediately pushed to be firelord.. Also the fact that firelord feels really unfitting for Zuko?? He's shown to not be a good leader. I feel like coming out of a 3 year banishment and awful childhood I don't think he'd want to be surrounded by constant reminders of his abusive father and not to mention be in the same role his *abusive father* was in... Sorry for the impromptu and slightly incomprehensible rant... this is still one of my biggest gripes in the show. Btw your writing is wonderful and im so excited for the next chapter of LIAB! Have a great day :D

Hiiii!! (here is another impromptu & very incomprehensible rant)

I think Zuko would have been a good fire lord if he was given the proper training & support. But I have to say I think it was completely in character for iroh to do that to Zuko…

I enjoy iroh but I think his character is EXTREMELY flawed & his way of helping zuko develop from a young angry hurt 13 year old boy could have been handled a lot better. Yeah yeah he isn’t zukos dad but he signed up to mentor and be there for Zuko so he could have mentored him a little more. (a lot more - I don’t think is was likely Zuko had any growth from 13-16 because he was pretty awful at season 1 and disrespected everyone including iroh and was in so much denial about his situation it was SCARY)

I could go on & on about iroh and his missed opportunities with zuko but I think irohs “Zuko will overcome and he is good inside” way of thinking is what prompted him to plop his teenage nephew on that throne even though he was like 3 days into his redemption (ok yeah it was maybe a month? Idk but not very long). The anger, sadness, self doubt, unhealthy coping mechanisms were all still there - but iroh is very…. ‘He’s got this I believe in him’

Even if it means zukos going to struggle and stumble over himself and work extra hard to try and be a good leader with (let’s face it) almost no healthy leadership experience. (5 minutes into being aangs fire bending trainer he is yelling at him. his idea of how to get aang to take training more seriously is to attack him - yeah let’s give him a fucking country! Yiiipeeeeeeee)

If iroh cared about Zuko he would hang up his tea uniform, take his RIGHTFUL place as fire lord and have Zuko become his crowned prince and start learning how to be fire lord while UNCLEEEEE took the initial burden of becoming fire lord right after the war. But nahhhh let’s invent boba or whatever he was fucking doing in BSS

*deep breath* sorry… I promise I LIKE iroh… I just….. DISAGREE with his methods.

Sorry about my rant anon haha

[tyonfs]

🎀’s pre ramadan update finally!!

okay lol i cant really remember what i talked abt in my last one but first of all ramadan mubarak!!! to preface this very very long update how are you alice? i saw u said that u fucked things up with that talking stage (?) i think that’s what u said IF HES A GOOD GUY GO FOR IT!!!

you probs can’t remember but i think i did mention things about my friend group. okay so basically im just gonna name drop it does nawt matter but my friend emily, we’ve been friends since high school and she goes to a college an hour ish away and lemme tell u she has been so fake. she got a boyfriend and she likes to act very differently when she has one she basically talks down to me because i have a bad track record so there’s that. because of that i’ve grown closer to my other friends from our same high school who go to my college and we’re really close!! one of the girls invited me to her sorority formal and even got me a date! overall im really excited 🙈 i wish we were insta moots or smth so i could show u but nonetheless. now with that friend group it was originally a trio BUT this one girl, gabbi, we’ve been friends since 1st grade and she felt like she was excluded so we became closer and the other girls basically said i was replacing them and it was this whole thing but gabbi isn’t friends with them anymore but they’re cool with me? gabbi doesn’t care bc she’s mature and i love that girly for that. so much!

ughhh relationships. literally nothing i’ve officially gotten the ick from arsal FINALLY GUYS IM OVER HIM LIKE ACTUALLY OVER HIM. so amazing. i feel a lil lighter and a lot better abt myself. i’m about to buy a whole new wardrobe for JUNIOR YEAR. omg literally the time went by so quick i just told u how nervous i was to be a sophomore and now im one step closer to graduating and getting my degree. NERVY.

besides that school is going great as always we been knew im literally a smarty pants. i’ve been into like sza and frank ocean lately, my summer artists luv em SPEAKING OF SUMMER im so excited 🙈🙈🙈 so so excited. in other words i listened to enhas new ish album IT WAS REALLY GOOD. i’m upset i didn’t listen earlier. honestly the only grp i can some how care about is enha because lesserafim keeps on supporting isnotreal and it’s really tiring.

because of the war, i see how palestinians are still connected with their faith and still praying all though all that’s happening and alhamdulillah although i had not strayed too far from my faith, i feel more connected especially ramadan starting. i’ve been praying more regularly and even starting the quran again. inshallah this ramadan will be good!

i’ve been reading ur smau on jayflrt and it’s GOOOOOD luv it so far. how was that spontaneous trip!! give me an update alice i miss u!!! - 🎀

OMG i can't remember if i wished you in my other blog but ramadan mubarak ml !! 💘💘 OH SHIT yes i did fuck things up.... i think hes a good guy but HMM i think we both have different goals for what our first date was gonna be so im on the fence :p

i do rememeber this yes !! this is the one from the last ask i answered right?? you can send your ig if you're comfortable and i'll follow (and delete the ask obv so i don't expose your ig to everyone HAHAH) 🥰🥰 but your other friends from high school sound so much better than emily and i hope things go well with the sorority formal guy!! omg idk why they would claim that you were replacing them :// but i'm glad gabbi took it well and is mature about the distancing !! that's so much easier for everyone involved :')

YESSS CONGRATS ON BEING FREE 🥳 no seriously it feels like divine intervention when you finally get the ick from a guy you like that turns you off him for good LOL also GOOD LUCK FOR JUNIOR YEAR you're so close to being one degree hotter <33 enjoy the last two years of undergrad it'll fly by so fast :') AND I FULLY SUPPORT THE NEW WARDROBE YOU SHOULD BALL OUT

omg i do remember you saying you're into enha more than nct now ! but orange blood was SOOO good 😩 wait i need to know your biases and when you got into them too 🙏 are you going to their concert too?? i went to the fate tour so i don't think i'm gonna commit to fate+ unfortunately 🤧 and omg yeah i keep seeing lesserafim with starbucks like ?? and especially yunjin too,, i wouldn't have expected it from her of all people :/ and the whole argument like "oh starbucks isn't on the bds list" like okay yeah well two of their major shareholders literally make the weapons that the us military is providing for israel and at the end of the day it's just a matter of morals too

ahh i hope you have a wonderful ramadan ml!! i hope it'll be a good month for you to be in tune with your faith more ! also i'm so glad you like the jay smau so far !! 🥹🥹 it's a little intimidating to write but i enjoy it HAHAH also the trip was really fun !! i picked up my friends and we drove to our other friend's place to spend the weekend there and we went to the beach and went clubbing :') tbh the weather wasn't the best unfortunately but we did the best we could 🥲 also i drank so much that i'm swearing off alcohol for like 3 months 😭

[aquato-family-circus]

Listen. Listen I know that, logically, Gristol is probably not psychic; but like we know there are psychic abilities we don't know of or much about (we didn't know about hydrokinesis until the 2nd game, we didn't know about mental connections, and we still don't know how mental constructs are made, etc) and it's really suspicious how much people loved him (ppl who only knew Nick bc he took a letter for them one time were upset, everyone seemed to like him besides Lili's dad, and even Raz - who hadn't even technically met him besides while he was in a stolen body seemed confused when we 1st see him on the red carpet. Like despite the evidence shoving him in the face, he still doesn't seem to be able to connect it.) So I feel like Gristol is psychic; but in a way that like doesn't give him too many abilities but one - something that influences people to want to trust him and makes it hard for people to not trust him until they have a true reason to do so. Like, if he did have a subtle power that'd also explain why Loboto was terrified of him - something about Gristol made him scared of defying him; but he couldn't explain fully why besides the threat of Maligula.

I'm startin this answer off real quick with a disclaimer that I'm not gonna be saying your headcanon is wrong - and I'm no authority on headcanons! Psychic Gristol like any idea like that has potential to be interesting, especially coupled with the game's running theme of fathers/father figures who don't accept their children for who they are (Gristol resenting his father for his weakness).

But with that said, this theory has me thinking abt how Gristol is written and I think on all levels, his motivations & actions are more interesting if he's not a psychic.

If you look at Fatherland Follies, you see it's modeled after Disney dark-rides, and the term "propagandaneering" is used near the middle. Propaganda I think is at the heart of this seemingly psychic ability Gristol has to manipulate people into doing what he wants! Think about how easy it is for people to be mislead and have their minds changed by propaganda in real life, and all the major effects that sort of material can have. "Yes We Can!" is propaganda, "Grulovia is Great" is propaganda, ect ect. His father must have used these tactics to keep people complaciant, and Gristol is just following in his lead. No matter how much he resents his father for not doing things the right way, he's just following in his footsteps.

Loboto being terrified at first did stump me after my first playthough. If Gristol's not psychic, how could be lock up Loboto's ability to tell on him? I think the answer might be hypnosis. Hyponsis iirc is only mentioned as something psychics can do once (Agent Mentallis apparently hypnotized 17 trance troupers), but it's is also something that irl non-psychic people can do, and believe in, in real life! I could swear there was a mention of hypnosis being explictly what happened to Loboto, but I can't find the cutscene I'm thinking of. Despite that though, Loboto's got a lot of layers of Issues packaged up in his mind, and I could see him being a very easy target for this kind of maniupulation. You can even see black and white swirls near the end of Gristol's dark ride, a classic visual shorthand for hypnosis.

The falability of the human mind doesn't just stop at propaganda and hypnosis though. I think Occam's Razor answer to why the people at HQ loved Nick because Nick was a friendly, unassuming guy. As Cassie O'pie described, people have different faces depending on who they're around. Gristol knows that people respond well to "the common folk", so he just does his job and sucks up to people, probably gives them compliments and listens to inane office gossip with a smile. That'd be enough for a lot of people to think of him fondly imo! Never cause any problems and no one will think you could do bad.

We even see that falability of the human mind in every level themselves, long before Razputin comes into the picture. Time, trauma, new knowledge, all these and more can change someone's mental landscape very easily. With full disrespect to Gristol himself, he's not special.

Gristol makes for a really facinating counterpoint to the Psychonauts in that he shows how the brain can be manipulated by non-psychic tactics. Every person has the power to change people's minds, make them do what they want, fix or break them. Psychics/Psychonauts just have more direct access to the brain, and through the story's events they emphasize that direct manipulation like what Gristol and Ford did is wrong.

Lastly: as for Raz not putting the pieces together I think that's just Raz being slow on the uptake, which is a consistent character trait of his. It took him way longer than all the other characters to figure out that Loboto's minions were fish people, after all. In the first game he thought the Phantom in Gloria's Theater was Becky. He doesn't know what an octagon is. He's 10!

I hope this response was interesting, like I said at the start this wasn't meant to discount your interpretation! You could mine the concept for some interesting Issues Gristol Has. It just got me thinking and I think this is a fun conversation to have abt the character!

TL;DR As the old tumblr meme goes:

[yourmidnightlover]

rock

Summary - spencer wants to figure out what's wrong with you, only to be reminded what day it is and he remembers why you've been so distant.

TW: talk abt: rape, recovery, therapy, case stuff; mention of: drug addiction, rape, miscarriage, being shot, death lol

WC - 4,283

!DISCLAIMER! - i am in no way trying to romanticize recovery from a traumatic event or being upset/depressed/anxious. this is kinda my way of getting through my own issues, so please don't think that's what i'm trying to do in any way. i also don’t know how i feel abt this ending since i wrote it so long ago but oh well!

i just realized there are a few spoilers so i'll put *asterisks* around them. those parts are just explaining how the reader's always there for the team.

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you had always been the rock in spencer's life.

mentally, at least.

when he had nobody there for him when he was going through his addiction with dilaudid, there you were. you helped him through it when everybody else on the team acted as if they never noticed.

you were the one that encouraged him to get help, and pushed him to follow through. you made sure he ate and talked to someone when he had his urges again, even if it wasn't you.

you let him come over and cry about what had happened, and how unfair his life was. you consoled him and would tell him how nothing was his fault. how he didn't deserve anything bad in his life.

*and when emily 'died', he went to your house every day. you held him as he felt himself falling apart from losing her. you didn't even worry about yourself needing to be consoled, because spencer needed you to be there for him.

*when she came back you were the one to convince him to forgive her. you talked sense into him. you reminded him how much he pleaded to have her back, and then he did. so he managed to forgive her... because of you and your logic.

*and you weren't just there for spencer. while, yes, you made a special effort to be there for him, you were there for everyone on the team.

*when derek was arrested back in chicago and the team found out about his past, you were the one he leaned on for comfort. you and penelope. you let him cry on your shoulder and yell at you about how twisted a man would have to be to do something so cruel to a child.

*when jj was kidnapped and beaten to a miscarriage, you were the first she told. you didn't say anything. you knew there was nothing you could say that would relinquish the pain of losing a child. so you let her cry. you let her hug you for what felt like hours. you let her grief her unborn baby for as long as she needed.

*when penelope was shot, nobody cared to check up on her after the fact except you. you went to her apartment for weeks just to make sure she was okay. eventually, she was able to let loose all of her frustrations on you, and you took it like a champ. she ranted about how she just wanted to be loved by someone attractive and how unfair and cruel the world is, in spite of how much good she tries to bring into it.

*when hotch lost hailey, you took care of his files. you offered to watch henry and let hotch cry to you about losing her a few times once you broke past his tough exterior. you even cried with him and jack. you made them dinner whenever you could, and helped him look for good nannies to help care for jack.

*when rossi lost carolyn, you went to her grave with him on many occasions. you brought him his favorite scotch, which was very pricey, and his favorite cigars, also very pricey, and tried your best to recreate 'the rossi special' upon his directions. it helped him feel in control of something when he needed it.

*and when emily came back from the dead, you helped walk her through her own grief. she lost herself, and buried her emotions. you helped her dig up her old self, and grow into an even better woman. you even took care of her cat when penelope couldn't manage. you helped emily grieve her own death when she wanted to deny it ever happened, and she was forever grateful for you.*

you had become like the team's built-in therapist when something bad happened, and you loved it that way. you loved being the one the team went to when they needed it. it made you feel as though you had a purpose, which was something you desperately needed.

but when you went through your own trauma almost a year ago, you refused help from anyone. you knew you should've asked someone for help, or at least someone to cry or talk to when you needed to.

the team had been working on a case for longer than expected, 8 days now, and everyone was really frustrated. you had released the profile 7 days ago, and there was still no new information. it was as if the unsub had gone dormant, and you all couldn't bear that thought.

when the team released earlier than normal from the precinct and you all went to the hotel you had been staying at, you decided to get a drink from the bar quickly. you went alone, wanting to review a few of the case files during the process and not needing a distraction.

you ordered a jack and coke, and opened the case files to begin rereading them, seeing if you had missed anything.

victims were kept for 24 hours, filmed, raped, restrained, cut in pieces, and thrown in the trash like garbage. it was absolutely disgusting, and the worst you had seen in a while. the victims were low-risk and most of them had a place of authority.

the unsub had been profiled to be someone who was bossed around by a woman, narcissistic and egotistical, wanted to feel more power and authority.

the problem is, that profile was most people living in the area. even penelope couldn't dwindle down the suspects.

and alas, you had missed nothing. nothing new appeared or caught your eye. you gulped down the rest of your drink and paid for it before packing up your things to head upstairs. you tossed the file back into your bag and began the trek to the elevator.

you were interrupted by something hitting the top of your head, rendering you unconscious.

the team had woken up, and after waiting around for half an hour, spencer realized something was wrong. he had morgan bust into your room, only to find the bed unslept in. you were missing. and the worst part... you fit the unsubs type.

spencer felt his heart drop at the realization he had taken you. and it seemed as though there was no trail as to where you had gone. penelope checked the cameras, only to find that they were hacked right after you left the bar, and then they resumed after you were taken.

at least they had a time frame.

later that day, after everyone hasting to figure something, anything out, spencer had gotten an email. he opened it and expected it to be relentless spam, only to realize it was a live feed video. a video of you. he instantly called penelope in hopes that she could trace it.

she said she could, but it would take some time because the amount of routers it had been going through.

while they were waiting, you noticed you were alone. you knew who the unsub was too, thanks to his baffling stupidity and narcissism that lead him to believe he wouldn't get caught.

"officer johnson! it's officer johnson!" you looked around the camera for a second, noticing something moving. "he-he here," you cried out. "i love you," you said to the camera to nobody in particular, but someone in mind.

you were terrified. spencer could see it in your eyes. he could see the tears you tried not to shed. you didn't want to please him, but you couldn't help but feel the absolute horror and fear coursing through your body at a relentless pace.

"hi there, missus fbi," he teased, finally walking into the frame with a ski mask over his face, clearly not aware that we knew his identity.

spencer told garcia who he was, and she began her digging. officer johnson's great grandparents had owned a farm that was since then refurbished. it was an hour away.

officer johnson had known that you two had chemistry. that's why he sent the email to spencer. he saw the longing glares, the 'innocent' touches, the smiles you would give each other, the longing looks you shared. he wanted to torment him.

so when he began undressing you and you turned your face away from the camera in hopes of sparing some of your own dignity, spencer felt his heart breaking for you. it broke even more when he heard the yelps, and screams, and please, and "no!'s" you elicited during the act.

they caught him before he cut you, but not before he finished the first part of his plan. your skirt was ripped, and your shirt was practically in two pieces. spencer had given you his jacket to cover yourself as much as you could.

you stayed silent the ride back. you didn't even let spencer hold you like you normally would after a tough case. you were ashamed. embarrassed. you felt worthless. you felt pathetic. you felt stupid. you felt helpless. you felt like you were drowning. you felt like you were without a life raft.

you knew you could talk to the team about it, but you felt so disgusted by the thought of what happened to you that you only talked about it in your therapy sessions.

hotch had given you two months off. he wanted you to grieve, and go to therapy, and try to cope with everything that had happened.

and you did try to do that. you tried your hardest to get over it and move past it, but nothing helped. not the journaling. not the talking. not the crying. nothing was working.

spencer gave you a little space at first, but he then decided to try to help you as you had helped him. he went over to your house almost every day, and sat outside your door after you wouldn't let him in.

you knew he was there... you sat on the other side.

"i-i know that you probably don't want to see anyone right now. and i'm uh, i'm sure you feel alone right now, or like you can't talk to anyone," spencer sniffled. "but pl-please just uhm, just know that i'm here when you want to talk about it. i'm here to listen to you when you need me to. i-i don't want you to be alone during this time, y/n. please, just let me in," he begged.

that was normally what he would say almost every night he went to your house. he would sit outside for hours after he would ask you to let him in without fail. until one day you let him in.

spencer felt so much relief when you opened the door, only for it to be smashed when he noticed your eyes looked red and puffy, your cheeks were stained with the tears you had been crying for so long. your cheeks were sunken in, and there were dark circles underneath your eyes that were once full of life and happiness. your eyes no longer had that gorgeous sparkle in them.

spencer vowed he would get them back.

as much as spencer wanted to wrap his arms around you in that moment, to comfort you and tell you that he was there, he wanted you to make the first move. he wanted to tell you how strong you were and how proud of you he was for getting through that. he wanted to tell you how much he loved you.

he wanted you to make the first touch, because he didn't want to further upset you. he didn't want to trigger a repressed memory, or bring back the feelings of what had happened.

but spencer's touch was nothing like the officer's. spencer's touch was soft and gentle. spencer's touch was feather-light and endearing. spencer's touch was love and home. the officer's was brittle, and rough, and repulsive.

"hug me?" you sniffled as your eyes welled with tears again as they had been for the past three weeks.

"of course," spencer slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulders as yours found his torso.

he walked inside with you still in his arms and slowly shut the door. without breaking from the hug, you both walked to the couch and sat down.

you didn't say anything. you just needed spencer to keep hugging you, so he did. he did whatever you wanted, needed, from him. eventually, you fell asleep in his embrace on the couch.

when spencer looked down at you, now sleeping against his chest, he couldn't bring his heart to remove himself from you. so like any whipped man would do, he carefully picked you up bridal styled and carried you to your room. he took his shoes off as well as his sweater vest before cuddling back up next to you.

as if it was a reflex, you cuddled up into his chest when he neared you again and got underneath the covers. spencer slept the best he did in months with you. and you slept without officer johnson in your dreams for the first time since that day.

ever since then, spencer had been making sure you were eating and drinking. he took you to your therapy sessions and stayed over most nights you had asked and he was able to.

they had a few cases during the two months, so every moment he could, spencer was with you. he coaxed you back to your normal-ish self. he watched as that glimmer in your eye began to slowly grow brighter everyday. he watched as your smile came back, and your tears didn't come so frequently.

the first time he had heard you laugh again, spencer had thought he was dreaming. he wished he had recorded that moment. he was more grateful than he's ever been in his life that he had an eidetic memory, because that sound would forever be engraved in his brain.

when you returned to work, you clung to spencer. he had become your tether to reality, and hope. he had become your rock during the recovery.

over the months, everyone slowly began to forget what had even happened. things went on as usual, and the team forgot the traumatic experience you had gone through. even spencer might've let the experience get lost in his brain.

so when it became 11 months and 3 weeks since the abduction, you began to distance yourself once again.

you politely declined going out with the team a couple days before the anniversary, something you never did. you insisted that you were just especially worn out from the case you had just been on.

spencer had to finish files given to him by derek anyway, so he didn't get to witness the encounter.

once the day of the anniversary came upon you, you found yourself feeling sick to your stomach. you couldn't help the tears that would fall from your face every so often. you knew why you felt this way, but you wanted to push past it.

you had gone into the office wearing a pantsuit and blazer, wanting to avoid the normal office skirt you happened to be wearing the day it happened. you stayed at your desk and quietly did your case files. you didn't even greet spencer as you would every day. you gave him a kind smile, but you would normally give him a hug, or at the very least an eager wave upon his arrival.

spencer just assumed it was one of those days where you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. it wasn't spencer's fault he thought this. he didn't even look at his calendar to check what day it was. he just knew they had paperwork.

but he did have this day marked in his calendar. he had it marked so he would remember to be extra kind to you, and do your files for you, and come to your place with your favorite wine and takeout. he wanted to help you through the one year anniversary, but he forgot to check his stupid calendar.

you thought he didn't care. you thought the man who you loved, and the man who helped you through everything that had happened had had enough of your complaining and grievances. so, you didn't tell him about it. you didn't bother him with the terrible thoughts clouding your mind because you thought it'd burden him.

so when you finished all of your case files early, you asked hotch if you could leave early, at 2:00, because you had things to tend to. he allowed you to do so, but this rose a flag for spencer.

he saw you exit without saying goodbye to him, something you hadn't done the entirety of knowing him. you had always told everyone to have a nice night and to be safe before leaving, but not today.

finally, he looked at his phone for the first time all day, only to feel like the worst person in the world to realize what day it was. spencer felt absolutely horrible at this revelation and ran into hotch's office as quick as he could after packing his things.

"hotch!" he exclaimed upon opening his office door.

"go. she was practically in tears," hotch informed him. "and reid," spencer stopped in his tracks to turn and look at the stern man, "please make sure she's okay." spencer gave him a soft grin and a nod before turning around and bolting out of the office.

you had gotten home and immediately burst into tears. you shut the door with your back, and slid down it. you had never understood why people had done that in movies until now. you just couldn't wait to break any longer, so you settled for your front door.

you held back no wail, or scream as you cried in front of your door, your knees pulled up to your chest as you held them tightly.

you wondered why you had to go through that. you wanted to know what kind of karma there was for someone who had always tried to do the right thing to be hurt... and for nobody to even care. nobody wanted to console you, or to make sure you were alright.

you had checked up on everyone on every anniversary of their struggles. whether it be a death, abduction, anything, you had been there for every single anniversary or reminder. and nobody was there for you.

nobody was there for you to hug, or to lean on, or to cry to, or to scream at, or to rant to. nobody was there. nobody loved you enough to care about that.

but then you had to remind yourself that they all had lives.

but the person who is your life didn't even care.

spencer didn't care.

and that's why you truly lost it.

he acted like it was just another day. he acted like it wasn't the anniversary of the day you thought you were going to die. the day you wanted to die. the day you felt your most low, and humiliated. the day you lost all hope. and he didn't remember.

if the man with an eidetic memory didn't remember, it must be extremely insignificant. so therefore, you must be extremely insignificant.

spencer raced to your house. he wanted to be there for you today, and he failed. he felt like a failure as a friend. he hated himself for not being there for you when he knew you would need him. he knew how you clung to him in your time of need. you thought he was worthy enough to hold onto when you needed someone, and spencer felt elated at that.

but now he wasn't there for you. and you needed him.

he had quickly stopped by the store and your favorite takeout place to get the things you'd want. he got your wine, chocolate, food, flowers, and a teddy bear that had a sweater vest on him - you've always loved his sweater vests.

when he got to the steps of your house, he felt his heart drop. as he walked closer he heard the wails of your crying right by the door. he could sense the heartache from the edge of your porch, and felt himself feel even worse, which he didn't think was possible.

he instantly ran to the door and knocked profusely. you sniffled one last time, feeling embarrassed that someone had heard you crying your heart out. you had figured one of your neighbors heard you and wanted to tell you to keep it down, so you wiped your tears and the stray mascara from underneath your eyes and opened the door, keeping your eyes lowered in embarrassment.

"y/n," spencer announced sadly, a tear falling down his face. you looked up in confusion from hearing his voice. you noticed his tear and reached up to wipe it away on instinct.

"why're you crying? are you okay?" you asked, forgetting all of your own problems at the sight of spencer crying. spencer let out a small chuckle at your concern.

"i'm alright, aside from the fact that i'm a terrible friend," he admitted as his smile quickly faded upon seeing your stained cheeks. "i brought your favorites," he offered, holding the bag of goodies in one hand and the takeout in another.

"y-you... why?" you asked, wanting to make sure you weren't misreading the situation for him trying to comfort you.

"why?" he asked in disbelief. "because it's the anniversary. i can't tell you how sorry i am, y/n. i swear i marked it on my calendar and planned for us to take off so i could take care of you. i-i just woke up late and never bothered to even check my phone. i kn-know it's no excuse... but i am so, so, so sorry," he rambled out, already tearing up.

you grabbed his arm gently and pulled him inside before you started crying in front of your neighbors. you took the bags from his hands and placed them on your coffee table.

"i thought you just didn't care," you shrugged as you took a seat on the couch, prompting him to sit beside you.

"y/n..." he sighed as he realized how terrible he screwed up. "i will always care about this. i will always care about you. don't ever think differently. i'm just incredibly... dumb sometimes. i can't believe i made you think that," he trailed on. "i will never not care about you, y/n. i swear it. i will always, always care about you. i will always love you," he froze as he realized what he just revealed. your eyes widened, and squinted, and roamed his face, trying to figure out if he meant the words he had just sped out. "i truly do, y/n. i i’m in love with you and i'm so sorry i made it seem otherwise."

it took you a second to absorb everything that he had said.

"you too," you solemnly admitted. "i’m in love with you too. and i could forgive you... for almost forgetting," you gave him a small smile.

"i'm glad you could forgive me. i don't know what i'd do if you didn't," he relished. "you actually love me?" you nodded with a small smile.

"i have for a while," you turned your head to the bags on the table.

"oh! right!" he said, reaching for the gifts. "i got your favorite takeout, your favorite wine, your favorite chocolates, flowers, and..." he trailed on as he revealed each item. "i saw this teddy, and i couldn't resist," he smiled.

you took the bear, taking in its appearance. it had a light blue, navy, and white diamond pattern sweater vest and brown shoes on. it looked like spencer, just teddy bear form. you smiled widely at the sentiment.

"it's you," you grinned as you took it in your arms, hugging it tightly as you saw spencer nodded with a smile mirroring that of your own. "i love it," you chuckled.

"i would understand, the fur is really soft," he relished in the thought.

"i don't think he'd be as good of a cuddler as the real thing, though," you grimaced. "but he'll do for when i don't have you here i guess," you shrugged with a smile.

"i plan on being here as long as you'll let me," he said softly.

"always," you grinned, setting down the teddy bear and trading him for the real spencer reid.

"always," he repeated, taking you in his arms and squeezing you tightly as if you'd float away at any moment. "now let's dig into this food while you talk about your feelings, if you want that is," he said after releasing you from the hug.

"i think i want to," you nodded. "and spence?" he turned from getting the food out of the bag to look at you for a second. "thank you for being my rock through all of this."

"i'll always be your rock, y/n."

@averyhotchner  @greenprisca  @muffin-cup

[clonesdeservebetter]

You asked for prompts? I don't know if you'd be willing to write codywan, if not one of them separately would be great too. I'd like to see 'you were always safe with me'. Thank you!

i’m super willing to write codywan! at some point i’ll. probably add a link to my page abt what i won’t write eventually, but for now, codywan is a Safe Bet lmao. That being said, as always, this got out of hand, and i hope you enjoy!

(changed the prompt wording slightly to make it work with how the flow of this ended up, hope that’s okay!)

When he first met Obi-Wan, Cody had done his best to stay professional. 

It was fairly easy at first. Though the Jedi had a flair for the dramatic, he was a fairly staunch rule-follower (not to mention order-follower), which led to little to no argument when it came to what to do on a mission. 

After the mission, though, that’s when things began to get complicated. He first noticed it when they were saying remembrances, each member of the 212th present saying names of fallen vode before lapsing into silence, making the mess-hall of the ship almost eerily quiet. That’s when Cody saw him. 

It was only out of the corner of his eye, and it was only for a moment, but he saw him: Kenobi was there, watching from the doorway, silent and grave, mouthing along to some of the names. Cody had turned to look at the Jedi properly, but the second they made eye-contact, Kenobi had simply nodded and walked away. 

It only continued from there. Any moment not spent planning or running the 212th was spent with the troops, sometimes just watching them from the edge, sometimes speaking with them in a much softer, kinder voice that told Cody the general had at least some experience with comfort after grief. It went against what Cody had learned about Jedi: that they were aloof, cold, well-meaning but poor-executing, and all around cold. While there were times that Cody could certainly see that from Kenobi, there were so many moments of warm compassion from him that it made all the chilled moments seem almost pale in comparison most of the time. 

Of course, it made things complicated, because it meant that the general was developing a sort of intimacy with troops that made professionalism harder in the long run. He didn’t say anything about it, though, especially after the night Ghost Company lost more good troops than Cody was able to handle that day, and Kenobi had practically materialized in the commander’s quarters to talk him through his feelings, practically holding his damn hand as the Jedi spoke to him a soft, even voice, not even flinching when the commander began to sob silently into his shoulder. 

After that incident, professionalism could go kriff itself. At least, in the off-hours (so few and far between as they were). 

The final few steps of completely breaking down any sense of professionalism began on a seemingly quiet night with an extremely sick General Kenobi trying to convince Cody that he was fit for duty again, despite what the medics said. His fever had peaked that night at a disgusting 38.9°C, and they had run out of fever-reducers during the major outbreak of whatever had torn through the 212th, ending with their general. 

“Cody, please, I am fine.” Obi-Wan whined as Cody looked over him critically, taking in Kenobi’s appearance: disheveled hair plastered to his sickly pale face by the sheen of sweat that covered the Jedi’s entire form, causing him to shiver slightly in the chill of the medbay. Cody crossed his arms, arching an eyebrow at the obviously sick Jedi.

“Forgive me if I doubt that, sir,” Cody began, moving to the side of Obi-Wan’s bed to gently try to press the man back into his bed “You look like you’d fall over the second you tried to stand without support.”

“I wouldn’t,” Obi-Wan muttered, valiantly attempting to fight against Cody’s action, but too weak to actually get much done “And even if I did, you’d catch me. You’re very good at that...”

Cody let out a slight chortle as Obi-Wan finally began to lean back into the bed, losing the battle between both Cody and the virus. As Kenobi settled back, shifting in discomfort from the heat and chill fighting within him, Cody gave him a soft, reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Get some rest, General. I’ll keep watch.” Cody said quietly, beginning to pull his hand away before it was grabbed by Obi-Wan. It wouldn’t have taken much to pull away, but Cody didn’t see the need to. He and the general locked eyes, and his brain pointed out just how out of it the Jedi was beginning to look. The fever must’ve been taking its hold, now that Kenobi had stopped fighting it.

“You’re a good man, Cody,” Kenobi slurred “You’re all good men. You fight so hard for us, lose so many for us... You’re never sure you’ll be safe... It’s not fair...”

“Sir,” Cody said gently, removing his hand from Obi-Wan’s “You need to get some rest. I promise we’ll be okay, and you’ll hopefully feel a bit better once you wake up.”

“Mhm... Cody, I have to tell you... It’s important, it’s something you have to know...”

“If I let you tell me, will you try to rest?”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan said, and Cody nodded for him to continue despite not quite believing him “It’s- You know you’re safe here, right? As long as I’m here, you’ll be safe. You, the others, everyone around us, under us, I promise... You’re always safe around me. I promise.”

Cody took pause at the words, and he considered just disregarding them as a fever-induced mania, but thinking back to all the time he offered comfort, to how fiercely he fought alongside them, how he joined in on remembrance, but kept a respectful distance, and Cody knew this was probably the most open Kenobi had been behind his reasoning. The commander managed a smile.

“I know, sir,” Cody replied, something possessing him to move the sweaty strands of hair from his general’s face as he spoke (allowing him to ignore another even less professional thought as it crossed his mind) “Now, get some rest. We’ll keep you safe in the meantime.”