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bookishphysicsgirl · 2 years ago

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So, story time, apparently, because my insurance hasn't come through yet which means I am yet to schedule therapy and as such am about to severely overshare and expose myself publicly on the internet for the sake of feeling a little less lonely I guess. Go grab a seat and some popcorn 'cause this one is gonna be a long one - very very long.

This is about my sexuality (aroace) and how I came to terms with it and where I am now.

TW: mentions of bullying (I guess,I don't really see it as bullying but I was told it was bullying so there), aphobia, masturbation (you have no idea how long it took me to just straight up write that word), periods, and general aro ace queer confusion.

But why not just talk to some ace people near you, if you are in such need of understanding you'd turn to strangers on the internet ? Well, there aren't that many ace or aro people around me and the few that I know are not that great to talk to, not because of their sexuality, mind you, but because they make very uncomfortable jokes and are all cis boys which normally wouldn't be a problem except that I grew up around no men and am kind of akward - especially considering I am one of the very few girls in our major, so internet strangers and possible exposure it is.

Therefore, our story begins when I was about nine and going to Adventist school - because it was cheap and the closest to my house, not because I myself was Adventist - when children started talking about dating and kissing, mostly for jokes but still sometimes seriously. When one of the girls had her period before anyone else and got caught with socks on her bra it was a pure scandal.

I couldn't understand it. I mean I understood why people would want to date and be with significant others more than the typical child that age, since I read a lot and I read anything I could get my hands on, and not always necessarily age appropriate books since adults tend to believe all books are inheritenly good for their children without checking the content.

What I couldn't understand is why would anyone be so worried about things like that so early. In all the stories I saw and the books I read the characters were at least teenagers before they started being interested. That coupled with adults around me saying repeatedly that children were being oversexualized and that it'd be better if they just focus on their studies led me to make a bet with my friends that I would never date or kiss anyone until I was sixteen. Best decision I ever made.

So as the years passed my friends and everyone else arround me started freaking out more and more about crushes and who had kissed who and when they asked me all I had to do was remind them of that bet and they'd leave it alone. Sometimes a few kids would ask me things like whether I wanted to be a nun or why was I actually trying to keep that bet, but mostly I could just completely forget about it.

However as I started getting older - at about 14 - my relatives started noticing and though at first when I told them about my no-dating-until-16 plans they thought I was very smart and concentrating on the right things soon enough I'd catch my aunt and my mom having conversations about how "something must be wrong with that kid" and "you should take her to see a doctor". My aunt suggested I might need hormone therapy.

My friends kept telling me about people who they thought had crushes on me - which usually made me panic because I didn't know how to reject anyone if they were right, kids at my school started asking me increasingly invasive and mean questions ( " have you really never kissed anyone?", "are you just in love with yourself?", "were you abused?", "are you afraid of sex?", "do you even know what a penis looks like?") and my mom kept trying to make me interested in someone.

She would try to make me look at scenes that made me uncomfortable in movies and TV, tell me stories about her sex life, show me pictures of famous people and point at random people on the street and say "aren't they cute?", anytime anyone showed even the slightest bit of interest she would practically throw me in their direction. She asked me if I wanted therapy, if I thought I needed hormonal treatments, if I was a lesbian - totally cute of her but a little off the mark - at one point she even took the whole sapiosexual thing that was going around facebook and convinced me that the reason I hadn't been interested in anyone was because I hadn't met anyone who was intellectually stimulating enough.

At about 15 she asked me if maybe I could be asexual. I think she meant it as a joke but I looked it up anyway and lo and behold there was the answer all along. I pretty much came out immediately to my family and my closest friends and was met with the usual "you'll find someone some day", "it's just a phase", "maybe you should just try it, just to check" but eventually that started to die out and they started to accept it.

I guess part of it was that they thought things would change by the time I got to college and to be honest I was still pretty unsure, but when people asked me inconvenient questions about why I never went out with anyone now I had an actual answer which, of course, led to even more invasive questions from my classmates but I tended to be pretty good at taking it in stride.

I think it was meant to be a joke of sorts, go ask uncomfortable questions to the innocent nerd and see how she squirms so we can laugh about it later, kind of how some boys will make fake crushes and pretend to ask girls they think are ugly out or keep ironically complimenting them to make fun of them, because if they believe it it's funny she was gullible and if she doesn't she can't do much because they can just say they were trying to be nice.

But I pretty much had a policy to always smile and be nice to people and answer them honestly even when you knew they were being purposefully hurtful unless you were in a dangerous situation, because a lot of the joke got lost then, specially when it was obvious I knew what their intentions were and tried to dialog anyway. And though the questions never stopped while I was in High School the jokes did. And I kind of even became sort of friends with some of those boys? They asked me to tutor them, we were nice to each other, we talked about tv shows so I suppose things got better.

At 16, even already wearing the label ace, I was finally without the bet excuse for not dating and without it to hide behind I was forced to really confront my feelings. My friends mostly seemed pretty ok with my identity and didn't pressure me much but they did keep trying to get me to "be mature" and say or do things that made me uncomfortable - but then again these things weren't always related to sex, sometimes they were just trying to get me to swear - or making dirty jokes that I didn't want to hear. At that point my mom had moved on to trying to convince me to at least try to touch myself and telling me how good sex felt and that I'd really be missing out.

But even though I now didn't have my self-imposed silly rule and a very close friend who I really liked was actually interested I still felt no need to be intimate with anybody. There was not a lick of desire anywhere in my body, but I was still pretty conflicted. I knew I had never had a crush or felt lust for anybody but I had always loved romance books and movies and I squealed when two characters got together and I loved cheering for my friends in their love lifes and going to weddings - I could go to a wedding every weekend honestly - and I had always generally been a hopless romantic "in love with love" type of person.

At 17 we had to make a seminar about minorities and since my friend group had the only queer people in the entirety of the school so naturally we were assigned the LGBTQIA+ community. That was the first time I ever read about the distinction of romantic and sexual and platonic attractions and I swear it was like suddenly the entire world clicked in my brain and everything made sense. My friend's ears were probably bleeding by the time I finally stopped talking about it but I could be at least a little more grounded in my asexuality. At least I knew I could maybe still have those things I liked so much in fiction, I could still maybe one day not be alone and have someone to raise a family with, someone to decorate for Christmas with, who would help me in the bad days and who I could share good days with. Who could grow old with me so I didn't have to retire alone and helpless.

After that I was pretty confident, I was in no hurry to find romantic love and just kept thinking that if was going to happen it would just happen. But it did get me thinking about my limits. What would I be willing to do if I ever did get a romantic partner? Would I be willing to do it with anyone who wasn't a romantic partner?

I think it is worth it to note that I was reading smut since I was 13yo. This wasn't exactly because I went out seeking for it, in fact the first few times I came across it I was a bit disturbed, I'm not going to lie, but I was desperate to read new things, kindle had free things to read and sometimes those things had undisclosed smut. At first I skipped it, then I realized I was missing plot and started skimming it and eventually I was just reading it just like you'd read anything else. So despite my friends repeatedly attempting to make me more mature and teaching me the lingo I am 60% sure I was far more educated at that point (when no one had actually done anything more than kissing) than they could have possibly been.

So I did know about things and how the plumbing worked, I just didn't know if I'd ever be willing to test mine. One beautiful day, when no one was home and I was 18 and reading I wondered "maybe I could just try doing it myself, just to see if I even feel anything." And I thought I'd done it wrong, because I didn't scream or pant or do any of the things that the media usually describe, so I tried again that night,and the next day.

Soon I found that not only did it help me relax enough to sleep, something that had evaded me for years on end, I had a pretty high libido because I suddenly could recognize what before I couldn't identify as arousal, and it happened a lot, at random times, but one thing I noticed was that it never had to do with anyone. It mostly happened whenever I started worrying or thinking about sex and sexuality itself but never because of an actual person. I dealt with it pretty often, never thinking about scenarios with myself or things like that, just shadows, or colors, or movements or reading something.

But the fact that I was doing it and that I was doing it so often suddenly put my sexuality into doubt, could I really be ace with what I did alone at night? The fact that I was doubting it so much and that I had over the years built so much of my self within the fact that I am ace made it so I was too scared to even tell anyone about my libido just in case telling them would make them doubt me again, make them invalidate me or tell me I would eventually just magically wake up allo. To this day I have only ever told one person I know personally, and that was on a really bad day.

But I did do something similar to this I'm doing now and posted to AVEN and after very big welcome cakes and assurances that everything I was going through was completely normal and that it didn't make me any less ace, which felt like a balm on an open wound, I calmed down a little.

So, this one day there was a kareoke pizza party at my uni and this guy sings Moana and I sing Moana and we start talking about the merits of the translation and he ends up asking me if I wanna see a movie that night after the party (it was an in-campus party so it didn't end too late) and I as the clueless dork that I am started going around asking if anybody else wanted to come with.

Nobody did which I thought was strange but ok and so we went to the 24h room of the library to watch it and for about 2/3 of the movie I was completely immersed, not even noticing what was happening around me. However, suddenly I got the strange notion that maybe he was getting a bit too close. Like he was trying to do something. Weird.

But I thought that before and it was nothing, and I thought it was nothing when it was something so clearly I am not the best at reading signs from people. And like he was pretty cool, wonderful person really, so he offered to take me to my door and I said yes because I am terrified of walking alone at night and in the middle of the way he did a real movie move and kind of went bumping his hand with mine until he could kind of naturally hold it? That's when my brain went "oh crap."

I had until we got to the door to make a decision. I did like him. But the more I thought about the idea of actually kissing someone the more icky I felt but maybe I should just try it and see what happens? Like everyone keeps telling me to do?

So we get in front of my building and he turns towards me and I look up and I can hear my heart pounding and I just go "sorry, I'm ace." And run as fast as I can towards the door. Yup. Left him cold and did a dash and hide. Not my greatest moment.

Anyway I felt very embarrassed and kind of sorry so I sent an apology text and explained and he said that actually he was totally cool with it and if I wanted to he would love to date without needing the whole physical part. And that seemed like a good idea.

I hated it. Every single minute. Again it wasn't him. I like him, we are friends as much as we can be friends without me akwardly wandering whether I'm leading him on all the time. But the situation, it was just the worse. I just couldn't think of ever doing it again. With anyone.

So, yeah, probably Aromantic too. Which was a surprise.

But the funny thing is that if she wanted to I would marry my best friend in an instant. Not to go on dates, or kiss or for physical intimacy but just so we could officially be there for each other. So I guess my platonic attraction is pretty strong. And there are people I see that I just really like the look of, so aesthetic attraction is also present. And I usually know just by looking at someone that I really want to be friends with them.

But sometimes I still stop and go "is what I'm feeling for this person actually romantic? How do I know?". But I guess that is what being aro or ace or really just queer in general in a world that wasn't really made for you is, constantly second guessing yourself. We just need to learn that that's ok and it doesn't make us any less who we are.

Anyway, hope this helped anyone struggling in their own journey or let people who've already been through this know that they are not alone. Because you are not. We are in this together.

Ok, love you all, bye!

#ace #aro #aroace #aromantic #asexual #aromantic asexual #story time #tw bullying #tw masterbation #tw periods #tw aphobia #aphobia #coming out #coming out story

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arlathen · 9 months ago

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being God's strongest soldier and offering to go w my grandmother to visit my great aunt and. i don't know if it's all old people or just my family but ive realized i so truly cannot handle indecisiveness. no one else can decide on anything. endless stream of "well what do you want to do". endless stream of "i do not care."

we went out to dinner. great aunt was eating very slowly. waitress came several times to see if we'd put out cash for the bill. aunt is saying she wants change back from $40 on a $32 bill and im like. how about we just leave it all as a tip. we're going to get change back and you're gonna leave it all on the table as a tip so how about we don't even get change back. ok. it has been twenty minutes since we got the bill. she starts arguing with me about whether it's $32 or $37. i am the one whose eyes work well enough to read normally. im thirty seconds away from pulling out my card and walking up to the register myself to pay for it.

like i always feel bad during these visits because of how easily i lose my patience but no one else in my family will come see her bc they have less patience than i do. anyway I've been laying in the guest room for like 2 hrs because if i don't get some time off babysitting i will die.

#this is terrible to say but. and they very kind people. but theyre not very smart? like to the point where you cant really have a convo #bevause they dont understand what youre saying or you have to restate it in other words because they cant make sense of it.#my aunt used to be better shes declining mentally lately #my grandma has always been that way. my mom jokes that she realized she was smarter than her when she was like 12.#they just talk over each other. rambling in their own worlds. repeat the same things over and over again.#UGH. ive just got to get thru tomorrow and then i can go home.#carly.txt

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ben-talks-art · 2 years ago

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Thoughts on every "Across The Spider-Verse" trailer

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(Spoilers)

I think there is enough footage of the movie by this point to say whether or not this might be for you or not.

Overall first impressions... This looks good! Music seems to be just as good as the first one, style seems to be just as good as the first one, humor just as good, dialogue just as good, characters just as charming.

This basically feels like just more Spider-Verse, and Spider-Verse was great so that's hardly a problem... For the most part.

I personally do have a few very small, tiny issues with the first movie. The first one being that I'm kinda mixed on Miles' voice. Not to say I think it's bad but sometimes I just feel like it could have a little more punch to it.

His voice for the most part seems to be this constant very chill, very cool, very relaxed mood, which works for when Miles is acting chill and relaxed such as when he goes "Nah, I'll find my own way", but other times such as when he goes "Everyone keeps telling me, how my story is supposed to go" I don't know, to me it feels like something's missing, like he could put a just a little more emotion on it.

This was something that I felt during the first movie as well. When Miles needs to be chill and cool he works great, but when he needs to be really emotional, really angry, really excited, and so on, I feel he could go just one extra step to make his lines hit harder... But that's just me.

The second thing I hope they improve a little from the first movie is the action.

The action scenes in Into the spider-verse, whenever they have to swing and jump and move from one place to another, are great. Like the "Leap of faith" scene, that is just a perfect scene, one of my favorites in any movie. When it comes to the movement, everything is flawless. But when it comes to the fights? Maybe I'm alone in this but I barely remember most of the fight choreography of the first movie.

I remember what the fight settings are, the escape from Dock Ock's lab, the fight in aunt May's house, Miles vs Kingpin while the collider goes crazy in the background...

I can remember where the fights are happening and why... But I can never remember what each character does in each fight or how they beat their opponents.

Aside from the "Hey" shoulder touch, a lot of the fight is just wild brawling that kinda starts mixing together after a while. Maybe its because I have the memory of a fish but I just didn't find these fights very remarkable.

Only reason I mention that is because to this day I still haven't seen any Spider-Man media that had action scenes on the same level as the Spectacular Spider-Man show.

I can remember how each fight in that series went because they are all so unique and creative and I really feel like Spider-Verse has what it takes to create the same level of fights.

I really hope this movie isn't just a lot of swinging action and has actual fights in it. The scene with Miles running away from thousands of spider-men looks amazing, but I want to see him actually trying to battle with someone in some creative ways that take advantage of his agility and stuff.

Miguel looks really cool.

Maybe its because I'm a sucker for claws and for characters that act in such a feral way but anytime he's on-screen shoving his claws on the walls and using his arms to run I just can't help but love it. Dude looks like such a beast!

I guess some people might be upset that he's acting like an antagonist but so far he doesn't seem to be unreasonably evil, just someone with a lot of stuff to take care of and a lot of people to manage.

He seems like someone under a lot of stress and I find that very relatable.

Mayday looks adorable. Also, f*ck One More Day.

I'm really excited to see if they're going to talk about whether Spider-Man was born from the loss of Uncle Ben or the Love he received from Uncle Ben because that's a topic I really feel would be perfect to be talked about in a Spider-Man media.

Are heroes born from their tragedies or are they born from something that allows them to overcome tragedy?

I really want to see this theme explored.

Miles' new design looks cool but I think I'm gonna miss his older costume where you can see the traces of the paint sprayed over one of Peter's suits, and I'm specially gonna miss his hooded-with-shoes look.

Designing costumes for Miles must be the best job ever cause that kid looks good in anything.

Just looks at his Ps4 suits. Trying to mix up the colors red and black with a spider theme always ends up in a cool result.

Overall, "Across the Spider-Verse" looks really fun.

Crossing fingers for the action scenes and the topics being discussed.

I don't know if it will be exactly what I want it to be, but even if it isn't, it still looks like it's gonna be a pretty enjoyable experience. Super hyped for it!

#across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #into the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderve #Youtube

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bellepeppertronix · 8 months ago

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"I'm going to turn your hair bright green and give you fangs, the likes of which no other beast has in its mouth!" The Witch shrieked. She raised her hands, and her wooden cauldron-spoon, because witches did not waste time with things like wands; only junior wizards, not yet experienced enough to grow themselves a staff, still twiddled around with ensorcelled sticks.

"Oh, please!" The young woman in front of her said, clasping his hands together. "Please, can you make the fangs very pointy and wicked-looking?"

The Witch was in the middle of drawing a breath to continue her threats, but was so startled that she simply goggled at her, her mouth slightly open.

Her concentration slipped enough that the Glamor she was wearing also slipped, revealing her not to be an eight-foot-tall hag with skin like tree bark and withered branches and roots for hands and feet, and instead as what she was--that is, a small dark-skinned woman, somewhere in her seventies, with white hair pinned up in an old-fashioned bun.

"What," she demanded, "Are you talking about?!"

The young woman had the sense to at least appear embarrassed. She smoothed her skirts (what appeared to be her weekend-best, at that--a sprigged muslin skirt in a butter yellow, and a white shirt waist with little pintucks all over the front).

"Well...you are cursing people...giving them horns and wings and...well, my aunt and my father have gone and gotten me engaged to this terrible churl, and anyway i don't want to marry at all. I want to study mushrooms," the young woman said, very candidly.

The Witch paused a moment to remember whether or not she had cast an Honesty Charm upon the girl, and realized she hadn't, and was utterly floored.

"GET OUT OF MY YARD!" She screamed.

At a gesture, the girl's hair erupted out of the tidy braid she'd pulled it back in, going green from the roots to the ends in seconds. A moment later the girl gasped, and then screamed briefly. And then spat out her four eye-teeth, and touched her lips in surprise as the four new, much sharper ones grew in.

"Oh, thank you madam Witch! Thank you!" She said.

She left a posey of daisies on the gate post as she ran away.

The Witch took them and tossed them onto her compost heap, and went back inside, muttering curses to herself.

The King was a dapper man, with copper-gold hair, and a copper-red moustache of which he was inordinately fond; he kept it waxed and meticulously curled, and would sometimes twiddle the ends when he was deep in thought, and alone.

He stood fighting the urge to twiddle it now, squinting through a magical haze that filled her entire front yard with a deep, gauzy fog.

She was sitting in a rocking chair and stabbing at some embroidery, rather harder than he'd ever seen any other lady do.

"Oh, now the damn blue bloods are showing up. Boy, you'd better get the hell out of my yard, before I make you wish you hadn't come in the first place!"

One of the guards twitched, his sword hand reflexively jerking.

The Witch muttered something out of one side of her mouth.

The guard's scabbard hissed, very distinctively, and the guard leapt sideways shrieking. A moment later a brilliant green snake fell from his belt, and made to slither away into the grass.

"Didn't anybody ever tell you not to play with knives? Let me see you try that again!" She snapped.

"Yes, ma'am. I mean, no, ma'am. I mean--thank you for the jewel serpent, ma'am!" The guard rambled, and then hurried after the snake, cajoling it like it was a puppy.

"I don't know what you're talking to it for! They don't have ears!" She hollered after him.

The King, by now grinning very broadly, bowed deeply.

"Your reputation precedes you, madam," he said.

She scoffed. "This better not take too long. There's a line, you know, and you can't just be all up in here wasting my day. There's other paying customers!"

"Yes, I see; however, let me bring you something that may lessen your annoyance, O Great Witch."

He gestured and two servants brought forward a chest, which they opened to reveal a princely fortune in jewels, sparkling faintly in the weak sun that came through the magical fog.

"And what do you expect me to do with a bunch of shiny rocks?"

"Why, a gift such as this is sufficient for any great ruler! There are lords who would cut off their right hand for such a prize! And I merely want to ask you--"

"Love potions aren't real, you fool, and I'm not going to hex your cousin or whoever so you can stay on that damn throne for longer."

"--Er. I wasn't going to ask for either..." he recovered a moment later, drew another breath. And even struck a dramatic pose. "May i remind you, Madam, that I am the King, the Chosen Prince, the--"

"--windbag wasting my good morning sewing light. Get to the point, or I'll make the rest of your body big enough to match that ego of yours."

His eyes went huge.

He took another breath. "Madam, I am prepared to generously offer you a fortune from my enormous coffers, the envy of all the surrounding lands, and all I wish to ask is--"

The Witch rolled her eyes and muttered something out of the other side of her mouth.

As if an invisible hammer had swung and struck him square in the chest, the King was knocked off his feet, and into the little trickle of a stream that ran just on the other side of her garden fence. He landed in a shallow muddy spot, much covered up by water-weeds.

This was fortunate, because when he sat up, the top of his head was far enough up off the ground that he could easily see over the house.

There were gasps and screams.

The guards stood and stared.

The king, suddenly a two-storey-tall giant, and suddenly very naked, stood up (mindful at least to grab a small shrub from the bank to cover his privates) and gave a little whoop of joy.

"It worked! IT WORKED!" he yelled, and ran an earth-shaking circle around the house.

"WHAT?!" The Witch said.

"Thank you! I apologize, I've quite forgotten myself, I cannot thank you enough! I would shake your hand, only--he looked at his hands, stuck one out to measure the size of it against her chimney, and brayed a very un-Kingly laugh.

Then he turned around and shouted, "DARLING! DARLING! IT WORKED!"

From somewhere high up there was a rumble like thunder. And then a dragon, rust-colored, and with wings the color of amber, descended with a terrific clap of wings, like sailcloth snapping back and forth in a high wind.

A dragon that was exactly the same size as the very nude, very giant king.

The dragon, to he fair, also looked mystified, until the King ran forward--shaking the Witch's little house on its foundation--and crushed the dragon in an embrace. For a time he whispered into the dragon's ear--a whisper that rumbled precisely like, and was as exactly as unintelligible as, a rockslide--the dragon listening intently, their head cocked.

Whatever he said to the dragon, the big creature's eyes narrowed and widened and narrowed again, and then without replying, the dragon seized the naked giant around his ribs and leapt skyward with him in their arms. The force of their wings whipped branches off nearby trees and flattened half the Witch's herb garden, for which she raised one hand and cursed the dragon--but all this did was cause the dragon to sneeze, violently, only once, and develop blue rings all over their body.

In a few short, loud moments, they were out of sight, flying through a cloud.

The King's whoops--not of terror--could be heard echoing off towards the mountains.

"Your majesty, wait! You didn't ask her to make you a giant raincoat!" The remaining guard called after them, uselessly.

"What the hell was all that? I'll make YOU a giant raincoat!" She snapped her fingers and made an impatient gesture, and the knight's armor turned into rubber--remarkably translucent rubber.

Blushing now, and with his under-layers exposed, he covered himself with one hand and attempted a bow.

"Begging your pardon, ma'am--"

"GET OUT OF MY YARD! And leave those damn rocks there! That fool boy is going to want them back when his curse wears off at midnight."

The knight goggled, and then blanched slightly.

"Wears...off?"

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY YARD!"

The guards took off at a run.

The one holding the snake looked sadly between the snake and the Witch, and held the (now docile) creature up. It raised its head like a tiny green periscope, and tried to crawl into the man's sleeve.

"Yes, the damn snake too! Keep it out of the moonlight or it is sure to turn back into a snake again," she said, trying to be ominous.

From the way he grinned at her and bowed, she judged it a failure.

So it was with a sigh that she turned to the next person--a peasant boy holding a the lead to a gray ox's halter, and a wood-axe in the other. He had wood shavings in his messy black hair.

"Your name had better not be Jack. There are three damn bean stalks as big as redwoods already..."

"Oh, no, ma'am, my name is Paul..."

Casting curses and being feared is a witch’s pride and joy. So, why is it there are so many people lining up outside her house to be “cursed” by her? Why is the king offering her gold and jewels for her curse? What is going on???

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writeblr #writing inspiration #funny things #this is Very Stupid #stories #story #the witch with the good curses

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crowned-ladybug · 2 years ago

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For the writing asks, 8, 12, 21 for a fic of your choice, 40, and 47 for a fic of your choice because I think it's such a silly fun question!

Thank you!! <3

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

I don't write nor read songfics nowadays but in terms of inspiration? Rubs my evil lil hands together. I love every excuse to throw songs at ppl

last to fall by starset, bc there's too many fics about ppl kissing and not enough fics about whatever the fuck is going on here featuring something ancient and lonely and benevolent

summer skeletons by radical face, which Yes i Have in fact used lyrics from as a title before, but like. the vibes. gimme fic with these vibes. this is what your childhood friends AU should feel like whether it's about lifelong friends or friends-to-strangers or whatever else

pay no rent by turnpike troubadours, with the knowledge that this song is about the artist's cool aunt so i need this to be Specifically applied to platonic/familial relationships for fic pls and thank you

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I don't have a grand one for this bc for the life of me i can't recall doing a complete 180° on a trope like this, But: fake dating/fake married

Not bc i used to Hate it and now i Love it but more bc it turns out it's not all annoying always, the problem is that every damn fake relationship fic i met for years and years was specifically focused on awkwardness and pining and kissing for practice and then having to make a whole deal out of fake-breaking-up and-

Well turns out if it's instead about two ppl who, regardless of whether they harbour romantic feelings for the other or not, are having a grand ole time running this con they embarked on for the sake of necessity/spite/financial gain/what have you, it can be entertaining as hell. You just gotta write it right. It's not about the awkwardness and the miscommunication, it's about being an impossible lil shit

(The only two examples I had any hand in from the past idk how many years are unfortunately deep in the depths of my DMs with Dima, but trust me. We did it justice)

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in so here's to believing in ghosts, what would it be?

Simply the first fic to come to mind with an actual answer, let's go

It'd be one of the very, Very few times Rafe found Nate, survived the encounter, and the two of them stuck together for a lil while. Because i feel like wherever that could've gone could've been Interesting, but it unfortunately didn't make the cut for the sake of the already bloated as hell scene count and the flow i was Trying to achieve

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I am Big on rereading, both my own stuff, stuff of ppl I know, and select fics by strangers that Live In My Brain. I only started actually using ao3 bookmarks Very recently so a lot of stuff is kinda just lost to me in that regard now, but yes, fics get reread A Whole Lot

47. If i don't know where (confused about how as well) was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

It's like a pair of old sneakers that you really should throw out by now but also keep justifying keeping bc like Technically they're still good for gardening or something okay, yes i know that the sides are cracked all the way down to the soles and the fabric is starting to tear out and some of the rings lining the holes the laces go in have come loose, and you never quite managed to get out the marker scribbles from that one time in class and- okay. Look. It's old as shit and falling apart and you're Emotionally Attached to it bc you wore it for Years so even if you never wear it again it can just sit on the shoerack or in a hallway cabinet or something until it crumbles to dust

Which is fitting considering "true and tried and covered in mud" is also a p good way to describe Raz and Lili's lifelong friendship in general

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#ask games #not art #sunkistjello #thank you!!!#shfhhdnc thats it i just ran out of words somehow

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diatribeofamadman · 2 years ago

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The rehabilitation of the incarceration process.

Prison, an idea used like the Boogeyman to scare children into making better choices? A place that was allowed to be brutal in hopes it would encourage humans to choose to do better? Or perhaps just a place where one human being subjugates another in order to profit? I know initially it was supposed to be a place where you put a bad person that was a danger to other people that you didn't know what to do with (and wasn't deemed enough of a threat to be executed). That's the way it was whether you were a group of people tying someone to a tree, or a fully functioning modern society putting them into little cement rooms in order to remove them from people they seem intent on hurting...

Exploiting a prison labor force is nothing new. It's a goddamn shame we're doing it in 21st century America, but what do you expect? I don't expect any better. But I do expect to put people that own these prisons in their prisons one day. But their prisons will be restructured around the rehabilitation and reintegration of people within it into society. As quickly and efficiently as possible while not risking the welfare of the overall population by Rush releasing citizens. Our judicial system has been designed to strip a person of their rights as a citizen The moment they commit their first crime. This is part of what further disassociates them from society and makes them less willing to be involved or sacrifice for society. It was a practice implemented so that law enforcement could be used to strip voting rights from certain demographics. AKA anyone opposing the status quo.

We have the resources, the people, and the desire, but no accountability or determination. We're a bunch of fat, lazy, delusional, self-absorbed idiots. Notice I said we're that means me too. For all my fellow snowflakes out there. It's within our grasp to have manageable systems to rehabilitate our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts and children. But we have to stop letting people lie to us. We have to stop all financial contributions regarding our legal system. We have to hold people accountable through multilever systems, much as our forefathers attempted to do with a three branch system. I'm sure they knew one day the three levers of power would work together to create corruption absolutely. But I don't think they realized it would have come as soon as it did. And I think most of us don't realize how long it's been that way....

There are plenty of examples of successful rehabilitation for criminals. Norway is a great example. Every criminal can't be rehabilitated or taught to value or live a good life. And those criminals in my opinion should simply be executed. They pose a threat to any and every corrections officer that they will ever encounter as well as other prisoners. Once a person has clearly demonstrated time and time again that they are either so mentally incompetent or emotionally erratic that they cannot and will not attempt to live a decent life, goodbye. However, not under our current system of rehabilitation. Our current form of rehabilitation is a crime itself. And most people who find themselves within our criminal justice system, find themselves in a world that is so beyond their understanding regarding the long-term effects of whatever situation they have found themselves in that they will return to whence they came and continue their shortsighted form of existence. Inevitably returning them to the criminal justice system.

The short and skinny is, the systems we have in place have become antiquated and unaffective. We need a drastic overhaul in regards to how we not only rehabilitate and deal with repeat offenders, but also the things that have led us to this current state of systemic crime. As a California, who hasn't seen a single crime, the news would have me believe I live in Gotham City. Smashing grabs and broad daylight, store clerks telling customers not to interfere, I feel like the Jokers running Gotham and we're all just too fucking blind to see it. We don't need Batman. We need that chief of police from Philadelphia. We need men and women that are willing to use their training and knowledge to be present. And we need to be present everywhere. In the schools, the shopping malls and the airports. We will be present in the House of Representatives and the Senate. We will be present at the theaters and the nightclubs. We will be present because we must be present. Because until we are present, we don't know what's happening and we can't respond to it. It's time to hold people accountable. It's time to hold ourselves accountable. It's time. Full transparency. Obviously I'm not asking for classified documents. I'm asking for everything that happens that should be within the public sphere of knowledge is done so live. No more private discussions. No more private agreements. Any agreement that is an agreement of the American people should be done so with the supports of the American people.

#charity #hope #philanthropy #revolution #science #technology #hate everything #seriously #fuck tumblr #no filters #let's go brandon #what the fuck #$uicide christ

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stitch1830 · 3 years ago

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sukka endgame. I don't understand tokka shippers. Toph is clearly not good enough for him and Suki clearly outshines her in everything. Beauty, kindness, character, etc. Sokka probably meant to give the space rock to Suki, and he also dressed up as a kyoshi warrior for her. How much proof do you need. No man would want to be with her. No wonder Lin and Su don't know their fathers. I've heard rumors that Suyin is a sukka kid and Toph just stole her. tokka is the worst sokka ship ever

Hi Anon, I hope all is well with you!

You bring up some interesting points about shipping Sukka over Tokka! I must say that as a Sukka shipper and a Tokka shipper, I see both sides of the coin and there are aspects to each ship that I enjoy, but it's totally valid if you just don't care for Tokka and the whole best friends to lovers arc that some, if not most, Tokka shippers look at! I also must say that I absolutely adore Toph Beifong's character and personally think she could be in a relationship with just about anyone, but that's probably just my 'favorite character' bias showing LMAO.

And while I find value and merit in both ships, I would say my reasons for shipping either ship differs a little bit from yours. But if you care to elaborate more, feel free to do so!

Beauty and value are in the eye of the beholder, so if you feel that Toph is not pretty enough or not good enough for Sokka, then that's okay. When it comes to Sokka's character, I can see him finding a great deal of beauty and value in Toph Beifong, whether it's platonic or romantic is up in the air! That's part of the mystery of what happened between ATLA and LOK haha. Suki, while she is a fabulous character and a badass, doesn't have as much depth to her story as Toph does for me, so it's hard for me to personally say whether or not Suki really is way better for Sokka than Toph.

As for the space rock, he very well could have given it to Suki haha! Low key that would be funny. He gives the space rock to Toph, but then is like "Hey Toph, I actually want to give this to Suki. Think I can have it back?" She'd probably flick the rock (in it's rock form) at his face LMAO.

When it comes to proof for Sokka and Sukka being OTP, I like to think that their similar personalities and values are what make them compatible and the reason I enjoy them together. They're both warriors and stepped up into leadership roles as young kids, and they value strategy and plans for things. That's where I see great value in their relationship.

As a big fan of Toph Beifong, I must admit I ship her with a handful of different men haha! My personal favorites are Kanto and Toph and Aang and Toph, but Tokka was the first ship for Toph I fell in love with! I'm a sucker for best friends to lovers trope and the typical slow burn that comes with it ;)

And Toph's arc as a single mother is one of my favorite pieces of her character to explore! I think the whole exploration of it is just interesting. Granted, I have my own canon divergent takes on how she was as a mother, but I think that in general, her journey as a mother to two girls can be a beautiful story of resilience and affection, even in a non traditional family unit.

LMAO I kind of love that rumor. Where did you hear that? Would be quite the story HAHA!

Sokka: "Toph, have you seen my baby?"

Toph, sliding baby behind her back: "Nope..."

Those would also be very awkward reunion dinners as well lol.

Sokka and Suki just staring at Suyin, while Suyin just acts as if nothing is wrong when her aunt and uncle stare at her like she's a long lost child of theirs...

Wait a minute...

Lol I mean that would certainly be something if that were the case!

But yeah, as a fan of both Sukka and Tokka, I see the appeal to both! It's nice to explore both ships, but if you find that the Tokka shippers are not the crowd you particularly like, that's okay! We're a pretty small and mellow group now, I'd enjoy all the lovely Sukka content instead. Anyway, thanks for stopping by, Anon! Hope you have a great day :)

......

Send me asks about ATLA, or anything, really! :D

#tokka #sukka #sokka #suki #toph #toph beifong #atla #lok #shipping #my asks #thanks for the ask!#anon #i must say that i haven't really explored sukka as much as i have tokka #but it's cute! ive written about them #and tokka :D #speaking of which i must go write for tokka week ope #taang forever tho #sukka endgame #iykyk

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criminalminds4days · 4 years ago

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Family Matters | Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

Hello people!!

I know I just came back, but school and work are really kicking my butt. I have virtual events, classes, projects and papers... On top of that I have to go to work and I barely have enough time to sleep. I am hoping I'll be able to keep writing, and I already have some chapter written in advance but who knows how my life will be by the time we reach the end of those chapters...

Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week and a good year so far. Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

P.S. keep in mind I did not have time to proof read this, so it might be wonky.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

Word Count: 5.2k

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Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

It was now time to get everything set up for Reid's surprise birthday party. She was still not talking to him, but something within her didn't allow her to abandon the idea of celebrating his day of birth. She wanted so bad to stop wanting to be his friend and talk to him, be around him and hear him laugh, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're gonna let us know your decision soon?" She almost fell down the chair she was on.

"Can you not scare me to death, please?"

"Well stop keeping us in suspense."

"Emily," she stepped down from the chair and used it to sit. "I didn't accept the position, in fact, I told Luke that same day. To help him with his bosses being on his ass I said I would think about it, but I'm going to email them soon to say I won't be transferring. I don't know how Garcia found out but she didn't let me explain that I wasn't even leaving. Then all of you barged in and I just thought it would be funny to let you guys believe I was gonna leave."

"And you've had us in suspense for two days?! Do you know how devastated Reid is? He probably thinks that's why you won't speak to him!"

"That's not the reason I don't talk to him, I ignore him because he's a cheater!" Her mouth closed fast after saying those words.

"What do you mean? Did he cheat at poker or something?"

"No, just forget about it."

"Tell me!"

"No necesitas saber," She said in Spanish. Telling Emily she didn't need to know.

"¿Se te olvida a caso que también hablo español?"

"Yes, I totally forgot you spoke Spanish." She placed for a little bit, deciding whether to tell her or not. "I saw Reid and JJ a couple of weeks ago and they were in a very friendly situation, to say the least."

"Were they making out or something?" She shook her head, and Emily smiled. "Listen, I honestly don't think that they have something going on."

"You didn't see what I did."

"That's true, but I am also not emotionally involved."

"I'm not emotionally involved."

"Sure you aren't." She winked, "does Hotch know you're staying?"

"He was there when I turned down the offer originally."

"That little prick, he's mentioned nothing to me!"

"To you? Interesting." Before Emily could correct herself she had already made her way to the sitting area, setting all the dishes and cups. She looked it over one more time before deciding it was good. "I have to change, I will be back in a half-hour. Everybody should be arriving by then, do you mind just checking that everything is good while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, though it seems rather interesting that you're having a birthday party for a 'cheater' don't you think?"

"It's also weird that you expected Hotch to tell you specifically, rather than the team, things like my possible transfer."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, but it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is, now bye!" With those last words, she exited the building.

She paced her room. She had about thirty minutes before Spencer arrived and she was about ten minutes away, so she still had some time to figure out what she was going to say or do once the party began. She knew someone would tell him it was she who organized the party, and that would only raise more questions about her current behavior towards him.

"I had already planned it, and I couldn't get a reimbursement for the salon." She said to the mirror. "No, that might be too mean. How about, Whatever else is going on, I am glad you're alive. No, that's too nice." She rubbed her eyes, frustrated with her responses, and then, the best idea she would come up with came to her and she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Would it backfire? Most likely, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna try her best for it to not. With one final look at the mirror, she grabbed her keys and made her way to the venue. When she arrived all the cars from her co-workers were parked, except for JJ's, who out of the goodness of her heart had offered to drive the birthday boy. She wouldn't be surprised if Will didn't attend the event, because that would give them some alone time. Absorbed by this thought she almost didn't notice that almost immediately after she exited her car, JJ, Spencer and Will pulled up in their car. When she noticed them she squealed and ducked, but it had been a little too loud, as all three of them turned to her and saw as she very awkwardly tried to hide by ducking next to her car. She sighed and stood up, waving at the trio.

"Dropped a contact." She weakly explained.

"You don't use contracts, nor glasses for that matter." Spencer reminded her.

"No, but my friend does, and she left them in my car, and when I got out, I ended up dropping one."

"Well, it might be time to go in," JJ said, trying to salvage the surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Spencer asked her.

"I... I didn't know I was, it was sort of a last-minute thing."

"Oh, okay." He looked at her expectantly, as if hoping she would acknowledge the date and congratulate him. That was one of the few things that contrasted his serious demeanor, those small moments in which he would just act like a child and have that twinkle in his eyes.

"Anyway, why don't I go ahead and go inside and you guys catch up later."

"No, you can stay with us. I mean, you can be my date. Today doesn't feel like the day to be the third wheel." He gave her another expectant look, hoping she would ask what made today special, or simply acknowledge she knew what day it was. "Besides, we haven't really seen much of each other lately."

"Yeah, life's crazy. Let me take a rain check on that though. I'll see you all later!" She tried to walk inside but he took her arm, preventing her from leaving.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, she's just trying to prevent you from finding out about your surprise birthday party before we get a chance to say surprise." Spoke the one and only Derek Morgan. They turned to find all of their friends at the entrance with amused smiles on their faces.

"Surprise!" They exclaimed and his eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, at the sight.

"Can you let me go now, please?" He nodded and mumbled an apology as he let go of her arm, she moved next to Emily and avoided all eye contact with everybody.

"Way to go champ, you almost ruined it." The woman jokingly whispered in her ear.

"Happy birthday Spencer!" Everybody said.

"Thank you guys, this means so much to me. I can't believe you all took the time to plan this."

"Actually, it was all-"

"Emily! This was all Emily's idea." She exclaimed before JJ could finish the sentence.

"Well, thank you so much, Emily." He said to her. She couldn't help but notice a small hint of disappointment in his tone, but she decided to not read too much into it.

"Yeah, you're welcome." This one said, shooting a glance at her friend. "How about we go inside and get some food?" Everybody cheered and they all made their way to the table that she had set up earlier.

"So my idea, huh?" She mumbled.

"Shut up Emily, you don't need to read into everything."

"I'm not reading into stuff, it's all just out in the open."

"Whatever."

The dinner had gone great, everyone seemed to be having a great time, especially the birthday boy, though something kept bugging him and she wasn't sure what it was.

"So, have you made a decision about your transfer?" He directly asked her once the conversation had died down.

"Are you asking me?"

"Is anyone else considering a transfer?"

"Touche." She instinctively looked at Emily and Hotch, who casually were sitting next to each other, 'out in the open' she immediately thought. Emily gave her a pointed look while her boss simply nodded slightly. "I'm still thinking. Luke made some really interesting points about the position."

"For example, his deep voice." Emily teased.

"A raise in salary." She countered.

"How do you even know Agent Alvez? I heard of him, but I didn't even know what he looked like before this week." Garcia questioned.

"He was a mentor, per se, when I was finishing up my courses at the academy. I ended up going on my first mission as a graduate with him and his team, I was actually going to start with them when Hotch requested me for the BAU."

Everybody seemed a little impressed by this knowledge. It was true she never really shared her stories, and it was mostly because they were filled with embarrassment, but this was work-related, so it seemed okay.

There seemed to be more questions emerging but before they could be asked, footsteps were heard at the entrance, and soon enough, Anna, Tyler, her aunt Becky (Anna's mother), and her mom walked in.

"Who in the-"

"Happy birthday to my favorite son-in-law!" Her mother cheered and before he even had a chance to stand up he was already engulfed into a hug.

"Son-in-law? Reid, is there something we need to know?" Questioned Derek.

"What are you guys doing here?" She spoke, feeling her throat dry out.

"Well, your mom told us it was Spencer's birthday and that you organized a birthday dinner for him, so we thought we would stop by and congratulate him," Anna said.

"Wait, that's your mom?!" Garcia asked.

"Is there something you two need to share with the rest of us?" This time the question came from Hotch.

She turned to the uninvited guests and gave them the fakest smile to ever exist. "Family, can I have a word with you all, outside? Now."

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to your team?" Her cousin asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, of course." She turned to Emily, begging with her eyes for help.

"Aaron, do you mind coming with me to my car. I seemed to have left something there."

"Right now?"

"Yes right now. It's important." She basically dragged him out of the venue, and she took a deep breath.

"Well, Mother, Anna, Tyler, and Aunt Becky," she signaled to the uninvited attendees. "This is my team, Penelope Garcia, SSA Morgan, SSA Jareau, and her husband detective Will, SSA Rossi, and you already know Dr. Reid. Team, this is my family."

"Pardon me if I sound rude by pointing this out, but you seem familiar," Derek mentioned.

"Well duh, we're one of the wealthiest families out there. The Blackwood family is very well known, and we've had our fair share of magazine covers." Anna said with glee.

"Blackwood? Wait, that's your last name, but you go by-"

"ANYWAY!" She interrupted JJ, "let us congratulate the birthday boy and celebrate, let's worry about titles later!" She grabbed her mother away from Spencer and placed her and the rest of her family in additional chairs that were part of the venue.

"So, how old are you turning Spencer?" Tyler asked, with a hint of annoyance.

"Thirty." The mentioned responded. Both of them stared at each other and she couldn't decide if what was happening between them was pure hatred or sexual tension.

"I thought you didn't like older men that much."

"It is of wise people to change their mind." She responded.

"I honestly feel like I am missing so much information right now," Derek said out loud.

"Same." JJ and Penelope added.

"I think I have a somewhat good idea of what's happening," Rossi said.

"Well, as a gift from me and my daughter, here are the keys to the Noire museum downtown. I personally think it would be fantastic for your children to grow up going there every weekend or something."

"Mother!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you, but I can't accept that, it is too much." Spencer intervened.

"Nonsense. You are the only son-in-law I will ever have; let my daughter and I spoil you."

"Yes Reid, let your future mother and future wife spoil you," Rossi spoke, a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Have you proposed already?!"

"No!" They both exclaimed. She had no idea how much more of this she could take.

"Okay, let me get this straight, Reid and you have been dating, and you didn't tell any of us?! How long has this been going on?"

"Well-"

"One year, and about four months, right cousin?" Anna was asking to get murdered.

"Actually, it's one year five months, and six days since we met, but we've only been together for one year three months and 4 days. Unless I confused my numbers again." He gave her a look and she fought the urge to not smile. Sure, she had to pretend they were a couple, but she was still mad at him.

"Reid getting his numbers wrong?" Will whispered.

"Yeah, because of his dyslexia," Tyler said as if it was obvious.

"Of course, his dyslexia! How could we forget Will?" JJ added. She looked completely surprised and kept glancing back between Spencer and her, but her tone was controlled, making sure the non-profilers in the room would not see through her. She couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was at all upset by the situation, after all, if she was right JJ was Spencer's girlfriend. The reminder made her frown, but she soon erased it from her face: one problem at a time.

"Well, this was grand, getting to know each other but I am sure you guys have a long drive and-"

"Don't worry cousin, we made time for the party. After all, Spencer is practically family, and you two are just so perfect for each other."

After her words, the steps of Emily and Hotch made the room go silent. He gave her a knowing look and took his previous seat as well as her friend who gave her a wink. This was going to be a disaster.

"So cousin, you guys hadn't told anybody about your relationship? Why keep it a secret?"

"The FBI has very strict policies, and both agents needed to demonstrate that their work in the field would not be affected by their relationship, and it hasn't," Aaron said, giving her a faint nod.

"Wait, but what does that mean for your transfer?" Garcia asked. Her eyes opened in shock because nothing could ever go right.

"What transfer?" Her aunt Becky questioned.

"I got offered a position with the team I did my first case with. But that's really not gonna change my relationship with Spencer. It's not like I'm leaving the country if I accept it. If anything I would spend more time in D.C."

"Interesting."

"Listen, family, I really appreciated having you here and taking the time to come and congratulate Spencer, I'm sure he's so happy that you guys could be here, but it's getting late and since all of us have to be back in the office tomorrow morning we're probably gonna call it a night soon."

"Of course darling." Her mother winked at her and Spencer as if suggesting that was not the reason the two wanted people gone.

"Before we leave though, we would love to get a picture of the two of you. It's not every day you get to celebrate your partner's birthday number thirty." The annoying blonde she had for a cousin suggested.

"Maybe another time."

"No, I think that's a great idea." Morgan chipped.

"Sure, why not?" Spencer said casually.

Was this man crazy? Did he not understand that their boss was right there and this could cost them their careers?!

She sighed and approached the brunette she placed her arms around his torso as he enveloped her in a hug, they smiled for the camera and waited a few seconds for pictures to be taken.

"Now Kiss!" Anna said and followed by that Garcia and Morgan joined her in a chorus of "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." The rest of the team, except for Hotch joined in, and she made sure to remember to kill Emily at her next best opportunity.

She cursed internally and turned her face, meeting his eyes for the first time in days. Sure, they had made accidental eye contact from time to time in the last few days, but she had tried her hardest to make it rare, and now she felt somewhat vulnerable. He gave her a small nod and leaned in, his lips touching hers ever so softly. It had been over two months since they had last kissed, but she could remember the taste as if it was yesterday.

A couple of minutes and cheers later they broke apart, his hand immediately reaching for hers. She tried not to wince or remove it, but it seemed like an impossible challenge.

"So cute!" The woman said, disgust in her voice. "Anyway, happy birthday Spence, here are some books that we thought you might like." She placed them on the table and attempted to walk towards him and hug him, but both she and Spencer made it clear that was not an option. There was something about her spanking him during the retreat that didn't really sit well with either of them. "You two are just made for each other, aren't you?" She commented before walking back towards her husband.

"Happy birthday Spencer, I hope the next time we see each other it's to ask me about an engagement ring." Her mother squeezed his cheeks and planted a kiss on each one to later repeat the process on her daughter. Aunt Becky simply waved and Tyler gave the couple a head nod before the four left the building.

There was a silence, she let go of his hand rather abruptly and separated herself from him a couple of inches as the rest of the team observed them. "Should I go set up the karaoke machine?" She asked as she tried to navigate the room.

"You should tell us why none of us knew the two of you were a thing," Morgan said.

"Agreed." The rest of the team said.

"Really, Emily you too?"

"That kiss made me doubt."

"Let me just make sure they're gone." She walked towards the entrance, as her mother's vehicle drove away she sighed with relief and made her way back to the table. "All right, let us get this over with."

"Why didn't you tell us you two were dating?" Penelope asked.

"Because we're not." She responded.

"Really? Then what was all that?" Morgan arched an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by her response.

"I asked Dr. Reid to pretend to be my boyfriend for a family event because my cousin kept telling me she was better than me and I was gonna end up alone because I was horrible and-" everybody observed her, the message clear. "Okay, she didn't say that exactly but the intention was clear! Anyway, because he went with me now my family thinks we're a couple and we have to pretend we are."

"That can't be it, please tell me you're lying and you two are actually in love," Penelope begged.

"Sorry, but Dr. Reid and I are simply co-workers who got caught in a big lie because of my big mouth." She shrugged, "Hotch, I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

"I know." He said, but something in his tone suggested otherwise.

"But that kiss though. It seemed more real than it should." JJ pointed out.

She looked at her, wanting to say something to hint that she knew about her and Spencer and that she knew that comment was coming from a place of jealousy, but she decided against it. She simply rolled her eyes, as if disregarding said kiss and made her way to the karaoke machine.

After everyone had moved on from the conversation and had begun cheering at those who participated by singing one or two songs, she decided to take a little break and get some air.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you hate me or something.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then what is it, because ignoring me and barely answering me isn’t cutting it anymore. I thought we were friends.”

“JJ, there are just some things that I can’t condone.”

“Like what?”

“Cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat, I was the first one to the office, so I grabbed the first doughnut. I am sorry if you liked chocolate glazed ones.”

“I am not talking about that! Though I am a little upset about that too!”

“Then what did I do?”

“Are you sleeping with Spencer?”

After those words came out of her mouth and JJ processed them, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh her ass off. She observed as the woman continued to laugh without a sign of stopping soon. “Me, and Spencer?” she asked between laughs, “Have you seen this?” She pointed at the ring in her hand and began to draw images with her hands as if hoping to represent that she was married, and she and Spencer were nothing but friends, she even confessed to her second pregnancy, something only Spencer knew about. But the other woman didn’t really understand, she thought everything was signaling at her avoiding to answer. “You are a funny one! Now, let’s go back inside, I will buy you a whole box of glazed doughnuts on Monday.” She managed to say as she continued to laugh, “me and Spencer? Hilarious!”

After watching her enter the venue, she waited before following suit. The whole scene seemed bizarre at best. Her confrontation had backfired and now she was back to square one on that front. On the bright side, she would be getting her chocolate glazed doughnuts so not everything was lost.

After two more hours, the venue was completely empty. Though they didn't have to go into the office the next day as she had told her mother, they all were more than happy to sleep early when given the opportunity. She had stayed behind to clean up some of the areas, hoping to make it easier for the cleaning crew the next morning.

"Do you need help with that?"

She jumped at the voice. "Jesus! What is it with you people and trying to give me a heart attack?" She said to the brunette.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help."

"Shouldn't you be heading home?"

"That's the thing, JJ and Will got a call from the nanny and they had to go. I was in the restroom, so I didn't know and they, well they left me behind." He looked really embarrassed by the situation.

Don't do it, she told herself. Don't say the words that you're thinking, she urged. "I can give you a ride home." She said despite her best efforts.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

She turned back to her duty and the silence that engulfed them was so awkward she almost backed out from giving him a ride home.

"What did I do?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a profiler, you know? And I'd like to think I'm good at my job. I know you're mad at me, I just wish I knew why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please, I can't keep going on like this. I miss you, I miss spending time together, joking around, and just being us. I really miss it and I will do anything so we can go back to being friends."

"Dr. Reid, six months ago we weren't even friends." She pointed out.

"But four days ago we were."

"Are you sleeping with JJ?" She blurted out before she processed the words.

His face went from confusion to amusement and soon he was laughing his ass off. Great, now both of them had laughed at her.

"Me and JJ? You do know she's married, right?" He said between laughs.

"Not everyone that gets married is faithful."

"You're mad at me because you thought JJ was cheating on Will with me? Why would you even think that?"

"I saw you two at the office the other day."

"JJ asked me to be the godfather of her second child. She's pregnant. And no, it's not mine." His smile grew wider as the laughter stopped as if knowing she thought he was cheating was the best news he could receive.

"Oh." She mumbled, everything making sense. JJ’s reaction, the whole signing, and laughing. The idea seemed so foreign to both of them she couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for thinking it to be a possibility. She wanted to hide under a rock and never come out again. How could she possibly think that the two of them would do such a thing? Now that she had all the pieces the idea seemed so far-fetched she couldn't even understand what led her down that path. "I-I'm sorry, I interpreted everything wrong."

"I'm glad you did though." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It gave me a really important insight."

"About what?"

"I need to tell you something." He said, and his other hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but think this was all too similar to a movie and how horrible that was, and yet how much she wished she was part of a movie in that precise moment. A part of her already knew where this was going and she felt all bubbly inside at the notion. "I like you."

"I like you too Spencer. You're my best friend." She spoke, completely shattering her internalized movie.

"No, I like you romantically. If it was up to me that kiss would have not been as short nor as innocent as it was."

"Why are you being a dumbass?" She said as she pushed his hands off her shoulders. "Quit playing, let's get you home."

He shook his head, slightly annoyed by how dense she was. "Will you please stop for a minute? I am trying to tell you about my feelings for you because I have been hiding them for days and every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hand. When I saw Luke and you, first I thought he was kind of hot, but then I saw him as a threat, and I was dying to punch him in the face. Because I want to be more than your best friend. I've probably wanted to be more than your friend for a really long time, but it took Emily barging into my hotel room and scaring Derek into the cafeteria for me to realize it and now I know that you must feel something for me, otherwise why on earth would you get so upset about the idea of JJ and I having an affair? So, can you please put the pieces together and come here so we can make out in the middle of a salon on my birthday like I dreamt last night?"

"You're joking, right?" She said, her heartbeat speeding up, half of her body wanting to run and the other half wanting to do exactly what Spencer had suggested. Well, it was more of an eighty percent for staying and twenty percent for running.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You actually like me?"

"Yes! And I'm pretty sure you like me."

"I mean, sure, you're funny and a great friend. Not to mention cute, well I guess we have to be honest here, you're hot, like really hot, but just because I see that doesn't mean I like you, does it?"

"Do you want to kiss me right now?"

"Yes! Wait, no! I mean yes! I-"

"Let me help you out a little with that." Before she could ask how Spencer had already shortened the distance between them, placing his lips on her. This was the first time they had kissed without an audience, or as a part of their fake relationship. To prove how real this was, Spencer didn't hold back. First, his hands were on her cheeks, but they slowly moved to her hair, hips, and pretty much anywhere he could find. Hers never left his hair, appreciating how soft it actually was and the fact that despite his immense love of his hair and that he despised people touching it, not once had he complained.

She thought back on her conversations with Emily, on how Reid always made her feel safe. Sitting on a couch with her head resting on his shoulder had felt so right, and the idea of losing him to JJ had made her spiral. She knew that Will's feelings were not going to be the only ones hurt if it had been true. She wanted him.

She liked him.

It was so ridiculously obvious that she had to laugh. One would think metaphorically, but since she can't ever have a good moment without ruining it, her body decided to actually laugh, interrupting what had become a heated make-out session. As she tried to stop her laughter, he looked at her, confused.

"That bad?"

"What?" She said between laughter, "no! It's not that, it's just that I am so dumb. How did I not see that I like you so fucking much?" She continued, her laugh subsiding. "Spencer Reid, will you be my real boyfriend?"

"This has to be the best birthday present ever." He smiled, “but I don’t know if I am convinced by this offer."

"How about I second it by offering a make-out session in my car, and instead of driving you to your apartment, you can stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, please!"

“Is that a deal then?”

“How could I ever say no to you.”

After what seemed like a lifetime, but also a blink of an eye, they had made their way to her apartment. His shirt was wrinkled, and both their lips were read as can be. The small hickeys that he had graciously given her were now on full display as her neck was left exposed. She opened the door and he stepped inside after her, making sure to close and lock the entrance.

“Before we go any further, I need to ask.”

“No, Spencer, I am not a virgin.” She responded with a smile.

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” She observed him, encouraging him to continue. “Are you seriously thinking of leaving the BAU to go work with that jerk?”

“First off, he’s not a jerk. You don’t need to be jealous; Luke and I are just friends. And secondly, I turned down the offer as soon as he presented it to me. I was just giving you all a hard time.”

He frowned, clearly not as amused by that knowledge as she was. “There is something you should know.”

“What is it?” Her smile faded as his expression turned to a serious and concerned one.

“I sleep on the right side of the bed.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said, I simply didn’t want you to feel bad, so I took the left side.”

“Spencer…” They almost fell as she crashed her lips to his. For others, this simple gesture might seem like nothing but knowing he would do something just to accommodate her was somehow so amazing and heartwarming. This knowledge summed by her newfound feelings were giving her the urge to pull him to her bedroom right then and there, but sadly for her, there were still certain things that needed to be addressed. “Before I undress you, and trust me I am dying to do that, I need to request something from you.”

“Anything.”

“Stop wearing tight pants to work.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have a very nice ass, I have noticed. And recently you have decided to use dress pants that don’t let me forget about this knowledge. We need to keep our relationship secret, at least for the time being, and watching you in those pants is not gonna help me, at all.”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You need to stop wearing blue.”

“But it’s my favorite color!”

“I know, and you look really good in it, like really good. It’s not good for me.” He planted a soft kiss on her neck, and that alone would have made her agreed to pretty much anything he asked.

“Okay, yes.”

“Good, now can we please get to business.”

“Never call us having sex business again.”

“Noted, as long as this isn’t the only time we have sex.”

“As if.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x y/n #spencer reid x reader #Criminal Minds #CM #fanfic

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miss-magician-of-the-woods · 3 years ago

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Chapter 6

It's been hours since we left the tribe... I don't know exactly how many hours it was, but I'm no longer able to hold the ivisibility spell like Rose, we know that the moment our spell breaks our aunt will smell us and stop the cart… We would have to be lucky that she lets us keep her in Vesuvia, I cast my telepathy spell to communicate with Rose

Lyanne: Rose… I can't hold the spell anymore, if I keep it up I'll be too tired to cast any other spells

Rose: Me neither sis.... We better undo the spell soon and hope that Aunt Jasmine doesn't fight so much with us

We undid the invisibility spell and the presence cancellation spell, after about 5 minutes the carriage stopped.... We heard Aunt Jasmine get off the wagon quickly and open the back door with force.

Jasmine: TELL ME I'M HALLUCINATING! – I opened the lid of the box where I was hiding with Poppy on top of my head and looked at her with a shy smile

Lyanne: Hmm.... Yes you're hallucinating - Right away Rose also opened the lid of the box where she was hiding, with Felix clinging to her shoulder

Rose: Err... or are you just dreaming - Rose said smiling the same way I was

Poppy and Felix: Dreaming!

Jasmine: ...For the love of the gods.... NOW YOUR PARENTS WILL DEFINITELY KILL ME! - Aunt Jasmine said, running her hand through her hair with an anxious look, but after a few minutes she... She started to laugh at the situation, got into the wagon and held out her hands for both of us - Come on you little brats, get out of there before you two break some trinket of mine

Rose: You... Aren't you mad at us? - Rose said as she took Aunt Jasmine's hand out of the box with Felix carefully

Jasmine: ...Honestly? No, I'm not angry, if I were in your shoes I would probably do the same and take your father along with me whether you like it or not - She said as she took me in her arms - I already imagined that you two would get tired of keeping asking to your parents to come with me, just as I'm tired of this nonsense, you two are already big enough to venture out with me, protecting the children too much only makes them end up doing what you two did, go with or without permission

Lyanne: So... You're not taking us back?

Jasmine: And listen to another sermon? Another speech made about how dangerous the world is? Oh hell no! – We ended up laughing and hugging her

Lyanne and Rose: Thank you Aunt Jasmine!

Jasmine: You're welcome my loves... But unfortunately I'll have to talk to your parents as soon as I get to my store, so they at least know you two are alive, I'll need to convince them to let you two stay with me in Vesuvia for this month until we have to go back to the Zyron festival

Rose: .... Do you really need it?

Jasmine: Yes my fireball, I really need it, now... your magic is low, we're practically at the gates of Vesuvia - She said putting me on the ground, aunt Jasmine started rummaging through some boxes until she found the box that she was looking - We need to disguise you two until I get to my shop and can make a potion to revitalize your magic, take these clothes and hide your ears and tails - We took the clothes and obeyed her using the black hooded cloaks to hide our feline ears and we hide our tails inside our clothes - Great, now come, you better come with me in front of the cart, some items here are dangerous for you and if I don't keep an eye out your mother will ask for my head as a dish main festival of Zyron – We got out of the wagon with her, Aunt Jasmine closed the wagon door and helped us to the front with her – Okay, now before we go promise me you won't leave. go running and get out of my sight! Or the two of you will go back to the tribe taken by the biggest bird I can find in this forest!

Lyanne and Rose: Y-yes ma'am!

Jasmine: Great. Come on Kiki, you can continue our journey - Said aunt Jasmine, signaling for her horse to walk again.

We finally arrived in Vesuvia, the sun was shining as well as our eyes, we had never left the tribe and absolutely everything was new to Rose and I, with every street we turned we filled our aunt with questions, about what it was, how it worked and so on. on. We arrived in front of a store, with a plaque containing the design of a snake clinging to a small pot, Aunt Jasmine's famous store where she offered card readings, potions of various kinds and other services involving magic, we went down the carriage with the Aunt Jasmine and we entered the store, each was spacious, with our aunt's personal touch, calm and comfortable. Our aunt took a basin of water and sat at a table, she looked at us and called us to sit on her lap.

Jasmine: Ok.... Time to face the two beasts - Aunt Jasmine poured some potions into the water in the basin, which in rainbow colors started to glow, after a few minutes we started to hear our parents' voices... . Who were in a mix of anger and anxiety at the same time, talking about the two of us, how they knew it would happen someday, and how they were worried that some human might have seen us and be doing atrocities with us right now – Aaron? Carolyn? Can you hear me? – We could see the two of them immediately stopping what they were doing and running towards the direction of our aunt's voice

Aaron: Jasmine?! For Zyron's sake, tell us they're with you!

Jasmine: Yes bro, they are with me, they came hidden in my carriage and I only noticed their presence when I practically arrived in front of the gates of Vesuvia

Carolyn: Did you get hurt?! Has any human seen you?!

Jasmine: They're fine Carolyn, I put disguises on both of them and we're now in my shop – Aunt Jasmine pulled us closer showing us so our parents could see us

Rose: Hi mom...

Lyanne: Hi Dad...

Aaron: ..... Are you guys really okay?

Lyanne and Rose: Yes...

Aaron: Great... YOU TWO ARE GROUNDED UNTIL YOU TWO CREATE FACE WRINKLES!!!

Lyanne and Rose: WHAT?!?!?!

Carolyn: You heard your father! What were they thinking running away from the tribe just like that?! What if a human saw both?! I don't even know which punishment I'm going to go with but you can bet your asses they won't get out of it until they're graying!

Lyanne: .... WE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE, ALRIGHT?! – I said, already starting to cry, I felt Rose holding my hand in an attempt to calm me down – THIS IS EXTREMELY FRUSTING FOR THE TWO OF US! All our lives we obeyed every command of the two of you, and it hurt to hear your adventures in the human world with Aunt Jasmine and the adventures of the other adults! We didn't want to run away ok?! But we didn't see another alternative!

Rose: We asked your permission several times so that we could go with Aunt Jasmine's supervision and it was always no after the other... I don't even know how many nights we spent awake reading the books that Aunt Jasmine brought, looking at the images of distant cities and places that you yourselves said you had already visited and we wish from the bottom of our hearts... to be able to go to those places with the two of you! We know that you guys are only concerned about us and we can't imagine how many lives were lost in the past because of humans

Lyanne: But don't you think it's time to stop trapping us in the tribe like we were birds trapped in a cage? Can't you guys at least give us a chance this time to prove that you two can trust on both of us? Please mom... Please dad... We can't take it anymore

Carolyn and Aaron: ..... – The two sighed after hearing us, looked at each other and then looked again at the two of us

Carolyn: We didn't know it was being this painful... But we didn't plan on keeping you two here, when you reached your adulthood we would let you both go with your aunt

Jasmine: So why didn't you both sit down and say that?

Aaron: Because it wouldn't matter.... The two of them would probably get tired of waiting and do exactly what they did today at some point.... One month, you two will stay with your aunt in Vesuvia for a month, don't leave the field of her vision, don't call the attention of humans, don't mention where you two or you aunt came from, your aunt will be responsible for both of you and if I get to know you two disobeyed or caused some trouble, I don't care how, but both of you will return home even they're carried by a bear! Do you two understand me? – We couldn't believe what we were hearing, we started to smile so much that I think we'd end up with a cramp in our face.

Lyanne and Rose: YES SIR!

Carolyn: Jasmine, teach the two of them to use your spell to look like humans, Lyanne don't use your super strength on humans at all! They are fragile... It can end up killing, and Rose that goes for you too! Don't use your compulsion power on humans, one might end up noticing and drawing unnecessary attention to our race, do you understand me?

Lyanne and Rose: Yes ma'am!

Carolyn: Alright... Jasmine, please protect my girls

Jasmine: I would give my life for these two, no need to worry

Aaron: When it comes to these two? yes we need.

Jasmine: All right, now go rest! You guys are too stressed, I will always be in contact with you, I promise

Aaron: Right.. – Our father broke the connection from the spell letting the water return to normal

Jasmine: ... You two are pretty lucky huh? - Said our aunt laughing a little - So? Ready for your first adventure

Lyanne: Absolutely!

Rose: We were born ready!

Jasmine: That's how I like it! Now let's start.

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This is a really cool concept. I don't know if you made it yourself or found a similar event, either way, it's cool.

Anyway, my main HxH f/o ship thing is a mix of platonic and familial with Gon and Killua (I'm only 2 years older than them but I will protect them with my life 😤)

personality: personality wise, both myself and others have seen similarities between me and Tanjiro Kamado. Mainly the strong will to protect the people I care about, as well as the sort of comforting presence that makes it easy for others to talk to you, even if they're strangers.

I can also be pretty hot-headed when it comes to overly whiney people and people that put others down for the sake of it.

appearance: I think I have a pretty plain appearance, atleast compared to others I know. I have dyed black hair (originally brown) that I've finally managed to grow out so it reaches my lower back. My eyes are lightish brown, what colour exactly? No clue. I'm also pretty tall (you're still taller than me and I'll pretend I'm not salty about it), last time I checked I was 5'9 and a bit. My clothing style only really has three versions, a homeless person, a wine aunt, and a stereotypical white girl.

likes: not sure if this is a like or Hobbie, but just going on hikes, whether they be in the forest or up a literal mountain, I'm down, though I think it's more for the view than the actual exercise. I also enjoy biology and chemistry a bit too much that it sometimes concerns my teachers with how much I know about it, especially about biology (I'm not weird, I swear).

dislikes: easy subject, loud and constant noises like doors slamming or someone tapping a pen (I have misophonia). I also have a vendetta against both canned spaghetti and beans of any kind, I don't know why, but whenever I see either I'm just instantly fuming.

pronouns: she/her, sometimes she/they.

hobbies: digital drawing, reading (usually horror, psychological, or scientific), and when I'm not feeling lazy, sports (volleyball and running are the only two I'm good at)

And lastly, the kind of relationship I imagine myself having with the two is completely different for both.

With Killua, it'd be the kind where you walk around the mall or town with them without an actual plan in mind, while judging different stores or people's tastes in different things, mainly fashion.

Gon on the other hand, it'd be a more adventurous sort of relationship, not an over-the-top, outside 24/7 kind, but definitely one that goes from "I dare you to try this really spicy candy!" To "if I fall from this 50 foot tree, you'll catch me, right?" In a single day. Basically lighthearted with possible dangerous undertones.

This is getting long and I'm out of ideas so I hope this is enough. I hope you have a great day or night :)

why thank yeww anon 😌 I thought of the idea a while back lol. YUP dw its more than enough so thank you for that !! I did these separate bc I think thats what u wanted (?) but if u wanted these together ahhh im sorry !! have a great day or night too :))

characters: gon + killua

Event post: here

Gon

- There’s never a dull moment when you and Gon are together. Seriously, you guys just match and fuel each other’s energies so well that it’s always a fun time whenever you’re together. Sometimes this could be for the better.. or for the worst though, given that you guys can get yourselves into some situations at times.

- Assuming that you guys both lived on Whale Island, everyday was practically your own adventure!! For example, one thing you guys often loved doing was exploring and hiking through the forest. Even though Aunt Mito often warned you guys to be careful, let’s be honest, her advice was probably the last thing you had on your mind since you were too invested in your adventures.

- There was this one occasion where you and Gon were on your daily walks through the forest, and then you both saw this giant freaking tree (anddd queue your mutually dumb decision).

“Whoever climbs to the top of this tree first wins!” you guys both shout at the same time as you then begin the race.

- After a few TIRESOME minutes of climbing, Gon managed to win with his agility and determination!! It was a fair race so to so, and luckily you made it only a few seconds after him. The only problem? How the hell were you guys going to get down..? Let’s just say that Aunt Mito may or may not have been looking for you and Gon since you guys have been gone for so long (expect some slight scolding from her too). Was there a probability that you guys would do it again in the future? Oh absolutely.

- Another thing that makes you and Gon such a great duo is your likeness in wanting to protect for your loved ones. You guys are very similar with the fact that you both deeply care about the ones you love. This, of course, applies to the way you feel about each other. If anything bad ever happened to you, Gon wouldn’t know what the hell to do. You’re like his other half, and he just cares about you so so much (and obviously vice versa).

- Piggybacks are such a common thing he asks from you. With the obvious height difference, Gon sometimes can’t help but to ask.. But listennn, you don’t know how happy he’ll be if you actually accept to do it.

Killua

- Now to contrast you and Gon’s much more excitable friendship, you have a much calmer one with Killua (but still just as fun of course).

- I can imagine you guys going to random stores or thrift shops you’ve never been to, just to try on and buy whatever catches your eye. Sometimes during these trips, you and Killua will even challenge each other to make a random outfit. Whoever makes the best outfit under a certain time limit wins! The prize? Nothing much, one of you’s will just have the bragging rights, that’s all!

- You guys are just literally running around the store while people are lowkey looking at you as you’re trying to hunt through the racks to find a nice outfit. If you guys see the same piece of clothing that you want for your outfit, you already know you’re racing whether who can take it first!!

“Killua.. let go of the shirt because saw I found it first,” you say playfully as you try and take it from him.

He then gave a teasing response,“Well I was the one who grabbed it first. Guess, you gotta be faster than that, old lady.”

“Old lady? I’m literally only two years older than you”

- Anyways, Killua is not giving over that shirt.. But it’s alright because you found a MUCH cooler shirt later on. After more of your running around you decide to finally head over to the fitting rooms to try on the outfits. Once you were done trying on the clothes and stepped right out, you and Killua both had to admit that y’all each did a good job. Though the winner might’ve been hard to decide, Killua forfeited and gave the win to you (it was your cool shirt that won it for you ;)).

- Killua always enjoys those little spontaneous trips to the mall or throughout the town. Sometimes you guys go early in the morning, and sometimes you go late at night (it’s always much more fun at night)! You guys always end up having so much fun even though you almost never have an actual plan. There are also times where Killua insists to bring Alluka along! She loves you just as much as Kil does (platonically speaking of course)!! Not only that, but she just lovesss the mall, too, so it’s always a fun time with the three of you’s together.

#HA SHORT /j #I was 5'9 in 7th grade flex #300 followers event #killua #gon #f/o

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