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ilostyou · 7 months ago
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okay. for the love of god and everything good in this world if you’re posting about ttpd spoilers at least have the decency to tag them xo thanks
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sopfiista · 7 months ago
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FOUND FAMILY
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I literally love this show and am low key obsessed. Then I thought about writing something cute abt Mob. NOTHING SEXUAL CUZ THAT BOY IS LIKE THIRTEEN
Mob didn’t have those special family friendships. Sure, he had his actual family, but he yearned for an actual friendship that made you comfortable with.
He guessed Reigen was one… but he was more like a teacher, not a family member.
There was you, of course, but Mob never really thought you liked him. You hung out with him a lot, but you were mech more popular and charismatic than him. You probably didn’t even see him as a close friend.
Today was like any other day after school. You had your little after school classes and he had his body-fitness club. Like usual, you would wait for him after your class by the exit, texting on your phone or chatting with a few friends.
Today you were by yourself, which made Mob feel a lot better. He liked it when it was only you and him.
You seemed to notice him before he could call out to you, looking up and smiling.
You shoved your phone into your pocket and jogged up to him.
“Hey mob!” You said, giving him your toothy grin, like usual.
“Hi…” he said, giving you a tiny smile.
“How was class?” You asked, making conversation.
“It was okay… I’m just a bit tired…” he sighed, flattening his messed up hair a bit. You laughed behind your hand.
“That club does that to ya,” you said, shrugging, “can I tell you about my club?”
Mob nodded. He liked your voice, so he let you talk.
“Well, my book club started a new book, which is really exciting!” You said, beaming at him, “I don’t remember the book… but it’s about some wizard boy or whatever… it’s really good though!”
You went on about the book, also informing him about some drama going on between your two friends and some other things.
A warm blanket of comfort washed over him as he listen to you talk, making sure to stay slow so the walk would finished later.
“- and yeah,” you sighed, “and that Tanaka girl is still asking me to ask you about your brother,”
Mob hummed, nodding. He had put his hands into his pockets, fingers gripped around his phone. He was a bit jealous of what she had said…
“But I told her no. Like straight up! You told me to stop being so nice a be a bit straightforward… so I did!” You laughed, shaking her head, “so thank you for the advice. If she comes up to you, you say no, okay?”
Mob hummed, nodding.
“Yeah…” he said, knowing he would do the complete opposite. He hated being rude to people and making them sad.
“Tell me about your day,” you said, turning to him.
Mob looked over at you, a bit shocked. “Uhm… well…” he said, thinking, “nothing has happened recently… I took off work today, somehow, but that’s about it.”
You hummed.
“Yeah… your boss has always seemed a bit shady to me…” you mumbled, “but, if you’re happy, then that’s all that matters!”
Mob stayed silent, feeling his chest bloom in happiness. He had been told that by a few people, but not many. Usually it was Reigen, who would say it half-heartedly.
But yours was genuine.
Mob just looked at you, standing still. You had stopped, asking if he was okay. He was. He was very okay.
He had found someone who never judged him. Someone who would defend him without him there. Someone he could trust completely.
He had finally found his family.
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corpseidol · 7 months ago
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Hola, I'm back for more food. Can I request a poly sbg (again.) with a fem reader who is like Wonyoung from Ive (and she's an undercover singer and they all find out because they searched up her group name because they heard people *cough cough *Barron* talking about her (yummy)
BEHIND AN IMAGE
author’s note : i dont think wony knows how to play guitar expertly but let’s ignore that ok? (IM SO SCARED THAT THIS IS COMPLETE ASS)
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concept : sbg with fem!reader similar to wonyoung
genre : fluff, little angst, hcs + drabble
content : fem!reader, mild use of curse words, reader is a kpop idol!!
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small hints
⠀ › ���aiden most likely found notepads and random papers with song lyrics when he visited you
⠀ › ⠀ben has heard your singing voice, but you never revealed that you were a famous singer. you have sung for him a few times.
⠀ › ⠀ben blushes when you compliment his plays on the guitar
⠀ › ⠀the whole group has heard you humming and singing a few lyrics when they play songs but the only people who’ve heard you sing a whole song was most likely ashlyn and ben
⠀ › ⠀when taylor hears your singing, she suggested you should become a singer (you couldn’t help but giggle at that)
⠀ › ⠀tyler falls asleep listening to your singing but he’d never openly admit that
⠀ › ⠀you have karaoke with taylor
⠀ › ⠀logan did karaoke with you and taylor (him and soft music would be adorbs)
⠀ › ⠀ben would eventually find out about the notepads that aiden found and would find them fascinating when he reads them
barron
⠀ › ⠀has put you in many situations where you could get exposed
⠀ › ⠀you’ve had many fights exchanging that you would both leave each other alone just for barron to do something and bother you again
⠀ › ⠀claims that he won’t hold anything against you at the end of the fight but literally has tons of stuff kept to himself when he wants to do something you clearly will not enjoy
⠀ › ⠀barron genuinely believes you don’t trust the group and holds it against you very much
⠀ › ⠀doesn’t exactly “bully” you for it. he holds pride that he has a classmate who’s an idol, however, has disrespected your boundaries multiple times.
finding out
⠀ › ⠀barron’s loud ass and terrible lying. that’s basically it.
⠀ › ⠀when the group saw your situation with barron, tyler was going to step up until they started overhearing about some career (he figured he would talk more about it later. first he had to get rid of the trash!)
⠀ › ⠀ashlyn : honestly started connecting all the dots (at first she told herself “i won’t be surprised if she turns out to be a singer” but she’s slightly surprised honestly
⠀ › ⠀taylor : had to process it for a few minutes before going like “can you do a high note?”
⠀ › ⠀aiden : “that’s what the notepads were for.” honestly shocked but not shocked at the same time. prob would start to encourage you to do a high note along with taylor. (would also look at some concept pics of you and just show ben.)
⠀ › ⠀tyler : questioning his life. has no idea what emotion he’s feeling. no idea how to express it. just standing there with a funny look on his face.
⠀ › ⠀logan : surprised but totally hyped about it, finds it cool.
⠀ › ⠀ben : surprised but not in a “woah!! i would’ve never thought about that!!” or “what.. what the fuck..” type of way. more in a “wow.” then a pause “awesome.”
extras
⠀ › ⠀ben is slightly envious of you. he thinks of his childhood when he hears you sing.
⠀ › ⠀i’m not sure if lily was alive/able to remember when ben was still able to sing since she seems wayyy younger. if that’s the case then she would still see ben in you. she likes to think that you’re ben’s lost voice.
⠀ › ⠀after finding out, ashlyn would love to watch you dance practice
⠀ › ⠀the group teases you about anything related to aegyo
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ashlyn
“i didn’t think you could do that first try.” ashlyn stared, watching you stretch your body similarly to the way she does it herself. “there’s a lot more than this i could do.” you softly replied, getting up from your position.
the twins
taylor and tyler were on your sides, their head on your shoulders as you sung a soft tune. tyler was trying hard not to fall asleep but closed his eyes for a few minutes, relaxing against you. taylor smiled at this, intertwining your hands with hers “your voice is still beautiful as ever.” she complimented. you rubbed your thumb gently against hers as acknowledgment, continuing to sing.
logan + ben
you hummed a gorgeous tune, walking around with ben’s hand wrapped in yours. logan was tending to his plants while you listened to ben’s music with him. to not leave out logan, you began to sing along to the lyrics.
ben (ft. taylor)
as ben watched you perfectly sing your part in the karaoke with taylor, he stared at you with admiration, and, at the same time, gloom. a thought popped in his head that if he never lost his voice, he could be able to sing along with you. he pushed away those thoughts, clenching his pants as he tried to keep a smile on his face.
aiden
“i think you looked rad here.” aiden said, holding up his phone in front of you. you giggled softly “i loved that concept.” you admired the picture. aiden continued to scroll through pictures of you. at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder about how you never told the group. so did the others.
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astralnymphh · 9 months ago
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I just got on and saw what’s been happening and bro…I’m glad people are talking about it. Mostly about the smut, inclusivity, Palestine, and the fetishization of trans people.
Reading smut is so underwhelming like it seems like that’s all what people write these days. Like I need ANGST! I need to CRY! I need SLOW BURN AND PLOT….
And to be honest, I personally feel like some writers purposely list the reader’s physical descriptions as being white… like damn you know multiple people are going to come across your shit. I would get annoyed asf when I see something like “she touched your soft pale flushed skin” BITCH- 💀 don’t piss me off 😒🦶🏽
I won’t speak too in depth about the fetishization of trans people in fanfics because I’m not trans and I don’t want to say anything inaccurate BUT I will say it’s so disturbing and off putting seeing shit like that and seeing how people are sexualizing trans people more than treating them like regular humans…I also came across that ‘femcel’ series and🧍🏽‍♀️erm… no.
I appreciate the account who made the post discussing how the word trans and the f word are completely different. I didn’t even know that word was derogatory and it shocked me... I hope that account takes it down and they educate themselves or something cause 🙁👎🏽
yes pook YES smut can be underwhelming and so overdone. we definitely need more angst/fluff.. or just PLOT in general. no, i'm not saying don't write it at all (incase anons twist my words, cause.. they're good at that.) i'm just saying that it would be nice to see some fully fleshed out pieces with emotion and storytelling. i have something in the works though, that encompasses all genres (fluff/smut/angst) so, there's that!
people will so clearly write the whole petite pale white girl bs like "ur delicate small hand" or the fuckass "doey eyed and blushing cherub red" like NEVER portray reader so specifically unless you're going to specify it in the cw!!!! do whatever for ellie's white ass but for the love of gods and goddess BE AWARE OF READER AS A SPOT TO FILL, NOT AN OC!!!! idk how else to describe what i just said. but. it is said. so it. yeah. that whole delicate small petite thing kinda trickles into writing childlike readers too but. thats a whole nother discussion. no clue if i ever used that phrasing in the past tho i have no bold memories of my writings in detail.
i think people will listen to anybody but trans people who are actively calling it fetishization, like. all the mfs arguing with them say "trans and f💀ta aren't the same!" yeah. they aren't. cause one is like, a genuine, flesh and bone person.. with a whole story.. and feelings.. and experiences.. and one is.. fetishization. how many times do trans people have to repeat that? bet most of the people trying to argue against it aren't even trans.
the whole thing about authors "flooding" the tlou tag with palestine posts is also dumb as fuck. is scrolling a bit too taxing on your poor smut-guzzling thumbs?? ur scrolling over big booty fics, i think you can scroll a little further past those posts if you're really that much of a basement dwelling fuck that's sitting comfortably in their homes while a genocide is happening. out here sobbing cause people are spreading awareness. eat my bum bum booty. ++ also add-on cause we're holding writers accountable for ignoring a strike (different than not knowing at first) but there's also the artists!! they're there too.
anons r gonna come into my inbox abt all this but i'm not even gonna answer like, don't waste your time. im not reading all that. especially coming from an ANON 💀
me when
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oinkinpigprince · 5 months ago
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could you do reader that tries really hard to be edgy but is actually an absolute loser x charlie? feel like some funny hyjinks would ensue between those 2
Omg, this is so funny. I’m imagining reader as some emo
Charlie x edgelord reader
You’re a walking shock humor post come to life. Saying absolutely edgy and vile things just to seem cool but you’re such a dweeb, and Charlie has never been more revolted and in love.
Charlie thinks some of the stuff you say is really funny, even if you don’t intend it to be. You talk about gutting people and how you’re a secret psycho killer while he has to order for you, it never fails to make him laugh
And he’ll let you know this. He teases you every time he orders for you or does something you’re too scared to do. Charlie will always give you a hard time and say “well if you’re such an unfeeling person, why don’t you just go ask for it yourself?” “THIS IS DIFFERENT!!”
Sometimes people think you’re serious, he has had to de-escalate so many situations cause you threaten to beat someone’s ass and they thought you were serious. We all know he’s a master of de-escalating so you’ve been shot at, a lot
Or they try and give you actual mental health stuff, and you just have to awkwardly sit there while Charlie’s dying behind you as this sweet person tells you all this encouraging shit like “help it always out there”.
You bought a knife once and was showing off to Charlie, right? You were doing some tricks and he warned you not to fuck around and you said “don’t worry, I’m a killer.” And then sliced your hand open trying to catch it. You were crying like a baby while Charlie wrapped your hand
Often when you try and be deep and philosophical Charlie just cringes really hard and rolls his eyes. It’s endearing and painful to him. Your poems are even worse, he’ll listen to them every time and sit there with a stone cold face trying not to laugh as you go on about the ‘darkness in your soul’
Charlie calls you emo, even if you aren’t emo. It pisses you off to no end and he loves it, you get all pouty and go “I’m not fucking emo!!” “Dude you’re totally fuckin emo, look at this shit”
Sometimes he goes to hard with the teasing and you’ll genuinely feel hurt, he has to swallow his pride, no matter how right he is that you’re emo, and apologize to you. You always forgive him, cause he is right.
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circular-bircular · 4 months ago
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sorry i just had an epiphany i think everuone already knows this but like. for AGES i have had issues with syscourse. ive always wondered why anti or pro endos wouldn't listen to the other side even when they're agreeing on something and ive always wondered why people think pro endos are grooming the other side and why people think anti endos are fascistic but its literally all just ignorance and closed-mindedness. and resistance.
i think there's this deep fear of looking at the other side and agreeing with them and this deep fear of being wrong and this deep fear of things you don't understand.
i think peopke genuinely have trouble putting themselves in eachother's shoes. especially since they're so scared of the other side being right. so they don't listen. an anti endo could be the most pri endo antuk endo in existence (if that makes sense) but because they use an arbitrary label that doesn't even have nuance people wont listen. and vice versa! and because people don't listen, because people dread the thought of even interacting positively with the other side, they get a lot of things wrong and have a very closed-minded view.
that's also why both sides are stereotyped as harassers. you can SEE harassment. but if you don't go out of your way to engage with people who are reasonable and nice, of COURSE you're only gonna see the people who go out of their way to break their DNI. because you don't even look into the rest of the people! you just take things at face value!
(general you is used here, this isn't at the blogger) pro endos and anti endos can have good posts! but you're so scared of the other side, you have this very detrimental us vs them mentality, you can't see why someone would feel the way they do, you have trouble understanding, so you dig in your heels and REFUSE to understand instead of TRYING.
so many problems, so many syscourse posts could have been avoided if people just LISTENED to the other side.
and now that ive had this epiphany, half of syscourse now seems silly and useless to ne.
I kind of want to tackle this from my own shoes (however ironic that may be).
When I was using syscourse labels like anti endo and pro endo, it was more than fear of realizing I was wrong about my beliefs. It was fear of isolation and harassment for interacting with the other side. I have been completely ostracized and traumatized in the past for interacting with the “wrong” person.
What broke me out of that was finally being so, so broken down by not understanding my own disorder that I finally reached out to @justanothersyscourse in an attempt to understand dysfunction VS disordered and what the fuck those words meant in context. I do not say this with any joking or levity, JAS unironically saved my life that day. Would I be alive today without that conversation? Probably, yes. But I wouldn’t be where I’m at in recovery. I’d be a very different Circ.
I was scared to reach out, even privately, because I figured JAS would make a post about it. He was supposed to be an Evil Anti Endo, after all, and clearly he would harass me. (I also have a lot of issues with tumblr messenger due to prior issues with users via DMs, so I was scared of harassment directly from him). And the thing was, I wasn’t really scared of JAS or his followers hunting me down if he made a post.
I was scared of what the pro-endos around me would do to me for “speaking with the enemy.”
Knowing what I know now, I’m shocked and alarmed at how many people are feeling this same way, but it’s not surprising. After all, current theories show that one of the core things that leads to the development of DID is disorganized attachment. Most CDD systems have no stable support structure. So… enter syscourse: a place where individuals are labeling themselves for you.
SAFE vs UNSAFE.
Anyone who isn’t the same label as you is labeled unsafe, because you can’t predict them; they’re not the stable, safe belief you know. And if you start interacting with UNSAFE, then suddenly, you are also deemed UNSAFE — meaning you lose the attachments you had.
It’s absolutely terrifying, and we’ve witnessed it time and time again in syscourse. I lost those pro-endos I used to have by becoming a “filthy high and mighty sysmed centrist.” I lost anti-endos by “traumatizing traumagenic systems and calling them endos.” I lost so many people, immediately isolated for my apparent crimes of Talking About The Other Point. 
The tag is filled with triggered, dissociative people, all screaming about various transgressions. Someone broke a DNI — unsafe. Someone fakeclaimed someone — unsafe.
And those laws and rules kept us alive! They were what was needed for so long. And maybe, just maybe, these people still need those rules to survive. Maybe it’s not yet safe enough for them to attempt the unsafe.
Today while working on the house, I finally burst out and shouted, “I need to be a bitch about this, and even if you yell at me, it’s the only way I can communicate: I need to do something alone!” I set a boundary and nothing more, but it took every last ounce of energy I had to set it, because I was going against every single brain pathway I had that dictates that setting boundaries is unsafe.
That’s what I see in syscourse, now.
I think it’s more than just, “they’re scared the other side is right.” I think it’s just… they’re scared. So many people are scared. And they can’t get out of it.
So they don’t ever try.
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daeneryseastar · 1 year ago
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take 300 and whatever of people going out of their way to be deliberately obtuse about a subject bc it fits their narrative about rhaenyra being a terrible person/monarch, “she only wants to be the exception!!!!” cry me a river.
now i’m going to say something really controversial: rhaenyra has no say in the driftmark succession, and did not (books or show) usurp the driftwood throne.
*gasp*
i know, i know. shocking right? it’s almost like the only people who have any say in the succession of their house would be the current lord, and the king if there’s any issues in regards to it that the lord cannot settle. rhaenyra doesn’t have a say, nor does rhaenys, laena, laenor, luke, baela, rhaena, etc. you get the picture, right? if anyone actively usurped baela and rhaena, it would be corlys himself. not any of the others listed. there are no set succession laws in westeros, and i don’t know how many times i’m going to have to say it for it to stick; but if corlys wanted to name baela or rhaena as his successor, he had every opportunity to do so. even at the end of the war he chose his legitimized bastard to succeed him, and not the girls. it’s fucked, for sure, but rhaenyra has nothing to do with it. the only time she would have any power to do so would be through her actually getting to be the queen of westeros during a time of peace. i guarantee in terms of succession she was only worried about not losing anymore allies, and not deliberately stripping two girls, who had not been named heir, of their “birthright”. two cases aren’t really enough evidence, when all she is doing is listening to her advisors.
also a friendly reminder that all of rhaenyra’s sons do indeed have velaryon blood (along with alicent’s targtower kids) through the conqueror’s mother valaena velaryon, and through jaehaerys and alysanne’s mother alyssa velaryon. now to end this, since we want to talk about the usurping of one’s rights, and how team green only seems to give a shit about other women’s succession rights if it means they get to trash talk rhaenyra, a genuine question.
how was rhaenyra supposed to lay down the groundwork for women inheriting if she wasn’t even allowed to be the exception? mind you, the only insight we vaguely get into her mind in terms of her being the exception is through corlys stating she is in the books. her not wanting to lose ally’s isn’t really a great example towards your claim. if you can answer that, without letting your hatred of a fictional female woman get in the way, then we can talk. until then, think before you post.
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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 1 year ago
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Masterpiece: Part One
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.5k
Summary: While giving a lecture with Spencer and Rossi, a man approaches you with information regarding five missing people. Can you save them in time?
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
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"Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other; it will unriddle many riddles..." - Mark Twain
Assisting Spencer and Rossi in a lecture to college students seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you're actually here, you can tell some of them don't want to be listening to this. There are others who are genuinely interested in all of this, and those are the ones you're talking to. These students have an interest in criminal justice, and in order to be accepted into certain fields of the FBI, they have to know what they're going to be signing up for.
"Most of us have done extensive post-graduate work in areas such as abnormal psychology and sociology as well as intensive study of relative casework and existing literature, but that's after selection to the unit," Spencer says.
"First you have to be an agent," Rossi says, "work in the field, and that's what we're here to talk about. For that, the academics are wide open. For everyone in this room, once you graduate and regardless of your course study, you are eligible to apply to the FBI."
The classroom doors open and an older man with white hair walks in. The dread you feel from him is enough to make you sway from shock. He doesn't even look at you as he sits in the back of the classroom to listen in on this. Something isn't right with this man, and Rossi sees your reaction to this.
He nudges you and you snap out of it enough to look at him. He asks you with his eyes if you're okay, and you give him one nod. He knows something is bothering you, but he'll ask you about it once the lecture is done.
"What did you study?" a student asks Rossi.
"Criminal Justice, but sports appreciation was all full up at my community college."
"I hold Doctorates in chemistry, mathematics, and engineering as well as BAs in psychology and sociology," Spencer smiles proudly.
"I have doctorates in Criminal Justice with a sole focus on profiling and one in Psychology," you state.
Everyone seems shocked about you two, and you think it's because of how you look. You and Spencer are very young so it's shocking to hear how many doctorates and BAs you two have gotten over the years.
"How old are you?" one student asks Spencer.
"Uh, I'm twenty-seven. Last month, I turned twenty-seven. I'm--I'm also completing an additional BA in philosophy. Which reminds me that I have a joke." Rossi looks at him in a panic because he doesn't want Spencer to embarrass himself, but Spencer dismisses him. "How many existentialists does it take to screw in a light bulb?"
No one answers the question which can only mean they aren't interested in it, but Spencer decides to tell it anyway.
"Two. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness."
Not a single person laughs at his joke, but you can't help but giggle into your hand. Spencer is just too cute, and any kind of joke he makes is funny to you. Spencer looks at you and then around the room nervously.
"Um, an existentialist would--"
"Okay," Rossi cuts him off, "before he does his quantum physics knock-knock joke, do we have any other questions about opportunities in the FBI?"
"Did you ever shoot anybody?"
It's a good thing this lecture is only an hour long. College kids are easily entertained if it has to do with gore. At the end of the lecture, you, Rossi, and Spencer leave to head back to Quantico. The hallways fill with students trying to get to their next class, and you have to push past them to keep up with the group.
"You do know we want them to actually join the Bureau? We want these kids to think it's a cool place to work," Rossi says.
"I understand that, yeah."
Sometimes, things go over Spencer's head and it's the cutest thing ever.
"Existentialism?"
"That was a funny joke. What do you mean?"
"Yeah, to Sigmund Freud."
"I thought your joke was hilarious," you grin and kiss his cheek as you're walking. "I love all your jokes, and I love you."
"I tell them I shouldn't--they keep on sending me here. I don't know why," Spencer shrugs.
"Because you're young."
You walk towards the stairs to get to the first floor, but the same man you saw in the classroom joins your group. Your smile is lost, and you grab Rossi's arm to let him know something isn't right. Rossi sees how pale your face is, but he doesn't know why you're like this.
"Dr. Reid? Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again?"
"Excuse me?"
"An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist."
"Yeah, that's pretty good," Spencer chuckles.
"I'm Professor Paul Rothschild. It was a brilliant presentation. Brilliant. You're a remarkably effective recruitment tool. The FBI is very lucky to have you."
"Thank you for saying that."
You really want to get away from this man, and as much as you try to rush Rossi and Spencer out of there, he keeps up.
"May I show you something?"
"Of course."
Paul takes out a manilla folder and hands it to Spencer, and you tap Rossi's arm urgently. You open your mouth to say something, but no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to speak. Inside the folder are pictures of people in distress. Some of them are of women, some are of hands as if the person tried to cover up a camera, and others are of pure fear.
"I don't understand. What are these?"
"Seven homicide victims."
"Homicide?" Rossi asks and looks at you.
"Seven women. The bodies have never been found. Not a fingernail, not a hair fiber. Acid is a very tidy way of disposing of something."
"Acid? Are you saying that you killed these women?"
"There is still time to save the others, though. Five more. In a bit less than nine hours, five other people are going to be dead. Unless you can find a way to save them."
Of course, Rossi calls the local police to have this man arrested and brought back to Quantico for questioning. After the police are called, Rossi gets Hotch on the phone to let him know what is heading his way. You knew something was wrong with this man from the beginning, but you couldn't get the words out.
Paul cooperates with the police as they escort him back to your car. Students watch as you pass by, but Paul isn't paying them any mind. In fact, the only people he's interested in talking to are Spencer and Rossi. He has not looked your way or spoken a word to you. Interesting, huh?
"I knew I felt something wrong," you whisper to Spencer just as Rossi got Hotch on the phone.
"Hey, Dave."
"Reid, Y/N, and I were just approached by some guy here with photos that he claims are seven women he killed. These pictures have all been manipulated in some way that you can't really see what they are."
"Did he say he killed them?"
"Yeah, seven women so far. There are five more live victims somewhere that we can save in nine hours."
"Is this guy for real, Dave? Or is a confessor wannabe?"
"I don't think so, Hotch. I got a hit off him, and Y/N was tipped off the second he entered the classroom. I'm bringing him in."
"Okay, what can I do?"
"I'm sending shots of the photos to Garcia to start looking over. I'll see you in about forty-five minutes." Paul is placed into the back of the car you drove here in, and Rossi turns to you and Spencer with a serious look on his face. "Do not forget a word he says the rest of the time we have him."
"What is happening?"
"I'd like to know."
You reach for the back door, but Spencer stops you from getting in the back with Paul. You don't question it when he opens the passenger door for you, and you slide inside without a word. He gets into the back since he doesn't know what Paul is capable of.
"So, you said you're a professor at Strayer?" Spencer asks.
"No."
"You didn't?"
"No."
"I mean, you did introduce yourself as Professor Rothschild, right?"
"Your degree in philosophy surprises me, Dr. Reid. It doesn't fit with mathematics and engineering."
"I kind of like it because there's no right or wrong answers."
"Without right or wrong, how would we recognize perfection?"
"Is this fun for you?" Rossi asks as he drives back to Quantico.
You're staring at Paul to get a read on him, but it's kind of hard to. He knows how to hide himself very well.
"It's quite a bit more complicated than that."
"What do you mean?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me," Rossi glares at him through the rearview mirror.
"I read your books, David. You're not of the intellectual capacity to grasp what's going on here."
"If you're trying to piss me off, it's not gonna work. If you killed seven women without leaving a trace of evidence, why turn yourself in?"
"Imagine what the world would have missed if Da Vinci never showed his work."
Rossi gets to Quantico, but they don't give him a warm welcome. The entire bullpen is on alert, and you look at your team as soon as you walk through the glass doors. There is a news report on the big TV that everyone is watching.
"Earlier this morning, police were contacted and informed that Kaylee Robinson, who ran a daycare center out of her home, had been abducted along with four children. When a parent arrived at 9:30 this morning to drop off her child, she discovered the door had been opened."
"What's going on?" you ask.
"He said there were five more victims we could save, and now five people are missing," Hotch states.
"Are those the five more?"
"Are you pissed off yet, David?" Paul smirks.
Rossi has Paul escorted to an empty interrogation room, and you follow loosely behind them. As Rossi and Derek get him set up, you and Spencer watch them from the window. Paul must know that someone is watching behind the glass, but his only focus is Rossi.
"It's not your fault, you know. Your IQ is your IQ. It's not education, David, it's genetics."
"What's this?" Rossi asks about Paul's necklace.
You lean closer to the window to get a better look, but your view isn't the best one.
"I need to explain what a pendant is?"
"What does it mean?"
"Mean? It's just something I found at a fair," Paul shrugs.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you. You have the right to have an attorney present. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand your rights--"
"Genetics is the key to everything, David," Paul cuts Derek off. "If you're not born with the right--"
"Do you understand your rights?" Derek cuts him off.
"Perfectly. I can have a lawyer but no, thank you. Some games are just intended to be played by higher intellects."
"Harming a person weaker than you doesn't take any special ability."
"Neither does slamming your fist down on a table, but we all must do what we must do. Bring Dr. Reid back with you."
"I never have any normal fans," Spencer sighs.
"I'm your fan," you smile at him.
Spencer wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses the side of your head. Derek and Rossi leave the room to let Paul stew for a while.
"This guy loves attention. He has a God complex. Sooner or later, he'll give up something important about Kaylee and the kids. Guys like him always do," Rossi says.
"Before he hurts them?"
"It's 1:45 pm. He said we had until 10:00 pm."
"We need a button to push."
"The seven original homicides could give us some leverage."
"He says we'll never find any evidence so he has nothing to worry about. He also made a point of saying there are no bodies and no physical evidence," you point out.
"We just have to show that a crime was committed. We can do that circumstantially."
"We need to identify the original seven women. Going back in there with names just might shake him up."
"How do we do that?" Spencer asks.
"Reverse profiling. We learn everything we can about him and his methods, and then profile it back to what kind of victim he would choose and from where."
This kind of case requires everyone to work together, so you all gather in the briefing room alone with Penelope to try and make sense of what is going on. As soon as she gets the pictures Rossi sent over, she gets to work trying to figure out who the women in the photographs are.
"I went through ViCAP. There are literally thousands of open missing women cases across the country."
"It's not the entire country, though. Kaylee was abducted at 9:30 this morning. He had time to take them somewhere, hide them, and make it to Fredericksburg two hours later. He'd need a place with a lot of privacy to hide five victims," Spencer says.
"He was late for the presentation," you say. "You know, it was more like two and a half hours after the abduction. He got there around noon, which puts him somewhere around that radius."
"Garcia, work up a map. We need the farthest point he could have taken Kaylee from Loretto and still gotten back to Fredericksburg by noon," Hotch says.
"It shouldn't be too hard."
"Alright, what do we know so far?" Rossi asks everyone. "He's obsessively neat and clean. He did research on Reid and me at least. He's abducted five people and then gets to a scheduled recruitment session at a specific time. That's extensive pre-planning."
"What my question is, why didn't he talk to me? He refused to even look my way much less acknowledge me. He was only focused on Rossi and Spencer."
"Maybe he's intimidated by women," Emily theorizes.
"Did you find anything in those pictures, Garcia?" Spencer asks.
"I can't even positively say they're dead."
"What about hair color?"
"All the ones that show hair, they appear to be brunettes. I'll start there. The only thing is that his prints didn't come up. He's not in any system. It's like he's a ghost."
"If he hasn't been fingerprinted, then he hasn't been arrested. Which also means he doesn't have a passport, driver's license, or been in the military."
"He's never been a teacher, either. You have to be fingerprinted to be a teacher," Spencer points out.
"So, he's a professor who doesn't teach? What kind of professor doesn't teach?"
"A researcher? Maybe someone on a grant. It would give him the time."
"There must be some sort of central grant database. I can't imagine the government just handing out money and not--" Penelope sees everyone staring at her, and she starts to type furiously. "I'll look into it."
"From past conversations, we know he's a narcissist and seemingly remorseless. We can eliminate a lot of these open missing persons cases if we could just figure out how he met them," you say.
"Jordan, contact the Loretto PD and get us an invitation to consult on the Kaylee Robinson case. Be nice to them. They don't have to let us. Then, you and Morgan go down there and find out what you can."
"Let's go."
Derek and Jordan leave the office to do what they're told while the rest of you stay put.
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pokememes · 7 months ago
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I have thoughts on ttpd
And I don’t know where else to share them without my criticisms and qualms being written off as blind hatred so here goes
Quantity over quality was definitely the motto with this one. She said at one of the eras shows that this album was when she needed writing more than ever. That doesn’t however, mean that everything she wrote needed to be on this album. Part of what makes an album good is an artists ability to edit their songs into a cohesive work.
Going off of that last point: I blame the vault tracks. Swift and her team saw how much people loved the vault tracks and went overboard with the concept of “give the people more.” The vault tracks worked so well because they felt like a bonus. When the whole album feels like “vault tracks” it loses some of the allure.
The concept is pretty weak overall. The aesthetic that was used to market the album only fits about half of the songs. I was hoping for literary references beyond just name dropping various poets and artists but so far Cassandra is the closest that I can recall that actually references poetry. I’m sure there’s some connections I’m missing so please enlighten me, (my academic background is in art history, not literature).
I feel like conceptually there are at least two albums here. The first is the actual ttpd concept of poetic sad songs, and then there’s a second set of songs that feel much more modern and feel like they belong on a different album (Florida!!!, down bad, imgonnagetyouback, etc.). I wish she would’ve taken the double album concept all the way and grouped the songs into more cohesive narratives.
Imgonnagetyouback is the exact same idea as get him back! by Olivia Rodrigo. I just feel like there’s some irony there because didn’t Taylor sue Olivia for something similar (I don’t know the ins and outs of that whole situation so forgive me if I’m missing some nuance)? Not that two people can’t write about the same thing but something about these two songs in particular seems too similar. They don’t sound the same but specifically the lines “key his car… make him lunch” in Rodrigo’s and “be your wife … smash up your bike” in Swift’s are the exact same “domestic tasks/destroy vehicle” dichotomy. Idk man something isn’t quite right about the whole thing to me.
A lot of the lyrics do not fit the melodies AT ALL. so many lines feel oddly paced, either stretched out where they shouldn’t be or too many words crammed in. The melody should fit the lyrics and it’s just not happening in this album as a whole. So many of the lyrics are just too wordy and awkward. Poetry doesn’t need to be long to be good.
Some of the lyrics are just so bad that they take me out of the song. I’m sure anyone that’s read this far can think of a few instances that made them pause. Hearing the words “finance guy” in a song was absolutely jarring.
Overall I just feel like it’s a poor representation of her abilities. She’s shown that she can write better. Her other albums were better sonically. There’s just nothing about this that is phenomenal. Very few memorable songs. No standout radio hits. It’s not the worst album ever made but it’s just so mediocre.
This album was made for a specific type of fan; someone who is up to date on her personal life and will listen to find Easter eggs, someone who will buy all of the vinyls just to complete their collection, someone who will love these songs just because they are Taylor Swift songs. I think every fan can find a few songs they like but I’d be shocked if anyone could genuinely say that they enjoy every song on this album, or that they think this album is one of Taylor’s better releases.
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moveslikebucky · 1 year ago
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Oh no it’s time for me to post my season 2 thoughts that nobody asked for!
Under the cut because obviously spoilers. Not a very long post tho I’m not going into extreme detail here.
OK SO first off let me preface, as someone who mainly writes book omens content, I think it will be shocking when I say I genuinely loved everything about this season.
It took me a couple of days to digest and figure out my thoughts aside from that absolute GUT WRENCHING ending Jesus Christ but here’s the thing a lot of others have said too but in my goofy way of saying it.
This is 1980. We all just watched Han Solo get frozen in carbonite, watched Luke get his hand chopped off and find out the man he’s sworn to destroy to save the galaxy is his father, watched everyone be at their absolute lowest and then the credits roll and the familiar and beloved theme song plays and we’re sitting in the theater going ??????????
And we don’t get Return of the Jedi til 1983.
And we’ll all be fine and so will they, the triumph happens in the end, wouldn’t be a good story otherwise.
I have many nebulous thoughts but the main thing is I have been seeing a lot of people saying that our boys are completely OOC or somewhat OOC for the entire season or at least for that last 15 minutes or so.
And here is where I say something shocking again!
I don’t think they are at all, whether you’re looking at TV characterizations OR the original book ones.
Hear me out don’t get your pitchforks on me just yet.
In the novel, their character arcs are completed because it was always meant to be a fully stand alone novel. At the end of the book there is a full acceptance between the two of them and they actually talk to each other in a meaningful way but CRUCIALLY, a thing that was missing from the tv season, I think is where specifically they diverge.
In the book, when Aziraphale possesses the televangelist, and goes off the rails completely - that is showing in unequivocal terms that Aziraphale is rejecting Heavens dogma. He’s on the same page as Crowley now, and they stay on the same page through the end of the novel.
Neil knew, because it was what Terry wanted, that he was going to have to do the sequel they never did. The sequel that didn’t exist when they wrote the first novel.
Speaking as a writer, even knowing that Patton Oswalt was originally on board to play the televangelist, I feel like leaving that scene out was a very specific way to set up for what we have now.
Aziraphale ends season 1 ambiguously. If you had read the book you can take it as “hell yea they’re on the same page now!” And it’s a perfectly valid reading.
But…
You don’t have to. It’s not implicit. They’re still not really talking about things, just around them. Aziraphale is still shocked when Crowley thinks everyone will come after Earth, still has panic in his eyes until Crowley distracts him. Crucially, Crowley does not tell him what happened in heaven. He only listens to Aziraphale dither on about towels and rubber ducks.
Aziraphale had not broken fully free from his cult.
They’re leaving him alone but his bookshop is still and embassy. He’s still with them, in some small way.
I don’t think the metatron brainwashed him with a miracle (or that he’s been kicking about in reality). He didn’t need to do that when simple manipulation is all that it takes.
Show up and make the people who are mean to him look stupid, compliment Crowley and Muriel who he likes, extract him from his support system, make it seem urgent make it seem just this side of too good to be true of an offer.
The metatron has heard first hand just how much Aziraphale wants to change things, how he wants to do what’s right instead of what is Right™️.
He gives Aziraphale everything he thinks he wants right on a silver platter, including a way to protect Crowley.
Aziraphale accepting that offer is completely in character because, crucially, he is not at the same place in his character arc as he was in the book.
But the thing is, Crowley isn’t either.
Crowley is withholding EXTREMELY vital information from Aziraphale still for his “protection”.
Information that would’ve bolstered Aziraphale to not take that offer, really. Because these boys don’t talk.
I don’t have as much to say about Crowley here, his arc is also not at the same place as in the end of the book, but I see more people mad about Aziraphale’s so that’s what I wanted to address.
Anyway I loved it, and if u have read this far, thank you! Plz don’t leave a bunch of negativity in the replies here, feel free to disagree, but this is a thing I consume for fun and I don’t want to discourse about it I’m just posting my opinion.
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kquil · 1 year ago
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Hi! Congrats on 1k!!!
I was hoping for a 🧁! I’m a bisexual Slytherin. I dress very academically and learned to sew my own clothes to make my dream wardrobe. I’m super into reading and science, especially space and physics. I can go on for a long time about star systems. I dislike full moons because it tends to cover a lot of stars that can be seen. I listen to a lot of ABBA, Taylor Swift, and Laufey. I’m teaching myself the piano and really enjoy singing (I have a ‘Disney voice’). I have pretty bad anxiety and tend to be quiet when I first meet people but once I open up I’m very sarcastic.
That’s it! Thank you very much!!!
Thank you for celebrating my 1k event with me and im so so sorry for taking such a long time to respond, darling (╥﹏╥) though, i hope that you’re happy with the result 
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i ship you with Remus Lupin 
i. despite being a slytherin, you were very much into muggle science and did a lot of reading on it. coming from a pureblood family, that was pretty hard to do so you’ve learned to be sneaky with your books; transfiguring their covers to look like generic wizard books that your family wouldn’t bat an eye at. it was nerve-wracking to do at first but now you’ve gotten into a good routine with it so it was only natural that you eventually became pretty tame and, eventually, careless with their placement. hence why it’s in the hands of remus lupin.
ii. “i hope you don’t mind,” he started, “but i had to look inside the cover to find out who it belonged to,” the tall brunette had a lot of nerve stopping you in the middle of the hallway with your slytherin friends surrounding you. you were shocked and embarrassed all at once and hurriedly snatched the book from his hands before hurrying along with your friends elsewhere, not even voicing a single word of ‘thanks’ to him. for a time, you feel his curious gaze linger on your passing figure for a while and you wonder if he ever looked past the cover page…
iii. the next interaction the two of you had was a simple one in passing, and just when you had started to forget the previous encounter you had. a drawn out sigh leaves you before you grumble under your breath about a full moon happening soon, which remus happened to pick up on with his sharp hearing. “do you not like the full moon?” remus asks before he could stop himself. after some silence where you glance at him briefly, you finally explain yourself, “it gets in the way of the stars…” he huffs a lighthearted laugh and grins at you, the quirk of his lips and the asymmetrical dimple on his cheek making your heart pound strangely, “yeah, it’s a real shame…” 
iv. the third encounter the two of you share was after that full moon, where all your friends had left for Hogsmeade and you decided to stay in Hogwarts for some peace and quiet, softly humming your favourite ABBA song to yourself — it was yet another secret you kept from your pureblood family and friends.
v. “ABBA, huh?” you jump in your shoes and swiftly turn to stare wide-eyed at the scarred but still terribly handsome gryffindor prefect, “you have good taste,” his lazy grin and genuine compliment makes your cheeks heat up and you huff before turning to leave, “wait! can you umm–... can you help me to the hospital wing?” it was then that you realise how he seems to be leaning against the wall for support and silently wonder where the rest of his friends are; they’re usually thick as thieves, “they’re doing something else for me right now…” he answers, observant enough to see the question in your eyes. 
vi. you were reluctant but helped him to the hospital wing anyway, where Madame Pomfrey hurriedly gets him settled down, tutting at his sheepish grin and moving about around him as if it was a common routine for her. it spiked your interest when you see him settle into a bed and sigh. you wonder if he comes her very often…it would make sense, seeing as he has many scars decorating his skin. the feeling it gives you to imagine him consistently injured was somewhat painful and showed on your face easily. “Thank you for worrying about me,” remus says, pulling you out of your internal ramblings. “i’m not worried!” you huff in denial before quickly getting up to leave.
vii. remus smiles fondly as he watches your figure hurry away, a warmth blooms in his chest as he sees flashes of your visage in his head, cute and sweet and terribly tempting. he wonders if you managed to see the little note he left in your book yet…
viii. since everyone was in hogsmeade, it didn't take long before you finally found some peace so you could return to reading your muggle physics book again. you couldn’t wait to savour the knowledge written inside and eagerly read through the pages again until you came across a small note with neat but flourishing penmanship scrawled across it. ‘I like physics and space too, you’re pretty cool,’ it read and you blush because the only other person you know who’s had your secret muggle book in their possession was remus lupin   
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angst-king · 6 months ago
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Fall from Grace Chp 3
((This chp is pretty tame, this is Adam's chp, so no content warnings)
Ever since Lucifer had shown up at the hotel Adam had been filled with a mix of emotions. Happy because finally, his dad was showing up for him and sort of helping him out. Annoyed and upset when Lucifer would go on and on about how his plans weren’t worth it due to the nature of sinners. And angry when Lucifer would start getting into fights with Vox or would try showing off but couldn’t be bothered to spend any genuine quality time with him.
It was all starting to come to a head, and many people could see Adam was close to exploding. Lute suggested that Adam ask to spend some time with him. At first, Adam didn’t want to but knew it was worth a shot.
“Hey, Dad?” “Ey Adam, what’s up?” “D-do you maybe wanna hang out? It's been a while since we have, just the two of us?” He wasn’t expecting much of a response but to his surprise, the fallen angel agreed. It was going well for a while, they went to a few stores, got coffee and treats, stopping by a park to sit down.
“So how long have you Lux been together?” Asked Gabriel, Adam gently corrected his father’s mispronunciation of his partner’s name.
“Lute and I have been together for 3 years now.” “Really?! Wow! That’s so cool!” There was an awkward silence for what seemed like forever until he asked the question Adam had been hoping he wouldn’t ask.
“So how’d that meeting with heaven go?” Adam gulped down his drink before he answered.
“Well, not as good as I planned.” Gabriel sighed and replied with
“I told ya, kid, they never listen”
“They even mentioned moving the extermination up to be in the next 6 months. They can’t do that! It's like they keep changing the rules. I hardly got to explain before the ‘princess of heaven’ practically laughed me out of there.”
“Yeah they do that, that's how your mother and I got locked out of heaven. Look, Adam, maybe it's time you give up?” As soon as those words left his mouth Adam’s head whipped around to look at him with an annoyed look. Lucifer held up his hands defensively as he continued.
“Ey look, I’m just looking out for you, and I can see it eating at you. And I know you don’t wanna hear it but, I don’t want you to get crushed like I did. It's better to just give up while you can before anyone gets hurt. Besides these sinners don’t care about getting into heaven, they’re too busy feeding their need for bloodlust and fulfilling their own selfish wants. They’re nothing but sadistic monsters who should’ve fixed their act the first time. I know you, Adam, you’re going to put all of your time, emotions, and energy into this only for it to all come crashing down in the end.” That seemed to be the final straw, Adam stood up from his spot on the bench the two had themselves seated on in front of the duck pond and started walking away without a word. Tossing his drink in the trash as he headed for the exit. Lucifer got up and called out for Adam.
“Adam, hey! Where are you going?” Tears welled up in the brunette's eyes, ignoring his father’s calls. While his heart felt like it had been trampled on, his anger began to boil to the surface threatening to combust. Gabriel tried to get Adam to talk when he caught up to him worried as to why his son wasn’t answering.
By the time he got to the hotel, Adam barely had any restraint left, when Gabriel said.
“Come on kid don’t shut me out” His lips curled into a snarl and his hair flipped upwards as his eyes went completely red, and horns sprouted from his hair as he yelled back.
“JUST SHUT UP DAD!” Gabriel looked at him wide-eyed in shock as Adam went off.
“I’m so fucking tired of hearing you bad mouth my dreams and these people. Look I get it your big dreams got crushed so you think you’re being helpful by telling me to give up. I’m sorry you’re fucking bitter because you got burnt out! I’m trying, I’m still trying, and I will continue to fucking try until it fucking kills me.” Many people stood and watched as the prince of hell spat venomously at Gabriel
“And don’t even pull that ‘I know you Adematres’ bullshit again 'cause you don’t. You can’t just waltz in here after years of hardly a peep from you, constantly flaking out on me. Then you want to fucking show off because fucking Vox gets under your skin. After all, you don’t want to face the fucking music. YOU SUCK DAD. YOU ARE A SUCKY FATHER! YOU WERE NEVER THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU! I’M NOT A DOLL YOU CAN JUST PICK UP AND PUT DOWN WHEN YOU WANT!” With his last sentence jabbing his finger into his chest, Adam turned on his heel and stormed off into the hotel and up to his room.
Gabriel walked into the lobby area and everyone was just as shocked as he was. Some stared at the elevator door, some stared at him as he slinked his way over to the couch with a defeated expression. Some of what Adam said hurt, but he knew he wasn’t wrong.
‘I’m sorry you’re fucking bitter because you got burnt out’ That is quite literally what happened, he got burned out of trying to fix things on his own, it swallowed him whole and dragged him into the depths of depression and he was just barely crawling his way back out. Gabriel spent most of his night on that couch deep in thought.
Adam spent his night grumbling, half screaming, and crying into a pillow or in Lute’s arms. Almost cried himself to sleep from exhaustion, waking up the next morning to a text from Lucifer.
‘Meet me at the castle, at noon’ Adam rolled his eyes at this, he contemplated flaking out, but something told him not to. No matter how much he wanted to stay in his bedroom curled up under the nice supportive and forgiving sheets, he couldn’t bail on his dad like that no matter how much the man pissed him off the night before.
“So you’re going?” Asked Lute, Adam nodded with a sigh as he got ready.
“Yeah, I can’t just leave him hanging, even if he hurt my feelings. I get where he comes from when he says that stuff. Besides I’m curious, he hardly ever initiated hanging out.” Lute nodded in understanding and quickly kissed her prince before he left. During his entire walk to the castle, he wondered what could this be before, he doubted it was to apologize or anything meaningful.
Arriving at the castle, he walked inside and was greeted by the sounds of a guitar playing. Following the sound had him going up the long twisting staircase and up to the entertainment room.
“Dad? I’m here!” He alerted as he strolled along letting the sound guide him. Right behind the door to the entertainment room, the sound became louder. Upon opening it he saw Gabriel sitting on a bench strumming his acoustic guitar. He didn’t fully enter the room, he stayed on the threshold of the door as he listened to his father play. The song was very familiar to Adam, the melody was sweet and soft, and he quietly hummed what he could remember as the man played. It did surprise him that his father still had his old guitar. After a minute or two he decided to make himself known.
“Nice song, Dad.” He says walking up behind the fallen angel who jumped slightly and stopped playing.
“Ah hey kid, ya startled me, I didn’t hear you come in.” Gabriel turned around and put the instrument down. The guitar was still covered in worn-out stickers Adam had put on it when he was little.
“So what’d you text me to come here for?” Adam asked getting straight to the point, Gabriel scooted over on the bench and patted it wanting the other to sit down before he started.
“Look kid, I-.I’m sorry about yesterday and every other day before. I’m sorry about crushing your dreams and trying to discourage you. Even if I was doing it ‘out of love’, it-it still wasn’t right of me. And I’m sorry about constantly trying to show off, but hardly being there to show up when you need me.” Hesitantly and gently taking Adam’s hand in his with a soft somber smile, Gabriel went on.
“You were right, 'cause redeeming sinners and giving people choices was my entire thing, and got burnt out because, besides Eve, I had no one else to help me so I got burnt out…but I shouldn’t project that onto you. Yes, some sinners are irredeemable but, not all. It's up to them, and as long as you give the right people options, they will take it. I just wished I had the help you do….”
“I understand where your worries and concerns come from, I always think about it. Sure I like to try and see the good in people but. I can also see that a good amount of our people are not fit for redemption, and that’s fine. I don’t want to stop trying though in case there is someone I can help.” Gabriel slid his hand around Gabriel’s shoulder pulling him into a hug.
“And right now you’re doing great at it kid, I’m so proud of you.” Damn it had been a long time since Adam had heard that phrase, it made his heart hurt in a way he didn’t understand but he leaned into his father regardless.
“Thanks, Dad”
“I still wanna spend time with you, I want to get to know you better, I’ve missed so many years with you. And I’m just now finding out you have a partner of 3 years! I promise I’ll do better with this whole, parent thing alright.”
“Pinky promise?” Gabriel chuckled and interlocked their pinkies with a grin.
“Pinky promise, Adam. Even though I don’t have Eve, I’m sure she’d kick my ass if I didn’t” That seemed to get a laugh out of Adam.
“I see you kept the guitar” “Oh yeah, this old thing. I’ve been fixing it up too, I’m surprised it still works.” He says while picking up the instrument and strumming it.
“You were playing that song you used to sing to me when I was small.”
“Yup, I still got that memory locked down, I was still a little surprised I remembered how to play it though.”
“It sounded good” “Really? I’m a bit rusty, it's been centuries since I’ve played this.” Adam nodded in encouragement, this is what he wanted, he just wanted his father back
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hockeygossipdaily · 2 months ago
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I sent something similar into another blog, but not sure if they’ll actually share it and want to hear your thoughts about this as well.
I think a lot of people do not realize just how surface level some of these guys’ relationships are. Like you’d be shocked at how many aren’t having like deeper, more meaningful conversations or just getting to know more about their partner’s views/background. A lot of them just want a pretty face/nice body who is going to listen to them and take care of them when they need/want it. Bonus points if you’ll be good for their image and okay with basically being a single mother most of the time. Those are the ones who stick around and eventually might get the ring.
I’m not saying this is every guy obviously, but there’s a lot more than you’d think.
I understand what you mean and you can definitely see the difference with some of these couples.
Trouba, Ullmark, Fiala, JT Miller, you can tell that they’ve gotten the chance to know each other and grow.
I’d say it’s an even mixture of the older guys and some of the younger guys. Older guys like McDavid (he’s a cheater and I will continue to say this) is with Lauren for face value because if she hadve left him he would get a bad rap so he followed it up with an engagement.
I’m curious about Macklin because he’s known his girlfriend for some years so I wonder if he’ll keep that energy in the league. But they seem genuine.
Most of these relationships aren’t transparent
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getblackout503 · 8 months ago
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Here’s chapter 7 yall, after what happened yesterday with Akira toriyama’s death, it’s motivated me to keep writing, i hope you all enjoy the chapter
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“Will you be my sister?”
Both parties were in shock at the little adlai’s question, especially the girl who was asked the question. Grey was now a blushing and stumbling mess, her co-worker/crushes sister just asked her to be her sister. Now she didn’t know what to do, to make matters worse Vanessa had started laughing up a storm.
“OMG THAT’S SO PRICELESS” the wino yelled out.
“VANESSA!”
“I’m sorry but it’s too funny!”
All the while Gauche didn’t know what to say, did his sister just propose to his co-worker for him? What should he do? What can he do?
“MARIE YOU DON’T SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!” He screamed, not out of anger but more so of shock.
“S-Sorry big brother” She said, a bit ashamed. Now he felt a bit bad for yelling at her.
“Oh don’t worry honey, how about all four of us go to Build-a-bear, since it seems we are all going there” Vanessa said to the girl while kneeling down to comfort the girl.
“R-Really?” the young adlai asked.
“Of course dear, let’s go and get a nice big teddy bear,” Vanessa told her, petting the girl’s head.
“Okay miss!” Marie said, now more happy.
Vanessa took Marie's hand and made her way to build-a-bear, but before she left with the young girl she turned back to her two co-workers, both of whom were still in somewhat shock at what the young girl had said. “Once you two have gotten yourselves together come join us okay” And just like that both of them were now alone.
“Um” Gauche didn’t know what to say, it was awkward to say the least. The girl that caused him to have weird feelings was now standing next to him, and after his sister said that. What was he supposed to do, he was going to try and spark a conversation but then Grey said.
“I’m sorry”
“Sorry? Sorry for what?” He asked, genuinely confused.
“For the…event” She said, as to not bring much suspicion and so that if anyone was listening in they wouldn’t think anything else. “If it weren’t for my anxiety the event would have gone better, I messed it all up” Grey apologized ashamed. She truly believed if she had acted better than he wouldn’t have had to worry about her. But Gauche didn’t think that.
“Grey, it’s okay, as long as you’re fine that’s all that matters” He tried comforting her. “Besides we completed our task did we not?”
“W-We did, but still I made things more complicated”
“Things happen, look Grey I don’t know what happened in your past, but just know that you have people who care for you” Gauche told her. To him what he said was a bit cheesy, but it’s not like he’s used to getting emotional and personal. So he tried his best. “And I’m sorry for what marie said, she really is bugging me on finding someone. Saying she wants an older sister” He sighed. Grey giggled a bit before giving him a shy smile.
“It’s okay, she’s young,” She told him. “This is the first time i’ve met her, so maybe I should get to know her” After saying that she started stuttering “I-I’m sorry, I hope you don’t think I’m trying to get close to her because I’m a double spy” She said in a whisper worried a bit, it was hard to trust people when you’re a spy. The possibilities of people betraying you was very high, so often they couldn’t trust many people. Grey was lucky she had Zora to trust, and she wanted gauche to trust her too. That’s why she was trying to assure him, Gauche just looked away and rubbed the back of his head.
“It’s fine, it would be better if she had someone like you to hang around with,” He assured her “and I have been meaning to introduce the others to her”
Grey blushed a bit. She never expected him to say that, but seeing as he trusted them enough to actually introduce his sister to them warmed her heart.
“Um, Gauche?”
“Yes Grey?”
“I-I was wondering, my broth-I mean friend, Zora and his girlfriend asked me to hang out with them this weekend, I-I didn’t want to bother them but they said it was fine, but since I don’t wanna be a third wheel, maybe…we can be third wheels together?”
Gauche just stood there ‘Did Grey just ask me out on a double date’ he was confused. But he wasn’t the only one.
‘DID I JUST ASK GAUCHE OUT ON A DOUBLE DATE!’ She didn’t know why but she did, but there was no turning back now. She was going to say something but Gauche beat her to the chase.
“Okay”
“O-Okay, t-thank you”
“Um, we should join the two before they buy the whole store” Gauche suggested, with Grey nodding in agreement. “Ladies first” now both were walking side by side, while both thinking like this ‘FUCK WE HAVE A DATE!’.
All the while from the inside of Build-a-Bear. Marie and Vanessa saw the entire interaction and both smirked.
“Well Marie looks like you’re going to have a big sister soon” Vanessa laughed as the two love birds were making their way in the store.
“Yay, I can’t wait for Grey to be my sister”
“With all due time honey, now let’s tease the bit, shall we?”
“Yes please miss Vanessa”
“Hehe okay let’s go then” for the rest of the trip Marie and Vanessa teases the two to no end, but they were both happy, because if it went well then Marie would see a new addition to her family, and maybe years later another new one as well.
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sugarpoprocks · 1 year ago
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Blooming Camellias and Fallen Aspen Trees [Chapter 2]
The princess walked through the halls of the castle with a smile on her face and a skip in her step. She got to pick her own personal knight! Anyone she wanted and her father couldn’t complain! Not like he would anyway, but the fact it was said out loud was reassuring to her. She had taken some swordsmanship lessons with her older brother when they were both young so she could protect herself fine, but the idea of always having someone by her side was nice. It’d be like a friend for her! She certainly didn’t have many of those, definitely none she saw on the regular besides family and her servants, so she was excited at the thought.
Camellia walked through the halls and eventually got outside, looking around at the training grounds of the knights. She looked around at the knights training with one another with a smile, sitting on a bench. A knight with dirty blond hair walked over and stood by the princess, talking in a friendly voice,
“What are you doing here, your highness?”
“Oh, Adam! Hello!” Camellia turned to the man with a smile. “Father told me I should have a personal knight. And said I could pick whoever I want! I’m just looking to see who would be best!” Adam laughed slightly, and sat on the bench with Camellia.
“Woah! Anyone, huh? Whoever you pick will be honored! Who do you have in mind?”
“I have no idea yet!” The princess smiled and looked at the other knights training, who all seemed to be training with one another. She paused when she noticed a knight training a ways away from everyone else, practicing his sword swings alone. “Adam, who is he?”
“Hm? Who?” He looked over to where Camellia was facing, then he blinked in surprise. “Oh, him? That’s Sir Aspen. He’s one of the knights who lived in the neighboring kingdom previously… He’s a really good swordsman, just he seems intimidating to most of the other knights… Don’t think it helps that he keeps to himself-”
“That’s not very kind!” She stood up from the bench. “People avoid him because he’s intimidating? He’s new to the kingdom! Who has shown him around?”
“Me, your highness.” Adam raised his hand, and Camellia huffed.
“I’m gonna go talk to him! He can’t be as intimidating as you say!” She turned on her heel, and walked through the training grounds, not listening to Adam’s words of concern as she walked with a strong intent in her step.
“Hello there. You’re Sir Aspen, right?” Camellia leaned into the man’s view, as he stopped swinging his sword.
“Yes..? And who are you? Why are you talking to me?” He spoke in a rather deadpan tone, but his words didn’t seem to be rude in any way. He saw how the people looking at him in disdain switched to looking shocked before quickly looking away. Aspen put together that this woman was at least not a commoner like himself from that alone.
“I’m Camellia! You can just call me Camie if you’d like!”
“Camie…” He spoke the name, still just as monotone, seemingly testing the name on his tongue.
“Yeah, Camie! And what I wanted…” She smiled gently. “I just wanted to talk to you! So I can see what kind of person you are!”
“You shouldn’t bother, I’m just a commoner… And I’m from the neighboring kingdom we have bad relations with…” He swung his sword once more. “Everyone else knows better than to get close to me.”
“That’s nonsense!” Camellia quickly shook her head, and Aspen stopped swinging his sword once more to look at her, confused.
“It is?”
“It is! It doesn’t matter your status, or the land you came from! You’re a knight of the kingdom, just like everyone else here!” Aspen turned fully to look at the woman, sheathing his blade.
“I’ve never heard anyone say something like that... Especially not to me. You’re very kind, Camie.” The woman in question smiled, but Aspen shrugged all the same. “But you still shouldn’t get too close to me, The other knights may start treating you differently.”
“They wouldn’t!” She smiled genuinely, folding her hands behind her back. “Just a hunch, is all.” Aspen raised an eyebrow at her words, but left it alone.
“I… see.”
“Oh, my! I’d better get going! Have a good rest of your day, Sir Aspen!” Camellia spoke quickly, then she walked back the way she came while waving goodbye to Aspen, and then to Adam before she went back into the castle. Aspen then walked over to Adam after she was out of sight.
“Who… was that…?”
“That was… Princess Camellia.”
“WHAT?!”
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bilbobagginshome · 1 year ago
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A Deadbeat’s Journal 23
A Jotaro Kujo x blackreader! fic
1 May 20XX,
 To be extremely fair, this is what I wanted but not what I expected. I love Brazil. I especially love how familiar Brazil feels to me. For a minute, looking into the distance, I see home. Though the illusion fades whenever someone speaks Portuguese to me and I have to go “eu não entendo” (I don’t understand) and then they begin speaking English to me like how embarrassing! Like it’s genuinely giving tourist vibes and I hate how I seem like a target to scammers now.
Also the gunshots?? I’ve heard gunshots before but gosh, are they always that loud? Patience was introducing me to some of her colleagues in the organisation she’ll be working with and tell me why I heard blaring police cars racing armed mafiosos that are just shooting up the streets with no disregard. Like, they definitely don’t make those kinds of moves in the richer areas.
Speaking of the inequality gap, can we just talk about race for a brief moment? I always knew I was black but damn after the tenth neighbour looked me up and down in the public pool area of the apartment complex, I noticed that all the scowlers were a bunch of wrinkly red-toned white people. Rather than minding their business and investing in some proper sunscreen, one of them even had the audacity to call apartment security and I think their saggy skin dropped in shock when they found out we are renters just like them. Mind you, they said something about favelas and only played nice when they found out we aren’t even Brazilian. When the people of Rio have their next protest, you best believe I’m front and centre.
Aside from that one instance though, the people here are a lovely bunch. I mean in the evenings when we got out of Patience's new office buildings, you see women dancing with blaring speakers and children playing football or even having mini dance competitions and I have to say, I did put my best foot forward courtesy of Step Up (The office mob dance scene is a part of my consciousness) But when it came to b-boying, I was ate up, no crumbs. Abdul however, managed to moonwalk his way through victory and Patience practically spit at the face of her ancestors with her atrocious freestyle.
Then we headed to the food stalls and I’m sorry to say this but Kenyan street food DOES NOT compare. I mean, who even thinks of a chicken kebab with cassava shavings on top? And I’ve never had healthy yet savoury hotdogs and smoked chicken. Even the scent of the food took me back to the cultural festival and I wish I could send him some food but a gloating picture of me eating will do.
Anyway, it's been a lovely week and so far, Rio has treated me kindly. Like even as we were unpacking and genuinely goofing off before we started working , I did not think (as much) about what I left. Though Mom does call me daily alongside Samosa and Granny so that kind of helps. Jojo is calling, I have to catch this call.
Third-Person Narration.
Y/n went in her finest suit, all black and tailored with a little scarf on her neck to add a layer of colour. Though this proved to be a problem as after she stepped out to the morning sun, she realised her outfit choice was not suited for a long working day. Luckily she’d be staying in an air-conditioned environment so after hailing a cab she headed straight for the Starfish Hotel.
“Y/n you do know that I love you but just know that I pulled many strings to get you this position so please don’t act up.” Joseph pleads to the speaker.
“As I said in my CV, I work well with people ” Y/n mutters to the phone as she enters the cream-coloured reception area. The brown-skinned woman with a serene smile, dressed in the hotel’s white polo shirt with the hotel’s logo embroidered on the side looks up to her after welcoming the family in. She nods politely in question and y/n quickly mutters,
“Ok bye, take care, love you.” and cuts before listening to the barrage of ‘must-dos’ that Joseph is insistent she keeps through.
“Hi, I’m Y/n and I’m here for the clerk position,” Y/n said with as much enthusiasm as she could. The receptionist's smile tightened before once more relaxing to a less frigid one and said softly in a tone that has to have been dipped in honey 
“Oh, welcome, Please, let me help you to the office.” 
She opens the wooden door beside her semi-circular large desk that shows her to management and it's almost like opening the doors to a mini paradise. Unlike the old office that faced the ocean, the floor-to-ceiling windows faced the nearby forest and gave the entire area a cool and refreshing look. White marble floors and a sparse yet open planned office area definitely increased the large room’s capacity. Minimalistic tables and chairs filled the area though it was soothed by the colourful pillows and decors that adorned each employee's taste. She was shown to the desk in a corner and excitedly said,
“Thank you, I can't wait to decorate it.”
She simply nodded and showed y/n to the break room. Though small and kind of claustrophobic due to the little window high up, the baby blue background,  dark green rug carpet that made itself known in almost every crevice of the room, and comfy yellow bean bag chairs that were sparsely placed made the room feel brighter. Atop the white marble-walled counter sat a white smeg coffee maker and a matching fridge at the furthest left corner.
She found a few of her colleagues talking though the loud ramblings turned to hush murmurings when she entered the room. The receptionist then said.
“This is Y/n our new colleague. Please make her feel welcome.”
The blonde gave a polite smile and nodded. The taller of the man, with distinguishably blue eyes and a lean frame, nodded in acknowledgment yet the last guy, with bleached blonde tight coils and brown eyes that y/n thought would look stunning when reflected by the sun rays slightly sneered.
“Welcome Y/n I hope you have a wonderful time here with us, I’m Melanie, the supervisor.”She says whilst shaking her hand which she shakes in response.
“Hey, I’m Lucas, Head of HR, pleasure.” He says this time with a small smile as she greets him. She heads to greet the third colleague, arm already outstretched when he says,
“Are you Joseph Joestar’s granddaughter?” He questions with a glare. Y/n quickly retracts her hand and replies smoothly.
“Not biologically but yes he considers me like family.”
He murmurs something in Portuguese which the receptionist and Lucas laugh slightly at. Melanie however, stays quiet and looks onto them in disappointment. Y/n although unaware, is very much sure a slight insult has been made due to the acknowledgment of how she got here, and tightness pools in her heart.
4 May 20XX,
I can’t stand him. Honestly, aside from school, I don’t think there have been many times I’ve reached breaking point till now. It's almost like Thiago is aimed at making my life a living hell. And what’s worse, aside from Melanie, almost everyone doesn't seem to mind. Matter of fact they might be revelling in the fact that they can treat me like absolute shit. And it's not like physical bullying like forcing someone to submit to them by demanding unheard-of paperwork or getting them coffee. This one actually stings. They purposely block me out of conversations by speaking in Portuguese, they refuse to sit by me during lunch and I’m treated like a pest when I need some files translated.
To be honest, it hurts even more when it comes to Nalu. I would have taken the stiff hospitality any day in comparison to the cruelty she displays when she and Thiago scoff in my presence. I can tell she likes him and could be also doing this to win his favour or she’s just a bully that likes stomping on people. I feel like I’m in kindergarten, trying to fit within the already tight-knit groups, but I don’t think even then the kids were mean to me. 
Melanie however, despite her busy nature, has been my saving grace. She's too busy helping Pedro in managing the hotel but is always checking up on me. She and the lovely janitor Julietta, who’s surprisingly Thiago’s cousin, are the sole reason I’m not eating lunch in the locked bathrooms. Julietta, especially, has been loud about her disapproval of the way they treat me and seems especially annoyed at Thiago who she assured is ‘Not like that’.
Well, Julietta, he is like that and he should be grateful I’m taking meds and went to therapy. Speaking of which, I need a new therapist, it seems like I’ll need it.
Third Person Narration
“Hi, my love.” Jotaro’s even deeper voice voices out as y/n places herself sideways whilst looking at him.
“Hi, Jojo. I miss you.” Y/n says softly.
“I miss you more. Why do you look so sad? “ Jotaro questions while peering at the slight pout that seems more of a permanent fixture as the days go by.
“Nothing.” She withdraws while attempting to smile.
“Baby, just tell me, and I’ll listen to you vent.” 
And this ensures a long ranting session where he calmly listens, eyes never looking away, ears fine-tuned to the soft ramblings of her troubled work life, nodding and interjecting only when he couldn’t get a point to its fullest.
“So this Thiago is harassing you, and you can't tell Lucas 'cause he seems uncaring for your issues.”
“Yes !”
“Do you want me to book a plane there? I will at any moment if you need me.” Jotaro calmly replies 
“No, no don’t. I’ll get over it, Just need to keep up taking my meds.”She replies in a slightly cheery tone.
“I wish I was there, or should I tell Gramps? The old man should be worth-”
“No, don’t think of it. This happened because they know I’m related to him and think I’m some pompous rich kid. And you know what, they aren’t far off, I do have the privilege that comes with having connections and my mom being a partner of the law firm but I have never acted as so. Or have I?” The once confident tone dims to a silent murmur of contemplation.
“Of course not love.” He reassures her. He wishes he could teleport to her rather than remain helpless in Zanzibar but he knows his girl can pull through and when she can’t anymore he’ll aid Thiago in finally using that dental insurance coverage.
“Anyway, what’s up with you? Where is your anchor currently stationed, Captain Kujo.” She ends with a salute
Jotaro tells her of his tales, omitting parts that may cause a heart attack and explaining the beauty of the city and the marine biologists he’s already met up with as he plans on working with them a bit for some research.
“And I hope that ring is on display y/n. Everyone must know that you are a kept woman.” He reminds her
“‘Kept?’ babe this is the 21st century, not 1AD and yes it is always around my finger.”
“Y/N DINNER!” Abdul shrieks out.
“It seems you are needed, don’t keep them waiting,” Jotaro says with a slightly disappointed face.
“They can wait, I still want to talk to you.” Y/n whines out. Right on cue, Patience shouts.
“Stop talking to your man and get here already.” 
“This is the reason you sleep alone at night,” Y/n shouts back in mild frustration and Patience shrieks out
“Says the woman in a long-distance relationship. Will Jotaro cuddle you virtually? I don’t think so, I guess we are riding the same waves.”She argues back, tone increasing as she decreases the distance from the dining to y/n dimly lit bedroom.
“I think she’s actually coming to beat me up. Bye. I love you, my starfish.” 
And before Jotaro replies back, mind swirling with the affectionate nickname and breath hitched, she cuts the call. And as he hears the waves crashing on the seaside, he texts back 
“I love you too, my koi.”
8 May 20XX,
I resent Thiago. It’s not the not-so-subtle insults, the ignorance even in more professional settings like group meets, or even his thinly veiled sneers whenever we meet paths. No, it's just him. He reminds me a lot of my former self for some reason. At least I never stopped as low as bullying anyone but still. To see a representation of who I could have been doesn’t make me grateful that I worked so hard to rid my ego, actually, it seems the world favours such behaviours.
It may sound crazy but then why on earth is he head of marketing? Like he for sure can’t put himself in the same position as the consumer as his head is too busy stuck up his ass to care about anything other than his fade and the Brazilian football team. The point is, I worked so hard to be a better person. I moved to another freaking continent in an attempt to understand the world around me and it seems like my hard work was all for naught. Why did I spend hours in therapy if someone like him gets the easy way out? He’s well-liked, has an outstanding social dynamic, and gets to have quick lies with someone as stunning as Nalu whenever he feels like whereas I was reduced to feeling like a monster for having his traits.  It's not fair. I put in the work, I put in the hours to become a good person and yet I’m the pathetic new hire that everyone hates because I got this job through connections. 
Was this all for nothing? Does it seem the world rewards bad behaviour so what benefit do I have from staying good?
Third-Person Narration.
“Y/n if you don’t bash the head of this nigga one of these fine days I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”Patience tsks on one of those rare days when all of them are coincidentally off. 
They are seated on their couch, a beautiful, rust-coloured shade with the finest of leather that spans the majority of the sitting room. The couch was a delightful find in a second-hand refurbishing furniture shop nearby. All of them are looking onto y/n as the tunes of some classic hip hop play in a low tone, and their brown shades dimly light up their sitting room creating a cosy atmosphere as dusk settles tonight.
“I’d love you to but I promised Grandpa Joseph I won’t be a bother.”Y/n moans out.
“Look babes, give him a taste of his own medicine. You genuinely can’t be allowing anyone to be talking to you like that . Personally, I’d be talking back.” Abdul says in an encouraging lilt.
“I just want a peaceful working environment. That doesn’t sound peaceful. And Dr. Hose said I should just ignore him.”Y/n countered.
“Well, Dr. Hose is not taking the insults for you. Or defending you. The man is seated making $25 an hour for telling you something soft feminine girls say on the internet regularly. When did you become such a wimp?” Patience sighs out while aggressively munching the popcorn sat on my lap.
“Stop eating that, dinner is almost here,” Abdul chides.
“I’m not a wimp, I just don’t want to undo my hard work over some man-child who could be a xenophobe.” Y/n quietly mutters.
“Therapy has made you soft. University you would have started a sumo match on the first day. Where did that fire go? You are a Goddamn lawyer l/n, the basis of our job description is to shit-talk with really good arguments!” Patience exclaims, still chomping the last of the popcorn to the point of crushing the unpopped seeds 
“I know you still don’t know why I went MIA after graduation. Or why I’m taking therapy but trust me when I say that my anger issues were not just that and returning to that would be bad.”Y/n expresses in a low tone.
A chill swept by causing y/n to hug her blanket in comfort. After a near-deafening silence, Abdul then asks
“So what will you do?”
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After taking her morning coffee from the break room, Y/n  heads to the conference room. Since it's her first time, she seems captivated by the mural depicting the nightlife of Sao Paulo at the back of the room  and is only brought back to the present when Melanie softly mutters to her
“Y/n let's sit, the meeting is about to begin.”
This is the first time she is introduced to the Hotel Director Fernando. He seems like a sweet pal and if it weren’t for the grey hairs you’d think he’s much younger. He and Joseph share the same vibe and y/n understands why they get along well.
The meeting went well. The monthly quota of yadda and the marketing yadda seems to be well and by the end of it all things seem to be in more order and thus everyone leaves with a smile.
“Oh, and by the way Y/n, our new data analyst has been doing such a splendid job already. A round of applause. Sorry, we didn’t meet earlier but welcome to Starfish Hotel. She did law consulting for our new branch in Kilifi, Kenya so she’s become quite experienced in the hospitality industry.” He says as they lightly clap sans Thiago, Lucas, and Nalu. Y/n lets out a tight smile. Kind of like the ones people who accidentally meet each other's eyes give.
This time though Thiago gives off a slightly shocked face.
‘Yeah, I’m experienced. Thought I was just an unsuccessful nepo baby huh.’ She thinks with a slight smirk.
“And as usual, I’d like to welcome her with a nice group dinner, so I booked a reservation at that Brazilian fusion restaurant nearby. Mandatory.” He says with a smile, punctuating his sentence with a semi-serious tone.
The room buzzes in glee. It seems like a popular restaurant and when y/n questions why Melanie responds.
“It’s not that it's posh, it's just the food is really good, and sometimes since we are  are closer to a stadium, footballers eat there after the game.” She excitedly remarks 
Y/n says nothing though she thinks that it would be wonderful to eat there. If she likes it so much, she can even take Patience and Abdul there. 
Aside from the meeting, the day went surprisingly well. Largely because Thiago is out and Lucas is busy but still it seems better than most. She’s introduced to one of Lucas's subordinates, Richiarldo and they get along well once they discover their love for similar Anime. Though bickering ensues on whether Jujutsu Kaisen is good or just that it was a well-written Naruto and Y/n, despite hating Gege’s sadistic ass, defends the show like she’s personally getting paid.
“Damn, no wonder you are a lawyer. I was moved enough to even read the manga.” He laughs after her last defence.
“I only got the degree so that I could properly argue out controversial anime opinions.”
“Though you do admit, the similarities are uncanny.” Richiarldo teases.
“Kind of. He definitely took the foundation of Naruto.” She admits.
Then he’s called over by Lucas who has an undefined scowl on his face and he cheerfully bids her bye, brunette ponytail swishing as he moves away from the lunchroom and encourages her to get back to work.
By the time the orange hues in the sky get significantly darker, y/n is done with her current assignment and quickly heads over to the staff parking lot where everyone is meeting to wait for Fernando. She detects mutters in Portuguese of the orders they will make and she just seems excited that she is slowly understanding the dialect.
Soon he walks out and the group of 12 heads to the restaurant. The open-planned restaurant is brightly lit and has fairy lights in every booth. Alongside those strings are threads of fake vines that lead up to the large circular bar at the centre. The ground is covered in fake grass and luckily the spot reserved sits at the perfect point to see the ocean. The large table is properly dispersed and despite y/n being able to sit beside Richiarldo and Melanie, she directly faces Thiago and Lucas. Nalu is nowhere near them and for some reason, that earned her a glare.
Dinner went smoother than expected, Y/n  had a lovely prawn cream known as Vatapa, recommended by Richiarldo. He then ordered some Pastels and Pao de queijo which we shared. His personal dish was a Feijoada, a dish his mom used to sell. They chatted the entire time and y/n felt comfortable around new people for the first time in a long time. Smiling and chatting with them in spite of the language barrier and despite the odd accent as she tried saying phrases in the dialect, they still cheered her on like a child learning to walk.
By the time nine reached, Fernando ordered beers, and y/n ordered a mocktail. And the night went on and on. Melanie just slumped out after arguing with absolutely no one. Richiarldo wants to call his girlfriend and hasn’t been off the phone since and Fernando has been even more jovial, encouraging bad behaviour by asking for even more beers. 
“So y/n, how’s life as a rich kid? I haven’t seen you driving a Porsche or is that for your one-year working anniversary.” Thiago snarls with a slur. Some at the table look at her yet most seem unaware of the brewing tension between the group.Y/n stays silent, instead eating her lukewarm Canjica.
“Or will you be made a COO under some mysterious circumstances ?” He pressured on. Those who were merely eavesdropping seem to look at him questioningly, and soon the cheer and loud yapping seem to dilute to murmurings.
“Hey, shut up. Take your bitter ass elsewhere.” Richiarldo slurs out in Portuguese
“How about I punch you instead.''Thiago lunges at Richiarldo and what should have been a table-crashing, glass-shattering argument was instead a total smackdown. Thiago punched the already too-drunk Richiarldo to the floor and the entire restaurant erupts into murmurings. Soon, the group is forced out and Fernando talks to the manager wide-eyed, pleading to not get banned.
Y/n, is at her breaking point, in comparison to all the drunkards, she’s the soberest and so after  putting most of them in a safe Uber home, she’s left with Thiago, Lucas, and Nalu. Then she calls her own Uber.
“What about us?” Nalu questions.
“Thiago can manage. I mean he could beat up his own colleague. He has the strength to call for an Uber.” She calmly responds once confirming the location.
“Yeah, all you rich people are the same. Couldn’t care less for us because we aren’t worth much huh.” Thiago shouts out in an odd mix of English and Portuguese.
“Jesus Christ ENOUGH WITH ALL THIS. Why are you so bent on making my life a living hell? Ok, I got my job based on pulling a few strings and so what? Clearly, I’m good at it. I couldn’t give less of a fuck if you had to work hard. And if you haven’t already figured out that life isn’t fair, here’s a quick reminder.” She gestures dramatically at her full figure.
“Do you know that my aunt worked hard for your position? I promised her that after struggling to get her diploma in IT I’d get her a job here. To get Juliette to university at her chosen school which she couldn’t be able to get because they are poor. And then at the last minute, you waltz in and suddenly I’m told the job that I promised her is gone. And her daughter has to scrub floors and I have to watch you have the life I so desperately wanted for them.” Thiago chokes out, eyes watery. Nalu attempts to hug him and he softly shoves her away as he stands more upright.
“And, so what? You blame the burdens of life on me , someone you didn’t even care to know properly? You think I’ll feel pity for you because you had it hard? I don’t give a shit. Cry me a river for all I care and the world would remain unfair. To think, you could have told me this issue and I would have aided you but instead, it seems acting like a middle school bully was the better option. “ She punctuates the sentence with a click and a ding from her phone notifies her of her requested driver. After bidding Fernando bye and assuring him that all is well despite the outburst, she leaves, not once looking back at them.
12 May 20XX
Do I feel bad for Thiago? Kind of. My mom wasn’t born wealthy and based on what I heard from my childhood she was barely able to afford the roof over her head. I don’t remember that much because she landed a case that got her paid well and hasn’t struggled since. Typical rags to riches. But that was a one-in-a-million opportunity. Not everyone has that kind of advantage. 
Guess you’ll always be a villain in someone’s story no matter how minuscule your involvement in their life may seem to you.
Third-Person Narration.
The next day was awkward, yet people politely asked if y/n was fine after the outburst. Juliette, almost teary, seemed close to bowing in apology for her cousin, and Y/n feeling more awkward than ever, bought her a juice and hotdog from the canteen and made her promise to not feel bad about the instance. 
She went to Fernando’s office with a brown letter in her hand.
“Y/n, come sit down. How have you been?” He remorsefully asks.
“I’m fine. These things happen .” Y/n politely replies.
“So, what brings you here?” Fernando asks, a thick eyebrow raised.
“Here.” She says whilst sliding the letter.
Fernando reads it slowly and says softly.
“Did what Thiago say hurt you that deeply?” 
“It wasn’t about being hurt. It felt like the moral thing to do. I’ll manage on my own.” She says in a monotonous tone.
After a long sigh, and a look at his window which directly oversaw the pool area and beach, now filled with cherry children and scared parents, he says.
“You’re a grown-up. Ok, I accept the resignation.”
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