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[loganofthenorth]

Did I go into this thinking I'd be a mighty hero? Of course not.

...

Okay, well, maybe a little bit... I wouldn't have gone on this quest had I thought it would end this way. I was foolish. Had hope I might prevail. Instead, water drips from the drip stone high above my head, and echoes against the cracked stone floor. Streams run into these cracks and several luminous dragonflies zip around the area to collect any flies enjoying the damp atmosphere. I'm not sure if my lack of breath is due to fear, or the humid air which suffocated me in this dark place underneath the ocean.

"Well, 'Chosen One?' Are you going to bow down and face judgement, or are you going to stand there like a snivelling coward?" The taller man standing across the cave from me questioned. A dragon with scales that reflected what little light the cave offered in a chromatic sort of way circled us. Her giant feet were slow in their steps as she gracefully moved her large body around the two of us. If I ran, she'd likely swallow me whole... I could sleigh her with my sword, but then what? He was a powerful wizard with magic which could restrain me. If I attack him first, the dragon will fry me. I could likely escape with my life, but... I likely would not escape with the artifact that hid within my bag, a loose raggedy thing strapped to my shoulder.

"Dimitri has terrible taste in heroes..." The wizard sighed in exhausted dismay. He took a moment to comb back his long black hair, which shined like the dragon's scales. A cocky smirk rested under his large nose, and his green eyes- the colour of which also matched the dragon's scales- glimmered with amusement. "What is it with great wizards and sending scrawny children to do their dirty work? Why can't he be a proper gentleman and perform his own suicide missions?" The wizard complained.

"You... Know Master Gracen?" I asked timidly.

"Why, has Dimitri not told you? I thought certainly he'd have at least warned you what you were up against. Please, allow me to introduce myself." The wizard before me mused. He bowed gracefully to me, a wicked grin across his face. "The name is Corren Hofftraitor. You can call me Coy, if you like."

"Coy? Like your attitude?" I couldn't prevent myself from snarking him despite the grave situation.

Coy laughed and clutched his stomach as his deep bellowing echoed through the cavern. "Yes," He heaved for breath as he finally calmed down. I felt my shoulders slump, and my gaze avert away from him. "Yes, like my attitude. I do like the younger heroes, they have such spirit in them. So nice to see someone who has yet to be crushed by the world... A shame I'll have to kill you to get what I want." Coy continued. He reached out his hand towards me, then held his chin up high. "Now kneel, and present the artifact to me. Or I shall make the remainder of your life a living hell." He threatened.

"But... My village. We need this artifact." I stammered. I took a step back, and the dragon growled in warning.

"Inerva, at ease." Coy soothed his reptilian friend. The dragon ruffled her wings and blew out smoke, then shifted her legs and lowered herself to lay down. "There's a good girl." Coy praised as he reached out and patted her scales gently. "As for your village... Might I ask, what does your village need this time? Will this artifact stop a monster? Perhaps cure a drought? Or, mayhaps, is it going to break a curse? I'm curious what con my old friend and rival is pulling this time." Coy went on, his attention back on me.

I could have escaped at this point... Grab my broken broomstick from the jagged ground and cast a quick mending spell before his dragon gets up. Or perhaps a teleportation spell would be more practical... I'd just need to know where I'm teleporting to.

Regardless, I was curious. "Con, Mr. Hofftraiter?" I asked to clarify.

"Yes, a con. The idea that anyone can be special and save the world by adding random things to some Wizard's collection. Kids keep getting killed over this and yet he's the 'good' guy." Coy complained.

"For the record, I'm not a kid, I'm 21." I defended.

"Oh, honey. To me that still makes you a kid." Coy mused. "But regardless... There's nothing magical about that trinket. It's simply a rare collector's item and your 'Master' wants it for himself." Coy explained.

"You're lying! Master Gracen said we needed it to craft a potion to cure my people's disease!" I declared.

"Ah, so that's what he promised you... A cute in exchange for the trinket. How quant. Unfortunately, I am also a collector, and unlike Dimitri I get my own hands dirty for what I want. Now hand it over and accept your fate." Coy threatened deviously.

The feeling of despair fell over my shoulders, and the realization that I had failed, doomed my entire family. All I could do then, was pray. I whispered to any Gods whom might listen, begged them to assist me in this moment of possible failure, and grant me guidance on what to do next.

I knelt down in front of the villain, and slowly reached inside my bag. While Coy pulled out a large knife, I pulled out the artifact. Eagerly, Coy swiped it from my hands. Then chuckled maliciously.

"Oh, excellent. This will go nicely beside my Egyptian Artifact collection." Coy decided.

I closed my eyes and waited, knowing this would be the end..

I felt cold steel against my neck after I obeyed a firm command to bow my head.

Then a sharp pain, and warm blood dripping from my neck and down my back. I was surprised, however, when the sword was sheathed and a hand was offered to me.

"There. In return, I have removed the tracking spell your Master engraved in you." Coy announced.

"The what spell!?!" I exclaimed.

"Gods you're oblivious... er... How about we return to my place, you can become my own apprentice, and I can tell you everything. K?" Coy offered as he climbed onto the back of his dragon.

"I... can't betray my Master. Or abandon my people." I argued.

"Your master is supposed to be protecting that village. He doesn't need a special vase to make the antidote, he'll do it once he realizes you're not coming back. Your master sees you as a tool, nothing more." Coy informed me.

"I guess..." I conceded. I felt a pit form in my stomach, knowing I couldn't return without that artifact or Master Gracen would not heal my people. "I have always wanted to ride a dragon..." I then attempted to persuade myself.

Coy smiled, then patted a space behind him. I eagerly ran over, climbed on, and held Inerva's spikes tightly.

Apparently I'd be the fifth adventurer Coy ended up adopting.

Which is better than being the fifth one to die certainly.

When the villain demanded that you submit or be destroyed you just apathetically shrugged and braced yourself for death. You were surprised when the villain did not kill you and instead offered you a nice, comfortable room and an appointment with their personal therapist.

[moonstruckme]

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Can you write Remus comforting a reader with an anxiety disorder when someone told them "there's nothing to be anxious about. You just want attention" ??? Pretty please?? Love you pookieeeeeee

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cw: mean girl stuff, social anxiety

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 929 words

“Shh.” Remus holds you close to his chest, his hand moving up and down your arm now that your crying has slowed. “It’s okay. It’s just us, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you echo, croakily. You’re glad you can’t see your boyfriend’s face, for fear you’d die of embarrassment otherwise. The looming insecurity of your day stands over you like a grim reaper. 

You arrived home from a friend’s birthday dinner to find Remus sitting on the couch, already marking the page of his book as he turned to you with a soft smile. 

“Hi, sweetheart. How was it?” 

You replied, through a laugh that turned into a sob halfway through, “Not great.” 

The dinner had been an event of foreboding for you since your invite. You’d been determined to be a good friend by not bailing, but actually going had confirmed your worst fears; it was loud, crowded, filled with people you didn’t know and didn’t fit with. Your outfit wasn’t right, the menu was daunting, and conversation swirled all around you about things you weren’t a part of. The fallout was basically inevitable. 

You perhaps waited too long to excuse yourself. You were sweating buckets and breathing around a lump by the time you did, whispering an explanation to your friend before locking yourself into a bathroom stall to talk yourself down. You’re sure she didn’t mean anything by telling the people sitting closest to her why you were gone—you don’t think she’d do it to gossip, and she’s never talked down to you about that sort of thing, at least not to your face—but by the time you returned one of her friends—a stranger to you, who’s name you can’t even remember—had formulated a fairly decisive opinion and dubbed you an attention seeker. 

You stayed only a little longer after that. Just long enough to avoid attracting more attention. And you worked yourself up well enough on the way home that all it took was one innocent question from Remus to send you crumpling into his arms. 

You’ve tried to steel yourself more than once, but any attempts at stoicism have been foiled by your boyfriend’s tender looks and whispered placations, which only make you cry harder. If you’re an attention seeker, Remus is your holy grail. Self loathing sits lodged in your throat like a stone. 

“Whose friend was it, again?” Remus asks, stroking your arm gently. 

You take a breath, trying to steady your voice. “Does it matter?” 

“I don’t mean it’s your friend’s fault, sweetheart,” Remus says. He’s all softness and patience, better than you could ever deserve. “I just thought you might talk to her, if you want to. She ought to know her friend is going around saying cruel things.” 

“She was there.” Your throat tightens at the memory. 

“Oh. Then I don’t suppose you need to say anything; I’m sure she’s already very upset for you.” 

You try to laugh, frustrated with yourself when it only seems to spur another wave of tears. “Rem. You’re biased.” 

“What?” Remus sounds genuinely surprised. “You don’t think she’s angry with that other girl?”

“She’s her friend.” 

“So are you.” His arms tighten around you protectively, chin bumping your head. “I may be biased, but the other girl was clearly in the wrong. There’s no excuse for the way she acted.” 

A dozen rebuttals fly about your head, but you keep your mouth shut. You don’t have the energy to argue. Unfortunately, Remus hears your argument in the silence anyway. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, “no one puts themselves through what you do for attention. You don’t choose to feel that way.”

You hunch your back, tucking your head underneath his chin. “I do get attention for it, though.” 

“That doesn’t mean you want it.” 

“But I—”

“Do you want it?” You can’t see Remus, but you hear the hardened edge to his tone. “Did you like it, when that girl called attention to you in the middle of the dinner?” 

Your voice smalls. “No.” 

“Right.” The gentleness returns. Remus puts his lips to your head. “I know you didn’t, dovey. So don’t torment yourself, please. She doesn’t know anything about you.” 

You push your lips together. He lets you chew on your next words for a while, his thumb swiping softly back and forth over your upper arm, the sleeve of your top shifting slightly with the motion. 

“What if…” You gnaw the inside of your cheek. Remus waits. “What if everyone thinks that?” 

“Mm. Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t think most people would. Surely not anyone who knows you, or anyone worth being around.” He takes a breath, thinking. “You can’t always control what people think. I know you say I’m biased, but anyone who thinks something like that really isn’t worth thinking about at all. You’ve got enough going through that head of yours, yeah?” He kisses your hair fondly. 

“I guess so,” you admit. 

“Yeah,” Remus decides. He pulls away to see your face, pushing hair away from your tacky cheeks. “I’d say so.” 

You wonder if you look as horrendously in love as you feel. You think you must, because your boyfriend’s expression softens impossibly further as he turns his head to give you a proper kiss. You feel raw but comforted, and suddenly, totally exhausted. 

“Let the bullies worry about themselves.” Remus gives you a tender look. “I’ll worry about you.” 

You let a small smile tilt your lips. “And what am I left to worry about?” 

“Nothing,” he says solemnly. “Think you can manage that?” 

“Nope.” 

“Mm. Well, try.” 

[hederasgarden]

Hiya! David!clark with prompt 2 from your list pretty please w the juiciest cherry on top! SMOOCHES TO YOUUU

Smooches to you as well, anon!! This was such a cute drabble request!

Pairing: David!Clark Kent x F!Reader Word Count: 532 Rating: Gen. This is pure fluff with the prompt, Wait a minute. Are you jealous? A/N: Thank you to @ryebecca for looking this over! Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

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“And, anyway,” Clark continues, fumbling with the stack of papers in his hands. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea to meet him alone. Someone should come with you. Just for safety, you know? You can never be too careful.”

You raise an eyebrow. “It’s a date, Clark. Not some shady source for a story. You’re acting like I’m meeting a criminal kingpin.”

He frowns, pushing his glasses back up his nose in a familiar gesture you’ve seen him do a hundred times. “That’s not what I meant at all. I’m just saying, you don’t know this guy. He could be anyone. He could be an axe murderer, for all we know.”

It’s only the worried crease between his brow and the genuine concern you see in his eyes that keep you from laughing at how seriously he’s taking this.

“He’s friends with Jimmy,” you remind him, giving his very firm, muscly shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

“How well does Jimmy actually know this guy?” Clark questions. “Are they actual friends, or more like ‘a friend of a friend’ kind of situation?”

“I think they play pickleball together?” you say, though you can’t fully remember. Jimmy tended to ramble a lot and well, truth be told, sometimes you tuned him out. “Or maybe it was D&D? I’m not sure which one it is, but he’s definitely not some random weirdo. Just a nerd.”

“I should talk to Jimmy,” Clark says with a nod like he hasn’t even heard you. 

Before he can walk past, you stop him with a firm hand on his chest, your fingertips grazing the crisp, starchy white shirt he’s wearing. 

“Wait a minute. What’s going on?” You question. 

Clark may have had the reputation of the office big brother, always looking out for everyone, but this was something else. It felt different. It felt like he liked you.

No.

That couldn’t be right. He was so wildly out of your league and that thought sounded insane, even to your own ears. But as you study his face, you catch the way his eyes flick away from yours for just a beat too long, the briefest hesitation, and how his hand tightens around the stack of papers, his knuckles whitening.

“Are you jealous?” The words slip out before you can stop them. You wince, wishing you could swallow them back up when you see the tips of Clark’s ears turn red. He opens his mouth, then closes it, before tugging on his collar. 

“Oh,” you whisper. 

“Is that a good oh?” Clark asks you, looking almost nervous. 

“Oh,” you say again like an idiot as your brain tries to catch up with the sharp left turn this conversation has taken. Clark Kent liked you. Like actually liked you. 

"I do," Clark murmurs, and it takes a second to realize you must have said that last part out loud.

“Well, I should probably cancel that date then,” you tell him.

“And I should probably ask you out,” he replies, glancing around the bullpen before stepping closer. 

“Yeah,” you agree, getting a little lost in how blue his eyes are. 

“Will you -”

“Yes,” you interrupt.

He laughs and you grin.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 14

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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When Castro leaves, there’s no buffer left to you. As usual, you have no defense against this man. You feel Bucky watching you as you avoid him.

You take in the decor. As nice as it is, it’s just another reminder of the distance between you and this man. He has everything and you have nothing. You are entirely at his whim. 

He sighs and you sense the subtle shift behind you as he stands. You glance over your shoulder as he strips off his jacket. He stretches his neck to either side and it pops. 

“May as well get settled, doll, too late to send you off now,” he drawls. 

You face him entirely and nod. Resignation isn’t such a new feeling to you. He looks at you with a fire in his eyes. He comes forward and you plant your feet. 

“Are you excited? At all? A wedding? A wardrobe? The most powerful man in the city?” He stops before you and tilts his head. 

You stare at him and open your mouth. You should lie to him but you can’t force the words out. Despite your speechless gape, he doesn’t appear disappointed. He cups your cheek and his tongue peeks out over his lip and he considers you. 

“I respect that. You’re too honest for your own good.” His thumb brushes up to your temple. “So I’ll ask the big question, do you think... do you think I’m handsome, doll? I have been told I got nice eyes but I got a lot of people around me who will tell me whatever I wanna hear.” 

You flinch and narrow your eyes. You feel a dimple pinch. He smirks. 

“You think that’s funny,” he states. 

“I guess. You don’t need me to answer that, do you?” 

He takes a breath, “maybe not but I’d like to hear it from you.” 

You look down then flick your eyes back up, “yes, you are handsome, Mr. Barnes.” 

He snickers and brings his other hand up, cradling your head gently. “And you’re gorgeous, baby.” You scrunch your face and clucks, “don’t make that face, you know it too.” 

“Barnes--” 

“Bucky,” he insists. 

“Bucky,” you echo wistfully. 

“Hey, I know I gotta treat you right or one day you’ll find someone to take care of me--” 

You shove him, not thinking. His words lash you like a fiery whip. He takes a step back, though you know that you truly can’t impact him that much. 

“Don’t you dare—How could you say that to me?” 

His eyes drift placidly then spark as they fall on you again, “you play innocent with everyone else. It’s perfect, but not with me. I know what you’re capable of.” 

Your nose tingles, “you don’t understand--” 

“I don’t?” He arches a brow. “I don’t understand the bruises on your neck or the desperation in your voice? I didn’t deliver you exactly what you wanted on a platter?” 

“Why are you doing all this? What—do I have to get on my knees and thank you?” You step forward then stop. You sneer and drop to your knees. You clasp your hands together with a clap. “Oh, Bucky Barnes, the King, thank you for putting that gun in my hand. Thank you for taking those years of abuse and twisting them into your prize. Thank you. Is that good enough?” 

He looks down at you. His expression is clear, calm. He holds out his hands. 

“Get up,” he demands. 

“No, you want me on my knees. You want me beneath you. To know that I owe you this life.” You tug but he doesn’t let go. “I don’t want it. I never did. I just wanted... I wanted my sisters to be free.” 

He slowly bends his knees and lets you go. He comes eye level with you as you take a breath. He scoops you up in a single motion and you cry out. He hikes you up, turning you sideways in his arms. You push on his chest, your other arm stuck against him. 

“Barnes--” 

“Why don’t you just call me James then? If you’re going to act like my mother,” he growls as he marches past the sofa. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t--” 

“You meant it. Goddamn it, doll, that’s as genuine as you’ve been with me. Don’t think I’m stupid,” he takes you into the foyer and turns up the large staircase. You wriggle as panic swells in me. 

“Please, I’m... I don’t know what I’m doing. I told you--” 

You voice fizzles as he remains silent, his expression stone. You look down and shudder in his embrace. He carries you to the second floor and down a hallway. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the four-postered bed, dropping you onto the plush cushion. 

“All you need to worry about knowing how to do, is keeping me happy,” he snarls. “That’s it.” He glares at you with a fearsome leer. “I told you, all I want is you. Not your lies, not your groveling, just you.” 

You prop yourself up on your elbows, “I...” you search his face. “I don’t know how to give you that.” 

He steps closer and bends over you slowly. A hot breath plumes from his nose as he plants his hands on either side of you. You drag yourself up on the bed and he lowers himself to trap you there. He leans in until his nose touches yours. 

“You don’t gotta try so hard,” he brushes his nose on your cloyingly. “You just gotta... be...” his traces down to your cheek, nuzzling you. “Doll,” he tilts his head to nibble your lower lip. He growls and pulls on it until it slips free. 

He frames your chin as he comes down onto an elbow. He crushes his lips to yours and you hum in surprise. His tongue begs for entrance and you easily abide his plea. His hand slips down to your throat as he invades your mouth. Like everything he ever taken, he claims you with brute force. 

[flightyalrighty]

Hey you got an advices for a newbie who thinks about doing commissions? :>

And did you have any bad experiences? (You don't have to answer if it is too private)

I won't go into detail for any bad commission experiences, but I can at least tell you what I learned from em in the form of the advice you asked for:

PRICING! When figuring out pricing, ask yourself the following:

What is an hour of my work worth? This question helps you avoid underselling yourself aka selling under minimum wage. You're definitely worth more than that. $20 is a pretty good starting point for folks who aren't too confident in their own stuff.

How long does it take to complete an art piece? Create one sample of every type of commission you want to sell. Time yourself when you make them. Whatever amount of time it takes to create each piece multiplied by the hourly wage you've set for yourself is going to be your base price for each thing ($20 x 2 hours for a full body sketch = $40). You can also use the samples you've made to help advertise in your commission post and show your potential clients what it is they can expect from you!

How should I charge for add-ons? Once again, figure how long something takes, and shoot for something that seems both fair for you and the client. For extra characters or something like a background, for example, I charge an extra 50% of the base price.

PROBLEMATIC CLIENTS! Got a client that doesn't know what they actually want? Too wishy washy? Too nitpicky? There's a solution! Offer a limited amount of revisions. I offer two free ones, personally. Once the client is out of revisions, I charge them 20% for each additional revision, and I MAKE SURE THEY CAN SEE THAT ON THE FORM THEY FILL OUT. That way, clients are encouraged to get their WHOLE idea in order before going to you. No one wants to be charged extra for a mistake they made, after all -- And it's definitely their mistake if they leave out any details they later deem important and want you to fix.

THE AFOREMENTIONED FORM TO BE FILLED! I used Google Forms, personally. It makes your little business look a bit more professional AND it helps you keep track of multiple projects at once, while prompting the clients to give you the info you specifically need (like reference images). It's good!

BE PROFESSIONAL! You're more likely to get repeat customers if you maintain a professional customer service attitude while handling clients, and deliver your work as promptly as you can. Delivering work PROMPTLY is definitely something you need to imagine me circling and underlining. Please do your best to not take, like, a year? To complete a commission? It's a really bad look. Treat it like homework. Give yourself your own little due date to work with.

While we're on that! DEFINITELY send your clients WIPs while you work! Showing that you're making progress is a great way to get feedback from the client before it's too late to change anything, PLUS it keeps their mind at ease about the possibility of you potentially taking their money and running.

KEEP YOURSELF SAFE! Speaking of taking money and running, set up a system that works when it comes to charging clients and delivering the goods. I have been burned in the past and have learned from this. Some artists charge their clients upfront before delivering anything at all. Personally, I'm not a fan of this, because then it leaves the client open to feeling uneasy about possibly getting scammed. Obviously I'm not a scammer, but to lift the weight of that possibility on the minds of my clients, I charge half upfront and half upon completion. This way, I already have SOME money so the client isn't gonna "dine-and-dash" me, and the client, likewise, is holding the other half of the pay in a friendly self-imposed hostage situation. I do recommend this!

I also use Paypal to INVOICE my clients. This way, I have full control over the nature of what I'm charging and can avoid the client accidentally (or maliciously) sending a payment with something in there meant to get my Paypal account shut down. DO NOT WRITE JOKES ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE CHARGING YOUR CLIENT FOR. DO NOT GET YOURSELF IN TROUBLE FOR SOMETHING STUPID.

And this is all the advice I currently have on me! I hope it helps!

[bloofuskazoo]

Attention all Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends fan artists!

This art collaboration is for you!

Myself, and a group of other Foster’s fans have briefly talked in comments about starting an art collaboration project. If you’re interested in joining the art collab, please comment on this post and I will add your name to the list. If you decide to join, you will need an email in order to send your art files.

RULES

Anyone can join

Absolutely no nsfw art allowed. This includes any content that is not suitable for the intended audience of the show.

Your contribution to the collab must be a FHFIF character. OC’s may be allowed if approved first.

No AI artists or art allowed. Must be your own work.

No stealing others works.

Limit of one character per person (for now) so that we can keep things fair.

No limit to things you can add to the background scene.

Be kind to others. Everyone’s art style is different. All skill level artists are allowed. However, we ask that you draw as best you can, and do not rush or troll the piece.

No fighting over characters. First come first serve.

Send the file via email in the highest quality your drawing program allows

THEME

The theme of art piece will be: Adopt-A-Thought Saturday, just to make things a little more exciting and to have enough room to add everyone.

HOW IT WORKS

Everyone can add to the piece as we go. Use your best judgement when adding to the piece when it’s your turn. You will draw your character, and any additional details to the scene or overall background. Feel free to add whatever you like to the background.

We will be assigning characters to everyone so that there is no confusion and conflict. Once an artist chooses a character to draw, you will be assigned that character and added to the list. Please don’t ask to change characters once the art piece is sent to you to work on.

Once you’re finished your part of the piece, send the file in the highest quality and attach it to an email, then send it to kazoobloo46@gmail.com (my email.) From there, I will send it off to the next artist.

ASSIGNED CHARACTERS

BLOO Q. KAZOO - @bloofuskazoo

COCO - @Haxnonoob

JOLLY JENZ (OC) - @themangolover724

HALLOWY (OC) - @bloOst4r

WILT - @wiltenjoyer

BERRY - @cotton-could

GOO - @wiltenjoyer

FLUFFER NUTTER - @themangolover724

THE FOSTER’S HOUSE - @wiltenjoyer

For further questions, you can dm me or email me.

my art references

my email: kazoobloo46@gmail.com

[genderqueerdykes]

100% on the cis women can be dangerous too. It kinda bothers me when I see "no men" queer events in my area, my partner understands that its for women who generally don't feel safe around men and want a space just for women, but I've said that theres no way to enforce and separate just men without excluding people who would benefit from that space also.

and I'm AFAB and genderfluid, I tend to look more masculine because of hormones and not being white. I use womens spaces, so from just my own experience I've been harassed, assaulted, yelled at, policed, and discriminated against more from women than from men. I understand that's probably just because of me using those spaces, and I do kind of agree with my partner that women should have spaces for women, I just don't feel inherently safe being in spaces that are women only.

god that's so terrible, i'm so sorry, i actually have feelings on this that i haven't touched on before, so thank you for sending this ask

and I'm AFAB and genderfluid, I tend to look more masculine because of hormones and not being white. I use womens spaces, so from just my own experience I've been harassed, assaulted, yelled at, policed, and discriminated against more from women than from men. I understand that's probably just because of me using those spaces, and I do kind of agree with my partner that women should have spaces for women, I just don't feel inherently safe being in spaces that are women only.

the thing about this is that queer spaces are not women's only spaces. you're being alienated from spaces that you should belong to. queer spaces do not men "women only". if someone wants to make groups for queer women that are only for queer women, fine, but if they're general queer spaces, especially like trans and lesbian spaces, other people MUST be allowed to participate. not every single queer identity is centered around women.

i agree with you that women should have spaces for women. and you know what? we do! they're called women's support and resource groups. they exist in many, MANY places. even towns in the middle of nowhere end up having women's support groups. women's hospitals, women's shelters, women's hobby groups... they're out there. i have NO clue why people are trying to turn the queer community into one big """women's safe space""" but it's not right. it's because of rad fems and people are listening to them.

the queer community isn't a "women's safe space". if you think that queer spaces need to be "women's safe spaces," you're actually thinking of women's spaces. you're thinking of women's support groups. if you doubt me, please google this:

these are genuinely real places and events that happen. we don't have to try to turn the entire queer community into one big "women's safe space". trans men need safe places to go. queer men need safe places to go. genderqueer and non binary people need places to go. gays need safe places to go. intersex people need safe places to go. questioning trans women and trans women who are also men need safe places to go.

take care of yourself, anon. this behavior is just ridiculous. it's out of control

[calirph]

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from a search on goodread's keywords for fantasy romance and romantasy. please change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit. some of these might be suggestive.

“Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”

“But I will not run. I wouldn't be standing here if I'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome. I will not die today.”

“There is no me without you.”

“They say the soul cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites.”

“You don't love someone because they're a dream of perfection. You love them because of the way they meet their challenges, how they struggle to overcome. You love them because together, you bring out the best in each other.”

“Do you make it a habit to compliment everyone who's trying to kill you?"

“Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"

“Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”

“Love is when you’d rather see someone one last time and die, than never see their face again.”

“You are sweet to be so concerned over my love life, but I’ve decided only to date guys who have bigger swords than me.”

“Laire, get back here! You do not drink before we meet with our mortal enemy.”

“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”

“I bring you the whole of my heart at the rising of the moon and the setting of the stars.”

“You're exquisite. You're transcendent. And you are mine.”

“Fight me, love. You'll need the strength at the pass. Let that power fly."

“Gods, there seemed to be nothing more humiliating than being attracted to someone who didn't feel the same.”

“Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.”

“They were all short lives. She'd just wanted to spend more of hers with him. She'd just wanted more time.”

“You could never hate me as much as you want me.”

“That’s the thing about life. To know there’s an end, to be unable to run from it, but to live anyway.”

“I would fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again”

“I am Death. And you are a fool. I hope revenge is worth it.”

“They despise us because we are Immortal, but it is the blood that runs through our veins ...That they fear.”

“The time for hiding is over. The time for fear is over. The time for action is now.”

“You are powerful by birth but have it in you to be good by choice.”

“It's not protection, little dragon. It's a claim. You're mine. No one touches what belongs to me.”

“Maybe you’ve know what it’s like to be at the bottom, but I doubt you’ve known hell.”

“How can I even look at any other guy on campus when you’re always on my mind? Literally.”

“Love is a not a weakness.”

“My future had been set for me before I was old enough to question it.”

“No one doubts your honourable nature, most noble of kings and best of brothers.”

“When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.”

“Be everything you truly are. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you, my silver one.”

“But if we don’t have peace, we shall have you.”

“Oh, Gesela, do not pretend you despise my attention.”

“He was beautiful and cold, like winter…”

“Answer my question. Send to my will. Why have you come, sweet one?”

“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begin's to stare back at you.”

“Iron is made stronger in the hottest part of the fire, Seth. You didn't break me, you forged me.”

“The whole damn world could burn, and I would still love you. When everything dissipates, you're the only thing I see. You've always been.”

“I’ll happily play the villain if you’re my reward, Mareina.” 

“This realm’s moon hung on the skies, mine laid beside me, smiling and radiant.”

“If you're going to lie, make it a good one.”

“No one is killing my king tonight.”

“My beautiful Olivia, you are the moon of my night sky, beaming light and beauty into my life.”

“That’s it, my bride. Take your pleasure.”

“Perhaps, but the mind is also a powerful force. What you believe, you often see. And what you hope, often comes to be.”

“Patience is about as foreign to me as mercy."

“Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”

“I would have suffered a thousand more years to be with you.”

“It’s not easy to ignore an unfinished day that has been set on reminding you of its bitterness.”

“We aren't anything like strangers anymore, and certainly nothing like enemies. Compassionate like friends. Tender like lovers.”

“All or nothing. In dreams as in life.”

“You need me because I am the Queen of Ithicana.”

“You are mine, mo krrá. The same way that I am yours. From now until the end of time.”

“She would not be mastered by anything again; she was the master of herself.”

“When will you see I'm not your enemy, but your weapon. Wield me..”

“I may be evil but I do have a heart, Princess. It belongs to you. “

“There's no room for doubt on the wings of birds, let alone on the mane of moon dust.”

“I'll say it again. I don't care what you are. I care about who you are.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“I thought all you princes wanted was demure virgins you could pluck for the first time."

“Power was poison, one that slipped beneath the skin and which could turn even the purest soul into a wicked monster.”

“Love was a lethal weapon that rivaled the sharpest sword. It cut directly to the heart.”

“Morgan Pendragon is far from insignificant. She's a force of destiny and you would do well not to trifle with her or ever let her name cross your lips again.”

“I don't think I've ever met anyone as vexing as you,"

“That was what it meant to have power, wasn't it? You could simply destroy that which didn't serve you.”

[celebritybodyswaps]

The Great Friends Shift: Haven Lough & Gibson Avenue

Part 2

Haven’s Pov

I hate being in Gibsons body. Now i know why he was so envious of me and my height. I hate being short.

Well at least Gibsons body isn’t ugly. But i wish i wasn’t this short. Well i guess i have to go hang out with Gibson i mean Haven and Brandon now.

Gibson’s Pov

Wow ive really been enjoying Havens body. Its everything ive ever dreamed of. I mean im not short and im hot. I mean look at thesr abs.

Dont you just want to touch them. Well i better get ready since im going out with Haven i mean Gibson and Brandon.

Brandon’s Pov

Today’s going to be a great day!! I get to hangout with both my friends Haven and Gibson. We decided to meet ip outside a mall and we were going to go shopping and then have a sleepover at Haven’s house.

The only thing ever since we started hanging out Haven and Gibson have been acting weird like I was talking to haven but then he said I’m nit haven I’m Gibson then i asked him about it and he shrugged it off as an accident. Same with Gibson he wouldn’t respond until i said Haven. I decided to talk to Haven and ask him about it.

Haven why are you guys acting weird? Did something happen that i dont know about?

No Brandon nothing is wrong.

Well when I say your name Haven you dont respond but when i say Gibson you respond. Why?

I dont know really i just feel really tired i think thats it.

Okay i suppose.

I didnt really belive Hayven but i felt tired so i decided to go sleep since Givson was already asleep but he did seem mad all day for some reason but i thought he was just having a bad day so i decided not to question it. Well i guess it’s time to sleep.

Brandon fell asleep that night but little did he know things were about to change a lot.

When i woke up i felt very tired but i decided to go use the bathroom but when i walked in i saw Gibson staring back at me. Thats when i screamed!! I realized Gibson wasn’t staring at me i was looking in a mirror i was Haven.

Thats when i saw my body walk in and then Gibson. They started at each other and then looked at me.

Thats when i realized we had swapped bodies.

Guys why am i in Haven body i asked.

Its complicated haven responded Gibson.

Look we me an Gibson swapped bodies last night but we didn’t want to tell you but now im in your body. Sorry Brandon.

Wait so im in havens body. Whos in my body?

I am im gibson.

And so that means that haven is in your body gibson. Right?

Yes Haven is in my body.

What will we do now i asked.

There is nothing we can do Gibson i mean haven said. We just have to live our lives hoping we swap back.

Well i don’t mind your body Haven i actually like being a but taller now and a little bit thinner. I mean look at this fine body am i right. I said with a smirk.

Yeah i guess so replied Haven in Gibsons body. I mean i guess i like my body but it will be a bug change now being way shorter. Said Gibson sadly and angrily.

Well personally Brandon i like your body. It’s not too short or too tall it’s just right. And you have an athletic and attractive body. So i think i will do just right.

Well im off to basketball practice.

As soon as brandon left he thought about always wearing his sports clothes that he get from uni. He cant wait to be a popular person at school and most of all he cant wait to stain all of brandons clothes with white stuff iykyk;)

Well after Gibson left in Brandons body the other two guys decided to use the bathroom and shower but little did they all know they would be exploding with white stuff at the same time if ykyk

The End

If you have any requests for which freinds should be next please send a dm or an inbox

[logicallabyrinth]

Medicinal Grasp

Pairing = Yan! Doctor (Dr Nathaniel Callas) x reader

Warning = yandere, prolonged isolation, prolonged captivity, attempted escape, disturbing behaviour, psychological manipulation

Wc = 2.1k

Summary = Waking up in a blank white room with no memory of how you got there, you soon realize that Dr. Callas is hiding something sinister as you begin to question your safety and the truth behind your fall.

Note = please don't read before reading warnings!!

Your eyes slowly flutter open, you blink. Blink again, trying to regain your vision. The room was monochrome, everything was coloured white. The bed sheets were a soft, white silk and the bedside tables were made of a smooth, white plastic. 

The sheets shifted beneath you as you pressed your weight onto your hands, lifting yourself off the bed. The room was small, but adequate enough for you to move around. Your surroundings felt… odd.

Everything felt like a haze, a dream, something unreal, like straight out of a movie. Then the door clicked open.

“D-Dr Callas…?” you murmured, seeing a faint sign of a white jacket.

“Oh! You’re awake. That’s good.” he responds, crouching as his eyes scanned you up and down.

“W-what happened?” you asked, voice stuttering as you try to deliver your question.

He pauses for a moment, and he looks up at you, meeting your eyes. “You had a bad fall darling. You’re going to have to stay here for a brief period until you recover fully.”

You blink again, trying to process his words. Your head feels fuzzy, and your body seems heavier than usual as if the air of the room itself is pressing down on you. Your heart races as you try to remember how you ended up here, but nothing comes to mind. Only the faint memory of falling, the sense of panic, and then... nothing.

"Stay here?" you repeat, voice barely a whisper. "For how long?"

Dr. Callas smiles reassuringly, but there's something about the way his eyes linger on you that sends a chill down your spine. "Not long. Just enough time to make sure you're fully healed. We wouldn't want to risk anything, would we?"

He stands back up, his white jacket swishing slightly with the movement. His demeanor is calm, collected, but there’s a glint in his eye that feels almost too intense. You try to push the unease aside, but it lingers. His presence is suffocating, like he's watching your every move.

"Do you remember anything about the fall?" he asks, his voice low, almost too soothing. You shake your head, feeling the fog cloud your thoughts.

"No... nothing."

Dr. Callas hums thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving you. "Well, that's okay. I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of. Just relax. Let me know if you need anything." His smile widens, but something about it feels off—too pleasant, too practiced.

As he turns to leave, you can’t help but feel like there's more to this situation than he’s letting on. The door clicks shut behind him, but there’s another click. A click to lock the door. Why did he need to lock the door? Is the area unsafe?

You brush your thoughts off and now you’re left alone in the soft white silence, with nothing but your suppressed thoughts and the gnawing feeling that something isn’t quite right.

You glance around the room, but everything's the same. Blank and sterile. The silence almost feels suffocating.

—

Hours had passed and yet, nothing happened. There was no form of entertainment in the room whatsoever. The room felt like a blank canvas, completely dull and in need of some decoration. 

You knew hospitals preferred it to be white so they could spot dirt easily, but you couldn’t help and feel like there was something wrong. Something hidden behind the doors.

Surprisingly, no nurse or doctor had visited you between the timeframe from Dr Callas visiting you to the present. Usually, doctors or nurses should at least check up on their patients every few hours right? 

The silence in the room stretches on, almost burdening. Time seems to slip away from between your fingers, but it’s hard to know how long you’ve been trapped in this sterile white box that was supposed to keep you safe. There was no presence of a clock anywhere, and with each passing moment, the emptiness inside intensified. Your mind raced as you continued to stare at the white walls blankly, thoughts bouncing from one unsettling idea to another.

You glance at the door, observing the round door knob. That was until you noticed the lock. How could you have missed that? The faint click earlier echoed in your mind. The thought that you’re being watched or even confined makes your stomach turn.

What kind of hospital locks its doors from the outside?

Your fingers caress the sheets beneath you, the silk cool against your skin. Everything feels… too controlled, too perfect. As though someone has meticulously placed every item here for a reason. From the placement of your bed, the white furniture, even the air itself seems to have a certain stillness to it. It feels unnatural, like you’ve been placed in a carefully constructed scene, a setting for something.

A soft sound outside the door catches your attention—footsteps. They’re faint, you probably wouldn’t have heard it if the room wasn’t so silent, but they approach the door with purpose. Your heart beats a little faster, and the knot in your stomach tightens as you strain your ears. The sound stops just outside the door. A moment of silence.

Then, the doorknob turns.

Your breath catches in your throat as the door creaks open. Dr. Callas steps in, his eyes glinting behind his glasses. A faint smile on his lips.

“Are you feeling comfortable, Y/N?” he asks, his voice smooth as your sheets, though there’s an undertone of something that makes your skin crawl.

You nod hesitantly, not trusting the words that might come out of your mouth. Instead, you try to act normal, to hide your growing sense of unease.

“I haven’t seen anyone else... Are there any nurses around?” Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, but you’re hoping for some form of validation, some normalcy.

Dr. Callas tilts his head slightly, the smile still in place. “I’ve been the only one looking after you, my dear. I wanted to make sure you had my undivided attention. You’re safe with me.”

Safe? The word feels strange, foreign even. You want to say something, but your throat feels too tight.

“Is there anything I can get you? Something to eat? Or perhaps some water?” His voice is almost too sweet, his eyes never leaving yours, watching, waiting. It feels like he’s measuring something, awaiting your reaction.

For a moment, the silence between you two thickens, and you can’t shake the feeling that he’s not just offering care, but something else. 

“C-can I go out…?” you ask, voice soft.

His breath hitches sharply before he quickly calms himself. “No… you are unwell. You need to rest.”

His rejection processes in your brain, but you refuse to back down. “Just for a while… please?” you plead with him.

His gaze softens, and his finger goes beneath your chin, lifting your face. “Please, just rest for now.”

His tone was soft, nurturing. But cold.

No words are said by both of you, and he just leaves. A click sound echoing the room as he left. But this time it was only one, indicating that he didn’t lock it.

Thoughts ran through your mind, specifically thoughts of going out. You only saw a glimpse of the white hallways behind the door, nothing else. And you couldn’t help but feel curious.

The silence quickly settled back in after Dr. Callas's departure, but it felt different now. It felt heavy, pressing against your chest. You could still hear the faint echo of his footsteps fading down the hall, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the sudden surge of defiance that coursed through your veins. You weren’t sure what was exactly happening here, but you knew it wasn’t good.

Dr. Callas had locked the door before, but this time, he hadn’t. That must’ve meant something. Maybe he trusted you to stay put... or maybe he was allowing you just enough freedom to keep you calm. Either way, the door was open, and you couldn’t ignore the pull to get out. You needed to know what was beyond this room.

Your legs trembled beneath you as you swung them over the side of the bed, the coolness of the floor sending a shiver through your body. The air seemed to press in on you more now, making every movement feel slow, calculated, almost like the room was watching you too. But you shook the thought away, trying to focus. Your mind was sharp, your instincts telling you that there was more to this place than you had been told.

You stood up, knees wobbling slightly as you took cautious steps toward the door. Each movement felt deliberate, like you were stepping into unknown territory. The lock on the door, a single click that you now remembered, had not been used. That was your opening.

Your hand hovered over the doorknob, your breath shallow as you slowly twisted it. The door creaked softly in protest, but it opened without resistance. The sight before you was both reassuring and unnerving. There was a long, sterile white hallway that stretched out before you. The walls were a pristine white, almost gleaming under the harsh lighting. It felt like a maze, one with no escape, no indication of where it led.

For a moment, you stood frozen in the doorway, heart pounding in your chest. The decision to leave the safety of your room felt both liberating and dangerous, but the urge to discover the truth was stronger.

Stepping out of the room, your feet made soft thuds against the floor as you moved down the hall. It felt eerily quiet, the kind of uncanny silence, like you were being watched from every angle. But there was nothing. No sounds of footsteps, no distant murmurs of conversation. Just the steady hum of the lights above flickering occasionally.

You walked cautiously, trying to maintain a calm exterior, though your mind raced. Where was everyone? Why was there no sign of life? Everything about this place felt off. Each step you took felt like an act of rebellion, but it was hard to ignore the gnawing fear at the back of your mind.

The hallway stretched out in both directions, but you had no idea where to go. You chose the right, hoping it would lead to something more familiar, something that could make sense of this mess.

After a few more steps, you came across another door. It was slightly ajar, and a flicker of hope surged through you. Maybe there was someone on the other side. Someone who could explain what was happening here.

You hesitated, hand reaching for the doorknob once again, before pushing it open. The door creaked softly, and you stepped inside.

But the room behind it was… empty. It was an office, sterile and organized, with no signs of life. Files stacked neatly on a desk, a chair turned toward the window. Everything was so clinical, so devoid of personal touch.

You quickly closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. There had to be more. Somewhere.

As you turned to leave, a soft sound behind you caught your attention. The faintest scrape, followed by a hushed voice.

“You shouldn’t have gone out.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze in place. Dr. Callas was standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with something unreadable. His calm demeanor was gone, replaced with something colder, sharper.

“Dr. Callas…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He didn’t say anything, just stepped closer, his eyes flicking between you and the hallway. The air grew thick with tension, and you weren’t sure what to do. The fear and curiosity swirled inside you like a storm, and you felt like you were standing on the edge of something dangerous.

“Why are you doing this?” you finally asked, your voice stronger than you expected.

He gave a small smile, but it was hollow. "Because, Y/N, you needed to see the truth. You belong with— no— to me,"

What? You didn’t know what that even meant, but the uneasy feeling that had followed you ever since waking up now felt like a heavy burden, pressing down on your chest. Something wasn’t right. This whole place, this whole situation. It wasn’t what it seemed.

Dr. Callas stepped closer, his gaze never leaving you. “And now, you’ll learn it. One way or another.”

Your heart raced as you took a step back. You didn’t know what he meant by that, but something told you that getting answers would come at a cost.

[girlcrushart]

You guys, @pigeonfoo has decided to be more active on tumblr again, which I love, but apparently a bunch of you are ruining it by being weirdos and asking obnoxious questions and it's getting her down. I'm hoping this poster doesn't upset her. Foo, if you see this and are all, no way, bitch! Don't use my pictures to make your stupid little posters! then please please tell me that and I'll get rid of it. My intent is to promote Foo's awesome content and float the idea that you could send her asks that don't have anything to do with sex toy shapes or which holes they go in (for the record, the tongue one is super hot and who wouldn't want to try it in all the holes?) but like, ya sometimes girls like being asked about their interests and just because a girl posts about sex a lot and also posts very sexy pics doesn't mean that's all she's interested in or wants to talk about. Like, I bet she'd like asks about Yokai, for example. It might make her day to get some asks about Yokai. Just a thought. Today's girlcrushart guardian is Pigeon Foo.

[bylerweek2025]

Byler Week 2025 Rules

Hello Byler Nation 💚

First off, I am *overwhelmed* by the awesome response to this event. Thank You!

Here there will be some rules I kindly ask you to read.

Timing

The event runs from March 17th to March 23rd 2025

Late entries will be accepted until March 27th 2025 (so that you can have all the time you need to partecpate).

Creations

For your creation you can pick one or all of the suggestions (colors, moodboards, songs, prompts)

All creations must be new works (no reposts)

Posting etc

Make a Tumblr post, using the following tags: #BylerWeek2025 (general tag, no spaces, please) and #BW25 Day [number in digits] (e.g.: #BW25 Day 1)

I *highly* suggest you to tag me using this blog's handle (@bylerweek2025) in your captions, so that I won't miss any of your posts

If you receive a like from my main (@bylrndgm) it means your post has been queued

If you think I missed one of your creations, please send me the post via DM for it to be reblogged.

If you have other questions, inbox is open.

You can find some answered questions here.

Happy creating everyone 💚💚💚

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[daisyblog]

Baby Styles is a…

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN, Harry and Grace find out the gender of baby styles.

Like they had done when they were pregnant with Grace, YN and Harry had booked a private gender scan to find out if their second baby was a little boy or girl. The only thing different to the previous year was that their little Grace sat in content on Harry knee as she looked around the room.

YN laid down on the bed, her small bump on show, ready for the sonographer to do her thing. Harry sat next to her, holding Grace on his lap.

“Are we ready to see your baby?.” The sonographer asked, giving Grace a warm smile as the little one chewed at her fist. “Are you excited to see your little brother or sister?”.

“Dada…dada!”. Grace cooed, not quite understanding what was going around her but making all the adults in the room laugh at her sweet voice.

The sonographer, reached for the gel and the probe from the trolley. “Are you Daddy’s girl?”.

“Only when Mummy’s not around”. Harry bounced Grace on his knee making her coo even more.

The gel caused YN to suck in a breath at the coldness before the probe moved around her skin gently. The silence was comfortable as they waited for that longing sound to fill the room. And within seconds, the rhythm of their baby’s heartbeat filled their ears.

“That’s one of my favourite sounds!”. YN smiled over at Harry who was still bouncing Grace on his knee and smiling at the screen to the side of them.

“It only feels like yesterday we were hear for this little princess!”. Harry tickled Grace’s tummy lightly.

The lady smiled at the little family, knowing how much these moments meant. “Time flies when you’re having fun”. She continued to move the probe around and showing the little baby on the screen. A petite head and body. “I have to say…this is such a chilled out little baby”.

YN gave Harry a knowing smile. “Maybe this one will be more like you”. The joke causing him to laugh. Not that he minded if the little one was like him or his wife.

“So for the important question…would you like to know the gender?”.

“Yes please!” YN or Harry didn’t hesitate, eagerly speaking together. Both wanting to know if they were having a baby son or daughter. If Grace was having a brother or sister.

After a few more pokes and prodes on YN’s tummy, the woman smiled. “Congratulations big sister…you’re having a…”. 

---

Wanting to send all their family and friends the news at the same time, Harry and YN followed the same routine they had when they announced Grace was a girl. They kept it sweet and simple, attaching a photo to a text with the message…’We’re having a…’.

Louis FUCK OFF!!

A BOY!!

I am absolutely buzzing!! You’re having a little boy!! Grace is having a little brother!! Amazing news, so so happy for you all!!

Freddie is running and jumping around the room cheering that there’s going to be another boy in the family!!

Love you all!!xx

Lottie AHHHHHHH!!

IM SCREAMING AND CRYING AT THE SAME TIME🥹😂

Congratssssssss!!! Can’t wait for our play dates together with our little babies 👶🏼 🩷🩵

Anne My first grandson🥹🩵My heart is bursting with so much love already and I can’t wait for it to explode! A huge congratulations to my favourite people. I love you all so much and can’t wait to squeeze you all soon❤️

Gemma MY FIRST NEPHEW!!🥹💙

I hope he’s ready for a lifetime of fun with our girlies😂

Congratulations to my favourite little family! See you tomorrow for breakfast and cuddles🥰Love you xxx

Daisy YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!🥹🥹🥹

IM SO EXCITED😆😆😆

Can’t wait to meet auntie little boy🩵

Phoebe YOU’RE JOKING!!

I was so sure you were having a girl😂😂I am so happy for you!!

Auntie Phee can’t wait to have another little nephew fo spoil!!🩵

Please come and visit soon!! Me and Olive miss you😫❤️

Jen Aww my darlings. A little baby boy for you to love and cherish. You’re already an amazing mummy and daddy and I can’t wait to see our little Grace become the best big sister. We love you all❤️

Niall His name better be Niall!😂

Only kidding!! Amazing news!! Sooooo happy for you both and Grace❤️Can I babysit again soon please?😆xxx

Zayn Wishing you all the love and happiness!! You guys deserve it!! Big love!! Can’t wait to meet the little lad❤️❤️

Mark Another grandson to love and spoil💙Congratulations all!! Lots of love from me and Sallie xx

Mitch Congrats guys! See you all soon x

Sarah Ahhhh! A little baby boy🥹Congratulations to you all!! Can’t wait for more of our play dates xxx

Jeff Damn I was wrong, honestly that you were having another girl😂Either way, a massive congratulations from me and Glenne❤️

James Cordon YEEESSSSSSS!! A little man, how amazing for you all. A huge congratulations to you all! See you soon for a catch up, yeah?

Zoe Sugg Awww my heart is so full for you🥹🥹A little baby brother for Grace, how cute!! Can’t wait to see you all soon to celebrate🤍xx

Mark Ferris Aw sweetheart🥹🥹🥹I’m such an emotional mess! Absolutely thrilled for you all. Can’t wait to see Grace become a big sister🫶🏼Big cuddles to you all xx

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[moreespressoformydepresso]

I really love how Greet The World With Open Arms is a show of how good a friend Polites is… and also how he’s wrong. His ideas sound nice, and they can be good when applied mindfully, but the way Polites goes about things nearly screws the crew over twice.

First, his greeting the world with open arms almost makes the crew eat a Lotus Flower that would make them slowly lose themselves and stay on the island forever. Only Odysseus recognizing them saves everyone from this fate. Then, he asks the Lotus Eaters for directions towards food they can eat, which sends them to the cave of Polyphemus. This moment, the decision to listen to the Lotus Eaters, is what causes the voyage to go wrong and kill everyone except Odysseus in the end.

The problem isn’t being open to the world around you, though. Sometimes, it’s good to relax and just enjoy the world as it is. However, completely ignoring the possibility of danger and trusting everything around you could lead to, say, eating poisonous plants or pissing off the wrong person. If Odysseus had stopped to consider the possibility of danger instead of believing in ‘goodness’ as he puts it in Luck Runs Out, he might’ve investigated the cave better or put someone on lookout. Or they could’ve taken some food for on the ship and dipped. They could’ve decided this isn’t worth it and instead tried their luck someplace else. They could’ve not killed the sheep and taken something else. If Odysseus had at any point been as on edge and suspicious of everything as he’d been at the start of Greet The World With Open Arms, this whole mess could’ve been avoided.

If Odysseus had kept in mind that blind trust could be dangerous like it had been when the Lotus Eaters offered them the fruits, things might’ve been fine and he’d have been spared 17 years of suffering.

Polites was right, Odysseus needed to relax because constantly being on edge is not good for you in the long run. But you also need to remember things can go wrong sometimes. It’s about balance, and Odysseus’s lack of balance is what loses him the trust of his men. He was too trusting with the Lotus Eaters, leading them to the Cyclops and causing the storm which made the crew weary (not helped by him dismissing their concerns with a “get over it and stop questioning me” without further elaboration). Then his total paranoia over the bag likely made them even more suspicious until Eurylochus opened it.

This post is not well structured, but it is a thought. Or something. Uhm. Balance. Please try to find a balance. No extreme will ever end up being productive.

You need a bit of apprehensiveness to avoid getting into sticky situations you could’ve avoided relatively easily, but sometimes you need to show a little trust

[emilyprentissluvr]

A Special Gift (Don't Blame Me: Chapter 7)

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Warnings: Typical Criminal Minds stuff

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EMILY WAS the first to arrive at Howard Barnes's apartment. She waited outside the door with her gun in her holster. Hotch had given her clear instructions to wait for SWAT and the rest of the team.

Emily had planned to wait, but when Hotch felt the need to reiterate it, she couldn't shake the feeling that she might be in serious trouble with her boss. 

Was it deserved? Probably.

But as long they caught Y/n, Emily couldn't care less about the consequences that came her way from doing so. 

"Geez, you got here quick," JJ panted as she jogged over to Emily. The three flights of stairs were enough to make her break a sweat, something that had never happened before she'd gotten pregnant.

"It was only ten minutes away from my apartment," Emily started as she turned to her friend, but was taken aback when she saw a deep gash from JJ's forehead to her eyebrow. A bandaid covers most of the cut. "Oh god. What happened, JJ?" Emily asked as her finger hovered over the bandaid, blood starting to seep through the fabric.

JJ quickly pushed away Emily's worried hands, "I was putting away the dishes and accidentally dropped a plate on my face while reaching for the top cabinet. I'm fine, Em, I didn't have time to glue it." JJ said softly.

"Okay," Emily nodded skeptically, "I have some medical glue in the car, I'll fix it after we're done here," Emily said, and JJ just nodded silently. Emily wanted to ask more, but she could hear the rest of the team from down the hallway, so she decided to save her questions for later. 

The SWAT team came, and when they cleared the apartment, they let the BAU in.

"Howard Barnes, a 28-year-old science teacher at Saint Luther High School." Penelope relayed on the phone from her lair at Quantico.

"Well, it was Y/n," Derek crouched down by the body, "Single gunshot to the head and the angel wing," Derek continued. 

Spencer was crouched next to Derek, noting the body's warmth and lack of rigor mortis,  "Time of death had to have been less than an hour ago," Spencer added.

"Damn, we were close. Did the neighbors call it in?" Rossi asked Hotch. 

Emily looked up from the body and saw Hotch staring at her blankly. And honestly, that look was scarier than his usual frown.

"I called it in. I was on the phone with Y/n when she shot him." Emily said, earning a resounding "What?!" from everyone.

"Why do you still have her number?" Derek asked.

"Why would she call you?" Spencer added.

"I'll explain later. Can we focus on the case, please?" Emily asked a slight pleading in her tone.

"Prentiss is right, let's focus on the case," Hotch told the rest of the team before turning to Emily, "Well, talk later."

Emily nodded, happy to delay the berating for later.

"Can you see if any of the students or staff filed a complaint or reported him," Emily asked Penelope as she recalled her phone call with Y/n.

"Hmm, let me check... Three years ago, a student anonymously reported Mr. Barnes for sexual harassment. Oh geez, the school didn't even look into it, they just swept it under the rug. Good thinking, Em." Penelope said as her fingers typed over the keyboard.

"Well, he fits victimology," JJ noted as she looked anywhere but the body. The nausea in her stomach started to roll at the sight and smell.

"How does she find all these guys, though?" Derek asked.

"Well, there's never a shortage of perverts in DC," Emily muttered, causing Hotch to send her another look.

Derek ignored Emily's comment as he gestured to the body, "I mean that this guy and all her other victims look perfect on record. Does she background-check every guy in the cities she kills?"

"Approximately 47% of the DC population is male, with a total population of 591,833-" Spencer started before Hotch abruptly cut him off. If the statistics had been relevant to the conversation, Hotch would have kept Spencer talking. "Garcia, would it be possible for her to create a computer program like that?" Hotch asked the technical analyst over the phone.

"I mean, it is possible. But hacking into sealed documents is a whole other ball game. Especially when its government sealed like some of the victim's files," Penelope answered.

"Okay, I want you to look deeper into that. See if there are any online forums that she could be using to find her victims," Hotch told Garcia before hanging up the phone.

Emily had been looking around the apartment, unintentionally tuning out the team's conversation, when her eyes landed on the kitchen counter. She'd completely forgotten that Y/n had left something for her.

The brunette walked over to the counter and saw a small gift bag and what looked to be a manuscript. 

Emily picked up the papers, flipped through them, and noted that there had to be at least 300 hundred pages of words. She felt someone walk up behind her before she heard Derek's voice, "What's that?" he asked as he looked at the papers in her hand.

"Something Y/n left for me," Emily sighed as she handed it to Derek and reached over to grab the gift. 

"Her next book?" Derek asked as he started to read the words on them, "Huh, I thought her being a ghost writer was a cover," Derek muttered to himself, referencing back to the first night they'd come in contact with Y/n.

Emily hummed in acknowledgment as she took out the tissue paper and saw a small gold charm at the bottom of the bag. She pulled a pair of gloves out of her pocket before grabbing the charm. 

She held it at eyesight and noted it to be some kind of bird. The embedded diamonds were shining from the kitchen light, and Emily knew this had to be expensive.

"It looks like a blackbird," Spencer said as he walked up next to her. "Blackbirds symbolize transformation, inner strength, and freedom," He continued as he observed the charm for himself. 

Emily frowned as she stared at it, was it some sort of sign? Did the symbolism have meaning for Y/n, or was this something else to throw the team off? Or maybe Y/n just wanted to impress Emily with something shiny. 

The brunette was still trying to piece it together when she heard a gasp from behind her. She and Spencer quickly turned around to see JJ flipping through the manuscript, "Oh my god," JJ said as she held the papers up to the team, "I know this book series! Will's nieces love it," JJ continued.

"Nieces?" Derek asked, practically voicing everyone's surprise that Y/n wrote novels for kids.

"Yeah, I think this is the fifth or sixth book in the series," JJ said as she recalled looking at the novels on the little girls' bookshelf, "The series is about an orphaned teenage girl named Angela, who's trying to solve her parent's murder. Or at least that's what I got out of the synopsis on the back. " JJ finished as she put the manuscript back on the table.

Hotch nodded as he took JJ's words in, "Do you remember the author on the covers name?"

"Ana Wells," JJ responded as she pulled her phone out and scrolled through her photos. "She's a real person, too," JJ said as she showed a picture of Will's nieces with a middle-aged woman at a bookstore meet and greet. 

"I'll have Garcia look into it more tomorrow," Hotch said as they all stared at the manuscript.

"I'm sorry, but this is just crazy." Derek scoffed, breaking the silence. "How the hell does she have time to murder hundreds of people, taunt us, and then also write what looks to be a best-selling children's book series."

"She's like serial killer Barbie," JJ muttered, her exhaustion and hormones enough to loosen her usual professionalism. Derek chuckled but was cut off by Hotch's sharp gaze. 

"She left all this for you?" Spencer asked Emily, getting the group back on task.

Emily nodded, "Yeah, but... I don't know why. Providing us with the manuscript and the name of the author she writes for benefits us, not her." 

"Well, maybe she's trying to tell you something with the manuscript and the charm." Rossi pointed out, and Emily just shook her head, "But what?"

"That's what we have to figure out," Hotch said, "But it's late, so we'll pick up tomorrow. Luckily, I was able to get a hold of Gideon, so he should be by tomorrow morning. Hopefully, With his insight, things will start making more sense." Hotch said before dismissing the team. Emily tried to escape, hoping Hotch wouldn't remember, but when she heard her last name ring through the apartment, she accepted defeat and turned around to meet Hotch's disappointed eyes. 

"A word," He said, gesturing for her to follow him into the hallway.

She nodded, instructing JJ to wait by her car so she could tend to her cut after her hopefully brief conversation with the unit chief. 

"Why did you not inform me you were talking to Y/n?" Hotch asked, getting straight to the point. 

"I was going to," Emily swears, "I just wanted to get enough out of Y/n before telling you." As she said it aloud, she realized how bad it sounded. But in her defense, it wasn't as if anything crazy had happened. 

"But that's not your call to make." Hotch said shortly, "For this team to work, I have to trust the people on it."

"And you can trust me. I just couldn't risk you cutting contact with the only lead we have."

Hotch raised an eyebrow at Emily's argument, "So, I can trust you, but you can't trust me to make the right calls for this team?"

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"Prentiss, if you're too close to this case, I will not hesitate to remove you from it," Hotch interrupted. 

"I am not too close to this case," Emily argued back, trying to keep her voice down and not yell like she wanted to. "I apologize for not telling you, but I'm getting somewhere with her, Hotch. And if you pull me off the case, chances are Y/n is just going to move on," Emily said.

Did Emily feel slightly conceited saying that? Yes.

But was it true? Also yes.

Y/n may have been toying with the whole team, but it was mostly Emily that she showed interest in, and Hotch and the whole team could see that. 

The Unit Chief thought silently for a moment before relenting. "Fine, you can stay in contact with her. But I want past and future conversations relayed through Garcia. And I want to be briefed every day."

Emily nodded, relief filling her chest, "Yes, sir."

Hotch studied the brunette momentarily, hoping he made the right call, "If you do something like that behind my back again, I will remove you from this case. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir," Emily nodded again before her boss dismissed her. 

Well, that had been easier than she thought. Honestly, she'd expected a lot more pushback from Hotch. But right now, they needed as many leads as they could get. 

A slight shiver ran through Emily as she headed to her car. The moon and the stars illuminate the parking lot, and Emily's reminded once again how late it is. " He read you the riot act?" JJ asked as she stood perched on the hood of Emily's car. Emily chuckled as she unlocked the car, "If it were any other case, he probably would," 

JJ hummed as she watched Emily pull out a medical kit from the passenger seat compartment. Emily motioned for the blonde to take a seat as she pulled out all the items she needed. "Jesus, JJ." Emily gasped as she carefully pulled the bandaid off and realized just how deep the cut was. 

"Maybe we should go to the hospital-" Emily started before JJ cut her off. "It's fine, Em. Just bleeding a lot." JJ insisted sharply. Emily held her hands up in surrender as she dabbed the cut with disinfectant. 

"I thought part of being pregnant meant your partner does everything for you," Emily said, trying to lighten the mood, and to her relief, JJ chuckled a little. "We both work full-time jobs and if I left everything up to Will, our house would be a wreck." 

Emily hummed, adding another tally to the reasons she disliked Will. 

"Well then, let him put away the dangerous dishes," Emily smiled as she pulled the medical glue out of the bag, "We can't be ruining our money maker," Emily teased as she held the cut together. "Ass," JJ muttered under her breath, and Emily smiled. 

She worked quietly as she patched up JJ's forehead. She was lost in thought when she felt JJ's eyes staring at her. "What?" Emily asked, not liking the look on her friend's face.

"It was Y/n calling you earlier, wasn't it," JJ said, her voice soft and lacking judgment. JJ didn't understand why Emily hadn't told them. But she trusted her friend and knew that there had to be a good reason for not telling the team.

"Yeah," Emily sighed as she finally put the bandage over the glued cut. "I know it was stupid; you don't have to tell me," Emily defended, an instinct even though there wasn't a hint of judgment in the blonde's eyes. "Did I say anything?" JJ chuckled, used to Emily's ways by now.

"Sorry. I just... I know what I'm doing."

"Again, did I say anything?" JJ said with an eyebrow raised. 

"No, you didn't" Emily shook her head, "Sorry, I just really want this case over," Emily muttered as she squeezed JJ's shoulder, signaling that she'd finished tending to her cut. 

"As do I. But I have a feeling that's not going to happen anytime soon." JJ said as she hopped out of the car. Emily hummed in acknowledgment before saying goodbye to JJ. She made sure her friend was safely in her car before heading out for the ten-minute drive back to her apartment.

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It was 7:30 in the morning when Emily walked into the BAU. Usually, she was the one to cut it close, barely arriving to work on time. But she could barely sleep last night and couldn't stand the eerie silence that had fallen over her apartment. Hence, her being the first one at work.

Although, when she arrived at her desk, she saw three people in Hotch's office. The unit chief, Rossi, and what looked to be Gideon were deep in conversation, looking at case files. Emily's eyes widened at the sight of them. 

She knew Gideon was coming obviously, but it was still a shock to see the man. She was dreading the awkward reunion that was bound to happen in a couple of hours and decided to keep herself busy.

 Last night she had texted Y/n asking where she'd gotten the blackbird charm and about the manuscript.

But to her surprise, the younger woman never answered. Usually, Y/n would get back to her within 5 minutes, so what was going on? 

A part of her wanted to believe that it didn't have anything to do with the fact that she'd told Hotch about their contact. But she wasn't naive enough to believe that it didn't have anything to do with Y/n not answering her back. 

She decided to put her phone away and focus on the other case files that she'd neglected since coming across Y/n. 

It was about an hour later when the rest of the team slowly filtered through the bullpen. 

"Gideons here?" Derek asked as he sat at his desk, the surprise in his voice mirrored Emily's earlier in the morning. 

"Yup," Emily nodded. "I honestly didn't think he was going to come so soon."

Spencer scoffed, something so unlike him that Derek and Emily couldn't help but pause their conversation as they stared at the youngest profiler. 

Wow, this was going to be a long day. 

"Well, whatever he knows must be important if he's coming out of retirement to consult with us," Derek said with a shrug as they all stared at Hotch's office. The blinds were pulled down but the three senior profilers were still in there, none of them having left since Emily arrived. 

Spencer scoffed again, "It also means that he's been close this entire time. We just weren't enough for him to want to come back." 

"Spencer-" Emily started with an empathetic sigh.

"I'm getting coffee," Spencer said, pushing his chair back forcefully as he practically stomped to the kitchenette, ignoring the concerned glances thrown his way. 

"I take it your guys's talk yesterday didn't help." Emily sighed as she turned towards Derek. 

"What do you think," Derek said as he gestured to Spencer who was furiously adding sugar to his coffee.  

Emily hummed when suddenly Hotch's office door opened. "Conference room. Now." He said as he headed down the walkway with Rossi following after him. Gideon gave Emily and Derek a small nod of acknowledgment before following after the two men. 

"This should be fun," Emily sighed as they headed to the round table. 

"Tell me about it," Derek murmured as he took his seat next to Emily. Spencer came in and sat as far away from Gideon as he could. 

As soon as the two blondes took their seat Gideon rose. "I know I'm not here under the best circumstances," He said and if it was possible, the room was even more stiff and awkward than it was before. 

"But I'm here to help you guys, and even if you don't want it, you're going to need it," Gideon said as he grabbed a small box from the floor next to him and put it on the table. "I was the one that sealed the case in 1992." He finished as he handed the files over to the team.

"Why would you seal an unsolved case?" Derek asked, the confusion written over his face.

"Because it's not unsolved. We found the Wood Stalker in March of 1992, dead in his cabin from a single gunshot to his head." Gideon explained.

"Why isn't that in any of the files?" Penelope frowned.

"It's not in any of the files because I wanted to protect the person that turned him in" Gideon sighed as he ran a hand through his short hair. 

"Who turned him in?" JJ asked.

"His eight-year-old daughter. Who was also the one that killed him." Gideon answered.

"What?" The rest of the team said in unison.

"I sealed it for her, she didn't need the whole world knowing what she'd done just to stay alive," Gideon said honestly. 

"And everyone was just okay with that?" Spencer asked snarkily, notable not about the case and more of the fact that it was Gideon he was talking to. "The brass was different back then. The killer was gone and that's all they cared about. Other agencies backed my decision, although I didn't understand their reasoning why."

"What agency?" Emily asked with a frown.

"CIA. And I still don't know why, but I think we're going to find out soon." Gideon said and Emily looked at him skeptically, "How can you be so sure?"

"Because your unsub, Y/n,  is the daughter of the Wood Stalker."

A/N: If I were to do a tag list, would anyone be interested in being on it? Thanks for reading!

[bigassmoth]

continuation of this here

It's been a week and a half and Leo is already complaining again.

Sho half-listened to Leo as he polished Bonnie in the garage. Just five minutes ago, although it felt much longer, Leo had flopped onto the couch and launched into a rant about his comment feed.

"It's been foreeevvveerrr and they are STILL calling that NPC a gold digger- as if they have the brains to dig! Our ~Honorable Senpai~ doesn't even know about designer labels- one time they complimented my jacket only because-" Leo changed his voice to mock the honor student, "-it looks very nice with your hair."

Sho remembers that incident, Leo met your casual compliment with aggression when he assumed that you recognized the brand and was vying for scraps. Your response was confused and then to sheepishly admit you hadn't realized it was a luxury brand and just liked the colors. Leo spent a good 10 seconds being too flabbergasted to speak and then later called Romeo to gossip about how much of a country bumpkin you are.

"Uh huh." Sho gave a disengaged comment while Leo paused in his ranting.

"Ugh, that gorilla is saying they are coming back from doing recon. I can't believe I keep getting left here- especially when senpai knows how bad Mido fumbles every interview."

"Didn't they leave 3 hours ago? I bet Sasquatch got them lost" Sho joins in on the discussion with passion this time, sharing a smirk with Leo as they imagine the likely scenario that Mido confidently leads you to dead-end after dead-end.

Leo sends off a text and a few seconds later Sho's phone vibrates in his pocket. He puts down his shop cloth to pull it out and after reading the text he frowns at Leo.

"You asked them to stop at Starbucks and didn't tell me? What if I wanted something you asshole?"

"Ehh that's not my fault, I figured if your precious bff really cared about you that much then they would reach out. And lo and behold..." Leo looked at Sho with a faint glimmer of envy in his eyes before directing his attention back to his phone. He scoffs. "Seriously, what's the point of posting that NPC is the 150 thousand followers I gain are all annoying as fuck?

"Your account really grew that much just from pretending you have a toxic relationship?"

"Duh. Everyone loves watching someone elses relationship go up in flames."

"You have issues, dude." Sho sighs and types you a reply with his order.

--

"We're back." Alan announced himself as usual, walking past the two ghouls while carrying a cardboard box presumably full of files for them to comb through for the next day. You were a quick step behind him, holding a drink tray and several paper bags.

"Hey." Sho greeted you while Leo only grunted in acknowledgement. You handed Sho his drink and bag- which he opened to reveal a chocolate muffin he promptly split with Bonnie. You set the remaining treats onto a nearby toolbox and turned around.

"Could you unzip this real quick?" You tilt your head forward so Sho can access the covert zipper at the top of your neck. With a face full of muffin, Sho hums and deftly yanks down the tab so you can free yourself of the cop costume.

Leo watches the casual exchange with crossed arms.

"Can you hurry up and give me my stuff already?" His voice is flat with irritation. You step out of the second-skin as it dissipates and hand Leo his drink and a paper bag.

"Mido senpai." You call out simply and, as Leo would make fun of him for later, Alan appeared like a dog hearing his name.

"Hm?"

"Turn around, please." He follows your instructions without question and you quickly reach up and unzip him as well. Job complete, you grab your drink and treat and sit on the couch near the center.

"Thanks." Once upon a time Leo and Sho would have assumed that Alan was just adept at hiding his embarrassment but time has proven that such deference to you made no blemish on his ego.

Alan sat down next to you, the sink of the couch almost pushing you into his lap as you instinctively scooch further into the center.

"Oi, idiot." Leo claims your attention as soon as he is able, "This isn't starbucks. And this isn't a whipped rose latte either." He thrust the cup into your face, making you recoil into Alan.

"Starbucks tastes awful." You offer a half-explanation as Leo lowers the cup and instead presses his face into yours.

"How the fuck am I supposed to post this boring shit on instagram, huh?" He was razing you, Alan stopped his delicate sips on his black iced coffee to say something but you beat him to the punch.

"Then don't post it." You sigh and put a hand on Leo's head, pushing him away from you. Without him practically breathing down your neck, you are able to unstick yourself from Alan and get properly comfortable on the couch.

"You don't really get this whole influencer thing, do you?" Leo grumbles and slumps into the arm of the couch, stretching his legs onto your lap. You adjust easily, lifting your paper beg to rest it on his knees so your precious baked good didn't get squished.

"They didn't have any rose latte's, so I go you a chai. I figured you would like it beca-"

"Chai? Chai tea? Isn't that just black tea and milk?" Leo kicks his heel on Alan's leg.

"Actually 'chai' means tea." Sho chimed in 'helpfully', bemused by the display in front of him. Leo was a professional at riling people up, capable of getting the most extreme reactions with just a few words. But Alan was an immovable rock, so caught up in his own head and goals that everything in his periphery seemed worthless to pay attention to. You didn't have Alan's temperament but have gained an elusiveness that made you float above Leo's tactics. It was interesting for Sho, watching Leo vie for your attention and Alan's acknowledgment.

"I don't give a fuck." Leo looked at Sho as if he betrayed him.

"I think you will like it." You begin again, "I asked them to make it extra spicy." Leo had seen the 'xtra spic' written in sharpie on the cup.

"Ugh, whatever. This cookie better be good."

"It's peanut butter." Alan interjected now, without looking up from the file in his hand.

"I- What!?" Leo gaped at you as you sipped your drink. You shrugged.

"I was in charge of drinks, Mido senpai picked up the snacks."

"You need the protein."

At Alan's (unwanted) comment Sho erupted in laughter. Leo scoffed and fully laid back on the arm rest.

"This is so stupid." He muttered and without thinking, took a deep drink from his cup. The mixture warmed his bones, pleasantly sweet and spicy.

The conservation turned to details about the case as you and Alan relayed what you had learned on your excursion. Leo listened while tapping blankly on his phone notifications, not even taking in the information on the screen while he thought about how one would go about catching an anomaly. It was reflexive, that he took a selfie as he sipped his drink and posted it with the generic hashtags: #latte#girlfriend#bestgfever#couplegoals.

Everyone returned to their rooms after making a plan for tomorrow and sending you off to your decrepit dorm. It was only in the bath that Leo realized what he had posted would become an issue- because someone had made a video about it.

"-As we all know, Leo only likes light floral drinks. Which we love about him- but apparently his girlfriend bought him this drink which is an EXTRA SPICY CHAI. She doesn't even know his taste preferences-"

The comments were predictable: This is the same one boring girlfriend that is using him for money.

Leo rolled his eyes so hard he swore they got stuck in the back of his head for a second and shut his phone off before throwing it onto his pile of clothes on the floor.

"Seriously, that NPC brings in way more trouble then they are worth."