#love these two idiots and their complicated feelings for eachother

[sonik-kun]

Jiang Cheng never brought up his own sacrifice because he didn't want Wei Wuxian to feel indebted to him again, not because it would make his own sacrifice obsolete.

He wanted to let him go so he could be free to live with Lan Wangji and maybe to hopefully even start afresh again.

Jin Ling, who knows his uncle well, even acknowledges that he wanted to say something to Wei Wuxian when the pair left.

Jiang Cheng is a selfless person for this reason. He knew how much it would destroy Wei Wuxian if he told him what really happened.

He never held his sacrifice over him in that moment. He never held it over him in the core reveal scene. And he never held it over him even when their tensions first started when Wei Wuxian decided to protect the Wen and left him for a sect that tried to destroy his own.

Jiang Cheng kept that secret to himself because he understood Wei Wuxian and ultimately because he loves him. He doesn't want Wei Wuxian to owe him anything, and he doesn't want him to feel indebted to him. All he wanted was his bro back. And even then, he let Wei Wuxian go in the end because he saw that that was what he wanted.

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian both decided to move on in the end so they can grow into better people. The JC antis in this tag, who keep bringing up the same discourse, should do the same thing. They might feel relief if they do. 🥰

[trashogram]

It's even worse for Crimson as being a villain, he's completely wasted. Given how Moxxie acts, personality wise and the like, he has the ruthless side of him(with killing) yet he's intelligent and caring. You'd think these would come about due to his upbringing by both of his parents.

But then we finally get around to it and we see Moxxie's mom is dead and not recently either and Crimson....is a complete dumbass and also an asshole.

This would have been a good side story, to showcase that Moxxie comes from a grey morality family, which is why his personality is the way it is.

His mother is that kind and sweet caring figure, his father is that ruthless and hardass figure, yet somehow, someway the two still love eachother. I feel this also would actually add to Hell as far as the daily life goes and struggles between morality.

The Mafia/Mob, while obviously there's a bunch of assholes within it, that doesn't mean that's all there is to these guys. They wouldn't have gotten anywhere near the power that they had in the 20th Century, if they weren't smart about what they were doing, if they didn't have some sort of code or honor system. As ruthless as Mobsters can be, not all of them are assholes...for the sake of being assholes.

There are laws that had to be followed(different from policies that each Family may have had, so those varied between). Michael Franzese is a huge, good source on the Mafia life and it's a lot more complicated than one might realize.

Crimson comes across as a dumbass, because he didn't check Chaz' finances...when they were in his car, unlocked....on the property. He's head of the Mob and doesn't do the most common sense thing ever, checking someone out before you take their word at face value.

It also comes across as such, that this is somehow the ONLY way to get money. ...Crimson...my guy, HOW are you head of anything in Greed?

No one becomes the Head of the Mafia, if they are so stupid that they don't have fingers in the pockets of...just about everyone they come across, if they don't strategize and have many, many, many different ways of making money.

They introduce us to Crimson as if he's some big shot, with the huge house, the helicopter and all the goons....and yet all that is thrown away when we learn that he's in heavy debt. So how are you paying all your men? How are you paying for any of your supplies? But then they take it a step further with Crimson being a dumbass, by forcing his son to marry Chaz(who he hates) and is just taking the latter's word that he's rich....so you're not going to check the guy who you HATE and make sure he's telling the truth? Crimson you have no right to be pissed at Moxxie, for you being an idiot.

Didn't mean to go on this long spiel I guess, I'm just now worried for when we get into Hazbin...in how Angel's Mafia Family is going to be portrayed, especially when we know it'd at least be early 20th Century of when they were alive. Which means, they should be well organized and have significant power.

....Also Moxxie's mother deserved way better than being killed. I wanted her alive, there was so much potential to have this contrast between Millie's parents and Moxxie's parents and....we didn't get that. ...Also I WANT HER OFFICIAL NAME!

GIVE MOXXIE'S MOM AN OFFICIAL NAME!

Crimson is so deep in debt that he had to take out his brain and put it up for collateral.

It’s the only way to explain why he’s such an audacious idiot that I have to assume failed upward. Or we could blame it on the real problem, which is that Vivienne Medrano decided one day that she wanted to turn a gay wattpad fanfic into an episode of Helluva Boss regardless of how dumb the idea was and no one stopped her.

Exes and Oohs hurts my brain with how preposterous it is, dude. How does marriage work in Hell?? Why the fuck are there priests in Hell that can officiate marriages?!

As for Angel Dust — God, is being from a mafia family even part of his character anymore? Oy vey we’ll probably find out before we spend anymore time on Charlie in Hazbin Hotel.

(I’m gonna call Moxxie’s mom Marzia. It’s cute. Not holding out for the show to actually give her a name.)

[jessjad]

Unexpected

Chapter 10

Summary: After a Halloweenparty Y/N actually didn't want to got to, her life seems to be turned around. The reason is a very stubborn Supe that seems to have her in his visier. Is it just a coincidance or more?

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2657

Warnings: Some language, a stubborn Ben, kidnapping

A/N: How far have these two idiots come? And now it all seems to fall apart. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

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Something was off. Y/N could feel it. Ben was stalking around the apartment and looked out of the window every few minutes, his phone in hand. They did not talk to eachother, thouh. Y/N was still hurt about his words. It had not been an easy thing to tell him about her sister and let him see the vulnerable side of herself. After all he was still a supe. One she maybe should've not trusted so much so fast.

And after she had kicked him wordlessly out of the bedroom he stayed in the living room. He also did not apologize in any way. She was lucky when Ben's gaze drifted to her for a few seconds. Y/N could feel him pulling away, the distance between them almost noticeable. The woman should be relieved, but she had never felt so alone in her bed. Huh, how fast he had carved a place into her life and her heart was unbelievable.

"What... is happening?" asked Annie with a confused look.

The blone supe had come up to do her daily shift but as soon as she stepped over the doorstep, she could feel it too. Ben did not take notice of her whatsoever and so she walked over to Y/N.

"I don't know. He's... been like that since I got up this morning."

"Okaaaayyy... and why are you not talking to eachother?"

"It's..." for a second Y/N looked down into her mug to not give her hurt feelings away. "It's complicated..."

"I bet..." Annie replied, but she could see right through her friends attitude.

"You want a coffee?" Y/N asked after she pulled herself together again.

"Sure, thanks."

As Y/N took out another mug from the shelf to pour some black gold inside of it, a second mug appeared right next to the other. The strong hand still holding on to the porcellan left no room for speculation who it was. Ben did not say a single word, but his scent infiltrated her personal space and made her puls pick up a little speed. Again, wordlessly she poured him some coffee too.

It was the first time since their little argument that Ben was so close to her again. Only millimeters between their bodys and he wanted nothing more than to touch her, kiss her drunk and fuck her hard on the kitchentable. He just wanted to show her that no matter what he said or did, that she was still his. And it took nearly everything in him to not do it. Y/N was angry and hurt and he knew it was all his fault. But that did not mean, that he was the one who needed to fix this. He had more important things to do. Especially after the phone call he got last night.

"What did Grace Mallory say to all that has happened in the last days?" Y/N turned to Annie and tried to take her attention away from Ben.

"Well... she did not like it, of course. It ruined her whole plan. And the two of you will not be able to go out and trick everyone anymore." with a little milk in her coffee, Annie took a sip of her own and smiled upon the good taste.

"I still don't get why that was so important to her." Y/N sat down and her friend followed along.

"It would've made Homelander furious, if Soldier Boy would become more likeable than him. I mean, we all know that he's only looking out for recognition. He wants to be loved by everybody. He wants to mean something to the people."

That were no news to Y/N, but it gave her an idea of what Mallory had in store. And it made sense. At one point Homelander woul've been so out of it, that he would probably made a mistake and then Ben could've stepped in and safed the day. It would not be an easy plan, but she could see the potential in it.

"What he did to Ryan was definitly not on her agenda of things that could happen. And Butcher was really furious. But he has no say over the boy anymore."

"How is he doing?" Y/N knew that he was in a critical condition and the shadow that layed over Annie's eyes did not seem promising.

"He survaved longer than the docs had expected, but he is not in a good shape. Mallory tries to get some help from Vaught, but incognito, of course. And yeah... we'll have to wait and see."

That got Y/N thinking. "Is there not a supe out there that can heal... like... anything?"

"I don't know. But once you get injected with Compound V... your body heals automatically. It's just that... Butcher will never become a supe."

And that she got that. Y/N would never want to be a supe too. Not after everything that she knew. She glanzed over to Ben for a second. He was practically immortal. Then she turned her head back to Annie. Her friend did not seem to get sick or hurt either. Must be a cool thing, to be barely untouchable. But was there not a way to make use out of this for others who needed help, like Butcher needed it right now?

"Have you... thought about going to a doctor once this is over?" the blonde woman whisppered her question, as if Soldier Boy could not hear her.

Y/N furrowed her brows. "Why should I?"

"Well, because he..." Annie pointed to the man who was now standing at the window again to look out to the street with her thump. "... is still radioactive. You should at least get that checked out."

Y/N' eyes widened in shock. "What???" now THAT was something noone had told her.

While Victoria observed the monitors in her little secret hide out outside of New York, when Homelander, again, came to pay her a visit. She aleady knew he nearby as soon as he landed. Thanks to the cameras outside of the old factory building. It had been to long since the last time he came over to pressure her. Stealing herself inside she needed to keep her cool.

"Johnson?" she called out the man that was sitting on the table in the middle, removed from his position and sentenced to watch everything unfold. "You should better leave the room now. All of you should leave."

She turned around and the other men looked at eachother a little confused but complyed. "This could get messy and we don't want to have any innocent eyes involved..."

It did not take long after the men left the room until Homelander stepped inside.

"Hello, Victoria. Got any news you might want to report to me?"

With a formal smile Newman turned to the blonde supe and told him the same things Johnson and Harlow had told her the days before. She even showed him the pictures and videos. Unfortunatly, that was all she could tell him. Soldier Boy simply couldn't be found. Like a magician he disappeared just before anyone could find or track him. But Homelander did not like that at all.

"This is all?" one of his hands that he had crossed behind his back came forward and pointed to the screens and still pictures of his subject of anger. "It's been weeks... and you have nothing more to tell me?"

"Like I said, it's not that easy. He seems to have some kind of help, but we don't know who it is."

John huffed a little. "I'm really disappointed, Victoria. I thought you could do more for me."

"What else am I supposed to do? It's not like we can walk around on the street and call out for him."

"That might be true, but still I thought you would come up with more. See, the world needs a sense of achievement. They love me. And what would be better than me... catching Soldier Boy and finally getting rid of him. Freeing the world of a false god..."

With a triumphant gleam in his eyes he stared at a point on the wall, his mind diving in some kind of heroic endgame. Victoria on the other side needed to think fast. She had to get Homelander out of the way without revealing her ace up her sleeve.

"How is Ryan doing?"

That brought back Homelanders attention in no time. "What?"

"I mean, after what you made him do... is he feeling alright?"

Homelanders eyes turned cold and she sported that angry smile on his face that everyone knew from him. His jaw tensed and he took a few seconds before he spoke again.

"You find me Soldier Boy." he took a step forward and pointed a finger to the woman infront of him. "Or I'll find your daughter."

And with that Homelander left again. When Victoria saw how he eventually flew away she took a breath of relieve.

"Rodriguez? O'Donnell?" she called loudly and two tall men with broad shoulders stepped back into the room. "You have a job to do."

Later that day, Annie had already taken off, Y/N came out of the bedroom. She needed to talk to Ben. The whole radioactive thing had started to worry her. And she did what every normal person did, eventhough she knew you actually should not do it. She searched online for anything she could find on the matter and it did not sound promising.

But that was not all that worried her. Just like Ben or anyone else did not tell her that he was radioactive, so did she not tell anyone that she had an DNA defect. In general the defect did not affect her and she did not notice it at all. But this new information complicated things. It made it so complicated that she really wanted to see her doctor. Only problem was that Ben probably would not let her leave.

"Ben?" she made herself known. "I need to talk to you."

"What?" he said, not really listening to Y/N and his eyes glued to the screen of his phone.

"Ben..." she tried again.

"What the fuck do you want now?"

His words sounded harsh and he still did not look at her. The sting in her heart hurt a little more, but she did not back down. This was important to her and also she didn't want to stay in her apartment anymore. It slowly began to feel like a cage. A prison in her own home and Ben was the guard. This was not how this was supposed to go.

"I need to see a doctor."

"What? No." upon hearing that Ben finally looked at her.

"This is serious, Ben. I did not know that you... were... radioactive and I need to get checked out."

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not whining and crying about my inprisonment with the commies and tell everyone I fucking meet about it."

Y/N huffed al little. "Don't you think that this little detail would have been something improtant I needed to know?"

"You're not going fucking anywhere."

Ben turned his body fully to the woman infront of him, his phone not that interesting anymore. He spoke out his decision like he had the right to control her every move. Now anger started to bubble up in Y/N.

"You can't be serious right now. This is not a joke, Ben. It might not effect you, but I'm only a mere human. And we have been together for some weeks now. I was defenseless at your mercy."

"Oh, c'mon. Now you're overreacting." he flung his hand at her, as if her words would mean nothing and was grabbing for his phone again.

"You said you would protect me. But the worst danger was right here in front of me." she concluded.

"Hey!" his head shot back at her and his brows furrowed. "I do protect you! You have no idea how much I protect you!"

"Then let me go see a doctor! This is important to me! I need to do something about it."

"Listen, Y/N..." he said a little calmer and took a step towards her but at the same time she did a step back.

The confusion in his eyes upon her reaction faded to hurt. But he masked it right away with stubborn indifference. Ben straighted his back and rolled his shoulders slightly. Y/N on the other hand hugged herself to feel not so lost i this situation.

"I don't know you, Ben. I don't know you at all. And you don't wanna get to know me. Which is fine. But you could at least give me the chance to live longer, while I have to be together with you. Here. In isolation."

The silence that followed was thick in the air and either didn't want to give in. Every second felt like an eternity that didn't seem to pass by. But Y/N would not stop to stand up for herself. The supe that seemed to try to bent her mind with his eyes did not say a word. But his face told it all.

Suddenly Ben's phone rang and it startled them both. He went back to the coffeetable where he had put it down and picked it up. An unknown number called him and he furrowed his brows again, this time questiongly. He pointed a finger to Y/N, telling her to wait a moment with the gesture and picked it up.

"Hello?" he grumbled into the phone and waited on a response. It did not take long and Y/N saw the change in his face. "What?"

Ben began to turn away slightly and his free hand balled into a fist. His shoulders tensed up and now even Y/N started to worry. But it also took his attention away from her. She stepped back towards the door, slowly as not to bring his attention back to her.

"Are you fucking serious?" Ben exclaimed and rushed over to the window again.

Y/N took advantage of this chance to get out of the apartment. She sprinted to the door, grabbed her back hastly and ran out into the hallway of the building. Shoes fully forgotten she ran to the stairs as she heared Ben call out for her with anger in his voices.

Once at the bottom, she decided to use the back exit, which led her into the backyard. She looked back over her shoulder as she rushed out of the house, but couldn't see Ben behind her. Not yet. It was already late and the sun had long since set. An icy wind was blowing towards her and now she realized that she should have worn shoes. Not to mention her missing jacket.

She ran along the narrow path, past smelly garbage cans, without letting up. At the end of the path she turned the corner and arrived at the next side street. Y/N looked around briefly before running to the left. She weaved past the people who came towards her and stared at her in slight amazement. But she didn't care. She just had to make it to the nearest subway station and then everything would be fine.

She looked back over her shoulder once more, but Ben still didn't seem to be following her. She looked forward again while still running, but not two seconds later she collided with a strong chest. The man who suddenly stood in her way grabbed her upper arms so that she wouldn't fall. She was about to say thank you, but then she saw the guy smiling at her in a strange way. And then someone put a black bag over her head from behind and a strong blow to her temple caused her to faint.

A/N: Yes, you read that right. These two idiots should've really talked to each other. 🙈

@lyarr24 @k-slla @leigh70 @deadlydivergentgirl @deans-spinster-witch

[mychlapci]

I think mirage and hound love eachother very much. it’s the least complicated relationship on the arc, they just Get eachother. Which is why normally very clean mirage lets his hound bring him out into the middle of the woods and fuck him So Dirty. Hound should have a kink for getting his partner absolutely Filthy. Desperately rutting mirage into the mud (maybe freshly made by unloading a tank or two who’s to say)

Him holding onto mirage doggy style, forcing his face down into it while he desperately fucks his aft port and wails out about how good he looks about how greatful he is he let him do this, all while mirage is choking and sputtering on mud while his partner absolutely gapes his aft hole.

Maybe the only stimulation mirage gets to his valve is hound frantically shoving and rubbing in mud to it. Hell of a way to condition your partner into one of your kinks, and judging by how mirage can’t seem to stop cumming it’s definitely working…

Ratchet just wishes these idiots would stop having to drag mirage to the med bay because they shoved some organic matter up into him were it definitely shouldn’t have been.

this is kind of driving me crazy. hrghh ... Hound holding Mirage down and rubbing mud into his pussy, making him squirt all over the forest floor and then forcing his face down into it, fucking him nice and hard until he's satisfied... It feels so good to get filthy, especially when it's odd organic gunk that's hard to wash out. Mirage definitely goes to the med-bay at least once a week to get sticks and leaves pulled out of his poor, irritated valve though... perhaps it's a little too intense for their frames, but they can't stop. It just feels too good. Even Mirage, who was extremely hesitant to get covered in various organic fluids now doesn't think he can tell Hound no...

[solticeenery]

I have this crazy headcanon that (maybe) completely ignores all rules and canon characters of this universe, but what if (it always starts with these words) Lucy found a way to bring Skull back to the living world. Some kind of incredibly dangerous and risky but promising ritual. Something with giving part of your life to the Other Side and you can't decide how much, it should be some other ghost who stands between two worlds and accepts the deal. Something maybe with blood, almost unaliving themselves and very complicated sigils. Some kind of risky dangerous shit so the Skull could mock Lucy for being a brainless idiot because "what were you thinking, you could f*cking die, Carlyle!"

So Lucy finds this ritual, successfully finishes it (even without any terrible injuries) and when the dealer comes she sees... Jessica. It's Jessica Lockwood. She looks at Lucy, asks, why she is doing all that stuff, and nods. "I'll take one minute from your life. That's the least I am allowed to take. Be happy, little star, guide them through their journey, they both need you." And disappears. Lucy wakes up in real world again, sees Skull already back in his body and staring at her with all judgement and anger and sharp words he ever tried to hold back from saying. And then the sun reaches Skull's face and he stays there, doesn't evaporate from any tiniest amount of light. And he is confused and kinda happy but angry at the same time because he knows this ritual and he was scared to death that Lucy might die during it. And Lucy is just happy. Exhausted, but happy. She finally can punch Skull for silly comments, shut his mouth whenever he tries to tell any dirty joke or hug him (at least try to, he isn't really comfortable with it yet) after difficult cases.

And the type of bond created between these two is something like siblings-mentors-lovers. They are definitely more than simply friends or colleagues. They teach eachother day by day. They are important to eachother. They both are ready to sacrifice everything for eachother and whatever the other one wants to protect. So for example Skull is ready to sacrifice the whole world to save Lockwood because he is important for Luce. And the same for her, she is ready to sacrifice the whole universe if needed.

Noone in "Lockwood & Co." can understand this bond and Lucy and Skull can't explain it. It's something so deep and warm with so much trust and comfort behind it, that it's impossible to put in words.

Of course Lockwood was jealous at first. He was doing his best to keep his feelings in secret. But then Skull just dares Lockwood to confess these feelings to Lucy. Smiling reassuringly and promising that everything will be alright. Skull loves Lucy more than anything and wants her to be happy. And he knows that these two children will be happy together. And he will be happy just being somewhere nearby. Being a part of this little but loving found family. Being alive again. Being someone important. Finally being his true self for the first time in two lifes.

Sorry not sorry, I'm sobbing because this lives rent-free in my head and idc if it's ooc, I'm too emotional atm

[risetherivermoon]

here have a sparrow related rant :D (dndads ep 48 spoilers!!)

btw, my entire perception (or all together understanding) of sparrow oak has shifted after this episode-

i think unconsciously i saw the twins as completely different people, like wildly different from eachother, after season 1 and in season 2

but honestly- after we find out that sparrow is the one who enacted code purple, the conversation with henry and mercedes? i still see them as different characters, but i feel like they are actually way more similar than i initially thought

they're just both two guilt ridden idiots, and at first i was really confused why it seemed like sparrow would always group himself with lark when talking about who "ended the world" or whatever (i thought it was probably him saying it in solidarity or whatever, which i think is still partially the reason) but now he also basically did what lark did

i think thats whats heartbreaking to me, because henry immediately forgives lark after he releases the doodler, but sparrow is immediately told he will never be forgiven, and where lark has the motive of wanting to defeat the doodler and become stronger, sparrow has the motive of just wanting to protect his family-

im not saying this is out of character of henry, i definitely think this is how he'd react since he has the knowledge of exactly what code purple will do, and we also know that sparrow tried to lie to him to enact it as well, but its just- fuck

personally i think because of how lark and henrys relationship is in late s1 (and afterwards) henry probably was unconsciously more attentive to lark afterwards, trying to repair that broken relationship- and so his perspective of sparrow is different, sparrow usually goes along with lark and backs him up but he never actually argues with henry or whatever,

so when sparrow does something that he does himself, it seems so off and random to henry, personally i think if he had to think about it that lark would be the twin that what would be most likely to be the one to do it, a lot of it is sparrow acting on his own principle and we really don't see that often, (blah blah, its lark and sparrow not sparrow and lark, blah blah)

basically i think that it was so unexpected of sparrow that henry immediately freaks out and is more aware of the betrayal than he was back when the doodler was released,

im relistening to the mummy issues arc in s1, and was listening to scene of henry and darryl arguing about the pyramid, and i think that's really the thing yk? because henry's moral compass is more pointed towards being selfless, where sparrow seems to be on the opposite side of that in this situation

for example, henry wants to go and get arrested by neverwinter because they had let the pyramid fall instead of trying to save lark and sparrow from the omegadads, which makes sense that he doesn't approve of code purple because it would put faerun in danger, even though it would mean his family would be safe,

and then sparrow, who enacts code purple because even though it would destroy faerun, he and his family would be safe,

ive seen people compare code purple to the trolley problem- and honestly, i agree so much, its similar, where if the same amount of people are on both tracks but one has your friends and family/people you love on one side as well,

really sparrow was put into such a huge position of either way he will end up hurting someone, his 6-year-old son is attacked by a flesh hoard that he can get rid off by flicking a single switch, and of course he's going to do it, even if that means his parents never want to speak to him again and that he dooms another plain of existence to destruction

im just in love with how much this podcast spins morality around, it can be so incredibly philosophical for being a dungeons and dragons podcast about a bunch of stupid dads, it really makes you realize how complicated humans are

[foxymoxynoona]

Damn chapter 10... damn. All these chapters felt like a ticking time bomb anyways and this chapter was the explosion, or was it? Can it get worse? I gotta say now that everything is "out" or that shit happened, pointing fingers at who's fault it is wrong. Sure JK was an idiot for going to the shop anyways but he trusted them. But if you say it like that, you could also say he would've never slept with naoko if sasha wouldn't have dumped him 🤷🏻‍♀️ so in conclusion, there is not one person at fault.

I felt bad for both of them. JKs "please don't breakup" text made me feel so bad for him too. One's privat life AND career is in danger, and the other one's reputation and career is in danger. And the situation is literally so damn complicated. It's like walking to a dead end with whatever plan they go with. And I want to add that I was not surprised at the "lawyers buy photos before they get released". The thought is just pretty fucked up, that you were in fact getting stalked.

I don't know for what outcome I hope for. I feel like their relationship is kinda growing apart. This is the feeling I'm getting from this book. Because it's always good between them until it isn't and then it's weird and I feel like both have no idea how to deal with it. I hope and wish for them to work this out too. I love this couple sm! I hope they can built ultimate trust and love to eachother and work together more in the future.

Thanks for updating foxy ❤️

I like to think of the books as... the first two were sort of them against themselves, and this book is presenting the opportunity for them to be united against external forces. Will they rise to that or fall apart?

I'm fascinated watching everyone try to decide who is to "blame". This happens a lot throughout this story and I'm thrilled to write scenarios that people are divided on because ultimately that's my goal. Sometimes it's one of them unequivocably making a mistake, other times it's a really complicated situation or very nuanced or there is no clear one at "fault", or that doesn't even matter/isn't helpful for moving the situation forward.

This one in particular reminds me a bit of Sasha's delibartiong during Chlamydiapocalypse, when Dr. Kim guided her on how to navigate "fault" or "blame" in a situation. Despite feeling like she's the more flexible of them, I think Sasha very much wants black and white answers on guilt and innocence, and Jungkook is actually more open to ambiguous acceptance (...unless he feels falsely accused LOL.)

Anyway thanks as always for sharing your thoughts!! Discussion was so heated on the last chapter, I'm prety far along with the next one and had secretly hoped to get it done before my trip but alas, it'll have to come in the next couple of weeks.

[yaoicircus]

Orpherick; Night to Remember

https://youtu.be/k0optPS9qrA Cover on @/rhyustunes on tiktok is also excellent to listen to in association <3 it’s what originally made me and Ghost want to write this! 

The two having a complicated relationship. Getting on one another’s nerves. Though it’s mostly Orpheus annoying Frederick. Then Frederick throwing small quips back at the man. Though the two of them have an agreement of satisfying one another. An innate attraction they have for eachother that neither can deny. Exposed sloppily on a drunken night when Orpheus went to pick Frederick’s brain. Until that night where Orpheus decides to confess his deepening feelings towards Frederick. Assured he needn’t the other to reciprocate. He hated that vulnerable position he put himself in. Though that’s just the effect love has on a man. He was willing to drop that cocky act and be softer for a moment in a sweaty embrace. Honestly, it wasn’t all that romantic of setting. Though every time Frederick recalls that moment. The man above him who was whispering sweet nothings. It was to be expected of a Novelist to concoct such bewildering words. Only Orpheus would ever get away with saying such stupid things. He never batted an eye as this was always how the man acted. Up until that love confession he seemingly bitterly utter into the other’s ear. Only to then pretend he had never said a thing. So why was Frederick so miserable thinking about that night? Sat upon a piano stool performing in a ballroom for a party. It wasn’t the center focus for that evening. Perfectly placed where the balcony was with the doors open wide and the translucent white curtains fluttering on occasion. It was a lonely place for a piano to be amidst such a social gathering. Despite being accompanied by a soft glow from the golden chandelier up above. Except there was nothing special about this spot light. As if only the moonlight would confer with Frederick that night. He wouldn’t have minded normally avoiding such conversations. Except those drifting eyes he had kept landing on a certain Orpheus Deross in the distance. 

Suave as always that pathetic smirk in place perfectly. Those stupid eyes which had a slight crease to them due to this expression. No doubt there was a sparkle in them with mischievous ploy. It seemed no matter what Orpheus couldn’t help himself. He certainly could see how he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself with the women he had been chatting with that night. He had kept count. One, two,,,there were quite a few that he either approached or had approached him. This was to be expected from someone such as himself. He was an esteemed Novelist and although Frederick bitterly admitted it the man was attractive. He had the face and attitude of a playboy.  He knew this about the man; yet despite his better judgement he grew agitated. The composition he was currently playing regretfully was related to that Novelist even. The words on the back of the sheet a flurry of confession. Something Frederick never planned on allowing anyone let alone Orpheus to read. He could imagine how he’d critique it. Granted, that was only if the man could understand french. He had no intentions of pursuing anything with that bastard. Though the very idea of Orpheus’s eyes falling to another’s was aggravating. It would be selfish of him to expect Orpheus to remain in love with him. He just couldn’t help it. Even now he blamed the Novelist for this current predicament. If they could act like they had before it would be fine. The idiot Orpheus had been distancing himself. Granted, it was all minor details. Such as the lingering touches Orpheus would leave upon his hand, back or shoulders. He always had mindlessly done such Frederick noticed. Orpheus had become distant with him and that was apparent. Something was disconnected.  

He felt stupid hoping for the other’s attention as he played this work. The one inspired by him. The one he titled in reference to him even. The one with a poem of confession on the back. Alas, Everytime Frederick glanced at Orpheus the other never returned the gaze. He’d bite his tongue and fall into the keys. Humming ever so silently to himself a more solemn version. As the chill of the night seemed into his fingers and down his spine. He’d probably get sick from sitting here all night so sourly. Unfortunately enough for Orpheus though everytime he looked at Frederick he couldn’t seem to catch his gaze. The man was always so distracted in his work. He’d normally intrude though this was not the time for such. He couldn’t seem to escape the flowing conversations he found himself in. Neither of the two given opportunity to chat. The night would come to a close and Frederick would leave promptly when the Host started to give their final thanks. Only after snagging a bottle of wine for himself. He wasn’t normally one to drown their worries in alcohol. Yet he couldn’t stand having a sleepless night sober at the moment in lonesome.

written mostly by seraph but ehe.. silly ghost is the poster >_<

[storyofmychoices]

Incorrect quotes

Rules: Use this (https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator) generator to generate a quote for your characters and share as many as you like! Tag whoever you want to.

Ohmygosh this was so much fun. They're all so good, but the Bryce and Keiki ones and the Mal and Daeanrya onesare my faves. They're such idiots that these fit so perfectly.

Thank you @jerzwriter and @trappedinfanfiction and @missameliep for the tag ❤️❤️❤️

Tagging anyone who wants to play. It's so much fun!

Bryce x Olivia (+Keiki)

Olivia: I fell— Bryce: From heaven? Olivia: No, I literally fell— Bryce: In love with me the moment you saw me? Olivia: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Bryce: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Bryce: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Olivia: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Bryce: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Bryce: I didn't drink that much last night. Keiki: You were flirting with Olivia. Bryce: So what? They're my partner. Keiki: You asked if they were single. Keiki: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

*Olivia sneezes* Bryce: Olivia, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby! *Keiki sneezes* Bryce: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

Bryce: I know one person who finds me funny! Keiki: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself! Bryce: Okay then I'm out.

Keiki: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons! Bryce: Bet you I can! Olivia: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

Ethan x Ellie

Ethan: Ellie, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day? Ellie: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

Ethan: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Ellie: It's kind of complicated, but Bryce- Ethan: Got it. Forget I asked.

Thomas x Alex

Alex: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Thomas: Okay. Alex: And make out during the scary parts. Thomas: Th- Thomas: The scary parts. Thomas: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl. (but the thought of Thomas Hunt sitting through Sharkboy and Lava girl lololol)

Alex: Thomas, you love me, right? Thomas: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Mal x Daenarya (+Tyril x Maiele*)

***Maiele belongs to @lilyoffandoms

Daenarya: Are you ready to commit? Mal: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Mal: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? Daenarya: Aww- Mal: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Mal: We have a problem. Daenarya: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them. (*affectionately*)

Daenarya: Mal and I got married!! Tyril: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

Tyril: So, are you two dating now? Mal & Daenarya: Yes. Tyril: Why? Mal: I happen to find Daenarya very appealing. Tyril: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Daenarya.

Maiele: Why are your tongues purple? Mal: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Daenarya: I had a red one. Maiele: oh. Maiele: Maiele: OH. Tyril: Tyril: You drank eachothers slushies?

Daenarya: This food is too hot... I cant eat it. Mal: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: *silence* Maiele: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! Tyril: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

Daenarya: You know, Maiele gives Tyril flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too. Mal: Okay. *Later* Mal: *gives Tyril flowers* Tyril: ??? Mal: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

Tyril: Why is Mal crying on the floor? Maiele: They're drunk. Tyril: And? Maiele: They saw a picture of Daenarya's spouse. Tyril: But they're Daenarya's spouse. Maiele: I know.

Mal: Daenarya! I can't do this stupid math! Daenarya: What’s the math problem? Mal: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply. Maiele, covering Tyril's ears, while Daenarya smacks Mal upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.

Tyril: What are you getting Daenarya for the holidays? Mal: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet. Maiele: I'm getting Daenarya a divorce lawyer.

It's really no wonder I love incorrect quotes for the Blades characters since this commission is one of my faves and is from an incorrect quote:

[darkened-writer]

Out Of Touch

Request: omg could you pretty pls write an eddie x reader where they both like eachother, and everyone else knows except them. maybe dustin and mike help eddie confess?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Corny? Yes Corny

Word Count: 1604

A/N: Request from @restandrelaxslayti0n ! Hope you enjoy !!

          How many years had we been held back? That thought was distant but curious as I drowned out the sounds of my classmates in the cafeteria and grabbed a plastic-wrapped sandwich, cup of carrots, milk, and small ranch package. My eyes scanned the various cliques at their respective tables, finding the gaze of my longtime friend, Eddie Munson.

Coming into high school, I jumped groups of people, never really knowing where I fit in, until I met the buzzcut, rocker of the school. Then, I knew where I truly belonged. I knew we had to be friends as soon as he came to school with D&D dice, and we immediately bonded on our shared love of the game. And, we founded the “Hellfire” Club, finding other like-minded people over our school years. But, with a focus on something other than school, your grades slip.

Being twenty years old and in HIGH SCHOOL, it gets real tiring. But, would this really be our year? Where we finally say sayonara to this shithole and drive into the sunset?

I took a seat next to Eddie, his lips upturning into a smile as I did.

“How was good ol’ Chemistry?”

Immediate eye roll.

“The usual, complicated equations, hazardous chemicals, and idiot students who don’t put the damn safety goggles on..”

That aroused a laugh out of him, Mike and Dustin finally sitting down, their respective “Hellfire” Club shirts out for show. Gareth and Jeff nodded at the two, while Dustin nudged Mike, eyes turned in Eddie and I’s direction.

“Henderson, what are you motioning there.”

His gaze turns to Eddie with wide eyes,

“Uh-.. nothing.”

I chuckle, “You nervous there, Dusty-Bun..?”

His face immediately erupts in a red coloration.

“Only Suzie can call me that..!”

Eddie high-fives me, his rings leaving a slight sting to my hand. His touch wasn’t foreign to me but the positive touch was one that erupted feelings within my chest and stomach. An airy and oddly warm feeling, that gave slight discomfort and yet it was dangerous. Friendly or more, my brain would not comprehend it. 

“So, for “Cult Of Vecna”, Y/N, do you have any ideas for side-quests?” 

I perked up, “Uh.. why?”

“I was thinking of letting you DM for the next session, I miss playing to be honest.”

Mike’s eyebrows furrowed, “I put in a request to DM and SHE gets to? Why?!”

“Because, dear Wheeler! Y/N is the co-Leader of this club we hold so dear!” He puts a dramatic hand on his chest and leans into my side as though he was fainting, I laugh at his dramatics.

“You sure that’s the only reason?” Mike rebuttals, causing Eddie to sit up straight and adjust his jacket, face dropping.

“And, what are you implying?”

“That she gets special treatment because she’s special to youuuu..” He drags out the ‘U’ at the end, my eyes widening a bit at the thought.

Warm feeling in my chest every time we hung out, every time we touched, every time he complimented my style, and every time his eyes lit up seeing me walk past his classroom or coming up to him in the cafeteria. Was it a crush, or some friendly puppy-love between to long-time friends?

“Uhm.. no. It’d be a bit odd if I had a crush on my best friend. Right?” He lets out a chuckle, Gareth and Jeff both laughing in tandem with him, yet it seemed everyone knew something other than myself and Eddie.

Oh.

“Right, Y/N?”

“Heh- Yeah-”

I toss my sandwich to Dustin, and get up, suddenly feeling a roughly textured hand on my wrist, Eddie.

“Where are you going, Y/N?”

“Uh-.. I’m just.. Going to go to my next class and write down some side quest ideas..”

Dustin and Mike peer at me with worried and perturbed eyes, I don’t make eye contact however and pull my wrist from Eddie’s grip, throwing my carrots, milk, and ranch away to get out of the cafeteria as quick as I could.

“Do you two know what’s going on with Y/N?” Eddie turned his gaze away from his best friend leaving to look at the two boys who seemed to know something. Dustin nods at Mike, who nods at Gareth, who nods at Jeff.

“You two are very oblivious to very OBVIOUS feelings.”

He tilts his head in confusion.

“He means you both like each other, more than a friendly way-”

Eddie’s mouth hangs open, his mind now racing to instances he should have known.

When he saw you in a prom dress for the first time, your first bike ride through the neighborhood together, binging Star Wars in your small but homey room. The feeling of jealousy when he saw Kurt Salazar caressing the skin of your arm in the hall, obviously trying to get into your pants. It all culminated to the big picture, he was in love with you. Not just in love, he was truly, deeply, in love with his best friend.

“Shit.”

The walk from school to home was not far, but the loneliness of being without Eddie, in his car, was daunting. Carpooling was how we got to and from school, He’d bring me a Poptart in the mornings, and he’d always drop me off at home and blow me a kiss goodbye. It was always how we had done things since Freshman year, so the loud and pregnant silence of the neighborhood was a saddening awakening. 

“Should’ve brought my Walkman…”

I had many tapes of artists I liked, Billy Idol, Madonna, Kate Bush, but I only liked to listen to the mixtape that Eddie had made me full of rock music he enjoyed, intermixed with songs he thought I’d like. Oddly enough, listening to his mixtape made me feel closer to him and how he truly felt, because music was his soul, and if I could listen to his soul, then maybe he might like me too.

I unlocked my front door and let myself in, shutting it behind me to run up the stairs.

“Honey, you alright?!”

“Yeah, just eager to finish my school work!”

I slammed my door open and gently shut as to not upset my mom, my many posters coming into view. But, my goal was to pop Eddie’s mixtape into my Walkman and just lay in my bed and think. Think about him, how he detested ever dating me, and laughed. 

These feelings of love towards him were small up until this year, the more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to make it something to do forever. 

My notebook of D&D ideas almost taunted me, until I flipped it open and began to look at the messily drawn doodles, most of them being Eddie’s character and my own, in various situations such as a battle, or a bard performance, or the cult’s home base. But, one that stook out was the one of our characters holding each others faces, faces contorted in grief but also relief that they had finally confessed their love to one another.

A girl could dream, right?

‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ began to play through my headphones, and I finally settled onto my bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it into my arms. I would not allow myself to cry, why cry over something as trivial as being rejected. He’s my best friend, I shouldn’t even be feeling things for him other than friendship.

TAP

Bonnie Tyler really catches the heartbreak of unconditional love.

TAP

TAP

Huh?

TAP

I slipped my headphones off and pressed into the pause button on my Walkman.

TAP

My window?

I walked over to my window, which had a view of the street and the tree in front of our house that was so close to my window that Eddie would climb up it in order to sneak into my room. Looking down, I saw Mike, Dustin, and Eddie, a large paper in his hand that he held up, which was written in his messy handwriting.

‘I’M SORRY, COME DOWN AND LET ME TALK?’

I chuckled and nodded, Eddie smiling and lowering the sign as I made my way downstairs and opened the front door, noting Dustin and Mike were now in Eddie’s car, watching intently as I walked toward him.

“You wanted to talk. I’m here, now talk..”

He looked back towards Dustin and Mike, the two nodding at him before he huffed out a anxiety ridden breath and spoke.

“Y/N.. fuck I..”

I’ve never seen him this nervous ever, unless he was meeting a band he really liked.

“I’m sorry for outwardly talking to the group like I would never date you.. Truth is.. I honestly would. I never got the guts to say it until Mike and Dustin gave me a good ol’ pep talk!”

I let out a laugh, covering my mouth with my hand as he continued.

“We’ve been friends for years, years I’ve come to cherish as some of my best. And, every single moment with you has been.. Eventful to say the least. But, I don’t want to have it stop. I want to.. This is so sappy.. I want to make more memories with you.”

Silence. 

“I uh-.. Sorry if this is awkward or anything I’ve never done this crap befor-”

Then, arms wrapped around his neck and a whisper.

“That was pretty damn romantic, Munson…”

“Showy enough for you to let me take you out?”

“Definitely.” 

Cheers erupted from the car, Dustin and Mike both smiling widely.

Guess our feelings weren’t out of touch.

[dianagj-art]

i love your fem! hiccup art!!! could you talk more about the betrothal au?? (specifically hiccup and asher)

THANK YOU!! And YES!! What haven't I got to say about these two idiots

Basically the two had have a crush on eachother since they were young teens, so like on the first httyd movie events. None said anything. Asher was the one who tried to mave a move later on (aka. The kiss at the end of the movie, the kiss on Snoggletog, and the kiss on one of the riders of Berk/defenders of Berk episode, I don't remember whitch one) but Hiccup never did anything else but blush bc basically she just thought Asher was being cocky. He was not.

As time passed and they grew to be friends, their crushes got kinda forgoten until rtte events. Asher is the first one to relize his feelings, Hiccup is too oblivious to notice her own feelings. And Asher is now trapped in your typical "I don't want to say anything bc it would ruin our friendship" situation, except he does tries a few times pre-events of the fanfic. But Hiccup either gets distracted by a dragon or just Asher's words goes over her head and doesn't get is an actual confession.

For the games, Berkians are going to introduce Dragon Racing to the other tribes atending, and to a new-ish way to play it, where instead of 5 dragons it's 5 teams playing, so it's more riders on the sky, more dangerous, and also more fun. The gang were going to compete, and Asher had already made up his mind to tell Hiccup how he feels and ask her out after they win.

But this never happens, bc since her hand is being "offered" on the games, she is not allowed to play. And she tells her friends she is not going to participate in any game and gives no other explanation. Its not until Stoick anounces that her hand is being played for that they know why she had been acting strange the last few days.

And Asher enters in a panic. A few of other Hooligans apoint themselves for her hand, (from a group that's a few years older than them), they had already been told that the other tribes are bringing their own suitors and my boy Asher raises up to win her hand too. (that's pretty much how the fic starts)

But Hiccup is too mad with the whole situation to notice "huh, maybe those things he had said where we are alone had a deeper meanng to it" or "wait, he likes me?" and instead just thinks that every single person that is going to play for her hand is just an oportunist who wants an status bust. After all, she is the next chief of Berk, and whoever maries her, will get that title too.

And some of them are doind it just for the status it'll give them, but some other are acutally people who like her. But we are not talking about them.

With Asher, things are a little more complicated, and her anger goes stronger. Because he is her friend and how dares him doing this??? To her!!! He knewher feelings to an agranged maridge like this!! All the gang did! And now he's doing one of the things she spites the most!!!

Anyways Hiccup is pissed, Asher thinks he fucked up and she'll be mad with him for life.

Things happen and Hiccup, the other heirs of the tribes, the gang and the rest of the suitors are strandled alone on a broken ship, without dragons, on the Ship Graveyard. All courtesy of Viggo.

As they try to get out of there and have their dragons back, Hiccup finally gets to actually spend time with the suitors and to know them. She realices she was wrong about some of them, and even when the time was short, she got to know A LOT about them.

Then the adults show up, and they gater to make a better plan to get the dragons. Hiccup and Stoick have a talk alone, Hiccup tells him some of the boys aren't actually so bad and spends some time just talking about them, some good things some bad things then…

Hiccup rants about how in the last day he keept her focused on what was important, and supported her on her desitions, but didn't shy away to argue. But when everyone started to see who was in charge (since the other heirs of the other tribes were also there) he stood at her side with no hessitation, even when she was the younger of the heirs and with less training.

And with that is when realization finaly hits her. "It has to be Asher" she tells Stoick and he tries to calm her, bc now she is ranting on how good Asher could be for the "spot" but also bc she starts to realice Asher probably had feelings for her since before. And she gets very insistent on why it has to be him

And the rest is a surprise for when i actually get to write the fic :3

[t0shii]

ღ — cuddling hcs

.! shinsou, denki, shoto, bakugou, mina, sero, uraraka (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ not proofread

.! shinsou the cuddle king 😩

shinsou

— we ALL know toshi is THE best cuddler in ua

— i think he likes spooning and he's usually the big spoon

— likes kissing your shoulder and your neck

— but he keeps his room cold

— so his body might be warm but his nose, hands and feet are always ice cold

"toshi stop your hands are cold." you complain as you feel his hand sneak up your shirt and rub up and down your side, "can't help it." "you could just not have your hand under my shirt, y'know." he scoffs, "too bad, i like this though." "your hand is cold shinsou." he scrunches his face, "don't call me that, it's toshi or baby to you." you laugh, "baby or toshi, got it." "good." he smiles proudly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "sorry baby." "it's alright just don't do it again, there will be consequences." "uh oh, like what?" "like i'll never kiss you again for a week." you gasp, "you wouldn't dare!" "i would dare." "that's horrible!" "i know, so you better not call me that again." you nod, "alright, i learned my lesson."

denki

— when denki's tired denki cuddles

— he's clingy too

— he likes to rest his head on your chest

— and have his arms wrapped around your waist

— traces little lightening bolts on your back with his finger

— falls asleep hella quick

"hi babe!" denki exclaims, flopping himself onto your bed, "hi kami." he turns his head to look at you, "whatcha doin'?" "i was about to take a nap." his eyebrows raise, "oh really? i guess i have to join you now." he grins, scooting closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, "are you even tired?" "nuh uh, but i wanna be with you.-" you nod, fingers running through his hair causing him to hum, "-i missed you." you giggle, "missed you too." after he lays his head on your chest he'a out like a light, "'not tired' huh?" you tease, moving some hair out of his face, "you're lucky you're cute.... and warm."

shoto

— i mean cmon we all know he's a amazing at cuddling

— the perfect temp

— at first he was a little awkward but after a few times he's a pro

— likes when you lay on top of him n he can have a hand rested on your lower back

— likes to read while you cuddle if you're not both napping

for you and shoto, a rainy day meant lounging around the dorms, that's why you both lay on the couch listening to the rain tap on the window, though he's reading. he's startled when you jolt, waking yourself up, "something wrong?" he moves his so he can see you clearly, "mhm, i didn't mean to fall asleep." you answer, laying your head back down on his chest. he hums in response, a warm hand rubbing circles on your lower back as he goes back to his book. it doesn't take long for you to doze back off as he begins to read aloud to you.

bakugou

— also likes when you lay on top of him

— but likes when you're face is in the crook of his neck

— dont tell him i told you but he loves when u kiss his neck

— just lil kisses nothing major

— will tell you to stop but secretly hopes you don't

you lay on bakugou, a blanket thrown over the both of you, his hands using your back as a rest as he scrolls through his phone. "quit that, y/n." he growls, "quit what?" you reply, smirk on your lips. he groans, "you know what, idiot. stop." you chuckle, "okay okay." you adjust your head on his shoulder but not even five minutes later you're pecking his neck again. he shuts his phone off, tossing it somewhere else on the bed and wraps his arms around your waist, "i told you to stop." he whisper into your ear before resting his forehead against your shoulder though he doesn't complain as you continue.

mina

— loves when you lay your head on her chest

— she loves the feeling of protecting you

— so i think she'd be the big spoon

— except you're facing eachother

"so how was your day?" mina asks, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, "tiring." she pouts a your response "we should take a nap then, hm?" she starts drawing hearts on your back, "just for an hour, i have to study for tomorrow's exam." mina nods, "i'll set an alarm." but she doesn't and you end up sleeping for three hours, how can you be mad at her though? "i just wanted you to get some rest baby, you deserved it." she mumbles, frown on her face eyes glossy, afraid you're upset with her. "i'm not mad you, princess. thank you for taking care of me." she immediately lightens up at your words, arms wrapping around your waist, "i just love you so much."

sero

— your head on his chest. please.

— runs his finger tips up and down your back

— watches tiktoks with you

— or random ass yt videos he finds interesting

"look babe, watch this video. i saw it last night and i just had to show you" sero says, suddenly causing you to look over to his phone screen, "look it's just a complication of cute baby animals, as soon as i saw it i thought of you- watch, watch." you watch the 20 minute video with him, "that was cute hanta." "wasn't it? i thought of you when i saw it." "when'd you watch it?" "i dunno it was like 3:00am and i couldn't sleep." you hum in response, "there's more if you wanna watch em, i haven't seen those though." he offers, scrolling through the selection, "really hanta?" "....what?" "of course i wanna watch them." "okay good, i was gonna watch them regardless but it's better with you."

uraraka

— like bakugou's but she's the one laying on you

— loves when you have your hands resting on her lower back or your arms wrapped around her waist

— makes her feel secure n safe

— and kiss her neck too

— she gets so shy omg

"baby, c'mere." you open your arms and motion uraraka over, he does, crawling on top of you before resting her cheek on your shoulder, "did you need something?" she asks, "nuh uh, just wanna cuddle is that okay?" she lets out a breathy giggle, "fine with me." a comfortable silence falls between the two of you, almost coaxing her to sleep until she feels you kiss her neck once, and then again... and again, at this point she can't fight the blush on her cheeks and she's about to tell you to stop until you speak up, "you know i love you right?" your question only reddens her cheeks even more. "mhm." she lets you continue with the kisses on her neck, "i love you too y/n."

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[tinalbion]

Since Freddy and Jason hates eachother so much I think it'll be interesting to be Freddy's s/o and SOMEHOW befriending Jason! They don't know about it at first but one day one of them shows up while you're hanging with the other! What would happen?? Can you write something like that? I mean obviously you can, but do you want to? *looks hopefully*

Oh my, what sort of drama would ensue?! Poor Freddy, poor Jason, just can’t get out of each other’s lives, can they? Thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it!

But seriously, kinda feeling bad that the one person Jason becomes friends with has the ultimate baggage to deal with😅

Freddy x GN!Reader - Befriending Jason

Rating: Freddy picking on Jason, the usual.

Length: 1.2k

Dating a literal dream demon had its advantages for you, but you honestly just loved his company, the only thing was your sleep schedule was so out of whack because of it. You craved to see him when you were asleep, but during those hours that were supposed to be peaceful, you awoke feeling less than well-rested and it had caught up with you in the long run.

Asking Fred to calm down with the long visits was harsher than it should have been in your eyes, but he didn’t seem to mind it too much, especially since he allowed you to take a break for a bit while he had other errands to run (you know, murder and such), and he came back to you to see you back at 100%. You looked happy and the bags under your eyes weren’t so prominent. He took full credit for that, obviously, and so while catching up, you casually mention that you’ve been having fun hanging out with your friends. Normally Freddy asks about your friends, mainly curious about who you hang around, and then you mention you went camping and found someone who was really sweet and rather quiet.

He doesn’t question too far about it because why would he? He’s got nothing to worry about. Until he decided to visit you while you were back in the cabin up north again one weekend. He popped in and strolled around the place as if he owned it, and then Freddy stopped dead in his tracks to see you asleep on the sofa while your ‘new friend’ was none other than Jason Voorhees, sitting on a chair that was facing the window, a blanket draped around his shoulders.

Freddy immediately becomes more irritable and his voice is deeper as he speaks to you, the anger plain in his expressions. “Are you fucking kidding me? Your new friend is THAT idiot goalie fuck?!” Freddy and he go way back, not on good terms either, so it’s understandable as to why you were greeted with hostility.

“I can’t just stop being his friend, Fred.”

“Wrong, you can, simple as that, princess. Now do it before I do it for you.” He wasn’t a man to forgive someone like Jason so easily, and of course, you were caught in the middle of their petty feud. You weren’t usually compliant with a request like this and Freddy had never done anything previously when you ‘disobeyed’ him, so what could he really do now? Either way, you had already settled it in your head that you weren’t just going to drop Jason but before you could voice that, you were jolted awake.

Jason had shaken you, his head tilted to the side as if to question your well-being. You assured Jason that you were fine, you were just having a bad dream, and that’s when Jason began to put two and two together. You didn’t want to bring up Freddy only because you knew it would upset him, but it was silly to keep him a secret. One way or another one of them would see the other and you dreaded that day. But in time, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had.

Freddy questioned your intent to hide your guys’ relationship and you bluntly told him you enjoyed Jason’s company when you were camping, so there was no way you were going to be as cruel as he was to him. You needed to approach this delicately and with calm and gentle tones, the complete opposite of what to expect with your headstrong boyfriend.

The day came a lot quicker than you anticipated only because Freddy, being the bastard that he was, decided to make you open up to dear old hockey-puck a lot sooner and he put you on the spot. Jason was distraught, thinking that he was free from seeing the slasher ever again. Why did he have to befriend the ONE person on this planet that was connected to the one guy he wanted to just avoid for as long as he could. Yet now he was faced with a harsh truth.

“Jason, I’d understand if you don’t wanna be friends anymore, I just don’t wanna bring you in the middle of this…” You were kind enough to give him this option, to give him a choice when Freddy really didn’t give him that at all. He couldn’t tell you how he was feeling, but he knew how you were feeling, he was able to read your body language so well from years of experience, but all you could do was sit there with your fists clenched, pissed off at your boyfriend.

The masked slasher placed his hand on your leg to grab your attention then snatched it away, but the look in his eye when you looked up at him spoke more than you thought it ever could. You took a breath and recounted everything in your head, then finally told Jason everything and how childish Freddy had been. Jason didn't act out nor did he grow angry, he just sat there and listened.

"Thanks for listening, Jason, but I'll have to take some time to think about all this…" And he gave you all the time you wanted. You didn't return to the camp for a couple of weeks. Jason had waited for you and lingered around the camp a few days after you initially left, wondering if you'd ever come back. He consulted with the decapitated head of his mother, Pamela, and there was nothing to be said. He had been alone again. Maybe he would put up with that chucklehead if it meant you would be the peacekeeper between them, he just didn't want to be alone anymore.

When you returned to the camp, he had been sitting outside of the cabin just looking off at the wildlife until he noticed you walking up the path. He stood swiftly and waited as you neared the cabin, wanting to greet you, and you definitely looked much happier than you had when you left. When you were close enough, he walked halfway to meet you as you ran into him, hugging him tightly.

"Hey big guy, I've missed you!" You hugged him and you both went inside, talking about your time away and how you missed being surrounded by the forest. But he waited for the inevitable conversation where this would be your last visit. But it never came, something more unexpected had been brought up.

"So uh, I was talking to Fred and… well, he's going to be the bigger guy and won’t interfere with us hanging out! Isn’t that exciting?” You were incredibly happy when Freddy had reluctantly said he wouldn’t pester you (too much) about it, though you would soon learn that he was so full of shit.

He popped in and out of your dreams just to annoy you when you were up at the cabin, he would tease you about everything, he became more relentless. So when you suggested he and Jason should just hang out and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, Fred laughed hysterically and immediately shut that idea down. You could say you tried. Though your life was complicated with Freddy yelling in your ear, you couldn’t help but still feel lucky enough to have them in your life. Even if one of them was a huge pain in your ass.

[wakatvshi]

Helloooo!!!i would to ask if you could write a bertholdt x reader where (please get ready for it it complicated as hell) where reader notices that bert likes annie and decides to help him while the reader like armin but during all this bertholdt and the reader start falling for eachother<3 sorry its so long TwT but if its to much i understand!!

This was so much fun to write! I really hope you like this and that other people like it too! It got kinda long but I couldn’t help myself. Tell me if you like it!

warnings: literally none.

word count: 2224

“So! Did you decide to go through with my plan?” Bertholdt jumped when you grabbed his arm, stopping him from walking outside the mess hall. “Today is one of the only free days we have and if we don’t do your part today I don’t know when we’ll get another chance.” This whole ‘convince Annie to date Bertholdt’ thing had been your idea originally. You’d seen him staring at her when he thought no one was looking, it was a pathetic look honestly but you recognized it to well. It was the same one you had when you saw Armin. Only where you had the nerve to actually speak to him, Bertholdt clammed up in normal conversations, let alone talking to Annie. 

When he hadn’t replied you looked back at him only to realize he was staring at your hand still holding onto his forearm. You felt your face heat up and quickly let go, what the hell was wrong with you? You had to focus on trying to help him and think less about how surprisingly muscular his forearm was. This was about Bertholdt and Annie. And Armin and yourself eventually. Whenever it felt right to say something you’d do it. Of course you would. 

Behind you Bertholdt cleared his throat and you looked to him, “I just… are we sure it should be today? Maybe she’s busy or… something.” He’d gotten better at not blushing at every mention of her name but you could still see the pink tinge in his cheeks. That and the fact that after all these weeks spent together trying to get him confident enough to talk to Annie, you’d learned to read him pretty decently. “We could just try another time I don’t know about today. I don’t want to bother her.” 

He was sweet. Even if he was just saying it to try to get out of talking to her, he was still sweet. It was almost annoying actually, the amount of things about him you found endearing. The way he sometimes stuttered, the way he played with his hands when he was nervous and oddly enough when he’d break out in nervous sweats. Before you’d never really given him much thought but since helping him you’d almost been able to do nothing but think of him. 

Your agreeing to help him was in part you wanting to help him and the other part wanting to get closer to Armin. You could talk to the blonde just fine but when it came to knowing what he liked, that you had no idea. Bertholdt and Armin were pretty close, when you saw them together usually they were reading or talking about some book they’d read. Armin’s intelligence was really amazing to well… everyone here and his theories and such on the books he read was amazing. Aside from Mikasa and Eren it was Bertholdt who listened to him talk about it. You’d tried but honestly you didn’t really get it but you liked the passion in his voice. 

But that was why you went to Bertholdt. It was supposed to be a mutual help thing with helping you both get the people you liked. You messed up though. Somewhere between asking Bertholdt for help and having him pretend you were Annie to confess to her your interest in Armin started fading. You hadn’t meant for it to happen but before you even knew it Bertholdt was the only one on your mind. 

That was why you needed to get him with Annie. The sooner that actually happened the sooner you could force this crush out of your mind. As soon as you shook this feeling you’d be back to realizing how great Armin was. If Annie rejected him it would be harder to get over it but you’d do it. Not that you wanted to think about Annie rejecting him either, you couldn’t imagine how crushed he’d be. If your plan failed you’d also be partly to blame for convincing him that she would like him. But literally you couldn’t see a single reason why she wouldn’t. 

You gave him a small smile before you shook your head, “Today is a free day. You know Annie. She’s literally going to take the chance to just do nothing and be alone all day. So this is the chance, tell her you just need help trying to out do Reiner in hand-to-hand combat and she’ll help you.” Bertholdt was really a jack of all trades, there wasn’t anything you’d seen him not excel at let alone fail. But if he brought up beating Reiner it would get her. 

“You really think it will work?” He sounded hesitant, but you’d put a lot into figuring out what would get the two of them alone possibly long enough for him to work up the courage to confess. “I really don’t think she’s interested in me like that Y/N. She barely even looks at me.” 

You bit back the jealousy that crept on you again, this was for him. If you liked him you would help him be happy. “She looks at you more than you think Bertholdt. And if she does say no you tried, you were brave! You told me you wanted to be more confident and this is your chance, I believe in you.” Before you could stop yourself you continued, “And anyone who rejects you is an idiot. You’re amazing.” 

His green eyes widened and he opened his mouth only to quickly close it. Did you say too much? Give away your feelings? You couldn’t regret what you said though, it was the truth. “I can do it.” The resolve in his voice made your own eyes widen. “I’ll do it today. I can’t leave it like it is.” 

With that he was gone, walking out of the mess hall muttering to himself and you were left standing there. Watching him walk away so he could get ready to tell Annie that he was practically in love with her. And that was fine. You could do that. You could handle it. The tears pricking the backs of your eyes were trying to tell a different story. 

Deciding to spend the rest of your free day after lunch in your bunk was the best idea. Most of the others were off doing their own thing, you could hear Sasha and Connie outside arguing with Jean about something. Marco was probably watching them and Armin, Mikasa and Eren were undoubtedly together somewhere. You knew you’d be welcome to join one of them but you were sure Sasha would try to cheer you up and seeing Armin right now… you think you could. 

This whole thing was supposed to push Bertholdt to Annie and you to Armin. You hadn’t even noticed until he brought it up that you’d really done nothing to help you get to know Armin better. It was easy then to just shrug it off and tell him you would help him woo Annie before the focus turned to you. You thought that was what it was in the beginning but you knew better now. 

Turning your head at the sound of a knock on the door you were surprised to see Reiner standing in the doorway of the girls barracks. “Bertholdt said he changed his mind.” One of his own rules were to leave Reiner out of it, he didn’t want his best friend getting involved in his love life because he’d never live it down. “He said you’d know what that meant.” 

Letting out a huff you pushed yourself off the bed, “Did he say why? This was the perfect chance!” Reiner to his credit did his best to not look too confused, it was clear he wasn’t used to not knowing what was going on with Bertholdt. “Where is he?”

The blonde male stepped to the side when you pushed past him outside of the barracks. “He’s outside the training grounds.” Reiner jerked his head in the direction, “What’s he supposed to be doing?” 

“Doesn’t matter.”You walked off towards the training grounds leaving the confused man behind. This was supposed to be the day. He’d sounded so sure of himself earlier, you’d never heard him sound so sure of anything as long as you’d known him. Whatever was holding him back you could talk him through, he could do this. You knew he could, he just needed to get that confidence he had before back. 

As much as he needed to do this you needed him to. If he was with Annie you could give yourself a sure reason why he didn’t want you other than the fact that you just weren’t his type. If he was off limits it would be easier to accept. And you wanted him happy or to at least be able to say he’d tried. If he was able to at least try maybe it would help him with the next person he fell for. You’d put weeks into this, sat there and watched him go from a blushing mess to actually being able to say “I like you Annie..” Even if it was so stuttered you hardly understood him.

The first time he’d said that, even if it was to you ‘as Annie’ you knew you’d fallen too deep. But still you pushed on and helped him, he deserved love. Even if it wasn’t with you. You’d help him because he deserved that. Your feelings about him didn’t matter in the end.

Passing Mina, Thomas and a few others trying to work with their ODM gear you headed towards one of the other small clearings near by. You weren’t sure where he was exactly but this was the most common place to find he and Reiner when they decided to do their ‘push up contests’ or whatever it was they did so it was the best place to start.  

Stepping into the clearing you spotted Bertholdt sitting on one of the large rocks not looking your way. He was staring down, probably at his hands where you could practically see him fidgeting even though you couldn’t actually see him. You’d memorized too many things about him by now. 

Letting out a small sigh you walked over towards him, the man in question not realizing you were there until you started crawling up the rock he was sitting on. He glanced back at you over his shoulder, watching you until you sat down next to him. The two of you were quiet for a few minutes, you looking at him and Bertholdt just staring down. “What happened?” You finally asked. 

He looked at you for a second before he shrugged and looked out at the trees. “I don’t know. I just couldn’t tell Annie.” You’d not seen Annie since breakfast that morning but you didn’t know if he actually tried, hopefully he did. “I thought about it, I wanted to. But then I realized it wouldn’t work.” 

“I mean Annie’s a bit hard to get along with but you knew that when you decided this earlier.” You had no idea what made him change his mind but you’d hoped he’d do it. You liked seeing the confidence on his face. 

Bertholdt let out a bit of a laugh before he shook his head, “That’s not actually what I decided.” He bit the inside of his lip and you could see him withdraw in on himself. “I was going to confess but… I can’t confess to Annie.” 

Raising an eyebrow at him you waited for him to continue but he didn’t. You could see his hands shaking a little and you wanted to reach out and grab his hand but you stopped yourself. “Why not?” 

“It’s not her.” His words came out in a rush, “I can’t tell her I like her when I don’t.” If you weren’t used to his stuttering you’d not understand him “It wouldn’t be fair. To her or uh… you.” 

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, he couldn’t be saying that could he? There was no way he was actually saying what you thought he was. “Not fair to me? Because I helped you? It’s… I can help you with another person!” That had to be what he meant. 

Bertholdt looked away from you, “I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes, “I know about Armin and I was supposed to help you but I just… I can’t. I’m sorry I don’t even know when it happened.” He looked ashamed, “But I said I was going to do it. I was going to confess and… I did” 

That was true. He thought you were still in love with Armin and he was sitting here confessing to you. Even though he thought you would reject him he still told you that he liked you. You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in your chest, “Yeah. You did.” You could feel the tears building up in your eyes. 

You didn’t notice the hurt look on his face when you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. “It’s not Armin either. It hasn’t been Armin for a long time.” You looked at him again, his entire face was bright red but he was slowly moving his arms around you. “It’s you.”

[wonderwomanfantasy]

A tale of three Idiots

ahhh i love this idea

Bokuto x Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: swearing, and uh? that's it.

word count: 1,500 (about)

summary: a week of increasingly flirty encounters with your two best friends leave you... flustered to say the least. But it’s not like they mean anything by it right?

“What’s wrong?” you asked and as you made your way over to the stranger cryig on the ground. As you came to his side and you saw his scraped knee. He looked about your age, maybe six or seven. You didn’t even wait for him to tell you he tripped and fell before you started yelling “OH My mom has Bandaids! let me help you,” again you didn’t wait for an answer before pulling him to his feet and racing over to your mom so she could bandage his damaged knee. 

“Thank you,” he said whipping at his runny nose. Then he beamed at you “My name is Bokuto do you want to play together?” and from that moment on you were inseparable. Little Bokuto didn’t have the words for it at the time, but what he was feeling in his chest was the first blooming of love. 

“HEY HEY HEY (Y/N) DID YOU SEE THAT!?”  You jumped hearing Bokuto yell and looked down from the stans to see where the loud Ace was bouncing. You used to sit on the side of the court but Bokuto would often get too excited and run off in the middle of a game to hug you every spike he scored so now you had to sit up in the stands where he couldn’t reach you. 

“That was great Bo!” you cheered, even though you hadn’t really seen his spike. your eyes drifted, back to Akaashi. You had met the pretty setter through Bokuto but the three of you had clicked right away. Even though he didn’t say much he was easily one of your closest friends and one of the only people who knew Bokuto as well as you did. 

You watched as Akaashi darted across the length of the court to meet the ball. He moved so gracefully, and he looked so good even covered in a sheen of sweat. 

There was a loud booming sound and your eyes snapped back to Bokuto. You tired hard to keep him firmly in the “childhood friend” part of your brain but the second you saw his muscles flex all of that went out the window and all you could think about was how much you wanted him to pick you up and slam you against a wall. 

There plenty of Fukurōdani girls who were jealous of your situation, best friends with two of the most attractive boys at school. But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. in fact recently things had gotten incredibly tense between the three of you. 

You caught the two of them arguing more often and when the three of you walked home together it was dead silent. You couldn’t help but think it was your fault. Akaashi was observant, and Bokuto had known you long enough to read you like an open book, it wasn’t hard to belive that they had both figured out your feelings and put some strain on the group dynamic. 

The game finished, And you were quick to run down, Bokuto was high on the rush of his win. He tackled you in a tight hug yelling in your ear. You hugged him back just as fiercely. his jersey was damp with sweat but you didn’t care. he pulled away and beemed at you. 

“I always play better when you’re here watching me,” he giggled still not letting you out of his arms. 

“I don’t know what makes you think that, I come to all your games and practices so how could you tell?” you questioned

“I just can, so keep coming K?” he smiled then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your temple before dropping you and heading to the changing room. You staggered before Akaashi caught you. 

Your heart fluttered everytime Bokuto kissed you, though you knew he didn’t mean anything by it. 

“Thanks, Akaashi,” you said 

“Bokuto sure kisses you a lot doesn’t he?” Keji asked steadying you.

“I guess, He’s done it since we were kids, you know how he is,” you said with a shrug. Bokuto used to think that kisses really made injuries heal faster so he kissed your booboos until he was thirteen when he learned the truth even then the habbit just stuck. 

“would you mind if I started kissing you as well?” he asked. He said it so casually you almost didn’t think anything of it. Could your heart take a kiss from him? probably not.

“sure,” you agreed offering him the side of your face, your heart hammering in your chest. If he was a little braver he might have turned your face so he could kiss your mouth. Instead, his lips were gentle as they brushed against your hair. Then he was gone too leaving you twice as flustered. 

“(Y/N)!!” Bokuto shouted stopping you in the middle of the hall

“Hey Kou,” you said sleepily. You had no idea how he had so much energy this early in the morning.

“My grandparents are coming over for dinner tonight!” 

“That should be fun,”

“They wanted me to invite you over as well,”

“Oh, I mean I love your grandparents but why?”

“they think you’re my girlfreind,” 

“What? Why?” you demanded. It would be just like Bokuto to not correct someone who thought you were dating simply becuase he didn’t care. but surly his parents, who you’d basically grown up with, knew the truth. Why hadn’t they said anthing?

“Well you know, we spend all this time together they just assumed.” 

“and you didn’t deny it? Aren’t you embarrassed that they think were a couple?” you asked

“No? why wouldn’t I want you as my girlfriend?” instantly you flushed with embarassment. You shoved him away. 

“You can’t just go around talking to girls like that you Idiot!” you shouted quickly running away from him.  Bokuto pouted, not sure what he did wrong. He did want to date you, why would he say different?

You didn’t have much time to worry about boy problems for long because as it turned out you were failing math. you had to stop going to practices so you could study more. It sucked. Bokuto was in a slump becuase of it to, and he sure as hell let you know that the whole Volleyball team was missing you.

“I’m sorry Bo you know I wish I was there too but I can’t fail this next test,” you groaned. “No matter what Mr.Tsukasa tries I just can’t understand anything,”

“I could help you,” Akaashi spoke up. “I’m the top of the class I don’t know why you didn’t think to ask me for help sooner,”

“really would you do that for me?” you blinked

“of course, it’s not a big deal. I’m free this weekend if you want,” tears pooled in your eyes as you lunged at him 

“AKAAAAASHI!”  you cried in a voice that could rival even Bokuto.

That weekend you straightened up your room in preparation for your study date. Bokuto couldn’t make it so it would be just the two of you, a thought that set you on edge. 

“You know (y/n) we never hang out just the two of us,” Akaashi said. after about two hours of studying you were taking a brake. He really was amazing, you were understanding everything better than you could have ever hoped, he made for a fantastic teacher. 

“It’s always with Bokuto, it never seems like we see eachother one on one,” he contuied. you furrowed your brow and tried to think of the last time just you and Akaashi had been out together. 

“you’re right, I’ve never really thought about it. I guess since we met through Bokuto it we just always included him,” you said. 

“would you like to spend more tme together one on one?” he asked.

“of course, you don’t have to be so nervous asking me to hang out,” you agreed instantly. complicated feelings aside, Akaashi was your friend first and formost why wouldn’t you want to see him more?

“alright then. I was starting to worry you didn’t like me,” 

“what made you think that? you know you’re one of my best friends.”

right. he was just a friend to you.

You knew you shouldn’t be listening in. this was a private conversation, but that didn’t stop you in the slightest. 

“you should just ask her out already,” Akaashi huffed. “You would be much happier if you were in a relationship,”

Bokuto had never talked to you about girls, it was strange you were only realizing this now. It kind of stung to know that A) your feelings were unrequited and B) he had been keeping a secret from you. 

“But you wouldn’t be happier, Don’t lie to me, you like her which is why I told you to ask her out. She just sees me as a brother anyway,”

Right, there was the fact that Akaashi and Bokuto both seemed to like the same mystery girl. Maybe that’s why things had been so tense between the two of them lately. It had been narsistic of you to assume that your feelings factored into the mater at all. 

“I did ask her out, she rejected me,” keji protested.

“did you say the words I want you to be my girlfriend? cus if not that doesn’t count we both know (y/n) is an idiot,”

your heart stopped in your chest. You? they liked you? 

“you’re an idiot if you think she doesn’t like you as more than a friend,” 

all three of you were idiots you realized. 

[luvspence]

darling, you’re the one i want

spencer reid x reader

{im not quite sure this is how a song fic works but this is basically stolen from paper rings by taylor swift, i’m using the lyrics as like prompt one liner things?????? idk bare with me}

- 1,3,4 are mainly fluff but 2 is a lot of fighting and bickering

——-

i want to drive away with you

“do you ever feel”

you took a pause in the middle of your thought, spencer spun around in his chair to face you

“indeed, i do feel”

“shut up i’m thinking” you said as you laughed and slapped him on the arm

“do you ever feel like, trapped? like boxed in almost”

he chewed on the end of his pen

“i guess? elaborate”

“well, i love my life. i have no regrets. but sometimes i feel like just running into the streets and screaming and keep running and never stopping? just fleeing in a sense”

“yeah, i get that. sort of an intrusive liberating type thought”

“exactly” you said tapping your finger to yourself head, a few seconds of silence passed before you spoke again

“i want to drive away with you”

spencer looked at you in confusion

“you’re all i need, seriously. i love everything in our lives right now i do, but i could go without all of it, besides you”

he rolled his chair up next to your and caught your hand in his

“i’d get up right now, keys in the ignition, and i’d drive into nowhere with you y/n. you’re it for me”

——

i want your complications too

you chased spencer up the stair way

“spencer!”

he turned around

“listen to me would you? every time i open my mouth it seems that you turn off your ears”

“i’m all ears y/l/n” he said, giving you more attitude than necessary, but you were having a hard time getting through to him

“that was unbelievably stupid! you could’ve gotten yourself killed! spencer this isn’t the first time, let alone the second, let alone the 7th time you’ve put yourself in harms way! this is so dumb spencer you understand this shit but you still are reckless! and don’t give me that crap about calculated risks”

you were fuming at him

“so what i’m alive, so is our victim what more do you want?”

“why are you turning this on me? i don’t want shit from you spencer! it’s not what i want! it’s your life! my god i shouldn’t have to justify to my colleague, god to my friend why i care about them being alive!”

“well i am alive. so i don’t know why you’re so bothered y/n it’s like your my mother or something” he said as he continued walking up the stair case

“no, you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to put your life on the line and then treat me like i’m the irrational one. painting me as the villain when i only just care about you”

“why do you care so much?”

“because i’m your friend?! because i love you?!”

he ignored you and resumed walking up the stairs

“you know what spencer? it’s because i love you. it’s because i love you so much that it affects my sleep. so much that i always make you coffee when you come in. so much that no matter what i’m doing, where i’m doing or who i’m doing it with, you’re always on my mind. the problem is spencer, not that i love you, that i’m IN love with you. and even at that you can’t seem to let me in. so i don’t know what the fuck to do anymore”

a tear fell down your cheek as you slammed the door and left

spencer standing dead in his tracks on the stair case. honestly wanting to vomit

-

you spent the rest of your day scream crying. so many emotions that you couldn’t quite process anything

you were laying on your couch, radio head on your phone, dried tears on your cheeks when your heard the doorbell ring

you go and open it

spencer

“hi”

“hi?”

you stood in your doorway, looking at each other with swollen eyes

silence, 2 seemingly frozen bodies

until spencer opened his mouth

“look, i’m sorry.”

“yeah me too”

you were sick of him, sick of how he couldn’t communicate, of how blind he could be. but something about his face was so so good. you were about to shut the door in frustration before spencer started to speak again 

“and with what you said, about the love thing...”

he took a big gulp 

“i do too. i love you too. i mean i’m in love with you too”

what. the. fuck.

between the shock and the upset you were feeling, there was little part of your heart that warmed when he said those words. you opened your mouth to speak but spencer cut you off

“and i just wanted to say that because i uh i owe you the truth always. regardless. but anyway, i don’t think we should pursue that though”

you stood in your doorway in shock

you didn’t know if you wanted to fight him, cry, or vomit

probably all of the above

you were blank, nothing came to your mouth. you tried to speak, tried to scream , but the only thing that came out was 

“what?”

“i’m no good for you, you deserve someone who can be perfect for you. you deserve that truly. and i can’t be that. so i’m sorry but that’s just how it is. i just want you to be happy. you don’t deserve a guy that you have to yell at in stairways, that makes you cry until your eyes swell shut, a guy that cant reconcile his emotions for crap or can’t communicate or anything that i am. so im sorry, but i think this is what’s best for you.”  he stuck his hands in his pants

“so bye i guess”

you were paralyzed, a surplus of information hitting you all at once. you couldn’t quite process it but you knew you couldn’t just let him walk away

“you’re idiotic” you shouted as he was about to get on the elevator

“i’m what now?”

“idiotic. no ones buying the ‘i’m not a nice guy’ crap”

“it’s not crap, it’s true. i’m no good for you”

“oh please spencer you’re acting like this is your villian orgin story. first off, who do you think you even are? i’m an adult i don’t need a white man who doesn’t know how to brush his hair to tell me whats ‘good for me’”

“i’m just looking out for you”

“okay, thanks, but i’m a big girl spencer i know how to take care of myself. and even so i don’t even think thats what this is about. you know what i think? i think that you’re too scared to admit that you don’t feel the same way. which is fine by the way, but if you’re to scared to face the reality of whatever your feeling and youre covering it by turning it on me? by saying that ‘i’m too good for you’ thats fucked up and thats that spencer.”

you caught your breath and continued 

“because spencer i know you’re pulling all this shit about not being good for me but is that even true? spencer reid we’re perfect for eachother. in every way. and if you’re blind to that than whatever, but i don’t want you to lie to try and tiptoe around my feelings”

“ever since you walked into the bau y/n ive loved you. every word you’ve ever said to me get played on repeat in my head. i love you i would want nearly nothing but to be with you y/n. i love you that much. that’s why i’m trying to our myself above what i want and above whatever so that you can be the happiest you can be. it’s just that i don’t want to hurt you. you don’t deserve that. i never want you to hurt ever. and i can only prevent that by taking myself out of the picture”

“spencer, when i said i love you. it means all of you. i want every side to spencer reid. i want your complications too. it’s all worth it spencer because you’re the one for me”

you two stood there for a couple minutes. it was the longest and shortest time of your life. spencer eventually took a deep sigh and stepped in a step closer to you, looking down at your face

red from the crying, left eye swollen shut, giving him a weak smile

“you’re the one for me”

——

i want your dreary mondays

“thursday”

“no?! the worst day of the week is monday obviously”

“monday is underrated in my opinion”

you were conversing with spencer while walking through the park after dinner

“monday is the worst, it’s so hard after the two perfect days of rest to return the mundane process of life”

“sure”

“so thursday? story behind that?”

-

“hey have you seen spence?” you asked around the office, only getting head shakes

it was the monday after a long weekend, and spencer has had a less than ideal day

just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, spilt hot coffee on his pants, forgot his satchel at hole

you searched around for him, when you realized

when spencer was overwhelmed or stressed or sad or anything like that, he retreated to the basement file room

no one ever went down there, and there was a closet with a couch in it that was good for taking mid day breaks

you ran down the stairs, opening the door to the closet and sure enough spencer was there

“hey”

“hi”

he wiped his hand across his face, presumably for a tear

“what’s up spence?”

you said scooting next to him on the closet couch

“having a monday”

“i’m sorry to hear that, what’s going on”

“well besides the coffee incident and satchel problem...” he began to rant about how his day was going less than ideal. when he stopped abruptly

“hey, you don’t need to listen to this”

“i dont have to, but i want to”

“are you sure? i’d hate to bore you with my bad day”

“come on spence, i want your dreary mondays something you gotta recognize, is that you’re such an incredible person, that your bad days are better than most people’s best.”

“yeah, perspective right. my worst days are someone’s best”

“yeah, but don’t ever feel invalidated abt your bad days, you always deserve to feel upset, and i’ll always be here to listen to it”

“god i love you”

—-

wrap your arms around me baby boy

spencer wasn’t a touchy person

germaphobe habits

but something about you, he was magnetic to you

no matter what it was, on the jet, in the office, while in line at the grocery store, anywhere and everywhere he always had you in a hug

coming up behind you while you were cooking, wrapping his arms around the back of your neck while you were working

he adored you, and you adored him

after a case, the team decided to hit the local bar, nearing the end of the night, they started to play slower stuff

slower jazzier beats, the dj came on and said

“okay you couples! get up there”

a few couples hand gone up, you were tugging on spencer’s arm to accompany you up there

“well if you don’t go you know morgan will”

derek raised an eyebrow at him, and before you knew it he was dragging you on stage.

poor spencer didn’t know how to dance correctly, he was standing so far from you. hands in each other’s hands like middle schoolers

“jeez spence, wrap your arms around me”

you grabbed his hands, positioning them on your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and leaned into his chest

swaying back and forth, as the sinatra echoed the other the bar and the click of garcias camera could be heard

and in that moment, nothing felt better or more right, than dancing in spencer reids arms