#sorry ill stop talking about it now i was just pondering

[dykementality]

the thing is and i genuinely feel like most active bs bloggers are constantly disclaiming this. the black sails fandom and show have a serious racism problem. the only reason why this doesnt show up more is because just like ofmd the majority of the fanbase is white americans and the show is way less popular. but comparing the amount of times this has been discussed to the amount of times people have hated on or made fun of ofmd fans for no reason its pretty obvious to realize this whole thing was very much contextual. its not a competition of which show is more fucked up (even though i think its disingenuous to say theyre equally as flawed. maroon arc is mostly shily constructed and poorly executed but max’s narrative is completely dependent on her being a black woman and it is impeccable) but more of how the fandom chooses to talk about it if they do talk about it. what was weird was that when it was just funny playfighting (funny tags and etc) people were already getting disproportionately vexed so when the racial aspect of both shows came up and everyone started acting crazy and defensive… thats a little suspicious right? its a little weird and it warranted the arguments. if it was me in their place and someone said “a vote for stede is a vote for slavery” id just take it as regular tumblr poll shtick and say “yeah? and flint was in love with a colonizer for years”. normal. like a normal person who isnt afraid of talking about these topics. ​im just saying this because i saw someone say that it felt like race was brought up manipulatively and i dont think that was the case this time. its just a fact that its way easier to ignore these matters while watching ofmd than it is while watching bs and that reflects on the viewer demographic 🫶🏼

[semisolidmind]

I’m sorry if this was already asked but is MK in the twice as bad au? Since Peaches is immortal, she would probably find MK first or she finds him while her husbands are looking for her outside the palace. They find her outside playing with a little boy. Wukong didn’t think twice about adopting him, especially when he saw MK lift his staff, and Macaque loves telling him stories.

(it was, but ive been thinking about TAB mk lately so ill talk a lil more about him

so I think the last time i talked about mk in the context of this au, it was in the version where reader is killed while she and the boys are on the journey, and the boys go into a violent depression slump for the next thousand years. in that timeline, wukong finds mk as a toddler and raises him like his son (with macaque standing by for uncle duty). mk becomes an unstoppable force of nature under the monkey bros tutelage; enough so that any of the foes that posed a problem for him in the show are child's play in this au.

reader being present for mk's upbringing is one of the better timelines for him mentally. he gets to have a mom, for one. and instead of having just the brutal philosophy of the monkey warlords taught to him, he's also taught to have empathy and compassion. instead of just killing his enemies, he tries to show them mercy. it's a better outcome for everyone involved, honestly.

there's a few posts of mine that explain this modern iteration and reader's place in it, but let's talk about your scenario.)

reader goes on a morning walk. a rare occurrence, given her husband's love of sleeping in and their usual refusal to let her out of the pillow nest. but, they had an early appointment today, so reader took the opportunity to shirk her queenly duties and go visit some of the scenic mountain locals. whilst on her walk—

she finds a little monkey demon boy. just wandering the jungle, seemingly in awe at everything around him. reader isn't sure what to make of him. she takes notice of his unkempt state.

reader doesn't want to believe any of the monkeys would willingly neglect or abandon one of their children, but the boy is covered in dirt, his fur somewhat matted, and he has no clothes to speak of. perhaps he's just lost? he is very little. maybe his parents just lost track of him...regardless, reader feels the need to take him back to the cave to ask around and see if anyone can identify him.

when she calls out to him, he looks over at her, but doesn't respond. when she approaches him, he just...looks up at her, following her movements when she kneels to be closer to his height. reader asks for his name, and the boy doesn't respond. but he does step closer, his little tail twitching curiously.

reader cautiously reaches out to brush some of the matted dirt from his fur, moving the overgrown mess away from his face. he has amber-gold eyes, not dissimilar to what wukong said his looked like before the furnace. while reader ponders the similarities, the boy suddenly climbs into her arms. she instantly embraces him back, surprised but knowing that baby monkeys like to be held nigh constantly. poor lil guy, she thinks. probably missing his mama. the way his tiny hands grip her robes breaks her heart a little.

reader decides that she'll take care of him for now; he needs a bath, some food, and proper clothes, at least. reader takes off her overcoat and wraps it around the lil guy before hefting him up into her arms; he's pretty heavy for someone so small.

reader turns and heads back to water curtain cave. the little boy settles against her, tiny hands curled against her chest and his head in the crook of her neck. reader holds him close. she reassures him that they'll find his family.

after politely waving away a few embarrassing questions from some well-meaning monkeys along the way (no, he isn't her baby, she didn't leave for an hour or two just to have a baby, please stop saying that—on that note, do you know who his parents are), reader makes her way back to the cave.

she supposes she can see why they'd think that the child in her arms might be related to her; the boys' fur is a similar shade to her hair, though slightly darker (and the likelihood of her children being demons like their fathers is very high, should they ever have any).

as they get further into the cave, and closer to the palace, reader is stopped by a group of servants wondering about the child. reader explains as the monkeys (a small group comprised of aunties) look the child over, mulling over who's baby he could be. maybe this family? no, none of them have that fur color, and the face shape is different. perhaps he's from this village, on the east side of the mountain? no, none of them have had any babies yet this season, and the children they do have are all older than this one. they go back and forth like this for a while.

while reader talks, the boy suddenly perks up. he sits up and his eyes focus on something in the distance. reader turns to glance at what's gotten his attention.

ah, she sees.

her husbands have just finished their meeting, and one of them is now headed this way.

that's the king, she tells the boy. the boy says nothing, and stares at the approaching monarch.

reader understands why. the king is wearing his armor today, the gold plating glinting off refracted light coming from the waterfall. his cape and vestaments flow behind him as he makes his way toward them. he's the very picture of a noble ruler.

riiiiiight up until he notices that reader is carrying a child that looks suspiciously like her. his entire expression morphs into surprise, then gentle curiosity.

the king stops short in front of them. reader can almost see the gears turning in his head. he sees the gold eyes, the fur color...perhaps he's having a similar thought as his many subjects about the child's origins.

wukong steps into reader's space, a hand on her arm. his eyes are searching, a question on his face. where did this child come from? reader explains how she found him, and how she has yet to find any of his family or anybody who recognizes him. wukong assures her that if he has someone looking for him, they'll eventually turn up at the palace.

in the meantime, he may stay here, the king decrees. he can see that reader's gotten attached, and doesn't think separating the child from her would be a good idea. the little boy clings to reader like she really is his blood.

reader takes the child inside, getting him a bath and clean clothes, then takes him to kitchens to get him something to eat. wukong joins them, and attempts to get the boy to speak. reader feels her heart soften just a tad every time she sees her husband interact with the mountains' children.

---

no one ever claims the boy.

so, wukong and reader formally adopt the child, and give him the name xiaotian. he is soon accepted as first prince of flower fruit mountain.

wukong begins to train xiaotian to become a warrior as soon as he sees the boy lift his staff with suspicious ease. once he's old enough, he takes xioatian with him to the dragon palace. wukong won't give up his signature weapon, but he will steal another pillar for his son to weild. he trains the child to be as much of a threat as he is. despite his rigorous training regime, wukong is a very caring and playful father.

macaque becomes another guiding figure, and finds that the child loves to listen to stories. every night before xioatian settles next to reader's side to sleep, the darker-furred demon regales him with tales of his and wukong's exploits. reader chimes in occasionally, calling him out whenever he embellishes.

reader remains a comforting figure for xiaotian. he goes to her when he feels lost or upset, knowing that she could give him a gentler perspective on his problems. she's his rock whenever he's unsure. he knows that if he gets caught up in the politics of demon-dom, she'll be there to be a calming presence. he's very cuddly with her when he's small, and goes to her for hugs once he's bigger. he's very glad to have her around to help him.

xiaotian becomes a very cautious person as he grows, the ideals of his adopted sires pushing him to believe that most immortals, demons, and mortals are not to be trusted. however, reader teaches him that not every problem needs to be solved with violence.

his life is very different than what it could have been.

[icarusredwings]

A scrapped scene from "The Man in the Attic" on Ao3.

Written Pre Suketh episodes, Pre Saxteen, depressed 14. Lots of mentions of charater death. They're in the garden talking about crushes.

Rosie

14

..So.. Hypothetically..

Oh bullocks-

Hear me out. You promised you'd awnser any of my questions.

And im starting to regret it.

Hypothetically- If you could pick anyone to marry who would it be?

(His nose scrunches as he grunts, whining)

Can't I pick 5?

You want 5 wives?

Well that's not fair having me pick one when I've been 14- No-15 different people now. I can't just choose one!

Alright if you could pick 5 people to see again, who would you pick?

(He goes silent as he stares at the clouds, his mind going through all of the flings and crushes he's ever had in his entire existence. And yet the name that popped into his head was neither.)

Do they have to be romantic?

Uh…I suppose not.

Susan (Without hesitation) I miss my granddaughter… You’d like Susan..

And the other 4?

Hold on a second! I have to think! sheesh.. just like your mother.. always rushing me..

(She giggles, now waiting and waited For awhile until begining to drift off)

I know my awnser.

(He says after almost 35 minutes of thinking, causing her to jump from a dozed state)

Huh? Oh- what?

Not what. Who. 4 of them. Just like you said. Susan, Sarah Jane, River, and Rose.

But that's only 4.

I can't decide on the last one. Its A tie between so many and it seems unfair to pick just one.. but I guess if I had to or else the earth would explode or something terrible… (A deep sigh) I want to see Patience again..at least.. tell her I haven't forgotten about her- After everything….Wait, why am I telling all this to you? You're a child.

Oi! I thought I was your favorite niece!?

Oh, right. That's why…

you really loved them all didn't you?

What do you mean?

(The look on his face indicates confusion as if wondering why he would have ever stopped in the first place)

You want to see your first wife after all these years. You must have really loved her.

Pssh! I better of! We had 13 kids together!

13!??

What can I say? Your uncle's handsome.

(He licks his fingers and playfully fixes his side burns and eyebrows as she shoves him)

Ew! Gross!

(He giggles before sighing as if talking about them did him some good)

Wouldn't mind seeing Jamie again either but ah well. Not changing my awnsers now... Speaking of which, Hypothetically-

Oh here we go.

You started it- Are they coming here or am I going there? Because I would love to see all of my kids again… But if that's the case I'm going to need you to make an exception and let me see 6 people then.

Forget another wife?

Nah... My daughter Jenny.

Well, there's Scarlette

Who's Scarlett??

Ill tell you when you're older

(He was not about to tell a 15 year old girl about the time he married a sex worker. Not that he was ashamed. He just thought it might be a bit inappropriate to try to explain the whole thing. He didn't want to be that kind of uncle.)

Couldn't you go see her and her mum at the same time?

Wellllll…. her mum is technically machine - or is it still me?

(He ponders for a bit as if this question put him into a spiral of questions)

What?

And im her dad.. ssooo… Yeeeaah.. It's complicated.

You have 14 children…And you never get to see any of them again?

(He stares off into the distance for a while)

…How old are you again?

15. Almost 16. Why?

Right. So you're a big girl then… They're dead, Rose.

(She frowns) All of them?

(He nods,) All of them... as far as i'm aware anyway… I Held held in my arms while she died.. I only knew her 16 hours.. Oh my Jenny.. Im so sorry... your mother named her, you know. Technically, her name is Jane, but she liked Jenny better.

(Rose decided not to push any further, deciding it was for the best, assuming a case of SIDS took his daughter from him. Trying to explain her to anyone was a challenge. Somewhere, in his chest he felt a tiny pang.. Oh Jenny… He hoped he was wrong about her. He hoped she was out somewhere doing good… he'd be proud.)

[isatswap]

(isat spoiler, its technically act 4 i think? but ill say full game just to be safe)

also this is a short one as well because uhhhh something something idea drought

Mouth Shut

TTOS version of Bad Touch from ISAT

(Mirabelle is here, probably pondering what favor to ask the Tree.)

Loop:

"Mira."

(Stay silent.)

"Hi Mira, I need to do the Favor Tree thing!"

Mirabelle: ... Mirabelle: Oh! Loopie! I didn't see you there! Mirabelle: Anyway, I was looking at the Favor Tree? Isn't it beautiful?

Loop: (Cue joke.) "Yeah, it is."

Mirabelle: Glad you agree!

Loop:

"One could say it's so beautiful..."

(Stop there.)

Mirabelle: Uh huh???

Loop: "...it's LEAFing me speechless."

Mirabelle: Pfft! You're so silly, Loop!

(You both laugh.)

(You wait for her to ruffle your hair.)

(Why do you have to wait? Why do you have to wait? Why do you have to wait?)

Loop: (...)

(Keep waiting.)

(...)

(Suddenly you realise a very basic thing.)

(She will never do it. She will never be your friend. You will be stuck here forever.)

(Stuck in your yearning.)

(Unless you're the one that breaks the cycle.)

(She could be your friend. She is already, basically. You can confide in her. Tell her about the loops.)

(You just have to say it.)

(You just have to say it.)

(You just have to say it.)

(You just have)

Mirabelle: Hey, Loopie, whats wrong?

(?)

(!!!)

(You haven't noticed but)

(you're crying.)

(Mirabelle quickly removes her hand.)

Mirabelle: I'm sorry! I really am! I didn't know you hated touch this much.

(!!!)

(Wait, no! Please! That's not it!)

(She thinks you hate her now!!!)

(Just say it, stupid! Stop crying! Just )

<Short loopback>

Loop: "Hi Mira, I need to do the Favor Tree thing!"

Mirabelle: Oh! I'm in your way then, aren't I? I'll skeddadle then, see you at the Clocktower!!!

<Moving to the Favor Tree>

Siffrin: ...

Loop: "..."

Siffrin: What was that about? Can't even tell her, huh?

Loop: "..."

Siffrin: And I thought you were friends.... Can't hide the truth from your friends, you know! Otherwise what kind of friend are you?

Loop: "Shut up."

Siffrin: ...

(He, surprisingly, does.)

Siffrin: I get it. It's hard to share your struggles. But you can't run from it forever. Mark my words. Siffrin: ...That's enough fee-fees talk from me. Siffrin: ... Siffrin: You also got a Memory! I'm not gonna do the usual thing. You wouldn't want me to.

Siffrin: Anyway, how can I help you on this wonderful loop?

Memory of Weakness.

"Can't even say anything." [Reduces all Skill damage of the wearer by 50%]

[an-obsessed-cactus]

I think i may be asexual?!

(okay this got longer than expected and i wanted to stop talking cuz ppl won't read it if it's so long and then i realized I'm not here to please anybody and i just wanna process some stuff so. yeah. also i come to realizations farther down that contradict some stuff from the beginning but I'll just leave my whole thought process here)

fun. um. I've realized I'm not straight two years ago and then started learning more about all things LGBT related and think myself educated enough on this topic but.

I've been pondering my sexuality and gender identity again more in recent days and. today i randomly stumbled across a yt video where the author (are you an author on yt? my brain is glitching rn)(also the 'author' in question is @jaidenanimationsofficial wonderful videos love the animation and the humor) talks about being aroace. few hours pass, my stomach hurts like hell so i go to lay down and sleep a bit, wake up and have a realization.

i googled again what asexuality is and read some more on this. i did this before and i guess i didn't see myself in it? so i kinda crossed it off the list of possible identities. i guess because i do want to have sex. i think. I'm not opposed to it and i get horny lmao. but that's only with fictional characters and works? like i just think: that was very sexy of you. but in a platonic way?! sex doesn't cross my mind. (also can you get aroused by music? or a good written work? or movie? like not even the characters but the work itself?) sorry i dunno I'm confused.

anyway i got a bit off track. what i wanted to say was that i suddenly remembered a convo i had with my sister a while ago where we talked about what is the difference between friendship and a romantic relationship. and she said it's that u wanna have sex with them and i was like ... i don't really think that's it...

and like. i get crushes i think. but I've never experienced this want to have sex with a particular person at least that i could remember. like a want to have sex? i guess yeah i mean not rlly sth i think about much but it's not unprecedented(see: i get horny)

honestly I'm not even sure anymore if im not aromantic as well. cuz queerplatonic sounds more like my jam?

like i felt(feel?) like omnisexual described me well because i think I'd be attracted to who the person is at their core. what if ur straight as a girl, date a boy, and then it turns out he's trans? i dunno i feel like gender isn't this fixed thing which then kinda creates problems when labeling urself with a certain sexuality. aaaa people came irl and i lost my train of thought. um. i feel like labeling myself anything other than omnisexual would feel limiting. even if i never developed a crush on a girl for example (i did), i still feel like i could potentially. like there's nothing stopping me. why shouldn't I?

OKAY SO

that was written yesterday. it is now today and i have a whole lot of new thoughts and realizations.

I had a bit of a marathon with @jaidenanimationsofficial videos and i came across an older one she mentioned in the previous one i watched about being aroace(ik it's a mess) about how she couldn't understand why when romantic feelings are not mutual people don't just continue being friends. and i was like EXACTLY WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?! and um. ahem. do u really see it as a problem? I guess if everyone does. but I'm starting to seriously consider if I'm aroace as well which woah there. this happened in a span of a day and I'm not sure it's real and it doesn't feel real? some time will have to pass for me to check out this theory cuz. ppl often say they felt like there was sth wrong with them and then they discovered these terms and were like aHA that's it! that explains everything! and I didn't... have that? and I'm not sure to what extent i identify with aroace because reasons(ill talk about some of it below). and I'm not saying that not having this realization moment or not feeling like sth is wrong with me through my life devalidates my orientation and stuff but it makes me doubt i guess?

i also came to an important discovery that aroused and horny are not the same. who would have thought?! I said above i get horny but apparently being horny means to want to have sex. and i just get the physical part aka arousal. fun. someone help pls im so confused.

okay for the last part(which prolly won't be the last part but one can hope right?)

i said i realized i wasn't straight two years ago. that was when i realized i like my best friend as more than i friend. well it wasn't exactly that simple. tbh i think Lucifer(the series i am NOT a satanist) helped a lot with that? like i knew about some lgbt stuff before because I'm alive on this planet but it kinda made me think about a lot of stuff, and between that stuff was my sexuality as well. idk. it's not like i had a crush on any of the female characters. just got me thinking for some reason. like why is having sex with people you're not romantically involved with wrong? why is prostitution wrong if u enjoy it and get money for it and it's well managed and secure? but that's beside the point.

well anyway I didn't know what i felt towards my bff(I'll say bff cuz bf also stands for boyfriend so it feels weird) but it felt like more than friendship. didn't feel like sth romantic tho. then i discovered queerplatonic relationships exist and i was like i think that's it! and then new school year came i saw her again and doubts flared up. again there was never i wanna have sex with her, but there was an occasional i wanna kiss her. and she was so important to me so it has to be romantic love right?! romance is the highest form of love one can experience afterall! nothing whatsoever can compare to it!! it feels ✨magical✨ when you find you will finally be completed!!! anyways.

it felt like romantic love was the only thing that could justify me feeling this way. i won't go deeper into this because i already have a draft where i do(i have like 16 drafts with uncompleted rambles so...) I'll try to post it but. i told her and we're still good friends! it actually made me closer to the rest of my friend group(which i was only a part of on the paper before)(i was so focused on my bff before I didn't really do group) because i felt a bit distanced from her for a while(she's a people pleaser like me and even tho i think i can read her well im paranoid and i thought she may feel weird?). anyways i got close with 3 other amazing ppl in the meantime and my friendship with my bff hasn't suffered!

but between my feelings being kinda realized and me telling her a whole year has passed and in the end i wasn't even sure what i was feeling anymore just that i didn't want her not to know. idk.

now im wondering what it was. even back then half year pre confession i was thinking if it was just because someone was finally paying attention to me. i didn't really do friends before (i kinda had them but there were no deep convos or shared secrets) and then there was suddenly this person who genuinely enjoys spending time with me! and listens to my problems! and weird obsessions! this sounds kinda sad put like this ngl lmao. but this was the first time I had that deep connection with someone. two years in my confused feelings came. geez i got off track again. point is i thought i was straight up until then and then had a crisis cuz i thought i only liked her cuz she was giving me attention cuz i was straight goddamit! ANYWAYS.

this post has lost all direction. it is a frustrated ramble of a very confused person. let us continue

i will just sum up how i feel about genders and people because I'm a chronic oversharer. oops doops.

men: find them aesthetically pleasing, all celebrity crushes are in this category (there's only one really but if i found a celebrity attractive like not objectively but to me it was a man), i would also get kinda crushes on boys my age when i spent 5 minutes with them. don't ask. i think it's dopamine mining(i suspect i have adhd). im not used to male company and i kinda don't like it that much but the the ?butterflies? are still there. tbh i don't really know what to do with men. doesn't stop me from having crushes tho. i don't have any real desire to be in a romantic relationship with men. i don't exclude the possibility but i haven't found one i would want it with. i also don't know now to interact with them. let alone flirt. actually flirt in general. it feels like it would be cringe and belongs in bad movies.

women: freaking amazing!! love them! no celebrity crushes, one irl crush which might have moved beyond crush(i suspected the L word for a while) to friends or it might have never been a crush in the first place! help! now there's another friend outside of my friend group who i may like. or i just enjoy her company? im not used to this yet. i forgot i think im aroace. this is killing me.

nonbinary/other genders: I haven't met any yet. there are some on discord servers im a part of but I don't really interact much just lurk there. i think irl experience would be different anyway.

someone please explain sth to me. you have sexual attraction okay get that(not really but that's not the point). but then there's romantic attraction. how do you separate that from friendship? just this intense feelings of wanting to be with them at all times? okay myb myb let's say u can separate them from friendship. what about queerplatonic? guys??

i am starting to dislike labels. this is confusing.

also i gotta figure this romantic thing out cuz im writing a fantasy series and there's romance involved lol.

okay so i guess i am at least asexual cuz i don't see ppl and go 'i wanna have sex with them'. i am not yet thoroughly convinced im aromantic as well but we'll see about that ig. because i still don't understand what the difference between romance and deep friendship is. aghhh

although if i can't tell the difference myb that answers the question.

also how does someone who is asexual but romantically attracted to all genders label themselves? like omnisexual ig doesn't work cuz it omnisexual.

i went to google aromantic and.

"demiromantic people have romantic attraction only after forming an emotional bond with another person."

HOW ELSE DO YOU HAVE ROMANTIC ATTRACTION??? Isn't this about who the person is?! Do you just see them and go: oh this must be such a good person. what?

like i understand sexual attraction when you see someone ig. but romantic? i really need someone to explain this to me in depth. i haven't even been asking the right questions.

"Quoiromantic people can't tell the difference between romantic and platonic attractions." Welp i guess i have a new label i can stick on myself. also the name is killing me. (quoi=what in french💀)

(edit: well this thing just posted itself. I DIDN'T HIT POST WTF. but it's out there now. ig it had enough of me adding new and new thoughts. im inclined to agree)

[jounosparticles]

au where the hunting dogs disband and jouno and tecchou join the agency together (they both need some purpose, some sense of justice to act out and they don't know where else to go). tachihara returns and stays with the mafia, and brings teruko with him because they don't want to separate. i feel like she'd hate being a mafia agent (i know nothing about her, i haven't watched season 5 and i last saw 4 when it released) so maybe she just lives with tachi. i wonder what jouno and tecchou would do if they were on a mission to stop the mafia and encountered tachihara again....

sorry for the long ask btw i wanted to tell someone this and all my friends are asleep #heartbroken

also ill give myself a sign off because iv sent you like 3 asks atp but im too terrified to remove anon

- 🗡️ aka literally jouno again :3

DONT BE SORRY!!! i love getting asks this is so fun to me :) idk who u are but you seem cool and id always love to hear your ideas !!!

i also super recommend checking out season 5 whenever you can :)) call me biased because i am but i think it’s a great season :)

ANYWAY

first i’ll talk about teruko. i do not see her going into the mafia however i can her sticking with tachihara. i wonder if it would create some sort of tension or if they’d just let each other live? hmmm i’ll have to ponder that idea. i do 100% see tachihara going back into the mafia though, he found his place there.

jouno and tetchou joining the ada would be really fun i think. i could see maybe some tension due to what happened in the whole "dogs hunt dogs" episode, however since it was a misunderstanding i can see them being forgiven easily as well.

i feel like jouno would have a hard time adjusting. he has a low temper with tetchou i can just imagine how short he would be with some of the ada members. i could see him arguing with ranpo and dazai a lot. and possibly getting along with kunikida since he wouldn’t be an ass.

id like to see jouno and dazai talk normally though. their pasts parallel each other a good bit! i feel their conflicting morals would make them not particularly get along however it could make for some interesting interactions. i will go on about that in another post eventually

i feel like overall jouno would rather stick to tetchou as well as anyone who will treat him as a superior instead of the others.

as for tetchou. literally all i want is for him to mentor kenji. like they’re basically friends now, they’re similar in morals/principles, and are both very direct with everything they say/think. that combined with them having similar physical capabilities i could see tetchou training kenji well and taking on a mentor/older brother figure.

i also feel like kunikida would like tetchou. he’s very direct and i doubt he’s a disruption, they’d get along well.

in contrast i feel like junichiro would probably be intimidated by him. not sure why, just how i feel.

i also don’t think dazai would have much fun with him, since he probably isn’t easily bothered by the silly antics dazai likes to do.

unfortunately i don’t know how this would work if the hunting dogs require surgery to live still. jouno and tetchou would probably be fine since they’re still affiliated with law enforcement but tachihara would likely die. that’s a post for another time i suppose.

OH! and encountering tachihara. huge angst potential here that sounds really hard to do. i could see them trying to bring tachi back since he has proven himself to be good before? i don’t know if it would work but even tachi said before the hunting dogs weren’t bad either. he just needs a place to be himself

but anyways i really like this idea!!! i love imagining how the different characters would interact w/ each other :)

[mihai-florescu]

enstars analyses uhmmm i think we should spend more time talking about what dreams mean to characters ^^ it is In The Name. but i mostly think about how ritsu's issues with emotional dependency and wilfulness, all this stuff where he plays up his emotionality (??) are both result of and like an.. acting out of ... trauma from being u know. a chronically ill kid. with an absent family? and literally like two people who would visit him? and the isolation he would understandably feel; and the dependence he would have on those only points of connection--and he can't control those--i think it's interesting and i love ritsu. it's like, sometimes he acts like he chose to be how he is but a lot of it is out of his hands. hi i hope the rest of ur day goes well :>

Disclaimer post writing an answer, my mind drifted away while writing and i ended up just kinda Pondering and Rambling. Im sorry if it seems a bit scattered and all over the place, that's my mind rn. Ok, let's see what i actually said now.

Sometimes i think about how the war wouldnt have played out the same had rei never left ritsu to try to find doctors and cures for him (which led to breaking the promise of staying with ritsu that ultimately changed everything in their relationship forever). I wonder if rei would have ever even been in the cemetary and met keito had he just stayed to take care of ritsu. I also wonder if keito and rei would ever bond about having someone dear to them be sick. And had rei stayed, ritsu wouldnt have been upset and willing to give eichi advice on how to take him down. Would there had even been a war if Keito hadnt met Rei, or if the student council hadnt figured out how to send rei away. Would rei even be a protagonist if he hadnt left ritsu, if he had just stayed home in obscurity as well (i dont think so, and the story is built on the existence of these extraordinary characters, by the characters who arent, but are willing to make their way into the narrative nevertheless and achieve their dreams) One action's ripple effects etcetc.

Sorry i realise this was got way off topic from your original ask. I think i will continue to be off topic because i cant stop the train of thought ive embarked upon at this tardy post midnight time. I think eichi and ritsu are an underrated duo... they helped each other take steps towards their dreams afterall. During checkmate eichi giving a harsh wakeup call to ritsu in regard to being in his brother's shadow unless he does something himself to prove he's alive (top 10 eichi mean moments where he's also projecting onto the other person his own issues... not that he was wrong, but still). And in black tea, ritsu advising eichi on the war preparations during tea club (a serene setting in what was otherwise a hellish place, a piece of an everyday normal students life, which eichi craved so much his whole life. And ritsu also needed the club, interacting with new people, let alone another chronically ill kid).

Im thinking about your last sentence and how ritsu clung to the vampire persona the family adopted, the way to cope with the hereditary disability. As opposed to rei who changed his persona and struggled with the way he was perceived as a monster, when he was a human just as much as everyone else and tried to ignore his disability even? I dont think ignore is the best word. Downplay. It was always the acknowledgement that ritsu had it worse, despite the fact that rei also had it, he was looking for a cure for ritsu instead. First instance and development of his habit of helping people when they dont necessarily even ask for it. But yes anyway millions of tangents aside, ritsu clinging on to the vampire persona tighter and more consistently in his character, as a coping mechanism with a condition he didnt ask for, that is outside his hands. The one thing that was in his power was choosing to play into the vampire persona.

I havent even touched on mao... to be fair i dont think im the most qualified person to speak on him, or his relationship with ritsu. I am still figuring out my thoughts on them. Im glad they grew to find their own dreams in yumenosaki (heh), in the same realm, but not tied to each other where it gets suffocating.

I wouldnt call anything i said analysis as i wouldve probably ordered things better and had, well, an actual point, but i hope my stream of conciousness was as fun for you to read as it was for me to just think and type

[the-elevator-twins]

>[The first few pages read like journal entries]

"Day 1.

I have come across this small chest, which gives off very bad energy. As a studious person, I could not help myself, and opened it. After a few tests, I am well aware I am cursed, and have taken it upon myself to study the contents. I have found a small doll resembling myself inside, and it seems to whisper to me when I look at it. There's a few pins, and another doll, resembling my childhood friend. The one of me wants something from me. But I'm managing"

"Day 3.

I cracked. Only slightly. The doll wanted me to kill something. I kept down the urges but... it liked it. It was simply a rat. The doll has greatly changed in appearance, now grinning at me, holding a small dagger, resembling the one I was gifted by my friend. Speaking of. That doll has seemed to vanish." [The rest is scribbled out, with scratchy notes, and tears in the page]

"Day 15.

I feel unwell. I am ill, and hungry. Starving. The doll watches me, it's eyes follow me through the room, and it feels almost alive, squirming in my grip. I tried to lock it in the box, but it made me let it out. I don't know how much more I can take, it's angry. I'm not a violent man, I'm not a violent man." [The page repeats that over and over]

"Day 19.

I killed a kid* and ate it. The urged were too strong. I feel like an animal. I am locking myself in my home until further notice" *"I mean a young goat." [It clarified that in red ink]

"Day... whatever

I slept too much, time keeps passing but I struggle to keep track. No point in studying this anymore. If you're reading this, I'm sorry. It tries to talk t e, i hear it. It never stops talking. It's mad at me. It's so mad... I want it to forgive me. What can I do?"

>[The notebook continues in rather rambly pages... but there's several drawings, depicting a visibly angry doll, and shaky, bloody hands. The worst one depicts a man hunched over, needle in his back, pinning the doll onto him. He's contorted, teeth sharp. Blood and viscera scattered throughout the image. "IT WANTS ME" is written everywhere]

(î) > Completing the notepad, you stare at the hard cover. So. . . It has been a cursed passed down from host to host. And given ho there was no concluding notes on how to stop it, your heart sinks in fear. Now you finally grasp the severity of the situation at hand. As long as you're stuck here, you risk killing your brother.

(î) > Probably eating him, if the writer's misreading was corrected. You ponder to yourself for a moment on what to do. Killing your brother was not an option you were going to follow through, even if it killed you. But you also risk losing your brother as well if you forfeit your life now. You hate feeling trapped like this.

(î) > You decide to wait. . .

(î) > It's now night time in the complex, your brother is sleeping on his bed, keeping that filthy doll close to him. There's no point in harming it now. Moving to the bathroom, you pull out the stolen drawer key for the bottom lock. Quietly you unlock it to find the said doll and a pair of blood rusted scissors.

(î) > Nothing comes out of your lips as you pick up the two items and close it once more with your foot. Making your way to the large exit doors, you dress yourself to be a little more presentable, almost like before when you first arrive, minus your cream button up. Knocking come to the door, and immediately you force a smile.

> "Hey! It's you newbie! God, you took forever to answer. I was beginning to think you were dead in there or something! Hah!" > "Right. . . Sorry, it's been a long week." > "If it's alright with you, would you mind going out with us for drinks? We need to talk."

(î) > You're restricting as much of your facial expression as you can when 'he' talks. God looking at him makes you physically sick. It just reminds you of how much your brother dotes on this pathetic lump of meat in front of you.

> "I would kill for some beer right about now. Sure! Why not! Let's get going then. . !"

(î) > In truth, you're scare to do this alone. Normally you'd make Colleague do everything for you, but now that's not possible. Now you have a sense of responsibility. For once, you actually feel like a big brother, even though you and Nigel are the same age.

(î) > You suffered enough as is. Nigel doesn't need to see such a grusome end for you. If you're going to carry this curse, your going to die fighting it.

(î) > Even if it means abandoning your younger brother for his safety.

[lire-casander]

#36 feeling bad when the other is having a hard time

feeling bad when the other is having a hard time original prompt list here

Robert’s health is rapidly deteriorating. Everyone can see it, and now even his daughters are aware of it. Apparently, Owen’s brother had told them before their trip to attend the wedding, and they’d taken to the news quite well.

Probably, Carlos thinks, because they hadn't seen until that moment what Huntington’s disease does to a person.

It’s not just the deterioration of Robert’s physical condition — the tremors that are harder to hide and the difficulty in remembering certain things. It’s also that, some time along the way, and not that far from that very moment, Robert will cease to be himself, becoming instead a ghost of the man he once had been.

But the disease is also taking its toll on Robert’s family. In the short time he’s known her, Carlos can tell Sydney looks exhausted; it’s the caretaker curse, he thinks. The girls don’t seem to understand what the illness is doing to their father’s health to its full extent, but Carlos is sure they will soon enough. Although it’s not only the girls he’s worried about.

TK thinks he can hide his pain from Carlos, but he’s got a trained eye on soul battlefields. He can tell when TK’s hurting, and this is one of those times. They’ve talked a lot in the past few weeks, ever since they found out about the hereditary condition Owen’s estranged father had gifted them all with. Finding out both Owen and TK should have been a relief, but TK hadn’t really looked happy about it. Instead, Carlos has noticed that his fiancé doesn’t really finish his food anymore and that he fidgets much more than before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks one night, the day before their last family dinner as fiancés.

“Talk about what?” TK answers without another question, raising one eyebrow at him.

“About what’s stressing you,” Carlos says, pointing at the way TK’s been pushing his vegetables around his plate. “And don’t tell me it’s wedding jitters. I know it’s deeper than that. I know you.”

TK takes a moment to himself, as though he’s pondering whether or not he can trust Carlos with whatever this is. And to Carlos’ utmost panic, he suddenly drops his fork and begins to cry.

It takes Carlos a second to stand up and rush to TK, pulling him into his warm embrace. “I’m here,” he whispers into TK’s ear. “I’ve got you.”

He rocks TK back and forth gently as his fiancé cries, TK’s tears wetting Carlos’ shirt where TK’s face is pressed against Carlos’ chest. It’s an almost unbearable feeling; Carlos’ heart breaks a little with each tear that TK sheds. He resorts to humming the song his mother always sang to him when he was a little kid and he was hurting, but not even that stops TK’s wails from echoing through the loft.

“I’m sorry,” TK hiccups. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“I think you do,” Carlos says softly, “but you’re scared to tell me.” When he feels, more than sees, TK nodding, he continues, “I’m here. I’m your soulmate, remember? You can tell me anything.”

“It’s just—I’m relieved that I won’t develop Huntington’s,” TK confesses. “But I’m so mad at myself because of that. Because my uncle is dying from it, and my cousins will have to grow up without a father, and he will never see them graduate from college, he will never walk them down the aisle, and they won’t be able to call him whenever they have a problem and I—”

“Hey, hey,” Carlos cuts him off. “Breathe, just breathe. “It’s okay to have conflicting feelings, baby. It’s a difficult situation.”

“I just think life’s so fucked up sometimes,” TK sniffles. “I’ve just found out I have extended family. Uncle Robert is so cool. And Aunt Sydney and the girls. Why do they have to go through it? I know what it’s like to lose a parent, I have a brother who’s growing up without his mother and it kills me. How am I supposed to be here tomorrow night and smile at them and act as though nothing bad’s happening when he’s dying? When he wants to die?”

“I know your father has told you this before,” Carlos says after a moment. He chooses his words carefully through his own pain. “But we all have a death sentence hanging over our heads. We’re not promised tomorrow. So we might as well enjoy life to its fullest while we can. That’s what your uncle is doing.”

“But he’s asked Dad—”

“We can’t judge his decision,” Carlos continues, ignoring TK’s attempt at interrupting. “I know you don’t like it, but we have to respect it. We can’t understand anyone until we’ve walked a mile in their shoes, TK. But I get it,” he says softly, holding TK closer and tighter. “You have every right to be upset.”

TK nods, sniffling heavily until his crying resumes; he grabs a handful of Carlos’ shirt in his fist and squeezes, grieving for what could have been and mourning for what will never be.

After what seems like an eternity, TK’s crying subsides; Carlos tries to move back to see TK’s face, but his fiancé holds on for dear life, his grip almost hurting him, so Carlos does the only thing he can think of.

He holds on right back to TK.

[tachvintlogic]

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This may not be exactly what you expect, or you know me and know exactly what to expect.

Edit: more polished AO3 version linked here

Astronauts do a lot more than just hang out in space. They do a lot of research on Earth, and NASA often does collabs with other research groups and sends their astronauts to assist.

With Danny's talents being what they are, NASA would hand him out to various teams whose research would be a lot easier if there wasn't so much stuff in the way, with the definition of "stuff" changing depending on the field.

Danny was on a boat off the coast of California helping a research team study the seabed. They probably would've preferred getting the liminal who was a marine biologist, but Elle was busy doing almost the same thing on the other side of the planet, so they were stuck with the one that didn't know jack shit about fish or the ocean.

Well, Danny was on a boat for now because he suddenly got the unmistakable feeling he wasn't going to be for long.

"Hey, guys? Uh, I'm being summoned?"

"What's that?" asked the team lead.

"Like I'm going to be inside a summoning circle who knows where and not here in the next 30 seconds."

They looked alarmed. Summoning wasn't something humans were used to worrying about. "Can you stop it?"

"I don't know! I've never been summoned before! I don't have any experience with this." Danny was trying very hard to not panic. He didn't know summoning was something he should be worried about either until just now.

"Then how do you know?"

"I just know. It's not a feeling you can mistake for anything else. Look, I'll try to make it back to base as soon as possible. I'm really sorry."

And then Danny was gone.

Getting to where he was being summoned was taking a bit of time, which helped him change his appearance. He was forced into his ghost form, and he opted to form his ectoplasmic membrane, or his outer skin in ghost form, over his life jacket and made some edits to his hazmat suit to look more formal and not like someone who was just on a boat.

When his vision cleared and he looked down at the summoning circle, he saw an inscription in Ghost Speak that specified who was being summoned.

"Ambassador of His Majesty Keeper of the Ends, Supreme Ruler of Sol’s Undead, The Ghost King to the Living of Earth"

...No. This had to be some kind of joke. He didn't sign up for that job. He was going to have a talk with the Royal Advisors and Caretakers Union because ambassador should be one of their jobs.

He looked up and saw who had summoned him. It was the Justice League, and a little to his left were the members of Justice League Dark.

He frowned.

The black-haired woman spoke first. "Your Grace, I am Zatanna. We need your help—"

"Is this a world ending emergency that must be dealt with in the next 24 hours?" he snapped.

The Justice League balked at that. The blond man with a long overcoat put his hand on his chin and pondered the question. "Well, more like 72 hours, that's when the casualties will start."

"So, you want me to deal with it while you laze about and do nothing?"

"Uh, no, not exactly."

"May I ask the source of your ill disposition toward our members? We do not mean any disrespect towards you," said Martian Manhunter, who was of course the coolest Justice League member.

"I don't have any issue with you, or with the Justice League," said Danny, "just these guys." He pointed to Justice League Dark.

"Was it something he did?" asked Zatanna, pointing to blond guy.

"Hey!" said blond guy.

"More like didn't do," said Danny. "Amity Park was dealing with a very serious problem with ghosts, and they did nothing."

A person in a golden helmet and blue outfit steps forward. "That is because the Embodiment of Balance is taking care of that place," he said confidently.

Danny's eye twitched.

"I see. Who are you?"

"Dr. Fate, your Grace."

"And how did you get that information?"

Constantine opened his mouth, but Danny didn't wait for a response. "Did you check? Did you go to Amity Park and meet the Embodiment of Balance and go 'Hey Embodiment of Balance, do you need any help?' What did the Embodiment of Balance say? Did he say 'No, I'm good. I will never desperately wish there were some magic users who could give me and my teenage friends assistance of any kind.'?"

The League looked uncomfortable, but Danny was on a roll now.

"Did you ever go 'Embodiment of Balance, you look like you've gotten a total of 6 hours of sleep in 3 days. Are you having any trouble balancing hero work with schoolwork because you're a highschooler and all this started—both the attacks and being the Embodiment of Balance—your first year of highschool? Do you need any training considering you have none and are just learning on the job and are, again, a highschooler and your only allies are other highschoolers?'

"Or what about 'Hey, Embodiment of Balance, does your older sister who's only 2 years older than you need any help trying to pacify your ghostly enemies through therapy and negotiation so you don't have to fight them anymore? You seem really intent on not being a vigilante after you graduate—sorry, if you graduate since you're still not sure you can pull your grades up to actually graduate on time—because you seem to really hate and resent being a vigilante. That doesn't sound good, because as a ghostly being your existence is dependent on your will to live, and it looks like if you remain a vigilante for much longer you will get depression which will kill you.'"

Danny smiled. "And what did Embodiment of Balance say when you said all that? Did you have that conversation? Give him your contact information in case something happened he couldn't handle? Was he even informed he was the Embodiment of Balance whatever that means? Did you check on him at all in any way?"

His faux smile left and his face turned hard. "Or did you not say anything to the Embodiment of Balance and left him alone, so he was left thinking 'Damn. It's a real shame I'm being knocked around six ways to Sunday because there are no adult heroes who can help me. If only the Justice League had any means of dealing with ghosts and could send someone to assist me. They must not, because if they did, that person would have shown up by now'?"

The members of Justice League Dark had the decency to look embarrassed. Batman was glaring at them.

He paused and saw none of them were eager to give a response. "I did graduate from high school, by the way. I had to take summer classes to make up for the ones I failed from being absent so often, but I managed it."

No response. Danny sighed, looking away from them. "You know, it might be for the best that you never showed up. By the end, my main problem was being shot at by human ghost hunters and not ghosts, so adding you guys into the mix would probably just mean more people shooting at me."

There was still silence. He went back to glaring, still angry. "And if you're wondering, Amity Park is doing pretty good despite your lack of help. The Red Huntress and her team do a pretty good job keeping the peace. Not that you ever cared before."

"I'm so sorry King—" started Constantine.

"I'm not the king, I'm just the messenger."

Zatanna looked confused, glancing at the book in her hand and back at him. "But the book said this summoned the king."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, because ambassador is written right there in the circle you made. Do you really think His Majesty would allow himself to be summoned willy-nilly whenever mortals feel like it?"

"Of course, sir, our deepest apologies for being so presumptuous," said Batman. Danny smiled to himself. That was more like it.

"Well, since I low-key hate all of you, I'm not a very good ambassador. Since I can't do my job effectively, how about I take you all to get an audience with His Majesty? That way, my experience doesn't color the matters you needed to speak to him about." The Royal Advisors and Caretakers Union could help them, and they were supposed to be the ambassadors anyway.

Zatana was suspicious. She leaned toward him and whispered "Constantine, I'm not sure we can trust him."

"Constantine? As in John Constantine?" asked Danny. He had heard some of the Royal Advisors joking about that guy.

"Yes," said Constantine.

Danny smiled. "I recall that thanks to some demons paying their taxes using their claims to souls, His Majesty now owns most of the claims to your soul, if not all of them. Now, you wouldn't want me telling him that you refused a direct invitation to see him, now would you? Especially not with an emergency?"

Batman glared at Constantine. He gulped. "I guess not."

"Good!" said Danny cheerfully.

While it didn't heal his many traumas, watching the members of Justice League Dark get chased around by a ghost bear with a flaming crown on his head was very satisfying. Definitely equivalent to about 6 months of therapy, and His Majesty looked like he was having fun too.

Balance

Danny didn't hate the Justice League for never showing up to deal with the world ending things he dealt with. He's not been upset with them over this since he learned about overshadowing being a thing.

That is, he wasn't upset with them. Until he met Dan. Dan who had killed the Justice League. Dan who had destroyed the world. Dan who had told him about Justice League Dark. The secret magic division of the Justice League that apparently could have dealt with the bs Amity Park has been through since the portal opened.

They had the resources to avoid being overshadowed and they were, even just one of them, powerful enough to have taken down Fright Knight or Vlad or Pariah Dark. Instead they'd marked Amity a "no fly zone" and promptly ignored the town. Their reason? Danny was already taking care of it.

So years later, he's King of the Infinite Realms and being summoned by the Justice League. (in all his kingly regalia of course) He's being rather belligerent whenever one of the magic members start talking, but is rather friendly towards the others. When asked why he mentions Amity Park.

The JLD's reply? The Embodiment lord of Balance is taking care of that place.

[lesbiangallagher]

ahhhhhh just a little rambling 💛😭😶‍🌫️

one of my old besties from high school messaged me this morning being so absolutely sweet 😭😭😭

he was a pretty quiet kid in school. we had some mutual friends in freshman year but all i remember mostly about him was that he was pretty quiet.

anyways he was in my homeroom. my homeroom was fun lol. we technically called it “advisory” and we would learn about international current events and do some college prep activities. we would be made to read a lot lol so my teacher (who i love and adore now) loved a quiet classroom. i am not a quiet person.

god now all i want to do is talk about homeroom. but main characters are these 2 class clowns who made everyone laugh constantly. we would have advisory after lunch so the good vibes never stopped lol much to my teacher’s chagrin. but yeah, she would make us have quiet time and it was impossible to control with teenagers as amazing as my classmates were lol we had so much fun. i remember advisory so fondly.

that being said, i am a huge chatterbox. i love to talk and ask people questions. i hated being bored bc then i would have to sit and think about the Dark Thoughts in my head so i would deflect and have fun instead. Fun>discomfort am i right

because i kept talking with everyone in the class and being a general disruption, i was moved to sit to the quietest kid in class. lol my teacher was so exasperated and i would always get phone calls home and my mom would always be like wtf are u even talking about constantly?? my manic energy like 👁️👄👁️

back to my wonderful friend though. i thought he was realllllllly shy at first but all of the sudden after a few days of my pestering, he opened up and i found out he was one of THEEEEEE funniest people ppl i met in school. bro HE ended up getting a phone call home for the first time EVER and it was because of me lol so for the next 3 years, we were the classic silly friends who hung out in different circles but would always embrace when passing one another in the hallways as two long lost friends would do 🩷 sometimes he would surprise me at lunch with a snack and i would meet him at his locker after school to walk to the bus stop and shoot the shit. we went to europe together for that exchange program i hated doing and he was a major support for me. i remember our friendship so fondly and now that we are adults, i can appreciate how much that formative friendship meant to me.

i remember him a being so genuinely sweet and kind. one of the only guys i met in school who was cool being friends with me 😭 we have so many inside jokes that still make me crack up to this day if i think about it. yall i graduated in 2014 and here i am talking about HIGH SCHOOL fondly. bro i couldn’t wait to graduate lol so funny how things work in hindsight and now i have strengthened the critical thinking skills hahah not to mention the TIME to ponder.

we lost touch after graduation bc he joined a band and worked a lot and i worked a lot and made college my priority. we have always kept up with each other like on social media but we haven’t had a good conversation in years. so i think we are attempting this now. we are reconnecting. i found this extremely cute pic we took at our senior prom and i sent it to him and now we are sharing pics of our lives, past and present. and im just. :)

i always feel so guilty for how i lost touch with so many important people. like first, how do i describe my mental illness to people?? i figured out how to do it with myself and mick like 2 years ago. it’s STILL HARD but they understand. i can put up boundaries at work with nebulous language about how stress is bad for me. it’s STILL HARD but they understand. but how do i look my personal friends in the eye and say hey im sorry i promise i wasn’t trying to be selfish but i had to take care of myself and my unstable ass for years and i was so tired from working so much and i didn’t know how to depend on people so i think i accidentally ended up pushing away those friendships that pulled me through my first bouts of depression as a teenager but im an adult now and i understand that my actions have consequences and although not an excuse to have seemingly poofed myself out of your life without much warning or explanations i still hope you’d allow me to continue supporting you and i would love nothing more than to hear about you and your life and everything you have been up to because you continue to be the wonderful person i always remember you were

sighs i guess i have to just do exactly that. i don’t expect a friendship in return i just want it to be known how much love there is in my heart and how important people are to me. but it would be nice to have those friends back as an active fixture in my life.

i won’t let myself ruin this one. i refuse. i will work hard and continue to actually LIVE LIFE and let people in. it’s so scary oh my god but i have to! i want to. so i will.

if you made it to reading my ramblings this far, thank you. i’m figuring it out. it’s hard but im figuring it out. i promise. i’m a major work in progress but i am working it out.

[cherievol6]

hey, neighbour!

this isnt proof readddd. sorry if there’s mistakes and/or it’s bad. it moves kind of fast but i kind of like it tho. also just wanna say: AS IT WAS SUPREMACY. love you all, gonna go to sleep now, good night.

please like/reblog if you enjoy!!! 

harry is your insufferable, yet slightly hot neighbour.

word count: 2.8k (slay)

warnings: swearing, sexual references (not smut), illness (mild), Wicked slander, cuteness, more cuteness, ...thighs

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Harry found you insufferable. He just did. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that you blasted music too loud in your flat, or how loud he could hear you talk when he was sat by his Juliet balcony. Either way, he’d dread the moments when you’d leave your flat doors at the same time and share the same stinking look at each other, occasionally issuing your weekly complaints. It was a shame you were such a cow, he always thought, because he thought you were pretty. Like, really pretty. Almost too pretty, and he found himself having to stop wandering off in thoughts about you.

It was okay, though. You thought was Harry was a bit of a prick…an attractive prick, at that. You simultaneously dreaded and anticipated the evenings you’d reach your doors at the same time when you got a glimpse of his rugged-work-day look. Or when you’d catch him before his morning run, kitted out in short shorts and your favourite muscle tee of his.

You both wordlessly agreed to not mention the night you were coming home on a late and saw him getting handsy in the corridor with a leggy blonde. Although, you’d be lying if you didn’t try to picture his glossed over eyes and flushed cheeks sometimes when you were alone.

Sadly, his personality somehow cancelled out his attractiveness. You’d experienced the brunt of his bad moods just as much as his sly comments, specifically one morning last week.

“-I mean seriously, if you’re gonna rattle my fucking bedroom wall with your music, at least play something good.” Harry’s voice had filtered back into your daydream and your eyes re-focused, zeroing in on his frustrated expression and his hand white-knuckling his doorknob. You really worked this guy up, it was quite amusing.

“I have no choice, Styles. I mean, if you didn’t nearly break the plaster of the wall with your bed frame every night I wouldn’t have to,” you grinned, shoulder leant on your doorframe as you observed him, “that reminds me, tell your lady friend to keep her voice down next time.”

“That’s funny, I haven’t heard a peep from any visitors in your flat recently. Dry spell?” He mirrored your taunting smile, dimples poking out annoyingly.

He could dish it and take it, which was something that made your dynamic so good. Harry was chronically miserable, and you were looking for a bit of entertainment during the day.

Just to prove him wrong, you’d invited a guy from a club back to yours the night after to finally break said dry spell. Unfortunately, the guy had been obnoxiously vocal…almost too enthusiastic. The mood was ruined when Harry’s door slammed and you heard him sprinting out into the hallway before he banged on your door, screeching: “You’ve got to hear this. I think someone in the building is conducting an exorcism! Get up, you need to get out of there before the spirit inhabits your body too!”

Safe to say you weren’t ever seeing that guy again. And Harry had ammo indefinitely. You’d actually considered ending your lease early and moving out.

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“So, how’s nightmare neighbour doing, still shagging anything with a pulse?”

You laugh loudly at your friend Saoirse, tapping the ash off your cigarette as you lean on the tiny railing of your balcony.

“Still the bane of my existence. Although I haven’t seen him in a while, I’m wondering if he’s away or something.” You ponder. You’re met with silence as you blow smoke into the muggy English air. You’re about to call your friend’s name when you hear her speak again.

“Oh my god. You like him, don’t you?”

“What?” You screech, prompting one of your neighbours to obnoxiously slam their window to make a point of your loudness. “I don’t like him at all, I’m just missing winding him up until he looks like a beetroot.”

“You miss him, hm? You mean you miss drooling over his ‘wonderful thighs’ as I so clearly remember you describing them last night.”

“Saoirse!” You scold, grabbing your phone and turning it off speaker, dropping your cigarette and traipsing back into your flat. Your friend cackles down the phone at your chagrin. Yes, you may have gone on a bit of a tangent about how Harry was a bit of eye candy, but had you said something about his thighs? You were a bottle of wine deep last night, so your memory was hazy. You act on the defensive, nonetheless.

You hadn’t seen Harry for nearly a week, and you were admittedly starting to grow slightly curious. You didn’t miss him; you were just nosy. At least that’s what you say to sleep at night. You didn’t see him outside stretching before his run; you didn’t see him coming back from a late night at the studio with a dark shadow around his jaw. He was nowhere to be seen, and suddenly you were finding your socked feet padding out into the hallway to investigate.

A parcel and a couple of letters lay abandoned on his doormat, and you were met with silence on the other side of his door as your ear pressed up to it. Maybe you were crossing some boundaries, but for the sake of your sanity, you held you ear there for a few more seconds. Your knuckles rap a few times on the door.

“Styles, ever heard of collecting your parcels? Nearly cracked my head open tripping over one this morning.” You jest, but no-one provides any answer on the other side. You knock again, getting impatient and also cold, and maybe also a tinge worried about his wellbeing. He would have swung his door open by now and cursed you away, so you knew something was up.

Taking a deep breath, you rattle the door handle with your hand gently, surprised to find it open, as it clicks and creaks inward to his flat. You’re met with a cold breeze and a soft light coming from what you assume is his living room, his flat laid out identical to yours.

“Styles? Harry? It’s-um. It’s me. Just wanted to check you’re alright?” You stammer, moving further into the flat until you hear a weak call of your name.

“I’m in here. Why the fuck are you in my flat?” His voice says scratchily. You pad down the hallway and find him sprawled on the sofa, blanket tucked all the way up to his chin and a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a tea towel placed diligently on his forehead. He looks as white as a sheet, and you think you can see his cheekbones even more.

“Thought you were dying. Clearly I was right.” You sigh, removing his makeshift ice pack and feeling his forehead, him immediately saying ‘piss off’ and trying to swat you away.

“Maybe I am dying. Maybe all of the physical and emotional toll of your presence has finally knocked me off my last legs.” He mutters, immediately shivering after the sentence and tugging the blanket even tighter around him. You frown.

“Definitely smells like you are in here. How long have you been trapped on the sofa?”

“Who knows. The days are blending. I think I can taste colours.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics, marching into his kitchen and demanding he tell you where his medicine cabinet is. He simply replies that he doesn’t have one, and you have to refrain from telling him off for being so careless.

“So, you’ve been holed up for what you think is nearly 50 hours without taking any painkillers for your fever? Have you even been eating?” You scold.

“Does bread count? I’ve just been eating the slices out of the pack. I haven’t had chance to go and do a shop, you div.” He weakly manifests a crumpled pack of bread from the duvet over his body, and you stare at him agape.

You always envisioned the nights spent with your miserable neighbour would never go past the extent of a few snarky comments in the corridor and some volume-wars when you both played your music, but never did you expect to be standing over his bed-bound self trying to treat him for his fever. Here he was, trying his best to keep up his arsehole act in his worst state.

“Call me a div again and I’m out that door—”

“No! Please. God I can’t believe I want you here, I must be ill.”

“Okay! Bye, Harry…” You say saracastically and wander away; he weakly grabs your hand. You ignore the tingles shooting up your body. He pleads that you stay, and you agree, retrieving him some painkillers from your own flat and grabbing your period water bottle, gathering a few more supplies that you deem fit for his symptoms. He looks like a kid on Christmas when you bring him a Sports Drink and a sandwich, too, making a comment about how you were ‘turning soft’. You refuted this, “I just don’t want to be a suspect in your suspicious disappearance.”

From then on, things definitely simmer down between the two of you, and it’s shocking to say at the least. He stops scowling at you 24/7, and almost stops the comments everyday; it feels like you’re living in a simulation. Who was this Harry and what happened to the old one? One morning, he even offers you a cereal bar on his way out, claiming he didn’t want to eat right before a run. You decided to ignore the fact that he never usually has a cereal bar in hand in the past mornings you’d seen him.

“I think I broke him.” You say, swiping your bronzer brush across your face rapidly and glancing at the clock on your phone in the top left-hand corner. Saoirse’s face contorts into amusement over facetime at your comment.

“You’ve got him all sappy for you. A bottle of Lucozade and a hot water bottle is the way to a man’s heart apparently.”

“Oh, Sersh, you should have seen him. Looked like death warmed up, he did. Maybe the fever gave him amnesia, he’s forgotten that he doesn’t like me.”

“Or maybe he liked you this whole time and tried to hide it through angst and fake-hate.”

“You read too much modern romance, babe,” Your right hand props your phone against your desk as the left tugs your dress down to your mid-thigh. You crouch to fit into the Facetime screen, and Saoirse lets out a stream of praises and compliments, making your cheeks heat under your makeup. Someone you knew from home had texted saying he was in town, and to your surprise had invited you on a date after a bit of flirty back and forth. You felt like you deserved this, although a very tiny part of your brain couldn’t help but feel different.

“You look fit. God knows if you’ll make it to the restaurant.”

The irony of that statement sits comfortably on your shoulders an hour later when you’re still waiting outside of your building for him to come and pick you up in the pouring rain. Maybe he was in an accident, you thought, although people in accidents don’t usually have time to block your phone number and all of your socials.

You can’t help but feel slightly defeated as you clamber up the flights of stairs back to your flat, heels in hand and tears threatening to spill at your seemingly horrendous luck with men. And just to top it off, Harry is stood outside of his door leant against the door frame, checking his new post.

He never checked his post outside, you thought. You put the thought to the back of your head.

“Wow, you’re dressed up. What happened to you?” He says, a hint of a smirk creeping on to his face. You ignore him rifling through your small handbag for your key. He shuffles on his feet and clears his throat.

“You’re quiet.” He tries again, and you look up at the ceiling in frustration when your fingers conveniently cannot find your key. He mutters a ‘never mind’ and gathers all of his post in his hand, heading back into his flat. You let a little cry out thinking he’s gone, but he’s paused in his doorway, now looking very alarmed.

You sniffle, tears now streaking down your face rapidly. His breathing is staggered, and you can almost hear his brain whirring, before papers are dropped to the floor and a gentle hand is on your forearm. This makes you cry harder, and he tugs your arm over his shoulder, embracing you semi-awkwardly, but comforting, nonetheless. Your nose buries into his neck and you can smell his aftershave that usually coasts past you in the hallway; it’s woodsy yet homey.

“This is so embarrassing.” You wail. He laughs and you feel the sadness lighten from your chest.

“Maybe. So, who was this guy anyway?” Your ears think they pick up on a hint of jealousy in his tone.

“An utter prick. Probably drives a shit car and calls women Females anyway.”

“Damn, now that you mention it…I think I was supposed to pick up this Female for a date tonight. I hope she’s not waiting for me…she kind of seemed like a psycho anyway. The type that blasts the Wicked soundtrack at 3am.” You can’t help the laugh that bursts out of your mouth as you pull away and swat his chest, earning a proud grin from him at his joke.

“Maybe you dodged a bullet with that one.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” He mumbles, swiping his thumb under your eyes. Your chest twists and sparks with giddiness at his implication.

“Why are we being so nice to each other now? it’s weird.” You frown, dropping your heels to the floor and leaning against your door. He takes a few steps forward.

“It is kind of strange. You just do that to me, I guess.” You’re shocked at his boldness. Forever you’d been in this weird in-between stage of enemies and friends, and now he was possibly implying that you had some kind of effect on him. It made your head spin.

The air feels slightly muggy as you close your eyes, feeling the heat of his body radiating to yours. He goes to speak, stepping slightly closer but you place your hand on his chest.

“Can I kiss you, Harry?” His cheeks redden and his eyes bulge. You tip your chin back and place your head against the door. You aren’t sure exactly where you wanted this to go, but you’d been thinking about what it would be like to kiss him for a long time and now felt better than ever. His arm presses into the door beside your head as he breathily mutters ‘please’, igniting you into action. Your hands grip his plush hips as you kiss him, all teeth and tongues, all hot and bothered. He whimpers, completely divulging in the searing kiss you were leading him through, and you could feel your body light up with heat almost everywhere. You stay like that for what feels like eternity, barely coming up for breaths as he now presses you flush against your door, hands wandering, breaths heavy.

“Fuck.” Is all he says once you both pull apart, barely, as Harry keeps his lips hovering a hair away from yours as his eyes dart all over your face. You smile, biting your lip to try and hide it and he grins back, fingers trailing over your collarbone.

“Glad that’s over, felt like kissing a fish.” You say, and he gapes, pinching your waist and attacking your neck with lovebites as you laugh loudly.

“Shut up. I think we should be more concerned about the fact that we’re neighbours. Neighbours who just snogged. And it was, like, really good.” He says breathlessly, hand carding through his floppy hair. You shrug.

“If you’re so concerned then lets just end our relations here, hm?” You tilt your head, patting him on the cheek and attempting to enter back into your flat. He makes noises of disapproval and drags you back, kissing you again.

“Nope. You’re not getting away that easily. Want to spend a little more time with you tonight.” His words make your stomach flutter, and you feel slightly warm. Your hand goes to tug at the curls on the back of his neck.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?”

“Hm. Not sure. I have some running shorts to wear for you…I’ve heard they’re a fan favourite because they show off my gorgeous thighs. Maybe a bit of the Wicked soundtrack—”

“Oh my God. You heard that?” Your voice is shameful and small as you try and hide your face in his neck once again. You hear his ‘mhm’ hum in his throat and you groan.

“I may have been sofa-bound and deathly ill, but I still had working ears and an open window, beautiful.” He winks. You groan again, face in hands.

“Are you put off now?” You sigh, rubbing your arm with your hand and looking at his nervously. He doesn’t respond verbally, kissing your mouth gently for the third time before lacing your hands together and guiding you towards his still-open flat door.

“Nothing can put me off. Kind of been into you from the day you moved in.”

[charlie-fabray]

Charlie tried to take mental note of all the movies. "I'm embarrassed to say that I haven't even heard of any of those movies. I think I've been apparently living under a rock. Maybe I should get a list of recommendations from you. Or we could trade gardening lessons for movie afternoons." He laughed lightly. His expression turned even softer when Kyle spoke about the people he'd had to 'leave behind'. "You'll see them again. I'm sure of it. There are times in life when we have to be away from the people we love, but then you get to reconnect with them. I didn't see my brother for a few years before he came to school here. It's been amazing getting to know him as the men we've become from the boys we were. You know?" Kyle couldn't know it but questions like that awakened his garden nerd. "Oh yeah. Absolutely. In the case of a fruit tree it's called vernalization. The cold forces the tree to flower. There are other processes that are kickstarted by temperature and even the length of the day. It's fascinating." He covered his face. "Oh my God. Sorry. If I don't stop now I'll talk your ear off about acclimation and cold hardening all day." He considered Kyles pondering and had to agree. "I think they must. I mean I only know about being a submissive, but we all have uncertainties and it's such a life changing thing." Charlie nodded. "I can tell."

It was quite clear that the guy was very much overthinking all of this. He was moving his hand under his own, but it seemed so uncertain and unnatural. When he began to go soft, Charlie realized this was all very ill-advised. However he had to deal with it in a compassionate way. He had to make it ultimately a good experience. He gently tucked Kyle away as he put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh. You didn't ruin anything. This is how things go sometimes. You just got here and found a guy humping his hand in public. Kind of natural to have a reaction, but that doesn't mean something has to happen. I don't want you to overthink it, okay." He chuckled and moved his finger away before gently tapping his temple. "I can hear your gears moving." He laughed warmly. "Listen, you're just starting this journey and you're going to learn so much in the next couple of years. You have so much time to explore who you are and what you like. You're not supposed to know already." He chuckled. "You should have seen me when I first arrived." It was true, he was hopeless and he wasn't even nearly as sexually innocent. "Tell you what, how about we take a quick breath and then I'll show you the garden?"

“Yeah, I agree. But to answer your question, I recently saw The Beekeeper and I thought it was really good. There’s a few I really wanna see. I heard Abigail was good, even though the trailer looked kinda silly. I also heard good things about Lisa Frankenstein!” Kyle recalled. “That’s an interesting way to look at it. I can’t help missing those people, though, and think about them often, and like wish they were still here.” Kyle put a lot into friendships, so they meant a lot to him. It wasn’t easy for him to let them go. “I didn’t know warmer climates made it longer for fruit trees to grow. I imagined it would be the opposite.” Kyle did get the vibe that Ivan was a genuinely nice guy with a kind soul. He pondered Charlie’s words for a moment. “I wonder if that’s something everyone goes through with their first claim. Even the Doms.” He chuckled a bit. “I do that too, sometimes.” 

Kyle nodded at the instructions. Despite his reaction to the kiss, the young guy’s excitement was brewing inside him. He could have ‘me time’ almost three times in a day, so to have someone else doing it was going to be great. His eyes remained closed, as he felt his dick set free. Kyle’s smile showed his eagerness. When his hand was licked, he didn’t imagine it was for a specific reason. He just thought Charlie enjoyed licking hands or something, so he let it happen. Then suddenly, he felt his damp palm wrapped around his dick. All by the other’s motions. He opened his eyes then, just so he could see what he was feeling. He was slightly confused until Charlie spoke once again. “Okay.” He cleared his throat and nodded, moving his hand down slowly. The younger guy closed his eyes once again, keeping a slow, awkward motion in his wrist. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he was just jerking himself off, with another dude watching and touching him. Moreover, he was overthinking his technique. Is this how he usually did it? Didn’t he usually play with his balls too? Should he be doing that? Would that be weird? Ultimately, the overthinking started affecting his hardness. He opened his eyes once again to see himself softer than before. “I think I ruined the moment, didn’t I?”

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Glimpse of Us

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: im not good with summarys so ill not do one. read the a/n to understand the story better.

warnings:angst and not feeling loved

a/n: i am quite excited about this one even though is not as long as i wanted it to be. i love angst so much and after i read  @hey-kae ‘s fanfic called “secrets he’ll keep” (go check it, i cried a lot) i got extremely inspired to write. this is base on a joji’s song called “glimpse of us” bc that is some amazing music and i cant stop listening to it. also, im still learning how to write stories so please tell what you think so i can improve and english is not my first language so if you see any errors lmk :).

you and charles had been dating for a while now. you have been best friends since your teenage years. you really knew and cared about each other so, after the most awful breakup of your life, charles was the one to console you. that was also when he confessed his feelings for you, feelings that had been bottled up inside his chest ever since he met you and, after seeing you in such a painful state, he couldn't suppress those feelings anymore, he couldn't just sit there and wait for another jerk to break your heart again.

after that you found yourself in such a sensitive state that you just decided to receive his love and not fight against it. charles didn't know that. charles didn't have to know that.

it was not like you didn't love him, you indeed did, it was just a different kind of love and, after trying and trying, you just couldn't make yourself love him the way he loved you.

you were in his apartment, laying on the couch while he was in the kitchen grabbing a snack. this was a part of your routine now, going to his apartment so you wouldn't be left alone with your own thoughts but, here you were thinking about how you used to go to your ex boyfriend’s house just to be with him. charles never liked him, now you kind of know why. he used to say that he didn't deserve you, that  he was no good for you, and that was all true, you knew that but, still, you loved him.

charles sits beside you on the couch taking you out of your pondering. he smiles at you while coming closer. you give him your best fake smile but, that's not enough to fool him.after that you realize he backed off a little, not sitting as close to you as he usually does. “charles…” you start being immediately interrupted  by him “no, y/n. im not stupid, i know you dont love me” charles begins “i've tried to pretend that i don't see it, ive tried to pretend that you actually want to be with me but i cant keep fooling myself” he continues as tears start to stream down his face. you try to come closer to hug him but he just backs off “please don't do this to me, y/n. please stop pretending like you care about me when you're only thinking about yourself” now you are the one crying. the idea of hurting charles made you feel disgusted about yourself. “ i'm so sorry…” tears and more tears from the both of you “...i can't love you as you want me to…i truly don't know why and i can't change how i feel, i've tried and i've failed…im so sorry,charlie.” charles didn't stop you this time, he just sat there crying in silence. “i can't love anyone else,y/n i only love you” he said, breaking the silence. “charles…” “please, don't say anything else” after a moment of silence he stands up “would you like me to take you home?” he asks, not looking at you “yes, please” you say while trying to stop crying. after that nothing more is said. he drives you home, you leave the car and he goes back to his apartment. no goodbyes, no kisses, no hugs, no talking, just a painful silence and probably the last time you'll see each other. that was exactly what charles most feared, the end of you.

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chamomile, chapter eleven  

A/N: the gif in the moodboard is by @fightingdragonswithwho

summary: it's time for everyone's mandatory grief assessment. Y/n's doesn't turn out how she predicted...

warnings: references to 6x20, tw miscarriage, hospital, thinking that your symptoms are just an average illness, crying, blood, shock 

word count: 935

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You squinted, fumbling for a paper towel to dry off your face. Splashing it with cold water hadn’t really helped you feel better. You still felt like shit. Was it the flue? Maybe something you ate? Who knew. Right now you just needed to take it one moment at a time. Get through tonight and just tonight.

Crumbling up the paper towel, you tossed it in the bin on your way out of the bathroom. Walking into the dead quiet bullpen, you stopped when you saw Rossi walk out of Hotch’s office, having him swiftly follow after to bid the older man goodnight. 

Catching your eye, he waved you up and you followed, giving Rossi a tight-lipped smile as you passed him. 

“Have a seat,” Hotch motioned towards the dark couch in the corner of his office.

Once you were settled, he sat down in the chair opposite you, folding his fingers in his lap, “so, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” you sighed, trying to ignore the light dizziness you felt now that you’d sat down. 

“Are you?”

“I mean, of course, it’s sad, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t really feel like I have the right to truly feel, or express, that loss because I didn’t know her as long as you did. You all should have the space you deserve to grieve.”

“Just because you didn’t know her long doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to grieve her,” he leaned forward a bit.

“I know, I know, I just-,” your sentence was cut short as the soreness in your abdomen turned into a piercing pain. Hissing sharply, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried again, ”I, um, I,” you struggled.

“Y/l/n?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m-,” you slurred, breathing heavy, “I’m sorry, I think I’m coming down with something.”

Forcing your eyes to open once more, you saw your boss looking like he was either ready to call an ambulance or draw his gun. 

Supporting your weight on the armrest, you wrestled to stand up. 

Seeing Hotch’s eyes glide down your body as you stood, he got the same alarmed, yet calm face he always got when talking to a victim. 

“Y/n,” he reached out, ready to catch you if you fell, “you’re bleeding.”

“What? No, I’m fine, I’m-, really I’m fine,” you looked down at yourself and saw the crimson lines, staining your inner thighs, “I’m… I…”

“Y/n?” he called your attention and caught your hand, “you’re gonna be okay.”

“What? I am okay, I’m fine, I just…” 

“Y/n, please let me drive you to the hospital.”

“No, no, I’m fine, I- ouch,” your knees almost buckled at the sting of that one. Clutching onto your stomach, you pondered if you weren’t actually just sick. And getting your period out of the blue had never come with these symptoms. Just because you hadn’t had it for a hot minute didn’t mean you’d completely forgotten-… wait. When was the last time you’d gotten your period? Oh no… oh no.

Looking up into his eyes, his visage began to blur as tears started to well up and hinder your vision. “Hotch?” you whimpered. 

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Here,” the doctor passed you a small paper cup with a little white pill at the bottom of it, “this will help your body pass the tissue.”

You were numb. Still in pain, but you were completely numb. 

Not even thinking about it, you swallowed down the pill, washing it down with the icy cold water they had given you. 

“Again, I’m so sorry, but there was nothing to do. It started out like this.”

Looking down, you turned the small cup in your hand, then bend and crushed it lightly. 

Gently laying a hand right next to where your foot was swattled up in a scratchy blanket, the doctor hummed, “I’ll be right back with your discharge papers.”

Silently watching as they disappeared behind the curtain, it didn’t take long for it to be drawn again, this time it was your boss who poked his head in.

“Hi,” he gingerly stepped inside. 

Looking anywhere but his face, you slowly breathed out, “I didn’t know.”

Taking a seat in the small chair situated beside you, he didn’t say anything, just sat there.

“I didn’t know,” you echoed, lip quivering. “Sir, I think… I just need a few days. The doctor said that it would take a little bit of time before…”

“You take as much time as you need.”

Finally looking him in the eye, you felt a few tears roll down your cheek, “thank you.”

“Please, don’t thank me,” he laid his hand on top of yours, “Y/n, I am so sorry this happened to you. And if there’s anything I can do to help, anything at all, you just let me know.”

“Could you-, I don’t know how I’m gonna get home.”

“I’ll take you,” he squeezed your hand. 

“No, it’s already late and I live on the other side of town compared to you. You should get home to Jack-”

“Y/n,” he interrupted, “I’ll take you.”

Turning your hand so that your palm was against his, you sniffled shakily, “okay, okay, okay.”

“I know it’s none of my business, but is there someone you’d like me to call? You don’t have to go through this alone.”

You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t tell him. He was your boss, you couldn’t tell him. Yet you couldn’t seem to answer him, you just sat there and bit your shaky lip.

Inhaling deeply, he looked down at your hand and breathed out, “okay,” nodding slowly.

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[reidsnose]

tally marks

overview: the team cant help but notice reader and spencer's obvious affections towards eachother, so they start keeping track.

genre: fluff

a/n: i think this is cute can u tell i love mutual pining lmaooo but yeah this is a short one sorry anyway lmk if you guys like it :)

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everyone had their little thing that stayed on the jet. go bags come and go, hell, even agents come and go. but for their time being, everyone had a jet item that never left the plane.

for morgan it was his soundproof headphones. for hotch it was a very specific notebook. for you it was a small pillow that you adored. so on and so fourth

for spencer it was his blanket. his and only his because everyone has icky germs and a blanket lays all over someone when they sleep its a microscopic bloodbath. and he did not need any of that. he kept it on his unassigned assigned seat and would take it with him to sleep on the jets couch seat. so it really only ever touched him. it was his blanket that he never ever shared with anyone ever.

except for when he shared it with you.

one time, after a case that was particularly draining for you, he insisted you take the long seat on the jet so you could try and get some decent sleep. and you were out like a light but it looked to be a very uncomfortable slumber. your face was contorted with worry and your shoulders shook slightly every so minutes when a shiver would run down your spine. the jet was pretty cold and you looked like you could really use a comfy, warm blanket.

he pondered it for a second. did he mind your germs? no, not really. should he mind them? yes. but he doesn't. for whatever reason he would even be completely ok with you using him as your own personal blanket. he felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of being so physically close to you.

wordlessly, and selectively oblivious to the confused stares he was receiving from the team, he walked over to you and draped the blanket across your body; pulling it up to reach your neck and ensure maximum warmth. after all, humans lose 90% of their body heat through their head and neck. immediately the shivering stopped. you snuggled it closer and he couldn't help but smile watching you quickly find peace and comfort.

jj nudged Emily who cocked an eyebrow at Derek who smirked at Rossi who tapped hotch and they all took a second to watch the scene unfolding at the front of the jet. they could tell Spencer was already smitten before he even figured it out himself. they had their suspicions for a while, and morgan now owes prentiss $5, because this act of affection was confirmation enough for all of them.

Spencer felt a warmth grow in his chest, something he really only felt when he was around you. or thinking of you. or talking to you. basically, having anything to do with you. so he stifled his smile and went back to his seat, opening up his book and trying to ignore the teams eyes boring into him.

when you were shaken awake you were warm and safe and everything smelled like Spencer. and then you recognized Spencer's blanket had been draped across your body and you were holding one of the corners close to your chest. smiling at the mere thought of spencer, you looked up and were met with a smirking Derek.

"come on pretty girl, you're the last one on the jet again," he chuckled, helping you up.

"you can go without me i need to grab my things," you yawned.

he nodded and walked off leaving you alone with Spencer's blanket. you folded it neatly before placing it on Spencer's usual unassigned assigned seat.

the next time you guys were heading home on the jet you could tell Spencer was visibly very tired. a perfect coincidence set up by God himself to help you repay him for letting you use his blanket. you watched him scrunch up his cardigan countless times trying to make it a pillow comfortable enough to sleep ok but it just was not working. though, it was adorable watching his curls bounce around with each movement of his head, you wished some peace would grace his features once again.

you simply couldn't watch him struggle anymore so you walked over to him, gently lifted his head, and placed the pillow beneath it. he looked up confused but when he saw it was you and realized what you were doing he gave you a smile that made you melt.

the team once again took notice of this and started keeping a track of you guys in hotch's notebook. anytime you two did something couple adjacent, a tally mark would be made and bets were even placed on how many tallies it would take for you guys to realize your feelings. Derek told Penelope about it when they landed (because she was originally the one who had been trying to set you two up together from the moment you walked into the bullpen) and she had to be lead into another room to squeal. she was given an update on the tallies after each flight and often gave her own observations when you were all in office.

and so, they watched as you gave each other the blanket and pillow, brought one another coffee, read to each other, left work together, listened to each others none sense ramblings, hugs lingered, hands touched, smiles radiated, eyes met. they were rooting for you nerds to finally realize you were in love.

after one case, you had gotten a little bit injured. nothing major, just a cut on your hand after tackling the unsub, but it was enough to make Spencer fret. it was dangerous, and you shouldn't have been there alone. it could have ended so badly. but he couldn't even be mad at you. so you sat next together on the jet, silent and thinking, just glad to be in each other's presence. Spencer saw your eyelids drooping, looking more adorable than ever to him. he took the blanket that was bunched up next to him and draped it over the both of you.

you smiled at him, taking the pillow from behind your head and handing it to him.

"no you were using this." he whispered.

"its ok ill use your arm instead." you sighed sleepily, snuggling into his arm.

the two of you were bright red and absolutely soaring from being this close. dopey smiles were etched on both of your faces.

"how many is this?" prentiss asked, looking expectedly at hotch.

"this would be number..." he scanned the pages in his notebook, "87"

"for a couple of profilers they sure are bad at seeing the signs," Rossi chuckled.

they looked over and watched as Spencer pressed a kiss to the top of your head before resting his own on it as you snuggled closer to it.

"make that 88."

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