#there's a good 5 in of snow on the ground rn
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last night in honor of we slidin season i slid right past the entrance to my complex
#we're actually getting a substantial amount of winter weather this year#there's a good 5 in of snow on the ground rn#i don't love winter bit it feels weird when we don't have it
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life after his enlistment.
pairing: yoongi x reader
synopsis: how life/the relationship was like after he enlisted.
genre: fluff, established relationship, yoongi enlisted, they are trying their best, idk if I should call it angst or hurt/comfort, but there's some kind of ✨️melancholy✨️ in this (predictable much), I effing miss him sm more now :(.
warnings: t.w: if u are just like me, prepare to be missing yoongi sickeningly after this. gosh, it feels like a hole in a chest rn. idk what to do w myself. oh btw some ideas mentioned here are purely my own opinions, so it doesn't have to be "facts" or "all true." if u have different opinions or if u disagree with any it u can reach out to me about them, I would like that, but that's that, enjoy!!!!!!!!!
A/N: this was a request made by @kimvante2013 I hope it meets ur expectations! this was so fun to write, I liked this a lot. feel free to send more reqs or anything u want :)
PS. English is not my first language, so you know the drill.
ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑
the problem wasn't that you couldn't see him, no.
since his duty was different from that of an ordinary individual, you both were able to spend the nights in each other's arms.
when he comes back home after duty, sometimes he's met with an empty house where he'd wash up and start preparing something for you to enjoy munching on once you get back home at a later hour of the day. other times, he comes to a busy, warm house. you blasting your favorite drama on the TV while doing the laundry in the middle of the living room, or just chilling and waiting to welcome him with mellow hugs and kisses.
and when he's on duty, he can't always contact you, but he whispered kisses laced with promises into your lips before leaving on his first day, and he would never dare to break them. not that he wants to anyway.
sometimes you'd wake up to post-it notes sticked on random surfaces and items around the house, or good morning messages of love and kisses. sometimes he calls during lunch breaks to check up on you, reminding you to drink water and eat well because that's yoongi's most precious habit of showing that he always just cares.
"don't forget to layer your outfit today, I just saw that it's gonna be awfully cold."
"did you like the bouquet I sent? want more? cook me ___ tonight xx"
"hi, don't forget to drink a cup of water right this instance or you'll shrivel up and die."
"it snowed on my way here this morning, let's go out this weekend and have some fun :]"
when days are too hard to handle, weighing one of you—maybe even both of you at the same time, cause life is a bitch like that—down and burying you under the ground, you'd send long voice messages to the other. never expecting an immediate reply. just simply pressing record and spilling all the bottled negative energy that clogged your brains and chests.
so, the problem wasn't really that you couldn't see or talk to him..
the problem was that neither of you were used to any of that.
you weren't used to being away from each other for long hours throughout the day (even though he often went on tours and job events aboard), or not being able to talk and/or see him whenever you wanted to—atleast whenever your shift agreed to let you. you're stuck on this routine for months. you were so not used to that.
over the years, you and yoongi grew to become a pen and a paper: two different items that are meant to only function and be paired together. one can't be capable without the other.
yet you try to avail yourselves of the situation and take it all easy. slowly, like waking up and leaving a warm, comfy bed at 5 in the morning to gain some purpose somewhere out there.
so, while staying away from one another for several hours a day comes with heavy challenges and even melancholy at times, that doesn't mean it can't be fruitful for your relationship.
since for it to grow healthier, a couple, intentionally or not, sometimes needs to take some "time off" to preserve the connection and intimacy between them.
you always remind yoongi of how much you had missed him during the day, which is something that never failed to put a smile on his face and trigger a stream of butterflies in his stomach.
love and yearning are two inseparable powerful emotions that one can't defeat, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. that's the beauty of the challenge your relationship was subject to at this new stage.
"I am still me, you are still you. everything's gonna be alright." yoongi would say as he hugs your face into his chest.
he always reminds you that this new chapter the two of you have entered together, hand in hand and with shaking hearts, is one that he'd been dreading but looking forward to for a very long time.
a chapter that made him understand how much he needs your existence in his life. to be himself and to be the somebody you need and deserve.
and he makes sure to translate that into your skin as he traces it with his lips and fingertips when you finally fall into each other's embrace.
#yoongi#bts#yoongi scenarios#yoongi drabble#yoongi fluff#yoongi x reader#bts scenarios#agustd#yoongi angst#min yoongi#bts imagines#bts fic#bts army#bts yoongi#bts enlistment
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RL Story
CW: Baby health, withdrawal, c-section
Since 3 days, my Baby was not really well. I was sure he got withdrawal. But the Doc, who examined him, told me, my Son was fine. Still, his diagnosis was unclear to me? The meds I took during pregnancy, can cause withdrawal in Babies, but its unlikely. That’s why the doctor didn’t really take my son’s symptoms seriously, at least that was my feeling. 😟
Today my Mom was with us, as every day actually. It was already late in the evening. My Mom was holding my Son. Totally worried, she asked me to look at him!! At first, I did not notice anything. He was sleeping. But then, I saw it too! Every 3-5 seconds, my Baby twitched briefly.☹️😭 We took him over to the nurses. One of them also recognized the rhythmic twitches. She immediately called a pediatrician.
My Mom had to leave the examination room. The Doc said he was going to take blood from my Baby’s heel. I should try to calm him down. I was in total panic, but somehow worked, as my tears ran down my face on my son. My Baby screamed in agony, he was terrified. The needle hurt him. I felt like I was losing the ground under my feet.😭 After the doc drew enough blood, he started yelling at the nurses in the examination room.
Doc: Can someone please get the mother out of here! 😠 She’s crying! Take care of her! I can’t work like this!! 🤯😠
Nurse: But-... I have to wait for the lab’s response.
Doc: I get the results here on my screen! Now put the boy on the examination table. And the mother has to get out, please.... NOW!!
That Doc lliterally kicked me out of the examination room. I stumbled crying, at my Mom’s feet. I immediately hugged her, as she helped me up. My Mom was also crying. 😟
Mom: Everything will be fine! Don’t cry, A.! You’re shaking, try to calm down.
Me: Mom, I can’t do this anymore. I want to go home.😭
Mom: I won’t leave you & Lucas alone. I’ll stay with you.
A few minutes later the nightmare seemed to be over, the pediatrician came back to my room with my Baby.
Doc: Good news! He's fine! There is no neurological serious condition. We have often seen and observed those kind of muscle twitches in c- section babies during their deep sleep phase. Sensitive Babies struggle with their new environment. That's why he's crying & screaming sm. He is overwhelmed and tense, but it's not serious. This passes after 1-3 months.
Me: But my Baby got withdrawal symptoms! And no one here wants to help me. He’s suffering! He needs help!
Doc: Yes, he is actually going through a mild withdrawal. There is a score that we determine in the Babies. Certain symptoms determine the score. If a Baby has a score of 11, a drug treatment is necessary. His score is ...um, 4 rn. And currently at the peak. So..... I see no need, to treat a healthy child with morphine. Your Baby's fine. I’m more concerned about you. Do you know what postpartum depression is?
Me: I just want to go home.
Doc (to my Mom): She is overly anxious and annoys the nurses every night, because her Baby screams. But that's normal! Babies cry!
Me: I know, but he’s suffering, he has diarrhea and pain.
Doc: Diarrhea is one of the harmless symptoms of withdrawal. But your Son's is feeding well. Atm, your Baby’s weight is still within the normal range, but I’m watching this! In two days, I’ll check it out again. If his weight is still okay, you can go home.
Me: Really?
Doc: Yes! But if I catch you outside with your Baby once more at night, you'll get in trouble.
Mom: What? She was outside with him at night? 🥶Aleksa?
Me: I was just on the terrace! I needed fresh air and Lucas enjoyed it too. The snow calmed him down. I didn’t know it was forbidden to go outside for me, I feel like a prisoner here!
Doc: I thought you were in danger. We're on the 14th floor! You shouldn’t be standing there with your Baby in the dark. And in winter, terrace entrances are basically closed to patients!
I think this doctor thought I wanted to hurt myself and my Baby, when he found me crying on that terrace in the middle of the night.😬 But I swear, I never meant to! I was just stressed and had to leave this prison for a moment. I didn’t know what to do anymore? My son was just crying. He suffered, he was in pain, and no one of that supid hospital staff, wanted to help me, or listen to me. This Doc now, has done his job right! He took the time to explain to me, how they treat and examine those... withdrawal symptoms. And he was right about the muscle twitches, too. In a few weeks it will be over. Seeing my Baby twitch today kind of traumatized me. And my Mom too. We were just relieved and grateful that it was nothing serious. And yes, my little one is very sensitive. We will have to learn to deal with that. it's gonna be tough!! 😞
Anyway, I hope I can leave this place soon. I felt like I was losing my mind here. Also I'll have to see Daniel, bcs of that name change.
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Omg u cooked with ch 5!! Megumi laying his head on Yuuji’s shoulder and falling asleep?? The heart in the contact name??? Shoot me rn. Your fic makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and smiling like an idiot and kicking my feet giggling. God did I feel Megumi’s frustration in the beginning thoughhh.. poor guy. But congratulations to him for sugar plum Prince! And wishing Maki some good luck with snow bc ehrm… (definitely not been personally victimised by that fake snow 🥲). I am so intrigued by Megumi’s Prince Siegfried portrayal though… I keep thinking of the act 3 black swan pas de deux, would he be a more sceptical Siegfried over an oblivious happy one? I wish I could see it irl 😭 also you’ve rlly tempted me to book tickets for Swan lake, they’ve got Vadim Mutagirov with Fumi Kaneko in two weeks ahhh!! Also did you have a specific video in mind for the one Yuuji sent to Megumi? I really loved the last video you linked. I don’t usually look at boy groups so I didn’t know abt him before but omg Dino is sooooo goood?? And apologies ahead bc idk anythign about hip hop but like he’s so light yet clean with his movements?? Like he moves so easy, how??
Looking forward to next chapter!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️
apologies in advance, but im abt to ramble so much thank you for the lovely response <33333
STOP ACTUALLY I WOULD DIE TO SEE VADIM MUNTAGIROV AND FUMI KANEKO IN SWAN LAKE IN PERSON ????? TWO MY FAV DANCERS FROM ROYAL BALLET IN MY FAV BALLET ????? U SHOULD TOTALLY GO IF U CAN OMG PLS LIVE IT FOR ME i loveee fumi kaneko her port de bras are always so beautiful and elegant and expressive, and she was amazing as aurora too
anyway excuse me for fangirling jlgsfdh thank you so much!!! im so glad you've been enjoying so far :)))) and yes everyone pray for maki, snow AND flowers is a crazy hard combo but she's crazy good so she's got this down (this made me realize i've never done snow, i've almost always done arabian until recently i've been drosselmeyer which has been so fun????). i definitely see megumi as a more skeptical siegfried in the black swan pas. actually it comes up more later, but he doesn't really do well with the lovesick & happy type vibe lmao (we saw it coming tbh), so a skeptical and overall more melancholy siegfried suits him well.
the choreo i was thinking of in this chapter was this bury a friend choreo by woomin jang and woonha. i absolutely love woonha like she fuses so many elements of contemporary dance with hip hop (such as here), and overall has such unique choreos. like this one, i had genuinely never seen anything like it before, and still havent seen anything like it, or at least not as well executed. so i think she'd be a good inspiration for megumi, just to see how many directions hip hop can go beyond the sort of singular idea that he has.
and omg yes i lovveeee dino he's amazing. honestly im not super into kpop anymore but i'll always have major respect for him (and the rest of seventeen's dance line, actually started in hip hop bc of them). he's really mastered that balance between grounded and being light, crazy strength, crazy control....yeah
okay i'll stop now 😭 thank you again so much fr tho :D
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.
the ted lasso fandom and fandom in general helps me get through so many rough patches. i love seeing everyone's creativity and there are SO MANY talented writers and artists
video editing!! it's so stimulating for my brain and the community is super supportive and engaging
walks on the beach, genuinely. i would love to go for a long walk on the beach rn but there's still snow on the ground
my cat
mountains. they make me feel small and insignificant in a good way.
this was so fun, thanks for the ask!
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TW: Transphobia, Homophobia, abuse, neglect, p3dophilia, s3xual assault, su!cide, alcohol
~Vent~
My mother is constantly saying that they is only two gender and is always dead naming me, the one time I get her to say my preferred name she rolls her eyes and scoffs as she says it.
My mother has told me my whole life that she owns me and that I don't get to make any decisions for myself, she was dressing me until I was disowned at 14.
My mother would threaten to k!ll herself is I ever did something she didn't like, this includes: having a panic attack, dealing with over stimulation, trying to dress myself, telling her to stop walking in on me while I was showering/changing, going to bed early, going to bed late, saying I was hungry, asking to be allowed to go outside, wearing my headphones, not being strictly christian/not eating kosher, ect.
My mother got rid of my pet hermit crabs without telling me and was constantly trying to release my turtles even though they would die in the wild and they were being taken care of very well with a large, clean tank and plenty of food and hiding places, a special light that was good for their shell, and a great water to land ratio.
My mother slut shamed me because I was wearing shorts that went above my knees (they were perfectly appropriate btw).
My mother would scream at me for hours if I got anything less than a 100% on a test and even if I did get a 100% she would ask me why I didn't get any extra credit even if there was none available and even if I'd did get extra credit she would ask why I didn't get MORE extra credit.
While I lived with my mother I had a diet of nothing but microwave meals and chips and chips because she spent all of her money on vape, cigarettes, and alcohol. I would constantly be near unconsciousness due to my low blood sugar because I had nothing to eat.
She has slapped me across the face multiple times, one time with sharp plastic that cut my chin, she did this as a punishment. One time she slapped me because my blood sugar was low and I was grumpy, this is how it went down:
Me: Hey I know you wanna talk right now but can I make some food first my blood sugar is low this should take me 20 minutes max"
Her: No, I'm you mother and your going to talk to me right now
Me: Can I please just get something to eat
Her: *yells at me wich causes me to get distracted*
Me: *spills uncooked mac&cheese because distracted*
Her: *yells at me then slaps me across the face*
My mother nearly beat me to unconsciousness because she was very drunk, I had bruises all over me the next morning but I was to afraid to say anything because I new she would scream at me and hurt me more.
She molested me daily, forced me to change in front of her, forcefully spooned me in bed for hours even after I said no, and would "playfully" spank me.
She was constantly talking about how sexy a 17 year old at her work was and even bought him vape. She would also talk about some of my friends like that and even tried to internet stalk two of them, we are all minors.
She would lock the door to the apartment and wouldn't give me a key and would force me to wait outside in knee deep snow for hours without any warm clothing because she stole it all. She also refused to drive me to school in -8 degree (f) weather because she didn't want to loose her parking spot. I was also forced to bike to and from band practice (with she forced me to to do because she wanted to live through me) in 30 degree (f) with heavy rain because she didn't want to loose her parking spot.
She would consistently make fun of me for reading or doing anything that I enjoyed because I was a "nerd" and a "looser"
She disowned me after she stole my phone, went through it and found out I was a lesbian.
I couldn't even go into my yard without telling her where I was going, if I didn't tell her I would be screamed at and not allowed out my room, for a day and then not allowed out of the house for two more weeks.
She routinely went through my phone and my belongings without my permission, knowledge, or consent, in case I had anything "suspicious".
I tried moving in with my dad and she sued him.
She stole my most prized pokemon cards, a bag, most of my clothes, all of my old toys, and over $200 from my in the span of two weeks.
My room didn't have a door and she positioned herself so that she had to go through my room to get anywhere else in the house.
She would frequently lock the bathroom door so that it was only accessable from her room.
I told her I like pop music and she called me a failure then continued to play her extremely s3xual, vulgar, music about dr*gs, alcohol, and r@pe.
From the time I was 8 she tried to force me to drink alcohol because its "cool"
She forcefully pushed me against a wall because I refused to give her a hug after she made an offensive joke and I called her out for it.
She screamed at me because I corrected her after she misgendered me.
I had to learn morse code just so I could speak to my friends without her knowing what I was saying.
When I started counseling because I wanted to k!ll myself and because I was having upwards and 15-25 panic attacks per day, she forced me to tell her everything that happened in counseling even if I didn't want to.
She always gangs up on me in fights but if I try to get back up she just yells at me more.
She refused to take me to the hospital when I had a concussion and forced me to go to school all week even though I could barely stand or speak and now I have verbal and motor tics which she makes fun of.
She would scream at me because I sit down in the shower even though I have arthritis. (Yes I have arthritis at 15, it runs in the family and before to long I might develop psoriasis, I have shitty genes)
I wasn't allowed to wear anything that revealed my shoulders, that was low cut, shower any part of my stomach or back, short that went above my knees, ect.
I wasn't allowed to get my hair cut below my chin because it " wasn't feminine enough"
I wasn't allowed to have anything that was "for boys" this included clothes, toys, books, stickers, blankets, posters, movies, ect.
She forced me to watch R rated movies with her even if I didn't feel comfortable watching them.
I wasn't allowed to have any friends over and I wasn't allowed to go to any friends house, the one time I did have friends over she judged all of them and tried me to stop hanging out with them after they left. My friends are all very good people and are the only reason I'm still alive rn, she was just mad that I was talking to people who weren't her.
She screamed at she because I got one (1) drop of dark green ink on her black coffee table that she got for free.
I wasn't allowed to draw any male characters because she was afraid I would get off to them or something idk (this was before I was forcefully outed)
She bought me a triple chocolate cake for my birthday once. I'm allergic to chocolate. She forgot my birthday the next year.
Anytime I would tell her about the terrible bullying that was going on she would tell me to get over it, even after I had been thrown to the ground and strangled by one of my classmates.
If I got into a new game or hobby she would either take it away or shame me for playing it.
She spent all day on the computer playing Sims 3 to the point where I had to feed myself, take care of myself, and play by myself as young as 5.
She screamed at me because while talking about Pokemon lore I mentioned how Arceus is the god of the Pokemon world and she said I shouldn't say that because it would "make god mad" ( I have nothing against christians or christianity btw, just the people who shove it down your throat like she does)
I wasn't allowed to eat or drink the last of anything (finishing a bag of chips, taking the last soda, ect.) If I did she would scream at me and slap me as punishment.
She threatened to forbid me form seeing my cousin (who for the first 11 years of my life was my only friend) if I ever "talked back" to her.
She wod frequently strangle me as a form of "tough love".
When I was 2 she tried to teach me how to swim by holding me under water over and over again, drowning is now one of my greatest fears. Luckily I did learn to swim with the help of cousin and granny and even enjoy swimming but it is hard for me to do things like wash my face in the shower or stay under water for more than a few seconds without panicking.
She never taught me how to cook but then would scream at me because I didn't know how to cook.
Her smoking inside and while driving has caused me to have some lung issues, she denies that she ever smoked near me.
She tried to take me away frome everyone in my life including my family and friends so that I could only spend time with her.
When I was in fifth grade she homeschooled me and forced me to do college lever reading, learn how to code, learn at least two other languages that weren't english, learn how to play guitar, do gymnastics, do jujitsu (japanese), do soccer, learn to sing (keep I mind I had no interest in music, but she did), do a digital homeschooling program set at a highschool level, and learn a bunch of useless skills like knot tying and making friendship bracelets because it was "feminine". This was in FIFTH FUCKING GRADE.
We didn't have a washer or dryer and she would never go to to town to get laundry done so I never had clean clothes.
If I had more that $10 I had to give the rest to her.
She tried to kidnap me once.
One time on accident I stood in a bull ant hill and got stung all over (if you don't know ants all sting at once), I was swollen all over and screaming in pain and she did nothing, not even give me ice or ointment, she just told me to be more careful.
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A Family Visit (Neville Longbottom)
A/N: hey yall! ive never wrote fanfic before so please go easy on me. suggestions/criticisms are encouraged as i literally wrote this for a class & want a decent grade. no warnings, just a sad neville but its a nice ending. also, i should note that im reading the series for the first time rn and i just started book 5 and this was inspired by the scene where dumbledore tells harry about neville’s parents in gof. im like 99% sure that you cant get to the hospital via floo powder but it was just easier to write it that way and i was already way over page limit. so... yeah. floo powder. just accept it.
Summary: Neville visits his parents the day of the Yule Ball.
word count: 2745 :)
With the end of the term nearing and the snow covering the ground, Neville once again was met with the bittersweet feeling of Christmas break. In the back of his Potion’s class with Professor Snape, Neville was counting the minutes down. Snape’s lesson was boring as usual, he was saying something about a Pepperup Potion but Neville couldn’t care less. This was his last class of the term. He planned to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas break for the Yule Ball, albeit his date was a third year, Ginny Weasley. Almost as if he could read his mind, Snape interrupted his daydreaming.
“Mr. Longbottom, can you repeat what I just told the class?” Snape squinted at him.
“Er-” Neville pursed his lips together and scratched the back of his head.
“I figured,” Snape rolled his eyes and his lips curled into a smirk. “I said that 12 inches of parchment will be due when you return from break. But that’ll be 18 inches for you, Longbottom. And 10 points from Gryffindor.”
The Slytherins in the front of the class snickered. Neville merely nodded. There was no use in arguing Snape, it’ll only end in more homework.
“Don’t worry, you could use the extra practice.” Malfoy spit at him. Snape glanced at the blonde boy with a disapproving look but said nothing.
“Why don’t you bug off, Malfoy?” Harry shot at him, standing up.
“Are you going to stop me, Potter?” Crabbe and Goyle laughed with Draco. Harry felt his face heating up. He was sick of Snape playing favorites. He allows the Slytherins to do whatever they please since he’s head of the Slytherin house.
“Sit down, Mr. Potter. Unless you want extra work.”
As if on cue, the bell rang. Harry grabbed his bag and walked over to Neville.
“Hey, you alright? Don’t mind them. The lousy gits don’t have anything better to do.”
“Hey, yeah, I’m okay. At least we’re free for the next two weeks.” Neville says half-heartedly as he stands up and walks out of the classroom with Harry. The two boys walked through the corridor towards the Gryffindor common room.
“Hey, I’ve got to talk to Dumbledore quickly. I’ll see you later though, yeah?” Harry says with a small smile.
“Right then, see you later.” Neville replies.
Neville watched as Harry jogged away. He wondered what he was going to talk to Dumbledore about. Neville turned and was met with the fat lady painting.
“Password?” She asks with her arms crossed.
“Oh, er-” Neville always struggled with passwords.
“Fortuna Major.” Ron says from behind him.
Neville mutters a small “thanks” and steps in through the portrait. He had planned to hang out in the common room, but soon realizes that his roommates were all in there. Neville hasn’t had a moment to himself since Summer so he decided to go upstairs to his room. He says a quick hello to Seamus and Dean as he walks past them. He went up the stairs and found the door to his dormitory. He enters and shuts it quickly, breathing a sigh of relief. He walks over to his bed and falls backwards, staring up at the ceiling. He started thinking about the holidays and how much he hated Professor Snape and his greasy hair. What kind of teacher just bullies students? Frustrated, Neville turns to lay on his side. He started thinking about how he was meeting his Gran the next day to go visit his parents. Neville doesn’t think about his parents often. How could he? He doesn’t remember them, thinking about them wouldn’t help anything.
But he still allows himself to think about them, from time to time. Neville’s Gran is a stern lady. Growing up, she worried that Neville was a squib, as he didn’t show early signs of magic very often. She often berated him, telling him he didn’t live up to his father’s honor. Neville couldn’t help but believe her.
Neville was proud of his parents, though. They were Aurors, their job was to fight against the Dark Arts He smiled at the thought of them being praised for their noble work. They were well respected amongst their peers, Neville wondered what it felt like. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his wand. It was his father’s. Neville runs his fingers along the wood and the not-so-intricate designs of it. Even though it doesn’t look like much, he knows it's powerful. Neville’s father had fought in the first Wizarding War and was an Auror with that very wand. He holds the wand a little tighter and brings it to his chest. Neville fought back the urge to cry. It was unfair. He never got to know his parents, they were good people who only wanted the best for everyone, wizards and muggles alike. Neville bit his lip to stop it from quivering and he sat up. He set his wand next to him on the quilt his grandmother gave him a few Christmases ago. He smooths the banket and stands up. It was getting late and none of his roommates were showing up, so Neville changed into his pajamas and turned on some music. He wanted to practice his dancing skills for the Yule Ball, so he started to pretend to hold a girl and danced to the music. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to get the footwork correct. After a few minutes, he heard a knock at the door. Startled, he quickly gathers himself and says “come in,” and Harry walks through the door.
Harry was quiet, he merely smiled and nodded at Nevile before grabbing his nightwear. His eyes had an apologetic look, as if he had just found out something sad about Neville. Harry is the only one who gets it, really. Both of their parents were taken down by the same cause, the only difference being that Harry’s are actually dead. Neville felt a shameful relief wash over him with that thought, he bowed his head and scratched his neck. He was getting tired, and decided to lie in bed. He turned off the lamp next to his bed and closed his eyes. He finally started drifting away as he heard Seamus and Dean enter their room.
The next morning, Neville is woken up by the sun and sound of birds outside their dorm. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sat up, and stretched. Seamus, Ron, Dean, and Harry were all sleeping yet. Neville gets dressed and goes to the Great Hall, where he is met with Christmas and winter decorations. There are silver and blue streamers hanging about the Hall, as well as snowflakes covering the walls and hanging from the ceiling. The Christmas tree by the teacher’s table was decorated with white lights, fake snow, and a shiny snowflake on the top. There were presents under the tree wrapped in white and blue wrapping paper. “Bet they’re empty,” Neville thinks to himself, slightly chuckling. He finds his seat at the Gryffindor table and begins to eat his breakfast alone. There was a group of second years at the end of the table, laughing amongst themselves. Neville is already finished with his food when his roommates find their way to the Hall. It was 8:00 and he had to meet his grandmother in an hour. He was meeting his Gran in Hogsmeade to go to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries in London. Neville and his grandmother had to have a special meeting with Dumbledore his first year about his parents. Of course, Dumbledore knew his parents and their tragic fate. He made a special exception for him this year, allowing him to leave to visit his parents for the day and come back for the Yule Ball this evening.
Neville ventured back to his dorm, muttering a quick “Fortuna Major” to the portrait of the fat lady guarding the Gryffindor common room. He stepped through and was met with Fred and George Weasley in the common room, sitting by the fireplace talking about something secretly. As soon as he enters his room, he grabs a coat and wand and lays them on his bed. Every time Neville visits his parents, he secretly hopes they’ll remember him, even though it isn’t possible. Neville felt his hand involuntarily tighten into a fist, his nails digging into his palm. He patiently sat for what felt like hours but was realistically 20 minutes or so when he finally decided to head down to meet Dumbledore. He grabs his things and puts his wand in his pocket with his right fist still clenched. He felt his nails break the skin of palm as he got more anxious with every step. When he finally meets Dumbledore at the stairs by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Neville wondered why he was standing so close to the one-eyed witch statue.
“Good morning, Neville.” Dumbledore greets him with a soft smile.
“Good morning, Professor.” He returns the smile, but quickly lets it fade.
“I hope you keep this between you and me,” Dumbledore says cooly, “Dissendium.” Dumbledore says seemingly at the witch as he taps the hump of the statue with his wand. The hump opens just wide enough for a small person to get through.
“This will take you to the cellar of Honeydukes. Be back by 6:30 so you have enough time to get ready for the Ball. Have a good time, Neville.” Dumbledore smiles at him. Neville thanks him and wonders how many other people knew about this secret. He quickly snaps out of it and enters the passage, giving a final smile and nod towards his headmaster. The passage was cold and rather gross, so he just walked forward until he got to the entrance of the cellar. He opens the latch and enters Honeydukes, trying to be quiet as he enters the door of the store. He quickly exits Honeydukes. He walks to meet his grandmother at The Leaky Cauldron. He gives his father’s mother a faint smile and a quick hello.
“Glad to see you made it here safely, Neville,” she brushes off some dirt on his shoulder, “Are you ready to go?” His grandmother asks him.
Neville merely nods, he was never ready to go. He wonders how she is ready. Neville never knew his parents, so there weren’t many memories to miss, but his grandmother raised his father. Every year she takes Neville to visit but never says anything about how she is feeling about it. Neville furrows his eyebrows and looks at his only parental figure. For a second, he feels remorse for her. Losing your parents is difficult, but losing your child has to be the worst. Neville says a silent prayer to Merlin that he’ll never have to go through that pain himself.
Neville’s grandmother finds a floo system and pulls out floo powder. She hands him a handful of it.
“Do you want to go first?” She asks him.
“No, that’s alright. Have at it.” He just wanted a second without her to compose himself.
She nods and says “St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries”, throwing the powder down at her feet and vanishing.
Neville takes a deep breath and repeats her actions. He feels his stomach twist and turn as he travels. He tries to not focus on it by remembering it’ll end within seconds. And with that, Neville feels his feet fall flat on the floor and he opens his eyes. Letting his eyes adjust to the lighting, Neville subtle forwards a bit.
“Can you manage to stay on your feet, please?” His grandmother remarks.
“Er- yeah. Sorry.” He says lightly.
His grandmother shakes her head as they find the reception desk.
“Who are you here to see?” The receptionist asks. She had long blonde hair and enticing eyes. Neville stares at her for a second and thinks about how she reminds him of Fleur Delacour, the champion from Beauxbatons.
“Frank and Alice Longbottom.” Neville’s grandmother says with a slight smile.
“Right, just down that hall to the left.” His grandmother’s smile is returned as she points to a corridor to the right of the desk.
Neville thanks the woman and thinks about how she probably has her parents. She properly grew up with parents who knew who she was, with a grandmother who doesn't resent her. Brushing that thought aside, Neville and his Gran walk down the hallway that seems to be getting longer with every step. Eventually they find the door labeled “Visitation Room”. Neville exchanges looks with his grandmother as she reluctantly grabs the door knob, turning it. She pushes the door open and gestures for Neville to enter first, closing the door behind them. Neville felt his heart beat faster as his eyes found his parents. They’re sitting at a round table whispering to one another. Neville and his grandmother find their seats, sitting across from them. The boy’s parents stare at them with empty eyes.
“Hi Frank,” His grandmother smiles lightly, “Hi Alice.”
“Hi mom and dad.” Neville looks at them with gentle eyes with a small smile.
“Hello.” Frank replies with wide eyes.
“Hello.” Alice says, turning her attention to Frank.
“How are you guys?” Neville’s grandmother asks.
“We’re good. Although it is cold in here.” Alice says, hugging herself.
Neville’s parents usually complained about the cold when he visited during Christmas. The hospital does get significantly colder as the weather starts to turn. Do they think crazy people don’t need heat?
“Do you want to wear my jacket?” Neville starts to take his arms out of his sleeves, maintaining eyes on his mother.
She nods and smiles at him, and Neville returns the smile. He stands up and walks to his mom, wrapping his jacket around her and kissing the top of her head. She looks up at him and smiles wider, and intertwines her fingers together. Neville’s dad thanks him and places an arm around her. Neville finds his seat again, earning a pat on the back from his Gran. Moments like this are few and far in between, making it all the more special. Neville doesn’t have many happy memories with his family, so making both of his parents and Gran happy was an accomplishment in his eyes.
After almost two hours of mindless small talk, Neville looks at his Gran and realizes it’s time to go. His parents can only handle so much per visit, so when they start getting antsy and irritable they know it’s time to leave them be. Neville stands up and brushes himself off, holding an arm out to help his Gran stand up. Frank and Alice stand up as well, mirroring his moves. Neville smiles as he makes his way over to his mother, removing the coat from her back and embracing her. She reluctantly hugged him back. He didn’t blame her, he was a stranger hugging her. Neville squeezed her a little tighter, resting his head on top of hers. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were full of tears. He looks over at his dad releasing his hug from his own mother, who is also teary-eyed. Neville switches places with his Gran, looking at his dad for a second before he hugs him. Frank lightly wraps his arms around his son giving him a friendly pat on the back. Neville holds onto him until his Gran interrupts,
“It’s time to leave, Nev.” He is taken aback for a moment at the nickname, but then smiles. He releases his father and looks up at him again.
“I love you, dad,” Neville turns to his mother, “and I love you, mom.” He gently grabs their hands for a second before letting go. His Gran puts a hand on his back, rubbing it slightly. Neville feels his lower lip quiver as they walk to exit the door. His Gran opens it and gestures for him to leave first. He turns around to look at his parents, they look at each other and then at Neville, smiling and waving at him. Neville leaves the room and is greeted with the hallway of the hospital. He looks at his Gran as she closes the door with a final click. Her hand lingers on the doorknob for a second before turning to Neville with a tear spilling on her cheek and the slightest smile,
“How about we stop at Honeydukes for some candy?”
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2020 Fanfic in Review
tagged by the realest, @veganthranduil - thaaank you.
I reversed the question order a bit because, like veganthranduil, my list of fics written this year is... extensive. And that’s also how they did it so.
Takeaways from reflecting on your kick-ass writing, or kick-ass lack of writing, during a year more focused on survival than perhaps any other:
I wrote a lot. So much. I went from 59 fics to 100 and that’s just... show’s how boring my year was. There is a lot of familiar themes and vibes in my fics that I am highly aware of; I think they are as much for comfort as they are for ease tbh. Who doesn’t love people in room’s expression emotions. I also wrote some short fics - which aren’t even that short - but that felt good and it forced me to be more economical as I usually am.
Also, this year I learned the difference between ‘sitting’ and ‘sat’ and ‘stood’ and ‘standing’, although there is not guarantee on whether I use them correctly on the first attempt.
I really enjoyed the two women’s POV I got to do (incidentally, for both of the exchanges I signed up to this year), especially Ann Ross’.
Most surprising fic you wrote this year:
Uuuh, a threesome involving Sophia for the fitzier fic exchange. I never really considered doing an actual threesome despite thoughts because Who would be in it? Also so many limbs. And I had considered a Sophia pov, but not for this, and certainly not modern. But despite false starts, and periods of abject dejection, I got it done and I’m kinda proud of it.
How you grew as a writer this year:
I think my voices became clearer, my descriptions took on a snappiness. I took style risks and I think they mostly paid off. Also, first time I’ve taken ‘research’ trips for fics, but how can I noooot ships are so cool and so is Greenwich (who’s high-street has the best ice cream shop btw)
What’s coming in 2021:
WELL. There is only one WIP in my google doc’s rn. And it’s a present for my friend lobsterbang who threw the idea at me on a calculated whim and I grabbed it and overthought it, because then I could actually use my degree and the stuff I specialise in at work this year 😭. - Tozer/FJ, Romans.
What is planned from my bingo card;
Three scenes that might be in the Let the River Rush In universe.
Capetown, Dundy/FJ
Rossier, which could be one thing or another, I haven’t made up my mind yet.
Fics written this year:
There’s so many i’m so sorry
Fitzier;
you found me beautiful once (G) - a spooky drabble to go with art by @matt-j-freeman
sunset and evening star, and one clear call for me (M)( hinted Fitzier and past Rossier, and Gibson/Hickey). First chpt posted about this time last year, but was finished in February 2020, a colab with @lobsterbang about how we thought they would get home within the context and intentions of the show. Also Hickey is suuuper creepy and FJ gets to shoot rockets.
the snow grows from the ground up (M) - 5+1, FJ is jealous of Crozier until he isn’t.
and all I've done for want of wit (T) - James dies, and wanders through everyone else’s afterlife, waiting for his own to arrive.
the world will always smell of salt (M) - where, much like the real expedition, they are forced into cannibalism to survive (rated M cause it’s not graphic cannibalism but a dude still gets ate)
Oh, why would you weep, my friends, for me? (T) - the greatest tragedy of Francis’ life, coming to see him through the last day of his life. (wrote this in 24hrs and I am very proud of it)
gathering primroses series (M) - Trans Francis, FJ and Francis being comfortable with one another. The OG fic might be the best thing I wrote this year.
all the boards did shrink series (E) - pwp, FJ own’s a dildo, that’s all you need to know.
let the river rush in (E-T) get’s it’s own little bit. The last 8 (eight!) fic’s of the series were written this year. My baby. My cosy universe of Francis and James working out how to be the men who survived all that happened, all while navigating sexuality and gender and their own selves.
Fic’s go from; whatever stirs this mortal frame (E) - where James is in his corset and split seam knickers being fussy and bossy. TO it hangs like flax upon a distaff (M) - Crimean war erectile dysfunction (not a sentence I thought i’d ever type). And from lately i've been fine, floating away (E) in which Francis bottoms for the first time, TO the bit of me still at sea (M) - where James is posted to the Med fleet and Francis potters about without him, both unhappy to be parted but used to a sailors life. And a honourable mention to by the time you are Real (G) where FJ is highly relatable and finally starts processing 10 years after the Expedition.
For Fitzconte;
Way haul away... ,(M) series. in which Dundy belongs to a story that is very different from the one happening about him.
Clio Goes West (M)series, in which - they go swiming in Yemen, eat dates, and get one another off. The Basra Marshes are very beautiful and sticky, and so are they. And - Nebet attacks.
It isn’t much fun for one, but two (G)- the Dundy and Jas orign story.
For Rossier;
Oh, a nice watch below wouldn’t do us any arm.(M) - HMS Fury days, larking in the gunroom.
positive values of inclination (M) -handsomest man in the royal navy sucks dick to unwind and manages to be a nerd about it
For Fitzjames/Tozer (lobsterbang);
magnitude and definite direction (M) - James is a nerd and they misuse a jollyboat.
marriage, in the maltese style (M) - FJ is off home and is gonna have to behave himself. so says goodbye to Malta in the company of a obliging marine.
how prettily he foots it with his hands (M) - Mr Fitzjames stars as Queen Fadladinia, and gets quite a memorable standing ovation
Misc;
we've got one thing in common, its this tongue of yours (E) - Fitzier exchange, modern AU threesome with requested pegging.
and of their shadows deep (G) - Rossier exchange. Ann Ross pov (which I LOVED doing), her reaction to Francis’ disappearance, and reflection on her friendship with him.
I tag @norvegiae @laissezferre @junomarlowe @lobsterbang @clockheartedcrocodile if they would like to do it
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3, 5, 17, 34 :?
3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?
Oooh hmm... Its hard to compare stuff I’ve written to other people’s writing, but I guess that the things I try to add to my writing that I wish there was more of is like, an emphasis on the relationships between characters more than plot developments, and weighing out the sort of long term emotional consequences of certain life events. I try to write every scene that I do with a specific purpose, and I have this specific feeling in mind while writing that I want to make sure is communicated to the reader so that they can understand it. Another big thing when I’m writing fic, mostly, is that I always want the reader to remember that they know who these characters are. There are a lot of AU fics that I’ve read where I’m just like... this is a great story, but I wonder why the author didn’t just use original characters, since it doesn’t really remind me of the original work. So I guess I think a significant feature of my fics is playing off the original text in a specific way?
5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?
Ahhh, I’m the type who sees the flaws in older works rather clearly... I’d say that I’m rather proud of the first fic that I ever finished mostly because I just managed to finish it. It was only eight chapters long and I don’t think I like the writers craft much now, but if I think about it I think that I was putting something really genuine into it while writing that I’m proud that I managed to get out. Although, I have to say that I’m pretty proud of the direction that “and at the very least, the wall will change.” is going, even if its still a WIP. There’s some sections of it that I really want people to see, but I need to put in the build up first for it to properly make sense.
17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.
Hmm... Well, there’s some obvious ones like the fact that I’m not really an nsfw writer or someone who does like trauma p*rn or gore or things like that. But I think a more fun answer is that I’m never going to write a love at first sight kind of fic. I’m kind of a big slowburn guy, and I really like writing relationships between people who have long, complicated histories with one another. I also don’t really know what it feels like to look at someone and feel attracted to them romantically right away, so its not something I would ever write about.
34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.
Under the cut because I picked a long one!
“Won't you be mad with me, though?” Shin Yoosung hid her face against his leg as she asked him this sad question in that very small voice of hers. “For making you take care of Biyoo on your own…”
…
It… it was an odd moment, because Kim Dokja had the realization that if he had known she was someone who knew Yoo Jonghyuk, he probably would have never spoken to the little girl who seemed so concerned over him now at all.
And he had been so preoccupied about this problem that only affected him that he hadn’t noticed that this kind girl was feeling so down on herself just now… truly he was a person who was far too self-concerned.
Kim Dokja extracted his leg from this young girl whose sense of responsibility was so admirable. She let him go with little resistance, seemingly not surprised by the action. The girl continued to hide her face by staring down at the ground.
He then crouched down so that he could meet Shin Yoosung’s eyes, putting his hand on her shoulder as he did.
“Of course I’m not mad at you, Yoosung-ah.” He reassured her in the warmest voice he could manage. “After all, how can I really claim to be the only one taking care of Biyoo, when you’ve already helped me so much.”
He gently brushed some of her hair aside, so that her eyes, which had become slightly wet at this point, could meet his own.
“You saved Biyoo’s life when you took her in from the snow.” He wanted to make sure that this was something that Shin Yoosung completely understood. “She would have died if you hadn’t rescued her, you know that?”
The young girl who was not quite yet crying wiped her face a little. “I-I know that.” She said the right words, but in a voice that made Kim Dokja believe she didn’t quite understand the significance of them.
“And, you know,” Kim Dokja went on, “If I had been the one to find Biyoo in the snow, I wouldn’t have known what to do at all. It’s because you know so much about animals, and care so much about them, that you were able to save her life, and tell me all of the important instructions on how to properly take care of her. So every time I remember those words that you gave to me, and use them to properly take care of Biyoo, that’s you saving her life again, alright?”
“A-alright…” Shin Yoosung sniffled a bit, but nodded her head.
Kim Dokja cursed himself a bit, thinking that all the odd things he had suddenly started to say had made Shin Yoosung a little more emotional.
“So you’ve done enough.” He summarized what he had wanted to say to her. “You can just go enjoy your dinner now, and not feel so guilty about it, okay?”
“O-okay.” Shin Yoosung nodded once more, this time more vigorously. As if she really believed him.
Good. He patted the girl once more on the top of her head, before standing back up.
I don’t know if this came across in text because no one really commented on it, but this scene of KDJ comforting SYS was really important to me, one of the most important scenes in the chapter. It sort of mirrors this feeling I was having about some of my friends and the way that I loved them and how the positive things they have said to me over the years carry me on. Everytime I remember someone that I truly love, I remember a different way that they saved my life. And well, in fiction I don’t want to give too much away before chapter six, but I do want to mention that all of the relationship moments I choose to include follow similar themes for a reason, and I’m a bit proud of how the continuity is starting to flow together as I write more scenes in chapter 4.
#ask#ask meme#obstinaterixatrix#also hello stella hi hi hi#i didn't want to say this in the ask but i was really trying hard to think of a way to mention that i noticed you used homestuck emojis in#a way that was complimentary#like ah... :? (affectionate)
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DO ALL 50 😘💕💕💕💕✨
thank you dear, this was a pain and it wont be formatted correctly sue me
1. do you have a crush on anyone?
yes 👀
2. what’s your favorite candy?
i could eat a hundred reces cups in one sitting so
3. favorite love song?
hmmm is hello my old heart a love song
4. what was your first kiss like?
gay///
5. what was your last kiss like?
VERY gay
6. sexual/romantic orientation?
gay!
7. do you prefer poems or love letters?
i prefer love comics actually lmao
8. favorite fanfic trope?
oof i have not read fanfiction in a while
9. have you ever been in love?
maaaaaybe 👀 yes absolutely
10. favorite milkshake flavor?
CHOCOLATE
11. dinner dates or brunch dates?
dinner dont fucking wake me up for brunch thats my sleeping time its 2am right now
12. favorite flowers?
lilies are the prettiest for a bouquet, sunflowers make me happy tho
13. favorite perfume/cologne?
i have this cologne i got from hot topic like a million years ago it smells like angsty teenager i dont know if it smells good or just familiar
14. favorite candle scent?
midsummers night, yankee candle makes it it smells crisp
15. what’s your ideal first date?
so im invited to an estate at the top of a hill after dark because it cannot be accessed during the day, I assume its because its hosting another event but when i get there it almost seems as though nobody has lived in the house for a hundred years, and in fact im sure ive been there before and there was no house there at all, but here it stands in front of me in a thick fog while the sky threatens to unleash a torrential downpour that would give me no choice but to venture into the house accompanied or otherwise-im getting to the date part hold on-
16. favorite love story?
oh fuck have any of yall read the bone houses by emily lloyd jones? its not rlly a love story but its the only one i can think of rn
17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?
pants that fit 😒
18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?
red velvet but mostly because of the frosting
19. snow, rain, or sun?
rain!!! but only because i live somewhere thats sunny 350 days a year
20. sweetest romantic memory?
walking through a park while the sun was setting and there was snow on the ground and on everything
21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?
ok honestly i played that fuckin arcana game for a minute and i liked asra, the Aesthetic
22. fictional crushes?
well they only make orange and grape i think so any other flavor would be fictional
23. what’s your dream wedding like?
wouldnt u like to know, weather boy
24. what makes you blush?
goddamn everything, existing in a physical capacity
25. do you believe in love at first sight?
ehhhhh
26. do you believe in soulmates?
maybe
27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?
leather jackets leather jackets
28. what’s your sign?
yield
29. are you single?
no!
30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?
i just bought a box of beads to make bracelets so i guess i like to charm but that doesnt mean im good at it
31. guitar or piano?
my fingers dont bend right to play the guitar otherwise i would, i can kinda play the piano tho
32. favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?
eugh no
33. do you fall in love easily?
yes and no
34. valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?
that would take up so much timeee, and for what, what does anybody do on valentines day besides eat candy and do laundry
35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?
wouldnt YOU like to know, weather boy 👀
36. cloud gazing or star gazing?
star gazing, im not awake when the stars arent out
37. do you like to dance?
not in public
38. what’s your OTP?
me and @enbyblades
39. kittens or puppies?
KITTENS
40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?
i like cold coffee everything else hurts my face
41. favorite soda?
barqs superiority its rootbeer with caffeine bitches
42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?
please let my lie down im so tired
43. favorite ABBA song?
dancing queen u know its a classic
44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)
you you and you i guess, watch out
45. favorite pajamas?
every year i buy valentines boxers and use them as pj shorts, those are comfy
46. favorite liquor?
screwball is really good but if i have shit to do ill take vodka
47. do you think about love a lot?
i think about my love a lot yes
48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?
park!!
49. hand kisses or nose kisses?
hand, ull smudge my glasses if u kiss my nose then ill have to clean them and its a whole thing
50. what’s your dreamhouse?
I GET A WHOLE HOUSE????? i want a desk and bookshelves so bad
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1-15, odds 🤩
1. What fandom(s) do you read?
Currently, Schitt’s Creek and Carry On/Wayward Son. But mostly Schitt’s Creek. 3. What is your favorite all-time fic?
Carry On/Wayward Son: When the Tides Held the Moon by @vkelleyart. Even if you aren’t a part of this fandom. I highly highly recommend this story. It’s way beyond fanfic (not that I would ever disparage the genre), it’s a totally accessible to anyone who wants to read a queer Victorian mermay story. PLUS ORIGINAL ARTWORK.
Schitt’s Creek: SO MANY. Today, I think it’s Beneath the Winter Snow by Distractivate. It’s a beautiful beautiful story that takes place during the winter Olympics. D&P AU Angst and yummy goodness.
5. Do you prefer angst or fluff?
Probably angst? For me, I really like a challenge and when it’s successfully overcome. That’s my JAM. But it doesn’t have to be crazy angst--when small relationship issues are overcome and everybody grows... *sigh* it’s the best. 7. Name some incomplete fics that you wish were completed.
So my favorite WIP right now is I’ve Never Liked A Smile As Much As I Like Yours by @hagface. But honestly, there’s no rush??? I’m really enjoying savoring this fic. Every time it updates, it’s like a hug.
Oh, and of course, on the more angsty side there’s Husbands: Two Years-In by @unfolded73. The other day, I tried to make a meme using Talladega Nights that said, “If you’re not reading this fic rn then fuck you.” I still might.
Now that I think of it, both deal with Patrick’s depression. And I’m also writing a long AU that deals with Patrick’s depression. So maybe that’s just where I’m at right now.
9. Do you read smut?
Of course. But honestly, I’m not really into the gratuitous stuff. I mostly like it when it’s part of a really really good story. 11. Do you read AUs?
I mainly read AUs. I identify so strongly with David and Patrick’s relationship, I think because it’s so grounded in what a real relationship is like, so seeing them work it out in every universe, in every scenario is just my absolute favorite thing.
That’s true for Baz and Simon too, but their story in canon is not over yet, so sometimes the AUs also end with some ambiguity with how they work it out, which is cool. I can’t wait to see how fic changes after the trilogy ends. 13. What type of AUs are your favorites? Give a general description.
For David and Patrick: High school, summer camp, and college/uni AUs. Even though I love the fact that they’re full-grown adults in the show, I love the younger versions of them in fic. They’re too cute! And they’re so good for each other. I also love love love AUs in which David is a supernatural creature or has a superpower. He’s already kind of magical in Patrick’s eyes, so making that even more of a things is really fun.
(The long AU I’m working on right now is one that maybe combines those two things...) 15. What makes you pick up a fic, what makes it sound interesting?
I always click on AUs and future fics. I appreciate a summary that shows a narrative arc. I’m a big fan of a complete story.
Thank you for asking, my friend!
[Ask me a question about my fic reading!]
#ask#roguebabyinyourstore#schitt's creek#carry on#wayward son#rainbow rowell#fangirl#fanfiction#fic recs#ask game
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Seven Wonders Part 5
As the weeks went on, it wasn't just the relationship of Y/N and Michael that grew. Those under the care of Miss Robichaux’s and Hawthorne were able to look past their differences and just be young together. While the witches undoubtedly knew their superiority in magic, they tried their best from picking fights with the warlocks on this topic. When they kept talks of Supremes or Alphas out of it, they all got along well for the most part.
The night of Y/N’s meeting with Myrtle and Cordelia, Myrtle was still not back and Cordelia had been summoned to whatever corner of the world had their attention in that moment. One of the girls had suggested that they all join in the parlor to hang out. With Cordelia and Myrtle having been summoned elsewhere, Zoe was in charge but Zoe wasn't one to hover. She and Kyle had gone out for the evening, knowing everyone was accounted for inside the walls of the school. She knew there were plenty of girls who would inform her should anyone go wandering off.
“Don't set anything on fire!” One of the girls laughed. Alex, one of Hawthorne’s newest had decided to exhibit his skills in pyrokinesis. Putting out his hand to face the cigarette in Y/N’s mouth.
“Wait,” Michael warned him, turning to Y/N, “Don't be dumb. If he fucks up, he's gonna burn your face”
Y/N chuckled as she shook her head, cigarette dangling from her lips, “He can do it. I can feel it. You gotta trust me,” she squeezed his hand. When Alex successfully lit the tip of the cigarette, everyone clapped as he dramatically took a bow. Y/N felt Michael's body release the tension he was holding throughout the spectacle.
“Why don't you show us something, Y/N?” Reagan said as she stood in the corner, arms crossed at her chest, “God knows you've spent so much time holed up in your room. You must be doing something up there,”
Sam laughed, “We all know what she's doing up there,” he nudged Michael's shoulder but Michael shook his head in disapproval as he pulled Y/N closer to his side.
Turning to look at Reagan, Y/N could sense her jealousy, “Why don't you be a good little witch and get us some more drinks?” She turned to the ashtray in front of her and dabbed out her cigarette.
“Why would I do anything for you?” She replied.
Y/N looked deep into her eyes before saying, “Or maybe you're tired. You're very tired and you want to go to bed,” she said in a smooth and authoritative tone Michael had never heard.
“I'm very tired and I want to go to bed. Goodnight everyone,” Reagan turned on her heels and they could hear her footsteps as she headed up to her room. A few laughs were heard about the room but Michael was only looking at Y/N.
Michael leaned down to Y/N's ear and whispered, “Not nice”
“Frenemies. What can you do?” She shrugged and laid her head against his shoulder.
Alex jumped up like he had the best idea of his life, “Okay, let's try something else. I did fire. What's everyone else got?” He looked around the room, “Michael? Sam? Anyone?”
Sam shook his head but Michael just looked to Y/N. She smiled and nodded, encouraging him to try. “What have we been practicing for?” She rationalized.
“Not for this,” he chuckled before giving her a quick peck. Standing, he took to the center of the room, “Alright. I'm not sure just yet so give me a second to think,” he looked to Y/N sitting in front of him. She was sitting forward, face leaning on her hands. She was looking at him like he could do anything in the world. He wasn't going to let her down.
He raised one hand in front of him, sweeping it up and over him before doing the same with the other. As he did, small snowflakes began to fall in the room. Everyone was in awe of him and when Y/N began to clap, he tried to push himself further.
“Maybe we could have a white Christmas in New Orleans,” a girl said.
Another boy nodded, “That would be nice,”
Y/N did not focus on the conversation but the heavier snowfall. The room’s temperature began to fall rapidly and soon enough everyone was shivering.
“Michael…” her tone concerned.
He did not seem to hear her or if he did, he did not respond. Wind whirled about the room, knocking over a few stray candles or frames. His eyes rolled back and he seemed to convulse in a way she'd never seen before. She quickly rose to stand by him.
“Michael, baby, stop” she put her hands on his chest but he did not. Quickly taking off her gloves, she placed both hands on either side of his face before being thrown back to the floor. It was only then he stopped. Eyes returning to their natural state, he wiped the blood that fell in small droplets from his nose.
“I'm sorry,” he spoke low, “I didn't know that was inside me,”
Everyone sat in shock and no one dared move aside from Sam who tried to help Y/N up from the floor. He made sure to hold her by her arms, refraining from touching her bare hands.
Michael looked down at the floor, picking up her gloves and handing them to her.
“Maybe we should call it a night,” Sara suggested.
Y/N nodded but did not tear her eyes from Michael who looked at her like a wounded puppy, “I think that's a good idea,” she wrapped her arm around his waist while he put his around her shoulder. She helped the shivering boy up the stairs and into the bathroom that adjoined her room.
“Sit,” she ordered as she turned on the shower to as hot as she thought he could stand it. She helped him out of his clothes that were still wet from the snow and had thin layers of frost in patches on the fabric. Michael didn't say anything, only watched her when she wasn't looking or averted her gaze when she was, “Get in,” she said once he was stripped bare.
As he stood under the scalding water, she began to pick up his clothes, tossing them in her hamper. Without a word, she left and returned with dry clothes from his room.
“Y/N,” he said just barely above a whisper.
She moved the curtain aside a bit, “Yeah?”
“I'm sorry,” he said. When she looked at him, she could see how upset he was. His face was red around his eyes and he looked like he had just received the scolding of a lifetime.
She shook her head, “I know that wasn't you. Don't apologize”
“Then who was it?” he asked, doubting her words. She didn't have anything to give him. She had nothing to say to reassure him because she wasn't sure what took over him in that moment or if it was simply more unfiltered power than he could handle. Michael reached his hand out to her and for a moment she almost said no. She took his wet hand and got in the shower, fully clothed. He pulled her against him, holding her as the hot water fell on them both. She stroked his back to soothe him and kept seeing the moment she was forced to the ground when she touched him. That mixed with his remorse was all there was to see.
Pulling back, he took her face in his hands, “I would never ever hurt you,” he state matter-of-factly.
“I know,” she smiled weakly.
Gently bringing her face closer to his, he kissed her with such fragility, as if any quick movement would cause her to break. They kissed this way, soft and loving, mouths moving together in perfect sync until the water got colder.
When they got out, she handed him a towel and left him to get dressed as she went to get her own clothes to change. When he came out of bathroom, he saw her at a small mirror on her dresser, brushing her wet hair.
“Can I stay?” He asked. When she looked back at him, he was rubbing his arm nervously. She smiled and motioned to the bed. When she climbed in beside him, he pulled her close enough that their noses touched and he rubbed small circles on her hip.
She wanted to ask him a million questions but she didn't think even he had the answers for what happened downstairs. If any more senior witch were there to see what had happened, she knew they'd disapprove. It didn't seem to come from the light. Not with the way he seemed to lose such control.
“Please tell me what you're thinking,” he raised his hand to stroke her cheek. His voice sounded needy and desperate, “You can yell at me if you want to”
She smiled sympathetically, “I don't want to yell at you. I'm genuinely not upset with you,” he scanned her eyes for evidence of a lie, “I just worry what will happen when Cordelia comes back,” He nodded and seemed to be thinking about it as well “Just rest for now,” she said as the threaded her hand through his damp hair and lightly scratched his scalp.
It was only after he fell asleep, that Y/N could finally rest. She thought she had seen something, a shadow, move in the darkness but she chalked it up to exhaustion and only moved closer to Michael before she fell asleep.
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shit my friends say
So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!
2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this! -“I’m big for an asian” -cockilicous -“His anal glands need milking” -fready flipper -FREADY FAPPER -daddy better make me choke -does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick -sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat -the sun looks like it’s gon vore you -bootyhole exploration -is megalovania sex music -i like to drink cock -cum is just genital snot -penis musk -Shid piz and farbt -Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up -Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken -I swallow boba like i swallow cum -I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee -eating banana with the banana peel -orang juce -father I want cheddar -don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is -breathing is just boneless vaping -get outta here juuling criminal -yall ever succ a dick for juul pods -unironically drawing miss piggy -“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅” -I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour -omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!! -bröther -I ate my sister -are you'd's't've kidding me? -oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn -My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter -Hamilton is best girl -get outta here you fuckin loyalist -what doesn’t cum have -drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage -I feel water. -“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?” -coochie hands gucci bands -just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo -toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum -y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper -how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society -If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid????? -laugh pussies -i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub -we have the same name because we are secretly the same person -what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy -why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together -why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises* -I want to drive a bus because I like busses -my shoe broke -why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating -i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs -(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people -oh bye mr music teacher -the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will. -DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N -"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse" -alert alert the toes are coming -you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬? -imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang -Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine -when you funny scream -"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations -the penguin from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan) -if white cheese exists is there black cheese -What’s rosum opossum -whale cum -dicko mode -(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS) -pennies more like penis amirite -It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat -the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona -everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese -big chungus is my dad -“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees” -I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed -mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s -This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans -it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women -im gonna say it again for the people in the back:
i eat bees -Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis -yort -uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu -It is I Teh gromc -The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house -the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time -answer my question or else i will establish sans porn -You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!! -birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises -THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL -consume ocean sauce -square up in judge judys court -half consumes ocean sauce -ice juce -frick stick -you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction -2019- -it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat -(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother -Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things?? -pls purify me -my toes are very succulent today -two succs having flex two succs having sex my muscles my muscles involuntarily checks -f u r r y , N a s h . -Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!! -Do you want cum on your nice shirt??? -it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt -cocc succ machine -I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU -I feel like i’m in a meat prison -hi you obese elephant -plant porn is just flowey porn -We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get -YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE
#shit my friends say#shitpost#please help me#sans#I guess???#theres a lot of sans sorry#too many about peepee#enjoy#please dont be offended#bees#thanos#so sorry
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Cyberverse watch! Episodes 1-10
EPISODE 1
Bee you are ADORABLE
The cartoons always seem to start off in the middle of a desert huh
Lmao this is mean but imagine if bee missed the ju-- OH NO I WAS JUST KIDDING BEE
BUMBLEBEE IM SO SORRY I WAS JUST KIDDING, I SHOULDN”T HAVE MADE THAT JOKE
Gosh I’m so glad Windblade seems like one of the main three, like, she’s one of the main people in the intro and everything
Oh man we’re getting right into the bakstory huh
THERE”S TINY PERCY
“We couldn’t be sure if it’d actually work” Windblade says as she jumps through it without any concern or sense of self-preservation
AW SHE HUGGED BEE Windblade is so cute
IS THAT...SKYWARP
It’s so hard to tell the seekers apart
AW MAN I LOVE WINDBLADE’S SWORD And I love that her wings are retractable that’s so cool
STINGER that’s a new ability for ol’ Bee
OH THAT”S THUNDERCRACKER alrighty, sorry bud, I always think you should be green for some reason
JEEZ LOUISE WINDBLADE THAT CORTICAL PSYCHIC PATCH
I wonder if Windblade is still a Cityspeaker in this show :O
oh ANNNND THAT”S THE END OF THAT EPISODE man I forgot they were only 11 minutes. Alright, what the heck, let’s do some more
EPISODE 2
Alright I’m pretty sure that pretty purple seeker isn’t Skywarp but idk what her name is yet
Aw grumpy Bee is cute
HER FANS JUST FLEW OFF???? WE’RE JUST PLAYING FAST AND LOOSE WITH THESE DESIGNS HUH I gotta say I’m a fan
“I’m going to create a distraction while you--” *camera zooms out to show Bee’s wandered off* I LOVE THEM
Yeah Windblade may not be a Cityspeaker in this series but she’s definitely a babysitter lmao, poor gal
OH SHE IS A CITYSPEAKER THAT”S AWESOME I wasn’t sure if they’d keep that part of her backstory :’) I’m so glad
Awww they hugged again :’)))) Windblade and Bee’s friendship is so cute!!
AAWW AND AGAIN!!! GOSH I LOVE THEM “We were friends once” “We still are” WEEPS!!!!
EPISODE 3
Windblade: BUMBLEBEE STOP DRIVING SO BADLY IM TRYING TO MONOLOGUE
Windblade: I’m going to plug into your brain with this cortical psychic patch and access your memories Bumblebee: I don’t believe this woman’s ever gone to medical school
Lmao way to sum things up Bee
TRIFORCE CUBE ALLSPARK
I wonder if the Allspark swallowed up / locked away his memories AH and as soon as I started typing that some weird glowing stuff started happening lmao
Ah and there’s Starscream, the dork
Man had Saling not warned me about Peter Cullen not voicing Optimus I would’ve been totally caught off-guard by that. Man, I hope Mr. Cullen is doing ok
I DON”T KNOW WHY BUT MEGATRON SAYING “AHAHA OPTIMUS PRIME” MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD
STARSCREAM TOOK OFF HIS WINGS AND THREW THEM WTF
LMAO SHE JUST TRIPPED HIM OFF A LEDGE #Get rekt Starscream
SCARY LADY WHO THE HECK IS THAT
SOUNDWAVE
MY BOY!!! IT”S HIM THERE HE IS!!! I JUST GASPED
SOUNDWAVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! YOU”RE DOING SO GOOD
OH MAN AND HE CAN TALK???? SOUNDWAVE BABY BOY!!!!!
OUCH poor Optimus
Optimus: Good thing I was a pitcher in my middle school’s football league *chucks Allspark through the space bridge*
EPISODE 4
That Allspark looks so much like a dice....I wonder what would happen if they rolled a nat 20 on it lmao
GRIMLOCK??????
WHEELJACK?????
lmao wheeljack looks like such a dork I love him
OH MY GOSH IS THAT CHROMIA??? SCREW THESE GUYS, THERE”S MY GIRL!!!!
Lmao I love that Windblade’s essentially “Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories”-ing Bee’s memories
Optimus: Meet back here in 20 astrocycles Grimlock: Sure thing! *whispers to bee* What the heck is an astrocycle Bee: *Shrugs*
Bee: I don’t know, but this place is the pits I LOVE HIM?????
It’s so weird hearing “intellectual” Grimlock lmaooo
Bee: *grumbles* Optimus would’ve thought that was a funny joke YOU ARE PRECIOUS
Optimus: Bee, watch your footing, the ground is starting to shake Bee: Thank you for that wonderful observation, Captain Obvious
Those bugs are making such cute sounds as they attack them that’s so cute
Aw Optimus, you’re such a good guy, what a sweetheart
Dang, they have a lot of autobots on that ship
UH THEY SHOULD LEAVE AT LEAST ONE PERSON AWAKE
EPISODE 5
Aw man the snow and mountain background in this episode look so pretty
WHY IS BEE HOLDING A GOAT SO CUTE
Bee: They were very kind. They took me in as one of their own WHY! ARE! YOU! SO! PRECIOUS!!!!!
Windblade: You want a what? What is a food processor? THEY”RE SO CUTE!!! GOSH I LOVE THEM
oh man the backgrounds on this show are absolutely beautiful
Man, you know what it’s so frickin cool that Windblade’s essentially the main character of the show (plus Bee, but mostly her) :’)
“I thought they left all the useless bots on Cybertron” “Clearly not, if you’re here” OH SNAP
Bee’s just sitting on the ship watching bad human TV while Windblade’s off risking her life lmao, I love him
Slipstream is such a moron, why would you throw a flier off a CLIFF
SHE”S A FLIER
I love how Windblade says “Ugh, I was attacked” as if it’s just an inconvenience and not a huge deal
EPISODE 6
OHHH IS THIS GLADIATOR MEGATRON
YEAHHHH IT IS
AHHHHHH BEE HIGH-FIVED SHOCKWAVE, THAT”S SO CUTE I was wondering what the context was behind that
OH MAN THERE’S ARCEE AND RATCHET
AHHH AND THERE”S SOUNDWAVE They’re all standing beside him!
MEGATRON JUST SAID “TIL ALL ARE ONE” IM CRACKING UP
Optimus: I do not intend to start a fight Bee: What if he doesn’t listen? Optimus: He will listen to me 8′((((( and so it begins </3
Lmao also: Optimus: I don’t intend to start a fight Optimus two seconds later: *chucks a bot*
OH MAN SHOCKWAVE LOOKS SO INTIMIDATING I LOVE THAT
“The file clerk is here to air his grievances” OHH it’s interesting to see what sort of backstory they’re giving Optimus in this universe
Megatron: You are wasting your time Optimus: It is never a waste of time to speak to an old friend I AM CLUTCHING MY CHEST, YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME RN
GOSH THIS IS THE MOST DRAMATIC BREAKUP EVER THIS IS KILLING ME IM SO SAD
That one lady Decepticon: *grabs onto Bee and flips him over her head* Me: *CONFLICTED HEART EYE EMOJI????*
SOUNDWAVE!!! IM LOVE YOU!!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!
GOSH I AM RENDERED INCAPABLE OF COHERENT THOUGHT OR SPEECH WHEN HE COMES ONSCREEN
Bee: Megatron may have torn out my voicebox, but he can’t keep me from talking. I love to talk! Talk talk talk talk.... Windblade: *laughs* Shut up! *weeps into my hands* This friendship is so wholesome
EPISODE 7
AW Decepticon ships have pong on their ships that’s adorable
What is the deal with this cube...is it a person....
AW IS THIS THEIR FIRST MEETING, THAT”S SO ADORABLE, gosh, what a dorky way for Windblade and Bee to meet
IT”S A SPORT OH MY GOSHHHH that’s amazing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any sort of Cybertronian sports, that’s so cool! I always wondered what kind of sports / games they’d be into
lmao Starscream is so unimpressed with Windblade for liking the game
Ahh Windblade’s taller than him! That’s so cool!
LMAO Bee: You seem different. You’re not like other jets
GOSH THIS EPISODE IS LITERALLY MEAN GIRLS BUT WITH GIANT ROBOTS THIS IS HILARIOUS
Lmao yeah Starsream, because no one’s going to notice the cube is suddenly red instead of blue
AW NEITHER OF THEM REMEMBER HOW TO PLAY CUBE that’s adorable
EPISODE 8
Ugh, there really aren’t any good places to watch episode 8 so I’m watching it all broken up
YO VELOCITRON EXISTS IN THIS UNIVERSE NICEEEE It’s so cool seeing the colony planets!!
YO VELOCITRON LOOKS SO C
OH MY GOSH THERE’S HOT ROD!!!! I LOVE HIM OH MY GOSH BLURR IS HERE TOO!!!!
HOT ROD!!!! RODDY!!! YOU SOUND SO CUTE I LOVE YOU!!!!
Wait wtf is that evil wheeljack??? WHO IS THAT oh wait Plague of Rust??? that doesn’t sound great
“HOT DOG”
I really like Bee’s voice ahhhh he got such a great voice actor
Hot Rod and Blurr’s banter is so fun, that’s really great, and Bee’s like an excitable little kid!!! I love him!!!!
Blurr you stupid twunk, you gotta get out of there THAT RUST IS SPREADING SO FAST
OH NO HIS WHEEL GOT SOME RUST ON IT
OH SHOOT THEY’RE REALLY GONNA KILL BLURR HUH
DANG DUDE WELL OK THEN
EPISODE 9
Nicccce good friends sparring
WHO IS THIS CREEPY MULTIPLE EYED GIRL oh her name is Shadow Striker
*MEANINGFUL SILENCE AT THE WAY THEY STRUNG OPTIMUS UP*
“Ugh, I don’t even like being alone in the room with him” “I don’t like being left alone with you!” LMAO
Bee is so cute, he’s trying to psych himself up
LMAO THE GUARDS ARE TALKING ABOUT THEIR PREFERENCES AND THEIR BOSS that’s so cute what losers
AW MAN I thought Bumblebee was gonna hug Optimus that would’ve been cute
There’s so many seekers in this series!
Man I wasn’t sure what I’d think of Cyberverse but I’m really enjoying myself! It’s such a cute heartwarming show!
...I say, right as Shadow Striker attempts to do a murder / suicide thing with Bumblebee
“What’s your problem with me?!” I MEAN YOU DID BLOW HER UP BUMBLEBEE, CAN YOU BLAME HER FOR BEING MAD
EPISODE 10
Epic space battle!
BEE YOU DON”T HAVE A SPACE-FARING ALT MODE WHAT ARE YOU DOING
MACCADAMS
THAT”S...DEFINITELY NOT HOW I THOUGHT THAT WAS PRONOUNCED
RIP buff Rung theory, you will be sorely missed
RATCHET!!! GOSH HE DOES SOUND LIKE A WEIRD NEW YORKER that’s an interesting take on his voice! I wonder how they decided on that
SOUNDWAVE!!! SOUNDWAVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WOULD DIE FOR YOU!!! AND HE EVEN HAS BACKUP DANCERS!!! Of course the crowd is going wild for him
AW MEGATRON AND OPTIMUS *whispers* datenight
WHEELJACK AND SHOCKWAVE AW THAT”S SO CUTE They’re both dorky science nerds / proud papas to the shocklets and OH MY GOSH DID SHOCKWAVE JUST LAUGH THAT”S SO CUTE
Gosh I love seeing the bots talking about sports that’s adorable
MACCADAM IS TALKING ABOUT THE FUTURE goshhh. I still see buff Rung but actually getting to meet Maccadam is pretty neat
DEADLOCK AHHH aw he’s so timid!! I love him :’)
CHROMIA!!! I LOVE HER!!! And aww she’s making the same argument she does in the comic
OH NO DEADLOCK POOR GUY what a sweetheart, he’s just out here doing his best
YOOOO MACCADAM THAT”S SICK AS HELL, IM SCREAMING
THIS DUDE DEFINITELY TAKES AFTER HIS PAPA RUNG
I need to draw Mac and Rung together, I NEED to see them hanging out
“To friendship” AW THAT”S SO PRECIOUS GOSHHHH
I CAN”T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF THIS SHOW I LOVE IT
#i talk#primordial robot hell#I'm watching Transformers#cyberverse spoiler#Idk if I need to tag for that#MAN I WENT FROM ''hmm this show seems nice'' to ''THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER''#I'm watching Cyberverse
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LMAO THE WAY I JUST HAD TO COPY AND PASTE OVER WHAT I TAGGED YESTERDAY. LOVE IT 😭 LOVE YOU. I'VE LITERALLY HAD WHAT I WROTE BELOW THE CUT IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LIKE YESTERDAY NIGHT <3
“James, it’s getting bad and I need to get to work tomorrow. And you know that the sidewalks have to be clear…”“I told you after the game,” James responds, not even looking up from the television. The commercial blares in their living room, the smell of snow and Ice Melt stinging her nose, but not as much as her heart aches at James’ dismissal.
BOY OH BOY I HATE THIS MAN MORE THAN I HATE CARROTS
“You look cold,” Y/N says, walking through the short yard for the scarf, “Here, Spencer,” she says, wrapping the warm scarf around his neck.“Thank you, Y/N. It’s well made” Spencer says, turning to brush off her car with his ice scraper, “I know how to knit too,”
😭😭😭he can knit???? man of my dreams tbh. ugh he's so sweet.
“You’re having a baby? You and your husband, I mean,” Spencer asks, a hidden layer of something that Y/N can’t quite read flashing before his eyes.
MANZ HAS BABY FEVER. i'm swooning.
It might sound a little ridiculous, but it wasn’t until she watched him sleep for a second time that Y/N realized how beautiful Spencer really is. His hair is magnificent. With golden strands littered in between a warm brown. She knows how soft it is, but finds herself wanting to touch it again, just to make sure.
yes he is gorgeous. i wanna wake up next to him 😭
“I didn’t do any research either. I just went into the store and picked the most expensive one. James would have had a fit. I think it’s some kind of cathartic release doing things that would piss him off,”
good for her tbh, brush off the nasty james. treat yourself 😌
“Right,” Spencer says, bringing her back to Earth. “I don’t think I’ve been called cute since I was like 5 and that was my mother,” his cheeks turn red and his eyes meet Y/N’s in something that could only be described as bashful.“You are cute,” she says, feeling a need to fill the silence before she says something about last night that shep ppl ���ll end up regretting, even if it’s the truth.
STOP HER CALLING HIM CUTE. MY BRAIN CANNOT COMPUTE, IT IS ACTUALLY OVERLOADING. I LOVE HER AND HIM SO MUCH. PUT A WRENCH THROUGH MY HEART I AM DECEASED.
Spencer’s head inches closer and closer to Y/N’s. His hands dragging up her arm, the warmth from his palms burning her bare skin. He’s going to kiss her. He’s going to kiss her and they’re not even drunk. They’re not even seeking revenge against their ex-spouses.
ACHEIVEMENT UNLOCKED: TRUE FEELINGS HAVE BEEN UNEARTHED. EVERYONE, GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND GET READY FOR THE WONDERFUL RELATIONSHIP ABT TO BLOOM RN
She moves about the kitchen, getting Aster’s breakfast ready as Spencer stares intently at the coffee pot. Aster babbles happily in her highchair, looking around at the kitchen with wonder and awe. Spencer glances over to her, clearly interested. It’s amusing. From block parties, Y/N knows that Spencer is good with babies and children. He’d usually have a gaggle of children swarming him as he performed magic trick after magic trick.
MAGICIAN SPENCER AKSNDJASNFJNAOSJNFDAKSJNFKASN
“I’m innocent, innocent of that at least,” Spencer says with a somber smile, “I did things I’m not proud of, Y/N. Terrible, terrible things to survive. And, you know, sometimes I wonder if it was worth it all,” Spencer finishes, thanking her silently for the cup of steaming coffee she hands him.
i'm ? tearing up?
It happens in half a second, maybe less. Spencer, just as he’s about reply, comes tumbling down the ladder. Luckily, he’s only barely a foot off the ground. Unluckily, when you’re over 6 feet tall and as gangly as a teenager, any kind of fall is hard and fast.“Ooof,” Spencer says, steadying himself on the nearest “thing”, which just happens to be Y/N’s waist. His hands, in his attempt to catch himself, lifted her shirt a bit from her hips leaving some skin exposed.
STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT NOW I AM DYING I AM CRYING I AM SCREAMING I AM SCREECHING HE FELL AND CAUGHT HER I AM NOT ALIVE RIGHT NOW PLZ HOLD AND COME BACK IN A COUPLE OF YEARS.
When he kisses her it’s not like any kiss she’s ever received....“You matter to me,” Spencer whispers, leaning back in for a kiss. Y/N catches his self assured smirk as she giggles into his mouth, kissing her again, but this time in the daylight.
AH AH AH AH AH I AM LOSING MYSELF TO THESE PPL AND TO YOU ROSIE. GODAMMIT I AM DYING BECAUSE OF YOU AND IT IS MAKING ME VV SAD. PLEASE HELP ME IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL TO WRITE SUCH A MASTERPIECE. AND THAT'S ON PERIODT.
overall:
this was such a wonderful fic to get through and i'm so happy and sad that we're nearing the end of this incredible series. i rlly enjoyed reading this whole thing and being able to watch your genuis-self write all these amazing words and put them onto (you know i was gonna say paper but it's not really paper but i don't know what else to call it so we're gonna go with it lmao), paper. you are so incredibly talented, rosie. i love this, and most importantly, ily <3
Tying to Me — Part IV
Summary: Band-aids don't fix bulletholes, but kind eyes and even kinder acts might just mend broken hearts.
Content Warning: References to their hookup, a kiss, running themes of infidelity
Word Count: 4300
Author’s Note: I am so sorry for this taking a very long time! I hope to have the last part out soon! Thank you to @reidslibrarybook for proofreading this & quelling my anxieties. I love you so much dude. The italics denotes a flashback, roughly two years before the start of the story.
Series Masterlist | Part III
PART IV — My Pain Fits in The Palm of Your Freezing Hand
The snow didn’t seem to want to let up. From midnight to well into the following afternoon the snow blanketed her small front yard, covering the sidewalks and street of the suburban little street. It was mostly a quiet neighborhood; people kept to themselves for the most part. The Millers, an elderly couple who lived to the left, were particularly quiet. The wife, Zelda, had a very successful garden and handed out homegrown vegetables every summer, even if she was a little bit of a recluse Her husband, Alan, was even more secluded than his wife. To the right lived the Reids. The wife, she hardly ever sees. If she remembers correctly, Y/N thinks the husband’s name is Stephen or Spencer, she’s not too sure, works odd hours too. They’ll wave tiredly as they pass in the driveway, him leaving for work, but her coming home from her frim. If the neighborhood gossip is correct, he’s an FBI agent of sorts.
The quiet neighborhood seemed even quieter as the snow fell and fell. It was so quiet out there that Y/N could swear she could hear each snowflake drop. Her face stung from the cold, but her hands burned from wearing her old woolen mittens. Looking into the house, the television flickered through the window. Sighing to herself, Y/N walked back to the house, tapping the snow off her boots as she opened the door, finding James exactly where she left him: drinking and watching the game.
“Honey,”
“Honey,”
“James” she says, finally grabbing his attention with a clipped tone, “I need help,”
“After the game,”
“James, it’s getting bad and I need to get to work tomorrow. And you know that the sidewalks have to be clear…”
“I told you after the game,” James responds, not even looking up from the television. The commercial blares in their living room, the smell of snow and Ice Melt stinging her nose, but not as much as her heart aches at James’ dismissal.
“Fine,” Y/N says, turning on her heel and grabbing her shovel, “It’s just that it’s not letting up and I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning—”
“After the game,”
The cold air feels refreshing against her face. She tears off the scarf she has wrapped around her neck. Maybe it’s James’, maybe it’s hers. They’ve been together so long that she’s not sure if things are hers or his or theirs anymore. Recently it’s seemed like it’s been more divided than united.
Shouldering herself, Y/N scoops up a pile of snow in the shovel, tossing it into the yard. Working out in the cold, as the snow falls gracefully into place, is probably the most peace she’s gotten in months. Maybe it’s James’ inability to acknowledge their partnership that makes her feel like she’s drowning. No, maybe not drowning, not yet at least, maybe more like treading water. Barely keeping her head above the waves.
“Hey, neighbor,”
Startled by the voice, and maybe hoping that it’s James more than she’d like, Y/N turns to the sound. It’s her neighbor to the right, Stephen or Spencer. He looks younger than he actually is, with rosy cheeks from the cold and wild hair from the wind. He has a shovel in hand as he smiles at her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, Y/N,” he says, “It’s Dr. Reid, I mean, Spencer from next door. Bec and I just moved in a couple months ago so we didn’t really have time to introduce ourselves. I saw you out here alone so I thought I’d help,”
Spencer, she thinks, leaving a note in her brain to not forget his name or his kind eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispers, unable to find her voice, “I really appreciate that, Spencer,”
He doesn’t respond, just smiling a kind of straight lipped smile that’s strangely endearing. Y/N wonders if he can see the television flickering in the window or if the pain in her eyes shows too much about her drowning, treading marriage. Even if he can tell, Spencer doesn’t show it. He nods and starts to shovel.
“You look cold,” Y/N says, walking through the short yard for the scarf, “Here, Spencer,” she says, wrapping the warm scarf around his neck.
“Thank you, Y/N. It’s well made” Spencer says, turning to brush off her car with his ice scraper, “I know how to knit too,”
“Oh, I made that old thing years ago,” Y/N says, “I can’t remember if it’s James’ or mine. Well it’s more mine, because James thinks it’s hideous. But I’m trying to make Aster a one for her when she comes,” she finishes, patting her lower stomach out of habit as she talks.
“You’re having a baby? You and your husband, I mean,” Spencer asks, a hidden layer of something that Y/N can’t quite read flashing before his eyes.
“Yes, I’m due in 4 months,” Y/N says, smiling as she talks, “She’s been such an easy baby so far”
“You shouldn’t be out here,” Spencer says, “it’s too cold for you, and you should be resting,”
When she looks back on this for years to come, Y/N will swear to herself that it’s the cold that makes her eyes sting. Glancing downward, she refuses to meet Spencer’s eyes, no matter how kind they seem to be.
“I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning,” Y/N says, “and I need the snow to be cleared. If I’m not going to do it who will,”
“Me,”
“I can’t—” Y/N says, feeling her voice catch in her throat. Standing out there in the cold with Spencer’s red cheeks and kind eyes looking back at her, she’s never felt so small, “You are very kind, Spencer, but I’m not going inside,”
“Alright, so tell me about your baby,” he says, making her chuckle as she swallows her tears— and pride.
They don’t say much as they work. Maybe he prefers the quiet too, being alone with their thoughts is peaceful in a way. When he finishes, Spencer waves goodbye, brushing off her 'thank yous' like her husband should have brushed off the snow from their cars.
Normally, she hates the sunlight on her face. It gives her a headache. But right now, with the heavy weight of an arm around her upper half and the warmth of his head buried in her neck, Y/N swears she can learn to love it. Spencer’s patterned breathing threatens to lull her asleep again. She’s so tired that she just might take the offer, but she knows that Aster will be crying shortly.
It might sound a little ridiculous, but it wasn’t until she watched him sleep for a second time that Y/N realized how beautiful Spencer really is. His hair is magnificent. With golden strands littered in between a warm brown. She knows how soft it is, but finds herself wanting to touch it again, just to make sure. Even though she can’t see his eyes, she knows exactly that they are deep brown, sometimes green. And his hands. They are so strong and sturdy, yet they are soft and gentle. Y/N can tell that his goodness radiates out from his hands. He extended them to her last night like a lifeline.
Y/N does a double check, making sure they both have their clothes on. It’s not that she doesn’t want to sleep with Spencer, or that when they did sleep together it was awful. It’s the opposite. She just really rather not sleep with him when she’s crying over James and a bottle of red wine.
Spencer sturs next to her. He slept like a rock, holding her tightly as they dreamed side by side. Y/N wonders if he’ll stay for breakfast, or if he’ll sneak out like she did. Spencer moves his hand up her torso, his hand slipping under her shirt. His fingertips skim across her bare skin. She can hardly breathe. His hands are so warm and she’s starved for them. He must still be sleeping because his movements are too uncoordinated for him to be awake.
Or not.
“Did you sleep well?” Spencer asks, his voice gravely with sleep. It’s an addictive sound, “Your bed is much more comfortable than mine. It’s actually proven by sleep scientists that a supportive mattress correlates with general well being. Sleep is one of the most important things you can do for your health….Sorry, am I rambling-”
“Yes, but it’s cute,” she says, reaching forward to brush the stray hair that falls across his forehead, “I didn’t do any research either. I just went into the store and picked the most expensive one. James would have had a fit. I think it’s some kind of cathartic release doing things that would piss him off,”
Like sleeping with Spencer. And enjoying it. Enjoying it too much. The restraint in his voice telling her more than the exact words ever could. Sitting up in her bed, Y/N covers her hand over Spencer’s. The drunken memories of last night come rushing back, as does the embarrassment of practically begging him to sleep with her again.
“Right,” Spencer says, bringing her back to Earth. “I don’t think I’ve been called cute since I was like 5 and that was my mother,” his cheeks turn red and his eyes meet Y/N’s in something that could only be described as bashful.
“You are cute,” she says, feeling a need to fill the silence before she says something about last night that she’ll end up regretting, even if it’s the truth.
Spencer sits up, still wearing his clothes from the night before. His shirt is wrinkled and his pants have creases in them from sleeping in them, but nothing is as messy as his hair. Oddly, it suits him. His messy hair, wild and unruly, makes him look more peaceful in a strange way. She’s thinking too much about his hair; about her fingers in his hair.
She casts her gaze down, avoiding his gentle eyes for his hands that bunch some of her sheet. Which, in hindsight, isn’t the best choice. His hands, like nearly every part of him, are distracting in all the wrong ways.
“I’m sorry about last night,” she mumbles. She had too much to drink last night, drunk called Spencer and nearly begged him to sleep with her again, “It’s not like me. I don’t want you to think of me like that. Well, not not like that. But you know, not all sad and drunk and crying and begging you to sleep with me. What I am trying to say, Spencer, is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for taking advantage of you, you’re hurting too,”
“You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N,” Spencer says, his voice telling her that he believes what he says. He makes her look him in the eyes, holding her chin up with his fingertips, “We all have our moments that we’re not proud of. You’re strong, smart and an amazing mother. I think you’re incredible,” he says, his hands moving over to yours. They are warm and his palms are soft. His skin against his is bad, but not nearly as bad as the kind words he whispers.
He can’t whisper those wonderful things as he’s basking in the sunlight, wrapped in her sheets. He can’t say those things and not expect her to call him up again, but completely sober. Then again, part of her wonders if Spencer’s also starved for kind words and soft lips to kiss. She wonders how long it’s been for him to feel safe and cared for. Has it been as long as it’s been for her? It’s a strange comfort knowing that Spencer is all too familiar with lonely gray nights and the empty feeling of very being enough for the one person who’s enough for you.
“I think you’re pretty incredible too, neighbor,” she says, her voice coming out more raspy than she intended. Maybe it’s because she’s holding back. She’s holding back because she’s terrified; terrified of moving on and getting hurt again. Or hurting Spencer. Or Aster. There’s a lot swimming around in her head and it’s near impossible to concentrate on anything when Spencer holds her hand and rubs his thumb against her skin.
Spencer’s head inches closer and closer to Y/N’s. His hands dragging up her arm, the warmth from his palms burning her bare skin. He’s going to kiss her. He’s going to kiss her and they’re not even drunk. They’re not even seeking revenge against their ex-spouses.
It’s almost comical.
Aster, with the best timing in the world, screams from her bedroom. Y/N jumps from the bed like she was struck by lightning. Her startled reaction nearly causes Spencer to topple over in the bed, but he, rather ungracefully, catches himself before he falls onto the floor.
“I’m so sorry. It’s just, Aster and-” she stammers, rushing out the bedroom. She doesn’t stick around to see Spencer’s pink tinged cheeks or his huff of disappointment. Spencer, nodding awkwardly, waves her off, understanding completely, because of course he does.
Once she’s in Aster’s room, Y/N smiles, leaving her embarrassment and anxiety in her bedroom. Aster, a generally happy baby, cries in her crib. Seeing her mother, she tries to stand up, holding onto the bars before falling onto the small mattress with a thump. She smiles gleefully, entertained by herself.
“Oh no!” Y/N says happily, her voice raising a couple octaves in the way it does when she’s around Aster, “Are you hungry, baby? Are you hungry?”
Aster laughs delightfully, raising her hands and practically demanding for Y/N to pick her up. She scoops her up, balancing her on her hip as she bounds down the stairs. Aster looks around at the pictures on the wall, some of Y/N and her mom, her sister and Aster, and even some with Aster and James. Y/N wanted to make their house without James seem as much like home as it could for Aster.
Walking into the kitchen, Y/N doesn’t expect to find Spencer opening the cabinets. Aster coos happily on her hip, excited to have a guest in the morning. Usually it’s Liz, but Spencer’s familiar enough for her to recognize him.
“I thought I’d make you coffee,” Spencer says, “You know, as you’re getting Aster ready,” he adds, nodding towards the tin of coffee grounds he brought out from the cabinets.
“That’s very sweet of you,” she whispers, disliking how much she’s taken aback by the kind gesture. She can’t remember the last time someone made her coffee to make her morning run a little smoother. Y/N isn’t exactly sure what her relationship with Spencer is, especially after last night, but it doesn’t seem fair to compare him to James. There’s history with James. Murky, complex, difficult history. But history nonetheless.
“It’s nothing,” Spencer says, “I know from JJ, my friend, how busy mornings are.” He tosses some coffee grounds into the coffee pot, along with some tap water. He moves around the tiny kitchen like he somehow knows where everything is already, “I also wanted to apologize for this morning. It was inappropriate to try to kiss you. I know you’re still reeling from James,”
“Spencer, you’re not the one that drunk called last night. And maybe we can just forget about what happened this morning,” she asks, the embarrassment of wanting him to kiss her, but the guilt of moving on too soon bubbles to the surface. As it seems, there’s no right answer for getting over a heartbreak.
She moves about the kitchen, getting Aster’s breakfast ready as Spencer stares intently at the coffee pot. Aster babbles happily in her highchair, looking around at the kitchen with wonder and awe. Spencer glances over to her, clearly interested. It’s amusing. From block parties, Y/N knows that Spencer is good with babies and children. He’d usually have a gaggle of children swarming him as he performed magic trick after magic trick.
“She won’t bite, you know,” Y/N says, teasing Spencer as she puts a small bowl of cereal on Aster’s tray. She grabs the cereal, pushing into her mouth hungerly. He watches her with a smile, pulling a seat next to the high chair.
“It’s been a while since we’ve had a baby at the BAU,” Spencer says, “Michael is JJ's youngest. I haven’t been around him as long as I’ve been around with Henry. She’s such a fun age right now,” he continues, “But I was in jail, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, Y/N. So I missed out on a lot of good memories,”
“I heard,”
“I’m innocent, innocent of that at least,” Spencer says with a somber smile, “I did things I’m not proud of, Y/N. Terrible, terrible things to survive. And, you know, sometimes I wonder if it was worth it all,” Spencer finishes, thanking her silently for the cup of steaming coffee she hands him.
“Spencer, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near Aster if I didn’t think you were anything but a wonderfully kind and gentle man. We’ve all been through bad times, you more than most, but it’s okay to hurt from them. To still be confused by them. Someone really smart told me we all have our moments that we aren’t proud of,”
She doesn’t want to let herself get swept away by his boyish smile that peeks out from underneath his sleepless eye bags, yet she finds herself reaching out to squeeze his hand three times. It seems like a lot of their interactions can happen without words. Spencer’s eyes, kind and bright, are a more fulfilling kind of temptation. Sitting there with Aster babbling in the high chair spilling Cheerios on the floor and hot coffee in their hands all Y/N could think of is how sweet it would have been if it had been Spencer all along.
“You’re a very good person, Y/N,” Spencer whispers, his voice cracking as he continues. He doesn’t let go of her hand, something tells her that he needs to hold it to remind him he’s still fighting, “Not maybe people can handle my quirks, my past, and me if I’m being honest,”
“That’s their loss,”
Spencer chuckles, trying his best to keep himself together as Y/N stands next to him sitting on the kitchen chair. She can see his old house, now empty, from the kitchen. It’s as if that night that changed everything had never happened. The two houses still look the same. Her’s blue with gray shutters and Spencer’s yellow with white shutters. Their lawns are covered with flowers and a tall tree in the corner. Everything looks the same, while everything has changed. She would never have thought that it would take losing everything to find herself again.
Just as Y/N’s about to ask Spencer if he’d want to take a walk to the local diner for breakfast, the kitchen light flickers. In an attempt to keep her cool, Y/N closes her eyes in frustration.
“Damnit,” she mutters, under her breath as she leaves Spencer’s side. Her hand feels strangely cool without his skin pressed up against her skin. She never thought she could crave someone’s touch like she craves Spencer’s, “I’m going to literally–”
“Do you need help with something?” Spencer says, standing up. He follows Y/N’s line of sight to the flickering light fixture on the ceiling, “Oh, I got that,” he adds, “I’ll need a screwdriver to open the fixture and maybe we’ll need to screw the bulb in a bit tighter. If not, I’ll take a ride to the hardware store and get a new lightbulb for you,”
Spencer has a nervous habit of licking his lips when nervous. He does it now, staring at her as her brain tries to process someone doing something for her. The last thing she wants, as they stand so close, is to be distracted by his lips.
“You’d do that? You’d do that for me?” Y/N asks, knowing it’s useless to hide her shock from someone as observant as Spencer, “I mean, you don’t have to do that Spencer. It’s been like that for months, maybe years. You don’t want to know how many times I’ve asked James to fix it for me. I mean, you don’t have to do it, Spencer. I don’t want you to go out of your way for me,”
“I’d love to–”
“I’m sure you’re busy–”
“I have the day off,” he replies, waving off her protest as he sips the coffee, “This coffee is excellent by the way. Where’s the ladder?”
“Left closet down the hall,” Y/N answers, sitting back down in the chair as she watches Spencer walk off down the hall. She rubs her thumb across the corner of Aster’s mouth, wiping off the crumbs from the Cheerios. Aster giggles as she tosses the cereal over the tray and onto the ground.
“Silly girl,” Y/N says, picking up the pieces as Spencer comes back into the room with the ladder.
“It’s really fine, Spencer. I’m sure I can figure it out–”
“Y/N,” Spencer says, the firm way he says her name catching her off guard, “I like doing things for you. I can tell you’re not used to it, so get used to it,” he says, his charming smile leaving her too flustered to respond.
“Fine,” Y/N says, pretending that this whole thing is more of a favor to Spencer than to her, “At least hand me the cap so it doesn’t fall on your head,” she adds, taking the fixture from his hands and placing it on the table.
Spencer’s quiet as he works, tightening the light bulb in it’s socket. Like magic, it flickers once and finally illuminates to it’s full brightness. Letting a yelp of joy, Y/N jumps up, nearly knocking Spencer off the ladder. He starts to climb down, carefully putting each foot in the rung below as he descends. Y/N, despite her eager celebration at the working light, notices Spencer’s smile.
“Thank you,” Y/N says, reaching up to hug Spencer as he stands on the first rung, balancing carefully, “I know I could have done it myself, or gotten Liz over here, but it’s just–”
“You wanted someone to do something nice for you” Spencer says. She ignores the way his breath hitches when she rests her head against his body, choosing to push away the way her entire body aches for him, aches from someone to love her, “I like doing nice things for the people that matter to me,”
“I matter to you?” she asks, hating the way her voice sounds like a meak wallflower. She never was shy around people when it came to romantic interactions. If she could even call what she has with Spencer romantic, or rather, if they have anything at all.
It happens in half a second, maybe less. Spencer, just as he’s about reply, comes tumbling down the ladder. Luckily, he’s only barely a foot off the ground. Unluckily, when you’re over 6 feet tall and as gangly as a teenager, any kind of fall is hard and fast.
“Ooof,” Spencer says, steadying himself on the nearest “thing”, which just happens to be Y/N’s waist. His hands, in his attempt to catch himself, lifted her shirt a bit from her hips leaving some skin exposed. Spencer’s large hands cover the expanse of her bare skin. His hands are warm, warmer than her already warm skin. He grips tightly and she’s not sure if it’s because he wants to or because he has to. Spencer’s face, in the fifteen seconds that it lasts, is so close to her face that she can see the small wrinkles in the creases of his eyes. Spencer has beautiful eyes, kind eyes. And warm hands, very warm, very big hands that are brushing up against her skin–
His face is getting closer, much closer. Crows feet. That’s what the lines in the corners of his eyes are called. Whatever they're called, they look beautiful on him. As his face grows closer, Y/N knows that he’s going to kiss her and she’s going to let him. Even if they both have morning breath and Aster’s throwing cereal at the ground.
When he kisses her it’s not like any kiss she’s ever received. Her husband used to kiss her with excitement, but soon that morphed into a chore. The first time Spencer kissed her it was hungry, mainly teeth with an undercurrent of anger rushing through both their veins. But now, Spencer kisses her like he’ll do it for the rest of his life. His hands, much to her disappointment, leave her the bare skin of her hips for her cheeks. Spencer holds her, keeping her steady as he catches her bottom lip between his lips. Pulling gently, Y/N chokes down a whimper and feels a shudder travel from her head to her toes.
Just as she feels his hands make their way to the back of her head, Spencer pulls away. He rests his head against her forehead, his eyes studying her face like he wants to commit her to memory.
“You matter to me,” Spencer whispers, leaning back in for a kiss. Y/N catches his self assured smirk as she giggles into his mouth, kissing her again, but this time in the daylight.
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I was tagged by the wonderful libra mutual @sarcasticjuiceboxes but I was sooo lazy to make it and it took me more than a week to answer you, I’m so sorry. So I’m just gonna post here the games you tagged me in, and thanks btw 💕 you’re the best and I’m here just being so lazy, sorry again :/ plus, i’m gonna divide the games into sections so it wont be confunsing.
1. what’s your biggest fear? Living without being able to make my dreams come true
2. if you could be a master chef at any one dish, what would it be? Idk I think it would be probably some fancy pasta so I could choose the best red wine to drink with.
3. you’re on a really bad date… how do you get out of it? Dating? What? lmao but I’d prob do like Laura said too, try to make it more fun or I would just look into my phone and find some excuse to just go like oh my dog needs me bye
4. what’s your favorite type of cookie? I don’t think I have one? I love any type of cookies?? lmao
5. what’s one unpopular opinion you have? I may have a bunch but I can’t remember any of it rn
6. indoors/outdoors? rain/snow? ocean/mountains? Depends. Rain (bc we don’t have snow where I live so). Mountains, definitely.
7. if you could spend the day with any line from any group, which would you pick and why? (ex. bts rap line, svt 95 line, exo beagle line, etc) Got7 beagle line, bc I would love to laugh and being a mess with them, I would prob just stay on the ground laughing and crying while they would be a loud mess jumping, yelling and acting like fools and dabbing everywhere <3
8. what first made you like your ult bias? bc he’s the funniest, warmest, lovable creature. He’s the king of being extra, that’s a big plus for me to love someone. When he was introducing himself on roommate and he kept asking if he could eat first, I was sold.
9. what’s one unique thing about the place where you live? We have an aerial tram (?)
10. what lifts your mood on a bad day? listening to music and watching my favorite tv shows
11. what’s the best thing someone could say to you right now? “I’m proud of you and I believe in you. You’re strong and you’ll succeed, but remember you’re not alone. I’ve got your back.” (just quoting what Laura said bc same)
1. If you could take any class in the world (it could be a language, dance, music, a traditional school subject, anything!) what would it be and why do you want to learn it? God idk there’s so many. But I would to love to take some renaissance class in an Italian university, since it’s the closest we can get from that period (that I love!). Or some class in some Italian art museum, I don’t even know if this exists but it would be awesome. I’d love to go to these places and see the past with my own two eyes and may touch it with blessed gloves lol (since it’s a class, you know...)
2. Who inspires you and why? I don’t know actually bc there’s a bunch of people. Friends, music, artists, characters. But I was thinking the other day that Young K is such an inspiration to me. He’s living his dream of making music, he did so much to show that he is good and talented and never gave up, he was in the middle of a huge project but also was in college being a normal 20yo boy. And still managed to take naps everywhere, eat everything and chase his dream. So yeah, he’s a big influence on me right now.
3. What’s a strange skill or talent that you have? I don’t have??
4. What do you think is the most important characteristic of a good friend?They just need to be simple. I mean, have this simple care and interest for you and for what you do/say. So the friendship will be healthy and mutual.
5. Is your aesthetic more nature or outer space if you had to pick one of those two and why? Nature I guess, I love those small things and details of our nature. But I do love outer space and I wanna believe in everything too.
6. What do you wish you were doing right now? Working.
7. What is your fashion taste? And I quote:
8. If you could have any hair style and color instantly what would it be? Why? I love my natural color, I never dyed my hair and I prob wont for a long time. But I wish I could be more confident of using it more loose.
9. What’s your dream pet and what would you name it? I already have it! I love my giant dog Micka! But I would love to adopt more and more AND MORE. I can’t wait to have a male dog and call him Frodo lol
10.You can add any song to your fav groups concert setlist that isn’t already on it. Which song would you add and why? Not kpop related, sorry. I would add Re-wired on Kasabian’s setlist bc I love this song soooo much and they were playing everywhere but when I went to their gig, they just cut it off D:
11. Something that you like that you didn’t initially expect to like? Kpop DEFINITELY lmao
1. Favorite time of year? Autumn.
2. If you could have any power (i.e. invisibility, teleportation, etc.) what would you pick? I’d go with teleportation too, so I would visit every place I want and go to every gig and visit my friends everywhere!
3. What’s your birthstone? Peridot apparently?? that’s what google said
4. Water, earth, fire, or air bending? Air. I’m a Libra!
5. If you could fluently speak any language instantly, which would you pick? Oh god so many ): but Korean so life it would be easier
6. Flower that best represents you? I don’t know any flower, I’m not so into it lmao but I just love sunflowers so much so I guess that’s it
7. What made you fall for your ult bias? Read up there
8. Pick a song to represent your current mood. Day6 – Be Lazy
9. Pick a mv that best represents your favorite aesthetic. Got7 – You Are. The colors and filters they use are soooo beautiful. And the blue wow
10. What’s one thing you wish you were doing right now? Watching some reaaally good movie bc it’s been a while that I don’t watch anything like that when I just finish it and say ‘wow’
11. One question you want to ask me? idk I’m so bad at this :/
age? 25 #old birthplace? Brazil current time? 9:05 PM drink (last)? Water. easiest person to talk to? a bunch of friends that aren’t here but @joonminyoongi yes <3 favorite song (recently)? If ~ I Meet You Again – Day6 (go and support our boys!) grossest memory? when I was so little a boy that lived in the same street as I, throw a beetle on me and he got stuck on my back and I yelled so much that day, I was so afraid. This haunts me till now hogwarts house? Idk I’m not so into HP, my friends keep saying that I look like that house and stuff but I don’t know lol in love? With what? food? Always. Animals? Till the end. Someone? no jealous of people? Sometimes, but is reaaaally rare. killed someone? dude what? middle name? don’t have one number of siblings? 1 one wish? To travel a lot person you called last? my mom reasons to smile? Music, my friends, my beautiful and precious dog song you sang last? If – day6 time you woke up? 11am shh :x underwear color? black vacation destination? Anywhere. But Iceland and Scotland, prob. worst habit? My memory is shit and sometimes I say the same thing twice or I even watch stuff twice, thrice. your favorite food? This chicken pie my mom makes zodiac sign? Libra ultimate bias? Ok I answered in the other question that is Jackson bc he was the first one but I don’t even know what is a bias anymore ultimate bias wrecker? Anyone favorite kpop song (all time)? That’s tough wow but Never Ever – GOT7 I guess favorite kpop album? Exo – The War favorite kpop ship? Wang gae park gae wins hard or soft stan? Both favorite kpop company? Jype, besides everything they still care about idol’s healthy and mental healthy backstory of how i got into kpop? I was watching kdramas already so my friend that loves kpop just decided to introduce me to roommate since a bunch of actors I like were there and she just throw Jackson to me like “he’s amazing, you’re gonna love him” and I DID LOVED HIM so I decided to check on got7 songs to support him and here I am, a kpop mess.
so that’s it, finally lmao! Thanks again for tagging me in everything @sarcasticjuiceboxes 🖤 I won’t tag anyone but if you wanna do it, just choose one (or all) of the games, feel free to do it 😉
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