#tired of know everybody around knows about too many stuff and discuss about it

[diari0deglierrori]

It doesn’t seem like much but it’s yet another thing in the lifeisshit category and I wonder when I’ll be able to catch a break from all of it :/

[kleinv01]

Yknow what i noticed?

(QUICK THEORY WHILE IM WAITING FOR MY SHEETMASK DO TO ITS THING. SPOILERS AHEAD)

In this blog, only Al's info is hidden (with error mesaages or straight up blurred/pixelated text).

Who made Klein? SentientTechLabs.

What's this ask box's name THAT IS HIDING AL'S INFO? SentientTechLabs.

So. If the company is hiding his info specifically, wouldnt that mean he has some sort of control over it? Idk, maybe hacking through it OR working for it?

We know Al is a very tired, hardworking and busy boy (and we love him for it <3). But sometimes it makes me think: we work in the same company, and so are our friends. So far, they all seem kinda... chill? While Al is over there sleeping on his desk (probably from exhaustion?).

Dolores gives Al extra tasks. Sure. But he did NOT say "How ARE the TASKS going?". So it's a singular task at a time. Which should be nothing if we think about how intelligent Al is.

What im trying to imply here is; i feel like he has a 2nd job!

Remember the poll where the question was about how Al gets the money to treat us the snacks (of which the most popular answer was "totally not sus activities" :))

Could these sussy wussy activities be about his relation to Klein's company, which probably lets him do some extra stuff to our Klein?

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The shadow behind our curtains. I %100 believe that, they are all Klein.

Why? Well... :3

When Yael comes in our house to make us eat the cupcakes he made, there is the shadow waiting behind the curtains. Yael eventually leaves AND THE MINUTE HE DOES, the shadow leaves too. Then, Klein gets mad at us and tells us that we should have just choked on "those" cupcakes. He also talks about Yael himself, as if he was able to see Yael in person in that moment. I feel like that's just one of the clues though.

Klein shouldnt be able to walk around in our world unless he has a physical model, according to the info given. But even if the player never reaches the "100% affinity" with him, Sera still gets killed by him. He cant smash someone's head to a glass cabinet (?) if he's stuck in our phone though. So maybe, he either escaped the factory, or... Al helped him get out?

Hear me out on this.

Al is insecure as hell. He doesn't see himself as "worthy" or "good enough" for us. There were multiple asks AND a few messages we received in the game about how hateful he is toward himself.

Klein is the pure opposite of what he is though. Strong, tall body, programmed to be the perfect partner, adaptable, uncapable of getting tired and many more positive qualities. Things that Al could see as something "good enough" to be with us, at least to protect us.

So, my theory is that; Al somehow modified Klein for our safety. He somehow reflected (coded?) his obsessive feelings to Klein, which made him the way he is right now.

This would also allow him to have access to whatever Klein has access to, which was our passwords and address at some point. (Not that i dont think al didnt already have that info but :3)

Again, this is just a theory (and a ramble session :p) so idk if anything is precise or even close to the truth. I guess we will see in the future.

(my mask feels like a desert now ;-;)

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Sharing this so everybody can read it and share their own thoughts in reblogs or comments. Thank you for dropping in such a lengthy discussion! I always enjoyed reading through theories and asks.

Just so people know, things like these are probably one of the most popular theories out there, relating to both Al and Klein

You're right that Al is insecure as heck. He can't even bring himself to look at you in the eyes, not without his bangs covering his eyes

As well as, very, extremely low self-esteem

[dustmusings]

consequences be damned

Wolffe x F!Reader

word count: 3.3k

description: commander wolffe likes to berate you when you go against his orders, but this time, you can't supress the visceral reaction it brings.

warnings: not necessarily enemies to lovers but... a decent amount of arguing, mentions of negative clone treatment, i think that's it? idk man I'm tired

a/n: this is for all the girlies that cry when someone raises their voice at them! (me) anyway... i get nervous when discussing the treatment of clones and other kinda touchy stuff bc i just have this nagging feeling that i'm always interpreting stuff wrong, so I hope the stuff wolffe says at the end makes sense lmao

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You heard your name called after you before you managed to make your escape to your quarters, desperately trying to avoid confrontation. Ignoring the Commander’s calls, you hurried down the hall, your strides much wider than your usual gait. You managed to get the door open, but a large hand wrapped around your wrist before you could evade the uncomfortable conversation.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The Commander snarled, tugging you back into the corridor and slamming his fist into the control panel to shut the door.

You lifted your eyes to his for a moment, your head still angled to the floor as if it would shield you from his foul temper. You had never seen him so angry.

“I asked you a question, soldier” He said, his voice dangerously low as his face drew near to yours, “Did you really think I’d let you off after what you just pulled?”

“Sir, I didn’t mean to—”

Wolffe interrupted you with a sarcastic laugh, “Didn’t mean to? You’ll have to do better than that”

You couldn’t look at him. You knew he’d react like this when he found out, but you still hated when he was angry with you. He was more hard on you than his brothers, he always had been. So much so that you felt there was something unsaid between the two of you, that there was some itch that he wouldn’t stop scratching even though he wouldn’t acknowledge what it was.

“I’m sorry sir” You peeped out. It was the only thing you could say.

You had no explanation for your actions. You had gone directly against his orders, knowingly, deliberately. You knew he would find out, you knew he’d berate you for it, and you did it anyway. You’d do it again if you got the chance.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it” He began, and you let him scold you without interruption, “I have told you, countless times, you do not get involved in the conflict. No matter what. Do you know how it makes me look?”

He paused, but you knew the question was rhetorical. In that silence it was hard not to think about the feel of his hand wrapped around your wrist, still keeping you in your place.

“I makes me look like I can’t control those under my command. If a medic can go against my orders then what’s to stop the rest of the men? Or the other nat-borns? I mean, do you even think? Clearly you don’t. You don’t have combat training, you could’ve been hurt, or you could have died”

He continued on, but you tuned him out. You had heard this barrage of demeaning comments more than once, and it was starting to feel like maybe it had become one time too many. If you had any more backbone you would’ve told him how much you despised when he did this. Although, Wolffe — along with almost everybody aboard the ship — was above you in rank. You couldn’t possibly give back to him this belittling commentary, so once again you stayed silent.

The worst part was that most of the time, Wolffe wasn’t even unbearable to be around, far from it. At any other time he was kind, in his own way. It wasn’t a way in which you’d seen anyone else express kindness, but you’d come to understand the way he operated a little by now. For example, something you had retroactively realised was a display of compassion, was that when you first joined the 104th, he had checked up on you everyday, albeit not in a particularly cheerful way. He had made sure you were comfortable in your new quarters, the ones you were now stood outside of being reprimanded.

There was something gnawing at the back of your mind, the feeling that you shouldn’t have to put up with this. You could hear your father in the back of your head, telling you that you had to learn to stand up for yourself. You hadn’t looked up at Wolffe once through his ranting, and you didn’t plan on it either, especially now as you felt your eyes becoming heavy with tears.

It was a natural response. You never liked being told off, and right now you felt as if you were a child again, your parents giving you a lecture about your shortcomings. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks in a similar manner, silent and unacknowledged.

You didn’t know when Wolffe had finished laying into you, but when you stopped reflecting on the past and came back to the present moment, you realised that he wasn’t speaking anymore. You hazarded a look at him, once again keeping your chin pointed down. He was just staring down at you, his scowl replaced in favour of a more uneasy frown, finally removing his hand from your wrist.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, clearly unsure of how to even approach the situation.

“I’m fine” You replied, and your voice was surprisingly even.

He was still just peering down at you through his creased brow, frozen in his place and out of his depth.

“Why are you crying?” He addressed the situation head on.

“I’m not crying”

“You are”

“I’m n—”

“You are”

You looked to your feet, feeling absolutely infinitesimal under the full scrutiny of his commanding presence.

“Alright fine, maybe I am” You admitted in a whisper.

“Why?” He asked firmly.

“No reason”

“No reason?”

“Yep, no reas—”

“Stop it” He interrupted again, “What’s wrong?”

You let out a long breath, your chest heaving before it escaped your pursed lips. You could taste the saltiness of your tears, and you lifted a hand to wipe one of your cheeks.

“I just don’t like being told off okay? I can’t help it”

“I wasn't telling you off, I was—”

When he didn’t finish his sentence your eyes flicked back up to his. His frown had softened, and he was now chewing on his lip as if he was looking for something to say. You huffed quietly, your cheeks scorching with embarrassment at the whole situation.

“If it's alright with you sir, I'd like to retire to my quarters now” You spoke quietly, trying to escape this situation that was nothing if not awkward.

Wolffe stepped back from you, clearing his throat, “Yeah, go ahead”

You turned back to your door and opened it up. You had only taken one step inside when Wolffe spoke up again.

“Wait”

You turned around, your eyes finding his, flitting between the cybernetic and the natural. His usual scowl was nowhere to be seen, and he just looked at you with a plain expression, something unreadable.

“I don't want to have to tell you off” He said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

You mustered up a little courage after his change in demeanour, “Then why do you?”

His throat bobbed as he gulped, “I just want you to be safe”

The way that he was staring at you was entirely too much for you to cope with, so you lowered your gaze once again before you replied.

“Thank you sir, I appreciate that”

Wolffe reached up slowly, gently taking your chin and guiding your eyes to his. He gazed upon you with the utmost sincerity and apology as his thumb swept across your still-wet cheek.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you”

“That's oka—”

“It's not” He spoke resolutely, with no room for argument, then softened his voice a little, “You understand that I don't like to be angry with you, right?”

Something about your expression must have conveyed a sense of doubt, because Wolffe frowned when you didn’t reply.

“Do you really think-?”

“I don't think, remember?” You replied, in a oddly humorous way, despite the previous tone of the conversation. Wolffe gave you a disapproving look, and you backtracked, “Sorry Commander”

Wolffe was still holding you face, and the way his eyes were searching yours was making your stomach erupt into butterflies. His gaze was captivating, cementing you in place and rendering you speechless in a completely different way to when he had been scolding you earlier. You didn’t want to be the first one to break away, and thankfully Wolffe came to his senses soon enough.

“I should go”

He dropped his hand from your chin and stepped back. You nodded subtly in reply to his words, still unable to form your own, and he turned to leave with haste.

You watched him walk away as you leaned on your doorway, stalking down the hall with a pace to rival your hurried steps from earlier. His head turned back to you briefly, and you both instantly looked away, you stepping back into your room and closing the door as you felt your cheeks burn hot from being caught watching him.

It felt like something had shifted in your relationship, like something significant had happened. Perhaps it was your inadvertent show of vulnerability, perhaps it was the way his touch set your skin alight. Whatever it was, it was something that you couldn’t take back. Whatever was unsaid between you was coming to light, and you cursed your racing heart for getting ahead of itself.

You were crouched behind cover, your eyes locked on a trooper that had been knocked to the ground. He wasn’t moving, but going over to see if he was still alive was too risky, even if the focus of the enemy’s fire wasn’t in his direction any longer. You lingered, waiting to see even the slightest twitch of his fingers. He continued to lay motionless, his body sprawled in an uncomfortable position from the heavy blow he had received. You hoped, prayed, and they were answered in an instant, the man’s body curling in on itself as he groaned in pain.

You gulped, and slowly turned to look over your shoulder, only to see Wolffe watching you like a hawk.

“Don't you dare” He shook his head slowly, his voice low, almost a growl.

You hung your head a little, squeezing your eyes closed for a brief moment.

“I'm sorry Commander”

You rushed out from behind the cover, hearing your name being screamed after you in a desperate plea for you to do anything else. You didn’t pay attention, you were solely focused on making it to the trooper.

You pulled the man to his feet, throwing his arm around your shoulders and making your way back to cover, but you were not so lucky as to evade danger. Blasterfire ripped through the air surrounding you, causing you to duck out of its path, and take the injured man down with you.

“Get out of here!” The Commander shouted at you, stepping in front of you and shooting at the droids that had focused their fire in your direction.

You dragged to man the short distance back to cover, and as you were giving him a once over, assessing the issue, Wolffe ordered another medic to take over and tugged you further back from the front lines, around the corner of a crumbling building.

“What the kriff is the matter with you?”

He was angry. More angry than he had ever been, more angry than the previous rotation. And yet, there was a far clearer emotion swimming in his non-cybernetic eye, dripping from his pinched brows, washing over you with every heavy breath he exhaled. Worry, concern, utter distress.

“I thought I made it pretty clear that I don't want you anywhere near the action” He growled, evidently struggling to keep his emotions in check.

Despite his afflicted demeanour, you didn’t feel like having a repeat of the previous rotation, and the adrenaline coursing through your veins only sought to heighten you irritation.

“And I thought I made it pretty clear that I don't appreciate being told off” You grumbled back to him, not feeling brave enough to say it with your chest.

“Then stop doing stupid things!” He rebutted, his voice conveying every inch of exasperation he felt.

You shook your head as you dragged your gaze from him, starting to walk away. You weren’t going to be talked to like this again. For the second time in the last rotation, Wolffe’s hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.

“I'm talking to you”

“Well I'm not talking to you” You snapped, snatching back your arm and finally letting your irritation take over.

At first, Wolffe appeared to be taken aback. You had never so much as argued back at him before, but something about the fire burning in his eye told you that it was welcomed. He wanted you to fight back. He liked that you were fighting back.

“I refuse to be reprimanded for doing the right thing” You continued, letting him hear your true feelings on the matter.

“You refuse?” Wolffe seemed almost amused.

“Yes” You replied, but your confidence was slipping, “I refuse”

Wolffe laughed, taking a step towards you, “And I suppose you think you have the authority to refuse my orders? Seeing as it's the only thing you can seem to do right”

You stepped away from him, but with every step you took, he followed after you. It wasn’t long until he had backed you into the wall, and was towering over you with a challenging look on his face.

“I have free will, is what I have” You puffed out your chest in defiance, causing it to come into contact with his chestplate, “And I will use it to do the right thing, consequences be damned”

“It must be nice to be you, huh?”

You just frowned, not entirely sure what made him say that.

Wolffe’s face became stern, “You just get to flit about, playing the hero when you could so easily become the martyr acting the way you do, claiming it's all about ‘free will’ and ‘doing the right thing’. Well guess what? I don't have those luxuries. If I disobey orders, I get court martialled. I don't have free will, and I don't get to do the right thing, I get to do as I'm told”

You swallowed thickly as your body recoiled from his in shame. From his perspective, your actions certainly seemed silly and plainly misguided. Perhaps they were.

“I'm sorry Commander, I didn’t think—”

“No, you don't think, do you?” He retorted quickly.

You frowned deeply, drawing an enervated sigh from Wolffe.

“I would love to be able to consider what is right and wrong, but I am simply not allowed. Having the ability to think, to form thoughts unique to myself, but not get to enact any sort of ‘free will’, it's—” He breathed deeply, his forearm coming to rest on the wall beside your head, “Oh, the things I would do if I had free will”

His eyes bored into you through heavy eyelids, his self control hanging by a thread. He was so close to you, his body pressing yours into the wall, and it was taking all of your strength to not melt against him.

“What would you do?” You spoke softly, guiding him in the right direction.

He didn’t waste any time in replying.

“I would tell you that the reason I don't want you around the action, the reason I can't stand your stupid moral compass which makes you do stupid things, is because the idea of you getting hurt is my own personal hell. I would grab you and hold you close and keep you safe, I would never let you go. I would—” He puffed out a quick breath, mingling it with your own as he drew impossibly closer, “I would kiss you, and do every other thing I've been dreaming of since the first moment I met you. I would throw all of this away, if I got that chance”

There was not a single one of his words that were processing in your brain. For a moment you just stared at him, shocked, before the surprise melted from your face and you offered every measure of tenderness within you in a single look.

“Wolffe” You whispered, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek.

His eyes closed at your touch, and his troubled expression eased slightly. He let out a shaky breath as he took in the warmth of your skin on his, but as soon as he had revelled in it for a moment too long, he put up his walls again.

“But it doesn’t matter, because I don't have free will” He stepped back from you but you were determined now, following after him.

“Well I do”

You practically leapt at him, your hands finding the back of his neck and pulling him against you, bringing him into a searing kiss. His hands instantly flung around your waist, tightening around you and drawing you into his body as if he was never going to let go, just as he promised. It was as if he only needed you to be the one that initiated it, and now, he had forgotten everything that was stopping him in the first place.

You let your fingers tangle in the curls at the base of his neck, and he pushed you backwards into the wall again, a soft groan sounding in the back of his throat. One hand came up to cup your cheek, and you were surprised at how softly he held you, a direct contrast to the way that he was devouring your lips, consuming your very soul with only his mouth and tongue.

You had to pull away, gasping for breath, and he did the same. He held you close as you both caught your breath, staring into each other’s eyes with a newfound fondness. It was intoxicating, to see him like this; his chest heaving from having kissed you with such an intensity. You felt like your psyche was being ripped from you with each heavy exhale, and you were watching from outside of your body.

“I'm never letting you go now” He continued to hold onto you like his life depended on it, burying his face in the exposed skin of your neck.

“I thought-”

“Don’t” He rumbled, “I don't care what I said before, there's no going back now”

You sighed blissfully and mirrored him, and coiling your arms around his neck and holding him tightly. The feel of his breath against your neck was heady, deeply exhilarating, but in the quiet of the moment, you couldn’t help but remember you were in the middle of a battle.

“Maybe we should-”

He lifted his head and cut you off with a deep kiss. You were powerless to stop him, but you didn’t care to anyway.

“Just a little longer” He pleaded, his eyes soft and slightly widened, “Please”

You let a small smile lift the edges of your lips, enamoured by the soft side that this kind of treatment brought out of him. It was almost amusing, how different he was acting as compared to his usual authoritative demeanour. He was putty in your hands, and you didn’t quite know how to handle it.

You brushed your lips lightly against his and spoke with a teasing edge, “Yes sir”

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[questionableratatouille00]

𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷 8

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When the anniversary of Natasha’s passing comes around, Y/n feels another wave of grief coming to knock her down. But with the support of her friends, and a special visit to Natasha’s grave, she knows that she can keep going. And she knows that Nat would be happy for her.

Warnings (Entire Series): This series deals with mature topics, including, but not limited to: death, mental health issues, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, grief, trauma, general unwellness, illness (both mental and physical), and a most likely inaccurate portrayal of group therapy (though it’s much better than whatever was going on in TFATWS.) Please mind the warnings below.

Warnings: cursing, dead romantic partners, death, wind symbolism, graves and cemeteries, way too many references, depression and depression themes, therapy, bad hygiene, and mental health issues. As always, let me know if more needs to be tagged.

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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

It had been a while since that...incident. The leaves had changed colors and fallen off the trees, which all turned dark. Snow had began to dust the ground, and the wind had begun to bring shivers to everyone outside.

And with the cold weather came a dreaded anniversary. One you knew was coming, but that hadn’t made it better.

Everyone else could see it too. The way your mood seemed to dampen, the way your smiles began to not reach your eyes, the way you seemed more and more tired each time they saw you.

Snow was on the ground now, but some things stayed the same.

Group therapy was still going on, and it gave you a reason to get out of your house.

“Now, I’d like to talk about support, and why it’s so important to have a support system.” Coulson introduced the topic. “Does everybody know what a support system is?” As the group nodded along, he grinned.

“Great. Why don’t we go around in a circle and share one reason why having a support system is important?” He invited the conversation.

Every session had the same structure. You walk in, everyone shares how they’ve been that week and what they’ve done or whatever, then the topic is introduced and discussed, then you play some kind of game, and then everybody chats a little bit before leaving. You found comfort in the routine.

Clint went first. “It’s important because if you have one, you’ve got people to rely on and help you out with stuff.”

Tony nodded, before beginning to speak. “And people who can tell when you’re having a breakdown.”

Then it was your turn. “When..when you feel like nothing is getting better and nothing is going to get better, having..having people around to talk to, or to..relate with, even….it helps.” You murmured.

“Yeah. And when you’re spiraling, you’ve got friends and family who can pull you out of it.” Wanda nodded along. You gave her a small smile.

“See ya, kid.” You waved to Peter on your way out. He waved back, beaming.

“Bye, Ms. Y/n!” It had taken so long to convince him to not call you Ms. L/n, so you accepted the name.

“Bye, Maria.” You shot a smile at the receptionist.

“Have a good day, Y/n.” She smiled warmly.

“You too!” You called as you walked out the door. You let out a breath as the cold wind picked up outside. You walked down the bumpy sidewalk towards your car.

“Y/n!” Wanda called for you, a smile on her face.

When you turned to look at her, her smile dropped.

“Oh, hey, Wands.” You used the nickname.

“Are you okay? You seemed more..down, than usual.” She noted.

“Yeah, just..tired. Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” You explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie. You truly hadn’t slept very well. Stupid nightmares.

“Oh. Okay. Uh..do you wanna FaceTime later or something?” She asked. It had become normal for the two of you to FaceTime every so often.

“Sure,” you answered, as you gave her a nod before you began to walk away.

The worst part is when you start losing your sense of joy.

Your favorite meal, which you’d cooked for dinner the night after therapy, didn’t taste as good. And it wasn’t an error on your part—you’d cooked it perfectly, just like you normally would. But when you ate it, it…just didn’t hit.

It was hard to not think your brain was broken. Well, in a way, it kinda was now, but apparently that’s not a good word to use.

You began to fall back into old routines.

You get up. You get ready. You go to work. You drive home. You turn on the TV. And then, you just sit. 

Sometimes you call Wanda.

You turned down the group’s offer to go to lunch that week. And the week after that.

Normally, the group would go to lunch together once a week. You were all really becoming friends. Sometimes it would be right after therapy, other times it would just be a different day of the week.

You were interrupted in your moping by the sound of your phone buzzing. It was Wanda.

Hey! Made some tea and I have some extra water. Feel like stopping by? The text read.

Sorry, I’m busy today. Maybe some other time, though! You typed back.

No worries. I thought you stopped working weekends though?

“Shit.” You murmured as she caught you in your lie.

You sighed, before pressing the FaceTime button. “Hey.” You greeted.

“Hi.” She smiled, her mug of tea visible. You were propped up on something on her kitchen table, so you could see her from the chest up. Her hair was up in a bun.

“I..I’m not busy.” You confessed.

“Yeah, I know.” She admitted.

“It—I just—“ you sighed. “Today’s the uh, the anniversary, so..”

“Oh, Y/n, I’m sorry.” She frowned. “Her grave’s at Dreykov Cemetery, right?”

“Uh…yeah?”

“Can you be there in two hours?”

“The hell—sure I guess?” You were really fucking confused. Was this a normal things for friends to do for each other?

Regardless, you got up off your ass and took a shower. You changed into some clean clothes and brushed your teeth, something you’d been neglecting as of late (much to your shame and embarrassment.)

You grabbed your keys and walked out of your apartment, down the stairs, and to your car. You drove out to Groot&Rocket, a local floristry business. You picked out a nice bouquet of flowers suited for winter, paid for it, and began to drive down to the cemetery.

You found the whole group waiting at the entrance. They all gave you warm smiles, with Wanda rushing up and giving you a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around her, making sure to not mess up the bouquet.

“Oh, I’m sorry Y/n.” She murmured in your ear.

You just rubbed her back in response. You both pulled away after a moment and walked towards the rest of the group.

“Hey, you guys.” You breathed as you stood before them.

“Hey.” Steve replied, a gentle smile on his face. Bucky gave you a tiny wave. Tony gave a nod in greeting, and Thor opened his arms for a big hug as he walked towards you. You passed the bouquet to Wanda, knowing that there was no escaping this.

He squeezed you tight in a massive bear hug, shaking you from side to side ever so slightly.

You laughed a little, and he grinned, knowing he’d done his job right.

“You guys really didn’t have to come out here, you know.” You said awkwardly.

“Relax,” Bucky hummed, clapping a hand on your shoulder, “you’d do it for us. You did it for me.”

Sam nodded in agreement. “It’s the least we could do.” You noticed they each had something in their hands. Flowers, small trinkets, normal stuff.

In Wanda’s were a small bouquet of flowers, not a sunflower in sight. She also had the yellow Care Bear in her left hand.

“Oh, uh, right this way.” You said, awkwardly leading the group through the graveyard.

Natasha was buried beneath a tall and beautiful tree. You looked up at it, its leaves still looking okay, even in the cold winter. You kneeled next to her grave, dusting away the snow gently. You adjusted some things already left at her grave, either from friends or family, before setting down the flowers. Then you stood up and took a few steps back.

Everyone took turns leaving stuff. First Bruce. Then Tony. Then Thor. Steve. Sam. Clint. Bucky. And then Wanda.

It’s gotta be wrong of me, your thoughts echoed around in your head. Bringing the girl I kind-of-maybe-sort-of have a crush on to the grave of my dead former girlfriend.

Just then the wind swirled through, and you watched as Wanda’s hair danced in the wind. She was beautiful.

It felt like Nat was telling you that you were being a stupid idiot. And that she was happy.

That it was okay. Okay to let her go.

No, a part of you wailed. Just like you had in her hospital room. Just like you had when you got home that night. Just like you had when Yelena showed back up.

It’s okay, the wind seemed to sing as it blew through again. Let me go.

And so you let her go.

A/n: hi everybody!! I hope you all had the best and most wonderful holidays. I would love love love to talk about this series, so don’t be afraid to send in an ask!

[koiifiishy]

oh yeah. i was too tired last night but as i was drifting to dreamland i was thinking of the posts floating around re: dol tfs. everybodys basically said most of what could be said about them but as for myself (bc this is my blog and i can yap all i want :^3 )

obvious disclaimer of everyone can interpret the game and the elements inside it however they want to and my thoughts are my own and do not in any way need to influence others. my thoughts arent "The right" ones, we're all valid, etc etc.

in earlier iterations of the game leaving it up to "its all in your head... or is it?" seemed to be very much what they were going for. but earlier iterations of the game also were more down to earth in terms of it being... not supernatural in the slightest..? it was just a fucked up place with normal people and it could lean into psychological horror but there wasn't actual paranormal from what i understand??

now tho, its pretty on the nose that there Are supernatural elements. you can still edit your settings to make this less so, so that creatures like GH are just a bird, or the animals are just animals, you can toggle the tentacles and stuff off so that its not as whacky - but theres still elements of the game that are going to err on the side of "this is probably supernatural". im p sure no matter what settings you choose you'll still meet the wraith. there's not really... a logical explanation for them..? i dont think we can handwave their existence away as a hallucination.

likewise, with tfs there are some very physical elements that i dont think we can handwave away at this point in the current game's iteration as just being hallucinations/a byproduct of trauma. if you have wings you can literally fly. you can go to the roof of the mall and JUMP OFF lol. when we start getting into things like that, i cant really get on the "its all in the pcs head!" train.

as ive interpreted it myself: the paranormal aspects of dol, including tfs, are real - HOWEVER they will be interpreted differently depending on somebody's level of awareness. taking for example the LIs reactions to eris' angel+cat TFs; sydney thinks the ears are fake. kylar and robin seem to think theyre at least somewhat real, or that the pc thinks theyre real. i read this as sydney not having a very high awareness to the paranomal (mostly for his own story reasons!), while kylar and robin may notice those things more, at least to a small degree. kylar and sydney also notice the angel tf to varying effects; kylar can burn himself on it (a physical reaction), whereas sydney will only notice it for a moment before not seeing it anymore and thinking he was just seeing things.

i love the idea of these traits being all in the players mind! and some people feeding into those delusions for whatever reason. i like the psychological horror aspect. but there are too many physical qualities that affect the world and gameplay that i cant really get behind that 100%. i will note that when you have a high awareness, you end up getting the hallucination trauma trait. this could correlate to the tf discussion but again - im hesitant to chalk it all up to "its in your head" bc. again. we can fly off a roof LMAO. we can see better in the dark with the cat tf. we can have fangs that physically cause more pain when fighting people off. and again, theres undeniable physical paranormal happenings around the town. could it be a mass hysteria thing? maybe... theres something very fun about a story that teeters the line of "is this real or is this a figment of a broken mind". a great and popular example would be silent hill! is the torment of SH real? is it the result of mass hallucinations? are the monsters real or have the mcs been hurting (killing) the townsfolk? it's left ambiguous. however - even tho things are left pretty "who knows", theres still a very clear undertone of there is something sinister and occult going on.

the mind fuckery just further pushes the characters doubt and lack of control bc can they even trust themselves anymore? doltown as it is rn reminds me a lot of those kinds of stories, like SH and the town and its psychological horrors playing on the traumas of specific characters and warping their experience to be a personal tailored hell.

tldr; maybe theyre real! maybe they aren't! are we even real???

[tagedeszorns]

What's boring you about the fandom? Sorry to hear you're struggling with that at the moment.

Just wanted to say though, it is normal to go through stages of fixation and ambivalence, especially if it feels like you might have plumbed the most exciting depths of your preferred niche. (I have felt like that so many times in other fandoms lol...) Maybe it's worth exploring other parts of the fandom, you might find something that ignites your passion again. Alternatively, if you need a break or feel the need to branch out, do it. The fandom will still be here when you feel like engaging again.

(Also, if you feel like it sometime, please tell us more about your minis and joytoy figs. Are they named? Do they have backstories?)

I'm not bored. I'm just having a severe "old man yells at cloud"-moment, like I do semi-regularly. 😉

When I came to the Tumblr-branch of Warhammer-fandom it felt so very exciting - artists and writers regularly got 80 to over 100 notes in a few days on their texts and pics (not just memes and/or shitposts, mind you! The real stuff!) - and not just likes, a lot of reblogs, comments and so much discussion! So many HC were developed here for everybody to see and to participate.

But this all changed. No fire nation, though.

I'm getting a bit tired of saying it over and over myself, but in my opinion it still is true: Discord is slowly killing fandom-permanence. Discord isn't good for conserving things. Ideas vanish. Pics get consumed like fast food and digested just as fast, leaving no nutritional value for viewer or artist. Thoughts get lost, because they wander down the chat-drain and vanish into nothing. HCs get no engagement, fade and die.

The slow, ugly decay of Twitter didn't help. A lot of new people not getting how Tumblr is supposed to be played and take the easy way out to Discord, too.

A Tumblr-blog is a very intimate showcase of a person's journey as a fan. It's like a geological slice of their interests and thoughts. I love that. I want to keep that. I want to get to know other fans. And not the shallow, fleeting way of Discord.

Yeah, as I said - old man yells at totally uncaring cloud. I can't stop time. I have to adapt or remain behind.

And the other thing is my "ceterum censeo" of being bitter about people just paying attention to Primarch-content and don't care about the guys from second row who are in my opinion so much more interesting and colourful. And if they get the spotlight it's just some meme-shit or being waifu'd to hell and back.

I love being silly about characters I like. I love making up shitty sidestories, silly AUs and other absolutely hilarious OOC-stuff. But if that's all that remains from a character, that's just sad.

I need way more Credible Hulks who love quoting the books as much as I do, around me!

But anyways, I'll come around.

That I had quite a few not so very good books this year didn't help either. I need both the Eidolon- and the Xantine-book to be good, next year! And St. Martin better NOT writing any shit about Lucius attacking Fenris (I mean, WTF, St. Martin! That short story was the worst you ever wrote, man!).

[noahschnappinfs]

As a Noah Stan, I am genuinely tired of all this Foah shit. Since you lurk a lot, am assuming you must know a lot. Can you please set the record straight. I have always thought they were only friends and nothing more.

This is the one and only time I’ll talk about this and I’ll only say three things:

1. What I think: I don’t ship real people and I don’t think there’s anything going on between them

2. What I know: As far as I know, there’s nothing going on there at all. Just a very lovely friendship.

3. What I’m going to do about it: Nothing because I can’t go around policing what people do. I’m also aware that everybody will think whatever they want in order to support their own agendas and I’m not really invested in this topic at all so I don’t have the energy to go around fighting people or debunking stuff.

I’m perfectly aware that as soon as I hit post, this post will be shared around so people can discuss it. Then, the reaction will go between “oh she doesn’t know anything, we can do whatever we want” to “she for sure knows stuff so let’s drop it” with people fighting between each other so I’m telling you already, I don’t want to be in involved in that discourse at all. You don’t know how many times I’ve been asked about foah and i just try to avoid it because i don’t want to deal with gossip and all that discourse. I’m just telling you what i think and what i know for now. If you think differently or you think you know more stuff than I do then good for you, keep doing your thing then.

I personally think if people are respectful and have certain level of self awareness, they can do and ship whatever they what but i honestly hope that people don’t go too far because at the end of the day, finn and noah are real people. just keep your things in your circle and don’t go too overboard. i’d expect that certain shippers look at themselves in the mirror and realise when they are going to far because i’ve seen some using the same logic as the fillies and that should tell you a lot. I think there’s a big difference between liking/shipping a potencial couple which is totally fine and going overboard with theories that you can’t confirm and go into conspiracy territory so i’ll mostly ask people to behave and don’t go too far.

that’s all. i’ll never talk about this again. peace out✌🏻

[the-firebird69]

So bja took over California and surrounding it's mostly them the others are forced out to other states and he didn't on purpose and he did it because of Utah and the Grand canyon and his effort to take over the big ship and he planned it for quite a while and he heard our son's mom and he's the one and he actually drove the car... People are talking about hearing the wood and stuff and her son heard the wood and it's about the West Coast Trump heard it's about the West Coast and you forgot about it and now they know all the other more luck know.

His massive infighting there now humongous it is a huge fight and everybody is in on it. Now they're all going after bja and he's acting surprised and he's acting pissed off and Brad was in jail talking about it and they're screwed now huge groups of warlock are heading out there and from the rest of the states and they're coming up from Mexico and beating the s*** out of bja

Thor Freya

Hahaha goodbye loser bja

Zues

You made it a lot harder in the short run for us bja

Hera

We hear him too boy your s*** is rancid this guy thinks he's Captain CIA and is so smart with this basic move that he's not covering up and we did figure it out too you're this homo who doesn't have any ships man you're a f****** dick and useless and you die is Darth Vader and we see why

Trump

He's a huge baby and he's a massive massive blaspheme massive loser and things are a friend here is his best friend ever and he won't shake it out of his own head and he can't tell what's happening and I can't count on fingers and toes how many times he's had him hit and gotten him hit and really we should have been doing it a lot more just not letting him wall around and Joke can laugh about it these people are dangerous they'll need to die. My guys walk around with this s*** eating grin and they're not doing anything I told him to stop doing that he's right he doesn't want the empire have the ships and I'm fighting these retards and we go away like we're nothing just having carry some weapons for Christ's sake. I got this morning I said I've had enough of this s*** he can't keep any friendship going or be around anybody and it's harder than hell and people who come all sorts of names it is not warranted there's a dark cloud coming over us all and it's perpetuated by the treatment here and it has to stop he says it's a dump at Tommy have his pushing it and we don't do anything and we're lame and it's true I can't do that much have my hands full with these assholes but right now they're attacking two huge groups three actually he says they're attacking the empire Tommy F and his group and they're all pretty big and they're going down but it's slow and agonizing and expensive

Then these fool's here in the apartment think they have it tied up it's not really what's happening

Stan

I'm so tired of these idiots. You're trying to scare people and hot people nobody can tell what happens then who's doing what these clones are doing lots of it tons of it. Then why wouldn't they they have the biggest ships and they took all sorts of ships you still are and you're still sitting here being assholes to everybody like you want something pretty soon we'll be very small and have nothing

Becka you got what you deserved you're out back looks like a weapon and you got what you deserve Brad don't do that evil s*** stupid. Says he couldn't help it so I said don't do it so he says he'll try. Nobody has confidence we're going to try not to do stuff even f*** forever we don't change our tune they're controlling us and forcing us to do stuff and we're better off leaving this is a nightmare here

That's how it's going everyday well getting up and discussing this s*** that's if it happened like just started yesterday I want them out now were going to work it

-Charlotte county there are a few changes today one of them is they have had it with these retarded s*** heads. Looks like and what she normally looks like and what she's doing all day and they figured out that it's crap and she's an illegal person can you put warrants out on her when you say it's kind of slow and it's kind of weak but that's what they're doing and she's got a shield or something it's not really us or a sun but they think it is so they're going around trying to figure it out and they can't figure it out so they're going after her with the vengeance. They look very stupid because he's gifted people are very stupid in the max are mostly inbred so we got our son's messages and we do understand what we're doing and the foreigners are kind of idiots and we appreciate it now there's a problem here in Charlotte county and our son says what is it there everywhere problems the problems the idiots are heinous they lost their properties they're losing more than getting kicked out of apartments and they're driving around threatening everybody. This morning they started to finally pull them in and by the bushel And they're going to continue to do so as they're forced to but it was slow and cheesy and they knew all about it and her son says there's only so much hell that one person can receive the rest of it goes to everybody else out there and if you think not you're ridiculous morons Daniel says he's over there they're over here doing the same thing and they go over there and bother him then they bother us but they're all over the state bothering people and it's absolutely true it is dumb as hell what's going on and we're going to take care of business and right now

-there's another thing happening too they're running around threading people around town with the rifles and other and out loud and we started to note that the people threatening are getting killed and it is not really fast but it is happening all day long

-couple changes at the county is making one is they do not want to hear their names or ours ever and we follow through and stuff if there's an ass being asinine and threatening our son we're going to kill it and we did and some idiot on TV died in the past it's not gone but he's an idiot and we took the stuff he lost territory but in the county they are going after people who are mentioning them and we're going after a lot of people and we do need more troops here and I'm putting it out there

-there's a whole bunch of things that they do to our son and it's too many and we're not working it and we say we're working all of it but I see people using power he appreciates it but we need to assign people to do stuff and more and more people are required so whole world is involved and Luana Ariana got it and started hiring find it was working a little and saw it and they're going to show us what it is in a meeting shortly so we're going to Publix it's important

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus

[rigginsstreet]

hello hello hello

just wanted to ask you about your favorite harringrove fics, and if you could link them? please?

i've been searching through the tag on ao3 lately but it's flooded with hate and even abusive billy stuff, which is ridiculous. 

so if u could link some good ones, that would be amazing!!

im so glad im still back in like 2019 in the ao3 tag lmfao

here’s whats in my bookmarks:

paper rings (E) - Dustin bets Steve he can't get a date for Mike's wedding.AKA the What's Your Number au nobody asked for

i'm saucing on you (E) - Steve wants a ticket to the biggest party on campus; Billy's got one with Steve's name on it.(Or, Steve has a crush, and so does Billy, and everybody's tired of their history of mutual pining.)

wind in the wires (M) - “If I could move, I would kick your ass.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Just fucking tell him.”

Will’s breath rattles. “Are you going to tell him?”

And they’re talking about two different people. Billy knows, knows Will knows, meets those teary, red-rimmed eyes with a scowl.

“You’ve got until your mom finishes selling that fucking house to do something. So fucking do it, alright? Don’t cry here like some bitch. I can’t fix your problems.”

riches & wonders (M) - Steve's teetering on the edge of something, all alone. His eyes meet Billy’s. They’re teetering on the edge of something, together.(or a handful of the bricks that build steve and billy a home.)

We Slip And Slide (NR) - Pure indulgent post-S3 fluff, including but not limited to the discussed concepts of: - Billy moving in with Joyce - The Jonathan/Billy friendship we all need - Grouchy Hopper - Jonathan and Billy smoking weed together and arguing about music. Because punk and metal are two different things. BUT they unite against Steve’s taste - Robin and Jonathan being excellent wing-persons - Hop and Billy teaming up against Mike to protect El - Shovel talks all round - Robin being clever and eating popcorn - The you rule/you suck board

This Too Shall Pass (NR) - Steve cries at night. Every night. And every night, someone comes to help.

the mountain should crumble to the sea (T) - One second he’s staring down a black abyss, begging and screaming to be let out, and the next thing he knows, Billy is in Steve Harrington’s bedroom, shirtless and laying on top of the covers. What in all fuck is going on? OR The one where no one really dies.

That Douchebag Steve Harrington (E) - The Hargroves come to Indiana one year early. The town of Hawkins is all abuzz about its first missing persons case in decades, but all Billy cares about is figuring out how much Steve Harrington really wants to date the stick-in-the-mud Nancy Wheeler and whether he can stop that from happening.

so many ways to talk about longing (M) - Steve wakes up--in a pool lounger--to Billy Hargrove looming over him. Billy pushes his sunglasses down and Steve thinks sleepily that it must be so that Steve gets the full impact of Billy’s narrow-eyed glare. “Harrington,” Billy says. “We’re fucking closed.”(or, three times Billy doesn't let Steve touch the radio and one time he kind of does).

Take Me with U (E) - Billy bobbled a bit as he stood to mind the fire on unsteady legs. He tripped over his own feet then flopped back on his ass, his back pressed to Steve’s legs, laughing, face flaming with embarrassment. Steve threw his other leg over Billy’s shoulder, his calf pulling Billy back for a moment. “You gotta serve your penalty now. Too drunk. Two minutes in the box, Hargrove. Stay put.”

Billy wrapped his fingers around Steve’s ankle, on top of his jeans. “That’s what I get for trying to be light on my feet like you.”

“Callin me light in the loafers?”

“I’m callin you a pussy.” Billy’s hand remained on Steve’s ankle. His back was still pressed against Steve’s shin, and his fingers started to drift under the hem of Steve’s jeans -- touching a small bit of skin underneath. Maybe he should not be doing this. Maybe Steve wouldn’t like it.

But the moment Billy shifted forward, Steve tugged Billy back into place with the leg that was flung over Billy’s shoulder -- pulled Billy’s back tight against Steve’s leg. “Stay.”

i hear the secrets that you keep (when you’re talking in your sleep) (T) - Billy’s there the way that he’s a lot of places nowadays, sort of absent-mindedly, like he’s not sure how it happened or why and is going somewhere else in his mind anyway.

Steve watches him more than ever now, and Billy rarely watches back.(or five times billy really needed some sleep, and one time he needed something else entirely)

i'll carry you home (E) - It’s been five days since they left Hawkins. They ride through meadows and woods, chasing the taste of freedom, stealing kisses, and pushing on as they get closer and closer to their happy ending.

i’m no maid marian and you’re no robin hood (G) - Billy snaps his fingers and says, “Prince Harrington, prettier than any princess in all the kingdoms.”

Take a Good Look You're Bound to See (that you and me were meant to be) (T) - Billy adopts a dog. Steve really, really likes the dog. And maybe - just maybe - he really really likes Billy, too.

Firestarter (NR) - He has completed his mission. Now, Six sits alone in a small room in Hawkins Lab and waits for his handlers to give him his friend back. Experiment!AU

break up with your girlfriend ('cause i'm bored) (E) - @umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys * Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

the ongoing trials of two idiots in love (E) - Five times they fucked up Valentine's Day and one time they got it right.

I’ll fall for you soon enough, I resolve to love (M) - Billy is ignoring Steve, Steve is trying to find his footing with Billy, and a demodog needs to be buried.

meet me in the woods tonight (E) - There’s something in the woods of Hawkins, Indiana.

go west, young man (E) - Steve and Billy move to California after graduation. They decide to take their time getting there, driving across the country in Billy's Camaro. Along the way, they learn a thing or two about growing up, friendship, love, and each other.

Under the Covers (M) - Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates. Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

wicked little town (E) - The summer after graduation stretches before Steve, seemingly endless and utterly empty. He can't remember ever being this bored in his life. But when he runs into Billy one night, after hearing a rumour about him at a party, it feels like summer might not be so boring after all.

in the darkness i will meet my creators (T) - "What's wrong?" Jane mumbles.

"I need you to take me to him."[or, the fucking fix-it for s3]

what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) (E) - Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble. They never expected it to end up like this.

the skater and the rich boy (T) - It's the summer of 1977 and the drought in California is in full force. Lawns go unwatered and swimming pools sit forlorn and empty. Around Venice and Santa Monica, skaters take advantage of the empty pools, breaking into backyards to skate like no one has before. When Billy Hargrove—a skater who splits his time between his job at a surf shop and skating with his sister, Max—breaks into Steve Harrington's backyard, it might turn out to be the best thing he’s ever done.

I'm a Rebel Just for Kicks (T) - Steve couldn't believe he was having to spend his Saturday with his ex-girlfriend, her new boyfriend, his friend-turned-pain-in-the-ass, and Billy fucking Hargrove. Steve couldn't think of a group of people he'd like to spend less time with than them. Hopefully, the next six hours won't be too bad.

and heres what im currently reading/recent reads... as if this list wasnt long enough lmfao

you're cold (and i burn) (E) - Move on. Let it heal. Maybe that’s why Steve said yes when Max asked him to help move boxes out of Billy’s room after the dust settled. He could hear her voice. Too many. Too heavy. Just like his wounds. His grief. Too many. Too heavy.(Or, Steve steals the glass ashtray from Billy's bedside table and things start to go bump in the night.)

With Your Long Blond Hair and Your Eyes of Blue (M) - Billy leans back and sweeps his hands through his hair, gathering it back from his face and any danger of dipping into the food. Steve watches, frozen to the spot as he produces a tie from his pocket and secures it all up in a messy bun at the top of his head. Steve’s entire world stops moving.

[0-glitch-art-0]

[𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣!𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪]

◇T!Wally used to live in The Neighborhood of he own AU, nothing too much happened around at least thats what the other neighbors thought.

Traveler just like Og Wally was clearly hiding something.

He used to work for Home almost like coworkers, T!Wally always made sure that the others never found about the truth that they were puppets and they were part of a show.

Even tho, one night all neighbors (less Traveler) had a big nightmare/flashback that made them remember everything, every time that T!Wally "remade them". With that information the Neighbors decided to do something about it and end with the suffering and all the plan of Traveler and Home, so they ended with the idea of burn Home alive and discuss with Traveler about everything and make he leave the neighborhood forever.

After they successfully burned Home they went to try find Traveler, but he had saw what they did with Home, without know how to react and in pure panic he ended destroying everything and so do he friends, making the whole Neighborhood abandoned he even tried to save Home but it was too late, when he realized what he did he just decided to run away the faster he could inside the forest. After some good time running he decided to stop, confused he look around, he was scared and didn't knew what to do now, he was lost in the forest until, a random shiny white spot called he attention making him go close and touch it. When he touched the white spot he got teleported inside a big white space, no one was there just him alone.

He stayed there for so much time at the point he didn't knew how long he was there, he start losing the track of time and feeling so lonely and empty, the emptiness was so big that he started to forget what is feelings, how to feel, and asking himself if he will be alone forever.After alot of time passed Traveler founded a Sketchbook and some art material in that big void, he got surprised when he see it, after all he always loved to draw and painting, he decided to keep everything and start drawing so he doesn't go insane

And he drew

And drew

And drew, he stayed drawing for hours everything he could remember about he friends, he missed them alot, he couldn't understand what mistake that he did. Even tho he totally forgot about the fact that he killed everybody there and destroyed he whole AU, so he still had hope that he could come back, start again, make things perfect again. That hope he had started to make he drawings turn into reality, colors started coming out of the paper. That made Traveler amazed, he didn't understood the feelings he where feeling but he loved, he was finally having some fun again. He stayed creating alot of stuff and interacting with it for so many time, but they weren't real in the end and he knew it, he knew that everything he created was just made of ink, people, flowers, animals, everything was simple ink nothing more.

He got tired and frustrated with it so he just splashed a bunch of ink in the floor. When he finally calmed down he tried to grab some ink so it didn't go wasting but when he touched it he hand passed through the ink like a portal. He decided to go inside the portal finding a way to finally get out of there and he met other AUs. Finally he felt like he wasn't alone so he decided to turn into a Traveler over other AUs

MAYBE i will change some stuff yet and i will update he story if i do it, but this is him concept for now♡

[diagonal-queen]

I HAVE A REQ IDEA NOW THX TO UR LATEST POST <33

How abt platonic Hcs of being an older sibling (gn!reader) to Kyouka and Kenji?? I had to include Kenji too bcs I wanna give him a big hug and give kyouka so many headpats 🥹🥹

Feel free to take ur time! Ur health (both physically mentally and emotionally) comes first :DD

YAY HIIIIIIII <333333 thank you for the req my love 🌸 i appreciate your concern. stuff's been a little crazy in my house lately so i've been doing a lot more writing to try and distract myself lol, i got this one done lickety split <3 please also try your best to take care of yourself too!

Being their Older Sibling

♡ characters: Kyouka Izumi, Kenji Miyazawa, older sibling!gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: What would it be like to be the older sibling of Kyouka and Kenji?

♡ cw: We're assuming for my sake that reader works at the ADA alongside their younger sibling.

note: I love both Kyouka and Kenji sm they're my babies my children my sunshines. Also they'd make a cute couple when they get older ❤️ Apologies for errors and please enjoy!

Kyouka:

Being Kyouka's older sibling is both easy and difficult.

It's very easy to amuse her and buy her presents/gifts/food she likes, and talk to her about work

But it's hard to tell what she's feeling and to explain her sometimes odd behaviour to other people. She can be pretty difficult to communicate with when she's going through her teenage angst

You and Atsushi are naturally close because she also sees him as an older sibling. You two are her bodyguards (in theory. really, she's the one guarding the both of you (possible romance arc? 😳))

Kyouka despite being the younger sibling is fiercely overprotective of you. It's possible she'd even be willing to kill again to keep you safe, and she prefers to accompany you on missions instead of leave you alone

If you're feeling down this absolute angel will do whatever it takes to help you feel better. Pat your back, let you hug her plushies, cook you food, give you space etc.

Fukuzawa is as fond of you as he is of Kyouka lol

You two go out for lunch somewhere in the city every so often to discuss life and your coworkers (you get lots of tofu for her)

When you two have free time you like to do little activities together like origami or playing notepad games like hangman

You sometimes tell Atsushi stories about Kyouka from when she was very young (I...don't think she's a fan of this behaviour)

She leaves you little supportive notes at your desk sometimes <3

Kenji:

You could not have asked for a better younger brother than Kenji Miyazawa. He's just such a good kid!

Since you and he were both raised the same way in Ihatovo, you probably solve crimes in a similar way to him and then leave it to him to use his ability on enemies (Kunikida is tired)

Quite a lot of your salary goes towards food for Kenji. He eats a lot of food because his ability burns a lot of energy.

If you ever feel sad this kid is always there to put a smile on your face. He's just a bundle of sunshine and he's so empathetic, he always knows exactly what to say to fix your mood

You two go out around Yokohama a lot just because you can. You like to explore city things and observe city people together because a lot of things are still pretty new to the both of you

Kenji is rather blunt so he probably tells people random details about you that embarrass you on accident

He helps you carry all your stuff, obvi

You probably both have a lot of inside jokes, references or knowledge that's exclusive to your old village and whenever you bring them up to one another everybody around you is just like 'literally what are they talking about'

If you get a partner Kenji would really be like 'I'm glad you like my sibling! But if you did anything to hurt them I'd throttle you! :D' and you'd be like 'KENJI STOP' (he's actually pretty chill and trusts you, but he's definitely willing to throw hands if someone hurts you)

When you introduce people to him you have to give them a (discreet) warning not to make him mad because whoo boy

since i don't have any friends here, i tend to hang out in town with my brother. the amount of times we've been mistaken for a couple, oh my god. EVERYONE who sees us assumes we're dating and it's so uncomfortable lol. also fun fact i've basically written sibling characters for like, MOST of the characters. i even gave some of them names and backstories based on the characters' irl counterparts' literature lmao. i got way too into it especially with Fyodor's sister T-T

and of course thank you to @kxmikomrade for this adorable req!

[made-nondescript]

GOD I hadn’t even thought about the fact that the Dream SMP has such a skewed view of its admin. That the one who was locked up was Dream. God… I wonder how that would make Xisuma feel. To know that this kid, this child- he was a child- wasn’t able to rely on his admin. That he was afraid of his admin. I feel like Xisuma would be heartbroken on his behalf.

Tubbo would start hiding things from the hermits after that. Perhaps just little things, to start. He doesn’t wanna lie, after all! But, he also doesn’t want to tarnish his server’s reputation. It’s not that bad! We’re all safe now! Dream is in prison and everything is going back to normal again.

Do you think he would tell them about Wilbur’s revival? About Las Nevadas and the Cookie Outpost? Or would he show up for his visits to hermircraft with tired eyes and heavy steps and try to say as little as possible. He doesn’t wanna make his server look bad, after all

Tubbo’s nervous around Xisuma when he first arrives in Hermitcraft. He and Dream have an unexpected amount in common between their masks and heights and not being as conversational as some of the others. His eyes are obscured, too, and these similarities turn his seemingly omnipresent gaze prickling and uncomfortable. Tubbo is thankful when he leaves him alone with Scar.

It’s a bit strange, though. Xisuma is the admin - he introduces himself as such, at least - but he’s not the one showing Tubbo around for on his diplomatic trip. Not that he’s upset! But certainly Scar doesn’t hold more power than the admin, nor does Scar conduct himself in a way where Tubbo could imagine he was put in charge strategically. The man showed up almost as colorful Eret’s Castle, for Gods’ sake!

He comes to like Xisuma. The bee get-up was certainly enough to get him to separate X and Dream in his mind. He doesn’t talk about admin stuff and Tubbo doesn’t dare ask.

When everybody finds out it’s Dream in prison suddenly half the server is treating Tubbo like a child more than ambassador. It sucks. He hates it. Too many soft voices asking if everything is alright at home and not enough diplomatic discussion, not enough deals. (Things are not alright at home, thank you very much, that’s why he’s here.)

He learns quick to be careful what to mention: war is off the table, as are deaths and revivals and anything that makes too clear the Dream SMP’s instability; nothing about where his bruises or scars are from, old or new; no details about progress on builds (usually slow and embarrassingly small compared the HC’s); not a word about what Dream did and how they dealt with it.

It gets harder when he becomes the half-living proof of the Dream SMP’s decline. Everyone on Hermitcraft is too healthy, their scars are too old, their clothes too clean. Tubbo’s finest suit is still dusted with debris and stained with blood. They notice.

[write-orflight]

The Fraction of Innocence.

**Gif Not Mine**

Anon Requested: 10, 16, and 25 for the smutty prompts thing!!!

10: “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you donna do about it?’

16: “the only way you are gonna get off is on my thigh.”

25: “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

Pairings: SpencerXReader

Rating: M, (This is very explicit.)

Words: 4K

Warnings: NSFW!!! 18+ (Dom!Spencer, BDSM overtones, sexual conduct, fingering, bondage, etc.)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Spencer thinks Y/N is an innocent, naive girl until a case reveals her extracurricular activities. 

Spencer had been back from jail for 2 months when he first met her. 

At first he didn’t think anything of her, other than the faint smell of vanilla and daisy as she walked past him in the bullpen and the bright smile that seemed to take up half her face. She was carrying files close to her chest like a schoolgirl late to class and the skirt of her white dress bellowed softly behind her as she made her way to Emily’s office.  

“Who is that?” He had asked. 

Luke looked up to where Spencer’s gaze was. “Oh, that’s Y/N, she's a tech analyst helping Penelope out right now. She’s sweet, you’ll like her.”  

It doesn’t take Spencer long after that to decide he, in fact, does not like you. There was nothing wrong with you. Luke was right, you were sweet, almost sickeningly so. It was like you had no concept of reality. You lived in this world of all sunshine and good things despite the horror that crossed your screen daily. And while Penelope was the same, she at the very least knew how bad the world could be and chose to see the good in it. You didn’t, it was like you’d never had a single bad thing happen to you. And Spencer, who had been dealt the bad hand so many times in life hated that. 

It also didn’t help that you were gorgeous too. You looked like an artist sculpted you himself to make the perfect woman. Real People weren’t supposed to look like that. Real people were supposed to have flaws and blisters. Real people were supposed to look tired so early in the morning not fully awake and smiling while handing everyone in the office a coffee. He didn’t understand how you could be real.   

“Here you go, Spencer. Americano lots of sugar.” You said, placing the coffee on his desk. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles. 

“We have a case, by the way.” You giggle, going off to hand Luke his coffee before walking away to the conference room. Spencer was barely able to keep his eye roll at bay. 

Luke sees that and laughs, clapping Spencer on the back. “Come on, kid. Play nice.” 

“She’s giggling about a murder case.” Spencer grumbles before following him into the conference room. 

“3 women have been murdered in Queens. Judging by the scars, they were all bound and strangled before finally being dumped in an alley.” Garcia says, as she goes through the slides, showing the crime scenes. “Police need our help finding the connection between these three women because right now, it looks like there is none.” 

“I’d say.” Tara speaks up. “We have a waitress/student, a doctor, and a paralegal. All living in different areas of the city with virtually no reason to interact.” 

Spencer looks down at his file, examining the picture when he notices something. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you clear your throat.  

“Umm, Emily?” You say from your seat right across from Spencer. Emily looks up inquisitively at you. “I think I know what connects them.” 

“What’s that, Y/N?” Emily asks, raising a brow at her.  

You clear your throat again. “Victim #2, Rebecca Belfront, has a Padlock collar necklace on in her second picture. That’s typically used to indicate she’s a submissive with a committed dominant partner. But she wasn’t wearing it when her body was found which makes me think that that relationship recently ended. That made me look at the marks on their arms. While there are some new ones from the murders, they all have faded marks around the wrist and body as well. Leads me to believe the bounding was er-... consensual. We should probably look into New York’s BDSM scene.” You close, smiling awkwardly. 

Spencer looks at you in shock. He, of course, had come to the same conclusion you did and had been about to say that but he, at least, knew why he knew that. Why did you know that? 

Emily hummed thoughtfully. “It’s worth looking into. Do you mind coming to NY with us? Your insight might be needed.” 

You look kind of shocked at that but nod. “Of course, whatever I can do to help.” You say, softly. 

“Great, Wheels up in 30.” She says, getting up, effectively ending the meet. Spencer watches you speed after her, files in hand to ask some more questions. Spencer’s walking back to his desk when Luke catches up with him. 

“Y/N has a dark side. Who knew?” He says, smirking. 

“Probably not.” Spencer muses. “She could’ve just known that. I mean, I  just know stuff sometimes too.” 

“Nah, I don’t think so. Her body language gave her away. She was flushing and stuttering sure, but she was confident in what she was saying. Almost as if, she was speaking from experience.” Luke laughs. “She may be all lollipops and candy bars here, but I bet behind closed doors, she’s handcuffs and gags.”  

Spencer hums. “Maybe.” He says looking up to watch you walk back across the catwalk from Prentiss’ office. Luke was right though, your body language did give you completely away that you were talking from experience. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder just how much. 

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When you arrive in New York, You head straight from the jet to the Police Station in Queens. You fiddle with your thumbs a bit, you are nervous. 

“You ok?” Spencer says, from his spot in front of the bulletin board he was setting up. You were supposed to be helping him but you knew Spencer was particular about some things so you let him do it. In fact, there were a lot of things you’d let Spencer do. With you, to you, you weren’t picky. The man was gorgeous enough to make you nervous. With his lean muscles, long, fluffy hair, and large hands, he looked like something that walked right out of a wet dream of yours. Which sometimes, he was just that. You weren’t stupid though, you knew Spencer didn’t think of you that way. In fact, you didn’t think Spencer thought of you in any way. He seemed to ignore you anyway he could. 

You look up from your laptop. “Oh yea, I’m fine. I’m just...nervous. I’ve never been in the field.” 

“Chances are you won’t be, Emily will probably keep you in the Station if she can help it.” Spencer provides. 

“I know, it’s just-- you know what I mean.” You say, Spencer nods before returning to the bulletin board. You stand to look at the map with him. “So, from what I was able to find there’s only 3 BDSM clubs in Queens but there’s only one in the middle of where the three women were found. Place called Cat’s Cradle.” 

Spencer hums. “How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.” You look up at the man, recognizing the quote.  

“There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.” You say back, shrugging. 

“You read Vonnegut?” He asks. 

“You said that like you’re more surprised that I can read than what I read being Vonnegut.” You say, Spencer shrugs not even denying it. God, he was such a dick sometimes. A hot dick, but a dick nonetheless. 

The two of you turn when you hear a knock at the door to see the lead detective coming in to check on you guys. “Just wanted to see how things were coming along. Also see if you guys needed anything?” Though he only directed the question at you with a sly smirk on his face. Men were so obvious sometimes. 

“Nope, we’re fine.” You smile although you didn’t want to. “We’ve narrowed down to a couple BDSM clubs so hopefully we’ll catch our guy soon.” 

“Wait, you think these girls were…” He trails off. You nod, knowing what he was thinking. “Well, it probably serves them right.” 

“Excuse me?” You say. 

“Listen, I know what kind of girls go into those kinds of clubs. If they want to be sexual deviants, they can’t be surprised when shit like this happens to them.” He gestures to the board. 

“Actually more women are into Dominant/Submissive as well as BDSM relationships than you would think, statistically 85%.” Spencer cuts him off. “These clubs are just commonplace for them to meet like minded people just like you would do in any other club and they should be put on trial after their deaths for trusting the wrong person. If you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to work, Detective.” He says, turning back towards the board. The man nods and leaves shortly after that. 

“Thank you.” You say, softly. 

“What for?” Spencer asks. 

“Come on, I work with profilers and I’m not stupid. I know you guys know about me so thank you for defending me just now.” 

“I wasn’t defending you.” Spencer says. “He was making inappropriate comments about victims and we don’t need that outdated way of thinking working on this case. Besides…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “You’re not the only one with… unconventional extracurriculars.” He turns and walks out after that leaving you watching after him. 

What? 

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 After delivering the profile, you find the Unsub, a man named Ivan Parke. The only thing left to do was find the best way to snuff him out. When the team is discussing the next best course of action. It’s then Luke comes up with the idea. 

“We should send Y/N undercover.” He says. “She knows the profile and knows the most about the scene.” 

Emily nods. “Is that something you’re comfortable with, Y/N.” 

You look up. “Oh, um yea. I’d have to find a different outfit but you have to send someone with me.” You say, everyone looks at you confused so you sigh and explain yourself. “If you send me into a club like this, in a foreign place with no Dom, the Unsub isn’t going to be my only worry. Someone’s going to have to play my dominant.”   

“I’ll do it.” Spencer speaks up. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting Spencer to agree to it, you assumed you’d be stuck with Luke. Now you’re going to have to spend the night with the man you’d been crushing on since you started working with the BAU as his submissive. Like that wasn’t a dream come true. 

“Great.” Emily says, dismissing everyone and handing you an expense credit card for an outfit. You take it and leave immediately, ignoring the sly look Spencer gives you. 

You ended with a short, low-cut black leather dress with tank-like sleeves that showed off your curves and left very little to the imagination. As well as a clear pair of platform heels. You pulled your hair back into a sleek ponytail and you topped the look with your own personal leather choker with a large circle knob in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces to wear though you never really got a chance to wear it unless you were going to clubs, which you didn’t do as often these days. It was an expensive piece sure, but so worth it when you got to wear it. You were doing your makeup a little darker then you usually do in the bathroom when Spencer comes in. 

“Is this how you typically look on the weekends?” He asks, standing behind you in the mirror. You look up to look him in the eyes through it. 

“If I have the time.” You shrug. 

“It’s very different. You’re very different from how I thought you were.” 

“And how did you think I was, Spencer?”

“Naive...innocent.”   

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed anything about me.” You say, turning towards the man. 

“Maybe you’re right… That’s an expensive piece.” He points out pointing to your choker. “Emily’s going to have fun explaining that at the next budgetary hearing.” 

“I didn’t buy it today.” You explain. “It’s mine.” 

Spencer hums for a moment before lifting his hand to turn your jaw, examining the piece. You can’t help the way your breath hitches at the contact. Spencer was already so close to you and now he was touching you, it was already starting to be too much. Soon, Spencer is hooking two fingers into the circle knob of your choker and he yanks it. Involuntarily, a whimper falls from your lips, prompting a smirk from the man across from you. 

“Tonight’s going to be fun.” He says before leaving you in the bathroom in a state of shock. 

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 After getting your comms set up by Luke, who tried to avert his eyes from your frame as much as possible, you and Spencer walk into the Cat’s Cradle. Typically you didn’t like the club scene, but you sometimes liked to venture out when looking for a new partner. Cat’s Cradle was definitely different than the other places you had been. Sure it still had the private rooms and the main stage where a scene was happening in front of you but it was a lot more laid back than the ones you went to in DC. Spencer was really enjoying his role too. Probably hamming it up too much because he knew there was a part of you that actually wanted him to. In the end, finding Ivan Parke was easy. He took the bait almost instantly and you were arresting him just as fast. 

“Great work tonight guys.” Emily says, when you reach the hotel lobby. “Jet’s leaving at 7AM so make sure to get some rest.” She says, dismissing you. 

Now begged a tricky situation because you had almost forgotten you and Spencer were rooming together. As you walked back to the room together the air was thick but both of you were silent. The tension had been building between the two of you since he yanked your choker in the station bathroom. You knew it was a matter of time. The dam had to break. 

“You can shower first.” Spencer says. You nod, taking off your choker and grabbing clothes before taking solace in the bathroom. You wanted Spencer and you knew you needed to expedite this. After a much needed shower, you change into your pajama shorts and tank combo. Spencer steps into the shower almost as soon as you leave it. It’s then that you think of the perfect plan. You lay on the bed and spread your legs before slipping a hand down your shorts. You tease yourself at first, rubbing your clit through your underwear while you thought about the events of the night. How Spencer had been so authoritative. How his hand slid to the small of your back and sometimes ghosted your ass as the two of you walked around the club. How he had been so close in the bathroom. The way he yanked you closer. A small moan escaped you as you slid your hand in your underwear. Soon you hear the bathroom door open. Spencer stops short, watching you before leaning on the frame. 

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“Yes.” You answer. “Are you gonna to do something about it?” 

“Should I? Instead of telling me what you want you decide to act like a brat and do this.” 

Spencer moves closer to the bed but doesn’t do anything, just continues to watch you so you decide to give him a show. Moaning loudly as you slide a digit inside of you. Spencer looks at you with hooded eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you. 

“I think you’re going to give me what I want.” You say, smirking. 

“And why’s that?” He says. 

“You’re already weak.” You say. 

“I’m weak, pretty girl?” He asks, incredulously. Before you know it, he’s ripping your hand out of your pants and crowding in the space between your legs forcing you to sit up and look at him. “You’re in here touching yourself to the thought of me like a horny teenager and I’m the one who’s weak? Ok.”  He sits back and pulls you by your hips to sit on top of his lap, your legs straddling one of his thighs. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, ok?” He tells you, starting to move your hips. You moan, nodding your head as the friction makes its way through your core. Spencer lifts your shirt off you and smirks when his eyes land on your bare breast. He leans forward to catch your left nipple in his mouth. Your back arches as you grind harder against his thigh. Your hands fly up to start unbuttoning his shirt when he stops you. 

“Did I say you could touch yet, princess?”  He asks. 

“N-No, sir.” You stutter. 

“Then keep your hands to yourself.” He says, putting your hands back to your side. He does indulge you by taking his shirt off himself. But that doesn’t help you keep your hands to yourself. You saw the lean muscle and craved to mark it up with your nails. Your hands go up to touch him again but he stops you. 

“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to tie you up, Princess. Just be good, baby.” 

You were already close before but now with Spencer’s hands and mouth everywhere and constant friction on your sex it was damn near pushing you off the edge. 

“I’m gonna come.” You tell him, he grips your hips tighter, lifting his leg slightly so he was only rubbing against your clit. That makes you moan out loudly. 

“Go ahead, Princess. Cum for me.” He says, and that was all you needed to fall right over the edge. Your legs shake and convulse as Spencer grips your hips help you ride it out.  Soon you come down panting and he’s kissing into your neck. He pulls back and grips your jaw. 

“Still think I’m weak, Princess?”  He asks. 

You knew it was unwise. In fact, you tried to stop yourself before you did it but it was too late. You reared your hand back and slapped Spencer across the cheek. Not hard enough to be seen as anything malicious but sharp enough to throw him off, like he couldn’t believe you had done it.  

“Yes I do.” You say looking him in the eyes after. Something like a switch went off because there was no other way to describe the look he gave you other than feral and fully primitive. He pushes you off him. 

“Get on your hands and knees, now.” He says, menacingly. You scramble and run to get into the position. Once in, Spencer forces your knees further apart. He angrily takes his belt off his pants before fashioning them into a makeshift cuff and pulling your wrist so they’re tied behind your back, leaving you face down into the mattress. He slides your shorts and underwear off in one go. You yelp loudly when the first slap comes to your behind. When the second and third slap comes, you try to squeeze your legs together to get some form of friction but Spencer forces your knees further apart. You moan out when you feel a digit slide against your folds. You try to push back on it but Spencer holds your hips in place. 

“P-Please.” you stutter. 

“What do you want, Princess?” He says, sliding a second digit inside you making you cry out more. 

“Please, fuck me, Spencer.” You say, and you really didn’t have to ask twice because almost as soon as you ask Spencer’s hands leave you to finish unbuckling his pants. There’s a brief moment of calm, so calm that you almost think Spencer wasn’t going to give you what you want but that calm is interrupted by Spencer slamming into, no warning. You scream out but that’s only rewarded with your head being shoved more into the mattress to muffle your cries. Spencer’s hands are pulling on your cuffs so he is almost impossibly deep inside you. You moans start to get louder and louder. Suddenly, Spencer is pulling you up so you’re both sitting up, your back against his chest. One of his hands slides to grip around your neck while the other is moving to circle your clit. The hand around your neck tilts your jaw back so you’re looking up at the man behind you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. Open your mouth, Princess.” He orders, which you do instantly sticking your tongue out. Spencer leans forward and spits into your waiting mouth before locking his mouth with yours. His hand squeezes your neck tighter as you moan into his mouth as he starts fucking you faster, his dick hitting your g-spot almost every thrust. It’s not long before you’re just babbling, not even able to string a coherent sentence together. 

“You gonna come for me, Princess?” He asks. You nod, moaning loudly. At this point, you knew there was no way the person in the room next to you guys didn’t hear you. You could only hope that it wasn’t one of the team. “Go ahead for me, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” After that, it doesn’t take long before you’re falling over the edge, shaking all the while. Spencer fucks you through it before tightening his grip on your hips to bend you back forwards so your face is back on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast before falling over the edge himself, moaning your name. 

The two of you say nothing as he unties you. When he does, you instantly flop down on your back, breathing heavily. Spencer wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom. For a moment you think he’s just leaving you like this, that you were foolish to think Spencer cared anything about you but in that moment he comes back with a wet cloth and ointment. He says nothing as he wipes between your legs before tossing the towel aside. You watch him with a smirk on your face as he rubs the ointment on the red marks the red cuffs made on you. 

He looks you in the eye. “What, Y/N?” 

“What happened to Princess?” You say, Spencer just looks at you with a bored expression which only makes you smile more. “Now’s probably a good time for you to ask me to dinner.” 

Spencer chuckles lightly at that. “You don’t want to go to dinner with me.” 

“I’m almost positive I do. Why would you say that?” You ask. 

Spencer looks you in the eyes at that moment. “I’m not-Y/N, I’m not like you.” 

“Like me?” 

“I’m not able to be cheery and smiley. I can’t float into rooms. I can’t be happy like you are, too much has happened to me. You deserve someone happy.” 

“Spencer.” You say, looking him in the eyes. “You are not broken. You can be happy, it’s going to take time sure but I’m willing to be with you through that. If you want that.” You say. 

Spencer nods. “Ok, Y/N.” he smiles. 

“So….?” 

He rolls his eyes at that. “What’re you doing next sunday?” 

You smile, brightly. “Absolutely nothing.”    

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[catgirlforkaeya]

going to lantern rite w/ kaeya

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread

a/n: happy lunar new year to everybody who celebrates it! i hope you all had a great day and i wish you a happy and healthy new year (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

a/n pt 2: reader is not traveler btw! you just know people in liyue haha. also sorry this is short i’m very tired tn 🥲

you were the one to suggest going to lantern rite to your boyfriend. you’d been wanting to go to it for awhile but wasn’t sure if kaeya would agree due to work reasons. when you finally got the gut to ask you were very shocked that he said yes.

the week leading up to your trip to liyue you were jittering with excitement. you’d been preparing everything, making sure the trip was going to go well. you even got matching red and gold outfits for the two of you to wear. kaeya thought it was cute how excited you were. he hasn’t seen you this thrilled over something in quite awhile, so it made him happy to see you like this. he was excited too, just wasn’t showing it was much as you.

it was close to sunset now. you and kaeya were approaching the gates of liyue, hands intertwined in each other. you were wearing the outfits you had bought recently. the air was chilly, but you knew that if you got too cold kaeya would just give you his jacket.

it didn’t take too long for you to enter the city, being greeted by colorful decorations and lights. you saw many stands selling all sorts of things. toys, kites, food, jewelry, clothing, you name it there was a vendor for it. kids who were playing a game of tag zoomed past you two, weaving in and out of the crowd while chasing after one another. you also saw some elderly people handing out red packets to younger children. the city truly was lively during lantern rite.

you two met up with some of your friends; keqing, ganyu, xiangling, and hu tao. you introduced them to kaeya since they hadn’t met yet, and thankfully they got along very well. the six of you ate at xiangling’s restaurant, discussing random topics. how your relationship has been, how life in mondstadt is, what’s been going on in their lives, and a bunch of other stuff.

you honestly lost track of time until keqing pointed out that the firework show was starting soon. right as you were about to ask what the best place to watch the show would be, keqing gave all of you the offer to go up to the jade chamber with her. apparently lady ningguang told her that she could bring some friends up to watch the fireworks from there. obviously you were all shocked but accepted the offer.

—

everyone arrived at the jade chamber just in time. by the time everybody was situated and comfortable up there the fireworks began going up. within seconds the sky exploded into a variety of colors— basically all of the colors of the rainbow. you stood there next to kaeya in awe, admiring the beauty of the show in front of you.

kaeya glanced over at you for a second, seeing the reflection of the fireworks in your eyes. you were admiring the fireworks, but he was admiring you. he felt like he fell in love all over again watching you in this moment.

eventually you took your gaze off of the fireworks and looked over at kaeya, who was still standing there gushing over you. you shot him a small smile, earning one back from him. you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. you rested your head on his shoulder, looking back up at the sky.

“happy lantern rite hun,” you heard kaeya say. his voice was low, but low enough for you to hear over the many booms coming from the fireworks. “i love you.”

you lifted your head up so that you were now looking at each other. you stayed like this for a second before both of you leaned in for a kiss— it was almost like you read each other’s minds.

breaking the kiss for a second, you mumbled something against his lips. you hoped he was able to hear it— from the way you felt his lips curl into a smile, you assumed he heard.

“i love you too. happy lantern rite kaeya.”

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[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Maeve//i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

Request: Could you please do something else with Maeve? Perhaps something where reader works with Maeve on an English project and she's surprised that they have so much in common. She realizes she has feelings for her somehow after that? Sorry that's sort of rubbish, have a swell day/night.

hey! what’s up everybody! i hope everyone is well, and i hope you like this!! title is from ‘the lakes’ by taylor swift! 

- English projects are never fun 

- I mean, who finds constant stress and a deadline that’s always far too close fun?

- Nobody

- That’s who

- Well apart from Mrs Jones

- Your year 9 English teacher who made every minute of her classes a living hell

- And who mysteriously went missing half way through the year after having a screaming match with a fellow English teacher

- When she was supposed to be teaching you Romeo & Juliet. 

- One day she was accusing Miss Newman of being a terrible teacher and purposefully bumping up students grades so she looked better 

- And the next day both her and Miss Newman were gone 

- And you only got a replacement teacher when you moved into year 10

- Right now though 

- Its seems Miss Sands is going through some stuff 

- Because not only did she give you an assignment on Friday with a deadline of Monday 

- She also chose your partners instead of letting you choose your own

- Which is why you’re stood outside of Maeve’s in the pouring rain

- On a frankly miserable Saturday morning 

- It seems the weather knew exactly what sort of weekend you were facing 

- And decided to make it even worse. 

- By the third knock 

- You’re about to give up 

- The curtains are still drawn 

- And you’ve seen more movement in a graveyard 

- Plus

- You kind of already assumed you would be doing the project alone 

- Maeve Wiley was known for being very...

- ...independant 

- And group projects are no different 

- You actually think she may be more independent during group projects

- So as soon as Miss Sands paired you together 

- You knew 

- You were 99% sure that 

- You’d do your thing

- She’d do hers 

- And then five minutes before the presentation 

- You would figure out a way to connect the two.

- Anywayyyy

- While daydreaming about a time when you won’t have any assignments 

- And making awkward, accidental eye contact with Maeve’s neighbours 

- The door in front of you opens 

- Simultaneously giving you a fright and almost knocking you out

- She yawns and scratches the top of her head 

- ‘what are you doing here?’ 

- She sounds both tired and annoyed and you blink at her a few times before answering 

- ‘er - i - the project. for english.’ 

- It takes her a few seconds to process what you’ve said 

- But when she does 

- She looks even more miserable than she did five seconds ago

- And you brace yourself for a long weekend 

- She sighs and rolls her eyes 

- Before slowly opening the door properly and letting you in

- You feel slightly nervous as you walk in 

- But you really have no idea why

- It’s not like she’s a complete stranger 

- But then again 

- She’s not exactly a friend 

- ‘don’t worry, i’ve hidden the drugs. i don’t really like to share anyway.’ 

- ‘what?’ you ask confused and she rolls her eyes again 

- She huffs and crosses her arms before nodding to the slightly messy living room

- ‘i get it. we’re a bunch of benefit fraud chavs that do nothing but drink and smoke all day.’ 

- ‘that’s not what i was thinkin-’ 

- ‘sure it wasn’t.’ she rolls her eyes and you stare down at the floor. ‘i need to get changed so make yourself at home I suppose.’ 

- She walks into what you assume is her bedroom and slams the door behind her 

- Leaving you to stand awkwardly in the middle of the living room

- It’s small and slightly cramped 

- And most people would say that all the stuff makes it look busy 

- But to you 

- It’s wonderful 

- It’s filled with stories and memories 

- Some self explanatory 

- Some slightly more bizarre 

- Like the wonky blue and yellow clay swan living on the coffee table 

- You really want to know the story behind it 

- But decide it might be a little early in your partnership to start asking about her attachment to a half swan, half moth looking ornament

- So instead you pick up a pile of books on the dining table and move them onto the floor 

- You can hear Maeve opening and closing drawers while humming a familiar tune 

- And you feel yourself relax slightly as you place your laptop and books where the books were previously sat 

- Even if it does feel like you’re using all of your braincells to try and figure out where you’ve heard it before 

- ‘wow, do you actually trust me around that?’ 

- ‘what?’ you stop humming and look up at her 

- She looks between you and the laptop, staring at you expectantly 

- ‘oh no. i mean of course i do.’ you blush and she shakes her head before sitting opposite you 

- ‘so what do we know about women in fiction?’ 

- ‘historically they are written as either a femme fatalle type or some sort of innocent angelic being.’ 

- ‘they still are’ 

- ‘true’ you agree and flick through your textbook

- ‘why don’t we write about that then?’ 

- ‘what? how we’re still depressingly far back in the equality movement, despite being told otherwise?’ 

- She stares at you for a few seconds 

- A mixture of shock and surprise 

- Before nodding 

- And smiling 

- An actual genuine smile 

- You didn’t even know she could do that 

- Well you did 

- Of course you did 

- But you just haven’t seen it a lot 

- Usually when you see Maeve 

- She’s either mad, grumpy or very, very, very angry

- But her smiling 

- Puts a smile on your face 

- And this was definitely not where you thought this was going 

- ‘yeah...that’ 

- ‘okay.’ you shrug. ‘you can do classic literature because i know you prefer them and i’ll cover modern works.’

- ‘how do you know i prefer classics?’ 

- ‘the pile of books’ you nod towards the floor and she follows your gaze, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. ‘they’re all ripped and folded. you either love them or really, really hate them’ 

- ‘okay’ she eyes you suspiciously as you focus on your laptop 

- And you can feel your cheeks heat up under her gaze 

- However as quickly as they were there 

- They disappear 

- And the two of you fall into a surprisingly comfortable silence. 

- After about half an hour 

- Maeve stops what she’s doing to stretch 

- ‘is it okay if i play some music?’ 

- ‘sure, it’s your place. do what you want...as long as its not awful’ 

- ‘and what constitutes as awful?’ she asks, a smirk playing on her lips

- ‘well’ 

- And with that one question 

- Your entire day disappears in front of you 

- Laptops and books are closed and long forgotten 

- And instead you talk about music and movies 

- Books and plays 

- Characters that you love and hate 

- And the fact that her favourite character is the one you hate the most 

- She makes you lunch while you debate between movies and books and which adaptations are good

- And which ones should never have been made

- And you clean up and apologise profusely after a stray cushion (possibly thrown by you) ends up knocking the pan over 

- Surprisingly 

- She finds it quite funny 

- And you let out a relieved sigh

- Soon the sun goes down on another day 

- And you’ve barely written two paragraphs done between you

- ‘do you want to stay?’ she asks while your putting your jacket on

- If she’d asked you that this morning 

- You would have thought she had lost it 

- But now it feels almost inevitable 

- And you feel genuinely lucky to be asked 

- Not many people get to know Maeve 

- The real her 

- And that last person she told all of this to broke her heart 

- Very publicly 

- And she told herself she would never let herself be that vulnerable with someone ever again

- But this just feels right 

- For some reason you feel right 

- She feels safe with you 

- And part of her hates herself for it 

- But then again 

- She hates herself for not getting to know you sooner

- She feels far too attached to you 

- And it’s barely been twelve hours 

- You of course agree to stay 

- Shocking yourself and her 

- And while she sorts to sofa out 

- You excuse yourself to the bathroom 

- Under the pretences of telling your parents where you are 

- It takes two seconds to text them 

- And the other 28 to ask yourself 

- What the fuck are you doing? 

- Why are you agreeing to this? 

- Why do you feel like this? 

- What are you feeling?

- Who knows?

- Not you 

- Great 

- Now you’ve been in the bathroom for a suspicious amount of time 

- Just get it together, Y/n

- It’s just a study sleepover 

- Maeve gives you a questioning look as you leave 

- ‘you know how mums are. always worrying about where you are and what you’re doing’ 

- ‘i wouldn’t actually’ she shrugs and your eyes widen 

- ‘oh shit, sorry. i’m so sorry. god, i’m an idiot.’

- ‘it’s fine’ she forces a laugh and you wince. ‘i got you an extra duvet and little women is ready to watch so i can show you that the book is better’ 

- ‘that’s not what i said and you know it’ 

- ‘i’m sorry. i can’t hear you over the sound of me being 100% right and you being 100% wrong.’ 

- ‘you may be good at english, but you suck at maths’ 

- The next day you wake up to the sun shining through the curtains 

- And a clump of Maeve’s hair in your mouth 

- You splutter and cough and wake her up quickly 

- And she jumps away from you and smacks her head of the table 

- The two of you ended up moving the blankets to the floor while watching Pride and Prejudice 

- And neither of you bothered to move back 

- Maeve yawns and scratches her head

- Exposing a small part of her stomach and you feel yourself become a little breathless 

- ‘are you okay?’ 

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and she eyes you suspiciously 

- ‘whatever’ she shrugs and starts making breakfast 

- You watch as she pours to bowls of cereal

- Giving you the last of the milk 

- And for a second you’re a little worried as to how she knew you liked it 

- But then you remember that she also likes it and you had a whole discussion about the best and worst types of cereal at 2am 

- And half way through breakfast 

- You remember the original reason you’re here 

- And both of you curse loudly 

- Before rushing to finish eating 

-You get half way through your project 

- When Maeve asks if you want to go out for a bit 

- And well 

- She doesn’t need to ask you twice 

- And by the time you come back 

- The feeling you had last night returns 

- And has settled in your stomach 

- For the foreseeable future it seems 

- It makes you feel both light and heavy at the same time 

- And when you look at her 

- You feel dizzy 

- So you rush to finish the project 

- So you can go home and pretend nothing has changed 

- And yeah 

- With the need to leave 

- You get the rest of the assignment done fairly quickly 

- But you end up leaving feeling more confused about Maeve as you did when you started this 

- Maybe Miss Sands was right about a weekend project 

- Any longer and you would have gone insane trying to figure out whatever the hell this is 

- You just have to get through tomorrow and then you’ll be okay 

- Everything will go back to normal 

- You and Maeve can go back to being neutral to each other

- And you won’t have to deal with all of these confusing feelings that have decided to make an appearance for some reason 

- Wellll

- Turns out Miss Sands was wrong 

- A weekend is not enough time 

- And the first few presentations are awful 

- To put it nicely 

- So you spend the next week in a permanent confused state 

- Confused as to why you start looking for Maeve whenever you enter a room

- Confused as to why your heart skips a beat whenever you hear her laugh 

- Confused as to why you never want her stop talking in class 

- Even if the bell has rung and it’s lunch 

- Confused to why you keep looking for excuses to go over to see her 

- Despite your assignment being long done 

- And even more confused as to why you feel anxious when you’re waiting for her to answer the door

- The next Monday rolls around both painfully slowly and far too quickly 

- And while you wait for Ola and Danny to finish their presentation 

- Your hands shake with anxiety while your grip your papers 

- Maeve reaches over the table and gives them a reassuring squeeze 

- But it just makes them shake more and she slowly pulls back 

- Your turn can’t come quick enough 

- But then it’s over far too quickly 

- And you slump back down in your seat disappointed 

- Despite Miss Sands’ praise 

- Because it’s over 

- You no longer have an excuse to hang out with her 

- You never talked before 

- So why do you care about after 

- But there’s so much about her that you want to know

- Like the weird swan/moth hybrid 

- And the ugly plate that sits on top of the bookshelf 

- You want to be part of these stories 

- You want to be able to point to these things and say

- ‘yeah, i know exactly why that is special to you’ 

- You want to be the reason to add to this random collection of stuff 

- You want her to smile when she looks at them because they’ll remind her of you 

- You want her to smile when she looks at you 

- ‘y/n? are you okay?’ she asks making you jump 

- The classroom is now empty and you didn’t even notice the bell go 

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and grab your bag

- ‘are you sure?’ she grabs your arm forcing you turn around 

- ‘whats the weird swan thing on your coffee table?’ you ask and she furrows her eyebrows at you. ‘it’s just i saw it when i first came over and i really want to know the story behind it’ 

- ‘oh. aimee went through a pottery phase last year and that was the only thing she made that didn’t have a hole in it.’

- ‘and the plate?’ 

- ‘birthday present from my neighbours’ 

- ‘they got you a plate?’ 

- ‘yeah, they don’t have any kids’ 

- ‘clearly’ 

- Silence fills the room and you stare at the peeling posters behind her head 

- You can feel Maeve move closer to you and your breath hitches when she stops a few centimetres in front of you 

- She grabs your hand and squeezes it again 

- And your heartbeat increases 

- ‘y/n?’ 

- ‘yeah?’ 

- ‘i’m really, really confused right now. like more confused that i have ever been in my life. but what i do know, is that if i watch you walk out of that door without saying anything first, then i’d regret it for the rest of my life. i’ve only ever felt like this about boys before, but now i feel this and more about you and i have no idea where it’s come from or what i need to do, but i do know i need to tell you. because otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair for either of us’ she whispers and you stare at her wide eyed 

- ‘can i kiss you?’ she asks and you nod your head quickly 

- Slowly she leans in

- Her eye flutter closed and you follow 

- Your lips brush over hers 

- Her hands wrap around you waist to pull you close

- And then your lips connect 

- And you feel everything change 

- She kisses you slowly 

- And when you pull away you both feel breathless 

- Her cheeks are bright red 

- And there’s a shy smile playing on her lips as she looks at you bashfully

- And all of a sudden you feel really grateful for Miss Sands and her personal issues 

- Although you really hope they are resolved now 

- For your sake as well as hers

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[chrisevansluv]

I'm sorry you've been receiving so many negative comments and energy these days, I truly am and I sincerely hope people stop being a-holes just for the sake of it.

That being said, your bio says this is a GOSSIP blog. In all caps. Therefore you can't exactly blame and judge fans who come here looking for GOSSIP about topics such as Chris' personal and love life. Gossiping is literally being nosey and discussing other people's lives and it involves topics that haven't been confirmed to be true. If you think theorizing about when the next trailer of his new movie is coming out or where in the world he's gonna be filming next or when is he gonna post a picture with Dodger is gossiping then you've got it all wrong. I understand some topics can get redundant and do more bad than good, it just doesn't make sense that you claim this to be a gossip blog yet the least thing done here is gossiping. In fact, you react quite negatively to it. Gossiping isn't necessarily negative or unhealthy. It's just another form of entertainment to nobodies like us who follow celebrities in their free time and I doubt Chris is losing sleep over people talking about his life and career online.

Please please please don't take this the wrong way. I am in no way excusing those who have wished horrible things to you, they're absolute psychos. At the end of the day, we're all just human beings who are fans of Chris and have created spaces to follow him. Again, I hope you're okay.

This is a gossip blog, yes. On the bio it clearly says it should be a healthy place for everybody. One topic in particular makes people go crazy and toxic (as i was able to see through those anons I complained about on the post earlier). Apart from that topic, there are several things people can do and talk about in here, or you're telling me the gossip now goes around AB and the same discussion we've been having for almost 6 months now?

It's tiring, for me and a hell lot of people that follow me, to see the same thing being discussed back and forth, and see the same theories and bullshit being brought back (because there's absolutely nothing new). I did general posts for some dramas, because people needed to be cooled off about everything that was going down (if people hadn't reacted the way they did, I probably wouldn't have made a single post for whatever happened).

Not long ago we discussed Londongate (and I was called out for it, too).

Also, if there's no gossip going on (except for the same old shit), what exactly can we talk about? I 100% rather people talking about his work or random stuff than having them straight up making up shit.

And no. I'm not blaming fans for believing whatever they want, althought it's annoying. That's on them. My last post was actually calling out fans for STALKING and HARRASSING people. I'm blaming fans because they're being toxic and unhealthy over something they don't know about, because they jump to assumptions just because they seek for drama, because they stick their silly theories deep down our throats and won't ever stop until you agree with them or block them. That's what I complain about and what I DON'T want on my blog.