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cindylcuwho · 2 months

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¡ sad girl bit , the prologue ♥︎ !

“ ⭒.‧ we just don’t talk , ive been having selfish thoughts ‧. ⭒ “

more to come 👾

* ⋆ . · ⋆ growing up, children are usually blindsided by the fun of living to realize who they are and that they will eventually change and grow apart.

when the pair was the ripe age of seven and sitting a table twice their size sharing rainbow goldfish during rainy recess, matt and y/n swore to never turn their backs on each other.

the changing part of growing up did take place in the early stages of puberty. not only their bodies grew, their personalities had a big factory reset.

y/n took the high road. she saw an opportunity and took it without any thought. soon, she was being praised for her endless amount of work effort, getting nothing lower than a B+ on almost every assignment.

matt, however? he went from the acne prone loser that trailed behind to being voted one of the most good looking guys by the end of middle school. even helen keller would be able to see he was a sight for sore eyes, and could get any girl he wanted.

he was no longer the sweet boy that would give y/n the rest of his cheez its if she didn’t get packed any. now he was unrecognizable, her “best friend” was now hiding behind a front that contained of tattoos, earrings, endless amounts of parties, and even smoking cigarettes that’d he’d ’accidentally’ blow in the face of whoever was talking to him.

matt became infatuated with the effect he knew he had, and god did he use it to his max ability. but after the millionth girl stared at him with heart eyes - like he was some piece of meat, y/n grew tired.

she didn’t feel like his best friend, and instead felt like she was at competition with other girls .. for the spot next to him.

y/n never even thought of liking matt in that way, she thought that was more than obvious. but with the amount of dirty looks and snarky comments she’d get from matt’s little entourage of girls for just sitting next to him, she realized people didn’t view it that way.

the duo refused to see the flaw in the relationship was them now being polar opposites, and instead just blamed it on each other always being busy with something. after all, it was normal for friends to take breaks, right?

though, soon the late, returned later, replies to text messages and quick ‘hey, i’ll see you at lunch,’s but proceeding to never show turned into them just being two random kids in the crowd that happened to go to the same school.

matt got swept with the popular crowd and soon had himself a girlfriend, vanessa, whilst y/n was just on the ‘well known’ side, trying her best at keeping her head down and buried in books to pass the time.

almost the entire high school experience was spent with the two forgetting what the sound of their voices -which in their last moments was spent talking over each other- sounded like.

with the final school year, y/n decided to take a step back from the big textbooks and finally wanted to enjoy living life a teenager as much as she could.

fixing her cropped navy blue tank top, y/n walked through the halls of somersville high. her locker was luckily not that far from the corridor doors. the soft clicking of her boots against the tiles was drowned out by many students doing the same.

the short walk was soon joined by y/ns best friend, audrey. “mills, are you even paying attention to me?” audrey whined out her last name, stopping herself from rambling about the night before until y/n took out her right earbud.

“uh– yea, totally.” she mumbled, struggling to enter her lockers code. luckily, the squeaky door budged open for y/n to put her stuff inside.

audrey didn’t bother repeating what she was saying and digged in her light pink backpack to fetch her gum container. she unwrapped the stick, revealing the artificial blue before shoving it in her mouth as she held out another piece for y/n to take.

y/n politely snatched the stick, giving her a quick smile in substitute of a ‘thank you’ and copied the actions of chewing. “i wish i had your first period” audrey muttered. y/n cocked her head to the side, unsure of why.

“my first period is agriculture. do you really wanna being getting dirt in your nails and learning about dead animals first thing after you wake up?” y/n half joked. she truly enjoyed the class, and found being outside half the time quite peaceful but sometimes the teacher would go to unnecessary lengths as he explained certain stuff.

audrey shrugged at the words, “well, no. but you have a cute teacher and cute kids in there.. it’d be worth getting dirty.” she wiggled her dark blonde eyebrows as she spoke.

she watched as her friends face morphed into disgust. “did you just call mr. richards cute? ew! girl, he’s married!” y/n held the face, finding it unbelievable. audrey only shrugged, “nothing wrong with finding someone attractive. it’s not like i’m gonna sleep with him.”

the girls chuckled. y/n swung her backpack over her shoulder, beginning to walk deeper into the school than she already was.

“i’m so glad we share fifth period today, i don’t know what i’d do if we didn’t have a class together!” y/ns groaned out. the two jogged up the mold blue stairs, both of them having a class upstairs.

audrey nodded her head, her bleach blonde hair shaking along with it, “especially ‘cause we have ms. gomez in that class! i swear she has it out for you!” y/n quickly agreed, waving her hands dramatically as she talked about the times her third period teacher singled her out.

the girls neared a classroom door. both stood outside saying their goodbyes before the bell finally rung and audrey walked further down the hall to her own class, leaving y/n alone.

she walked into the class, quickly finding her seat in the near middle of the sea of desks. she pulled her notebook from her bag and laid it on the desk, the edges of the book were slowly were unsharpening and the marker that spelled out her name was already fading even though it was only the beginning of the second quarter.

the final bell rang, signaling all those that still roamed the halls were officially late. an equal amount of chatter was heard from every side of the room, students busying themselves with ‘good mornings’ as the teacher took attendance.

mr. evans looked up from his computer, “is matthew sturniolo present?” he called out. some students looked around the room confused, matt didn’t take agriculture last quarter so what was the point in joining now.

“uh- i saw him outside! he was smoking, though.” someone said. y/n tried her best to not scrunch up her face at the mention of smoking. she couldn’t tell if it was because he was doing it, or because the student felt right to snitch about it to the teacher.

mr. evans let out a quiet ‘oh’, and continued to silently take attendance, ocassionally lifting his head to make sure the student he was marking was in fact there.

talking filled the room again. y/n joined in on hearing about how her classmates weekend went, but quickly snapped towards the door when she heard the familiar squeak.

in finally walked matt. he was wearing a simple plain white tee and black jacket, along with black cargo pants and white air forces to match. he waited by the door for the teacher to notice his presence, which didn’t take long.

“you’re late, matthew.” mr. evans crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. matt shrugged, “got lost on the way here.”

“do you at least have a slip?”

matt fumbled through his pockets in search of the white late slip he was given. as he recklessly searched, a small box of cigarettes fell to the ground. mr evan’s shook his head, “hand it here, matthew. hate to do this on your first day in my class, but i gotta give you detention.”

he rolled his heavy blue eyes, leaning down to pick the carton up and handed it to mr. evan’s, along with the late slip. mr. evans gave him an apologetic smile, “okay!” he clapped his hands together to pull the attention to him, “obviously, matt is new to this class and needs somewhere to sit, is there any empty desks?”

no one bothered to point a desk out. mr. evan’s eyes scanned the room, landing on the desk directly in front of y/ns. “there,” he pointed, “you could sit there for now in front of y/n. y/n raise you’re hand!”

y/n, kind of confused, shook her head, “but.. that’s where sammie sits?” she informed. mr. evan’s shrugged at that, “i’ll just have to move her then, matt, go sit.”

“but she’s my partner..?” mr. evans ignored her, and began to talk about the agenda written on the whiteboard.

matt held a small smirk as he walked down the small isle, stopping before y/n. he stared at her for a couple seconds, but continued to sit down when she refused to give him attention and directed it towards the lesson.

as he sat, the smell of his cologne mixed with the fresh scent of cigarettes filled her nostrils. once the smell faded from rancid to sweet, y/n couldn’t help but be entranced by it.

she never thought the new smell of her old best friend would be the thing she focused on for most of the 75 minutes of class, but here she was.

as mr. evans rambled on, matt shifted in his seat before turning over to face y/n. “hey.” he whispered. y/n only blinked at this, they haven’t talked in forever and the first thing he has say is ‘hey’?

she gave him a soft ‘hm?’, not looking to engage in conversation. “where’ve you been?” matt cocked his head to the side. she looked away from their teacher, making prominent eye contact with him.

“just.. around.” she answered, keeping it short. “not around me, though?” the words rolled out smoothly, but y/n could’ve sworn she was about to get hit by an 18 wheeler.

“why would i be?” she broke the contact, looking down at her notebook as she scribbled hurried notes. “i don’t know,” matt answered, “ya know, i missed you.” he confessed.

she nodded, not wanting to talk anymore in fear of having to break down the unresolved ending of their friendship. “we should hang out sometime.” he suggested.

y/n shook her head, “i’m busy.” she stated. matt furrowed his eyebrows, “cmon, it’s me.”

“matt.”

“y/n.” he pushed. “most girls would kill just to even talk to me.” y/n rolled her eyes. of course matt would view this as an ego boost.

“we could catch up on stuff.?” he suggested again. y/n began to tune him out, no longer wanting to talk. “you can ignore me all you want, but that doesn’t replace the fact i was your savior at one point.”

“my savior?” y/n scrunched her face at that. matt nodded, “i deserve particular credit for making you into.. this.” he looked her up and down. matt couldn’t see much of her outfit, but the slight show of cleavage definitely made up for it.

“this,” she motioned down to her body, “has nothing to do with you.” matt nodded with his everlasting smirk, not believing her for one second.

“will you think about it?” he pleaded. y/n looked back at him. matt held a sad expression in attempt to persuade her.

“mr. sturniolo! please face the front.” mr. evans called. matt sighed, giving y/n one last look before turning.

y/n stared at the back of his head for the remaining minutes. she was unsure of what he truly wanted, but the want of knowing was already breaking through the ‘i don’t need him’ walls she once set in her mind.

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leothil · 1 year

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Okay I'm thinking some more thoughts about Christopher and the use of the red umbrella on Buck's balcony, because I think it''s more connected to parenthood rather than danger, as I first thought.

As many have noted, in S6 we first saw the umbrella in the background in 6x04 (Animal Instincts) when Connor comes over to apologize for blindsiding Buck with the request to be his and Kameron's sperm donor.

It's very conspicuous in the background of this shot, almost like a divider between Buck and Connor. The scene continues with Connor talking about feeling like a total failure for letting down the woman he loves, and how he'd assumed the fault was with her. Interestingly, the umbrella is never in sight during the last scene of the episode where Buck tells Connor and Kameron that he will be their sperm donor. At least to me that makes it seem like it points more to the concept of family and fatherhood that Buck and Connor are discussing; the tone of the conversation is very much about longing for a family and feeling desperate that your own faults is what's holding you back from having one.

The next time we see the umbrella is actually in 6x08 (What's Your Fantasy?) when Buck is watching Jee-Yun.

It's only kind of visible in the background during the first part of the babysitting montage, but it's still noticeable, because you don't see it at all while Maddie and Chimney are in the apartment, even though similar shots are used where it very well could've been seen. But it makes sense that it wouldn't be as prominent with Jee-Yun - while Buck loves her, he's very clear on his role as her uncle. So it's more about Buck flexing his parenting muscles rather than actually acting in the role of a parent.

The next time the red umbrella makes an appearance is in 6x09 (Red Flag) when Buck reveals that Kameron is pregnant.

For the duration of the group call you can see the umbrella flapping in the wind behind Buck. Chimney wonders if they should congratulate him, Eddie says that would feel weird, and Buck (a bit later) says he's happy for them and that he'd been worrying about setting them up for more disappointment in case it didn't work. Very much the same train of thought as Connor in 6x05!

In 6x11 (In Another Life) the umbrella flashes by again, both in the coma dream and in the real world. Here it's very much in the background, though, and I think it's just as part of the set rather than having any symbolic role; it's never in focus or prominently visible in the background like in these other cases.

Now, in 6x12 (Recovery) it's harder to argue that they're not playing with some kind of symbolism with the umbrella!

We spend quite a bit of the first half of the episode in Buck's apartment, but the only time the umbrella is visible is when Connor comes over - not with Maddie there, not with Hen there. And once again the conversation between Connor and Buck touches on parenthood. Connor seems to hint at being a little bit spooked about becoming a father (understandable): "You hope for something for so long and when it finally happens it doesn't quite feel real."

And finally, today (yesterday for you living in UTC-negative time zones) it was there again in 6x13 (Mixed Feelings).

In this precious I-have-read-about-this-in-1000-fanfics scene Buck and Chris are baking cookies for Chris' class. The umbrella is visible during the whole scene, hanging out behind Christopher's head. It's very hard to not see this as a parenting scene: Buck and Chris are hanging out without Eddie, at Buck's house, and doing something for school. Buck even kindly rebuffs Chris' question about having cookies for dinner.

Does this mean anything? Who knows! But it's fascinating to be able to find similar themes connecting the scenes where the red umbrella is featured! If I were to guess, I'd say parenthood is the connective thread between all these different scenes, and specifically parenthood in connection to Buck. We've already seen him trying to figure out his own life more during this season, and the sperm donor storyline definitely seems to nudge him towards thinking about his own role as dad and guardian. The very domestic scenes with Eddie and Christopher have only served to underline this, in my opinion!

I am still very suspicious about this shot of Chris at the end of 6x07 (Cursed) though. Very suspicious.

#911 #911 fox #911 meta #oh god i didn't think i'd be writing meta posts rip #just frida thoughts

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wrrrenff · 5 months

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Super Mario Bros. Universe Luigi x GN! reader Synopsis: The Mario brothers are back in town after 6 years throwing a New Years Eve party. Your old crush Luigi will be there. Will he remember you? Warnings: Brief mentions of bullying.

It’s New Year's Eve already. Welp, another year wasted. Still stuck at your dead-end job, no relationships, a few close friends but we didn’t do much this year. You can’t be too surprised though. The past few years have been pretty much the same. And the perfect end to such a boring year, you’ll count down on your couch with your cat and a beer. Yippee…

*buzz* *buzz*

You look towards you phone that’s plugged in on your nightstand. Hmm, wonder who that could be. You go to your phone and unlock it to see a text from your friend Pauline.

Pauline: superstar wyd tonight?

You: absolute dog shit. U?

Pauline: yay! the mario bros are back in town and they decided to throw a nye party and YOU are coming with me :)

A party, huh? Not typically your scene but it would be nice to end the year with a bang. And you liked the Mario bros. You didn’t know Mario too well but you were super close friends with Luigi in your school days. You guys were best friends until the brothers moved ‘out of town’. Nobody really knows where they moved but hey, as long as they’re happy. As long as he’s happy. You missed the younger twin so much. It would be nice to see them him again.

You: ok yeah that sounds fun

Pauline: i knew you’d be down. be ready at 10 ok?

You looked at the clock. You had about 2 and a half hours until the party. Better start getting ready. I mean, you want to look good for this reunion, right? You go to your closet and scour through your dresses and jumpers until you land on the PERFECT piece! Now that that decision has been made, you lay your choice out on the bed and go take a shower. As you stand there, the hot water raining down, shaving your legs, you start to think back on your memories with the younger twin.

You met when some kids were bullying him at recess in the 2nd grade. He was curled up under the slide crying while these two 3rd graders made fun of his overalls. I stepped in front of the boy and kicked one of those third graders right in the gut. Totally worth it. From there it was history. As the years went on you and luigi had grown so close. In middle school you developed a crush on him but it was clear he never felt the same way. Any time you flirted with him he just never seemed interested. So you pushed your feelings aside. You were content staying friends. A part of you never let go of those feelings though.

The razor nicked your leg, snapping you out of your thoughts. Now was not the time to think about your crush. Besides, he’s probably got a beautiful partner now. There’s no way someone hasn’t snatched him but in the past 6 years. Anyways, you finish up shaving, washing, and hop out of the shower. You dry off, blow-dry and style your hair and then sit down to do your makeup. You debated between full glamor and something nice and subtle, ultimately deciding to go with the latter. Sitting in front of your vanity, it finally hits you. You're actually going to see Luigi after so long. You want somebody to pinch you! You wonder if Pauline told him you’re coming or if he’s going to be totally blindsided. Would he even be excited to see you after so long? You hoped yes but to be honest, you don’t know. It’s been so long and he might have changed. He could have completely forgotten about you. God, you hoped that wasn’t true. In fact, you’re just going to tell yourself that he hadn’t forgotten or else you’d spiral and you’re in far too deep at this point to back out.

You finish your makeup and slip into your garment. After putting on your shoes, you take one final look at yourself all put together. Not bad. If you saw yourself from across the room you would absolutely go up to yourself and hit on you. Perfect. You check the clock and you’re about 3 minutes ahead of when Pauline said she’d be here. You decided you would go ahead and wait outside for her. Just as you lock your door you hear a whistle followed by the voice of your friend.

“DAMN BABE YOU CLEAN UP NICE” Oh Pauline. Thank you for giving my neighbors a reason to hate me. You quickly run to her car before she has any more chances to disturb the neighborhood. “Hey hot stuff. Are you trying to get laid tonight or what?” Your face turns a deep red color and Pauline’s face lights up. “You still have the hots for the plumber boy don’t you!” You roll your eyes already regretting accepting the invite for tonight. “Can you just drive please?!” “Fine, fine. I bet he’s gonna explode as soon as he gets a piece of you.” You decided not to acknowledge her and try to control your mind on the ride to the party.

Music starts pumping into your ears as you walk up to the house. This is it. Your old best friend is right inside. You’ve got this. You both enter the house and get a little overwhelmed at just how packed it is. But that didn’t matter because you immediately spotted green. Pauline followed your eyeline and smirked. “I’ll meet up with you later” she says and then disappears into the crowd. After waving her off you notice the elder twin dressed in a classy red suit with his arm wrapped around this gorgeous tall blonde dressed in pink. Good for him, you thought. You then speed over to the younger twin and just before you reach him you run into some random dude and get knocked onto the ground.

“Oh! Miss, are you okay? Let me help you-” You look up and lock eyes with Luigi. He recognized you instantly and for a moment it was like time stilled and your two were the only people in the room. No, the only people on earth. You take his outstretched hand and he lifts you back on your feet. “Hey.” You take what feels like years to respond. “Hi Weegee. It’s been so long” He smiles wide at the old nickname you called him. Quickly, he wraps you up in a tight cozy hug which you are just as quick to reciprocate. “I’ve missed you so much mi amore” You were so excited to see Luigi you almost didn’t catch the name he gave you. Almost.

After getting over the shock of seeing each other, Luigi finally takes a good look at you. “You look absolutely bellissima!” You turned red at the compliment. First the nickname and now the complement? You don’t remember Luigi ever being so forward before. Not that you were complaining. “Thank you Weegee. You look pretty handsome yourself.” He was wearing an elegant emerald green suit with a tie embroidered with green mushrooms. He looked jaw droppingly gorgeous. “So where did you and Mario end up moving all those years ago? I would’ve visited you guys if I knew where you were all these years!” At this Luigi’s face contorted to a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “Maybe we should go outside to talk '' He leads you both to the backyard where there's virtually nobody and it’s much quieter. You both sit down on a bench that faces a bird bath. “I’m so sorry I never told you we were leaving or where we went. It’s actually pretty confusing to me even to this day how it all happened. You might not even believe me.” You look at him kind of confused for a moment before smiling. “I’m sure I can understand. Try me.” You nudge his arm with your elbow. Luigi takes a deep breath and explains how he and Mario fell through this thing called a ‘warp pipe’ and landed in this place called the ‘Mushroom Kingdom’. He said for a long time they couldn’t find a way back to New York but eventually the princess of the mushroom kingdom helped them find a way to travel between the kingdom and earth. He even explained that the very princess that had helped them get home was the woman you had seen with Mario earlier.

You feel like your whole world got turned upside down. Luigi didn’t just leave you. He had no choice in the matter. But he sounded happy about living in this new kingdom. Would he just leave again forever after tonight? And don’t even get you started thinking about the fact that there's just a bunch of pipes that can send you to other worldly places!! Lost in thought, you jump when you feel Luigi’s hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright mi amore?” You take another quick moment to process everything before responding. “Luigi, it does all sound insane but I do believe you. I missed you so much. Are you planning on staying in New York now that you’ve found a pipe that connects? I need my best friend back.” Luigi looks sad. There’s something else in his expression that you can’t quite place. “The mushroom kingdom is my home now. I will come back here more often but I can’t just abandon what I’ve built there.” He pauses, takes a deep breath, and grabs your hands. “I want to go back to the mushroom kingdom but I can’t without telling you how much you mean to me. I should have done it years ago before we fell into that stupid warp pipe.”

“Luigi…” You were breathless. Was this real? Was he actually saying what you think he is saying? Your eyes start to get a little watery thinking about how you’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Luigi fully faces you and puts one hand on your cheek, his thumbs wiping away the few tears that formed. “Ever since we met I have been head over heels in love with you. Not a moment passed where I wasn’t thinking about you. Not a moment I didn’t want to hold you or kiss you. You have always been my comfort and my home. You made the hard days easier. You still do. When things get hard in the mushroom kingdom I always think of you and how amazing you are. How you’d cheer me on when things got tough.” He suddenly got very shy and started rubbing his neck. “Do you feel the same principessa?”

You were overwhelmed with love. All of the feelings you’ve been fostering for years are coming to the surface. You can’t be sure this was real. You tried to remember back to your school days, scanning the memories and finally realizing those moments where you thought Luigi was just being nice, he was flirting with you. It was all falling into place for you. You were just too caught up in your feelings for him that you didn’t realize that he did in fact like you too and he wasn’t blowing you off. “Of course I feel the same, Weegee! I just never said anything because I thought you didn’t feel the same.” At that Luigi sprung forward bringing you into a tight embrace, lifting you off the bench and spun you around the backyard. You both were so giddy with love and could not stop the giggles that sprung out.

As your giggles died down, Luigi slowly brought you both to a stop, letting you back down on the ground. You just stare at each other, drinking each other in. You noticed his mustache and curly hair have a few grays in them. His eyes were so round and full of life. Little freckles were sprinkled across his cheeks and nose. At this moment you were sure there was no one you’d rather be with ever. “Take me with you.” You blurt out, surprising both of you. “What are you saying mia amata?” You grab hold of Luigi’s arms and lock eyes with him. “Take me with you back to the mushroom kingdom. I want to be with you. I don’t want to keep you from your home but I can’t be here if you’re not. Let's start a life together.” Now it’s Luigi’s turn to start tearing up. He can’t get any words out so he just shakes his head aggressively.

“I love you so much Weegee.” Luigi tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you too mi amore” Luigi looks at your lips for a brief moment. You close your eyes and lean in until you feel Luigi meet your lips. The kiss was passionate, filled with more than a decade of what each of you thought was unrequited love. He tasted like basil. It was delicious. Suddenly fireworks started going off in the night sky, startling both of you and breaking up the kiss. You chuckle. “It must be midnight. Happy New Year Weegee.” Luigi leans down and gives you a sweet but quick peck in the lips. “Happy New Year vita mia.”

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fratboykate · 1 year

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Hi !!

first wanna say i read through all of FB and it was one of the best AU I’ve read fr, so Bravo!! Now you’ve re-peaked my interest with this Mom AU and got me wondering…

Why has Ereka decided Yelena is the perfect match for her mom? Is it that she’s just a true ally who when playing pretend has her barbies play house and raise a family while Ken sits in the corner quietly?

Or does she some how remember what it was like when Kate and Tom we’re together and doesn’t want to experience that again so she decides to pick a nice (and totally not grumpy) lady for Kate because she doesn’t think a man matches her mom’s vibe. Enter Yelena and Ereka decides: “yes, you’re perfect for my mommy!”

Or maybe she’s just down bad for a sister and doesn’t care how Kate gets her one. Because clearly daddy isn’t getting her one (he’s too busy pining after Kate) so maybe another mommy can get me one… again enters: Yelena😈

This made me laugh more than once and I've had a week from hell so thank you.

Ereka has never really seen her parents fight. Like I've mentioned, up until he goes Hulk Green with envy once Yel comes around Tom is a pretty solid guy. They had a mature divorce and it was more of a "I kind of outgrew you and I think it'd be best for all three of us if we weren't together" from Kate vs. like "I hate your guts" screaming matches between them. Kate still considers Tom a friend and motormouths her way into being kinda *too* chummy with him (not to mention she still lets him fuck lol) and that gives him all the mixed signals all the time. In the back of his mind, he can still get his girls back. Enter...Yelena and the girls both fall pretty hard for the grump charm. Tom doesn't take it too well. But to be fair, that was partly Kate's fault because she was kind of stringing him along a little bit. Not necessarily intentionally but he never really wanted to split up and even when they did, not that much changed except he didn't live with them anymore. They weren't "together" but they sure as hell had a good relationship and he still saw Kate naked all the time lol. The only rule was he couldn't sleep over and they had to be lowkey about it to not confuse Ri, but Kate's a horny girl and it's SOOOOO much less effort to be like "u up?" to her baby daddy than go out and try to find someone new to get her off. All that to say, he kindaaaaaaa has grounds to be a little pissed when Yelena shows up because he does get a smidge blindsided by it. Kate just was oblivious to the fact that Tom wasn't clear this was a FWB situation rather than a "I'm still into you" thing. Anyway...back on topic...

Riri obviously doesn't know Kate is a part of the alphabet mafia but her entire life Kate has hit her with the "love is love/people can have two mommies or two daddies" mantra. She's a progressive five year old lol. So when Ri sees Kate and Yelena interact she's suddenly that meme of the woman squinting with the math equations all over. She's like "I can't put into words what is happening here cuz I'm a beeb but I SEE YOU TWO LOSERS and I'm on the case say no more." Mostly it's like...she can sense that her mom is happier and smilier and...lighter? than she's ever seen her. She gets good vibes from Kate after Yelena comes into the picture. She also just loves Yelena. Overall, she's a fan of the whole scenario.

But on top of that, also, yes. Riri is down BAAAAAAAAAD for a sister. She's asked for one for her birthday. She's asked Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, the Elf On The Shelf, and any other magical creature she can think of. No one has gotten her a baby and she feels hoodwinked. She went on a tooth strike after the Tooth Fairy swapped out her tooth and her sister request note for a $20 instead of a cute little baby under her pillow. Ereka says "NO MORE TEETH UNTIL I GET A BABY". Same for Santa. She has him on a cookies and milk ban until he puts those damn storks to work. She's a little blackmailing terrorist. She points to babies when they walk past them or sees a little girl her age playing with a baby. They're not at all religious but Kate catches the tiny asshole praying one day and she's like "???????? What are you doing???" and Ri is like "someone at school said if you really want something you ask god for it and if you're good and mean what you ask him he'll give it to you. So I'm praying for a sister." Needless to say, god went on Ereka's shit list pretty quickly after the praying marathons resulted in zero babies inside Kate's belly. The word "sister" is almost cursed in that house lol. Kate hears it and her eye twitches. She gets triggered 😂

Kate: "Ri, babies are made with two parents."

Ereka: "You and daddy are parents. Can you two make me a sister?"

Kate: 😮‍💨😤🍷💀

That kid will get a sister one way or another and if having to hustle to make Kate and Yelena fall in love is what she has to do, she will goddamn fucking do it. Small price to pay. Screw Santa. She's gonna make her sister happen by herself.

(When she learns the hard way that babies aren't immediate after two people fall in love AND THEN after the waiting they make her do she gets...A FUCKING BROTHER?! PHEEEWWWWWWW that child is /not/ happyyyyyyyyyyyy. She packs her fucking bags and says "Return that thing/swap it for a girl or I'm o u t!" lolol)

#the image of her making barbies mommies while Ken watches from afar had me DYING cuz honestly...accurate to their real life #Tom just sulks in a corner 😂#kymau #kymaup #anonymous #answers

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mommymothma · 1 year

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It's that time again I'm dropping something

But no, it's not a new part to The New Manda'lor, sorry. This next part is very particular and I want to get it right.

That being said, I am providing content for a WLW ship that is severely lacking in content so... a win is a win?

Anyway, here is Celadon, Part one. Also available on AO3 Hope and Love Chapter 2

Mon Mothma x Kleya Marki

Celadon Part 1

Trigger warning, mentions of sexual assault

Rated M

"I don't think I've ever seen you dress up," Mon said, looking Kleya up and down.

"I dress for work all the time." Kleya argued, swirling her glass.

"Sure, but not like this." Mon had admittedly been blown away when she saw her. Kleya was almost always in the same clothes or same style. She often stuck to dark blues and grays, perhaps the odd white or red strip of color.

But she'd never been in green before, or at least not in front of Mon Mothma.

It was still a muted shade, but it stood out enough to catch her eye. She'd put money on it that Perrin would ping the color as Sage Green, but Mon on the other hand suspected a nice Celadon.

"We shouldn't even be talking," Kleya told her, trying to look inconspicuous but failing miserably.

Deep down Mon knew she was right, but she'd been having a hard week.

Everyday she'd get home and have to gaslight Perrin into thinking there were rumors of his gambling addiction. And every day she wished those rumors would come to fruition. It would be so much easier for her, but alas, the work was never done.

"Kleya if you keep looking around like an Owl in the daylight people are going to get suspicious. Just relax for another forty-five minutes and then you're home free. Luthen will make his appearance and no one will be looking at you."

"Except Luthen is always late." Kleya said abruptly.

Another true statement. But he was a man of the minute, he did things as they came to him. It was efficient but unpredictable.

To be perfectly fair Mon had no idea where they were and why. Every Friday she was invited to something or other and she didn't keep track anymore. When the car pulled up out front she knew to throw on nice clothes and smile and the driver would take her to whatever party her assistant accepted the RSVP to.

When she'd walked in she made her rounds, she talked to three senators before she was offered her first drink. Seven senators by her second drink, and she was to a total of seventeen on her third. On her way to find number four she'd found Luthen's shopkeeper attempting to fade into a corner.

"Well why don't you try to actually sell some stuff. Make some money for… Luthen's Projects."

"Because I'm off the clock and here as a courtesy. If Luthen wants to sell old junk to rich people then he should come here and do it himself."

"Charming as ever, Kleya." Mon told her.

"Why don't we get another drink? You don't seem to be a fan of the wine."

"Oh this water with dye in it." Kleya answered, finishing the glass with a shrug.

"Why?"

"On the job. Don't want to inhibit my thinking."

"Right because then you might agree to do this for free," Mon said, catching the other woman in her own trap.

Kleya rolled her eyes ever so slightly. The eye roll of a professional.

"I heard about your daughter," she started, "she's really going back to Chandrila huh?"

The sinking feeling at the bottom of Mon's gut returned. For a brief moment she'd forgotten about her daughter's choices, and now she was blindsided by it all over again.

"Let me guess," Kleya said, moving to stand right in front of her, "she thinks it's romantic."

"It would appear so."

"Did you tell her otherwise?"

Mon stayed quiet, not willing to admit the answer.

She loved her daughter, and she hated that she was making this decision. But it was an overwhelming positive thing for the sake of the rebellion. That's one less set of eyes on Mon.

She hated how rational it was. She hated that she was the one who had to make this sacrifice.

"I'm really sorry," Kleya told her, "I know you've been trying to keep her as far away from… that, as possible."

Mon smiled, glancing at the other end of the room where her husband made small talk with a businessman.

"Thank you Kleya." She said, heartwarmed a bit at the idea that someone acknowledged her suffering.

"I think I'm going to leave." Kleya said, prying herself from the wall.

"Now?"

"Yeah, I have a sense Luthen is doing something more important without me. He needs supervision."

"I should come with you," Mon Mothma argued, knowing the attempt was futile.

"You don't believe that's a good idea," Kleya told her, snatching a glass of Champagne off a waiting Droid as it passed.

"I know, I guess I'm jealous you're not trapped here." She explained, accepting the glass Kleya handed her.

"Change is coming, Mon. But you know better than anyone we have to be patient. We might not even be around to see it, but the spark on Aldhani set a fire, and it's spreading."

"And it must be extinguished," Mon said, her voice slightly raised. A man to her left looked at her, raised his glass with a nod. She accepted the gesture, satisfied with her ability to cover their tracks.

"I agree," Kleya said, "because it's a lot harder to put out a fire than a spark. More expensive too, and the last thing we want are higher taxes."

Mon smiled, a slight chuckle building at the edge of her mouth.

"Speaking of Aldhani, are we?" Perrin asked, surprising her by placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, yes, it's truly awful what happened. Betrayed by their own General. It makes you think about how many more… abolitionist terrorists are out there." She told him.

Kleya eyed Perrin skeptically. Mon could see the other woman's visual analysis on her face.

And Kleya did not look impressed.

"Saw Gerrera and his 'rebellion' are nothing but ants. They can't touch us here. They'll continue to blow things up and make scenes on outer rim worlds, but that's all they'll ever be." Perrin told them, and Mon wanted to roll her eyes.

Saw Gerrera was not the only spark.

There were other snakes in the emperor's garden.

"I don't believe we've met," Perrin said, extending a hand to Kleya. Mon watched as the icy woman took it, undoubtedly using a firmer hand then her husband.

"Perrin Fertha," he said.

"Kleya Marki." She replied, retracting her hand.

"Do you know each other?" He asked.

"Kleya works with Luthen at the treasures and antiques place I like. She sold me your birthday gift."

"Ah, you have good taste Kleya. In both art and career. Luthen's work is well renowned and highly valuable. I appreciate the work you do."

Kleya smiled, going as far as to add a small curtsey.

Mon couldn't wait to tell Luthen.

"Well I try. I like to say that every piece tells a story, and my job is to do my best to convey that story to the customer. I must be pretty good because your wife keeps coming back."

Perrin just smiled, taking Mon's shoulder and attempting to usher her away.

"Just give me a moment, would you dear? I have another matter to discuss with Ms Marki regarding Luthen's new Alderaan collection.

"Of course, join me by the stairs when your finished. I have some friends I would like to introduce you to."

When he was out of earshot, Mon returned her attention to Kleya, who seemed to be chomping at the bit to leave.

"Sorry about that," Mon apologized.

"Why? You're not responsible for his behavior."

Mon smiled, but it wasn't a typical smile. It was more of an acceptance of defeat than anything.

"I shouldn't have talked to him that way," Kleya said, "I'm sure I just caused you trouble."

"It's okay, I'll manage. I wish you were around more often, it would take the heat off me."

"You know where to find me." Kleya told her plainly.

The words rolled off the tongue like an invitation, but Mon wasn't sure to what.

"You should go," Kleya told her. "Don't worry about me, or Luthen. Go appease the senate, senator."

Before Mon could reply Kleya reached forward, extending a hand to the edge of her face, brushing past it to her ear.

Ever so gently Kleya rotated her earring, fixing the position it had mistakenly shifted to.

"Can't be anything less than perfect, can we?" Kleya whispered in her ear as she moved.

Mon simply sighed, shaking her head.

"I'll see you around, Senator." Kleya told her, before removing herself from her corner and disappearing into the crowd.

Mon took a second to collect herself, then followed the cold trail left by Perrin towards what was undoubtedly another round of his friends making political or sexual passes at her.

Passes he would ignore.

And for longer than a moment she wished Kleya had stayed with her, even if only to share the burden.

#andor #mon mothma x kleya #mon mothma #star wars #i just really like them okay #i just want mon to be happy

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justasparkwritings · 2 years

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The Littlest Dumpling {2}

Previous: The Littlest Dumpling {1}

Pairing: Min Yoongi x OFC

Genre: Non Idol AU / Author AU

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Swearing!

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: Yoongi’s back from a writing retreat and ready to flirt – er share what he’s written.

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Tag List: @4ksj, @jagiya, @ot7nem, @knjkitten, @teamtardis-notdead

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“The sword will not save you,” Hyunki said, unsheathing the weapon and handing it to the Lil King.

“Why not?” Lil King Yoongi asked.

“A sword is just metal, it’s the person who wields it who holds its power.”

“I am its power?” Lil King asked.

“Yes, you are.”

He tried to examin the sword, but the weight was far too heavy for him. “What if I’m not strong enough?”

“Have you tried?”

“No,” He muttered, staring at the engraving on the handle. His name in Korean, branded into the hilt. It had been made for him, and only him.

“Then you’ll never know,” Hyunki told him.

Lil King Yoongi Volume 1

June

“Mr. Min, she’s ready for you now,” Alexis stands in front of him, waiting for him to glance up at her through his lashes. He hates coming back to a place after a long time away, the weird sense of familiarity mixed with dread. Like going back to school after summer break, something he had dreaded in his later teen years. Alexis guides him to your office with the clear ease of someone who comes to this place every single day, and does this action over and over and over again.

“Great,” Yoongi mutters as he shuffles his feet, one after the other towards your office. It looks exactly the same as it did the last time he was here, two months ago, the last time he saw you. He immediately had a freak out over Seokjin, and Janie sent him on a writing retreat for four weeks. Big Sur, was a little too… outdoors for him, but the alternative option was Ojai and what would he do there? Look at grapes shrivel before being barreled and turned into wine? No thank you. The fresh air and the mountains… had worked and he had what he considered the first draft and a shit ton of notes for book one of The Littlest Dumpling.

“Yoongi!” You say cheerily. You smile broadly at him. “Welcome back.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Have a seat. Alexis, can you bring us some water and lemonade?”

“Sure thing,” She says and disappears.

“So, how was your writing retreat?”

“If I said unsuccessful, would I be released from my contract?”

You exhale cautiously. “Yoongi, did you write something?”

“Yeah, but I think it’s total shit.”

“Have you sent it to Seokjin?” You ask.

“No, he’s going to tell me it’s utter shit.” Yoongi crosses his arms, an action Jane would tell him closes him off to opportunity and good energy.

“Maybe, but he’s your editor, and that’s his job.”

“I wrote a lot, probably too much for a picture book. This isn’t The Berenstein Bears,” He hoped you’d like his little joke, but you didn’t seem to care for it as you moved quickly past it.

“It could be. Who’s to say it isn’t?” You say.

“I - that would be insane.”

“No it wouldn’t. Your books could be geared towards 1st and 2nd graders, but we all know kids up until 5th grade love to read picture books. We want to get them hooked so after they devour all The Littlest Dumpling, they go for Lil King Yoongi, and whatever your next project is. It’s all a part of it, Yoongi. The worlds you’re creating.”

“That’s horrifying.”

“It’s deeply overwhelming, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“My request is that you send your draft to Seokjin. Just ask him if there’s anything worth keeping, or if he thinks you’re on the right track.”

“Seokjin wouldn’t know what track I was on if he was setting the pace.”

“You don’t know that. Besides, whatever happened between you is in the past.”

“Is it though?” Yoongi asks.

“I hope so, I asked him to stop by today.”

“What?” Yoongi is both blindsided and enraged.

“Yep, ah, Alexis will you bring a third glass and extra chair for Mr. Kim?”

“Certainly, and then I’ll bring him back,” Alexis has dyed her hair platinum blonde, gone are the pinks in favor of this striking look.

“Why?” Yoongi asks turning to face you. You feel kind of bad, misleading him like this.

“You aren’t going to email him unless you see him and talk to him. Yoongi, this is such an important relationship. You have to rebuild your trust with him.”

“I do not!”

“You do, and it’s crucial to your success here at Serendipity to work with your editor. Plus he’s emailed you twice a week for two months and you have sent him the same automated message, which is incredibly unprofessional.”

Yoongi’s about to protest when Alexis walks in with another chair, then another glass and finally, Seokjin Kim.

“Y/N! It’s been too long,” Jin says hugging you.

“It’s been two days,” You say smiling at him. “Jin, you know Yoongi.”

“Yoongi Min, Min Yoongi, my, my, my, good to see you,” Jin says. He extends his oversized hand and shakes Yoongi’s.

“Yeah, sure,” Yoongi responds.

“My mom is looking forward to dinner at your parents house this weekend,” Jin sits and pulls a notepad out of his bag and clicks his pen before glancing at Yoongi.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Do you make it a point of pride to know what your parents are doing every day?”

“I speak to them regularly, if that’s what you’re asking,” Jin replies.

“You’re a kiss ass.”

“Oh, have I already made you jealous with my healthy relationship with my parents?” Jin laughs.

“Fuck off.”

“Gentlemen!” You interject, silencing them. “Shut up, and listen.”

Yoongi, already seated, crosses and uncrosses his legs. Seokjin sits up

“I’m not privy to whatever anger and grade school pettiness you’re both still harboring. But, I need you two to work together. You both signed contracts, you both agreed. The fact that I’m getting complaints from HR already, is absolutely unacceptable,” Your voice was clear and commanding, striking both of them in their chairs.

“Sorry,” Jin mutters.

“I’m sorry - that’s so embarrassing,” Yoongi’s apology is felt deeper within you, his soft eyes torn with hatred and sorrow. He hadn’t meant to fuck up enough that you had to scold them, they’re not children. But here he was, pissing you off. Jane was going to be even more mad. She’d rant about him jeopardizing his career by acting like an asshole. All he really wanted to do was piss Seokjin off a little… not get complaints from HR.

“Yoongi’s just come back from a writing retreat and has pages for you to look over Seokjin,” You continue.

“Oh, so there are pages?” Jin glances sideways at Yoongi.

“Fuck. Off.”

“Yoongi,” You scold.

“Yeah, Yoongs. Be nicer.”

“The point is, Yoongi has pages, first draft pages that he is ready to share. Jin, are you ready to edit them?” Your glance makes it clear, it isn’t a question.

“Absolutely,” Jin says recovering his composure and professionalism. “I look forward to reading them.”

“How long will it take?” Yoongi asks, refusing to look at the face he’s had memorized since childhood.

“My initial notes? Or me to read them?” Jin chuckles.

“Both.”

“It’s Tuesday? Give me until Friday. Then you can let my comments ruin your weekend,” Jin teases.

“You’re the actual worst,” Yoongi mutters.

“I trust that your comments will be helpful and not in fact ruin Yoongi’s weekend.” You tell them both. “And if I have to referee another one of these conversations you both will owe me royalties under the table.”

“Fine,” Yoongi grumbles.

“That’s fair,” Seokjin says. “And with that, I am off to put in my last notes for another project. Yoongi, I look forward to reading your first draft. I’m sure there is greatness in there.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything but stares ahead at the bookshelves. He notices a Morrison, a Rowling, a Steinbeck. Classics between old Judy Moody’s and the entirety of the Junie B Jones series. Numerous copies of The Chronicles of Narnia, but not one copy of book 7.

“Thanks, Jin,” You smile warmly at him and watch as he exits your office. “So, you gonna tell me what that was about?”

“I told you, I don’t trust him and I don’t like him.”

You sip your lemonade slowly, thinking through it. “Tell me, how did you two meet?”

“Seokjin and me?”

“No, you and Alexis.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, an expression of his annoyance but one you’re beginning to find kind of cute and charming. Like his scowl, or the strained look his irises get when he’s pained.

“Our parents are friends, our moms got pregnant around the same time with us. We’re both the youngest of two sons, and our brothers played in similar sports leagues. We went to regular school together, and then Korean school on the weekends. We became best friends.”

“Can I guess what happened?” You ask.

“Sure.”

“He wanted to be popular and cool, which meant dropping you,” You guess.

“Something like that,” Yoongi agrees.

“I’m sorry Yoongi,” You tell him. “I know that doesn’t mean much, but I am.”

“Yeah, I wish he was.”

In your years working with Seokjin, him apologizing for being a pompous asshole had never happened because, frankly, you’d never seen him behave the way he just did. He was beloved by his coworkers, adored by his bosses. Seokjin radiated positivity and was the funniest guy in the office. He was a delight to work with, and the need to scold and reprimand him came from whatever Yoongi brought out in him. Clearly their mutual hatred, or the effect they have on each other goes both ways.

“If it makes you feel better, he might be the least liked person in the office.”

“Because he’s an asshole?” Yoongi asks hopefully.

“He’s charming, and has that face, and is kind to everyone. Not to mention his work.” You really wanted to lie for him. “I’m sorry, he’s really great.”

Yoongi sinks, crestfallen. “So he continues to be perfect while I exist to be a failure.”

“You’re not a failure.”

“You hardly know me, who’s to say I won’t disappoint you next?” Yoongi asks.

“Is that what you really think?” You wonder, eyes hardening as your chest tightens. He keeps leaving these little crumbs, crumbs of these hurtful beliefs and ideas he has about himself.

“I become insufferable when I write. Just ask Janie.”

”You call her Janie?”

“Yeah?”

Your smile grows. “That’s sweet.”

“I guess.”

“She’s a great agent, everyone I know who works with her loves her.” You say.

“She is. She’s always believed in me.”

“Good, now believe in yourself.”

“You say that like I have the key to enlightenment and self love within me. I do not, Y/N, possess such skills.”

“How would you know? You don’t seem to have tried.”

“That’s fair,” Yoongi agrees. “You know, Janie always tells me she’s kept me around for my unwavering disposition and penchant for snark and self doubt.”

“You make it sound like she likes you because you’re fragile.”

“Isn’t that a Sara Bareilles lyric?”

“It is! I didn’t even realize I did that. I must be off my game.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure we all quote lyrics without realizing where they’re from,” Yoongi says.

“The point is,” You say remembering where you were trying to steer the conversation. “Your self doubt has pushed your work to be better. Maybe you need to learn to trust yourself like you’re learning to trust Seokjin.”

“Did you just - call back while getting me to be introspective?” Yoongi’s surprise is disarming.

“Um, yes?”

“Wow, you’re good.”

“Thank you. That’s why they pay me so much,” You say.

“Is it?”

“And I’m really fucking good at the other aspects of my job.”

“Such as?”

“Making money, getting our authors and editors to work together successfully. Bringing in big gets and new projects that go the distance. Plus I have extremely high executive functioning skills.” You tell him.

“You’ve got it all.”

“And if you asked my aunts, it would be all those things that have prohibited me from having a significant other. But that’s an after work conversation,” You are quick to cover your error. You do not know Yoongi like that, not in the way you know Seokjin, or Jungkook and Jimin.

“Oh, I’ve got stories for days about my disappointing love life,” Yoongi offers. A little vulnerability, to be shared with you.

“I would love to hear about those. Maybe we’ll take one of these meetings at 5 o’clock.”

“That would be, fun?” Yoongi’s voice tilts upwards at the end of hi sentence.

“Say it like it’s not a root canal please.”

“That would be fun!” Yoongi allowed his hands to shoot in the air, shimmying a little.

“Okay, too much. How about our next meeting, next month?”

“You want to meet with me monthly?” Yoongi asks.

“I trust Jin to keep you in line.”

“It’s because he’s three months older than me, isn’t it?”

You tilt your head to the side, curiously. “Is he?”

“Yes, he is. Made me call him hyung all of Korean school.”

“Ah, a lovely honorific.”

“It’s three fucking months!”

“It’s a lot of time Yoongi! It’s an entire year shift.”

“So?”

“So, he’s your hyung and frankly, you are mine.” You tell him.

“No way!”

“You think I’m old?”

“No, aren’t we, are we not like the same age?”

“You are older than me by what, five months?”

“Wow, your hyung,” Yoongi says, wide eyed. “That’s super weird.”

“Why? Wanted to call me noona?” You laugh.

“Janie hates when I call her that.”

“So naturally you do it all the time?”

He nods. “Only when she’s particularly prickly, then I love to just turn the screw a little tighter.”

“Oh, so kind of you.”

“It really is, shows her how much I care,” His smile is broad and warm, so inviting. And cute.

“The restraint alone. She’s lucky to have you.”

“She is.”

A knock befalls the door, and Alexis’s platinum blonde head pokes through. “Your next meeting is here. And um, a certain someone has called and left you a message.”

Yoongi glances from Alexis to you, and watches in real time how quickly your face falls. He hates it, the sadness in your eyes.

“Great, we’re just wrapping up.”

“Okay, after Mr. Min leaves, I’ll give you five minutes before I bring them back.” Alexis doesn’t wait for a response but turns on her heels and leaves.

“I’ve been here far too long,” Yoongi stands and slips his jacket on.

“No, it was all good. We were productive.”

“Were we?”

“We were. Swear.”

“I’ll see you, next month?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you a calendar invite, and we’ll pick a bar?” You ask.

“Have you been to the Ruby Poppy?” Yoongi asks. It’s one of two bars he knows around here, the other is more of a dive and doesn’t seem to be your type of place. Though he doesn’t really know what your type of place is.

“I do, they have a great tequila and blackberry cocktail that’s always available during happy hour.”

“Sounds like we’ve picked a place,” Yoongi pauses at your door. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, looking forward to it.”

Sitting down at his computer, Yoongi begins to type and transcribe his notes. He hand wrote everything in Big Sur, like he always did, in a new notebook he’d picked out specifically for this project. His notes, and the first draft, aren’t totally shit. He’s sure there’s a narrative in here, but where? He doesn’t know.

Maybe Jin will be the answer.

Subject: The Littlest Dumpling Draft 1 and Notes

From: Yoongi Min

Jin -

Here’s the first draft and my notes. I know there’s something here, but I can’t tell where. Or what. Or if it actually is there at all.

Thanks,

Yoongi

He sends it off and groans loudly as his phone rings.

“Hey,” Namjoon says.

“Hey,” Yoongi responds.

“Why are you so miserable?” He asks.

“I just sent my shitty first draft and notes to Seokjin to edit and review.”

“Oh fuck, you’re nervous?”

“Terrified.”

“I’m sure it’s fine - hey do you want to come over and have drinks with me and Hoseok?”

“Yeah, lots and lots of alcohol.”

“I don’t understand why you have to work with him,” Hoseok says, sipping his chardonnay and bouncing his foot up and down.

“He’s the best of the best, apparently. According to both Janie and Y/N, my publisher.”

“Janie?” Namjoon asks. “What about Jane?”

“Do you always have to ask after her?” Yoongi asks.

“It’s like he’s a dog, every time her name is said he reacts.”

“Pavlov, it was Pavlov’s dog,” Namjoon informs.

“Yes, a Pavlovian response. Every single time, Jane, where?” Hoseok acts out Namjoon’s dog like reaction and Yoongi laughs, because it’s true.

“You have a crush, just ask her out,” Yoongi instructs.

“I hear your new publisher is quite –

“Intelligent?” Hoseok offers.

“Charismatic?” Yoongi says.

“Beautiful,” Namjoon tells them. “At least that’s the rumor.”

“Why are you asking if you already know or have an opinion on it?” Yoongi wonders.

“Do you have a crush on her?” Hoseok asks.

“Thank you,” Namjoon says. “I didn’t want to come right out and ask, but fuck I want to know. Are you into her?”

“You heard Hoseok describe her, she’s pretty fucking cool. She’s lent me a few books to read too,” Yoongi answers. It isn’t the tea Namjoon was hoping for, but it is better.

“So, she’s flirting with you?” Hoseok asks. “Are you serious?”

“Oh my god, Yoongi! It’s all you’ve ever dreamed of!” Namjoon cheers.

“How so?” He asks Namjoon.

“She’s gorgeous, she’s intelligent, and she is into you.”

“Or, she’s gorgeous, she’s intelligent, and she wants me to feel at home at a new publishing house and is supporting me through the transition.”

“I think Namjoon’s right,” Hoseok says.

“Thank you!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and tucks a stray hair behind his ear. His mini mullet is growing in swimmingly. “I can’t believe you two.”

“Yes, you can, Namjoon is thirsty as hell, and I’m well, sex negative,” Hoseok shrugs.

“Sex negative?” Namjoon asks.

Hoseok takes another swig of wine. “Yes, I’m not opposed to sex, but I’m not interested in talking about it or actively seeking it out.”

“Why not?”

“Yeah, tell me more. Am I sex negative?” Yoongi wonders.

“I can have sex whenever I want, but I’m not thinking about it constantly or looking at people wondering how good they are in bed, like Joon is with Jane.”

“I don’t want to fuck Jane!” Namjoon exclaims.

“Yes, you do,” Yoongi says. “You have for years and you’re too chicken shit to do anything about it.”

“I’m not chicken shit! I’m respectful of her.”

“Because she’s older?” Yoongi asks.

“She’s your manager Yoongi! She can break any of our careers.”

Hoseok is worried. “You think she’ll come for me?”

“Hoseok, she knows everyone and can ruin anyone she wants.”

“It’s why she’s so hot,” Namjoon adds.

“That’s why we think you want to fuck her,” Yoongi points out.

“I’m a data scientist, how could she ruin that?” Hoseok asks, still stuck on the idea that his career could be decimated by merely associating with Yoongi and Namjoon.

“Do you really want to know?”

“No, I don’t.”

“So you’re sex negative, but aren’t you seeing somebody?”

“I’m not asexual, or aromantic. I just don’t need to talk about it.” Hoseok reiterates.

“Which is fair, I might be sex negative too,” Yoongi says.

“I’m definitely sex positive,” Namjoon boasts.

“We know,” Hoseok and Yoongi say.

“Yoongi, what are you going to do about Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“I don’t know, keep my head down. My bigger issue is dealing with Seokjin.”

“I don’t understand why he’s such an asshole.”

“That’s the thing!” Yoongi feels himself heating up. “He apparently is just an asshole to me, and according to Y/N, she’s never seen him behave like he did in our meeting before.”

“You bring out the worst in him.”

“He brings out the worst in me.”

“She only knows him as nice? Do you think there’s a possibility –

“Don’t,” Hoseok asks, eyes wide and pleading with Namjoon not to take Yoongi down the rabbit hole.

“Don’t what?” Yoongi sips his wine and glances between them. “Oh, just say it.”

“Do you think they dated?” Namjoon asks.

“Oh fuck off,” Yoongi says, slumping back across the couch. “Fuck. Off. No way! There’s no way!”

“I don’t know, if she’s only seen the nice side of him…. Maybe they’ve knocked boots,” Namjoon says.

“I hate you,” Yoongi tells him.

“I don’t think they’ve had sex,” Hoseok says. “I think they’re coworkers and Y/N happens to be a gracious and kind boss.”

“You say that like you know her,” Namjoon teases.

“I don’t, no idea what she looks like. But that’s what it sounds like. She’s doing the most to make Yoongi comfortable, but you’re putting her in a tough position. She has to be your boss, but you don’t have to be a monster.”

“I’m not a monster, just when Jin’s around.”

“Right, but he’s never not going to be around if you stay at that publishing house, he’s always going to be there. You’re going to be working with him, what can you do to not turn into a little shit whenever he’s around?” Hoseok asks.

Yoongi’s often wondered what he’d do if he was in this position, forced to work with Seokjin after all they’ve gone through. He’s never found a solution, or an answer to it. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do or how he’s supposed to act. Because years later, Seokjin has never apologized. He’s never fessed up to what he did, how he betrayed Yoongi, how he abandoned him for popularity and sex. Okay, Yoongi just assumes there was sex being had in high school. But he’s never said he was sorry and asked for forgiveness, he’s just existed without a second thought to how he behaved hurt Yoongi.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi says.

“Well,” Namjoon sighs. “You should figure it out.”

“Jane!” You say, standing from your table at DanBam Coffee & Roastery to hug the familiar face.

“Y/N!” Jane says in response. She takes the hug and sits across from you, pleasant smile on her lips.

“How are you?”

“Oh you know, people need extensions on their contracts, writers get writers block, some need to be sent away to figure their shit out…”

“Are you just talking about Mr. Min or?” You ask.

“Oh, no, not him. Besides sending him away on a retreat, that was necessary.”

“I didn’t know the whole Seokjin thing would push him that far.”

“He just… Yoongi still feels the effect of whatever happened between them, and he’s got to grow up and move on.”

“What if he can’t?”

“Let me worry about that,” Jane says. “How has it been, working with him?”

“He’s,” You pause, thinking about how to appropriately describe Yoongi. “Prickly, but also so very soft. An anemone in human form.”

“That’s a far nicer description of him than I’d offer,” Jane comments.

“Really? Why?”

“Yoongi is great, a basket case, but one of the best children’s authors around. He’s cynical and sharp, and don’t tell him, but he’s my favorite fucking client.”

“Is he really?”

“He is. He always has been. If only he’d believe it just a little bit.”

“He really doesn’t see how great he is, does he?”

“Absolutely not. Has no sense that he’s incredible.”

“How do we get him there?”

“If I knew the answer, I would’ve done it during his first edits. I’ve got to say,” Jane hesitates. “Putting him with Seokjin is the biggest clusterfuck he’s gone through.”

“Really? He’s only alluded to their past, but I don’t have a great sense of what happened.”

“It’s, pretty bad. Jin’s never apologized, never said anything close to sorry.”

“They’re childhood friends, right?”

“They are,”

“Interesting.”

“You like him,” Jane guesses.

“I do?”

“Yeah, you let him borrow your books.”

You laugh. “Is that how publishers show their affection? Did I miss it?”

“I don’t know if others do, but that’s how you show it. Didn’t you let Taehyung borrow books?”

“After his tongue had been in my mouth,” You answer.

“Okay, fair.”

“Taehyung is totally different, he and I were, not a mistake, but a weird detour that was damaging to both of our careers,” You say.

“You came out on top though, so did he.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean what we did was right.”

Jane nods and offers a counter point. “It was right for you at the time.”

“That’s true. But Yoongi is,” You begin.

“Different.”

“I’m not naive enough to start something with one of my author’s, at least not when they’re still working on a draft and are contractually obligated to submit work to me. I would never, again. I would never do it again,” You clarify.

The relationship between you and Taehyung had begun as a secret affair during the editing of his first book. It had been a mutual attraction, and a sworn secret you both vowed to keep. But, office romances are rarely kept hidden and you were discovered kissing at the work holiday party under the mistletoe, mistletoe that Taehyung had put up specifically to kiss you under. That had sparked the gossip, and soon everyone knew that you and Taehyung were an item. Which was unethical as you were his editor, but what made it worse was the very public relationship it ended between Taehyung and his other girlfriend, whom you didn’t know existed. That is, until it was splashed across Page Six, and it became clear you were the other woman. It sparked Taehyung’s next novel, which was about the psychological warfare of dating and loving two different women and trying to discern who would be the best mother to his future hypothetical children. It was a best seller and stayed at number 1 for ten weeks. You, having worked with him on his previous book, were given first editing rights of this book. Which you took, and thanks to it, was offered a position at Serendipity.

Jane was right, you had come out of an impossible situation totally on top… but at what cost? Your relationship, which you thought was leading you towards love, had crumbled, and your career nearly went with it. The snickers and back handed comments hadn’t fully stopped, either, which made certain public outings unbearable. You wanted it to be in the past, particularly as you were finding yourself staring into Yoongi’s eyes more and more frequently… but it also begs the question, does Yoongi know? Does he know about your past indiscretion, and if he does, does he care? He isn’t just another author, if he was you wouldn’t have fought so hard to have his newest project as a part of your publishing house.

“But you like Yoongi.” Jane says.

“He’s special and I can see it so clearly.”

“Good, I think you two would be so fucking cute together, and it would take the heat off of me.” Jane sips her tea and remains coy.

“Heat? What heat Is he putting on you?” You ask curiously.

“I’m seeing someone –

“Congrats.”

“Thanks? I’m seeing someone, but I won’t tell Yoongi who it is, and it’s driving him absolutely insane.”

“Why won’t you tell him?” You ask.

Jane tries to dismiss it. “Because it’ll just be messy, and the last thing I want is for my relationship with this new guy to deter my working relationship, and friendship with Yoongi.”

“Will it?”

“It might.”

“So, you’re keeping a secret that he knows exists, from him?” You question.

“Yes.”

“Huh, doesn’t that get tiring?”

“It does, particularly when he’s so fucking persistent about knowing.”

“But you won’t tell him?”

“Not yet,” Jane answers.

“Hasn’t he known about your other relationships?”

“Do you mean the one with women and non-binary people? Of course, he’s met several of them. But this is different and that’s why I won’t tell him.”

“Either you’re in love or it’s someone he’ll be shocked to know you’re with,” You decide, deciphering her vague language.

“Correct.”

“Are you dating Seokjin?” You ask, eyebrows raising. “That would put him over the edge.”

“No, no, I’m not dating Seokjin. Could you imagine? I’d devour him whole.”

“I’d love to see you try,” You laugh. “He could use a strong woman in his romantic life.”

“I do fear that Yoongi will wonder, based on your interactions, if you and Seokjin have dated.”

“If Jin and me? Oh, absolutely not. He’s an editor and also, if dating Taehyung was bad, dating Jin would be worse.”

“Where would Yoongi fall?”

“Oh, that could be career ruining if it’s not handled properly. Decimating, and there would be no positive spin or way out of it like with Taehyung.” You answer.

“So, what will you do?”

“Keep my distance, for as long as I can.”

“What if you can’t?”

You laugh. “Jane, the question isn’t what will happen if I can’t keep it to myself. The question is, what if I can?”

Next: The Littlest Dumpling {3}

#justasparkwritings #justasparkmaster #the littlest dumpling #min yoongi #houseofddaeng #purplearmynet #bangtanarmynet #networkbangtan #kpopccc #OT7 series #BTS series #Min yoongi x reader #Min Yoongi x you #lil king yoongi

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bitter-sweet-coffee · 2 years

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Feel free to ignore this btw if you’re tired of this conversation, I honestly would not blame you LMAOO

But I read up on your whole shadow age posts and omg. I’ve seen that debate stir up a lot on sonic TikTok of all places, where people go back and forth that he’s 15 or 50 and it’s so strange bc literally like you’ve been saying; he’s canonically ageless.

The only place his age was shown as 15 was from a leaked sonic 06 file, but, other than that, every other piece of canon material either doesn’t state his age at all or says he’s ageless.

If someone one wants to use this to view shadow as 15, that’s totally fine, but that doesn’t automatically equal it being canon information since you rlly have to dig to find it and it was never officially released. Unless SEGA or Sonic Team or someone who works there comes out and straight up states “shadow is 15” than it’s not canon evidence. Idk why that’s such a hard thing to grasp?

As someone who likes to headcanon (emphasis on this part LMAO) Shadow as physically and mentally 15, i still enjoy making and seeing “he’s an old man” jokes bc he was made so long ago and it’s also just fun to play around that Shadow’s so behind on modern day things and trying to play catch up. He’s just trying his best. But just cuz that’s my interpretation that doesn’t mean he’s canonically 15 or canonically an old man and everyone has to follow it. It’s all just for fun.

He’s still canonically ageless and immortal.

The whole shipping aspect tho is rlly where Shadow not having a real canon age is weird and causes the most uproar, as we saw. It’s understandable, but at the same time it’s just weird to see such intense debates over something so minor to the franchise. Don’t get me wrong, there are certain ships to be uncomfortable with and that have real issues, and each person has every right to dislike them. But with Shadow, bc of the age debate, I think that’s a situation where leaving it up to a persons own interpretation is fine and just leave them be bc at some point it’ll just be talking to a wall. That’s me tho.

I also think some people have forgotten there’s a line between fanon and canon, or it’s at the least very blurred for them, so they just automatically apply their fanon ideas into canon and don’t realize ppl interpret things differently. You have people who heavily use canon to inspire their works and their discussions and then you have ppl who heavily rely on their fanon ideas for that. Both are totally fine and are allowed to, and should, coexist and I think some ppl don’t remember that.

Sorry this got so long omg.

Hope you have a fantastic day tho!!!!

i'm posting this because you summarized it all flawlessly (much better than my humorous performance that was prompted because my original post was tagged as a vent post that non mutuals and blindsided mutuals decided to turn into a shitshow... completely proving my point about the current animosity and lack of reading comprehension in this fandom)

i never said people can't make shadow 15 in their fanon, i said he is canonically ageless, and people's first response was to accuse me of not knowing the sonic canon and citing nonexistent manuals and falsified links to "prove i'm wrong" or posting their fanon interpretations in my canon discussion. i can fight fanon with fanon but that doesn't negate the canon fact he's ageless, if anything it just derailed more

people can headcanon all they want, but it doesn't replace the canon ages which was the point of my vent (people replacing the canon and spreading misinformation— not because of headcanons, but because of headcanons they falsely claim are canon)

but seriously, thank you for wrapping this whole thing up as neatly as you did, cheers! xx

#bsc‼️#bsc canon lore #sonic analysis #shadow the hedgehog #you are a lifesaver i'm pinning this until people shut up lol

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journalofabrokenheartedvirgin · 1 year

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Part 80

When did the break up happen?

The breakup happened almost 3 1/2 weeks ago. The time has gone fast and it still feels like it happened yesterday. And its crazy to think that next week will be a month since it happened, the same amount of time we were together and soon enough it will be more than how long we were together. Makes me sad to think about

2. How long was the relationship?

It was only a month long. We started dating August 30th and broke up October 3rd. We became official after our third date they I came back from a 5 day trip to Michigan

3. Were you blindsided by the breakup?

Completely blindsided. I thought the relationship was going great. I thought he liked me the way I liked him, I thought he was happy with me. He acted like he was and I was foolish to think he was. I was totally blindsided and shocked

4. Who ended the relationship?

Ryan was the one to end it. He said that the relationship was taking too much out of him, that it was too much effort that he couldn’t put in, and that I deserve someone who can and wants to put that effort into me. Later on, he said he thinks I deserve to be with someone who wholeheartedly feels the same as I do

5. Do you feel like you got closure?

I feel as if I should feel like I got closure, as he told me exactly why he broke up with me, but I still feel confused and hurt and there are questions I wish I could still ask him, but I missed the opportunity when I didnt ask him in my text to him. There are still things I wish I knew, but I feel like at this point I never will

6. What are you currently struggling with the most?

There are a few things im struggling with. The first is how I felt like he liked me the same way I did, he even told me he liked me a lot on my birthday. I told him I liked him a lot too. And the way he acted it felt like he did. He bought me birthday gifts even before we were official, he would drive 20/25 minutes multiple days a week to come and see me and when I told him I could give him gas money for it, he said why should I, he got to come and see me and thats all that mattered. We went on a weekend trip with our friends where in we slept in the same bed and cuddled. He told me I was one of his favorite people. Was that all a lie? Especially the last part. Did he lie to me that I was one of his favorite people? I just wish I had asked him. I also just want to know, if he didnt like me wholeheartedly the same way, did my first boyfriend not like me? I wish I had asked him. Did he not like me at all? Its just very confusing because if he didnt why did he say yes to being with me at all? Did he just want a girlfriend to have one and then he felt bad when he realized what he was doing is he had to break it off? I am just hurt and confused. The second thing I am stressing about is even though he said it wasn’t a me thing, I cant help but think about all the things I may have done to finalize his decision to break it off. Like, what was the last straw? Was I too annoying? Came off too strong with how excited I was with finally being in a relationship? Did I ask for too much? I know I was too much effort and he didnt want that anymore. It was probably how he had to drive to me and felt like he had to bring dinner every time he saw me. I should have told him he didnt have to do that. Was he bored with me? Did we spend too much time in the apartment? Should I have planned more dates? Should I have put more effort in it even though I thought I was? I feel like something big that happened was when I tricked him. He noticed. I didnt wear a shirt and I started kissing him when he needed to leave. He needed to get homework done and I kept him form doing that. He must have realized it was too much at that point. I felt terrible when he said I tricked him and he said he liked that I did whe I apologized but I guess he didnt like it enough. I struggle with feeling like im not the problem.

7. The events that led up to the breakup?

The part where I tricked him, I feel like that was the event that closed the door on our relationship. I also noticed he had been texting differently. He didnt sound excited about coming over and he didnt ask about dinner. When he got to my apartment he texted im here without a smiley face. He stopped using cutie or pretty girl. I tired telling myself that it was all okay and that it was just my anxiety talking, but I guess in my heart I knew something was up. Besides those things, it didnt feel like anything was leading to a break up. Once again, I was completely blindsided.

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Anakin Assists the Jedi Council While On Medical Leave

AU brainstormed primarily by @atagotiak, @gelpenss, and myself.

Basically, a fix-it based in Anakin getting a peek into the daily life on the Council early, and accidentally Figuring Some Shit Out along the way, mostly because Palps Fucks Up.

So, Anakin gets injured in a way that limits him to Coruscant for a few weeks. He can still walk and talk, but he can't fight. The specific injury doesn't matter, just this:

Anakin runs errands on behalf of the council and sits in on meetings to take minutes as a "you're on medical leave but we need all hands on deck, congrats you get to be the secretary until we can send you on stabbing missions again" thing.

Also, there just aren't a whole lot of people with Anakin's clearance level. They had to send out Stass Allie to handle the mission that was originally next on Anakin's roster, and Anakin's the most convenient person to substitute into her position.

He's not super happy about this but he can more or less understand the point of it. Given that he gets antsy about needing to fight almost immediately, he can acknowledge the worth of having something useful to do, if only as the person who's writing down who says what and making sure everyone has the right file on hand.

(Besides, Obi-Wan jokes in a way that Anakin thinks might be encouraging, this is good practice if Anakin ever wants to be on the High Council himself!)

(This is a very helpful conversation.)

BASICALLY, Anakin is resigned to this but agrees because "Usually we have Master Allie handle this but we need her running that mission that was originally set for the 501st, so you get to fill in for her until you can switch back. Think of it as training for eventual mastery or admin or--listen, we're just really stretched thin."

Here's the key thing, though: Anakin isn't supposed to leave the Temple, for medical reasons, so Palpatine doesn't know Anakin is sitting in on Council meetings. They haven't met up since Anakin's last surgery, and because [muffled hand-wave reason] he didn't find out another way, like Anakin comming him or the Council giving him the heads-up about the change in attendance.

It's fine. He's just taking notes and doing preparatory research, he has the clearance, the Chancellor likes him anyway. Hell, they'd have had someone's Padawan doing this, before the war increased the necessary clearance levels. They'll toss in a quick message in the brief they send to Palps that he never reads anyway, and that's really all they need to do. Skywalker's getting some rounded experience and this way the medics won't be freaking out about him stressing his heart after getting electrocuted by trying to spar too early.

Palpatine doesn't talk directly to the Council, he just sends a recording the first time Anakin is there. It's a bit weird, but nothing goes wrong. Anakin's off-screen from whatever device they use to send a response, since he's not technically a member, just assisting for a bit on the part of Master Allie's duties that he's actually allowed to touch (and not the bits that are getting added to Mace, Plo, and Shaak's stuff).

The first four or so meetings are like that. Anakin starts having a bit of sympathy for the Council as he sees how many things they want to do that are hampered by the need for Senatorial approval, things that he would also want to do and didn't think required this much red tape.

About a week in, still mostly recordings with Anakin just sitting on the side playing paralegal, the wheel of fortune turns a few pegs.

Palpatine hands over a an order on the range of injury that a soldier should be treated for, "to ensure that republic resources aren't being wasted on clones that, while expensive, would actually be cheaper to replace than repair."

Oh, he dresses it up in prettier language than that. Anakin doesn't process it as such first.

The Chancellor manages to couch his phrasing in "prioritizing resources for taxpaying republic citizens and employees of the GAR," which... well.

The natborn commissioned officers pay taxes. The Jedi are employees. The clones are neither, because they're slaves.

Probably he frames it as the employees thing, very much the kinda language that sounds halfway ok unless you’re fluent in political bullshit.

And Anakin is really confused at first about why the council is upset by the order because, okay, he would PREFER to be able to use medical supplies on refugees when possible, but he understands prioritizing the soldiers?

He just looks up, totally lost, when someone groans and goes, "That's the third time this year, is he trying to get us all killed?"

And it vibes as such a genuine, aggrieved, sad reaction that Anakin is completely blindsided because it's not the sarcastic, petty resentment he kind of expected? It's just... desperate depression.

And someone gently has to explain that this is the third time they've had resources restricted to only GAR employees and that it's a polite way of saying "prioritize natborn officers, stop wasting resources on clones, we can replace them easier."

Or maybe he doesn't ask, because he's just there to take notes, not argue, and he can see the masters drawing up a response that amounts to "We would like to remind you that our soldiers do not fall into that classification, and to limit their access to our medical supplies is liable to cause a loss of life that we find unreasonably high. Please see the annotations attached to adjust wording so that the clones may receive the same level of care."

Anakin's internally just like "Yeah, that's phrased nice and addresses the main problem, Palpatine will obviously agree and change it!"

And then he comes in the next day and the response comes in and it's just dripping condescension about considering the clones actual people.

"This is why we can't use the bacta tanks on clones anymore, just the patches. We could use them at first, we had a few of the CCs get through fatal injuries with them, but they cut that off and said we could only use the tanks on Jedi and non-clone officers a few months ago. The Banking Clans keep tightening their belts on the army, and the Chancellor insists we put citizens first, and the clones aren't citizens. We've been arguing back as much as we can, but he keeps going on about the economy and we can't... we just can't, Skywalker. We're trying to save as many of our men as we can, but..."

Something like "Allocation of resources reiterated, the Kaminoans have assured the senate that the Jedi are far from exhausting the resources ordered."

And Anakin's like. He can't blame the council for lying about Palpatine's past or future actions. He just saw Palpatine's actions. Those actions were to order people under his control to throw away lives he saw as replaceable commodities.

These are his friends' lives.

His soldiers are being thrown away by a man in a tower that he trusted.

And then that man has the gall to suggest it's the council's fault.

Palpatine is good at what he does, especially in public, he dresses it up in flowery language and everything, but Anakin's just like "Those are my FRIENDS and also this is??? How slavers talked about their property on Tatooine???? FRIENDPATINE, WHAT THE FUCK."

Anakin can be passive aggressive sometimes as well as outright aggressive. So if he brings up the guidelines and why they make him upset in general terms, and Palpatine says something about how he’s sad the council doesn’t care about the clones...

Anakin, internally, having just watched the council scramble to save as many clones as possible within the guidelines that Palps handed down: Uh-huh.

(Anakin is just the gay horror teeth gif from queer eye.)

Just. “Yeah, funny you say that, Palpatine! Because as I remember, you told the council not to waste more resources than necessary while Mace Windu was arguing to expand the treatment range!”

Palps doesn't even have time to salvage the situation or attack Anakin because Anakin just bulldoze rants for fifteen minutes and then storms out.

Anakin... maybe does a little treason and gets a copy of the orders so he can ask Padme "Hey, can you explain the politics of this?" and doesn't tell her who wrote it so she isn't biased (he tells her that this is why he's not sharing the author's/speaker's name), and just lets Padme pick apart all the 'this is a nice way of saying they don't view the clones as people' details.

Alternately, someone on the Council sees Anakin dithering and manages to get him to admit that he's not great at political language and wants to ask someone to help him understand the full implications. The person--Mace? let's go with Mace--is aware that Anakin is on good terms with Senator Amidala, if not necessarily aware of the depth of said relationship. Mace points out that he's probably going to be seeing her soon just because he usually does and, as a Senator, she can get easy access to these sessions since they're not about specific missions, just allocation of resources, etc. It's not an optimal solution, but she's got a bit more free time than anyone else Anakin knows with the clearance levels, like Order members that are actively involved in the war effort.

Anakin dithers and panics and Mace, trying to be helpful, tells him that plenty of Jedi have made friends among the Senate over the years, didn't you know Qui-Gon Jinn was a personal friend of Former Chancellor Valorum?

At any rate, Anakin goes to Padme and asks her to explain it to him, because she knows how to phrase things so he gets it.

Anakin has to have her pause and he goes outside and destroys some things halfway through.

(Anakin maybe thinks back to the times Padmé or Obi-Wan were really obviously frustrated and when he asked, they said stuff like “I can’t stand Palpatine rn, sorry Anakin I know he’s important to you and you don’t want to talk about politics, let’s just talk about something else.”)

(Obi-Wan: I don’t trust Palpatine Anakin: you just don’t like politicians in general Obi-Wan: yes that is also true)

(Obi-Wan does like Bail and Padme but he does also talk a bit about how politicians generally aren’t to be trusted.)

#Anakin Skywalker #Sheev Palpatine #Jedi High Council #Mace Windu #fix it fic #star wars #star wars prequels #Phoenix Posts #Padme Naberrie

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coolgenie · 2 years

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Totally understand why some people are so upset with the ending. In many ways, Pat and Pran are in the same position they were in 4 years ago. It’s not fair that they still have to hide their relationship from their parents. Given the history there, however, I think P’Aof gave us a realistic and hopeful ending. It would’ve felt hollow and rushed for the parents to suddenly forgive and forget.

What we do see in the end, however, is Pat’s dad accepting a gift that he KNOWS is from Pran and Pran’s mom willingly returning his guitar. As well as ALL of the parents accepting the reality of their children still being together with Pran’s mom in particular seeming at peace knowing how happy her son is if her smile is anything to go by.

Time doesn’t always heal all wounds but it helps. These 4 years have given the parents time to reflect and while they haven’t forgiven each other, they’re softening and being kinder to one another. No doubt this is because they’ve gradually realized that forgiveness will be necessary if they want their children to be happy.

I will not excuse the toxicity of their actions from previous episodes, however, I think their initial reactions to the relationship reveal in episode 10 are at the very least understandable given their history. It’s easy as viewers to see why their reactions to Pat and Pran dating are awful (& let’s not even get into all the other ways they’ve hurt their children) but they were blindsided and mired in their own feelings at the time. Their behavior wasn’t right but I can understand where they were coming from with all the hurt, guilt, and fear.

My gut tells me that they’re healing & while it won’t happen overnight, I do think they’ll eventually let their sons know that it’s okay. That they already know. Have known for years. That they’re sorry for hurting them and not being able to see past their own hurts to support them sooner.

That “what if our families didn’t hate each other”scenario we saw at the end of episode 11? Yeah… Call me an optimist but after episode 12, I’m actually hopeful that dream will become a reality for them one day.

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #bad buddy series #bad buddy spoilers #bad buddy ep12 #bad buddy finale #bad buddy meta #bad buddy: meta #patpran #ohmnomnom

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lipstickstainz · 3 years

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just a few days - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Summary: There’s no denying that Spencer and you hate each other. What happens, when you are forced to spend a few days together? Warnings: enemies to lovers, language, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), typical criminal minds stuff Word Count: 4.5k A/N: hello friends. this is my first one shot and I hope you like it. gif not mine.

„I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.“

Many people believe in love at first sight. The heart starts racing, the knees go weak and you feel dizzy. You want to get to know the other person at all costs. Which is total bullshit, of course. You can't fall in love with someone at first sight. Interest, yes, but that's not love.

With Spencer and you it was different. The first time you met, you were breathless. Your muscles tensed to the breaking point, the blood pulsed in your ears, and your stomach turned. Only, in your case, it definitely wasn't love.

„I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you“, you shot back and Spencer rolled his eyes.

Hate at first sight really did exist, and Spencer and you were the prime example.

There was always a stupid comment, a scathing sideways glance, or catty laughter. Neither of you took it personally - why would you? You weren't interested in each other's opinions - and it didn't interfere with your work, which is why Hotch didn't say anything about it. It annoyed him, but he had also noticed that the quality of your work was higher when you were at each other's throats than when you worked separately.

You couldn't even remember why you had been so hostile to each other from the beginning. It was mutual antipathy, but no one knew why. You didn't know each other from anywhere else, had never met anywhere. Actually, you were someone who gave people a chance first to get to know them reasonably, but with Spencer it only took one look before you were sure you definitely didn't like him. Was it his aura? His charisma? His constant need to be smarter than everyone else?

At first, the two of you had been holding back. You had been professional with each other, staying out of each other's way as much as possible and not exchanging more words than necessary. Everything had been fine until one day something slipped out of Spencer's mouth. The team had been sitting in the conference room discussing the latest case. You had said something about the murder weapon when Spencer had rolled his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" you had asked him, annoyed. Spencer sat up straight in his chair and grabbed the crime scene photo.

"I've never heard anything so stupid," he said, looking at you with amusement.

"Excuse me?"

"Stop it," Hotch intervened. "We don't have time for bitching. JJ, inform the department we're on our way. Wheels up in thirty."

From that moment on, there was no turning back. You tried to belittle each other, but Hotch had forbidden you to relate it to work. Teasing and mean statements were allowed, but you were not allowed to get in the way of your work. And the most important thing: no arguing in front of outsiders. The team was used to it, but if others got wind of it, it would undermine your authority. So you had to pull yourselves together at times. Which was no problem.

Once inside the police department, Hotch divided the team. "Y/L/N, Reid, you'll go to the crime scene and examine the house for any abnormalities that might indicate motive," he said, and you looked at each other with disgust in your eyes. Hotch cleared his throat and gave you a look that said, "Get your act together or I'll send you home."

On the way to the scene, the radio was playing and you hummed the tune contentedly. You almost forgot who you were in the car with if Spencer hadn't suddenly turned off the radio. You made an annoyed noise.

"I wanted to hear that."

"I know," Spencer grinned, glancing at you briefly before looking out the window again. "And that's why I turned it off."

Sometimes you could strangle him.

The house was pretty run down from the outside. Spencer and you looked at each other. "If I had to hide your body somewhere, it would be right here," you grinned, walking toward the front door.

"I won't give you the satisfaction of killing me," he said, his mouth twisting into a crooked smile. "My death should have meaning. I'm not going to let someone like you kill me over that."

The interior of the house was in complete contrast to the exterior. Every room was cleaned and tidy, there was not a speck of dust anywhere, and the way magazines, pictures, and other decorations had been laid down indicated -.

"OCD," Spencer noted. "Look, Y/N. The magazines all have the same number of pages, the picture frames on the windowsill are all the same distance apart, and -" , he opened a cabinet in the kitchen, "the handles on the cups all point in the same direction."

"So the person has damage like yours," you said, surveying the pictures in the hallway. Luckily there were only two of you, or you would have had to stifle the comment.

"Ha. Ha. I don't have OCD."

"You still have some damage. Forensics said traces of bleach were found throughout the house," you added to his insight, walking down the hall. "The unsub cleaned and left everything like this."

"And how would you know that?" asked Spencer, who had followed you. In the ceiling in the hallway was the hatch that led you to the attic.

"The pictures in the hallway are not of the victim. They're printed photos of people from the Internet. There is no connection." You climbed the ladder and what awaited you there did not surprise you. The attic was filled with junk. It seemed like everything had just been shoved in. But again, there was not a woolly mouse to be seen.

"Apparently, the unsub places a lot of importance on maintaining the appearance of orderly, clean living."

You nodded at him and pulled your phone out of your back pocket. "Garcia, please search for wealthy families where children have been hospitalized with broken bones, hematomas or other injuries," you said, and Spencer snatched the phone from your hand. Annoyed, you looked at him.

"Equate that to sports injuries again, please. Thank you," he asked her before hanging up and tossing you the phone.

"Sports injuries?" you asked him, and he nodded.

"No parents would take their child to the hospital with injuries like that without an explanation. Sports injury is a good way to disguise something like that," he explained and you left the loft. When you got back into the car, you looked at him.

"If you snatch that phone out of my hand again, you'll be the next one with a slit throat," you smiled sweetly at him.

Spencer laughed out loud. "You grow a few more inches first, then maybe you can get to my throat."

Back at the precinct, the team profiled him and shared it with detectives. The plan was to lure him out of hiding and hope he would say or do something so you could arrest him.

"Bailey is targeting young couples in their twenties and thirties who are still in the early stages of their lives. They all moved in together a few days before they died. They were all very messy, which showed not only in their apartment, but also in their style of dress," Rossi explained.

"That's why two of our team will go undercover to draw him out," Hotch continued, giving Spencer and you a meaningful look. You knew what that meant. And you weren't in the mood for that. "Agent Y/L/N and Doctor Reid will be moving into a house on the outskirts of town, in the exact area where the last victim was found. Since he likes to return to the scene of his crime, he'll take notice."

"And then what do we do?" the sheriff asked, writing diligently.

"He'll show up a few days later and then we can go get him," Emily brought the conversation to a close and the group broke up. Hotch motioned Spencer and you to come with him to an adjoining room.

"I blindsided you with the proposal, and for that I'm sorry," he said, looking from Spencer to you, "but I'm afraid we have no choice. Tomorrow morning you'll move into the house and then it's only a matter of time before he comes. Just a few days. And until then, please try not to kill each other."

Spencer and you had been sitting together all night, working out a plan. Not only did you have to pretend to be a happy couple in front of others, you had to pretend behind closed doors. And that certainly wasn't going to be easy.

"Spencer, I'm only going to ask you this once," you began. "Are you okay with me touching you? Otherwise, we'll have to figure something else out. You can't flinch when I reach for your hand or give you a kiss on the cheek, even if I don't want to do that myself."

"I can handle that," he grinned. "As long as you promise not to snuggle up to me in your sleep. Because then I'll have to vomit."

Hotch was pretty happy with your plan and wished you good luck. He didn't want to bug the house because you still needed privacy, but the whole team was on speed dial. Besides, the others would take turns watching you. You weren't afraid, but knowing the others were always there calmed you down a bit.

The next morning, Spencer and you drove to your house. It looked a lot like the last victim's house. One story and an attic, the front yard hadn't been tended in ages. Spencer parked the car in the driveway and got out first so he could open the door for you like a gentleman.

"Are you ready for our new life?" he smiled, pulling you into his arms before you headed toward the door. His perfume was so strong it clouded your mind.

"With you, I'm ready for anything," you returned, placing your lips on his cheek.

Living with Spencer was more pleasant than you had imagined. You spent most of your time together in silence, Spencer with a book and you with music or magazines. You didn't avoid each other either, but spent every second together. Spencer always helped you cook and you helped him do laundry. You even went shopping together. There were little spats in between, but otherwise you got along fine.

You also noticed some things about Spencer that had completely escaped your attention until now. For example, he always had several books lying next to him when he read one. Which made sense if he finished one of them within ten minutes. Also, he would always mouth off a little when he was talking about something that was bothering him. And when he was talking about something he liked, he spoke with an incredible passion that was contagious.

What surprised you the most was sleeping next to each other. Since you also had to pretend to be overjoyed at home, you had also planned to share a bed. It was the most sensible and the easiest. Spencer's presence even calmed you down when you woke up in the middle of the night because you had a bad dream, and his regular breathing in the evening helped you fall asleep.

On the fourth night, a nightmare jolted you from sleep. You didn't remember what exactly you had dreamed, but you knew that you wouldn't fall asleep again so quickly. As quietly as you could, you got out of bed, not wanting to wake Spencer, and went to the kitchen. You flipped on the light over the stove, grabbed a glass, and filled it with water. After a big gulp, you felt better, but still worried. Tired, you leaned against the counter and rubbed your hand over your face.

"Are you alright?" asked Spencer, entering the kitchen. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and boxers. Something you hadn't noticed before.

"I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry," you said honestly, putting the glass in the sink. Spencer just smiled, "I had a nightmare."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, standing next to you, you shook your head. "Okay." He was about to head back toward the bedroom, but stopped in the doorway. Spencer looked at you and you smiled weakly. He approached you again and reached for your hand. Carefully he pulled you to him and put his free hand on your lower back to press you closer to him. You laid your head against his chest and could hear his heartbeat. Then Spencer slowly rocked back and forth.

No one said a word as you danced with each other in the kitchen in the middle of the night. You enjoyed each other's presence and warmth. Spencer put a finger under your chin and made you look at him. There was no hate or dislike in his eyes. There was a twinkle in them that confused you greatly. Gently, he placed his lips on your forehead before pulling away.

"Let's go back to sleep," he smiled, pulling you by the hand back into the bedroom. In bed, he reached his arms out to you so you could lay your head on his chest. There it was again, his heartbeat. But this time it was faster, steady, but faster. Spencer reached for your hand again and intertwined your fingers. "Sleep well, Y/N," he was still whispering, but you were barely aware of it. You had never fallen asleep so quickly.

The next day, the two of you went for a walk in the evening. Spencer's hand in yours no longer felt strange, but very familiar. The whole relationship between you had changed fundamentally. There was no more bitching, no more evil glances, no more spiteful laughter. You wondered if it would stay that way when you left the house, or if you would go back to your old ways. Secretly, you hoped that you would remain friends when all this was over. Even though you had only been here a short time, you had actually grown fond of Spencer. You just hoped he felt the same way about you.

"Y/N," Spencer whispered when you reached your street.

"Huh?" You looked up at him and he smiled lovingly at you. You would never get enough of that look.

"Please look at me when I tell you this now. There's a man walking across the street, right at our level, with his hood pulled over his head," he continued to whisper and I tried not to let on. "He's been following us for two blocks. I think it's him."

I nodded. "We need to show him that we are to be his next victims," you stated. When you arrived at your house, Spencer pulled you even closer. You knew what was coming. You didn't resist, and not because it was part of your plan, but because you were waiting for it.

Spencer put his hands to your cheeks and leaned down to put his lips on yours. Your heart started racing, your knees went weak, and you felt dizzy. If Spencer hadn't been holding you, you would have slipped through his fingers. His lips were soft and warm and when you kissed him back, a grumble sounded from his chest. One of his hands moved to your butt, pressing your hips against his as he slid his tongue into your mouth. You felt hot and warm shivers ran down your spine. You tried not to think about the fact that you could feel his erection against your belly, but failed miserably.

With his other hand, Spencer reached for the key and opened the door without breaking away from you, then pushed you into the house where he could have pulled away from you, but he didn't. His kisses grew hungrier and greedier, his hands reaching under your butt so he could lift you up. Your legs knotted behind him. He carried you toward the bedroom and pressed you against the wall. You rubbed your hips against his and he moaned into your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, sliding a hand under your shirt. His fingers danced over your bare skin and his touch burned into your skin. You wished this moment would never end.

"Cameron Bailey, put the knife down and raise your hands," Derek called out. Spencer and you jumped apart, completely confused and gasping for air, and saw the team standing in your bedroom. Derek took Bailey into custody and led him away. How had you not noticed that he had come into the house?

"Are you all right?" asked Emily, but you could only nod. What would have happened if Bailey hadn't broken in? How far would Spencer and you have gone?

It wasn't long before the team was back on the plane. Spencer sat alone at one end of the plane and you at the other. You hadn't had time to talk about what had happened, because after Bailey was arrested, you had packed your things and gone to the airport with the others. But what did you want to talk about? About the kiss? About the touch? About your friendship, if you could call it that? Never in your life had you been so uncertain as at that moment.

Spencer probably didn't want anything more to do with you, and you tried to tell yourself that you were okay with that. You tried to adjust to things going back to the way they were. It scared you that deep down you cared. You had hated Spencer for years and just a few days with him had completely turned your feelings upside down. And that bothered you the most.

"I could use a beer right now," Derek said when you arrived at Quantico. "Anyone coming?"

"I'm going home," you replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "My shower is waiting for me and my bed is calling for me too."

"Same here," Spencer gave and together you walked to the elevator while the others talked about where to go to celebrate. The silence between Spencer and you was unbearable, both outside the elevator and inside. You wanted to say something, but couldn't manage more than a guarded smile, which he kindly returned. At least no more bitching.

"Good night, Y/N," he said goodbye and left without turning around once more. You took a deep breath and headed home as well.

Once home, you dropped your bag on the floor and tried to wash off Spencer's touch in the shower. You brushed your teeth to scrub his taste from your tongue, but nothing could chase away the thoughts that haunted your mind. You put on fresh panties and an oversized shirt, which ended just below your butt. You were on your way to the couch when there was a knock on your door.

Without hesitation you opened the door and your heart stopped. Spencer stood in front of you, hands buried in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. "Hi."

"Hey," you said softly, and you didn't realize until then that you were standing in front of him half-naked. Embarrassed, you pulled the hem of your shirt down further. He glanced briefly at your hands and blushed before looking you in the eye again.

"I know this probably sounds stupid, but I don't know if I'll be able to sleep alone tonight. I've gotten used to sleeping next to you and after today, I don't think either of us should spend the night alone," he babbled, entering your apartment without prompting. You shut the door behind him. "Besides, there's something I wanted to do." Carefully he put his bag on the kitchen counter and came towards you with long steps.

It was not five seconds before he pressed his mouth on yours and a sigh came out of your mouth. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, so greedily they moved over your body, while yours got caught in his hair. When his fingers grazed your bare skin on your legs, you slumped against him.

"I didn't want to let you go home alone," he whispered between kisses, looking deep into your eyes. "I didn't want to sit so far away from you on the plane either, and when I got home, all I wanted was to be with you." His tongue dominated yours as his hands slid under your shirt. Your skin burned like fire where he touched you. "Tell me to stop, Y/N. Please tell me to stop and leave. Because if you don't do it now, I'll stay forever."

You went to kiss him, but he broke away from you and grabbed your chin with one hand, making you look at him. He was expecting a response. "Stay, Spencer. Stay forever and I'm yours."

That's all the confirmation he needed. His hands were on your hips again, but moved further down to briefly stroke your ass before leaning down and grabbing the back of your thighs. Without effort, he lifted you up and his lips assaulted your neck, and as he sucked on the soft spot where your jaw met your neck, all you could do was whimper his name.

Spencer carried you into your bedroom with ease, his mouth never leaving your heated skin. The warmth in your body grew with each kiss as he gently laid you on the bed. You pushed yourself to the head of the bed, allowing your head to rest on the soft pillow as Spencers hovered over you to kiss your neck.

His lips moved to your collarbone, his hands slid under your shirt and you arched up to meet him so he could easily pull it off. Hastily you reached for his shirt and undid the buttons to rip it from his torso. His weight was heavy on you and his hot skin almost burned you with every further touch. Without a word, you unbuttoned his pants and he kicked them off his long legs. For a brief moment you looked at each other. In that look were all the apologies you wanted to say, but that was no longer important. What was important was the man in front of you, the man you had fallen head over heels in love with in just a few days.

You put your hands on Spencer's back and felt the muscles dancing under your fingers. You took a quick glance at his black boxer briefs, which already seemed a little too tight for him.

"God, you're beautiful," he moaned as he glanced down your body. His hands were on your breasts and he rolled your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Again, you arched up to meet him.

"Spencer," you moaned, "no teasing. Please," you begged, closing your eyes to feel his touch more intensely. When you opened your eyes again, you could see a crooked grin on his face. He was enjoying your begging. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your panties and you could hear him ripping them. Cool air met your hot core and Spencer's boxers landed on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You had to swallow. He was long and surprisingly thick and you wondered if he would fit. Spencer looked at you silently with raised eyebrows.

"I'm on the pill," you explained, grabbing his shaft with your hand and running your thumb over the tip to smear the pre-cum, making him moan with pleasure. You pumped him two times before Spencer grabbed your wrist.

"I won't last long if you keep this up, love," he rasped, guiding his pulsing erection to your wet entrance. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him so close to you that there wasn't an inch between you. He looked at you one more time, searching for something in your face, but you just smiled at him, drunk with love. And then he glided home.

His cock was stretching you like no man before did and it almost hurt, but with the pain came the pleasure. Spencer rested his forehead on yours and his breath was hot on your skin. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You leaned into his gentle touch.

"Move, please, Spence," you purred, and that was all he needed. He withdrew almost completely from you before thrusting into you again. He quickly found a steady pace and his length stroked all the right places. The heat between your thighs spiraled in your belly and you dug your nails into Spencer's back.

"Spencer, fuck," you breathed and he grinned before pressing his lips to your throat and gently biting your collarbone. Before you knew it, he was sliding his hand between your bodies and rubbing furiously over your clit and it was all getting too much for you.

Your nails raked across his skin and certainly left a few marks on as you climaxed and your vision went black.You spasmed around his cock and felt it twitch inside you. Spencer moaned a mixture of swear words and your name as he coated your walls with his cum, his fingers digging into your hips and probably bruising them.

He placed his lips on yours one last time before carefully pulling out of you and disappearing into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. "Careful, love," he says softly, running it along between your legs to wipe your mingled cum. When he touched your sensitive clit, you flinched involuntarily. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom before lying back down with you. He pulled you to him and kissed your forehead. "Can I tell you something?" he breathed, you looked up at him quite exhausted.

"Of course."

He smiled lovingly. "I've fallen head over heels in love with you in the last few days," he confessed and your heart stopped. "The moment you laid your head on my chest in bed. You turned my whole world upside down and I can't imagine spending a single day without you anymore."

"You don't have to," you replied, putting your hand to the back of his head so you could pull him down to you. Gently you placed your lips on his and you felt his cock twitch against your belly. That's how strong your effect on him was. "I love you, Spencer."

In one fluid motion, he rolled onto you and pressed his mouth onto yours. This kiss was like the one in the house, angry, hungry and greedy. His hand slid between your legs and his fingers gently circled your clit. Your legs twitched and he pushed further down so he was eye level with your cunt. Gently he slid two fingers inside you and you moaned loudly. "I love you, Y/N. Don’t you dare forget it, when I make you scream and cum around my tounge.“ He licked long stripe from your entrance to your clit and gently sucking on it. Your body shook under his tounge and touch, as he slipped to fingers into your dripping cunt again. „Are you ready for round two?"

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid one hot #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fanfiction #enemies to lovers #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #Emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #Jennifer jereau #dave rossi

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ash-writies · 3 years

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perhaps Bolin and “ I want you to break my heart”

A/n: I actually didn't know what to do with this ngl. Maybe this was for the wrong person? Idk I hope you like it nonetheless!! <3

After defeating Kuvira things finally felt like it was going to get easier. Zhu Li and Varrick got married, Asami and Korra went on a trip to the spirit world, nothing could be more at peace. Until Bolin asked you out.

It totally blindsided you. During the war, it had felt like you were forced to set aside your feelings. Bolin on the other hand had stayed the same affectionate guy you had met years prior when you helped defeat Tarlok.

You declined the offer, you didn’t know why at first, maybe you did it out of fear.

Suddenly a voice called you out of your thoughts, “Hey y/n!” Your head snapped to the direction the voice came from.

“Hey Korra,” You greeted, moving from behind the counter you were standing at, “how was your trip to the spirit world? Did you and Asami have fun?”

She pulled you into a tight hug, “Yeah it was awesome,” she began as she freed you, “it makes for some great bonding time! How’s you and Bolin?”

You rolled your eyes and got her something to eat, “There is no ‘me and Bolin’”

“Why not?” she bit into her bread.

“I don’t know, it’s weird actually he asked me out earlier.”

“He did?!?!” she all but yelled “What did you say?”

“I said no.”

“Why, I totally thought you had a thing for him?”

“I did and I don’t quite know why I did that either.”

“I gotchu,” she said rushing out of the store.

“Wait no-” you said trailing off as you realized your words weren’t reaching her. It’s not like you could go after her either, you still had more than half of your shift left. And you spent it all in fear of what she was doing. It’s like you wanted her to “solve” whatever was going on. As you were relieved from your shift, the pit in your stomach only grew as your mind filled with the different things Korra could’ve set in motion.

It was surprisingly quiet as you walked up the stairs to your apartment, and you almost let out a sigh of relief. Then you saw him. His hair was messy as usual, and his shirt was off, revealing his undershirt. Of course in the summer heat you expected nothing less than that from Bolin. He was crouched on the floor, leaning against your apartment door playing with Pabu. Once you reached the top of the staircase you cleared your throat.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as he scrambled to his feet.

“I was waiting for you,” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head, “I wanted to talk to you about what you said earlier.”

You moved past him, unlocked your door, and walked in, “are you coming?” he nodded and walked in behind you, “what exactly do you want to talk about?”

“I wanna know why,”

“I don’t have an answer for you yet,” you dropped your bag on the floor and went to take your shoes off.

“What do you mean?” he asked taking his off too.

“I don’t know how to phrase it, I mean I like you a lot but what if I’m wrong about my feelings?” you began sitting on the couch, “I thought I’ve liked other people before, but I guess I didn’t, and I’d hate to break your heart.”

He moved so he was standing in front of you, “that’s the thing about dating, it’s to see if you can last with a person if that makes sense.”

You looked down for a moment, “that seems selfish though, to use you to figure out my own feelings?”

“y/n,” he bent down so you were at eye level with him, “I want you to break my heart.”

“Did you mean for that to be romantic? Why would you want something like that?”

“It means that while we were dating we would have a good time, and also yes,” he chuckled.

“If you really want to date me then I guess we can.” you laughed as he pulled you into a hug.

“That’s good because Pabu brought you a gift,” at that moment Pabu ran in with a single rose, which only made you laugh harder. He sat next to you and turned on the radio. You felt your heart beat faster as you leaned on him, maybe you wouldn’t end up breaking his heart after all.

#bolin headcanons #bolin x y/n #bolinxreader #bolin x you #bolin lok #bolin fluff #legend of korra bolin #bolin #bolin x reader

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 3 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (6)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(some of y’all seemed to like chapter 5! so here’s chapter 6 like promised! and remember, you get chapter 7 if this one is shown some love, so remember to comment and reblog! thanks y’all! <3)

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True to their word Tommy and Tubbo came back to see you the very next day, having gotten up early (well early for them) to get ready and head out. Wilbur had wanted to go with them but he’d gotten caught up in presidential matters and couldn’t, much to his dismay. Too bad for him though that neither boy cared to wait on him since according to Tommy,

“It’ll take you hours to handle that stuff, I’m not waitin’ that long!”

So the pair bailed and Wilbur was left to sigh as he continued his work. And the following day he was blindsided by plans for a new public building everyone was wanting to get built in L’manburg. And they couldn’t plan it without Wilbur’s approval and supervision so while he handled that for the next few weeks the two boys would sneak off to spend time in your village.

They were both pretty good workers, at least when they weren’t goofing off and getting into shenanigans. You can’t count how many times you’d caught Tommy trying to build structures out of cobblestone in the village. He’d argued that he was improving the village but you threatened to eat his portion of the day’s lunch if he didn’t get rid of whatever tower or thing he’d started construction on. He’d always kick up a fuss but would take them down before the day was done. A few times Tubbo would run screaming for you, telling on Tommy for whatever new cobble thing he was trying to build in secret. Tommy either rushing to tear the structure down or chasing after his friend and screaming at him for being a ‘little snitch’.

You knew the two were just playing and they never failed to finish the tasks you gave them so you were mostly just amused by the pair. Though that didn’t stop you from scolding them when they inevitably broke something of yours or the villagers’. But thankfully the times when scoldings or lectures were needed were pretty rare. You’re not sure if this is because the two boys were actually taking your words to heart or not though. But regardless, the time spent together was nice.

Which meant when the two boys mentioned them needing to go to the Nether and asked if you wanted to tag along you said sure. You remembered the classic Nether and even saw parts of the Nether update, but you’d never gotten a chance to explore it in depth. You’d planned to before.. well before you’d ended up here. But that never happened. And once you ended up here you could have gone to the Nether but to be honest it just wasn’t on your list of priorities. You’d been too focused on improving the village and then building your home and stuff. But you figured there was no harm to checking it out now.

-0-

“We’ll either have to go back to L’manburg where there’s already nether portals or we’ll have to find a lava pool around here to make a new one,” Tommy said to you and Tubbo, though more specifically to you.

You raised an eyebrow and asked why, and both boys started replying at the same time, Tubbo trying to explain that they didn’t have any obsidian on them so it was the only options and Tommy just saying ‘because that’s the options unless you’ve got obsidian’ in his usual blunt manner.

Without thinking about it you opened your inventory and took out a stack of obsidian and a flint and steel and held them up to the pair. Their eyebrows raised and Tommy started asking you why the hell you had so much obsidian on you! But you just half shrugged and glanced away, saying you kept an approximate assortment of items on you at all times. The boys gave each other a ‘what the hell’ look before Tubbo shrugged and said who cares then asked where they should build the nether portal.

Tommy suggested building it in the village, but you nixed that idea right away. Tommy huffed and asked WHY NOT and you said you weren’t going to open an actual portal to HELL in the middle of your village. Any number of hostile creatures could come waltzing through and kill your villagers or even burn the place down. Tommy winced and softly mumbled that yeah that was a possibility. You rolled your eyes and Tubbo suggested building it outside the bamboo walls surrounding your village. You agreed and then you three set off to find a good spot.

Thankfully finding a spot a safe distance from the village, on a hill too, was pretty easy. And you made the portal as one usually does. At one point you misplaced a block of obsidian and the two boys laughed and Tubbo said that now the portal was going to be all wonky looking. And Tommy was in the middle of saying you sucked at building when you thoughtlessly deleted the block of obsidian before lighting the portal with the flint and steel. All was silent.

. . . .

“WOT!? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Tommy practically screeched.

You blinked and looked at the two gobsmacked teens before realizing you’d just pulled some not exactly possible shit. They were giving you two twin Looks that basically screamed for you to explain yourself. But you just stayed silent for a minute before just saying not to worry about it. Internally you winced at that unintentionally dodgy answer but the two boys just kept pestering you, demanding to know how you’d done that. You sighed, knowing they’d keep on pestering you. So you decided to tease them a bit, just for laughs.

“You two can’t expect me to give away all my mystical secrets, can you~?” You said with a sly grin, waggling your fingers when you said ‘mystical’, just to play up the drama.

The two clearly did because Tommy went on a rant about how that was ‘such bullshit!’ and you can’t just ‘pull some weirdo shit like that and expect no questions!’ and more. You laughed and held your hands up in mock surrender before sighing a dramatic sigh and said fine, you’d reveal one of your secrets. But they had to swear not to tell anyone. Like you expected the two agreed without a thought. Then you took a deep breath and laced your fingers together in front of you, telling them to copy you. They did without question, both looking eager to learn. You told them to close their eyes and breathe steadily and listen to your voice. They did and you couldn’t hold back the smile as you continued,

“Alright, keep your eyes closed. Focus on my voice. The key to my master block breaking skills is quite simple really,” you said as you silently inched back, keeping an eye on them both as they stood there, eyes closed and hands clasped in front of them. Your smile grew into a grin as you felt the strange warmth of the nether portal envelop you, purple tinting your vision as you continued,

“The key is to just never reveal your secrets!”

By the time they registered exactly what you said you were almost totally through the portal, and you started laughing your ass off when you heard Tommy scream,

“READER! YOU BASTARD! COME BACK HERE-”

But it got cut off as you were sent through the portal, the last thing you saw was the two boys lunging for you before your view darkened and the almost suffocating heat of the Nether hit you in the face. You stepped forward and yelped as you almost walked right off a cliff into a lava lake. You hurried to put up a wall of obsidian for the boys coming in after you. You didn’t want them to fall, it would have ended poorly for them if they did.

But you couldn’t focus on that shit right now! You had to hide! There wasn’t much around you to hide behind. You were in a large mostly flat area with some flames here and there and a lava lake behind you and a large wall of netherrack in front of you some ways away. You glanced back when you heard the portal activating again, signaling the two coming through. That’s when you glanced up. With a snicker you jumped up onto the top of the portal and laid down on your side, perfectly able to see down. You stayed perfectly still as the portal made its usual strange sound before it spat out the two boys you’d come to care for in a maternal fashion. You’d almost laughed when they smacked right into the wall you put up to keep them from tumbling to their doom. Tommy cursed before following Tubbo to the other side of the portal.

Tommy was definitely fired up, Tubbo laughing as they boys scoured the area for you. They didn’t see a glimpse of you, which felt crazy because you’re in WHITE. In the Nether! You should stick out like a sore thumb! And there was nowhere within running distance to hide so that made Tubbo sputter and ask how fast you were exactly! You bit your tongue to keep from laughing and watched them start walking away from the portal, calling your name and demanding you ‘show yourself this instant!’ as they did. You just watched them go with a grin, deciding to let them wander around a bit before you popped back up.

You laid there as they got further away, heading for what looked to be a crimson forest about 50 or so blocks to the left of the portal. As you laid there you sighed. Breathing in the Nether wasn’t fun. It honestly just made you want to grimace, this place honestly felt like a shitty dry summer day in a desert. Overwhelming and too humid to do anyone any good. You just wished it wasn’t so warm to breathe in. If the air was cooler, at least by a handful of degrees, then you’d probably be able to enjoy this place. But you supposed it could be worse. It could be a suffocating WET heat, like trying to breathe through a bowl of hot soup.

At that point you glanced around and noticed you couldn’t see either Tommy or Tubbo anymore. So you figured it was time to go hunt them down so they could try to interrogate you. You walked along, passing a couple zombified piglins as you did. They each had thousand yard stares like regular zombies so you didn’t pay them much mind. Though you noticed when you passed by the regular non zombie piglins they all looked at you, snorting enviously at your golden jewelry. You couldn’t keep the smile from your face. You had to admit that it was nice to have someone appreciate your accessories. The number had increased since you’d started wearing the bangles. The armorer who first made them saw you liked them and so started making more jewelry.

Now you had the bangles, a couple anklets, more than a couple necklaces (both chokers and longer ones), plenty of rings, and even some pretty dangly earrings coupled with some studs. Your ears shockingly hadn’t been pierced when you’d gone to put them in after getting the gift. Which was weird since they’d been pierced before? But it wasn’t a big deal, you’d pierced your own ears before so you just did it again. And when you’d shown the boys they’d said you looked nice but they just didn’t appreciate jewelry like you did. Though you could see the piglins certainly did, but that was probably just because they were gold. But it was nice to have someone like them regardless.

You were appreciating the gold rings on one piglin’s tusks (and idly wondering if you’d be able to do the same for your antlers?) when suddenly you heard Tommy start shrieking. And not his usual angry shriek but instead one that was full of panic and fear. You jolted when you heard him yelling Tubbo’s name frantically, sprinting towards their cries without even saying a parting goodbye to the nice piglin you’d been standing with. Which was good because without wasting time with pleasantries you were able to find Tubbo and Tommy fairly quickly. Only downside was when you found them it was with them backed against a wall in the crimson forest with nowhere to run with a very angry hoglin ramming its huge tusks against Tubbo’s rapidly breaking shield, Tommy right behind him, both screeching and cursing at each other.

You didn’t even think as you charged at the hoglin. When you got up behind it you acted on pure instinct, desperate to get it away from the two screaming kids. So you grabbed its hind leg and yanked it back, momentarily shocked at how easy it was to do so. But you couldn’t worry about that right now. You pulled the hoglin back then swung it around before tossing it a few yards back. It landed with a heavy THUD, clearly taking damage, squealing in anger as it got back up and shook itself off. Though it snorted angrily it didn’t try to attack you but instead tried to go around you to reach the two boys. But you didn’t give it the chance before you were literally grabbing it by the tusks and spinning your body around before slamming the hoglin into one of the nearby tree sized crimson fungus. It smashed through the trunk, destroying two blocks in the process. The hoglin lay crumpled on the ground, weakly trying to stand only to die shortly after when you stomped on its neck.

It disappeared with a small ‘poof’, leaving behind a hide and some raw pork. You grabbed them up before walking over to the stunned teenage boys by the wall. You started checking them over to see if they’d taken any damage and then once you were sure they were okay you started asking them why on earth they’d come to the nether without shields and weapons! Tubbo said his sword had had lower durability than he’d thought and it broke when he was fighting off the hoglin! And Tommy shamefully admitted to having his sword but… dropping his shield when they were climbing across the crimson fungus. Then he’d apparently fallen and gotten surprised by the hoglin, who had done a good chunk of damage to him before Tubbo jumped down (taking damage in the process) to try and help him. All in all the two looked super embarrassed. You just shook your head and said they were idiots, but you were glad they were alive.

While you grabbed two shields and a sword from your inventory Tommy went nuts, saying that was the coolest shit he’d ever seen anyone do ever! You gave him an amused look and asked what he meant. The killing the hoglin thing? He’d never seen someone kill a pig? He gawped at you and yelled out that NO he’d seen people kill hoglins, but he’d never seen anyone basically fight one with their bare hands! Tubbo cut in and added ‘and live!’ to the blond’s statement, which Tommy nodded along with. You just rolled your eyes and handed them the shields and Tubbo the sword before calling them silly for getting so worked up over you killing a hoglin. Then before they could rant more you pulled them both into a gentle side hug and sighed,

“I’m glad you’re both okay though, you scared me back there. I don’t want either of you getting hurt. So please be more careful, okay? For me?”

The two boys softened at that and each timidly wrapped an arm around you, feeling bad they’d worried you but… oddly happy that you cared enough to even BE worried. Which was a weird train of thought for them. Neither had any parents save for Philza, and he was mostly just a loose dad figure. He was a good guy and helped care for them but he also believed in letting them figure stuff out on their own and didn’t really offer help unless they asked for it. But you felt different. They’d only known you for a few weeks but it felt like longer. They felt safe with you in your village and yeah you had your rules but they strangely didn’t mind following them. It made you happy and when you were happy they were happy too.

Though the touching moment was brought to a sudden halt when Tommy suddenly shrieked. You and the boys looked down to see a baby hogling ramming its tusks against the blond boy’s ankles. You laughed and reached down before smacking it on the haunch, causing it to squeal in shock and run away. Tommy grumbled and cursed the small thing, making you and Tubbo snicker. But then you asked them what they needed from the Nether. Turns out they needed blaze rods and were going to loot a nether fortress. You said that sounded dangerous and asked them if they had any food to restore their health or even fire resistance potions. And well they had food so, not a total facepalm moment. But then they asked you where your weapon was, and your shield! Did YOU have food or fire resistance potions? You blinked and said you’re sure you had some of that stuff yeah.

They pestered you until you pulled out your enchanted axe and shield. You didn’t really need the shield you didn’t think but it seemed to put the two boys at ease so you carried it as you followed them through the nether. Idly you made sure to leave a trail of cobblestone behind you all, so you’d know where you’d come from and could find your way back easier. And it turns out that was a smart move because you all walked a long way, through at least 4 different biomes, before you stumbled across a nether fortress. Said structure loomed over you three, looking utterly massive and low key intimidating. You squinted and told the two boys you could see a couple zombie piglins and wither skeletons up on the landings walking around. Tommy groaned and said the wither skeletons were a pain in the ass but knocking them off the edge was pretty easy.

The rest of the evening was spent following the two around the nether fortress, helping them collect potion ingredients and fend off mobs. And to your utter shock you three had discovered that you just… didn’t take fire damage! Like, at all. You’d been busy helping them knock back a couple wither skeletons when unbeknownst to you three a blaze had approached and shot fireballs at you, hitting you square in the back. You honestly hadn’t even noticed, being too busy with helping Tommy fend off a skeleton. It was only after you knocked them all off and Tubbo yelped about you burning did you pause and ask what he was going on about. You understood when he screamed that you were on fire. And yeah, when you looked down you actually were. But it… didn’t hurt? It wasn’t even burning you or your clothes. You just blinked stupidly before simply patting it out. As you three stood there silently it seemed Tommy became fed up as he shouted,

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?”

Which just made you start laughing your ass off, only able to offer him a shrug because honestly you didn’t even know yourself at this point. Tubbo started giggling as well which eventually got Tommy to crack a smile before he broke out into laughter too. You all finished laughing and Tubbo suggested that maybe it was a fluke? Tommy nodded and said maybe you just got lucky or were in shock or something? Though that was disproved when you checked yourself and your skin and clothes were totally fine, no burns at all. Tubbo grinned and suggested testing it. You raised an eyebrow and he pulled out a flint and steel before lighting a patch of the ground on fire. Tommy’s eyes were wide but he was grinning and looking at you, probably wondering if you were actually going to do it. You were anxious, because all your previous life experience told you ‘fire bad’ but… you were curious too.

So you stuck one foot into the fire. And… nothing. It felt warm for sure. Sort of like if you stuck your hand in front of a space heater. Very warm but it didn’t hurt. So you just stepped into the fire and it crawled up your skin until it was licking at your face. But you were totally fine. Tommy and Tubbo laughed incredulously, with the blond saying this whole thing was fucking insane. He asked if you were sure you hadn’t drank any fire resistance potions? You shook your head no and Tubbo pointed out that surely they would have seen the potion particles if that were the case. Tommy hummed but agreed before saying that despite this all being neat and shit that they still had the rest of the fortress to scavenge. Tubbo followed him with you leading the rear and on your way inside the brunet laughingly said he was going to use you as a blaze shield. You just gave a fake offended gasp and just said, “Rude.” which made both boys snicker.

-0-

True to their word they’d used you like a human shield. But since you took no damage you just rolled with it, actually finding all of this pretty amusing by now. And after you’d all gathered more than enough blaze rods you’d separated from them for a bit. Mostly just sticking around the sand path that led back to the portal while they searched the rest of the fortress for nether wart and mined for glowstone dust. And while they did that you sat on a block of sand and pulled out some food to eat, mostly out of boredom than from any real desire to satiate any hunger. But while you were munching on a golden carrot a little piglin child came up to you to admire your golden jewelry. You smiled down at them, inwardly cooing over how adorable they were with their little baby tusks. And you almost died when they let out a happy squeal when you offered them a chunk of your golden carrot. You’re not sure how long you sat there with the baby piglin but after eating a couple carrots together you placed down another block of sand before using your finger to draw pictures in the sand, much to the child’s delight. They copied you and started drawing pictures too. Most of which you couldn’t recognize but they were still cute.

“OI! Reader! C’mon, we’re done!!” yelled the blond boy from up the path a ways.

The baby piglin snorted in distrust and hid a bit behind the sand block, showing they didn’t really trust the two players. You chuckled and said you were coming to the two boys before standing up and dusting yourself off. Then you glanced down at the tiny little piglin and smiled before pulling a gold ingot from your inventory. The baby piglin snorted enviously then squealed loudly when you handed them the ingot. They couldn’t take their wide eyes off of it, making you giggle at how precious they were. But sadly you had to go so you gently patted their head and said goodbye. They managed to tear their eyes away from the gold to snort sadly as you left. Part of you felt bad but the bigger part knew they couldn’t follow you to the Overworld..

After leaving the Nether you broke the portal, not wanting to risk any nether creatures accidentally stumbling through and getting hurt. And with a glance around you saw it was getting late. To the point where Tubbo and Tommy would have to rush to get back to their houses before night fell. So you saw them off, giving them some food for the trip and even giving them another hug goodbye. One you noticed they relaxed into faster than before. Then they were off, calling out goodbyes and saying they’d be back either tomorrow or the next day. You waved bye and said you looked forward to it, calling out your usual ‘be careful!’ before you couldn’t see them anymore. You frowned a little. Despite them having armor and weapons you still worried about them travelling alone at night after they visited you. You think next time you’ll walk them home. Just to make sure they were safe.

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writingsnmusings · 3 years

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Can’t Lose You

pairing: marcus moreno x reader

summary: reader is a badass member of the heroics that gets injured in a fight and a certain coworker of hers is extremely worried

a/n: my summaries still suck, ignore them! but here’s my pedro masterlist

Marcus had never been more turned on his life. He really shouldn’t be considering the circumstances, but here he is almost with a hard on in the middle of a battle.

“MM!” Blinding Fast shouted for his attention, needing help with the alien who was on his back. Tearing his eyes from your fighting figure with a sigh, he ran to help his fellow Heroic.

He’d seen you take out a handful of aliens by yourself with just your own strength and his katanas. God, seeing you wield his weapons of choice turned him on more than he’d care to admit. He’d thrown them somewhere during battle and couldn’t find them till he saw you fighting with them. You worked them well, he thought.

You didn’t have any actual powers, you were just a skilled fighter. Years of training and working yourself to the bone for the government had caught the eye of the leader of the Heroics. Marcus Moreno himself called you up and offered you a position on his team. To say you were shocked was an understatement, what could you really bring to the team that they already didn’t have?

That was almost a year ago and you made the best decision saying yes. You got along amazingly with everybody, they welcomed you with open arms.

You let out a huff as you shoved the creature to the ground and used the heel of your boot to step on it’s head. The squelching noise it made went straight to your stomach which made you cover your mouth. Distracted and frankly grossed out, you didn’t see the two aliens coming at you from each side. One second you were trying to control your breathing and the next you were feeling searing pain in your arms.

“Fuck!” You hissed, falling to the floor. Your right hand shot up instinctively to grab your left shoulder but that didn’t help as your right had the same damage. You saw the red liquid stain your fingers and that just fueled your rage. Gaze landing on one of Marcus’ katanas that he abandoned on the floor, you quickly picked it up and slashed one of the aliens, the other being taken care of by Sharkboy.

Seeing the threat be eliminated, your body felt immediately weak. You had no control over your legs as they betrayed you and collapsed from under you. You fell to the ground with a thud and yelled in pain. The wounds in your arms being worse than you assumed.

Marcus was surveying the area, trying to spot more aliens but all seemed clear for now. It wasn’t till he heard you scream and the sound of a body falling that he felt his blood turn cold. He frantically searched for you, only spotting you when he saw your teammates crowding your body.

“What happened!” He knelt down and immediately scooped you up into his arms. The blood coming from your shoulders was still slowly flowing, staining the grey fabric of your suit.

“Looks like they injected her with something.” Miracle Guy had inspected your wounds and noticed they each had a hole in them.

Your lifeless body tensed up in his arms and began to seize, making Marcus panic even more. “She needs to get back to headquarters, now!”

Marcus anxiously paced the hall outside the infirmary, cursing himself for not being with you and preventing you from getting hurt. He always has an eye on you, in the least creepy way possible that is. He just needs to make sure you’re okay; even though he knows you can handle yourself.

His feelings for you had developed fast and he didn’t see them coming, he was completely blindsided by his own emotions. You were just so kind and smart and funny and strong and gorgeous. How could he not fall for you? You were so good with his daughter too. That sealed the deal in his book.

“Moreno,” The Heroics on call doctor said his name which snapped him from his own thoughts. “She’s stable. They injected her with a paralytic from what we can tell and her body immediately rejected it, that caused the seizing but we flushed it from her system. She should be totally clean now; she’s just resting but you can go in. She might be a little hazy but -”

As soon as Marcus heard he could go in, he was rushing past the doctor while mumbling a short ‘thanks’. Walking into the room, he was met with your sleeping form. You looked peaceful which only made his self loathing worse. Why wasn’t he with you? He could’ve prevented it if he was just near you.

“Marcus?” Your groggy voice called out to him.

“Y/N…” His voice was soft as he spoke, “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? Do you need -”

You shook your head, “No, no, i’m okay for now. Sore and my ego is slightly bruised, but i’m okay.”

“Bruised ego?”

“I got grossed out when I stomped on that things head and it distracted me, that’s why I got hurt. I’m sorry.” Your apology fell on deaf ears.

“Hermosa, you got hurt because those things were evil. I even got grossed out when I saw their decapitated heads. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

His words made you feel better. He always knew exactly how to make you feel better. Your feelings for Marcus were only growing and growing. Curse him for being so sweet and charming. He moved to sit in the chair by your bed and grabbed your hand in his.

“You scared me out there, the thought of losing you just -”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence before another apology came spilling from your mouth. “I know, i’m sorry! Now i’m definitely going to be out of the field for a while and that can leave you guys vulnerable.” You let out a sigh, feeling even more upset with yourself.

Marcus squeezed your hand before speaking, “I’m not talking about that, Y/N. I’m talking about the fact that I could’ve lost you and you never would’ve found out how I feel about you.”

“How do you feel?” You asked, your eyes met his nervously.

The Heroic leader struggled with his words, not knowing exactly how to say what was on his mind.

“I feel like I can’t be without you. You make me happy and hopeful about the future which is something I haven’t felt in a long time. I don’t know how else to say this, but I love you and I don’t know if you feel the same way -”

You cut him off again as you leaned just a few inches forward and placed your lips on his. He was shocked, of course. But quickly caught up and brought a hand to your face to hold you. The little adrenaline rush you had must’ve worn off because the soreness came rushing back.

“Okay,” You reluctantly pulled back and winced. “My shoulder didn’t agree with that move.”

Marcus let out a chuckle as he helped you lay back down. “I’m sorry, cariño. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Realistically no, you didn’t need anything, but you were a little needy and already missed the feeling of his lips on yours.

“Another kiss would be nice?” It came out as a question that he was more than willing to answer.

“I can do that,” He leaned down and pecked your forehead which made you frown. He laughed at your reaction before kissing your pouting lips.

Maybe, just maybe, getting poked by weird aliens wasn’t too bad.

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno imagine #marcus moreno #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #we can be heroes imagine #my writings

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lazyliars · 3 years

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/rp

DreamXD actually slots very nicely into a working theory I've had for about two or so months now, mainly centering around one question:

What happened to Dream?

Namely, why did Dream change, when exactly did it happen, and was it solely an internal change, or was there an external force at play, specifically a preternatural one?

I think with DreamXD, we might finally have an answer.

Or at least some clues to follow. DreamXD presents a shift in every single paradigm the Dream SMP has had. Like, I think most of it is just being so utterly blind-sided by George Lore Real, but part of it is the massive ramifications of an Actual God* being present in the storyline.

((*On the other resident god of the server, Foolish:

DreamXD is different than Foolish, in that his characterization is so dramatically inhuman - Foolish talks and acts like a (somewhat eccentric) person, and his powers are, as far as we know, limited in comparison to the creative-mode godhood that DreamXD occupies. And whether that is because Foolish is not a "full" god (having been referred to as a demigod) or simply because he's spent so much time around humans, we don't know, but we do know that either way, DreamXD is NOT that.

DreamXD's voice is marked by glitches and dramatic shifts in tone, he seems to lack control over the different aspects of his personality, like the more "Dream" part vs. the darker one that threatens to eat peoples souls. The "normal" part even displays confusion when George references things that the "darker" part said, implying that it may not be fully aware of itself.

TLDR: Foolish acts more human than DreamXD, who has a very eldritch personality.))

To get right to the point:

The Dream we knew before November 16th, and the Dream we know now are not the same. Something changed, and it changed for the worse.

Consider: Dream was always antagonistic to the L'manbergians - he was always imperious to them, and he was responsible for starting a number of fights between his faction and theirs, just as many if not more than they were.

But, he was also not... evil. He'd pick fights with Tommy, the disc wars were still a thing, but the gravity of the spats they had weren't dire. They were fun. They were... actually a game. He wasn't like the way he is now. While in hindsight we can look at these events and detect a serious undertone knowing what's to come, at the time they were far from it.

There is an argument to be made that he had the same tendencies as now, just not expressed as loudly, and while I believe it's a valid argument, I disagree that it's proof of Dream always being the way he is now.

Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Sam. They all remember Dream as their friend - they remember someone who was, maybe a little aggressive and a lot competitive, but not cruel. Not needlessly murderous. Not someone who steals sentimental items and lines the walls of a disgusting museum to use against them.

Dream cut them out. Sapnap was totally blindsided. Bad doesn't seem to fully believe it. Sam blamed himself for not realizing and tried to take the weight of that crime on his own shoulders by becoming the Warden.

There's also the competing theory that what happened to Dream was purely psychological - either the circumstances slowly isolating him from his friends driving him to the do things he's done, or a desire for control that started early and continued to fester until it overshadowed everything else, or any combination of both.

And those theories are still valid, they could still be the case, but I haven't been able to shake the idea that there is something deeper at play. I can't overstate how the exile arc and everything after it have been so inhumane, so cruel, and... not exactly out of character in the sense that I could never see Dream doing them, but in the sense that I could never see him doing them for no reason.

And there really doesn't seem to be one. Dream says himself, it's like a game. He sees people as toys, puppets. And there just doesn't seem to be an inciting incident that could explain how he made the leap from semi-authoritarian leader who, despite being a warmonger, does love his friends, to heartless murderer who wants to reduce everyone he knows to dolls.

There's... ways, he could get there, but nothing that we've seen makes sense. There is a missing piece, something that must have happened from his POV that we didn't get to see because he doesn't stream.

And DreamXD could be it. This godly entity that claims that it is "a part of [Dream]" but that it isn't him entirely. That seems to share the lack of understanding of humanity that Dream has been displaying like when he asks if resurrecting Tommy was “cool.” But that still loves George. He still, despite apparently not having the same history as Dream, desperately wants to be George's friend.

If I had to pinpoint the moment Dream changed, it would be the day that he revealed that he switched sides, and was going to be fighting against Pogtopia. He was paid for this betrayal in the Revive Book.

I mark this as the turning point in my theory because it is the first time Dream mentions his affinity for chaos in the context of hurting others. However, we also know that this likely wasn't the day he actually made the decision to betray - as he revealed that there was a traitor among the Pogtopians, a fact that he likely would have learned before this.

Now, I mark George's lore stream as the introduction of DreamXD proper, and I want that on the record because it isn't technically his first appearance on the server.

Most people will remember him from Techno's stream, where he logged on to break the End Portal in a panic. I doubt the character was properly written into the lore at that time, but it fits neatly with the rest of what we know about him - a guardian of the server, and the keeper of it's rules. No contradictions.

What less people might know, is that DreamXD has made an even earlier appearance, and it's this one where things begin to get... interesting.

Around roughly October of 2020, Tubbo and Fundy did some improv'd streams centering around Demon Hunting, or rather, "Dreamon" Hunting, and it's during the first of these two streams that DreamXD makes an appearance.

The bare bones of it was - Tubbo is an experienced "Dreamon Hunter" and teaches Fundy his ways. They find Dream, and realize that he has a Dreamon inside of him, which is basically an evil version of him. They attempt to exorcise the Dreamon from Dream via various shenanigans, and eventually, they do a ceremony to free Dream. However, they apparently botch it, and unleash the Dreamon within. After more shenanigans, one attempt to fix it utilizing Fundy and Dream's wedding appears to work, but then DreamXD logs on, flys around at Tubbo and Fundy threateningly, and they end stream on the idea that there are probably more Dreamons to hunt.

Now. There's a lot to unpack here. I'm not gonna go into the nitty gritty details in this post, but I do recommend watching the Dreamon streams, as they have A LOT of details that, if this is getting incorporated into the main story line, could be important - especially the focus on duality, having TWO versions of Dream, which end up being potentially separated from each other.

(Also, they're just really funny streams. Tubbo and Fundy are at PEAK chaos and Dream plays along with their inane bit perfectly, it's just good content.)

At the time of the Dreamon streams airing, they were explicitly non-canon. IIRC Tubbo and Fundy referred to them as taking place In an “alternate universe,” which makes sense considering they would have been on opposite sides at the time (Manburg and Pogtopia.)

However.

And this is where I show you my wall of red string and newspaper clippings.

My singular piece of evidence for this comes from one line DreamXD drops. He simply says: “At least you're not hunting me.”

The Dreamon streams take place around early October. Dream reveals his betrayal of Pogtopia around November 6th-7th. The timeline of the Dreamon streams would line up perfectly with the idea that there was a catalyzing event that put Dream on the proverbial path to hell.

I do not believe that they intended the Dreamon arc to be anything other than a side story at the time, but considering that DreamXD himself was barely canon until now, I don't think it's out of the question that they took a look back at a fan-favorite minor arc, saw an opportunity to co-opt it into the current story line, and potentially fill in some holes regarding Dream's characterization all in one move.

On the question of whether this would be a GOOD storytelling move?

The Dreamon theories were prevalent during the exile arc, and I've got to say, I was never a huge fan. The detachment of Dream's actions from his intentions, and by extension his morality, never sat right with me. It feels cheap to make him a victim and say “a Dreamon did it!” in regards to all of the horrible things that he's done. It strips his agency and makes everything that happened less impactful in my opinion, and I stand by that reading.

BUT. With DreamXD introduced, I feel like it's necessary to look at this from all angles. And with the way DreamXD was characterized in George's stream, I don't think it necessarily ruins Dream's character to say that an external force was involved with his descent into evil.

Namely, the idea that whatever happened to Dream was not really a “possession” so much as a gradual loss of humanity, could be an interesting way to look at this. It implies that Dream was always capable of his actions, but grants us understanding as to why he would actually perform them, and why he might have become isolated enough from his friends that they would let this happen.

The Dream we know now could be an expression of his “worst self” brought to the surface by a Dreamon/DreamXD/other. It also begs the question of what would happen if that force were to leave him, and how it might cause yet another shift in character, especially if it were to be portrayed as less of a switch being flipped, and more of a withdrawal, with a gradual process of realizing how far gone he was.

To close this out, I've been stewing on the idea that Dream hasn't entirely been himself since the climax of the Exile Arc.

I think this theory holds water, but it's also not waterproof... there are plenty of holes, and a lot of that comes from the fact that Dream doesn't stream. We're left in the dark when deciphering his character, and what might appear to be the key, could just as easily be revealed as a red herring, or even nothing at all.

Regardless of the validity of the Dreamon theory, I think that DreamXD is one of the most interesting developments we've had on the SMP in a long time, if simply because his arrival coincides with fucking George Lore Real. God. I still don't know how to deal with that.

I always appreciate people adding to the discussion by the way! Feel free to reblog with additions if you like or leave them in the replies.

And if a single one of you comes to my blog on THIS. THE DAY OF MY DAUGHTER'S WEDDING. And calls ME a c!Dream Apologist to MY FACE..... I will be v sad.

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