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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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Your Own Space

Had this idea while writing something else lol

"Alright, this is my t-shirt drawer." He quickly opened the top drawer of his dresser, and you leaned over, nodding, trying to seem as interested as possible. "This is where I keep all of my hoodies." You grabbed at your favorite green hoodie of his, one that he wore a lot on your dates. "That's pretty much it." Jack shrugged, turning back to look at you. He quickly pulled you into his body, your arms wrapping around his neck while his hands found your sides, gently massaging your hips.

"As much as I love a tour of your closet, babe, I gotta ask why?" You furrowed your brow at him, making him chuckle. "I think we're at that phase in our relationship." You shook your head, not understanding. "Where you start stealing my clothes."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You played coy with him, messing with the curls at the nape of his neck as he pulled you in closer. "Its, fine, really babe. I won't lie, there's nothing I'd like more than to see you in one of my t-shirts and nothing else." You felt your face heat up as he wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively. "Jack, stop!" You squealed as he peppered your face with kisses.

You and Jack had been dating for a couple months, and you were at the point in your relationship where if he wasn't out of town, you were spending pretty much all of your time at his place. While you were still bashful around each other at certain points, you were past the "new relationship" jitters and things were slowly beginning to get serious between you two. Jack had brought up the idea of the two of you moving in together before, but you hesitated, and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by pushing the issue. He hoped that a few gestures would help you slowly warm up to the idea of living together.

"Alright, I've got one more thing to show you." He gently patted your butt before leading you to the back of his expansive walk-in closet. The space was empty, two racks with nothing but empty hangers and a dresser you could tell was empty due to the open doors. "Ok, now you've lost me." You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning your back against him.

"Its for you. To bring some of your things over here. No pressure of course, but you spend a lot of time here, thought it would be a good idea to give you your own space." You were quiet for a second, making Jack nervous. He stroked at his beard, watching you closely. "I'm sorry, I know it was stupid, and I shouldn't have surprised you-" Jack stopped speaking when you pushed past him without saying a word. He didn't expect this grand gesture to go so sideways.

You returned after a couple of seconds with your arms full of a couple of Jack's hoodies, a huge grin on your face. You hung each one up on the empty rack, before taking your favorite green one off the hanger and slipping it on over your head. Jack watched you with his head tilted, not able to hide his smile. "There, I thought I'd get my collection started now."

"So its not too much?" Your answer to him was a soft kiss on the lips, your hands cupping his face. You gave him a few following gentle pecks before breaking away. "I would love to share a closet with you, Jack. Thank you." He leaned in to kiss you again before pulling you into a tight hug.

"You can't have this hoodie though, babe." He mumbled against your shoulder. You pulled away, your bottom lip pushed out in a pout. "Its my favorite hoodie. You can have any other ones, except this one." You weren't giving up, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, and his resolve was quickly weakening. "Ok, fine", he finally agreed with a huff.

"Thank you baby." Jack watched you as you took your jeans off, tossing them into the closet, followed by your bra and underwear that you managed to take off without removing the hoodie.

"What are you doing?" Jack caught your undergarments as you passed them to him. "Rewarding you for being such a good sport and a kind boyfriend." You lifted the hoodie to flash him your bare ass, and he didn't need any words to know exactly what you were hinting at. "Are we really gonna ruin my favorite hoodie right now?" Jack whined, pulling his shirt over his head. "That's up to you babe!" You called over your shoulder as you ran to the bedroom, Jack jogging behind you.

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04sqnri · 5 months

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only you. ⎯ ricky shen

pairing: ricky x gn!reader

genre: high school au, i hate everyone but you trope, fluff (sorta ?), friends but both have a crush on each other LOL

word count: 1.2k

note: this is like my first one shot or whatever on here so it isn't the best i'm sorry 😭

Ricky and (Y/N) were currently seniors in high school, with only months left to graduate. But the two have always been friends since childhood.

Sometime around middle school, (Y/N) had developed feelings for Ricky, but they swore to their self that they would never confess to him. But little did they know that Ricky also developed feelings, but just a little later.

Since he had developed feelings, he became a lot more protective over (Y/N). They never really thought much of it since they thought that's just the way he became as he got older. They were inseparable, so (Y/N) thought it was just normal.

"(Y/N), are you gonna come eat lunch with us?" A female classmate asked, she had light brown hair that was put in a ponytail with bangs, she wore round glasses and had dark brown eyes. She sat in front of (Y/N).

"Uh..." (Y/N) quickly looked at Ricky, who sat at the other side of the classroom. His head resting on his hand as he stared at them and their classmate with what seemed like a serious yet dark look on his face, like as if he was glaring at them.

(Y/N) turned back at their classmate, and slowly shook their head, awkwardly smiling, "...Sorry, I'm skipping lunch today," (Y/N) lied. "I need to study since my grades aren't that good."

That was a completely obvious lie. (Y/N) was one of the students with the highest grades in the entire school. "Ah, okay," Her classmate nodded. "Maybe we could hang out after school sometime?"

"Sure," (Y/N) responded, not thinking much of it. "I'll see you later." They got up from their desk and walked over to where Ricky was sitting. That same dark look was still on his face.

"What was that?" Ricky asked with a deep voice. "Nothing," (Y/N) shrugged as they leaned on the desk that was next to Ricky's. "Nothing?" Ricky scoffed. "She isn't even friends with you, why would she ask you to have lunch with her?"

"Maybe so she wouldn't have to eat lunch alone?" (Y/N) responded, giving a somewhat reasonable answer to his question. They looked at him with a puzzled look on their face, "Why do you care about who I hang out with?"

Ricky didn't answer, he just stood up from his desk and grabbed (Y/N)'s wrist with a grip that wasn't so tight. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

They both walked out of the classroom and were walking in the hallway, with some students eating lunch with their friends and others messing around. Ricky didn't let go of (Y/N)'s wrist and only held it tighter as they walked.

One male student who was walking by noticed (Y/N), he immediately grinned as he saw them, "Oh, hi (Y/N)!" They stopped in their tracks, making Ricky stop as well. "Hi Gyuvin!" (Y/N) grinned back, looking up at him. He was the same height as Ricky, or maybe just a bit taller. "How have you been?"

"I've been okay, I guess," Gyuvin responded, his hands now in the pockets of his pants. "You?" (Y/N) responded back with a simple "I've been okay too."

"Oh, hey Ricky," Gyuvin noticed the tall blond figure, his grin slightly faded. "...Hi," Ricky responded in a monotone, his eyes now staring at him.

Gyuvin pursed his lips for a moment when he noticed that Ricky was holding (Y/N)'s wrist. Ricky had a cold and dark look on his face, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his stare was so strong that it could probably burn a hole right through Gyuvin.

"Do you have something going on?" Gyuvin asked, now with a somewhat serious tone. "Why-" (Y/N) asked confusingly until they remembered that Ricky still hasn't let go of their wrist. "Oh."

"Why do you ask?" Ricky sneered. Gyuvin scoffed, looking back at him, "What? Am I not allowed to ask something?" (Y/N) looked at Ricky and then at Gyuvin, noticing the now growing tension between the two.

"It's none of your business," Ricky spat. "Get lost." Gyuvin chuckled at his reaction, "Wow, I just asked a question and you got so fucking defensive." Before Ricky was about to say something back, (Y/N) yanked their wrist from Ricky's grip and quickly walked away, leaving Gyuvin and making Ricky follow behind them.

(Y/N) was a bit annoyed with Ricky, he was always so mean and cold to everyone but them. Not that they didn't like it, though. If anything, it felt so nice that there was someone who prioritized them.

The only bad thing about it is how he was with their friends, especially with Gyuvin, (Y/N) was convinced that he saw him as a threat or something.

As Ricky finally caught up with (Y/N), they both exited out of the school building and were now walking to the opposite side of it, Ricky's hand went in his left pocket and pulled out an ignition key for his motorcycle. He always parked it behind the building, since nobody (including the staff) goes there.

As they finally arrived to the other side of the building, Ricky's motorcycle was parked underneath a tree, with two helmets on the seat. There were two since Ricky always takes (Y/N) to school.

"Where are we going?" (Y/N) asked as Ricky inserted the key in the ignition of the motorcycle and turned it, the engine turned on and immediately made a roaring sound.

Ricky grabbed his helmet and sat on the motorcycle, as he put on his helmet, he noticed that (Y/N) was just staring at him. He smirked, "What? Are you checking me out or something?"

(Y/N) felt their face get warm as he said that, they quickly shook their head as they grabbed their helmet and sat behind him. "Ugh, never," (Y/N) responded with a disgusted tone as they put on their helmet.

Despite of what they said, they felt butterflies in their stomach as they wrapped their arms around Ricky's waist.

Ricky drove off immediately, now exiting the campus. Even though the school day wasn't over yet, he had no intentions of him and (Y/N) coming back.

Now on the road, (Y/N) held him a bit more tighter as they asked him again, "Where are we going?" Ricky responded as he made a right turn on the road, "We're getting lunch."

(Y/N) sighed, resting their head on Ricky's back.

(Y/N) and Ricky arrived to a fast food restaurant that wasn't so far away from where Ricky lived. After Ricky parked his motorcycle, (Y/N) grabbed their backpack and pulled out their phone to check the time as they both got off.

They immediately gasped as they saw the time, they looked at Ricky with a worried expression on their face, "There's only ten minutes left until class starts! We need to go back!" Ricky smiled at their reaction, finding it adorable, "Who said that we're gonna go back? Let's just spend some time together."

"But- Why?" (Y/N) frowned. "We don't need to ditch!" Ricky sighed as he wrapped an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder. "It's only for a day though, you'll be fine."

"I just wanted to spend some time with you only," Ricky spoke, making (Y/N) have butterflies in their stomach again. "You're the only person I enjoy being around with."

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emotionallyattachednerd · 9 months

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His Princess Part 2 ❙ EP Swindle x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 3000+ 😲

Warnings: Smut ( tocuhing, fingering, oral and spike penatration all nearing the end ) possessive behaviour, some angst and size difference. NSFW 18+.

Notes: So this happened. Why the hell do I get carried away with these? I don't know how to write a short story lol. I would like to thank @strawverrysweet for their request, and hope you don't mind it being long. I turned it into a part 2 from the first one I did here. There's smut, there's angst, read on to find out how it ends. 😅

Tips☕

It's been days since you last saw Swindle. You both had your first fight, or argument, you weren't very sure what to call it, but it happened and now you are riddled with sadness and guilt.

On each visit he would get you gifts. First it starts small, to the point he got you an actual diamond necklace. That's how the fight started. You questioned and he bluntly admitted he stole it for his princess. You didn't like the fact he was stealing and he didn't understand why you were upset about it.

He left in annoyance, leaving you to drown in misery. You missed him and desperately wanted to see him.

It wasn't right though and he shouldn't have done that.

Back at your home you look out your window with the view of the thick trees surrounding the area. You were blessed to have a place outside the city and to settle in nature.

You just finished washing up when you hear the familiar transformation sound from outside. You hurry outside the door where you find Swindle.

You honestly had no idea what to say or if he wanted to speak first, but you did move forward and hug him around his giant leg. You missed the big dummy.

It seems he approves because he ends up letting out a soft cackle and picking you up under his servo, making you hug his digit next as he brings you up to his optic level.

"Hi princess." He smiles while bringing you closer. "Miss me?"

"Yeah." You admit through a defeated groan. "I was worried about you. I'm sorry we fought, it's just..." You go quiet as you think over your words.

Swindle seems quiet as well. His optics were shifted around, as if he was nervous, but you weren't quite sure what he was thinking. Before you could ask anything you felt his large digit move towards your neck where you are wearing the diamond necklace he stole for you.

"You're wearing it." He smiles broadly. "Looks so pretty on you."

As much as you don't like that he stole it, you love how it looks on you, and you've been wearing it since he left those days before.

"It does look pretty." You admit through another defeated huff through a smile. "Just...promise, no more stealing. I don't need luxury things, all I want is you." You admit warmly as you press a tender kiss against the padding of his digit.

He seems surprised to hear you say this, then conflicted, worried. Seriously, what is the big guy thinking? Maybe you are saying too much?

"Swindle? Listen, I get if this is too much, or weird for you. You're a giant robot and I'm a human, but we already live in a weird universe, right? Things happen for a reason. I need you. I've been a depressive mess while you were gone, made me realise just how much I want to be with you."

Your words seem to hit him differently, a feeling he's probably not really felt much in his long lifetime.

"Princess, I care about you too." Hearing his confession must've not been easy for him. "I want you to be safe. Which is why I need to go."

Go?

"Why?" You manage to ask through the lump forming in your throat and eyes glazing over.

"Because it's not safe. It won't be forever, I'll come back again, but I do need to disappear for a bit until things settle."

"Take me with you." You suddenly say to him, clinging onto his digit refusing to let go. "I can handle it. Swindle," you stare up at him, concerned filling your eyes, "is someone after you?"

The answer is in his face, you see it. Yes, someone is after him.

Suddenly, a bright blue rope shoots out and wraps tightly around Swindle's arm, yanking him back forcefully. You gasp at the sudden movement while he brings you closer against his chassis with his free servo to prevent you from falling.

You have no idea what's going on but you suddenly find your home surrounded by dark dressed people, large vehicles and weapons drawn towards Swindle, more electrified ropes being shot out at his legs to prevent him from escaping, than his other was yanked out, the one you sat in and held on to prevent yourself from being tossed onto the ground.

"NO!" You scream as you cling into Swindle's digits tightly. "STOP IT! Leave him alone!"

"Drop the girl!" You hear one of the men speak through a megaphone.

"I ain't dropping her stupid human!" Swindle shouts back as he tries to get free from the ropes. If he did drop you, it'll be a hard landing.

"Swindle." You hear another deep voice and look over Swindle's digit to see a bright blue and red robot approach. You knew then that they were still around after all those years ago, and this is Optimus Prime. "It's over. Surrender yourself and come quietly. Let the human go, please."

"Unless you want her to have a rough landing, I suggest one of you catch her." Swindle glares back. He was fighting it, the concern for you. He fears to show he cares about you and you know it's not meant to be in a hurtful way but to put you out of danger.

Some people slowly approach below with what looks like a safety blanket to catch you. Your reaction is dumb, but you can't help yourself as you remove one of your slippers and peg it at one of their heads, catching them off guard a little.

"Screw you and go to hell."

It's Swindle that moves his servo, forcing you to slip from him. You look up as you fall and see his faint smile, a smile of sympathy. He cares, you know this and he'll keep you out of danger as best he could.

Once you're caught you don't make it very easy for them as they end up putting you into a van with guards. You look out the tinted window at Swindle as he's being arrested, your heart breaking yet again as you're taken away.

They took you somewhere, a building, or bunker, you weren't quite sure, but you gave them the silent treatment. You refused to answer any of their questions or reveal anything about Swindle. They call themselve GHOST but you hardly care. You were forced to hear them speak, about any involvement with a decepticon and how she knew him, but you didn't crack.

A part of you wanted to scream at them and demand to see Swindle, but you also knew that wouldn't be very smart. If they are to find out anything going on between the two of you, you didn't know what they might do next and you didn't really want to find out either.

But you are worried for Swindle. What are they going to do to him? Where are they taking him? Were you ever going to see him again?

You're held there for a time, you couldn't be too sure how long but eventually you were allowed to go home. You have no doubt that you'll be watched but you don't care about that.

Back at your home you try to distract yourself from recent events and it doesn't take long for you to cry into your pillow, letting out hitched sobs feeling more alone than ever before.

Your hand comes up to your necklace, fingers tracing over the diamonds before clutching them. It is all you have that reminds you of him, and you never wanted to forget him.

As the days turn into months, just when you thought things couldn't get worse they did. Something weird was happening in Witwicky, and everyone was forced to evacuate.

You honestly didn't know what was happening as everyone was forced to leave and take shelter, and you doubt anyone knew what was happening. But after a long night it was over? You were allowed to return back home then, but you knew something went down.

Whatever it was, you hope it is gone for good.

As you returned back to your home you were glad everything looked the same, but there was one of those GHOST vans parked out front, and a man standing near your front door.

"Can I help you? Not that I want to help you at all..." You say as you approach, arms crossed and without a care. He ignores what you say.

"It's good you got out when you could. My name is Agent-I mean, just call me John." You did sort of recognize him when Swindle was arrested, had a much more serious tone than, but now he sounds lost, defeated. "As you can see a lot happened but I'm not going into detail, I'm here for something else."

You narrow your eyes at the man, unsure what that means.

"Do you trust Swindle?" Now that was a question you weren't expecting.

"Yeah...I do." You answer, trying to sound convincing. "Why do you ask?"

There is a long pause before he exhales. "Alright! Fine...come on out."

From behind your home you see Swindle come out of hiding and your breath hitches. He's here!

Dropping your bag you run over and leap into his open servo as he kneels down, holding you close against him as you embrace the big bot.

"Hey princess." He says as you kiss the corner of his lips through your beaming smile.

"I missed you." You truly did miss your robot boyfriend.

It's John that clears his throat. "Alright, so, whatever you two have going on here it's none of my business. I will say though you'll both be watched, carefully, and Swindle you're not allowed to cause trouble or run off. You're to stay put!"

"Don't talk to me as if I'm a bad pet!" Swindle snaps at the man, but his attention is brought back to you when you caress his cheek plating.

"Stay with me, please." You wanted him to stay, forever.

Swindle looks at you, optics slowly softening before he finally nods with a sigh. "Alright, but only for you, not him." He sends a glare to John.

He keeps his promise and stays. Turns out the decepticons all helped save the world and were given a third chance to redeem themselves, and they finally accepted. Of course they were to work together with the autobots but you were just happy to have Swindle back in your life.

You even got to meet his brother who he spoke about. He knew about the two of you, and he seems fine with it. You think others know as well but none are going to question it, ever.

You did question Swindle if they hurt him while he was in prison. He didn't want to talk about it. Something happened, but you didn't want to push it out of him. If he wants to talk about it he will when he's ready you told yourself. But you knew that whatever happened, he got hurt. You didn't want him getting hurt ever again.

One night he had a surprise for you, one you've been wanting for a long time and he is finally going to give it to you, literally.

In your barn you lay naked on the bales of hay covered by a soft blanket for yourself. You only wear the diamond necklace, a gentle request by Swindle.

"Oh I've missed this." He purrs in delight as his digits gently run over your naked form.

In the position you laid you are in perfect level with him. You both want this to be as pleasant as possible without any struggles. As excited as you are, you are also nervous.

He seems to notice this. "You alright princess?" His digit is gently rubbing against your inner thigh as he leans closer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just been a while since we've had any fun." You answer through a heated sigh as he touches you in the right spots. He never forgets and always knows your sweet spots.

"If you want to wait-" You cut him off.

"No, please. I've waited. I want to try. I'll let you know if it becomes too much, but I want to try." You say fondly, running you hand over one of his servo against you.

He smiles and leans closer, sharing a kiss with you as you hold his face and kiss him back tenderly. You gasp into his lips when you feel his digit stretch your core, slowly pumping as you use your hand to rub at your clit to build up your arousal more.

You want to be so ready for him.

He adds a second digit making your back arch and mewl out and clench on on him, hearing him hiss as he did this to his digits gets him all heated and aroused himself.

"Oh sweet spark, I love your reactions. So lively!" You hear him say with a smug look on his face.

"Only for you!" You know he loves that, to praise him and let him know who you belong to.

"That's right, all mine. You're my beautiful princess."

He removes his digits from your core leaving you wet and empty, then you hear the familiar sound of his panel shifting and throbbing cable emerging.

Glancing down you see it. Standing tall and tarped tip leaking fluids, using his servos to spread your thighs wider and tugging you to the edge of the covered bales right at his level.

It is without a doubt you knew you won't be able to take all of him. He laid himself across your core and belly, the tip ending right between your breasts. Yeah, not all will fit, but some will.

Slowly he rubs himself against you, drawing out heated gasp from you as he lets out short grunts, fluids leaking out and coating against your skin. The sight of you makes Swindle moan in delight.

"Here we go." He says, as if to warn you while he grabs himself and moves himself lower, pressing against you.

You are so wet already so the tarp tip of his cable slid in with ease, but the more he pushed forward the bigger he got and the tighter you became.

You can't help the moans and gasps that leave your plump lips. Feeling yourself stretch so much was something you've never felt before, and it really gets your heart pumping.

Swindle isn't dumb and knows to be careful. He was surprised you managed to take the first bit of him, watching on as he sank inch by inch, a bulge forming at your belly before stopping himself. He isn't even half way, but this is all you can take of him.

"Fuck..." You whimper out as you squeeze your eyes closed, choked groans leaving you. You felt so full, letting out surprising gasps from the twitching coming from his cable buried deep in you.

"You doing alright?" He asks from above you as he stays still, violet optics illuminating across your naked quivering body.

"Y-yeah." You manage to answer, moving your hand down across the bulge that has formed making your breath hitch. "Holy shit...you fill me so much. I can feel everything!"

"You feel very snug, princess, it feels so good. I promise to be careful." Swindle assures you before you feel him slowly moving out from you, only to give a short and slow thrust back forward again, causing both him to grunt and you to moan loudly.

He was huge! Of course you already knew this, but now experiencing it is a whole new feeling. You feel every slow movement he gives, every ridge rubbing against your inner walls, and every push his tarp tip pressed up against your belly. The pain wasn't bad, if you want to call it that, but the pleasure is burning through every inch of you like wildfire, and you love every moment of it.

Swindle makes sure to keep himself steady and not lose control of himself. His instincts were telling him to bury himself fully but that isn't going to happen. He's enjoying himself very much, and is proud to see you are loving this as well.

Soft mewls left you with each movement he gives, thrusting himself into you gently as you grip into the blanket under you, feeling the rocking motion both from him and the bales you laid upon.

Moving your hand again to your clit you rub yourself in circular motions and your other lays across where you feel Swindle's cable pressing up against your belly over again, and bringing you closer to your orgasim.

"Oh princess, so fragging good." You hear Swindle say above you before you open your eyes, smiling through the blooming pleasure about to erupt through you.

His grip on you tightens as he lets out a long strained groan, movements becoming shorter and firmer as his cable throbs, surrounded by your clenching tight depths.

"Swindle...fuck...I'm about ot cum!" You warn, seeking that approval from him, but it seems he isn't far off either.

"Do it! Frag!" He curses out before his thrusts turn jerky and you feel a sudden burst of warmth filling you deeply.

You cum with arched hips and a loud cry, whimpering as you feel his fluids filling you so much that it expands against your belly and out around his cable inside you still.

You both remain like this for a time, heavy breaths and venting filling the barn, before eventually Swindle slowly removes himself. You feel his cable retreat, followed by his fluids that your body isn't able to hold onto and lay there in a tired and blissful mess.

Swindle leans down and touches your face tenderly through a proud smile. "You did so nicely, so proud of you."

"Thank you...you were amazing." You answer back fondly.

He shares a kiss with you. You never want to let him go again, and you think he felt the same way about you.

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politemenacephd · 4 months

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Question: So, if Miguel knows spider!reader in Arachnophilia, and spider!mig is mentioned in AFM, does reader know her own spider variant (personally or from Miguel/other spiders mentioning them) ??

I love both stories, and obvi the idea of Miguel & Reader being tied in several universes, but I was just curious on the idea of reader knowing.

oh im SO GLAD I get to talk about this THANK YOU SM cos its been on my mind for days!! I will use this chance to actually drop the dante fic cinematic universe timeline, which is: easing tensions - arachnophilia - a fortunate mistake - a fortunate mistake II There's certain things I gotta keep vague because I know how arachnophilia ends (and how it might tie into AFM II) and I don't want to spoil, but I'll talk about a bit because I'm rabid rn.

I wanna add for the sake of my lore on multiverse stuff, Miguel's who are turned into Spider-men are quite rare? I think this gets mentioned in AFM but Miguel's in general are rare, Spider Miguel's even more so. I took him saying Gabi's universe was the one where he was happy to heart, along with the fact we see zero variants of him in the society. That shit was always the most interesting thing to flesh out. I also don't know if I've ever talked about nena's multiverse story properly either, but its pretty tragic. She largely only exists in universes where Miguels' exist, and in all the ones where she comes into contact with him she dies. Our Miguel's universe is the only one where she doesn't, and Miguel blames this inititally on his canon but, as we know, canon isn't real, in reality it's because our Miguel was the only one with multi-verse experiences that humbled his apathy and violent tendencies. It's sort of like how meeting Miles put Peter B. on a better course, Peter's influence on Miguel is something no other Miguel had and it changed him in a way that made him capable of growing. Vig is the only other one we've met and it's obviously implied he was a poor partner who became a good dad after nena's death. Nena is like, universal collatoral damage, and it's only in the universe where she wasn't 'meant' to love him that she got to be loved. It's fucked up and she deserved better fr.

BUT I will say, to actually answer the question (sorry lol) the reader in arachnophilia is actually not a variant of the reader from AFM. I am sticking with the rule that AFM reader is never a spider, because its important later hehe.

BUT! But this makes Spider!Mig and readers relationship equally interesting to me anyway. I am a sucker for starcrossed lovers, excellent trope, and while it was meant to be a one-off I wanna use it to explore the idea of fully abandoning ones canon and exploring a relationship beyond the bounds of ones universe. I will be going more into Spider!Migs backstory for this, but I think the films never properly addressed the potential dangers/tragedy of love between people from different universes. I used it a bit with OG Miguel with my explanation for what happened with Gabi, E.g him trying to combine their universes, but this is especially spicy. So, again, actual question (I'm so sorry I swear this is all I think about, rip my PhD) as of AFM II reader also doesn't know about Miguel's variants beyond Vig, YET. Miguel is aware of Spider!Mig and reader as of AFM, and if you go back you can see a lot of his mindset in there, especially when he talks about not wanting kids because of his genetic mess and feeling like he's too dangerous.

Miguel as a character is great, I can't say that enough, he's harboring so much self loathing and unaddressed trauma that while he wants to do the right thing he imposes very strict rules that always end in hypocricy. In the same way I think he's awful to Miles because he see's Miles making the same mistake he did (e.g destroying the universe for a loved one) and a lot of his violence is like, imposed, he's awful to his variants because he knows he's fucked up his own moral compass and takes it out on them.

But yes Miguel knows where they are, he has not told reader though, but I do want to have them cross paths.

#im sorry this was so long #i truly am lost in the sauce #i keep wanting to do a big document just about the character differences between OG miguel and drider mig #because its fascinating #miguel is all i think abotu hes so INTERESTING #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #arachnophilia #a fortunate mistake

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Fun (scary) fact: Amity park's citizens will die of cancer, furthermore, at 'young' age (30-50's years) because ectoplasmic pollution (small particles or ectoplasm itself) in the air or in items ghost had possessed is a radiation. Human somatical cells mutate faster than they should. It also affects on their reproduction: the number of born-mutants will increase, problems with fertility as well. (Of course, halfas are immune, they don't care about poor people (Vlad got ecto acne before he developed this immune))

It could be an alternative subject for Danny's bioproject (s1 ep3). Ah, Sam, your little ghost boy could scared your classmates to death but you suggest to research gorilla's behaviour.

(I've just realised 80% asks for you was mine: ghost king au with pompous pep marriage, DP as anime?, omega/malewife Vlad, soulmates, contact infection au and etc. (but not Vlad's bites-detectors) I guess I talk too much :( )

That's very plausible! Maybe the worst thing about it is that it takes 10 years for all the cancer signs to show up, then another 10-15 years to figure out what's causing it. If the Fentons haven't moved out of Amity Park by then, they'll have to when angry mobs start showing up on their doorstep. Maybe things get bad enough that the GIW gets involved. The federal government comes under fire for allowing private citizens to pollute an entire town, intentionally or not, and Jack and Maddie are faced with the difficult choice of ending up working for the GIW (why let all that good research go to waste?) or going to jail for a long, long time.

And then Vlad steps in, perhaps after 20 years of living in recluse following the events of Phantom Planet. He's barely aged. He offers to help the Fentons out of their jam and redeem himself in the eyes of the world by developing a cure for the ecto-cancer he's been working on* (a derivative of the cure for ecto-acne that he received during the events of Masters of All Time), for which he needs their help.

The cure works, and the Fentons are allowed to continue their research under the supervision of Vlad Masters/Plasmius, who went from most hated man in the world to its beloved hero... and of course Danny is disgusted with this turn of events. (But at the same time he's also kind of glad to see Vlad again. The old fruit loop seems to have calmed down a lot in the past 20 years, and he did help his parents out of a terrible mess, basically restoring the Fenton family name... Maybe it's time to forgive and forget.)

* I like to think that after Vlad got out of the hospital in the early 80s, he stole the ghost portal plans from Jack, perhaps trying to find out exactly what was causing these strange new abilities he had. In the process, he ended up rebuilding the portal and correcting for all the flaws—such as leaking ecto-contaminants. (Maybe that was his role when working with Jack and Maddie: always better at improving upon ideas rather than coming up with new ones.)

Sorry, anon, I seem to have gotten carried away. LOL 80% of these asks may be yours, but I don't mind! They're fun and I really enjoy answering them, so no need to apologize :)

#there are still some i've been meaning to get to #or that i want to draw art for #hopefully i'll get around to them at some point 🤞#asks #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #badger cereal #ecto cancer au #jack fenton #maddie fenton #danny fenton #just dp thoughts #headcanons #meta

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Let me tell you a bit about my wonderful, wonderful JiB 11 experiences.

It finally happened! I've met Jared Padalecki!

First thing Saturday morning I went to his auto. I had bought a moose notebook back in 2019 when I got the JiB tickets, and have been waiting to give it to him ever since. He looked at it, then visibly did a double take and started to laugh. I told him "Back when I got the notebook you had this huge hiatus beard!" He smiled, stroked with his knuckles over his own beard and said "I'll get there again!".

Next up was my Jared photo. While I was standing in line for the OP, he made eye contact two times, very briefly, and I almost died on the spot. Lol. I am an aro/ace woman in my fourties, but this man is killing me!

We took the picture, I said thank you and turned away. While I was turning away, his hand stayed on my back, and he rubbed me twice in circles. I don't remember much from this op, but I do remember the feeling of him stroking by back in circles. I also remember the feeling of his chin on top of my head. And how cold that stupid (sorry) Gucci jacket was against my face.

I'm not putting an uncensored picture on here, but believe me, I couldn't smile any more if I tried. I have a look on my face that is completely over the moon, but who can blame me?

With Jensen, I asked him to be hugged from behind, and I really love this photo too. I just wish I had left my jacket on. My bare arms don't look so good on here. But that's just me being self critical. So what the heck, I'm gonna share it with you anyways.

@takikojou and me planned on standing in line for a question at the first panel sunday morning. (A Jared solo panel.) I knew what question I wanted to ask, but I planned on writing it down. Just to be sure I'd get it right.

But while we were sitting in the Saturday evening Jared solo panel, close to the right hand side microphone for questions, the queue on that side was getting shorter and shorter, and suddenly there was no one standing in line at all. On the other side there were still plenty of people queing, and there was also quite some time left on the panel. So I just got up and went up to the micro without thinking. While I was standing there, my heart beat like crazy. I have no idea what was being said during the question Jared was currently answering. I just tried to get the question right in my head. When it was my turn, I asked him:

"At the last JiB I asked Jensen a question for both of you -"

Jared: "I wasn't there last JiB."

Me: "I know."

(That sounded rather rude-ish, but I swear I didn't mean it that way. I was just so incredibly nervouse.)

Me: "I asked Jensen to answer for both of you and he did, but he also said you would probably have this long insidefull answer. So now I'm asking you. What aspect of Sam's and Dean's personality was hardest to act?" And then, because I was kind of besides myself, I felt the need to clarify "Sam, in your case."

Jared said that a lot of Sam came pretty natural to him, and he gives credit for that to the writers who got to know who he is and wrote Sam that way. As an example he mentions Sam's "empathetic puppy dog eyes" written in scripts. He then says that the hardest part to act was Sam's kind of comedy. Because for him Sam's kind of comedy was hard to find. And that maybe that was correct, because Sam didn't think of himself as a funny person. Whereas Cordell Walker's kind of comedy is basically Jared's kind of comedy.

He concluded: "That's my answer. I hope it lived up to Jensen's expectations." Lol.

That's when I messed up completely in my nervousnes. Because I repeated Jensen's answer the wrong way around. Jensen had said for Jared it would be "having a shorter older brother". But I said to Jared:

"Jensen said it would be having a taller older brother."

But Jared, being the intelligent man he is, and knowing Jensen the way he does, immediately made sense of it.

"I guess for me it would be having a shorter older brother. Because my brother is taller than I am. So."

And with that he basically repeated Jensen's answer for him from JiB 12. Lol.

Here's the video, if you're interested. My question starts at around 19:10.

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As I've just rewatched the video, I've realised that he was looking at me a lot. Unfortunately, I couldn't really see from my position at the microphone. In a panel on the next day Jared mentions that everybody on that microphone is squinting and shielding their eyes. There was this bright light shining right in peoples eyes over there. They dialed it down a bit after Jared mentioning it on Sunday, but Saturday, I could hardly make him out on stage.

On Sunday came my long awaited J2 OP. I asked them if they could look like Sam and Dean as opposed to Jared and Jensen. They both said sure and we did the OP. When I left I said thank you. Jensen answered in the most Texas drawl "You're welcome!". I loved the way he said it.

I also love the OP! I tried to smile a bit less, to make it more of a Winchester pic. I failed horribly at that. But again, who can blame me?

On my other post someone commented it looks like Sam and Dean are confused that there is someone in between their hug. And that is so true, lol. "Sorry, boy's, I'll get out of your way, now."

When I went to the Jensen auto with my friend, we were waiting in line inside the auto room, even though Jensen was not there yet. But Jared was. He was sitting at the table, giving auto's. I was standing at a point in line that was basically closest to Jared for about 20 to 30 minutes, without my line moving. So I had plenty of time watching Jared from about 3 meters away. And I was blown away by his kindness, his gentle and funny nature. What everyone says about him is absolutely true. He really makes these short interactions for everyone special. And his full attention is at the person in front of him. Always. It's one thing to experience that in person for one short interaction. It's another to witness that with dozen's of people. It's not just one friendly hello after the other. (Which, honestly, would be enough to ask for.) It's that his facial expression changes with every person. With some he laughs, with some he's serious. He's listening intently if someone talks to him. I could't here what was being said (and wouldn't have wanted to eavesdrop anyway), and couldn't see what he signed. But I saw his face. I saw he reacted to that. And it never seemed forced. He just is that kind of person. Genuine. Empathetic. I only saw one thing given to him. And I had to laugh. Someone brought him Haribo gummy bears. He was so FAST taking that and slipping it into the bag for presents he had behind the table. It was a blink and you'll miss it moment. Lol. I guess that's also genuinely him. He loves his sweets.

Then Jensen arrived and I had my autograph. He was really, really nice and attentive too. Jensen also always makes sure to look up at the end of each auto and look people in the eye.

I had so many great interactions throughout the convention, and everything I had hoped for had come true already. There were just a few panels left I wanted to watch.

So @takikojou and I went into the panel room for the Jared and Misha panel. And she points out that there is no-one at the microphone on the left hand side yet. She asked me to stand in line with her. So I did. I quickly came up with a question for both of them. I didn't want to ask a Jared only question at a Mishalecki panel. I thought that would be rude.

So I wanted to ask where in Germany besides Berlin they had been. I thought this would be a short question with short answers, nothing special. But then Jared Padalecki basically had a whole conversation with me, and it turned into the most amazing moment of the whole JiB convention!

I'll leave the link here. It starts at 7:20

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You may have seen videos where people stand in the hallway at the end of JiB con, and the actors come out to walk through the people, giving high fives and stuff. There's a small area where people can stand, behind barrier tapes. When my friends and me came out of the panel room, that area was already crowded. So we just left the convention area through a hallway in which no-one was allowed to stand. But at the end of the hallway people gathered again. My friends and I got a really good place there, right at the end of the hallway, where the room opens again. Security quickly put up more barrier tapes. So basically, it was a espallier (? that what you call it? ) of people, then a hallway, and then another espallier of people, forming one long line.

People in the first area where shouting for Jensen to come out, and he did. But he didn't see us down at the second area at the end of the hallway, so the turned around and went back into the green room again. Same with Jared after that. They just didn't see us. I know because I was the first person at the end of the hallway and had a perfect view all the way up. They didn't even look in our direction. And they couldn't hear us over the loud crowd in area one.

Then came Rob, and he saw us. When he realised there were so many more people down there, he just started a sprint and came to us. The security guard accompaniying him was completely taken by surprise and had trouble keeping up, lol. Rob went through our row, and so did every other actor after that.

Matt Cohen was last. He went through our row, and when he came back, while passing me, I asked him:

"Matt, can you ask Jared and Jensen to come down here as well?"

He said he would. And he did.

A few minutes later all the actors came out together, and they all came into our second area.

I thought that was a pretty great grand finale. But then my friend surprised me with a can of FBBC beer she had brought from Austin to share with me. And that was just the crown on top of an overwhelming, amazing, wonderful weekend. I had the time of my life! And I am so grateful I got to share it all with @takikojou and M. It would not have been half as wonderful without you two!

#JiB 11 #arwenas jib 11 experiences #Jared Padalecki #Jared Padalecki admiration #Jensen Ackles #Youtube

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Hey, CC Sorry if this is a weird question but how do you deal with weird anons? Generally, the asks/requests I get are very nice and sweet but every once in a while, I get an ask where I'm just thinking... what?

Sometimes it's NSFW where it's pretty easy to just say "Sorry I'm not comfortable with that" but other times it'll be talking in a cutesy/baby language or something.

I don't want to be rude/impolite or ignore them but I genuinely do not know how to reply to some of them. Once again sorry but you get a lot of asks so I was hoping you might have some wisdom to share!

Thank you and have a nice day. <3

Hi there, anon! Don't you worry, this is not a weird question lol. I've been told multiple times before that I'm incredibly patient/chill about weird anons.

Let me start by saying that you are never under any obligation to answer asks you're uncomfortable with. You're putting yourself out there by running your blog, but anons have nothing to lose by coming into your ask box.

That being said, here's how I approach asks!

I assume everybody is genuine and that we're all here to have fun. It's all very lighthearted to me, so I don't worry too much about things in general.

If I get an ask where I don't know what to say, I say that. This almost never happens because I always have plenty to say lol. But I'll usually say stuff like "I'm not sure about this" or "I don't know anything about this" because sometimes I just don't!

If it seems like the ask is not about anything relevant, I answer with jokes. Like the time someone asked me about Mayor McCheese being a dom or a sub. Or the time someone just left a paragraph of meows in my ask box. This is an Obey Me blog so I might respond with Obey Me related jokes, but in general I just say something silly and move on.

When an ask is kind of hard to understand because of the way it's written, I focus on the question/point they're trying to make. This can lead to misinterpretation on my part, but I do my best so I don't feel bad about it. They can always clarify with a follow up anon if they want.

Just be yourself! A lot of times I respond with my initial reaction, whatever that may be. When people send me asks, I assume it's because they want to interact with me and that's inevitably going to include the times when I don't understand what they're asking.

Also it's important to keep in mind that unless it's an established anon with a sign off, you have no relationship or prior understanding of that person at all. It's like a complete stranger stopping you on the street and asking you a question in baby language. That would be extremely weird. You might feel like you're in danger, even. The difference is that the internet separates you from that person physically and it keeps that veil of anonymity in place, at least for them. It's still an awkward situation, but the stakes are lower, especially for the anon.

This is why I always assume good intentions and respond that way. Because even if the intentions were bad, I get to choose how I respond and I prefer positive interactions to negative ones, generally speaking. It's like a way to take care of myself, you know? But also, people with bad intentions are often surprised by kind and genuine responses. I can't know that person's history. Maybe they never had anyone take them seriously so they leaned into it. Maybe they genuinely just enjoy messing with people. Impossible to say! So I just respond the way that makes me feel like I'm being true to myself. And for me personally, that includes an almost complete lack of judgement.

I hope some of that helps! We're all different and what works for me might not work for you. So I think it's important to remember that your blog is your online space. And you shouldn't feel like you're being rude if you set some boundaries with anons. That might include deleting asks that make you uncomfortable or turning off anon altogether. It's a two way street and people should be able to respect that.

#it's hard not to get into why I think people are weird on the internet sometimes #but hopefully some of this helps??#just because I'm super patient about stuff doesn't mean you have to be #it's important to make sure you still feel safe #emotionally and mentally #anon asks #misc answers

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hi maggy!!

I was wondering how old the MC and the boys are in Lovesick since it was never mentioned.

I was curious to know since JK doesn't call the MC noona like how he does in I think all of the works that you made. I know it shouldn't be a rule or a policy for JK to call the MC noona in every work of yours but I was really curious to know the answer to how old she is or the year she was born!

Sending love and also a good job for yet another beautiful chapter 😭❤️

(I am also super sad that Lovesick is ending since it's my favorite work from you and I've been following since you, fortunately, continued Lovesick again back in Sept I believe.) Back then I knew NOTHING about bts and I had to open pinterest and type in their name to remember their faces 👽 I was like "Ooh yeah that x, I REMEMBER NOW"

My bday is March 30th and the fact that you said that Lovesick is ending on March 29th kinda makes it like I have a bday present from my all-time favorite author 🥹

I love you girl and pls take care 😭😭😭😭😭

hi lovely anon 🥺 i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to reply to this ask aaaa forgive me!!

i tried to leave their ages ambiguous so that it would be easier for people to see themselves in the MC, but i usually default to making the MC an 96-liner just because that's what i am lol 😭 i'm so used to jk being younger and than me and the rest being older that i tend to just roll with it. i went back to check and it seems that i decided that the MC is 23! she got her soulmark when she turned 18 and there's this line in ch 1, "There’s no job out there that would warrant the amount of injuries you’ve experienced over the last five years", so that would make her 23!

thank you so much 🥺💖 omg sdjks, thank you for giving LS a try even if you didn't know much about the boys at the time! 🤧 hopefully i can write some stories in the future that you'll enjoy just as much!

life has been a mess over the last couple of weeks and i've realized that i won't be able to meet that deadline, so i'm sorry that there will be no update in time for you b-day 😭 but i do want to wish you a early happy birthday and i hope you have a lovely day on saturday!! 💖💖 ily too!!

#q: lovesick

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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When night falls, I am your escape #12

Summary: After avoiding her home town for a long time because of the boy who broke her heart. Y/N goes home to spend the longest time there in 15 years. The problem is that he is home, too. Daniel wants to reconnect with her but she wants nothing more than to just avoid him.

Warnings: language, mentions of dinner, angst, fluff, kiss

Chapters: 12/12

Words: 3k Masterlist

A/N: This is the last chapter of the series. I suck at endings, so i'm sorry in advance lol. In all seriousness, thank you so much for reading this. It means a lot to me. Thank you Thank you Thank you

Lastly, here's the song, that always made me feel inspired, while writing this series, also peak the lyrics😉. Enjoy!

I spent the remaining 2 days, locked in the house. Refusing to answer any questions about my mood from my parents. I ignored every phone call and message from Daniel and some other people by turning my phone off. I just sat in my room with packed bags and I replayed what exactly had happened.

It was like my mind and body, completely shut down after the kiss. Like some kind of protective mode was triggered in me. And to be honest, it was kind of obvious why. I mean, I didn't want to get hurt as I had before.

I wanted to protect my heart from the heartbreak, refusing to acknowledge the feelings I developed for Daniel.

After 2 days of impatiently waiting for my flight out of there, I said my teary-eyed goodbyes to my parents and got on the plane.

When I finally got home after the long flight, I let out a huge breath of relief and slammed my body on the huge bed, immediately falling asleep.

But I did the mistake of turning my phone on, well I didn't have any other choices I needed for work. I found so many missed calls and texts, not just from Daniel, but from Mike and Michelle.

I did what I knew the best, I ignored them, and instead, I threw myself into the work, completely shutting out everything else.

Daniel was losing his mind from the worry. You weren't picking up the phone or answering his texts.

He was scared, he'd hurt you. He didn't want things to get the way they were. He didn't want you to ignore his existence.

He wanted to know if you were okay. But he didn't want to push you. So he stopped texting you, hoping you'd reply to his text.

And when you didn't, he got only worried more. He did the only thing he could think of and drove to your house, hoping to see you.

He didn't find you behind the door, instead, he was met by your mom.

"Oh hi Dan, wasn't expecting to see you here," she said.

"Hi, is y/n here? I'd like to talk to her" he nervously chew on the inside of his cheek.

"I'm sorry, but she just left a few hours ago. Her flight already took off" she said with sympathy in her voice.

"She did?" Daniel asked disappointed and your mom nodded.

"Did she say anything a-about me? Like did she leave any note?" he asked, he hoped you wouldn't just leave without saying or writing, anything.

"No, I'm sorry. Was she meant to?" she asked and Daniel's face dropped.

"No no, it's alright. I was just wondering... - it doesn't matter. Thank you for letting me know. I have to go now, it was nice to see you."

"Bye Daniel" she waved him goodbye, looking worriedly at him.

Daniel wasn't really surprised, you left. He kind of expected it, but it still stung. He hoped, he could talk to you about everything. He hoped, he could make everything clear between the two of you.

He didn't know, what to do. He behaved weirdly, like everybody could see something was wrong. They didn't want to push him to tell them what was wrong with him. But eventually, Mike had enough of his sulking and asked him, while they were working out.

"Okay, I've had enough of this. Spill it, what happened?" Mike couldn't stand to look at his mopey figure any longer. Daniel was messing up the exercises and it drove Michael crazy.

"What do you want me to say?" Daniel looked at him.

"I don't know, how about what's been bugging you for days now?"

"It's nothing, forget about it. Let's just go back to the training" Daniel wasn't really in the mood to talk.

"No, we will not train, until you tell me what's up" Mike insisted.

"Just let it go" Daniel was stubborn as always.

"C'mon Dan, it's me, just tell me."

"I kissed her," Daniel told him.

"Kissed her? What are you talking about?"

"Y/N, i kissed Y/N. For crying out loud" Daniel raised his voice in frustration. He was angry at himself about this whole situation.

"You kissed Y/N?" Michael stared at him, mouth wide open.

"Yes! Fuck, I'm such a fucking idiot" Daniel crouched down, putting his head in his hands.

"She didn't kiss you back?" Mike asked, he didn't know why his friend was so upset about it. I mean, he was like 99 percent sure you liked Daniel back.

"She did, but then...-but then she pushed me away, saying it was a mistake and shut the door in my face without any explanation" Daniel explained angrily, " I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Such a fucking idiot" he murmured to himself.

"Have you tried calling her? I'm sure, it will have an expl-"

"I tried, but she completely ignored me and she's already in London" Daniel desperately explained. He already gave up trying to text you.

"She left already? But I don't understand" Daniel picked his head up from his hands to look at Mike's confused stare.

"What do you not understand? I kissed her and she left" Daniel was beginning to get irritated by him.

"No, I get that. But I don't understand why would she kiss you back and then leave" he clarified.

"I don't know, maybe she still hates me" Daniel tugged at his hair lightly.

"She doesn't hate, I'm pretty sure, she likes you back" Mike argued.

"Well, then I don't know why. I thought we were cool again" Daniel huffed in defeat.

"Maybe you're just that bad of a kisser" Mike tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

"Not funny" Daniel glared at him.

"But wait? Why did you kiss her in the first place? What happened to stay friends? " Mike squinted his eyes at him.

" I don't know why I did it" Daniel lied.

"You don't know? Oh but I think you do" he pointed an accusatory finger at Daniel.

"I don't. "

"You still love her, admit it," Mike said and Daniel stayed quiet. There was no point in trying to lie, he knew Michael knew the truth.

"I knew it" he half-yelled," but wait, what are we going to do?"

"We? We aren't going to do anything, I just want to know if she is okay" Daniel said.

"Yes we, I'm going to help you" Mike stated.

"How exactly are you going to do that?"

"I'll try to call her. "

"What?.... You know what sure, call her" Daniel immediately lit up.

"I will call her after you're done training. Now move your ass" Mike said.

"You're such an asshole" Daniel complained.

Mike kept his promise and tried to call you. Of course, you didn't pick up. He even texted you and no response.

Mike told Michelle about it and basically, Daniel's whole family found out about it. They didn't comment on it or do anything about it, they didn't want to make him feel worse than he already had.

But if it wasn't for his mom, he wouldn't have done anything about it, too.

"Daniel, get your shit together and go talk to her," she said to him.

"She doesn't want to see me and besides I wouldn't know where to find her" Daniel replied.

"Don't make the same mistake again. Here take this" she handed him a small piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"You can find y/n there" she smiled at him

"How did you get this?"

"Doesn't matter, you should just go, follow your heart for once" she encouraged him.

"But I don't think she wants to see me" he protested.

"Daniel, I swear to god, that if you don't go after that girl, I'm gonna kick your ass" she threatened him and Daniel thought, she looked too serious about it like she might kick his ass.

"Y/N is just scared of getting hurt again by you. You have to go and show her, that you won't do that" she added, her expression softened.

"You're right.... as always" Daniel admitted, "thanks mom."

Daniel took the advice to his heart and was ready to tell you everything. He stayed in Perth for a few more days, until he had to leave back to England for work. He hoped not just for work, but that he'd find you and make everything right.

It was Friday night and I was cooking dinner when the bell rang through my apartment.

I stopped stirring the soup with confusion laced in my face, thinking about who could it be. I was sure, that I didn't invite anyone over. All my friends were out of town, so I had no idea who it was.

I thought maybe a neighbor, needed something.

I went to open the door to see who it was. But something told me to look through the peephole in the door first.

I took a look and immediately backed away from the door.

Daniel stood there and I didn't understand what he was doing there. He was supposed to be still in Perth as far as I knew. He wasn't supposed to be standing in front of my door, looking so anxious.

But I didn't open the door, I stayed quiet hoping he would just go away. The only sound I could hear for a while was my breathing and the silent sounds coming from the pots in the kitchen. That was until the bell resonated in the room again, making me jump and yelp from the unexpected ringing.

I still hoped, that Daniel didn't hear my hushed yell and he would just leave.

"Y/N, I know you're here. Please I j-just want to talk. Please" I could hear his pleading voice coming from the other side of the door. I didn't answer.

"Please Y/N, just hear me out" Daniel wasn't giving up just yet. But after the maybe fourth time I heard him call out my name and I still didn't say anything, he gave up.

"I'm gonna go, I'm sorry" he left soon after he said those words.

I stood in the middle of the hall for a few more minutes, wondering if I was being stupid about everything.

I mean, Daniel showed he had changed. He showed that he wasn't the same stupid teenager anymore, that he wasn't going to hurt me like that again and i was still scared to let him in.

I liked him and that scared me even more. But it was so like me to overthink things like that and then push people away. Just like this.

I stayed frozen in the hallway until I smelled something burning.

It was fair to say, that all that was left of my food, was just charcoal. So not only my mood was ruined, but also my dinner. Great, right?

Besides burning food on Friday nights, I spent my time mostly just at work. The drive from my flat to the office was way too familiar now, i could drive there with my eyes closed.

I pushed out every other thought from my mind except for work.

Today was not different. I woke up, did my morning routine, got in my car, and drove to the work.

I managed to get a lunch in between going through a huge pile of paperwork and many cases. And as always i was the last one to leave the office. Everybody was long gone, when i packed my bag and started walking to the garage.

The only difference from the usual sight of my car was, that i saw a person standing, more like leaning, next to the car. It made me halt my steps, i recognized the figure straight away. Dread filled my body along with some questions.

'What is he doing here?'

'How does he know i work here?'

I thought about turning around and walking to the nearest bus station or calling a taxi instead of getting to my car. But it was to late as i heard him say.

"Hello miss, is this your car? 'Cause I wanted to compliment the owner of it for having such a beauty" he smirked at me. It was clear, he was trying to ease the tension between us. It worked, but just a little.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know why I'm here. I want to talk " he looked at me as i took a few steps to be closer to him.

"Talk about what?" i played dumb. Obviously, i knew, what he had on his mind, but i didn't want to think of it.

"C'mon Y/N, you know what" he pleaded.

"But there's nothing to talk about" i stubbornly replied.

"Yes,there's plenty to talk about. For instance the kiss or why you have been avoiding me" he objected.

"Yeah, we kissed and it was a mistake. Let's just forget about it and move on" i desperately wanted to leave and not to face the feelings i knew, i had for him.

"And what if i don't want to move on?" he asked.

"I-..." i didn't know how to reply to that. Part of me didn't want to move on too, but the other part, the scared part, was screaming at me to leave.

"I don't want to move on and lose you again. You mean too much to me, you have always meant so much to me. I was an idiot to let you go then, i'm not doing the same mistake again. There's just no way" he said and when i still didn't say anything he continued.

" You know how i said i loved you? " he asked and I uncertainly nodded.

"Well, i don't think i ever stopped. It's funny actually, i spent years trying to forget you, and all it took for the feelings to come back, was just one look at you. Just one look and boom, they were back like they'd never left" he laughed dryly and then expected you to say something, anything really, back.

"Daniel, what do you want me to say?" i asked distressed.

"Honestly? That you feel the same" he softly said.

"I do..." i irrationally whispered.

"What?"

"I do feel the same. It's...-It's just that..." I trailed off.

"It's just what? " he patiently waited for me to tell him what was in my mind.

"I'm scared. Frightened actually" i confessed with glossy eyes.

"Scared?" he asked as soon as the question left his mouth. The realization settled in his mind.

"Scared of getting hurt," I said with a low-pitched voice. I was trying so hard to not let the tears fall down my cheeks and Daniel noticed it.

"God, I'm such an asshole for ever hurting you" i couldn't hold the tears in any longer and they started to run down my cheeks, "I promise you, that I'm not going to do that again. Never again" he promised and hesitantly lifted his hands to brush the tears away. I instantly leaned into his touch, when his palms touch my skin.

"Please, don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I will leave now, I didn't want to make you feel hurt" he didn't want to see you cry, because of him. It made the heart in his chest break at the sight of your upset face.

"Do you mean it?" I sniffled and opened my eyes to look at him. At this point, I was ready to give him the second chance. His hands were still on my cheeks.

"Every single word" he whispered, "I swear, I won't hurt you again. I'm pretty sure, my mom would kill me, I did" he joked.

" You're such a dumbass, how can you make jokes right now," I asked with a small smile breaking through my frown.

"I'm sorry" he chuckled.

"So what do you say, will you forgive me and give me a second chance? I won't let you down, i swear" he inquired.

"No," I said with stony features and his smile immediately dropped. Disappointment filled his face.

"W-what?" he stuttered, taking a step back from me. He prayed, that he just misheard, that instead of no you said yes. I tried to keep the smile in me. I didn't mean the no, I said it just to tease him.

Of course, I forgave him. I was ready to forgive him, the moment I saw how desperate he looked.

When I had enough of his hurt and confused expression. I grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him close to me, and kissed him on the lips.

He didn't need long to kiss me back, melting into the kiss. I buried my hands in his hair and he pulled me even closer to him by my waist.

By the time we pulled away, our lips were slightly swollen and Daniel's hair was a mess.

Our foreheads were against each other and we had wide smiles on our faces.

"So is that a yes? Will you give me a chance?" he asked sheepishly.

"Definitely" I beamed at him and he cheered, lifting his fist up in the air and I just chuckled at his antics.

"Are you hungry?" he looked at me with warmth and affection.

"Starving" i responded.

"Great, so do you want to go eat? I know this one awesome restaurant" he said, already pulling me after him.

"Is this supposed to be a date?" i grinned at him.

"Of course, what else would it be? " he grinned back at me.

"Okay," I smiled.

"C'mon" he gently pulled me by my hand.

"Where are you going? My car is here" I pointed at it.

"We are taking my car, it's faster" he smirked at me.

"But what about my car?"

"Leave it here, I'm sure it will be fine," he said and resumed walking.

"Dan..." I wanted to protest, but gave in and walked with him. We left my car behind, hand in hand with the biggest smiles ever.

And as I let Daniel drag me to his car, I knew, I was in trouble. But if it meant Daniel was the trouble, I was very happy to be part of it. Always.

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layla-carstairs · 1 year

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(this got way too long i'm sorry lol) don't even get me started on the timeline there's so much that doesn't make sense!! i've tried to map it out because i am insane but i am definitely putting more thought into this than cc herself. like, in the days past 1900 chapter cordelia mentions that she's 13, when it's literally impossible for her to be 13 that year ????

and lowkey i am just very excited to see someone else mention the mess that it is the timeline because i've been thinking about when alastair and thomas must have gone on their travel year (and also during that travel year when thomas must have gone to paris because they wouldn't just give him a holiday immediately right, like it must have been december 1902 they met, yes i am overthinking this) for years lol

my best guess is that charles arranged to marry ariadne in early 1901 but it wasn't officially announced?? it was just an arrangement/promise and then he went to paris and met alastair later that year (though i think they'd already met yikes) and they dated sometime in 1901 (where alastair would have been 16-17 /yikes/), for any of this to work i think we just have to accept that shadowhunters can go on their year abroad before they turn 18, or maybe alastair wanted to get out of the house :( and then maybe charles told alastair of the engagement a little bit into their relationship?? don't even get me started on thomas' travel year, we know it lasted 9 months, was from 1902 to 1903 and he had come back fairly recently in august (and tbh i'm gonna stretch that definition of recent and just say the thieves are all being dramatic when they're still toasting him coming back at the beginning of chog). but he also took two weeks holiday in 1902 and saw alastair (who i have to assume was secretly visiting charles since if he was still on his travel year, he could have just said that instead of being cryptic and hilarious lol) anyways in conclusion the timeline is a mess

i thought cordelia's birthday must be really late in the year but i did not realise this means it would be impossible for her to have her parabatai ceremony lol, okay i can't work out that one unless everyone's straight up lying or don't know their own birthdays

anyways i clearly think about this way too much, sorry for rambling in your inbox, you did not ask for this lmao i have just had many thoughts about timelines from like two years ago that all bubbled up to the surface when i saw your post

okay I am finally answering this, I am so so sorry about the wait </3

honestly when it comes to timelines, I think cc just kinda says things vaguely enough that it makes sense as long as you don't think about it too hard lmao. Also I did not know Cordelia said she was 13 in 1900... In order for that to be possible she'd have to be born in either 1886 or 1887. I wonder if cc just forgot she had said Cordelia was born in 1885? that seems like the only viable option here 😭

Paris 1902 is so bad because a lot of the things that contradict it are in the same book 💀 like with other stuff at the very least you can give cc the benefit of the doubt that she forgot between writing short stories and whatnot. but the same book!! insanity!!

I don't think there's any way to twist it in order for it to make sense? like something has to be wrong. best I've got is Thomas turned 18 in Jan, went on travel year for roughly 8 months meaning he gets back to London right before the start of ChoG in August. He met Alastair in Paris in like, March or April 1903 when he was finishing up his travel year and Alastair was being cryptic just because. Charles and Alastair met in Sept. 1902 when Alastair went on his travel year to Paris; Charles and Ari are already engaged by this point (technically) and every other conflicting detail gets throw out the nearest window lmao. for me at least, shadowhunters going on their travel year before turning 18 defeats the purpose, which is to go on patrol and fight demons in a different country. and if they were able to at 17, I think there's several characters who would be currently on their travel year, like James and Matthew, and who obviously aren't.

The parabatai ceremony thing is annoying because cc actual reconned it :) in the codex it says you have be in childhood to become parabatai, and this is supported by Jem in clockwork prince. however, in tfsa, Simon is still able to become parabatai with Clary despite already turning 18, so now shadowhunters are considered children up until 19 but this only applies to the parabatai ceremony because in every other aspect of life they become adults at 18. this makes sense (not). personally i am of the option that Cordelia turning 18 and being unable to become parabatai with Lucie would have been more interesting, and added some stakes that chot desperately needed. plus it would be funny if they still became parabatai in the end because Will and Jem pulled some strings (the benefits of nepotism 😌)

the timeline of tlh is one of my great enemies at this point and I've held my tongue about it for far too long, so don't feel bad about rambling! (even if it takes me 3 months to reply 🫣)

#cordelia and thomas having the most inconsistent ages in canon is so funny to me #bc the only explanation i can come up with is that cc forgot 1885 was a year people could be born in lmao #i spent the entire wait for chot assuming cordelia and lucie were never becoming parabatai bc cordelia turned 18 #you can imagine how i felt when she simply did not turn 18....#I have so many thoughts about this and I love putting wayyyy to much thought into things #so thank you for the ask! I feel really bad about the delay in answering it :(#perpetualbrainrot #bella talks #chain of thorns #chain of iron #chain of gold #the last hours #cordelia carstairs #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #charles fairchild #lucie herondale

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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Do You Love Me?

Pairing: Steve x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Steve have been together for a few months now, but you've been worried about the possibility that you might never be able to love him, despite how much you want to.

Warnings: Some strong language, angst.

A/N: So the inspiration for this is literally something I've been feeling for the past week or so lol. Anyway, this will be very angsty (in my opinion) but I hope you enjoy. Also, I really hated hurting Steve like this but he seemed to be the most fitting character to use for the situation...sorry.

The last time you were in a relationship you were in middle school, and even then, you weren't even sure it counted as a real relationship. You probably only hugged a handful of times, and the relationship had run its course after about two months. Since then, nobody would even spare you a second glance. Although it wasn't exactly like you were in the right headspace for a relationship.

But a few months ago, you took a chance and went out with Steve Harrington. You worked with him at Scoops and you enjoyed talking to him. He asked you out about a month after you started working there, and you said yes. And things were going good until it started to get serious between the two of you.

Now you were sitting on his couch, his arm draped over your shoulders, whilst you watched a movie. Although you weren't even really watching it. You were too busy trying to sort through the mess in your head.

You'd been with Steve now for a few months, and a few weeks ago you'd begun to think that you might be starting to feel more for him. You thought you might love him, except you didn't even know what love felt like. You'd been alone so long that you were worried you didn't know how to function in a relationship anymore, like maybe you just weren't made to be around people. And that was what scared you.

You cared about Steve, and you wanted to be with him, but you also didn't want to hurt him. And that's what you were worried would happen if you stayed with him.

"Hey, are you okay?" Steve asked, pulling you away from your thoughts.

You blinked a few times, turning to look at him. "What?"

"Are you okay? You seemed a little out of it."

"I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay..." He answered, a slight look of confusion crossing his features as he looked at you.

"Do you love me?" You asked him. "I know it's a little forward...but do you?"

"Well...yeah, I guess I do. Why?"

Your heart clenched in your chest then as you let out a shaky breath. "It sounds stupid but I don't know what it feels like to love someone. I don't even know if I can love someone. And I'm worried that if I stay with you I'll only be leading you on."

"Are you trying to break up with me?"

"I just...don't wanna hurt you."

"Well you're kinda hurting me now."

"It's just...I care about you Steve, so much." You choked out, tears brimming in your eyes as you tried to explain yourself. "But I'm a fucking mess and I've just been alone for so long that I don't even know if I'll ever be able to love you. And I don't wanna break up with you, but I also don't wanna hurt you further down the line."

"So are you breaking up with me?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?!" You could see the frustration in his eyes now as he sat up straighter.

"I mean I want to be with you but I can't give you what you want."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You want a family Steve, six kids like you said...you want someone who can love you but I don't know if that's me." You cried, your chest aching as you looked at him through teary eyes. "I want to give you that future but I'm scared that I won't be able to."

You didn't even give him a chance to respond before you got up and retreated to the guest room. You meant every word you said. You wanted to give him his dream of a loving wife and a bunch of kids, but you were terrified you would never be able to give it to him.

You didn't even bother to turn the light on as you crossed the room and climbed onto the bed. And you couldn't stop the tears from falling as you laid with your body curled up on the mattress, staring vacantly at the closed bedroom door. You felt like you were going to fall apart as you laid there thinking over everything that had just happened.

You never meant for it to go like that, but you weren't sure what you were even expecting in the first place. Part of you wanted to stay with Steve in the hope that one day you would love him, but the other side of you wanted to cut ties with him in case you never could love him.

You'd probably laid there for about half an hour before the door finally creaked open. You remained completely still as Steve rounded the bed, coming to lay behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he pressed his face into your hair.

"Do you love me?" He asked you, and you could feel his hands shaking slightly as they remained secured around your waist.

"I want to."

"I don't care about kids. I care about you, about us."

"It's not just about kids though, is it?" You said. "What if we stay together and it turns out I can't love you? I don't want us to stay together if I can't love you. You deserve someone who can love you as much as you love them. But me? I'm just...broken."

"(y/n), we've only been together a few months."

"But what if I never feel it?"

"Then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

You turned around then to face him, and you could see the hurt in his eyes. "Steve, I can't promise you a perfect future, okay? I just can't."

"Look, we're still young, we don't have to think about all that stuff now." He assured you, bringing a hand up to stroke the side of your face as he smiled at you. "So for now, I just wanna be here with you. I don't wanna think about love or families or perfect futures. Can we just stay here like this for a while?"

"Yeah, we can."

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darwinquark · 9 months

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Heyyy girl, I have been thinking about the last chapter ever since it was uploaded and I am kinda confused, does tony tell jug that veronica was there when she heard or does she choose not to mention it at all? Also in the sequel will jug know about how betty treated veronica in the hospital? And will barchie still be talking to jug (I don't think they will be talking to veronica still) and will they know about the (hopefully inevitable) jeronica getting back together

So I had a whole scene written between Toni and Veronica that I ended up taking out because it felt like too much that I'll add beneath the cut, but basically Toni is caught between knowing something feels off about how Veronica left/the way the Ghoulies conveniently took credit for everything, and knowing Veronica has been a shitty person before and could very well have just left because she didn't care enough to stay. And I think her major goal is just getting Jughead to heal and move on, regardless of what happened. So she's definitely being guarded with what she's letting Jughead know - he knows Veronica came to the hospital the night it happened, but he doesn't know how badly she lost it, and she's also keeping the scene I've added below from him (if I decide to keep it as a headcanon lol) because she's torn over how real it was or wasn't.

Betty and Archie do end up forgiving Jughead, and sadly on Betty's half it's somewhat born out of feeling like Jughead was just another victim of Veronica like she was, which sucks. Archie probably would've forgiven him regardless. That said, their friendship is never quite the same and they definitely drift after senior year ends. I'm not actually sure if Jughead will know what Betty did at the hospital, but both Jughead and Veronica go back to Riverdale at one point for a book signing thing in the sequel and Archie and Betty are both there. Veronica and Betty will have a scene where that's confronted.

Here's the scene Toni/Veronica scene I ended up taking out, which would've come right after the hospital scene - let me know if it helps flesh Toni out a little more. I was just going for mystery! Leaving you guys as confused as Jughead 😂

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The knock on the door came three days later.

Veronica glanced up from the box she was taping shut, squinting through the mess of hair that’d fallen loose from her bun. The movers weren’t supposed to be there for another few hours.

Besides, only a handful of people knew to use the back door, and of those handful, two hated her guts and one was in a coma.

Unless.

Her hands stilled.

“Yes?”

“It’s Toni,” came the muffled reply, and her shoulders loosened a little. “I tried the front door but it was locked and no one answered.”

She abandoned the tape dispenser and made her way over to the door, wincing at the blast of sun that hit her eyes as it opened.

“Hey,” Toni greeted with a cautious smile, stare flickering a little when it took in her appearance. Admittedly, a stringy bun and yoga pants wasn’t her typical aesthetic. “How are you?”

Veronica blinked at her.

She’d had rum for dinner three nights in a row.

Toni shook her head. “Stupid question—did you get my texts?”

“Oh,” Veronica said, pushing some of the hair out of her face, “I switched number a few days ago, so no, sorry.”

“Well, definitely give me the new one because there’s been a ton of upda…” she trailed off, frowning at something behind her.

Veronica followed her gaze to the boxes scattered in the foyer. She cleared her throat. “Sorry for the mess.”

“Are you moving in or something?” Toni asked, stare tracing over the sprawl of half-packed clothes and personal items.

“Moving out,” Veronica clarified, an upside to her tomber en disgrâce being that she couldn’t care less who knew she’d lived there anymore. “Been here since May, actually.”

Toni’s stare flicked back to hers. “What?”

“Yeah.” She turned away, plucking a discarded sweater off the floor. “Came with the whole disavowing my parents thing.”

Toni blinked. “I—” she shook her head briefly, “I mean, where are you going, then?”

“The city.”

She felt Toni’s eyes on her shoulders. “Like for good?”

She’d never thought about how strange that expression was before, ‘for good’. “I guess, yeah. The movers are going to be here in a few hours, though, so I should probably finish up packing.”

“When are you leaving?” Toni pressed, and Veronica’s jaw tightened a little.

“Tonight.”

Silence met her back.

She carefully folded the cashmere, ignoring the words hanging unsaid between them.

What about Jughead?

“He woke up, Veronica.”

Her hands froze around the sweater.

Her heart leapt into her throat, thunderous and pulsing.

“Sorry, I know I should’ve let with that, I just—” Toni lapsed into a laugh, hope flooding into her voice. “It was only for a second, but he nodded yes and no to some questions before drifting back out, so the doctors are feeling optimistic.”

Veronica stared hard at the fabric in her hands.

Her vision was hot and blurry.

“He woke up, girl!” Toni repeated, lapsing into another joyful laugh, and Veronica nodded stiffly, forcing her hands to resume folding.

“That’s great.”

She blinked rapidly to clear the tears from her eyes.

“It’s more than great, it’s incredible!” Toni laughed, though it petered a little when she noticed her enthusiasm wasn’t fully shared.

Veronica placed the sweater in a box and reached down for another one.

Started folding it into neat little squares.

“Are you,” Toni faltered a little, “I mean, you’re going to go see him, right?”

Veronica’s jaw flexed as she folded the sleeves across the chest.

She’d known this part was coming.

“I think it’s better if I don’t.” She reached over and dropped it into the box, topping it off. “I don’t want to give him the wrong impression.”

A stiff beat of silence followed. “And what impression is that?”

She drew in a steeling breath before turning around, pulling her face into a mask of indifference. “Jughead knew what we were, Toni. He knew I was going to New York. None of this is a surprise.”

Toni just stared at her, visibly thrown. “Think he probably assumed you’d wait for him to come out of a coma first.”

She forced a shrug. “That’s on him.”

She turned around and reached for the tape dispenser as Toni broke into a scoff. “Okay, what’s going on here, Veronica? Because I watched three security guards carry you out of the ICU while you were screaming your fucking lungs out to stay, so this whole ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ routine isn’t really landing.”

“It’s not a routine, Toni, it just is what it is.”

“Look, I may not have been able to make out the details of your screaming match with FP,” Toni pressed in a hard voice, “but I know something went down there—something you’re both not telling the rest of us.”

Veronica’s jaw tightened as she kept packing.

“And now three days later you’ve packed up your life and you’ve changed your number and no one can get a hold of you and it’s almost like—”

“Like what?” Veronica snapped a little, tensing under the line of questioning.

“Like you’re trying to disappear,” Toni steeled right back.

A stiff silence followed the accusation.

Veronica merely stared down at the box, fingers tight around the tape dispenser. Struggling to drum up the stomach for what she knew had to come next.

“What happened with FP, Veronica?”

She couldn’t leave loose ends. She couldn’t leave any thread of hope or misunderstanding that he could follow back to her, otherwise what was the point?

He’d follow you anywhere—New York, prison, his fucking grave—and you’d let him.

She loosened her jaw and shrugged on the skin of the absolute cunt she’d been in prep school.

“Toni, everything about this fetid menstrual stain of a town is miserable.” She eased around to face her with a cold expression. “I sleep in a diner. There is a sex tape of me getting fingered by a townie. I spent Christmas being questioned by the police about gangs that sound like reject Hogwarts houses, I mean,” she gave a hollow laugh, “this macabre comedy of errors was never supposed to be my life. And Jughead getting shot five minutes before picking me up? Pretty thunderous wakeup call that I could be next.”

Toni’s eyes flickered in naked appall at the selfishness of the comment. “Is that all it was?”

Veronica’s shoulders tipped up coolly. “I’m not dying here, girl. It was a fun social experiment while it lasted, but I’m done pretending I have anything in common with any of the frankly incestuous people that live here, or that my life was ever meant to be as small as theirs. So yeah, I’m going back to New York, and yeah, I don’t want anything about this mortifying stretch of time following me there, and yeah, that means my coup de grâce is essentially a disappearing act. That’s it.” She shrugged again, pointblank. “That’s why I’m leaving. FP and his latent syphilis have nothing to do with it.”

Toni eyed her for a long, silent stretch before turning wordlessly toward the door. She paused in the doorway, hand catching the frame. “This will crush him. You doing this. Regardless of the reason. You know that, right?”

It took her a second to look up at her.

Veronica stared back vacantly.

“He’s a big boy.” Her mouth took on a horrible slant. “Surprisingly big, actually.”

Toni’s face flooded in disgust. She took a final beat to take her in, as if searching for any last shred of her that was worth knowing, before shaking her head and shoving the door open. “Have a nice life, Veronica.”

“That’s the plan.”

The door swung shut behind her, and Veronica waited till the sound of her car pulling away had fully faded before slowly sliding down to the floor.

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#reply #tkof #idk I just thought I was overexplaining which I do all the time in my writing #hence the 15k chapters #so I cut it out 😂#should I put it back in?#I WAS TRYING TO BE MYSTERIOUUSSSSS #wbbs

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[Magi rewatch] Episode 12: Determination and Separation [Part 1]

Sorry I did little to nothing last week, I had two exams and then I badly needed to recharge. But now I feel pretty alright!

On a different note, I've finished the first part of that Final Arc rewrite which I've been (probably?) mumbling about every now and then. Pretty excited about it, ngl. One day I might even post it, lol.

Ok, but the actual episode.

I genuinely cannot imagine being under so much pressure.

Five days till the wedding.

No one will let him breathe. Only more pressure and responsibility.

-judging-

God, look at the relief on his face after Sinbad joined the conversation.

So, I joke a lot about Sinbad and Alibaba's father-son relationship of sorts, but tbh, I don't blame Alibaba. It's not just about Sinbad being his hero, or being an adult guy who acknowledges his existence more. Sinbad is probably the first person since Anise and Cassim who made him feel less pressured about everything. By taking control of the situation, Sinbad took some of that responsibility from him - if something were to go wrong, Sinbad was there to fix it. That's kind of what parents are meant to do for their children, ensure they have somebody to fall back on in a difficult situation. The sheer relief he must feel that Sinbad is there must be unreal, especially after years and years of guilt and having to fend for himself. Alibaba is seventeen, and people are putting the responsibility for an entire severely messed up country on his shoulders.

More judgement.

Cool shot, ngl

"My homeland needs somebody to save it... but is that person really me?"

Can't blame him for these doubts.

Honestly, it's kind of funny how his eyes go soft as he starts talking about Sinbad, even though I know it's about self-deprecation. Also, again, bro, you're 17, and Sinbad had years of experience with this stuff.

"Compared to him, I'm a nobody..."

In the manga he doesn't add that "I'm a nobody", I think, but, honestly? Not a big change. You get the impression that this is how he feels, anyway. And, like, can you blame him? Everybody's always putting him down, and he's the type to care too much about everything. It's bound to mess him up somehow.

Also, birds again. I guess it's symbolic? Of what, though. Freedom, or maybe that he'll take action soon? Cuz they're flying - moving forward. Hm.

...maybe it's about them being connected by fate or something, since Rukh are golden birds... Or just fate in general...

"S: This country needs to be built anew by somebody who really loves it. / J: You mean Alibaba? / S: To be honest, I don't have high expectations of him."

Bro's seventeen. Not everybody has been told that their special and can do absolutely anything since they were like four, cut him some slack.

But I'll be actually honest, I don't blame Sinbad for coming to this conclusion. I don't like how he is about it, bc he makes it sounds like it's Alibaba's fault for being a kid and getting very understandably overwhelmed, but he isn't completely wrong. This entire time he sees Alibaba following others around (Cassim), fail at actually leading the Fog Troupe, and even fail at easing his people's worries. Even when he's faced with the fact that his country is about to be turned into a slave factory, Alibaba still can't answer nor promise anything to anybody.

This is something I've always liked about Magi - there's so many points of view, and sometimes it's not about who's right, because simply nobody is completely wrong in the conclusions they make. Except Hakuryuu, maybe. But Hakuryuu's an exception to many things. Including the consequences of his stupidass actions. But that's a rant for another day. But anyway, Sinbad isn't wrong to have doubts about Alibaba, just like Alibaba's fears aren't really out of place and irrational. That's just how it is sometimes.

On a different note, I also don't completely blame Sinbad for drinking here. Bro really went to restore trade with his country, then got caught up in this entire mess, and had to take charge there. He might be more together than Alibaba, but it doesn't mean he isn't stressing about it. I would say it's actually a decent way at humanizing Sinbad to us - he might be an amazing person, but he's still a person.

You go, girl.

Ok, it's a small difference, but I have mixed feelings about it. In the manga she talks about Alibaba on her way out, but here she starts while she's still in. Idk, I feel like the former gives you the impression that she was still deciding whether to say it or not, while the latter is like, yea, I overheard and came to argue.

Always gets me that this is how Morgiana views it. Alibaba didn't think so hard about it, he just did what he believed to be the right thing. It actually happens a lot with him - he doesn't realize how meaningful his gestures are to others, even the simple ones like offerring to be somebody's friend. And at times it comes off as man, this world really is sad that something so small is so important to the other person, but at times it's Alibaba not realizing how much he actually does, because to him it's just the barest minimum. Not enough to warrant more than simple thanks at most.

Once upon a time I was talking with a friend, and they've said that it wasn't Alibaba who broke the chains but Aladdin and Goltas, and the thing is, Alibaba would've been the first person to say that. To him, he did nothing of importance. To Morgiana, he told her she didn't need to be in the Dungeon, and then stayed in Qishan, freed all the slaves, made sure that being free is something that stuck with them, and only after that left. It changes so much about that Dungeon interaction, bc in Amon it was easy for her to see it as Alibaba trying to pretty much bribe her - which wouldn't have been that uncharacteristic for him - but once they left he didn't change his mind all of sudden. He more than proved that while, yes, sure, he tried to get her to stop attacking them, he still meant what he'd said. I feel like that was what recontextualized that entire interaction to her, and that's why she sees him like that benefactor.

On a different note, the smile he has in her imagination is really cute.

"I believe he can save this country."

Ok, sliiightly disappointing. In the manga the Banker literally lied to... I fucking hate this guys name, I always have to check the spelling, I'm gonna start calling you 23rd like my friend Henry does. Anyway, in the manga the Banker tells him that Kou isn't a brutal and strategic country, which in a cool way transitions to Sinbad saying that, yeah, they're a militaristic country, bad news. Here the Banker simply doesn't add that last part that they're not a danger at all, which, F.

Here that person has normal pants. Also, I haven't noticed the magi silhouette until now, F. Love how these guys always have braids.

No hilarious "Was it the same for you, Sinbad-san? / No, I'm different.". What a shame. Ok, there it is, later. "But I'm an exception.". I still think "No, I'm different." is a much funnier wording.

Oh, hey, in the anime they added Kouha and Koumei! I love Kouha's mad grin. You go, little murder boy, you go.

Kouha is kinda like Judar, except not an awful human being.

Haven't noticed until now, but they added chess here. Kinda random choice, but at the same time, it's a scene where they pretty much only talk, so maybe it was done to have, idk, some animation be there.

Back to the father-son thing, another thing Sinbad does is offer guidance (from Alibaba's perspective, at least). And it's worth noting the way Sinbad goes about it. Just like Cassim, he pretty much tells Alibaba what to do, but he's much gentler and more calculated about it. Cassim pretty much emotionally gut-punches him whenever Alibaba tries to question him to shut him up, while Sinbad let's him cool off. Not even that, Sinbad is actually trying to build up Alibaba's confidence there rather than drag it through the dirt. He talks about his father, how Rashid spoke about him etc, while Cassim constantly reminds him of something he blames himself for even though was compltely out of his control.

Sinbad: Alibaba, you're special. And a Dungeon Conqueror, just like me! : ) Alibaba: No.

The moment he sees Alibaba freak out abt the whole You need to become a King, he immediately offers his support.

I don't blame Alibaba for reacting like that. I would've gotten overwhelmed, too.

Damn. In the manga he looks more sad/disappointed. In the anime he looks kinda pissed.

Pretty

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Day 1 -- First Date

So, I've been writing for a long while now, but just recently decided to make a side blog to put all my ramblings.

Though I've had a tumblr for a loooong while now, I still don't really know how to use her lol so if I ever mess up with tags or do something annoying, just let me know! I swear I'm nice!

Anyway, my first piece is for @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb. So shout out!

Warnings: cussing (like 2 words maybe)

Pairing: Hotch x reader; no use of y/n - left it as ambiguous as possible

Word Count: 662

A/N: this is my FIRST EVER fic I'm posting to tumblr!!!!! AHHH I know!!!

Super fluffy fluff ahead

I have an AO3 that I will probably post all these to, but I'll see how brave I'm feeling later lol anyways, I hope you enjoy <33 let's talkkkkk

Hotch stood there in front of your door, waiting for you to answer. One hand gripping a bouquet of peonies and baby’s breath a bit tighter than strictly necessary. His thumb continuously rubbing over his index and middle fingers on his other hand.

After what simultaneously feels like forever and just a few seconds, he hears your footsteps making their way to the door. He unconsciously licks his lips and stands up straighter. Holding his breath in anticipation.

He feels like a fucking teenager again.

No matter how much he went over every detail in his mind, no matter how many pep talks with Rossi in his office, no matter how many times he rehearsed what he wanted to say, nothing at all prepares him for the sight of you.

You open the door with a shy smile and a soft hi and it takes all his will power to not make a fool of himself and declare his love for you right then and there.

The light from the hallway behind you shines gently on your figure creating a halo around you, making you look almost ethereal. He’s in awe. Breath literally knocked from him as he takes you in like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Hotch sees your eyebrows slightly knitted in confusion, even though a small smile dances on your face. A little too late Aaron realizes he hasn’t said a word.

Giving his head a little shake as if breaking a trance, he smiles and chuckles slightly. “I’m sorry - hi. You look…” he starts and is unable to finish while looking you up and down again, his head shaking again, unable to find the correct words.

Your head ducks down, unable to continue looking at him when he’s looking at you like that. Like you’re something precious and desirable. It’s unbearable. Unbearable and incredible. Especially coming from a man like him. You bite your lip to try and keep your face from being completely consumed by the largest smile the world’s ever seen.

“You too”, you practically whisper.

Your eyes meet, disbelieving smiles still on each other's faces. Nobody says or does anything except stares.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Aaron holding something. Eyes finally moving from his to what’s in his hand, your eyebrows shoot up.

His eyes follow yours after a beat. “Oh, right”, he says lightly, hand extending out towards you. “These are for you.”

You can’t imagine how it was even possible, but your smile widens at the sweet gesture.

Some may have considered it old fashioned and outdated to bring a girl flowers on the first date, but you love it. It’s so very Aaron and it nearly makes you melt.

“Aaron. They’re beautiful.”

Now it’s his turn to blush. Both pleased with himself at making the correct choice by bringing you flowers in the first place, and at hearing the reverence in your voice. Seeing you so pleased and by something he did? He couldn’t hide the smile that broke out across his face.

You take the flowers and disappear into the house briefly.

You come back out, shutting the door behind you. Looking up at him quickly, a slight hesitant look on your face, before you lace your fingers with his.

A warmth spreads through Aaron’s hand, up his arm, and throughout his entire body making his breath catch in his throat. Certain you feel it too, he turns to you to see your sheepish gaze already on him.

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth again, you let out a small, breathless chuckle, “Come on. Let’s get going.” The “before we decide to stay in” is left unsaid, but definitely felt between the two of you.

You pull him along to the sidewalk, hand in hand, talking in hushed tones as you make your way to Aaron’s car.

Both knowing this would be it. The last first date either of you would go on.

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This is gonna be a very random message and it's another unnecessarily long ass ask, I'm so sorry for always sending those :,) feel free to ignore it! It's just me rambling about your fic (as usual) because I was listening to a song and it actually fits The Answer so well in my mind, I have been stuck with this in my thoughts for 5 hours now and wanted to share just because.

I don't know if you've ever heard of the band "I don't know how but they found me", but they recently released a single called "What Love?". It ties some cult/religious imagery to a toxic/crumbling relationship (so i guess it's not too surprising that I ended up connecting some parts of it to The Answer lmao).

To start off, the crumbling relationship lyrics reminds me of Mingi and mc. The singer expresses that the relationship between him and the other person is falling apart, yet the other person keeps coming back to him even with this rift between them growing, and he himself can't help but welcome them back, almost as if it's something inevitable that he can't fight, literally singing "I can't fight this feeling". With that, the relationship becomes or continues to be unhealthy, and so he asks "What love could get this vicious?", later on the lyrics saying "I think you've got a hold on me, so don't let me go and I'll never set you free".

I know that, before the cult, Mingi and mc's relationship wasn't toxic, but their inability to communicate their actual feelings seems to have led them into this limbo, where they couldn't stay apart yet couldn't be together, at least not in the way they really wanted to. That unsatisfied connection being what drives both of them to the cult: Mingi leaves because of the hold that his feelings for her have over him, and mc caring for him so much as to being unable of letting him go, not setting him free to make his own choice (as bad of a choice as it is) and chasing after him despite all the red flags. Like the singer getting back to his partner, mc getting to the cult, and by proxy Mingi, also seems like an inevitability (if HJ had any say in it anyways).

The lyrics go on to say "you only come around when I've got somebody new" which reminds me of HJ and SH taunting mc about how Mingi joined the cult because of her, and how he was perfectly fine with them while away from her. That is followed by "you only sacrifice the things I never ask you to" which, in turn, matches mc's side of the story, she never wanted him to get into such a dangerous situation just to be away from her, she never asked for the mess that their relationship and feelings have led them to. The last phrase on the verse before the chorus is "I guess I met you at the wrong time" which explains itself :,D

Then there's this entire verse that goes:

"I promised you things I didn't mean, pushed you to the edge of insanity.

I shook all the wrong hands, at all the right times.

Who did you expect me to be?"

AND IT MATCHES THE ANSWER!MINGI SO MUCH PLEASE ! HEAR ME OUT

The fact that mc came to the cult looking for him, now she is suffering in HJ's hands and we all know how that's gonna go for her sanity, AND to top it all off: Mingi blames himself for that. Then the thing about shaking hands with the wrong people at the right time? Literally shaking hands with the cult leader during their first meeting amidst an emotionally vulnerable time lol. The "who did you expect me to be?" really ties it all together for me, I picture those moments when mc is shocked about how her sweet best friend became just another follower tangled in the cult's web, became someone who won't hesitate to do as he is told even if it means hurting someone else or even her (aka letting her get stabbed for a ceremony), plus his angry outbursts. Its like "did you expect me to be the same person you knew before my time in a cult?"

I think the rest of the song matches more the general situation the mc is in, for example another verse that says "is this the night where we go too far? Where we get untethered and we learn our lesson", it makes me think of her on-going "its complicated" situationships with the cult leaders lmao. The singer asking himself if this night will be the one where they cross the point of no return, in my opinion really resonates with mc getting more and more vulnerable to the leaders, until she eventually reaches her limits and succumbs to HJ's beliefs. Tying into that, a part of the symbolism in the song expresses that some of the remaining attachment the singer has to the relationship is somewhat sexually oriented, so yknow, mc hating the main culprits of her suffering, but still kinda finding them attractive just enough to consider sleeping with them anyways (specially San, but her questioning interactions with HJ and SH just keep pilling up too, my poor girl).

The phrase I mentioned earlier, "What love could get this vicious?", can also match HJ and SH's relationship, as well as HJ and mc's developing dynamic. SH's love for HJ leads not only to his unyielding loyalty towards the guy but also enables all the horrible things we see happening in the story, plus HJ ends up hurting him through it all by being unable to actually reciprocate (and being the controlling petty little shit we see in the story). HJ and mc's dynamic of him being seemingly-kind of in love with her (??? in his own twisted way) and her growing inevitably more attached and open to him until he finally wins. It's like, he clearly treats her with some semblance of "care" that he doesn't show anyone else, and it seems to be, at least partially, based on genuine affection(??) from some of the glimpses we get of his true intentions and personality (where said "affection" for her came from still being a mystery, so yknow, questionable unclear feelings being questionable and unclear), yet we also know what those supposed feelings of his will lead to: mc will suffer because of it.

To end this insane rant, the one line of the song that started all this and reminded me of The Answer to begin with is: "This blood sometimes holiness brings you", I think this one also speaks for itself LMAO.

This was so fucking long, again I'm sorry for taking so much space but the brainrot was too strong and I thought it could at least be somewhat fun for the author of the story to see my dumb (and crazy) ramblings about her story.

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the way this ask has me in its clutches omg

FIRST OF ALL. LETS NOT APOLOGIZE. I LITERALLY AM IN LOVE W YOU. I LOVE YOUR ASKS ASLKADJSFLAKSDJF like the way you put more thought and effort into this ask than i do into half of my school assignments like im not even exaggerating this is a full analysis of so many things im like levitating in the air reading this

ANYWAYS. at the risk of sounding like a reply to a discussion post i really have to commend your attention to detail and say that i agree w you on all of this its crazy LKSJFAKLSF LIKE SERIOUSLY THIS IS SO INSIGHTFUL PLEASLJFLASJDLFJ

The "who did you expect me to be?" really ties it all together for me, I picture those moments when mc is shocked about how her sweet best friend became just another follower tangled in the cult's web, became someone who won't hesitate to do as he is told even if it means hurting someone else or even her (aka letting her get stabbed for a ceremony), plus his angry outbursts. Its like "did you expect me to be the same person you knew before my time in a cult?"

THIS BIT IN PARTICULAR HAS ME BITING MY FISTS YELLING SCREAMING LIKE OH MY GOOOOODDDDD ITS SO GOOD AND SO TRUE LIKE I CANT EVEN ADD ANYTHING ALJAKDLFS

like this is all just so good and top tier like. im yelling. i cant even believe this. thank you so much. AS ALWAYS. LIKE THIS IS SO LAIJFDLKASDJF I CANT EVEN ADD ANYTHING LIKE I SAID IM JUST LIKE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LJ;LAJS;DFKJSDFA THANK YOU MWAH KISSES

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