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involuntaryspy · 7 months
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STARFIELD
Growing up in the United Colonies as a LIST family, James Buchannan "Bucky" Barnes had a fairly happy life. His mother passed when he and his sister were young, and his father struggled to raise them for years with Bucky's tendency for trouble making. Being a reserve Vanguard trainer, Bucky's father would frequently visit New Atlantis to assist in the training programs. It was on one such trip that Bucky's father died. The following years caused a lot of change for Bucky--his sister chose to stay with friends of the family, while Bucky himself chose to be a ward of the state, staying in New Atlantis with the other service members of the Vanguard. As he got older, Bucky had every intention of joining the Vanguard. He eventually got to join on his 16th birthday, and got partnered with Captain Rogers--and what a pair they were. They made names for themselves during the Colony Wars as champions for the UC.
It may have been war, but things were going well for Bucky and Steve up until their last mission. Sent to retrieve a stolen prototype ship, the pair were expecting some sort of Freestar Collective scheme at play. Instead, they ran into Eclipse. Tortured and held hostage, when Steve and Bucky finally managed to break free, the ship was rigged to grav jump right into the heart of the UC fleet and explode. While they managed to mess with the controls, there wasn't enough time for both to escape--Steve managed to get free, but Bucky stayed behind.
All the world thought Bucky Barnes died that day, the ship exploding in the vast expanse of space. The reality? Bucky managed to grav jump into an empty part of space, close off parts of the ship, and isolate the explosion. The good? He survived. The bad? He was dead in the water, with no way to get back home.
A MAST ship stumbled upon the wreckage, where, to their surprised, a barely living war hero was found. A barely living war hero with renowned skills that the universe already had presumed dead. One that, upon waking, had no memory of who he was or how he'd gotten where he'd gotten. A perfect specimen for their cybernetics research.
A long series of years passed--the Colony Wars ended, an uneasy peace was brokered, and a certain agent began to gain infamy. Dubbed The Winter Soldier, there was quite a bit of rumor about this agent--a slew of activity, then silence for years, all sorts of missions big or small. Pirates and gangs were just as afraid as those government personnel in the information business.
The truth? Bucky had become The Winter Soldier. And after years of missions, cryosleep, and brainwashing, he broke free. The fallout was... messy. And his recovery is a full journey. But the Winter Soldier these days has a rep for hunting criminals--and in some dark, desperate corners of the universe, helping people start a new life.
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gorbalsvampire · 5 months
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GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR 
name: I answer to "Von", "Gio" or "Brit" (derogatory)
pronouns: they/them
preference  of  communication: Discord: DM me for the deets.
name  of  most  active muse(s): Orpheus has the most going on in plot terms, Penny is the most fun to write, Sorcha is the one I'm looking forward to plotting with. Don't ask me to choose my favourite child!
experience/how  long  (months/years?): I have been roleplaying since 1996. I have been roleplaying V:tM since 1999. I have been roleplaying V:tM on Tumblr, on and off, since... 2018?
platforms  you’ve  used: Tumblr and Discord and good honest pencil and paper face to face shizzle.
best  experience:  the sudden discovery of the Chez/Sorcha OTP! (Honourable mention to Heart Club, but that's been as much horror as beauty. I love you both dearly OOC though. <3)
rp  pet  peeves  /  dealbreakers: Lack of accountability and meta talk. I need to see rules/about and where your character's boundaries are and where the give and take is going to be. No more character defining changes forced on me by surprise.
fluff,  angst,  or  smut: Comes and goes in cycles. What I really like is charged not-quite-smut that's saturated in powerful feelings, or fluff with an undertone of delicious angst. This is why @friends-of-beetlejuice and @gwenynen-bach are my faves. We vibe.
plots  or  memes: Memes for getting to know you and your characters. It takes me a while to warm up to plotting with people (trust issues out the ouiseaux, me).
long  or  short  replies: Somewhere between? I don't really click with long single-sentence dash-cluttering threads, I want room to go a bit longer, but I don't like to overwrite either. Comparatively long but focused on dialogue.
best  time  to  write: I am graced with morning insomnia so most of my RP posting gets done early in the morning, UK time.
are  you  like  your  muse(s): There are elements of me in all of them. Sorcha is gender goals, the girl I wanted to be and be with at the best time of my life, forever nineteen - yes, I've seen The World's End multiple times, what of it? Luciana is a vessel for my thoughts and feelings on disability and sex and history, an attempt to correct some unlovely thinking. Orpheus is SO MUCH of my childhood trauma in a big leather jacket, it actually makes him quite upsetting to play when he's going through it 'cause we get into a feedback loop. Penny is... OK, I have a nasty elitist streak, but she's also a true believer who doesn't truly believe, and I put a lot of my frustrated scholarship into her. But - apart from Orpheus - I don't think I'm too much like them.
tagged by: @mxldito tagging: you, reading this, but also the two dorks I already tagged and @thatmonroe
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chloeworships · 2 months
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⚠️ Israel 🇮🇱
God said Hamas and the Palestinian Authority should seek Peace with Israel 🇮🇱
UNQUESTIONABLY… UNDOUBTEDLY…
For the love of God, I pray they listen 👂🏾
He also showed me
“Doha” 🇶🇦
Mmmmmhhhhhhmmmmmm.
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It’s been revealed to them (Hamas) that what they were told was false.
Let me also re-affirm that Israel has every right to protect herself 🇮🇱
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Ukraine 🇺🇦
I was also shown our Prime Minister with a filter over his image of the Ukrainian flag 🇺🇦 It almost looked as though he was carrying an enormous flag 🇺🇦 waving it around proudly. I’m not entirely sure what this means other than we STILL need to continue to stand with and support Ukraine 🇺🇦 If I receive additional deets, I will update you all.
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The United States 🇺🇸
I had another vision of American 🇺🇸 soldiers putting a flag in the ground. They were so proud 🥲 They won some kind of battle. It was amazing to witness. It felt as though I was right there standing next to them. I saw a woman soldier as well. God is so sweet. He is clearly acknowledging the bravery of women soldiers BUT that’s not just it….
There will be a battle won for American women somewhere, somehow. I’m just not sure in what context.
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Pray 🙏🏾
PS.
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Interestingly, I remember the dream I had of the Pope and his face on a calendar with days 📅 I believe I saw the month of May. This was in 2022. At the time, I thought I had mentioned that I wasn’t too sure what that meant but now I understand. In verse 12 it reads
“Teach us to number our days that we may gain a HEART ♥️ of wisdom”.
Which means we should appreciate the life the LORD has given us and not to take it for granted.
Also consider what the LORD has already revealed to us about “hearts” 💕👀
The LORD has NOT spoken to me about Ukraine needing to surrender 🏳️ and I have inquired of him regarding this matter. He will reveal HIS answer at the appropriate time.
Personally, I believe we should never surrender to evil. EVER. But I am not God. He knows better than any of us could.
Also this scripture (Psalm 90) speaks of God’s WRATH along with his MERCY.
I wanted to add, I did not intentionally post the photo of Qatar airlines to confirm this revelation. I thought it was beautiful so I chose it 😅 and now I’m noticing the Psalm speaks of flying away underlined in purple in verse 10. I just cannot babes. WOW wow.
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villainology · 9 months
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001. most of my fics are wrote with sub!fem!reader in mind, however I will occasionally write for gender neutral and male reader, also occasionally I will write for dom reader!
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ⓘ WHAT I WILL WRITE !
• aphrodisiacs, anal, age gaps, breeding, breath play, bondage, cumflation, cum eating, cuckolding, corruption kinks, dubcon, dacryphilia, daddy / mommy kink, drugging (sometimes), degradation, femdom, fisting, fear play, gun play, knife play, kidnapping, lactation, monsterfucking, noncon, pegging, pet play, power dynamics, praising, roleplay, stepcest, spitting, somnophilia, tentacle fucking, water sports, and more.
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• age play, anything involving animals, child abuse, eating disorders, extreme gore, foot fetishes, gender dysphoria, heavy drug use / addiction (heroin, meth etc), high school student × high school teacher (college is fine), suicide, stds, self-harm, scat, snuff, vomit, vore, and probably more.
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attack on titan — [ annie leonhart, armin arlert, connie springer, eren jaeger, erwin smith, hange zoë, historia reiss, jean kirschtein, levi ackerman, mikasa ackerman, pieck finger, porco galliard, reiner braun, sasha braus, zeke jaeger ]
baldur’s gate 3 — [ astarion, dream visitor / the emperor, gale, gortash, halsin, karlach, lae’zel, shadowheart, wyll ]
dc universe — [ dick grayson / nightwing, jason todd / red hood ] *more to come soon*
dead by daylight — [ the artist, the doctor, ghostface, the huntress, the knight, the legion (frank + joey), michael myers, nemesis, the nurse, the oni, the pig, pinhead, the plague, pyramid head, the skull merchant, the spirit, the trapper, the trickster, albert wesker, the wraith, + all survivors except nick cage ]
devil may cry — [ dante sparda, nero sparda, v, vergil sparda + dmc reboot dante, kat, and vergil ]
genshin impact — [ albedo, alhaitham, arataki itto, beidou, cyno, dainsleif, diluc, dottore, kaedehara kazuha, kaeya, kamisato ayato, kujou sara, ningguang, raiden shogun, shenhe, shikanoin heizou, tartaglia, thoma, venti, wanderer, xiao, yae miko, zhongli + more ]
honkai : star rail — [ blade, caelus, dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, himeko, kafka, luocha, nanook, natasha, sampo, serval, welt, + more ]
jujutsu kaisen — [ choso, kento nanami, mahito, naoya zen’in, ryomen sukuna, satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, + more ]
overwatch — [ ashe, brigitte, cole cassidy, genji, hanzo, junker queen, lifeweaver, moira, ramattra, reaper, reinhardt, zarya ] *more to be added*
resident evil — [ albert wesker, ada wong, chris redfield, claire redfield, jack krauser, jake muller, jill valentine, luis serra, piers nivans ]
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rwbytales · 9 months
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RWBY Search & Rescue: Island Maturin
RWBY Tabletop RPG Homebrew Story
OK so there were a few people who liked or commented on that post i made so i figured I would put it here so i dont have to do everything seperately persay, and tag everyone who said something!!!!
Plus I really like this so I'd love to properly have it down somewhere to go back and reference or if anyone else is interested in something or using stuff or anything!
I'm super excited and I'm gonna start with the premise of it and stuff and like if yall wanna hear more or the details up to what i have or have questions id love to know cause it'd probably help me. Eitherway this was a lot so ima put the deets under readmore!!!!
@eviltomb @caeruleum-feniks @utallige @a-d-h-dragons
So to start, I came across this Unnofficial RWBY TTRPG Rulebook Some things I either didn't agree with and wanted to change, or wanted to make certain things easier to find for player reference/ character creation, of which is outlined here if you're interested in seeing. (This was also a character sheet i found i had them use for reference to make the character) Most of it is changes to dust, potential for Team Attacks to do better and deal more damage, as well as a Team Leader for flavour who gets bonus Initiative and can give a small bonus call for a full team attack.
I also worked with each person to create a custom Semblance based on what type of skill or power they wanted to have, and adjust aura capacity and semblance use to actually require aura as well.
I did basically give them unlimited ammo, they just needed to reload as needed, and only had limited # of dust colors available to use based on what could reasonable be used by them and their backstory, so I made sure they would have to manage some sort of resource in someway, which did work out in my favour in the end.
(I recorded all(my 1 shot was 6 sessions so i called it a chapter instead) of them since it was my first time DMing a tabletop game and wanted to be able to reference it. and I want to transcribe them eventually into more of a story format)
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So for premise(this was not created this way but ended up during/after creation of the story because my team wanted to continue and was interested in playing more)
But I settled on a timeline because I dont want to have anything to do with current RWBY really, so some thigns have taken liberty and there may have been minor adjustments to events in the timeline, granted we never got exact dated anyway, just general timeframes.
So basically, this first story takes place after the party team has graduated. I'm imagining Hunstmen Academy is basically 4 years of school, the last 2 years could be... kind of part time? Because you are more so in the field than in school itself, sometimes going to other continents/schools or extended missions with veteran huntsmen or something meaning you would be gone for quite a while as well, you're just below freely licensed hunstmen, and often are treated as real huntsmen, especially when accompanied with veteran huntsmen, whether that treatment be good or bad.
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One of my favourite things abouyt RWBY is how everything is pretty much based off mythology, fairytales, or just fiction media in general, so I wanted to try to add in as much of that as I could to my story.
The first Piece I want to give is this
Search and Rescue: Mission Log
It was what the player characters would know about the mission and situation going on, basically this would be the reference they can look at at any time IC to check whats up or whatever.
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BASICALLY before Into too much detail the overall thing for it
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An island suddenly shows up near the shores of Anima, near the kingdom of Mistral, mysterious disappearances near the beach just days before the island showed up. Numbers of grimm increasing, causing more unrest in the nearby towns.
There are near forgotten fairytales of islands that disappear and reappear, that move and then never seen again. This island though, has been there for 7 days, through the fog and storm. Unmoving, unchanging. 
They've sent curious hunters, team SIOC(Sirocco) out the day it arrived to investigate, but 3 days after have lost all contact with them.
Now 7 days after the island appeared, and 4 days after contact has been lost, missions have been revised and they've called for a search and rescue on the island.
Players team, PMAV(Primavera), then accepts the mission and is flown almost an hours time to the island where they have to realize they should have thought about a landing stratagy if they haven't already and get yeeted out of the airship.
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If you can't tell by the name, the island itself is actually a giant grimm tortoise, this thing is huge, it is ancient, and has a grimm forest on its back. Looking at it, you can't tell really. There is a heavy dark mist that surrounds the thick forest once you get close enough to see, and once in the forest, the canopy is so thick between that and the mist, you can't hardly tell night from day.
There are pools of grimm on it's back, causing new grimm to be birthed from them constantly, meaning there is always a threat, and many new grimm that they come in contact with. ( I found cool looking oc grimm on deviant art or made stuff up for them to make it different, but also had known rwby grimm as well)
The mysterious island, while also being a world turtle, (this being named for Stephen Kings work), it's also going to double as the Black Forest, where many fairytales were said to take place.
To allude to this more, I did decide to add in a.. rendition of Salem, obviously taking the place as the witch, as she has been called many times. I did kind of reuse the thought of Hansel and Gretel, because I most of the cast of RWBY seems based off stories in the black forest and didn't want to reuse any of those.
So I have, Cwrell & Margarite Katad, twins that take their place in this sense.
(Gretel means Pearl, Margarite also shares that name meaning, with Cwrell meaning Coral, thus giving the twins names that have relations to eachother, while still being able to allude in someway to their OG tale and bring colors to mind. Then their last name Katad, meaning animal skin/leather, pulling from the last name commonly associated with Hansel& Gretel, Leiderhosen which are a type of leather garments.
Pearl, actually has the ability to create physical illusions pretty much, which are more stable if they are placed over a physical object(disguising an object as something is more stable), thus allowing her to make a tent look like an oddly placed cottage in this oddly placed island.
Cwrell,has the ability to track via semblance/aura use. So they can see remnants of colored aura left behind in locations where it was lost or used, and can use it to track where to go/where others are.
They are clearly, instead of working against the witch, are working as the witch direct underlings. I have ideas for backstory thoughts on the Katad twins but idk if itd been too much or something
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Eventually, while they are on the island for a few days searching and such, they do come across the twins, who try to trick and attack them as they seem to be getting too close, or causing too much of a ruckus for Salem's liking.
But upon finding human remains and such scattered around and questionable abandoned tents and such, they end up finding out via a lost scroll they hacked into, that there seems to be a reason people were being taken and not just killed. It's hard to tell because presumably the scroll belonged to a member of team SIOC, and the notes and such are scattered and don't make sense. Like someone was scared, they didn't know what was happening, they were in a rush. Without more information, the most that can be gathered is that people were being experimented on, and newer grimm were more focused on taking people as opposed to just killing them. The experiments done looked gruesome, and there was mention how they could hear the pain and screaming at night and during the day echoing through the trees.
Eventually, in the end, they came across a claring with many grimm pools, flashes of bright silver light flashing and screaming almost in unison with it and all. They see a woman they never heard of, who we know as Salem.
An encounter starts as the team doesn't seem the woman is up to any good, which doesn't work out well as she just.. stands back up and continues, a large Praying Mantis-eque grimm, that towers nearly twice as tall as the people, the shape of its head and the main part of its body looks very earily human, moreso than any other grimm seen before., basically a fight ensues between the grimm, with salem there, and basically salem/her grimm pet kill the players at that point, in the spirit of teams unknowingly going against a big bad evil immortal lady that cant be killed and being killed because they didn't know
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Basically, Salem was trying to create Grimm experiments using humans and such, all of them being horrendously failed experiments of varying degrees and such. None of them worked, but all seemed very very painful and brutal and inhumane. All done in different ways dependant on what hasn't worked before.
The sucessful experiment that the players come across, is a very special one for 1 reason that seperates it from every other one.
She used the Silver-Eyed huntress from team SIOC as the base this time, and something about that specific trait meant she was able to succeed at creating a grimm hybrid. This basically serves as the Prototype of The Hound, that we met in Volume 8 of RWBY.
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builder051 · 2 years
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For the 200/300 word things, I have two ideas, both for tube verse. One, Steve having an NJ for some reason (maybe pre J-tube?) and throwing it up. It's happened to me a couple times and is not fun. Or two, something more slice-of-life-y where something goes wrong with Steve's health and James is sending messages through the portal, but is getting no response. I hope you feel better and things get easier! I love your writing <3
Thanks!
This tidbit will have to be scheduled very precisely on the timeline.
If you're familiar with what I've already set up for We fit like an Enfit (Tube 'verse), this is basically right after Steve has his initial appointment with a PCP--who kindly walks him down the hall to the check-in desk for the emergency room. Doctors tend to do that when people show up with life-threatening symptoms.
He hasn't gotten back together with James yet (they're like, post-breakup friends who are really still in love and both are super sore about it). Steve's still (supposed to be) working regular daytime hours in the office, and Darcy is the world's worst HR rep, along with the other positions she covers.
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Steve's glad the nurse has taken his left arm as real estate for the IV. That means he can still scroll through his phone with relative ease. He keeps his elbow tucked close so nobody can snag his dominant arm away. He already has a tube up his nose for quick-start nutrition. But apparently he needs sugar, salt, and sterile water pumped into
"Ow--" Steve grits his teeth and goes back to holding still as the needle makes contact under his wrist bone.
"I'm gonna call somebody," Steve says, trying not to slur around the NJ. He swallows on autopilot, as if the outsized, undercooked spaghetti noodle will go down like swallowed pasta should. But the tube stays resolute. And positively nauseating.
Steve scrolls to Darcy's contact and selects the call icon, then uses the tips of his fingers to hold the phone to his ear without jostling the warm blanket or the gloved fingers of the nurse now placing tegaderm and tape over the fresh line.
"What?" Darcy answers, sounding perturbed. "It's 5:02. You called my desk phone. I'm off work."
"You picked up. I just have to tell you--"
"Well, I knew it was you, or I wouldn't have picked up." Steve hears the telltale creak of Darcy leaning back in her swivel chair. "So give me the deets. How was your appointment? What did they say?"
"That's what..." Steve pauses and swallows again. The tube down his throat makes it impossible to feel anything in the esophagus. But there was definitely a twinge. Somewhere under his diaphragm. Somewhere that tended to reverse courses and turn out messes.
He breathes, then tries to explain. "Once I answered the, like, wellness questions, and she took my vitals, the doctor said I needed to be admitted."
"You have been really sick." Steve imagines Darcy putting her feet up on the desk. "But to be in the hospital? That's shitty."
"Is there, like, paperwork?" Steve barely gets the words out. Whatever was caught in his diaphragm is in his ribcage, and he can feel, in addition to the next pending heave, a painful scrape working its way up the side of his throat.
"I'd have to look that up," Darcy says. Then, "Are you ok?"
Steve can't attend to his phone anymore. He's already spitting bile, and when the end of the tube languishes its way out, covered in snot and spit, the sudden emptiness brings a rolling gag. Steve clutches his gut and squeezes his eyes shut. He coughs. Then retches again.
Steve digs in the side of the bed for the nurse call button.
"How may I help you?" someone asks from what sounds like the other end of a walkie-talkie.
"Um--" Steve starts.
"Were you talking on the phone to your girlfriend and you done dropped it?"
"What?" Steve stifles a belch and wipes his mouth on his freshly placed IV. "Ouch." Only then does he realize that his call to Darcy is still connected, even though his phone is on the floor now.
"Steve? Hey! It's not funny!" Her voice sounds shrill and tinny with the room's terrible acoustics. Steve feels terrible for giving her what was probably the shock of a lifetime.
"Honey?" the walkie-talkie voice prompts.
"Oh. Yeah." Steve will go along with it. "And I puked up my tube."
"We'll get you set up again. Don't you worry. And tell your girlfriend I said that!"
"Sure." Steve goes for a deep breath, but he can't stop himself from laughing a little.
"What?" he can hear Darcy demanding from the floor. "What's so funny?"
"I'll tell you later," Steve says. "It's a great story; I'm sure you'll love it."
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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years
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ANOTHER!
What do the boys do for date nights? If they have them, how they feel about them, who's idea was it? ALL the deets about date nights.
Oooooh-
I think Steve would want to go all out and take Billy somewhere fancy, but Billy doesn't feel comfortable with it. Despite his mask of arrogance, at his core he prefers simplicity, and he assures Steve that it doesn't matter where they go.
Steve suspects that Billy doesn't think he's worth being "pampered", so he tries a new tactic: ordering food from restaurants and putting them in to go containers.
Billy thinks it's all charity, and he's not used to having someone treat him. Plus if he finds out Steve took him somewhere that he took Nancy, well at first he gets... a little upset.
I would say Steve loves dates, and he loves pampering the people he cares about. But he also understands that Billy still has doubts about Steve's feelings for him, and the last thing he wants is for Billy to feel bad about anything.
Also, Steve wants Billy to stay longer at his house (and away from Neil), so they go grocery shopping and Billy teaches Steve how to cook. It's messy, and Steve hasn't had a home cooked meal in a minute, so I think he definitely starts to appreciate Billy's simplicity and it gives him more time with his lovely boyfriend.
Another thing is, Billy is terrified that someone will see them together and tell Neil, so if they do go out on dates (like to the movies or whatever) the kids go with them (they scare off other movie goers sometimes so the love birds can have the theater to themselves).
Sometimes they use disguises, or Billy sneaks them into a showing (Steve can't deny its kind of fun).
They spend a lot of time at Steve's house, which Steve assures Billy several times that he's fine with. "No matter where we go, right?"
Since sometimes Billy can't stay very long (because he was to be up at like 5 to cook breakfast at his house, and Neil gets suspicious), Steve orders in, and they watch movies. Steve likes to sit on Billy, or in between his thighs, and lay on his broad chest. Billy is glad that it's dark, because you best believe that boy is blushing!
They cuddle on the couch, and its guaranteed the other falls asleep.
Billys heard from girls how the thrill of a relationship, and the romance as well, sort of fades the longer the relationship goes.
But about a year in (Steve has kept track of everything, from when they first met, to their first kiss- he's a sentimental sap like that) and the two are still on cloud 9.
Steve sometimes decorates the house a little to resemble a restaurant, and have the kids serve them. He opens his door, grinning at Billy, a flower in his teeth.
Billy has wooed many girls, but he's never actually been wooed. Max tells him to get his head out of his ass and enjoy it. "You deserve nice things, too," she chastises before going out to meet Lucas.
When Steve makes him his favorite dinner (Mac and cheese and hot dogs) and gives him a massage, Billy's resolve starts to break.
"Maybe I do deserve nice things," he moans out when Steve massages a knot in his shoulders.
"You, Billy Hargrove, deserve the best of the best, and you don't need to settle for less," Steve says, leaning in and kissing his forehead.
"Cheesy, Harrington," Billy murmurs, pulling him into a kiss, his hand gripping the collar of Steve's yellow sweater.
But maybe he and Max are right. Maybe he does deserve a little cheesiness. Preferably the cheesiness of Steve Harrington.
Flash forward to their 400th date (Metallica concert in California), and Billy has been totally cheesified.
Its the happiest he's ever been. And of course when Steve sees Billy happy, he's happier too.
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tilliwriteapine · 2 years
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So, my great friend and a childhood inspiration, Dave Griffin, reminded me that we have started Mental Illness Awareness month.
And I have multiple. Major Depression. Anxiety. Social Anxiety.
I have had anxiety since before I can remember. I would go to sleep away camp and wake up every morning and vomit. I would go away from my family or home and vomit every morning. I would later find out that this was a classic sign of anxiety. Thanks for giving me the deets, nursing school!
Depression hit me probably *during* nursing school, and I remember having a difficult time in college. Anxiety was also a huge factor. But I wasn't diagnosed with depression until post nursing school and I was living on my own and working my first full time job. I wasn't far from my parents (about an hour away, but in a very familiar area, Gladstone, OR), but my brain chemistry was definitely fucked up.
Got started on medication. I believe I changed medication right before I moved to North Dakota.
I upped the dose in ND, and even got a therapist because oh hey, I also had Social Anxiety. TERRIBLE social anxiety. It crippled my ability to really function outside of work (I have no idea how I kept my job. I am approachable to patients but not strangers on the street?!). I once went to Dairy Queen, ordered a basket, and got my food. Realized I didn't get my ice cream sundae. But instead of politely asking for what I paid for, I just couldn't. I literally fucking couldn't. And so I didn't get my ice cream. I remember talking to my therapist about that specific interaction and, while so kind and gracious, he was so confused on how I couldn't ask for what I had paid for. I was too 😅
It was during my 18 months in ND that I struggled, not just with social anxiety, but also my depression. While panic attacks are more anxiety driven, I believe they are also a sign of depression. And boy, did I suffer some intense panic attacks. I remember my first one ever - I had either been exercising or been doing something at the gym, got into my car, experienced some nerve wrecking thing, and broke down, crying and hyperventilating. I was a LITERAL disaster.
Shit didn't stop there. I also was severely suicidal. My therapist weekly would ask about this specific symptom, and if I had a means to harm myself. I never did, never had a plan. But I thought about it a little too much. Depression fucked with my brain so hard.
I tried finding a job more close to home - Seattle, back home in Portland - but was rejected countless times by places I greatly admired. I remember breaking down after a For King and Country concert, depressed I had spent my parents money to go home for three in person interviews and ended up with zero job offers. At that point I had put in my 4 weeks notice and was either moving home or moving somewhere.
I was graced with a job offer for PSL BMT in Denver, and my spirits lifted.
I have still struggled with Depression, but not as severely as it was in ND. I've changed my medication during this pandemic, and feel Wellbutrin is doing well.
medication is NOT the devil and it saved me from killing myself.
I still struggle, a TON, with anxiety. Especially recently. I am so uncertain about what I want to be happy and where I want to be in life. My crutch is school 😅 Go figure!
but I need whoever is reading this to know that mental illness is NOT a short coming of your failings. It is a disease of the brain. There are ways to manage mental illness: therapy, medications, cognitive behavioral techniques, books - everyone needs something fine tuned to THEM to walk through life functioning. There is situational issues, seasonal blocks, and other factors that may influence when and how a mental illness surfaces.
But please know you are LOVED, you are PRECIOUS, and you are VALUED!!!!
I am mentally ill. But mental illness does not control my life.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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tetsuskei · 2 months
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happie friyay mrs alberich >v< ! ! ! hweheh i am here to inquire abt u + ur hubbie kaeya n how u like to wind down on a friday evening after a long week of work ! :3 gimme all the juicy saucy deets ! !
hi coco, happy wednesday (excuse me for answering late) >_> !
i think we like to wind down by getting together and drinking some quality wine. we would horseback ride somewhere and lay on a blanket and look at the stars :> i think that when kaeya is away from people, he does not put up a front and is way more vulnerable than usual since he trusts me so much ! he will share whatever on his mind, especially if something is troubling him. it’s important he doesn’t feel like a burden when expressing his feelings and needs, and i always remind him that ^_^ 💗
also i won’t get too nsfw but i can imagine kaeya after a few glasses of wine wouldn’t be opposed to doing certain activities on a picnic blanket outdoors (not that he needs a reason or alcohol to be honest) 🤭
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ilikereadingactually · 2 months
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A Dark and Starless Forest
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A Dark and Starless Forest by Sarah Hollowell
this was a compelling read! it had a claustrophobic feel to it that suited the story, and was creepy enough that i ended up reading most of it during lunch breaks instead of at night in bed. those are positives for me! i like when a book sucks me into the experience.
i really liked everything that was going on here, too. there's magic, and an uncertain forest filled with frightening things, always a great temptation/threat combo. there's a house full of magic girls, of an admirable variety of ages, races, genders, sexualities, abilities, and body sizes. there were honestly so many of them (eight, i believe?) that i had trouble keeping them straight--my only nitpick about the book was that they were introduced in detail all at once at the beginning, and that information wasn't repeated or spread out enough through the book for me to hold on to it.
but! i adored Derry, the POV character. she's fat, she has plant magic, she protects her sisters in both good and questionable ways. her flaws are about temptation and self-doubt rather than about her body or her (presumed) queerness, and that's always a relief.
i was also really impressed with the portrayal of abuse in this book, especially difficult to nail with a first person narrator; Derry and her sisters are "cared for" by Frank, who controls every aspect of their lives, doesn't let them leave the house "for their own safety," pushes them to strengthen their magic through stressful tests, and puts them in time out when they--well, you get it. whenever he feels like it. i think it takes particular skill, and either good research or life experience, to slowly build the case against Frank in the perspective of someone under his control the way this book does. it's very well done!
imo the ending leaves room for a followup, and if Hollowell writes one, i will read it!
the deets
how i read it: an ebook from Libby! i think i'll buy this one next time i'm in a bookstore, i need more magical fat girls on my shelves.
try this if you: love some darkness in your magic and some mystery in your plotlines, like to simmer in righteous anger, or are fat and wanna see that rep!!
maybe not for you if: you need to avoid a first-person narrative of abuse.
a bit i really liked: i'm just so in love with how Derry is fat but it's not a plot point! casual fat!
The magic I sent into the earth flows back into me. Tiny gray flowers bloom on my shoulder and descend across the thick fat of my upper arm. It doesn't hurt. It's a gentle push under my skin, a tug from somewhere above it, and then I'm growing my own flowers. I barely register them in the moment. I brush them off, leaving no trace, and wait for judgement.
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pollenallergie · 7 months
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Billy knight is in a book!???
yeah!! that’s where the character originates from. but unfortunately it’s a book that was written by a person who’s currently a very strong candidate the worlds worst living person award… one joanne k rowling 🤢🤢 (it’s under a different pen name).
i highly recommend you don’t buy it and just try to find it somewhere for free if you’re interested in reading it (i’ve noticed that libraries tend to carry the Cormoran Strike books - a series which the book involving Billy, called Lethal White, is part of - so you could try poking around your local library and maybe checking it out from there?). orrrr we could all just hope and pray that someone will read it and post a summary of billy’s storyline/all his personal lore… i wonder who would maybe want to do that sort of thing… definitely not a specific mutual of mine that i’m electing not to mention by name so as not to put pressure on her… no! i would never! it’s just… if there were such a person, maybe she would just need a little encouragement to… i dunno… finish the book?? and share some of the deets with us?? … could be something to think about, unnamed mutual.
of course, i also own a copy of the book that i got for free (my college library was literally giving it away for free??? idk how i got so lucky.). but… i’m a slow reader and also my book analysis skills are just… i’m just not good at it. so yeah… it’d be great if someone else was willing to maybe, i dunno, take one for the team and post a little summary of the billy-centric parts of the book for those among us who don’t have access to it 🥺👉👈.
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loorain · 1 year
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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Catching Up and Reflecting
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Sabrina finally has some free time to meet up with their gal pals at Nyla's apartment. Nyla's toddler son, Roddy, plays on the couch by himself. First on the agenda: Telling the girls all the drama that's happened in Sabrina's life as of late.
Sabrina: ...and he just expected me to drop everything and move forward, but I just couldn't. I thought we had something special, but seeing he had an obsessive ex, I wasn't ready to deal with that. I wasn't going to fight for him.
Lakshmi: Wow, maybe you dodged a bullet though.
Nyla: I agree. No-baggage relationships are always better. But I'm sure with your track record Beau has been in the farthest corners of your mind collecting dust.
Sabrina chuckles, a sly smirk forming on their lips.
Sabrina: Oh dear friend, you know me too well.
Lakshmi: Oooooooh, spill the deets!
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Sabrina: Well remember that guy I met at the dorms one time? Marquise? We went on a date.
Lakshmi: Really? How'd it go?
Sabrina: We had a good time. A very good time.
Nyla and Lakshmi: OOOOOOOHHH!
They all laugh.
Nyla: Wait, are you still seeing Alton?
Sabrina: Casually, yes. You know how our relationship is.
Nyla: You haven't caught feelings for him, have you?
Sabrina initially feels confident to say no without a doubt, but a moment of pause causes them to falter just the slightest. They recall their rebound night after the Beau drama. The lingering embraces, kisses, gazes... what did they actually feel about Alton? Did Alton feel strongly about them?
Nyla: Hello? Sixam to Sabrina?
Sabrina comes back from her thoughts, shaking off the doubt.
Sabrina: Nah, we're just casual. Friends.
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Lakshmi: Are you sure there's nothing there? I mean, if there is it could be hindering you from finding love somewhere else.
Sabrina: Alton and I have known each other for so long. We agreed from the beginning what this was.
Nyla: But Sabrina, things can change. Lakshmi's right.
Sabrina: It's nothing, really. I'm just focused on myself right now. Having fun. Whether that's Alton, Marquise, or someone else.
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Sabrina: But enough about my drama, catch me up on your lives girls!
The trio chat happily for hours, enjoying their first meet-up since their early college days. It's hard to believe so much time has already passed. Before they know it, it's getting dark. Nyla walks Sabrina out.
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Sabrina: You know, I think we all really needed this. Life is so crazy now, but I'm glad we have each other.
Nyla: We've been through a lot, huh?
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Sabrina pulls Nyla in for a hug.
Sabrina: Thanks for hosting us. Hopefully, we can do this again soon.
Nyla: Countin' down the days, Bina.
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Meanwhile, Sigrid stands admiring the hard work she and Robin have been putting into a nursery for the twins. She takes a seat in the rocking chair, finding herself imagining what her life will look like in a matter of days. Eventually, Robin joins her as well, sitting on the free ottoman.
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They sit in comfortable silence for a moment before Robin speaks.
Robin: Hard to believe, huh? Soon, these cribs will have our two little babies in them.
Sigrid: Yeah. It's feeling really real nowadays.
Robin: How are you feeling about it all?
Sigrid: Part of me is still really nervous, but I know we'll be okay. We have each other, and Sabrina and Aunt Scarlett. I'm sure your sister will find any excuse to come over and see them too.
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Robin: It's been quite a while since there was a little one in the legacy house. Last one was Colt, and he wasn't here long before Anya took him to Haru to raise. Now, it's my turn.
Sigrid: Our turn. And it'll be a largely different experience. Something about this feels extra special, like something new that's never happened before will happen.
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Robin: I know what you mean. Well, either way, I'm glad to be doing this with you.
Sigrid: You already know how I feel about you.
Robin smiles warmly.
Robin: I sure do.
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recurring-polynya · 2 years
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Zanpakutou Open Carry Laws
I will open up with saying that Bleach has a lot of worldbuilding, just bags of worldbuilding, and sometimes Kubo just says something that turns out to be utterly impractical once you think about it for six seconds, and this is probably one of those things, but I am going to talk about it anyway.
When and where is a shinigami allowed to carry their zanpakutou? Now, a casual viewer of the anime might be tempted to answer “Uh, wherever they want?” because this gets sort of forgotten about after the Soul Society Arc, but we know there are certain restrictions on zanpakutou-carry because of the WARTIME EXEMPTION!! 
I am not a scholar of Japanese history, but I know there have been a number of historical restrictions on carrying swords, like during the Meiji era, and I also know it was common practice that when, say a samurai visited his daimyo’s house, he would have to turn in his sword at the door, so this does seem to make some amount of sense.
However, there’s a lot of practical issues to this! For one, I assume this doesn’t apply to say, “on squad training grounds” and other designated areas, because people gotta train, right? Then, of course, if you live off-base, you would need to carry your sword to and from home. Furthermore, the zanpakutou is a piece of your soul, so it seems pretty weird to me that... you have to leave it somewhere a lot of the time. Seems like a security flaw to me. 
Anyway, let’s try to find some details. The initial place I remembered this being discussed was when Ukitake stops Byakuya at the Penitence Tower:
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Here, it seems like it might only be a ban on drawing the sword, but maybe you can still carry it around, which would solve a lot of my issues. This also reminded me that there’s a scene where Hinamori gets a report about the wartime exemption, so I decided to look that up to see if we get more deets, and we do.
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So carrying is definitely included! It’s a little interesting that only the top officers are granted the exception-- does this mean that lower ranked officers are still not allowed to carry zanpakutou, or does it mean that they were never banned from doing so in the first place? That may sound a little silly, but given the power differentials, I think an unarmed captain could pretty easily take down just about any unseated officer, armed or not. Furthermore, a captain-class zanpakutou is enormously destructive (Soi Fon’s is literally a missile, and I don’t think it’s even one of the stronger bankai), so it makes sense to put restrictions on them. I kinda take “full wartime usage” to mean “you can go to bankai if you want”).
While I was looking for that, I also found this page:
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It doesn’t actually add much additional information, I just thought it was hilarious that Captain-Commander tells everyone to “pass it along to those who could not be there,” clearly meaning Ukitake, the only captain not there, and then no one does. This is exactly like that bit in Death Save the Strawberry where the Vice Captains are texting each other about putting their powers in a sword for Ichigo and everyone forgot to forward it to Hisagi. Never change, Gotei-13 robust and effective communication structure.
So, the real reason I got thinking about this had to do with asauchi, actually. We’re told that shinigami are given asauchi as students and instructed to carry them everywhere so that they can imprint onto the sword. How do you reconcile this with the zanpakutou carrying ban, though? Here’s the relevant bit that Oetsu tells Renji and Ichigo when they’re visiting his part of the Royal Realm:
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Now option a) is to be very literal here and say “it doesn’t actually say they carry them everywhere, it just says they eat and sleep with them” so, uh...okay. That’s pretty pedantic, even for me. The text here is loose enough though, that it seems like they don’t have to spend every moment, with their asauchi, and I can certainly see there being certain places where asauchi are restricted within reason. b) is as I said before, that maybe they don’t care if students and other low-level shinigami carry around unpowered swords. My impression is that many (most?) shinigami never even achieve shikai (The Bleach wiki supports this, without citation, but this is not critical to my argument).  I could also see them putting a kidou binding (like a bike lock) on student asauchi so that they can’t be drawn without teacher supervision, but perhaps this is excessive. I also want to point out that in all the Academy scenes that we get, the only one where anyone is carrying zanpakutou is the one where the student field trip gets attacked (obviously, they would need zanpakutou for this, since the purpose of the trip was to practice konsou. This also implies that you can konsou with an asauchi, which is mildly interesting to me. I wonder if soul removal glove technology is related at all to the principles of konsou). I am going to just give Kubo a pass on this for not wanted to draw a bunch of swords in every classroom scene, but I find it very charming to think about students hauling these things everywhere and having to prop them places and trying not to get them mixed up. It’s too bad everyone takes this stuff so seriously, I would love to see a student culture of everyone individualizing their asauchi with charms and stickers and such.
The other issue I have with not carrying your zanpakutou with you at all times is, as I said earlier, it’s a huge security risk. We know what happens if you break your sword in shikai or bankai, but what happens if you break a sealed sword? Or lose it? Or more specifically what if it is stolen?
I am thinking more specifically about, say, the Noble Houses, and how stealing zanpakutou could be a practice on the same level as assassination. I mean, would you rather fight Byakuya, or would you rather just steal his sword while he’s at lunch and seal it in a cave somewhere? Could he just get another asauchi and re-imprint Senbonzakura on it? How long would it take? Would it be exactly the same as the original? If he can’t, not only does he no longer have a sword, but I feel like this would do some permanent damage to him, since the zanpakutou is part of his soul, in some ways, kind of like a phylactory?? I have, in fact, occasionally wondered if this might be exactly what’s up with Yoruichi. Also, Zaraki took his zanpakutou off of a dead shinigami-- how does that work? Does a sword turn back into an infinitely imprintable asauchi when its owner dies? Maybe that dude sucked and was never able to make much of an imprint in the first place. Maybe having a second-hand zanpakutou contributed to Zaraki’s difficulties with his sword. Maybe there’s even some spiritual detritus from that other guy floating around in Zaraki’s sword! Who knows!
In Roots of Heaven, the best fanfic ever written, which pre-dated all the asauchi stuff, the physical swords are basically just vessels. The premise of the fanfic involves Renji and Ichigo traveling through a different spiritual dimension, and at one point, Renji sells his sword in return for information, which turns out to be a bit of a grift, because he’s then able to put Zabimaru into a new blade (Zabimaru doesn’t enjoy this, but it’s possible). I dunno, this just rang a lot cooler to me than the idea of “special sword containing infinite possibilities,” so I’ve never really came around on the idea of asauchi.
All I really wanted to know is whether or not a student shinigami would/could carry their asauchi on a casual trip to Rukongai, and, as usual, I think I have confused myself more than I have clarified anything. Anyway, it’s the Rukon, nobody cares what happens out there, I’m sure carrying a sword for the purposes of terrorizing the populace is not only allowed but encouraged.
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twodimecastle · 3 years
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fifty bucks & six months.
spencer reid x gender neutral reader new relationship, secret keeping nonsense, 4.5k words, ao3 a/n; turns out i love writing texting fic but tumblr destroys the formatting rip
zero months.
You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.
“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.
“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”
Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”
He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.
Time to play your trump card.
“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”
The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.
“You’re on.”
The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.
two months.
“So, how long has this whole thing been going on?” Derek’s question catches Spencer off guard, and, based on the way he can see you freeze in his peripheral vision, takes you by surprise as well. Sliding into the driver's seat of the SUV, Derek continues “I hope you didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep me in the dark for long, pretty boy. You should know better than that.”
Following mechanically after him, Spencer takes the passenger seat, trying to frame his next statement as carefully as possible as he hears your door close and the car start. “We were-going to tell you guys-” he begins uncomfortably, glancing back to you for support, but you look just as on edge as he feels. “We were just gonna-keep it to ourselves for a while-before telling Hotch and everything-” he tries again, the mounting tension levering his shoulders higher and higher with every passing moment, but then Derek just laughs, shaking his head.
“Hey, I’m happy for you, kid. For both of you.” He spares a look at you in the back seat through the rear view mirror, and you can feel the tension in your jaw relax, the furrows in your brow straightening out at the note of approval in Derek’s voice. “I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he says, fondly, and you laugh.
“I bet Spence we could keep it from you guys at least six months,” you explain, reaching forwards through the centre console to link your pinky with Spencer’s, and the touch of your hand releases the last of the tension he had been harbouring as he covers your hand with the other one of his own. He knows Derek clocks the motion, filing it away in his mind somewhere, but he doesn’t care about the scrutiny so much right now. Not when your hand is so warm and comfortable in his.
Derek reaches for the dial on the radio and flicks through the channel, thinking about something, and as you watch, a slow mischievous smirk spreads across his face a moment later before he glances first at Spencer and then at you.
“I’ll tell you what,” he says to you, and Spencer can feel a familiar grin tugging at his own lips as he watches a plan take shape in his friend’s eyes. “I’m happy to sit on this information for a while for a cut of the winnings from whichever one of you comes out on top.” He snorts good naturedly as he continues “I have my own bet to win with Prentiss, so if you two help me win that one, I’ll cut you in too.”
“A quid pro quo of sorts,” Spencer says slowly, and he feels your fingers tighten around his, as you snort softly, and he knows instinctually you’re grinning the same way you always do when you’re winning a game. “I think we can do that.”
Derek grins, turning the music up as he nods, eyes on the road. “Then you two love birds have got yourselves a deal.”
two months and two weeks.
PG: youre not as slick as you think you are ;)
YN: ???
PG: ;))))))))) you should invest in some concealer for your work bag sweetness or tell the good doctor to pay more attention to whats visible in your work clothes
YN: oh my fucking god wait how do you even know thats how that happened
PG: im all knowing and all seeing im like the omnipotent goddess of the fbi
YN: derek blabbed
PG: he sang like a canary but also im an omnipotent goddess im also totally clued in on the whole bet situation with em so for the low low price of every single juicy detail about how this adorableness went down you can buy my silence :)
YN: im getting derek decaf coffee on all coffee runs from now on >:( traitors dont get caffeine
PG: darling sweet angel i need deets all of them like immediately
YN: >:( fine ok so. after that case down in georgia a few months ago? the weird one? with the creepy mother son thing?
PG: omg yuck pls dont remind me im here for the CUTENESS not the MURDER
YN: sorryyyyyyy anyway so spence was like being super weird about it all on the plane and whatever but he was doing that super annoying thing where he ignores it and says hes fine so everyone leaves him alone
PG: YEAH why does everyone here do that ALL THE TIME its SO annoyingggg
YN: ikr its insufferable and like super not subtle ANYWAY. spence was being weird and whatever and i just. refused to let him sulk on his own or whatever like i could tell there was something bothering him and so after work i insisted that we were gonna get like shitty diner food or whatever and watch a movie and he knows better than to say no to me
PG: smart boy
YN: so we got fries and milkshakes and then went back to his place to watch a movie and he was still like weird and silent and like brooding yknow? but whatever just figured hed talk about it when he was ready so i put on a movie and offered to make popcorn and then he was just staring at me and he looked so SAD and TIRED and i thought id done something wrong like the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry and i was panicking over fucking popcorn and then he says ‘why are you always so nice to me?’
PG: oh my god hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder
YN: i was SO thrown off i was like spencer. spencer were best friends. ive been forcing you to hang out with me for years now why do you THINK im being nice to you its bc i care about you asshole and then. like after another million years after letting me sweat it out over whether hes about to cry for like fucking years the asshole grabs my hand and says. i shit you not. ‘you know im in love with you, right?’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PG: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YN: anyway hes my boyfriend now :’) dont tell anyone tho gotta win the bet
four months.
Lingering by the elevator, you glance around at the uncharacteristically silent office building, waiting for Spencer to leave the bullpen. The sound of his footfalls drawing nearer makes you smile and you mentally applaud yourself for suggesting the two of you remained behind after disembarking from the plane, taking advantage of the manufactured privacy to take the same car home, back to his apartment.
When he sees you waiting for him, he can’t help the soft fond smile that tugs at his face, as he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers into yours with a gentle squeeze, the quiet of the building allowing him to indulge in the show of affection. You return the squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder with a yawn and as he presses a fond kiss to your temple he’s rewarded by a sleepy hum of approval from you that sends a rush of quiet joy shooting through him.
“At least we won’t be sleeping in hotel beds again tonight,” you say, voice weary, and Spencer nods as he shuffles you into the elevator. The doors slide shut and the elevator starts to move and in the moment of absolute privacy, you steal a kiss, tilting your chin up to catch his lips with yours, revelling in the soft huff of surprise he lets out, even as he smiles against your mouth. Even after months, the simple act of kissing Spencer still feels new and thrilling somehow, like you can’t quite believe it’s something you’re allowed to do.
His nose brushes yours and he breathes “unless something big comes up, we get a sleep in tomorrow too,” and the way you beam at him sends his heart racing in his chest, unable to look away from the fondness shining in your eyes.
As the two of you exit the elevator and make your way through the Bureau car park, you tuck yourself against his side, wedging yourself under his arm with a happy sigh, eager to get yourself horizontal and asleep as fast as possible. Spencer brushes his lips against your temple again as the two of you close in on his car, almost free and clear of the office when a voice behind the two of you brings you up short.
“Reid?”
Spencer is reacting before his mind catches up, turning on his heel towards the sound of Hotch’s voice echoing through the parking lot, conscious of the incriminating way you’re still tucked against his side, even as his brain is rifling frantically through any possible excuses for the current circumstances.
“Hotch-” you step away from Spencer, cheeks flaming, not wanting to chance a look at him. “I-we-thought everyone else had gone home,” you trail off lamely, trying your hardest not to balk under Hotch’s ominously impassive scrutiny. A second passes, then another, and the short silence feels like months, or years even as the three of you stand locked in a stalemate.
“I take it the two of you would prefer to keep this under wraps?” He asks, finally, and it registers with Spencer, somewhat belatedly, that Hotch’s tone isn’t admonishing. It isn’t enough to dissipate the tension coiling in Spencer’s muscles just yet, but he spares a glance at you as he nods, and a moment later, Hotch gives the two of you a curt nod of his own. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, a shade of irony colouring his voice. “If you two fill out the paperwork for in-team relationships for me, I’ll keep it to myself. I understand privacy is hard to come by in our office.”
The words take a while to fully sink in, and you’re conscious that you’re standing there blinking and gaping at your boss like a bemused fish for a good few seconds before you’ve composed yourself enough to say “absolutely, sir. Of course. Thank you.”
Hotch nods again, heading towards his own car, and as he passes the two of you, a brief smile flashes across his face.
“Congratulations, you two. Get some sleep.”
four months and three weeks.
Spencer isn’t sure how late it is, but he knows you’re not asleep yet, the faint glow of your phone screen casting faint distorted shadows across his room as your free hand rests lightly on his chest. In the dark blue twilight of his room, the space feels undefined and dream like somehow, the line between his mind and his surroundings blurry or indistinct somehow, and as you huff out a near silent laugh at something on the screen in your hand, a thought rises to the surface of his thoughts like flotsam on an unwanted tide.
The more clinical part of his mind notes the autonomic response in his body, the way his heart lurches unpleasantly in his chest, heart rate rising with an influx of cortisol through his nervous system, automatically rifling through ways to control the anxiety response. Age old instinct surges forwards, starting to push his spiralling anxiety down out of sight so as not to bother you with it, but then your hand shifts infinitesimally on his chest, fingers curling in the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, and for once his body is miles ahead of his brilliant mind, your name is leaving his lips before he’s really aware of it happening.
Your gaze flashes up from your phone at the sound of his voice, soft and hesitant, and you let the screen go dark as you set it down. You can feel Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs under your palm, and your brows knit together in concern as you shift closer to his side, tracing gentle circles over his shirt with your fingertips, the repetitive motion intended to soothe, though you’re not sure if it’s for his benefit or yours.
“Yeah, baby?” You ask softly, working hard to keep the rising worry from your voice. After three years of friendship and almost six months of dating, you know him well enough to sense when his propensity for overthinking and catastrophizing is slipping out of his control. You can feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, whatever he’s about to say cut off by second guessing, doing nothing to pacify your concern. “Spence? Is everything okay?” You ask again.
“This-bet-hiding our relationship-it’s-” he trails off, throat tight as he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, and smushing his face into the pillow, already wishing he hadn’t said anything. You’re the kindest person he’s ever met, but offering up this kind of raw insecurity feels like pulling teeth. Even if it’s you. Especially if it’s you. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to find out if you care about him enough to stay when his racing mind gets the better of him. The pillow muffles his voice as he says “never mind.”
You feel your own heart rate tic up in response to that, matching the wild beat of Spencer’s that you could feel under your palm only a second ago. “Baby, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”
He shakes his head, face still hidden in the pillow. “It’s stupid.”
He can feel the rush of your breath on his back as you sigh, and your voice is almost achingly patient as you say softly “it’s not stupid if it matters to you.” There’s a long pause, and you press yourself against his back, settling close and letting your hand slide over his side to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin sinking into yours even through his thin shirt. In spite of his height, he feels so small as you wrap yourself around him, drawing closer, trying to reassure him without yet knowing what he needs to be reassured of. “Spence?”
“Are you ashamed of-being with me? Is that why you want to hide it?” The words are almost whispered, the sound almost lost against his pillow and your heart sinks, plummeting faster and further than if you’d dropped it off the side of a skyscraper. You should’ve known he might worry about that, should have realised it might have felt that way. Remorse rises hot and bitter in your throat and you swallow it down, trying to steady your voice.
“Spencer. Sweetheart. No. Never. I could never be ashamed. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your arms wrap more tightly around him and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, the tension you can feel in every inch of his body making you feel more cruel and short-sighted than you already do. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might feel like that. I could never be ashamed of being with you, Spence. You’re my favourite person.” He takes the kind of shaky, shallow breath that comes with trying not to cry and your heart breaks a little more as one of his hands slowly moves to cover yours where it rests against his chest, just over his heart.
As his hand rests over yours, his thumb strokes lightly along your knuckles, and he knows you know him well enough to notice the way his hand trembles, just a little, because then your hand is shifting against his, turning to clumsily tangle your fingers with his, holding tighter to him as he tries to collect himself, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He can hear the contrition in your voice as you say softly “I’ve never really liked having people know everything about what’s going on in my life. And I love our friends but-something like this, that’s so-special? So new? I wanted to be able to keep it to just us for a while.”
“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out a little shaky, scarcely more than a whisper, and it’s more than you can take as you pull back and gently force him to roll over to face you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glassy and you recognise the fight to keep the tears unshed in the tight set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips. Leaning on your elbow, you lift your free hand to gently smooth out the furrows of his brow, letting your fingers linger along the planes of his face.
“Why are you sorry,” you ask gently. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. Not for talking to me about things that bother you. We can tell everyone else tomorrow, if you want? We can call off the bet. Derek will live. If he’s got a problem with it I’ll turn all his shirts into crop tops.”
He can tell the joke is a last bid attempt to make him smile, to ease his fear, and it works. In spite of the anxious weight in his chest that feels like it’s pressing him into the mattress, Spencer laughs weakly, meeting your eyes, and he watches as a relieved smile breaks across your face, releasing your lower lip from where you’d trapped it worriedly between your teeth. The unmitigated affection that floods into your eyes renders him momentarily breathless as he takes in the moment. You’re still here, still trying to take care of him. Just as kind and steadfast as ever.
“No,” he says eventually, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down on top of him like a living weighted blanket, letting your warmth chase the bulk of the tension from his body and luxuriating in the way you curl into him, one hand sliding into his hair. “We shouldn’t call off the bet. We still have to take Emily’s money, remember?”
Your sleepy laugh is the last thing he hears before his eyes close and the feel of your body wound around his lulls him to sleep.
five months.
SR: Can I talk to you about something?
DM: you dying or something? that’s a really fuckin ominous text to recieve out of the blue
SR: I’m not dying, why would that be what you assumed? I just have a question.
DM: just a figure of speech but what’s up?
SR: It’s about your bet with Emily. What’re the terms for it?
DM: wym?
SR: What exactly did you two make the bet about? What needs to happen in order for you to win the bet?
DM: does this count as collusion?
SR: Technically yes, but calling it collusion implies a certain degree of illegality.
DM: whatever anyway the terms i made with em were that you’d make some kind of move before your birthday but she reckoned you were gonna need some kind of near death experience to do anything about your crush why?
SR: I’m just making sure I have all the information.
DM: what’s going on pretty boy? you planning something?
SR: Maybe.
DM: not a helpful answer reid is everything good?
SR: Everything’s fine. We’re just figuring some stuff out. Nothing to worry about.
DM: is there something you’re not telling me?
SR: Don’t worry about it.
five months, three weeks and six days.
In the chaos that was the scramble from the briefing room to the jet, you haven’t yet had the chance to speak to Spencer about the outcome of his most recent thesis defence panel. By the time you’ve got a moment to breathe, the jet is underway, coasting across the country towards Montana, the whole team settled in for the six hour flight. You corner him in the tiny kitchen area of the jet as he’s making a mug of mediocre coffee, fingers tapping out an absent minded rhythm on the countertop as the coffee machine whirs, clearly not paying attention to anything outside of his head.
“Hey, boy genius.” He jumps, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise, and you smile fondly. “So?” You demand, and Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion. You snort, rolling your eyes as you elaborate. “Your defence panel. Did it go okay?”
You’re shifting your weight and fidgeting restlessly with the belt loops on your pants and as he studies you for a moment, it occurs to Spencer that you’re nervous for him over this outcome. The thought brings an almost giddy smile to his face.
“You know this isn’t my first thesis defence panel, right?” He says mildly, deliberately burying the lede, enjoying the way you scowl in irritation too much to answer your question right away, too enamoured with this display of concern on his behalf.
“Don’t be difficult, Doctor Reid. It’s still a big deal.” He just shrugs noncommittally, and you huff, swatting his arm lightly. “So did it go well?” You ask again, eyes narrowing as you try to dissect his microexpressions, trying to discern the answer he seems determined to keep from you for yourself. A few seconds later, he relents.
“I can now add degree number six to my wall.” He confirms. Getting degrees doesn’t hold the same rush of pride for him now, the accomplishment feeling somewhat less exceptional as he acquires more of them, but the way your face lights up with pride for him reminds him how special the things he’s capable of can be. You’ve always made him feel like more than the sum of his parts somehow, like something infinitely more precious than he always assumed he is.
“I fucking knew it. That’s amazing, Spence,” you say, chest warm and full with pride and love, and his almost shy smile in return is enough to make a decision for you in a split second. Your hand dips into your back pocket, drawing something out, and you carefully hide it from view in your palm as Spencer tracks the motion curiously with his eyes.
Your eyes are shining with affection and something that looks like mischief and the way you’re smiling at him is more than enough to divert his attention as you step closer, just barely noticing as you slip something into his hand. You’re dangerously, distractingly close now, and he’s conscious, if somewhat distantly, that neither of you is concealed from the rest of the team, scant meters away in the seating area of the jet. But you’re smiling and close enough for him to feel your breath on his face and suddenly your lips are on his, and even after nearly seven months of being able to touch you like this, it’s enough to make him forget everything else as he melts into the contact, savouring the warmth of your skin and the faint smell of your shampoo.
You pull back a second later, the kiss over almost as soon as it started, but it’s enough to attract attention, and you can hear a belated ‘oh SHIT’ from Emily in the main cabin of the jet. In your peripheral vision, you can see money changing hands, your friends scrambling to react, but you don’t look at them, choosing to enjoy the bemused, affectionate look on Spencer’s face as his brain catches up to the events unfolding around the two of you.
“I was tired of keeping it a secret,” you say fondly, loud enough only for him to hear. “You win.”
Blinking in confusion, he finally tears his gaze away from yours, fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him. The penny drops and he snorts with laughter, shaking his head in half hearted indignation as his other arm loops around you, pulling you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, hiding your face from the rest of the team as he kisses your temple, revelling in the way you wind yourself around him in response.
“I was gonna do this in like two days. I wanted you to win,” he murmurs against your hairline, and he can feel your faint laughter.
“Too bad, baby. I’m used to getting my way,” you say, pulling back to steal another quick kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms with a wink, turning to face the onslaught of ‘care to fucking explain that’ and ‘I fucking told you so’ from the rest of your friends, tugging him with you by your joined hands.
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Attention please! I want your sims for my Hell House. Yes, I shamelessly stole the idea from @simmancy ‘s random thoughts so all credits go to them for putting the idea in my head. 
What is a Sims Hell House? @bakersimmer wrote a post about it, linked above. The rules are really loose and flexible (my kind of challenge). A group of sims moves into a haunted house. To survive, they have to build random skills that I’ll chose each day. The sim with the lowest level in that skill at the end of the day must die.
So the deets:
Sims must be in full costume (meaning their faces must be obscured). You only have to set the every day outfit, I can copy the costume over to the rest (but you can do it if you want to).
Face reveals will happen after an elimination. 
CC is welcome and I own all packs, supernatural sims are welcome.
No skills. All skills must be set to zero.
Any traits are acceptable. Negative traits might be more fun, however. :D 
Any gender is acceptable (yes, including gender non-conforming/non-binary sims).
Young adult through elder ages only, please. I won’t commit cartoon violence against teens or children.
Sexual orientation doesn’t matter but do include that info for my reference so I can make sure their preferences are set accordingly in case the contestants decide to hook up.
There are two circumstances in which I’ll be controlling your sims. Their intros, and if they glitch or get stuck somewhere and need teleported out. (edit: I will probably have to control them to kill them and POSSIBLY to get them started on a skill.)
Important note: IF YOUR SIM LOSES, THEY WILL DIE. I wanted to fully stress that point so there’s no misunderstanding. There will be only one survivor (and Annika).
Also important: Accidental deaths may happen outside of the elimination death. 
A full bio isn’t required but I would love to hear about your sims when you submit them. Public posts with your submission are welcome!
I doubt I’ll get more than 8 sims but, if I do, I want to use them all. I’ll announce how I’ll handle that if and when the time comes.
I’d like all the tray files for the sims by November 13 so that gives everyone some time to put their sims together. 
If you have any questions, send me an ask. Please reblog this when you see it even if you don’t want to enter? You don’t have to be following me to enter a sim but I’d love to have you!
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