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viscerax · 2 years

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may I request poly robin & Finn x reader who's a cheerleader?

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The heat of the afternoon created a groggy blanket around you as your cheer practice went on. You were thankful for the light uniform and the flowy skirt that definitely made the heat less miserable.

Despite the heat, there were two people still sitting on the bleachers, watching paitently and intently during each of your performances, clapping and cheering when you landed or balanced perfectly.

Thats what gave you the motivation to not die from heat stroke.

Every practice was like this. Staying late in the afternoons with the rest of the cheersquad, doing your little dance, then walking home with Finney and Robin, not without stopping for drinks from the Grab N Go.

Bot tommorow was the real deal. The biggest basketball game of the year.

And you were a nervous wreck. During this practice, you continued to stumble or trip or fall or lose balance almost every time, taking at least four tries to get a position right. The pressure built up with each failure, and eventually you could barely hold your tears back. This was your first year as an actual cheerleader on a team, and this was your first big game. You were absolutely wrecked.

"5 minutes everyone! Go get some water!" Your coaches booming voice called out, and your posture immediately relaxed. "Y/n. A word."

You tensed up again as you tentatively walked over to your coach. She stood with her hands on her hips, and a clipboard in hand. "Y/n. If you can't fix up your act, im going to have to put you out for tommorows game. This is an important game, and we need our cheer routine to be perfect. We can't have any... loose screws messing with the whole program. So either do better, or sit yourself out. Got it?"

You felt hurt, but you knew she was right. "Yes ma'am." You murmured, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

You turned and walked towards the bleachers, hoping to see Robin and Finn staring at you with wide grins or arms open wide.

But when you didn't see them there, you practically broke down on the inside. Maybe they left because they were embarrassed watching you completely fail.

You sighed and started trudging towards the nearest bathroom. Just as you rounded the corner, you found yourself being greeted with a pair of arms wrapping around you.

Out of reflex, you almost punched your "attacker." But you calmed down when you realized that whoever hugged you in fact was not an attacker.

You opened your eyes to see Finneys fluffy head of brown hair resting on your shoulder. It was a bit surprising, considering Finney was rarely the first one to initiate a hug, but you didn't mind. It was comforting. You wrapped your arms around him and looked back to see Robin "cooly" leaning against the back of the bleachers. Finney let go of you and grabbed your hand. The two of you walked over to Robin, who seemed to have a bit of concerned look on his face.

"Whats wrong today, Y/n? You're all clumsy and shit. You're usually the best one out there." Finney gave you a concerned frown, and a feeling of got weighed down on you, beginning to pull years from your eyes again. Robin immediately noticed your distress and grabbed your free hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

"I-im sorry." You sighed and took a shaky breath, trying to wipe away the tears so that your mascara didn't run down your cheeks. Robin sighed and stepped closer, wiping the tears from your cheeks, giving you a soft and encouraging smile. "Its just- tommorow is my first time performing in front of like a whole crowd. What if I mess up? That would be so embarrassing! And then- that would probably embarrass you guys and I would just-" you rolled your eyes. "Ugh! I don't know. Maybe I'm just not built for cheerleading." You frowned, crossing your arms over your exposed stomach.

Finney and Robin exchanged glances before looking back at you.

"You don't really believe that, do you?" Finneys eyebrows were knitted together with concern.

"Yeah, that's bullshit. You're an amazing cheerleader. The best one out there. You've just got some first time jitters. That's normal though. Trust me, you're going to kick absolute ass out there!" Robin smirked and squeezed your hand.

Finney nodded. "Yeah, what Robin said! And besides, even if you mess up, we would never be embarrassed of you. Hell, you could fall and mess up the routine, and me and Robin would still be up there cheering for you. You are the best cheerleader I've ever seen!" Finney had a bit of a goofy smile on his face, and you immediately felt better.

Robin sighed and untied his bandana from around his forehead before tying it around your own. "There. A good luck charm. But you have to give it back after tommorow. You already steal enough of my clothes." Robin teased and you smiled, nodding.

"Thank you, Robin." You placed a kiss on his cheek, smiling and blushing a bit.

"You always steal the spotlight, Robin!" Finney whined in a teasing manner, grabbing your hand again. "I don't have anything cool to give you, Y/n. But I hope this is enough." He murmured before leaning and placing a quick peck on your lips.

Finney was as red as a tomato from the simple action, but you found it endearing. You kissed his forehead before letting out a quick breath and turning to look back at the field where the team was practicing, and most of the girls were already back. You looked back at Robin and Finney. You quickly pulled them into a tight hug. "Thank you, guys." You whispered before letting go of them and quickly running back to the field.

Robin and Finney both looked at eachother, seeming pretty pleased in themselves.

A/N: I love doing these poly requests they are the sweetest things ever </3

#finnbin #robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone x reader #black phone edit #finney shaw #headcanon #robin arellano x reader #finney x reader #vance hopper #finney x robin #finney x robin x reader #poly relationship

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creamymilkk · 2 years

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Could you do a one where the reader and Vance we're together and the reader was killed by the grabber before Vance. And the reader trys to help Vance escape and stay safe from the grabber when he gets kidnapped (and Vance can communication with the reader through the phone like Finney did but he can also see them bc when he turned around while still on the phone bc he heard a voice which was the readers and he also finds out the reader was murdered by the grabber and gets pissed)but the reader ends up failing to protect him and Vance died too and they can finally be together again?

⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 📞 I promise. 📞 .♡

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and GN! Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: imagine.

× &﹕Summary: You try your hardest to get Vance out of here.

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): I loved this idea! Btw Im trying to catch up in requests so requests are going to be slow.

masterlist | Requests: OPEN

Vance's eyes slowly opened and his whole body felt like shit. His head hurt like crazy when his eyes fully opened. He was in an unknown place, he got up. Vance saw him.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” He yelled out to the unknown man with a weird-looking devil mask. Until it hit him. It was the grabber. The person that took away his lover.

“It’s too late for yelling.” The grabber calmly stated. He was holding a plate, he put the plate on the floor. It was shitty-looking eggs and a soda bottle.

“Where the hell am I?” “In my basement.” He started looking at him.

“Just eat.” “I’m not fucking eating that,” Vance said to the grabber disgusted and mad.

“Oh, your problem. You are already down here. “ The grabber went to the basement door. Vance was in disbelief, how did he get kidnapped by him?

He was stronger than the grabber he knew that. He beaten up three kids in under 2 minutes. He was just mad and confused until he turned around. There was a black phone.

‘How dumb is he?’ Vance thought. The grabber already knew what he was doing and thinking about. “The phone doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked since I was a kid.”

With that being said, he closed the door. For the first time in his life, he truly felt hopeless. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say. He looked at the food next to the bed.

He wasn’t going to eat the eggs or the soda. He didn’t care if he was going to starve to death.

Two days. For two days, his face was coated in dirt. His jacket was slowly losing its color, his once white shirt. Was covered with mud and blood. This was the third day, yesterday he tried punching the grabber but that ended horribly. He got beaten.

He would try and kill him. He wanted to snap his neck, he wanted to kill him. For them.

He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to fight but he couldn’t. Just not yet, he wanted to fight him when the time is just right. His thoughts were all over the place.

RING RING RING.

‘Was that? That couldn’t be..’ he quickly got off the bed and went to the phone. He was right, the phone was ringing. ‘What? How?’ He picked up the phone.

He put it next to his ear, it was just sadistic. Fucking. Sadetic. He thought he could have escaped. The grip of the phone tightened. He smashed the phone back into its place when he was about to turn around.

RING RING RING.

He turns around, ‘I swear to god.’ He picked up the phone. It was sadetic until he heard a faint “Hello?” “Hello?!?” He almost yelled into the phone. Maybe he could escape, his eyes almost lightened up.

“Hello.” The line was more clear and he couldn’t believe what he heard. It was y/n. The person he loves. “Y/n? Baby.” He said, his voice cracking. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Vance? It’s been forever..” you spoke in a sweet gentle voice.

“Y/n… I can’t believe it’s you..” he said, his voice breaking. “Y/n… I remember.” You said almost forgetting your name.

Before Vance could say anything, the phone disconnected. “Y/n!” He was about to cry. “You can’t talk to the dead.” That voice.

He turned around and it was him. “Stay the fuck away from me.” “Oh don’t worry. I just wanted to check up on you.” He stated.

“You’ve done your check-up! Go.” He said to the grabber in an angry tone.

“If I need to.” The grabber turn around and walked out of the basement.

Vance was about to cry until he noticed the door unlocked. ‘That fucking idiot.’ He thought. Quickly went to the door and when he was about to open it.

RING RING RING.

It was ringing. It’s y/n. He ran to the phone and picked it up, “hello?” “Don’t go upstairs. He’s waiting.” You spoke out.

“What?” “He didn’t say you could leave. If you do, he will punish you. With hitting you with that belt. It hurts like hell.” You said.

“Did he hit you..?” He said to you, Vance turned around and there was you. Standing in front of him.

Your hair was a mess, the outfit was covered in dirt and blood. A lot of blood and your eyes were gone. Blood dripped out of them. You were a mess.

“Y/n..?” He mumbled out.

“You could see me?” You said in the same soft voice. “Yeah… I can.” Vance answered, still holding the phone.

“Did he hit you.” He asked you again. “He did much more than that.” You walked close to him.

“He killed me. I tried to escape.. I really tried Vance.” You cupped his cheek with your hand.

Your once warm and gentle hand was now cold. Since soft and gentle, he wanted to kill that asshole.

“I'm going to kill him! I swear.” Vance said in an angry tone. He looked at you, almost crying out of anger.

“Don’t worry about me Vance… I promise I will help you escape.” You always cared about other people, when he found out you were gone. He was such a crying mess, he wished that he was there to help you. To protect you. To hug you. To tell you that everything will be okay.

“For right now, don’t go upstairs. He’s waiting, Vance. Eat. That food won’t hurt you.” With that. You were gone, he wished he could have talked to you more. But he will listen to you. He will kill that mother fucker. For you.

He quickly got the plate with eggs and soda. He ate the food fast, he almost forgot that he was straving. He drank the soda, even though the Grabber food tasted like shit. He was hungry.

Vance was just sitting down, thinking of what you said. ‘I promise I will help you escape.’ He couldn’t believe that you were protecting him. He wanted so badly to see you or even talk about what happened. He got up, and picked up the phone.

“Y/n.. please answer. I just wanna talk to you. Even just to hear your voice. Please.” He begged. He still heard nothing.

He let out a sigh, and was about to lay on the dirty so called ‘bed’ until..

RING RING RING.

he almost jumped to the phone, he picked up the phone. “Y/n?” “Hey Vance.” You spoke. He turned around and you were there.

“What happened? Do you remember anything?” He questioned you. “It’s all a blur. All I know is what happened here. I do remember you.” You said looking at him.

“I swear that this won’t happen to you.” you spoke to him.

“I love you, Vance.” “I love you too,” Vance said still crying and smiling.

2 weeks. He did everything you told him to, he just wanted to get out of this hell. Today was the day to kill that fucking jackass. The one that did this to you. The one that took your life. The grabber was taking his time.

He couldn’t wait to hear him scream and beg him for his life. Vance was waiting and hiding behind the walls. That’s when the grabber opened the door with the plate of eggs and soad like always done. Vance swears every time the eggs get grosser. “Breakfast Tim-“ he was cut off. “TODAY IS THE DAY MOTHERFUCKER.”

When Vance quickly punched him in the face, the plate of eggs dropped before they both knew it. They were fighting. Vance was fighting like he never had before. He really wanted to kill him. Until the grabber got some pole laying around and hit him right in the face. Vance quickly falled back.

His nose was broken and bleeding ALOT. Everything was getting blurry, “Naughty boy.” He chuckled. Vance turned his head and saw you. You were standing crying.

Then everything went black.

He worked up and was somewhere he didn’t remember being. ‘Where the hell is this?’ He thought to himself. “Vance..?” He turned around and saw you.

“Y/n..” You quickly ran into Vance’s arms, hugging him tight. You quickly started crying, “I’m s-sorry Vance’s. I broke my promise.” “It’s okay.” Vance said to you.

“It’s not. You should be outside and enjoying life.” You cried out. “Baby…y/n.” He said to you,

You look deeply into his baby ocean eyes. “I don’t care about that. I don’t care. All I want is to be with you for the rest of my life.” He spoke to you.

“I love you.” With that you two kissed.

#requests open #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #inbox open #the black phone #the black phone fanfic #vance hopper the black phone #the black phone 2022 #the black phone fandom #angst??#gender neutral y/n #gender nuetral reader #fluff?#happy ending #i suck at this #idk what else to put in the tags #tags #imagine

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cathartic-crypt · 4 days

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im continuing my benny posting by sharing my benny hcs. in no particular order. and very quickly typed up. enjoy ^_^

- tattooed. he has lots and lots and lots of tattoos from when he was a boot rider. all kinds of tattoos. some desert themed, some things based around him, some others depicting things he just likes. he doesnt mind them much nowadays, hes so used to them that he sees them as part of his skin. although hes a little bit iffy about showing others his old tattoos. hes got an image to upkeep after all - speaking of boot riders. he got a canine knocked out by bingo during their fight. so he got a gold one fitted shortly after he became the leader of the chairmen. and it glints like hell - he wears lots of gold jewellery. especially pre-war rings. he prefers engraved ones, ones with little images etched into the metal or ones with short messages rather than ones with gems. he also wears a cross necklace under his shirt - despite his gun and necklace...hes not christian. like at all. he doesnt care for religion and hasnt read anything about the engraving on his pistol or the meaning of necklace. he just likes how flashy and elaborate the imagery looks - by the time the courier rolls around hes 31. he's also 5'5". - he has a dad bod. i will personally fistfight anyone who draws him muscular and dehydrated. living the cushy and comfortable life of a casino boss means hes not some lean bodybuilder - however...thats not to say he ISNT strong or that hes unhealthy. he has a really high endurance, and can last for a long while out in the desert. also he doesnt like admitting it but hes probably a fraction better at straight up punching someone than shooting them at point blank range - since he was always outside and always doing something, he used to have super calloused hands. but again, casino life means theyre much more pampered and soft now - however hes still got one hell of a grip. he can very easily grab you by your shirt and throw you out of the front door without even breaking a sweat - hes Bi. theres literally no way he isnt, fuck you. BUT he really isnt one for meaningful romantic connections, he much prefers something quick with zero extra baggage (i.e. one night stands, friends with benefits) - hes super nosy. and almost terrifyingly good at recognising and remembering faces. he sees a new face in the tops that he doesnt instantly match to a regular? he needs to know their name. and then he promptly loses all interest because the mystery is lost and the people turn out to be, by all things considered, really fucking boring - even further...anyone who doesnt fall for his charismatic charm (or, even worse, doesnt care about his reputation) becomes a nuisance and he NEEDS to at least form some sort of impression on them, be it good or bad. like full on “if you dont form an opinion about me i will pull my own hair out” - he used to have an absolute love for geckos. he didnt tame them, he was more so inclined to hunt than to nurture, but he would feed scraps to the younger ones - which meant they began to follow him around from time to time... not anymore though. he thinks theyre dirty and brutish and a reflection of what it was like to be a boot rider - hes called Benny Boots (mockingly) by people around the strip. at least by those who knows about the three families past. other than that his last name is Gecko. he also personally calls himself Benny 'New Vegas' sometimes as a sort of boastful title because he thinks hes the shining face (not the heart, mind you - thats House) of the strip - hes a huge morning person. its something he picked up, and cant get rid of, from the boot rider days. he wakes up super early in the morning, rising with the sun - and hates sleeping in because he feels like hes wasting time. he goes to sleep pretty late, since new vegas is awake at night, but he doesnt feel tired. a couple hours of sleep is good enough for him.

#ooouoououh this was rlly fun to think abt ngl :3 #it talks #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #benny gecko #fnv benny #benny fnv #benny new vegas #fallout headcanons #headcanon #head canon #bootriders #fnv the tops #the tops

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arttrampbelle · 7 months

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Shang tsung x reader hcs

Reader is gn

*note: this isn't mk12 shang. Never will be. So.....sorry bout your poor taste in shang tsung iterations. Imagine any other version of shang. Thank you.*

Cw:mentions of nsfw(nothing heavy),fluff,mentions of a s/o who self harms and has mental illness/depression.

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Shang Tsung with a s/o that is.....

Shang tsung with a kind,sweet,gentle s/o. One that is shy,maybe a bit more of the demure side. Or even just a person who isn't an assertive type. Either way a s/o that is more softer and sweeter. A sweet gentle soul. Shang tsung would absolutely love you. It's a breath of fresh air to him. To come home to a gentle energy. Someone he can look to and see innocence in this cold and unforgiving world that is MORTAL KOMBAT. to him,you are his sanctuary. To him you are the closest to heaven he will ever get. And he is so so grateful for that.

Shang tsung with a more spunky,energetic and lively s/o. One who is active and maybe bounce off the walls goofy. Just a jovial little imp you are! One who shitposts memes at 3am and major crackhead energy. (I love you people fr) you are an absolute delight. You Make him laugh till his sides hurt. He's never felt like this in decades,centuries even. Never have you made him feel so alive,so youthful,and full of surprises. He loves your energy. He feels while your behavior can be annoying af at times. He appreciates your sincerity and despite the darkness around you you still find humor and life in everything. He has major respect for that. (You n johnny cage maaaaay get along. But hey i hc shang's cool with johnny,but like a silly puppy and moody dad kinda friendship. They could kill each other but they'd rather talk about kung fu cinema) you are absolutely precious to him.

Shang with a more aggressive,assertive,and angy(?) S/o. Maybe someone prone to easily be angered. Or even someone willing to throw hands and give out a can of whoop ass. Oh thank the elder gods he doesn't have to defend you! Not that he minds,he does love the praise he gets for that. But he feels relieved that you can handle yourself. Not to mention,its kinda hot to him when you get angry. Not at him of course....then again....the thought has crossed his mind....anyways. shang tsung loooooves sparring with you! Unf it's his bread n butter. He feels so alive with every kick and punch you throw. He always is sad when you are done tho. He always craves more. But both of you im sure are busy. But he loves you just the same.

Shang tsung with a s/o that is moody,sad,battles with depression,maybe self harm? He would be extra careful with his beloved. He would check in on you regularly. Pay extra special attention to your needs and make sure you take any medication you need to take. He would teach you techniques to help ease your inner demons. As he understands that struggle. He absolutely knows what to say,what to do,and how to help you. And if he can't help you. He will find someone who can. He will always be there to comfort you and give you advice when you need him to. He may be a dark sorcerer,but he is ruthless. NEVER HEARTLESS. especially with you. He loves you. And doesn't want to lose you. He cherishes you so so much. So whatever battles you face. He will be at your side,to crush any foe or neurosis that stand in your way to glory!

Shang tsung with a s/o that loves to cook. Omfg have his hand in marriage already! You make such amazing foods. Even if its simple. Even if it's just the most basic ass shit. The love you put into it. The fact that you even bothered to give him foods he loves! Unf. This man is over the moon! He absolutely loves you cooking for him. Better if its homemade,and a personal recipe. He absolutely loves you. He may even help you cook. Bonding time.

Shang tsung with a s/o who is chubby,thicc,and got some rolls on them.(this is gn but this is especially for fem persenting peeps. I see you. I got you!) Oh my god he would adore you. He loves your voluptuous curves. He loves how you always seem to look so flawless in everything. And even if you dont feel that way. He still loves you. Because he fell for your soul....not your body honey. Tho...he'd be foolish not to admit. He loves hanging onto every inch of you. Dragging his claws from his gauntlets across your skin. And the loveable little squees you make in response. Hee hee. What can i say my mans a glutton for a teasing. >:3c. But shang would absolutely adore you. Softness and sweetness. Perfect.

Shang tsung with a s/o that kinda is awkward with themselves. Not hating themselves,just awkward. He would totally gas you up! Especially if you get flustered and blush. Fave pastime is making you blush.

Shang tsung doesn't care about where you come from. Ethnicity,nationality,realm. He loves it all. He doesn't care. The man is 500yrs old. Do you think he gives a rat's ass?! Hell no. He would absolutely love to learn about you. He loves to learn. Knowledge is power. And what better way than to gain it by your side. He's stubborn but not to the point of reluctance to learn fron others. Sometimes he knows but not the extent. Sometimes he'll be surprised. Either way. He loves you. (Idgaf why would shang care about your ethnicity? Like there's so many different people in mk rosters anyways. So any x readers from any character that had this was dumb to me,and childish. Black,white,asian,American,European,lizard,shokan,dragon,rabbit person,mortal,immortal,doesn't fucking matter. If shang tsung likes you and wants to peruse you. He fucking will. And nothing will stop him if he genuinely loves you,unless you give him a reason not to. Which you wont. Also if shang genuinely loves you he will show it differently than if he's trying to gain something from you and get you riled up or if its not genuine. Biiiig difference but that's for another post)

Shang would love you in your best and worst of times. During the lows and the highs. He's in it for the long haul. He doesn't play when it comes to the matters of the heart. He's all in or nothing. He wouldn't bother perusing you if he didn't think you two would be in a long established relationship. Marriage or not. He is loyal to his beloved. Only to his beloved. He's a snek to others. Not to you. He'd burn all the realms to see you safe and happy and loved. He'll die for you,he'd kill for you. Either way what bliss? He's absolutely over the moon for you.

Shang tsung is basically a martial arts master asian gomez in love. Whatever and however you are. He will absolutely love you. Cherish you. Treasure you. Every moment. Period. I don't make the rules. He loves you sorry. And you are his,heart AND soul. uwu.

Hope y'all appreciate this. I wanted to make this to say basically tldr. Shang tsung loves you no matter what. And idc what people say.

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#mortal kombat #shang tsung #self shipping #shang tsung x reader #shang tsung mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #villain/antagonist f/o #villain f/o #shang tsung loves you no matter what personality you have no matter what you look like he fucking loves you ok?!#like if anyone says otherwise i will personally throat punch them! shang tsung loves you!!!!#my mans is top notch husband material and that's on that fight me!#the only thing that you gotta deal with is he's a villain and he's a dark sorcerer and you're in mortal kombat so yeah danger zone #but if you can handle that you gucci honey 💅🏻💖#shang fucking loves you #mk x reader #mk shang tsung

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boilingcowboy · 14 days

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my post agad head canons:

if these don't make sense or are out of character im sorry lol haven't read the books in a while

-it takes pip and ravi about a year to get where they were before and about two years to make it official to other people

-for everyone else it also takes at least a year if not almost two for pip to restore her relationships with her family and friends, except cara for cara its only about a year

-the hole process of restoring her relationships and why it took that long is mainly cus pip is still pretty cautious about not wanting to raise suspicion

-two years after agad pip cuts her hair (about shoulder length so she can still put it up and out of her face) or rather cara cuts pips hair while they're having a sleepover, its a bit choppy and messy but that's okay (yes this is a hint at the series lol) but also hair has memories and even tho pip knows it's silly but she dose feel a bit lighter

-the first time pip and ravi meet in person its two months after the "hey sarge, remember me ?" text and they agree for ravi to visit pip

-the plan was that they meet up, get food and then go back to pips dorm room to talk about everything they didn't on the phone but the plan kinda goes sideways because both of them end up trying and failing not to cry while sitting in ravis car for an hour after again failing to fully let go of each other after being near each other for the first time in what felt like years

-it takes both of them a while to realise that they can now text, call or see each other if they miss the other person after not being able to but after they realise "oh we are in each others life again like fully" that's when they become the most clingiest bitches to ever exist especially when they start to see each other in person more often

-and when I say clingy I mean CLINGY in like a "somehow they manage to touch each other every 5 fucking seconds" way like they'll be standing next to each other and one of them will loop a finger through the other persons belt loops, bumping into each other while walking, adjusting the other persons clothes/hair, sitting so close their thighs are touching, leaning on each other and that's like only in public it gets worse when it's just the two of them

-they do become less extremely clingy after a few months when they both realise "okay you're not going anywhere, you're not gonna leave me again, at least in the near future" and they feel more comfortable and less anxious (for the most part)

-after pip fully comes back into everyones life again her and cara have a shit ton of sleepovers, both of them sleep better at those sleepovers

-also on that note pip and ravi rarely sleep on different beds, they always end up sharing a bed no matter what cus one of them will wake up during the night and join the other

-the first time ravi stays the weekend at pips he gets one of those blow up mattresses (cus it's like both aren't sure how comfortable the other is and shit and it's all confusing) and they fall asleep talking only for ravi to wake up in the middle of the night to find pip awake (cus one nightmares and two insomnia) and when they notice the other is awake they kinda stare at each other for a sec before pip is like "ah fuck it, can- do you- uh ?" she doesn't even need to finish her sentence

-nightmares!!!! both of them have them and sleeping next to each other helps a lot cus a lot of the time their nightmares are about losing each other so waking up and immediately having that person there definitely helps!!!

-expect that one time ravi got up to get water and while coming back pip woke up from a nightmare and pip still in the nightmare seeing almost nothing but pitch black and a shadow over her punched ravi in the face, they got a night light to turn on whenever one of the got up in the night after that

#pip and ravi #pip and cara #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #cara ward #agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #good girl bad blood #as good as dead #holly jackson

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marinazone · 1 month

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What's been bugging my brain recently

Boy oh boy where do I start. Well I suppose I'll start with a little bit of context. Hi! My name is Hunter (if you never knew my real moniker, not many do even if i tell them); and I have been in a disastrous...what could only be described as love illness, since February 28th. Before i explain why (if you dont already know) allow me to provide my full experience with love. When i was in 12th grade i was used as rebound for a girl named Nicole after her boyfriend had broken up with her. It was the first time i had ever gotten to feel love, the expectations of what i should expect were to be established from then forward. We talked a lot asked eachother how we were doing shared similar interests that kinda shit. It was cool, the sex was lukewarm at best but it felt nice to feel appreciated. Thats when her emotional manipulation began. She would be in low points that i attributed to depression. I always told her "go get help for your depression, itll only get worse" all of which she militantly ignored to the point where she told me she was being physically abused by her family. Naturally, stupid me, believed her and grew more and more attached and protective and i didnt find out til after we split up that she was full of horse shit. It was during this point that she would take opportunities when she was "moody" to punch me across the face. Why did i take that shit? I dont know! I guess i was too fucking scared to lose someone i was attached too. Two years passed and i realize she started to ditch me to hang with some dude named Paul and was cheating on me for months. I finally asked firmly if she was and she admitted it, playing sap. I was devestate for about three months afterward. I had planned to kill myself numerous times but always remembered how much my friends would miss me. It was during this time around 2013 that i took up a habit of walking a mile to a nearby bridge on a "private walk" over an artificial lake to just gaze into and get lost in what seemed like infinite thought. I eventually got over her, but only after deleting all contact with her.

Second is someone online i will just call Saber. A very basic ass relationship. No emotional fulfillment for me and only sexting. He was a bit different in abuse in that it was more a financial abuse than anything else. He relied on me to pay for his ffxiv game and subscription and shit cause he didnt live in NA and i didnt see a cent back. The separation was far more a fade then burning out. We just stopped talking and i stopped giving once i realized i was being used

And the third ex is actually criminally dangerous so i will avoid any details at all about them! Just know theyre in jail still i think and they dont know my address

So we arrive more recently, I dont want to use exact names as im still in contact with them and are (presumably) friends and i do not wish to expose information given in confidence. I will just be using first initials as follow: A, B, T, and W.

So it began with a message I'd received from B (all this was when i was freyacrescentshangover on here). He messaged me because we were into the same shit and asked if i wanted to rp. I figured sure! Why not! Well he was pretty chill and nice and i would eventually tell him i had a crush on him. He said "its cool we have similar fetishes but lets just stay friends for now ok?"

It didnt upset me to much. Then W entered my life and boy is she a treat (not sarcastic, mostly). She contacted me for much the same reason. We were into similar shit. We'd spend a lot of time back and forthing this stuff and getting to know eachother and then i finally told her i had a crush on her and her answer is something to keep in mind for later. She didnt say yes, but she didnt say no. She told me things such as ne being cute and how she enjoyed how we had similar kinks and said she'd be down to be more flirty sometimes. I had no fucking idea what this meant (No offense W) so I was more just in a state of confusion where our relationship was. As for why i admired her? She was passionate. Her interests were so emblazoned on her soul that is was visceral just being in a conversation (still is to an extent). Yet she's also so cool and mysterious. It felt like she was someone i had to learn about, someone that i could listen to their passions for hours in complete awe and admiration. Thats still what i admire about her to this day i suppose, but ill get onto that more in a bit.

This was also around the same time i had developed a crush on A. A is super cool and chill even to this day. Never afraid to be herself or says what she feels and that is truely admirable. She'd contacted me because, once again, we were into similar fetishes. We did the old exchange weird stuff and talk until i noticed she, by complete fucking cosmic coincidence, lived in the same town as me. You guessed it! Got a crush on her. This rejection breaks the mold a bit though in that she reciprocated the feelings but felt she was in to many relationships and couldnt provide me the emotional support i needed. Didnt bother me too much.

Well, that is until a couple months later A and her wife formed triad with W. It felt so.....bad if im being honest. I feel guilty to say it and i am really happy for them still! But there's always been a part of me since then that sorta felt......jealous? Short changed? I dont know, its hard to find a word for it. Its like when you taste something super fucking sour but you like expected it to be sweet. My self worth sorta plummeted from it all. Like i just wasnt enough for them..

Cut to later and i met T. Shes super sweet and funny and boy i got a crush on her too! She got into contact with me because......you guessed it! Similar fetishes! It feels like im just gifted with a power that lets people confide their weird fetishes with me. When i told her she told me essentially "Same fetishes dont like you that way".

Now we cut from 3 years ago to a month ago. I get feelings spurring up again for T and W (Probably A too but after how this goes I dont wanna be crushed ever again). I tell T first i have a crush on her. She says something similar to before but elaborates that romantic feelings are very hard for her to obtain. Then I tell W again. She says "We have similar fetishes and thats cool but i dont like you that way". For some fucking reason, this was an emotionally devastating breaking point for me and im not sure why. i got over T in like two days. W on the other hand? Were a month strong in and I still cant stop being depressed about it all. What happened here? What went different here? Was it because of the awkward response id receive years ago? Was it the jealousy-like feelings i still harbored? Is it just because i wanted to hear more about her and her interests and passions hidden under that cool (and sexy) exterior like i had before? I dont know. Probably never will. Likely a combination of all those though.

So here I am, on this weird precipice of loneliness, ready to die any second because my self worth doesnt seem to improve no matter what I do (and ive been doing a ton lately). Will I be able to work up the courage to take another final shot at A? Probably not, my body can't take another hit like that. Atleast not so soon. Will I ever get over W? Im not sure. The last time i felt this bad was with Nicole and I had to cut all contact with her to feel better, but the thought of doing that with W makes me even more sick. Maybe I'm just SOL and my emotional and mental stability doomsday clock is finally reaching midnight (sure hope not! I have Marinas to bully!).

Apart from all this, with how spurred i feel and such. I find it harder and harder to get out of bed every day. To do the things i like keeping myself healthy. Eating. Showering. To live. And yet I move.

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g3arb0y · 11 months

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Mistynat<3

Natalie started struggling with addiction from a very young age, ever since her dad accidentally killed himself, and even before that. She never stopped blaming herself for her dads death, as much as she hated that man he was still her father. The man who held her as a kid. The man who, in small moments of soberness would hold her and play with her when she was 5 years old, but after that was over and he went back to drinking, Natalie watched. She watched and she learned.

When she was 10 she drank her first beer. Her dad had told her to try it, said he was her age when he had his first. She hated the taste of it, the way it went down her throat, but she wanted to make her father proud. So she drank the whole thing. She did it just to make her father proud several more times over the years, until she was a freshman.

By that time she began to like beer. She drank it for fun, or when it was offered. Halfway through freshman year though, she realized she was an alcoholic. Just like her father. She cried about it for days, went outside and shot cans with the same shotgun that killed her father. After all was said and done, she vowed to never drink again. That lasted until sophomore year.

The Yellowjackets had just won a game, nothing serious but still something to celebrate. They went to Lottie’s house, as her parents were never home. Everyone was drinking, it triggered nat. She grabbed a red solo cup filled with water and walked into a bathroom. The bathroom, held a crying Misty Quigley who was covered in fruit punch. At first nat was shocked anyone was in the bathroom, but then realized; its a bathroom.

Natalie stood awkwardly. Looking down, on shifting feet.

“Hi, Natalie.” Misty sniffled out. Natalie, for some reason felt bad, yes misty was weird and borderline creepy, but she was still a person. The person who cheered for their team even if they were losing. So she figured she should sympathize, and be nice.

“Hey, uh are you okay?” Natalie winces at the way her voice sounds. Deadpan. Like she doesn’t care at all, but the more she looks at misty’s shaking, crying form. She finds herself feeling bad for her.

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Misty was really excited to go to this party. Given she wasn’t invited, and got the memo from stalking some girls at school, but it was still a party! Plus she was their equipment manager, the team has her to thank. Without the good equipment they probably would’ve lost.

Misty shows up in a pink cat sweater, and overalls. She finds the outfit cute. She waves excitably at the people around and on the front stairs. They look at her weirdly, although she pretends not to notice. They cant comprehend the way misty operates. She doesn’t blame them. She admits she’s strange, but she feels she wouldn’t be this way if someone, anyone encouraged her interests, or was a genuine friend to her, but misty doesn’t dwell on this thought.

As misty walks in, people scowl, and look uncomfy.

“Hey!” Misty hears as misty sees jackie walk over to her.

“I didnt know you were invited?”

“Yeah i uhm, last minute invitation!”

“Alright, have fun then misty.” Jackie smiles at her and walks over to Shauna.

Misty likes Jackie. In a friendly way, she was always nice to her, no matter how weird she was. Misty appreciated it more then Jackie could know. Misty turned around and found her way into the backyard, slight smile still on her face.

Misty likes to wander. She cant sit still, so she wanders, its what shes doing now, im the backyard. Even at this party. She spaces out and accidently bumps into a boy in their school basketball jersey.

The unknown boy makes a big deal of it. Misty has apologize multiple times, yet he’s still throwing insults at her. Stuff about how she’s a freak, how everyone wishes she was dead. Admittedly way to harsh for a small run in, but she’s misty Quigley. A well known freak. So she guesses thats why this reaction is so bad. Misty senses he’s almost done, when her throws his fruit punch, and the cup at her head. It stains her pink sweater dark red. The punch is gonna keep her hair red for days. She runs back into the house, embarrassed, upset, and really sad her cat sweater is ruined. She looks around for a room to go in while people stare at her. She spots a bathroom with an open door, she darts for it, and closes the door.

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Misty sniffles and looks up at Natalie, with teary eyes, she shakes her head.

“Yeah. Dumb question, seeing as your sweater is totally covered in fruit punch.”

Natalie walks over and sits next to misty.

“I guess if you wanna say what happened to you i wouldn’t mind. Even though i came to escape my own problems.”

“Problem for problem?”

Natalie makes a sort of a grunting noise in response.

Misty repeats her experience, and nat listens. Intently at that. She feels anger bubble up. She’s never been close with misty and she does find her strange but she’s never wanted her to die. Nat hates that someone would say that to misty.

Natalie looks straight ahead.

“They’re wrong y’know?”

“Huh?” Misty sounds surprised, like she never thought anyone wouldn’t wish death upon her.

“They’re wrong, i don’t wish you were dead. You take care of our soccer balls well. I don’t want the quality of them to plummet because some guy told you everyone wants you dead.”

And that gets misty to crack a smile. Misty knows Natalie isn’t good with other peoples emotions. Misty is grateful that she’s making an attempt to comfort her. She’s glad Natalie somewhat cares for her.

Misty looks at Natalie, and quietly signals its her turn to share.

Natalie, starts out slow, about her alcoholism. She doesn’t dive to deep into her childhood, tells misty most about her freshman year realization really, and how all the alcohol around makes her want to drink again.

Misty reacts by asking something unexpected.

“Can i hold your hand?”

That shocks Natalie. She sucks in a breath, and holds it for a bit. Misty gets nervous, and starts rambling about how sorry she is, and it was a stupid question and she promises to never ask or try and touch Natalie again. Natalie breathes out.

“Okay.” Then she grabs Misty’s hand, and misty stops her ramble and stares at their hands, mouth agape.

“Dont gawk at out hands all day, you asked to do this remember?.”

Misty snaps out of it and smiles.

“Of course, yeah, i did.”

“So?”

“Oh! I uh, wanted to say you’re brave, and if it means anything. Im proud, and i think you should be proud of it. Im sorry the alcohol is triggering.”

And at that, nat sheds a tear. An unexpected one but she sheds it, and misty goes back into her panicked apologizing. Natalie will hate herself later for the thing she plans on doing at this moment, but she’s to emotion-filled to care. She’s looked for someone to be proud of her, her entire life, and its Misty fucking Quigley who fulfills that request.

Natalie lets go of her hand, and hugs her. She wraps her arms around misty and squeezes. Not caring that her wet sweater is wetting her shirt, or that misty smells like fruit and spiked fruit punch. Misty hugs back after the shock. She starts to hear Natalie whisper something into her shoulder.

“Thank you misty, god fuck. Thank you.”

Misty smiles and rubs Natalie’s back.

“I hope i helped natalie!” Misty says in a much chipper tone than she wants to, cause she knows she helped nat. She feels good that she did.

And for the rest of the party, the two sat and held eachother, maybe Natalie would ignore her tomorrow, but misty is gonna enjoy what they have right now.

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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if you're still taking requests, protective dodge mason I beg of you..... I went thru all your writings and I love them so much and I love my boy

Protective Dodge Mason Headcanons.

Warnings: cursing, as always.

Edited?: No, sorry ;/

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Summary: Dodge headcanons about his protectiveness.

Author's note: Thank you for requesting and sorry for taking so long! I'm very glad you like my writing and THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST BECAUSE protective Dodge Mason has been stucked in my mind ever since he got that individual challenge where he thought Dayna was in danger and he went batshit crazy. I decided to do ths as headcanons because your request wasn't that specific so... Also, I decided to make it as Dodge and Reader already have an established relationship :) . Anyways, here goes nothing. This isn't too long but I hope you like it, excuse any grammar or vocab mistakes since I wrote this in a rush!

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okay so we all agree dodge mason is a protective mf, great

dodge had a very specific plan, alright? getting a romantic partner and kinda falling in love wasn't in it

but how could he not fall in love with the person with the prettiest smile and sweetest soul?

accepting that he wanted to be with you was kinda hard for him. because that meant he was dragging you into his revenge plan.

but you're dating so hurray!! he made it.

your biggest argument was probably when you told him that you did want to play panic (if it was for the money or the thrill that's up to you)

1. it was in conflict with his plan (the one he hadn't told you about just yet because he's still testing the trusting waters) and 2. it put you in danger, actual danger.

listen, dodge doesn't scream

but when he's concerned about your safety it shows that he's mad.

you just couldn't understand what worried him so much

and he wasn't able to say that you were one of the very few people that made him feel like he was truly there.

losing you would be the third tragedy of his life, and he couldn't risk it --- he wouldn't take it

and seeing you hurt was a living nightmare

i feel like im blabbering, sorry

dodge just carries too much weight on his shoulders, and once he starts dating you, more weight is added.

i mean, you aren't a burden, but he worries --- a whole lot, to be honest. dodge is always making sure you're feeling okay, listening to you when you're not, reassuring that he cares about you if you needed

if you get hurt, he sees it like its his fault --- you have full autonomy on your decisions and actions, but dodge is a caregiver and he feels like he should be there to protect you

but then again he has this complicated relationship with his feelings (i mean, how many times have you seen him talking about them openly?) and he's unable to say all those things when you first argue about that

so the argument remains still for some days and things are tense between you two.

it's you who forced the subject back into your conversations, and it is you who promises him that you'll be careful enough to not get hurt, that he has to trust you.

relunctantly, dodge ends up agreeing and easin up to the idea --- it's not like he can or will forbide you for participating, it's your choice.

so he starts worrying x1000 when panic begins.

when escaping the cops in the second challenge, you hurt your knee and scratched it when you fell to the ground, pushed by all the people trying to escape. and although dodge is the one who had almost fallen from a very high height, he's so pissed (not at you) that you've gotten hurt. even if it's the smallest thing as a scratch.

say that it was ray who accidentally pushed you to the ground --- it takes everything for him not to fight ray right then and there. seeing how little he likes ray it just gives him more reasons to want to punch him in the face (and dodge is not really a violent person).

your safety during panic will probably be the reason to all of your arguments, given he's not jealous at all.

he also hates the whole 'i'm trying to get you jealous' so don't try it, please. dodge doesn't deserve that. if you try to get him jealous, he WILL, and it will hurt him. he learns to trust you wholeheartedly, that's why he knows you won't do dumb shit, but if you're the one who is trying to make moves to other people just for fun... bad thing.

anyways so he ends up, probably, telling you that you're not his responsability but you kinda are. not exactly like that, but he opens up.

it takes a lot of reassuring from your part to make him see that he can't carry so many responsabilities and that he basically needs to chill.

communication, people !! i bet communicating for him it's hard, given how quiet and reserved he is, but he grows very into it.

also on another protectiveness note,,,

romantic partner or friend, dodge is that one person that will text you to tell him that you've gotten home safe.

he's also willing to walk anyone home if they feel uneasy going alone, even if he doesn't know them too well.

he'll pick up if you call him because you need someone to talk to while walking home late at night, and if you think someone is following you he'll run to wherever you are. he's not taking any bullshit.

dodge can hold your cup while you go to the bathroom --- and you can be damn sure no one will put anything on your drink if he's watching it.

going back to romantic partner, if you need reassurence during a challenge or a social situation where he's present, you can bet he's going to surround your waist with his arm to keep you grounded. reassuring touches are his specialty (and also his need).

#dodge mason #dodge mason x reader #dodge mason headcanons #andrew dodge mason #dodge mason panic #dodge mason panic amazon #panic #panic amazon #headcanons #my writing #mike faist #mike faist dodge mason #i love him your honor #im back bitches #writing #andrew dodge mason headcanons #writer #mike faist give us something please #mike faist we miss you

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delusional-mishaps · 22 days

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well guys. since i missed epic's birthday (devastating) have some headcanons :)

he is one of those weaboos who learned japanese so he can watch anime "the authentic way" (his words)

so he's fluent in japanese 💀 he literally only learned it for anime but dude was DEDACTED

he's so cringe guys 😭 i can say that. he's my boyfriend i love him

he would adore those cute anime girl v-tubers. like not in a weird way but he'd watch a lot of them

HE PLAYS GENSHIN 💀 he'd probably main beidou or raiden shogun/ei.. maybe run a full electro team with miko and fischl too 😭 (fischl is his fave character he loves her backstory and her bird thing idk i dont use fischl 💀) he loves the electro characters for some reason idk

HE HAS THE WORST LUCK ON THIS GAME THO. bro has c6 diluc (me too ☹️) and all his artifacts SUCK ASS even tho he'll grind every day

he has to spend money on every banner because he always loses his 50/50 and only gets high pity

ok enough genshin headcanons he's cringe we know this

im here ranting about a game i hate because my dumb boyfriend plays it so much

he hangs out with cross a lot ofc BUT

whenever he hears the word cross used in any context he turns to cross like "CROSS????? BRUH THATS YOU!!" (i always make these jokes. im projecting)

cant believe jesus died on his best friend fr... LMAOOO

he speedruns minecraft. he's NOT GOOD AT IT. but he can do it

he's had his speedruns ruined by creepers like 7 times

one time he somehow got into the deep dark and got killed by the warden??? idk what bro was doing down there in a speedrun dawg 😭

sorry he's a gamer in my head but hes really bad at every game he plays (just like me fr)

he sleeps under like 6 different weighted blankets in the hopes that he wont thrash around when he sleeps but he's too strong and ends up tossing them all off his bed 😭

bro needs to be CRUSHED to fall asleep!! he literally cant fall asleep without the weight

not that he likes to sleep anyway because of the nightmares but whatever. hes gotta do it. unfortunately.

he fights in his dreams ofc thats like canon but bro is throwing punches in his sleep fr

if he gets a partner (me fr!!) they gotta sleep in a different ROOM 😭 he is taking NO CHANCES and tbh thats so fair i wouldnt wanna wake up being beaten up by my bf

he is so ipad baby-core <3 he'll just watch youtube on his ipad all day if u let him but he's an old man and needs his spectacles otherwise he's holding it at arm's length 💀

don't forget bro is literally a doctor?? he's SO smart but he uses his goofy persona as a cover up

im convinced like most of the people that know him actually dont know this. they all think hes dumb as bricks 💀

them he'll casually say smth super smart and everyone is like ???????? HELLO??? SINCE WHEN DID UR BRAIN WORK??

i love drawing epic with glasses guys he looks so cute. but he has old man reading glasses

this the typa shit he wears

AND HE FUCKING. anime glasses 😭

like yk how ppl in anime push glasses up

him fr

AUUGH WHY IS HE SO CRINGE I NEED TO CRUSH HIM

he actually needs his glasses all the time but he doesnt like to look like a NERDD so he doesnt wear them

he makes cross read everything for him

they go out to eat and gotta make him read the whole menu otherwise hes holding it 2cm from his face 💔

"whatd that sign say i cant read it"

"dude the letters are huge how cant you read it"

"oh lol i need my glasses my bad bruh"

"YOU ARE DRIVING A CAR RIGHT NOW????"

actually he cant legally drive. because thats funnier than if he could

id still be his passenger princess <3 i refuse to get my license

anyway guys isnt my boyfriend so silly

im so tiredni needto seelp goodnight smooork mimimumumu

its 3am i neednto get up in 5 hours naioiiooooooo

goodbye guys enhjoy my boyfrien mdgrf

#count how many times i project onto epic challenege #headcanon #undertale headcanon #epic #epic sans #epic headcanon #bruh idk how to tag stuff i dont make real posts anymore 😭#jester writes

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criminalmindsgonewrong · 2 years

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twelve things that didn’t break aaron hotchner, and the one that almost did.

criminal minds one-shot based on the prompt: losing you was the hardest thing i’ve ever had to go through.

pairing: hotchniss (but only really the last part) themes: its so angsty im sorry, loss, a tad of romance at the end wordcount: 4k trigger warnings: domestic violence, sexual assault. canon appropriate themes.

read on ff.net or ao3 or under the cut

Grief had never swallowed Aaron Hotchner whole.

He'd seen people lose themselves to grief. His mother, bruised, beaten and abused, had collapsed in on herself when Alexander died. Hotch watched as his father suffered a long and uncomfortable death. Cancer took him, in the end. Lung cancer, from the 40 cigarettes he smoked daily. While he lived, Meredith was quiet, meek. As a child, listening to his mother's cries, and the thud of flesh on flesh as Alexander's fists connected with his wife's body, he had wanted to disappear. He would curl up in his bed, hands pressed tightly over his ears, and hum, but never too loudly. If he hummed too loudly, if Alexander heard...

When Sean came alone, Aaron had to protect him. He made sure Sean was never scared, not like he had been. He would climb into Seans bed and hug him tightly, covering his ears, humming to him. The only problem, with protecting his little brother, was that he couldn't cover his own ears. He heard it all. Every yelp, every punch, every desperate plea from his mother; they all fell on deaf ears. Alexander saw Meredith, and the children, as his property. And he could do what he wanted with his property.

After Alexander's death, Aaron watched his mother recede even further into herself, until she was nothing but a shadow of the woman she had been. That she had any more of herself to lose was a wonder, but she did, and it broke Aaron's heart to watch. Aaron, though, felt nothing when his father died.

His mother's death hit harder. Meredith never got back to herself, once her husband died. It would be a nice story to tell, that once her abuser was dead, she slowly found herself again. Perhaps she planted a garden, and beheld with delight the sunrise each morning, learned to smile, to live for herself without fear of retribution, to bask in each new day, and the freedom it brought. It would be nice to be able to say she found someone else to love her, someone gentle and kind and patient, who would hold her in the night when she cried, when the residual fear that had never left her, even once her nightmare was dead, held her in its deadly clutches.

Alas, it was not to be.

No matter the effort her sons put into spending time with her, no matter the brave face she put on for them, Aaron could see the hallowness behind her dark eyes. No, there was no happy ending, no heartwarming surprise plot twist to Meredith's sad, sorry tale. Meredith Hotchner died of a broken heart three years after her husband and, at twenty-one years of age, Aaron thought it was the most tragic thing he had ever heard. She had never really lived. Sean sobbed his heart out at the funeral and Aaron wrapped an arm around him, like they were children again.

Hotch graciously thanked all of the guests for coming while Haley stood by, concerned and gentle, and, later, when they were alone, his tears soaked her pyjamas as he curled up, his head on her chest, and sobbed. But, still, it didn't crack him open.

III

Failing Elle hurt.

She was young, malleable, and he saw a lot of Sean in her, in her humour and her carefree spirit, her sarcasm. But she needed guidance, training, a mentor, and, for all of his trying, he couldn't wash away the pain their job brought to her the same way that he could wash the bloody message from her walls. It startled him, when he looked at her, and saw the same darkness he had seen in his mother's eyes years before.

Their job took victims all of the time; Elle snapped.

Long after she was gone, long after she'd walked out of his office with those gentle words, the confession that she would miss him, he would hear other words of hers ringing like a bell in his ears, and know how terribly he had failed her.

Last time you sent me home, Hotch, you got me shot.

She was right, and it was his fault. Elle's life had been derailed because of a sequence of decisions that he had made, and, if she had to live with the consequences of that, then so would he. He never forgot it. But it didn't break him.

Protecting his agents from unsubs was one thing; protecting them from monsters from their past, was something entirely different.

He had never seen the signs. Morgan displayed none of them. Adult manifestations of childhood sexual abuse, that was what they were called, and Morgan displayed none of them. He wasn't depressed or anxious, he didn't have anger management problems. They were the big signs, the obvious ones, the ones that manifested most often. Morgan suffered none of them.

But, still, Hotch should have seen it. He should have known, and he should have helped. Alexander had never sexually abused his sons, but Hotch had been physically abused; he knew what an abused boy looked like, and he hadn't seen it.

He and Morgan were closer, after Buford. But they didn't discuss it again. And Hotch learned that there were things even he couldn't protect them from, no matter how hard he tried.

Elle had needed guiding. Spencer needed protecting.

Hotch came close to being broken, really broken, not when Reid was taken, but when his addiction came to light, when he realised that only Emily had seen the signs, and had done anything to help him. The rest of them were so blinded, either by denial or by guilt, busy convincing themselves that Spencer had been through an ordeal, a trauma, and he was dealing with it the best way he knew how.

Only Emily saw the signs of addiction there. By the time Hotch saw it, too, he was so far gone that Spencer was unrecognisable as the same kid who had once told him he kicked like a nine year old girl. Hotch looked for that boy, in the weeks after Spencer began going to AA meetings. Hotch was one of the only people he told, and not out of friendship or confidence, but because he wanted to keep his job, wanted to be trusted again. But Hotch never found that boy again. Spencer was changed by the trauma, irrecovably. He never trusted the same way again. Hotch had failed two of his agents, and each time, it took a piece of him.

When Gideon left, there was a different kind of grief.

Not anger or guilt, but a heavy, lonely loss, and a long, empty silence, filled only by all of the questions Hotch knew he would never receive an answer to. He had been team leader for years, but Gideon had been there, a sort of safety net, providing easy reassurance when Aaron doubted himself, doubted his abilities and his skills as a leader.

Gideon's absence, he knew, was a compliment of sorts; Jason wasn't worried about the team, and didn't doubt Hotch the way he doubted himself. Nevertheless, the deathly silence, the lack of an explanation, or even a goodbye. It lay heavy. It stung. Gideon had been more than his mentor, his boss, his teammate. He had been a friend. Or so Aaron had thought. Friends, though, didn't just up and leave without an explanation.

Hotch saw Spencer wrestle with the same confusion in the weeks and months after Gideon's abandonment, and Hotch watched him like a hawn. The slightest twitch, any sign of dark circles under his eyes, lateness in the mornings, he was on all of it, waiting for Spencer to lose his footing, to relapse. He wouldn't miss it this time, he couldn't miss it this time. But the boy was stronger than Hotch gave him credit for, and Hotch knew he had to be, too. So losing Gideon didn't bury him, either. The days went on, as they always had. As they always would. And each day, Gideon's absence was felt less and less, by them all, until the wound finally healed.

VII

If there was one person in the BAU that Hotch imagined was safe, it was Penelope.

Shut up in her office full of colour and trinkets and glitter, he could always rely on Garcia being safe, never had to worry for her the way he had to worry for the others. It was comforting, to have one member of the team he didn't need eyes on at all times.

She looked small and innocent, where she lay in her bed after surgery, and, standing in the doorway to her room, arms folded across his chest, Hotch felt his eyes burn. He had been here before, had seen another team mate lie where she lay, and he had lost her, body and mind, he had lost Elle. It could not, would not be the same with Penelope. Sweet Penelope, who kept them all smiling, who put so much of herself into caring for them all. For all of her quirks and oddities, he knew that her bright clothing, her cheerful demeanor, her little quips, they were for the team, as much as they were for herself. To keep their spirits up, to keep them going.

Laying there in her hospital bed, in the drab medical gown, he barely recognised her. He knew, then, what his team was feeling, for he felt it, too; violation.

If an unsub could get to Penelope, whom they had all imagined was untouchable, did that leave no corner of the world where any of them were safe?

VIII

Their job took, and took, and took, and gave nothing back. The first time it took from JJ, Hotch was there.

Standing in the bullpen, his eyes and gun trained on Battle, Hotch didn't even see the blonde approach him from behind, but he saw her afterwards. Gun still smoking, the blue eyes that met his were different than those of an hour, a moment, before. It unsettled him.

He should have been the one to fire that shot. It was impossible, from his angle, but that didn't matter. It should have been him. Instead, JJ had killed her first unsub. The bullet went straight through his head, through his brain, and Hotch knew that, no matter how justified, Battle's death would stay with JJ. Would darken her pure soul, as justifiable homicide always would. She had still snuffed out a life, with just the twitch of a finger, and Hotch knew that was a heavy burden to bear.

It should have been him.

Holding Kate Joyner's spine in his hand, feeling her life-force seep out onto the concrete, took something from Hotch that he never discussed with anyone.

He wondered, as he held the dying woman, the one who looked so much like Haley, whether there was an untouched part of his soul; whether there was anywhere inside of him that wasn't rotted with all that this job took from them. His hands slipped, slick with blood, as he tried to hold her, to keep her alive by sheer force of will.

He knew she was dead, they all knew she was dead, but he had to hold on, to try. Morgan's presence terrified him; he knew the profile, knew first responders were the real target. Morgan, though, could see relief behind the panic in his boss' eyes; he didn't want to be alone when the woman in his arms died. He bore so much alone already, not this, too. God, please, not this, too.

They tried their best. He tried his best. It wasn't enough; they all knew she was dead.

Hotch never told the team that he was going to the funeral, but, when he climbed out of his car, he saw them all waiting for him, standing beneath a tree, a little way away from the rest of the congregation. This grief, he didn't have to bear alone.

The reaper stole more from Aaron than he ever let anybody see.

In the months that followed, everything made him flinch, made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Sitting in his office, he would have to draw the blinds, so strong was the sense that he was being watched, even when it was impossible. He trusted no one, was wary of every police force the worked with. Emily was the only one who got close. She saw the way his hand twitched towards his gun more often, more readily. She saw the extra precautions he took for security in his apartment. She was the only one who had seen him, unconscious and unresponsive in that hotel bed. But even she didn't know how deeply Foyet's assault had affected him.

She wasn't there when he woke up in the middle of the night, his skin coated in a sheen of cold sweat, his wounds burning even weeks after they had healed over. The surface healing was quick, but the stab wounds were deep and wide, and the internal healing took much longer than anyone other than Hotch and his doctors ever knew. He became adept at withholding any verbal or physical expression of pain; he could be sitting on the jet with the team, and a sudden, searing pain would tear across his stomach, and Aaron wouldn't so much as flinch. No response larger than the furrowing of his brows would be observed.

But even deeper than the physical wounds were the mental ones. Not only had Foyet invaded his home, he had invaded his life. Regardless though, of how he feared Foyet watching him, there was nothing he wanted more than to find him. Nothing the team wanted more. Every second that they spent obsessing over him, though, was a second that Foyet won and, for a while, Hotch thought that satisfaction, the knowledge that he was winning by keeping Hotch away from his child, would be enough for Foyet to never resurface. It was that fear that kept him going; he couldn't let that happen. He knew his team couldn't, wouldn't, let that happen.

Losing Jack was torture, but he never lost hope. Hotch had already failed two surrogate children, two young people who looked up at him for protection and guidance; one to drugs, one to herself. He wasn't about to lose his son before Jack ever had a chance to know him. Stepping down from his post was easy, taking orders from Morgan was easy, because he was constantly reminding himself of the why of it all; Jack. Jack, coming home. Jack, sleeping in his own bed again. Jack and Haley, safe, happy. For months, he carried around the guilt of knowing that he was the reason Haley was looking over her shoulder. His job had caused them problems from the beginning, mostly due to his absence, but she'd never had to fear before. Hotch wondered if that would ever go away, or if she would always be looking over her shoulder for the next danger, even once they caught Foyet. Like his team would. Like he would.

They did catch Foyet. Too late.

A part of Aaron died that day, with Haley. The boy who had auditioned for Pirates of Penzance died beside the pretty, blonde girl who had smiles at him across the stage.

It was a tragedy, it hurt like hell, and there was yet more guilt for Hotch to carry around, added to that which already weighed him down. But he did not stop, and he did not break. He couldn't. He might have, if not for Jack. Haley was gone, and Hotch owed everything to the little boy they had brought into the world together, because it was his fault Jack no longer had a mother to love him, so Hotch had to love him twice as much, for himself and for Haley. So he couldn't break. Haley's grief, and Haley's spirit, kept him going.

If not for their little boy, for the child in whose face he saw Haley's eyes everyday, he would have collapsed in on himself, the way Meredith had after Alexander's death.

XII

Then JJ.

He tried to keep her, knew they needed her, argued with Strauss over her, and, in the end, it wasn't even nearly enough. It was a decision that was out of his hands, when the State Department took her. And they did take her; neither he, nor JJ herself, had any say in the matter, when it came down to it. He let her down. Once again, he failed to protect a member of his team. He had no idea what awaited JJ, and could only hope that she would find happiness and satisfaction in her new position, but his team was stilted, missing a key piece. And he missed her, too. They functioned, but barely. Grinding along, slowly, laboriously, painfully, like a machine missing a vital piece.

He kept them going, barely. Like a reanimated corpse; they lacked spirit.

XIII

Emily had lied to him

To them. Not just him, though he found it hard not to take it personally. His mouth went dry when he opened her desk drawer, finding her credentials and gun. His hands shook, but his voice was level when he addressed the team. They all jumped into action, still that well oiled machine, even whilst missing parts. He dragged JJ back, from god knew where (Afghanistan, it turned out) and she was back on home soil before the day was out. He saw his same panic reflected in her blue eyes, even if she maintained her composure for the sake of the rest of the team. The months away had changed her, matured her. What had she seen, Hotch wondered?

For four years, he had worked with Emily. They were family, had been to hell and back together, multiple times. Yet there was evidently so much she had never shared with them, and it was going to get her killed.

The thought strangled him, stole his breath, fear clenching his heart like a fist, and he cursed her.

She had seen them all at their most vulnerable, and still hadn't seen fit to share this, to let them in, to let them help.

Hotch understood. He didn't like it, but he understood. Once he knew what she had done, that she had gone alone, essentially given herself up, to protect the rest of them, he knew he would have made the exact same decision, and he couldn't be angry anymore, but he was still desperately afraid.

It would have paralysed him, the fear, if not for JJ. Morgan was angry, angry that Emily had been in a physically intimate relationship with Doyle, and Hotch didn't like that either but he couldn't hold it against her. Rossi was blinded; he saw Emily as a daughter, and he couldn't see past that. Reid was frustrated, blaming himself for not having put it together sooner, blaming Emily for not confiding in them. Penelope shared in his fear, he knew, but he also knew it wasn't the same. They were all scared; Hotch doubted the rest of them felt so paralysed by it. If she died...

He couldn't think about it.

And she did die. Twice. Once on the table, which he didn't find out unti later. And legally, she was dead. Didn't exist. He carried her casket.

God, he carried her casket.

Nothing, not the death of his parents, not condeming Elle, not failing to see Morgan's pain, not missing the signs of Spencer's addiction, not Gideon abandonment, not the destruction of the delusion of Penelope's safety, not JJ's reassignment, or Kate's death, not even Foyet's assault and no, not even Haley's death, prepared him for how he felt carrying Emily's casket. He felt...nothing. Only a dark, consuming numbness, when his imagination took him to a terrible place; a place where he imagined her laying, cold and unfeeling, inside of her casket. Not her usual pale, but a flat, hollow paleness. Nothing had ever been more wrong.

And she wasn't even inside of it.

He knew it then, what she meant to him. Knew that, if she came home, when she came home, he wouldn't, couldn't lose her again.

When she did come home, he told her exactly that. She was checked into a hotel, still using a fake name since she was still, technically, legally dead. He made his way up to the room, knocked once, twice, paused, and knocked again. A preestablished password. She swung the door open, eyebrows raised in a question.

"Hotch?" There was concern etched across her face, "Is everything alright?"

"Losing you," Hotch told her, bluntly, not even stepping into the room, "Was the worst thing I have ever had to go through." The shock on her face was palpable, her mouth gaping, trying to figure out the words to say. "I've lost a lot, to this job," His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his own words catching with emotion. Emily could only stare, "It takes a lot. You know that. I know you know that. I just needed you to know..." He shook his head, unable to put himself back into that place where she was gone, "That losing you. There was nothing like that."

He looked at her, and her eyes were wide, shocked, brimming with emotion. Her lips moved, but no sound came from them, and her eyes flitted from his, to the wall behind his head, to the floor, back again. She couldn't hold his eyes. That told him all he needed to know.

"I'm sorry," He shook his head, as though to shake off everything he had just confessed, "I shouldn't have come, I'm sorry."

He turned to walk away, cursing himself and trying not to feel the terrible pain of rejection, and was halfway down the hallway to the elevator, when he heard the soft padding of footsteps on the carpet coming up fast behind him. He barely turned in time to catch her, as Emily threw herself into his arms. He let out a hard breath, forcefully expelling the air from his lungs, in disbelief, as he buried his face in her neck, in her hair. Breathing her in. Alive and well and here.

"I'm sorry," She was speaking through tears, now, "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say," She clung to him, he couldn't see her face but he could hear the thickness of emotion in her voice, "God, I missed you. So much, and every day. I didn't let myself believe I'd ever come home to you."

Come home to you.

"You're home now." He told her, softly. She slid down his body, her bare feet settling back onto the carpet. She looked up at him with a tear stained face, and he took it in his hands. "You're home now, Emily."

Then he kissed her.

It would be pleasant to say that kiss fixed everything; the pain of his childhood, the failures of his adult life, of the abandonment and pain, the fear and the loss. It didn't fix anything, not really. There would be more to come, more of the bad, more of the broken. He couldn't protect any of them, not really. If he could, if anybody could truly protect their loved ones, then they would be out of a job. There were always more bad guys to catch, more families to console, more bad news to give. But, perhaps, it would all be a little bit more bearable.

With her.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #emily prenitss #hotchniss #criminal minds gone wrong #incorrect criminal minds quotes #hotchniss fanfiction #fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #hotchniss fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfic #emily prentiss fanfic #one shot

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listening505 · 2 years

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Steve with a tall gf, im 1.80 so taller than all of my friends and their boyfriends are taller than them and i kinda feel insecure about my height but i just know steve would love a girl taller than himself

Steve with a taller reader hcs

a/n: first of all anon i think being tall is great, im 1.77 and all of my friends are basketball players like the shortest is 1.95. so i think you can imagine my situation :( i wish i was taller but i agree with you steve would LOVE a tall girlfriend

Steve would love showing you off

especially s1 or s2 steve

he would buy you high heels bc his parents are filthy rich

and dresses

when you two go to partys he could not take his eyes of you

mostly from your legs

he is a leg man and its okay

like man is down bad

anything he can see your legs is an advantage for him

he is so in love with you and the moment kids realise that they would not let steve go

“baby you look so good tonight i love you so much, i’d die for you”

“sinclair shut up and i do not sound like that”

“you exactly sound like that and you say stuff like ‘you look so hot honey’ ”

“henderson i’ll punch you in the face your teeth will fall out”

“woah, too far.”

“not cool, sorry.”

and he absolutely sounds like that but he won’t talk about that

even tho you’re tall steve is around 1.80-1.82 so he is still taller than you

so when cuddling you’re always the little spoon

cuz his ex girlfriends were always shorter than him he doesn’t know how to be the little spoon but at the same he wants you to feel relaxed

you kinda save him from back problems at a young age so he’s greatful for that

he’d love it if you’d wear his clothes

like they wouldn’t look baggy but more like oversized, you can tell that it was his

and he would melt

like of you wear one of his shirts and maybe a leggings he would lose his mind

he would give you his jackets a lot so after a while it would become a habit, you’d just take his jacket from his pile of clothes, that one jacket would end up in your closet

and 5 other more of his jackets

months later you’d basically own half of his closet and you wouldn’t even realise it but he’d and he LOVES it

man got no problem with that, that’s why he takes you out shopping every saturday, you guys would buy some stuff for you for like 5minutes and then for him for hours because you share the clothes

“sharing is caring babe”

#This is so bad im sorry anon #it took me 45 mins and i fucked up #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things headcanons #steve harrington fic #steve stranger things

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ase-trollplays · 11 months

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A Stern Talking To

It's been about two nights since the incident at the coffee shop, and you haven't really put much thought into the aftermath of what you did. You probably broke the law assaulting a seadweller since they're supposed to be royalty, and you're the bottom of the barrel on the spectrum. However, that's not a concern right now. You're not going back to that cafe, and you're definitely not going to see him again, so why dwell on it?

You're on your bed with a bag of hivemaid jerky listening to troll Pandora Radio as you log into trollian. It's been a month since you heard from Darius, and you're hoping he's online so you can message him for the millionth time. He probably won't answer, but you still want to try. After all, he hasn't blocked you yet, so there's still hope.

However, tonight he's not online, much to your disappointment. With a sigh, you prepare to log out when something catches your eye. You see Thiomi sign into trollian, and before you even get the chance to blink, a message window opens with her contacting you.

--chronicallyMousey [CM] began trolling sandstormHuntress [SH]-- CM: ...corali primer... )//:<

Uh oh. She used your full name and sent an angry face. Fucking hell, what's she mad at you for now?

SH: What's the problem? CM: ...do you realize youre all over troll tiktok right now assaulting a highblood doctor at the coffee shop???...

... Wait what.

SH: What do you mean I'm all over troll tiktok? CM: ...i mean youre *all over troll tiktok!*... ...s-someone was filming you and posted it online... and now its going viral!... ...i doubt theres a s-single troll anywhere who hasnt at least heard of it... let alone seen it... SH: Sonuva bitch. SH: I didn't know someone was recording that.

That's a bold faced lie. If anything, knowing you were being filmed encouraged you. It reminded you of the kind of attention you get in the ring, which has been dwindling since you've been complete ass in your matches lately. Except that time you were going to win, and you did.

However, that's not something you can tell Thiomi. She'd lose her mind, and she's upset enough with you as is. You wanted to take it even further than that single punch, but it's looking like restraining yourself was the better option.

CM: ... i cant believe you... ...what even led up to that?... ...thats one of the calmest places you can go... ...how on alternia did you wind up s-starting a fight??... SH: It ain't really a fight when the other person's spent after a single punch. CM: ...thats not helping your case... corali... SH: He provoked me. You know I don't cotton to highbloods. I told him not to sit with me, and he decided to anyways. I warned him. chronicallyMousey holds her head in her hands and sighs in frustration and disbelief CM: ...i know you dont like highbloods... but you couldnt have just ignored him??... ...its just a s-seat... ...was he taunting you about your caste or s-something?... ...or actively threatening you?...

Thinking back on it, he never threatened you or even called you a single name. He was really fucking annoyed and mad at you, but technically you showed aggression first.

You're quiet for what's probably way too long because you know Thiomi's not going to like the answer. Not that you have to even give her one. Your silence is answer enough.

CM: ...do you even realize how much trouble youre in?... ...and im not talking about with me... either... ...what if he has quadrants that decide to come after you?... ...what if he has legislacerators convict you?!... ...you could die or have your life ruined because you lost your temper!...

You're tempted to correct her about losing your temper. If you had truly lost it, you would have given him that gut punch or gored him with the retractable blade in your hand. No, what you did was wriggler mode.

However, you're not a complete idiot, so you keep that to yourself.

SH: If he's got angry quads, I say let them come. I'm more than equipped to handle any fight. As for the legis, I'll figure something out. CM: ...you dont know that!... CM: ...they could be a hitman... or a s-sniper... or s-something!... ...s-someone you cant beat by punching and s-stabbing... CM: ...and if legislacerators get involved... youre not going to win the case... ...not when theres viral video evidence against you... CM: ...and thats not even considering darius...

That gives you pause.

SH: What's Darius got to do with this? CM: ...you know hes definitely s-seen that video by now... right?... CM: ...how is he s-supposed to believe youre trying to change and be better when *thats* circulating?... CM: ...the whole reason youre trying to quit is to earn back his trust and faith in you... ...well... this might have just blown it all away...

... Shit. FUCK. You didn't even consider that. You don't have a rebuttal. She's got you dead to rights. The whole reason you agreed to get sober is for Darius's sake. You want him to trust you again. You want him to love you again. You want him to forgive you.

You may have just destroyed any progress you made. Sure, he never answers your calls or replies to your messages, but he hasn't blocked you. That means he's at least listening when you try to contact him. You've been giving him updates on how your sobriety is going and the progress you're making in addition to apologizing and begging him to talk to you.

What if he was starting to come around, and then he sees you...

The message notification beep from your husktop snaps you out of your thoughts.

CM: ...im s-sorry im being s-so hard on you... but you have to do better... ...you have to be better than this... CM: ...i just want to help you do whats best for you... ...believe me... i want darius to let you back into his life as much as you do... and i want to s-see you be healthier... SH: Yeh, yeh, I know. I'm sorry. CM: ...im not the one who needs an apology...

Oh no. You have a bad feeling about what she's going to say next.

CM: ...i need you to make a promise to me that if you ever s-see that doctor again... youll apologize to him...

God dammit, you were right.

SH: So, what. You want me to tell him how sorry I am, how he didn't deserve that, and beg him to forgive me? chronicallyMousey sighs. CM: ...you don't have to s-say anything you dont want to... ...you dont even have to mean it... ...just tell him that youre s-sorry... ...thats all i want from you... CM: ...can you promise me youll do that?... SH: Ugh SH: Yeah, sure, I guess. CM: ...i want you to promise me... SH: I promise if I ever see him again, I'll apologize. CM: ...thank you... (//:3 SH: So, are we done here. I got a lot to think about now. CM: ...okay... CM: ...have a good night... --chronicallyMousey [CM] gave up trolling sandstormHuntress [SH]--

You heave a big sigh and fall backwards onto your bed as you close your husktop. Thiomi's right about Darius probably seeing that video by now. Should you message him explaining yourself?

...

Yeah, but not right now. Right now, you just want to eat jerky and think about what you've done.

#things to read #Corali Primer #Thiomi Shiaka #The Weight of our Sins

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lunarifie · 2 years

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Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

The Tournament of Elements episode 3-4

WHAT IS GOING ON

oh Zane’s having a nightmare.

Why a dragon though, you had one as a pet for like a whole season.

Nya, Wu is NOT the one to go for love advice.

Nya: its just, coles like, i connect with him on a deeper level.

Do you?

Nya: but hes always so serious all the time

No hes not

This was literally his goofiest season

I forgot Misako and Garmadon are still married.

Theyre like, husband and wife.

Thats so weird for some reason

Garmadon: theres a lesson to learn from this son.

Garmadon: If you turn your back on your evil sensei. You will not be served creamy biscuits.

Istg sometimes Wu and Garmadon just say shit and see if the ninja will interpret it in a useful way like an english teacher asking you what the poem means to you

Jay: And i thought ninja didnt steal other ninjas girlfriends!!

WHEN WAS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND???????

I love Chens character as a villain. All of this is merely for his entertainment and this whole tournament of manipulation is for his own gain. i love villains who are more manipulative than straight up evil. Thats probably why the overlord didnt stick with me that much.

THE HISTORICAL JAY AND COLE FIGHT

i still remember this from my childhood

Jay: One of us has to lose!!! Oh my god its totally gonna be me. Hes got super strength! And what do I have??!?! QUICK, TELL ME WHAT DO I HAVE?!?!

Insecurities coming in hot there Jay you okay?

Yes it sucks that theyre fighting punching bags with each others faces.

but that doesn’t change the fact that they both have a single headshot photo of one another—

Its startiiiing

Jesus christ theyre immediately at it didnt even let Chen finish speaking 💀

Nickname 1: Blue-belle

Yes that nickname was said as an insult

Apparently.

Not one of Coles best…

Zane escaped!

WAIT WHY IS PIXAL SCRAPPED?!?!?

How did that happen

If they never explain how then im headcannoning that instead of Zane putting himself back together. It was Pixal but she couldnt find the right nindroid parts, so she used herself, kinda like a lung transplant or something, in simple words. Especially since she had half his heart.

God these robots have gone through so much

“I was more upset about losing you!”

Ah yes the famed line

Jay and Cole made up so quickly😭

Why didn’t yall resolve this literally a few minutes ago all you had to say was a few words

AND NOW THEYRE FIGHTING TOGETHER

“I got your back!”

“And I’ve got yours.”

Theyre the bestest of friends i love their dynamic sm

Okay but you can tell that beforehand, they were yelling heated words at one another but they never tried to physically harm the other.

Theres so many moves theyre using rn that they didnt even try before

Thought process was probably like ‘okay so i can do this— wait that would actually hurt him.’

Lloyd using garmadons advice!!!!!

“Good work son :)”

When he becomes evil again im gonna be so heartbroken

Jay (now that one of them is being forced to take the jade blade): It should be you! We both know im lucky to even have gotten this far

Jay your really worrying me with your self deprecation at this point

The way Cole knew he would lose his power if he lost. That he doesn’t even really know where he’ll end up other than some sort of factory. But still sacrificed himself.

Got me feeling all emotional

God i could FEEL the euphoria of Kai learning him and skyler weren’t related, that was pure relief right there

Okay but that was some skilled manipulation.

Chen taking away something precious and then blaming it on Cole and Jay being uncooperative so everyone turns on them. Thats like manipulation 101

Smart tho

Kinda sucks that even Kai fell for it 🫠

Cole: you can take my clothes, my power! But you will never take my super strength!!!

Cole (tries to bust open the cell but fails): okay you got that too.

How is that even possible tho

Last I remember Coles super strength wasn’t connected to his elemental power

He picked up trees and shit when Lloyd was the golden ninja.

Cole getting all giddy and picking up a fortune cookie: you know theres a fortune in these right :D

Hes so stupid i love him.

Jay knowing how to roller-skate is so him.

Jay: did i ever tell you i got first place in the mother-son skate off!

Invisible guy: weirdo.

Dont need to be so rude about it damn.

Kai immediately fell on his ass in front of skyler its not looking too great for him

Jay doing flips/tricks in skates in the background, just having the time of his life is something so nice to see

Ninjagos actually pretty good with disabled representation.

Cyrus borgs character is just a good character in general, i like him a lot.

And the master of sound being blind. Yes, when he loses his elemental power he has trouble figuring out where people and things are but later hes shown as very skilled with hearing and stealth just from prior knowledge. Hes almost able to escape. before being fed to the serpentine that is.

OH. CAMILLE. LIKE CHAMELEON. BC SHE CAN SHAPE-SHIFT AND CHANGE FORM-

Chen is so entertaining as a character

Jay: its us against the world Kai!

That is smth so personal out of context

Skyler What the hell!!! Ik ur related to chen somehow but to pit Kai against his little brother?!?!?!

Also why is Kai so easy to manipulate

Youre not even here to win??? especially not against Lloyd. Your here for Zane.

Its so weird that only Kai doesnt know how to skate.

Skating isnt that common of a skill why do all these people know how to rollerblade AND shove people while doing it. Do you know how hard that actually is?

Nya (talking to herself): uhhhh nothing unusual to see here… just aaaa technological advanced mobile base camouflaged as a noodle truck 😀

Shes so funny i love her

Clouse: you were once comfortable with lying… it worked on Misako, didnt it?

now thats a low blow. How does he even know about the love letter.

Jay and Lloyd are so cool as a duo in this

Lloyd: you didnt learn that in your mother-son skate off, did you?

Jay: It was a fierce competition Lloyd 😤

Now i cant stop imaging Jay and edna shoving all these mothers and sons on skates while ed cheers in the back

Jays family makes me so soft

KAI DOING THE LITTLE MARCHES 😭😭😭

I remember doing that when I was learning

WAIT THAT WAS ACTUALLY IMPRESSIVE GO KAI

Jay is such a little bastard 💀

Jay dodging Camille as he holds her jade blade: i got it! You want it! I got it! You want it! Come and get it! Come and get it!!

FINALLY they're all on the ninjas side

Wait wait wait how was Lloyd able to turn the buggy into his own vehicle aren't only the techno blades able to do that?

Garmadon everytime Clouse tries to do dark magic: time to tackle this guy.

Why is he so dramatic just punch the pretentious fuck

Skyler: if all of us quit, what tournament would you have?

I feel like this was a moment where skyler stood up to Chen in a way.

Idk just makes me look at it in a different lense now that Ik they're related.

Cole: Zane!!! Your alive! You look- silver?

Zane: titanium. Cole you look, white!

Cole: (bursts out laughing)

the black cole head cannon is so funny in this moment

Cole sounds so happy to see Zane again 🥹

The voice actors are too good.

Guard: wheres Cole.

Cole: right here big guy! Whats wrong? Looks like youve seen a ghost.

They

Did

Not.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Rewatching Ninjago

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hello. im ready to make a thread of my initial thoughts

spoilers under the cut for the eleventh hour gn (obviously) (also its a pretty long post lol)

the opening sequence caught me fully off guard and i like it so much. pair it with the dramatic irony of them yelling at barry towards the end. juicy stuff. love it so much

my favourite running joke with lucretia is her introcard always having some veiled reference to The Events. one of her proficiencies being 'remembering the dead' certainly holds true

lucretia ^v^ face is real. look at her.

i noticed the running background joke of affirmative mugs that aren't actually all that affirmative. it was very funny. World's Sheriff

the ren and taako scene. i feel no need to elaborate

speaking of that though, the opening to magic lessons starts a running motif of taako being actively bad at fire evocation, despite telling everyone that he remembers being very good at it. i wonder if he had someone close who would do that for him instead

i like that taako actively cares abt the others' wellbeing, up to and including waiting for them to join conversations, etc. its noticeable that he pauses and waits for everyone to respond before he continues. he cares ok

ren <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

the lucretia monologue from merle's lunar interlude is, in my opinion, as an expert on Lucretia Moments (tm), one of the most fucked up things she ever says. and seeing it in the comic definitely made me feel a type of way. i love you lucretia. i want to shake you around so bad

correct me if im wrong but lucretia and merle laughing is the first time lucy's ever gotten silly in the comic right? they tend to cut her jokes in favour of playing her more seriously but it was so sweet and refreshing to see her being so comfortable. makes me so excited for the stolen century comic

extremely mad that the "shoulda leaned away" "I LEANED AWAY" joke was lost. but not as devastated as losing the skeleton DnD debate. they cut all of the best travis moments from the arc

changing their death count from like, 8? to well over a hundred was an interesting choice. i think it works well to convey the narrative stakes a little better since they cut the old-june interludes.

i dont know if this was intentional but starting the last loop on chapter 111, which is the exact amount of years that the stolen century and lonely decade span, made me insane. this may be just an innocuous choice though. who knows

losing redmond and luca makes sense definitely and i love more ren screentime but man the running bit of griffin attempting to foreshadow lup over and over again and noone ever getting it is so dear to me. edward and lydia are definitely a better set for that though. rip skeleton man

istus <3<3<3<3<3<3<3 i cried a little over her in my twitter live tweet. kissing the pages

[static noises] in taako's chalice sequence was fully expected and yet i still got blindsided by it somehow. i had to put the book down for a little while. it was the only panel that made me do that

cried a little at glamour springs too. he looks so sad :,(

the crying at taako's sequence certainly didnt prepare me for the emotional state i went into ravens roost in. magnus burnsides i am holding you. i am holding you. i am h

little june looks like istus and i think that is so incredibly good.

YELLED OUT LOUD WHEN THE RED RBE APPEARED. OBVIOUSLY. IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SCENE

i already mentioned the dramatic irony but what i love the mot abt this sequence is how like, stressed out barry looks. like he has no grip on this conversation whatsoever. it conveys his desperation really well considering how imposing he's (tried to) be in all other scenes

taako saying lup's name out loud after barry says it is profound to me because one thing that's always fucked me up in the podcast is that before he remembers he never once says it. its always "L-U-P". barry is the only one who remembers how to say her name. so seeing taako say it now was like. gut punch. ow

ignore the rest of this thread because taakitz date is real so who cares about anything else /j. i missed my man so bad. so happy to see him around

i KNEW the drawing would be the ending stinger and it STILL got me. FUCK the suffering game comic will be so good

#melonkittii #taz gn #taz gn spoilers #long post. im just compiling stuff from my twitter thread #people have probably said all this already but fuck man #loved this book. so excited to reread it

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So how would you think titans 2018 would handle the parralax arc (I'm interested in a train wreck sorta way)

im so glad u asked bestie <3 putting this under a cut bc theres four paragraphs already and i havent even got to parallax yet

ok so. if they ever plan on introducing kyle into the titans lineup, they're probably going to have to adapt the parallax arc. and since they have superboy i feel like its (unfortunately) a possibility. so, first things first: destruction of coast city happens early in the season.

I'm setting this during s4 since it hasn't happened yet, so the titans are on a road trip back to the west coast. The titans are in a diner, diner goes quiet, they see the destruction of Coast City on the TV or whatever. Standard catastrophe happens in a movie shit, u know the deal. The titans go "oh no! anyways" and go back to their meal.

they get back to sanfran and everyone in the city is giving them a wide berth, shit is weird, everyone is creeped out but they figure it's just leftover bad press from s3 in gotham. they get back to the tower, turn on the news and find out that superboy is being framed for the destruction of coast city. its not that huge of a leap considering he has a history of flipping his shit in public, but never to that extent.

anyways they get to coast city, defeat the imposter, kon gets his cool 90s outfit to separate himself from the other guy and bc its cool as shit. on their way out of the city (they dont help with the clean up) they pass by some guy having a breakdown at the edge of the blast radius. they shrug and keep moving bc who gives a shit.

anyways the next couple episodes or whatever are them attempting to do street level hero shit and failing miserably bc they have no skills other than punch guy in face hard and also people still don't trust them lol. they get word on the street that someone is going around and actually like helping people and stopping crime with minimal collateral damage (impossible challenge).

eventually they corner the new guy and omg its kyyyyle hi kyle! kyle is doing street level shit bc some guy gave him a ring and no instructions, so he just. started doing what the main character in his comics does (hes employed as a comic artist and this will never get brought up again). they offer him training and he accepts, joining the team. of course, the introduction of kyle means that the entire corps have been slaughtered offscreen at this point. girlboss hal moments.

anyways this all builds up to hal being the big bad of the second half of the season. hal confronts the titans in full parallax regalia, intent on killing them all. soup, you say, is this 90s parallax or the shitty bug retcon? neither. this is titans 2018. this parallax has a breakdown over the destruction of coast city because he can't control coast city anymore (since its gone) and spirals because he feels like he's losing control over his space sector. he spirals so hard that he decides he needs more power so he never loses control over anything ever again. thats right baby, this titans 2018 version of hal is just a thinly veiled version of sinestro but shittier.

anyways this culminates in a showdown where hal is trying to kill the titans bc he blames them for the loss of coast city. kyle is going "wait guys i got this, hal this isnt you this isnt in ur heart </3" etc. etc. it doesnt work lol. anyways the finale matches the season one finale beat for beat. if they go the route of hal also having fear powers or whatever this is a great opportunity for jason to push past the fear and show his character growth but this show hates good writing and also jason.

anyways the titans beat his ass with the power of working together and also the color yellow probably and then they all go "omg we're such a family" and hal dies. the end of the season finale shows kyle leaving flowers at hal's grave, and then he walks off and meets up w the titans again. (also this gives kyle a complex where he feels like he has to be better than hal bc hal turned out to be a mass murdering megalomaniac.) (this is hinted at during the course of the next season but they will never ever expand on it and it will be forgotten).

i have thought about this a normal amount. dc hire me.

#titans 2018 #asks <3 #ty for the ask!!#the salt in the wound here is that kyle is added to the titans roster before either wally or roy #anyways i hate titans 2018 its shit.

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