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five-bi-five-mind · 2 years

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Could you do a jjxreader friends turn lover fic? Be as angsty as you want as I know that’s the only way you write jj😉

Turbulence

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Words: 4.8k+

Summary: New to the BAU, you maybe lied a little bit about your ability to handle flying. You knew it was part of the job and you just figured you could face your fears and hide your anxiety. The thing is... that doesn't work that well when your closest friend and coworker is a profiler now and can read you so easily. Did your first flight to a case shift something between you and JJ or was there something there this whole time?

Genre: Fluff just pure fluff

Warnings: None really? Mentions of fears of flying and mild anxiety but that is it.

“I can’t believe you’re afraid of flying,” JJ chuckled.

You didn’t answer, instead just grimaced at her. Your nails were currently digging into the arm rest to the left of you, while JJ plopped down next to you on your right.

“I didn’t know you were such a chicken,” she poked at your side, a smug grin across her face. “You knew there would be flying involved when you took this job, right?”

“Yes!” You hissed at her before squeezing your eyes shut. “I can handle it.”

“And this…” she gestured to your knuckles currently turning white from their grip on the armrest “is you handling it?”

“It’s me facing my fears,” you replied through gritted teeth. You attempted to relax your grip on the seat, but failed miserably the moment the plane started to make noise.

“Right,” she smirked. “Well, we’re taking off soon, so you better hold tight.”

You absolutely did not appreciate the wink she threw your way. No matter how much it made your heart flutter. Not when you are currently trying to face your greatest fear head on.

This job was way too good to pass up. Yes, you definitely knew there would be travel involved. That didn’t stop you from accepting. Plus, how could you say no when JJ herself approached you and asked if you would take it? With her moving on to be a profiler for the BAU, the team needed a new communications liaison and since you and JJ had worked together quite a few times before, she had thought you’d be a great addition. You were flattered and gladly took up her offer at the time, but at this very moment you were regretting it just a tiny bit.

You took slow, deep breaths, as the sounds of the plane starting up began to shake through your body. Why was it so loud? Was it always this loud? Was that normal?

“Hey,” JJ said in a hushed tone, “it’s okay. It’ll feel better when we’re in the air.”

You expected to see a hint of more teasing in her eyes, but when you looked back at her, you saw none. She was just looking at you now with genuine concern. You swallowed and paused for a second. This was nothing, just a silly little plane trip, you could do it easily. Plus, it helped that she was sitting next to you. You simply nodded as a reply, but hearing her say that was helping calm your nerves.

Takeoff wasn’t even that bad, you made it through after JJ’s words of reassurance. You could feel your stress melt away when the plane was completely ascended. It was actually smooth, you’d almost say calming.

JJ remained seated with you the entire time. You didn’t miss the few moments where she’d look over at you. Probably trying to check on if you were losing the battle against your fears or not. But you were doing great, you were even able to lean your head back on the headrest and start to drift off.

When JJ saw that you seemed to be doing pretty well to your time in the air, she began to stand up. She couldn’t ever go a whole plane trip without a snack. However, before she could even fully stand, the plane hit some turbulence. It was mild, nothing that a normal person would be concerned about, but your eyes snapped open immediately. Without hesitation, without even thinking, your hand darted out to grab hers and she immediately sat back fully into her seat.

But then as quickly as it happened, the rocky moment in the plane ended.

“I’m sorry,” you looked at your hand, holding hers in what you imagined was a painful grip. You began to let go, but then another bout of turbulence hit and all you could do was squeeze tighter.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” JJ gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’ll stay right here.”

The plane still shook, but you knew you couldn’t just hold onto your friend’s hand. You felt childish and embarrassed. As you attempted to loosen your grip, an act that was by no means easy for you as you swore you could feel your bones vibrate with the cabin of the plane, she stopped you. Her hand squeezed yours and you couldn’t pull away.

“It’s okay,” JJ’s tone wasn’t harsh, but still firm and reassuring. You looked up to meet her eyes and saw nothing but sincerity. Relaxing as best you could, you let her hold your hand in hers as you endured the rest of the flight.

She didn’t move the whole time after that. Your hand relaxed but every so often you would feel her thumb rub against your palm, soothing you whenever she felt you tense. It was nice, it was grounding, it was… incredibly weird for a friend to do, you thought. Especially, when that friend was also now your coworker.

A couple more hours passed by and the worst part of the flight was long over. It really was unfortunate that your first flight experience with the team was a case that took you from one side of the country all the way to the other. But you were taking this experience like a champ, you even dozed off at one point.

However, if you weren’t already incredibly embarrassed by the whole hand holding thing, being woken up by JJ with your head on her shoulder had you mortified. At some point in your little nap you must’ve readjusted and when she gently shook you awake you realized you were completely on her. Your whole body had slumped onto her side and when you cracked your eyes open, you blinked to adjust your sight, only to realize your face was buried in her neck.

Fuck. You untangled yourself from her the moment your brain caught up on the situation. You were a little too hasty about it.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” JJ whispered. “We’re just about to land.”

You just nodded. In all honesty, you still felt a little dazed, whether from the nap, or from waking up surrounded by the woman who, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on.

She just looked back at you, and for a moment you thought you saw a little bit of disappointment in her eyes. You just chalked it up to feeling disoriented from this whole flight ordiel.

The landing was just as bad as you thought it would be. The moment the wheels began to bounce on the runway, you began to hold your breath.

JJ reached over for you, putting her hand on your knee and giving it a reassuring squeeze. You exhaled. Something about JJ’s touch throughout this whole flight had you feeling like all your fears were dissipating. You appreciated it in the moment, but in the back of your mind it had you a little concerned.

With shaky legs, you began to make your way out of the plane. JJ was right behind you, her hand pressed to the small of your back as you walked. You really were not used to this kind of physical affection and support. It was throwing you off a little bit, but you still didn’t say anything, just decided to reason it as JJ being compassionate to your anxiety. Because, what else could it be? You didn’t want to let yourself read into it. You had known JJ for years, she had always been a little more gentle with you than other people, but you could tell she also really respected you. When you both were working the same type of job, you’d interact often, swap stories and tips, and each moment you spent with her you felt her admiration for your work. Which, to be honest, struck you as odd, considering you felt her skills were leaps and bounds better than your own.

With all of these moments together over the years, it also allowed your friendship to grow. After a few years, you two would get together, not just because work overlapped, but because you enjoyed each other’s company. But unfortunately, as your friendship grew, so did your crush. And when she asked you to take her old position at the BAU so she could become one of their profilers, you noticed a shift in her behavior towards you. Or… at least you think you did. It wasn’t a bad shift either. No, quite the opposite. This plane trip wasn’t the only time she seemed to be extra attentive towards you.

The first couple months starting at the BAU, you’d been lucky enough to be part of cases that were within driving distance. Yet, JJ was still nearby. When cases got more serious and she wasn’t out in the field, she would hover around you. If you were out addressing the press, she would be nearby. If she thought any elements of the case particularly affected you, she would check in. If you both were staying at a hotel, she would walk you to your room at night, sometimes lingering there for awhile. Maybe she was just being overprotective of her friend. Maybe you were just reading way too much into things. Maybe she was just tasked with helping the new girl adjust. Still, you couldn’t help, but think that maybe your crush wasn’t one sided.

This case went on just like any other. Except, JJ felt all the more closer to you after that flight. She seemed to hover more often and even closer. There were more moments of physical touch. Her hand would linger over yours at times when you both were discussing things, her body would brush against yours if she passed you by. It was starting to make you feel just a tiny bit crazy. Like, maybe she had always done this and you were just noticing it now? Was this normal for JJ the whole time? You honestly didn’t think so, but you also didn’t know what to think. It was times like this where you almost wished you were a profiler, so you could have some sort of clue into what she was feeling. You even tried to watch her behavior with others on the team, and you swear you didn’t see her act the same around them. In fact, she acted quite guarded around some of her fellow team members. Team members, you knew for a fact, she had known for years longer than you. This behavior of hers was definitely starting to leave you spinning.

Finally, the case closed and it was time to get back on the plane. As the whole team began to file in, you made your way to the same place you had sat before, ready to try to sleep through this experience. JJ had been following behind you, but was stopped briefly to talk to Emily. Spencer had squeezed past and as you began to sit, you saw him give you a kind smile before making his way to the spot next to you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed with him sitting next to you. Okay, a lot disappointed. However, you told yourself, part of the reason was that you didn’t want anyone but JJ to see you nervous like you had been on the flight over here.

Right before Spencer could actually sit down in the empty seat next to you, you watched with curiosity as Rossi came up and stopped him. With a smirk, he pulled Reid close by his arm and leaned in to whisper something to him. Spencer just looked from you to over where Emily and JJ stood. His eyebrows up so high you thought they’d get lost in his hair line as he continued to stare back and forth.

“Why don’t you come over here with me?” Rossi tugged on Spencer’s arm. “I want your opinion on some things.”

Without much chance to protest, Spencer allowed himself to be pulled away and you continued to watch him go, utterly confused. That only lasted a moment though, as a second later JJ sunk down on the seat next to you with an exaggerated sigh.

“What was that about?” JJ turned to look over to where Reid was trying, and failing, to act like he wasn’t staring.

“I have no idea,” you shook your head and tried not to dwell on it. All you wanted to focus on was getting through this flight. However, you couldn’t deny the immediate relief you felt when Spencer had moved and JJ had plopped herself down next to you. Throughout the whole case you were really beginning to realize the depth in which your feelings grew for your friend, but you were trying to push those down. Trying and honestly, in this moment, failing miserably. It wasn’t like you could really deny this wasn’t something more than a little crush on your friend, when her presence literally made all your anxieties melt away in an instant. Your heart wasn’t racing out of fear when the plane took off. No, it started racing when she placed her hand over yours as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Of course, she did it because she thought you were scared. You knew you shouldn’t read into it, but that didn’t stop you from basking in the warmth you felt with her hand atop yours. That didn’t stop your heart from fluttering when she squeezed your hand in reassurance with each bump of the plane as it left the runway. That didn’t stop you from thinking you could get used to this feeling, that you wanted more of this feeling with her.

“Doing okay?” JJ leaned over to ask. You turned to look at her and were taken back by just how close she was to you. Leaning back a little, you nodded.

“Yeah, good, just fine,” you needed to stop talking. She eyed you suspiciously before apparently deciding your awkward answer was good enough and turned her attention to looking at her phone. Her hand slipped away from yours to type and you were kicking yourself for the immediate feeling of disappointment that filled your chest.

“Are you sure?” You hadn’t even noticed that JJ had looked back up from her phone. Your disappointment must’ve been clear on your face.

“I’m sure,” you forced a smile. “Just nerves again. Sorry…” You weren’t a good liar, but hopefully JJ would buy it. A foolish hope, considering you were in a plane full of the country’s best profilers.

“I’m right here,” JJ brought her hand back from her phone to place it on your leg. “Okay?”

Your eyes and mind were zeroed in on her touch again, but you managed to focus enough to nod. A response that JJ seemed to be happy with as she gave your leg a light squeeze that had your heart doing backflips in your chest.

JJ might have been determined to calm the metaphorical storm for you during this flight, but what she managed to do was cause another storm entirely. If you had thought she was extra affectionate towards you on the first trip or even throughout the case, this felt like an extreme. The flight had been a late one, as the team wasn’t done wrapping up until the sun went down, and everyone was pretty exhausted. Yourself included. And honestly, it really seemed like JJ was capitalizing on this fact.

First it started with her seemingly pulling a blanket out of nowhere. Then as she began to wrap it around herself, she stopped and offered (more like insisted) that you both share. Were you cold? Yes, a little bit, but you had planned to refuse. But, let’s be honest, it didn’t take much insistence from her for you to give in and let her wrap the blanket around the both of you. And if that wasn’t enough, when the plane hit turbulence again, she literally pulled you to her. So now, you were almost completely pressed to her side and she acted as if it was nothing that her arm was around you, keeping you there. You weren’t even worried about the turbulence, you barely noticed it, your head was just running in circles trying to decipher JJ’s actions.

A couple more hours had gone by and JJ had dozed off, but each time you tried to scoot away it was like her hold on you would get tighter. You, however, were wide awake. You didn’t want a repeat of your first flight and wake up on her shoulder again. Though, now it seemed like it was her turn to find herself like that. Something told you, she wouldn’t even bat an eye at it. Meanwhile, you had been kicking yourself for literal days, throughout the case, over letting yourself fall asleep on her.

Unsurprisingly, JJ remained asleep for the majority of the flight. After a while of internal panic over her close proximity and head nuzzled into your neck, you began to get used to, and even delight in the feeling of her body against your side. The flight, surprisingly, didn’t even bother you. You felt so at peace with her by your side, sleeping or not, that your anxiety over flying was nonexistent. As the flight stretched on and you thought over everything that was going on between you and the girl currently sleeping on your shoulder, you realized your feelings were far from a silly little crush at this point. She grounded you, she calmed your fears, she took care of you. She occupied so many of your thoughts and when she was around you, you felt like your whole body was buzzing. You were falling for her, and you were falling hard. You didn’t know if she felt the same or if she ever would, and you’d be okay with that as you couldn’t even imagine losing her, but if she wanted more, you knew now that you wouldn’t say no.

When the plane finally landed was when JJ finally woke up and detached herself from you. And just like you thought, she was completely unphased by the way she found herself draped over you. In fact, when you made brief eye contact with her as she began to withdraw from your neck you swore you saw her wink. She might not have been mortified by the state she woke up in, but you were still on edge from all of it. So when you found your opportunity to somewhat naturally disengage from this situation, you took it. You sprang up and rushed off the plane the first chance you got, being the first one off.

The entire team followed behind, but it was as if you were on a mission. You just wanted to put this case behind you. To close the book on it and the weird signals JJ may or may not be giving you. You knew, deep down, you need to talk about it with her, but you were gonna avoid that as long as possible.

Everyone had been wrapping stuff up in the BAU after the long flight and you were ready to head back to the safety and comfort of your own apartment before anyone else was. As you were getting ready to go you held your keys in your hand and then you froze. It hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn’t drive here. You carpooled.

Searching the room for your ride, you swallowed nervously as you saw the culprit, Morgan, currently talking to the woman you were avoiding. Shit. Now what were you gonna do? The only thing you could think to do was watch them from the corner of your eye and the minute they part, make a dash for Morgan and drag him to the exit.

Only, somehow you even failed at that because suddenly the blonde was walking towards you. You hadn’t even noticed they stopped talking, you were too panicked about your “plan”.

“Let me take you home,” JJ offers as she stops in front of you.

“Oh uh…” you weren’t expecting her to ask that. You really wanted to be polite but after the weirdness on the plane, you can only begin to imagine the awkward silence that would fill a car ride with her. “Morgan was supposed to be my ride.” You hoped she would take that answer and then you could go home, but you had a feeling that it wouldn’t be that easy.

“It’s okay, I already told him I have it covered.”

“But I…” think, damn it, think. You searched your brain for any sort of excuse. “I uh don’t think I’m really on your way.”

“Just, please (y/n) let me take you home, okay?” Her voice got quieter at that and her expression changed. She seemed nervous, more vulnerable even and it took you aback. Without much more thought you felt yourself nod and that pleading look she once had immediately transformed into a triumphant grin. “Great, get our stuff and I’ll pull the car around.”

And within a few minutes you found yourself sliding into her passenger seat. The atmosphere in the car was exactly what you expected. Instantly awkward, unbelievably tense. What caught you off guard was that it wasn’t just you who seemed nervous, you could tell this heavy mood was coming from her too.

You kept looking over at her as she drove and you didn’t miss the way her knuckles would tighten for a few moments on the steering. The silence was unbelievably uncomfortable and it took all your willpower to stay quiet when all you wanted to do was ask what was going on. But you were terrified of the answer.

Was this about how weird things got during the case and the flights? Did she figure out you have feelings for her? Were you too obvious? Your mind was racing and her complete silence wasn’t helping.

“So…” you jumped when she finally spoke, her eyes glued to the road. “The team is starting to notice.”

“Notice?” You practically squeaked. “Notice what?” Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. There’s a pause for a minute. You can tell JJ is thinking carefully about what she wants to say, but every passing minute makes your anxiety skyrocket that much more.

“Us.” She says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. However, you were so focused on JJ’s mood and this new development that you didn’t realize you made it to your apartment complex until she stopped the car and turned to face you.

“Us?” You felt like the air was knocked out of you. Here you go, you knew this was coming. You were too obvious and now your worst nightmares were coming true. “What do you mean by that?”

“You know what I mean,” she didn’t sound angry, so that was a good sign. She didn’t sound exactly positive either. You really couldn’t figure her out right now. JJ turned the car off and you watched in confusion as she exited the car, only to walk to the passenger side and look at you expectantly through the window.

It took you a moment to get your body to move, the emotional whiplash of this whole endeavor with her had you reeling. When you finally stepped out of the car, you just stood there and stared as she swiped your apartment keys from your hands. And when she started walking to your door, unlocking it, and waltzing into your own apartment you followed her in a daze.

Both of you just stood there in your apartment. Each of you were waiting for something, but JJ seemed almost impatient about it. Her arms were crossed, her expression seemed determined.

“Maybe we should…” you paused. Should what? Hash this out? Take some space? You didn’t know what you wanted to say right now, but you were getting incredibly anxious. “Talk?” You finally offered. This was the opposite of what you wanted. You just wanted to wind down after this case, but JJ didn’t look like she was going anywhere anytime soon.

“I’ve been waiting on you,” she frowned.

What? What does that even mean? Your mind was spinning. You had to just get this over with. Say your piece, admit your feelings, apologize for your clear lack of ability to hide it, and move on.

“Listen, JJ, I’m sorry,” you started, trying to keep your voice level. “I didn’t think it was that obvious, it’s just a little crush, okay? It can pass. It will pa-“

In a split second her lips were on yours. Effectively shutting up the sad rant you had found yourself stuck in. You were grateful to be shut up, but you were also incredibly stunned.

The sheer force of the kiss had you stumble back a step or two, but her arm shot out and around your waist to steady you, while her other cupped your chin. It took you only a moment to register what was happening, but when you realized she was kissing you, JJ was kissing you, you eagerly kissed back.

Confused as hell as you were, for the moment you didn’t care. It felt like heaven, her lips moving against yours, her hold on your chin tightening as she deepened the kiss. You didn’t realize how much you wanted this until it was actually happening and you couldn’t get enough.

But there was still a voice in the back of your mind, one that wanted to demand what was happening. One that was afraid this meant something else to her. One that didn’t want to lose your friend or get hurt.

You pulled back. Regret immediately followed when you saw the look on JJ’s face. Was it disappointment? Hurt? You couldn’t tell, but all you wanted to do was to either keep kissing her until the sun came up or pretend this night never happened. Although, how could you, when now you knew just how great her lips felt?

“What the heck is going on?” Your inner turmoil over recent events was starting to become not so… inner.

“I thought it was obvious?” JJ just blinked back at you. As if she expected you to be completely caught up. It was starting to feel like everyone was in on a secret but you. “We were kissing. It was nice. I’d like to get back to that.” She offers you a cheeky grin and for a second you almost take her up on that. But no, no. You need to figure this out. You’re coworkers, you’re friends. This, whatever this is, was going to get messy. “I can practically hear your brain spiraling, (Y/N).”

Of course she could. All you could do was stare back at her in shock. You needed to say something soon. Something coherent.

“I just uh…” smooth. You pause and take a deep breath. “Okay, look JJ, I know there’s something going on. What with the…” you motion between you two as you speak. “...kissing and everything else. But I’m not just someone who hooks up with coworkers, let alone friends.”

“Damn,” JJ chuckles. “Emily warned me that you seemed pretty oblivious. Listen, (Y/N), I don’t just ‘hook up’ with friends either.” JJ used air quotes as she spoke. “I have feelings for you. I thought I made that pretty clear.”

“Did everyone know, but me?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” JJ’s grin grew.

“So… we have feelings for each other?”

“Yep.”

“And why didn’t you tell me until now?”

“I thought you’d break first,” JJ shrugged. “But I was getting impatient.”

You just gaped at her, still in utter disbelief. JJ’s grin was growing as she watched you.

“Where does that leave us now?” You still couldn’t wrap your head around this whole situation, but you’d be lying if you said your body didn’t feel like it was absolutely buzzing right now. Whether it was from the kiss or from the realization that you weren’t imagining things, you weren’t sure. But honestly, with what JJ was saying and the way she was stepping towards you right now, you didn’t really mind.

JJ was in your personal space again, leaning in until her lips were just barely ghosting yours. “Back to kissing?” She whispered against your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed and you nodded before feeling the intoxicating press of her lips upon yours once more.

There was a lot to figure out between you two, but as she pulled you closer and you began to melt into the kiss, you didn’t feel as worried anymore. You two felt the same, that was clear to now and that’s all that mattered.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years

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[Not a request, but a question that had randomly popped up in my head]

*So, Miss Aubrie. The public must know, does BEN use Wattpad? If so, what's his favorite fanfic genre?

[points mic]

-🌟

WATTPAAAAAAAD I haven’t thought about that website in years, my GOD that feels like so long ago.

Nah, BEN is too good for Wattpad, he’s an AO3 user and his favorite fanfiction genre is hurt/comfort, definitely not for any particular reason, of course not.

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inexplicifics · 3 years

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Wonderful Inex, a Question: Was having a happy thought imagining Progress Shenanigans, and then it hit me: we know Count de Lettenhove, unrepentant assclown he is, will be GTFO-ing from the Wolflands post-Redania conquest, if he's smart. But what about Jaskier's siblings, who also saw their brother get sent off to die and were glad about it? And his mother, who presumably also said nothing? Are they banned from the Wolflands or leaving in solidarity? Will they try to 'play nice' if Lettenhove is stopped at on the progress and (hopefully) get kicked out the Wolflands too? (but also- does Jaskier have any blood-family worth the name, like a cousin, who did feel bad and Jaskier can ask his Wolves to set up as new Count bc they're nice and will do a better job than his siblings and father ever could?) Just ALL the wondering if Jaskier will get to dish out some well-earned comeuppance upon his miserable relations! (and some tasty late-season dandelions for the bunnies!)

I am still trying to figure out what happens with the Pankratz family! If the Count de Lettenhove has the brains the gods gave little green apples, he'll want to leave the Wolflands as soon as he can - but that means giving up power, which is not easy for men like him.

On the other hand, staying means swearing in front of a Witcher that he'll be loyal to the new king and to the Wolf. So that might be...a little difficult.

I also haven't figured out what happens with Jaskier's siblings, except that I think he does have a younger sibling who is a sweetheart, and possibly a cousin who's decent.

Also, it's possible at least one of his older siblings has been having Regrets. It's hard to speak out, sometimes, and people do change.

Jaskier himself might not be taking vengeance, but Aubry may well request to be one of the Witchers sent to visit Lettenhove and make sure the current lord is loyal...

#questions answered

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spookybreadstick · 3 years

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im LOVING your stuff so far!! i haven’t been a big fan of LJ in years but the way you write him.....i am interested. like the Lilo and Stitch quote?? that’s character depth babie.

ANYWAYS, could i request some crush headcanons for Jeff? (sorry to be simping on main but-)

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aaaaaa i’m so glad you like my silly little things!!! and you know, i’ve seen you before on aubrie/intimidating fettuccine’s blog so hello!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

(also i was low-key a little nervous to put in that lilo and stitch quote, because i was like ‘is this going to make sense to anyone else?’ i’m happy it did!)

so anyway, crush headcanons for jeff. i’m assuming that you mean like, jeff with a crush on somebody, what that’s like?

i think jeff would act very different depending on the gender (or lack of thereof) of his crush. i’ll just keep it neutral here so everyone’s included!! (let me know if you want me to elaborate on gendered crushes; boy, girl, non-binary) i really hope you like this, i tried my best!! this is my first time writing pasta x reader!!!

onto the headcanons....

💜💞💖💜💞💖💜💞💖

🔪 now, jeff, he’s well... he's an idiot. a fool. a moron.

🔪 that’s true just for life in general.

🔪 but when he has a crush? yeah, that’s just extra idiot energy

🔪he doesn't know w h a t to do when he realizes he has a crush

🔪 and tbh it will take him a long ass time to realize that he has a crush because he just. doesn't want to deal with that nonsense.

🔪 like how tf can he, of all people, have a crush on somebody? it just doesn't make sense.

🔪 but once he finally does realize that he has a crush, it's literally like:

🔪 yeah, sorry, he can't do that. feelings? ROMANTIC feelings?! no thank you.

🔪 he doesn't know how to deal with his regular feelings, romantic feelings are too complex for him! he feels like he’s going to combust!!

🔪 he's so weird because like, he doesn't want to talk to you because a) he's avoiding his feelings and b) he's secretly afraid of looking like a fool in front of you

🔪but then he gets jealous when anyone else talks to you so like, neither of you can win lmao

🔪 and if they flirt with you???

🔪 ahhh he literally has no chill somebody would be like: "ooh, you look pretty hot today y/n" and jeff would deadass say to whoever it is that’s flirting: "and you look like a piece of warm dog shit fresh out of its ass 🙂 "

🔪 like BOY there is NO need to attack them like that!! they're just flirting!

🔪 but to jeff, it's like a personal attack.

🔪 it's a catch-22 because, he can't let anyone know that he has a crush! that's embarrassing and he's childish lmao and he has this tough image to keep up!

🔪 but also, how dare people flirt with his crush right in front of him! >:(

🔪 somebody help him, he doesn't know how to express his emotions properly and having a crush is tearing him apart

🔪 he's not used to feeling this warm and happy inside when his crush is around..

^ jeff bitterly thinking about how cute his crush is

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fireintheforest · 3 years

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Behind the Blue, chapter 22

Although he didn’t get the need for servant corridors (something about “servants aren’t to be seen” and “great houses work like a clock, with parts in the back for the face to be seen” and other crockshit sentences Aubry said when Toivon started), Toivon was certainly thankful for them. They allowed freedom of movement, anonymity, shortcuts and most importantly for him, the chance of eavesdropping without being seen. Hawkcroft’s house wasn’t big enough to have servant corridors in every corridor, just in four strategic places: the long stone corridor connecting the kitchen, laundry room and servants quarters to the dining room, the stairs on the far south end of the house that connected the top and bottom floors (we can’t have common servants going up and down the stairs the good people use, are you crazy?), the smaller stairs that went to the attic, which housed the once Hawkcroft’s nannies’ bedrooms (close to the children’s bedrooms for easy access in case of a night emergency) and the corridor that snaked around the west wings’ rooms and down to the first floor.

When Toivon had first arrived, Sorcise had shown him these architectural secrets, to be used for the daily work without being seen. Most of the maids and footmen used them. Sorcise had confided that the west wing had this longer corridor because Hawkcroft’s personal office and library were in it.

Thanks to these corridors, Toivon had heard the most mudane fucking conversations he’d ever heard (and never cared of hearing in the first place), trivial “troubles” Avelle had with her clothes and her friends, long business monologues between Hawkcroft, his secretary, and sometimes Armellon and Bertraug, and what (in his mind) was Louis’s and Katherine’s dangerously monotonous marriage. They needed help there. As soon as possible.

That morning, Toivon opened the passage, stepped inside and closed the entrance behind himself. Headed down the simple corridor that contrasted with the one he’d just left behind. Down he went, walking past walls that contained faint voices, muffled steps, and even one that had music coming out of it (probably the one where Avelle was at, getting piano lessons from her tutor).

A strong thud on his left caught his attention, as did the subsequent noise that came from the other side of the wall. He should listen to this.

“Maybe something just fell.” He wondered, a fleeting thought that fluttered through his mind.

A blunt, strong noise again, that sounded like a heavy object being pulled on the ground, came from the same place. He should listen to this.

He took a step to the wall, taking care to distribute his weight to avoid any sound from creaking floorboards of the servant corridor. He leaned and cupped the hand next to his ear to listen.

Due to the thickness of the walls, he couldn’t clearly hear what was being discussed on the other side, unlike what novels and theatres liked to pretend happened. Still, just the kind of movement that had happened had caught his attention. Which room was this? He had to find out as soon as possible. There was just some muffled low speech going on at the time, not high enough for him to listen. Let’s see, he’d entered this corridor next to one of the sitting rooms, the pink one. That was between Avelle’s room and the music room, and he’d walked past said music room since Avelle was now practicing. And down the corridor, the other rooms were…

“…asking too much!”

A voice, a sad one, was clear. Another familiar voice replied with just as much feeling, but Toivon couldn’t place who he was talking to. He hadn’t been there this morning to receive any guests; that had been Aubry. He’d been outside cutting logs and pulling the tanks of milk to the cool storage. Toivon silently pressed himself to the wall, straining to hear something, cheek against cool stone.

Footsteps. Someone was pacing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, while another set of steps travelled to the right (the same direction where Toivon was facing) and then came the sound of a scraping. Something heavy being dragged on the ground, the same noise as before. A chair? Too heavy to be a chair.

“…not the way I wanted it to go”, The sad voice said again

Toivon felt himself get surprised at the fact that he could hear conversations from the other side of this stone wall. Could it mean that there was a hole in the wall, an opening of some sort?

“Nothing is.” The familiar voice replied. Toivon would bet his fingers he’d heard this voice before, but the haughty tone eluded him as to where. It was only when the voice continued talking that it hit him that that was Emmanuel. The first voice said something in a low, pitiful way.

“And you think I don’t know that, Verloin? Do you think me stupid?” Emmanuel hissed, “Of course I am aware of foul play! Damned the gods, do you think I was born yesterday?”

“I didn’t mean that-”

“A dead thief, stolen jewels and the little high elf tramp giving Armellon doe eyes. All in less than a week.” Toivon felt a skipped heartbeat and a face flushed of anger.

“But, she hasn’t been out since Edwinne passed away. She’s kept safe. They bit the bait, this means you know who sent them?” A pause. Toivon held his breath.

“Avelle.” Emmanuel said, this time his voice had sourness that didn’t quite cover hurt, “My own daughter.”

“I could’ve never believed it.”

“I guess I could. I always gave her everything she wanted. EVERYTHING. Why not her mother’s sapphire? But to humiliate me in front of guests, on her party…I don’t see where the piece fits.” Another pause, “Suppose that what hurts me most is that she doesn’t have the decency to wait until I pass.”

“Now, Emmanuel.” The voice chided, “I’ve told you time and time again, you’re healthy as a horse. This obsession of yours with your death is not normal.”

“Told you…you’re healthy” could this be Bertraug, if he knew of Emmanuel’s health intimately?

“You call it obsession, I see it as being a cautious man. I spent years on the sea, battling scurvy, pirates, hunger, thirst and storms, fought the circus that is the Merchant’s Council and their every ridiculous request to amass my wealth and I won’t lose it to some impatient brat or, or…a bunch of dirty, lice-filled bastards and smooching whores.”

“Hmm.” The voice replied, then added in a low volume that Toivon had to strain to hear, “Orsen is very ill. I don’t think he’ll make it. Never again ask me to do that.”

Toivon frowned. Do what? What does Bertraug (assuming it’s him) have anything to do with this person?

“Oh, please. The lad is young, he’ll be fine. At his age- what, how old is he, 21?”

“24”

“They’re fit as a fiddle at that age. He’ll live.” A nonchalant answer for a topic that was setting off alarms in Toivon’s mind.

A shuffle from the men in the room.

“Anyhow-” Emmanuel began, but was interrupted by the visitor.

“I think, if you truly wish to protect your money, you should listen to Armellon’s advice.”

“Why would I listen to advice from an elf with his tendencies? You know I have a deep gratitude for him, you know how close we are, but his request…this request…is irrational to me.”

Heh, tendencies. Toivon nodded to himself. He knew that one.

“He believes that to be possible, just because of his, his Isles upbringing and how he did it. He just assumes it’ll be normal!”

“But that’s not just in the Isles, Emmanuel. People could talk. He wants-he wants, see, he’s your lawyer. He-that is, we- are looking to minimize risk…to avoid a scandal. Plenty of people would jump at the first chance to grab your bones if you fell from public favor. And you know how he prides himself on his discretion, in professional and personal matters. He kept the whole issue of the ba-”

“Shhh!” a pause of silence. Never before had Toivon wished houses be made of thinner material than at that moment, “Didn’t I tell you not to discuss that topic here?!” Emmanuel whispered angrily.

“You have, I’m sorry.” Again Toivon had to strain to hear.

“The less people know of this, the better for everybody. You saw what happened when Edwinne…” and the voice quieted until they were a murmur, despite Toivon’s best effort to listen. But slowly, the volume rose again.

“-been taking a fancy to him.”

“Do you think so? I never thought Armellon would go for someone so young.”

“While he talks about being discreet. He’s lucky nobody knows his expressions like we do.” Emmanuel laughed, “Armellon, you old fox.”

“He would-” whatever Bertraug was about to say was suddenly interrupted by a loud CLACK! of an object falling to the wooden floor of the servant’s hallway, mere meters away from Toivon. He felt his face turn cold and looked around himself. Had he dropped something?! His floor was clear. A dead silence got settled.

“What was that?” Bertraug asked

“It came from the servants’ passage.” Two sets of footsteps and the sound of a door opening. Quick, Toivon separated himself from the wall and looked around. Empty. He decided to go around the corner and see who had ruined the eavesdropping for everybody when he heard the passage’s door open and someone step in. The force of his steps made Toivon almost fall, but some comical arm-flailing kept his balance. He turned around and started down the dim hallway, as quick as possible in soft steps so as to not make much noise. Though the passage was dark, these were Bretons and it was a sure bet that they’d have a light spell. He had to get out of here. By the time the two Bretons came to the hallway he was in, he was a silhouette against the dark.

“Someone’s there!” Bertraug cried out, and now the footsteps ran after him. Toivon sped up.

“Stop!” Emmanuel ordered, but Toivon kept going. Left, right, jumped up the three steps in one part, left, left, now right.

“Stop there!” they kept up with him, he could tell. The blue light of a spell they produced by magic to guide them danced at the edge of Toivon’s periphery, behind him like a nagging ghost or a guilt that never goes away, no matter how hard Toivon ran.

“There he goes, left!”

Don’t turn around, no chance for them to get his face. Could they see his ears? His skin tone? The blue hue told him they were close but not enough to see him. Was he sure of that?

“STOP!”

The narrow, curved staircase with its 8 inches of tread and 9 inches of rise, was right ahead. Placing a hand on the wall and another on the banister, risking getting seen by the light and his pursuers, Toivon ran down them. Easy considering the shortness of the tread, hard in the event that a fall would break his hips, get him caught and ruin the mission.

Taptaptaptaptaptaptap, his feet ran down

Creakcreakcreakcreak, the wooden stairs replied under his feet

ToptoptopPORORORORMPOMPOM went, at first, the Bretons’ feet until th

ey, with a strangled gasp and an “Augh!”, fell down the stairs, rolling in themselves and each other, hitting step after step, a human boulder barreling to Toivon as it released cries and curses.

Toivon ran down the stairs to avoid joining the rolling boulder, his breath in gasps burning his throat, tempted to look back in a panic but also frozen into dashing down in the same feeling. The human boulder crashed behind himcursing and groaning and banging on every step, and Toivon could now hear it approach his ankles (and only hear, since the minute they lost their footing, the Bretons’ spells died down, leaving them in darkness). The lack of light seemed to amplify the speed of everyone involved, or so Toivon felt the chase. The boulder was coming closer, his thighs burned, he was getting dizzy, PROMPOROMPORMPOM faster coming to him, run Toivon run!

A landing straight ahead! And a wall! If he hit the wall, the boulder was sure to follow!

In a desperate move, Toivon turned to his right, in a movement he’d done a thousand times and had taught Marcello a thousand more, and separated his left hand from the wall to place it on the bannister. He jumped, pushed himself up and tucked his knees into his chest and his feet above the bannister. Then he stretched them forward to pass the other side, now releasing himself, as the boulder passed him and continued to the landing with a strong, dry hit. Meanwhile, Toivon landed on the narrow stairs, which didn’t provide him much of a proper landing space. Toivon felt his feet touch wood for a fraction of a second, then air, and then it was his body the one that touched the step.

Well, steps, since the fall caused Toivon to keep falling down in a vulgar speed, up until the next turn, where the Dunmer was able to get back up and keep running down, without looking back. He heard Emmanuel’s sharp tone of voice and Bertraug’s groans fade as he went on. He left the servants’ passages at the first chance he got, drenched in cold sweat.

#btb #behind the blue #altmer #breton #dunmer #round of applause to Ben for editing the awful awful grammar I wrote this on #and round of applause to Kris for reading this chapter a second time just because I wanted him to liveread it #you guys are the real mvps #no need to clarify that I haven't written SHIT because pandemic #here you go guys a thief almost gets caught for the second time #Toivon my dude hone your skills ppl are gonna think you're an amateur

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Survivor: Game Changers - "What Happened On Exile, Stays On Exile" RECAP!

The episode kicks off with Debbie joining the tribe for the first time since Exile. She planned to not let Cochran down and downplayed her Exile stay. Tai tries to explain to Ozzy why he said his name at Tribal. Varner talks to Zeke about wishing to have been in on the blindside.

Reward Challenge Spoilers

In this reward challenge, castaways will race through a giant obstacle course, untying various keys and balls. Once through they shoot balls into nets. First tribe to score 5 balls, wins reward.

Reward: Pizza

Nuku takes the lead. Mana falling farther behind but begin to start catching up.

Ozzy shooting balls for Nuku and quickly scores three while Mana begins to shoot.

Ozzy needs to score once more... and does!

Winners: Nuku (Ozzy, Varner, Zeke, Tai, Debbie, Andrea, Sarah)

Immunity Challenge Spoilers

In this immunity challenge, castaways will swim out to a raft and pull each other to a set of buoys. They will use the buoy's to solve a 13 letter puzzle. First tribe to solve the puzzle wins immunity.

It should be no surprise that Ozzy helps Nuku take the lead in a swimming challenge. Brad releases the first bag for Mana. Ozzy is on his third bag of buoy's. Aubry gets the second bag for Mana. Nuku takes a huge lead and work on solving the puzzle. Mana now on their third bag, making their way to the solve station.

Both start solving but cannot figure out the word.

Hali thinks she's figured out the word and tells it to her tribe to start solving... and she has it right!

Winners: Mana

Tribal Council Spoilers

After the reward challenge, Aubry, Brad, Cirie and Sierra grew closer while Sarah swept up Varner on Nuku. He wanted to go after Ozzy and Sarah liked the sounds of that.

After the immunity challenge, Varner requested one on one time with everyone since he figured he was next to go. Debbie wants Varner gone but Sarah keeps pushing for Ozzy. Andrea was unsure. Zeke wants to keep Varner but doesn't want to lose Ozzy. Zeke told Varner, then Varner told the girls what Zeke did...

They head to Tribal.

Varner outs Zeke as being transgender. As such, there is no vote as the whole tribe agrees he (Varner) is going for his actions.

#survivor #game changers #spoilers

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It was supposed to be a blockbuster moment for the U.S. plastic industry. With an abundance of cheap natural gas at hand, thanks to the country’s fracking boom, U.S. energy giants were pouring billions of dollars into building new plants to turn that gas into plastic. As the world was poised to slowly turn away from fossil fuels as an energy source, plastic seemed to be a feasible replacement and possibly even a potential cash cow—overseas, demand for plastic was projected to explode in the coming decades.

But the rosy projections may not be panning out. With the oil industry in freefall, and a pandemic gripping the globe, the U.S.’s other major fossil fuel play—petrochemicals, of which plastic is the biggest part—may also be in trouble.

Until the coronavirus pandemic, every indication seemed to suggest that the U.S. was poised for a plastics boom of epic proportions. In February, 343 new plastic production plants and expansions were permitted or planned in the near future, according to the American Chemistry Council. Globally, in the next five years, the rate of plastic production had been projected to increase by a third. By 2050, it was expected to triple.

Wang Xiao Xinhua—eyevine/ReduxWorkers at a plastic products company in Handan, in China’s Hebei Province, on Feb. 25, 2020.

The plastic buildout in the U.S. is clustered in the Gulf of Mexico region, where much of the U.S. petrochemical industry is already located, and in the Ohio River Valley, which is close to major U.S. fracking fields. The plants chemically “crack” ethane, a component of natural gas, into ethylene, a main building block of plastics. Last year, South African company Sasol Ltd. opened the first of seven planned new plastic plants in Louisiana. In January, Louisiana issued permits to Taiwanese company Formosa Plastics Corp. for a sprawling complex of 14 new plants. And outside of Pittsburgh, Penn., Shell is building a 386-acre cracker campus with the capacity to produce 1.8 million tons of plastic each year.

But now, with the coronavirus outbreak sending the oil industry into a tailspin, plastic is feeling the effects, too: Shell has suspended construction on its Pennsylvania complex over worker safety concerns. Thai company PTT Global Chemical just announced it was indefinitely delaying plans to build an Ohio plant with six ethane-cracking furnaces, citing uncertainty amid the coronavirus pandemic.

Some experts say the writing was on the wall for the plastic industry before the current crisis. Last year, industry news site Chemical Week forecasted “growing pains” for the industry, as more and more cracker plants opened, and the rate of production threatened to exceed consumption. Meanwhile, other problems were appearing earlier in the supply chain: Natural gas prices had dropped so low that gas producers were burning off their supply on-site; it wasn’t worth the cost to transport it to cracking facilities.

In mid-March, analysis firm IHS Markit removed the PTT Global Chemical project in Ohio from its long-range plastics supply forecast. There was already way too much polyethylene in the market, the type of plastic the plant was set to make, IHS said. The firm predicted that oversupply would last for at least three years.

Last July, Brazilian company Braskem pulled out of its plans to build a cracker plant in West Virginia. And $84 billion in Chinese investment in West Virginia’s plastic and energy industries, promised in 2017, has yet to show up.

Now, with the coronavirus pandemic halting construction and likely tightening future cashflow for new projects, the U.S. plastic boom may be teetering on the edge.

“We’re in unprecedented times, and companies, not only just chemical companies, are doing their best to conserve right now.” says Kevin Swift, managing director for economics and statistics at the American Chemistry Council. “We’re seeing that manifested in some of these projects that have been delayed or put on hold for a while. Nobody knows.”

Too much plastic, too little demand?

The plastic-production boom in the U.S. was based on the bet that there would be ever-growing demand for plastic overseas. But that demand might not be materializing, says Carroll Muffett, the president of the Center for International Environmental Law, a not-for-profit environmental law firm which put out a report on this topic this month. About 40% of all plastic made globally is for single-use packaging, but China recently announced a sweeping ban on the use of all single-use consumer plastic; the ban is expected to reduce demand from manufacturers by about 4.5 million tons of plastic per year. The European Union ban on several single-use plastic products in its 27 member nations is set to take effect next year, as will a similar ban in Canada. In Africa, 34 countries already impose some restriction on single-use plastics.

A federal bailout for the U.S. oil-and-gas industry would only be a temporary splint for an already broken system, Muffett says. “What we’re seeing is that regardless of how it plays out in the medium term, in the long term, these businesses were already financially unsound, and no amount of government intervention is going to remedy that,” Muffett says. “This crisis is exposing just how weak the business models really were.”

But the American Chemistry Council says it is optimistic that countries with expanding middle classes will want more and more cheap plastics. They say the bans only affect a limited number of consumer plastic products, and they haven’t seen widespread implementation. Besides, plastic use in other sectors—like textiles and construction—is still growing. “I think long-term trends for plastic growth continue to remain very strong. We have a growing middle class around the world that is going to continue to demand plastic products,” says Keith Christman, managing director of plastics markets for ACC.

Tim Aubry—GreenpeacePlastic packaging on store shelves at a retailer in Virginia.

Right now, eight U.S. states have implemented their own bans on plastic bags, as have hundreds of individual towns and cities. But the plastics industry is now using public health concerns over the pandemic to try to roll back these bans; In the U.S., PLASTICS, a plastic industry association, sent a letter on March 18 to the Department of Health and Human Services, requesting a federal declaration in favor of single-use, disposable plastic bags as the “most sanitary choice,” despite evidence that the coronavirus can live on plastic surfaces up to three days, whereas evidence suggests that the virus does not survive as well on soft surfaces, like fabric.

The pushback appears to be working, at least in some places. On March 21, New Hampshire banned shoppers from bringing reusable bags to stores and ordered stores to use only new paper or plastic bags. Maine delayed implementing its bag ban, which was scheduled to begin on April 22.

Another plastics trade association, European Plastics Converters, recently requested that the European Commission lift all bans on single-use plastic items and delay its E.U.-wide ban by a year, arguing that its “hygienic properties” were the best choice to “safeguard consumers.” The E.U. has dismissed the request, although the U.K. has postponed implementing its ban on some plastic items until October, citing coronavirus.

As the Intercept notes, industry groups have pushed for plastic bans to be lifted in Turkey, Germany, and Italy as well. “We’re definitely seeing the plastic industry trying to use this as an opportunity to turn around the political discourse, which has been focused on limiting their use,” says Fredric Bauer, a postdoctoral fellow at Lund University in Sweden who studies the plastic industry. Plus, he says, while 40% of the plastics production sector is devoted to packaging, another 20% of plastic goes towards synthetic textiles. “Polyester is the single most common textile fiber used in the world. That’s not being regulated,” he says.

Meanwhile, a surge in demand for personal protective equipment (PPE) during the pandemic may result in a short-term spike in demand for certain plastics used in medical masks and gowns.

The Exxon example

In a presentation to investors in January, Neil Hansen, the vice president of energy giant ExxonMobil, said the company had lost $355 million on its chemicals business—which is dominated by plastics—in the fourth quarter of 2019. Overall, chemical earnings were down over 80% for the year, according to the presentation. Royal Dutch Shell reported similar losses in its chemicals business in the same quarter. An analyst with RBC Capital Markets told Reuters that the firm did “not expect a significant recovery” for the sector in 2020.

Exxon’s petrochemical losses coincided with its entrance into a precarious financial position. A few months before the investor presentation, Moody’s readjusted Exxon’s credit rating to “negative.” In 2019, ExxonMobil fell out of the S&P 500’s top-10 stocks for the first time since the index was launched in 1957.

The $355 million loss isn’t much for a business that made $14 billion in profits in 2019. But as Muffet, of the Center for International Environmental Law, points out, it may be a worrisome indicator of a larger trend. “This is a loss in a sector that was supposed to be a major driver in their future growth,” Muffett says.

Mark Abramson—The New York Times/ReduxA woman carries plastic bags in New York on Feb. 25, 2020.

Throughout the 2010s, the cost of producing new plastics was kept low in part because of subsidies long granted to the fossil fuel industry. In 2015, for example, 10.8% of Exxon’s revenues came from the “chemicals” arm of its business, which is chiefly plastics. But that same line of business accounted for more than 27% of its profits, because so many of its upfront costs were already taken care of. For example, the infrastructure to extract and refine the gas to make plastic was already in place—and heavily subsidized by the government.

Burning gas as soon as it comes out of the ground

Problems are now being felt all the way up the plastic supply chain, starting with the natural gas used to make plastic in the first place. The price of the fracked natural gas is so low that drillers can’t justify the cost of preparing it to be transported via pipelines, so many producers are simply burning it off on-site, in the form of flares normally meant to burn off excess gas in an emergency situation. In the Permian basin in Texas, one center of the U.S. fracking boom, the gas industry burned off an estimated 810 million cubic feet per day of natural gas in 2019, or almost enough to supply 5 million U.S. homes for one day, according to Rystad Energy, a Norway-based firm that analyzes flaring data.

That was in 2019. The value of natural gas has fallen further this year: The U.S. Energy Information Administration estimates that the price of the Henry Hub in Louisiana, the benchmark indicator for U.S. natural gas, will average $2.33 per million BTUs in 2020, 24 cents lower than the 2019 average of $2.57. As of April 30, the price was dramatically lower than that—$1.87 per million BTUs. The price hasn’t been above $1.91 since February.

“It’s a sad scenario in West Texas,” Eric Smith, associate director of the Tulane Energy Institute, told industry news outlet 1020 Industry Report earlier this month. “This is perfectly good natural gas, but it’s being flared. The price is so low that there’s no incentive for them to do anything else.”

As fracking activity freezes up, sand mines in Wisconsin have begun shutting down. The mines are one of the key suppliers to the fracking industry of the copious sand needed to “fracture” shale rock; the sand, along with water and a mix of chemicals, is forced down wells cut in the rock, which releases natural gas. Now, those Wisconsin sand mines are closing.

For now, it seems, the only way for the petrochemical industry to save itself is to try to rapidly expand demand for plastic products worldwide. One way to do that is to push back on plastic bans—as the industry is endeavoring to do. Another way is to increase the number of products wrapped in plastic in countries where plastic use is not already as widespread. The most obvious place to do that is in developing nations; whereas in the U.S. the demand for plastics hovered around 80 kilograms per person per year in 2015, the demand per person in India was just 9 kilograms. In Africa as a whole, it was only 6 kilograms. And because plastic is cheaper than any other alternative materials, barring strong anti-plastic laws, the industry is likely to find demand in these parts of the globe.

“The world is flooded with plastic already, and it seems that supply is going to continue to grow, and they will do everything they can to find markets for that output—especially if the whole oil industry is betting on petrochemicals and plastics to save their businesses,” says Bauer, from Lund University. “I’m afraid we’re going to drown in it.”

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