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nhlclover · 6 months

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wish you were sober pt.2 | mark estapa

summary: mark works up the courage to finally tell you his long kept feelings. part one here!

request: yes / no

warnings: the second part to a previous story, i recommend reading the first part before this one. semi proof read, couple instances of cursing, little bit of angst + fluff

a/n: sitting here pretending he didn't just get hurt yesterday😃 also sorry for lack of posting it’s midterms and i’ve got lots of school work so bear with me!

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It had been a full day and a half since you’d heard anything from Mark. Although you had told him off, saying you were done, you had hoped he would’ve come to some sort of senses sooner. You missed him. You missed having him in your life, to the point you wished you’d said nothing. You honestly would’ve rathered staying in your limbo of friendship as long as that meant keeping Mark in your life.

The past couple of days had been miserable for you as you were stuck in your dorm room, doing homework and getting ahead on readings. Normally, over a weekend, you would have a hockey game to go to. You’d watch Mark play, and hopefully watch Michigan win. But you couldn’t bring yourself to go to Saturday’s game, so you instead watched online from the comfort of your bed, missing Mark's hold.

When your phone buzzed, you’d expected a text from you and your friends' group chat. Your heart did a leap when you read Mark's name on your screen. A text from him asked if he could come over. You wondered if it was just going to be Mark pretending as if nothing happened, as per usual. The smart and right thing to do would be to say no or ignore his text. But the prospect of having Mark back, hanging out with him in your dorm again, made you blindly pick up your phone and agree, telling him to come over.

He was there within a few minutes, a soft knock signifying his arrival. When you opened the door, his appearance was not one you’d expected. His normal smile-dressed face, eyes lighting up with excitement even if it was just another normal day, was absent. He looked somber.

You stepped aside, allowing the boy to walk into your room. He sat in your desk chair, leaning back. The space was void of any words.

You stay by the door, wanting to maintain the distance between the two of you. You know that if you’re within reaching distance and you fall into his arms, Mark won’t need to say anything because you’ll succumb to his touch.

“How was your weekend?” He asks. It’s suddenly as you feared, with Mark brushing past what had happened on Friday.

You scoff at his question. “Uh, it was fine, Mark. I did some homework.” You answer bluntly.

Mark nodded, picking at the skin around his fingernails. “We had a game on Saturday. I was hoping you’d go, but I kind of figured you wouldn’t. We won. Four nothing. Rutger had this awesome play where-”

“What’re you doing here, Mark?” You cut him off.

He licks his lips, looking away from you. He’s silent as he looks out your window, the orange leaves slowly dropping from the tree just outside.

“I thought about what you said…on Friday.” He finally says.

Your mouth goes dry, anticipating what his next words will be. You figure it goes one of two ways; he tells you he feels the same way or he tells you he doesn’t feel the same way and it’s the end of your friendship as you know it. You pray it’s the first.

“I was a douche.” He says. “I like you. I do. I really do.”

His words seem sincere but you don’t feel wholly convinced. “You said that, Mark.” You say. “But I don’t know if I believe you.”

“I understand that, but please try to.” He says softly. You stay silent, going to sit on your bed, giving Mark the chance to speak.

“Okay…I’ve liked you for a while now. Like, last homecoming, y’know?”

You do know. It was the first time he’d kissed you.

“That…that was…sober thoughts becoming drunk actions,” Mark says. “Y’see I liked you a lot but I was scared…I didn’t know what to do. So when I got drunk, I wasn’t scared anymore so I just kissed you. And then the next morning, I was sober and the fear was back.” “Okay but Mark, I don’t understand what you were scared of. You say.

“I was scared you wouldn’t reciprocate, y/n.” He says.

You can’t help but chuckle at his reasoning. “Why would you think that? I did reciprocate.”

Mark bows his head, shrugging his shoulders. “Y/n… you’ve been in my life for too long. If I fucked up our friendship…I don’t know what I’d do.”

You run your hands over your face, processing his words.

“And you’re you! I mean, y/n, you’ve always been this straight-A student, and you’re so god-damn smart and I’m a fucking fourth liner with more penalty minutes than shots on net.” Mark says, chuckling as he reaches the end of his sentence.

“Mark…” You say. You finally lock eyes with him, his brimming with tears. You hop off your bed, standing in front of him.

“And I’m not trying to give excuses I’m just trying to explain why the hell I’ve been the way that I am.” He tells you.

You reach forward, running your hand through his hair. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in. His hands find the back of your thighs, his head resting on your stomach. The pair of you stay there momentarily, holding one another close.

“Y/n?” Mark finally says. You pull back slightly, looking at Mark. “I want you. I want to be with you. Please.”

He pulls you down so you’re sat on his right knee. “If you’ll have me.” He adds.

You chuckle, bringing a hand to his cheek. Mark doesn’t hesitate to close the space, pressing his lips against yours. The comfort of his lips swaddles you as his hands grip your hips to hold you on his lap. The lack of sloppiness his sober kiss brings realizes the truth of his words. You’ve also known Mark since grade school and you’ve come to recognize when Mark is being genuine and not. And right now you have no doubt in your mind of how genuine he is.

When you break apart, you wipe away a stray tear that had escaped Mark's eye. “So, you’ve liked me since last year?”

“Maybe more like high school…” Mark says.

“High school? You’ve been hiding this since high school?” You ask.

“Yeah, well you didn’t like me then!” Mark defended.

You chuckle, brushing back a piece of hair that fell over his face. “Honey, I’ve liked you since the day you destroyed my sandcastle in the sandbox.”

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl #hockey #umich imagine #university of michigan

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highropoios · 10 months

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How do I explain that while—yes—Greeks do exist, the vast majority (and of course I’m including the diaspora) either (a) don’t care about, or (b) even know modern Hellenic polytheism is practiced today.

I agree with the base sentiment that “when engaging with Greek culture (ancient or modern), it is good to be aware of + respectful towards Greek people.” That’s awesome! 👍🏻 It's so awesome that I encourage applying this same sentiment to all other cultures you’re able / invited to engage with! :)

That same base sentiment can be and has been twisted into a pretzel and salted with straight-up ethnonationalism, though.

Be aware of + respectful towards Greeks when engaging with Greek culture. But also be aware of the fact that there are ethnonationalists running in Hellenic polytheist spaces.

They will twist seemingly innocuous ideas in order to declare indigeneity and primacy over Greek culture. They will deny Greeks their ethnicity because—according to them—“true Greeks can’t be Christian/Muslim/Jewish/mixed/etc.” And they will deny non-Greeks the opportunity to engage with the culture, especially if it’s in a way that even slightly diverges from their very sad idea of ““““true”””” Hellenism.

Being aware and informed goes hand-in-hand with being respectful.

#highropoios posts #Helpol #Hellenic polytheist #Hellenic polytheism #Hellenic pagan #Hellenic paganism #Hellenic reconstructionist #Hellenic reconstructionism #Hellenic revivalist #Hellenic revivalism #Hellenic culture #Greek culture #Hellenism #Hellenismos

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sprite-writes-fanfic · 4 months

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Random Caesar Zeppeli Headcanons

CW: Just some general headcanons and some fluff with a hint of sappy-ness and a little bit of spice. Bro does not die here (because I said so), he gets to live a long and happy life here. :,)

• Gonna come right out of the gate with this one, this fucker has to have kids.

• He of course he doesn’t really know about them because dude doesn’t stick around long with the ladies he’s fuckin’ with.

• He has to have a few kids, and honestly, even if he didn’t, he had siblings, and I’m surprised there wasn’t at least another Zeppeli in the JoJo universe, much less part 5. I feel like one of the Mista or Bruno are the more likely to be in the possible Zeppeli bloodline.

• Moving on from that, I feel like Caesar gives some pretty awesome hugs. Man has the arms and body for it.

• Though I think his body is more naturally cold, and he uses that to his advantage.

• Imagine just chilling and reading a book and he puts his hand on the back of your neck, yeah, he’s THAT guy. He’s friends with Joseph what do you expect?/lh

• Despite being very close friends with Joseph, he’s obviously more of the gentleman out of the two. Yeah he has his moments where he’ll play with you, but he’s not on dick level with Joseph.

• He cannot handle being flirted with, like he’s supposed to be the rizz master here guys—

• He’s usually the flirt, yes, but him being flirted with?? He would not know what to do. He’d get really flustered and just kinda stare a moment, trying to figure out how you’re able to make HIM flustered.

• But despite all that, would treat you like royalty. He’s a great guy and treasures somebody he would actually love and would want to settle down with, which would take awhile but hey, good husband, he’d make you a good spaghetti dinner.

• Once you guys finally get settled, be prepared, he wants a rather large family.

• He’s used to having a lot of siblings and he enjoyed it himself! He’d love that for his own family.

• Either having your own or adopting, or hell even doing both, he cherishes each and everyone of those kids to no-ends, those kids are his life. (Aside from you of course <3)

• I can imagine him getting a really big bed, not only because he’s a big guy, but also for the kids who are too afraid to sleep on their own. And for how many kids you agreed on having, you’ll need the extra space.

• Every anniversary or Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day/Father’s Day, etc, Caesar is taking you out to celebrate. Usually it’s going out to dinner somewhere fancy, but if you’re insistent, you guys could always go somewhere more fun.

• Usually by the end of the night you’d guys make love to finish it off. 👹

Alright, that’s all I have, when I have more ideas I’ll write them down. Focusing more on JoJo writing this time guys. :3

#jjba #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #fanfiction #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #caesar zeppeli #jjba caesar #caesar zeppeli x reader #Caesar Zeppeli headcanons #headcanon #jjba headcanons #Caesar Zeppeli x you #caesar x reader #fanfic #sprite writes

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chloessleepystories · 8 months

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Chocolate Fog

Mind control, Drugged, Male/Female, Male Dominant

This was sparked by a patron's three-word prompt: Airplane. Eyes. Chocolate.

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The setting sun was glaring through the little airplane window, so Amber, squinting, lowered the shade halfway. She was a pretty white girl in her early 20s, blonde, with a thin sweater stretched over generous breasts. Her seatmate had noticed them – noticed her beauty – but hadn't been creepy about it, and she appreciated that. They were only an hour into their 4-hour flight, and she didn't want to feel creeped out the whole time.

He seemed like a gentleman. Older man, with dusky skin and a trim white beard. Dr Suresh or something like that, he'd said, with just a hint of an accent, as he'd smiled and exchanged pleasantries before takeoff. She got a warm feeling from him – partly from his nice smile, partly from his rich, deep, soothing voice, but mostly from his eyes – they sparkled with warmth and mischief, and there seemed to be golden flecks in those kindly, chocolate-brown eyes.

The snacks and drinks trolley was coming down the aisle. She found she was really looking forward to that little packet of peanuts. She pulled down the little tray, moving her paperback to the empty seat beside her. How fun air travel was! And how cool that the flight wasn't fully booked, so she had room to spread out. Dr Suresh had spread out too – he'd laid a small case on the seat between them when he first sat down. So that was nice – a shared space, but also a buffer.

She ordered her peanuts and a Diet Coke from the nice stewardess.

"There you go. And for you, sir?"

"A scotch and soda, please. Neat."

"That's all?"

"That is all. Thank you. Oh – a blanket, perhaps, when you have the chance."

Amber leaned over, once the stewardess had moved on. "No peanuts? I think the peanuts are my favorite part. For some reason, peanuts on a plane just taste better than peanuts anywhere else!"

He chuckled in his throat, as she giggled. "This is true. Perhaps someone should do a study as to why. Me, I do not need them, for I bring my own snacks." He patted the small sample case between them. "The finest chocolate bars no one has heard of – yet. New, from my company."

"Wait – you make chocolate?? That's awesome! What are you, Willy Wonka?" He laughed again at her little joke. She liked his laugh. "Wait a second, I thought you said earlier you were a scientist?"

"This is indeed true. I am a scientist," he said, and his eyes twinkled. "There is a lot of science that goes into making good candy. Did you know this?"

He was already opening the case, so she decided he didn't mind talking about it. "So what's special about it?"

The bars were packaged more like an extra thick Hershey bar than a Snickers or 3 Musketeers – a dark-brown sleeve around a foil wrapper. The sleeve said "Chocolate Fog."

"Our chocolate is made from a very special bean just recently discovered deep in the Amazon rainforest," he said in his rich, melodic voice. "Its flavor is unlike any other kind of chocolate previously tasted outside of Peru. In our labs, it goes through a special process designed to enhance its unique properties, until we arrive at what I believe is the best chocolate bar ever created."

He peeled open one end of one bar to show it was segmented. He broke off a chunk and held it out. "You will have a taste, and you will agree, yes?"

Well, how could she refuse free chocolate? She popped the thick square in her mouth, and her eyes lit up at the explosion of taste on her tongue. "Mmmm! It's so rich, and ... nutty? But also there's a softness, like ... almost a little nougat in there?"

"That is what gives it its ‘fog,' I believe," he murmured. "That airy quality."

"It's amazing!" she said, and drooled a little speaking around a mouthful of chocolate. "Could I ... Could I have a little more?"

"You may have the whole bar, dear lady," he said, and the golden flecks in his eyes sparkled as he smiled. "I have plenty more ..."

Half an hour later, the plane interior was much darker. The sun had finished setting, and people were dozing, or watching movies with their headphones. Only a few overhead pinpoint lights lit up the interior gloom.

Amber had a tummy full of chocolate. She'd finished the bar in a surprisingly short time, and had been allowed to devour a second too. Now, she leaned back in her seat, feeling the gentle rocking of the plane and hearing its dull roar, and feeling ... lulled. Lulled into a repose.

Lull, lull, lull. What a funny word, she thought. Lol. Lull. Lulllllled ...

She looked over at Dr Suresh, with a dopey smile and lidded, glazed eyes. "Thasss so good ..." she whispered. "Bess chocklit ever ... It makes me, like, happy ..."

The chocolate taste coated the inside of her mouth. It felt like was coating her brain, too, which was sluggish. Thoughts were moving slowly through the rich, chocolatey fog in her head.

"I am very glad to hear that," said her seatmate. "You look like you are enjoying it thoroughly."

He raised his armrest and, moving his sample case and the blanket he'd gotten from the stewardess, slid into the seat beside her.

"I am always interested in learning more about the special properties of these special beans. So I do enjoy finding more test subjects. Tell me – and please be honest, this is for posterity – how do you feel?"

She giggled, quietly. "I feel ssoooo goooood ..." she whispered. "Like, rosy! Like no worries, no stress, all the tension I was feeling in my body that I didn't even know I was carrying, has melted away! Like every cell in my body has gone on a happy lil vacation!!!"

"Well, that does sound delightful," he said, making a few notes on a small pad.

"Whadid you ssay was in there?"

"A mild sedative to slow the limbs, dopamines and opioids that produce a gentle euphoria, similar to being pleasantly intoxicated. Some components of the bean that inhibit activity in the prefrontal cortex and make you highly suggestible, that we have ... enhanced. And of course some pretty damn good chocolate."

He smiled, and his teeth seemed to shine in the dim light of the plane interior. She could see his eyes glittering, almost like a cat's.

"... Huhh?" she slurred. There was a bit of chocolate-brown drool at one corner of her mouth. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on him.

"Now," he went on. "Here's my question. I know the chocolate makes you happy. Makes you dopey. And it sometimes can be addictive. What I don't know is ..." And he leaned closer. "Does the chocolate make you horny?"

She blinked, and focused a little bit, looking deeply into his eyes. "H-horny?"

"Yes. You can feel it now, can't you? You can feel the rich, melting pleasure coursing through you, from your tongue up to your brain, and down through your whole body ... Melting away your inhibitions, covering your objections with flavor and pleasure." She was captivated by his eyes, dancing and sparkling. She hardly had to listen to his words. "The chocolate fog fills your whole body, making your nipples erect, yes? Your tummy tingle. Your arms and legs are like lead, heavy with the weight of their happiness, and your pussy ... oh, your pussy is singing, and buzzing, drinking in the rich, chocolatey heat. It's getting so aroused, so needy. Why, if you think about it – and it is hard to think, isn't it? – but if you think about it, you can feel your whole body, and all your mind, melting into your needy, foggy pussy. If only you could lift your arms, you would be desperate to pinch your nipples. Desperate to rub your clit. As it is, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, around that heat, that aching need ... Isn't that right? You're squeezing right now, aren't you?"

She couldn't look away from his eyes. She could barely blink. Her eyes were watering. She nodded. Her whole body was consumed with hunger – no longer for chocolate, but for sex. For carnal pleasure. For cock. Yes! She needed to be filled with cock! That's what she craved now!!

She whimpered, quietly, in that dozing, dark plane filled with unknowing passengers, staring into the eyes of her kindly seatmate.

He moved the blanket over her lap without breaking eye contact, and pressed his hand into her crotch under its cover. He raised her skirt and stroked a finger along the moist heat of her panties-covered mound. She moaned and twitched, her mouth falling open, staring into his eyes.

"Please ..." she whispered. "Please, I'm so horny ..."

"My only question," he said, smiling directly into her eyes, "is whether you would have gotten so horny if I hadn't suggested it. Did I implant that thought into your suggestible brain? Or does the chocolate actually make you horny by itself?"

He moved her panties aside, and stuck a finger deep into her wetness. Her eyes filled silently with gratitude, already dreaming how she wanted to spend the whole weekend with him, letting his fingers and his cock and his chocolate do everything he wanted to with her.

"Every time, I tell myself I'm going to just wait and see," he went on, stroking her sex, already bringing her close to her first mind-breaking orgasm. "I won't say a word, just observe. But every time ... well ... I can't help it. I tell you how good your body feels. And it does."

She grasped his strong arm in both her little hands, and gasped in ecstasy, trying to be as quiet as possible and mostly succeeding.

"Six times now, and every time, I ruin the experiment. I just can't stop talking! It is a failing. I am a bad scientist."

He grinned.

"But you forgive me ... Don't you?"

And his eyes sparkled.

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ejunkiet · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

tagged by the wonderful @autisticempathydaemon (chrissy my beloved <33 also you HAVE to let me know if you start writing for castleaudios >:3)

tagging - you, reading this!! also (no pressure!): @dominimoonbeam @glassbearclock @taelonsamada @romirola @lovelylonerliterature @genginger @ninzied @evilbunnyking @nerdierholler @commander-krios @chroniclesinlacuna @kesla @mordinette @garglyswoof @nagia-pronounced-neijia

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

oh god, 128! but this is an underestimate, because i've anon'd some older fics/fandoms hehehe. i've been 'round ao3 since 2012!

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

498,649... now this is actually accurate. 300k of that is from 2020 until now. basically the pandemic got me on a writing kick.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

SO MANY. 19 according to ao3, but right now? baldurs gate & redacted audios >:3 there is another halsin fic in the works...

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh god. okay. you'll get some older fics here: 1. got me on my best (bad) behaviour 2. Call me scent o' mental, but I'm crazy about you (teen wolf....) 3. all bark, no bite 4. devils and ghosts (frank castle / karen page!! love this one heh) 5. sweeter than honey (ofc halsin makes it ahaha)

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES. there are only a few exceptions, when I've written something that touches close to home / a sensitive topic.

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmm...bittersweet endings were my wheelhouse for a long time. OKAY. let's do this one: too little, too late. caroline forbes and klaus mikaelson, set at the end of the originals. yeah.

7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

....nowadays, I mostly write happier endings sadhfjk lets go with: bioluminescence, which follows on from the events of blood moon (@/barbwrites) and takes marco on a roadtrip to see luminescent algae up close and personal. (it's a loveletter to a summer I spent in california during a really difficult period of my life, and this fic means a lot to me <3)

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

I've not gotten hate, but I've definitely had some interesting comments over the years, for a variety of reasons, usually to do with the person's personal views. (one story had the main character smoking pot to calm their anxiety, and someone was not happy with that)

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

YEP. Smut with feelings is my FAVOURITE thing. I prefer sensual descriptions, because it is all about feelings and sensations with me. as an ace writer, I also like kink and monster fuckery heheheh.

10 - Do you write crossovers?

Not at all ahahahaha. Have I ever written a crossover? I don't think so. I love AUs though, and pacific rim AUs are one of my favourite concepts in fandom.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, and it was teen wolf, and honestly not one of my best. it was a hatchet job, they took random paragraphs and spliced it / wrote around it? someone flagged it to me in a comment, and it was taken down. all in all, a very weird experience.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but gosh, that'd be cool! <- stealing from lexi, agreed, would be awesome <3

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

YES. It was FUN. It was a series of conversations between an estranged father and son, Colm and Milo Greer, with the incredibly talented @frenchiefitzhere (also tagging you for this meme!!). it's still one of my favourite things: An Honest Man Like Yourself

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

ALL TIME FAVOURITE? How dare you. I love all my ships afjkdsfg Shakarian is pretty high up there. Kastle (karen page/ frank castle). All the werewolves from redacted. <3

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

ahhhh. okay. 'wander. wonder.' my poly longfic. don't hate me, but honestly, I've just not got the space for a longfic at the moment. never say never, but I've caught up with the chapters I had worked up, everything else is a vague outline. <3

16 - What are your writing strengths?

oof. I want to say character. most of the fun for me when writing is getting inside a characters head and figuring out their voice >:3

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Structuring longer, multi-chaptered stories - basically figuring out the pacing of it. I'm working on an original project, and I love it, but the first series of major edits will be breaking up my alternating POV sections into proper chapter breaks and letting myself linger more in moments instead of pushing forward (habits of a oneshot writer fdsds)

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've been meaning to have my estonian friend critique my estonian, but I'm pretty positive the 'bond' I referred to is actually the money kind, and not the emotional attachment I'd been hoping to refer to hfjdkssfdg. I do as much research as I can, but it's best to run it past someone who speaks the language!

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

hehehehe naruto. yep. I was a naruto kid. first posted online in 2007......

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

WHAT A QUESTION. honestly, I love what I have been writing the last three years. I've really let myself just write what I want to read, and it's been great. i'm going to cheat, and say the original project I'm working on that I won't let anyone see heheheh. <3 it's got werewolves, kink and explicit consent, and spun out a whole verse for me to play with (and a fun MMF sidestory that I also need to finish...)

gods this got LONG. Thank you for making it this far!! <3

#ask games #ask memes #tmi #i'm nearly finished with the first half of the original project #ropes and fangs #THEN I will let people read it xD #it will still get longer - I write a little concisely. bad habits from focusing on oneshots for so long #it's been a great learning experience #and really - I love the characters #andreas and olivia beloveds <3

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beanghostprincess · 2 months

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Thinking about the “Usopp loves Darkwing Duck and Sanji loves Card Captor Sakura” thing from ages ago and now I’m imagining them going trough the hardest challenge a weeabo and a western animation geek can go trough: moving in together.

All the merchandise, the prints, the commissions they gave years ago and the buttons from various cons, it’s an actual nightmare for both of them to somehow try and find space for everything. Sanji hates Funko Pops with a passion, Usopp loves them. Sanji has a giant body pillow of some random anime girl and Usopp feels inadequate. The biggest issue however arrives when they try and decide where Sanjis collection of ero figurines is supposed to go. Sorry not sorry but you KNOW he has some of them. It’s actually not as bad as Usopp expected at first but it’s still a challenge to find a place for them because Usopp does NOT want them in the bedroom like Sanji used to have in his bachelor pad

They actually get into a heated argument at one point while they are running on coffee and lack of sleep. “OH YES IT WAS SOOOOO IMPORTANT TO YOU TO HAVE A SPACE FOR YOUR CRAFTS BUT NOOOO DONT LET YOUR BOYFRIEND HAVE SPACE FOR HIS STUFF AT ALL!” “FUNNY YOU SAY THAT, BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONE FLIPPING OUT BECAUSE I JUST NEED MY BIG TITTED CATGIRL FIGURINE TO LUST OVER IN THE HALLWAY FOR EVERYONE TO SEE!” “*GASP* DONT TALK ABOUT HIBIKI-CHAN LIKE THAT!!”

They don’t talk to each other for what feels like ages (Twi hours maximum) and they finally make up when the guilt gets too much. They both compromise on each selling a few of the things they aren’t as invested in, Sanji agrees to move a few of his more risqué figures to a space where he gets to see them but they can easily be hidden if visitors come over, some of the more decent ones like the pinup one of a lady in the bathtub actually are tame enough to be put in a more open spot even Usopp has to admit (plus her sitting on the bathroom shelf surrounded by both of their soaps and haircare products looks quite cute actually). Usopp keeps most of the Funkos on his work desk at Sanjis request. It’s the nerdiest home ever with some clashing aesthetics but they make it work trough the power of love and because both of them are creative people who can incorporate that into their home space.

… also Usopp has started a game where he will just randomly replace his boyfriends figurines and wait for his boyfriend to notice. Like elf on the shelf but more elaborate and with anime or cartoon figurines. Currently Sakura is being carried away by a bunch of Pikmins in the shoe closet. Sanji has noticed she’s gone but hasn’t said anything because that’s not how the game works. He’s supposed to find her and then yell “GODDAMNIT SAKURA!” Before carrying her back to her spot…. He’s already planning his move though and has decided he’s gonna try and put Grunkle Stan in a glass of water in the freezer with a single lone ice Pikmin guarding him.

This is the realest, most accurate thing in the whole world. They'd move in together but they'd be a mess. They have... Very different tastes when it comes to games/shows and they obviously can't decide what to do with the space they have.

But! They also have things in common. The thing is... They like the content in different ways.

Usopp has a huge Alphonse figure. Beautiful. Next to his Gurren Lagann figurines and so, so many robots. So many mechas. He has the three Gravity Falls diaries. All the Ducktales comics. Darkwing Duck was just the start because he's also a huge DC fan and has so much Batman merch. He's got this extremely awesome replica of Junpei's sword from P3. Everything is high quality and he's very, very careful with his merch. He has his own fanarts in a sketchbook and nobody is allowed to touch his games and his consoles. From Play Station to all types of Nintendos. He has so many damn Funko Pops of everything. Typical "For the last time, Sanji, I keep them inside the box because the box is also part of the merch what aren't you understanding-". Not to mention that he's a huge Lord of The Rings fan and he definitely plays D&D and he's also a botanist so you can only imagine how their house looks like-- So many plants-- Forest aesthetic. Except their front door that looks exactly like the Tardis because Usopp was dying to do that ever since he was a kid, and when he showed Sanji the show he fell in love with it and let him do it.

Sanji likes the same stuff but he has a very explicit Lust figure. Next to his adorable Nia and Yoko figurines and so so so so so many cute simple merch. Like keychains and stickers. I am 100% sure Sanji has Gravity Falls pajamas and Ducktales too that nobody but Usopp knows about. I think one of the only man figurines he has is a Starlord one and maybe Shazam merch, but he's more of a Superman type of guy. He saw Lois Lane and fell in love with her instantly. He has a Mitsuru figurine riding her bike and one of Chidori and Junpei he doesn't let anybody touch. That's precious to him. He asks Usopp to draw him stuff and that's why Usopp is always late to his commissions because his boyfriend suddenly wants to be drawn next to Senshi cooking. Sanji doesn't like Funkos but he does like Nendoroids and Usopp hates it because they're so fucking expensive and Sanji is always crying in the background ("But- But-" / "Sanji, we've talked about this-" / "But this little Miku is so cute!"). Sanji also plays videogames but he's more of an Animal Crossing/Cooking Mama/Stardew Valley type of guy. So many Dating Sims, too. Also the Sims, he loves that.

Their bookshelf is a mix between shoujos and so so many shonens but mostly cooking books and artbooks. So many DC comics too. I feel like both of them prefer DC tbh, Usopp is just Batman and Sanji likes Superman and instead of fighting about it they just admit they're really gay for each other. They do watch Marvel movies, though. Sanji really, really, really likes Spider-man and it's funny because he has arachnophobia and he cannot watch the damn movies without shaking when a spider shows up-- Usopp has Miles' jacket and Nikes I am so so sure. While Sanji probably has a Gwen poster in his room.

They argue a lot when it comes to how to use the space they have but!! Sometimes Sanji walks out of their room to make breakfast with Usopp's Batman t-shirt. And sometimes Usopp uses Sanji's Kero themed hair ties to tie his hair. And... They wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

They're also the type to watch/play anything together and go "Hey they're just like us fr" so now they have their house full of ship merch because those ships remind them of them,,, Those are the true romantic gestures.

Edit: Forgot to say Sanji has all of Taylor Swift's CDs and Vinyls and he's a very intense swiftie that makes Usopp wake up at ungodly hours to hear the new albums, while Usopp is like "I guess she's okay??? She's alright idk" because he literally only listens to movie/game soundtracks, indie shit and Cavetown. They both listen to Vocaloid though that is true. I was there. Project Sekai players that's what they are (Sanji does it for the cute girls but ends up staying because the characters are a bit too relatable and Usopp just really likes rhythm games)

#okay but i want to live in their house :(#i was projecting the whole time lmao i love all of this i want to live there let me in let me in #modern sanuso is my fav thing they wouldn't stop arguing about these things #everyone in sanji's restaurant: omg he's so mysterious and cool the chef is so cute i am sure he's got a very nice place #sanji when he comes back home: MY DEAREST LOOK I BOUGHT THIS 7000€ HATSUNE MIKU OFFICIAL FIGURINE NOW WE WON'T EAT FOR A WEEK BUT IT'S OKAY #i wholeheartedly believe he cannot be trusted around money when it comes to fictional pretty girls #usopp is the same bc you give him the chance to buy an official artbook and he spends all of his money on that #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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I have to say that your post on Deku peddling a lot of casual homophobia and toxic masculinity across the manga, was really interesting and eye-opening. I mostly agree with you, except the part about bkdk supposedly being the endgame for this particular arc. I've had similar thoughts about how gender and sexuality is portrayed in MHA, for quite a while, but the conclusion I always came to, was more along the lines of "Reject Masculinity; Embrace Lesbianism". As I've just stumbled upon this blog, I must therefore ask: how do you feel about transbian Deku hcs?

Oh it’s so fun! Trans lesbian deku is awesome, I love all trans hc’s so much.

Unfortunately though, I am also a bkdk shipper and my opinions in that post are about my genuine thoughts that, yes, deku is a cisgender gay man, and there’s no real problem with that. Welcome to my blog though!

A lot of my posts do focus on bkdk and togachako (while mainly togachako for the past couple of months), so that’s just your fair warning! If you aren’t into that it’s like… kind of impossible to avoid that shipping on my blog. I often post fanart and metas/shitposts that focus on those two ships solely.

And I will say, I feel like the notion of “rejecting masculinity”, especially as a trans masculine person myself, does often fall down anti trans rhetoric and spaces, as lesbianism and masculinity aren’t even necessarily contrasting things to be. NB is an identity that can be stretched so far into so many spaces that it’s kind of hard to reject masculinity OR femininity without well… falling into exclusion.

I’m not sure if that’s what you mean though, however I do enjoy most if not all trans hc’s because they are amazing and so interesting when people really dive into a characters internalized issues having to do with that identity. Transgenderism is so maleable and can easily apply to so many different types of characters, even giving them a deeper sense of depth.

Canonically though, I think I like Izuku how he is. Because everyone has issues, and while cis men have obviously had a lot of stories where they are the center of attention, told from their perspective, Izuku is unique in his own right; because how often do we really see a short, androgynous, emotionally expressive, cis male character deal with things like the insecurity of crying, the unknown of if your identity (if it really is your identity) will be accepted in spaces where you have been pushed to be with, from your perspective, a platonic female friend? Because yes, izuku WAS bullied—rather indirectly with Katsuki sure—but the little comments made about being a crybaby, being creepy, being weak, they all build up. They build and build until, hey, the bully isn’t there anymore. In fact, the bully is you.

And really, I see why people don’t necessarily pick up on Izuku of all people having masculinity issues. When the viewer sees a momma’s boy who’s relatively soft and empathetic, they register someone who vaguely understands themself. They see him be self sacrificial and think, “that’s a man who goes against masculine stereotypes, so obviously he doesn’t struggle with fitting into the stereotype himself!” Because it’s not what we’re usually shown in our every day media.

A man with masculinity issues is someone who is SUPER masculine—he’s super buff, he screams a lot, he has anger issues, he—oh wait I’m describing Katsuki.

Yet, in reality, Katsuki actually DOESNT! Not as much as Izuku does anyway. In middle school? Sure, most definitely. He registered weakness and refused to accept himself, therefore his masculinity. The anger issues build and build on each other… except for the fact that we’re forgetting the key here.

Katsuki grew up.

Katsuki HAD to grow up because the way he expressed these anger issues (that I will say, izuku also shares, the crying is literally a symptom of that in a lot of cases) was much more prevalent. It stopped him from truly growing, and when he was humbled he was able to see all the mistakes he was making. And slowly but surely, he apologized. He sacrificed. He started to really, truly, care.

He always cared of course, seeing as he cared enough to try to stop deku from getting into UA, because he thought he was a threat. Hell, after the entrance exam at their first day of UA, he genuinely thought Izuku had enough heroics in him to make it past the entrance exam! He didn’t think Izuku even NEEDED a quirk to get in. He’s always believed in him.

Was that expressed through his insecurities? Yes, because he was a dumb 15 year old.

But now that he knows he cares, that’s allowed him to reflect on himself, and on Izuku.

Izuku ofc will change, he will grow up, he will get that character development, but he has to have that realization that, oh, Katsuki really won’t hate him for anything. Ever.

Whether Izuku has internalized homophobia simply because Katsuki isn’t a girl, or because he’s afraid of Katsuki’s rejection at Izuku’s weirdness, well, I guess that’s up to your interpretation.

Mine is personally on the second side though.

#and like. Katsuki is such an Integral part to WHY Izuku expresses his feelings the way he does #because again #izuku is a circus #and Katsuki is the audience #there’s no reading Izuku’s character and especially not this aspect without. well. reading his feelings about Katsuki as well.#they’re kind of two sides of the same coin #if you want to know WHY I believe the things I do then I think I have some metas labeled for that reason #bkdk

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I recognize that the f/f vs m/m slap fight is pointless and a stupid way of creating division between queer people but ooooo it gets under my skin. It's fine actually if people, esp. lesbians and sapphics who are into f/f content feel underrepresented in fandom because they often ARE. I don't agree with blaming m/m creators, it's not their fault at all, but it's also valid to feel like sapphic content can be hard to find because it's often outnumbered ten to one in most fandoms. This issue largely stems from the lack of complex female characters in a lottt of media with big fandoms, which is not the fault of m/m shippers, but the original creators. There is also a case to be made that stories about women tend to get less attention than media about dudes, which is a larger, cultural problem that isn't specific to fandom but rather a symptom of a patriarchal society, so they don't have a chance to build the fandoms of male dominated media. We are finally starting to learn that straight white guys are not actually the default person, so I have a lot of faith that this issue will change with the times.

This is part of the reason I will always be a supporter of genderbending or transing characters or making your own ocs. If there aren't the type of character you want to see in the media you like, just say fuck it and change it. Characters are entirely fake and can be bent to your will. Once you get over that hurdle, suddenly everything can be about lesbians if you want.

It's absolutely understandable to feel like no one gets you and no one else feels the things you feel, but someone else does and it may just take a little digging to find it, and if you can't find it, make it! Yes it's awesome to eat the cake that someone else makes, but you can't simply pout your way into other people making cake for you. The audience for f/f content is undeniably smaller than the audience for m/m content, but there are so many passionate and creative people making sapphic cakes, and once you find them, it feels fantastic. And who knows, maybe YOU'LL make the thing that gets someone else to start loving f/f ships. If you're not an artist or writer, you can still talk to them about their ideas and support their work or hey even commission them to make exactly what you want to see in the world! What a great way to help your favorite artists and writers make more of the things you love to see.

TL:DR I just think it's very odd for a space predominantly inhabited by queer people and women to get so reactionary when people express dissatisfaction with the amount and quality of representation, even in the niche of fandom. Also cook your own food and find people to nerd out with.

#WOW I had a lot more to say about this than I thought I did #queer solidarity #4 eva #slap fighting #Do I think there's internalized misogyny in fandom? absolutely but I don't want to kick that hornets nest #mlm #wlw #f/f #m/m #ships #fandom things #fandom culture #haikyuu #star wars #lesbians

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I saw your post about Saga and I 100% agree. I love her character so much and was so happy they avoided stereotypes AND gave her agency. She wasn't there just to save Alan (the horrid magical black person troupe was avoided) she was there for people who meant something to her and they just so happen to work together by the end. Remedy truly wrote a fascinating character and got a great actress to portray her. I'm glad the hate died out from the reactionaries but the apathy from the fandom is just as bad sometimes. I love her personality and I honestly love AnderCase as a ship and incorporating Saga into ships (AndercasexWake is a thing for me lol). I also like them as friends, their dynamic is so damn good I want to see them in future games. However, I gave up writing Andercase because people just ignore it most of the time. The fandom in general kind of feels isolating if you don't like the standard ships/characters. It's discouraging and sad and makes it hard to want to post. I tried again and of course the fic did poorly so I don't bother, reminds me how little people want anything to do with Saga. Even general fics would be awesome if people are squicked by het or don't like Saga and Casey as a ship. The fan space for her and ships/dynamics with her is so small...Drawing her is scary too given someone was attacked over it, so that worries me too and I kind of backed away. There's barely anything of Saga in any fanworks and when women are involved they gravitate to Rose and in some cases Estevez (the Yakuza mod just broke my heart they did not think to add Saga before Rose who has less time and at a point people shipped Casey with Estevex BEFORE Saga like WHAT). I know that struggle you're feeling. Saga and anything with her is a footnote and I know it's not malicious but it sucks. Fandom favoritism does not help, even in the smallness of Saga fandom content only a handful are seen and the rest ignored. I've been there and seen it, it pushes newcomers away. I hope this gets better in the future but not holding my breath. Love Remedyverse/Remedy but the fandom space depresses me which sucks because everyone seems nice to me, just...sorry for the rambling. Just saw a post that resonated with my frustrations.

Do you know the thing that gets me the most about Saga? She was created by a white man. And he, along with the other writers, made SURE to avoid the stereotypes we usually get in black women protags, especially in video games. She has a power, yes, but she's not using it solely to save one person. She doesn't even know she HAS a power until halfway through the game!

She wants to save her daughter first and foremost and then Casey, she tells Alan this point-blank, save my daughter and Casey, non-negotiable, she's NOT helping him otherwise. And you can see that as selfish, but it's not, if it had JUST been herself thrown into the story? She would've been FINE with it, you see her getting more and more excited about the case. She's intrigued EVERY step of the way. It only becomes personal when Alan has the audacity to use Logan and Casey, that's her line in the sand.

Melanie puts so much into making Saga come alive, because as amazing as the writing is, she could've still fallen into the sassy black woman trope, and Melanie doesn't let that happen. I think the ONLY criticism you can give her is that her accent slips, but I really never noticed it. I agree that I'm glad the hate from the dumbass gamer bros, but like you said, the apathy can be just as bad, it's a choice to not say the quiet part outloud.

I genuinely wish they'd just say, she's a black woman, therefore, I'm not interested in her. I only care about the white men. At least be HONEST about it, instead of raving about how fun it was to play as Saga and she's so badass but not backing it up with actions.

I love Andercase with every fiber of my being. I loved them from their first scene, despite knowing she was married to somebody else. Casey is Saga's support, you see her loving to crack her puns to Casey, she even thinks of one and saves it to memory solely to tell it to Casey. Not Logan, not David, but Casey.

They mirror each other, again from their first scene, drinking coffee at the same time. A trait they keep, even as the horror story creeps closer. Casey wouldn't be even a little bit interesting to me if he wasn't paired with Saga. He's the moon and she's the sun.

I'm so sorry you were discouraged to write and post about Andercase, even just as besties. Because their dynamic IS gold, and it echoes even when they're separated. The second Kiran shows up and kicks Saga off the case, she gets over it, fine, she'll deal, but help her find her partner, damnit! I've enjoyed fics where they are just besties, the ones that ACTUALLY focus on them and, you know, doesn't make Saga the driving force for CaseyWake and nothing else.

I think that's one of the reasons it's hard for me to ship Saga and FBI Casey with anyone else, because they're each other's closest interactions for so much of the game. It's hard for me to ship Alan with them because I see him and Saga as the true platonic soulmates of the AW2 cast and Casey HATES Alan. All the way up the ending of the final draft. You can see it in his expression and body language, if he hadn't just been through the wringer and so happy to see Saga, he definitely would've punched Alan for all he shit he's put them through.

Writing a pairing you love, feeling so proud and happy about the work you've done, just to see it brushed aside is one of the most painful feelings as a creator. Fandom is supposed to be for EVERYONE, it's not supposed to be high school cliques that can't interact with each other. I don't ship Alan with Saga's Casey (it's just the only way I see him, heh), but I've seen some AMAZING fan art for them that's made me smile. But you rarely see Saga involved, which makes no sense in regards to her Casey. If it was fictional Casey, that would make sense, he doesn't exist outside of Alan's head, while Saga's Casey is a living, breathing person who spends most of his time with Saga or talking about her.

Yet she's relegated to the bro when her Casey and Alan only have her in common. I can't buy Casey being soft and domestic with Alan to save my life. I see it with Saga, I can see Saga being soft with Alan because she does show that side to him. That's who she is, if you've earned her trust and respect. You can tell Saga is always the "good cop" while Casey is the "bad cop." The only time you see him sympathetic towards Alan is when he first washes up to shore. He's mocking him but holding his tongue because Saga's not going to take that nonsense from him.

You only see Casey show the full force of his anger towards Alan when Saga isn't there to stop him. To say "Yes, THAT'S the actual love story here" is a...choice, one that actively ignores the on-screen narrative. Again, fictional Casey and Alan are a completely different topic and not something I care enough to write about.

NOBODY should be attacked for liking a pairing because what does that do? What does it accomplish except make yourself feel better and superior? Again, it's been a choice to ignore the two main women in the series, which are Alice and Saga. But I've seen quite a few fics where Alice gets to be paired with CaseyWake, while you'll be hard-pressed to find a fic where Saga gets to interact with them. That tells me something that makes me uncomfortable. And that's covert racism.

You can't even make the excuse that there's nothing left to learn about Saga, because that's simply untrue. We know the bare minimum about her family on the Anderson side, and absolutely nothing concerning her father (who is Warlin Door and I will die on that hill). We don't know much about her created family, certainly nothing about David, outside of the fact he likes Bright Springs, and boardgames and doesn't take his daughter to get checked out after she hits her head in the shower. The fact her entire identity ISN'T just Logan's mother and David's wife means so much to me.

You can't tell me it's because she's married either, because how can you say that in one breath and then ship Alan with anyone but Alice in the same breath? It genuinely leads me to think it's simply that she's a BLACK woman. And as you said, seeing people create ships for Rose and to pair Estevez with CASEY, when she's an out-and-out lesbian that Casey only meets near the end of the game speaks volumes.

I genuinely think if you swapped her race, she would be less ignored, and that's extremely fucked up. Saga was created with so much love, care, and respect. A black woman protag that we could get behind and feel represented by. A smart, strong, caring badass, who still retains her femininity, but who has an identity outside of "mother" even though saving her daughter is her driving force, it's not her only one. She cares about her newly found grandfather and great-uncle. She cares about Rose, despite the woman irritating her in the beginning. She worries for the residents of the nursing home. She has mixed feelings towards the CULT. And of course, her secondary concern is Casey. And once she sees how hard Alan is trying, she comes to care for him as well. Why else tell him he's a hero when she has every right to hate him more than anyone else in the game?

She cares about these people she's met, and she knows they deserve to be saved. And Alan is the first to admit he can't do ANY of it without Saga. If the main character of the series acknowledged Saga, why can't the fandom?

I truly hope that you can find the courage to try again with Andercase, or just Saga in general. Because I'm seeing that there are people that love her, and maybe they're not content creators but consumers, and that's now one of my motivations. To feed their hunger because they're part of the fandom too, and they shouldn't be ignored. I promise you, you'll have a fan in me. And sometimes, just one person knowing they love what you create and how they look forward to it is enough. I'm not interested in a popularity contest. You'll never see me in ship wars. I'm here for FBI Special Agent Saga Anderson. This is her story too, to make her the footnote in fanworks is terribly egregious and goes against the very thing Remedy wanted.

If you ever want to ramble, my inbox is always open. If you ever have ideas you want to see in regards to fanfic for Andercase or Saga, I'm right here. Thank you so much for giving me a chance to read about your feelings for Saga and her partner. It means the world to me.

#alan wake 2 #saga anderson #alex casey #alan wake #saga anderson x alex casey #andercase #sagacasey #alan wake 2 spoilers #my thoughts #meta #strong black woman #covert racism #ignoring an amazing black woman protag is a crime #sam lake and the remedy team worked too hard on Saga for her to be erased #the men in this series wouldn't be able to do a damn thing without the women #and Saga proves that time and again #anti CaseyWake #not actually anti but using the tag just in case

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 1 year

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Polyamorous: Tears of Joy

Pairing Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

Warning: Pure fluff

A few weeks had passed since their little vacation and the throuple had begun to build their home. And it was just about done, thank you Tony Stark, just the wiring and the extra accessories left to work on. (Y/n) was excited to see the final results she and Ash were already buying furniture.

The team had also resumed moving into the compound. So, a good majority of the labs and training halls were packed away which meant (y/n) had less work to do and more time to shop. And today she was Dragging Bruce along with her. They were finishing up the kitchen. The throuple agreed to light grey countertop and dark grey cabinets with silver handles, the idea of white anything just unsettled the family as a whole. They all agree on the walls, beyond their personal space, being off white and grey.

“Oh this is cute” (Y/n) said showing a Kawaii, yes Kawaii not cute, kitten designed kitchen utensils.

“You already have spatulas and those don’t even match the aesthic. “Bruce said as he took it from her hand and put it back.” We are here for the bathrooms.”

“Ash can decorate her own bathroom. And Steve and Bucky can careless as long as the towels are soft enough and there are shelves for their products. They are being simple”

“most men are”

“They aren’t simply. They are BEING simple big difference.”

“How?” Bruce asked as he manuvered (Y/n) way from the kitchen section and into the bathroom section.

“Steve wants an art room. And he wants the whole nine yards with it. A thousand shelves and drawers, a million canvas, and sketch books. And a big window so he can gaze at nature for inspiration.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

And he shouldn’t. Steve truly just wanted a little nook/ window seel where he could draw in peace and a desk or closet to put his art supplies away. It was (y/n) and Bucky who wanted him to have more, his own personal space to explore. Steve could do with small and simple but they always wanted to give him more.

They were all like that with each other.

Bruce watched as (Y/n) slows down as she looked at the bathroom decor specifically his & her decor. She picked up two matching soap dispensers. Leaning on the cart Bruce bumps her hip slightly releasing her from her deep thoughts.

“I never thought I’d have this.” He looked at her confused “Honestly, the time I came from what i currently have wasn’t even a possibility. But even if we did manage somehow, it still wouldn’t have been because we were so poor at the time. And now... I’m not even looking at price tags.

I’m building a house-not buying building. A high-tech one as well. And I have a daughter. I have an awesome job taking care of people... This wasn’t even a dream.... Bruce?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to cry.”

“I think we’ve done enough shopping today. Let’s go cry in the car.”

“Welcome home” Bucky called out as he heard the Elevator door close. Steve greeted him as he rounded the corner. “I’m making dinner. We’re having salmon.”

“Where are the girl?” Steve asked as he approached him hugging him from behind and asking his neck.

“They are in the living room watching tv.” Bucky said as he leaned back to get a proper kiss from him. “Go tell them to wash up for dinner. I’m almost done.”

“Hey, hey” (Y/n) said Steve approached them from behind. Leaning over the back of the couch he kissed Ash’s forehead before giving (Y/n) a proper kiss.

“What are you guys watching?”

“Nothing really. We are actually looking up furniture for Ash’s room.” (Y/n) explained as she handed him the tablet showing what they had.

“This looks really good. Can’t wait to see it all together. By the way Time for dinner. We’re eating salmon.”

“Oh, I love salmon”

“Honestly you love just love food.”

“Correction, I love good food” (y/n) said they all went to wash up.

“Did you decide on anything?” Bucky asked as he set their plates.

“Thank you, honey. And yes, she found a few thinks she liked.”

Taking out the tablet again Ash handed over to Bucky and they began to talk about her choses. (Y/n) watched as Ash and Bucky went over her room and what more she could put in it and decorate it. They were both smiling as the spoke. You could see the resemblance in their smiles and the way they laughed. Both so beautiful.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asked as he reached across the table taking her hand. (Y/n) hadn’t realized she had started crying she laughed and started wiping her tears away.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

Everything stopped.

“what-what did you say?” (Y/n) whispered as more tears spilled.

“I...mom?”

(Y/n) started laughing as she pulled Ash into her chest hugging her. In all the time Ash had been with them she had never addressed them as anything but their names this was the first time she’d ever...

“You called me mom. I’m mom”

“Why are you crying?” Ash asked as she hugged her Mother.

“Because I’m happy. I’m so happy I’m crying. You’re making me happy.” The whole family sigh in relief as (Y/n) continued to cry and hug her daughter. “I just never thought... oh I love you all, I love you all so much.”

#polyamourous #polyamourous series #stucky fanfiction #stucky #stucky x reader fanfiction #stucky x reader #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #steve roger x bucky barnes #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #fanfiction

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nataliaphantomhivesblog · 8 months

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What are your current fandoms??

OH MY GOD!!! I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS!! LETS GOOOO🥳🥳🥳

1. Black Butler<3

It would've been incredibly distasteful to not put this beauty on top of my list. I have been a fan of this one since 5th grade, the literal backbone of my insanity.

I may complain monthly over the agnoizingly short chapters, but the narrative and storytelling in this manga is one of my favorites ever.

Although you didn't ask, I have the need to mention: Ciel Phantomhive is my child!!

And yes, I am still awaiting Prince Soma's return.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a sebaciel wierdo and my space doesn't welcome the romanticization of pedophila. "waah waah but it's fiction!" okay?? my account is dedicated on fictional stories and characters and I don't want your wacky shit here. Thank you in advance.

2. Bungou Stray Dogs!!!

What a crime it would've been if I didn't mention the reason my account grew in the first place!!

BSD has such a special place in my heart. Tbh bsd saved me during the downfall that was 2021.

I think people who aren't new to my blog know I'm a sucker for Soukoku. I've made extensive analysis on their relationships for 3 years now. When will this brainrot end!?!?

And oh, of course I am forever greatful to the lovely @ryuuaka713 for collaborating with me on various post, I couldn't have done it without her!! Hope life treats you well! You got a tumblr friend always rooting for ya<3

ALSO: If any of you ever want to ask me anything regarding bsd that isn't Soukoku, please do! I love bsd as a whole and would be happy to answer<3

3. Berserk

Let me make one thing clear!!! I am NOT a berserk reddit fanboy who completely ignores and neglects the narrative of this story in order to fill whatever inner void that needs to be filled.

I am suuuper passionate about the Golden Age Arc and the Pre Eclipse era of Berserk, it would be impossible to shut me up about it.

I could go on billion rants about Griffith's character and his actual complexities throughout the narrative. (no, he isn't emotionless, that would destory the whole point of the story lol)

Also I want to give a not-so-subtle shoutout to @bthump for validating every single thought I had while reading Berserk and always providing textual evidence. Thank you for being the light in the darkness of this fandom!

4. Death Note

sighs yes I am still in the fandom of an anime that has only one season and ended so poetically that it makes perfect sense that it doesn't have a continuation yet my brain screams for content when obviously it will never happen.

Before anyone asks, I am not team Light or team L, both of them are selfish people and used others lives in order to beat one another.

I am a constant defender of the fact that the Death Note consumed Light. Not only is it textually stated; but it's visually stated

(Light's eyes get wider and more innocent looking for a reason when he forgets the death note guys!!!)

Anyways, this story is absolutely awesome and I think most people can agree with that.

I don't rewatch this anime often, but when I do I get shooked by the big brain plans and big brain confrontations lmao.

5. Moral Orel

"MORAL OREL SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN CANCELLED!! FOOLISH PEOPLE FEARED IT SPOKE TOO MUCH FACTS" I scream into a void, tears fill my eyes as losing my religion by R.E.M plays in the background.

Seriously though, I love this show; a literal masterpiece. I don't think theres any show that made me incredibly concious of how my own family's dynamic worked as this one did.

Has amazing takes of the human condition and contains life long lessons.

I once made a long post about the generational abuse of moral orel if you want to check it out!

Anyways, if you haven't had the glorious chance to watch this masterpiece. PLEASE DO!! I BEG!!! The whole series is out on youtube!

we don't talk about the first 3 episodes!!!

6. Sonic!!!!

I never post anything sonic related on my blog, but I adore Sonic! Not only my childhood, but it continues to pump off amazing content and games.

Fun fact: I have a cute mini sonic keychain my friend gifted me, I take it with me everywhere!!

DID YOU KNOW THAT KELLIN QUINN FROM SLEEPING WITH SIRENS WAS INVOLVED WITH THE SONIC FRONTIERS SOUNDTRACK!?!?!? AAAAAAA I LOVE SONIC GAMES MUSIC AND ITS DIVERSITY

Nobody asked, but my favorie character is Knuckles and Shadow for anyone who wants to know! (No one wants to know but I HAVE THE NEED TO SAY IT.)

anyways yes, I love Sonic, I am at arms-lenght with the fandom since i'm... well... not much into the furry stuff that goes on. But theres lots of fanmade content out there that is super cool!

IN CONCLUSION!?!?!?

I have lots and lots of other fandoms im in but i fear i will go on forever if I keep on talking.

Thank you so much for reading all the way through and please, don't ever hesitate to ask me anything related to any of these fandoms above. Hyper analizing stuff is my speciality after all:D

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quodekash · 11 months

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EPISODE 2 BAD BUDDY OS2 LETS GOOOOO im so freaking excited holy hell

i still cant believe that patpran and earthmix are going to INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER??? AND EXIST IN THE SAME SPACE???? HOLY HELLLLLL

wait hang on

will we get longtae?? pls give us longtae i need to see my boy

WAIT hang on how does this work. how do bad buddy and 1000stars exist in the same space if drake plays korn and also rang. i need to make some kind of murder board of the connections between shows holy hell

tut tut, phu, you need to take care of yourself for goodness sake

pran is too autistic for this, he doesnt know how to Social Situation and communicate what he was actually trying to say and now they think he wants to be a teacher

also im gonna slide past the phutian relationship problems bc i dont want to think about it. my dads are not getting a divorce, and thats final

hang on. there’s new kids now??? where the hell did they come from?

tian’s teacher frustration is so real

autism

HEY

LOOK AT THAT

ACTUAL REPRESENTATION OF SOME KIND

THATS AWESOME

I KNEW HE WASNT NEUROTYPICAL

FJEHSBGKVJREB

i know ocd is an anxiety disorder but there’s a lot of overlapping symptoms and apparently autistic people are more likely to experience ocd

and even if its just ocd, im still allowed to hc him as autistic

but either way HELL YEAH REPRESENTATION AND ITS CANONICAL AND ITS NOT JUST IN HIS HABITS ITS AN ACTUAL CANONICAL DIAGNOSIS GJERBDHBDRT

MY BOY!

(definitely didnt completely forget about him)

his gaydar is going off so much he can smell it (i made the screenshot too big and now phupha in the foreground is making me laugh so hard omg- i swear its the funniest thing ever. im probably tired. its 1:30am)

THE LOOKS PATPRAN GAVE EACH OTHER WHILE PHUTIAN WERE INTERACTING- THE GAYDARS THE GAYDARS

(yes, i know they already know about phutian bc of tian’s online diary thingy, but it still counts)

i wanna read this diary so bad but i cant read thai. and also idk where i would find it. its probably online somewhere. it might be a merch thing. who knows man

GEHRKDBGV THE FLASHBACKS WHILE HES READING

IM CRYING

“why would a good guy come to watch me take a shower?” THE LOOKS PATPRAN JUST GAVE EACH OTHER- OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

THE LOOKS THROUGHOUT THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE

ITS SO FUNNY

I LOVE THIS

iconic

i love everything about this so so so much

the amount of joy that just this one image brings me? help

ive been wondering why they keep making those movies

wait hang on

guys i think we might actually be onto something

on another but related note: what do you guys spend 25 minutes doing at 2 in the morning when you should be sleeping? cos apparently i make beautiful atrocities like that.

anyway.

theyre like little kids, “he liked me first” “NO HE LIKED ME FIRST”

this is starting to sound very familiar

pran screaming at the waterfall reminds me of patpran screaming off the top of the hill at the beach

THEY ARE PLAYING IN THE WATERRRR I LOVE THEMMMMMM

“i think they kissed” “agreed” “they certainly did” “i agree” okay they didnt but they absolutely should have and we all wanted them to

they so in loveeee i love themmmmm

IM SCREAMING AS QUIETLY AS I POSSIBLY CAN, HOLY HELL THE FREAKING PARALLELS

hah, you bloody americans, they probably had to google what 18ºC is in fahrenheit, but i, a superior australian, know that that is... warmer than it has been recently. its currently 13º. its really weird, im not used to it getting this cold, even in winter, and winter only technically started two days ago. anyway, enough about abnormal australian weather, back to patpran

i love them so much

pat, i-

HELL YES

OISHIIIII

FINALLY

the kid demanding payment through sips of oishi tea? thats my kinda style

id adopt that kid if i had to.

i hate kids

but ice tea? it bonds people.

lucky kid

i rly like this karaoke idea, i was wondering how they were gonna incorporate the ost but i guess pat’s gonna sing it

P’AUUUU

I THOUGHT I RECOGNISED HIM IN THE BACKGROUND EARLIER AND I WAS RIGHT

HELLO P’AU HOW ARE YOU

“actually, my boyfriend and i also fought about who fell for the other first. but in the end, it isnt important. what matters more is that we love each other” AWWWWBHFGHBR

ITS THE SONG

ITS THAT SONG

GEIURHGUKERJBGHJK

YAYYYY PHUTIAN ARE SNUGGLINGGGG

IM SMILING SO HARD ITS DIFFICULT TO SEE

i love him

THE SIGNATURE FISTBUMP RJDGBJR

i love them

NOOOOO THEY STILL HAVENT MADE UP, GOSH FREAKING DARNNIT

ooooo phu vs pat drinking challenge, this’ll be fun

i really like how the young ones are giving advice to the older ones for a change, its very nice. and also just goes to show how powerful patpran are

omg this kid is everywhere, i love him

the pure RELIEF when they both see that they are, in fact, wearing pants.

BRO THAT WAS STRESSFUL

PRAN NEARLY DIED

its so funny to me how intense the music is rn

OF FREAKING COURSE

well at least we know that means we’ll get more patpran next week, we dont have to say goodbye to them today

anyway that was wonderful, its 3am and i feel fine currently, cant wait to feel like a dead banana peel tomorrow, goodnight folks, see you next time!

#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep #our skyy 2 #our skyy x bad buddy #our skyy x a tale of thousand stars #our skyy x bad buddy x a tale of thousand stars #os2 #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #atots #1000stars #a tale of thousand stars #patpran #ohmnanon #phutian #earthmix #ohm pawat #nanon korapat #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months

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Hiii :))))) can I request a Laurel Gates x vampire!teacher!reader where reader teaches music at Nevermore and she’s dating Marilyn (she doesn’t know that Marilyn is also Laurel Gates) and also writes songs from time to time and she and Laurel are just chilling at the conservatory while Laurel waters her plants and reader is singing but she’s singing the song she wrote about her ex a long time ago.

preferably “A Concert Six Months From Now” by FINNEAS and pls include the part where it goes, “I’ll wait for years but I won’t wait alone and then someday you’ll wait for my face on your phone and I’ll call and I’ll say I think you should come home. Cause I’m tired of being your ex.” And Laurel gets mad cuz she knows the song wasn’t about her and she confronts reader abour why she was singing that song to her. And the whole thing leads to a fight cuz of her jealousy and possessiveness.

Time skip to where Laurel was spilling her plan to Tyler about the whole Wednesday thing, she kind of vents a little about reader and their fight and how it annoyed her. And on the same night, reader was out in the forest to clear her mind when she suddenly gets attacked by Tyler and gets claw marks on her neck.

The next day, she wears a turtleneck and avoids Laurel but the redhead manages to get her alone and tells the reader how sorry she was for lashing out the other night. Reader forgives her and reassures her and Laurel sees the marks and asks about it. Reader tells her what happened and Laurel offered to clean and bandage the wound and also tells reader to sleep in her room for the night. She agrees.

Reader wakes up sometime around midnight and sees an empty space on the bed, she looks for Laurel around the school and finds her at the conservatory while Laurel was scolding Tyler cuz of the mark and him attacking reader that night, saying that she should’ve poisoned Tyler with the nightshade for even doing it to her lover. And reader heard everything.

When Laurel sends Tyler away, Reader confronts Laurel about it and they fight again, regarding Laurel’s real identity, the whole jealousy and possessiveness problem, the nightshade poisoning. But pls let the argument end with reader saying that “You didn’t kill me, yes. But if you wanted to, you would’ve.”

Make the ending bittersweet with them making up and being okay again, but because of the reason that Laurel figured out a plant-based love potion that she used to spike reader’s drink with and this made reader obsessed and down-right in love with her. Therefore making everything okay.

I just thought this plot was awesome. I hope you like it! h thank you so much!

Yesss!!! It is an awesome plot!!! I hope I wrote it the way it deserves!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!

Sing to me a love and hate song

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, teacher, vampire! Reader

Warnings: Dark themes, jealousy

Word count: 5, 100

Summary: Your girlfriend is jealous, and you hate this, but soon you will realize that this is not the worst of her…

N/A: Requests are open!! Sorry about the delays :( I love you all!!!

You were walking around the academy like you used to. Being a music teacher at Nevermore was the best decision you had made in years, in many years. You were a student there in your distant days as a teenage vampire, and coming back was a more than a satisfying experience. Everything at school was the same as when you left, except that the faces were different.

Surprisingly, Larissa, the principal, was much more open-minded about the normie-outcast relationship. She even hired a normie as a botany teacher. Marilyn Thornhill was a shy woman, but kind and nice. You noticed her as soon as you met her. You had waited a long time to meet someone who made you feel this way.

One day you decided to take a step forward and try to get closer to her. Unexpectedly it worked, and she gladly agreed to have dinner with you. That was the beginning of an intense, passionate but romantic relationship. You were convinced that you had found the love of your life, and apparently, she thought the same way.

Your walk did not take you anywhere, but to the conservatory, where your girlfriend spent her afternoons quietly. She was sociable, but the rest of your classmates didn't seem to want to associate with her very much. It seems that prejudices are not just a matter of normies.

"Hooola," you said, peeking out the door. The redhead saw you and immediately approached you and gave you a tender kiss on the lips, as if she hadn't seen you in a long time.

“Are you coming to stay with me?” She asked you while she played with your hair. You smiled in amusement and brushed her hair away from her neck.

“No, I've come to bite your precious neck,” you said jokingly, pretending that you were biting her, without hurting her, of course. You had your instincts pretty much under control, it was hard, but you managed to keep them away.

She laughed in amusement, giggling at the tickling you were doing to her.

“I'll have to wear a garlic necklace,” she told you, passing her hands around your neck.

“Mmm, You rather not,” you said, kissing her meanwhile disorderly. “I've come to see you. I have to write a couple of songs, and you always inspire me,” you said romantically. She turned away and returned to her table.

“You always work so hard…” She sighed.

You shrugged, taking out a notebook and a pen, and sitting down at a nearby desk.

“I like my job,” you said, winking at her.

“Okay,” she said, drawling her words. “I was going to water the plants. If you want, we could take a walk later, it looks like this sunset is going to be beautiful.”

“Great, I agree,” you said, starting to think of some new lyrics for a song.

The place was silent, with the relaxed atmosphere that always reigned there when you were together. You looked at your notebook, quietly turning the pages, looking for something to write about. On one of the first pages, you had written a song that you never finished, but that you remembered perfectly.

“Mmmm, mmm,” you began to hum, looking at your notes. Your voice was from another world and you immediately caught Marilyn's attention, who loved hearing you sing, usually love songs to her.

“I'll go hungry and crazy and honest for you… I don't always get angry but I'm promisin' to… If it's all that you want then it's all that I can do…” You sang softly, with your best tone voice.

She watched you as she watered the plants, with a smile that showed that she was listening intently. You would stop from time to time to make changes on your notebook, and then you would continue singing.

“I'll wait for years, but I won't wait alone… And then someday you'll wait for my face on your phone… And I'll call and I'll say, "I think you should come home…' Cause I'm tired of being your ex…” You kept singing. Marilyn stopped and thought.

“Oh, yes that's really cool…” You said to yourself, writing down those last sentences on your notebook.

“What does that mean?” The redhead asked, with a questioning expression.

“Do you like it? I wrote it years ago but I never finished it,” you said, with an innocent smile. She shook her head.

“No, I don't like it, (Y/N),” she said seriously. You raised your head and your eyebrows.

“Why?” You asked, checking your notes, in case there was something wrong.

“Who was that song for?” She asked, clearly upset about something.

You frowned at her, but soon your expression relaxed, dismissing it.

“Well…” You started timidly. “Actually I composed it for my ex.” Marilyn's eyes widened.

“For your ex…” She murmured. “You mean that bitch who stood you up when you were going to ask her to marry you?” Hate and jealousy were palpable in her words. You didn't used to hear her talk like that, although you did know that she was a bit jealous.

“Okay, yes. But it's just a song,” you said, leaving your notebook aside. “It's a pretty song, or so I think.”

“Let's see if I understand it. Are you here with me, with your girlfriend, singing a song you wrote for your ex?” She asked you ironically, approaching you with dark eyes.

“Hey, relax, I already told you that it's just a song,” you said, putting your arms in front, as a sign of peace.

“It's not just a song, (Y/N). These last few months you have been singing beautiful songs that you said you dedicated to me. And now suddenly you sing to your ex,” she told you with spite in her voice.

You couldn't help but laugh at that absurd accusation. For you music was just music.

“What a nonsense, Marilyn. Don't take it so seriously, it's just a song I wrote years ago. It is not dedicated to anyone,” you said, trying to grab her waist. She pushed your hands away and you knew she was really mad.

“Don't touch me,” she hissed.

Your face immediately changed to one of surprise and you sighed, crossing your arms.

“But, what is wrong with you now? You can't get like that because I sang a song,” you complained, leaning on a desk.

She sighed in disbelief, as if you had said something stupid.

“I thought that a relationship meant something to you,” she said, offended. You shook your head and tried to maintain your composure.

“Please, enlighten me,” you said, raising your tone too.

“If you're my girlfriend, you're my girlfriend,” she said, getting dangerously close and grabbing your chin hard. “You are only mine,” she hissed.

You moved to get away from her grasp.

“I'm not yours, Marilyn. I'm your girlfriend, not your property,” you said, very upset with her words. “music is my job, and you can't pretend to tell me which songs I write and which ones I don't just because you're jealous of someone who is no longer in my life.”

“If that's what you think, I don't know what you're doing with me. The only thing I ask of you is a bit of loyalty and respect, just like I do with you,” she told you, also raising her tone.

“Do you think I'm not faithful to you?” You asked, pointing to yourself. “This is the last straw.”

“You don't show me, (Y/N), singing to any whore you've ever met, and spending nights drinking wine with Larissa,” she hissed. You shook your head.

That jealousy and that possessiveness were her worst flaw, and that day you didn't feel like putting up with another paranoia.

“Don't you know what friends are?” You asked rhetorically. “Well, look, it doesn't matter. I'm leaving, I'm not going to put up with you controlling me like that,” you said, taking your stuff and leaving the building.

“I thought you were different, but it is clear that you are all the same. Treacherous and ungrateful…” The redhead murmured when you passed by her.

You turned to answer her, but you shook your head, not wanting to play along.

You were right, you were convinced that you were, but even so, you did not stop turning it over in your head. Your room seemed very small and your thoughts very large. You felt the overwhelming need to apologize, to talk calmly with her and make her understand that you didn't mean to hurt her, and you would never trade her for someone else. But another part of your conscience told you that you shouldn't do it, that you couldn't allow her to control you like that, no matter how much you were in love with her.

The small space you had, and the typical insomnia of a vampire haunted you that night. And in those situations there was only one thing that could help you, a night walk in the woods. It was cold, but at least the fresh air was good for you.

“I only love you, but you have to stop being so jealous…” You said to yourself, rehearsing a possible future conversation. “No, too simple.”

You stopped walking when you thought you heard a branch snapping behind you. You turned, but there were only trees and mist there. You weren't scared, but you had been thinking about Marilyn for so long that you had even gotten a little disoriented. You looked around nervously until you could make out the lights of the academy in the distance.

“I'd better come back… Tomorrow I'll surely see things differently,” you murmured. Another crack sounded behind you, and this time you were sure it wasn't your imagination. “Who's there?”

Obviously there was no answer. Your legs began to shake, but you decided to keep walking. A shadow passed between the trees and you froze in shock.

“Who's there? It’s not funny,” you said.

A monstrous roar sounded behind you, and automatically, you started running back to Nevermore. A few steps and a few gasps behind you told you that something was chasing you. You didn't want to look back. You had heard rumors of a monster in the forest, but you never believed them. A root in the ground tripped you and you fell with a crash to the cold ground.

“Shit…” You protested. You couldn't make any move. That shadowy creature grabbed your ankle, preventing you from getting up. You turned and saw that monstrous creature, looking at you as if you were its prey. It was horrible, a thing straight out of hell. You saw death above you, and you could only cover yourself with your hands.

After another terrifying roar, you received a strong claw blow to the neck. You could feel the blood gushing from the wound and you took a quick look back at your life before what would surely be your death. The second blow never came. The monster got very close to you and roared angrily in your face, before running away, disappearing into the mist.

“Fuck…” You sighed, placing a hand on the wound. It didn't look too deep, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. You got up awkwardly, looking everywhere for the creature. It had disappeared.

“Well, enough of night walks for today...” You said, walking towards Nevermore with your hand on the wound.

The next day, the wound hurt even more. You knew you should have told someone, but you didn't dare to be thought crazy. That wound on your neck resembled of a lycanthrope one, and you had several companions like that, and you liked to fight from time to time.

You didn't know what you were going to say to Marilyn to try and fix things, so your best bet was to avoid her at all costs, until you knew exactly what to say. The class had finished, and it was the last one of the day. You were proud that you were able to avoid the redhead all that time.

Your wound stung, as you were wearing a turtleneck to hide it, and the fabric rubbed against it. You would have to heal it at some point. Three knocks on the door got you out of your neck check.

“Come in,” you said. You had lost your mind, and you realized it when Marilyn walked through the door.

“Oh no…” You sighed, burying your head in your arms. “Marilyn, no, I'm not in the mood.”

“Please, (Y N), I just want to talk,” she told you with a sad look. That was her apologetic tone, so you felt a sudden relief.

“Come on, talk,” You said, feigning indifference. She nodded and closed the door.

“I'm so sorry, honey. What happened yesterday was nonsense, and I exaggerated a lot,” she told you, with a regretful look.

“It's always the same Marilyn,” you said, shaking your head. “I can't understand why you're so jealous, have you ever been hurt?”

“Too many times,” she confessed.

“Oh…” You said, feeling a little bad for her. “Well, I'm sorry, but you have to learn that I'm not like that. I love you and there is no one else in my life but you. I want you to be clear, and stop worrying. If you promise me, I can forgive you.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes.

“Forgive me, (Y/N), please. I promise to trust you more from now on. I, I don't want to lose you,” she said sobbing, when the tears began to run down her cheeks.

You were bright-eyed too and looked into her eyes. You loved her, you loved her very much. Too much to end it all for something so absurd.

“It's okay, Marilyn, I forgive you…” You sighed. “Come here, come on.”

She threw herself into your arms and kissed you passionately. You leaned your forehead against hers, while she pressed your body against hers.

“I love you... I love you... I love you...” She told you kissing you. You smiled. The redhead brought her hands to the back of your neck like she used to, but this time you moved automatically, hissing in pain. Marilyn withdrew immediately and looked at you strangely.

“What the…?” She whispered, seeing some marks above the neck of your sweater. You couldn't do anything to prevent her from pulling the garment away and looking at it carefully. Her expression turned horrified. “My God! What happened to you?”

You sighed and carefully took off your jersey, leaving you with only an undershirt. You tilted your neck so she could see the wound better.

“Do you remember the monster that Addams says she saw?” You asked, while she looked scared at your wound. The redhead nodded. “Well, it exists. Yesterday it attacked me while I was walking through the woods.”

“My God,” she said, breathing hard. Seeing that wound surprised her, but somehow she didn't show any signs of panic. “Does it hurt, my love?” She asked lovingly.

“Well, a little, but it could have been worse,” you said, noticing how the wound was throbbing.

“It’s getting infected, (Y/N). Come, let's go to my room, you have to cure it or it will get worse.” You accepted and accompanied her. She would be jealous, but also loving, and she cared about you.

You sat on her bed, while she picked up the first-aid kit. She sat next to you, with the box on her lap, and looked closely at your wound.

“Tell me, doctor, do we have to amputate?” You joked. She smiled and shook her head.

“Not at the moment, but that must be disinfected. I'm sorry, (Y/N), I'm afraid it's going to hurt,” she said, pouring hydrogen peroxide on a gauze pad.

“Bah, it doesn't scare me, I'm pretty good with pain... Ahhhhhh! Damn!” You screamed when you noticed how the gauze made contact with your skin. Marilyn smiled, but she didn't stop. “Stop, stop, Stop!”

“Hold on a bit, honey, it's almost done,” she told you quietly, trying to make you stay still.

After a few more moments of excruciating pain, Marilyn carefully bandaged the area.

“No more torture?” You asked fearfully. She shook her head, closing the box.

“No, not for today, tomorrow we'll look to see how it is,” she told you, getting up. You grabbed her wrist.

“Hey, Marilyn…” You said. She nodded smiling. “Thank you.”

The redhead bent down and she kissed you tenderly on the lips. She went to leave the kit and then came back, when you were already up.

“Well, then… I'm leaving,” you said melancholic. Marilyn walked up to you, grabbing you around the waist.

“Stay, please,” she whispered in your ear. You turned around and also grabbed her waist, looking into her eyes. The arguments were horrible, but the reconciliations were incredible.

There you were, with Marilyn resting on your chest, after a night of overwhelming passion. Your vampire status prevented you from falling asleep immediately, and that gave you an advantage to enjoy your girlfriend asleep on your chest. The eyelids began to weigh too much, and sleep finally came to your body.

You woke up abruptly, sweaty and scared. You had a nightmare and it took you a while to realize that it was a dream. A terrible thirst invaded your body. Fortunately you had a remedy for it. You would have to be very careful not to look at your girlfriend, because you might not be able to resist the urge to bite her.

Searching through your pockets, you found the small bottle of cow's blood that you carried everywhere. You took a long drink and quickly began to feel much better. You sighed in relief and now you did turn around. There was no one next to you, the bed was empty. You felt around the sheets looking for the redhead, but there was no one there.

“Marilyn?” You asked. There was no answer. “Are you in the bathroom?” There was only silence.

It was not normal that she was not there. You picked up your phone and called her. She didn't answer the phone either.

The attack the day before had made you too alert and you were terrified that your girlfriend had encountered that monster. You looked at the time, midnight.

Without thinking twice you got dressed and left the room, determined to look everywhere for the redhead. The halls were empty. There was no one at the school. It was late and everyone had been sleeping for a long time.

You leaned out of a window, from which you could see the conservatory. There was light on it and a relief ran through your body. Surely she was there, taking care of some of her plants. You smiled and went down the stairs, going out to meet her. As you got closer, you began to hear what sounded like an argument between two people. You could see Marilyn through the glass, but she wasn't alone. Tyler, the waiter from the town cafeteria, was there, looking scared.

You didn't want to interrupt. That situation was strange, so you decided to listen to what was going on.

“You're an idiot!” The redhead yelled. You've heard her scream before, but not like this. She didn't seem like herself. “You almost killed her, you moron!”

“I, I, I'm sorry Laurel...” the boy said, visibly scared.

“Laurel?” you whispered to yourself. This was being too weird. You only knew one person with that name, and she was dead.

“You're sorry!?” She yelled. “Did I order you? Have I asked you?”

“No…No…But…” The boy was truly terrified.

“But?”

“Yesterday you said that she hurt you… And I couldn't allow it…” Tyler answered, with a somber look. She laughed disgustedly.

“I was just venting, you prick. We had an argument and I just told you. At no time did I tell you to hurt her...” She hissed, approaching the young man in a threatening way.

“I, I didn't kill her, I just…”

He couldn't finish the sentence. A loud slap sounded in the silence of the night. Tyler put his hand up to his face, but he didn't do anything, he just gave her a pitying look.

You contemplated the scene stunned. The monster, the creature that attacked you, was that boy, and it seemed that he was following Marilyn's orders, and that this is not her real name. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, not giving credit to what you were hearing.

“I already have the nightshade poison ready, and I really want to try it with you…” She said in a threatening way. The boy knelt down and shook his head, hugging her legs disturbingly.

“No Please. I, I am good, I am a good Hyde, only, I only wanted to make you happy,” he said between tears. She made a disgusted face and pushed him, causing him to fall pathetically to the ground.

“Do not touch me. No man can ever make me happy. You just follow my orders and maybe I'll let you live your miserable life,” the redhead said. Her voice sounded different, like she wasn't really your loving girlfriend, like she was someone else… Laurel.

“Fuck, Laurel Gates…” You said, when the revelation appeared in your mind. The last daughter of that horrible family. It was her, she always was. She cheated on you and everyone. You wanted to cry, but first you wanted to hear how that conversation ended.

“You take care of Wednesday, which is what I have ordered. My personal life is my business, Tyler,” she told him, with the same haughty posture. The boy reached out to her, to help him up, but she slapped his hands contemptuously. “Will you? Or do I have to kill you?”

“I will, I will, Laurel, you'll be proud of me, I, I swear,” Tyler said, nodding profusely.

“Good. I'll call you tomorrow when the crypt is ready for your appointment. Until then, stay away from here, and one last thing… Get close to (Y/N) again, and I won't hesitate to kill you. Get out.”

The boy nodded and headed for the exit. You moved, hiding yourself so he wouldn't see you. When he was far enough away, you came out of hiding, ready to face your girlfriend.

“I told you to get out…” She hissed, working on what looked like some kind of chemical.

“Who are you?” You asked, causing the redhead to turn around, scared to see you.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here? You were asleep...” She said, pretending not to be doing anything.

“Drop the act, I've heard everything,” you said, stopping her from lying to you again. “Everyone believed that Laurel Gates was dead... And it turns out that it was you.”

She shook her head, clearly nervous, and without any defense.

“Honey, I can explain it to you…” She said trying to keep calm.

“What are you going to explain to me? Tyler is a Hyde, and you are his mistress, right?” You asked.

“Yes, but…” She started

“Why, Laurel?” You asked, emphasizing her real name.

“It's, it's complicated…” She said shyly. “My, my family...”

“Your family was a gang of psychopathic murderers,” you said furiously, remembering everything you had heard about them, and what were the opinions regarding outcasts, people like you.

“Don't insult my family…” She hissed, putting on a look that was too dark.

“You have lied to me and to all of us. Nightshade poison? Did you mean to kill us with that?”

“No, no honey, I would never hurt you…”She told you, trying to get closer to you. Each time she did, you took a step back, until your back collided with the wall, preventing you from moving further. She reached for you and cupped your face in her hands, looking up at you with teary eyes.

You shed a tear, unable to judge her objectively. You still loved her, no matter who she was.

“Now I understand your jealousy. It hurts you that I get along with the rest. That I relate to the outcasts. It hurts you that I am one of them…” You said sobbing.

“No, honey, that's not so. I'm just afraid of losing you...” She said softly, so close that you felt her breath on your lips.

“You sent your monster after me…” You said, closing your eyes. She shook her head, resting her forehead against yours.

“No, my love… I would never do that. I love you, (Y/N), I love you very much…”

“No, I can't believe you…” You said, without moving away from her. “If you try something, Laurel, anything…I…”

“I will never hurt you, (Y / N), I never would… You have to believe me…”She begged you, kissing you softly. “I never imagined that Tyler would do that… I didn't… I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want anything to happen to you.”

You finally pulled away, running a hand over her cheek. She was the love of your life, and nothing she did would ever change that. But that was too much for you, you couldn't be weak, you had to be strong.

“You were about to kill me…” You sobbed, running your hand over her face painfully slowly.

“I haven't done it, my love... That hasn't happened...” She told you, almost unable to speak clearly.

“You didn't kill me, Laurel, but if you wanted to, you would’ve.” You said, lowering your arm and opening the door, disappearing from the place while crying desperately.

Your bag was still in her room and you went to retrieve it. Crying overwhelmed you and you sat on the floor with your head against the wall, crying and regretting what had happened. You couldn't rat her out to Larissa, you didn't want to lose her, even though she wanted you extinct.

You didn't sleep at all that night. You had many things on your mind, and a broken heart. She, your girlfriend, had betrayed you, cheated... But it was your love, the only true love you ever had. The sunbeams entered through your window and the familiar sensation of morning thirst clouded your feelings. You desperately searched for the blood bottle, but it didn't appear, which only meant that it was still in the room of that woman, now unknown to you.

As much as you didn't want to see her, your instincts forced you to leave your room. You needed to drink, or you could do something crazy. You knocked on the door desperately. It slowly opened, and the redhead showed a face similar to yours. Exhausted, tearful.

“The, the bottle... I need it,” you murmured, making a superhuman effort not to look at her neck, her appetizing and beautiful neck. She nodded a little scared by your look and went in, closing the door. Shortly after she reappeared and she gave you the liquid, which you took to your mouth, emptying the contents of that bottle. Relief coursed through your body, and you turned to leave, without further explanation.

You took one step, two, but by the third, your vision blurred and you had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Laurel asked, peeking through the door,

“Yes, I'm fine…Go away…” You said slowly, finding great difficulty speaking. You slipped and fell to the ground on your knees. Your whole world was spinning out of control, and you were unable to move, or hear anything. Everything went black.

You didn't know how long you were unconscious, but you woke up in your girlfriend's room. You didn't notice anything strange and the dizziness had completely disappeared. Everything was fine, except for a strange sensation in your chest, as if everything was calm, as if the actions of the night before were unimportant.

“(Y/N), you're awake,” Laurel came out of the bathroom with a glass of water and looked at you with a tender smile. You should hate her, she had cheated on you, she was almost responsible for your death, but none of it mattered to you. When you looked at her, you smiled with relief, feeling great joy to see her, to see that she was close to you.

“La, Laurel, I've missed you,” you said, getting up and extending your arms towards her. She smiled and hugged you affectionately, stroking your hair. The feeling of having her in your arms was much better, it was like something divine, pleasant. You were happy, happy to have her.

“You have to drink water, honey, come on, do it for me,” she said, trying to get out of your embrace. You released her immediately and took the glass she offered you, drinking its contents.

“What's happening to me? I, I feel wonderful, as in a dream,” you said, without stopping looking into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen.

“Don't worry, honey, that's normal,” she told you, leaving the empty glass on her table.

“Do you know what is not normal?” You asked, taking her hand. “The love I feel for you. It is infinite,” you said sincerely. She laughed and kissed you briefly. If the hug was pleasant, the kiss was much better, everything seemed possible and you couldn't feel happier.

“I love you, my girl,” she told you, caressing you. “Just let yourself be carried away by the love you feel for me... I never thought that love potions really worked, but I see that I was wrong.” You nodded, not being aware of what he had said. “You're totally crazy about me...”

“Yes…” You sighed, throwing yourself back into her arms.

“I must confess that I put some of that potion in your bottle, but I imagine you know that I did it for your own good, right?”

You agreed. You shouldn't, but you fully understood why she had done it and you didn't hold any grudges against her for it.

“Very well, honey. You'll see how happy we are going to be,” she told you, making your heart beat effusively. “When everyone is dead, we will have all of this dirty place just for you and me….”

You nodded again, feeling a visceral hatred for what seemed to be her enemies.

“They must die,” you said, as if you were drugged.

“That's how I like it, (Y/N)… You're so good. I think I'm going to have to reward you...” She said suggestively. “But not now, first I have to do something important. You stay here and wait for me... Then I'll show you how much I love you...”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #laurel gates #ms thornhill #oneshot

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*slides over on a countertop to leave 💌🍬💡 then gets dragged away*

"HEY! THAT'S MY BESTIE, THEY'RE WITH ME!" Oh how I love when you do this 🥰

💌Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

*looks at all my found family father-daughter fics* why do you ask?

No but fr, as it goes for the tropes within that? All the hurt-comfort filled aftercare stuff is my favorite. And of course The Physical Affection™ 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 will sprinkle that shit in whenever I can.

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

I got brave and branched out after four years of writing for Titans only, now you can find me over at The Last of Us, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and that awesome little space indie movie called Prospect. I also got some beloved works for His Dark Materials. Hmm, as for favorites:

TITANS: Usually my answer is Wicked Game but this time I want to highlight my two current favorites which are my two of my most recent fics I loved, and I loved, and I lost you and I am flesh, bones... I am skin, soul… both started out as one shots, both got surprise second chapters, the latter of which will get more. Two recent ideas that really got me excited about writing Titans again. The first one is an unexpected exploration of my grief after losing my beloved show - I say "unexpected" because this fic was never in the plans until it hit me like a wrecking ball one day and I had to drop everything to write it. And the second one was drifting in my head for a while, fed by things other shows had given me, until Titanstober Challenge came and gave me an excuse to write it!

THE LAST OF US: I have to go with And We Were Dancing Like We're Made Of Starlight, the fic where Joel and Ellie find an abandoned mansion and have a little dance in the ballroom, because the idea just warms my heart when I think about it, the response of the fandom to it was amazing AND WE GOT A VIDEO OF PEDRO AND BELLA DANCING TO MATCH IT - sick coincidence that this footage dropped like a day or two after I posted this fic BECAUSE LOOK AT THEMMMM

PROSPECT: Haunted is my baby. It's an AU where the shitty bio father survives the events of the movie and the found father gets to be Feral Protective™, beat the crap out of him (for trying to steal and hurt his girl again) and tell him how much he fucked up yes this is me recompensating myself for not getting Dick vs. Trigon

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: I've only written two so far, but I'm going with Her Father's Daughter because the scene which this fic is an extension of absolutely wrecked me and is one of my all time favorite scenes from this series. The weight of grief when the person you're grieving isn't even gone yet, the fear that is ripping Daisy apart, the absolute hopelessness of the situation and Coulson's calm belief that she's going to be alright, I couldn't let it go without exploring it.

HIS DARK MATERIALS: One Word is the winner here. I rarely get invested in romantic relationships, especially these days, but Will and Lyra are the exception, they own my heart. And this fic is fixing their ending and letting them be happy because if there's one thing I will never be okay with is the fact these two didn't get their happily ever after and if you knew why, you'd agree with me 😩

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

I'd say 4, though there's some actual work done on only one, the rest is just notes

THANK YOU LOVE!

#writing asks #ask game #mundi asks #dc titans #the last of us #prospect #prospect 2018 #his dark materials

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do you have any metaltango fic recs?

Oh ho! Yes, yes, I do.

I obviously have to say my own fics, because I love this pairing and they've been taking up serious space in my head recently. (For some reason, I just want to write all of the AUs right now. Posting some now on my BMC, but they'll be up on AO3 hopefully soon.)

@fonulyn was one of the main people who got me into the ship (and Nivannedy, fyi), so her fics are absolutely important to check out. She writes a wide variety of Metaltango fics.

(FYI, for both fon and me, several of the fics linked have Metaltango as a past pairing because it's hard to watch the pair interact in RE4 and NOT think that they had something going on. Past!Metaltango is a big headcanon. Some of the fics also include Nivannedy or Chreon and make sure to keep an eye on the tags.)

Specifically, though:

Between Ruins by Grimmy88 - Big warning for this one: this one is an ABO, which is usually really not my cup of tea, but I loved the characterizations of both Leon and Krauser, how Krauser was still strong and gruff and full of that lovely, lovely, fierce knife-edge type of flirting you see in RE4, and Leon is just as tough and deadly with none of that uke!weak!shit you see so often in Metaltango pairings.

can't help but follow in spite of going insane by fonulyn - I know I already recced fon but this is what I would have killed to see in RE4. I still desperately wish I could see it. :( :( :( On the shorter side but with awesome Leon whump and possibly my favorite Metaltango fic.

Of City Boys and Southerners by Hammocker, SocialDeception - This one is a COMPLETE AU, and as such, if you're trying to get more into why canonical-based Metaltango is intriguing, might be a better read for later. Still, it is a rather nice, comforting, long read and is incredibly well-written.

Ties that Bind by SocialDeception/@social-deception - A very well-written fic that explores a pretty interesting premise. I don't agree with some of the Leon bits in it but I don't think that's the important part: I love how the author delved into some of the oft-overlooked things in canon and I love how the different characters and relationships were explored. It's the type of thing I wish I saw more in fandom, honestly.

guess who's back (Krauser's back) back again (aka post-RE6 reunions) - more fon but this is, again, more of what I would like to see in canon. Krauser was such a good character! He could have been excellent as another type of Ada for Leon! Damn you, canon. But anyway, some pretty, pretty post-RE4 Metaltango.

I would also suggest checking out @fuckyeahleonxkrauser, @onjmk, and just the metaltango tag in general. There's some gorgeous stuff for this pairing.

#metaltango #fic recs #anonymous #anyone else think of any?

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12x8 - detailed

In this episode we have some good garvez moments, but not am actual scene of them. Penelope calls him Newbie twice. Luke shows a bit of his obsession on her.

Scene 1

JJ, Spencer, Luke and Penelope are discussing about the person who will join the team. Before considering the dialogue, I think it's interesting to take a look at their positions in space. I'm aware that probably doesn't mean anything, but still. JJ and Spencer are sitting, Pen and Luke are standing; the couples can create an X (ok, I watched and stuedied too many Kubrick films).

Penelope asks: “Does anyone know when agent fill-in-the-blank is gonna start? Because I cannot begin my detailed, rumor-based background check without a name.”

Luke takes the opportunity to tease her: “You couldn't find anything out with all your super powers?” Not only what he says, but especially the way he does. So flirty tone, don't you agree?

She is so annoyed .“Oh, ha ha, newbie." Pen looks at him just for a sec, then looks away.

Someone, as you can see, notices all. JJ turn on Luke.

While Pen keeps to rave "It's not like I haven't tried. I checked with all the mes in other units to see if any of their agents are transferring over." Luke looks back at his friend, with a smile that becomes sweetier, when he lowers his gaze. She finally concludes: "Nobody knows diddley-squat.”

JJ says “Well, I feel like Emily's been poring over these resumes forever. I mean, the brass has to approve a new agent soon, right?” and Garcia replies ”All I know is, whoever he or she is, they'd better be nice. That is the most important thing to me.” we can wonder if she made a similar speech even when they knew that someone was about to take Morgan place. Anyway, she let her gaze wander, and doesn't look at him. Spencer underlines “To all of us.”. Pen continues “Amen. So whoever this well-qualified mystery person is, I say once they join, we change our name from The Magnificent 7 to The Awesome 8. Huh? It's perfect.” she is so proud of her idea, but they don't seem so thrilled.

Spencer turns on Luke. His grimace is funny. Not even JJ is with her, this time. They all mumble, until Spencer says “Well I don't know.”

Penelope quickly recovers: “I'm declaring a dictatorship. You guys don't get a vote. Especially you, newbie.” She directly indicates Luke, calling him for the second time in few minutes/seconds, Newbie.

His reaction is fabulous. He tried to hold on for 1 second. Then, loses the battle. Even before his mouth, his eyes are smiling. And the way he looks at her, until Emily appears on the balcony, is just illegal. It's like he was saying, with his eyes "Yes, I'm your Newbie, especially... I'm yours".

Then Emily tells them they have a case and the brief is about to start. They all sit. Not only Luke and Pen are sitting close... but look at Luke staring at her while she is giving them the files.

He then decides to get her attention, taking the remote control. So, Luke looks back at her, again, like he can't do otherwhise. His gaze leaves her only a moment before she asking him, with her open hand, to give her back the object. But then he looks again at her, and keeps do it, until the passage is completed.

It's weird, but we see the same thing by another perspective, JJ's. Her expression, her little smile, means that she knows there is something going on.

They have another interaction almos at the end of the scene, when he asks about the skeleton and she replies they haven't info yet. They seem both professional, even if she doesn't look at him.

Scene (moment) 2

In this scene, we have just a little thing. The team is on the jet. Penelope explains details about the missing woman: “And I matched a 911 call that mentioned a very distinctive and eponymous tattoo on her decolletage. That means she has a tattoo of cherries on her…”.

Rossi stops her. We hear Prentiss talking, but we see also Luke reaction to this... joke? I'm not sure we should consider it as an intentional joke. It's just... Garcia. And he adores whatever can come from that mouth.

You can see that Luke expression in the last pic is identical to his one when she says "Oh, I'm a splash of color, stop it" in 12x14. It's his "I adore you" face.

Scene 3

This moment is relevant even if Penelope is not present. JJ and Luke are talking about the new agent.

Luke says “Whoever comes in gets that title and Garcia can stop calling me newbie.” But considering his expression, I'm not totally sure this is what he really wants (and I can't help but make a comparison - spoiler - with his phrase about Tyler as the most hated by Garcia...).

Anyway, JJ replies “Oh, no, see, she is a creature of habit. I think you're stuck with that one, newbie.”. She teases him and he likes it.

Scene 4

This is a neutral moment, but it must be included, for statistics. Emily, Spencer and Luke call Garcia and ask her about group that practices particular... habits.

She asks, surprised “Corporal what, come again?” and Luke explains to her “Basically it involves causing yourself physical pain in the search for spiritual growth.”. Then she finds a group called True Believers.

Luke asks “Do they have a headquarters in Yakima?” and she replies “I wouldn't call it that. More like they meet in someone's living room.”

Scene 5

The team is back; Tara proposes to go for a drink at O'Keefee, they all agree, then Garcia reaches them.

Rossi says that he is buying, so she asks “Buying what?”. They explain to her. Luke asks if someone knows who is the man in the bullpen.

And here you can see the coordination, the sync. They before the others. I'm perfectly aware that this means nothing, but it still makes me happy (for Kubrick reasons). Emily introduces the new agent, Stephen Walker. Rossi also knows him and welcomes him with a hug. Then Garcia starts to stare at him with a weird smile on her face.

Here we are. She says "Let me be the first to welcome you" and stretches out her hand, to shake his. The camera moves on the left side of the screen, when someone isn't so happy of this... welcoming party. Luke laughs and says “Hey, you’re forgetting something”, but Penelope is hurry to replies “I’m forgetting nothing, newbie”. Can we talk about the change of her attitude? From a second to another, bang, she is a different person.

JJ says "Told ya" while they are glaring at each other.

Last thing of the ep. Stephen shakes the hand of all BAU members. When he arrives at Penelope, you can see Luke protesting and pointing at her. They seem like kids, can't stop to fight.

And now, I need to share a theory. In my opinion, Luke said that he wanted Garcia stop calling him Newbie, because he didn't/doesn't want to be only a Newbie, for her; but, at the same time, he wants to be her Newbie, just... in a good way. He wants to be special, something apart from the team. I think that this argument is valid also for - spoiler - Tyler situation, when he denied to be jealous that Tyler got his place as most hated by Garcia. Luke just wanted and still wants to be special for her... if it is possible... in a positive way.

Analysis of garvez scenes

#garvez #criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #luke alvez #luke x penelope #penelope x luke #garcia x alvez #alvez x garcia #penelope garcia x luke alvez #luke alvez x penelope garcia #12x8 #ramblings #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #david rossi #spencer reid #tara lewis #spehen walker

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