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wisteria-lodge · 27 days

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snake primary + neutral snake secondary

Hello. I decided to write this according to the list you gave. I have a huge struggle with my primary. I guess it is burned, but I don’t know what it is, or I don’t want to see it because that hurts my ego if it sounds completely fake or in some way empty, or I just don’t vibe with it. Which I understand is an issue in itself.

An interesting issue. You don’t want a primary assigned to you because you’re worried it’ll sound fake? I’ll keep an eye on that.

For my secondary I guess it is just straight up a lion, mostly being off or burned, burned badger or bird. I definitely use pre-made personas in social or stressful situations, but I prepare so little that I could be anyone.

This sounds like Burnt Bird secondary “I do the Bird secondary thing, but not very well.” Or possibly a Bird secondary model that you wish you didn’t have to use.

Before I have to tell you even if I don’t have clinical depression or a diagnosis, I don’t feel happy, and it probably shows. I am someone who cries every time they see Everything Everywhere All At Once, which at this point probably tells a lot about a person.

… it tells me that you’re very probably neurodivergent. Very possibly ADHD, but I don’t like to diagnose in these things. (Not actually possible anyway.)

Also, heads up for my English, it is nowhere near perfect or fluent, so there might be some annoying mistakes, even though I know you don’t point it out to people. I ran it through a grammar check, but I have little doubt I missed something.

Sometimes I wish I’d care more about other people, about strangers, but I don’t care much naturally, and it becomes even more pronounced when I am stressed or having to spend a lot of my energy outside myself. Then, that gaze towards outside shuts down, and I stop focusing and giving attention to other people.

You’re not naturally a Badger, taking meaning and energy from the community. Snake is absolutely possible, especially with the way Snakes will focus very intensely on their own bodies when they haven’t got a lot of extra energy to spare. Like, sure you’d like to do more, and doing more makes you feel like a good person, but that’s extra.

A co-worker could be talking about their accident and what happened to their family, and I would stare blindly and think to myself they are trying to get sympathy and I would not budge at this point. While more normally I would give them it, even if I didn’t feel sorry for them.

You might also just be low empathy, which is… just kind of a neutral thing. I’m low empathy. A lot of people actually find it comforting that they can be upset around me without getting doubly stressed that they’re making my day worse.

After all, some emotional work needs to be put into maintaining relationships and keeping it alive.

True. And the way you just kind of put that out there as a kind of ‘Rule to Live By’ is actually making me think Bird primary is possible... or a Bird primary model over a burnt primary?

As a kid I was timid, afraid to explore town, thinking someone will come and say I can’t walk there. I was never peaceful, but I followed my mother’s advice to ignore bullies and don’t give them attention. Jokes on me – I never learned how to fight and argue. I remember myself hot headed, attention seeking, trying to talk with others, even making up lies or cutting bangs by myself just so people notice me. But I was always careful not to make trouble for my mother, be safe, get no injuries, clothes fine and without a rip.

I’m leaning more Snake primary for you. Your mother is clearly a very important figure in your life, and what she thinks and values is important, because she thinks it. You ignore bullies, don’t wander, and don’t get in trouble because your Mom told you not to… but there’s still this undercurrent of but I would have liked to. In fact, the way you behave for your mom seems to be very at odds with the “attention seeking” “hot-headed” “notice-me” behavior from the rest of your life. I’m considering Snake secondary (because of the different faces for differnt people) or Lion/Burnt Lion secondary (because you would have liked learning how to fight and argue.)

I was obsessed with Three Musketeers, friendship and finding connection. I would focus on a small group of people or even one person and hold onto it. It started getting really hard time when I had no friends whatever. That pushed me into survival mode and made me quiet and thoughtful.

This focus on small groups of friends is making me really lean Snake primary. (Also, if you’re a Snake Lion, then The Three Musketeers would be *the* perfect media for you.)

I think I solve low-stakes problems with something that looks like a snake or rapid fire bird. I think if I can and have someone close I can call for help, I will. Once in the dorms my European windows fall off the hinges, I couldn’t close it or put it back. I could have definitely done it myself with more time and more focusing and seeing how things work. But I had a friend living there next to me, so I asked them to come. Not that they knew more about windows than I did, but as out both room windows were similar in age maybe they would have a similar issue and know what to do. I don’t think they did, but it was fun and I wish I could do it more - meeting life with your friends and not alone, that’s why I called them. Administration would have been the last resort, they were pretty meh. I think we just ended looking around and putting it back in somehow, just trying to close it in different ways. I was always careful with it after that.

That’s lovely. And… weirdly I think I’m going to put this in for primary, for that whole “meeting life not alone” thing. That’s bigger than just problem solving, that’s getting into why you do things at all.

The actual problem solving seems to be “lets compare the broken window to a similar, not-broken window and see what’s wrong.” There’s a *little* I Know A Guy bird in this ‘who specifically do I know who would be able to solve this problem.’ But I could honestly see coming from any secondary.

In high-stake situations, the most important thing to me is reaching a mental space where I am stable, looking around without panic. That’s why sometimes, instead of pulling an all-nighter before an exam I turned on a movie. I just couldn’t deal with the stress and said bye lol. I didn’t do it all the time, I also studied a lot, alone and with friends, although I cannot say where studying or the movie was more useful. I personally would say in high-stakes situations it’s most critical to try to calm down and manage my stress and anxiety.

This is making me say Improvisational secondary (Lion or Snake.) Extra preparation isn’t going to comfort you, it’s going to mess you up. You’re not a Bird or Badger, who’ll get stressed out if they don’t read their notes over one more time. You want the mental space and agility to correctly read and correctly respond to the situation, and so you’re giving yourself the best chance for that.

I had experience with bad roommates so in dorms I wanted to live alone, not bother or bothering someone. While this opinion wasn’t allowed legally in our college, students would bribe administrator. I hate bribing, giving chocolate for literally noticing me in someone’s place (it’s a bribe older generation does here while asking employees for something they think is a favor, but it’s kind of their job; why don’t we just stop being assholes to each other instead? I am not sure other parts of the world does this so hence the explanation).

It’s interesting. You’re describing bribing, like - yeah you’re breaking the rules… but everyone does it, and everyone knows everyone does it, and to some degree you’re even expected to do it. But even though it’s kind of normal, it still bothers you. And this would bother a Lion secondary (who love to be straightforward and honest) more than it would bother a Snake (who might not even think of giving an administrator a “”gift”” as a bribe.)

As I mentioned earlier, administrator was meh and everyone and their mother knew it, so you can imagine I thought this is big, and I have to survive this and come on top.

This is very Snake primary energy, it has that practicality I absolutely love.

Money, I thought, should be the most useful, but there’s also too much and too little. In short, I sit down, wrote an application, had an envelope in my bag, talked a bit about how I would like to live alone and tried to slip it out of my bag on the table as it was nothing special. The most interesting thing was that he seemed amused all this time, and even then, I had my hair down and had lipstick on, so I don’t know, maybe my baby face looked interesting, or maybe that’s just stress distorting my memories. I was kind of prepared, but not really if you know what I mean, I obviously needed more information, but I was either naïve and thought this will work or this will be enough. In some way I was also mostly thinking I hate this, this either will work with how much I prepared or not, let’s go in and see. Maybe not good enough for sorting according to high-stakes situations but thank gods in some way that the only ones I had are like this one or exams.

Now that I have built your anticipation,

You absolutely have, I am extremely invested in this story.

let’s check together how that ended up for me, shall we? I did get a room for myself, and I really loved the room I got the first year there. Its window opened up to a street, I saw a lot of trees, sky, a neighboring apartment complex that did not belong to college. The bribery? It went well, they were either monitored or they actually meant what they said that they can’t guarantee me anything, and that the college had plans to reduce the available space due to shortage of students. So in the end, I left with my money, a little bruised dignity and a new experience, that I knew I would never want to repeat. We just do what we need to do, and what we are okay about doing, no?

I hate bribery, but I wanted to live alone more, so it weighted over.

Something like that (and this whole story, really) makes me think your primary is fighting with your secondary. You think bribing is wrong, and your Lion secondary hates not just being direct and ASKING for what you want... but you want that private room, so of course you go for it. You had a bad experience in dorms before, you’re going to protect yourself. That’s the decision that you feel best about.

And when it came down to this conversation, you got dressed up, you considered your appearance and how you came across, you thought about what the right level of bribery would be. But in the end, you think that the fact that you looked “interesting” got you through. And “this either will work with how much I prepared or not, let’s go in and see” is SO Lion. It’ll work, or it won’t, it’s out of my hands.

Recently I made a hard decision of whether to go back home or stay. Decisions are hard for me, especially when neither one nor the other option look better. I tried to take all that I have gathered about the situation and see which side is/feels stronger, which one has more value.

I’m starting to see what’s got you confused about your primary. One thing about being in a Snake is that decisions get a lot harder when they don’t affect your personal safety and well-being, or the safety and well-being of your People. You’re making a decision with ALL the tools here - gathering information to know which side is stronger (Bird), asking yourself what side feels stronger (Lion), and also considering which side has more value (depending on exactly what you mean by “value,” this could be Badger or Snake. All those approaching are going to give you slightly different answers.

I left unfriendly environment which saw no value in me or my culture for a more friendly place, where my roots are, where I can make my own decisions, but I had to leave my family. I didn’t feel good there, had no one I wanted to hold onto. But even though I am not a badger, but I am still in a missing people mood.

I bet you are. You’re a Snake, and you don’t have any People right now. (You’re not Burned. You’ve just recently moved to a new place, and don’t have any People yet.)

This was absolutely the Snake decision, also. You didn’t feel valued, so you went where you knew you could set things up the way you like them. You left your family to do it, and sure leaving your family hurts, but I think you would have felt like you’d betrayed yourself if you stayed.

Connection is so human, and we fuck it up so bad from so early on. Does it matter if you still feel alone around people who surround you? It doesn’t, so maybe it’s better to let your family members rest, be somewhere lonely without them and try to do it yourself. Is it already depressing? I am sorry I hope this doesn’t feel like trauma dumping.

Nah, you’re fine. You’re absolutely going to find people you connect to.

My fantasies change with time depending on what inspires and moves me then. I fantasize about a Scandinavian style house, surrounded by snow and a night sky, full of books and huge windows when I just want to run away. Other times I fantasize about being a powerful wizard on the run or in disguise, just trying to live with friends, accepted and running from some kind of huge responsibilities or a war. Not that I never fantasized about something more ambitious, but that probably changed with how my life experiences shaped the worldview I have now. Do I have to mention fantasies of falling in love with someone nice while doing something that I like and brings me joy or is that just basic haha?

The “living with friends/falling in love with someone nice”... that’s very human, but since this significant other person features heavily in a short description of your fantasy, going to put that as a point for Snake primary.

The characters I identify most with probably has nothing to do with me or who I am, more with how I see them. I identify with Lorelai from Gilmore Girls. In my opinion, she has a similar energy to me, to what I think I am inside or could be with a little more stability and confidence. She talks nonsense, and it is fine most of the time, people still like her. She loves her community, her little town, she creates life there and doesn’t wish to leave, and she doesn’t feel a need to run or rush somewhere. I feel I am most healthy and stable when that rush leaves me, and I am stable enough in here and now to actually live there.

I was honestly pretty happy with Lion Secondary as a sorting for you. But now I wonder. This doesn’t seem like something a Lion secondary would say. It seems like a Neutral Snake would say. And Lorelai is a VERY loud Neutral Snake (and a very loud Snake primary.

Now, Lion secondaries can be mellow, and just want to Vibe, but I absolutely do see shape-shifting capabilities from you, and I wouldn’t expect to see them from a Lion (unless you also had models or performances.) When you were a kid you were careful and thinking a lot about the ‘correct’ thing around your mom, but wild around your friends. In the bribing situation you came in with a persona, but then switched around - you’re funny, you’re interesting, you’re naive. Also in the wizard fantasy - you’re running away from the war, you don’t want to deal with it. Lion secondaries tend to fantasize about being revolutionaries or leading armies.

Snake Secondaries who like staying in Neutral have a blunt take-it-or-leave it quality which I do see from you, but you also seem just... kind of tired. Not Burnt, but just kind of done with dealing with a family who makes you feel lonely, an administration who isn’t helpful, an environment that doesn’t value your culture... no wonder you just want the ability to just say whatever, and not have to think about it.

I also think that the lack of a Person (which is a primary issue) is making this whole ask much more ‘authenticity’ flavored than it would be otherwise. You want, you really really desperately want a person to trust enough, and value enough, to be that level of authentic with.

I identify with Joy from Everything Everywhere, because she feels like a friend who doesn’t need you to tell them how you feel in these feeble words, she looks at you, and she knows, the whole movie knows.

You’re fantasizing about someone who just *gets* you, immediately. (You’re fantasizing about a Person.)

Likewise, I identify with Hunter from The Owl House. He says he misses knowing who he supposed to be. He comes from a really unhealthy background, but I just feel happy thinking how not only he himself warms up to people, but others warm up to him, see good in him, accept him and start to care, not how good people care, but how a friend cares. Hahaha, I identify with Pippin from LOTR movies, because he makes mistakes, and everyone around him is like WTF can you not, why don’t you just stand in one place or be tied to a leash? He’s not stupid, he’s not careless, he’s not bad or ignorant per se, mistakes just happen, it’s natural and instead of being made to feel wrong, let’s just not do that and make it normal, because it will happen, and we will learn from our mistakes without pressure or shouting. It’s a miracle Pippin wants to do things after all.

You’re fantasizing about getting a group of People. Don’t think it’s at all a coincidence that both the Owl House and the Lord of the Rings focus on a small, rag-tag group of people who don’t quite fit, for one reason or another. I also think you’ve probably been dealing with someone who does not react to *normal* mistakes in a healthy way. So of course Pippin and Hunter would be comforting.

Things that make me feel powerful? Money, having choices, being able to say no, I will not do anything of what you suggest and instead do this completely different thing. Because I can, because I want it, because I can see I will succeed, I will make it. I can choose to do things my way. You need money or other resources to be able to do that. Calling a plumber and being able to pay them would make me more powerful than waiting for someone I know do me a favor based on our relationship. While not being able to select what I want, or having crappy choices wherever I look makes me feel locked up and incredible passive. To quote the quiz, helplessness doesn’t make me angry, it freezes m, but I don’t get angry.

Damn. Yeah, I don’t know what I can say to any of that. What is power? Money, and the ability to say no. And really, when you get down to it - money is important when it allows to say no. The more you can say no, the more powerful you are.

Recently graduating was the most difficult thing I had to do. I had little to no help, big expectations from the board and little freedom on what decision I could make. Myself already being anxious about what I will do in the future and this major giving me panic attacks in the making did not help focus and do it right. I wonder would it have been better if I majored in something I loved but was kind of useless, than something I hated but what is seen as practical and marketable.

There really isn’t a right answer there. Not everyone needs to love their job, but some do. Some people are fine without a steady paycheck, or without a large paycheck - but some aren’t. Any decision that involves the future like that is going to be a gamble. And I guess I’m at the point now, with how fast the world and the economy is changing, that trying to guess what will be practical and marketable ten years down the line - isn’t nearly as sure a thing as it used to be.

From what I’ve gathered, thesis can feel useless. I knew a guy who paid someone to write it for him, and honestly with my own experience I wouldn’t care about ethics of it now and would have rather done that if I could have a chance. In the end, how exactly writing your last paper, thesis shows your skills? Sure, you can follow academic paper writing rules, you can use computer, you can read and gather information from research papers, and you can ignore your anxiety and interview people, interpret their answers and have enough skill in a language you are using to not only make sense but follow all the rules. I guess you can use the skills somewhere; I am just talking myself out of this idea. Wait, if someone who never majored in your area and does not have the skills you worked for, can write you a paper and write it good, it’s not an excellent way to evaluate someone.

Yeah, Snake secondary for sure. And what can I say, you make a compelling case. The structural problems in academia, the classism, the behind-the-times - it’s very much still there, and there are lots of people who can talk about it much better than I can.

My friends were busy with their own stuff, my family were far away and with a big generational gap, professors didn’t help and then evaluated me strangely. It was really hard to see a person I knew for a few years, liked, wanted to impress be against me. Sorry I am tired, but I really needed to write something, and this seemed like a good thing to occupy myself with. Off course, I don’t know how you feel about academic unfaithfulness, but from my perspective, my experience was shitty enough that I wouldn’t give a flying sausage if there would be a next time, especially if I did everything else the right way. I really don’t know how much it was me, because it was me in some ways, but I still think my supervisor didn’t help me, but was ready to judge me. She probably felt she wasn’t paid enough to deal with my problems then. Right. You know what I want to do now? I want to never look back, never get back there, and never even touch this major. I want to leave it in the past and start anew. I want to be able to choose and not be tied to it.

Spoken like a snake secondary. And no wonder why you seem so tired. Also, being treated badly by your advisor is going to hurt anybody... but ESPECIALLY a snake primary.

Thank you for your time. Have a great day. Or night.

I will. :) Thanks for writing in.

#submission #sortme #wisteria sorts #shc #sortinghatchats #snake primary #snake secondary #lion vs snake secondary #double snake #neutral snake

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blushweddinggowns · 10 months

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Ever since Steve had gotten that new job at Family Video, he was gone, a lot. Too often for Eddie’s liking, even if it was just a part time job. And when he was off, it was a fucking battle to get him all to himself.

The kids were always after him, and then there was Nancy, and now freaking Robin, who seemed to be beating them all out nine times out of ten. And he couldn’t really do anything about it. Because Steve followed all the rules. He called every two hours, always came home when he said he would, and spent every night in their bed. Eddie always knew where he was, what his plans were for the day. And the girl made him so happy.

Eddie had half-expected that same nice feeling he had when he saw Steve and Nancy together, happy just to see Steve happy. But with Robin, it was different. In all honesty, he was jealous. But it was a very confusing jealousy. He knew that Steve didn’t love her like he did him, he wasn’t that insecure. The girl was a fucking lesbian for god’s sake. He heard the words come straight from her own mouth.

She had been so shy when she told them, near hiding behind Steve while Nancy and Eddie sat on the couch. Shy and scared, like they would ever be capable of rejecting her over something so small. God, Eddie was easy, because that whole thing had melted his heart. No wonder her sad face always worked on Steve, the girl was naturally adorable.

Which just made the fact that he didn’t like her worse. It wasn’t her fault, he knew that on some level. But as sick as it was, he didn’t really like anyone being close to where he was in Steve’s life. And she was starting to skirt uncomfortably close to the line.

Because Steve loved Robin. Really loved her. Like knew everything about her loved her. Eddie knew that he loved everyone in their family, but this was different. Even Nancy, who Steve would do literally anything for, wasn’t in the same league. Because something about those two just clicked, bizarrely fast. Like finishing each other’s sentences fast. Like telling each other every traumatic childhood experience they ever had in the span of a month fast.

And he kind of fucking hated it. Nancy had boundaries, lines that Steve or anyone weren’t allowed to cross. But Robin didn’t. At least not for Steve. No, he could be just as weird with her as he could be with Eddie. Whiny, possessive, touchy, she didn’t care. If anything she just gave it back full force. And for so long Eddie had been the only one who could fully deal with how intense Steve was. And he liked it that way.

And the worst part was how much Eddie actually liked her. Or he would have if he didn’t feel like he was in competition with her for Steve’s spare time. He hadn’t known at the time just how literal she was with the little I won’t let him die, comment. But she had stayed true to her word. And was also one of the only other people in their group that was reasonably freaked out by all his crazy shit. And in Eddie’s eyes, cowardice wasn’t a bad trait if it meant keeping the people he loved alive.

But despite how much he trusted her, despite how happy she made Steve, Eddie sincerely, wanted her to fuck off. Just a little bit. Not that he let it show to either of them.

Did that make him a horrible person? Yes. Was that anything new? No.

But at least he wasn’t alone. Nancy was annoyed too, but to a more reasonable extent. In a way, she had been just as spoiled with Steve’s time as he had been. There were common days that Eddie was busy with things that Steve wasn’t involved in, and she used to have first pick when it came to when they hung out. But now she had to work around his new work schedule and his new best friend schedule, all while her boyfriend was hundreds of miles away.

It was an annoyance they kept between themselves. But it was nice to have someone to be shitty with, just one more thing he loved about Nancy.

They were whispering about it as their table, eyes stuck on Robin and Steve laughing across the room. They were at the bowling alley, sitting around with drinks after a frankly embarrassing loss to the wonder duo. They were crowded around a claw machine, Robin cheering Steve on as he tried to go for the impossible elephant in the back. Robin had already won Steve a stuffed narwhal, so according to him that meant he was obligated to return the favor. Despite the fact that he had already lost four times.

“They’re adorable and I hate it,” Nancy sighed as she gnawed on her straw, “The worst part is how great she is. Did you know I tried to invite Steve to the movies last weekend? Well guess who picked up the phone?”

“Robin?”

“Robin,” Nancy said, “And I actually ended up inviting her to the movies. And had fun.”

“Traitor,” Eddie huffed half-heartedly, feet kicked up on the table, “But I know what you mean. I can’t even hate her. Did you know she speaks four languages? How is that fair?”

Nancy shrugged, “It isn’t. But neither is life I guess.”

She was right about that. But he just wanted her to back off a little. But without hurting her feelings, or pissing Steve off. There was only one answer he could think of, “Makes me want to find her a girlfriend or something. Just somewhere to redirect her time. Maybe I can put out some feelers.”

Nancy raised a brow at him, “A girlfriend? In this town? Good luck.”

“Why not?” Eddie asked, “I got lucky. You got lucky. Why can’t she?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Oh yeah, I’m so lucky that my boyfriend moved across the country.”

“Y’know what I mean,” Eddie said, eyes already scanning the room. It really would be the perfect solution wouldn’t it? The only problem was that he didn’t really know what gay girls were supposed to look like. But he did know that Robin drooled like an idiot for anyone who even slightly resembles a young Barbara Eden. That couldn’t be too hard to replicate, right?

He kept looking around, eyes stopping when on a particular petite blonde. Oh, she was definitely Robin’s type.

“Hey look at her,” Eddie said quietly, jutting his chin forward in the blonde’s direction, “She’d be perfect.”

It helped that she seemed to keep glancing Robin’s way, barely paying attention to what her friends were saying. She kept smiling to herself, coincidently synched with every dramatic cheer Robin gave Steve. That seemed as good a sign as any.

Eddie was more than happy to play the part of her unknown wingman, especially if it meant having Steve to himself again.

But Nancy didn’t seem very impressed. She raised a brow at him, “You have no idea who that is, do you?”

But Eddie was already on his feet, shrugging when Nancy tried to stop him, “Feelers!”

He made his way over, a plan forming in his head. It’s not like he was going to tell anyone she was gay, that was far from his place. But maybe he could gauge any interest, or at least her personal level of strangeness. Because they couldn’t just be gay. They had to be a little weird if it was ever going to work. He just needed to see if he could find someone who had the vibe. And a good starter test for that was to see if she closed down on Eddie “The Freak” Munson straight away.

She startled a little when he waltzed right up to her, but she didn’t turn and run, which was sadly something. He stuck his hand out with a smile, “Hey there. I’m Eddie.”

He half expected her to laugh at him, or at least ask who the hell he thought he was. But she didn’t do either. Instead she smiled back, reaching out to shake his hand, “Chrissy.”

From the newest chapter of this fic!

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #the universe trapped in your skin #steddie childhood friends au #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #season 3 rewrite #the jealousy is thick #but my girl is here to stay #stobin #platonic stobin

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stonyoongi · 2 years

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➙ part one

WARNINGS: physical aggression, self-deprecating thoughts, reader is lonely, isolation, toxic relationship, self mutilation, emotional dependence, jungkook is a really disturbed guy. i'm sorry I forgot something :((((

TAGLIST: @mwitsmejk @outro-kook @lolitaj

SERIES MASTERLIST NAVIGATION

You reality liked Ms Jeon, she seems what people usually reffer to as a good person. She was kind, said you would always be welcome in her house and she even complimented your clothes. You were internally sad as you said goodbye to her, as you would really like to spend more time with her and maybe, also with her son. You liked Jungkook too, he seemed nice. You could be friends, he was looking at you when he got out of the car that morning.

"See you later, Jungkook?" are the first words that come out of your mom's lips when you walk through the front door.

"I was just trying to be nice," you take a deep breath, before turning back to her with a small smile. The last thing you want is to annoy her. "You told me to be nice to the new neighbors," you justifies yourself once again.

"I know, but not with that boy!", she closes the distance between you. "When you told me you were a couple with kids, I was expecting girls!"

"He's my age, and you say I'm a kid, so I thought.." the slap that follows prevents you from finishing your sentence.

"Are you questioning me?!", her voice sounds indignant. "Yeah, you brat, I know what I said, but you know the rules well", one of her hands goes to your neck, where she squeezes without any fear and you don't react. It's not like any physical punishment from her has a big effect on you, but the intention to hurt you in some way is what really hurts you. You hate yourself for making your mother angry, when all she does is protect you. "You know the misfortunes that boy will bring to our lives if you let him, Y/N, so keep your distance. I won't repeat it."

"Alright Mom, I'm sorry," you've probably forced the thousandth smile since you woke up. "It won't happen again, I promise."

"Go to your room and don't leave until I tell you to."

You like being in your room and you like everything about it. It's the only place where you feel free to be yourself, without fear of breaking one of your mother's thousands of rules, where you can really relax. There is no key to the door, but your mother always knocks before entering and you are grateful for that. You are grateful for many things. You usually read some book, obviously selected by your mother, study or write in your diary. You also have a sewing machine, with which you make your own clothes based on descriptions of what the young ladies in the books wear.

You are about to go to your bookshelf to choose something to pass the time, when you notice something in the window. It's Jungkook, he's doing something in one of those shiny boxes people call a computer, you've never approached one, but it looks like fun. The expression on his face is one of pure displeasure, as he quickly presses several buttons and probably scolds someone inside, you see his lips moving. Before you can peek any further, the sound of knocking on the door gains your attention. Is your mother about to fight you again?

"Come in," you quickly close the curtains. She would be disappointed if she found out who your new window neighbor is.

"Hey Y/N", much to your relief, it's Kim Jisoo. Your first, only and best friend.

You met when you were 5 years old, it was Jisoo's mother, the realtor who closed the deal with your mother to buy this house. You became close quickly and Ms. Kim made a point of always bringing her daughter when possible to play with you, as she felt sorry for how lonely you always were. As you grew up, Jisoo kept visiting you on her own. She is the one who brings you news from the outside world, who explains to you about new technologies, things that are popular among people your age. She is also your confidant, to whom you tell things that happen and cannot write in your journal.

You don't understand what makes her so nice to you. Jisoo is a pretty, friendly girl, the type that everyone wants to be around, as she is a good friend. She doesn't have to, but she still insists on coming to see you at least once a week. She is also so fun and funny, she has a kind of charm that makes people like her. Even your mother sympathizes with the girl, so much so that she is the only person allowed in yourr house. You know that she receives a different child from you, that she attends school, has several other friends, travels on vacation and also uses a computer.

You kind of envy her perfect life sometimes, but you know you're partly to blame for living in such a different way. You don't go to school out of fear, you know people wouldn't like a freak like you. You can't even eat the amount of a normal person

"I like your dress, you have talent," she compliments sitting on the edge of your bed. "You could be a stylist, you know?"

"Thanks Soo, I can make one for you"

"I would love!"

It's the first time you've spontaneously smiled since you woke up this morning. The idea of designing and sewing clothes for people enchants you, but it's just a distant dream, since you would have to go to people, but you can't even leave the house.

"So you have new neighbors?" you confirm with a nod. "Have you met them?" your head moves once more.

You are lying side by side on your bed, staring into each other's faces. You like this position.

"Mom made a pie and we took us to them earlier, an adult woman and her son. He's our age," you explains.

"Oh, a boy?", a smile full of ulterior motives forms on her lips and you know what comes next. "What is he like? Is he pretty? Come on, tell me!" her excitement is contagious and suddenly you start talking as excited as she is.

"His name is Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.", you like his name. "He's quite tall, black hair and.." you try to remember more of his characteristics. "Oh, of course, and he also has some earrings in both of his ears, just like you."

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he curses, slamming both fists into the wooden stand. Keyboard was too expensive to break like that, although he's really pissed off for his third straight loss in yet another game.

He blames the idiot in his duo for getting in his way instead of helping him. He blames his mother, for being so irritating and coming to bother with this business of getting out of the room a little and getting in the way. He blames you too, for not getting out of his fucking head and ruining his concentration.

He feels the mattress sag as he throws himself on the bed, cell phone in hand. A proud smile forms on his lips as he checks his notifications, and damn, there are 58 missed calls from the same number and 347 new messages. He knows very well who it is, even if it's an unknown number.

When opening the chat, he notices some photos and videos between messages, he clicks on a 37 second file. There's a still forearm, then the image of a trembling hand holding a kind of blade, used to draw on the skin. The first letters are JJK and he knows they are his initials, then a heart, followed by the letters CS, which stands for Cassie Smith, his ex-girlfriend.

'How stupid are women', he thinks, rolling his eyes and glancing at the other images, not bothering to read the messages. He knows that in the end it's all "please come back", "I'm sorry, forgive me", "I miss you, where are you?" Her insistence both irritates and amuses him. There are photos taken in a mirror, sexy poses in beautiful lingerie, others of a face in tears, videos of the girl masturbating, audios with desperate screams.

He met Cassie in high school, they became friends and soon things developed into a relationship. She was too good, too clingy, too needy. The ease she provided for Jungkook to manipulate her made everything boring, she made him too bored and he broke up with her, but to his surprise, from there things started to get really fun.

Cassie threatened to get hurt and instead of trying to help her in any way, Jungkook only encouraged her to commit such acts to satisfy his own sadistic desires. Why bother looking for this kind of weirdness on the internet, when there's someone willing to do whatever he wants exclusively for him? Jungkook wasn't stupid, so he made everything look like she was the crazy one, who wouldn't leave him alone and tried to get him back through blackmail.

"Poor Jungkook, goddamn crazy slut!" was what everyone said.

"please seek help and leave me alone"

He sends the message and blocks contact, when another thought pops into his head: you. He knows you can and will make him feel better than Cassie did.

He goes to the window to find out what you were doing, but is disappointed to find the damn curtain hiding the inside of your room. Damn it!

He picks up his phone again and goes to the gallery, where he's created an album dedicated to you, called "Angel." In it is just the photo he took the day before, but he intends to photograph more and more of you. He clicks on the photo and uses it as the basis for the whole plot he creates in his own head.

He'd sneak into your room, you'd be in that same position writing in that notebook, too distracted to notice his presence, then he'd lock the door before sneaking up on you and then... Aggressive knocking on the door.

"Jungkook, come to dinner!", he huffs, it's his stepfather.

He wants so badly to get rid of this guy.

"You want to break the fucking door? I'm not deaf, I'm on my way!" he growls, angry at the interruption.

"Don't use that kind of language with your father, Jeon Jungkook! Apologize immediately", is now his mother. Excellent.

He stands up abruptly and walks to the door in order to unlock it, when he opens it he sees the two with unhappy expressions.

"He's not my fucking father, stop saying that shit!" Jungkook yells close to his mother's face, before slamming the door and locking it again, leaving the couple baffled.

He picks up his headphones and goes back to lie down, completely ignoring the reprimands on the other side of the door. He doesn't give a damn.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 10 months

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Regulus couldn't believe it. Arranged marriage shouldn't be a thing anymore. He had to meet Pandora Lovegood. Probably an annoying rich girl that was as superficial as the rest of these people. Walburga hadn't said precisely he was going to marry her. Regulus just had to be nice with her because they were around the same age. And her Uncle was the American Ambassador. But most of all, Grandpa Pollux and the rest of the bloody family, wanted to make sure he wasn't gay like Sirius. Not that anyone knew exactly if it was true.

That picture of Sirius kissing Lupin had been circulating throughout the Internet. Remus' face could be recognized but Sirius was on his back and it was blurry. Regulus knew it was him. But no one was hundred percent sure. Orion was still refusing to believe it.

Now Regulus had to pretend of course. Not that Regulus knew if he was straight. He hadn't fancied or dated anyone to know. All he knew was that he didn't want to be "forced" to like someone. But Regulus didn't know how to say no. Another burden that Sirius left.

Pandora Lovegood wasn't what he expected. She wasn't dressed with a classic dress. But with a colorful suit that appeared to have Unicorn vomit on it. She had short platinum hair and cool makeup. Surely what concerned Regulus more was the wide smile he was giving him as they were introduced. Regulus didn't know where to look.

Barty certainly would have many comments and jokes about her and her color choices.

"Regulus...." Walburga said, putting an arm around his shoulder and making him flinch "Why don't you show Pandora around?"

Walburga didn't like Pandora. Regulus could tell. But the fact that she was rich and important (and female) would content the rest of the Family. Which was the purpose after all.

"That sounds wicked!" Pandora bounced.

How did this girl have so much energy?

"Pandora, please take it easy. Will you?" Her Uncle implied rather irritated.

Pandora looked down embarrassed by the scolding.

"I would rather die" Regulus whispered.

"Sorry?" Walburga asked.

"I said it would be my pleasure" Regulus faked a smile.

"Care for a drink, Mr. Lovegood?"

As the adults left them alone, Regulus started panicking. There was a reason why he didn't have more friends than Barty. It was because he wasn't very eloquent with words. Barty did all the talking. Regulus hated speaking. And worse, he hated speaking with strangers.

Pandora was still smiling and looking around.

"Do you think we will live here when we get married?"

Regulus blinked. They hadn't talked about it. No one had said anything. They were introducing them that was all.

"What?" he asked "No, we are not... Who told you that?"

Pandora still didn’t seem bothered. She was still smiling.

"Isn't the whole point of this introduction?" she asked "And why I am going to Hogwarts now. To be close to you"

Regulus shook his head as if he could change things like that.

"Didn't your parents tell you? My Uncle keeps saying you are good suitor for me"

"Your Uncle is delusional. I am not going to marry you. I don't know you at all"

Pandora laughed.

"Let's see my future home"

"This is not your..."

And just like that she started walking through the house. Regulus considered leaving her alone and running away. Maybe hiding in the loo, calling Barty while smoking the joint he had hidden in his pocket. This was the most bizarre girl he had met. Who said such things while meeting someone for the first time?

But there was that feeling of guilt. Something that made him follow the rules and stay put. Something Sirius didn't have. But fuck Sirius. Regulus didn't want to think about him. He was angry. All of this was his fault.

Regulus sighed and rolled his eyes before going after Pandora.

Pandora, Regulus reckoned after spending five minutes with her, was like an energetic kid. She asked questions about everything around the house. And when Regulus was about to answer, she asked another one. Regulus found himself taking vases and reliques out of her hands before she broke them.

"No no no no... You're going to break this"

Or forbid her to touch stuff she wasn’t supposed to touch.

"Leave that alone, will you?"

Seriously it was like babysitting. Regulus hated kids. So he rolled his eyes every five seconds. Pandora introduced herself to all the servitude around as if they were Regulus' family or friends. The worst part was that she said: "Hi, I'm Pandora! Regulus' friend" to anyone who listened. Including some guests at the party.

"I want to see your room" Pandora said when they got to the second floor.

'When girls say that.. ' a voice inside his head that sounded too much like Barty said '.. Is because they want to have sex with you'

"No! Why?"

Regulus never understood his own cousins. Worst of all, another girls. He hadn't spoken to one for more than five minutes.

The idea of shagging Pandora made him panic. Even snogging her. Even coming closer.

"The way someone keeps their room says a lot about them" Pandora shrugged "Is it here?"

Pandora was pointing to Sirius' room, which hadn't been touched or opened since he left. Except when Regulus got extremely high and he missed his brother like hell, and he sneaked in.

"No!" Regulus took her arm and pushed her away rather harshly "Don't go in there!"

Pandora looked at him in confusion. Rubbing her arm. And Regulus realized perhaps he had been a bit too harsh. So his expression softened.

"My room is over there" he said pointing down the hall "But you have to promise not to touch anything"

Pandora smiled and nodded.

"Promise"

Pandora kept her promise. She didn't touch anything but she eyed everything with great curiousity. Regulus' room was very tidy in comparison to Sirius'. He didn't use much decorations or posters. Just a My Chemical Romance poster that had skeletons on it and Regulus found cool.

Pandora started singing the lyrics of The Black Parade which was kind of surprising. Regulus didn't know a pinky princess like her would like this type of music.

She eyed the well made bed, and the pile of clothes very well folded on a corner. And the stash of books Regulus owned. And the music sheets stuck by his desk.

"You are a musician?"

"I used to play the piano. Not anymore"

He used to practice daily. It was one of the things he loved doing when he was younger. But he didn't find inspiration anymore. He found all of it silly. Maybe because he was tired and sad all the time.

Pandora didn't answer. She seemed to be occupied with something on Regulus' night table.

"What is this?"

Pandora was holding the box that contained his stash of weed. No one from his family knew he actually smoked. He had forgotten to hide it. Pandora looked like the snitch that would tell her Uncle and the man would tell Regulus' parents. And he didn't want to have that conversation.

"Nothing!" Regulus took the box for himself.

He put the box inside a drawer rather aggressively. He could feel the joint inside his pocket burning.

Regulus might've needed it right now.

Pandora shrugged and moved to grab a picture frame. It was a picture of Sirius and him when they were kids. It was a happy one. Not like the the ones The Black's used for press or put around the house to pretend they were a happy family. Their smiles were genuine. That day their parents had a business trip or something. And Mrs. Syre had been miraculously sick. So they were sent to spend the day with their Uncle Alphard. Regulus remembered it as one of the best days of his life. Their Uncle let them eat all the sugar they wanted and play as much as they wished. Alphard had been into photography at that time. He was always into something new. And he took the picture. Sirius kept it of course. He kept everything cool or nice. And Regulus had found it in his room when he sneaked there to smoke the other day. That picture was before Lupin, before Potter, before everything.

"Is this you brother?" Pandora asked, getting Regulus out of the memory "I heard so much about him. That he is gay now and all... Which is fine. There's nothing wrong about being gay. I am actually thinking perhaps... "

"He is not gay" Regulus found himself spiting , Interrupting Pandora "He is just a bloody douchebag"

Thinking about Sirius made him extremely angry and sad lately. So much that he felt like punching something or breaking down crying. Regulus hated that he had left. Just like that. And suddenly forgot he had a family. That he had a brother. And Regulus had to take care of a lot of things since he left.

He hated that Pandora had an opinion about Sirius, that everyone had an opinion. That everyone was judging him.

Regulus took his stash out of the drawer, grabbed the frame from Pandora's hands and put it down. Hiding the picture.

"If you want to see what this is, I will show you" Regulus said "Follow me"

Pandora followed him very pleased, with a big smile on her face, and even bouncing a little.

"Your room shows you are actually not that though as you look like" Pandora said as she followed "You care too much about things and you are very disciplined with yourself. But you keep everything in layers afraid of showing others"

Regulus stopped walking just to say:

"Don't physicoanalize me based on my room"

Pandora simply laughed.

But she talked a lot on their way to the study where Regulus usually liked to smoke because of its large window so the smell would go away. Pandora talked about a lot of random facts about herself, her Uncle, and a lad named Ralf which apparently was her body guard. Regulus pretended he didn't care. But he listened closely.

By the time they got to the study, Regulus regretted even bringing Pandora here. She seemed like an innocent girl. Regulus didn't want to show her how to smoke weed.

But God, he was so stressed with everything. And Pandora talking and talking. He needed something to ease his mind.

"You can return to the party now"

"But I am having a blast with you!"

Pandora smiled as she began to curiously wonder around the room. Like she had done with all of the others.

"I thought we were smoking weed"

Damn. Perhaps this girl wasn't that innocent.

"I am not stupid" Pandora laughed, watching his face "I know how it smells and looks. Tons of kids used to do it at my school"

"And you?"

Pandora shook her head.

"I had never"

"Well then... I am not going to be the one to corrupt you"

"Is this a thing you would like to do right now?"

He would love to. But preferably alone. Or with Barty.

"Well..."

"Then let's do it!" Pandora exclaimed "I want to like the things you like. Because we are friends..."

They weren't friends.

"Or future spouses"

Pandora smiled as she tried to reach the joint in Regulus' hand but he pulled away.

"No!" he snapped "And we are not going to be spouses ever"

"Come on, Regulus" Pandora begged trying to reach it "Let me try"

"No!"

"I want to be cool like you!"

Regulus had never considered himself cool but okay...

"I said no!"

"Regulus Henry Black!" Pandora put her hands on her hips.

"My second name is not Henry"

"Whatever, it is the first name that came into my mind" Pandora shrugged. Then she frowned "Give it to me!"

"No!"

Pandora was now trying to tickle him. Just like Sirius used to do when they were kids. Regulus did his best not to giggle. And kept putting the joint away. Above his head because he was taller.

The next thing that happened was that Pandora had climbed on his waist, trying to grab it.

"Give it here!"

"Get off me!"

"Come on, Regulus!"

"What is wrong with you?!"

Pandora was laughing and Regulus hadn't had a clue of what to do. He was trying to cover himself and avoid the tickles. And Pandora was way heavier than she seems.

"Jesus Christ! Get off me!"

"I won't give up, Regulus"

It got to the point where they dropped to the floor on the carpet.

Regulus was on his back and Pandora was sitting on his waist. She finally grabbed the joint from his hand because Regulus was suddenly too uncomfortable to fight.

"Ha! Got it!" Pandora laughed.

"Honestly, what is wrong with you? You are literally insane!"

Pandora's expression changed. She looked sad and embarassed now which made Regulus feel guilty. But then Pandora added with a smile.

"How do I use this?"

In that second they heard a voice approaching.

"I told you I cannot talk right now, Ulrich!... Yes I am with her... What's the problem?... It's Narcissa, my girlfriend...."

Regulus didn't have time to react before Lucius Malfoy had crossed the door speaking on the phone. He was surprised to see Regulus there. Like he had been caught doing something bad. But then he saw Pandora on his waist and Lucius raised an eyebrow smiling.

"I have to go" he said to the phone. Then he stood by the door, crossing his arms and looking amused between the two.

"Sorry... Am I interrupting something?"

Regulus then realized in the compromised position they were immersed into.

"No! No no no..." he pushed Pandora away and she dropped to the floor letting out a soft shriek.

"No there is nothing going on..." Regulus stood up nervously "Me and her? No... Not at all"

This night had been crazy so far. He didn't want Lucius Malfoy, the bloody king of gossip, to tell Narcissa or worse Bellatrix about this. They would never leave him alone.

Or perhaps this was what the family wanted....

But Regulus would rather die than actually date a girl like this. She was too much.

But Lucius was laughing.

"I didn't know you were a little Casanova, eh Reggie?"

Sirius hated this asshole for a reason. He was a twat. Worth pranking on. Narcissa deserved better.

"Who would have thought?"

"Regulus, you pushed me!" And Pandora was now on his side. Until she noticed Lucius.

"Hi, I am Pandora" she shook his hand "Regulus' friend"

"We are not friends" Regulus said under his breath but there was no use.

"Lucius Malfoy..." he answered "Nice to meet you, sweetheart"

"Regulus and I were about to smoke a joint, Lucius"

Regulus' eyes opened up like plates. This girl was so thick.

"Pandora..." he grunted.

"A joint, you said?" Lucius asked.

Regulus wanted to deny it but Pandora had it in her hands and Regulus wanted to die.

Lucius smiled and closed the door behind him.

"Do you mind sharing that, Reggie?"

"It's Regulus. And no! We are just leaving"

He grabbed Pandora's hand for some reason but Lucius added:.

"If you share I won't tell anyone you smoke"

Regulus stopped.

"Does Cissy know you smoke?"

"Does Cissy know YOU smoke?"

This fucking wanker.

"Who is Ulrich?"

Lucius was surprised by that question.

"A friend from Oslo" he answered nervously "Is she your girlfriend?" Lucius pointed at Pandora.

"No! She is my... friend"

Was she? Pandora smiled at that statement.

"And future wife" she added.

Regulus dropped her hand because he was still holding it.

"No we are not!"

"Yes we are?"

"Says who?"

"Our families"

"Bullshit"

"Damn..." Lucius added looking between the two "The chemistry"

Regulus wanted to vomit.

They ended up sharing the split. Regulus and Lucius had agreed to not tell what they apparently knew about each other and keep quiet. Somehow Pandora agreed too. Though she wasn't involved but whatever.

Regulus found himself very pendant of Pandora because it was her first time smoking. She coughed a little but then she learned quickly not to. Regulus didn't know if he should be surprised or concerned.

All he knew was that he was starting to relax as he got high. Best feeling in the world lately.

"Is it true you are marrying Narcissa?"

Regulus asked, trying not to be bothered by Pandora's hands running through his hair.

Lucius coughed after he took a drag.

"Who told you that?"

"Everyone is expeculating about it" Regulus shrugged "It is the next move, isn't it? Now that Sirius is not the heir. Probably your father thinks I am not capable. You have to marry Narcissa to be part of the family and therefore be considered an Heir"

Lucius seemed pale and uncomfortable. But perhaps he was also high because he grinned.

"Damn, Reggie. You are too fucking intelligent"

"It's Regulus"

"Who is Narcissa?"

Pandora seemed to be the most high of them all. And Regulus was worried because it was his responsabilty.

"My cousin..." he said "His girlfriend"

Lucius nodded at that.

"Oh that's cool!" Pandora bounced on the couch "I think I actually have cousins but none of them speak to me. No one from my father's side speak to me. Apparently he ran off to marry my mother who was a hippie woman that new about magic... They said she was a witch..."

Regulus and Lucius looked between each other. This girl was insane.

"But I think maybe she was on drugs all the time, you know? Because I feel like magic right now" she touched Regulus' hair again and he flinched "Regulus' hair is magic... So soft and fluffy like a bunny"

Regulus pulled away "Let go"

"Anyway my parents died in a car accident when I was nine..." Pandora continued "I was there. And I like to believe she put a spell on me to keep me protected and save me from death"

Regulus didn't know what to say. Luckily Lucius spoke.

"Hell! You're a miracle then!"

"I am a miracle!" Pandora screamed and then giggled dropping her head on Regulus' shoulder. If he wasn't this high and relaxed he would've probably pushed her away.

"I have the ring, Reggie..." Lucius was saying now.

"It's Regulus"

Lucius ignored him taking a tiny shinny little ring from his pocket. Oh! An engagement ring. Cissy...

"I don't know what to do" Lucius sighed "I love her but I don't know if I want to marry her, you know?"

"Oh! Shinny!" Pandora luckily got off Regulus' shoulder and leaned in to look at that ring up close.

"It was my mother's" Lucius said miserably "Now I have to give it to her, to Cissy"

Regulus thought of Narcissa and the amount of time she talked about Lucius. How she talked about him like he was the best bloke alive, a real prince. How Cissy got so happy when Lucius arrived at Family Gatherings showering him with kisses. Did Lucius feel the same?

Sometimes Regulus didn't understand love. It sounded like a lot compromise. Like something that made people act stupid. Regulus thought of Andromeda and how she left everything for Tonks. He thought about Sirius and how he always preferred Lupin. Was it all worth it?

And now Pandora was speaking.

"If you love her, Lucius. If you truly love her then you should propose and marry her"

Lucius' eyes were watery.

"Sounds easy, eh?"

"It is"

"Have you ever been in love, Pandora?"

"No" Pandora answered immediately "But love is easy. People are the ones who made it complicated"

Perhaps that was true.

Lucius pocketed the ring and leaned back.

"I thought you were going to marry, Reggie"

Regulus blushed for some reason. Mainly because they were talking about him. In front of him.

"Nah..." Pandora gave Regulus a smile than made him blush even more "I don't want to marry, Regulus. I just think he is really cool and I want to be his friend"

Lucius chuckled.

"Friendzoning him already, eh? Poor Reggie"

Regulus rolled his eyes. Pandora laughed.

"Shut up, Malfoy" he said "And it's Regulus!"

Although he was glad that Pandora didn't have a crush or something. That would be weird.

The door was bursted open. And Regulus almost had a heart attack. But it was only Bellatrix and Narcissa.

"Lucius! There you are!" the latter said.

Regulus hid the joint behind his back but he hadn't realized they were surrounded by smoke until his cousins coughed and cleared it away.

"What the hell is that smell?" Bella asked but her wicked smile and expression showed she already knew everything.

"Cissy!" Lucius tried to grab her waist

"Are you smoking weed?" she asked indignated "And with my little cousin?"

"Reggie is cool"

"Yeah, Reggie is cool" Pandora added.

"It's Regulus..."

"Who is she?" Bellatrix was staring at Pandora with disgust.

"Pandora Lovegood!" she extended her hand "Regulus' friend"

Regulus rolled his eyes.

Bellatrix pursed her lips.

"Oh! The American Ambassador's niece" she told with amusement to her sister. But Narcissa was busy trying to wake Lucius who had apparently fallen asleep.

Regulus didn't know what that meant. He didn't want to ask.

Bellatrix turned to them again.

"Give it to me!" Bellatrix demanded.

"What are you talking ab.... Ah ah ah!" he protested when Bellatrix pulled his ear "Bella!"

"Give it now!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

Regulus was embarrassed to be scolded by his older cousin in front of Pandora. Practically a stranger, was she?

Regulus showed Bellatrix the joint. It was almost finished. Bellatrix raised an eyebrow.

"Please don't tell my parents!"

Bella came closer and Regulus flinched.

"The next time, don't invite that wanker" she pointed to Lucius who was on Narcissa's lap "Invite your dear cousin, will you?"

Regulus didn't expect that. So Bella smoked too, ha? He was relieved.

At least this night didn't turn as boring as he had expected. The first New Years Party without Sirius to make mischief. And it didn't turn to be that bad. All thanks to the strange girl next to him.

#maraudersera #muggleau #marauders muggle au #regulus black #pandora lovegood #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #bellatrix black #barty crouch jr

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Percy Jackson & The Olympians: Overall Thoughts

What I didn't like...

First off, let me say that there is nothing that I hate about this show. The following things are just minor annoyances, not things that are putting me off from continuing to watch (assuming the shows is renewed). With that out of the way, let's continue.

I've posted about this before, but the lighting in this show could use some work. It's not a problem when it's taking place outdoors in daylight or a well lit room, but when it's a dark environment, it's too dark. I could barely see what was happening in the water park or Underworld scenes. How am I supposed to follow the story if I can't see what's happening?

That they only mentioned Annabeth's fear of spiders instead of showing it. I love that scene in the book. It's the first time we see Annabeth out of control and vulnerable. It's a reminder that even though Annabeth is a competent warrior, she is still human and still just a kid. It also shows us how mature Percy is. He's a 12 year old boy after all and a lot of 12 year old boys would have just laughed at Annabeth's fear and made fun of her for it. But Percy didn't do that. He showed understanding, sympathy, and support. I feel like we lost something by taking away that moment.

As much as I was thrilled to see Timothy Omundson in this show, I wish they hadn't introduced Hephaestus so soon as it kind of ruins it for when we do eventually meet him in the Battle of the Labyrinth. Same goes for Hermes.

That they didn't have Annabeth be the one to show Percy around camp. In the book, Annabeth was willing to step in and put a stop to Clarisse's bullying in the bathroom, but Percy told her he got this. By having her be there and just watch, it made me grimace and made it feel like she was complicit since she just let it happen.

That they took away Annabeth's crush on Luke. I get it, they wanted Annabeth to look more a mature than just a young girl with a crush on an older boy, but her crush is something that does cause tension later on in the series, with her wondering if her prophecy in TBL about "losing a love to a fate worse than death" was about Luke or Percy and it causing arguments between Percy and Annabeth because Percy thinks Annabeth still likes Luke even after everything he's done. And realizing she views Luke as a brother, and not a crush, is a big moment for Annabeth that is now lost.

Okay, I'm probably being very nit-picky with this one, but I'm annoyed that Percy keeps getting wet! In the books, Percy only gets wet if he wants to. It's part of his power. He's so entuned with the sea and his power over it that he doesn't even get wet. It's a little thing, I know, but it bugs me all the same.

What I love...

All the flashbacks with Sally. I love that they show that being a mortal parent to a demigod child is hard. Being a single parent is tough enough already, but when you throw monsters who want to kill your child into the mix, it's next to impossible. And Sally is really struggling. She loves Percy, but love isn't enough to keep your child safe and I think she deserves credit for how hard she worked to keep Percy alive and allowing him to grow to be his own person.

Speaking of Sally flashbacks, that flashback with Poseidon! I know others have said this before, but it's so beautiful how Sally makes an offering (with ice cream that wasn't even hers) and Poseidon shows up mere moments later. It's wonderful to see him sitting there beside her, listening to her and supporting her. Telling her that she is a good mother, that she is doing great. That he knows it isn't easy for her and that as hard as it is, both she and Percy will be stronger for the decisions she is making. And I love how, instead of putting any blame on Poseidon for the situation they are in, Sally just asks if he wants to talk to Percy, acknowledging that he shouldn't as it's against the rules, but knowing how hard it must be for him to stay way, to not be there for the both of them. Showing that she trusts him and knows that he cares. And hearing Poseidon say, "One day..." how one day when Percy knows who he is and is ready to face his destiny, that he, Poseidon, god of the sea, will be right here beside his son. I just love it so much.

And speaking of Poseidon, that scene on Olympus! I could write whole essays on this scene. It is perfection! Between these two scenes, we get the Poseidon I never knew I needed. He clearly cares so much for Sally and Percy, but is just unable to say it, but shows it in the ways that he can. By being there when they need him the most. Even going so far as to surrender to Zeus, humbling and humiliatingly himself in the process, to save Percy's life. And the look on his face when Percy asked him if he ever dreamed about Sally! The pain...oh gads, I almost died. I just love Poseidon so much. He's the GOAT, imo, and I will accept 0 criticism of him. I love what they're doing with him and I hope we get much more of him in the future. I need more scenes with him and Sally. And more scenes with him and Percy.

Seeing Percy trying to drive was peaking comedy that I never knew I needed. Thank you.

Having Luke trying to get Percy to join him instead of simply killing him and only attacking him when that didn't succeed and having Annabeth show up to show she had had her suspicions that something wasn't right. Nice touch.

Having Gabe accidently turn himself into a statue. Having Sally/Percy purposefully do it to him just always felt so problematic to me, even if Gabe was an abusive jerk.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pj & o #pj & o spoilers

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lilgooer · 6 months

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My mom went through my room today. She hasn't mentioned it or anything but there is a million pieces of evidence that she did. The moment I stepped into my room after being at school today everything felt off, I sat down at my desk and I noticed that that the sliding door on end table next to my desk was slightly open. It wasn't open when I left for school. Then I look around and I find many other objects have been moved in my room, and that the way that my bed is made is slightly different from when I last saw it, and there's objects on my bed that weren't on it before, one of which is a kid cup that was in a bag that I hid a few of my age regression related items, you know stuff like my sippy cups and bottles. But do you want to know whats the kicker for me? My old phone was out, turned on, and somewhere else from where I previously had it. My mom attempted to go through my old phone, which we only just recently replaced with a new one that I thankfully take to school with me. Luckily I have a password on it, but it annoys me that my mom has such little trust in me when I've never gave her a proper reason not to.

The past few months have been rough, my mom had gotten a surgery recently and were one household member down now. I'm pretty sure its been more rough for her since she was the one who got the surgery. But she fully expects me to handle 10x the more weight and pressure than I had previously despite the fact that I'm not even graduated from high school yet, she expects me to be able to come to her every beck and call. She basically expects her kid who's not even out of high school yet to handle the responsibility of caring for her when her kid can barely find the motivation to clean her own room. And its really frustrating, which has lead to us having disagreements more than we did before; all of this stress has even caused me to emotionally clock out one day, and after my mom getting upset at me and leaving, caused me to have a emotional breakdown. And before she left she said that the way I'm acting is making her think to have me do a pee test, aka a drug test. Which I never had nor ever thought about having and never even gave my mom the idea that I would ever even try them. And yesterday me and my mom had another "argument" (I personally wouldn't call it that but its what my mom calls it) and now today I come home and see that she went through my room, probably thinking she'd find evidence of drugs or evidence of me speaking to people she has asked me to not speak to (aka her ex and my ex-step sister that has every issue under the sun).

She's right on the front that I'm hiding stuff from her, but she probably wasn't expecting to find what I was actually hiding. Aka, my regression gear. There's no way she hasn't seen it. She went through my bag that has my sippys and bottles in it, one of which was left on my bed. She clearly found my onesie, I had it in my closet but when I got home to was somewhere else entirely. And I'm guessing she's found my pacifiers, they're in a box in one of the cubbyholes of my bed's headboard, which is normally covered up by my mountains of pillows. But the pillow that was covering the cubbyhole this morning wasn't covering it, no, a different pillow was covering it. She barely even tried to hide the fact that she went through my room, she even forgot her grabber and left it upstairs. Also, I mentioned she had surgery, she decided that looking through my room was more important than following the rules that she was told by the doctor so she could properly heal from her surgery.

Now you may ask, why didn't you hide your stuff well enough, and all I can say is: I never expected her to go through my room, she's never gone through my room before. My stuff was hidden, but I didn't put a lot of effort in hiding them because I never thought my mom would go through my room, she's had issues for months before her surgery and even going up the stairs hurt her, I thought it was safe enough. But clearly it wasn't.

My mom hasn't said anything to me yet, not sure if she ever will. But I'm really upset about the fact that not only did she search my room, but she has the audacity to act like everything is normal and speaking to me like she didn't do anything when she knows that she did, and that she did a terrible job at hiding it.

#sfw age regression #sfw agere #vent post #tw vent #does it count as a vent? not sure #I'm just gonna tag it as one just in case

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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more of a fuck coworker thing. I work in childcare at the place the village people sing about, and we cannot have our phones on our person due to licensing regulations. Nobody really follows this rule to a t, but it’s understood that you do not take your phone out in front of kids unless you absolutely need to. My coworker, who is 19, is on her phone all the goddamn time. Usually I wouldn’t be too annoyed, but she took my full time position in the room as a co-teacher. I’ve worked there for almost a year now and was specifically put in that room because I have experience with kids who have delays. Now that I’m a floater, I’m treated as less important and my opinion is disregarded in matters regarding the kids who have obvious nuerodivergence. Not only that, my coworker doesn’t do ANYTHING unless told multiple times and if she wants to do it. I get ordered around by her even though I’ve worked in that room for the whole time I’ve worked there. She was hired two months ago and has used over 60 hours of sick time. I think I’ve used just over that and I’ve worked here almost a year. I bust my ass and stay late every day, I come in when I’m sick, I work through my awful chronic pain days with a smile on my face. I would put my life on the line for my babies but I don’t feel respected or appreciated by this coworker. I really hate the fact that I don’t like her, but I’m tired of being in pain and having to do everything in the classroom for the last two hours of the day. We keep getting ants because she skips her one task of putting the borax down after the kids leave. She just comes in whenever she wants and I’m tired of having to come in when I know I’m not going to be a good teacher that day. I want to be able to do this job as well as I can, but when I wake up angry and in pain, I don’t want to come in angry at the kids just because I’m in pain.

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“What kind of Koopa are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” With a tilt of his head, Jr. watches Chompy curiously. “Are you lost?” ( finally offers a friend :’3 )

| Muse interaction

Chompy, knew he wasn't meant to travel in the sewers by himself. That he should at least go with his dads first. One of his uncles second even. Heck even along with Savage at least! The basic rule was Chompy no matter what should ever go into the sewers alone by himself. Never knew what he might run into, least that what he was always told by his Dad's. But his Dad's were also just so very over protective of him and sometimes that could be annoying. He was a tough little turtle himself. Chompy didn't need his hand to be held so he ventured off by himself! So he was going to prove that even. Waiting for the best time where no one was watching him he very carefully made his way out from the lair. Chompy new some of the tunnels from travels before, he would just go up to the nears manhole cover and grab something to prove he made it there and home with out a snag. Course it was a bit different walking by himself compared to being with Papa Raph. Who either carried him or held his hand. Was it left or right they normally went? Then again Chompy wasn't all to sure which was left and which was right either.

That issue continued as he just took a random guess and figured if he end a dead end he Could turn around.

And you know what happened? That's right! Everything went south very fast. Chompy soon found himself lost. He knew parts of tunnels from traveling but he often followed someone else and didn't fully pay attention so it was easy to get turned around and lost. Like Chompy was till coming across one large green pipe. Now finding himself? Well he was still trying to figure that part out? What were you meant to do when lost? OH! Easy keep on moving forward.

Through maybe that thought was wrong Chompy started to rethink as he just found himself more and more confused only growing less and less unsure of this whole idea as time went on. Plopping down on the the ground tail curling around himself as he drew his knees towards his plastron. Tucking his face away as he tried to squeeze his eyes tight to avoid the tears building up to fall.

"I shoulda neva left home" he slight admits finally when the sound of another voice near set him jumping right out of his shell.

“What kind of Koopa are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

Chompy blinks but keeps his eyes focused on to the turtle before him? Least they sorta look like a mutant turtle to Chompy. Hmm but he said koopa? Whats a koopa? Is it like a turtle? They had spikes on the back of their shell similar to himself and his brother even. But he hadn't spoked a word just slight shrunk away from this maybe turtle? Koopa thing? Hmm guess Koopa was right for them. Tail curling in tighter around himself as he looks away from them. Wishing even more his papa Raph was here with him.

"Imma turtle not a koopa," Chompy managed to mumble out as he kept his attention on the dirt.

“Are you lost?”

Chompy slowly nods his head and sniffles a bit as he moves to rub at his eyes. Last thing he needed to throw in was crying around some random kid he just met. Oh wait, that hadn't clued in on him just yet this is just another kid right? Slightly lifting his gaze to the other kid. "Y-yeah." maybe this kid could tell him how to get back home? "I was exploring and found a big green tube that brought me here." Chompy finally speaks up. "But..I dunno where here is? or how to go back. My Dad's gonna be so mad though." Which Chompy wasn't sure what part was worse about all of this. Being lost or making them mad possibly. Chompy slowly uncurled his tail and moved to stand up. Had to be like his dad's and be brave! As he moved to stand up now. "I'm Chompy," he offers his name, there should be any worry talking to them since they weren't human either after all. "Uh coulda ya tell me where i am maybe that help me get back?" he hopes at least. But hey some luck on his side that he came across another little turtle like himself right?

#muse| cho #muse| chompy picasso #forthehonorandtheglory #[ different pipes differe lives -forthehonorandtheglory]#[new tag]#muse interacction #stay qeued #ic reply #((I could resist answering this one uwu))

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ryrysakura · 1 year

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Aimegram : 2nd Trial

Prisoner 011 Kuma Oki

Your judgment was "guilty", and as such, his ideals were rejected. With a “guilty” verdict, Kuma has been way more… how to put it into words… Adult ? Either way, It seems like bursting his bubble has caused his behavior to change drastically and he seems to interact with the other prisoners way more often than before…

Prisoner 012 Shi Rose

Your judgment was “innocent”, and as such her ideals were affirmed. With this “innocent” verdict, Shi is now treated as a warden ! If my hands weren’t fluffy I would’ve applauded you ! Thanks to you, she has quite the responsibility and as such has some power in the prison that’s why the prison got some « change ». She was also called but told me she didn’t sleep as long as you and already noticed the change in the prison. How pretentious of her. For your information, her trial is now postponed before the end of the trial. After all, you need to judge her as a prisoner and warden. Oh and she seems hostile against Caramel, I think something happened between her and Caramel, you already get why, right ?

Prisoner 013 Kyoki Yuai

Your judgment was “Conflicted”, and as such, she makes a choice.

With this choice, Kyoki has been quite different lately.. He was quite silent… and because of it, Prisoner 014 Hera Ai has been taking care of him to his heart content.

Well, thanks to Hera’s care, he seems to be fine and even talks again. He seems to depend on her for everything, wanting her attention every time. Well, a kid is a kid.

Prisoner 014 Hera Ai

Your judgment was “innocent”, and as such, her ideas were affirmed.

Because she was found “innocent”, Hera has been able to rest a lot !

Seeing Kyoki’s state, Hera have been taking care of him. And because you didn’t annoy her and respect your part of the contract with her, she seems ready to talk to you. But, the new situation of the prison quite angered her.

Prisoner 015, Shun Hikari

Your judgment was “guilty”, and as such, his ideas were rejected.

With a “guilty” verdict, I can’t tell if that is because of the guilty verdict but he’s pretty broken right now…

Well, a lot happens between Shun and Shi.

As a new warden, Shi had to learn about the murder/story of each prisoner. Some prisoners didn’t answer like Caramel and Hera but Shi always found a way to get to get them to answers. In the case of Shun, being guilty restrain his freedom leaving him to his own… So with the help of Rin, both of them made him live a nightmare until he answers. Poor him… but seems like they didn’t get the answer they wished to hear.

Prisoner 016, Satoko Dokousousei

Your judgment was “guilty”, and as such, her ideals were rejected. With the “guilty”, Satoko seems to be quite the miserable person. Being rejected was what she wanted, but because of it, she feels quite bored…

Prisoner 017, Akito Usotsuki

Your judgment was “guilty”, and as such, his ideals were rejected. With the “guilty” verdict, Akito has started to feel a bit paranoid. This verdict and isolation reopened his old wounds making him despite everything if he could run away he would. Well, to be honest you were a bit of a meany with him. Was it that cool to surge your anger to him who actually just followed your rule?

Well,he also got tortured by Shi and Rin.

Well, you’re free to do whatever you want...

Prisoner 018, Caramel Sato

Your judgment was “innocent”, and as such, her ideals were already affirmed.

Caramel Sato is a prisoner having already received some changes because of Milgram. Your verdict could affect her but in that case it didn't. It seems both Shi and Muse have something against her. I tried to find the most suspicious behavior but she didn’t actually do much. Isn’t suspicious?

Prisoner 019, Muse Nakamura

Your judgment was “guilty”, and as such, his ideals were rejected. Ouch ! Muse really doesn't live the verdict well. He can’t even control himself anymore. A wreck full of emotion unknown of when or why he will blow up. Also learning that Caramel is the reason why he ended up like this made him cry for revenge but seeing that only HIM got punished has hurt his pride, creating a feeling of inferiority against the innocent prisoners.

Prisoner 20, Rin Fujiwara

Your judgment was “innocent”, and as such her ideals were affirmed.

With an « innocent » verdict, Rin seems to be quite happy to know you agree with her. Seeing that you didn’t forgive any male prisoners made her more comfortable in Milgram. Since you didn’t ask for anything Rin didn’t do much except apply to whatever Shi said. Why ? Maybe because she thinks both of you are the warden ? Or she just wanted to have fun ?

#milgram #ミルグラム #aimegram #kuma Oki #shi rose #Kyoki Yuai #hera ai #shun hikari #satoko dokusousei #akito usotsuki #caramel sato #muse nakamura #rin fujiwara

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jemmo · 1 year

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ive been getting super frustrated with having no time or energy to write (or really do anything) recently so im just gonna start posting snippets of stuff ive half written to try and make up for it.

speaking of which, here’s a little thing i wrote after going to a women’s football game and instantly wanting to write an inkpa football au.

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“Pat’s gonna study engineering.”

“Pat’s gonna take over the family business.”

“Pat’s gonna be just like his dad.”

Pa remembers hearing these sentiments as soon as she was old enough to understand what they meant. Pat was the eldest, the prodigal son. He would tread in his father’s footsteps and carry the family name, and bring respect to it. There was no doubt about it, his life was set.

No one ever told Pa what she was going to be.

She never liked that as a kid. It seemed so easy for Pat, everything laid out in front of him, future already decided. He didn’t have to do any of this annoying thinking or discovery, didn’t have to huff and hum when teachers asked what he wanted to be when he grew up. He already knew.

“Am I going to be like you then, Ma?” she onced asked.

“No darling, you can be anything you want to be.” Ma replied, which Pa was kind of glad of. She loved Ma, but staying at home and doing all the housework and sometimes helping out Papa with the business did seem a bit boring. But at the same time, at least it was something. ‘Anything’ was a bit scary when you were 5 years old, especially when everyone was too busy setting Pat up for success to tell her how to figure out what that ‘thing’ was.

Instead of going to any of the clubs she thought could be interesting, she followed along after Pat wherever Papa sent him. Boxing, Judo, Tennis, Piano, Guitar, plus all the extra academic classes, she did them all too. She was only a year younger than Pat anyway, so it made sense, and meant Papa only had to make one trip after school. She might have been upset that they never went to the clubs she wanted to go to, if only she was passionate enough about a club to care.

But then Papa took them to football practice. It was a drizzly afternoon early in the year, but not early enough to stop the humidity from hanging heavy in the air. Pa hated storm seasons, and hated even more being outside in them. The ground was slippery with wet mud that splattered up her fresh, white knee socks, and the hair that escaped her ponytail clung to the sides of her face. Her least favourite part was the way raindrops splattered on her glasses like the windscreen of a car, except she didn’t have any wipers so she couldn’t just flick a lever and magically see again, but that would only be an issue if she was wearing her glasses. Papa had told her to take them off before practice, because he didn’t want a football to the face smashing them to pieces (he failed to mention how that would also smash Pa’s face to pieces), but it meant either way she couldn’t see all that well. Around her were about a dozen other girls who either looked way too into it or like they’d rather be anywhere else, there was no middle ground. They’d been plopped on the field haphazardly in their green and yellow bibs, with only a quick briefing of the rules to Pa before she was put centerfield. The shouts and roars from the boys team on the other side of the field carried over to them to fill their silence until finally the whistle blew.

Then everyone started to move and a ball was kicked at her and the coach was screaming at her to run, so she did. She sprinted down the pitch, kicking the ball in front of her, shooting past teammates and defenders alike until the goal was in front of her. Calls of “Shoot” made it through the rush of air and adrenaline in her ears, so she booted the ball as hard as she could, hard enough to make her lose her balance and land with a yelp on her backside, her hands and the backs of her legs covered in wet mud. She cursed herself as she wiped her hands on her sides with a grimace, looking up to see the ball sitting unassumingly in the goalie’s net. The world came to and people were running towards her with screams and cheers, even the coach asking if she was alright through a surprised smile. Everyone was helping her up and patting her on the back but all she could keep looking at was the ball in the goal. She’d done it. She’d actually scored. She was sodden and dirty and cold but she’d scored. She’d never been so happy in her life.

#I’m just so exhausted at the moment and have so much going on #that damn I miss being creative and having thoughts yknow like remember a time when my brain wasn’t mush????? bc I don’t #anyway this is so beloved to me and I wished I could flesh this out but yeah #pa as a kickass female footballer the woman you are #bad buddy #inkpa

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selamat-linting · 10 months

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hm, i should talk about religion again.

when i was in highschool, we were going over our islamic religious studies, and my friend, he was sort of a debate kid but not really, in that he love questioning things about commonly agreed prejudices and beliefs, and have the class debate things, but then turns out he wasnt disagreeing with it, he has his reasons on agreeing with the religion but he just wants people to think. which is yeah, a bit annoying, but im eternally grateful for what he did because it did make turn out to be a better person.

anyway, he was doing his thing in class, asking why are guys arent allowed to wear their trousers over the ankle. the boys ended up saying its confusing. with girls, there's a clear reason why they should cover up, their bodies are inherently seen as sexual for men, and women who dont dress modestly gets sexually harrassed. i know its sexist, but here me out okay? to their eyes, men's ankles aren't sexual, there are no immediate benefits in hiding ankles and covering up everything below the belly button to the knees. its just a hindrance. small enough to not think off most of the time, but its just, not rational. isnt everything we do in the name of religion serve a purpose? my friend the debate kid says, its not just serving a purpose, its also obedience. and its just as important to follow things that makes no sense nor benefit anybody just because that is your god and its what he told you to do. its a small example, but yknow, things like this, this is the kind of stuff that justify hate crimes and shit. if a women's meant to go to hell simply because she's not wearing a hijab even though its not hurting anybody, i have to accept thats the way things must be?! if a gay person have to live their life without experiencing any kind of love to be admitted to heaven, i have to accept that? even if what he did hurt no one? if neutering cats is haram even if an uncontrolled population of cats wreck the ecosystem i have to accept that? its like, if every single kind but non-muslim people go to hell then i have to proselytize them even if it requires abuse because obedience and faith comes first before taking care of the people and earth. im sorry but that is wrong. i cant accept a god like that. thats hypocritical. what is the point of worshipping a god, he needs nothing?! he doesnt feel deprived if i dont pray. isnt all of this obedience and prayers and rules are meant for our benefit and task to be caliphate of the earth and take care of everyone? something must have went wrong, there must some kind of corruption of messages down the line, i dont know, but this isnt what its supposed to be.

this kid is dead wrong. he must be. i still think he's wrong. its not about the hijab or the men's dress codes its about principle! that's not what a benevolent god would do, thats some christianity bullshit! demanding obedience just because is abusive. my god is different, he's kind and merciful and he kept his fucking word. he doesn't do that. its just the stupid teachings being poisoned by fundamentalist bigots and the West. but what if he's right? What if i've been lying to myself by saying that the love and trust promised by being a devout cannot be separated from blind obedience? what if its true that i do have to metaphorically lobotomize myself to be seen as worthy in the eyes of god? I admit things aren't adding up and it's confusing. what the fuck is wrong with me?

#religion #posts about my life #islamophobes dni #also this is not a place to proselytize. kys #deconversion #<- not deconverting. im still a muslim im just critical of how my religion is practice and i think the apostates had a point #and lately i feel their explanations are making more sense

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kylie-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late?

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg?

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

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Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours.

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered.

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend.

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years.

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving.

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis.

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever.

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile.

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary.

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you.

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms.

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly.

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move.

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face.

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear.

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work.

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,” he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

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