#maybe i should um draw something new lol
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cleaning through some old boxes and found my old sketch of @pangur-and-grim !!! would've been done sometime in 2019. don't pay attention to the stuff around her they're not important trust me
#god my new phone camera slaps#maybe i should um draw something new lol#hm just a thort#my art#art#pangur#cat#oriental shorthair#ink
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hi!! I’m not the anon who rq’d the ais falling in love with reader/mc but I would love if you could do a similar post for vere! big fan of when smooth talking pretty boys catch feelings and get mad about it…
VERE FALLING IN LOVE
gn!reader | here we go everybodayyy!!!
gaining vere's genuine affection and trust is tricky. you can entertain him, you can flirt, he can help you out or make deals, but seeing the 'real vere' takes work
so more than the others, there's a big danger of it getting messy. you could think it's going fast, but it could all be undone just as quickly if you step over a line or push him too far too fast
anyway. a lot of distrust in the beginning. obviously. he isn't surprised by this either. somehow, he says, you'd be just as dumb to trust him as you are not currently trusting him. you might think this doesn't make sense but it does
take him somewhere new, or try something new. he knows the city much better than you, so you have to think outside of the box. you aren't going to wait in a long ass line to get into that restaurant, you're going to make the meals yourself or sneak your way in. take him to a place that he's never gone because he thinks it looks and smells like shit, just because you heard a band was going to perform. go around daring each other to do things. maybe it all ends terribly, but vere tells you that it was enjoyable anyway (but let him pick the place next time, he's really questioning your taste)
if you're not much of a daredevil or thrill seeker, more just someone whipped going PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE that's fair. it works for softer or fluffier ideas too because he's not used to that, is he! say Let's go on a picnic with what few things i can afford, and we can draw each other, sit down and enjoy the sun on a roof or something. just ask him if he wants to grab dinner. nothing crazy or weird, you just want to go get ? pasta
^ with your luck something crazy happens, probably because of the guy you're with. vere apologizes after (doesn't really mean it) but, maybe to his surprise, finds himself endeared by your exasperation and looks forward to next time
scratches head. i was like why do i feel like i've thought these thoughts before. Um. my vulnerable vere headcanons. everyone feel free to check those out. truly because they fit here and i don't want to repeat them all LOL.
some other moments... standing up for/protecting him. he says he doesn't need you to help him, but you roll your eyes and say you want to, so shut up. no one should talk to him that way, y'know.
giving vere a genuine compliment too. saying his hair looks especially nice when the sun hits it, or that despite being an annoying asshole, you really enjoy his company and you're grateful you know him. he doesn't know what to do. he glitches a little. know that he'll be thinking about it for a While.
vere falling in love is threats growing empty, taunting pet names growing endearing, letting you touch him rather than the other way around, helping you when he gains nothing in return, sudden serious reassurance or advice, secrets and vulnerability he hates all exposed to you
like in the vulnerable hcs, whatever sets your relationship off the deep end for a while is probably some involuntary exposure. fear, regret, dread, an expectation of such.
the messiness of it all.....vere is avoidant, but he can be more aggressive, and won't falter as easily as someone as mhin for example. (sorry mhin. both of these guys may want genuine connection but mhin's emotions feel... more raw? more willing, more hopeful)
^ if he mocks you for thinking it meant anything, you need to say more than a "fuck you, you liar," to catch him. his walls are higher, he's been here longer—you have to hit hard. but also ?? Somehow not Too hard. he can kill you in the demo after all. and you're too close now for him to think of killing you (which is incredibly annoying to his avoidant brain), but he might do some (emotional?) damage he'll come to regret later.
the others notice quickly when they see both of you in bad moods and avoiding each other. i don't put it past leander to try making a joke like Where's vere? The both of you usually show up together, lovers' quarrel? and then going ...! Ah.
you might want to talk to ais, honestly. he already expects you when you walk in. and you try to ask for help and he's like. ? you sure you need my help, sparrow? i'm pretty sure you know what he's doing just as well as i do.
so kind of fruitless but hey you get a complaint buddy who fr gets you! he wishes you luck (you'll need it)
if/when vere falls in love it's Serious. he doesn't just open up to anyone. You are Not Just Anyone. This is it. he didn't think he'd let this happen, think it could happen, yet here you are. the level of trust and loyalty he has with you is .??!?! off the charts.
if you doubt how much he cares about you at this point, vere is genuinely confused because ?? After Everything? He knows you're smarter than that.
he really isn't trying to invalidate you though. he does his best to reassure you and remind you of all the things he'll only do for/with you!
Saying I love you? ............. guh
vere thinks about how he dealt with his feelings before, and he realizes he needs to get himself together because he doesn't want to project and hurt you again. < feels guilty for ages if he knows it hit deep
.. i just remembered his blushing smiling sprite while talking about ais and the luvring in me wants to think about vere taking that step before you. R U JOKING really go look at that sprite again. R U JOKING.
sigh. yeah yeah feels ooc leave me alone. ok. he's scared Because of what happened with ais. you tell him you love him and you stare at each other and his tail is unnaturally still and he tries to play it off. you tell him he doesn't have to say it back and he laughs because of course you're being annnoyingly (/affectionate) understanding even now
moving on. what if . established relationship with vere where you say "i love you" and he says "of course you do" and when you hit his arm and complain about him hating you he rolls his eyes and kisses you and says of course he loves you too.
and it's with a nickname like love you too, darling. love you too, hon. whaattt who said that ?!
what if vere is actually sooo whipped and gets mushy when he feels super safe and happy and while he's being doted on. his tail wags and his ears flick when he hears you and he can't believe you were gone all day, leaving no one around to give him attention Guys let's think about this. you compliment and kiss him and he tries to act annoyed but leans in because Who is Vere to Reject Attention From You. vere who's so endlessly amused by and in love with you that he keeps grinning while you banter with each other. who blushes when you kiss his nose and tell him you love him before finally getting out of bed. RAAHH!!
well. whatever. btw feel free to hold whatever he said and did during the messy break over his head. Fair Shot. like oh, might i remind you that you trapped me against a wall and pointed out a deep insecurity i shared with you because you were scared and angry, vere. You're going to deal with putting on these stupid matching outfits or else i'm getting back-up.
guys i'm being so serious about the affectionate vere thing. Walk with me. please. somebody walk with me....
new tag list form! can't tag :( | @theloststar @pelicanpizza @causenessus @chickenfingerswithasideoffries @priv_rose @ur-local-simp @respitable
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Ok, gonna be real and say I love Pixie. I wanna know more about them. Backstories, Traits, Headcanons, and maybe I'm a little curious on how she kills her victims before/after a picture? Like, Does she have weapons or is all her methods hand-made?
Okay I'm gonna do a triple kill with this one. Sry couldn't draw a lot, like I legit can't so here's the story or whatnot. Probs gonna draw those in the future... also I fucking suck at writing but whatever >:T.
Starting off with the third question, no, not really, I know nothing about LoL.
CHILDHOOD
Pixie was created as a male in a loving family, he was specially close with his mother, and would spend most of his childhood surrounded and smothered with female attention as he found it hard to fit in with the male crowd.
His mother was capable of finding positivity and light in any situation even when it seemed like there was none, finding beaty behind every corner, shaping Pixie's world view that in every bad, there's something good. She quickly became Pixie's biggest role model.
EARLY TEENS
After the sudden death of both of his parents, Pixie struggled to find his positivity in life again. He would dress in female clothing, just like his mom used to wear so he could feel like their bond never fell apart.
"You'll always be a part of me"
One day, a group of girls approached him. They wanted him to be a part of their group. Being used to female attention, he fit right in. Pixie enjoyed his new friend group, and he started feeling better about his life.
Eventually, Pixie decided to change from he to she. He felt like it was the right thing to do for himself.
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"Pixie take a picture of us!"
"Um.. okay, gather around"
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"We look amazing!"
"Pixie, you're so good at this! You should be a photographer"
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Noticing her hidden talent, they begged her not to waste it and pursue photography. And she did. She took pictures of strangers, her surroundings, and other... but most of all, her friends.
LATE TEENS
Pixie now an art enthusiast obsessed with constantly taking pictures, started annoying her friend group. Following them around, taking pictures of all of their activities but yet not sharing those pictures with others.
"Show me!"
"No, it looks bad, I'm gonna delete it" * "I'm just practicing, that's all, experimenting"
"You should ask us before taking pictures. It's uncomfortable"
"Ye-Yeah.. you're right..."
Pixie felt like her friend group had changed a lot over the years, she felt like she didn't fit in anymore. She didn't quite understand boundaries.. as her art was her everything and felt like her favorite muses... were slowly turning against her, stopping her from picturing perfection.
She still took pictures secretly. And became really good at hiding them,also collected many different cameras over the years. One of her favorites being the instant [Polaroid] and the DSLR.
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Of course, nothing can be hidden forever..
"YOU DID IT AGAIN! WE TOLD YOU ALREADY TO STOP!"
"I'm just practicing, that's-"
" I thought you stopped. We trusted you"
"And you still did it behind our backs? This whole time?"
"No, it was just this time"
"Show me the camera"
"No!"
"Give it to me!"
"No!"
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"We were right! You were taking pics of us this entire time!"
"You don't understand! the beaty I have captured!"
"I can't believe I was friends with a weird creep"
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As Pixie's world started to crash and burn, her comfort was destroyed again. She still tried taking pictures of strangers and places, but it didn't feel the same, it wasn't them. They were her favorites, after all.
"What are you do-"
"If you don't want to be my muse, I'll make you my muse"
After failing to convince one of her ex friends to accept her again into the group, Pixie snapped. Killing her ex friend.
She played with her body, posing it differently, decorating it, putting accessories on it. Each picture looked prettier than the last.
"We could've taken these beautiful pictures with you alive, but you refused, look what you made me do... "
She stared at the body for what seemed like an eternity.
"How can you be dead? But still.. so beautiful, it's like you're sleeping peacefully, unbothered by the reality of our world. Type of beauty I never could've captured before..."
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*Unfortunately, we couldn't find the killer*
Even when it was obvious that Pixie did it, no one believed it. Someone so cavordly, shy and weak attacking someone and destroying their body to the point of no return seemed so out of character for her.
YOUNG ADULTHOOD
Her first kill being a success, she was hungry for more, why ask someone to pose for you when you can do it yourself. More and more "accidents" occurred. Eventually, Pixie gained an ego out of it. Hearing everyone scared for their life talk about this mysterious killer in the colony, it made her feel special. She started leaving pictures of her previous kills next to the new bodies, leaving messages on the walls and a lot more, playing with everyone's emotions made her feel powerful. Not only would she appear in front of every crime scene, pretending to be a part of the scared and worried crowd. She would also take pictures of the scared crowd all together, secretly leaving those pictures next to the bodies as well, and somehow she still walks freely.
"Nothing will stop me from finding beaty in everyone. Anything can be your weapon, you just have to be creative enough to see it"
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Knowing that her patterned kills are going to get her caught someday, she plans on framing someone else for all of her crimes.
EH sorry that's it for now. I legit can't draw anything these days, my dudes I'm struggling. I'm having one more small idea and I'll be gone working on Fate and other big projects that I've started. I realize that I can't balance it all and it's just too much, especially cuz I'm not feeling well and whatnot. My burning willpower is kinda dying out so imma step back for some time...
Also since it's like a new oc, I didn't figure out everything just yet so forgive me for that.
@gollygee-mr-universe yes you may, if you like the character a lot, go play with them haha. As everyone probs knows already. Whatever you guys make with my ocs, whatever you draw and do is acceptable and welcome. I swear I'd enjoy anything. It is in fact for fun.
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Sister or Daughter
Request: omg hear me out. I had an idea for another Bridgerton fic. it is still Anthony's daughter but with a twist. what if to avoid a scandal the family decided to tell the people that the baby was violets and Edmunds? (maybe he died a lil later?) and she grows up thinking it as well, basically violet adopts the baby, and she is raised as Anthony's sister but he is like incredibly protective of her, more than his other sisters ofc and a lot more gentle. anyways the only ones who know the truth are the bridgerton sibling except Francesca, hyacinth, and Gregory cause I feel like they were too young at the time and could have been fooled. anyways what if the truth comes to light? maybe not to the public but to yn? what if a sibling in a fit of rage says something about it to use it against Anthony and then that's how they find out and its just chaos?
Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader
Summary: Y/N finds out her life has been a lie.
Warnings: lying, i don't really know what to put, but it's angsty lol
a/n: thank you for the request!! sorry it took like forever to get out! hope you all enjoy!
(gif not mine)
Anthony paces outside of the drawing room nervously. He knows he has to tell his parents about the pregnancy, but his mind is going through all of the worst case scenarios. He's not sure his hands have ever been this sweaty. And it's hard to breathe.
"Anthony? Son, are you all right?" He turns to find his father in the entry of the drawing room.
"Yes. Uh, ye-- yes, father. I must talk to you and mother about something." Anthony says, putting his hands behind his back, fiddling with his fingers.
"Of course. Come in." Edmund encourages. Anthony walks in, Edmund close behind him. Edmund joins his wife on the couch, both looking at Anthony expectantly. Benedict, Daphen, Eloise, and Colin are on the other side of the room, Benedict drawing, Daphne doing embroidery, and Colin and Eloise are reading books.
"What is it, dear?" Violet sweetly asks.
"Um... well, I... uh..." Anthony takes a deep breath. "I was having relations with a woman and she is now with child." He quickly states.
Anthony's siblings all seem to choke on air at the news, staring at the eldest Bridgerton sibling with wide eyes.
"What?" Edmund asks, not certain if he actually understood his eldest.
"I... a woman is with child. My child." Anthony says. His voice shakes slightly as his nerves have rised even more.
"Oh, dear." Violet whispers, putting a hand to her head.
"Are you certain?" Edmund asks.
"Yes." Anthony nods.
"We, uh... we should go." Benedict mumbles to Colin.
"We should." Colin whispers, nodding. Yet neither of them move.
"All right, well... do you plan to be in its life?" Edmund asks. "As the father, I believe you shall be, but it is your decision."
"I... more than likely, yes." Anthony answers. He's not fully sure if he's ready to be a father and he doesn't even know how he feels about the whole situation yet, but if the child needs anything, he would be there.
"What about our reputation? This could destroy everything. The children may never marry." Violet stresses.
"We do need to figure out how to avoid a scandal. If possible." Edmund agrees.
"I understand." Anthony says.
"We could say the baby is ours. Our ninth child. That's believable. Then Anthony can be around them and... and perhaps the mother." Violet says.
"Nobody outside of this room is to know. Aside from some of the help since it will be obvious your mother isn't pregnant." Edmund says.
"We'll tell everybody I'm bedridden. The last pregnancy with Hyacinth was hard enough, it's a believable story." Violet says.
"Your other siblings cannot know. Not Francesca, Gregory, or Hyacinth. No friends, no neighbors, nobody." Edmund declares.
"I understand." Anthony nods once.
- - -
During the pregnancy with Anthony's child, the mother had moved in with the Bridgertons. But as far as the ton knew, she had left town. She never left the Bridgerton house, often alone in her temporary bedroom. After the baby was born, she was going to actually leave town.
Violet stayed in the house and the family often went to Aubrey Hall for visits so that Violet and Elizabeth, the mother of Anthony's child, could actually get fresh air. And so they were around less prying eyes.
But during one of those visits, Edmund had died of a bee sting. It sent the family down a spiral, Violet going into a depression. Anthony had to step up and take care of his siblings in the wake of his father's death, pushing his own grief aside for them.
He was handed all of the responsibilities, everything coming at him full force.
But after nine secretive, stressful, terrible nine months, the baby was finally born.
The labor took a few hours and only some of the maids were in the room with Elizabeth. After the baby was born, a maid came out of the room to where Anthony was waiting in the hallway.
Anthony looks up at the door opening, seeing the nurse walk out, a small bundle of blankets in hand.
"Here she is." The nurse softly announces, gently patting the baby's back to keep her calm.
"She? It's a girl?" Anthony asks.
"Yes, my lord." The nurse nods, a soft smile on her face. "Would you like to hold her?"
Anthony hesitates, but after a moment he nods. The nurse carefully transports the baby into Anthony's arm, the man easily finding a comfortable position to hold her in. He knows full well how to hold a baby, having many younger siblings.
Once she's in his arms, Anthony feels an overwhelming sense of love and protection come over him. Tears spring to his eyes, but he holds them back not wanting to cry in front of the maid.
"I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind you naming her." The nurse says.
"I'd have to check. Since she's a, uh... a sibling... she'd have to start with an I." Anthony says.
"I know she isn't supposed to be your child. But you should be able to name her, at the very least. I or no I. Miss Elizabeth didn't have any suggestions." The nurse states, a caring smile on her face.
"Could I be alone with her, please? The baby?" Anthony asks.
"Of course." The nurse nods before retreating back into the bedroom.
Anthony takes a deep breath, looking down at his daughter. Well, as far as most other people are concerned, his sister.
"Hello, darling." Anthony quietly greets, slowly walking to the bench in the hall. He's scared if he moves too quickly he'll drop her. Or that she'll break. "I'm sorry this is a... unique situation." He says, sitting down. He holds the baby close to him.
"Perhaps one day when you're older you'll understand. Or this will all go terribly and the family may fall apart. God, I don't know what I'm doing." Anthony mumbles to himself.
He stares down at the baby who has her eyes peacefully shut. Anthony strokes her tiny hand with his pointer finger, only stopping when the baby wraps her hand around his finger lightly.
Anthony softly smiles, looking back to her face and finding her eyes now open, matching dark brown eyes staring up into his.
"You're so beautiful, my darling." Anthony whispers. He feels the tears spring back up, a sad but loving smile on his face. "I already love you so much."
Before he can help it, a tear falls out of Anthony's eye, dropping right onto the baby's cheek. The baby starts to whine and Anthony quickly brushes the tear away.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, dear. My bad." Anthony mutters, making sure her face is completely dry. A few moments later, Y/N is calm again. "I suppose you need a name."
After thinking for a few moments, Anthony constantly rubbing his hand over the baby's head or stomach or hand or cheek, he finally comes up with something.
"How about Y/N? You like Y/N?" He asks her, earning a small babble in return. "Yes. I think it's good. Y/N Bridgerton it is, then."
Anthony places the softest kiss to her forehead, knowing he's going to do anything to make sure that she grows up happy and loved. Rather she knows she's his child or not.
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The first few years of Y/N's life were a little hard for the Bridgertons. At least for Violet and Anthony. Anthony found it heartbreaking that he had to simply just watch as his daughter was raised, calling him by his name and Violet by 'mama'. He wishes he could be called 'papa' by her, but knows he can't.
Benedict spends a lot of time trying to get Anthony's mind off of the child, but even after multiple glasses of alcohol, she's still all Anthony can think about. How she can't be his and how they're lying to her every day.
He hates that most of the family is lying to her, not able to tell her the truth. No, she probably wouldn't understand it at her young age, but he still hates that they know and are not able to change anything.
Despite pretending to not be her father, Anthony couldn't help but to treat her differently from his sisters. He's more protective and fusses over her much more when she gets a scrape on the knee than if any of his sisters were to get one.
Anthony lets Y/N steal his food all the time and gives her pieces of food. Something he has never done with his sisters, unless they were upset and he was trying to cheer them up.
He does whatever Y/N asks him to.
"Why does Anthony favor Y/N?" Hyacinth once asked her two oldest sisters.
"He doesn't favor her. They simply just have a... a closer bond." Daphne tells her.
"But they're so far apart in age." Hyacinth says.
"Well, so are us and you. We get along, don't we?" Daphne asks.
"Yes. But you two don't fuss over me like he does with her. He doesn't fuss over anybody else like that but Y/N." Hyacinth says.
"Well, he had to raise her since she was born since she was born at a... a difficult time." Eloise says. "He probably just feels obligated to look after her more. He's practically her father." She says, earning an elbow to the ribs from Daphne.
"I think papa would've loved her." Hyacinth says.
"I think so, too." Daphne softly smiles at her youngest sibling who runs off to play with Gregory. Daphne turns to Eloise, a stern look on her face. ""Practically her father"? Are you mental?"
"What? He is." Eloise says.
"Yes, but nobody can know that." Daphne hisses.
"Why must we lie?" Eloise asks.
"Because of our reputation. You know having a child when not married is unacceptable." Daphne says.
"If he loved her enough, he would not care about that." Eloise says.
"You know he loves her. It was a difficult decision." Daphne says.
"It was barely his decision. Mother and father came up with it all on their own. They gave him no say." Eloise says.
"I suppose that's true. But we were sworn to secrecy and we are keeping the secret. If Anthony or mama ever decide to tell the world, or even just the others, then that's okay. But we are not going to be the ones to say anything."
"All right, all right."
- - -
"Now, what story would you like?" Anthony questions Y/N. The five year old is tucked into bed and every night Anthony reads her a story before she goes to sleep.
"Make one up." Y/N grins.
"Make one up?" Anthony repeats, Y/N nodding, a small grin on her face. "Oh, my. All right, give me a few moments."
Anthony sits on the bed, resting against the soft headboard. He puts his hand on Y/N's head, going through her hair and gently massaging her scalp. "Okay..." Anthony starts before beginning the story he was able to come up, adding things as he goes.
By the end, Anthony looks down, finding Y/N sound asleep. Anthony softly smiles, brushing some hair out of her face. He gets off the bed and leans down, kissing her forehead gently.
"Goodnight, my love." Anthony whispers.
- - -
Anthony and Daphne are arguing, against each other due to the whole Duke of Hastings relation that seems to be going on between Daphne and him.
Neither siblings notices the five year old standing outside the drawing room. Y/N had a nightmare and wanted to find one of her family members for comfort, but was distracted by the yelling between the oldest Bridgerton boy and girl.
"If anybody were to find out about you two in the garden, it would ruin this family's reputation!" Anthony shouts.
"Oh, you are one to talk!" Daphne sarcastically laughs. "If anybody were to ruin it, it would be you! You are the one to have a child out of wedlock!"
"I know what I did!" Anthony bellows. "I know what happened! And I have to live with it every day. But nobody knows about that."
"Well, they should! You choose to lie to your daughter every day of her life instead of telling her the truth! She should be able to know!"
"She's five! How would she understand?"
"She would eventually! Y/N deserves to know that you are her father and not her brother. You lie every day and we have to lie, too, and it is tiring!"
"What, you think I enjoy lying to her? You think I don't want to be the one she immediately runs to when getting hurt or-or you think I don't want to be called 'papa' instead of Anthony? But--"
"But it would ruin our reputation, yes, I know. But is that really more important than your daughter knowing the truth?"
"I'm your daughter?"
Both siblings turn to find a teary eyed Y/N in the doorway of the room. Anthony feels his heart drop and his eyes widen. Even if she were to ever find out, it should not have been this way.
Daphne's heart breaks at the sad look in her niece's eyes. She knows Y/N shouldn't have found out about her true relation to the family this way and she feels awful that she's the one who accidentally informed her.
"Y/N--" Anthony starts, beginning to go over to her, but the young girl dashes out of the room, running as quickly as she can to get away.
Anthony lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair.
"I'm sorry, Anthony. I-- I didn't know she was there. I wouldn't want her to find out this way." Daphne says.
"No, it... you were right. She should know. I know that. I'm the one who let the lies start in the first place. I should've told mother and father that I wanted to keep her. Actually keep her... as mine. But I went along with their plan."
"You should go talk to her." Daphne says.
"If she'll let me." Anthony scoffs. "God, what have I done?" He mutters to himself.
Anthony makes his way out of the room, going to Y/N's room. He walks in, finding Y/N, his mother, and the rest of his siblings there. They had all heard Y/N sobbing and rushed in.
Y/N managed to explain what she had heard. Violet was instantly bombarded with questions from her three youngest. The three who knew all exchanged glances, worried about what was to come, but also relieved the secret was finally out.
"Let's go, children." Violet urges.
"Will you explain everything then?" Hyacinth questions.
"Not tonight. Go back to bed." Violet orders her three youngest. She gains complaints from them, but still sends them to bed. After the three are gone, Violet shuts the door after them.
"Anthony, what happened?" Violet strictly asks.
"Daphne and I got into a fight. The truth about Y/N came out." Anthony briefly explains.
"All of you knew?" Y/N asks, looking between her siblings and mother. Well... she guesses they're her aunt, uncles, father, and grandmother. They all have guilty looks, giving the girl her answer.
"Y/N, darling..." Anthony tries.
"No! Get out!" Y/N yells. "I don't want to see any of you!"
"Y/N--"
"You've been lying! Leave!"
"Let's go." Benedict ushers his two younger siblings out.
Y/N lays on her side, her back facing the two remaining Bridgertons as she starts to cry. Her sobs break Anthony's heart, the man only wanting to scoop her into his arms and hold her tightly.
"Come along, Anthony." Violet quietly encourages. "She isn't going to talk right now."
"I'm sorry, dearest. I never wanted to lie to you. I hope one day you can forgive me." Anthony tells Y/N. He leaves the room, beelining for his office, his eyes stinging as he forces his tears to stay in.
Anthony slams the office door shut behind him, pacing the room. He slumps into his chair, burying his face in his hands. Tears stream down his face, a sob managing to escape him here and there.
Anthony pours a glass of whiskey, downing it immediately. He repeats the process, ignoring the tears.
- - -
Anthony lets out a small groan as he wakes up. His eyes squint, blinded by the sun filtering into the room. He lifts his head up, realizing he's still at his desk in his office. An empty glass is next to him, the almost empty bottle of whiskey not far away either.
Anthony groans, holding his head, grimacing at the pain.
"Oh, God." Anthony grumbles. He remembers last night's events and his heart cracks more. He doesn't know how Y/N is going to react to everything or how it's going to be different now.
Anthony sighs, knowing he has to get up, so he reluctantly leaves the office. Anthony changes into fresh clothes before going to the drawing room where he finds his entire family.
"Morning, dear." Violet greets.
"Morning." Anthony quietly says. He looks to where Y/N is sitting on one of the sofas next to Francesca, the older girl reading to her. "Morning, Y/N."
The girl doesn't pay him any attention, keeping her focus on the book Francesca has.
"She, um... she isn't talking to anybody but the youngest three." Daphne informs.
"Don't blame her. We have been lying to her face for five years." Benedict murmurs, earning smacks from his mother and older brother. "Ow."
"Y/N, may I talk to you?" Anthony asks. She still doesn't acknowledge him.
"How long do you think this will go on for?" Colin asks.
"I'd personally never talk to you lot again if you lied to me about my family." Eloise comments.
"Shut it." Daphne quietly hisses.
- - -
Two weeks later, Y/N is still pretty good at giving most of her family the cold shoulder. She'll speak to them if she absolutely has to, but it's only short answers.
The young girl is currently sitting on the swings, staring at the ground as she lightly pushes her feet, not having much enthusiasm to actually swing.
She hears a throat clear and looks up to see Anthony standing near her.
"Hi." He greets. She doesn't respond, just looking back down at the ground. "Mind if I join you?" He asks. Y/N doesn't answer.
Anthony goes to the other swing and sits down. He lightly pushes the swing back and forth, much like Y/N is doing.
"Listen, love." Anthony starts, fiddling with his hands nervously. "I am deeply... deeply sorry for us making you think you were our sibling. We should not have lied to you about how you fit into the family. It was wrong."
"Why did you do it then?" Y/N quietly asks.
"We... we had an image to uphold. And none of us really wanted to break it. We would be... our family would've been looked down on. Having a child without being married is... is wrong."
"And that's what you did?" Y/N asks.
"Yes." Anthony nods.
"So I'm a mistake?" She asks, finally looking over at him. Her eyes are glossy which breaks Anthony's heart.
"No. No, darling, not at all." Anthony states. He gets off his swing and kneels in front of her. "You are not at all a mistake. You are... you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me. And I should not have agreed to keeping the fact that you're my daughter a secret. I shouldn't have let it go this far."
"And I am still deeply sorry for that and I will forever be sorry for it. I intended to tell you one day. I did not want you to fight out the way you did. You should've been able to find out in a calmer setting."
"So are we gonna keep pretending I'm not yours?" Y/N asks.
"No. No. I've had a lot of time to think these past two weeks... and I am more than ready to reveal the truth. Keeping you hidden is not the correct thing to do and it never was. From now on, I promise to not lie to you about anything."
"You are my daughter and you always will be."
"It's going to take some time to get used to that." Y/N informs.
"I know. However long it takes, I will be there and you can get comfortable with everything at your own pace." Anthony says. "But you need to know I love you. More than anything."
"I love you, too... papa." Y/N says, making a face at the name. "It's still slightly weird." She says making Anthony lightly chuckle. "But not that weird. You are the only papa I've known anyway."
Anthony softly smiles. He leans forward and kisses her on the forehead.
He knows it would take a while for Y/N to fully accept the truth and get used to it, but he was willing to wait and provide her with unconditional love no matter what.
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#anthony bridgerton#anthony bridgerton x daughter reader#anthony bridgerton x daughter!reader#bridgerton#violet bridgerton#daphne bridgerton#eloise bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#colin bridgerton
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OKAY I'M MAKING AN INTRO POST
my main is @isitsafetodrinktherainwater32 so if you see it in your notes... THAT'S ME
hello my name is joe i'm a lesbian and i use any pronouns except he (YES EVEN NEOS) this is my utdr sideblog where i post my silly drawings and i scream about ralsei my favorite marshmallow man
i follow from there so um. Watch Out
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i've made a lot of deltarune aus lol but the ones i post about a lot are triscript, my lightner ralsei au and soap seam au!!!!!!!!! ^_^ i like making aus because i like putting characters in silly outfits. i made triscript because i wanted to try and make a deltaswap-style thing, lightner ralsei because i wanted an excuse to draw susie and ralsei being siblings and soap seam just popped into my brain one day. WOOHOO!!!
i also have a few deltarune ocs but i don't post about them that much... except for tenna because she's fun to draw xD
i have also made a 100% not serious parody of just dance called just dodge which is basically deltarune's story of undertale. it's cringe on purpose so i think you should definitely read it teehee heehee
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sometimes i don't reply to comments unless i'm sure that you know what my main blog is because i still can't comment from my sideblog. so it would just look like a random person entering a conversation LOL
reblogs are very appreciated ^_^ likes are good too but reblogs help spread my art, so if you think my drawings are good then consider reblogging them! maybe even write something in the tags if you're feeling fancy. no pressure though! i just like reading tags °_°
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the main probelm with the expression is it's all priming, it's just a normal smile, the problem is 1. he can't stop making it and 2. obviously it's insincere most of the time and there's probably something to be said about emotional labor, the original meaning was i think service workers smiling a lot, i mean the original meaning was about being peppy and cheery for hours on end... but even the twisted meaning, of meeting people on the worst day of their life, dealing with them, helping them, getting infomration out of them, and not saying you understand, because you don't. I'm NOT saying Harry doesn't owe people emotional labor, that's his job... But should it be? Yes, we need someone to be delivering that kind of news, but maybe detectives shouldn't? Social workers sound so annoying though.
I kind of am on board with people saying harry isn't as ugly as he thinks he is. Even some stuff like whether his pants stink or his hair is messy, well his hair might be doing alright, I mean sure it might be greasy, or it might be soft. Uh ignoring the portrait that you stare at until you fall in love with it, which i think is not as, listen, not as handsome as the oil painting in the mirror. um say the mirror is a mirror but the portrait is a photo like your photo-ID, your old youngman photo ID matches the portrait closer than the mirror painting. because you look better in the mirror than frozen unnaturally on film, this is scientific, honestly.
the other problem with the expression is sometimes when you're laughing your eyes do that. i think the "original portrait" really just looks like he's laughing, sorry. it's hard to DRAW someone laughing, and even, uh, even writing it, we might perfer lol to haha because is it really haha? it's these weird sounds that we can't directly communicate (film is the best way, uh, which seems more direct than paintings and text) it's kind of like trying to descibe smells, like I listened to a podcast where an English woman living in America could smell whether a book was printed in England or America. They had to move on pretty quickly because, um, she couldn't explain it. It's so funny that we don't have words for things like that, laughter and smells.
now, we can see that jean looks like a pathetic wet meow meow, dispite being difficult. but i think these portraits, the chatting ones, are different, it might be a first impression, that he sees you and looks all distraught before getting it together. get it together!
so in short, looks can be decieving and i think harry is handsome, but an unreliable narrator. i'm not saying his smile in the mirror was mirthful or laughter, you can stare at his eyes until you understand some of his pain, and the game is encouraging you to do this by slowly making the painting bigger. if it was a still image you would glance at it and then advance the text. i'm only saying that sometimes i think the painting is pretty handsome. do you think the painting might be harry's chat portrait in another life? what do you think kim's first impression of us is, really, if ours was so fiercely positive and trusting?
#disco elysium#we say lol after every sentence. copping to the fact that we would be nervously laughing in real life. our anxiety and need to please
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Twenty questions for fic writers
thanks for the tag @blackdalek! I feel like i maybe have not written enough for these answers to be that interesting but i'm going to do it anyway because fun!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Three. Although there are two other fics on fanfic.net that I never moved over to AO3. Full disclosure, I don't go by this url on AO3 or ffn because when I started writing fic i was still closeted even to this tumblr blog, which seems insane in retrospect LOL (also I have a lot of IRL friends on this blog now who don't need to go reading my fanfic. I guess that is where i draw the line XD so if u are an IRL maybe ignore the rest of this post. or don't - read on at your own risk lmao)
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
47,860 words
3. What fandoms do you write for?
OUAT - Swan Queen (although I have not written for them in about 9 years soooo. I should really fix that. but let's be real, I do not write very often in general)
Supergirl - General Danvers
Grey's Anatomy - Meddison
there are other fandoms that I definitely started writing things for and then abandoned before I even posted anything. Oh I did write Rizzoli & Isles fic a lot like 10 years ago but never posted any of it except for a crossover fic that still lives (and will die) on ffn. In retrospect that fic was v problematic due to copganda.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
lol I only have 3 fics on AO3 so guess they are my top 3.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to! Although I have not been lately because lately they're all like "I love this fic hope you come back to it" and um I can't really say if I will come back to it or not! I would like to, buuuut it's far more likely that when I start writing again it'll be something new. Who knows though! I am definitely at a better position in life to start writing again now than I have been for the last 2 years.
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
well... I think i've only completed two fics ever LOL the first was a pretty fluffy one shot (i think... idk it was ffn era so who remembers). Rooftop Negotiations is pretty angsty in general but it does have a hopeful ending (and I prevented Astra from dying so how angsty could that really be XD)
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I think all of my fics are intended to have happy endings, but they're for the most part unfinished so I couldn't say which would be the happiest ending.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Hmmmm I cannot remember if I ever have. It depends what you consider hate. I did get a very weird comment on one of my fics by someone who was really aggressively angry that I had abandoned it. So that was weird. I also got some criticism on that crossover fic I previously mentioned and yeah in retrospect that criticism was well founded.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
heh heh not usually but I can think of one scene that I wrote. If I ever continue my multichapter meddison fic I will have to decide if I want to write smut or not. I did rate it M so...
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Oh the crossover. Look, when I first started writing fic it was just me and my tumblr friend emailing a google doc back and forth, alternating each chapter, writing only for ourselves with no direction planned and no intention of posting it anywhere. And yes, we loved a crossover. Mostly it was Rizzoli & Isles and OUAT crossovers but my co-writer loved to introduce new crossovers without warning so those fics got out of control very quickly. But the first fic I ever posted was a crossover (again Rizzoli & Isles and OUAT). Can anything really be considered a crazy crossover though when OUAT is involved? the show itself is a crazy crossover.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not as far as i know!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that i know of (although I did start writing a fic in another language once. I never posted it though)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
uh the unofficial never posted fics mentioned above LOL
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
probably still Swan Queen tbh. I will never be over them. I feel like I have devoted my whole adult life to them.
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Can I go where you go?
I sooo want to finish it. Writing that fic was the most disciplined I have ever been with fic writing and the only reason I stopped was because I moved across the country, started a new job, and got into a new relationship all at the same time and life was chaos for 2 years.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I *think* I am good at dialogue. I can usually hear a conversation between characters in my head and when I write dialogue I'm really just like transcribing what they're saying.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
description kills me. I cannot keep track of character's movements through space, I generally don't care about what their surroundings look like so I forget that the audience might want to know. My ideal fic would just be written like a play where I only have to provide the spoken lines and no other information or direction.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I don't think I've tried other than the time that I tried writing the entire fanfic in another language. I have read many a SQ fic that sprinkles Spanish dialogue in for Regina and tbh it is so hit or miss as to how well it works that I dunno if I ever would try it.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
OUAT/Rizzoli & Isles (was a crossover lmao)
20. Favorite fic you've written?
at this point, Rooftop Negotiations because i actually finished it and succeeded at staying within the scope of what I set out to achieve. and for what that was, I think I implemented it all quite well.
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Calliope, Roxy Lalonde
Act 6, page 5089-5094
uranianUmbra [UU] began cheering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]
UU: i can't see yoU, bUt yoU mUst be back by now, yes?
TG: y
TG: and i am how haxxing up storm
TG: p stank by
TG: *stand
UU: haxxing? :u
TG: u dont even no
TG: my fingers are the mean lil beaks
TG: of furirus woodpeckers
TG: and my keyboard
TG: is a pitiful plank of cruddy wood
TG: guarding a trove of tasty bungs
TG: it is guarding them i might add
TG: moist fucking unsuccessfully
UU: u~u
TG: as my digits rain danger
TG: on this hapless lamptop
TG: the result of my tappy onslaught
TG: is line after wicked line
TG: of leetfilthy codes
TG: aka..
TG: the governments worst nightmare
UU: Um...........
TG: i will be in an out
TG: of the systerm
TG: before breakfast knows what ate it
TG: JACKPOP BABBY
TG: im am ur cryptogodress 8)
UU: roxy?
TG: it is womon verse machine
TG: a struggle old as stuff itself
TG: she will bring sburb to its knees
TG: and then turn
TG: with her shitwreckingest face
TG: and stare
TG: into the void
TG: and the void
TG: will wonk first
TG: ;3
UU: i don't Understand.
UU: yoU are typing some sort of compUter program?
TG: no
TG: that was all mostly a huge load
TG: all that noisy keyboard bangin i just mentioned
TG: was me just typing all that shit i said 2 u
TG: lol i did type it superfast tho
TG: just like they do in dumb fake movies about primo hackers who r THA BEST
TG: i guess i hacked into our conversation? w/ bs nstead of codez
UU: ^u^;
TG: but for real
TG: im just drag & dropin some game shit in to jakes place
TG: it is easy as a butt
TG: this kiddie game is a waste of my baller expertise
TG: * sexpertities
TG: / obligatory
TG: hey look
TG: a 'totem lathe'
TG: kay w/e
TG: BONK
TG: down it goes
TG: in that patch off dirt i guess
TG: daaang
TG: fits on that patch o dirt like
TG: a glass shitting slipper
TG: NEXT ??
UU: ah, i Understand. yoU're beginning then. good!
TG: yes im on a roll
TG: gettin my peeps outie
TG: splitting the ball b4 junk turns 2 pumpkins
TG: soooooooooo
TG: what were you going to give me back there? ;D
UU: right!
UU: it's a present i made for yoU.
TG: ooh!
UU: it coUld be...
UU: a farewell gift actUally.
TG: huh?
TG: are u leaving
UU: maybe.
UU: i am aboUt to go to sleep one last time before oUr schedUled entry.
UU: and there is a very real possibility that i will never wake Up.
TG: oh no!
TG: why!!!
UU: it is complicated.
UU: there is mUch to say aboUt it which i have never told yoU, dUe to my adherence to the rUles.
UU: some of which i am aboUt to break now, in order to give myself a fighting chance.
UU: bUt before i go down that serpentine path with yoU, here.
UU: one last bit of artwork from an admirer. something to remember me by, shoUld we never speak again.
UU: http://tinyurl.com/roxyisthisyoU
TG: !!!!!
TG: ssdlkjfs;lkfjdlskfj
TG: ohhhly SHIT
TG: *hooooooly
TG: holiest of shits
TG: the shit.....
TG: is down right
TG: SACROSANCT
TG: omgogmogmomog
TG: this owns
TG: my bones
UU: ^U^
TG: look at my outfit
TG: want 2 wear that outfit
TG: want 2 kiss + marry that outfist
TG: look
TG: at that lollipop
TG: that fuckin LOLLIPOP
TG: hehhe look at me goin in 4 a lick
TG: like im the queen of fuckall yall
TG: what is that in my hair
TG: is that
TG: COTTONE CANDY????
UU: indeed it is!
TG: say helloes to new phone wallpp
TG: sry baby eatin jake husband u r out
TG: /DIVORCE'D
TG: yes perfection
TG: more like
TG: perferection
TG: is what is givin me
TG: am getting the perfbonerz up in here
UU: i really enjoy drawing yoU. it is a treat.
UU: yoU are jUst so pretty. :u
TG: awwwwwwwwww
TG: <3<3<#<#<##
TG: hearts n hashes
UU: anyway, i am very pleased that yoU like my drawing. ~u~
TG: i love it
TG: i love U
TG: U x2 combot
UU: yoU do?
UU: really??
TG: yes
TG: fo rillies
UU: :U
UU: blimey.
UU: this comes as qUite a sUrprise.
TG: well i mean
TG: not like lets got get space married love
TG: more like ur the best and i like you a lot love
UU: oh.
UU: then the conciliatory type. i Understand.
TG: wait
TG: i didnt mean to jerk you around...
TG: did u feel that way about me
TG: aww shit im sorry :(
UU: no! don't be.
UU: trUst me, that is not how i feel aboUt yoU. or anyone.
UU: thoUgh i trUly wish i were capable of those feelings.
UU: perhaps the fact that i am not is why the topic fascinates me so.
UU: and why i have been prone do indUlge in sUch...
UU: fancifUl visUalizations.
UU: of yoUr people's lovely bright red relationships.
UU: they mUst be nice. u_u
TG: lol well its not like i would know either way
TG: but thats cool i didnt know that about you
TG: i dont know ANYTHING about u but i wish i did
TG: cant you at least tell me your name bfore you uh
TG: maybe go ways 4 ever? ;(
UU: yes, as a matter of fact.
UU: that is actUally the reason i am contacting yoU.
UU: it is one rUle i have decided to break.
TG: oh fuck!
TG: what is it!!!!!!!
UU: my name is calliope.
TG: :o
TG: .....
TG: ilike it :3
UU: it feels so strange to type that!
UU: bUt also good, actUally.
TG: well ty for finally confiding in me calilope
TG: *calliope sorrey
UU: yoU're welcome. it is good to get it off my chest.
UU: bUt i am primarily telling yoU this as a last resort, in hopes of saving myself.
UU: yoU see, this rUle between me and my brother is a kind of trUce.
UU: we have both agreed not to say oUr names to anyone so that things will not get oUt of hand, and so it became one of the rUles.
UU: if anyone were to say his name to me, i woUld immediately fall asleep, and he woUld wake Up.
UU: so yoU will Understand if i refrain from telling yoU his as well. ~_u
TG: so
TG: hes sleeping now?
UU: yes, fortUnately for both of Us.
UU: now, chronologically speaking, i have never contacted yoU after this moment.
UU: so if i never wake Up from my next nap, yoU will never hear from me again.
UU: if yoU do not hear from me later, i woUld very mUch appreciate it if yoU coUld message my brother, and say my name.
UU: it may be the only chance i have to wake Up again.
TG: fuuuck
TG: this is highly terrible and scary stuff youre saying
TG: but yes ill def do that
UU: splendid!
UU: <kisses>
TG: shit now i wish we had more time to talk
TG: quick what otter rules were you going 2 break
TG: spill it cali!!
UU: i want to!
UU: it is overwhelming, trying to be cavalier aboUt rUles i have respected all my life. i'm not sUre where to begin.
TG: well
TG: what i wonder is
TG: you said you couldnt have romantic feelings
TG: or "red relations" as you said in your trolly way
UU: oh, i can have romantic feelings.
UU: jUst not the flUshed kind, which hUmans describe as romantic love.
TG: ok but
TG: i didnt think that was alien to you
TG: not the way u made it sound
TG: like dont trolls have the 4 kinds and one kind is just staight up love feelins
UU: yes, that's right.
UU: bUt...
UU: oh bUgger. this is so embarrassing to have to admit.
UU: i am sorry for saying things which may have reasonably led yoU to believe this.
UU: probably way too many things. u_u;
UU: bUt i am not actUally a troll.
TG: o
TG: rrrrrelay
UU: i have never actUally claimed to be. bUt i'm sUre i have implied it, probably dUe to wishfUl thinking.
UU: i have spent so mUch time wishing i coUld be one.
UU: trolls are a remarkable and fascinating race.
UU: hUmans are too, please don't get me wrong!
UU: bUt i am oUt and oUt smitten with trolls and their history and ways.
UU: they have sUch amazing, coloUrfUl social dynamics that soUnd like so mUch fUn to be a part of.
UU: and they are so beaUtifUl.
UU: i wish i coUld be that pretty.
UU: UnfortUnately, i am not very attractive at all.
UU: sad to say, no one woUld kiss the corpse i will leave behind.
UU: even if there were someone aroUnd to revive me, i doUbt they woUld be inclined to bother.
UU: for, er... several reasons, actUally.
UU: bUt really, it was always for the best that i cannot have fUlly flUshed feelings.
UU: no one coUld ever love me.
TG: oh man no!!!
TG: that is not true
UU: it is.
UU: and it's for the best that no one has ever seen my face, aside from my brother.
TG: but i want 2 c u
TG: i proimise i wont think you look bad or judge you
UU: no.
UU: i am sorry.
TG: :(
TG: then what kinda alien are you
TG: wait dont tell me youre ACUTALLY from urnanus??
UU: heehee. no.
UU: that jUst happened to be a planet from yoUr system i thoUght was lovely.
UU: i was particUlarly strUck by its UniqUe rotation.
UU: it has very nice...
UU: bollocks, what's the word.
UU: the term that refers to a ball's topspin?
TG: ???
UU: it doesn't matter.
UU: bUt no, i'm not even from yoUr Universe, let alone a nearby planet.
UU: my species has never even had a home planet.
TG: what species are u
UU: i am a cherUb!
TG: omg
TG: that is
TG: amazing?
TG: like u have wings or such
UU: no!
UU: i doUbt i am what yoU're pictUring.
UU: bUt aside from a few sUperficial similarities, we are very different from trolls and hUmans.
UU: we are not a social race. we generally will not ever encoUnter another of oUr kind, Unless it is time to mate.
UU: and when that time comes, oUr coUrtship is nothing like it is for hUmans.
UU: it is highly confrontational and violent.
TG: sounds so lonely
TG: plus w/ hecks of tricky sex
UU: it is lonely.
UU: bUt that is in oUr natUre, to be alone. jUst as it is to find attraction throUgh contempt.
UU: now that i think aboUt it, i shoUld have known.
UU: i've been so foolish.
TG: known what
UU: aboUt the natUre of my game session.
UU: i believed he and i coUld play together, even Under oUr UniqUe biological circUmstances.
UU: i was so daft, i thoUght skaia had actUally made an exception for Us.
UU: and that we coUld overcome oUr conflicts, work together, and fUlfill the game's minimUm reqUirement of two players. one of space and the other of time.
UU: bUt i was always fooling myself.
UU: it is now clear only one of Us will sUrvive.
UU: my skaian visions have misled me.
UU: or i have blinded myself to their trUe meaning.
UU: this was always meant to be a session of one.
UU: and i am finally starting to Understand...
UU: the reality of that coUld have conseqUences more horrifying than we coUld begin to imagine.
TG: um
TG: how
UU: the thing is, yoU don't know him like i do.
UU: as hard as it may be to believe, he is even worse than yoU think.
UU: and it's all sUch a shame, not jUst becaUse of that.
UU: it is a shame that i won't be able to play, i gUess for selfish reasons.
UU: i was so looking forward to it.
UU: i really thoUght i was going to be someone special.
UU: that i coUld Use my abilities do something no one had ever done.
TG: hey you are being so defeatist stop that!
TG: you dont know you wont play we havent even tried the wakeup call yet remembr???
UU: yes. you're right.
UU: mUch like skaia, i've sUccUmbed to a gloomier outlook lately, due to recent setbacks.
TG: so whats going to be special bout your game?
TG: aside from that its just your fuckhead bro and you
UU: well, i was always led to believe i woUld be an extraordinary type of player.
UU: both of Us woUld be. we are both assigned extremely rare and powerfUl classes.
UU: they are the two master classes!
TG: oh yeh?
TG: what is urs
UU: mine is the most passive on the scale. a class designated for females only.
UU: i am the mUse of space. ^u^
TG: sounds p cool
TG: whats a muse do
UU: i'm not entirely sUre. i was hoping to discover that on my joUrney.
UU: anyway, his is the other master class.
UU: the most active class of all, reserved for male players.
TG: what is it
UU: Um...
UU: roxy.
UU: i think we may be getting a wee bit carried away with trivia here.
UU: we both have so mUch to do.
UU: yoU need to focUs on getting to safety, while i need to...
UU: prepare myself. for what i hope will be a short nap.
TG: ok
TG: you are right
TG: la siiiiiigh
TG: im worried 4 you
TG: but optimistic
TG: i will call ur name like a million times
TG: and shout it in 2 the void every chance i get
TG: til u come back :3
UU: you are a good friend, roxy.
UU: please take care.
uranianUmbra [UU] ceased cheering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]
#homestuck#calliope#roxy lalonde#homestuck act 6#page 5089#page 5090#page 5091#page 5092#page 5093#page 5094#homestuck act 6 act 3
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This is how I imagine that conversation starts XD
Kindlin stopping by the flower shop to ask plume a bunch of questions randomly XD
She gonna do her research
"What do you like to eat? Do you need constant heat like fire? What can make you sick?"
She hopes what she's doing isn't super obvious but she doesn't know who else to ask questions lol
He's more than happy to help if not slightly exasperated with her attempts to seem casual. He's more than aware of how unlikely it was he even exists so he wants the best for them too. He likes drawing with charcoal but it doubles as a snack. A new meaning to chewing on your pencil. There's some questions he has to brave hearing his parents embarrassing stories to answer. It's not that they weren't friends before but she knows significantly less about him than Hazel and Mimi so all of a sudden her trying to get his help is like "well if it isn't my favorite element who is always so helpful to his friends what's up bro"
Lmao yeah XD
Shes like "heyyyyy what's up buddy, one of my favorite florists! How ya dooiiin?"
i can imagine how elated flint and misty are to see another pair like them flourishing
Lol
I can only imagine her face when she realizes they know what she's up to
Misty gives kindlin a personal line on one of their business cards. "Please call us if you need anything" wink
She's just bows her head in embarrassment and nods, though she's happy to have someone with some sort of guidance in this area. How'd they meet tho
Did plume tell them about the fire girl bothering him with weird questions? Lol
Well once plume started going to them about the questions he couldn't answer they were more than a little curious why
Cirrus would go to Flint to ask for advice on how to be ready once her wife is pregnant.
"heh there's never really a playbook for elements like us who are crazy enough to break the barrier. Much as we've tried. For us we'd ended up believing it would never happen so when it did I can tell you I nearly had a flare up. Feels like a rollercoaster but what I can tell you is to trust your instincts and never doubt each other. Oh and get plastic covers for literally everything you own you'll have soot everywhere in no time flat ha".
Cirrus: Oh… well thank you, sir, I'm happy that you could share that with me but when I said "If she does get pregnant what should I do." I meant more in the sense of how to make Kindlin comfortable, like should I expect cravings, will she need help getting up? ^^; She feels so bad for ruining that moment after he shared something so personal XD
He might put on a lot of bravado but he's very easy to fluster. " ah well you'll have to forgive this old man and his waxing poetic. I'm not quite sure how it'll translate after all I didn't actually have the baby thank the blue flame" practically slaps his knee at his own jokes. "But Misty I recall could hardly eat anything she used too. She started wanting the stuff I had imported from home. Maybe plume just wanted something more fire, who knows. She never felt cold enough nearly blew away one day when she put on a dozen fans in the office."
"my own mom used to tell me it was like have a lump of coal weighing you down all day so I'd imagine your wife will need some extra attention towards the end. And not to gross you out young lady but well, you must be sure you know exactly when the babies coming because a water break aint so bad but a lava one, now that could cost ya in repairs. "
Cirrus: That last one will definitely be a big help, I'm not sure what I'm going to do about the food situation though, Kindlin can't eat our food, It evaporates as soon as it gets close to her mouth.
"when you get to be as old as I am you realize you can eat just about anything if you throw it in a blender first hehe. Whenever A few times Misty wanted me to try something I tried mixing it with my lava java. Not perfect but hey"
Cirrus: Huh. Blending… I think that might just work. Um… I do have one more question though. It's silly to think about but I can't help but worry… what if they don't like me?
His face softens with the kind of knowing only a parent can have "you know with plume, I was sure I would end up like my parents, that Id push him away and he'd know it somehow even as a little puff of smoke. But I tell you once you actually lay eyes on em, it won't matter, even if they hated you you know youd do anything for em. But if it means anything to you the fact that you even worry about it tells me there's no way they won't love you. I think they have a way of knowing"
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Lol you usamericans think EVERYTHING should revolve around you
I agree with this. However, a quiz made by a usamerican (me) for other English speakers, most of whom are usamericans. Um. Maybe should.
Like what do you expect me to do here, I literally can’t make something that draws from experiences I don’t have. Also for the sake of other English speakers I did try my best to make the questions not America-specific. I don’t think there’s anything on there that only Americans have access to. But it was made by an American, so it’s going to have that bias no matter how hard I try. I don’t understand what’s so hard about this and I don’t understand why so many people just expect me to know and include things that come from places I’ve never been! Many of the comments I’ve gotten are just like this one; frustratedly pointing out that I’m an American and have biases I’m blind to without actually offering any help. I’d love to include new things, I’ve taken tons of suggestions from people who want to see their favorite fonts or dinosaurs, but just saying something like “wow you’re obviously American” does not help me improve it!
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BnHA Chapter 338: My Little Babies off to Destroy People
Previously on BnHA: Aoyama was all “hey everyone, I am so sorry but I am in fact the U.A. Traitor.” Deku was all, “yeah, in hindsight I probably should have figured it out from that ominous message you sent me a while back which was written entirely in cheese and which you somehow tried to pass off as completely normal.” Aoyama was all, “yeah, that definitely was not normal at all. I’m really surprised you just took me at my word about that, actually.” Class 1-A was all, “we’re here and we’re desperately trying to process literally anything about this entire conversation, but let us tell you, it’s a losing battle right now.” Deku was all, “but anyways Aoyama you can still be a hero and I will tell you exactly how... next week after this cliffhanger.”
Today on BnHA: Naomasa is all “kids, I’m loving the supportive vibes you’ve all got going on here, but just a friendly reminder that this kid has committed several gravely serious crimes.” Iida is all, “you know what Aoyama, that’s our bad for not realizing how much you were suffering on account of feeling guilty for horribly betraying us all.” Kirishima is all “AOYAMA I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU THOUGHT WE’D BE MAD AT YOU FOR NEARLY GETTING US ALL KILLED ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS.” Aizawa is all “Mic, hold me up properly so that everyone can see my handsome face. Everyone, I propose that we use Aoyama to set up a trap for AFO.” Everyone is all “FUCK YEAH, I FUCKING HATE AFO, FUCK THAT GUY!!” Horikoshi is all, “anyway so Deku needs a new costume upgrade again, and you know what that means.” Fandom is all, “( ⁍᷄⌢̻⁍᷅ ).” Horikoshi is all, “(•̀ᴗ•́).” Fandom is all, “(ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣_ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣).” Horikoshi is all, “lol. boobs.”
well that threw me for a brief loop with RHA (apparently?) being down. guess that’s what happens when you brazenly slap the site name on literally every single page of the scanlation every single week for months on end lol. anyway so the cycle of piracy continues
Aoyama is actually so pretty on this cover page though
since when did Horikoshi start adding soft little curls to the ends of his bangs. usually his hair looks like it was baked in a silicon mold and then glued directly onto his head lol
also gotta love how this chapter is apparently a Part One Of Something, with Horikoshi presumably knowing FULL WELL that the timing would coincide with the first of WSJ’s two annual year-end holiday breaks. this fucking guy I s2g
(ETA: I don’t know whether the non-cliffhanger we actually got is better or worse than what I was expecting lol.)
um, wtf
??? ??????
LMAO
“hey Deku, idk if you noticed but this motherfucker is TIED THE FUCK UP, so reaching out towards him all symbolically seems kind of weird and cryptic at best and openly taunting at worst. not gonna judge you or anything but I’m not really sure exactly what you were thinking there”
well you see Nao, what he was actually thinking was, “I can’t believe Horikoshi is drawing me doing this and has completely forgotten that Aoyama is tied up, and once he realizes it’s already going to be too late and it’s gonna keep him up at night for the better part of the following week.” and he will immediately have to devote several panels in the following chapter to his hasty lampshading job smdh
and meanwhile what the fuck did you gag him for lol. care to explain that part? I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into Naomasa these last few months of 2021, but this man’s fucks are GONE. VAMOOSED. and I am living for it you guys
oh shit lol. so Nao is all “hey Deku, maybe don’t jump right in and start making this kid promises right when we are about to take him to jail and charge him with 39 counts of attempted murder.” huh. this legit did not even occur to me. I just straight up accepted that Deku is making all the rules now and outranks this police captain or whatever he is lol
anyway Nao, quit being a narc, man. just be cool bro
“what’s more, what if he is rigged to blow up like Nagant after all??” -- BUT YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID -- I MEAN --
“anyway so it’s not wise to let him talk anymore” wow okay. maybe his fucks aren’t gone yet after all. I liked it better when they were ngl
(ETA: and meanwhile he doesn’t do shit to the parents lol. I fully believe Horikoshi just needed some sort of excuse to stop Aoyama from interrupting the dialogue with tearful apologies this week so the rest of them could talk business.)
wait what??
this can’t actually be true, can it? you’re telling me AFO was so fucking arrogant that he couldn’t conceive of a situation where his mole at U.A. might come across some vital info that they might urgently need to communicate to him regardless of whether he asked or not? or did he just not trust Yuuga and his parents enough to give them a means of contacting him? maybe he didn’t want to risk this exact kind of situation and potentially give the heroes a way to track him down
“yes, it’s actually that second thing you just said” well okay then lol
anyway so now it’s looking like Deku is just gonna blurt out his secret plan right here and now regardless of what Nao says lol. BUT LOOK AT THIS THOUGH OMG??
KAMINARI “DON’T FORGET, I ACTUALLY PASSED THE SUPER-DIFFICULT ENTRANCE EXAM TO GET INTO JAPAN’S MOST ELITE HERO SCHOOL TOO YOU GUYS” DENKI OUT HERE BEING ALL SMART AND FIGURING OUT WHAT DEKU IS UP TO YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!! SOMEONE SEND A TESTIMONIAL TO AIZAWA SO DENKI CAN GET EXTRA CREDIT ON HIS NEXT ASSIGNMENT
(ETA: AIZAWA WAS THERE ALL ALONG!! AND NOT ONLY DID HE NOT GIVE HIM CREDIT, BUT HE FUCKING STOLE HIS IDEA LMAO.)
OMG HE EVEN FIGURED IT OUT BEFORE MOMO???
“that’s right bitches. while you were out fighting crime and developing flashy new supermoves this past month, I was sprawled out on the couch binging spy thriller dramas on my phone.” fuck yeah boy that’s how you do it!!
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“um okay but just as a reminder HE TRIED TO KILL YOU GUYS.” yes, but look at him though! he’s all crying and stuff!! HAVE A HEART MIC. ALSO, WHERE THE HELL HAS YOUR BOYFRIEND GOTTEN TO?? YOU COULD AT LEAST PUT THE GUY ON SPEAKERPHONE, CHRIST
(ETA: I withdraw my objection lol.)
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like just to be clear, I’m in full agreement with what Iida just said. but at the same time, the way he just casually dismisses an entire year of espionage that led to two full-blown assaults on their class as “bygones” is sending me all the way down the fucking block lol
-- okay Iida but this is pushing it even for shounen lmao
“if you think about it from a certain point of view, the fact that Aoyama’s parents bought a quirk from AFO, and AFO subsequently blackmailed them into doing his bidding, and Aoyama spent the past year spying on us and nearly got us all killed on two separate occasions, is kind of our own fault actually” IIDA WHAT
oh my god he’s so brave and determined and loyal and responsible and I love him so much but I’m still not even 10% over that absurd leap of logic in the previous panel dsflkjl
this fucking kid. and your hair suddenly got all pretty too! did you all suddenly change up your conditioner game or what
okay I know I’m always joking about Iida being forty years old, but also, WHEN THE HELL DID IIDA TENYA BECOME A FULL GROWN MAN YOU GUYS
WHEN DID EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF CLASS 1-A BECOME A FULL FUCKING GROWNASS ADULT EXUDING ALL THIS CALM FUCKING AUTHORITY YOU GUYS. THEY GROW UP SO FAST. OMG
AND MEANWHILE, THERE’S THE ANGRY KATSUKI TIRADE I WAS WAITING FOR LAST WEEK LOL. DELAYED REACTION THERE OR WHAT
you little shithead, you already gave up the game last week when you were standing there all calm and remorseful and reflecting on how society treats quirkless people. but now that everyone else is puffing up their chests and giving big shounen forgiveness speeches, you’re suddenly all “holy shit it’s been almost five minutes since I last spouted some random tough guy bullshit, I better get on that quick before they all start thinking I’ve mellowed out.” god forbid, lol
so now Kirishima’s shouting at Aoyama that he has a chance to break free of AFO now
I mean as far as I can tell nothing has actually changed at all with regard to the amount of danger Aoyama is still in. like if anything this is just gonna make things 50x more dangerous. still, it’s a nice sentiment
oof
“do you really think any one of us would blame someone for being quirkless” while Katsuki is standing right there. “do you really think we’d blame someone for suppressing their angst and keeping it a secret from all of us until they can’t take it anymore and run away from home to be an emo vigilante” while Deku is standing right fucking there. jesus christ Kirishima who are you going to come for next, guy??
at what point does it actually become cruel to keep shouting all this stuff at him while he’s still sitting there all tied up and gagged lol
oh Yuuga. I want to give you a hug so bad
so now Nao is once again all “that’s really great that you guys are all so forgiving but I still have to take them to jail for the attempted murder” sigh
OH MY GOD MIC, GET THERE FASTER
the plan is to take advantage of the fact that AFO wanted Aoyama to lure Deku away somewhere on his own, and use that to set a trap for AFO and/or whoever else shows up to capture him. do we really have to spell it out for you?? Kaminari figured it out in like two seconds. Bakugou figured it out LAST WEEK. if you call up Aizawa right now, which you really ought to do btw, he will also figure it out within 30 seconds of picking up the phone. why don’t you go ahead and do that. have him explain it to you
oh
WELL OKAY THEN LOL
FDSLFKJL I SCROLLED BACK UP TO REREAD THE TWO PREVIOUS PANELS AND IT WAS ACTUALLY SPEAKER-PHONE AIZAWA ASKING DEKU IF HE HAD A PLAN LOL I’M SO OBSERVANT. IN MY DEFENSE, AT LEAST I’VE NEVER TRIED TO DRAW AN INSPIRING PAGE WITH SOMEONE REACHING OUT TO SOMEONE ELSE WHILE FORGETTING THE OTHER PERSON WAS TIED TO A CHAIR
LOL
SOMEWHERE ON THE U.A. CAMPUS, THE ENTIRETY OF CLASS 2-A SUDDENLY SITS UP STRAIGHT, UNABLE TO SHAKE THE VAGUE BUT PERSISTENT FEELING THAT SOME ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT IS GOING DOWN RIGHT NOW
ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT WE’RE GONNA PRESS PAUSE HERE FOR A SEC BECAUSE THIS DESERVES FURTHER EXAMINATION
THINGS CLASS 1-A IS ALLOWED TO GET AWAY WITH WITHOUT BEING EXPELLED FOR
COMING IN LAST PLACE IN AIZAWA’S BS ~LOGICAL RUSE~ DAY ONE QUIRK APPREHENSION TEST
CALLING YOUR FELLOW COMPETITORS “STEPPING STONES” AND PROCLAIMING YOU’RE GOING TO BE NUMBER ONE IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE COUNTRY WHEN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE RECITING THE U.A. ATHLETE’S OATH
HUNTING DOWN A SERIAL KILLER WITH THE INTENT OF REVENGE-MURDERING HIM AND NEEDING TO BE REELED IN BY YOUR FELLOW CLASSMATES AND ALL THREE OF YOU ALMOST GETTING YOURSELVES KILLED WHEN YOU DIDN’T EVEN HAVE PROVISIONAL LICENSES
HUNTING DOWN MORE SERIAL KILLERS WITH THE INTENT OF SAVING YOUR KIDNAPPED CLASSMATE EVEN THOUGH YOU KNEW THE TOP HEROES IN THE COUNTRY WERE ALREADY MOUNTING A RESCUE OP
KEEPING QUIET WHILE YOUR FELLOW CLASSMATES HUNTED DOWN ALL THESE SERIAL KILLERS
SNEAKING OUT OF THE DORMS IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT TO HAVE A WILD THROWDOWN WITH YOUR EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED CLASSMATE AND DESTROYING A PERFECTLY GOOD TRAINING GROUND IN THE PROCESS
BEING MINETA. JUST IN GENERAL
BATTLING TWO VILLAINS ALL ON YOUR OWN AND THEN STRAIGHT UP LYING TO THE TEACHERS ABOUT IT JUST BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T WANT YOUR SCHOOL CONCERT TO BE CANCELLED
STRAIGHT UP QUITTING SCHOOL ALTOGETHER TO EMBARK ON A 20-CHAPTER RAMPAGE CONSISTING OF, YOU GUESSED IT, HUNTING DOWN YET MORE SERIAL KILLERS
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, BETRAYING YOUR CLASSMATES TO THE VILLAINS ON NOT ONE BUT TWO OCCASIONS WHICH RESULTED IN (1) THEIR NEAR-DEATHS, (2) THE FALL OF ALL MIGHT, AND (3) THE SUBSEQUENT DEATH-BY-A-THOUSAND-CUTS OF SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT
QUITE AN IMPRESSIVE LIST. AND BEFORE YOU POINT IT OUT, I’M AWARE THAT AIZAWA TECHNICALLY WASN’T AWARE OF A COUPLE OF THESE INCIDENTS, BUT I ALSO FEEL LIKE IT REALLY WASN’T TOO HARD TO PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER BASED ON WHAT HE DID KNOW. ANYWAYS, BUT MEANWHILE,
THINGS CLASS 2-A IS NOT ALLOWED TO GET AWAY WITH WITHOUT BEING EXPELLED FOR
EXISTING
“WE SEE HOW IT IS” OH MY GOD. SOMEONE GET SOME JUSTICE FOR THESE POOR FUCKING KIDS. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT,” AIZAWA SAYS WHILE TAKING NONCHALANT SIPS FROM A CLASS 1-A LIMITED EDITION COFFEE MUG. “I’VE NEVER PLAYED FAVORITES IN MY LIFE” HE INSISTS AS HE PETS HIS CAT SUSHI WHO IS WEARING A LIL SWEATER THAT READS “CLASS 1-A SUPREMACY”
lol but anyways, so now Aizawa is telling everyone that he’s devised a cunning plan. and everyone’s standing there looking all serious and stuff
oh my god you did not just
did this man seriously just steal Kaminari’s suggestion and act like he came up with it all on his own lmao. “sure, when I say we should use Aoyama as a triple agent in order to lure AFO into a trap, everyone just fucking ignores me. but when Aizawa-sensei says it, everyone acts all stunned and the principal is all ‘that’s the best fucking idea I’ve ever heard.’” why does it feel like we are bearing witness to Kaminari Denki’s villain origin story here
meanwhile Horikoshi pats himself on the back for so deftly leaving us all in “suspense” here wondering what the heroes are planning. “sometimes I amaze even myself” lol okay buddy
DKLSFKJSLGK
so just like that we’re back on the honor system, huh. “I mean it you guys. pinky swear, 1000 needles, etc.” man y’all are damned lucky it doesn’t look like that Hagakure backup traitor thing is gonna pan out lol
anyway so now we’re cutting back to the dorm and everyone is just kind of hanging out morosely in the common room while Kacchan takes out the recycling because he’s a grownass responsible adult now too, but like hell is he ever gonna own up to it
-- NO!!
INTERVENTION!! SIT THESE MOTHERFUCKERS BACK DOWN!! WHY DO Y’ALL WANNA FUCK WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL THING WE HAD GOING ON GODDAMMIT. WHY CAN’T DEKU JUST FIGHT AFO IN HIS FUCKING SWEATPANTS HUH. WHO SAYS NO
OH MY GOD THEY ALL JUST SUDDENLY GOT FUCKING FIERCE IN UNISON ON CUE
IS THAT WHY AIZAWA DIDN’T WANT TO EXPEL THEM?? HE WAS TOO SCARED?? YOU LET THEM BECOME TOO POWERFUL SHOUTA OMG
TODOROKI FULLY BACK IN “FIGHTING WITHOUT THE SOLES OF YOUR FEET WILL BE DIFFICULT” MURDER MODE!
KATSUKI ACTUALLY ALWAYS LOOKS LIKE THAT LOL
WOULD YOU FUCK WITH OCHAKO?? I SURE WOULDN’T. IF YOU SAY YOU WOULD YOU’RE A LIAR
OJIRO IS TRYING SO HARD GOD BLESS HIM
DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT MINA COULD BE TERRIFYING?? DID YOU KNOW SHE COULD FULLY CHANNEL ALL MIGHT’S VILLAIN-PUMMELING “FUCK YOU AFO” VIBES AND TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF HER OWN BLACK SCLERA LIKE THAT?? THIS IS A REVELATION TO ME
TOKOYAMI HAS THE SAME PROBLEM KACCHAN HAS, WHERE WE’RE ALREADY DESENSITIZED TO HIS EXPRESSION BECAUSE HE ALWAYS LOOKS LIKE THAT. CONGRATULATIONS SONS, YOU PLAYED YOURSELVES
IF JIROU EVER LOOKED AT ME LIKE THAT I WOULD FUCKING SCREAM AND RUN AWAY
FOR ALL HIS TALK ABOUT PEOPLE FINDING HIM SCARY, SHOUJI HAS NEVER REALLY ACTUALLY BEEN THAT SCARY THOUGH. UNTIL NOW
SATOU WITH THE FUCKING VEIN THROBBING IN HIS FOREHEAD HOLY SHIT
HOLY CRAP MOMO. WHY ARE THE GIRLS ALL SO GODDAMN TERRIFYING
IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE’VE SEEN DARK IIDA LOL. ALWAYS A CROWD PLEASER
SERO IS 1000% EMULATING KACCHAN HERE. THAT IS ABSOLUTELY A KACCHAN FACE. I MEAN, BUT IT FUCKING WORKS THOUGH
TSUYU JUST LOOKS LIKE SHE’S POUTING AND IT’S COMPLETELY RUINING THE OVERALL EFFECT BUT IT’S OKAY TSUYU
KAMINARI IS MAKING A KACCHAN FACE TOO?? AND WHILE WE’RE AT IT, SO IS KIRISHIMA. DO YOU GUYS FUCKING PRACTICE THIS SHIT
THIS WHOLE ENTIRE VIBE JUST ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT WORK FOR MINETA AT ALL, BUT I RESPECT HORIKOSHI FOR TRYING
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, KOUDA WENT FROM SWEET DISNEY PRINCESS TO PETRIFYING DISNEY VILLAIN IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. WHAT A TRANSFORMATION. STUNNING
meanwhile poor Hagakure got left out and had to settle for being in the previous panel by herself lol. and obviously Aoyama can’t be here, so that just leaves us with good ol’ Deku. show us your murder face, Deku
OOOOH
THAT’S A GOOD MURDER FACE. OMG. BOY KILLED IT
HORIKOSHI NOOOOO
“COMIC RELIEF CLIFFHANGER??” NO MY GOOD MAN RESIST THE URGE!! STOP GIVING ME THOSE PUPPY DOG EYES YOU LOUT
OH MY FUCKING!!
“COMIC RELIEF CLIFFHANGER!!” NO, GODDAMMIT. DELETE THIS, NEPHEW
LOLLLL
FULL GROWN MAN IIDA HAS ABSCONDED!! “MOMMY COME GET ME, I’M SCARED” IIDA HAS ENTERED THE CHAT!!
AND MEANWHILE DEKU IS ALL “FOOL ME ONCE, SHAME ON ME. FOOL ME TWICE, YOU CAN’T FOOL ME BECAUSE I WAS BRACED THIS TIME, MOTHERFUCKER.” CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT, I ACTUALLY LAUGHED. BUT MOSTLY JUST BECAUSE THE ABSURDITY OF HOW QUICKLY THIS SERIES CAN TURN ON A DIME JUST GOT TO ME ALL OF A SUDDEN, AND THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH FROM “WE’RE READY TO BATTLE THE FINAL VILLAIN TO THE DEATH AFTER LEARNING HOW HE USED OUR OWN CLASSMATE AGAINST US” TO “LOL BOOBIES” WAS SO SUDDEN AND UNEXPECTED THAT I DIDN’T REALLY KNOW HOW ELSE TO REACT
AND ALSO BECAUSE I PICTURED HORIKOSHI STOPPING EVERY FIVE MINUTES TO GIGGLE WHILE DRAWING THIS PAGE, AND I THOUGHT TO MYSELF ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SERIES AND HOW MUCH MENTAL ENERGY I DEVOTE TO IT AND HOW MUCH SPACE I HAVE CARVED OUT FOR IT IN MY OWN MENTAL LANDSCAPE, AND THEN IT GOES AND DOES STUFF LIKE THIS, AND I HAVE TO RECKON WITH THE FACT THAT THIS SERIES WHICH I OFTEN REGARD AS ONE OF THE GREATEST SHOUNEN MANGA OF ALL TIME, IS ALSO SOMETIMES JUST INCREDIBLY FUCKING STUPID, TO THE POINT WHERE I HAVE TO WONDER IF IT REALLY IS ALL THAT IT’S CRACKED UP TO BE IN MY HEAD, OR IF I ACTUALLY JUST HAVE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME LOL
anyways so there we are. one more chapter to go in 2021 (for us rogues who don’t wait for the official releases and should thus get the next chapter two weeks from now on the 31st), and then it’s on to the new year, possibly the last year that this series will ever run. what a crazy fucking ride it’s been lol
#bnha 338#aoyama yuuga#midoriya izuku#kaminari denki#iida tenya#aizawa shouta#class 1-a#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#I actually have no idea how fandom reacted to the last page yet lol#I'm just happy I got this post up before 1am#next day eta: guess whose spell check decided to stop working on words written in all caps!!#til what enhanced spell check is#anyways though now everyone knows my shameful secret#I cannot for the life of me spell the word 'occasion'
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House of Hope/Chapter 2/driver’s license
Pairing: OT7 x Reader, OT7 x OT7
Details: hybrid!bts, a/b/o dynamics, asexual!reader
Summary: You, Jin, and Jungkook go to the DMV and then for snacks.
Warnings: The recognizable names and personalities do not reflect their real life counterparts. prejudice, anxiety,
edit 8/18/21: i added a paragraph cause i can’t stop fiddling lol
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The next day, you, Jin, and Jungkook went to the DMV. Jin and Jungkook sat with you while you waited to speak to the officials, waited outside in the hall when you took your written exam, and even came in the car with you when you took your practical test.
Normally, it would have made you extra nervous to have extra strangers in the car, but something about their presence was calming. Your mind tended to jump to extremes. When you imagined crashing the car and killing everyone, you imagined Jin’s reaction. Something about his attitude and his relationship with the younger hybrid at the very least suggested that he would be able to save the two of them. Killing two less people in your imagination made you feel a little better.
That said, you knew extremes were less likely a probability.
The higher probability was this—the hybrids needed someone to chaperone them around. While hybrids were allowed to drive, this required special licenses, and, in all cases except for emergencies, the presence of a responsible human in the car.
While you waited for you results, you accompanied Jin and Jungkook on their tests.
The special licenses seemed horribly expensive and they needed to be frequently renewed, which seemed very unfair. Still, you were relieved Soonyoung had agreed to pay for it because Jungkook seemed so excited to be able to receive his.
His bright smile made you feel warm inside. You found yourself complimenting him and asking if he wanted a treat to celebrate.
Jungkook froze, his eyes wide.
“I’m sorry.” You ducked your head. “It’s just… you looked so proud of yourself, it made me want to spoil you.”
“I—I see,” Jungkook said nervously. You chewed at your lip.
“There’s a bakery around here that’s really good. I noticed you liked the bread I got there, and I like their stuff a lot too, so if you want to go there together, we could both get something?” You suggested. Jungkook nodded.
“Yes, that sounds… um, thank you, [F/N]-ssi.”
You looked up at Jin. He nodded.
*
“Something wrong?” You wondered, glancing at Jungkook’s furrowed brow as you drove to the bakery.
“Nothing,” Jungkook said quietly.
“…Are you sure? If it’s anything I could help with, I’d be happy to.”
“It’s just… I was thinking, if you were offering to buy me something, maybe I should ask for something more useful than food?”
“Isn’t food useful?” Jin thought.
“I would agree,” you said. “But, I guess, if you wanted something longer lasting… hmmm…” You tilted your head. “I don’t know, what kinds of things do you like to do, Jungkook-ssi?”
“Oh.” Jungkook squirmed in his seat. “That’s not… I don’t need anything.”
“He could use a new sketchbook,” Jin put in. Jungkook’s head whipped around.
“Hyung!”
Jin shrugged. “Just saying.”
Jungkook frowned.
“Sketchbook.” You nodded. “Got it. Do you want something to draw with as well? What medium do you usually use?”
“I don’t…” Jungkook’s brow furrowed again.
“He’s always wanted to try water colors,” Jin said. Jungkook glared at him.
“So, a paint set and some water color paper,” you thought aloud. “Maybe I’ll get myself a new sketchbook as well, since Soonyoung is paying for it. She’s always saying she likes buying me things—in that case I’ll splurge on single day shipping.”
“You draw too?” Jungkook asked quietly. You nodded.
“We’re still going to the bakery, though,” you added. “Cause I want a scone. And if you two happen to get something as well, well, that won’t be the worst thing, right?”
“Definitely not,” Jin said, grinning.
*
The bakery was popular. You tried to ignore the crowd by focusing on the two men with you. You held your arm up to stop Jungkook from walking into a sprinting child, and glared at a man who bumped into Jin without apologizing.
Jungkook sniffed the air, and you suddenly remembered Namjoon saying they could smell your anxiety. When you stepped into line, his long ears stood upright as he placed himself in-between you and the person in front of you. Jin stepped up a little closer behind you.
“What’s wrong, Mistress?” He asked quietly. “What are you afraid of?”
“Sorry. I just… I get nervous in crowds, sometimes.”
Jin frowned. “You should have told us. We could have waited for the food while you stayed outside.”
You grimaced. “Avoidance only makes these things worse most of the time.”
Jin made an uncertain noise.
“How can we help?” Jungkook asked, concern evident in his voice.
“You… you’re already helping,” you told him, smiling weakly. “Thank you for noticing I wasn’t feeling… that I wasn’t feeling well, and sticking by my side, I appreciate it.”
Jungkook’s chest puffed out. Jin looked back and forth between you and smiled slightly.
*
At the counter, Jungkook picked only one small pastry. Having seen hints of his eating habits, you wondered if he was holding himself back.
“Sometimes, I have trouble choosing also,” you said. “Um, but, Soonie has given us a rather large budget, so, as long as the necessities are taken care of, and nothing goes to waste, you should use the money on what makes you happy.”
“If—If you’re sure,” Jungkook said. He glanced at Jin. Jin studied you for a moment and then gave him a nod.
Jungkook left the bakery, grinning with a large bag of pastries in each arm.
“He could very well eat both bags himself,” Jin told you. “We’ll have to keep an eye on him.”
“Right.” You nodded seriously. Jin laughed.
*
As you walked back through the parking lot towards the car, you noticed Jin tensing. You followed his gaze and frowned at the middle aged woman walking a stiff hybrid on a leash.
“I thought leashes weren’t required anymore,” you said quietly, recalling an article Namjoon had read you about that court ruling.
“They’re not,” Jin answered you in a whisper. Jungkook’s ears twitched.
The woman looked over at them and then strode over, practically dragging her poor hybrid.
“What a pretty bunny rabbit!” The woman cooed. Both you and Jin stepped in front of Jungkook. The woman’s eyes flickered over Jin, causing his tail to puff up slightly. “And a decent kitten, I see, as well…” She turned to you. “Are they yours, child, or are you the caregiver?”
Jin looked around nervously.
“They are my hybrids,” you said, surprised your voice had come out steady. You looked the woman in the eye.
“Really?” She sneered. “Good for you, I suppose... how much?” Jin reached back, clutching at Jungkook’s arm.
You frowned. “Excuse me?”
“How much to buy them off of you? I assure you, I could put them to much better use than you ever could. Particularly the rabbit...” She licked her lips. Jungkook brushed against your back. You could feel him shaking. “I’ve been wanting one for a while.”
“They are not for sale,” you said immediately.
“Come on…” The woman smiled tightly. “Just name your price.”
“There is nothing you could pay that would make that happen!” You snapped. The woman’s eyes widened. She raised her hand. Before you could move, Jungkook had already grabbed her wrist. One of the bags of pastries lay spilled at your feet.
“You won’t touch my [F/N]!” Jungkook chirped. The woman struggled against his impressive strength. Her hybrid eyed them nervously.
“Jungkook-ssi,” you said gently. You laid your hand on his arm. He shivered slightly, and you pulled back. Jungkook closed his eyes, whining. “Thank you for protecting me. Let’s go home now.”
Jungkook reluctantly let go of the woman, who rubbed her wrist, glaring at them. Jin took his hand, pulling him forward, giving you a fervent look. You quickly got into the car and started the drive back to the House of Hope.
“I’m sorry about the pastries,” Jungkook said quietly. You blinked. That was his first thought? You laughed. Jungkook and Jin stared at you.
You shook your head.
“You don’t need to apologize, Jungkook-ssi. You didn’t do anything wrong. I'm more concerned about you than the pastries.”
"Oh. Well... I'm alright."
"...Okay, then."
The three of you were silent for the rest of the drive back.
*
When you got out of the car, Jin and Jungkook walked close on either side of you, like they were your bodyguards. Jin had his hand hovering near your lower back, but not quite touching. You walked into the house, immediately greeted by Hoseok.
“Hello!” He sniffed, his smile fading. He tilted his head. “What happened?”
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his ears standing up.
“Why don’t we sit in the living room and have a snack?” Jin suggested. “I’ll grab some plates.” He walked towards the kitchen.
The three of you walked into the living room.
Yoongi appeared to be sleeping in the armchair. Jimin and Taehyung were cuddled up on the couch again. Namjoon was pacing. He looked up quickly when you entered the room, staring at you.
“We, um, bought pastries,” you said. “If anyone’s hungry…”
“Can’t I have one, Kookie?” Hoseok said, pulling the younger man into a hug and rubbing their faces together.
Jungkook grunted. “Aish, hyung, you’re too much! I want to eat my pastries in peace!”
You noticed as Hoseok rubbed against him, Jungkook’s jaw and ears relaxed. Hoseok let go, nodding to himself.
“I got plates!” Jin announced, entering the room. Jungkook grabbed a plate and bounded over to the coffee table, spilling the pastries out on onto it. “Ah, Kookie, don’t eat them all!”
“I won’t!” Jungkook said. “Noona, yours was the chocolate orange scone, right?” You nodded, smiling at the honorific. Hoseok raised an eyebrow. He looked at Jin, who shrugged. “Will you sit next to me and eat with me, [F/N]-noona?” Jimin made a noise of surprise. You sat down next to Jungkook. Hoseok went and sat on his other side.
“Can I have one of those?” He asked Jungkook. Jungkook frowned.
“You said you would share, Jungkook-ssi,” you reminded him.
Jungkook pouted. “Do I have to?”
“You don’t have to, but I wouldn’t want you getting a stomach ache,” you said.
He sighed. “Okay, okay. Take one, Hoseokie-hyung, before I change my mind.”
*
You asked Jin if he wanted to cook dinner with you again, smiling when he blushed and said yes.
After dinner, Hoseok invited you and Namjoon to watch the Bangtan boys’ favorite reality show with them. You chewed at your lip. Hoseok stared at you.
“You—you don’t have to if you don’t want to, [F/N]-ssi!” Jimin added quickly.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you said. “I was just thinking of doing some studying.”
“Studying?” Jin repeated. “Are you in school, [F/N]-ssi?”
You shook your head. “My understanding of written Korean is even weaker than my understanding of the spoken language, so I need to practice,” you explained. “Namjoon-ssi very kindly gave me some workbooks.” Namjoon puffed out his chest. His tail wagged as he looked at you with flushed cheeks.
“Ah, you could... speak to me more casually, if you want to... [F/N]-yah.”
“Okay, Namjoon-ah,” you said. He looked up and you smiled at each other. You looked around at the others. “Would you mind if I read in here while you guys watch?”
“Not at all!” Jimin said.
You came back with one of your workbooks.
“Those are for hybrid literacy training,” Yoongi noted. “You aren’t offended Namjoon-ssi gave them to you?”
You tilted your head, blinking at him.
“Why would I be? The workbooks are straightforward, and Namjoon-ah even checks my work for me.”
Yoongi shook his head. “Straightforward… unlike you,” he muttered.
“Sorry?” You said, wondering if you’d heard him wrong.
“It’s nothing,” he hissed.
*
You carefully filled out worksheets, occasionally glancing up at the TV, or looking around at the others. You watched in confusion as Jimin squeezed out from a cuddle pile with Taheyung and Jungkook, and went to sit on top of Jin instead. Yoongi, who was sitting on the armchair with Jin, huffed, but shuffled over to give him more room.
Jin rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder.
“Hello Kitty.”
You covered your mouth, trying to hold back your laughter as Jimin groaned.
“I thought I told you never to say that again, Seokjin-hyung.”
Yoongi laughed. “Hyung, if looks could kill, Jiminie would’ve…” He trailed off, suddenly staring at you. Jimin and Jin turned to look at you as well.
“Don’t tell me you actually find Jin-hyung’s jokes amusing, [F/N]-ssi?” Jimin asked incredulously.
“Sorry,” you said, still holding your hand in front of your mouth. “I have a weakness for puns.” Jin laughed.
“Thank you, [F/N]-ssi. That makes my day, really.”
“Um… I wouldn’t mind you calling me more casually,” you said hopefully.
Jin hummed. “I don’t think I’m ready for that,” he said after a moment. “But I will try my best, if you’ll be patient with me.”
“Of course.” You dipped your head. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Sometimes, uncomfortable can be a good thing,” Hoseok said, turning his head to look at you. You frowned as he wiggled his eyebrows.
*
When everyone started to head to bed, Jin paused in the doorway.
“[F/N]-ssi?” He called out quietly.
“Hmmm?”
“I’m sorry it’s so last minute, but… is it too late for me to go to the cooking class this week?”
You smiled. “I don’t think so. I looked at the description in Minho-ssi’s binder, and it looks like they take walk-ins. Ah, but maybe we should wake up early tomorrow?”
Jin nodded. “I can do that.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
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The Scientist
(Hange (Hanji) can rearrange by guts tbh :P Lol, anyways, this is a Yandere Hanji x Female Reader story! It takes place in current time tho (same universe as Yelena). Also, idgaf how tall the creator says Hanji is. In this fic, even the tall girlies get to be shorter than Hanji.
TW: kidnapping!, !drugging!, unwanted advances, stalking!, etc!
Please proceed with caution! Also, I’m sorry if you can tell that this was in my drafts for a hot min. I started to write this when I first started this blog, and I just finished/revised it lol. )
“Hey, (Nickname!” Hearing the loud shout of a certain brunet, you jump about a foot in the air. As usual, Hanji decides to surprise you whilst you’re in the middle of something.
Pulling away from the microscope you’re currently looking at, you put on a strained smile, “Yes?”
Their one eye sparkles in a hopeful fashion from behind their glasses, one of her their fiddling with their eyepatch, “Sooo,” They draw out the o, seemingly trying to disarm you, “Are you free this weekend? There’s this suuuuper cool bar that’s just opening, and me and the others are thinking about going! It’s totally not a date or anything,” They pause to let out a loud laugh, “I think it’ll be fun! What D'ya say?”
Forcing out a chuckle, you shake your head, “Ah, I’m sorry, Hanji, but I’m busy this weekend. I have a lot of samples I need to process for that upcoming court case,” You chew your bottom lip nervously, “I’m sorry. I hope you and the others have a good time, though!”
A new voice is heard, butting into your conversation, “I can do those! I’ve been needing more hours, anyways,” Whipping your head in the direction of the voice, you silently curse. Fuck Armin for being so helpful!
Hanji beams even brighter than before, clapping their hands together happily, “See! Armin can do that for you!” They lean in closer to you, their lab coat brushing against yours, “Come on, (Nickname), I’d be reaaaaally happy if you go!”
An uneasy feeling pools in your gut, as an anxious sweat begins to bead at your brow, “I-uhm-I suppose I can go for an hour or two.”
“Great!” They grab your hands in theirs, squeezing them in a friendly manner, “The bar is called ‘Titan’s Wrath,’ and we’re meeting at eight on Saturday!” Releasing you, they pat you on the back, “See you later!” They run off, most likely back to the dry lab.
After a moment of silence, you slowly turn towards the short haired blond man, “Armin, I’m going to kill you.”
He blanches at your blunt tone, flushing a bright red, “Wha-what?”
You grit your teeth, tears starting to bead your eyes in frustration, “They’re the person I was telling you about! Hanji constantly harasses me, and you practically just tossed me into their arms! Why would you do that?”
A look of pure terror and remorse appears of his face, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t realise that they were the person-oh my God, I’m so stupid. I-I really didn’t know! I’m so, so sorry!” You let out a quivering breath, hands clenched into fists to calm you down.
“It-it’s alright. I never really told you who they were. Just never do that again, okay? If you need more hours, just tell me, and I’ll see what I can do,” The younger man sighs in relief, shoulders deflating.
“I promise to never do that again!” You nod, blinking away your unshed tears, and smile at him.
“Okay, then we don’t have any problems,” You laugh lightly, shaking your head, “Who would’ve thought our newest intern was the dry lab’s wing man?” He panics again, making you cackle good-naturedly, “Now, can you please grab the dilluter? I forgot to grab it from the fridge.”
-
Hanji, being the ever cheerful person that they are, set their sights on you the moment you were hired.
But, if they came out with their feelings immediately, you’d just assume that they wanted to take advantage of you.
So, they watched you. Writing down your likes and dislikes, your quirks, everything. Through their ‘research,’ they came to realise that you’re very good at your job. The wet-lab should be lucky that they have you… but they never give you the recognition you deserve!
They bombard you with assignments, become upset when you don’t finish them in seconds (which is so unreasonable!), and hardly give you any time off!
You don’t seem to mind, being the good girl you are, but Hanji sure does!
So, they’d seek out the top graduates from the college nearby, and help them become employed at the lab. The newbies really helped get the load off of your shoulders, and once done, they decided to swoop in now that you had a decent amount of free time.
It started at the vending machine- they’d asked you if you wanted to get coffee with them sometime. You said no, probably because you felt it wasn’t professional. After all, rumours would spread like wildfire if you went out with the lead lab tech of the dry lab!
So, everytime they knew you had a weekend off, they’d approach you with new places to try.
Be it a movie, a store, a concert- it didn’t matter. They just desperately wanted to have some time with you!
But, you reacted the complete opposite of how you were supposed to.
You’d pick up as many shifts as possible, most times going into over time, just to avoid the flamboyant lead. Whenever you saw them in the hall or by the break room, you’d turn in the complete opposite direction. If wet-lab needed to correspond with the dry-lab, you’d send your most qualified coworker to do so.
It was saddening, to be honest. They love you so much, yet you refuse to even face them.
But, thanks to that Armin kid, their plans can finally bloom into fruition. For once, you can’t escape the brunet’s advances!
Because of that, Hanji made a note to the owner of the lab that Armin would make a good contribution to the lab after he gets all of his qualifications.
-
Saturday night comes far too soon.
Dressed in black skinny jeans and a cropped, white long sleeve, you stand in front of ‘Titans Wrath.’ Scoffing at how the bar sounds like a metal band, you make your way inside.
Grabbing the door handle, you yank it open, immediately hearing loud rock music. Mentally patting yourself on the back for your observation, you step inside of the cool building.
Looking inside, you see a large, double sided bar in the middle of the room, a stage and standing area just behind it. There are a few pool tables in the front area where you’re standing, along with double doors leading to a hidden kitchen.
There’s also a lot of people inside. You can’t see Hanji or their friends, but seeing a band setting up on the stage tells you that they’re probably on the other side of the bar.
Walking over to the steps leading down into the stage area, you try to ignore the leers of a few men around you. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn clothes that accentuate your beautiful figure. Peering around the corner, you see the scientist and their friends, an empty seat in between them and a large blond man, that you vaguely recall being the police chief of your city.
Strolling towards them halfheartedly, you give yourself a small peptalk inside of your mind. Sure, Hanji has always been touchy-feely with you, sure, they’ve asked you out about one hundred times, sure, you run into them every time you leave the house, sure-
“(Nickname)! You actually came!” The brunet’s voice is loud, loud enough to cut through the loud music and equally loud chatter. Forcing a smile onto your face, you give a small wave, suddenly uncomfortable with the line of strangers at the bar suddenly looking at you.
“Yes, hello, Hanji,” When you’re close enough, you’re thrown into a tight embrace, their body practically molding into your own. They’re about a head taller than you, making it so your head is practically forced against their protruding collarbones. Hesitating slightly, you give them a soft pat on the back, trying to escape their suffocating embrace.
“I’m so glad you came!” They release you just as suddenly as they grabbed you, putting a hand on the small of your back, and practically forcing you in between the blond man and themself, “(Nickname), this is Erwin. Erwin, this is (First Name).”
His blue eyes rake over your appearance, recognition appearing on his face, “It’s nice to see you again, Ms. (Last Name), especially under better circumstances.”
You nod, thinking back on some high profile cases you met with him for, “Yes, it’s nice to see you again, Mr. Smith.”
A loud scoff is heard from beside Erwin, the head of a short, dark haired man peeks around the broad chested man, “It’s about time you brought a respectful brat,” You have to stop yourself from flinching at his harsh tone, “I am Levi,” Opening your mouth to introduce yourself, he holds up a hand, halting you, “There’s no need for introductions, Shitty-glasses has gushed about the ‘pretty wet-lab scientist’ for months now.”
“Oh, alright. It’s nice to meet you,” His lifts his whiskey on rocks in acknowledgement, before downing it with one swig.
“Likewise,” After that, he turns towards a light brown haired woman, her high pitched voice is heard from where you’re sitting.
“I’m sorry about that. The detective is very… unsociable.”
“It’s alright, Mr. Smith. He kind of reminds me of one of my interns, Annie,” You say with a small smile, before your swiveling bar stool is forced around so you’re facing Hanji.
“Sooo, you like the bar so far?” Their smile is somewhat pleading, and you can’t help but just go along with them.
“Yes, this place is, um, cool. Very interesting choice,” They clasp their hands together with a pleased expression, as they somehow move closer to you than they already are. At this point, you’re worried that they’ll fall off their stool.
“Right? Our residential emo boy found it, and we’ve been hooked ever since,” A loud ‘Shut up, Shitty-glasses,’ is heard from behind you, making the brunet laugh, “Let me order you a drink! I think there’s something that you’ll really like!”
Opening your mouth to reject, it was seemingly too late, because the brunet has already waved over a punk-ed out bartender. You didn’t really hear what the drink is called, but the man sets to work immediately.
It barely takes a minute for it to be finished, and the purple drink is suddenly in front of your motionless form. Looking up, the purple haired man winks at you, before turning his attention back to a speaking Hanji.
“Anything she orders, put it on my tab,” He nods, before walking off to service another customer.
Turning your attention back to Hanji, you try to persuade them to let you pay, “Thanks, Hanji, but it’s alright. I can pay for my own drinks-”
“Don’t worry about it; I asked you out, remember? And it’s the least I can do for harassing you for the past few months,” Startled by their uncharacteristically somber words, you nod in understanding.
“Alright. Thank you,” They nod, before motioning towards your drink.
“Try it! I’m sure you’ll like it!” Grabbing the cool glass cup, you bring it up to your lips, and take a small sip. It’s amazing. It tastes like (favourite flavour), and it goes down smooth.
“You’re right, this is delicious!” They grin brightly, clapping their hands together in glee.
“Great!” They motion towards the stage with their head, “The show’s about to start! Are you ready for a kickass night?” You laugh at their vigour, and nod.
“You bet!”
Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.
-
You spoke too soon.
It seems like you’ve drank too much, because you’re now feeling dizzy. Throughout the set, you’d ordered about five more drinks, and they seemingly hit you all at once.
Hanji, who’s been watching you since your fourth drink, feigns shock at your unstable form. That Rohypnol they grabbed from work works quite well! Now they can see why it’s the choice drug for those awful, awful people.
“Whoa there, (Nickname), it seems you’ve had too much to drink!” Hanji jokes, hands holding you steady on your bar stool. The only person from your group still at the bar is Erwin, but he knows they have it under control. As chief of police, he feels a bit of remorse, but he knows it's for the best. Hanji will take care of you, because, after all, you’re their only true obsession.
“Wha-huh? Was’ happenin?” Hanji can all but coo at how cute you are.
“Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll get you home safe,” Helping you to your boot clad feet, they send a knowing look to Erwin, who smiles in return. Wrapping an arm around your waist, they help you stumble out of the bar, and walk towards their car. Once at the passenger side, the brunet unlocks the door, and assists you inside. You flop onto their leather interior, eyes unfocused, and body movements random. Chuckling to themself, they buckle you in, not before pulling on gloves, and taking your phone, keys, and wallet off of you.
Taking these items, they empty your wallet of its cash, and chuck everything into a nearby bush. Knowing that the cameras outside the building and the buildings surrounding the place are off, they feel at ease. If anything, they feel like your knight in shining armour. If they hadn’t taken you, someone else would’ve-you’re just too cute.
Closing your door, and rounding the car, they slide into the driver’s side, before starting the car. Buckling themself in, they look at your out-of-it form, and smile.
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Being Thor and Loki's Little Sister and Dating Peter Parker Would Include...
Notes: wow I haven't written a marvel one in a long time
pls don't read too much into the timeline lol I know things overlap but just go with it (:
Warnings: none... I think ??
Word Count: 3.6k
(sorry its a bit long for a write like this but I couldn't help myself)
You managed to do a decent job at keeping your relationship under wraps from your brothers for quite some time
Of course every other member on the team knew before the two of you even begun officially dating
Peter had spent three months ranting and raving to Tony Stark about how cute he thought you were and how much he liked you
Tony insisted time and time again he should tell you but Peter’s fear of rejection was much too large for him to find the courage for that
Unbeknownst to him,
You had spilled about your crush on Peter to Wanda and Nat almost a week after living in the compound
Being the only other girls there besides Pepper, it was easy to confide in them
Day after day you would wander to Wanda’s room and lay on her bed and gush about how handsome Peter was and how kind of a heart he had
Wanda found it adorable
And Bucky, Steve and Sam had placed the pieces together after days on end of watching Peter and yourself flirt like school kids in the gym during training
Even after being frozen for years, Steve recognized the look of smitten on Peter’s face when he talked to you
Bruce on the other hand had to sit through most of the kids talks with Tony in the lab so he figured it out fast
So when the two of you finally confessed your feelings for one another and Peter asked you out, there was only one road block holding the moment back from perfection
Your brothers
You and Peter shared the news with all the other team members expect the two, possibly most important in your case, members
You’ve been close to your brothers since you were brought into this world so it wasn’t like you didn’t want to tell them
It was more or less how overprotective they could be that made you bite your tongue
And as nervous as you are, Peter is 1,000% more worried about your brother’s finding out
Like honestly can you imagine how petrified Peter would be to tell Thor and Loki you two were dating
He’d purposely walk in the opposite direction every time he saw either of the two for the first week
Couldn’t stop fumbling with his words when he spoke to either of them
Like he was terrified
It’s sort of a cliché to have protective older brothers but older brothers who were also both Gods ????
Peter felt like a deadman walking
When the day finally came that you did tell your brothers about your relationship with Peter, it was absolutely cringe worthy
Peter had been coming home to the tower after a long day at Midtown High School when he spotted you the second he stepped foot out of the elevator
His excitement had clouded his judgement as he failed to check and see if the coast was clear
“Y/n! Hey!”
He nearly tumbled over his own feet as he rushed over to you
His face was gleaming with happiness and for a brief moment you felt a smile creep to your face until you were pulled back to reality by his hand reaching out to grasp yours
Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at Peter and before you could warn him to stop, he had planted a soft kiss on your cheek
That adorable smile was glowing from his face as he reached down for your hand only to fall once you pulled your hand away
He gave you a look of confusion, clearly surprised by your lack of response
But when an awkward cough sounded from behind him, he suddenly knew why
Peter didn’t have enough time to make any sort of a move when a husky, all too familiar voice spoke up,
“Hello, man of spiders. May I ask why you just kissed our little sister?”
“Oh shit- I uh, well you see I…um...she had something on her face so I uh…”
Loki would snicker in amusement at seeing the boy squirm and prolong his torture
“So you kissed her?”
“Yeah…”
“Hm, there something you’d like to share, little one?”
It wasn’t exactly the way you were hoping to break the news to your brothers
But it was certainly one way of doing it
The rest of the night was filled with awkward tension as you and Peter had to confess the truth to your brothers, who then made you share the news with the rest of the team
Thankfully, the rest of the team pretended they were just hearing about your new relationship for the first time, seeing as no one wanted to deal with an angry Thor
Now let’s get into your relationship with Peter
Peter Parker is the most caring person in the universe
Honestly
And dating him certainly came with it’s perks
You can expect to wake up every morning with a fresh coffee and a pastry on your nightstand, courtesy of Peter
He’ll also write you a sweet little ‘good morning’ note with a sketch of spider-man hanging from a web
(( he’s actually pretty talented in the doodling department ))
Makes cute sketches of him as spiderman and you as a princess ( vv fitting)
But also draws you as a total badass saving the galaxy bc… well you are
Count on him to be the first person to greet you when the sunrises and the last person to wish you a goodnight when it falls
Gets Mr. Stark to buy you an iphone so he can teach you how to use it
Has your name as “goddess” in his phone
The first thing he does is teach you about texting so he can pay you in imessage games
Refuses to play you in battleship since you somehow have crushed him every single time
Gets slightly annoyed with the overwhelming amount of random photos you snap of him
But he knows its all new to you and finds it irritatingly adorable
Loves it when you walk home with him from school
Will also keep reminding you that you shouldn’t have walked alone all the way to Midtown High School alone
Peter often forgets that you’re Asgardian and can protect yourself just fine
But it’s so cute how protective he is
He’s very observant and notices nearly everything
Like when you’re feeling a bit homesick
He picks up on it right away and will ask Thor and/or Loki for advice
Or when you start to become bored and tired at one of Star’s parties
Peter made his way over you before you even had the chance to turn and search for him
He’d escort you back to your room and lay with you until he was positive you had fallen asleep
Kisses to the top of your head
Is the boyfriend that will take your makeup off for you if you wear any
(( and sets yours lashes on the nightstand so neatly and labels which eye they were on cause the poor boy doesn’t understand ))
Spends weeks learning how to master the intricate braids that adorn your head
It’s so cute cause he’ll sit and look up Youtube videos and try to learn how to make the different braids and is just so confused but so determined
Taking Peter to visit Asgard
“Woah- this place looks like something from Lord of the Rings! It’s awesome!”
“Lord of the Rings? I’ve never met that God.”
“Uh, no, it’s a movie from Earth. We can watch it when we go back.”
“To Midgard?”
“Midgard? No, to New York.”
Loves it when your people refer to you as “Princess Y/n”
For some reason it makes him blush
Will tell everyone back on Earth that he’s dating a princess
I could def see Peter getting annoyed and frustrated with the Asgardian men trying to flirt and win your heart
Although that’s something that already belong to Peter
And even though Peter trusts you entirely
He’s still insecure from time to time
Especially when he sees how much taller and stronger Asgardian men look in comparison to him
But he finds reassurance in the feeling of your hand in his and the gleeful smile adorning your face as you show him around your homeland
Attempting to help Peter study
Although you’re not much help to Midgardian school work
“Peter, darling, I don’t have a clue what a watergate is and I haven’t an idea how that could be scandalous.”
Maths however you excelled in
And Peter was thoroughly surprised to find you had the sequence of PI memorized to the one hundredth number- and in song form
Holding your hand 24/7
Endless cuddles on the couch
And when you’re walking around together, he does that thing where he swings your hands and back forth
Movie theater dates… at the tower b/c your brothers feel the need to be in close proximity the you guys at all times
Trying ice cream for the first time with Peter at two in the morning
One of Peter’s favorite things to do with you is take you through a walk in his world
At least three times a week Peter and you will walk around the city and find new things your Asgardian self has yet to experience
Like pizza
New York pizza to be exact
And hot chocolate
Ice skating at Rockefeller Center once the weather got cold
Loves to take you for drives in the more woodsy land of New York once fall set in and the leaves began to change
But by far his favorite thing is showing you Midgardian films and movies of all sorts
He loves that you don’t judge him for nerding out over his love for films
Not to mention you actually sit and watch Star Wars with him
(( maybe it was the whole space element but Peter was just thrilled you liked it ))
But then he shows you ‘Alien’
And it was an instant regret
It took him the rest of the night to convince you that the movie was fake
You made him sleep in your room just for reassurance
Your favorite out of the films Peter played was called ‘Toy Story’
Buzz Lightyear reminded you of Thor
In terms of TV shows
F.R.I.E.N.D.S. which quickly became your guys comfort show
Parks & Rec too
“That Andy fellow looks an awful lot like Starlord, don’t you think?”
Peter refuses to let you watch Black Mirror
After the whole incident with Alien
Black Mirror didn’t seem like a good idea
Constantly teasing from the rest of the Avengers
Tony just can’t help it
He loves tormenting the two of you
Especially when Thor and/or Loki are around
“Hey Peter, I thought I saw you go into Y/n’s room last night but I didn’t see you leave until the morning. Heard a lot of noise too- thought Y/n was getting attacked. What was that about?”
Or
“Kid, I got you those condoms you asked for. How’d you manage to run out of that last box so quick? I just bought it for you a week ago!”
“Messing with you, they’re just sugar packets- Thor put Peter down right now!”
Aunt May absolutely adores you
Always tells Peter how sweet you are and is constantly inviting you over for dinner
Lets you two have sleepovers in his room at her place
As long as the door stays open
Peter can’t stop laughing when you compliment May on her ability to make an amazing bowl of cereal
She thought it was a joke seeing as she burned dinner the night before to a crisp and laughs until she’s in tears
And you’re literally sitting there so confused, clearly not understanding the joke
Peter then takes you on a trip to a grocery store for the first time to show you a whole aisle full of cereal
It is then that you realize Aunt May didn’t hand make the fruity pebbles
She still laughs about it to this day
Befriending Ned and listening enthusiastically while he gives you a full speech on the franchise Star Wars
And his rant on how terrible Star Trek is in comparison
Is shocked when you ask questions out of genuine interest
Ned immediately takes a liking to you after that and asks Peter daily to invite you to hangout
Whenever Stark adds an upgrade to his suit, you’re the first person Peter shows it to
He shares quite literally everything with you
As do you to him
The rest of the Avengers love gossiping about you guys
Nat and Wanda have already started planning the wedding and Pepper has the perfect venue in mind, much to your brothers dismay
For some reason
Thor and Loki are always within reasonable distance, enough so they can keep an eye on you but also give some sense of privancy
Thor is def always the first one to step in
“Peter, please remove your hand from my sister’s behind.”
“Oh uh, ye-yeah… sorry, Mr.Thor.”
Loki would find Peter amusing
He loves to mess with him whenever given the chance
“Ah, Peter. Good to see you. I’m sure Y/n informed you of our task today. Very impressed that you offered yourself as the sacrifice to the aliens-”
“Wait, what? Y/n?!”
“He’s kidding, Peter.”
Everyone in the Avenger’s tower knew Peter was lactose intolerant and knew the repercussions of the boy consuming any sort of dairy
(( he physically cannot leave the bathroom for a full day ))
Yet Loki regularly will swap Peter’s specially labeled almond milk with a jug of skim milk just for the hell of it
There’s something so hilarious to him about the look of panic and alarm that smacks abruptly across Peter’s face as he quickly stumbles out of the kitchen to his room
It keeps him laughing for days
You’ll just shoot your brother a look of disapproval, clearly certain it was his doing
“Loki, why did Peter run off?”
“Not sure, darling sister, maybe he’s got one of those stomach bugs. I’ve heard Midgardians are prone to them…weak bodies and such.”
"You switched out his milk again didn’t you.”
“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re accusing me of, little one.”
Thor is a bit more hesitant on accepting your relationship with his fellow Avenger
He trusts that Peter would never harm you
Although he did not trust that you would never be harmed because of Peter
It was risky enough that both your brothers were big names in space, as well on Earth, however
Thor knew Loki and himself were capable of protecting you but Peter?
He was just a kid, in Thor’s eyes
However the one thing that kept him from telling you this was seeing how happy Peter made you
As your older brother, Thor trusted your judgement and tried his best to be accepting of his little sister dating
And as much as he wanted to deny it, he saw crystal clear the care and love Peter gave to you and he wasn’t willing to break that for you
Still
Thor is the type of brother to barge into a room and shove himself between Peter and yourself without warning
This man does not care at all
At least Loki has the decency to give you two space as a couple
Thor does not
He is constantly third wheeling on your dates and will ‘accidentally’ walk into rooms he knows you two are in claiming he forgot something
Not that he ever grabs anything,
He’ll usually just stand and stare at the two of you until you either leave the room or ask him to leave
To which he always answers,
“No.”
But with a smile
A smug smile
PDA is something he will never be okay with
Thor will yank Peter back by the collar every time he sees his lips on yours and glare at him,
“Man of spiders, I know you’re in love with my little sister but kissing her infront of me is too far.”
And Loki will physically gag just to piss you off
For the most part, your relationship with Peter is nearly perfect
It would be entirely perfect if you weren’t constantly worrying about him dying on a mission or getting hurt
But still, just like any couple, you had your moments
And when you did fight, it was typically over Peter’s safety or him not wanting you to tag along for a mission
Your common way of dealing with conflict was the silent treatment
Which is pure torture for Peter
Not only does he miss the sound of your voice
He misses having you around
Seeing your smile
Hearing you laugh from something he said
He felt terrible everytime
He’d go to Tony for advice and spend hours rambling on to him about how sorry he was for yelling at you and for adding to the fight
Tony would half listen while he worked away on a new system and suit, offering a ‘yeah’ and ‘hmm’ every few seconds which pleased Peter who thought his mentor was fully listening
And after almost two hours of his non-stop talking, Tony Stark had reached his limit
Setting his wrench down on the metal table with a thud he turned around to face the young boy
“Kid, why’re you saying all this to me and not her? I mean, I’m all ears but I’m also not Y/n. I know we’re both good looking so I can see why you mixed us up, but you should be talking to her right now.”
Similar to Peter you also had someone to confide in when the road got rocky
Loki had always been the one you shared all your secrets with
As children you were attached at the hip to both your brothers but Loki a smidgen more than Thor
Your father, Odin, had Thor at his side 24/7 growing up
While he was busy learning the ropes to ruling Asgard, Loki and yourself run amuck causing trouble left and right through the royal palace
Through the years of bonding Loki become your best friend, and you his
So when trouble struck in paradise, your older brother was the one you ran to
He’d welcome you with open arms and a questioning gaze
Loki is by far the best listener in your family
Instead of telling you what to do, he asks what you want, which is a refreshing change
After a long talk with Loki you’d search the tower high and low for Peter while ironically Peter was doing the same thing
When you did finally make-up, it felt like coming home
The apologies were so sincere and genuine
You’d end up having a sleepover in your room watching 80’s films that Peter claimed were ‘iconic’ and laying in his arms
And that’s where you felt complete
Fights never occurred often but bickering ???
DAILY
You two bickered playfully over everything under the sun
Like who’s the better superhero; Ironman or Captain American
Or
Debates between living in New York and living in Asgard
Loves to pull up Midgardian inventions and ask you to guess what it is
“Princess, what do you think this is?”
“Oh! Oh! I’ve seen this one! Tony has one in his kitchen!”
“Okay, so what is it?”
“Yes, it’s a chicken nugget maker!”
“It’s actually an air fryer but we only ever make chicken nuggets in them so I’ll give you a half point.”
Peter sneaking out of your room at the crack of dawn and sprinting to his
As much as Thor and Loki liked him and supported the relationship
He was sure they’d both team up to murder him if they caught him sleeping in your bed
Steve and Tony, who seem to be incapable of sleep, have watched him tiptoe out of your room numerous times but they only share a look of amusement then go back to their previous discussion
Playing hide-n-go-seek and tag on rainy days at the tower
Cuddling in Peter’s bed while he asks you to tell him stories about Asgard
Loves hearing about your childhood and what it’s like to grow up with siblings
Is fascinated when you tell him about Heimdall
Stealing Peter’s hoodies
Especially his Midtown High School ones
They’re insanely soft
Sweet little kisses throughout the day
He's just so sweet and gentle
Loves getting to hold you and snuggle in his bed
Most weekends you spend lounging on the couch with Peter’s head in your lap while you play with his hair
Other times you’re sitting next to Peter on his bed watching him play some video game and asking a million questions
“Who is that man, Peter?”
“That’s me, he’s the main character of the game. That’s Mario, babe.”
“You’re not Mario- you’re Peter.”
“No, the main character of this game is Mario, I’m just playing him.”
“Oh… and what is that green dinosaur creature?”
“That’s Yoshi!”
“Adorable.”
Making out between games
In terms of... y'know... sex
Neither of you were keen on rushing the process
You had tip toed on the line multiple times yet never fully crossed it
Until you had decided to make the first real move after being together for about five months
You trusted him with all your heart so it wasn't exactly scary, but rather exciting
He had a way of making you feel safe, comfortable, and loved all at once
Lets be honest, Peter nearly fainted the first time he saw you naked
And still, no matter how many times the two of you have sex,
He worships every inch of you like it was your first time all over again
You couldn't have asked for a better lover
Dating Peter means a new adventure everyday
You’re constantly learning new things about each other and from each other
Despite coming from two very different worlds
You’ve never felt more connected to a soul until Peter came along
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summary: When D.C. implements a lockdown order, you and Spencer decide to quarantine together. There’s just one problem—he’s working from home, and his coworkers don’t know about you.
pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader
category: fluff
content warnings: a few swear words, but otherwise it’s just fluff
a/n: ahh, the secret partner trope. how i love it. this is set in 2020, but with the season 5 cast! i was feeling particularly self-indulgent, so i made reader a night shift worker. this is for you, fellow night owls. stay safe out there everyone, and wear a mask!
a/n 2: i don’t actually know what a doctor or physical therapist would recommend for spencer’s knee injury. this is just going on my basic understanding of anatomy (i took a class in it this fall!) and what i've seen on grey’s anatomy lol.
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Spencer tries not to grimace as he shifts in his chair. Working from home during the lockdown had initially seemed like it came at a great time, starting just a month after his knee injury. Sure, he wasn’t thrilled about having to do almost everything digitally, but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about being mobile.
Unfortunately, that had turned out to be a downside. Tethered to his seat by headphones, he hasn’t been able to get up and stretch his leg properly, and as a result, is experiencing more pain.
It’s only 8:30, but he can already feel it flaring up. It’s been happening earlier every day, likely due to the existing irritation from the day before. Today is Thursday, and he’s miserable—he dreads to think of what tomorrow will be like.
He’s wondering if there’s some way he could get out of work tomorrow when he hears the sound of the front door being unlocked. He looks up to see you pushing the door open with your shoulder, carrying far too many grocery bags than is reasonable.
“Be careful!” he exclaims, watching as you teeter to the side a little. You just wave him off and close the door with your heel.
Working from home may not have been the positive he was expecting it to be, but you’ve more than made up for it. The two of you had decided to quarantine together, and he’s really loved having you around. Granted, you’ve only been here since Sunday, but he’s starting to think that this is going to end with him asking you to move in with him for good.
He hears a thunk as you dump all the groceries on the kitchen table. Then you’re back in the living room, taking off your mask as you walk by so you can blow him a kiss. He presses his knuckles to his mouth to hide his smile.
Usually you give him a proper cheek or forehead kiss when you get home, but the team doesn’t know about you yet. It’s not that he’s necessarily keeping you a secret, he just... likes having you to himself, and he doesn’t really want it to change just yet.
He’s also not looking forward to the pitch Garcia’s voice is going to hit when she finds out he’s been dating someone for over a year without telling her.
“Are you listening, Reid?” Hotch’s voice makes Spencer focus back in on the screen.
“Oh, y-yeah. Yeah, of course. Um, I was just thinking that this choice of rope to bind the victims is interesting.” He doles out a few facts about it, which seems to do an adequate job of convincing everyone that he’s paying attention.
They take a break when the main briefing is over—Jack needs something from Hotch and Sergio has apparently knocked something breakable off of Emily’s kitchen counter. He slides his headphones off and mutes his mic. Apparently that’s a cue you’ve been waiting for, because only a few moments later you’re placing a mug of tea on his desk.
“Green tea,” you say. “Might help reduce the inflammation in your knee.” Then you’re lifting his foot off the small stool it’s resting on and sliding another pillow under it so his leg is more elevated.
“Wh—“ he starts, but you’re already hurrying back into the kitchen. You come back with a baggie of ice wrapped in a dishtowel in your hands, which you place it gently on top of his knee.
“Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off,” you say. “Then repeat with heat instead, like your physical therapist said. I’ll get the heating pad from the bedroom.”
“Hey, wait.” Spencer snags your wrists before you can walk away again. “How’d you know it was hurting?”
“Oh, I always know,” you reply. “You should have realized that by now.”
He thinks on that as you leave to get the heating pad, sipping his tea. You do always seem to just know, whether he’s in physical pain, a bad case is bothering him, or even if he’s just in a bad mood and doesn’t know why himself.
Not a day goes by where he doesn’t feel incredibly lucky to have you in his life.
“I’m leaving it by this outlet behind you. Have you been doing your stretches?”
He bites his lip, hesitating because he knows you won’t like the answer. But he doesn’t have to say it; you can tell from his expression.
“Spencer. You know you need to be doing them.”
“I know, I do,” he insists. “I just... can’t really get up and do them with these headphones.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Okay, so take them off. Your laptop has speakers.”
“But I don’t want to disturb you,” he protests. Since you work the night shift, you sleep during the day, usually heading to bed around 11 AM. He doesn’t want the noise from the Zoom calls to keep you up. Much like the bullpen in the FBI building, the calls can get rowdy.
“You won’t,” you assure. “I’ll just shut the bedroom door.”
“I guess that works,” he relents. “But I feel weird getting up and stretching in front of everyone. Like, wouldn’t that be disruptive?”
You sigh. “Spencer, I understand it’ll make you self-conscious, but you want full mobility in your knee again, right?”
“Yeah, I do, I get it,” he says sullenly, looking down into his mug. “I need to do the stretches if I want it to heal well.”
“Hey.” You take one of his hands and squeeze it. “I’m not trying to annoy you. I just want you to get better and be in less pain. I don’t like to see you hurting.”
“You’re not annoying me. I guess I’m just... not really used to being taken care of,” he admits quietly.
“Well, I’m gonna fix that.”
The confidence in your voice makes him unable to hold back a smile. “Alright.”
You smile back. “Is there anything else I can do?”
Spencer’s about to tell you that you’ve done plenty when an idea strikes him. He tilts his head to the side. “Well, there is something.”
“Yes?”
“There’s some research—nothing too substantial, but still some—that says kisses can help relieve pain,” he says.
You laugh, but it’s not unkind. “Oh, so you want me to kiss it better?”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, glancing away shyly.
“Okay, then.” You tuck his hair behind his ear and press a kiss to his forehead. “Better?” you ask softly.
He hums. “Better.”
“Good.” You stand back up and stretch. “Well, I’ll be awake for a few more hours, so let me know if you need anything.”
“I will.”
Spencer puts his headphones back on—he wants to wait to unplug them until you go to bed to spare you from hearing anything gruesome—and looks back at the screen to find Morgan, Emily, JJ, and Garcia staring him down. Rather hesitantly, he unmutes his mic and asks, “What?”
Emily is grinning—she looks the more awake than she has all morning. “Is there anything you wanna tell us?” she asks.
“Yeah, Spence,” JJ chimes in, “any new developments in your life?”
“I don’t—” he starts, then it hits him like a truck. He remembered to mute his mic, but the camera was still on. Clearly, they all saw you kiss his forehead. He barely stops himself from hitting his head against the table; he covers his face with his hands instead and groans.
“Isn’t the whole point of all this that we stay away from other people?” Morgan asks, and Spencer doesn’t have to look up to know that Derek has a shit-eating grin on his face.
“People outside of your household,” he corrects without thinking.
“Oh my god!” Garcia shrieks and he winces, pulling the headphones off out of instinct. He’s not the only one—JJ jumps and yanks her earbuds out, and Derek lifts one side of his headphones away from his ear. Spencer hesitantly copies him, putting one half of his headphones back on.
“Jesus, Pen, you scared the shit out of Sergio,” Emily’s saying.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” she says, then turns her attention completely to Spencer. “Boy wonder. You’re living with someone and I’m just now hearing about it?”
“I mean, you never asked,” he points out.
“Well, I didn’t think I’d have to!” she huffs. “You usually tell your friends if you’re seeing someone new, let alone living with them!”
“You do, maybe. Emily and I don’t,” he says.
Emily herself shrugs. “Good point. Fair enough, Reid.”
“Besides, we’re not living together,” he continues, “We’re quarantining together.”
“Right, because that’s such a big difference,” JJ teases. He glares at her in return.
Rossi returns to his desk before Penelope can start bombarding Spencer with questions. But there’s no reprieve for him—the man takes one look around and knows something’s up. “Okay, what’s going on?” he asks.
“We just found out pretty boy has a partner,” Morgan sing-songs before Spencer can say anything.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
“And he didn’t tell any of us!” Garcia adds.
Spencer groans again and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. “This is exactly why I didn’t say anything,” he mutters.
A knocking sound draws his attention away from the call. You’re standing in the bedroom doorway, your hand resting on the doorframe. “You okay?” you ask. “I just heard you groan.”
Spencer mutes his mic again and then leans over so he’s out of the camera’s frame. “They found out,” he sighs.
“Found out what?”
“Found out about... you.”
Realization crosses your face. “They saw me kissing you better?”
“Yeah. I forgot the camera was still on,” he says sheepishly.
“Well, it was bound to happen eventually.” You make your way over to him and take the ice off his knee. “It’s been twenty minutes, by the way.”
“Thanks. So, um...” He picks up the fidget toy you bought him when he was going stir-crazy in the hospital and starts messing with it. “What do you wanna do about this?”
“Whatever you’re most comfortable with,” you reply immediately.
“Okay, good answer,” he says. “But I actually want to know how you feel about this.”
“Well, I’m fine with meeting them, even if it’s just over Zoom. But if you’d rather wait, I’m fine with that, too. Really,” you add when he raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, well.” Spencer looks back at the screen. Hotch has returned now, and even though he can’t hear anything, it’s clear they’re all waiting on him. Best to just do this now, he thinks, otherwise I’ll be hearing about it all day. “How would you feel about meeting them right now?”
You blink. “Um, okay. So long as you don’t mind me looking like I was up all night, because, you know... I was.”
“You look fine,” he reassures. “Uh, just stay put for a second. Let me ask if this is okay.”
He readjusts to sit in his chair properly. He starts to put his headphones back on, but you unplug them so you can hear what’s happening.
“You ready to continue, Reid?” Hotch asks. It’s business as usual with him—if he was told what happened earlier, Spencer can’t tell.
“Well, actually,” he starts, and nervousness bubbles up in his chest. He glances up and you give him a reassuring smile. “Actually, I was wondering if I could introduce you guys to someone first?”
Garcia squeals. “Ooh, sir, please say yes!”
“Just keep it quick,” Hotch says. He didn’t even hesitate—they totally told him.
Spencer takes a deep breath, then gestures for you to come over. You seem a little nervous as well, but you handle it well, walking around the desk and into the frame. “Oh, we should have gotten you something to sit on,” he laments when you lean over the back of his chair.
“It’s fine.” You drape your arms around his shoulders and adjust so your head is on the same level as his. It’s silent for a moment, then you say, “Well, introduce me, silly.”
“Oh!” He clears his throat, trying to ignore the heat he feels in his cheeks. “Um, this is (Y/N). My... my partner.”
The call explodes with greetings, everyone talking over each other. “Slow down, slow down,” Spencer pleads. This is all overwhelming enough—he doesn’t need any excess stimuli.
Once it settles, everyone takes their turn introducing themselves (you already know who they all are, though, as he’s told you so much about them). Then you field a few questions—what you do for work, how you met, what your favorite food is (that was Rossi—Spencer suspects that he wants to know for the first dinner party he can hold after quarantine is over).
It’s going well. Everyone seems to like you, and you’re getting by just fine. Until Garcia asks her question, that is.
“So, (Y/N), how long has boy wonder been keeping you a secret from us?”
Both of you tense. “Uh, you know what, I’ll let him answer that,” you say quickly. “It’s just about time for me to go to bed.”
“Wha—no. No, it’s not. It’s just barley past nine,” Spencer protests.
“Yeah, I’m really tired. I’m gonna try and get some extra sleep today.” You give a little wave. “It was nice meeting you all.”
“Don’t leave me,” he whispers desperately. “Not with that question.”
You feign a yawn. “Sorry, I’m just too tired.”
He watches you go back to the bedroom with a pout.
“Well?” Garcia insists when he looks back at her.
Spencer cringes and preemptively lowers his computer volume.
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part one of i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone miniseries. high school graduation is a very bad time to realize you're in love with one of your closest childhood friends.
lol just to clarify, JST means "japanese standard time". i'll also be using EST later on, meaning "eastern standard time" (aka the time zone new york is in). JST is 13 hours ahead of EST !
tings // briefly referenced alcohol consumption, v soft n loving sex :) , a lil angst // i swear this søng is abøut eating øut my best friend's pussy - cøzybøy // dm, ask or comment to be added to the taglist ! minors dni.
— AFTER-GRAD PARTY: 27TH MARCH, 2021. 22:37 JST.
daichi’s always hated obligatory picture-taking, but he doesn’t mind it so much now. maybe it’s because of the thoughts about how these are your last few months together, the questions about whether he’ll see you again after it’s over. it’s been only hours since he realized he loved you, watching you walk across the stage, dazzling smile on your face as you received your diploma. he’s got one arm around your shoulders (and the other around kōshi’s) as parents and friends stand around you guys, snapping picture after picture until he’s sure he’s about to go blind from the flash.
out of nowhere, you pull the brim of his graduation cap down over his face, and he laughs. he loves you. and it’s a terrible time to realize that, because you’ll be leaving for new york by august. he’s lucky, at least, that he won’t be headed off to college until then either; he doesn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t get to see you again before you leave.
your voice, glittery with laughter, startles him out of his thoughts: “dude, y’okay?”
“oh, ha, yeah. i’m fine.” he notices a group of your other friends waving you over, nudges you toward them with a little laugh. “hey, i think you're needed elsewhere.”
you’re like magic, making him smile as he watches you laugh with your friends, exchange hugs, take a thousand more photos.
☾𓆙𓂻
you are like magic. he doesn’t drink often, but hey, kōshi tells him, we graduated, have some fun, man, and a few beers—just enough to blur the line between want and need—in you’re drawing him to you; he literally cannot stay away. he’s going to tell you he loves you. he has to. he absolutely cannot keep it a secret. he cannot keep you a childhood friend and nothing more. he thinks he might implode if he does.
— AFTER AFTER-GRAD PARTY: 28TH MARCH, 01:12 JST.
somehow you’re in his bed, he doesn’t know how you got there, not because he’s intoxicated but because all he can focus on is you. you, as you giggle and press his shoulders back into the pillows, kneeling on his mattress and trapping him between your thighs; you, as you ghost your lips down his throat and allow him to undo the zip on the back of your dress; you, as you stand and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in heaven and the presence of a goddess.
he can’t even fathom how complete he feels when he’s inside you, your arms around his shoulders, tugging at his hair and scratching into his back. he doesn’t understand how there can possibly exist a sound as beautiful as you when you cum, whining and shivering and clinging even tighter to him. he loves the way you say his name, soft, breathless whispers of daichi, daichi, fuuuck, loves the way your lips part when you do, soft and pink as he brings them back to his own.
— 07:43 JST.
was it all a dream? it must have been; there’s no one else in his bed. but there are cumstains on the sheets which prove otherwise. he’s almost afraid to text you.
— 16:31 JST.
☾𓆙𓂻
he arrives to pick you up a couple minutes early, sending you a simple I’m here text and leaning against the hood of his car as he stands outside and waits for you. when you step out the door, his breath catches. the smile you meet him with is mesmerizing.
☾𓆙𓂻
“so… what now?” you ask him over half-finished bowls of udon. after nearly an hour of avoiding it, it’s probably best to address what the two of you came here for in the first place.
daichi sighs, trying to balance rationality with the fact that he’s definitely in love with you. he realizes he still hasn’t asked you what your feelings are, and although he’s almost scared to know, he counters with a question of his own. “what do you want to do?”
“i dunno, what do you think—“
“no,” he says. “forget about what we should do, for now. i wanna know what you want first.”
his eyes don’t leave you as you avert your own, staring down into your soba and thinking. your cheeks flush and he swears he can feel his pulse speed up. when you look back up at him, your expression is soft and almost sad.
“i kinda want this,” you say, and suddenly everything stops except you. “i do want this.”
“okay…” he nods, urging you on vaguely aware of where this is going.
“but. new york. columbia. i already accepted their offer. and, i don’t know…”
“hm?” his tone is gentle.
“i don’t… i don’t think i could do long distance.” you pause to try and collect your thoughts; he waits for you to continue. “i don’t think that would be a good idea. because i don’t even know how often i’m gonna get to come back home. and, um, i don’t know—i mean, like, if we were actually together—i don’t think i’d be able to just not see you, you know?”
you’re right, he knows you’re right. he tells you this.
“but i do really want this,” you say quietly.
“me too.”
“so what do i do?”
“tell me your plans after college again.”
you shrug. “get my master’s, i guess? get a job in sendai or something?”
“okay,” he says. “okay. i’ll wait.”
“what?”
“i’ll wait,” he repeats simply. “i mean, if you’re okay with it, too.”
“what do you mean, you’ll wait?”
“we can, like, just keep things the way they've always been until we can make it work? until we’re both done undergrad, at least.” he stops, realizing he might be going too far too fast. “sorry.” and then quieter, almost shyly, he asks, “i— uh, sorry, i— how much do you want this?”
you shake your head at him, and there’s a tiny smile playing on your lips. “i’ll wait.”
— PRE-DEPARTURE: 20TH AUGUST, 2021. 18:32 JST.
somehow he’s managed to convince your parents to let him drive you to the airport separately tomorrow morning. they probably assume there’s something going on between the two of you already; you hadn’t hung out nearly this much since elementary school, when they’d still been the ones arranging your play dates. no one really minds, though; your families were always close and anyway, it really is just a matter of time.
he’s just finished dinner with your family when he nudges his knee against yours under the table. “spend the night at mine?” he says quietly, although he knows your parents will still hear. it’s fine; they love him. he watches you look to them in question, half surprised when your mother nods and allows you to go.
☾𓆙𓂻
on the walk back to his—just a few streets down, actually, he catches you thinking out loud. “is this a good idea?”
“is what?”
“you know... to, like, stay over. at yours.”
he laughs. “we won’t do anything, promise. friends for now, remember?”
“okay.”
— 23:32 JST.
you’ve fallen asleep next to him, in his bed, midway through the second movie of the night. he notices almost immediately, shuts his laptop and turns out the light. he pulls you into his chest, arms firmly around you. just this night. just for one night, he doesn’t have to let go.
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