#this is not a bit btw i just saw she unmatched me

[blondeforyou]

gal on bumble asked me what my favorite Dragon Age game was, and unmatched me after I said it was Inquisition

#god it’s brutal out here #dragon age #snel thots #this is not a bit btw i just saw she unmatched me

[jounosparticles]

this au reminds me a post about ranpo and jouno's similarity,they're both observant,blunt,smug...

jouno's talk with knkd reminds me the first crime we saw ranpo solve(btw ranpo looks so fine in that episode,he's very dramatic too lol)

Aside from Jouno would definately annoyed by Ranpo.What do you think their dynamic be like?

my souheki heart wanna see Ranpo n Dazai gang on him because he was mean to knkd/j.(big bro ranpo have a special place in my heart

i think Teruko will stay in the military but still secretly hangs out with Tachi?She have strong sense of justice after all.

i agree Kenji's not a good example to learn about moral grayness,that kid's moral is a bit fucked up actually.i fully believe if he was recruited in pm instead of ada he would have no problam killing ppl.

His whole thing is about protecting ppl he loves.His moral is based on ppl who he cares.Yes he sees best in ppl,but it's more like he doesnt care what they did.HE GENUINETLY DGAF ABOUT THEIR PAST CRIMES.For example,he admires chuuya who's still a mafioso,he didnt have any big reaction when hearing ranpo once let 68 ppl die.He's kind and sweet and caring,but he ignores serious problems too.

that first post was an interesting read! i can see what they’re saying. my only disagreement with it would be that jouno does partially hide who he is. chapters 92/93 display that jouno’s tendency to say he enjoys hurting people under his legal ability to is partially an intimidation tactic.

sure he likes to say it to torment people (and he does like harming criminals), he doesn’t like hurting the innocent and only wants to punish criminals despite claiming otherwise. "saving innocent people is a joy that is unmatched" is what he said to fukuchi right after telling aya that he doesn’t care if the ada is innocent or guilty and that he just wants to harm them under the rule of law. he also told fukuchi moments prior to the reveal that he would consider switching to the other side had the hunting dogs lost (which clearly was a lie considering he betrayed fukuchi lol).

however that post was made in 2020 which i believe was before those chapters released(?) so obviously they wouldn’t know that yet.

other than that i’d agree. jouno and ranpo both act like themselves a lot. although jouno does seem to hide his true intent sometimes his personality seems to be pretty loud and true.

as for the jouno and ranpo dynamic, oh i feel like they’d annoy each other. jouno could try to threaten ranpo and ranpo would tell him that he knows there’s no chance he will be harmed and then jouno will get pissed. it would be funny. working together on something would be neat too though, since both characters are rather smart.

for teruko, i hope her and tachi stay friends. i assume tachi will need to be a hunting dog from now on anyway, since the surgeries kind of keep him there.

that’s an interesting take on kenji. i feel like he wouldn’t want to kill people in general though and tries to find the good in everybody. he has shown that before but if he had been in the mafia he would be a deadly force. that’s for sure.

i feel he is too accepting of people to handle the mafia. he seems very forgiving lol. i could see him bringing back an enemy to the mafia fully reforming him and they’re friends haha

#asks

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well💖

I would like to request a Oneshot of Cove Holden (Our Life) with a fem!MC where they’re in school on Step 2, and get teased because they obviously like each other but won’t say anything, and they’re all flustered, and you choose the ending ! 💖💕💖💕💖💕

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Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Character(s): Cove

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Description: Pinning gone horribly right

Warning(s): Female Reader, Reader is MC, Takes Place in Step 2, Classmates Being Intrusive, 1202 Words

Hello!! I am doing well, I hope you are too <3

Thank you for requesting for Our Life btw! My smile when I saw it was something else I'll have you know- I got so happy xjdbl

Also, I'm sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy \^°^/

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Twas the little things. The curt glances when the other wasn't looking and finding ways to be with one another despite it all. Rambling about each other to the people closest to you both.. the list goes on and on. Many caught on quickly- Lee, your moms, and even Derek.

"So-" I held my breath, "When are you and Cove gonna start dating?" Lee huffed out a couple giggles at my silence, "It's obvious that he likes you too, you know!" Exhaling a little too dramatically, I slap a hand to my warming cheek, "But that doesn't mean he does!" She groaned, "He literally climbs through your window, (Y/n)!" Maybe she had a point- who would climb into someone's window if they didn't like them? "Are you going to ask him out first or wait for him?" Lee, always the more excitable of us, asked a few questions at a time with unmatched fervor, "How will you ask him out though? It'd be so cute if you brought him somewhere important to you guys!" My heart lurched in my chest at the thought. There was no way I could- what if it ruined our friendship?

"Geez, stop going in your head. You'll make yourself feel worse!" I knew she had offered me a soft smile despite being on the other side of the phone, "You don't have to confess, (Y/n). I'm sure he'll do it himself eventually."

"I can't just confess, mom!" Cove knew his hair was stuck up in a few places from how much he messed with it. Running his fingers through the foamy strands, combing, and tugging at them. His throat was tight, voice squeaky as he waves his free hand, "We- We're just friends, anyways. I mean, what if I mess it up?" Listening through the phone, he could tell his mom was shaking her head. "Take a deep breath, baby." Her voice was like a cloud and it reminded him of home. "You can take your time, okay?" He knew he could deep down, but that didn't stop his mind from going into overdrive. "But.. what if.. what if she's gone by then? Mom, I don't want to wait-" His mom hushed him gently, "It's okay." There was a few seconds of quiet before he heard her take a deep breath, "You don't have to wait, but don't force yourself if you're not ready, alrighty?" Clenching his shorts within his hand, he releases a breath - along with the rest of the tension in his body. "..okay.. okay, thanks, mom." She hummed cheerily, "Anything for my baby."

After having such a talk with Lee, it only kept Cove on my mind. In the margins of my school papers I'd find little doodles of things that reminded me of him; hearts, surfboards, and seashells. I found myself drawing that little orange one from when we were younger a bit too much. The look on his face when he discovered it in my box of treasures was so cute, I could feel my chest ache just remembering how amazed he sounded. It honestly wasn't fair how much he made me feel. Although I definitely don't mind, it feels like I'm laying in a pile of fluffy pillows. Warm and suffocating in the best way.

"Hey." Glancing up from the page, I see the certain boy that had captured my heart and mind, "Cove- uh, hi." Nervous, I pull the thin sheet closer to myself. His shoulders shook with a laugh that bubbled in his chest and his eyes were overflowing with affection, "I finished early, how far-" One of our classmates groaned, tossing his head back in feigned disgust, "Ugh, just say you like each other already." Their face dissolved into a wide grin when Cove froze. He looked as stiff as his board. "Of.. of course I like him, he's my best fr-" Getting cut off was irritating, but I think I was too lightheaded to feel it. "More like boyfriend!" It was someone else who spoke, a girl, but I couldn't lift my wide eyes from my hands. "C'mon, (Y/n), you literally talk about him whenever you can!" Huffing, I frown and squeeze the paper in my hands, "So what if I do?" Cove seemed like he was about to fall over at my words, his face was like every shade of red. The few who started it backed off with giggles and knowing looks, getting exactly what they wanted. I knew I didn't hide it well when Cove wasn't around, but who wouldn't talk about him and his pretty hair and cute smile and dorky habits?

It was after school when we talked again. I think we were too nervous to speak to one another, either that or too embarrassed. Waiting for my mom together was normal, sometimes his dad would pick us up if he wasn't at the shop, but now it felt foreign. Awkwardness was eating away at us. That in itself was strange, having always been at ease with each other.

"..um, about what happened in class earlier-" Sighing, I shake my head, "Just forget about it." I could imagine the frown on his face. "What I said, I mean.. you can just ignore it." There was a sharp in take of breath before I felt his hands on my shoulders. They were warm, possibly sweating from his nerves. "I don't want to!" Everything caught in his throat, coming out as a small squeak but evening out into an exhaled breath. He looked panicked as he spoke, fumbling over a few words at a time, "I- I don't want to forget what you said, I won't- I want to hear it." Taking a deep breath, he met my eyes, "All of it."

He.. wanted to hear all of it? Did he mean that.. "..how I feel?" The grip he had on me tightened, the cloth bunching against the palm of his hands. "I-" Pressing my lips together, I swipe my tongue across them, "Well, I.. I, um.." I turned my head the other way, "..like you. Like, like like you." A few seconds of waiting turned into a minute, and then three. At least it felt so with how dense the air became. "(Y/n)-" I feared the worst when he coughed out a laugh, but when I found myself being brought forward and tucked against him I thought I stopped breathing. "I like you too, for a while I-" His relief came out as sob-like chuckles. "You.. you like me too..?" It felt impossible... and stupid. "Y-You're telling me if I said something earlier we would've been together!?" All this time, every moment, I could have with him from here onward could've happened earlier - it made me shake in disbelief. But maybe it was my laughter. How ridiculous we must've been, dancing around each other in fear when we were both equally longing to be together. "Gosh, I- Cove, we're so dumb!" I watched how his lips quivered when I held his face in my hands.

"Hey, now! None of my kiddos are dumb!" Stumbling away from each other, we both let out various panicked noises. "Mom!"

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[the-broken-truth]

Hi, it's the same anon who requested for the whole reader with the bow thing and I have only ONE thing to say: Perfection 🤩🤩 It was AWESOME and OMG, I can't stop gushing about it. Sorry 😅 But if it's not too much, do you mind making a part 2? You can conclude it if you want in part 2. I'm curious to know how she's going to react to when she finally gets kidnapped. Oh, you can make it like she's deathly scared of injections like me lol, I have a HUGE fear of them. So, like she's fighting some assassins and suddenly Damian pulls a sneaky move and sneaks up on her and pierces a needle into her skin and BOOM! She gets kidnapped. Btw, reader/ Alexa's inspiration to being single comes from the maiden Greek goddess of hunting Artemis. She's my inspiration too and she needs no man to take care of her :) Sorry for my rambling TvT And hope you have a nice day thank you <3

Broken Truth (Tail waves): So, Alexa shall have Trypanophobia - an extreme fear of medical procedures involving injections or hypodermic needles; I think I can make those words dance. I'm glad to know you liked it and Artemis is actually my favorite Greek Goddess.

Athena (Somewhere Else): WHAT DID YOU SAY?!

Broken Truth (Shivering): NOTHING! LET THE WORDS WEAVE TOGETHER BEFORE I'M DONE FOR!!!

[Unknown Location]

[Alexa groaned as the aching in her head began to fade a bit before she opened her eyes - a white fog was all she saw; blinking a few times removed it and made her sight clear again and she took in the unfamiliar environment around her. She was in a brick room & from the light that came from the barred window - it was still daytime. The door that was across from her was black metal and - from the sliding viewer in the door - she could tell she was in a cell of some kind; a prisoner's cell? She wasn't sure. When feeling got back to the rest of her body, she looked around to see she was cuffed to some kind of metal wheel, her wrists & ankles secured over her head and spread apart so that they wouldn't touch each other.]

Broken Truth: For reference - Think of the contraption Heteric had Bruce secured in they captured him & Damian in Batman: Bad Blood.

Alexa (Looks at the contraption that held her - at the computer that as hooked up to it and the wire's connected to the machine, connected to her) (Thinking): 'What is this? How did I get here? Where even is here?'

[The girl knew panicking would get her nowhere so she closed her eyes and focused - trying to remember the last thing before she woke up here.]

[She was... She was in Gotham, she remembered that - making portals around her house. Why was she making portals there? She went deeper into her mind and found the answer - She received a present, no - it wasn't a present, it was a sword. A sword from the League of Assassins. Now, she remembered - It was an invitation from Talia Al Ghul & Ra's Al Ghul: An Invitation to join the League of Assassins, to join their family as the Wife of Damian. When she unsheathed the blade - there was a time & a location; they wanted to meet her. She knew they weren't going to leave her alone until she spoke with them.]

[At Midnight - The top of the Warehouse in the Abandoned Industrial District; the place she killed Talia's men with a single arrow.]

[Alexa's feet splashed in the shallow puddles that the pouring rain made when they reached the room - in her Archer's Gear but with her neck gaiter down, showing the glare on her face as she stood before Talia Al Ghul and her Assassins, her hand clenched around the sheathing of the sword she was given. While the protective clothing was waterproof, her dark brown hair was soaked in the downpour.]

Talia Al Ghul (Smiling at Alexa): I see you've got our invitation. What's your answer?

Alexa (Frowns and throws the sword to Talia's feet): I've told you the same thing for the last 6 months - I want nothing to do with you, your son, your organization, or your father! Nothing! I want you to leave me the hell alone and stop chasing after me as if I owe you something!

Talia Al Ghul (Frowning): I thought you would say that. (Snaps her fingers) Secure her for transport.

[The Assassins that protected Talia charged at Alexa, causing the Archer to summon her bow and begin the battle. Even in close combat, Alexa's skills with her bow her unmatched - one by one, Talia's men fell but she didn't look concerned. When the last one fell, Alexa pointed her bow at the green-eyed woman with a glare of hatred in her eyes.]

Alexa (Lightly Panting): You gonna stop sending men after me now?

Talia Al Ghul (Closes her eyes and nods): Yes.

[Alexa began to lower her bow until she saw the smile on Talia's face.]

Talia Al Ghul (Smirking and opens her eyes): Because we have you now.

[Alexa was about to question her when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck - the effect as instant. Alexa became sluggish as her vision blurred, making her drop the bow in her hands making it dispel away. Alexa began to fall forward but she was caught in the arms of another - the harder she fought, the more exhausted she became until her mind slipped into nothingness.]

Alexa (Opened her eyes - a glare upon her face as her brown eyes began bleeding gold): Those bastards... They drugged me and abducted me.

[Just then: The door on the far side of the room & two people walked in - The Familiar Face of Talia Al Ghul & An Older Man - He looked dangerous - he must have been the Head Demon: Ra's Al Ghul.]

Talia Al Ghul (Walks over to the bound girl with a smile): I see that you are awake.

Alexa (Narrows her eyes): What? Expected your little knockout serum to last longer?

Talia Al Ghul (Walks over to the computer and sits in the chair before it, typing away on the keyboard): A Cruel Method but necessary - without it, we couldn't have gotten you here unscathed.

Alexa: Maybe you should have just let me the hell alone like I asked you to do.

Ra's Al Ghul (Shaking his head): Out of the question - My Grandson loves you & you are more than worthy of becoming one with the Al Ghul family; you just need some time to realize that.

Alexa: If I didn't 'realize' that 6 months ago - then it's not gonna happen.

Ra's Al Ghul (Looks at Talia): Anything?

Talia Al Ghul: No, Father - nothing out of the ordinary. No genetic mutations could have caused this use of Elemental Magic. She appears to be completely human.

Alexa: Because I am! Gods, you both are morons, just like that overgrown child who can't accept 'no' for an answer.

Talia Al Ghul (Raises from the computer and stands before the bound Alexa): You just act accept the fact you are destined to be with my son.

Alexa (Scoffs & Chuckles): If I was destined to be with your son - The Oracles would have told me but - just like the Huntress Artemis - I don't need or want a man to take care of me when I can take care of myself.

Talia Al Ghul: It doesn't matter what you say - you shall be one with my son, he is away with his father for the rest of the month but that gives us enough time to groom you into a proper partner for Damian.

Alexa (Chuckles before full-blown laughing): AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

Ra's Al Ghul (Narrows his eyes): I fail to see what is funny. With your hands apart, you cannot summon your bow or arrows, thus you are trapped here.

Alexa (Takes a calming breath): You really think my power is limited t using my bow and arrows - False, that's just what I prefer in a fight. (Narrows eyes with a wide smirk) Just where do you think the power in my arrows comes from?

[Before either Father or Daughter could answer - Alexa's right hand opened widely as blue electrical sparks danced along her flesh before spreading to the contraption that held her. Talia moved away just in time thinking the thing was going to blow but all it did was open the locks and Alexa was free, her hand still sparking with electric power as she lifted it to her face.]

Alexa (Smirks at Talia and Ra's): I do love the look on a person's face when they realized they bit off more than they could chew. (Holds her hand out in their direction - a blue ball of light begins to form in her palm)

[Ra's and Talia get out of the room just as a blue bullet of hot blue flame shoots past them and crashed into the wall outside the cell. Alexa moved her hand to face the wall that held the window and blasted it out - the smoke giving her cover to open a portal and jump through, it closed just as the smoke cleared and Ra's and Talia ran back into the room.]

Ra's Al Ghul (Clenching his teeth): Damn it, she's escaped us again. We'll never get her at this rate.

Talia Al Ghul: Relax, Father; I had a backup just in case something like this happened. (Walked over to the machine and clicked a few buttons on the keyboard when a small compartment opened and she reached in - pulling out a vial of blood)

[Alexa's Blood...]

[End]

#talia al ghul #ra's al ghul #yandere damian wayne #batman

[localgenius]

To Love

Is this just pure fluff about getting married to Spencer? Maybe. Is it also just pure self-indulgent writing to make me feel something in these melancholy times? Who knows. Anyway! I hope that you’ll enjoy it! (btw I’ve never been to a wedding, so if I totally wrong about how this works, I’m sorry)

Also, just a special thanks to @reidscanehand for inspiring me to start writing again! I’m a bit rusty, but I overall liked how this piece turned out :)

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3.4k)

They had truly lucked out on the weather. 

The sun was reaching high and low, making everything shine a bit brighter than usual. The gleaming sun was accompanied by the occasional breeze, ruffling hair, cooling skin and making dresses and skirts dance effortlessly in its wake. 

There was a constant mutter of voices, a childish giggle, a cough and sometimes the occasional sneeze from the pollen filled season. The laughter was accompanied by the singing of birds high above them, insisting to partake in the joyous celebration taking place in the large garden.

The noise didn’t seem to have any effect on him, though. His mind was somewhere far away from the beautiful garden, far away from the plethora of guests that filled the pews. 

His mind was lost somewhere in the beautiful house behind him, behind a closed door. His mind was with her, as it had been for the past two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours.

She hadn’t allowed him to know anything about her dress, her shoes, her hair or even her makeup. She had insisted that everything would be a surprise; one of the only times she could have the upper hand over a genius. He had had a lot of fruitless attempts to catch a mere glance of the dress, but she had been adamant that it would be a surprise.

He could feel his heart beating in his chest, the rhythmic thumping simultaneously calming him and keeping him on edge. Anticipation filled his every atom, making him so much more aware of everything that was happening around him.

He was fiddling with his fingers, running through his vows as many times as he could, to ensure that they were perfect; that he was perfect. Cause that’s what she deserved. And he’d damn himself if he didn’t at least try to live up to that.

Unconsciously his mind slipped back into the house, trying for the life of him to picture her in front of him. In a pretty dress, but an even prettier smile grazing her lips, a smile he had been oh so lucky to be on the recipient end of for the past two years, five months 19 days and seven hours.

Just at the mere thought he could feel a smile pull on his own lips, an involuntary act that he had gotten used to over the course of their relationship. 

He may had been familiar with the effects she had on him, but in truth, he could never quite get used to her. How could he? How could anyone? How could anyone ever get used to the embodiment of kindness, of warmth, of love?

He was brought back from his reveries when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, resting heavily to get his attention.

“You good kid?” Derek asked, drawing Spencer’s attention to him instead of his shoes that he had unknowingly been having a staring contest with.

“Uh,” Spencer cleared his throat before straightening his back. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure?” a smile weaved its way onto Derek’s face, before clapping Spencer’s shoulder one more time before removing his hand. “It’s not too late to call it off, you know? 

A scoff left Spencer’s lips, and he shook his head at the comment.

“As if,” Spencer said, allowing his eyes to drift from Derek to the rest of the guests and the aisle she would be walking down off in just a few moments. Amongst them he saw members from the team, both former and present, and in the front row, just a few meters away from him, his mother sat with her caretaker chatting idly with each other. 

Everyone he’s ever loved ensembled in order to celebrate him and the one he loves the most.

“Just saying,” Derek held his hands up in mocking defence, before taking his rightful spot just a few steps behind Spencer. “You nervous?”

“A bit,” Spencer admitted quietly, going back to fiddle with his fingers. “Terrified that she’s changed her mind at the last second.”

This time it was Derek’s turn to scoff, “as if.” 

Spencer turned his head to give Derek his full attention. “That girl is head over heels for you, man. It would take 10 wild horses for her not to walk down that aisle.” 

Spencer shot him a grateful smile before turning to the entrance to the house, an internal clock beginning to tick down. 

“Besides,” Derek mumbled from behind him, “Penelope has been keeping me updated. She’s walking down that aisle, trust me.”

Spencer nodded his head reassuringly to himself. She would walk down that aisle, he would say his vows perfectly, and they would live happily ever after. Just like he promised her all those months ago when he slipped that ring onto her finger.

Before he knew it, the gentle hum of music started to play, successfully quieting the guests.

The first to walk down the aisle was Henry, who had insisted to be a part of the ceremony as soon as he found out that his godfather was getting married. 

When Spencer threw the idea of Henry being the flower boy up in the air, she had a smile so big on her face, and had given him a big kiss while nodding yes, yes that would be a wonderful idea.

In his fine white shirt, Henry was meticulously throwing the petals to the ground in preparation for the soon to be bride. Henry’s eyes drifted up to his favourite uncle standing at the end, shooting him a big smile, eyes shining bright behind his glasses.

When he reached the end, Spencer subtly lowered his hand, so Henry quickly could give him a high five before he ran back to his seat in between JJ and Will on the front row.

Next down the aisle was Penelope. 

Her blonde hair was matching the sun, and her smile was brighter than Spencer’s ever seen it before. A light blue dress - more subdued than her usual dresses, but she didn’t seem to complain - was dancing around her knees as she walked towards Spencer. 

The bouquet in her hands was a bunch of wildflowers thrown together in a beautiful arrangement, aiming to look like the bouquet Spencer had given Y/N on one of their first dates. 

The first thing that she had been sure about when they had started to plan the wedding was that she wanted Penelope to be her maid of honour. 

It made sense, they had been friends for years, and it was thanks to her, and her self-proclaimed unmatchable love skills, that she and Spencer had gone on that fateful first date. When Penelope had learned that not only had the first date escalated to a second date, but even to a third date, she had been ecstatic. Spencer had never thought he had seen her so happy as when she found out.

Her happiness in that moment had only been trumped when Y/N had stopped by the office to drop something off for Spencer before a case, and there had been a shiny ring adorning her fourth finger.

Both Rossi and Hotch had hurried out of their office at the sound of her screech, only to witness the engaged couple being hugged close to death in Penelope’s grip. 

The celebration had been short lived, with the team having to hurry off to catch the plane, but not before the couple shared a sweet goodbye kiss, that made Penelope screech again.

So yeah, Penelope had been the obvious choice for the maid of honour title.

When she came up to the end, she quickly moved to hug Spencer, love and happiness spilling out of her. “Wait until you see her, boy wonder,” she whispered in his ear before moving to her rightful spot, but not before sharing a quick air kiss with Derek.

And finally, the moment had come.

The guests stood up, turning their heads to the entrance as the music changed, along with his heartbeat.

He had just thought that the erratic beating of his heart had gone back to normal, but lord and behold, the moment he laid eyes on her, it was back to beating as wildly as ever. 

Her white dress flowed around her, making her look like she was floating on a cloud. Only confirming his theory that she was a real-life angel. 

Time seemed to move in slow motion, while simultaneously moving way too fast. His heart was filled with conflict. A part of him could forever live in that moment, just observing her while she smiled so brightly at him, smiled like this was everything she’d ever wanted. Smiled like he was all she’d ever wanted. 

Another part of him wanted to run down and drag her up to stand with him. To get all of these formalities over with just so he could kiss her and call her his wife.

As she got closer, he could see the way her arm tightened around her father’s. Her eyes gleaming from happiness and tears, and the smile that was so wide, that he was sure it would split her face in half.

He was sure a similar smile was present on his face; he could feel it in the way his cheeks were hurting in the best way possible.

And finally, she was there, right in front of him, as if it had always meant to be. Spencer was quick to put out a hand to her father, receiving a firm but kind shake in return before he moved to go sit with her mother on the front row.

And suddenly, it was just them. Just the two of them; a boy and a girl so utterly in love and was about to declare to everyone willing to listen. 

“Hi,” she whispered softly, letting him take her hands in his. 

The mere action of letting his thumb run over her soft hands helped calm his beating heart.

“Hi,” he whispered back, just as sweet. 

Her hands were cold in his, presumably from the hours of preparation inside of the air-conditioned house. She looked down and let her fingers glide in between his, as the preacher started to talk.

And Spencer hates to admit it, but for once, if JJ or Derek asked after the ceremony, he would have to admit that he wouldn’t be able to recall what was said. All of his attention had been solely on her; the way she gripped his hands tighter from time to time, a sign of impatience, the way her eyes flew around his face, from his eyes to his lips, and the way she discreetly shuffled on her feet. She wanted this as much as he did.

And finally, it was time. Time for him to try to tell her about the love that fills his entire being every time he’s with her. 

He softly cleared his throat before tightening the grip on her smaller hands.

“Y/N,” he started softly, letting himself bask in her smile for just a moment before daring to continue. “I met you two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago. With other words, my entire life changed two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago.” 

There was a chuckle going around the guests, and she let out one as well, because of course - of course he knew that. How could he not?

“Before I met you, I had become content with the idea that I was likely going to be alone for the rest of my life. And I was okay with it. I had my mum and my team. The only family I thought I would ever be lucky enough to have.”

At this he took a quick glance down to the rows of guests. His mum was smiling with tears in her eyes, hand interlocked with her caretaker’s. JJ had a smile so big on her face, while she was squeezing Will’s hand for dear life. Emily, Alex and Rossi were sitting together with proud smiles on their faces as they watched the young genius proclaim the love, they always knew he had inside him. Hotch was sitting with Jack, a bittersweet smile on his face, as he remembered a wedding a long time ago.

“But then,” he turned his attention back to her, “then I met you. I met this wonderful girl who didn’t seem to think that it was strange when I told her information about her favourite flower, she just laughed and told me to tell her more. I met a girl who passionately discussed existential philosophy with me on the first date, and somehow, I managed to get a second date.”

He could feel tears starting to trail down his cheeks, likely matching those trailing down hers. 

“I remember making a promise to myself, and to Penelope,” he made eye contact with the maid of honour over his bride’s shoulders, and saw happy tears falling like a waterfall from her eyes, “that I would dedicate my life to loving you. Because I think that’s what I’m meant to do. I could give you a statistic about love, but Morgan said it’d be weird to have a statistic in my wedding vows,” a laugh broke out through the guests again, and a heavy hand clapped down on his shoulder. “So, I’ll just say that I could tell you all the theory about love, but I could never tell you how it feels to love you. How it feels to be loved by you.” He closed his eyes and brought her hands up to his lips before kissing her knuckles gently. “I love you; I believe I always have, and I promise that I always will.” 

He turned and took the ring from Derek, who to his own great shame had tears streaming down his face, before sliding it onto her finger.

“Wow,” she said gently, separating their hands briefly to try to get her tears under control. “I can’t possibly live up to the words of a genius, but I’ll give it a shot.” 

Relocking their hands, she straightened her back, and let her nerves exit her body through a sigh. “Spencer, I’ve spent years longing for love, waiting for it being my turn to be hit with Cupid’s arrow. And when I was ready to give up, a friend insisted that I gave her co-worker a chance. Just one date. And that was the best decision I’ve ever made. I’ve spent my entire life reading, analysing and writing love stories, which I’d always thought would give me an advantage when I had to write my wedding vows. But when I sat down to write how I love you, I simply couldn’t. There wasn’t a way that I think I could ever tell you how much I love you.  Because, to quote Jane Austen ‘If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more’.”

Spencer could now feel the stream of tears coating his cheeks, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back the sob that was threatening to burst from his chest.

“Two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago I met the love of my life. I met a boy, so willing to love me for me, and I swore to myself to never let him go. I swore to make him feel as loved as he makes me feel,” she took a deep breath before finishing off. “Spencer Reid, it’s a privilege to be loved by you, and an even bigger privilege to love you. But I will never be able to tell you just how much I love you, but I promise, that I will love you forever.”

She turned around, taking the ring from Penelope, whom by that point was as ready to sob as he was, before sliding a ring that matched hers so perfectly onto his finger.

The preacher cleared his throat before happily declaring: “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Dr. Reid, you may kiss your bride!”

And before he could help himself Spencer grasped her face in his hands and let his lips lock with hers.

Her hands found his waist as he leaned over her, forcing her to lean back, a smile spreading across both of their lips as they sealed the deal.

The moment was filled with cheering and applause from the guests, as the newlyweds pulled apart to share a big grin with each other. 

She threw her arms around his shoulders before giving him another big kiss, before they finally started to walk their way down the aisle together. Hands happily intertwined, smiles brighter than the spring sun and hearts filled with more love than they’ll ever be able to put into words. 

- 

The spring sun had set and had been replaced by the moon and her stars.

Guests were sitting around the tables laughing, eating, drinking and sharing stories about the lovely couple who hadn’t seemed to be able to take their eyes off of each other ever since the ceremony. 

They had had their first dance together without any bumps on the road and had spent the rest of the evening basking in the love that surrounded them.

As all of the guests sat around, enjoying the last part of the three-course meal, there was clinging on a glass, a little down the table from where they sat.

“Hello,” Derek said as he stood up with his glass of champagne in hand. “I’m Derek Morgan, best man, in case anyone doesn’t know.” A laugh travelled through the crowd at the charm and confidence of Derek Morgan. “And I promised pretty boy here that I would hold a speech, but I also promised to make it as non-embarrassing for him as possible. So, if you want the embarrassing version, just let me know.” Again, laughter broke out, and Emily was quick to signal that she would very much like a copy.

“I’ve known Spencer for nine years now give and take, and in those nine years I’ve witnessed your ups and downs. I’ve seen you at your lowest, and now, along with everyone else here, I get to see you at your highest,” Derek shot a smile down to Spencer, noticing the way the groom tightened his arm around his bride.

“I remember as if it was yesterday, the day Penelope excitedly came in to tell me that she had set Spencer up with her neighbour. A lovely girl with a passion for books that could even rival Spencer’s, and was in the midst of getting a PhD in English lit. A match made in heaven to quote Penelope,” Derek laughed along with the guests as Penelope blushed and rolled her eyes in her seat next to Y/N.

“And I admit, I was sceptical. Penelope has always had a passion for love, and I had witnessed a few bad blind dates orchestrated by her. But lord and behold, this was the time that she proved herself to be the best match maker of them all as she claimed herself.

“The morning after the date I saw Reid walking in with a certain skip in his step that I hadn’t seen before. He used his phone, which was a dead giveaway that something was up. And during that day I was called down to the Batcave by Penelope, who was bursting with excitement, when she had found out from Y/N that the date had turned out well. Very well in fact.”

The entire party shifted their gazes between Derek and the newlyweds, intrigued by the love story unfolding before them.

“And when I finally had the pleasure of meeting the infamous Y/N I finally understood Penelope. Because I witnessed two soulmates having found each other. I think that it’s rare for two people to match as well as you two do,” Derek said, a lump clogged his throat and tears threatening to spill, directing his attention to the groom and bride. “You two have lucked out and have found each other - you have found a love that the rest of us only dream about.”

Derek watched as Spencer leaned his head against Y/N’s giving a gentle kiss on the top of her head, all while Y/N eyes was watching Derek stand with the half full champagne flute in hand.

“So, I would like to propose a toast to Mr. and Mrs. Reid, or Dr. Reid and Dr. Y/L/N, so please raise your glasses with me,” the mass of guests raised their glasses in unison, and repeated after Derek when he called out:

“To love!”

“...is there anything on earth or heaven would have made me so happy as to have made you mine long ago?” - Lord Byron

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagine

[simonsrosebud]

How about daltons friends made him a tinder years ago and he forgot to delete it and so Kevin finds it on his phone and they both read through Dalton’s reaaaaally bad and cringy flirting. (Just want light hearted funny times for my happy bois). Love your writing btw, I’ve got my notifications on for whenever you post cause I love Kalton ❤️❤️

THANK YOU!  for your compliments and the notifications, like what!!  it’s so weird to think that people want to be notified when i post, but i love y’all for it.

kevin doesn’t know why he asks it, because he really doesn’t care.

“did you ever have tinder?”

dalton hums and frowns at his phone.  “for a bit last year, maybe, but i didn’t use it a lot.  i wasn’t good at that kinda stuff.”

“texting?”  kevin’s obviously never used such thing.

“just like, meeting and flirting with a stranger online.  i don’t know how to flirt on text, it’s awkward.”

jenna joins the conversation from the other side of the sofa and says, “well according to james who lives on campus, you’re great at flirting.”

dalton looks up.  “what?”

kevin’s stomach drops.  “what?”

“oh god, no, not like that.”  she sits up straighter.  "i just go on his account and swipe on people for fun.”

oh thank god.  

dalton frowns more.  “what?  i deleted my account!”

“no, you tried but you have no sense of technology!”

“can i see it?”  kevin sits next to jenna instead and watches her scroll onto the app.  “his are the last six on the bottom.”

“babe, you don’t need to see it.  they’re just stupid guys i messaged when i was bored.” 

“i’m not jealous, i just want to see how embarrassing your flirting is.”  he takes jenna’s phone when offered and presses on the conversation at the bottom.

chris:  hey, saw you go to palmetto

dalton:  yeah!  i’m in grad school rn, wbu?

chris:  i’m a senior, but damnn i’ll go to grad school if it means seeing more guys like you

dalton:  might have to hurry, i’m one of a kind ;)

kevin’s grimacing because god is that bad.  also maybe a little bit at the idea of his boyfriend being with other people before him, but he’s fine.

dalton tries to grab jenna’s phone from kevin, but he leans away and holds it up.  “i’m taller than you.”

kevin raises his eyebrows.  he doesn’t like talking about his sex life with others, but he wants so badly to point out that he knows dalton isn’t moving so quick this morning… 

he decides against it.  dalton gets his point from the look he gives him, and sends him one of his own back.

kevin moves on to the next conversation.

ryan:  sup, i’m horny

dalton:  hi horny, i’m dalton

ryan:  smooth haha, ur hot

dalton:  no, i’m dalton.  and uncomfortable.

dalton has unmatched with ryan.

kevin looks up at his boyfriend.  “you used to make dad jokes.  you monster.”

“it’s called a defense mechanism from weird guys.”

kevin gives jenna her phone.  “i can’t look at those anymore.”

“you only saw two conversations,” she says.

“yes, and it was the most gross thing i’ve ever seen.”

dalton shrugs, but as soon as jenna heads out and closes the door behind her, he crawls over to straddle kevin’s lap.  “you like my flirting.”

kevin smirks when dalton kisses him.  he pulls away just enough to say, “no, i like you.  i didn’t sign up for your flirting.”

dalton gently shoves his shoulder.  and because kevin is an asshole, he lies onto his back with his hands behind his head.  “come get me.”

dalton gawks at him, but it ends how it always does.  holding himself up on all fours and kissing kevin into the cushions.

#kevin day #bisexual kevin day #the one where someone doesn’t know who kevin day is #OC: dalton miller #dalton miller #kevin day x dalton miller #exy #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #the foxes #palmetto state university #palmetto state foxes

[asimpforarmin]

Not so Safe? 💛

Content: Armin Arlert x Reader, Modern AU, two dorks being awkward

Summary: You and Armin go to the beach during quarantine as a way to get away from the stressors of life, keeping safe during it.

WC: 2,123

Genre: fluff?? maybe i guess. Wholesome stuff.

Warnings: None

A/n: This is my first fic on this account and also the first one I’ve written in a long time, so this might be bad, idk. Btw check out this playlist: https://youtu.be/1_2lm4tS9N4 It’s really nice and I listened to it while working on this. Ok bye-

You were bored, just slouching in bed late at night waiting for something to happen. Since quarantine hit, you really haven’t been able to see your friends, well not without a screen. You’ve been keeping up with your closest friends, Connie, Sasha, and Armin, and playing Minecraft with them when you don’t have (or don’t do) your schoolwork. You’ve been missing actually hanging out with them though.

So you decided to group message them about it, see if they wanted to go do something, taking safety precautions of course. Turns out Sasha’s mom wouldn’t let her go anywhere because she was worried for her, and Connie was staying with family out of state. But Armin could come.

You moved to private messages to talk to Armin about it, so you don’t spam the group chat or make Sasha and Connie jealous.

“Hey, are you free on Friday?” you asked.

You quickly saw him typing back to you, “Sorry, no, but I can do something on Wednesday or Thursday.”

You sat up a bit, “Alright, either one works for me.” You had that equivalent of awkward silence between texts where neither of you know what to say. “Which one do you prefer?”

He responds after a moment of thinking. “Wednesday’s fine. What do you wanna do?”

You thought it over for a moment, not actually expecting to get this far. “I know that ice cream shop down the road’s open. We could get some ice cream and head down to the beach for a while and just screw around if you want.”

“Sure. Which ice cream shop again?” He questioned. Armin lived not too far from you and had been over a couple times.

“That one we pass when you come over. Taking a right from my house it’s on that corner, a few shops down from the gas station.”

“Oh that one! Ok.” He responded.

“Did you get your bike fixed?” You asked. You all had bikes and would go places on them before the whole virus thing happened. Thing is, Connie crashed into Armin after hitting a pothole and totaled his front spokes.

“Yeah, it’s all ready to go. Do you have a cooler?”

“I know there’s one somewhere in the garage that I can find and clean out.”

“Alright, I’ll see you Wednesday?”

“Definitely.”

You were excited to see at least one of your close friends during the pandemic. You set your alarm for tomorrow, which was Monday. You only had to wait until Wednesday to see him.

~~~~~

Wednesday rolled around soon enough and you had just finished the last of today’s schoolwork. You packed up a backpack with some extra snacks, water, and some bandages in case either of you fall.

You texted Armin “Hey, where do you wanna meet?”

“I can just meet you at the ice cream place if you want.”

“You sure? That's kinda far from where you are.”

“I’ll be fine, it's not terribly far.”

“Alright, well I’ll see you there.”

“Cya,” he signed off.

You put your phone in your backpack, before dusting off that old cooler, filling it with ice, and putting it in your bike basket. You set out for the shop feeling good. You haven’t been outside in a while, and feeling the wind against your skin felt perfect.

You went down the road a ways, pulling up into the shop’s parking lot. You pulled your bike over and leaned it against the curb with the kickstand, and waited for Armin.

About 10 minutes later, the blond comes into view, pulling into the lot, spotting you, and heading over. You look up at him, pulling your mask up as he does the same. He wipes his brow as he’s hauling his bike over. “Hey, how are you?” he asks, looking down and putting his kickstand to the curb.

Your smile, “Good, how about you?” In all honesty you were great now that he’s here. You haven’t seen him in person for around 11 months and you’ve missed him.

He looked back up at you and you could tell he was smiling even under his mask.

“I’m fine, happy to be outside,” he sighed.

“Hey, your hair’s a little longer,” you pointed out.

He blushed a tiny bit, “I’ve only gotten it cut once during this and now since everything’s reopening, my mother’s scared to take me to get it cut again. The only reason she let me come on this trip was because it’s contactless.”

“I see, well either way it looks cute,” you reassured him.

He let out a small laugh, “Thanks.”

“Anyways,” you say, going up to the front of the building, “what flavor do you want?” You put some gloves on before reaching for your wallet.

“I’ll just have the cookie dough.” Armin pulls out his phone to pay that way.

“Hey, I can pay for both of us if you want,” you say, looking over at Armin.

“It’s fine, I have my own money,” he politely declines.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my pleasure,” you say, taking money out of your wallet, enough for the two of you. “What size do you want?”

He puts his phone back into his pocket, looking up at the size chart. “I’ll just have a medium.” You nod and go up to tell the person at the counter your orders. A few minutes later, your orders are in the window. You hand the cashier the money, then take off your gloves and grab your ice creams. You put the bowls in Tupperware and then in the cooler.

“You ready to go?” You ask Armin. He nods, clicking his helmet back into place and getting on his bike. You get back on your bike too and the both of you head out.

It’s another 10 minutes before you get to the beach. It isn’t the best weather for this kind of visit. It’s overcast and a little bit foggy, but it’s still a nice place to hang out.

The both of you lock your bikes up and take your ice cream out of the cooler. You hand Armin his dessert and open your own.

“Wish the weather was better,” you commented, looking up at the grey sky.

“Well if the sky’s not clear, that means less people will come,” Armin points out, looking over at you. You nod and look around for a spot to sit down. “We could go over there,” Armin suggests. He’s pointing at a couple boulders decently spaced apart up on the hill away form everything.

“Ok,” you say. You both start going over. There’s no one else at the beach besides a few random people chilling at the shoreline. Armin hops up on the boulder to the right and you get on the left one.

“Thanks for paying for this,” Armin sheepishly says, taking a bite.

“It’s no problem, I’m happy to,” you say. God, you wish you could hug him. Quarantine’s been horrible to your social interaction, plus you may have an inkling of attraction to him. Even to just hold his hand would be ethereal. But you can’t. You need to stay safe, and you don’t know if he feels the same about you.

“So, um, how’s your week been so far?” He inquires.

“It’s been okay. Hating school as usual, but besides that I’ve had a good time keeping up with you all,” you say.

He takes another bite before speaking, “If you want, I could help you out with your work if you’re having trouble.” This wasn’t the first time he offered, but you felt like too much for agreeing last time.

“I’ll think about it, I’m managing alright for now though. How about you? How’s quarantine been treating you?” You ask him.

“I’ve been able to keep up with things for the most part, but it does get tiring. It’s good to finally get out of the house again.” You nod and both of you just sit there for a moment, eating and looking out at the ocean. You couldn’t see that far out because of the fog, but what you could see was nice.

The waves slowly crashed against the sand and rocks while you heard gulls above you. You cherished this moment, as simple as it is. Even if your feelings were unmatched, he was still your best friend. You get butterflies whenever he’s around. He makes you happy and anxious in the best ways possible.

Armin looks up before taking out his phone. “Looks like it’s supposed to rain in a bit.”

“That’s a bummer, I wish we could stay out here longer,” you say.

“We can always come back. I’m still free tomorrow.” You perked up at his suggestion.

“Same, we can do that,” you quickly reply. He nods his head in agreement.

“Same time?”

“Sure.” You both went back to eating for a moment. “We should  do this more. This is fun.”

“I do quite like this. It’s relaxing to take a break every now and then,” he says.

The two of you keep talking, about home, friends, hobbies, school, etc, when you felt a raindrop on your cheek. You look over at Armin, who looks up at the rain.

“Guess it’s time to go,” he says, slightly frowning. You stand up, getting the trash from your ice cream and start walking over to the trash can. It’s under one of those buildings that look like metal car awnings, but with benches and the board that shows the directory and rules of the beach. Armin follows suit.

“We really should have checked the weather,” you say, disposing of your trash, “I don’t feel comfortable with either of us biking in the rain on the road like this.”

Armin throws his trash away, “We’ll be okay, it’s not a whole lot,” he says. “Besides, you can call someone if you don’t feel comfortable.”

You sit down on a bench, looking on your phone. “Looks like it’s not supposed to stay for too long. We could just stay here for a while if you’re okay with it.” He sits down next to you and nods. He looks between you two and sees the small gap.

“Sorry,” he says as he moves further away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you say. You want to tell him how you feel, you really do, but if he doesn’t feel the same, you’re afraid things won’t go back to normal.

You start to say his name at the same time he speaks, which causes you to both chuckle. “You go first,” he says.

“Go ahead, I’ve already forgotten what I was saying.”

“That quickly?” he smiles.

“Apparently.”

“Well I- I don’t know how to put this properly, but…”

“But what?”

“I want to do this more often, and I know you already said that but I really miss hanging out with you.” He looks over at you, waiting for your reaction.

“I miss you too,” you say. You felt your cheeks darken as your face warmed up. You look over at him, he was just the same as you. That gave you the confidence you needed. “I really like you, Armin.”

He looks up at you suddenly, “You mean like, more than friends?” he asks you nervously.

“Yeah. More than friends. I have for a while but I just haven’t said anything.” You look away until he says something, not wanting to face him as he’s making up his mind, but he answers almost immediately.

“I do too! I- I mean I just didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” You felt your breath hitch in your throat, wanting to say something, but you just didn’t have the right words.

“Well, um, we should definitely do this more often then,” you finally say, giving him a smile.

“Do you uh, want to hold hands?” he asks shyly.

“Should we?”

“It’ll be fine as long as we wash our hands when we get home.” You nodded and stuck out your hand. He took it as he moved a bit closer to you.

You two just sat there for a moment, taking everything in. The rain, each other, the sounds coming from the road. Even though it seemed so new, it felt good. It felt right. Armin started speaking again, talking about how he’s been thinking of this moment for a long time. You smiled and continued the conversation for a decent half hour, still clasping hands.

You finally heard the rain let up and the sun began to shine through the clouds.

“You want to go down to the shore for a bit now?” You asked him.

“Of course,” he said. You got up, taking him by the hand down the hill.

#aot #aot x reader #snk #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #fluff? i guess

[lokigayforhela]

Hi, may I request Hela x reader where reader is a soldier or a warrior of Hela and unfortunately the reader gets heavily injured during a conquest? Thanks and btw I love love love your writing.

drops in in the middle of the night to give you this Briefly proofread story that I wrote in an hour

Sorry I’ve been gone so long. Apartment hunting, packing, and moving really take a lot out of a girl, but I’ll try to get back into writing a little more consistently now.

Trigger Warning for mention of blood and violence, but nothing too graphically described

The battle around you had been raging on for more than an hour, and you’d watched as friends and enemies alike had fallen, one after the other, sometimes multiple at a time. You’d been doing this for long enough that none of it was very shocking to you anymore, but you had to admit that Hela was rather… creative in the ways that she killed sometimes.

While the rest of you were left to fight in hand to hand combat, with little more than swords, and daggers in a pinch, Hela had the distinct advantage of her powers. Her ability to draw weapons from thin air, and send them off just as quickly as she conjured them, was an unmatched asset on the battlefield, and often you found yourself wondering if the only reason Asgard was so often successful had little to do with the legions and everything to do with your commander.

Not that Hela’s skill made your job any easier. You were still a warrior, and you were still necessary, and a handful of times you’d even managed to keep soldiers distracted from Hela so she could be unhindered while she worked, circumstances that had not gone unnoticed by Hela, which had led to the… special arrangement between the two of you.

Long days on the battlefield had, indeed, become much more bearable now that you got to spend nights with Hela. It was your little secret, and if anyone else had any idea of what was going on, they were smart enough to keep it to themselves, something you and Hela were both extremely grateful for.

The stark sound of two weapons clashing together brought you back to the present, and you cursed yourself for getting lost in thought at such an inopportune moment, and immediately got back to the task at hand, fending off a couple of enemy soldiers who had gotten a little too close to Hela for comfort, and once they were down, you glanced back at Hela, to see how she was faring in the battle.

For the briefest moment, you let yourself watch in awe as Hela turned, far gracefully than anyone else you’d ever seen mid-battle, sending a spray of weapons in every direction that found their marks in at least a dozen soldiers, their pained cries echoing around you amidst the other sounds of the battle. You caught Hela’s eye for a fraction of a second, managing a tired, albeit proud, little smirk that quickly soured on your face as your brow furrowed in confusion as you saw Hela yell out something you couldn’t quite make out.

It wasn’t until she started running toward you that you became aware of the burning sensation that felt like it was ripping you in two, and you looked down to see the very tip of a sword protruding from your stomach.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened in the immediate moments afterward. You heard screaming, but you couldn’t tell from whom, or for what reason, but the next thing you knew, you were on the ground, and all you could focus on was how much everything just hurt, hurt, hurt.

“Soldier. Y/N. Keep those eyes open, we’re getting you an escort off the battlefield.”

That sounded like Hela, but it also sounded like she was speaking from somewhere far away, or perhaps underwater, you couldn’t decide. You blinked your eyes open, unaware of when they had even closed, and tried to focus on the figure leaning over you, to unaware to realize that it was Hela herself.

“Get her out of here, right now. That’s an order!”

You felt your eyelids growing heavy again, and when you let your eyes close, you were subsequently met with a pat on the side of your face.

“Eyes open, soldier.”

You couldn’t even find it in you to be upset that Hela was being formal with you. You were too tired, too confused, too hurt.

You didn’t even realize when you slipped into unconsciousness.

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The sound of hushed arguing woke you, and you spent what felt like hours struggling to find the energy just to open your eyes while you tried to hear what was being said.

Whoever was speaking currently sounded extremely angry, and it only took you a few seconds to realize that it was Hela, and she was furious.

“I’m not asking anymore, I’m telling you I am going inside to visit my soldier, and you will leave us. I’m still the princess.”

You heard nothing but the sound of movement in response, and then moments later you heard a door open as you finally managed to blink your eyes open, trying to focus on the ceiling above you to ground yourself.

“….Y/N?” Hela’s voice came out much softer, then, and you knew you must have been alone now. She never spoke to anyone that softly around others, even you, even after everything the two of you had been through.

You intended to answer her, but your brain was a little too foggy, and your tongue a little too heavy in your mouth, and all that came out was a tired little pained groan, but it was enough to catch Hela’s attention as she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over you to look at you better.

“Thank the Norns, you’re awake. We were all worried we hadn’t gotten you to the healers in time.”

You only nodded in response, and tried to push yourself up to sit, wincing when you felt pain shot down your body. Hela shook her head with the ghost of a fond smile, and placed a hand on your shoulder to keep you still.

“You’ll aggravate the wound if you try to move.”

You blinked at her, and after a short while, you began to remember what had happened. The battle, the soldiers. The wound you’d sustained. You swallowed a few times, in hopes it would help you to work your mouth a little better, and then tried to speak.

“…what happened?” Your voice came out far raspier than you’d intended, but Hela only smiled tightly in response.

“You, my lucky little warrior, survived a sword through the abdomen. Not many can say that. We had to get you here as fast as possible so the healers could stop the bleeding enough to work with their healing crystals.”

“I meant… the battle… What happened with the battle?”

Hela seemed to fixate on the headboard behind you, and you could tell she was choosing what to say and how to say it. “We… retreated.”

You stared at her in complete disbelief. “…you’ve never retreated.”

“Yes, well. I’ve never had a compelling reason to retreat.”

Oh.

That made things a little more interesting.

“…you retreated… because of me?”

Hela glanced at you, as if she was sizing you up a bit, and then went back to staring at the wall. “Well, what was I supposed to do, Y/N?”

“You were supposed to let me die, like all of the other Asgardians who have laid down their life for the cause, for your cause.”

“Y/N…”

“How do you think the other warriors feel, knowing you’ve let their friends and family die in countless battles, but I get injured once and you pull all the troops from Vanaheim?”

“Y/N, that’s not-”

“None of us are meant to get special treatment. We all knew what we were signing up for when we started training, and I’m not any dif-”

“Y/N, you’re not like all of the other soldiers!” Hela’s voice was harsher than it had been, and you found yourself blinking dumbly at her in response, unable to say anything and instead opting to see if Hela had more she wanted to say. “You’re not just some soldier that signed a few papers, and did a few months of training, and then went off with the rest of the ranks. You’re not them.”

You swallowed thickly. “…then what am I, your highness.”

Hela visibly winced at the formal title, and you wondered if you had taken it too far. The long silence that followed wasn’t any easier to sit through, and Hela took so long to speak that you were worried she wasn’t going to speak at all, but finally she took a deep breath, and looked back at you.

“…you’re the woman I love. And I can’t just let you die because of me.”

A part of you wanted to soften at the admission, but you found yourself feeling just as confused as you felt relieved that she felt the same way you’re realized you were feeling.

“Hela, it wouldn’t be because of you. Every single one of us that goes off to fight, in any war, knows there’s a chance we won’t come back. We’re trained for that. You know that.”

Hela said nothing, only averted her gaze to look down at the bed, and you wondered when she’d taken your hand in hers. The expression on her face was so uncertain, so vulnerable that you couldn’t find it in you to be upset any longer, and you gently squeezed her hand, running your thumb along her knuckles.

“…I guess I owe you my life now, huh?”

Hela huffed out a quiet laugh. “You’re never going near a battlefield ever again.” Hela looked back up at you. “I mean it. You’ve been honorably discharged.” Hela smiled a bit, something a little closer to her usual cocky smirk. “I hear there’s talk of a medal, as well. Something about dedication to protecting your commander and princess.”

You laughed quietly. “Oh, yeah? And do any perks come with that, or is it all just for show?”

“…you might or might not be getting special quarters in the Royal apartments here in the palace.”

You looked at her, unsure if you’d hear her correctly. “…is that allowed?”

“Please. I’m the princess, and I get what I want.���

“…I suppose I can’t argue with that logic.”

Hela grinned. “No, you cannot, so don’t try to change my mind. Besides… that’ll make our little trysts much more convenient.”

You smiled a little, as well, and fought the urge to sit up and kiss her. “…do you have to go soon?”

“…not for a while.”

You nodded, and tugged on her hand gently. “…lay with me?”

That was all it took for Hela to kick her slippers off and shift so that she could lay next to you, carefully curling into your side so as not to jostle you.

For a few long moments, you just settled in silence, threading your fingers with Hela’s as the both of you got comfortable.

“…how bad was it? Truly?”

Hela turned her head to look at you. “I thought we were going to lose you. I’ve been fighting since I was a little girl, and I’ve never seen so much blood come from one person so quickly. Your face was whiter than a sheet by the time you finally lost consciousness.”

You nodded slowly. “It all happened so quickly, I hardly had any time to react.”

“I know. Lucky I was already looking at you when it happened, or I might not have been able to jump to action as quickly as I did.”

“…what happened after that?”

Hela kept watching you, gaze soft as she studied you. “I called for the Bifrost right then and there. Told all the troops to follow, and brought you to the healers as quickly as I could. I didn’t even let anyone else touch you. I knew I was losing you.”

You couldn’t bear how sad Hela looked, and you brought your hands up so you could kiss the back of her hand gently. “…but you didn’t. And that’s what matters.”

“…you’re right. You’re safe here, and healing quickly. Did you know you’ve been out for most of a week? You woke up a few times, but were in so much pain all we could do was give you more sedatives in hopes of getting you to get back to sleep again.”

You kissed her hand again, and brought her palm up to press against your cheek. “Well, I’m not going anywhere now. You said so yourself.”

Hela nodded, and looked at you in silence for a long few moments before finally leaning forward to close the distance between you, pressing her lips to yours in the gentlest kiss she had ever given you. When she pulled back, she was looking at you so softly that you weren’t sure you could handle it. “Rest now, my darling. I’ll be right here when you wake.”

You nodded, and tried to shift a little to get more comfortable, using Hela’s shoulder as a pillow, but she didn’t seem to mind, and as you drifted off, you could just make out her humming softly to lull you to sleep.

You didn’t think you’d ever want to fall asleep any other way.

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #anonymous #ask #answered #thank you for the ask!

[notquitechaotic]

so I’m back online, never thought I would be blogging again but here I am after having to deal with man children and their audacity. and y’know, what better way to deal with yet another misadventure with the male species other than bitching about them?

given that this happened like a day ago, I feel like I’ve cooled down enough to try and talk about it. 

screenshots will be included but I would have to blur out the guy’s face (sadly) because of POHA

for some context, I matched with this guy named William (”Will”) on Bumble. I want to say that things kind of went well at first and we exchanged telegram usernames and started talking there instead.

(edit: he has “changed” his alias and is now “Wilford”)

first red flag was the reason he gave after he unmatched with me.

and if anything, I’ve learnt that most of the time when guys like him say that a girl is crazy or “batshit crazy” without elaborating, it’s mostly the guy who is the problematic one and because the girl isn’t reacting the way they want the girl to, the girl would then be “crazy” to fit their “I’m a nice guy” narrative.

I let the matter slide, and I moved on with my day because it was none of my business too. and everything was kind of fine until he accepted my follow request on Instagram.

I’m not that great when it comes to remembering faces but it’s not that bad to the point where I would forget a person’s face completely. So when I realised that he looked different, I asked him.

“my hair diff only” were the exact words he sent so I asked him to sent the photos that were posted on the app. 

this was the part where he fucked up lol

I asked him who the person was because when I tapped into the photo of the guy who is in a sauna, it was a screenshot of someone else’s Instagram account.

he said that it was his good friend and they “agreed to exchange photos” (honestly I don’t believe that for a second, the photo he sent is of his friend, blurred it all out in case someone recognises it)

all the while being pushy to meet irl.

if anything, I absolutely hate it when a person lies to me (because I find things out eventually) and I hate it when they are pushy (in this scenario, this guy just flat out reeks of desperation)

at this very point of time, my impression of him hasn’t been all that great, I was starting to feel really uncomfortable, I just didn’t think it would get worse (but I was wrong)

screenshots from here on out have the top cut off because it shows his phone number and again for privacy issues *cough* POHA *cough*, it has to be cropped out.

on hindsight I should have just set the record straight and say that I wasn’t comfortable meeting him instead of trying to imply it because I wasn’t explaining myself right and it just flew right past him.

“don’t you realise texting can be deceiving” and “some is my friend some is mine, I told you honestly already” are two very contradicting sentences. and again, he was being pushy about meeting.

I probably shouldn’t have used “weird” should have outright say that it was sus, but I would say that I was okay/ somewhat comfortable with the idea of meeting him until I realised that he wasn’t being honest. if he can’t even be honest about his own identity, then whose to say that he wouldn’t have ill intentions? so yeah I would say that me being uncomfortable meeting him is justified.

but this is the part where shit hit the fan because he started showing his true colours when he was being met with rejection:

“there’s nothing to be scared about” again, he wasn’t being truthful of his own identity, I think it is fair for me to overthink and be afraid that he has ill intentions and I’m just trying to protect myself. I don’t think I’m wrong for that lol

you can say “go google and stop ignoring the facts” but he can’t even try to link his sources. errr, when Dr Inna Kanevsky roasts people who use psychology to back to talk about things, she includes sources to support what she says.

again, made the mistake of not telling him outright that I wasn’t comfortable but if you scroll up a little bit to the screenshot where he made the contradictory sentence, I did try to imply that I was no longer comfortable meeting him.

he is trying to act all smart and shit but he can’t imply or at the very least, try to infer

“because it’s wrong (referring to him invalidating how I feel)”“how you feel is plain false” hello? I’m not a robot. and I’m pretty sure that there are paid and experienced psychologists and therapists, not just in Singapore but around the world, who would beg to differ with your statement. no one is wrong to feel the way they feel.

yes I did say that I would be more comfortable texting, but I did make it clear that I’m not comfortable meeting him.

“doesn’t change how you were wrong” “you are completely wrong” ok so feeling uncomfortable meeting a guy who was displaying signs that he may potentially be dangerous is wrong. noted with thanks.

(don’t ask me about the copy cat thing though cause I deadass have no clue why that was being sent to me also lol)

I rejected his call, and by then I’ve blocked him because I was too tired to deal with his shit. And I thought it would be the last I heard of him until I swiped down on my notifications  and saw that this crazy (he deserves this label by now) called me 5 times 

and iMessaged me instead because he couldn’t reach me on Telegram anymore

(what was in the screenshot he sent to me)

“no wonder take so long to graduate”

“lowlife vermin”

“pathetic”

“retard”

“bitch”

“pathetic piece of shit”

(this guy was an NUS student btw)

but I just want to rebut the thing where he said that “it’s a fact you can’t get to know someone by text”

because just based on his outburst and the way he acted and reacted to things, I can kind of tell what kind of a person he is and what his attitude and personality is like:

- he is egoistical (obviously)  “I’m a nice guy” type person, can’t handle rejection

- most likely toxic (based on how verbally abusive he was, I wouldn’t be surprised if he verbally abuses a person to bring down their self-esteem before making it seem like the person can not live without him, and thereby trapping the person in a toxic relationship)

- disrespectful (especially towards women)

- and based on everything, he is most likely insecure 

update: found out who he is, and this isn’t the first time he’s done this shit and it pains me that I can’t expose his identity

[incantavaxx]

I’m not even gonna wait for a Skam Italia clip after they fed us so well yesterday (and on a weekend, they must be sick), so here’s a general update on the other remakes last seasons since I went silent on them:

- Druck: While I didn’t like season 1 that much, I already started to love it during season 2, but holy shit, Matteo season was amazing. He’s the best Isak character in my opinion and while I’m still loyal to OG and Niccolò for my favorite Even, David is a close second. I feel like they had some of the best Evak (and Isak) scenes out of all the remakes, sure as hell they changed the most (along with SkamES) and they really nailed Matteo’s character. I’ll be honest, if it wasn’t for Mamma Rametta, Giovanni Garau and the italian boysquad (still and forever unmatched, I’m sorry) this could actually be my favorite Evak season even as a whole. But when people say it’s their favorite, I totally get it. Druck is really something else, 

- SkamNL: This remake is fighting Druck for the title of my second favorite remake (after that problematic boring gay one that owns my ass, you know) and yes, I do have half of the SkamNL fandom blocked because that’s my police for cross-tagging lmao but that doesn’t change of one bit my love for this remake: Liv is lowkey my favorite Noora character and they also happen to have the best Vilde. Yes, I’m with the majority of the fandom here and I didn’t like the reunion clip with the wedding dress and how Noah behaved, but this doesn’t change how much I adored everything else. I’m weak for SkamNL aestetic, I won’t even start on it. I’m weak for their girlsquad. I’m weak for the last clip of this season and I totally didn’t cry screaming FOREVER YOOOUNG at the tops of my lungs. Also: FUCKING OG ESKILD WTF THEY DID THAT. 

- Skam France: It started amazing, it ended...well, it didn’t end yet, but we all know how it turned out. Again, I’m with the majority of the fandom in this: they should have never brought Charles back, if they did they should have let him behave like a decent human being OR not have him get back together with Manon, what they did doesn’t make sense. They took what everyone hated about OG season 4, the pointless, Sana unrelated Drama, and made it bigger and worse. Imane is an actual queen (and the actress is incredible) and the girlsquad doesn’t deserve her. I think this was the first time where I didn’t want them to make up, I wanted Imane to tell the girls to fuck off, go have fun with their racist new friend and just find a new group for her -Lucas being obviously part of her new group, my favorite clip of the season was the one where they skip school together and talk. I also love all the brother and dad clips, they added a lot more depth to her family than what they did in the OG. 

- Skam Austin: Really underrated season. Daniel is not the best William (he’s not even the worst tho) and Grace is not the best Noora, I didn’t like the first half of the season that much, a bit rushed, but they totally nailed the SA storyline and the scenes right after it happened, when Grace wakes up until she opens up  with the girlsquad about it, and even when she confronts the brother (”I thought you were chill” ICONIC), I think those were the best version of those scenes not only between the remakes but even better than the OG. Grace made me cry so fucking much. And even the talk between her and Kelsey when she tells her about Daniel, best version of that scene too, Kelsey had the most realistic reaction (and again, cried like a baby). The last clip of this season? Tyler with green nails? WOW. Not gonna lie, I was very meh during the first half, but I’m impressed as hell by the second half of the season.

- Skam Espana: This season didn’t even seem like an Evak season for how much they changed (and I’m not talking about them being girls -which is refreshing and very much needed btw), what they did was incredible and one of the changes I appreciated a lot was the fight between Cris and Joana, since we never actually saw any other Evak ‘fight’. The angst was heavy with this, but the happiness makes it so worth it. But. I honestly wish I didn’t love this season so much because seeing the cast making fun of pansexuality again after the very last clip really put me off, especially because they ended the season with a quote that has Even written all over it (Alt er love) and it just seems so hypocritical to me. I also read a lot about their argument and I understood their way of thinking, I know that they see it as a ‘we’re not discriminating, you’re the ones doing it’ and even if I don’t agree that means I understand that they don’t actually intend to be mean and it’s a lot more complicated than just someone being straight up hateful for no reason, but still, the facts are simple: Skam got so famous thanks to season 3, we all know that. Skam remakes only exist because Even existed. And Even is canonically pansexual. So if that is how the cast and the writers feel about pansexuality, they really have no business in doing a Skam remake, getting famous themselves indirectly thanks to that pansexual character, thanks to a show that supports pansexuality with every bit of itself. They’re all spitting on the plate they’re eating from and that keeps me from truly loving this remake even when it gave us a fucking good season.

Because that’s what’s fucked up, that we all heard about their panphobic opinions thanks to the platform that Skam gave them, without Skam we wouldn’t know who they are, we wouldn’t listen to them saying pansexuals don’t exist. 

I truly wonder how Julie Andem feels about the fact that the show where she put her heart, a show meant to support diversity, has now gave a platform to panphobia to be heard.

(I didn’t mean to snap but I snapped, oh well.)

#skam italia #druck #skam france #skam austin #skamnl