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Can I request a match up for Baldur's Gate 3 & Castlevania (Netflix) please?
My personality : I'm shy, timid, quiet & polite to strangers. With people I'm comfortable with, I'm loud, outgoing, playful, mature, responsible, motherly(to naughty friends), childlike(to mature friends/family) and sarcastic (unintentionally).
I'm kinda tomboyish as I wear over-sized t-shirts, baggy pants, sneakers but don't play sports or video games. I'm a slow learner, not smart, not strong, and not talented.
I'm pretty dense, straightforward, oblivious, and naive too.I get confused or misunderstand what people meant easily so it's best if you tell me straight to my face so I can't be mistaken. I'm also touch starved as I love giving & receiving affection but I only can hug one person and even then, I do my best to not overdo it.
I'm a hopeless romantic, sensitive, forgetful, & overthink often. I work as hard as I can & try my best & be careful as I can to everything I do, as I'm pretty clumsy & makes mistakes more often than most people. I try to help my family and friends as they've helped me & cared for me dearly.
I try to communicate properly & ask for their consent first before doing anything because I misunderstood that I had their permission before. I do my best to give people the benefit of doubt but I do have my limits. I don't really get angry often that even my family & friends are surprised when it happens once in a blue moon.
I don't believe in compliments I get occasionally or why my family & friends care for me because I don't see good things in myself only bad things.
I'm kinda perverted which contrasts my innocent & baby face. I keep it to myself though. I always need to let the cinema employees check my identity card to verify my age whenever I watch a R-rated movie.
Although a kind stranger realises I'm older than I looked when we talked about how I didn't lashed out in anger at someone who didn't do anything wrong to me because I know how it felt to be in that position.
Best attributes : None
Worst attributes : unintentionally sarcastic, not smart, not strong, dense, oblivious, naive, sensitive, overthinks a lot, clumsy, misunderstand easily, get confused easily, forgetful,unreliable. That's more but that's all I could think of.
Hobbies : drawing, reading manga, listening to music, fanfics especially reader inserts, and watching anime, movies, & cartoons. My favourite genre is romance but I love comedy, mystery, action, sci-fi, fantasy, and historical too! My favourite music genre is pop, but I also love ballads, & alternative rock!
Likes : music, fanfiction, manga, anime, cartoons, books (If I find it interesting), family, friends, potato chips, chocolate, cakes, bread, anyone who is kind, patient, supportive, helpful, tries at least, trustworthy, responsible, fair in general, respectful, flexible, honest, open-minded, humble, sincere, accepting, thoughtful, encouraging, forgiving, careful, understanding, wise, mature, cooperative, caring, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.
Dislikes : anyone who's rude, disrespectful, doesn't listen to others, refuse to admit mistakes, blames others for their mistakes, ignores people yet demands attention from them, demanding, won't acknowledge what you said, hypocritical, biased, irresponsible, careless, disloyal, inconsiderate, insensitive, inflexible, petty, hostile, untrustworthy, immature, uncooperative, unforgiving, judgemental, narrow-minded, self-centred, unethical, self-righteous, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.
MBTI : INFP-T
Preferred gender result : Male except Raphael, Emperor, Cazador, Thorm, and the Withers!
I'm open whether it's a poly or a monogomous answer.
Please & thank you!
A/N: Okay, first let me just say, HOLY SHIT, this is such a detailed ask! Thank you for being so specific as it really helps the matchup process! Secondly, I would like to say, OF COURSE YOU HAVE BEST ATTRIBUTES! You say so yourself, silly! You’re caring and considerate (always looking for consent, and giving people the benefit of the doubt), you’re hard-working (you try your best even though you’re clumsy and make mistakes often), and you’re extremely considerate, responsible, and self-aware (having this sense of duty to care for your family as they’ve cared for you in the past). 
I know it can be challenging to believe in yourself, god knows I don’t all of the time. But I just wanted to tell you that just by reading this I can tell you you’re an INCREDIBLE person worthy of all such love, friendship, respect, and happiness. And I wish for all of that for you. People give you compliments because they love you, and they want you to love yourself. I know we’re still technically strangers, but from this, I can tell you’re a brilliant, responsible, and empathetic young lady; I would feel proud to call you a friend. Feel free to message me if you ever need to talk, okay?
Okay… Sorry. Mushy rant over. On to the matchups!
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For you my Unconvinced Anon, I think your best matches are Halsin (BG3) and Hector (Castlevania)!
Your BG3 Matchup: 
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Halsin would be a great match for you! He’s kind and wise, and very soft-spoken. You’re extremely compatible as Halsin is fairly intuitive when it comes to feelings and relationships, so even if you are forgetful or misunderstood, it’s no matter. 
Halsin is also very forward and direct in telling people how he feels and what he wants. Some people (and some game players) can find this to be offensive. But Halsin does not intend to offend or overstep. And should you tell him to please reel it in, he will gladly do so. You too mention how you are often unintentionally sarcastic and straightforward. Halsin is someone who greatly appreciates this level of honesty in a partner. He finds it preferable to those who would play games or beat around the bush with their feelings. 
Halsin also likes your style. Druids tend to appreciate function over form in most that they do, and clothing is no exception. So long as you are comfortable, and covered enough to not break any public indecency laws, Halsin doesn’t care that you aren’t wearing flower skirts or embroidered coats. What works for you, works for him. Although yes, he still doesn’t see a big deal with people walking around naked. He’d fit right in at a nudist colony that’s for sure lol. But he understands not everyone is as comfortable with nudeness as he is, so he promises to remain clothed unless you would ask otherwise of him ;) 
Halsin appreciates your more mature, motherly nature. Especially since he can use all of the help he can get teaching and sort of parenting all of the orphans he’s taken into his new settlement, outside of the city. He admires how you inspire the children to be honest and kind in their actions, even when it may get them into trouble. You lead by example, and to Halsin, there simply is no better way to lead. 
He also rather enjoys your naughtier side. Gods know he certainly has one. And it’s always a comfort to find someone with an open mind surrounding such adult or perverse subjects as opposed to someone who would be judgemental and stick up their nose. 
Halsin is also very understanding when it comes to physical boundaries. Yes, he would love to be intimate with you, as well as hold you or cuddle during the long cold nights. But he also understands that not everyone is as friendly to touch as he is, so he will always ask for permission before touching you or hugging or kissing you. And who knows? Maybe in time the two of you can work through baby steps to a level where you feel comfortable with him touching you. Don’t worry, however, Halsin will still make a point to check in with you first. And if you don’t ever feel overly touchy, that’s fine too. Halsin enjoys your company just as much. 
However, Halsin does take a small issue with you not believing you have ‘best qualities’, as you said. He thinks you’re full of great qualities! He loves how excited you get when you talk about the latest historical romance novel you’ve read. He loves how considerate you are, especially when it comes to speaking to the children or irritated people, and how you don’t immediately assume the worst of them. He thinks it admirable. 
Halsin is an ENFJ (at least in my opinion), so when you are introverted, he’s extroverted. If you’re around unfamiliar people and feeling shy, he’ll do the talking for you, no problem. Halsin’s extroversion is also great for you because it can push you out of your comfort zone, and into trying new things and meeting new people. He’s always bragging about you, how incredible he thinks you are. And he proudly shows off the drawings you allow him to share. He just can’t help but beam when it comes to you. 
On the other hand, you’re both NFs (Intuitive Feelers), so you end up creating a very soft, and understanding harmonious relationship. You’re both highly empathetic and compassionate, so once you’re in a relationship together, you can stay in it for the long haul. You believe in working things out via communication and love. ENFJs are also driven by a need to be better, whereas you as an INFP, are driven by a sense of responsibility to do something important. The two of you understand that life is about those around you, not just about yourself. Your combined selflessness makes you the perfect couple!
And don’t tell him I said this, but get a few drinks in him and Halsin will reveal that he actually has a decent singing voice. Let him serenade you with old druidic ballads about the land and love and nature’s greatest creations. Just try not to blush too hard when he stops the song to inform you that in his eyes, YOU are nature’s greatest creation. 
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Your Castlevania Matchup: 
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Hector would be another wonderful match for you! He’s more on the quiet side, but once he develops a relationship with someone, he does open up and show off a more witty sort of dark-humored funny side. 
In the early seasons, Hector is also rather naive, almost childlike in his understanding of the world and the figures around them. He takes everyone at face value, not bothering to wonder if there’s something unsaid lying just beneath a conversation or agreement’s surface. Of course, once he is tricked by Carmilla into betraying Dracula, much of that changes. Sure, the childlike wonder and innocence Hector has for all of his undead animal creations is still there, but he’s matured. He’s learned. 
Hector would be a good match for you because he understands what it means to go through life not quite understanding what people are saying, and what’s more, being an outcast because of it. He will do his best to be direct/straightforward when talking to you because he knows you need it, and because he’s learned that when it comes to the people you love, honestly, however painful it may be in the short run, is the best policy in the long run. A temporary bruised pride or ego is nothing compared to the scar left by a former relationship that was ultimately built on lies. 
Hector also has a very distinct fashion sense. I mean, have you seen his hair? He’s gorgeous with that hair and skin and he doesn’t mind that others know it. He likes your more relaxed style. In Dracula’s court, he and Issac were always under such pressure to look clean-cut and important. It’s nice to be able to relax and not worry about his manner of dress when you’re around. 
And if anyone is touch starved, oh my god, it’s this man. Sure he had some experiences in the past, and then he spent a short while with Lenore, but it wasn’t the same. It didn’t mean what he wanted it to. It was all an illusion and a fleeting one at that. Hector doesn’t know what it means to feel a lover’s touch. He’s completely inexperienced in that department. He’s no stranger to sex, but what of softness and tenderness beyond that? Has he ever had one of those incredibly comforting bear hugs, the ones where both people wish they could stay there, holding onto one another for eternity? Has he ever sat next to his lover on the couch, their thighs just barely brushing up against one another, and felt safe, felt at home? Hector doesn’t know whether or not he’s touch-averse because touch is foreign to him. The two of you would get to learn together where each of your boundaries are, and how each of you would need to be touched to feel loved. The great bit is you’d be discovering all of that together. 
I would also argue that early seasons Hector, and even later Hector is a hopeless romantic. Not necessarily in the lovey-dovey sort of way, but in the looking to the future with rose-colored-glasses sort of way. His vision for Dracula’s future was certainly much more lush than what Dracula suggested. And his view of summoning souls into corpses in his forge-mastery is also clouded by this sort of soft, glamourized view. 
The other thing you have in common with Hector seems to be this recurring theme that you need to be or should be better for the people you love. Hector has a fair amount of guilt for doing what he did, with choosing to believe Carmilla over Dracula, with not understanding the true scope of either of the vampire’s plans. He feels like he let Dracula, Issac, vampire society, and humanity down. I can sort of hear a similar thing in your writing. Now, I don’t know the reason for you feeling this way, so I can’t relate it to Hector’s internal justification, but I can confidently say this: he understands, probably more than anyone, why you feel this way. He sees the way you shrug off his compliments, how you don’t seem to believe him when he says he’s proud of you and so happy he gets to share his second shot at life with you. He knows it will take time, but he won’t stop reminding you that, to him, you are beyond incredible. And he’s so unbelievably fortunate to have met you. 
In the past humans have treated him horribly. They’ve been all the things you dislike: closed-minded, judgemental, hypocritical, superiorly indignant… They cast him out. But you, you’re so kind, and considerate, empathetic, and humble. You are living proof that humans can be more than cruel and closed off- you’re the best humanity has to offer. Hector can’t believe he almost condemned someone like you, and the other side of humanity that you represent, to death. Knowing you, he swears he will never make a mistake like that again: no ignorant group judgments from here on out. 
Plus Hector is (in my opinion), an INTP. With you being an INFP, you’re both introverts who enjoy the quiet. The big difference is that you are an Intuitive Feeler, he’s an Intuitive Thinker, so he tends to be driven more by logic and facts rather than emotions. In some cases, this may result in Hector not quite understanding why you react to something because he’s looking at it from a distanced, scientific view. He may come off as critical at times because of this, but I believe his more recent experiences have taught him the importance of communication. As long as the two of you are willing, you should be able to talk these disagreements or misunderstandings out. It’s also great for him because you keep teaching him that some choices cannot be logically quantified, there’s no clear-cut rationale behind them. In a lot of instances, choosing to be kind doesn’t make sense: it doesn’t follow any specific rules or purpose, but it’s the right thing to do. Your unique approach to thinking about life and people and problem-solving pushes Hector to become more aware and compassionate when it comes to his fellow man. 
Plus, with his plans to write a book, and your love for interesting reading, Hector would love nothing more than for you to enjoy his writing, and offer any feedback you’d have. He values your opinion, your company, your… Well, everything. You mean the world to him. 
The two of you get to live a kind, peaceful life, with your friends, family, and of course, your own little army of undead pets to keep you company.  
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A/N: Holy fricken shit this answer is 2,000 words long! Whoops. My apologies. It kind of got away from me a little bit lol. I just want to reiterate for other readers, this isn’t my norm. These matchups are intended to be shorter. But this Anon here sounded like they could use some cheering up, so my creative juices jumped into hyperdrive. 
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writer652 · 7 months
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Astro Boy: Day of the Living Dead.
Chapter 1: Taku and Frank.
Taku Fujimoto considered himself the luckiest boy in the world.
Why?
Because he had the best robot caretaker ever: Frank, a new model launched last week. The machine was three meters tall, with big arms joined by a metal alloy that made them quite resistant.
Looking at him was like watching a cartoon. His chest was round like a pot, his arms protruded from his shoulders, and both had the shape and size of a tube; his hands could easily carry three small children. His stomach was a cylinder connected to his hips, another large piece of metal, with his feet was the same case was repeated as with his arms.
But without a doubt, the most outstanding feature of Frank was his head. Although his neck was made up of the cables that joined it to the rest of his body, the skull had a shape that was impossible not to associate with Frankenstein's monster. Since it had a rectangular shape, and for ears, he had two headphones that looked like screws, his name was not surprising.
In short, his appearance was terrifying, but Frank was programmed to be harmless unless his owner was threatened. As for Taku, he was eight years old, with green pickle hair, the same color as his eyes, and a student in the prestigious Metro City Elementary School. As with many children in the metropolis, parents were too busy working or having fun to look after their children, so robots did the job.
While many kids were depressed, Taku didn't care because he loved going everywhere with Frank. Although the time they shared was short, the two became great friends. Frank took him to school, prepared his food, and played with him. The best thing was that he was programmed to keep playing until the boy got tired since his battery lasted 48 hours before his next charge. And if the power source was powerful, it would be as good as new in less than an hour.
So that's why Taku considered himself the luckiest boy in the world. That day was just another example of that. Frank had just picked him up from school, and they were heading home, passing over one of the many motor-suspended bridges in the city.
Taku happily hummed a song while Frank stopped at a red light.
"Casey Junior's comin' down the track, comin' down the track, with a smoky stack," Taku hummed as he waved a finger, and then, he pointed at Frank.
"Hear him puffin', comin' round the hill, Casey's here to thrill, every Jack and Jill," Frank continued, drawing invisible circles in the air.
They both laughed, and Taku placed a hand on Frank's arm; he was happy to have a friend like him. Frank smiled back. Everybody said that robots did not love their owners and were just machines programmed to pretend.
But Frank disagreed; he loved Taku not because some silly program in his head forced him to but because Taku was funny, kind, and-- innocent. He couldn't imagine being with anyone other than his boy.
The light changed, and Frank returned his attention to the front, taking his foot off the brake when the earth shook. He held onto the steering wheel so hard that he broke it. While Taku jumped out of his seat. Luckily, he had his safety belt on.
"Frank! What happened?!" the scared boy asked.
"I dunno, Taku," he admitted, "but don't worry, it mustn't be anything serious, just engine failure or--"
He didn't have time to finish because of an explosion in the city; a great cloud of smoke stretched close to the Ministry of Science. Taku yelled as he saw debris flying in his direction. Frank's fatherly instinct kicked in. He grabbed him with both hands and yanked the boy off the seat, taking the belt.
"Don't be scared, Taku! I won't let anything bad happen to you," he said as he hugged him.
Taku began to cry into his big metal shoulder. Wasting no time, Frank jumped out of the car, destroying his own belt, and in the blink of an eye, he was out. Just after they left the vehicle, a large block of concrete fell on the car, smashing it to shreds like a crushed can.
"Frank!" Taku cried.
"Don't worry, Taku. I'm getting you out of here safe and sound!"
Frank hugged him tighter, but not enough to hurt him. More debris kept falling, and people were getting out of their cars and running on the bridge, trying to avoid the missiles. Frank zigzagged as more rubble fell, Taku screaming with each new impact. In the distance, the robot could see the exit, which led to a control room where they would be safe.
"Hang in there, Taku! We are almost there!"
There was another explosion, but it came from behind them. The ground began to collapse, and the people who stayed behind fell to their deaths. As the bridge was floating at the city limits, if the construction failed, everyone would fall fifty meters until colliding with the Surface. The screams soon turned into echoes. Frank looked over his shoulder. The crack had reached them, and before he could act, the floor collapsed, and they both fell into the abyss.
Taku screamed as he felt his body collapse, closing his eyes because he didn't want to see his terrible fate. Frank's body turned slightly in the air, almost ending on his head. His arms failed him, and he released his child.
"Taku, no!"
Tears floated in the air, marking Jack's descent. The young man never thought of death, but there he was, falling to his perdition. Until he felt someone grab his arm. Taku opened his eyes, and what he saw comforted him. The bridge had stopped collapsing, and Frank was holding onto the edge of the structure with one hand while holding him with the other.
"Taku, listen to me! I'm gonna push you up, okay?!"
He nodded; he would do anything to get out of there, not wanting to look down; if Taku did, he would pee in his pants.
"Alright, one," he swung Taku a bit, "two."
Taku swallowed and braced himself.
"Thr--"
Their bodies trembled because of the powerful air that hit them mercilessly, and then a roar came along. They both turned to see the city and what they saw made Taku urinate.
A gigantic robot was in the center, it was bigger than all the buildings, what's more, it seemed that skyscrapers were coming out of its back. Its color was metallic black, and red energy ran through its body, eyes, and chest. But the worst thing was that one of his hands was The Spirit of Freedom, the most potent weapon in all of Metro City, a battleship equipped with all the weaponry known to man. The robot roared again as it smashed another building. Taku yelled; until that day, he believed that monsters only existed in stories, but now he saw a real one. He started to cry and shake. Frank groaned; his hand was slipping off the edge. Taku's sudden movements didn't let him get a good grip; he understood why he was scared. Hell, if that robot got close to them, they wouldn't stand a chance, but he had to calm him down, or they would both fall into the void.
"Taku, listen to me!" He shouted at him, "We can get out of this! But you need to calm down! I'm here; I won't let anything happen to you!"
Taku stopped agitating, lowered his head, closed his eyes, then raised them. Their eyes met, and Frank smiled; he was terrified but knew that if he smiled, he would calm the little boy down. After all, he trusted him completely. Seeing the serenity of the robot, Taku settled down; Frank would never let anything happen to him.
"That's my boy! Now, I'm gonna throw you up; are you ready?"
Taku nodded.
"Okay, here we go."
Frank swung him back and forth, then tossed him over the bridge; Taku screamed as he flew into the air. He fell on the hard metal with a thud. His arm would be purple, but that would be it, anyway; the pain did not matter to him.
"Frank!" Without wasting time, he went to peek out; his robot friend was still hanging.
"Don't worry, Taku," he held onto the edge with his other hand and started to climb, "I'm going after--"
The part he was holding on to broke. Taku's eyes widened, and his heart stopped. Frank had both arms outstretched as he fell towards the clouds.
"Taku!!!!"
"Frank!" He yelled in response, stretching an arm as if he could reach the robot.
But Frank didn't stop falling, fading more until he was out of sight.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" Taku howled in sorrow, his scream louder than the monster.
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fandom-monium · 3 years
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For the Holidays
Summary: In which Spencer does not want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”
WC: 2.1k
Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), Morgan trying to be a good big bro (and wingman)
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Spencer Reid does not hate Christmas.
“Reid, come on⎼”
“No.”
“Just listen to me.”
“I did, and it’s a stupid idea.”
No, really. Because hating Christmas would imply he didn’t care. Which he does.
Like when Garcia never fails to drag him into decorating the bullpen every year. Obnoxious Christmas music plays in the background as they bomb Hotch’s office, and it’s worth the smile on his face when he walks in the next morning.
It would mean hating Rossi and his extravagant dinner parties. And yeah, he always hosts but these are just as special if not more so. His mansion is decked in fairy lights and streamers, the food are traditional holiday recipes, and the whole place seems a little less massive.
And he doesn’t hate his breaks. He nearly spits out his coffee when Morgan grumbles about how he almost tripped and fell over from the ice. He has to scramble away as the older man bats at him.
Or when Prentiss drops off holiday-themed pastries? Mhm, just thinking of the ribbon-tied box makes him salivate.
Hating the Christmas card is completely out of the question. Henry and Michael make them every year for the entire team, and JJ makes an effort to shake them out carefully for. It has a boyish charm Spencer never had at their age, a mess of glitter and construction paper. He displays it on his desk anyway.
And you. It would mean hating all the various hot chocolate beverages you’ve made since December started.
Apparently, it’s serious business⎼the art of hot chocolate making. You’ve leaned against his desk, hands waving about as you try to articulate to him the relevance, going over anything and everything you can remember of its history and significance. Of course, he knows all of this already, but he likes you too much to stop you. He almost releases a loving sigh. Instead, he settles for nodding and grinning at you, and he doesn’t really get it but he loves it: the hot chocolate, your pensive expression as you await his critique, even though by now he’s sure you know he has no other comments except ‘delicious’.
He loves it all. He loves you⎼all of you guys. Obviously.
So, no. He does not hate Christmas.
But that doesn’t mean he loves it either.
Which is why, when Morgan leans against his desk, he greets him as normal, a smile forming on his lips as he sets his book down. There is no danger here, except Morgan’s guns. And the heinous green and red envelope between his fingers⎼
Where the hell did he get that.
Spencer’s blood froze. His collection of trauma was nothing compared to this.
Now here he is, packing away his things so he can go home to his warm, cozy apartment and order takeout like he does every year. He's not one for change. No need to break tradition.
But Morgan is acting like a child. Wait, no, even children are better behaved than this. Children at least give up faster.
“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea.”
“As a certified genius, I can say with all honesty, it is not.”
“I promise you it’ll be fine,” Morgan reassures him, voice soothing. The letter, colorful and bright and an eye sore, mocks Spencer. He wishes his reflexes were faster, so he can snatch the abhorrent cluster of sparkles and poorly printed holiday cartoons. And shred it.
Maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll burst into flames.
“Morgan, my class hated me. The whole school hated me,” Spencer shoves another book into his satchel. It's harder than he means to, and he sends a silent apology to Stephen King; he usually handles his books with care. But not right now. Now, he's tired and exasperated and he just wants to curl up on his couch with The Doctor. "I'm sure I won't be missed."
"But you’re the life of the party!"
Spencer looks up.
Morgan winces, "Yeah, even I wouldn't believe me.” Spencer snorts, continuing to stuff his belongings into his satchel. Morgan’s relentless however. “But you deserve to show them up. You’ve got degrees⎼plural⎼and you're a hotshot FBI agent.”
“Are you not aware of the tragedy that is my high school social experience?”
“Oh, I'm very aware, and thank you for being vulnerable with me. But it's because I care that I’m telling you.”
Morgan’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder, making Spencer pause. He meets his gaze, the man’s expression solemn.
“You deserve to rub it in their faces until the only thing they can smell is your success.”
Morgan grins when that draws out a laugh from him.
Spencer huffs, “Shouldn't we be the bigger person here by not going?”
The older man grimaces, retracting his hand as if the idea offends him. “Fuck that. Be a show off! They deserve to be knocked down a peg after what they did to you in high school.”
Spencer bites his lip. Yes, he’s accomplished, and yeah, as Morgan said, he’s a ‘hot shot FBI agent’. But the memories surge in like a broken dam, cruel laughter and harsh words crashing into him as if he’s twelve years old again. He’s an adult now, so he doesn’t topple over from the impact like before, but the pain is a phantom limb, old and familiar, and leaves a pit in his stomach.
He was a child prodigy then. How would going back as he is now be any different?
Morgan's heart clenches when an unspoken pain flits across Spencer’s face, glossing over his eyes. He can't imagine how deep the emotional scars go, but he knows Spencer needs some form of closure from his past. So when he found the invite, he knew they had to seize the chance. If he wants to continue to move forward, Spencer has to learn to let go. And right now, this is his first class ticket. It’s why he’s pushing this so hard.
This is for Spencer.
But the doctor shakes his head, a strained smile tugging his lips. “Morgan, I had no friends. Even if I go, what am I supposed to do once I arrive? It'd be awkward enough as is.”
“True,” The older man contemplates, a light bulb going off as he snaps his fingers. “You know what you should do? Ask (Your Name) to go with you.”
“(Your Name)?” Spencer jolts, fumbling to catch his phone. Despite being a man of science, his eyes dart around, like you’re a demon summoned at the mention of your name. “Wha-what? Why?”
“They could act as your buffer. And you did say you wanted to be closer with them. This is the perfect opportunity,” Morgan shrugs. Like his suggestion is common sense, logical. Maybe it is.
But this is you they’re talking about. You would never. You’re too cool for a silly high school reunion.
At least, that’s what he’s convinced himself as Spencer’s face pinches. He catches his lip with his teeth. “Morgan, I appreciate the… thought, but I could never ask (Your Name).”
“Ask me what?”
… Oh no. You are a demon.
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Spencer whirls around in time to see the glass door shut behind you. You stand there in all your poise and beauty, the fluorescent lights softening your expression. You're bundled up in a matching coat and scarf, the knitted beanie snug on your crown and clashing with your outfit (Garcia told you it’s not your Christmas present, but you’ve worn it everyday since). There’s sprinkles of snow all over you.
You’re not a demon, Spencer decides, even as you brush a clump off your shoulder, nose scrunched in annoyance. More like a snow angel.
You tilt your head curiously when Spencer doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a knowing look on his face as Morgan, realizing the poor guy probably won’t respond any time soon, steps up.
“(Your Name), I thought you went home already.”
You cross the bullpen. “I was. Garcia walked me down and I got to the courtyard. Then I realized she had me so distracted that I left my phone charger,” You rummage around your desk and without looking up, you reiterate, “So ask me what?”
Spencer blinks. “What?”
“You had something to ask me, right?”
Right. That. He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “Actually, I don’t⎼oof.”
Morgan jabs his side, “Yes, there is something Reid needs to ask you.” He sends him a meaningful look.
“Shoot.” You nod to them before rifling through your desk drawers. Nope, not there. You card through files and office supplies, oblivious to the conversation Spencer and Morgan have with their eyes, shooting looks and mouthing at each other.
You bend over your desk as Morgan gestures, Ask them!
Spencer shakes his head vigorously, No!
Do it, or I'll do it for you, he mouths.
Spencer squints at him. You wouldn't.
Morgan smirks and Spencer's heart drops to his stomach. Before he can run, shout for help, literally anything, the man slings a buff arm around his shoulders, forcing Spencer to slightly bend down to his level, hugging him to his side.
He's trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Fuck.
“Reid is going to his high school reunion,” Morgan starts, biting back a grin when the nerd squirms against him. Both men boys watch, one excited and the other petrified as you disappear behind your desk.
“That’s nice.”
"Yeah. But all his classmates are older than him and married…“
“Uh-huh…” You scan the dark floors, half-listening as Spencer frowns at the unnecessary detail. He never told Morgan such a thing. He didn’t even know, so how would Morgan-?
“So, can you guys pretend to be a couple or something?”
Thud.
“What!?”
Luckily, neither of you notice the other’s surprise as Spencer chokes on air at the same time you let out a pained hiss.
Morgan lets him pull away, withholding a snicker. “You good, (Your Name)?”
“I’m okay!” Your head pops up from under your desk as you rub the top of your head. You blink owlishly. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me to pretend to be your partner?”
“Yes! But Reid’s partner,” Morgan emphasizes, slapping the doctor’s back hard enough he nudges forward.
You stand and Spencer straightens up, trying not to fidget as your gaze burns into his. You’ve known each other for quite some time now, and while Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well, it bothers him when your expression becomes unreadable. He knows it shouldn't but it does. He’s a profiler, yet your thoughts are completely obscured by a mask. It only makes him more nervous than he already is.
His skin feels hot when your eyes trail over him, and he prays his scarf is enough to cover the flush spreading from his neck.
He's about to disintegrate when you finally answer.
"Okay."
His brow shoots up and his heart flips. You move away from your desk as he sputters, "Really? Are⎼are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your way.”
“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Why?” You step closer, and he can’t breathe, not without it hitting your face. You stare him down the bridge of your nose, eyes narrowed. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”
“What? No, of course not!”
You raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Then it’s settled? We’ll pretend to be a couple for your reunion thing?"
A beat of silence. Spencer realizes you're waiting for his confirmation. But panic rises like bile in his throat and he hesitates.
Maybe he should back out now, retract the entire conversation and take the embarrassment like a man. Tell you he was never planning to attend the stupid reunion because his classmates were (and probably still are) assholes. Honesty is key to any relationship after all.
Especially between coworkers. Ahem.
A flicker of movement and Spencer glances over your shoulder. Morgan nods frantically at him, teeth flashing as he grins wider than before. He gives him two thumbs up.
Maybe, for once, he should pull a Morgan and just vibe it.
Yeah. Yeah!
Swallowing, he nods to you, giving you his signature white-person smile because he's sure if he speaks he might blurt out something completely inappropriate. Like statistics on workplace relationships (they’re great reading material, okay).
Your lips quirk up. "Cool. Text me the details when you get the chance.”
You brush past him before he manages a reply, your footsteps fading. Morgan waggles his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer blankly stares after you.
“What just happened?”
“You just got a date to your reunion. A fake date, mind you, but you’re welcome nonetheless,” Morgan smirks at him. “So, you got a plan, Pretty Boy?”
His face falls, and the hearts in his eyes⎼shit, had they always been there?⎼chip slightly.
He does not have a plan.
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“Did you do it?”
“It went all according to plan, Mama.”
AN: I fucked myself over and wrote 7k+ and still counting. Now it’s an unplanned holiday mini series. This kind of stems from Bonding as this uses Mysterious!Reader. Also, I seem to be into pining (fuck established relationships, suffer in silenceee). Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you still enjoy this one shot!! 
One of the biggest disappointments of CM: Spencer doesn’t confront his high school bullies. I read several fics of him doing so, but a lot of them have the bullies be just as much of an asshole as they were to him in the past, but he deserves more closure. 
This will be my take on it. It’ll be a lot of pining but I hope to focus on the his hardships in a less angsty, dramatic way.
Hope you enjoy it!! There will be at least 3 parts?
Also, spread the usage of the term ‘partner’, which can be used for same-sex and opposite-sex relationships.
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agerefandom · 4 years
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Cold Palms, Warm Words
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Regressor!Reader (she/her pronouns), cg!Alice Cullen, Jasper Cullen
Words: 2,000
Summary: A stressful day at school finds you huddled in the bathroom, trying to feel bigger than you are. Help comes unexpectedly from Alice, one of your classmates, who seems to know exactly what you need.
Warnings: Involuntary regression in a school setting, anxiety, tears, and ~secret vampires~ (also, a reader who uses she/her pronouns!)
Written for @babymaxsworld​! (I love Alice and had a lot of fun with this prompt, thank you so much!)
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You’re usually so good about not regressing at school. Some days, you bring your smallest stuffie to school in your backpack, just so you know that there’s a friend nearby, but you always try to stay big in class. Regression is for home, when you can close your door and cuddle up with all of your plushies to watch a cartoon.
But it’s a Friday afternoon, and you’re in the middle of math class, and you just can’t focus. You know that a hug from your stuffie would be so nice right now, but you can’t just bring them out in the middle of class. The thought of that comfort, so close yet so far away, is almost enough to make you tear up. Your throat is starting to hurt, and the numbers on the board are absolutely incomprehensible. Your pen is resting on the page, but it hasn’t moved in at least half an hour.
You can feel that you’re about to start crying, and you don’t want to draw any attention to yourself, but you take a shaky breath and put up your hand.
“Yes?” the teacher asks, pausing his lecture to look at you.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” you ask, clenching your pen between your fingers and willing your voice to be steady.
“Sure.” He walks over to his desk to get the hall-pass, and you stand up to take it on the way out. You try to smile at him as you leave, and he gives you a concerned look. You probably look almost as bad as you feel, but he hands over the hall-pass and you hear him picking up his lecture as you close the door behind you.
Once you’re in the empty hallway, you make a beeline for the bathroom and shut yourself into the stall in the corner. You didn’t see anyone else in here, but you still try to keep quiet as you let yourself begin to cry. You’re too small to be here, with all of these big kids, and you can’t do all this stupid complicated math! You want to be home with all of your stuffies and your softest blankets, and you couldn’t even take your backpack to the bathroom to get a hug from a single stuffie.
It’s not fair!
You curl up on the toilet seat as you start to cry harder, tears dripping down your face as you try to wipe them away. You want your sippy cup and your comfiest PJs and you want to take a nap after you finish crying. The last place you want to be is school, and the last thing you want to be is a big kid.
Through your tears, you hear the door to the bathroom swing open. Immidiately, you put both hands over your mouth, stifling the sobs that have started hiccupping in your chest. You try to stay still as footsteps come down the stalls towards you, but you can hear yourself sniffling quietly in the silence.
Then the person in the aisle calls your name softly, and you realize that you recognize the voice. It’s Alice, from your math class. She’s one of the Cullens, a family in your town that’s well known for being both wealthy and made up of extremely good-looking people. You’ve shared a few classes with Alice; she’s always drawing in the back of the class, but manages to answer the teacher correctly whenever they call on her. You’ve snuck a peek at some of her doodles: they’re as impressive as everything else that she does.
You’re really not sure why she’s in the bathroom calling for you.
She stops outside your stall door and calls your name again gently.
“Are you in there? It’s alright, I just brought your backpack. I thought you might want it.” Sure enough, she slides it under the door.
You reach for it, hug it to your chest. You don’t know if you can talk right now, but you do your best.
“Thank you. Y’didn’t need to.” Your voice is high and shaky, and Alice’s is smooth and calming.
“It’s no problem. I told the teacher that you hadn’t been feeling well, so he’s not expecting you back in class.”
This kindness has a wave of relief washing over you, and you hear yourself starting to cry in earnest again.
“Oh, no, honey. Don’t cry.” Alice sounds distressed on the other side of the door. “Is there anything I can do? Do you want a hug?”
“A hug’d be nice.” You try to say it like a joke, but you’re crying too much to pass it off.
“If you let me in, I promise I’ll give you the best hug ever,” Alice says.
How could you say no to an offer like that? You unlock the door to the bathroom stall.
Alice is standing outside, with her spiky black hair and today’s odd dress, a black patchwork that makes her look like a little doll. She smiles when she sees you, a relieved expression like she was scared you wouldn’t open the door.
“Hi,” you say, suddenly shy and aware that you’re curled up on a toilet with your arms wrapped around your backpack like a lifeline.
“Hi,” Alice replies, still smiling at you. “Do you want that hug now?”
You nod wordlessly and drop your backpack to hold out your arms. She sweeps forward and picks you up with a strength you didn’t expect from her slight form. You wrap your legs around her waist automatically, and then she’s giving you the best hug of your entire life. There’s nothing except for Alice in the whole entire world: her dark hair, her sweet smell, her strong arms holding you close and safe. You melt against her, and she hums happily as you relax.
“There, honey. You’re okay, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. You don’t need to worry anymore.” The words make you sob into her shoulder, words that are exactly what you needed to hear.
“M’sorry,” you mumble, aware that you’re crying on a girl that you hardly know.
“Shhh, don’t be sorry. I’m here to take care of you.” Alice’s hand brushes through your hair and down your back, firm and soothing. “Don’t worry, honey.”
Your tears start to lighten, and you’re hit all of a sudden with the bone-deep weariness that always comes after crying.  
“Tired.” Your voice sounds distant and hoarse.
“Then sleep,” Alice tells you. “Everything will be fine. You’re safe.”
Her soft voice leaves no room for doubt, and you feel yourself drifting down into sleep as soon as she speaks. The last thing you hear is her voice humming a lullaby you don’t recognize.
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You wake up slowly to the feeling of someone petting your hair.
“I wasn’t going to leave her,” you hear a voice say. “She needed someone with her, and I saw myself helping.”
“She’s awake now,” another voice replies from further away. “Do you want me to go?”
“It’s alright.” The fingers switch from your hair to run across your cheek, the touch feather-light. “She’ll like you, I can tell.”
You feel cozy and safe and small. There’s a blanket wrapped around you, soft against your cheek, and it keeps you warm even though the fingers of the person holding you are ice cold. You wiggle a little bit as you come to consciousness, humming at the feeling of being held.
“Good morning, little one.” Alice’s voice is familiar and warm. “How are you feeling?”
You manage to make a happy little sound at her, and she laughs.
“You’re so little!” Alice says, but she doesn’t sound mad about it. She tickles the side of your neck and you can’t help but giggle, squirming in your tightly-wrapped blanket. “I knew that sleeping would be good for you.” You can tell from the smile in her voice that she’s proud of herself.
You try to tell Alice that she’s silly, but your words aren’t working right now, and you can only make a little burbling noise at her. She beams down at you, and now that your eyes are open, you can see you’re in the backseat of a car, the top half of your body draped across Alice’s lap and cradled in her arms. You try to sit up to see where you are, but she runs her hands through your hair again and you melt back into her arms.
“Don’t worry,” Alice murmurs. “We’re only a block away from the school, a little off the road. I thought you’d want to be somewhere safe when you woke up.”
Some of the words register, and you smile at Alice contentedly. She’s very nice, and she took care of you all the way here. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so small and safe before. Your brain isn’t working, but that’s okay, because Alice is here to pet your head and that means everything is okay.
“You’re very out of it,” Alice says fondly. “Would you like to meet someone?”
Your eyes go wide. You’re not supposed to meet people when you’re like this, it’s a secret! No one is supposed to know that you can’t think like a big kid sometimes. Alice sees your panic and reacts quickly.
“It’s okay, sweetie, it’s just Jasper. He’s my partner, remember him?” Alice shifts you in her arms easily, lifting you up so that you can see into the front seat. Her hands are strong and steady, but you still start to panic as you see another familiar person in the front seat.
Jasper turns to you and the panic starts to fade, replaced by calm as natural as breathing. He has bright golden eyes, and the light filtering through the clouds is enough to make his long curling hair a mess of shadow and highlights, like an old painter used his smallest brush to pick out the details.
“No worries,” Jasper tells you, and it’s true. Your worry has vanished, as if it was never there. “I just do what Alice tells me,” he adds in a whisper. “And she said to be very nice to you and not to tell anyone else.”
You laugh at him. He sounds silly when he whispers and you like his hair.
“I think that Alice likes you a lot,” Jasper says in that same stage-whisper. “She wouldn’t let go of you.”
“Jasper!” Alice’s arms tighten protectively around you. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I think she wants to adopt you,” Jasper finishes, with a wicked smile at Alice behind you.
“He’s so mean to me,” Alice says, burying her nose in your hair. “I don’t know why I love him.”
You draw an arm free of the blanket and reach out for Jasper, noticing the way his cheeks fold on themselves when he smiles. They look soft, and you want to touch them. However, as soon as you put a hand out, he flinches back from you, retreating into the front seat.
You begin to tear up at the sudden movement. You must have done something wrong, but why did he go away? You reach out for the front of the car with renewed insistence, whining in your throat.
“Oh, honey, no,” Alice says, pulling you back against her softly. “Jasper is shy, that’s all. He likes to talk, but no touch, okay?” She captures your outstretched hand and folds it between her own. Her skin is cool and ungiving, but the touch is gentle.
“Sorry.” Jasper’s voice is hushed, almost too quiet for you to hear.
“It’s okay.” Alice soothes both of you, rubbing your hand between her palms. “You’ll get used to each other.” Her voice turns mischievous, and she bounces you slightly on her lap, making you giggle at the motion. “I can see that you’ll get along very well in the future.”
That makes Jasper laugh as if Alice told a joke, and you can’t help but laugh along because you’re happy. Here in Alice’s arms, you can’t imagine the future being anything but perfect.
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marvel-m-lee · 3 years
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Alone, Bored and Mischievous~
Words- 2034
Fandom- Rick and Morty
Focus Characters- you, Jerry, Rick
Summary- You were bored in the house and in the house bored, everyone else was out apart from Jerry so you decided to hang out with your favourite dad.
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You were bored as fuck. You wondered around the house, unsure if what to do. Everyone seemed to be doing their own things; summer had gone to the mall with Beth- your adopted mother- Jerry was reading a newspaper in his 'man cave', Morty was out and you had no clue where Rick had gone so you assumed the two were on an adventure.
You wandered around the house aimlessly. Usually you'd go out with friends or have plans but everyone else had plan today with family or dates or other shit. So you were left alone.
You looked at the couch, sitting down and wondering if you should watch some interdimentional tv, you turned the tv on and grabbed a remote, sitting on the couch.
You were wearing some pretty lazy stuff although it was hot out. It wasn't burning but it was definitely hot enough, you wore an over sized baby blue t-shirt with a little bee on the breast saying 'bee-kind' and some casual black leggings with no socks or shoes. Your hair was down and partly messy, thought you had brushed it prior.
You flicked through a variety of shows, ranging from cartoons to 4th Dimensional shit. But nothing grabbed your interest, you mostly just wanted to do something, not just sit around. You looked at the nintendo, perhaps you could play some games? But the idea quickly faded as you just weren't interested in it right now.
You got up and turned off the TV, putting the remote back. You even thought about eating, but you were just bored so there was no point.
You then decided to go nose around the house, no one was hone so it couldn't hurt right? You'd already nosed around in the main areas so you decided to go to Rick's room.
Ah what a genius you are.
Fucking nutcase.
Anyways you slopped off to his room, you wandered down the downstairs hall behind the stairs and quickly found the old farts room. You peeked inside, no one around, you looked around to make sure no one was around either, Jerry would have been to busy to notice anyway.
You stepped into the room and looked around, a messy bed, messy floors, his notes covered his walls, boxes were stacked upon each other filled with whatever Rick collected, his draws were slightly open and random clothing and paper falling down and more. You looked over the mans bed, questioning how he could sleep on a bed so low and so unsteady.
Even this bored you, you really had nothing catching your interest, even mischief was killing you.
You left the room, though before you did, you left a little surprise for Rick under his bed.
You left and trotted down the halls, finding your way to Jerry's man cave. Maybe you could hang out with him, he was like your dad after all.
You entered the room to see him sitting on a recliner chair watching some show about you had no clue, nor did you take any interest.
"Hey J" you rhyme, smiling at him. Jerry paused the show quickly and sat up smiling too. He waved pathetically but appreciated the nickname. You usually did this anyway, and he had a nickname for you too.
"Hey Mischief" he said, one of the best nicknames he'd come up with in a while, though he'd been calling you it for years. You usually caused mischief in the family, earning you the appropriate title.
You wandered over to Jerry, standing next to the recliner and looking at the TV. "What cha watching?"
"Nothing, what cha doing?" Jerry asked, brushing off his show. You raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"I'm just hanging out with my favourite dad"
Jerry's face went sick and tears filled his eyes at the thought.
"Awwww y/n!" Jerry got up and pulled you into a hug making you laugh, you swatted him away, pulling out of it.
"Alright sap king" you laughed, Jerry just rolled his eyes.
"Anyway what are really up too?" Jerry asked, knowing your mischievous ways. You shrugged with a slight smirk, you really wanted to cause some mischief right now.
"Uh-huh... okay-" Jerry eyes you but the two of you left to go to the kitchen to grab a drink. You chatted about some strange things and then about a job for Jerry.
"Yeah I found this job application" you explained, leaning over the kitchen's side as he got you both a drunk from the sink.
"No way really?!" He asked excitedly. "What about?"
"Its nothing fancy, just a couple of ads" you shrugged as if it was nothing, taking the water Jerry had poured out for you.
"Thank you y/n! Thank you thank you thank you!" Jerry jumped with joy as the two of you headed into the living room to watch TV. And seeing a way to cause mischief you jumped over the couch and slid right under where Jerry was about to sit.
"Y/n!"
"Jerry!"
Then when he went to sit next to you you just laid across the whole couch.
"Jerry I'm trying to watch TV!" You whined, pointing at the black screen. Jerry loomed at the TV to see if you actually were, but obviously you weren't, just pulling his leg. You burst out laughing and he mocked you.
"Ha ha! Very funny. Now move" he ordered, though it was in his own pathetic Jerry way.
"Nah, I'm quite comfortable here" you explained, placing the drink on the table and stretching out with your arms under your head like when someone was sunbathing.
"Oh really now?" Jerry asked, putting his drink down too. A slight teasing in his voice.
"Mhm! You should try this out- oh wait" you laughed in mockery, only joking around as not to hurt his feelings. But quickly your laughter turned slient as he fluttered his hands over your open armpits. Your eyes opened wide and you stared st the Jerry looking down at you, glaring at him.
You had closed your armpits now, looking a little silly on the couch having lost your confidence. Jerry noticed this and smirked, smiling as though he had no clue what was going on.
"Is everything okay?" He taunted. He was a dumbass, a pain in the ass, pathetic, but a great dad for the most part. He knew in every way to embarrass his kids and loved to do it together it was on purpose or just his pathetic ways.
You glared at him, staying in the same position.
"Jerry."
"Y/n?"
The smirk on his face only grew as he acted more and more stupid. He reached his hand down and squeezed your belly, making you jerk and almost fall off the sofa though you didnt due to him being there.
"Jeherry. Jerry dont" you ordered, though it partly sounded like pleading, your hidden laughter mixing with your words. Jerry only answered with a little squeeze in the centre of your belly making a dumb smile break through on your mouth before you quickly got rid of it.
"What's wong y/n?" Jerry teased in a babys voice. You always hated when he did that, making you giggle even more but trying to act tough you tried your hardest not to laugh.
"N-nothing. Move ya big ball sack!" You told him, pushing him out of your face, holding back giggles. You always sounded like such a baby when you giggled, especially nervously. Not like the strong independent wOmAn you are on missions who can fight and comprehend almost anything.
"Hehey! Watch it" Jerry laughed as he was pushed backwards. You chuckled as he fell backwards a little bit but stay stood up over you. He had a wide smirk on his mouth and you were doubting whether or not you should have caused mischief in the first place.
"Y/n?" He asked, stepping closer sl you couldn't run.
"W-what?" You stuttered, a bit nervous now.
"I have a question"
"I don't think I wanna hear it-" you muttered slightly, looking for a way of escapism.
"Please! Just one tiny little question." He begged as he crouched down, trying to hide his smirk. You never minded when Jerry tickled you, you didn't hate being tickled either, you actually enjoyed the memories but you hated the taunting, the taughtig was terrible. You'd go all ready and squeal, unable to talk from being flustered so much.
But you knew there was no escape from this.
"Jerrryyyyy" you begged silently.
"Pleaseeeeee?"
You sighed, looking down in defeat.
"What..."
"Y/n?"
"What Jerry!" You whined, pooking up into his eyes. Though it was a horrible mistake, full of mischief and taunting, a large smirk on his face.
His hands darted to your sides as he threw you back.
"Are you ticklish?" He knew the answer, darting his hands up your sides making you squeal suddenly and then giggle like a child as you were slammed into the couch. You desperately pushed at his hands as your face turned a light pink.
"Jeheherry! Nohoho" you giggled, pushing and wiggling out of his grip. He grabbed you though and threw you onto the couch slightly, you were a great fighter, slippery and incredible but you were light as a feather no matter what. Even Jerry could swoop you up for a quick moment.
He stood over you as his hands squeezed and dances over the skin, slowly making their way up your ribs making you kick out as you tried to hide tour laughter, clamming your mouth shut so no one would hear, though no one was home and everyone knew except Rick.
"MmMHMm!" You muffled and tried to compel your laughter, wiggling as Jerry straddled you between his legs, dancing his fingers up your ribs. Weak bitch in fighting but tickle fights? It was such a Jerry thing.
He even fir a quick moment brought a hand to your neck, light tickles causing you to tuck in as he brought it back down to your side and ribs. You pushed and pulled at his wrists but nothing worked. You were dying behind a clenched smile.
Jerry skillfully shot his hands into your armpits making you squeal extremely loud, almost rolling off the couch with giggly screeching laughter. It wasn't even your worst spot, you were just surprised.
You rolled off the couch and ran to the kitchen, standing over the counter so Jerry couldn't get you easily, and good thing too, you both heard a voice call out if everything was alright in there and Rick stood outside the garage door with his casual light blue shirt on and pants having working on something in the garage this whole time.
You turned around for a split second to see if Rick was actually there, Jerry detracted too. You quickly span around though and pointed a finger from him to Rick.
"HE CAN NEVER FIND OUT!" You yelled particularly loud, a slight bit out of breath from the attack. Your face was bright red by now and your hair a bit messy. Jerry was smiling wide and laughing at your reaction. Rick just gave it a weird ass look.
"What uurrp-" Rick questioned before being interrupted by his own burp. You only snapped your neck to look at him so he could see your bright red and flustered face.
"What the-"
"SHUT UP"
"She's really-" you snapped your head and glared at Jerry, screaming.
"SHUT UP JERRY!" You really never minded the tickles, but once more, having to watch someone let out your secret of being tickled? It only meant the other person would tickle you more. It was human. And embarrassing.
You didnt care if Rick knew, but you really did. You didnt wanna seem weak, or babish. You didn't want him to know you actually enjoyed the tournament, not that anyone did know. Still.
"FUCK YOU ALL" You yelled, walking out of the room, bright and flustered.
Rick gave you a look and then Jerry, Jerry put up a hand to talk.
"She's really-" he whispered slightly but you leaned back into the room and yelled at him to shut up.
"NO!"
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petri808 · 5 years
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The Wishing Well
Whew, I made it lol.  This is my story for the awesome @nalufever for the Nalu server’s secret Valentine’s Exchange.  LoL we had each other!  Omg, I hope you like it, I was trying to come up with a story around the idea we once talked about.  It ended up being a fluffy short story lol.  Okie here we go.
“Miss Lucy!” the little girl waves her hand excitedly from across the room.  “Miss, Miss, Miss!”
“Yes, Wendy?” the teacher’s aide walks up to the table and kneels, “are you finished with your drawing?” Nodding her head with a small blush upon her cheeks, the child holds her drawing up for Lucy to see.  “That’s wonderful Wendy!  Is that your cat?  But why is it blue?”
Wendy smiles wide, “name’s Happy!  Don’ know why he blue tho but it’s cute!”
“Yes,” Lucy chuckles, eyes brimming with delight, “he’s very cute!”  
Content with the response, Wendy goes back to doodling a new cartoon while the teachers aid floats around the room checking on other students.  Lucy loved this part time job even though it wasn’t quite in the field she was studying for, the credit still counted, the pay was decent, and not to mention the students were adorable most of the time.  Of course, there were a few that could be a handful, but nothing the bubbly 22 yr old blonde couldn’t handle and besides, the teacher Mirajane was also a blessing to work with.
Storytime was probably Lucy’s favorite part of the day.  Books had always been her sanctum even from a young age and to impart that same love into these children was like paying it forward for the new generation.  They would gather round her with their snacks, the eager little faces and once a week she even delighted them with original little stories she would create just for them.  Filled with characters like Princesses and Dragons, of mythical elves and other magical creatures, even using their names mixed in to make it come alive for the awestruck youngsters.
Lucy smiles from her desk, this school year was shaping up to be a great one.
Across town at Magnolia University, a young man hurries out of class.  Checking his phone, he’s got 30 minutes to get to the primary school and pick up his sister, but traffic is often a pain at this hour.  His sister-in-law Mavis usually picked Wendy up but today she had an appointment leaving Natsu to rush.  It’s been a struggle for the 24-year-old, being thrust into the role of guardian at the age of 20, to drop out of college and take time off to raise a 2-year-old.  Not that it mattered, there was no way he was going to allow Wendy to be sent to a foster home after their parents died.  It wasn’t her fault tragedy struck and left her an orphan, so he was going to lavish that little girl with all the love and affection their parents would have given her.
He thrums his fingers on the steering wheel, as the car slowly crawled its way towards the front of the school.  The line of parents patiently waiting to pick up kids was pretty typical, however annoying it may be, but a requirement for the students in kindergarten and first grades for release at the end of the day.  Teachers and security waited with the children, handing them off as each car pulled up.  Natsu smiles when he finally sees the tell-tale blue hair of Wendy bouncing as she waves to him.
“How was your day at school Wendy?” popping the question as the first grader buckled herself in to her booster.  
With a click and a bubbly response, “lots’a fun!  We drew and Ms. Lucy read us a story!  Ms. Lucy always has awesomest stories to tell!  Yuck, then Mrs. Dreyar gave us reading to do.”  
Natsu chuckles, side-eying through the rearview, “What’s with the pouty face?  I thought you like reading?”
“Not for homework.  I wanna read for fun!”
That only makes him laugh harder, “tell ya what, how about we get some ice cream at the mall, then I’ll read with you, sound better?”
Wendy’s face lights up, “Yay!  Ice Cream!”
“Kozmic Cones it is!”
On the opposite side of the mall nestled near the food court, Faeries Café was a popular little hangout.  Good food that even a college kid could afford drew them in at all hours of the day. Lucy was no exception and today was her weekly meet up with her best friend Levy McGarden for coffee.  It had become a routine ever since they’d finished their undergraduate programs and moved on to graduate work, she in the field of English Lit while Levy focused on Ancient Linguistics.  Between classes and working jobs they rarely had much time anymore to hang out.  
“How are things going with Gajeel,” the blonde stirred at the slowly warming coffee, “did you guys pick a date for the wedding yet?”
“He said not until after I graduate, which is only one more semester, so I agreed.”
Lucy leans onto her propped hand with a light smile, “You’re so lucky you found someone already Lev, I’m really happy for you two.”
“Aww, Lu you’ll find someone,” the bluenette reaches over the table and grabs her friend’s free hand, squeezing it before retracting back into her seat, “and I bet it’ll happen when you least expect it to.”
But the blonde just sighs, “Doubt it, I’m so busy I don’t have time to meet anyone unless they are under the age of 7,” chuckling lightly, “and no one in my college classes are very interesting to me.”
“You haven’t dated anyone since him that I can recall.”  Levy taps her chin, “maybe it’s not that you can’t but won’t look at anyone else.”
“What are you my psychiatrist now?!”  teasing at her friend.  “I’m fine, really, not like I don’t have enough on my plate to deal with, right? And as for my ex,” Lucy shrugs her shoulders, “we lost touch in college…”
The girls spend about an hour chatting and catching up, planning that upcoming weekend when another friend will be dropping by town.  Cana Alberona was never one to stay still for very long but luckily her job in fashion fit her personality well, jet setting around to photograph models and actors for Sorcerer’s Magazine.  She was so different in personality from the other two girls and yet the trio were inseparable in high school.  It wasn’t really their thing, but for Cana, hitting a bar or club was definitely going to be on the agenda.
Which was fine, she guessed, nothing wrong with hanging out with a couple of girlfriends at a bar.  Hopefully no one bothers us….  Ugh, but some guy always does!  As she walked away from the café, Lucy hangs her head wondering if her love life would always be a struggle.  She was sick and tired of even trying to meet guys when it usually turned out they only wanted her, sighing, for my assets….  It wasn’t her fault she was born with these curves, even thought about getting a reduction one day just so she didn’t have to deal with them anymore.  
There had only been one serious relationship in her life and while the guy definitely loved her body, Lucy knew it wasn’t the reason he’d asked her out in the first place.  Back then surrounded by so many friends, she’d never cared much about having boyfriends or being in relationships but funny how things change and now 5 years later, it was kind of lonely.  
She sees the wishing well a few feet away, absent mindedly pulling out a coin as she walked towards it. It was such a silly thing to make a wish and throw away a perfectly good quarter but well, flicking the shiny metal into the water, what could it hurt, right?  To have someone like him back in her life again, maybe the false smiles she wore would finally be real.
“Ms. LUCY!!!”
“Wendy?”  The young blonde turns around to the voice of her student, semi-surprised though this was a mall and all, just in time to have the little girl hugging to her legs.  “Wendy, what a nice surprise to see you here!” Lucy hugs the girl back, “but who are you with sweetie?”
The little girl, with eyes practically shining, bounces on her feet pointing behind her, “my brother gots me ice cream.”
“Your broth…” As she follows Wendy finger, Lucy cannot believe what she’s seeing.  “N-Natsu!” a light gasp as her hands fly up to her mouth and moisture clouds her vision.  “Oh my god! I-Is it really you?”  
Sporting the trade mark goofy grin that she knew better than most plastered on his face, “Yeah it’s me, heya Lucy,” scratching his head, “Didn’t realize you were the teacher she always talks about.  How ya been?”
Tears trickle down her cheeks and before she can stop them, her feet carry her towards him, hands flying into fists.  In that moment Lucy’s surroundings fade away and all she can see is Natsu, standing there in the flesh.  No Wendy, no shoppers, just him.  “Why!?” She beats at his chest, “no calls, no texts, no goodbye!  Four years! Y-you just left me hanging how could you Natsu!”  
“Luce…” he had no idea what he could say to the sobbing woman in his arms to slow her tears, grabbing her hands to stop their fury but keeping them held tightly to his chest. She was right, everything she said was the truth.  Natsu was an asshole for not making the effort to contact her as soon as he could, and he knew that.  So, he did the only thing he could and held her quietly, whispering soft apologizes and hoping it would be enough to soothe the pain he never knew she had held onto.        
Eventually Lucy slumps against him, liquid still flowing but her sobs withering into lighter exhalations. “I’m sorry,” her voice strained and muffled, “I didn’t mean to break down like that.”
“No,” Natsu pulls her head against his shoulder, cradling the back of her head, “don’t be sorry, I should have reached out to you too it’s just that…”
“I know about your parents….  I ran into Gray a couple years ago and he told me that’s what happened.”  Lucy pushes away just enough to look up at the taller man. “Natsu I would have been there for you if you’d have let me, you didn’t have to do it all alone.”
“I know Luce…. We…”
A meek voice breaks through the din, “I-Is Ms. Lucy okay?”
“Oh my!” Lucy pushes away and drops to her knees beside the little girl, followed quickly by the elder brother.  Still wiping away the streaks of salty liquid, Lucy takes the child’s hand, “I’m so sorry you had to see that Wendy.  I’m okay really, I am I promise.  We,” glancing to Natsu who nods, “we went to high school together and haven’t seen each other in a long time.”
The poor child’s face is still sullen and full of worry.  “Are you, are you mad at my brother Ms. Lucy?  Did my brother hurt you?”
“He…”
Natsu put his hand on Lucy’s shoulder, cutting off her response.  Turning to his little sister, “I did, a long time ago when you were still very young, I made Lucy very, very sad.”
“But he didn’t mean to sweetie,” Lucy chimes in trying to comfort the child, “your brother was going through a lot of things and it just happened.”
“So, you really aren’t mad at my brother?”
“No, I’m not,” the woman smiles.  “I rather like your brother a lot.”  Lucy feels the warmth tingling in her cheeks but does her best not to show it.  “He’s, you know like how we learned about the bad guys and the good guys in class?”  The child nods.  “Your brother is one of the good guys.”
That brings a delighted smile back to Wendy’s face.  “I think so too!  He takes really good care of me after mommy and daddy died.”  
“I’m sure he does,” Lucy smiles back.
“Wendy, honey,” Natsu steps in handing out some change to the girl, “would you like to go make some wishes while I finish talking to Ms. Lucy?”  The child looks to her teacher, then back to her brother nodding, taking the change and skipping off to the wishing well.  “What’s the odds that she’d end up in your class?” turning to the girl still crouched, Natsu helps Lucy to her feet, “or running into each other at the mall’s wishing well?”
Lucy shakes her head rather than respond.  Magnolia wasn’t a large city, it was bound to happen sooner or later so there was no point in making it out to be anything more than mere coincidence.  “I-I sh-should probably go so you can get back to Wendy.” Lucy turns away.  “I must look like a mess right now…”  
“You are still just as beautiful as the last time I saw you.”
The blonde stiffens. His words…. His tone… sends an electric shock through her frame.  Tingling along her skin when his hand comes to rest on her shoulder and the heat radiating from his body infringing upon her space.  
“I’m such an idiot for letting you go once.  You must be settled down by now with someone….”
She shakes her head, refusing to turn around, and answering in a soft tone, “there hasn’t really been anyone since you.  No one’s ever treated me…. the way you used to treated me…”
One hand on her shoulder turns into two around her waist.  “I don’t expect you to forgive me Luce, but if it’s any consolation, I still love you, maybe even more now, knowing how much Wendy adores you too.”  Lucy squeezes her eyes shut, willing back the tears again. “Would you give me a second chance?”
“Please say Yes!”  The young man and woman’s heads whip around to see a beaming Wendy practically bouncing.  “Please say yes Ms. Lucy!”
Natsu let go of Lucy’s waist, turning her to face him.  “Well, Ms. Lucy?”  A large grin growing on his face with the thought of buying his sister that new dress she’s been fawning over.  “You wouldn’t want to make your student sad, would you?”
“Gah, you really haven’t changed,” she punches his arm, playfully with a smirk.  “Lucky you,” grabbing his shirt, “I still love that goofier side,” and pulling him down for a kiss….  
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spookysnicket · 5 years
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🍒 ANON: Matchup please? I'm a 5"4, demisexual (prefers male) chubby girl w/ wavy brown hair & brown eyes. Likes: anime, history, fantasy, fluffy things, making people laugh and smile, learning new things, cartoons, baking, reading, writing, drawing & caring for those REALLY close to me. I'm a protective, sympathetic, motherly, easily emotional & funny person but I tend to get easily confused/anxious/stressed/insecure, & am a pushover. Ready to throw down for loved ones 24/7 despite being a softie w/ strangers(unless its children. Around children, mom mode switches on instantly), I'm shy, awkward & a stuttering mess until trust is earned then I'm a huge dork. Even then, I have a habit of being very empathetic towards strangers, to the point where my friends have joked that if I was ever kidnapped, I’d probably offer snacks to my captors. I have no relationship experience whatsoever so if someone flirts w/ me, I get scared off easily, am very oblivious or very confused. Thank you!
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(Alright here we are! This is a bit of a read but I did my best to combine some of the things you added so it’d be less lengthy- matchup under the cut, and I hope you enjoy!)
I match you with Brahms Heelshire
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🔥 Like the nannies that came before, our dear Brahmsie towers over you- your height puts you at a serious disadvantage when he’s feeling extra naughty
🔥 I feel like Brahms could understand your sexuality fairly well- sure, he’s been attracted to some nannies (ahem, Greta)- but never once has he formed meaningful feelings for them. He hopes that in taking care of the doll you feel a closer bond to him, because when he’s out of the walls, he’s out because he wants you
🔥 Your body is like a personal pillow- he lives for your hugs and cuddles, or any other activities that get you to press your soft body to his *cough cough*
🔥 Brahms can feel for you when you have wavy hair issues- have you seen this man’s curls? Aside from that, he also enjoys watching your hair bounce as you walk, it’s a very cute quirk to him
🔥 You have so many fun hobbies! Anime and cartoons will be as mysterious to him as all other forms of animation, seeing as he’s not well versed in any sort of new age cinema
🔥 He does for sure know a great deal of history, even if it’s not his favorite topic. Your affinity for books is a shared trait between you two, though! Brahmsie may ask you to read him fantasy or adventure novels instead of poetry- he likes to be imaginative, and getting into that creative zone is much easier while listening to your voice
🔥 You like fluffy things? Well, while a majority of his toys are mainly either decorative or made of hardier materials, Brahms has a few stuffies laying about! If you’re nice about asking, he’s willing to share them (this excludes the doll in his hidden room, which by then will be made to look more like you than Greta- just don’t ask him about it, please)
🔥 Thankfully Brahms is expressive with his body language and words- because it’s virtually impossible to read his face from behind the mask. His eyes are visible though, so you know you’ve made him smile when they crinkle up and squint a bit
🔥 The only time Brahmsie will ever become talkative is when he’s discussing something he likes. If you want to learn about something he knows, he switches on chatterbox mode and will let it go off until you stop showing interest. He likes showing off how smart he is to you
🔥 Bake! For! Him! Brahms longs for the taste of real handmade food, especially when you’ve prepared it with love just for him
🔥 Brahms will happily proof read and revise anything you write, and give surprisingly helpful critique when you ask for his opinion on a drawing of yours- this boy knows what he likes and he won’t be scared to let you know. He’s fairly well acquainted with the arts, and books have been his usual pastime for years. Plus, Brahms is always interested to see what you make!
🔥 Pre-leaving the walls, he does worry that on account of you not knowing who the real Brahms is, after tending to the doll all this time- you’ll hold no affections for who you’ve truly been caring for, and abandon him like the others
🔥 Brahms has seen you nurture and attend to the doll with your empathetic and motherly nature for a while, promptly abiding by the rules and sticking to his strict schedule. He ended up quite jealous of the doll, and it became just another being to be envious of- you giving it all your attention, just like everyone else who came to the manor but him, really. That was a main motivator to come out
🔥 He does so enjoy your sense of humor, being silly with you brings out even more childish character in Brahmsie!
🔥 It confuses him to see you doubt your own worth and self, especially with how emotional you tend to be. You’re perfect to him, why don’t you think the same of yourself? He doesn’t quite understand it, but he’s willing to be a shoulder to cry on should you ever need one- just don’t get too much snot on his cardigan or he’ll whine about it
🔥 Well, perhaps your friends are psychic, because once you’re with Brahms you become somewhat of a hostage. Your empathy and will to overtake care for a strange doll you find in a quiet, lonely manor is what gets you into this mess- but it also keeps you alive. So, props to them? Brahms does appreciate any extra snacks you wish to give him, by the by
🔥 Well this is messy. You’ve seen a decent example of how Brahms is when he has someone he likes. With you though, Brahms may find himself being a tad less selfish over time- and wanting to be with you even more as you spend your days together. He thought at first it was just his jealousy of the doll being the main recipient of your affections that made him this way, however the foreign flutter in his chest and light clenching of his stomach when you’re with him causes Brahms to believe it’s something more. Something mummy, daddy, and even he himself thought he would never find
🔥 Regardless, he’s still terrible at showing it- more so now that he’s developed actual feelings for you. Hope you’re ready for some awkward ‘romantic’ exchanges until one of you finally realizes the other feels the same or makes a real move. This will likely be Brahms after running out of patience and wanting your love
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kawaii-stuf · 7 years
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Hi!!!!!
Soooo I was tagged by the wonderful @michiyoiino for this “get to know you” thing, which I am very glad and excited to do. So without further adew first you have to tag nine others, but I decided to do a few more just because. So: @cloversdreams, @gurrenhell, @flameanime34, @jitterdoodles, @cherrycheering, @ni-okaasan, @nikkiyan, @orriians, @eijirou-kun, @kaminaridenki-appreciation, @franeridart, @sinnatoast, @kiriikamii Hope you guys can do this and enjoy😋 Also anything with a * next to it is a very true fact.(they'll all probs have *'s next to them😜) Appearance: *I'm 5'2-3 *i got that coco-caramel skin *brown eyes *reddish-brown hair *its styled like a bush rn but I'm about to get braids *I'm averagely toned yet squishy in all the right places(which is everywhere) *I'm also a little stronger than I look(watch out when I come in for a hug😝) *i have the worlds smallest waist and regularly sized hips *i can still fit most kids clothes, but that just means I'm petite(which I have been told on many occasions) *I've basically looked the same since I was twelve, but just gotten a little bit squishier😋 *oh and my ears are pierced, and my nails are almost always painted and long(not too long tho) Personality: *I've been told I'm caring, kind, funny, smart *but I'm not a huge fan of bragging about any of that unless it's for fun *i can be a little stubborn sometimes *and shy most of the time *I'm def second guess and doubt myself sometimes *and yet I'm still confident in what I can do *i love making people laugh and being happy and making them feel in general pleasure *and even though I'm shy at first once we start having conversations and are on a good basis as friends I will never let you go *I'm very random, silly, and dumb *and I like to have fun, especially with others Abilities: *Obviously I can write *but I'm also musically inclined *I can sing(but am too shy to sing infront of some people) *i can play 2-3 instruments *I'm super crafty *I'm in love with D.I.Y's *also origami, knitting, crochet, sewing, Jewelry making *I'm pretty decent at drawing if I try(and sometimes better when I don't😑) *I just have overall creativity Hobbies: *honestly basically everything I just named in abilities *so writing, some reading(mostly fanfics of course), all types of crafting, and artsy stuff, and if it counts: watching things. Ranging from YouTubers(mostly gaming), anime, some stuff on tv, movies, and just funny videos I find anywhere *oh and also playing on my 3ds, and other Nintendo stuff Experiences: *The first time I ever went out of the country was the year before last to Jamaica *and while I was there I climbed a waterfall with my fam *i have won awards before *I've tasted wine before *the first time I ever stayed up an entire night was insane *i have been noticed and awarded for intelligence *I've been to theaters with recliners and it is amazing *i was so close to being in a magazine once, cause two women that worked for the company where looking for girls and saw me and thought I was pretty *i have been asked to be someone's gf once(but politely declined cause I didn't like them like that) *my first legit crush was a real trip, but now we're friends *my first fictional crush was fun *Oh and most importantly the day I fully accepted the Lord *I've def had a couple more but these are the only ones I can name rn Relationships: *my fam *my friends, on and off social media *I've only ever had 2 real crushes *No bf tho *but that's ok cause I have all my 1million fictional bf's, sons, daughters, gf's, husbands, wives....I have a lot of fictional relationships *and of course the Lord My Life: *i have one sibling, a little brother. I love him but he can be too sassy for his own good sometimes *I'm always told I look exactly like my mom(which is cool cause she's beautiful and awesome) *my pops is an aggressive motivator(and is the best at it too) *i got lots of cousins and probes some fam I still don't know about *im on my phone while I'm out and on my tablet while I'm at home *i live in a cozy neighborhood ya know like you see on tv *the last thing I texted my friend was a prince sidons theme remix followed by "listen to this magic" in all caps *i was watching dxp last night *then was cracking up at George Lopez later that night Random stuff *i wish I had more nic nacs and figurines than I do *i love animation, and hope to be able to do it one day *i love Disney and marvel *i love all things Nintendo *if it wasn't already obvious I love anime *i also like most YouTube stuff *i also like some plays *I'm in more fandoms than I can count *I'm a million times weirder than I sound *i have more ships than quantifiable possible *some of my fav relationship tropes are friends to lovers, rivals to friends to lovers, and when they both have a crush on each other but are too shy to admit it *i only ever belt it out to songs when I'm home alone *i mostly work with yarn while I'm crafting *also decorative tape and rubber bands *even though I wear pjs 70% of the time I love fashion, and putting outfits together, and getting and wearing cute clothes in general *i watch all kinds of diy "how to" vids ranging from makeup tutorials(even though I don't where makeup), nail art, crafting vids, and life hacks *i also like how it's made videos *i have more plushies than I can count(I love plushies) *i also love all kinds of cute animals *i have not yet been to any type of convention, but hope to be soon *i also really want to nail a cosplay *i love meat, eggs, seafood, pizza, all kinds of junk food, some fruits, fruit juices, chocolate, and gum *i can't tolerate ignorance, or just people being rude on purpose *im a neat freak *and a slight germaphobe *but I'm still the most touchy-feely person you will ever meet *i honestly have a pretty sizable muscle fetish *but that will never overshadow what I look for personality wise *that fetish also ranges to fiction as well *i also like most Cartoon Network shows *i spent at lest two hours last night both simultaneously looking at a ship tag and the amazing world of gumball tag *i prefer earbuds over headphones *i have a foam sword *i am also simultaneously smart and dumb *like, I can give you a well spoken analysis on something and yet still go in the pantry when I want juice *i laugh very easily *but still love well played comedy(and all types of comedy) *i actually have a few original ideas for a series *i have written a song before *when I saw God bless I sincerely mean it *i love how fandom literally means a fan home, so we should treat it as such and love and support each other, and enjoy every aspect of it, whether you are a content creator or not. And that's it I hope you guys enjoyed that, and were able to learn a little something about me. I also hope many of you guys can try this too so we can all have fun, and get to each other a little better😋. Love y'all and God bless😘😘🙏🙏.
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nok-abadjuan · 7 years
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Nokia Jade Crooks.
01 / BASICS
Full Name: Nokia Jade Crooks
Nickname(s): Nok, Kia, Kiki
Sex/Gender: Female
Birthday: September 27, 1998
Age: 18
Astrological sign: Aquarius
Occupation: Tattoo Artist
Spoken Languages: English
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Birthplace: Tampa, Florida
Relationship status: In A Relationship
02/ PHYSICAL TRAITS
Race: White American, Black American
Ethnicity: Greek, Irish, African-American
Hair color/style: Black, curly naturally. Straightens it or wears it in curls or weaves.
Eye color: Dark Brown
Accent (if any): Southern Miami Accent, barely there
Height: 5″10
Weight: 150
Tattoos: Sleeve (flowers), wrist and hand (female)
Piercings: Ears, belly button
Unique attributes: High cheekbones, compared to Lauren London a lot
Defining gestures/movements: Pouts a lot
Posture: Regular
03 / PERSONALITY TRAITS
Pet peeves: Fake people, being lied to, being used, people who don’t cover their coughs or sneezes, people who don’t respect others opinions, weak ass niggas, copycats, passive aggressive people, people who can’t own up to anything, scaredy cats, when people tell you to do something as you're doing it, being betrayed
Hobbies/interests: Art, painting, drawing, walking around the mall, exploring places and things, hanging out, eating, watching youtube and going to the movies
Special skills/abilities: Very artistic but doesn’t really show it off, can do a split and back flip
Likes: Making friends, going out, laughing and being silly, cuddling, pumpkin spice lattes, baking desserts or pinning new ones from Pinterest, looking at herself in the mirror, looking at pretty women with nice bodies, going to sex store and buying sex toys to be goofy with and use, pranking, surprising people, reading conspiracy theories online, wikipedia is life, helping poor people
Dislikes: Being told what to do, being judged without being given a chance, sensing someone’s dislike for her or talking about her, people who talk about those less fortunate, being let down, fighting, arguing, not being given a chance, the dark, scary things like ghosts and monsters, scary movies,
Insecurities: Her weight, her shape, her hair, her past drug use and addictions, being easily controlled and persuaded to make others happy
Quirks/eccentricities: Dots her i’s with a heart, draws random doodles on any piece of paper in front of her, strongly dislikes the sound of chewing and hums a quiet song while eating, writes with left hand, but does everything else right-handed, loves to hug or touch on people
Strengths: Creative, love of learning, very wise and loving, really kind and sweet, cares about others, makes a great friend very loyal, forgives easily
Weaknesses: Gets in her feelings easily, very sensitive, gets her feelings hurt easily, easily irritated
Speaking style: Has kind of southern drawl, curses and says nasty things to be silly or funny, can be sometime ghetto in speech
Temperament: Bad temper, irritable, sensitive, emotional
04 / FAMILY & HOME
Family: Her father Gael and her mother Tammy do not get along. They hooked up the summer after senior year of high school when he broke up with his girlfriend and Tammy got pregnant. He went away for college with his girlfriend and eventually married her. He was barely in Nokia’s life and his wife now ex wife, forced him to stay out of Nokia’s life. She grew up with her white side of the family. Being the only dark one, she was picked on and set apart a lot. Her and her mother were kicked out her grandmother’s house and were homeless, lived in a woman’s shelter, then lived in a trailer with her mother’s boyfriend at 12, then they finally got their own 1 bedroom apartment. When she was 15/16 he took her mother to custody after his divorce and won custody over her because he had the money; being a surgeon. She moved to Miami to live with him and to live a better life, taking fun trips and having her own room.
How does (s)he feel about his/her family? She doesn’t like her maternal grandmother. She’s racist against blacks and thinks they’re dirty and did not forget to remind Nokia about herself and her father. She used to tell Tammy she was a slut for sleeping with a black man and having his baby. She called Nokia a porch monkey and little monkey. Called her a nigger whenever she was angry and drunk. Tammy and Nokia are close but they have their drifting moments. Nokia got her drug and alcohol habits from her mother. She used to buy her mother cigarettes and started stealing them to smoke with her friends. She started drinking alcohol because sometimes that was all there was in the house. They got high together a few times but Nokia got clean and her mother still struggles with her own addictions which she tries to hide but Nokia knows the truth. Nokia and Gael are now cooler than when she was younger and first moved in with him. She hated him because her grandmother filled her head with negative thoughts. She used to love when he came to see her or called her as a kid. She got older and realized he put his wife before her and hated him for it and the fact that she had to struggle growing up. They’re now in a better place because Nokia is learning how to forgive people and let things go.
How does his/her family feel about him/her? Her mother depends a lot on her. Since they kind of grew up together, being that she was young herself when she had her; they’re like sisters. Nokia’s father tries to do everything to keep her happy but shows his disappointment when she’s not happy with her. They both love her and she’s the only reason they’d ever come together but she never has asked them to, so they don’t see each other. They haven’t been in the same room in years.
Pets: None.
Where does (s)he live? Her father helped her get a small place but she’s breaking her lease because her boyfriend wants her to move in, so she’s living with him now in a really nice townhouse.
What is it like there? Enough rooms, beautiful from the outside, not much going on. Very calm atmosphere, quiet neighborhood.
Description of his/her home: Modern Townhouse.
Description of his/her bedroom: She sleeps in her boyfriend’s bedroom. Is moving in new furniture and they’re changing the decoration to be more neutral and sexy for the both of them.
05/ THIS OR THAT
Introvert or extrovert? Ambivert
Optimist or pessimist? Realist
Leader or follower? Depends on the situation
Confident or self-conscious? Self-Conscious
Cautious or careless? Careless
Religious or secular? Secular for the most part
Passionate or apathetic? Passionate
Book smarts or street smarts? Street Smarts
Compliments or insults? Compliments
Pajamas or lingerie? Pajamas
06 / FAVORITES
Favorite color: Black, Lavender, Lilac
Favorite clothing style/outfit: Tshirts, shorts, pants, sweatpants, dresses, heels, sneakers, flats. Has a girly but boyish style.
Favorite bands/songs/type of music: Yellowcard, Linkin Park, Paramore, Green Day, No Doubt, Gwen Stefani, Bob Marley, The Wailers, Peter Tosh, Shaggy, Destiny’s Child, Jodeci, TLC, Dru Hill, Xscape, B2K ,The Supremes, The Temptations, The Isley Brothers, Rihanna, Frank Ocean, Michael Jackson, Prince, Erykah Badu, Janelle Monae, Lauryn Hill, Chaka Khan, Ciara, Whitney Houston, Jazmin Sullivan
Favorite movies: Coming to America, Love Jones, Woo, Eve’s Bayou, Set it Off, The Grinch, Home Alone, This Christmas, The Preacher’s Wife, City of God, Cooley High, Juice, Losing Isaiah, Poetic Justice, The Wiz, Love & Basketball, The Last King of Scotland, The Princess and the Frog, Dreamgirls, Coming of age movies, cartoon movies, biopics etc.
Favorite TV shows: Atlanta, Insecure, Chappelle’s show, OITNB, Blackish, Power, The Proud Family, A Different World, The Boondocks, Girlfriends, One on One, In Living Color, Family Matters, Moesha, The Steve Harvey Show, Parkers, Talk shows, Court TV/Judge shows, crime shows, Half & Half, Survivor’s Remorse, Hey Arnold, Criminal Minds, RHOATL, Black Ink Crew, LHH, Fresh Prince
Favorite books: Monster, The Coldest Winter Ever, Kite Runner, Aesop Fables, The Wave, Desert Flower, Of Mice and Men, Number the Stars, Hunger Games, Life of Pi, The Giver, My Sister’s Keeper, The DUFF, The Lightning Thief, The Maze Runner, The Outsiders, Speak, Stargirl, The First Part Last, Tyrell, Good Girlz series, Kimani Tru books, Drama High series, Bluford High series
Favorite foods/drinks: Pasta, pizza with a lot of sauce, anything cheesy, fried chicken, buffalo wings with blue cheese, McDonald’s fries, slushies, homemade lemonade, gummy bears, skittles, zebra cakes, saltine crackers, apple juice, grape juice
Favorite sports/sports teams: None
Favorite actors/actresses: None
Favorite time of day: Night Time
Favorite weather/season: When it’s chilly outside or it rains and thunderstorms, warm breezy days
Favorite animal: None
07 / MISCELLANEOUS
Fears/Superstitions: Other people dogs scare her, scared of the dark, scary movies, ghosts, monsters, scary stories
Political views: None
Religion/philosophy of life: Believes in God but doesn’t go to church, wasn’t brought up in church, only knows basic biblical stories everyone else knows
Allergies: Spiders
Addictions: Used to have a drug and alcohol problem. Heavy drugs like cocaine, LSD, shrooms and weed
Best school subject: She was always good in math, gym class and art
Worst school subject: Hated science
School clubs/sports: None
How does (s)he get money? Tattoo Artist and her father gives her something like an allowance
How is (s)he with technology? Very good with technology and social media
08 / PAST & FUTURE
Fondest memory: Going to the kids choice awards with her dad when she was 12.
Dream vacation: Anywhere with water, beach, sand and beautiful tourists spots
Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Rose Kairi Knight
Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Being addicted, trying to fit in, her upbringing, doing things for attention, being jumped and bullied, being physically abused, getting hit by a car
What does (s)he want to be when (s)he grows up? She never really had dreams or thought about that
Perfect date: Anywhere as long as the conversation is good and they can both laugh and make memories
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girls like dollies chapter 4 (trixya) - lale
Here’s the next chapter of Girls like Dollies! Thanks for all of your amazing feedback and encouragement – every single comment makes me even more pumped to go away and write the next chapter!
The morning after her meltdown, Trixie woke early. She’d crashed out not long after Katya had disappeared back to her own bedroom, totally exhausted from crying herself silly. She’d stayed awake just long enough to see Kim when she got back to their room and presented her with a selection of vending machine snacks and a long hug.
“Thanks. I didn’t mean to miss dinner,” Trixie said, tearing open a bag of chips.
“I know. You should eat,” Kim said, curling up beside Trixie in her bed. “Katya texted me to tell me you needed feeding.” Trixie paused, then put the chips down in her lap and curled up against Kim’s side. Kim wrapped an arm around her, squishy cheek pressed against Trixie’s temple. “Did you tell her about the stuff with your family?” Kim asked.
“No! I don’t want anyone to know,” Trixie said quickly.
“You could tell Katya, she wouldn’t tell anyone. She’s a good person.”
“I know she is!” Trixie said, immediately defensive of Katya. Why would Kim even need to tell Trixie that? She knew that Katya was a good person, she was a great person! “I just don’t want anyone looking at me and only being able to think about that stuff.”
“She won’t do that,” Kim promised, but Trixie shook her head. She didn’t want Katya to know about all of that. Besides anything else, it was embarrassing. Even if Katya didn’t tell anyone, she didn’t want to think of her looking at her with any kind of pity.
Kim, because she was the greatest friend in the universe, didn’t push Trixie any further. She stayed snuggled up with her, occasionally stealing her chips, and found some cute cartoon on her phone for them to watch. She didn’t move to her own bed until Trixie was already beginning to fall asleep, and Trixie didn’t remember much past that.
It was still dark outside when she woke up, the room quiet and peaceful as Kim and Pearl slept on. Trixie rubbed sleep out of her eyes and picked up her phone, squinting at the too bright screen. It wasn’t quite six; there was no need for her to get up just yet. Still, she knew she wouldn’t fall asleep again, so she curled up in her warm blankets and unlocked her phone.
She had a new text from an unknown number, sent to her phone in the middle of the night.
Unknown number: I hope you’re feeling better now, Tracy! I told Ginger the marks on my shirt were from my latest art project. Come get me if you need me. If I’m not in my room, you know where to find me! (the dumpster out back) xxx
Trixie smiled, clutching her phone in both hands and bringing it to her chest. Katya came across so carefree and silly, and Trixie didn’t doubt that she was, but that part of her masked someone truly, unbelievably kind. Trixie felt so drawn to her; she wanted to be around her all the time, to curl up in Katya’s arms again and have her pet her hair and promise that everything would be alright. Kim had been her friend longer, but there was something about Katya that pulled Trixie in. She’d never met anyone like Katya, and in that moment, even as the thought of having to face Ms Visage later on about her sudden exit from her drama class, Trixie felt glad that she’d come to RuPaul’s even if the only thing she got out of it was meeting Katya.
***
The rest of Trixie’s first week at RuPaul’s went by in a blur, every day a rush of wake up, breakfast, wake up Katya, classes, drama, dinner, Kim, sleep. She’d spent the whole day after her meltdown scared to face Ms Visage, but to her surprise nothing had ever been said about it. Ms Visage had greeted her with a nod and a smile that next afternoon, and when the entire session went by without any mention of what had happened Trixie started to breathe normally again. She was grateful for Ms Visage’s non-reaction, and she doubled down on her determination to prove herself in their training.
Trixie and Katya got closer every day, falling into a neat routine. Trixie would wake up early, get breakfast with Kim and the other girls, and then take coffee up to Katya’s room. Katya always greeted her with a sleepy little smile, taking a minute to drink her coffee before scrambling out of bed. Most mornings they’d stop for long enough for Katya to have a cigarette, reaching up on her tiptoes to blow the smoke out of the tiny windows in her room.
“Miss Charles never gives the smokers the rooms with nice windows, and they clocked me and Ginger back in Freshman year. Good old Ru, trying to save us from ourselves,” Katya had told her the first morning Trixie had watched her try to smoke out of those windows, cracking up the whole time. Katya was pretty small and Ginger was tiny; it was no wonder Katya liked to take herself off to Trixie’s room whenever she could to make use of their cozy window seat.
Classes at RuPaul’s were fine, and Trixie enjoyed them a lot more than she had at school back home thanks to the company. Katya was whip smart even though she rarely paid attention, constantly doodling crazy drawings in her notes or whispering nonsense to Trixie to try and make her laugh. Her quiet words in Trixie’s ear would make her neck tingle and her cheeks flush, and Katya always laughed at her reaction. Trixie did her best to concentrate and keep up in class, but it was hard when she found herself constantly glancing over at Katya, unable to resist trying to make her smile with a stupid comment.
Trixie felt herself relaxing more and more every day, settling in and feeling less like the new girl who didn’t know what was going on. She knew her way around without Kim or Katya to guide her now, and she felt more in step with the other girls in drama classes. Today had been a good day; they’d been assigned a project in English and as soon as partners had been mentioned Katya had grasped her arm with her bony hand and given her the creepiest grin she’d been able to muster. Trixie had laughed, and they’d spent most of their lunch break bickering about which Shakespeare (or Shakesqueer, as Katya insisted on saying) play they were going to write about. Trixie had spent the rest of the afternoon in a great mood, and when they finished drama a little earlier than usual she took out her phone to send Katya a text.
Trixie: drama’s finished we’re gonna go straight to dinner wanna come?
Trixie: did you lose your phone again
Trixie: did you fall asleep?
Trixie: maybe you went to art
Trixie: maybe you went to art AND lost your phone
Trixie: if you don’t reply i’m taking it as agreement that we’re gonna do macbitch for our project
Trixie: okay im gonna give up see you laterrrrr
She’d only known her a week, but Trixie knew Katya enough to know that if she didn’t get an immediate response to a text then she probably wouldn’t hear from her for hours. Katya had a curious ability to lose her phone in the obscure places, managing to bury it in Ginger’s laundry or somehow toss it into Detox’s backpack. Trixie tucked her phone into her pocket, then stopped by the bathrooms in the theatre building before she went to join the girls from drama for dinner.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she realized she could hear faint music. She lifted her phone to her ear in case her Spotify had opened itself, but it definitely wasn’t coming from her phone. Curious, she turned right instead of left out of the bathroom and followed the sound.
Sometimes she heard music coming from the big dance studios on the other side of the theatre, where all of the dance girls like Alyssa and Laganja and Kennedy trained every day. This music wasn’t coming from the right direction to be the dancers, though, and Trixie found herself walking past a row of smaller practice rooms she’d never taken in before.  Most of them were empty, but she stopped outside the last room when she realized that it was where the music was coming from.
Inside, there was a girl in a leotard, blonde hair pulled back with a white scrunchie. She was moving fluidly to the music, an upbeat melody that sounded like something Eastern European. Trixie watched as she tumbled and flipped across the room, making each movement look effortless even as she contorted her body backwards or slid painfully slowly into a split.
Katya was barely recognizable. It took Trixie a moment to realize that it was her friend in front of her, performing insane feats of gymnastics as easily as breathing. Trixie was absolutely mesmerized, stood frozen in front of the door as she watched her. She’d noticed that Katya was flexible before, sure, and Katya had mentioned her 4am yoga habit when she couldn’t sleep, but she hadn’t realized how talented she was. How could she have? Katya had never even mentioned gymnastics to her.
Katya was clearly wrapped up in her own little world, totally focused on her routine. She didn’t seem to notice Trixie at all, even when Trixie let out a loud gasp as Katya launched herself into a truly impressive series of flips and tumbles across the length of the room. She looked beautiful and strong and it took Trixie’s breath away. She stayed glued to the spot until the song ended and Katya crossed the room to fiddle with her iPod. Trixie’s phone started to buzz insistently in her hand, and she looked down to see that Max was calling her. Reluctantly, Trixie walked away from the practice room to go and meet the other girls for dinner.
She couldn’t wait to tell Katya that she’d seen her! She grinned to herself, wondering if she could get Katya to show her some more of her moves. The way her body had looked in that leotard – long, toned legs extended in the most impressive split Trixie had ever seen…she felt envious of her, that was what it was. It was how she always felt when she saw girls she liked a lot, who she admired and wanted to be more like. She wanted to be like Katya, to be as talented and funny and kind as she was. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she glanced down.
Katya: sorryyyy i fell asleep and lost my phone in my bed
Trixie frowned at the screen. Why would Katya lie about what she’d been doing? Katya came across as a totally open and free person; Trixie was surprised that she wouldn’t tell Trixie about something like this.
Of course, they’d only known each other a week. It was easy to forget that, given how quickly Katya had become someone so important to her life. There was no reason why Katya would want to share every single part of her life with Trixie. Trixie kept enough secrets herself that she couldn’t begrudge Katya this one thing, even if it made her sad to think of Katya wanting to keep anything from her – especially something so amazing. She wouldn’t push it. Maybe, as they got to know each other better, Katya would tell her everything about her life. Maybe Trixie would reciprocate, one day.
***
Trixie fully intended to keep quiet about seeing Katya doing her gymnastics. She didn’t mention it at all at dinner, even when Kaya turned up late and freshly showered. Her hair was damp and face pink and Trixie couldn’t take her eyes off of her – she looked so happy. Katya always seemed pretty cheerful and full of life, but Trixie had never seen her looking this obviously content. She wanted to know why Katya would keep something that made her so happy a secret from her friends.
“You know how Katya isn’t part of any of the specialist programs?” Trixie said to Kim when they were back in their bedroom. Pearl was cocooned in her blankets, headphones in and the sound of some mellow song seeping into the room as she sketched.
“Yeah? She was in art the other day,” Kim said, sitting down on her bed.
“I saw her in one of the practice rooms in the theatre today. She was doing the most insane gymnastics, it was crazy,” Trixie told her.
“Huh. I didn’t know she was still doing it,” Kim said. Trixie blinked at her.
“You knew she could do all of that? It’s so good! Why doesn’t she do it more? She wouldn’t even tell me she was doing it, she told me she was taking a nap this afternoon,” she said.
“She used to practice it every day, instead of going to anything else like the rest of us. She had coached in and everything, she was really good – everyone figured she might end up in the Olympics. But she’s not doing it this year.”
“Why?” Trixie asked, aghast. Katya was clearly so talented; why would she give up something like that?
Kim shrugged. “She went back to Russia for a while at the end of last semester. Then when we came back this year, she’d stopped. I don’t know what happened,” she said.
“That makes no sense,” Trixie said, still baffled.
Pearl rolled over in her bed, putting aside her sketchbook and pulling out her headphones.
“Apparently she had a trial with the Russian Olympics team and bombed it,” she said, rummaging in her bag for her cigarettes before relocating to the window seat.
“No way,” Trixie said, while Kim shifted uncomfortably.
“We don’t know that,” she said, “it’s just a rumour. Anyway, I thought you were listening to your music.“
Pearl shrugged. “It’s not my fault if you two talk louder than my phone,” she said, before looking back over at Trixie. “She disappeared for months and when she came back she wasn’t doing gymnastics anymore. It makes sense,” she reasoned, lighting up her cigarette.  “I heard that Ru wasn’t even sure if they were going to let her back in. That’s why she didn’t come back here at the end of last year.”
“They weren’t going to let her come back?” Trixie said. “Just because of one bad audition? That’s awful!”
“Yeah, kinda. But Katya’s family has a lot of money, right? Russian family, sending three kids to boarding school in America…one donation probably made all of that go away,” Pearl said. Trixie stared at her, totally stunned. So Katya’s family had, what, bribed RuPaul’s to let Katya stay even though she didn’t have a spot in any of the programs? 
“Katya never talks about it. Don’t mention it to anyone, okay? Especially Katya. Ginger will rip your head off, for one thing,” Kim said. “We don’t know what happened. I don’t want to spread rumours about Katya.”
“I won’t say anything,” Trixie promised. She couldn’t imagine poor Katya working so hard for years at something just to have it crumble around her. It made sense now why she wouldn’t want to tell Trixie about what she’d been doing. Katya was always so funny and energetic, Trixie had struggled to imagine her ever even having a bad day; now that she knew what she’d gone through the year before, it made it even more impressive that Katya managed to stay as positive as she did.
Trixie’s phone lit up on the side and she picked it up as Pearl plugged her headphones back in and returned to her sketchpad.
Katya: i just read your messages properly and BITCH we are not doing macbitch
Trixie: (ง'̀-‘́)ง
Katya: dork!!!
Katya: come snuggle?
Trixie smiled to herself, standing up and smoothing down her clothes. Katya was her friend; it didn’t matter what had happened to either of them before they met. She wasn’t going to say anything to her about what she’d seen or what she’d heard if Katya didn’t want her to know about it. She decided that she was going to push it to the back of her mind – even if she couldn’t quite get the memory of Katya sliding into the splits in that leotard out of her head.
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