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liauditore · 6 months

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hi i have returned opinions on secret life so far? (also any idea why bigb’s secret animation was different to everyone else’s?) :D

hi hi i have so many Thoughts that i will definitely miss Something but. lots of things. spoilers for ep1 under the cut obvs.

why is every ship getting crumbs. literally all of them. what is wrong with everyone wtf. (except treebark. treebark girlies stay losing)

new mechanic is insanely hype and i am going a little bit feral over it. i've been wanting a UHC-style season for a long time and this seems a great way to kind of. entertainment-fy it i suppose? cus as much as i wanted straight up UHC i can totally understand why players like joel or skizz or scar would struggle hard in that sort of ruleset and it wouldn't be very fun to watch as a result.

i'm a bit.. tentative about the more acknowledgment of the Lore this time around? On one hand i love it and i think it's incredibly cool but on the other hand i know well that lore can eat a series alive if let out of control. Especially when fans start getting pushy about their theories and disappointed when inevitably things aren't as explained or thoroughly confirmed or straight up forgotten. (<-- fnaf fan. i have seen it. it is horrible)

that being said i have trust in grian specifically to handle it well and not go off the deep end with it cus a good chunk of the viewers don't know/care for the lore and if it becomes a Big Thing then a lot of people are gonna end up feeling alienated and confused.

i LOVED Bigb's episode and i think it's like. the ideal way to incorporate lore into a series like this. the way you can Feel that something is off rather than it being explicitly shown. you can choose to write it off or dig deeper. it's good juice. I've mentioned this before but I'll say it again -- Bigb is easily one of the strongest roleplayers on the entire server and his editing REALLY sells it hard. He really melts into what's happening rather than getting up on a platform and shouting THIS PART IS IMPORTANT. LOOK AT ME. which i really appreciate as a kind-of honorary former theatre kid.

but yeah tl;dr i think lore/fan theories should be left to the fandom mainly otherwise it starts getting weird. that being said i trust the life series ppl and can't wait to see what's going on with this season.

now if i may be unhinged myself. i def agree with the theory that Something is up with Bigb's task and maybe whatever gave it to him is trying to mess with the game.

Bigb and Mumbo specifically I felt were acting.. a little OOC the whole episode? Bigb was very much on purpose i think and i reckon mumbo's just excited to be back lol but its fun to think about

the task system has a lot of potential for. fanfic symbolism fuel. i mentioned this on my spam blog i think but something something about the way the players' tasks almost seem to. mock them? a little bit?

like pearl's being to "earn" people's hearts after she failed to make any connections throughout double life and has been somewhat isolated the whole series. bdubs being known for his efficient and beautiful builds being told to make something ugly and useless. scott being implicitly called a parasite with his history of teaming and latching onto one specific person each season. etc. etc.

the teams this time around are looking interesting and i think it's worth noting how it almost feels like.. the opposite of limlife a bit? with how slow and cautious everyone has to play. it seems like over half the server haven't really even joined up with anyone yet which is intriguing. (im personally praying for a scar/jimmy team up. just cus scott said they wouldn't make it lol)

which is great for me cus i loved limlife but the chaoticness of everything did kind of. make deaths less impactful i think? if i see another sky bridge i might scream

im very. of two minds about the scott and impulse team up. because if you dig through my blog you'll see i have kind of a history of being unhinged about those two and their parallels. but i have the sneaking suspicion that their actual dynamic will be like nothing i had in mind lmao

overall i am very excited but trying to control my expectations

also um MUMBO AND LIZZIE ARE BACK AND GEM IS IN THE SERIES AND MUMBO AND LIZZIE AND THUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS--

#asks #secret life spoilers #traffic spoilers #liauditore is unhinged

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rooftopvibes · 2 months

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Books I read in February

Jon Fosse / Morning and Evening🎣

A child is born, a man dies, that’s the cycle of life. Fosse gives us an insight in the metaphysical world of a man who is dying and the magic of a child being born surrounded by the calming atmosphere of the Norwegian landscape.

I loved the beginning of the novel, it was my favorite part. It reads like a work of classical music, the music starts softly and gets louder and louder always interrupted by soft tunes in between which seem to sneak around the room. It’s a very smooth book to read. By the 2nd part I was a little confused since I didn’t know what it was about and I thought the protagonist is just hallucinating. Overall it’s a nice book to read and very smooth.

Dostoevsky / The double 🎭

On a mysterious night Golyadkin meets his double on a bridge. They become friends, they fight, Golyadkin‘s identity gets stolen. It’s an endless search of the real identity and the question remains „Who am I?“ We do not know for sure if Golyadkin is going insane but he seems to be very paranoid and insecure which are his main traits, so seeing a double of himself who is liked by others brings him into rage.

I couldn’t get into the story, I couldn’t focus, my mind was wandering off the whole time and I don’t know if that was because I couldn’t focus in general or the story didn’t catch me. I think both play a role. So I was confused the most time and didn’t know where the people were and what is going on but maybe that also represents Golyadkin‘s state of mind. To me it really came through how the weather reflects the inner state of the main character in this novel. Also I felt like there was, despite the very unfortunate situation, a lot of humor in the novel. I also think the topic of identity is very interesting so maybe it’s just how it is being told which kind of bored me because the story itself sounds interesting. I liked the beginning since it’s very mysterious and we don’t know what is going to happen but then the novel lost me. I personally didn’t find it too interesting since it’s a lot about the main character‘s work place and to me the other characters weren’t as lively as I am used to when reading Dostoevsky. I might give it a try some time again since, like I said, focusing was very hard at the time I read it. But it’s totally normal and can happen sometimes that you read a book and your mind wanders to different places and it’s not necessarily a bad thing, it just happens.

Dostoevsky / The gentle one 🎀

In „The gentle one“ we get a look into a pawnboker’s mind moments after his wife’s suicide. Everything starts out very chaotic since his wife is still lying in the apartment and it is no wonder that it is difficult to think in such a situation. Throughout the novel we get a clearer view on the situation, like the narrator says, he wants to tell the truth. Soon we realize that his mind is clouded and didn’t see moments like they were. So it’s the readers task to look through his words and see how the situation actually is, which isn’t always easy. Keeping in mind that the pawnbroker is much much older and his wife is a young girl in need, having nearly no money, we can assume the power this man has over his wife and the fear she must have felt. But the narrator tells the story in a whole different tone, almost like he was the victim.

Albert Camus / A Happy Death 🌌

„And all those who had not made the gestures necessary to live their lives, all those who feared and exalted impotence— they were afraid of death because of the sanction it gave to a life in which they had not been involved.“

As the title says, the main question of the novel is „How to die happily?“ There are two parts in this novel. The first part is about Mersault‘s „ordinary“ life. He doesn’t have enough time or money, he isn’t living he is rather just existing. In the 2nd part Camus shows us how it can look like to be happy. We see Mersault freeing himself of all these circumstances that made it difficult to be happy. In the novel we can find many connections to his other work The Stranger, even though there are also many differences, but I see it going together since it is said that The Stranger grew out of this novel.

A happy death is my favorite novel by Camus, i love the atmosphere and it gets rid of my fear when I read it. I read it around two years ago for the first time and it changed the way I think and feel about certain aspects in life. It helped me to get out of the state of existing and start living and feeling (even though I have to mention that by only reading the novel, it won’t do that for you but it definitely helps). It can teach to live no matter the circumstances, it can teach be to feel happy (but not joyful) even if you feel miserable. To take every every bit of nature into your body. And it teaches how you don’t need to be successful, how you don’t need anything to be happy. It gave me a different view on happiness but it was only the base. This book has such a great impact on my because of what I made out of the knowledge. I enjoyed the chapters where Mersault was just walking around and living his life because it had something so relatable. My favorite parts are the ones in the house above the sea because it seems so nice there and I also want to live there! Of course the last chapter is also my favorite since it makes me feel calm. When I think about death I (no longer) think about fear, I think about peace.

Stefan Zweig / The Heart‘s Impatience 🫀

„For the first time I began to perceive that true sympathy cannot be switched on and off like an electric current, that anyone that identifies himself with the fate of another is robbed to some extent of his own freedom.“

The heart‘s impatience is the longest novel of Stefan Zweig. Hofmiller, a young lieutenant visits a wealthy family who‘s daughter is paralyzed. His main motivation for visiting them is the feeling of compassion. Condor a doctor treats the daughter and reveals some interesting facts about medicine like the treatments are mostly there to motivate the patient, not to cure the illness. Everything ends in a tragedy since Edith, the paralyzed girl is in love with Hofmiller which turns into an obsession (Zweig‘s common topic in his novels).

I have to admit that I expected more from this novel. I found it not so interesting, only the last few pages really got me. The doctor is a very interesting character and I also liked Edith but I wish that Zweig would have gotten deeper into those characters. Also it made me question the feeling of compassion a lot and that it might not always be the best thing to show to people, maybe the harsh truth is better and would have avoided the tragedy. It has some good lines and the topic is interesting but the story itself and how it is being told didn’t catch me.

#classic lit #literature #dostoevsky #stefan zweig #Camus #jon fosse

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fantasticbean · 2 years

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Wicked Trails I. | Dream of the endless x f/reader

Little snippet of an idea I had while I was washing my hair. Thinking of making this a series depending on how u guys like it or not. Please keep in mind that English is NOT my first language and I wrote this for fun ≧◠‿◠≦

Ps. The reader only has the eyes specified because of fanfic purposes other than that, very neutral! Also so sorry for any grammar mistakes I tried but sadly I’m very blind and my glasses can only do so much.

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Their first encounter was something out of the ordinary. Mirkwood forest, as many called it, was a place that many feared and stayed far away from, yet Dream of the Endless was looking for inspiration. Creating dreams and nightmares is not an easy task, and for such dark times as those, drastic measures are required. It was a time when the gods were often fighting for notoriety; others for sheer delight, this of which Dream disapproved.

His coat swayed above bumpy floors, his demeanor intimidating as ever, causing the creatures to tremble in fear. It seemed as every step he took time stopped, and the ruby dangling by his neck was shining in the thick fog, like a star in a cloudy night, but a very, very cold star.

The elves clutched their grip as the man stopped and turned to the sound of giggles by the tallest scariest tree in all Mirkwood. The sound seemed innocent, although it was hard to believe that anything was good in that dark, gray forest. Dream all curious, stepped towards the tree and was surprised by the silhouette of a child. Playing with what seemed a snake, that moved in the amusement of the child. After sensing the strangers presence they turned and stared at Dream, in that moment he was at a loss for words. Their eyes were a deep shade of green adorned by gold strays that were shining with mischief.

Since then, when many trembled in fear at his presence, that insolent child stood fearlessly in front of an Endless.

“Man” the child whispered and giggled in delight, stepping down the rock where they were once crunching down to play with the dangerous animal, which was moving around the child in a form of protection.

“Play?” Her eyes bright, hopeful, gripping the edge of her brown tunic.

Dream’s brows shot up at the child’s words.

“I will not waste my time with such foolish actions.” he cuffed and began his path.

He felt silly, a child such as her looking entirely innocent walking so confidently at him, her eyes filled with challenge. Not only did she smelt like trouble, her features stood up in childish mockery that made him feel uneasy.

“So no play?” a pout adorned her face, Dream stared at them as apathetic as ever, and kept walking in the fog with the whiny child behind.

“You have name?”

“You’re truly a bother” he sighed, staring ahead.

Dream stopped abruptly when the child stepped in front of him, the snake following its master. Posture firm, as if she was not used to being ignored.

“Name” she demanded, eyes defying his.

Morpheus was not known for being patient or kind to others and she was not the exception.

“Don’t annoy me you insolent chi-”

He took a step towards her with the intentions of scaring her away; yet he was cut short when the snake arched its body and hissed with venomous hate, sharp teeth threatening the unknown man.

That’s when Dream knew she wasn’t just any child, when that pet snake of hers was trying to protect her at all costs.

“I’m Y/N” she said, and waited for his answer calmly, as if an animal double her height wasn’t just towering over her small body.

“Dream.” his voice deep as the blue of his eyes, glaring at the snake that was ready to attack any second.

“Dream… pretty” pleased by his answer she smiled “This Ollie,” and petted the beast whose green was shining intensely “she’s my friend” proud of the insanely wicked animal she caught, the snake never wavered his glare.

“This is no place for a child, you must go home.”

She furrowed her eyebrows confused by his words.

“This is home.”

Dream noticed her appearance; little feet were bare and had scratch marks over her fingers; the dress was wrinkled, her hair was sticking everywhere; an orphan most likely. His gaze softened, nevertheless, something caught his eye; the scratch mark she carried on her cheek was covered in faint gold, very similar to someone he encountered a few centuries ago and was not a fan of such character.

“Tell me, child,” he didn’t get far once again when Ollie hissed, but was caught by the neck by an unhinged kid that glared wickedly.

“Bad Ollie” she nagged Ollie without care.

Dream stood and watched as the eyes of the snake almost popped off their head because of the barbarian girl.

“Y/N” you stopped and turned to him. His voice, a sweet melody that can put anyone in his path to sleep.

“Yes?”

“Care to walk with me?”

He was certain it was just pity for the girl; that’s why he did it anyway. He possibly could not let her spring free, when something awful could harm her, besides the eccentric feeling the girl emitted, he was intrigued.

Upon his request, Y/N nodded happily and grabbed his coat.

She showed him the forest like the back of her hand; the creatures that once hid were creating a path for them as they walked, her pace never faltering, and so the Endless followed like he was a visitor in her own realm.

Mirkwood is not as bad as it seems, he thought. The forest changed at her presence, beaming with life, although gray looking, orange painted the sky right beside the river.

“Will I see you again?” She asked with a hopeful glint in her eye. They had stopped by the river, where she sat on a rock and admired the water following its rhythm.

“Perhaps.” Squinting her eyes at him as if she knew when someone was lying, like if it was her nature.

“Here?”

“Unlikely” he turned, facing her wicked eyes that he found hard to believe belonged to some mortal.

They were fatal, Dream knew that, yet he did not know whose creature was responsible for such outrageous creation.

“Where then?”

“When you sleep, you are most likely to enter my realm, which is the dreaming, that is my home.”

“Dreaming? Home?” She murmured, pulling at the leaves by her feet; the cold breeze was pulling her hair in all directions, and the gray of the sky was slowly descending to a fearless night.

“Yes.”

“I see you then” she smiled, but by the time she pulled her hair back to look at him, Dream was gone.

And so the Endless wondered that night at his throne with a book in his hands—who she was —why was her aura so strong and defying— yet so gentle to her surroundings.

“Did you have a nice trip, my lord?”

Lucianne interrupted his thoughts, voice echoed between the palace walls.

He hummed in confirmation, “Encountered many magnificent beings that I even forgot existed, scary even.”

“Does that mean you got all the inspiration needed for new nightmares, or perhaps dreams?”

“Nightmares indeed,” the librarian nodded at his words waiting for any more details about his journey. “I came across an altercation with a snake, a very particular one”

Now that caught Lucianne’s attention, her all mighty king having a spat with an ordinary snake was comical in a sense— even more when he was carrying a small frown, nonetheless, Lucianne, very professional, kept a straight face. It looked like the Lord of Dreams was battling inside with the memory. Not every day something caught Morpheus unprepared— but somehow, because of that child…

“I am grateful for such dispute, I know now what I must do” slamming the book shut as he stood from his throne.

Lucianne knew that snakes were soon to be rumoring around the Dreaming after his remarks and took pity on those whose phobias were serpent related.

“Very well sir, I should leave you to it then” so the loyal librarian left the throne room holding back a laugh.

On the other side, Y/N sat calmly rubbing the wolf fur while thinking of the nice stranger that accompanied her that afternoon. A voice brought her back to reality, and in the shadows a man with blonde hair similar to his long beard, walked around the forest looking for her.

A bright idea crossed Y/N’s mind, and so she hid behind the tree waiting for him to pass. His deep voice was growing closer by the second so when the time came,

“Boo!”

The man almost dropped the torch because of the girl and looked at her in all seriousness. He thought that after years of knowing her and being a powerful deity he would learn her mischievous ways, but Y/N always mastered new techniques to torture him.

“Hell girl, you scared me to death” though he couldn’t be mad while watching those eyes of hers beaming with amusement under the moonlight, he sighed and faked a mad face trying to scold her “I told you to come back before midnight”

She giggled uncaring, knowing she got way with her plan “I knoww”

Taking in her appearance, he took a leaf off her head.

“Look at yourself all grimy and filthy. I might have to lock you up so you don’t run off again”

“You can not”

“Don’t defy me child, now let us go back to the house”,her uncle grabbed her shoulder, securing her by his side in case she ran, however growing more tired by the second Y/N nodded and started walking “You drive mad, just like your father, little Laufeyson.”

So on, Dream of Endless wondered about the mystery child, that fate would bring them together once more, however, many years have passed, and the trickster might not be on her best behavior.

#morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x you

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mari-lair · 2 years

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thoughts or ideas on a terukane!phantom thieves au from aidairo themselves??👉👈

I had to research what the phantom thief au is, and I am so happy you mentioned it Anon! I had seen arts of phantom thief Akane before but I didn’t know the design had a whole AU behind it! And I love cop Teru, he gives me heavy asshole vibes!

Just look at them! You bet I got ideas!!

Akane dresses like an aristocrat, albeit a small and 'poor' one. He doesn’t seem like the kind to steal for money or power, so petty robbery it is, such as revenge against way more powerful nobles that overwork him or gems to spoil Aoi-chan, his favorite waitress, and friend.

Hanako also seems to be a phantom thief in this AU, so you bet he and Akane got a not-very-friendly rivalry going on. Most of the time Akane and Hanako are seen robbing the same place, so any witnesses assume they are working together instead of wanting to throw the other out a window. Some call them the ‘phantom duo’ and it makes Akane so fucking angry: while they both do crimes, Akane messes only includes the occasional property damage, Hanako on the other hand always aims for dramatic entrances, his methods constantly endanger people. It bothered Akane at first, but it grew into hatred when Hanako's stunts put Aoi’s life at risk. Twice.

Teru is from old money, his family is the richest in town, but he is more known for his extreme efficiency. It doesn’t take long for the cop chief to figure out Akane's real identity and memorize his schedule, cornering him while the noble was having a break at Aoi’s coffee shop and getting him to sit down and listen, using Aoi's wellbeing as a threat. Akane didn't want to give Aoi any trouble, so he behaved, but you could feel his hatred in waves.

Teru wanted to use Akane to catch Hanako but it became clear very quickly the two thieves do not work together. They make a deal where if Akane helps capture Hanako, his jail sentence will be greatly reduced and Akane is practically forced into agreeing.

Teru planned to keep Akane around just to have someone to take his stress out on, but the thief surprised him by genuinely helping out. Akane is no idiot, he understands how a thief's mind works and he has a surprisingly righteous mentality, writing down cards full of info on not only Hanako, but fellow nobles he learned are criminally corrupt. He felt restless by how Teru looked down on him, wanting to prove himself.

Akane is the first partner Teru got that keeps up with him, and his first friend, so you bet he’ll save Akane enough times to confuse the hell out of the phantom thief. Everything Teru does confuses Akane. The cop chief is cruel but he doesn't let anyone walk over Akane. He is cool with using manipulative tactics but he isn't corrupt like Akane had imagined: If a criminal tried to bribe Teru, he always increased their punishment without missing a beat, working harder than anyone, to the point Akane, who was forced to be a ‘guest’ at the Minamoto mansion until they find Hanako, rarely see Teru outside work.

Akane comes to the conclusion this town would crumble without Teru, so he doubled his efforts to help.

Teru learns Akane is not the one behind the worst robberies around, nor the casualties, which is the nudge he needed to justify himself for no longer wanting to imprison Akane.

When the duo eventually catches Hanako, Teru offers him a position as his right hand man, a high ranking job that no one was able to get. Akane hates cops with a passion so he just laughed at the idea.

Akane does reluctantly care about Teru though so he tries to convince him to be a thief instead “I technically already worked for you for three weeks, can’t you at least try to be a thief ? I know you’ll love it, you’re far too insane not to”. Teru hates thieves with a passion so he just laughed.

They are both insufferable.

Much to Akane’s annoyance, he gets arrested once he refuses the offer to be a cop, letting it slip he plans to continue being a petty thief. He is the best of the best tho, so he breaks out of his cell after 4 days, leaving behind a rude remark on how the cops have grown careless with Teru around to pick up their slack. Teru is delighted by the turn of events, eventually finding him again and hiring Akane as an independent informant.

Is never spoken out loud but they are dating. They go on dates four times a week to exchange information and flirt passively aggressively. People are very confused as to why someone from the Minamoto family is dating a low noble with a consistent prison history, but no one has the guts to question the chief of the police.

When it’s night time they have a game of cat and mouse, whenever Akane get caught while thieving, the stolen item is confiscated and they mostly make out. Only when they have a fight does Teru throws Akane in jail, being a little shit about it “My subordinates need to learn how to properly guard criminals, Aoi. I know you’re good but is sad that you can escape in less than a week. Be a dear and teach them a lesson again, pretty please?” And if Akane manages to get away with whatever he steals, he gets to decide where their next date will be.

(Part 2)

#terukane #phantom thief au #this is more of a tiny fic than au ideas #i had fun tho #hope you had too Anon #phantom thieves au

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 2 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 37

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Into The Unknown Masterlist

Marinette sighed quietly when she felt a tiny hand pulling at her nightshirt (it was really just a hoodie she had stolen from Tim, but calling it a nightshirt sounded less like bullying). She managed to crack an eye open just enough to look at Damian and then, careful not to disturb Tim, she shifted to make room for Damian.

And, to his credit, the kid didn’t complain in the slightest, settling down in his usual spot between them with his favorite Cat plush in his arms. But, after a few minutes of her kid shifting around over and over again trying to get comfortable, she rubbed her face sleepily and sat up again. Damian’s eyes instantly snapped open and he looked up at her. His eyebrows slowly started to furrow in the way Tim’s did when he was confused – though it seemed like Damian was consciously making an effort to make this face, if the concentration lining his gaze meant anything – and she gave him the slightest of smiles.

“You can tell me if you’re not sleepy,” she murmured.

Damian looked up at her for a moment longer before nodding. “'ana last muteaban,” he confirmed quietly.

She had figured. “You should tell me when that happens.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You can try again next time,” she said, unconcerned as she ruffled his bangs. Then, she shifted out of the blankets and, after he had given Tim his plush to cuddle with in favor of them, she took Damian in her arms. “Wanna do something until you’re sleepy?”

Instead of giving a proper answer, Damian wriggled until he could wrap his arms and legs around her. She appreciated the movement regardless, she was hardly as strong as she used to be and the fact that he was growing was not helping her ability to pick him up…

She hummed lightly as she thought, just barely bouncing on the balls of her feet, before she sighed.

“How about you help me bake?” she decided. Baking always helped when she was feeling down, it was repetitive and soothing, and it would end in something sweet to eat even if Damian didn’t particularly enjoy baking.

“Bake?” Damian gasped. “Cookies?”

“Sure, Dami, we can bake cookies,” she said, kissing the top of his head and making her way over to the kitchen. She sat him down on the counter and then tipped her head to the side thoughtfully. “Got anything you want in particular?”

“Cookies!”

“... right,” she sighed. She rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes and headed over to the pantry for inspiration. After a moment, she pulled out the peanut butter.

She took out an egg and some sugar. Behold. All the ingredients for peanut butter cookies. Easy and cheap – perfect for baking with a kid in the middle of the night.

After flicking on the oven, Marinette measured out the ingredients as carefully as any trained baker would (which is to say she just kinda eyeballed it) and then handed the bowl over to Damian to mix.

But he just looked up at her blankly.

She returned the look.

“More?” He asked, sticking out his lower lip in a pout.

Her willpower crumbled after approximately seventeen seconds. No sign of the girl that had once resisted Hawkmoth’s influence in sight. A single sad look from her kid and suddenly she was weak.

She sighed deeply as a kind of complaint, but took the bowl back and doubled the amount. This time, when she handed the bowl over for the kid to stir, he gladly did so. She smiled and started getting out pans.

When she had finished spraying them she glanced over and found that Damian was struggling a little with the batter. Which she had expected. His upper body strength needed work and mixing was hard when you aren’t used to doing it. She tried to take it back… only for Damian to whine and hug the bowl closer to himself.

“Dami… I’m just gonna finish mixing it.”

“Me! I can do it!”

She sighed a little but let go and leaned against the counter with her phone in hand. Either he would give up eventually or he would have some sort of insane breakthrough. The batter would be fine no matter what.

And, hey, after a while, the batter was somewhat usable. He held it out to her proudly and she couldn’t help but smile, pushing his bangs back to press a kiss to his forehead before turning to start spooning the mixture onto the greased pans.

(If she mixed the batter a little more under the guise of doling out servings… Damian didn’t need to know.)

After setting the trays in the oven she turned on Damian’s newest favorite show. The man on the screen’s too high-pitched voice filled the kitchen and she suppressed a cringe.

She felt someone sidle up next to her and breathed a sigh of relief as Tim wrapped his arms around her. Not because of the affection, but because the blanket draped around him like a cape was now blocking Damian’s view of her phone. How sad. The guy with the weird orange and purple hat was just about to talk to children. She clicked off the phone and gave Damian a look that said ‘oh no I have no clue what happened!’

Damian pouted but was quickly sated when she handed him the bowl, which still had tiny bits of batter stuck to the sides.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” she chided Tim quietly.

“So’re you.”

“Touche.”

He rested his chin on her shoulder. “Smells good.”

“Me or the cookies?” she teased, pressing a kiss to his nose.

He buried his face in her neck with a tiny yawn. “Foooooood.”

“You didn’t even hesitate. I’m hurt.”

He chuckled and squeezed her tighter before pulling away to lean over Damian. “Can I have some?”

Damian pouted but, however reluctantly, he gave Tim a tiny spoonful.

Marinette sighed and covered Tim’s mouth with her hand before he could eat it. “No. You’re immunocompromised. Salmonella is bad for you.”

He licked her hand. She grimaced and let go so she could wipe it off on his shirt… which, unfortunately, left him open to try and eat the cookie dough. But Marinette was not one to lose easily, so, out of options, she tackled her boyfriend/fake husband.

(Yes, officer, really, they were wrestling on the floor over a spoonful of peanut butter, sugar, and egg.)

Tim, of course, won – Marinette was severely out of practice. He held the spoon up victoriously.

Unfortunately for him, this was at the perfect level for Damian to eat it.

Tim had never looked so betrayed as he did when he found Damian’s mouth around his spoon.

Before this particular story begins, you must know: Tim tried. He really did.

Getting professional advice about children with trauma in Gotham was easy. No one really feels the need to ask why a kid has trauma in the first place, because, well, it’s Gotham.

The only information Tim had to give up was the fact that, hey, Damian’s original family wasn’t the best… and the therapist he had gone to had simply accepted this. There was no ‘could you go into more specific detail about this’ or ‘are you part of said original family’ or even ‘did you kidnap him, oh my god?!’.

The therapist simply looked him in the eye, smiled, and said, “Okay, let’s talk about solutions, then.”

The first option was therapy, obviously, and, despite the fact that this was probably the best one, Tim had to decline.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Er… you’d probably want plausible deniability,” Tim said carefully.

The therapist’s mouth made a little ‘o’ shape and then she nodded. “I see. Then I would suggest extra support at bedtime.”

His forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Routines are particularly good,” the therapist explained easily enough. “Do something relaxing right before bed, every night, and make sure that he is always in bed at the same time. Be sure to be extra affectionate around that time, too, to put him in a good mood and remind him that he is loved.”

Tim glanced at Damian, who was sitting across the room with a coloring book, wondering what they should do to help relax him. He seemed to enjoy baking well enough, but sugar before bed was… not a great idea. Maybe they could move his bath time to nighttime? Or start doing bedtime stories?

“I would also suggest teaching him relaxation techniques and breathing exercises.”

Tim added that to his notes app. He knew quite a few of those. Who knew that being a vigilante could come in handy when dealing with your kid’s trauma? Wild.

“Sometimes journaling helps, but it depends on the person,” the therapist continued. “It could help him get his thoughts together and help him sort through complicated emotions, but it could also make him spiral. I would suggest that one as a last resort.”

Tim grimaced. He wasn’t one for huge risks like that. Forget ‘as a last resort’, he wasn’t going to be using that at all.

“You need to talk with him about his… events,” the therapist carefully stepped around asking what had happened once again. Tim appreciated it. They had come up with a story to tell, of course, but he would rather avoid going into all of the fake trauma surrounding the death of Marinette’s fake parents… especially since that might make the therapist question them about their mental health, and they didn’t really know how they were supposed to behave about their supposedly dead parents. “Only when he’s comfortable doing it, of course, but you need to validate how he’s feeling. Especially if emotional abuse was involved.”

Tim added to his notes app yet again, nodding thoughtfully. He was pretty sure he and Marinette were okay about that, but maybe he should be more careful about it. Writing it down should help him remember…

“You might also consider getting him an emotional support animal.”

And this was where the therapist made a mistake. Because she had incorrectly assumed that Tim was mature. He was only twenty-one. Having a kid and being a vigilante had somewhat sped up the aging process, but certainly not enough.

Because, the moment they realized this was their chance to get a dog, Damian and Tim both perked up and they were gone.

Marinette blinked as she received a text. She had wanted to go to the appointment but, alas, there was a charity gala going on that day. Bruce had tried to get her to go to the appointment regardless… but she couldn’t. If she left him alone there was a 98% chance he would try to poach the entirety of Lex Luthor’s entire labor force. Which, granted, would be good for the workers… but it would tank WE’s reputation immediately and would prevent them from ever having a successful charity gala again.

But she had kept her phone on, so she got to watch in real time as Tim freaked out.

She squinted at the string of emojis before, inevitably, sending a question mark, because that was incomprehensible. Even for him.

And then he sent a picture of a dog with a support animal vest on (from the internet, he hadn’t gone out and bought one quite yet, thank god)…

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had saved WE’s reputation, but at what cost? There really was no winning, was there?

She clicked off her phone. She would deal with this later. After she stopped Bruce from slapping Lex Luthor for being homophobic (again).

~~~

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#did like 6 hours of work and promptly decided fuck that #having a job suckssssss #especially when ur boss is refusing to pay you now that the work is done #like sir i sifted through hours worth of information if u dont pay me ill scream #hahaha anyways #we got a masterlist now #so thats cool #and hiatus is over im bored #lmaoooo oof #maribat #into the unknown #shutterbug #timari #timmari #timinette #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #tim drake #red robin

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vintagepresley · 7 months

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my favourite seasons of ahs at the moment are:

murder house (classic)

hotel (Hated on for what? Love the twist, the countess and james 😍)

roanoke (I love this one, scares me, 🐷)

apocalypse (I love how this links with other seasons and gives an ending to MH)

coven (Love, stevie nicks, misty)

1984 (So underrated, love the classic camp setting)

cult ( love it, Kai is a psycho)

asylum (Name game, Lana banana, pepper, alien storyline throws me off tho)

freak show (love it just not as much as other seasons)

not including the other seasons because they don’t feel like ahs (they don’t have the vibe) and I don’t like them. My order changes alot

what’s your ranking?

YES I LOVE THIS QUESTION BC AHS IS MY FAVE. Your rankings are interesting a lot of people hated Roanoke. Here’s my rankings.

Asylum (this is number one for me because this genuinely scared me. Now I’m still pissed about the alien story line which I’m gonna come back to this.)

Hotel (Need I say more? GAGA SLAYED. The aesthetics everything. I had an odd crush on Mr. March…)

Coven (This season is another that kinda scared me. The opening theme is just.. it freaks me out. But this was another classic season.)

Cult (THIS SEASON HAD ME FUCKED UP. Kai was insane bro)

1984 (now I was disappointed that our usual line up wasn’t in this season but I did enjoy it and it was actually scary!

Murder House (classic. It’s scary but not as scary as the others so that’s why it’s down here lol)

Now let’s get into these other seasons…

First off.. Freakshow? What the hell was that? 😭 It started off scary and then it kinda got lost and the story got a little boring. But Jessica Lange slayed as always.

Roanoke.. this was I just.. I couldn’t get into it. It was so weird and confusing. Then lady Gaga was in it and then they replaced her because she was touring. The whole thing just felt not like.. AHS

Apocalypse.. Now I did enjoy this season because it all intertwined together. But something was still missing for me. I don’t know why. But I also feel like this is where they started introducing new characters into the show that are now kind of a staple.

Double fucking feature.. THIS STARTED OUT SO DAMN GOOD!!!! The first half should’ve been the entire season because it was so good and it felt like old AHS and we saw Evan again and other cast members we missed. I was so hoping the second half with the aliens would’ve been an answer for what the fuck happened with them in Asylum. BUT THEY GAVE US NOTHING. The second half was so fucking stupid. I didn’t even finish it.

NYC.. This had potential to be good but it ended up being boring and just not interesting at all. It seemed more like a fashion show than actual horror.

The current season I’m not even watching lol and don’t get me started on American Horror Stories..

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https-kirstenikita · 1 year

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I'm not shit at this.

Writing is something that I’ve always enjoyed, but never felt good at. I remember getting a notepad and pens for Christmas one year as a child and deciding to write a story about fairies, and later on that year our school had a competition which involved “writing a book” so I translated it and submitted it. I never heard anything back.

I loved reading when I was younger, like many Jacqueline Wilson was my queen. I had nearly the entire collection and would read them over and over (and over) again. I had a lot of the original disney books as well, they were read a million times as well as a few others. I just loved reading, I would stay up all night reading and falling asleep with the book in my hand. As I entered secondary school it was the same, and sort of ended when I went into sixth form. I just loved reading, I still do, but after years of heavy academic work it was/is hard to enjoy.

I wrote a LOT in my early teens. Fiction, non-fiction, blogs, mostly fan-fiction. I absolutely loved it, I’d have to stop myself from posting so much. Fan-fiction was my most successful, one of them has 1.6million reads on wattpad which just feels insane because that was just a little 14 year old me? I also have a plethora of diaries, journals etc that I continue to this day. Other than the physical diaries, this all stopped when school got more intense and sixth form started. I found myself either at school, working or doing schoolwork and lost the passion for writing, I also had a massive confidence knock during year 12.

Even though I enjoyed writing, I didn’t feel like I was good at it. I never shared it with anyone apart from one friend, Emilie, who I bonded with a lot over music and writing and it was just something we always shared together even if it was shit. Other than that, my writing was mine, a secret to everyone but myself. When my GCSE exams were marked, it was a year where they had a massive shortage of examiners so they had teachers marking work in subjects they knew nothing about. This resulted on me barely scraping passing my English language GCSE despite having *almost* straight A’s in my coursework. At the beginning of year 12, one of my English teachers decided to bitterly tell me this information in front of the class, resulting in me storming out and screaming bloody murder in the sixth form block . I felt stupid, confused, cheated, like I’d been led on the whole of my GCSE’s. How on earth have I got A’s on nearly all of my coursework but a U (ungradable) on my exam when I did everything I was told to do? What? Honestly, it was one of the most confusing and heartbreaking moments of my educational career. I couldn’t believe it.

I started doing English literature in sixth form, and after that incident it really knocked me. Year 12 was also a really difficult one for me because there was so much going on at home, this definitely added to things. I felt like nothing I did was right, whenever I’d ask for help I got hit with a snarky remark or to “google it” (yes, I will never get over this). I quit the course after 1 year because the drive and confidence was gone. I described myself as someone who’s “shit at English”. I would be that person constantly asking people to proofread, double check things, asking repeatedly if my work made sense and those people would make adjustments.

It wasn’t until my second year of university that I really found my understanding for writing, and could see for myself that I’m good at it. I studied theatre and performance at university which was an accumulation of many things theatre-related but academically driven. We did acting, production and academic research but everything was heavily based on research and a big part of our coursework was how our research made a difference on our work. In my first year I passed with good grades, everyone says the first year of uni is a bit of a doss and it kind of was. Despite this, I wasn’t used to the amount of research and writing which was because I’d done a BTEC during sixth form which is more vocational (practical) so I spent more time on my feet than reading and researching. In the first year, we didn’t get to choose the subjects we did but it was divided up equally into acting, production and academic stuff, then from second year we got to choose what we wanted to focus on. I decided to take a leap and pick mostly academic modules for the entire year. In this, I decided to do 2 independent research modules - not a common choice.

I was hesitant at first but I loved independent research. That is the module that made me realise I’m good at research and writing. Finding something you love and pursuing it really shows your skills, and you don’t know until you’re in it. It absolutely helps that I had an amazing, open-minded tutor who I’d have fantastic 1-1 meetings with, she was brilliant. She was real and honest with me about my work. She taught me how to write, how to structure things but using my topic as the stimulus and when I say that put two and two together, it put two and two together. Suddenly my essay quality went up by miles, for every other subject I was doing I suddenly just knew how to write. This was because I had done it within a subject that was so familiar to me and it just clicked, I had a moment of realisation: I’m not shit at this. Everything came together and it was one of the most impactful moments of my life. My grades shot up as did my confidence.

Since then, I’ve felt far better about my writing skills. I’m still slowly getting back into reading (despite graduating nearly 3 years ago…), but writing is definitely something I want to really make a habit of. I work as a receptionist and spend most of my day typing up emails, communicating and writing generally which secures that more. I even have people coming up to me now asking me to write stuff up for them and it makes me so happy because an 18-year-old would have never seen this coming.

Kirsten x

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oblxvion · 3 years

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kiss me thru the phone | megumi fushiguro (1)

-> pairing(s): megumi fushiguro x f!reader, a bit of yuji itadori x f!reader

-> wc: 4k

-> warnings: smut, phone sex, slight corruption, cheating, mutual masturbation, a bit of praise

megumi had always thought you were insanely attractive, what was there not to like? everything about you, how kind you were to everyone, how your smile could always lighten up a room, your body and facial features were just a plus. he’d never really thought about you in that way until you started to hang around him and his friends more. there wasn’t anything wrong with you in his mind, you had no flaws. except for one thing, he wasn’t the one dating you, yuji was.

of course, there wasn’t anything wrong with that, he was glad that you were happy and if dating yuji put a smile on your face, then so be it. but sometimes, he wishes he had you all to himself.

on the other hand, you were completely obvious to megumi’s liking to you. and you had reason, you were preoccupied with your feelings for your loving boyfriend. you would’ve never suspected that he felt something for you due to the fact that he was a very closed off person, rarely sharing intimate aspects about himself. regardless, you were still close with him because of how all tended to hang out together sometimes with kugisaki, who was one of your best friends.

yuji had recently left for a business trip that was in his hometown, he said it was going to take a week, which you were fine with. you could use this time to spend some time with friends and family during the day, but at night, this was a completely different story. since yuji wasn’t home, you were left alone, having to deal with the nightly events. you enjoyed pleasuring yourself but having him pleasure you was just so much different, you had grown addicted to it, and now that he wasn’t home, you missed him even more.

you had been laying in bed in a bra and panties, scrolling through your phone for what seemed like hours when you got a snapchat notification from yuji, bringing a small smile to your face. you quickly tapped on the app and opened his snapchat, he was in bed, clearly tired and ready to go to sleep. you swipe over to the chat and your fingers tapped on the screen as you sent him a message.

hi baby, how was your day? you sent him before swiping back to your other snapchats, answering them and going to explore the other apps on your phone. you missed him, a lot, in fact, but you didn’t want to seem desperate.

you opened kugisaki’s snapchat, she was watching a new show that she had told you about, to which you responded with a smile. then you opened megumi’s, he seemed to be in bed with his shirt off and LED lights set to a low dark blue. you chuckled to yourself as you had a good feeling about what he was doing, but you decided to play it off as you send him back a photo of you, making sure not to show anything that was meant for yuji.

yuji is typing…

snapchat from yuji

angel! my day was good, i’m a bit tired though, how was yours? his words made your heart flutter, you missed him. it was only going to be a few more days until he came home.

good, i miss you

i need you right now.

you hoped he would get the message, you couldn’t deny the warmth near your core that was beginning to form. it had been a while since the last time the two of you had sex, the week before he left, you were on your period. as much as he begged you to have period sex, you didn’t necessarily feel comfortable at the time but you told him that it would happen in the future, to which he obliged.

i need you too, fuck, i don’t know how i’m gonna go without you for the next few weeks. you felt yourself freeze, weeks? the trip was originally supposed to only be a few days. did something happen? at work? with his family? all possible reasons to why he would be staying longer flooded through your head.

i thought it was only supposed to be a week? what happened? your fingers trembled as you typed out onto the screen. how were you supposed to go weeks without him? you were already struggling as much as it is, you missed him too much.

yeah, it was but something came up at home and i need to stay to help.

i’m sorry, baby.

you wanted to ask him if you could come but if it was something personal to their family matters, you didn’t want to impose and cause any stress. you replied with a simple “i understand,” not wanting to invade his privacy because you knew that it could be something that he didn’t want to talk about just yet, but he would tell you eventually and you were fine with that. it was clear that the both of you didn’t want to continue the conversation, however sensitive it may be. you snapped him a photo of you cuddled up in bed with a small smile, hoping to brighten his mood.

he responded with a picture of him laying shirtless in bed, he angled his phone perfectly for you to get a good view of his chest and abs, while his free hand was very close to the waistband of his sweatpants. you could feel yourself growing hot at the scene, but for some reason, it felt weird to be sending lewd photos of yourself after that conversation. knowing yuji, he probably was jerking off before you texted him, so you disregarded the other thought from before.

you decided to have a little fun with him as you sat up in your bed, sending him a picture of your body, specifically the matching panties and bra. it was one that he had bought for you for valentines day this year, claiming that he didn’t need anything from you because seeing you in it would be all that he needed.

he opened the snapchat almost right away, taking a few moments to respond while you responded to kugisaki and megumi. his response consisted of him sending you a video as he slid his sweatpants down to mid thigh, his hand slowly sliding up and down his shaft before picking up the pace. you knew he was close, you could tell. his body had a sheen layer of sweat, only telling you that your suspicion about him jerking off earlier was true.

“fuck…” he groaned through the video, his voice sending vibrations down your spine. you took it upon yourself to help him reach the release that he was so desperately trying to reach. you exited out of his snapchat and double clicked, brining your phone in front of you, trying to take a good picture of your breasts that you know he loved. once you took the photo, you made sure that you looked good before you hit send.

your heart dropped once you realized who the photo went to, it wasn’t yuji.

it was his best friend, megumi.

you frantically swiped through the chat to attempt to delete the ten second photo, but to your despair, he’d already opened it. what were you going to do? you needed to tell him that it was an accident, especially since you double snapchatted him as well.

fuck, i’m so sorry that wasn’t meant for you

you were shaking, how was he going to react? how could you tell yuji? was he going to tell yuji? all these questions began filling your head as you awaited his response. what the hell were you going to do? just what the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

as an attempt to calm yourself down, you clicked on yuji’s profile, seeing that he was last seen 5 minutes ago, you hoped that he would snapchat you back. you were never one to cheat, it was only an accident. he would understand that, right? you didn’t send megumi that picture on purpose.

that was meant for yuji! sorry again!

megumi couldn’t believe what he was seeing, here you were, on his phone screen, sending him a lewd photo. he thought he was dreaming, the way the lingerie fit so perfectly on your body, he couldn’t help but palm himself through his pants. he had a feeling that the picture wasn’t for him, he knew that it was for yuji, you confirmed his thoughts by sending your apology but what was the issue with looking at it a bit longer? dragging this moment out to the fullest?

the things he wanted to do to you, how fuckable you looked, it was driving him insane. he wanted to have you, to hear your whimpers as he ruined you over and over again. but he knew it was wrong, he had always felt wrong for having these feelings about you while you were with yuji.

megumi fushiguro is typing…

snapchat from megumi fushiguro

you were terrified to open his snapchat, afraid to see his response, slut-shaming you for sending him a picture like that when you had a boyfriend. you had to know what he said in order to explain the whole situation or else you’d hate yourself for it. but his response was something that you did not expect.

nah you’re all good

look at you, fuck

you could feel your face grow warm at his comment, it wasn’t something you weren’t used to. yuji always told you how good you looked for him, but for some reason, this was different. you liked it, and you felt dirty for it.

the right thing to do would be just to apologize for the confusion and be on with your day, but your mind and body were saying two different things. you knew this was wrong but your body was saying something else.

he doesn’t have to know.

he won’t know.

before you even had time to respond, megumi sent you a photo. you hesitated to open it at first, what if it was a picture of his dick? he didn’t seem like the one to do that, but men in the past had done this to you before, so you weren’t so sure. but curiosity kills the cat, and once you opened his snapchat, you shifted your position, trying to get any sort of friction on your clothed clit.

he was on his bed in the photo, one arm behind his head as he held the phone at a good angle for you to see some of his body while he wore a mischievous smirk on his face, cocking his head to the side. who knew such a innocent act like this could get you all riled up? and to top it off, the words on the photo said put on a show for me.

it was obvious that his words had an effect on you, even though you couldn’t hear him saying them, your whole body was hot. it felt like this decision was life or death, it wouldn’t be that bad.

you tapped out of his snapchat, stood up near your bed and angled the camera to make sure you got your whole body in the picture. nobody could deny it, you looked so fucking sexy in this lingerie. this was all so dirty, the fact that it was the lingerie that yuji had bought you and you were sending picture of yourself in it to his best friend. in a way, it almost turned you on even more. you loved yuji, you did, but this was getting you more excited than he ever had.

you continued to send him more photos of your body, living for every response that he gave you. his responses sent a chills throughout your body, making you want to hear more, see more. it seemed that megumi wasn’t really one to send lewds but you could tell that he was very aroused by your photos with the comments he was giving you, it was addicting.

fuck, you’re so pretty

so fucking sexy

holy fuck y/n

it was wrong to be doing this, and you hated to admit that you were enjoying it every one bit. with just his comments and pictures back to you, you could feel your slick pooling in your panties. his photos back to you consisted of him sending pictures of his abs or pictures of him gently stroking his length through his sweatpants.

you wanted more, him to say more, for there to be more, you wanted to see it. just from seeing his print in his pants, you could tell that he was nowhere near small, maybe it was time to take it to the next level.

his previous snapchat consisted of a body shot, clearly from the side so you could see how toned he was, along with his free hand down and under his waistband. it was a sight, you had to agree, it left you flustered. you wanted to one up him, make him be the one unable to control himself, make him be the one who’s flustered.

you took it upon yourself to take a video of your body, hand slightly ghosting down your breasts, making sure that one could hear the small whimpers and noises you were emitting. you had to admit, you were hot, there was no doubt in that statement. once you clicked send on the video, a smirk took form on your face, you couldn’t wait for his reaction.

when megumi opened your video, he was surprised because all you had sent him before were pictures, but now seeing a video, he didn’t know how to react. he felt his whole body freeze when he heard your little moans as you gave him a perfect view of your body. he was impossibly harder than he was before, and it was all because of you.

“fuck,” he groaned as he set his phone down, bring his hands up to his face. his cheeks felt hot, he would’ve never believed that this was going to happen. you, the girl he’d always wanted to be his own, sending him provocative pictures like this. it felt like a dream come true, he didn’t want to let it go to waste.

on the other hand, you leaned back on your bed as you set your phone down beside you as you slowly began to bring your hands down to your pulsing heat. although you had been teasing him, you also had been teasing yourself too and you needed to let off some steam. you tried to think of yuji, how he loves and praises you, but all you could think of was him.

megumi.

your boyfriends best friend.

you tried to imagine what it’d be like if it were his fingers on you instead, sliding up and down your body as he took in every crevice, every dip of your skin. the feeling of his mouth on yours, on your body, between your legs, you wanted to feel him everywhere. you felt filthy, disgusting, but you needed him.

just as you were about to bring your fingers under the waistband of your flimsy panties, your phone began to vibrate on the bed. you were a bit confused to be receiving a call at this time of the night but when you turned your phone up to face you, it was megumi.

you were nervous to pick up, thinking that it would be awkward. but you had just sent him lewds, so you decided that didn’t matter. you picked up the phone call embarrassingly quick, only to see his face light up when yours came on screen. you didn’t know what to say, it was like all the words had suddenly fell back down your throat.

“hi princess,” he whispered, making your heart flutter. you mentally cursed at yourself, he shouldn’t be making you feel this way. you had a boyfriend.

megumi took notice in your lack of response, chuckling lowly to himself. he thought it was cute, how you now could barely keep your composure around him.

“hi,” you mumbled in response, his voice putting you in a haze. you’d hung out with megumi before, but never did you feel this way towards him.

“acting all shy now, huh? you weren’t so shy before, baby.” lust was laced in his voice, you found it undeniably attractive, the pet name sending a warm feeling throughout your body. “c’mon, put on a show for me.”

you weren’t quite sure with what he meant with his words, but you had an idea. you reached behind you to unclasp your bra and slowly pulled it down for him to see, gently bringing your free hand to fondle with your breasts, forefinger and thumb playing with your nipple, making sure both got the same amount of attention.

this simple action had him throbbing as he held back a moan, he could feel the precum leaking down his shaft. oh how he wanted to ravish you, have you all to himself. you were addicting, he needed you.

megumi slid his hand under the waistband of his pants, stroking himself ever so slightly. he tried to hold back his moans as his eyes stayed glued to the screen as you played with your breasts. it was so overwhelming, he loved every second of it.

“fuck,” you moaned quietly, hoping he wouldn’t hear, but to your disappointment, he heard.

“what is it?” he responded rather quickly, worried that he had done something wrong. the silence in his room and yours was undeniably loud, and he heard that small sound of you playing with your cunt. you tried everything to make sure that he hadn’t heard, but this whole situation was going south and you needed to relieve the feeling that was building up. you knew you would feel disgusting about this later, you’d feel like a horrible person for what you were doing.

yuji didn’t have to know.

“‘need you right now, fuck, megumi, please,” you whimpered as you gently ghosted your fingers over your folds, silently cursing at yourself for getting so aroused from him, with him on the phone. you gently swirled your finger around your clit causing you to twitch at the sensation, stifling back a moan as you bit your lip.

the sound of you moaning his name and getting off on the other end of the phone was driving him insane, he needed to see you, to see your pretty pussy, all puffy and slick with your essence as you shamelessly fingered yourself for him. the fact that you had a boyfriend and this could be really bad for the both of you, seemed to only turn the two of you on more.

“wanna see you,” your voice was small, he thought it was cute. “please.” he could tell that as much as you wanted to see his face, you wanted to see something more.

“fuck, y/n, okay, only if you show me after.” he pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free himself, his dick slapping against his lower abdomen. you swore you could feel your hole clench at the sight of his fully erect cock. sure, you had a large amount of sexual experience and seen a fair share of dicks in your life, but there wasn’t a single one that looked as pretty as his. he seemed to be above average size, a bit on the skinnier side but he made up for it in length, compared to yuji, who was around average size but had more girth than megumi. but you knew that megumi would be able to hit spots inside you that yuji hadn’t. of course, he still pleasured you but there was something about megumi that had you itching to have him inside you. although it seemed far fetched, you were just going to have to relish in this moment.

“like what you see, hm?” his words snapping you out of your trance, turning your head away from the camera which earned a low chuckle from him.

“shut up,” you mumbled, before looking back towards the screen. you saw him stroke himself, picking up the pace from the speed at which he was going at earlier. he tried to hold back the noises that were coming from his mouth but you loved them, you loved this.

“are you g’na show me that pretty pussy of yours?” he asked you, your face heating up once again at his request. you nodded your head slowly as you brought your phone down in between your legs. you never had done something like this in the past, but it sent adrenaline throughout your whole body.

megumi’s eyes stayed glued to the screen as you lowered the phone agonizingly slow until the phone was right in front of your clothed heat. the wet spot at your crotch was incredibly noticeable along with your free hand stuffed in your panties, trying to bring yourself close to the edge. you slowly pulled your hand out from under the waistband, fingers coated in your slick as you pulled your underwear to the side to reveal yourself fully to him.

he felt his breath hitch in his throat, you were so wet. there was no doubt that you were talking to yuji before you talked to him but the fact that he had managed to get you even more turned on before, stroked his ego immensely.

but little did he know, most of this was because of him.

“holy shit,” he groaned as he began to stroke up and down his length, keeping his eyes on the screen. you had the prettiest cunt he’d ever seen, it was even better than he’d imagined, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. megumi had fantasized about this for so long, and now he has it right before his eyes. he continued to watch, giving you encouraging words of praise as you fingered yourself ever so slowly, making sure your clit also got some relief as well.

your saccharine moans echoed through the room as you began to pick up the pace, you were close. you could feel your orgasm as it was just on the edge, you just needed one more push.

“oh fuck,” you bit your lip as you tried to cover your sounds, your fingers barely grazing over your special spot as you fucked yourself with your fingers. “megumi, ’m gonna - ”

“you gonna cum? yeah?” he seethed, megumi could feel his orgasm approaching fast, he needed to see you cum before him. “imagine if it was me, using my fingers on you, my mouth on you. c’mon baby, cum for me.”

as soon as those words came out of his mouth, you came hard, imagining as if it were him who was the one with his fingers inside of you, easing you out of your orgasm. the sight of you coming undone before his eyes through the screen made him lose it as he came, hot spurts of his cum on his chest, groaning at the feeling of his long awaited release.

you both stayed quiet as you caught your breath, the silence somewhat awkward, but for some reason, calming. once back to normal, you both exchanged a light conversation before ending the call.

you lay in bed, thinking about what you had just done. it was wrong, dirty, and you felt filthy for it. the worst part, you enjoyed it way more than you thought you would. the two of you knew in your hearts that things won’t be the same after this, there’s no way they could. it would have to be a secret, just be between you and megumi.

as you lay there, one thought played on repeat inside your head.

what were you going to tell yuji?

#megumi fushiguro #megumi smut #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fushiguro smut #itadori yuji #itadori yuji x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tw: corruption

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Emily's girl

In which Spencer is flirting with a clueless Y/N after a long case at a bar and Emily is not very happy

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst, swearing, mentions of sex, fluffy/spicy ending, lmk if I missed anything! Pretty short <3

Emily just couldn't understand how Y/N could stand there, across the bar, talking to Spencer Reid and not flirting back. Unless she was totally clueless which was even more desirable.

Nobody knew about the few times they'd spent in each other's beds. Y/N was just a little bit more... innocent than Emily.

By a little, she meant a lot.

Emily watched as Y/N nodded along with Spencer's knowledge spew, completely interested in whatever the doctor was talking about. She rolled her eyes when Y/N started to giggle.

The woman sighed and moved closer to them so she could eavesdrop on their conversation. Something she'd do without shame.

"So I guess what I'm saying, is that snakes can out live mice because," Spencer stopped to chuckle. "Because most of the time, it's the snake that kills the mouse."

Emily watched from the side as Y/N nodded and giggled. "That was very interesting." She told him while laughing, almost doubling over. Emily would hate to admit it but she was insanely jealous. Jealous because Y/N was laughing so hard at something that wasn't even funny.

After the laughter stopped, Spencer cleared his throat. "Uh... can I uh... can I ask you something?"

Y/N looked up and smiled her sweet little clueless smile. "Sure, Spence. What's up?" She asked, sipping her beer.

The doctor bit the inside of his cheek and looked anywhere but at her. "Uh... I wanted- I want to take you to... the- the movies. There's this French film in the park next Saturday."

Y/N's smile never fell. "Oh! Of course, Spencer." She stopped and giggled. "Remember when the first time we went together, this lady started screaming when birds attacked her and her bread basket?" She could barley get her sentence put do to the laughter. "I mean who brings a bread basket to a park surrounded with birds!? I-"

"N-not as friends, Y/N." The woman stopped and inhaled. Her smile was still there but very, very confused. "Every other time we went, we were friends. But- but I don't want to be friends this time." He stuttered out nervously. "I want to um... pick you up at your house. And... and I want to kiss kiss you goodnight when I drop you off."

Emily rolled her eyes once again. "God, he's gonna embarrass himself." She whispered, rubbing her temple.

"I just... I've had these feelings for you since the first time we went together."

Y/N's smile had disappeared by now. She's way to nice to say no. Emily thought.

"Uh... I'll be right back." Y/N told him. "I've had a lot of... beer." She said quickly, holding up her bottle. Spencer nodded and Y/N rushed off after shoving her beer in his hand.

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Y/N leave towards the bathroom unusually quick. Maybe she just... really had to go?

Emily sighed and smiled as she went to stand right in front of him. "What the hell are you doing, Reid?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"R-remember when you told me to ask that girl that I liked kn a date? Last week?" Emily nodded, faking a clueless look, knowing what he was about to say. "W-well, that girl... it was Y/N. And I just asked her out. Then, she just ran away! I mean, I know she's way to sweet to reject someone like that but, running away was a bit... unlike her. Don't you think?"

Emily bit her lip and looked at the ground. "Well maybe she's just not into people like you..." She trailed off. She was still insanely jealous but she felt bad. She wanted to let him down easy for Y/N.

"Well, she seemed pretty interested the other day..." The doctor said, biting his thumb nail. "She was giving me all the signals."

"No, Reid." Emily stopped him. "What I mean is, she's not into... your kind..."

"My kind? What do you mean by-" Spencer stopped. He looked at Emily who had raised eyebrows and a small, expectant smile. "Oh."

Emily nodded and went to move past him but she stopped and placed her hand on his chest, getting close enough so only he could hear. "And, Reid." The man looked down at her. "If you're thinking about how I know... I want you to think about that for a second."

Spencer gulped. Emily continued, this time with a predatorial loom in her eyes. "She's mine. Don't hit on her again." She shook her head slightly and smiled again before walking away.

Reid stared at the ground as he let her words sink in. A pair of heels stepped into his vision. "Uh... hi." Spencer looked up at her.

"Hi, Y/N."

Y/N looked scared. "I just wanted to let you know that I gathered up all of my courage to say... no." She nodded firmly. "Now, by any chance, do you know where Emily went?" She asked, her voice a little quieter.

Spencer nodded and pointed his thumb in the direction of where Emily had went. Y/N nodded again. "Thanks. A-and I'm sorry." She smiled, patting his chest before leaving.

Outside, Emily was waiting for Y/N with a smile on her face. When the woman came out, Emily's smile grew.

Emily called for a taxi and wrapped her arm around Y/N, kissing her very roughly. "You rejected Reid, right?" Emily asked after pulling away.

"Of course I did." Y/N nodded.

"Good." Emily crashed her lips to Y/N's again as the taxi pulled all the way up next to them.

Y/N reached behind her and opened the door, still connected to Emily's lips. The two pretty much collapsed into the back seat of the car and struggled to shut the door while kissing still. Emily moved her lips to Y/N's ear.

"You are so in trouble tonight."

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Hey! This was another request from @ready-4-spencie !

Hope you like this and also, Emily Prentiss is bae ;)

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #spencer reid #emily prentiss is hot #criminal minds imagine #the bau

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nixxx11 · 3 years

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Ending Umbrella Scene Analysis (Mr. Pigeon 72)

I loved this scene so, so much from the new episode, I'm going to be rewatching it on repeat for 5 years 😍

So anyways, I noticed some interesting things about the parallels of the umbrella scenes...thought I'd share...

Marinette got trapped under the umbrella when she was standing alone under it in Stoneheart.

In Mr. Pigeon 72, they are both trapped under the umbrella together and are standing next to each other.

It symbolizes the fact that now both of them hold the umbrella, showing their mutual love for each other, Marinette not being alone in her feelings for Adrien anymore.

“Wow, have you kept it all this time?”

Immediately after, the scene shows us rain and lighting, the same situation in Origins when Marinette first fell in love with Adrien. It’s indicating that she’s fallen in love with him again.

Marinette's love for Adrien was originally depicted in the umbrella scene. He gave her the umbrella. It’s the moment that sparked her love. But it doesn’t end there. He's also given her something else, which she's kept for a long time. It's not just an umbrella. The umbrella is supposed to symbolize love between them. More than a reverse in the love square, it’s a reset.

Adrien's question about keeping the umbrella doesn't just refer to the umbrella. It refers to her feelings.

Marinette has kept the umbrella concealed, the same way she’s kept her feelings concealed. What’s special about this scene? The fact that she didn’t conceal her feelings. She’s been trapped, like an umbrella, but she’s finally opening it up in this scene.

The symbol here is that she’s had the umbrella the entire time.

She’s kept her feelings for Adrien buried inside the entire time, finally taking them out during this scene and falling in love again.

The umbrella served as a symbol of her love for him, and by showing that she kept it, it suggests she never lost it.

Yes, Marinette spent so much time in denial of her feelings. She even tried dating Luka. She tried to forget about Adrien. But she never did let go of Adrien. Marinette still has the umbrella, but she's using it for the first time after falling in love during this scene.

I can't go to describe how well the dialogues are written in this scene.

Although Marinette wanted to return the umbrella, Adrien told her she would need it to get back home.

They're literally speaking through the umbrella's terms here-

Their love is symbolized by the reoccuring situation. Adrien is telling her that it’s too early for him to accept the umbrella. He tells her she needs it to go home. Before he can accept it, Marientte needs to accept her feelings for him and become comfortable with herself. She needs to feel comfortable around Adrien before he can accept his love for her. That’s why they’re both standing under the umbrella this time. Not just Marinette.

When they were both holding the umbrella, Marinette asked him to walk home with her. The way she asks for love is indirect. He was happy that Marinette wanted him to walk alongside her, but looked back and realized there were still too many responsibilities for him too. That it wasn’t time yet.

I think this scene was trying to tell us that it’s too early. It’s not time yet to hold the umbrella together, before walking beside each other, before accepting those feelings. He first needs to get control over his life. They must be prepared to hold the umbrella together, not just as Marinette and Adrien. As a team.

But he can’t accept the umbrella just yet.

Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

I love what Alya said here. The quote essentially suggests that you should enjoy the present moment for what it is, rather than wasting time watching it pass.

Adrien and Marinette falling in love under the umbrella happened all over again, and it’s really not a coincidence. Alya said that she wanted Marinette to understand that she needs to live for the present rather than constantly worrying about being a guardian night and day. No matter how bad the circumstances are, she's still got to take breaks. Marinette found out immediately after that Adrigami had split up. But instead of going to console Adrien, she went to console Kagami because she knew Kagami’s only friend was her. She learned to accept circumstances as they are and immediately decided to go to Kagami. Because that’s what (girl)friends do.

When the storm passes, you can dance in the rain. When you wait for a storm to pass, you will freeze. Life is a struggle, and you will have to deal with daily struggles that are outside of your control. Depending on how you handle your struggles in life, you’ll either build yourself up or break yourself down. In the midst of the storm, you can find peace if you take the right steps.

‘Learning to dance in the rain' refers to the need to prepare for difficult times rather than merely wait for them to pass. This means that, despite all the challenges in life, it is still possible to find happiness. Despite being stuck in the middle of a bad storm, it’s important that Marinette learns to dance in the rain. It’s about how to view things, and how we keep optimism about our future, and recognize that we're heading in the right direction. You won't put your life on hold if you make it a point to enjoy life, even if it means you might have to sacrifice something to let loose once in a while. When the storm passes, you shouldn’t sit down to wait for it to pass since you may forget to get back up and continue your life. That’s what Alya is trying to tell Marinette. You’re going to get tired, and you can pause for a break in the weather, but dancing in the rain helps you get back up and finish what needs to be done.

Whenever there is a storm, Marinette isolates herself from love. Not just Adrien. Any type of affection. Her friends, her family, Luka...That’s what happened in Gang of Secrets. Marinette wants to keep her friendships but she doesn’t want to reveal her secret. It's important to her not to involve her friends in this. They shouldn't be burdened by her. It’s safer if no one finds out. Having a secret, and a struggle to prioritize, and maintaining her relationships causes her to do that to herself and people around her. In spite of the fact that it hurts, she's avoiding relationships entirely because she hopes it will protect those around her. Her time and energy is limited because relationships take a lot of effort and time. As a result, she avoided any type of romance. To the point where she was in clear denial of her feelings.

Now that she has Alya, she can help her. Of course, Alya's support for Marinette cannot be underestimated, but the episode is also a reminder that things aren't close to being ideal. As strong as Alya is, she isn't so strong that she can completely reverse Marinette's fall and reset everything back to normal.

Marinette’s definitely recovering. Nevertheless, the show is doing a lot to demonstrate that it is still a process. She’s still spending lots of time battling Shadowmoth. She has been making all kinds of crazy contraptions to hide the miracle box and kwamis in her room, and it’s driving her a little insane. She’s spending most of her time working on translating the grimoire while maintaining her double life and duties as a civilian. The storm is waning- but it isn’t over yet.

Why is that line from Alya so important? Because Marinette does need to let loose. Take a break from all the plans and simplify her life sometimes. Her approach is to take charge of situations, make plans, and set up things to make them happen. When she’s Ladybug, her assertive behavior means she is automatically paid attention to, and her clever plans save the day. Sometimes her anxiety is spiking and it goes a little too far. A flaw shown throughout the show: She goes from trying to lead a situation to trying to control it, steamrolling the other people involved. Complicating things often stresses her more.

Gamer 2.0 is a perfect example of this. This episode shows how she goes to great lengths to make people happy and even overworks herself in order to do so. She attempted the same approach over and over again out of stress and confusion in response to the situation. The concept of “dancing in the rain” is actually what Chat Noir did and was trying to tell Ladybug in the episode. Yes, there was indeed a storm. Yet, it was the enjoyment he found in the midst of it that helped them in the end, wasn't it?

Another example from this episode. Marinette did that with Kagami. Marinette was determined to reconcile Kagami and Adrien since she thought that would be the best outcome for their relationship, regardless of Kagami’s multiple attempts to tell her she didn’t want to make up with Adrien.

She, however, reevaluates the situation and reconsiders her approach when she's calmed down.

It took Marinette a while to allow herself to be happy again because she was waiting for the storm to pass. Alya advised Marinette to take a break and get her mind off of those things, but Marinette kept insisting that she couldn’t until she had everything figured out. While Alya tried to make Marinette forget about her stress by telling her about Adrien's commercial and the breakup, Marinette denied any sort of feelings she had for him, because if she tried to pursue Adrien while Shadowmoth was still active, it would end in the same way as Luka. And she doesn’t want a repeat of that. That’s why she seems to be avoiding romance.

Her avoidance doesn't just stop there- she fights as hard as she can to keep Kagami and Adrien together. Why? Because she can’t get distracted. Because she’s put a barrier on herself. Marinette is evidently not allowing herself to be happy until Shadowmoth has been defeated and her life calms down.

Marinette unknowingly recreated the moment where she first fell in love with Adrien, except this time they were holding the umbrella together. It's a symbol of reciprocation.

Kagami: The beating heart, the tingling..I felt all this. At your place. You’re the one that blushes and stutters when you’re around Adrien. You know his schedule over three years. You’re right, Adrien is perfect. He’s perfect for you.

The whole point; Marinette had a very specific goal in mind: scheming to make Kagami realize that Adrien loved her. Yet it clearly did not work that way. Mariette managed to avoid all that pressure once Adrien found interest in someone else and for once, she didn't have to worry about it. Because she didn't aim to be the one with Adrien, she didn't obsess over how every move she made could lead to him disliking her. Her downfall in past episodes was that she anticipated Adrien's reaction and panic over how it would ruin her life.

In much the same way as the first umbrella scene, Marinette didn't focus on her feelings for Adrien due to the fact that she didn't develop them until after the moment. As a result, her romantic feelings were able to blossom without thought or hesitation. In this interaction with Adrien, Marinette conveyed exactly what she wanted. She barely even stuttered or stumbled over her words when asking him to walk home with her.

Since Marinette was still convinced Kagami had a chance with Adrien, when Kagami told her that she’s the one who should be with Adrien and then walked away, she had little time to reflect, since Adrien immediately approached her.

Marinette and Adrien allowed themselves to be themselves and let the unfolding of events be an unplanned event.

Adrien still has a special place in her heart, despite it taking her longer to recreate a moment with him. The parallels show that this is the moment they fell in love all over again.

Marinette took advantage of being alone with Adrien in the rain to ask him to walk her home with her, spending more time with her. His father wouldn't approve of him skipping Chinese lessons if he turned her down despite the fact that he wants to.

In that moment of walking home, she was not only smiling, but also enjoying "dancing in the rain." Both literally and figuratively.

And I really, really want to talk about the end card. After three episodes of Marinette being curled up alone, crying, depressed and helpless, look at her now- She’s happy, she’s dancing, laughing and so in love!!

Marinette dances in the rain, as Alya suggested, indicating that we can still let loose even in tough times.

Not everything is fixed; it's clear that there’s still lots of duties for her. But even though she has a storm coming, she's in one at present in the midst of it all, but despite these responsibilities, it's fine to enjoy herself in the moment!

Another very important thing to note from the scene…

When Marinette takes out the umbrella….

She didn’t give it back to him. But he didn’t take it back.

She isn’t losing hope or giving up on her feelings for him, she’s content to keep and enjoy the feelings and accept wherever that leads her.

Despite still having much to think and reflect about, she now acknowledges her feelings, something we’ve seen her struggle with since the end of S3.

Another thing on the end card...the pictures of Adrien. In the pictures, she’s dancing in the rain, so it emphasizes yet again her happiness to enjoy her feelings for Adrien. In one of the pictures, Adrien is wearing the scarf Marinette made for him; I feel that this could be foreshadowing? Because if what was needed was pictures of Adrien, what was the need to include the scarf in two of the pictures? I’m thinking maybe it has something to do with a scarf reveal in the future. (That’s just a theory though)

And the most important thing from this end card was also because of the scarf. Marinette was the one who gave Adrien the scarf, and Gabriel is the one responsible for Adrien not knowing about it. He’s like a barrier between them- both as Gabriel and as Hawkmoth. (@sugarcubetikki Sugar I was talking to you on Discord about that so I thought you might want to be tagged)

Adrien has no idea that it's from Marinette, he thinks it's from his father. The thing standing in their way is his father.

Similarly to this scene- what gets in the way of him walking home with Marinette is his father. He has too many responsibilities. He needs to go home. Same with the scarf. It's his father's actions that limits him and hides the truth, it's the same reason he isn't able to realize Marinette's love for him in both situations. Gabriel’s like a strain putting a restriction on them. It’s the same thing that happened in Chat Blanc. That’s why they couldn’t date.

The next part is probably my favorite :)

It’s so silly and cute. The umbrellas closing in on them.

But even that, note the difference between the two- Marinette was trapped under the umbrella by herself before. Now they’re trapped under it together. They’re both trapped under their own love. That’s why this scene wasn’t necessarily a reverse love square. It’s indicating that the next step is for both of them to carry the umbrella.

In a tender moment with Adrien where they retrace past steps, Marinette falls in love for the second time after getting Kagami's blessing to pursue Adrien. Her umbrella symbolizes the love between them, and thus she offers it to Adrien.

The difference this time is that she is in control of her feelings, rather than allowing it to be given to her.

She willingly offers the umbrella to Adrien. She isn’t trying to make a disinterested Kagami try to date Adrien anymore.

There’s also something so different about his look. When he initially befriends her, he’s careful because he’s never done it before. He’s never had friends, it’s all new to him and doesn’t want to mess up. At this moment, he isn’t really going for friendship or romance or anything specifically, it’s just a relationship he wants to fix. Adrien has made a friend for the first time, and Marinette wouldn't even look at Adrien before that happened. It’s a situation where he’s happy to have befriended her. He is delighted that after several attempts he managed to become her friend. But this scene is so different. It’s almost like a realization. It’s perfectly reflected along with the fact that he isn’t the one lending his umbrella this time.

In the first umbrella scene, Adrien passed the umbrella to Marinette. The love is something he gave to her.

But in this scene? They’re holding it together. This perfectly represents that love is reciprocal and it takes the two of them to hold on to it.

Literally nothing to analyze here, I just love them so much lol-

The parallels here are absolutely adorable, they’re laughing at each other’s clumsiness and being silly. They’re both nervous and making silly mistakes out of love. It’s one of the times we get to see Adrien’s goofy, clumsy side around Marinette and it’s a parallel to the same reason they fell in love in the first place. Their reactions to each other here are so genuine and full of warmth. They’re so in love.

Adrien gave the umbrella to her in the first scene. She accepted that gesture of love and carried it with her, sometimes in denial but ultimately ended up taking it out. When she tries to give it back in this scene, Adrien tells her she still needs it.

She can’t give up just yet. That’s why she’s full of happiness at the end of the episode. Marinette wants to enjoy her feelings for Adrien, she’s overjoyed to be in love again.

Adrien can’t accept the umbrella from her just yet because…

Marinette needs it.

It’s too early for him to.

But it’s such an important moment of growth.

It’s vital that they’re ready to hold the umbrella together, not just as Adrien or Marinette.

Those two are made for each other. Kagami said it. Master Fu said it. There’s no doubt there anymore.

This episode carries a very important theme. The entire show does, actually. While life isn’t all about waiting for the storm to pass, we all have to learn to deal with the thunder and rain through experience and learning. It’s what Marinette and Adrien do every single day. We can allow life-threatening challenges to overwhelm us and leave us in darkness or we can embrace them with well-lit light. What made Marinette grow in this episode was that realization.

It’s about deciding if we want to embrace the rain by learning to dance in it, or if we want to make it even harder by waiting the storm out. Marinette finally danced in the rain. Things are headed in a good direction.

An important symbol I personally found memorable from the episode; Even in the middle of the storm, Adrien and Marinette are still tied together by their umbrella, they’re trapped under it, because they’re trapped under their love for each other.

(Or you know, you can just ship Marigami and move on with your life)

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yellowocaballero · 2 years

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sorry, not a star but I’ve been having so much fun reading the others. i am now extremely curious as to your thoughts about how Gideon the ninth approached its worldbuilding slash writing in general in the first book since I’ve seen wildly different opinions about it

Oh!! I have no idea everybody else's opinions or takes so I will simply provide my own, unfiltered.

I liked the book! Great mix of easy and fun with slightly weightier worldbuilding and plot. I am very weak for "everyone's trapped in a mansion and people are dying" whodunnits, and having the whodunnit be about space necromancers gives it a really fun adventure element.

The supporting cast was definitely its strongest element. So many of the people in the book were just charming, kind people. The Awful Teenz were such a delight. It's always just a pleasure to read good people trying to be good people, while preserving conflict and tension between the characters. I would read another book series about that nerd boy and his badass jock best friend.

Writing wise - something that stood out to me as a writer was the supporting cast, in a different way. Whodunnit locked room murder mysteries usually have a lot of characters, and this book had a lot a lot of characters. Tremendously difficult for the reader to remember, tremendously difficult for the writer to keep track of, tremendously difficult to give everybody a role in the story. Trust me - I accidentally stick myself with writing big casts all the time, and if your cast goes above six characters everything just gets INSANELY difficult. This goes double for mysteries, because the temporal/spatial elements of each character become very important.

But it felt very seamless. Every character was distinct and memorable. I barely had any problems remembering who was who and what their deals were, and there were, like, sixteen characters! The author kept track of everything, and to a precise enough degree that the mystery worked.

There was a similar approach to the worldbuilding, I think. I don't like reading harder scifi because too much worldbuilding tremendously bores me, but this scifi/fantasyish worldbuilding felt like puppy medication wrapped in cheese. I had no trouble following it, it was interesting and neat, and the world felt rich. It was revealed as you needed to know it, and I rarely felt like things were being explained to me. Each character was able to interestingly flaunt a little bit of the worldbuilding, and the characters & setting worked together to weave the world.

Gideon & Harrow's relationship, as the emotional centerpiece, also worked very well. It definitely changed and deepened, but the way we viewed it and the way the characters viewed it also changed a lot too. It was very dynamic and important. It also acknowledged the power imbalance and depicted it as part of the struggle in the relationship, which not enough people do. You discovered them, they discovered themselves, they discovered each other, they changed and grew.

Stuff I didn't like as much was more minor. Gideon's jokes were funny but sometimes they just absolutely killed the tension and were really misplaced. The ending was...really confusing and it introduced a ton of stuff that I didn't really get, although I'm certain they get more into it in the sequel. I don't remember it as well either, and that did feel much more infodumped. But I do understand the ending kind of...revealing that there was a reveal, and it set up a TON of stuff for the sequel. Maybe just a bit too much setup?

I think the author is good at all of these things because they're a Homestuck. I'm not joking. Big cast, memorable characters, complex relationships. Too many jokes. Eventually overconvoluted plot. Second person. I see you, Tasmyn Muir. I see your Promstuck.

Fact about me that's not obvious is that I am unbelievably picky, but I did have a nice time with the book. A fun read that still had meat to it. Like laffy taffy.

I think there's stuff to say about how it seemed...built for fandom, author is a Homestuck etc, and how I think that might be way it's one of the few non-YA books I've seen recently that really actually broke out into Tumblr. Murderbot is the other one, but while I enjoyed gt9 I LOVE Murderbot. THAT one was not written by a fandom person, that was written by someone who does compsci as her day job and I love it.

#my asks #met martha wells at a signing way back when before murderbot blew up #she is VERY cool. brought cookies.#I was so confused when everybody was talking about murderbot all of a sudden but I WAS like yas queen #i hope she's able to live on murderbot now! lady was still working her day job!

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New year, new pfp! As though I weren’t struggling to make myself do this since October for self-help reasons

Trying as hard as I can to suppress the world’s most severe case of resting bitch face (complete with sinister eyebrows, it ain’t fair lol!) And of course a Carbuncle, since my old icons usually include it and IT NEEDS SQUEEZING ♥

It’s also kind of celebratory, because 2021 has been a really important year of my life. I open up quite a bit below the break, fair warning.

I’ve been depressed ever since I was ten. Over the years, it gradually got worse and worse and worse, until suicidal ideation and self-hatred became the background noise of every moment. Everything felt wrong, like I shouldn’t be here. Therapy and medications did little to help. I had cut off ties with my friends, not because I didn't enjoy company, but because why would they possibly want to be around me? By the time I started my little comic, I threw myself into it because it was the one and only thing distracting me from how endlessly miserable I felt.

(Thanks for the bummer Iffy OKAY SO ANYWAY 💦)

So I’ll skip the long version of this, but in May of this year, I found out that I’m transgender and buried in gender dysphoria. In fact, the symptoms were stacked so high that it reaaaaally shouldn’t have taken me so long to figure out.

It was extremely upsetting and confusing for a hot minute there, because I just didn’t know what to do about it. But, after support from my wonderful spectacular sister and some professional chats, I started transitioning in Summer.

(Coming out to my parents was wild. I came out to my mom first, who was very confused and had a million questions, but ultimately was fully supportive! Then I told my dad. No joke, he just gave a kind smirk and said, “I had a feeling.” My mom and I both dropped our jaws. XD)

Now I’m half a year into HRT, and making small changes, one at a time. But here’s the wild thing, and kind of the point of all this:

I’m not depressed anymore.

I thought that transitioning could be a huge relief, yes, but... that was actually... it. The crushing sadness and relentless self-hatred just... left me. And they never came back.

Maybe it’s that life-long dissociation with the person in the mirror. Slowly but surely, I’m starting to recognize the face looking back, for the first time since I was a kid, and... I don’t even know how to describe what that feels like.

This is going to be the silliest, cheesiest, sappiest, thing you’ll ever see me write, but I’m not kidding: I legitimately forgot what joy and hope felt like until these past months.

Friends who aren’t even aware of my changes have been positively remarking about how I seem like a completely different person. Even laughter comes so much more easily to me now?? Hell, one video made me double over laughing, and I was in sheer awe of how unbelievably good it felt. The simplest freaking thing. But I didn’t have it before.

I’d become fully socially phobic over the past decade, especially online. Even with mutuals, I’d respond little more than necessary because who would actually want to talk to me? But that’s starting to flip over, too. (It’s kind of morphing into fomo because of course it is. :P)

I’ve been hanging out and making more friends in town because I’m starting to look forward to being around people, which if you’d known me from even a year ago would sound like I’ve gone batshit insane.

Online, it isn’t as simple, since I have no idea what I’m doing hjsdfhjlgsdf. But yeah if I’ve seemed more chatty these past few months, that’s why. I’m reaching out in all directions and trying to make friends! :)

People look so different when “who’d ever want to talk to me” doesn’t constantly bounce around in your head anymore.

I still have problems, sure. But now I’m strong enough to confidently work on them. And I’m sure new problems will come up, considering everything. But that doesn’t bother me either because I’m facing them as myself, which I suppose I took for granted before.

Being depressed for most of your life, and then not being depressed, is unreal. Seriously it feels so different that it does not feel real.

Okay okay I’m done blathering. I’m just... beside myself about being able to feel happy again. I’m so grateful that my family believed what I was going through and have been nothing but supportive—seriously, just saying I believe you and I see you in there was everything for me—and it helped me break out from a state of mind that I just assumed was how my life would be forever. (had to stop typing just now to have a happy-sob hjklHfjkasdlhjfk) And the rest of my one short little life will be a lot brighter for it.

2022 is the first year that I’ve ever looked forward to.

I hope you’re looking forward to yours, too. ♥

#my art #Iffy rants and raves #very real talk #positivity #it's kind of a 'pour my heart out' post so #Happy New Year! 🎉💕✨🎇🎆

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The Damn Weather

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve does his best to comfort you after a thunderstorm knocks the power out. A/N: Short, sweet fluff <3 a pretty older one I sort of dug up in my computer files but I still enjoy it!

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CRACK. CRASH. BOOM.

You jumped out of your sound sleep when the unsettling noises from the night sky pierced your ears. The thunder shook the room after a strike of blinding lightning illuminated the darkness. Rain was was being thrown at your panoramic windows by vicious gusts of wind. Your breathing was heavy as you tried to reel your emotions back in, quite shocked. You were never a fan of thunderstorms, especially ones that occurred in the dead of night.

Even though you quickly got your breathing under control, your brain was all over the place and keeping you wide awake. You sat in the bed, trying to convince yourself to just go back to bed (God — you felt like you were being such a baby!) but your racing heart wasn’t having any of it.

You glanced quickly at Steve to double check you hadn’t woken him up with your outburst. A tired grumble and sigh proved he was still asleep — completely and utterly unaffected by the storm. You felt a tinge of jealousy at his calm state, but brushed it off and went to watch some TV in the living room. You just had to get your mind off it and pray the storm would pass quickly.

Television programming at two in the morning was fairly scarce you found out very quickly. Practically every channel went to paid programming, much to your demise, leaving you stuck watching some forgotten movie channel. But a distraction was a distraction, so you sat back and did your best to get lost in the cheesy acting. It was going fairly well for a while and you even felt like you may fall back asleep... But then it happened.

One lighting crash followed by a piercing boom of thunder and your entire home went dark. No hesitation, no warning… You were now sitting in pitch black darkness.

You can do this, you thought. You can go grab flashlights in the dark like a grown woman without waking your fucking boyfriend for comfort-

CRASH.

A crack of lightning caught you off guard causing you to let out a yelp in surprise. Seconds later, footsteps could be heard rushing into the living room, alerting you that your outburst had accidentally woke your boyfriend.

"Y/N?!" Steve called out as he entered the living area. He could just barely make out your figure huddled on the couch in the darkness.

"Hi," You mumbled and sunk back into the couch. Lightning struck once again, illuminating your boyfriend face, giving you a clear look at the concern written all over it.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he took a seat next to you, swiftly pulling you into him. You were allowing it at this point. You were shaken beyond belief.

You sighed, "The storm knocked the power out."

Your body was tense as you stared into the unknowing darkness of the apartment. You never did like storms — especially when you were younger — and they always seemed to get worse when the sweet comfort of light abandoned you. It was silly for you to still be so freaked about storms, but there was just a feeling about them you couldn’t quite shake.

Unknowingly to you, Steve was observing you and the fear your eyes held. He knew you hated storms, but he never quite realized power outages would also be on your list of fears. Knowing you wouldn’t be coming back to bed anytime soon, he had to find something to ease your brain. He thought he had a fine idea, but first he desperately needed some kind of light that wasn’t just lightning.

"Okay," Steve nodded. "You sit here, and I’ll grab candles and flashlights."

He went to stand up, only to be pulled back by your gentle hand.

"No," You mumbled. Steve cocked his head in confusion. "Don’t leave me alone."

Your words pierced his heart. He grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the couch and into his arms. He held you there for a second, just letting you breathe and get your thoughts together. After a moment or so, Steve broke the silence.

"It’s okay, darling," He said. "We’ll get them together."

You held your boyfriend’s hand tightly as you two maneuvered through the dark apartment. There was a casual grumble from Steve when he’d accidentally hit his foot on a piece of furniture which made you laugh a bit.

Finally, you two located the candles and flashlights in one of the kitchen drawers. You turned on a couple of the flashlights and pointed them to the ceiling, giving you a makeshift lamp. Steve lit the candles and placed them around the living area. The brightness eased your worries greatly and allowed you to fully see your boyfriend’s face — which was always a welcoming sight.

"Better?" Steve asked as you two stood in the dimly lit living room.

You shrugged. Your eyes glanced over to the open windows. The rain was still beating down and thunder rumbled throughout the sky. You wanted to climb away and hide.

"Well," Steve’s voice broke the silence, "how about we find some board games to play?"

You turned to him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Board games?"

Truthfully, you couldn’t really remember the last time you played a board game. They seemed to phase a bit out of your life as you grew up, but you knew Steve enjoyed them enough to keep a few stashed in the living room.

"Yeah," he shrugged, "or we can just sit here in the dark, but I have a sneaking suspicion that’s not what you wanna do."

You let out an embarrassed chuckle and agreed to his suggestion. You noted he seemed slightly too excited to pull out the games and it warmed your heart he was trying to distract you.

Steve proceeded to pull out various board games ranging from skill based, trivia, to pure chance. He moved a couple of candles to the coffee table and began setting up one of the games on the floor beside it. He looked heavenly in the glow of the candles, once again making your heart melt over your ridiculously sweet and very attractive boyfriend.

You were pulled out of your daze by an exceptionally loud crack of thunder. Your heart began racing again, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Steve pulled you down to the floor with him.

The game of choice for the time being, you saw, was Connect 4. You chuckled at the childish game, but when you got into it — you found out quickly that Steve plays to win.

You thought, since you were the distressed one, it would be a light hearted game. You were dead wrong. Minutes in and Steve was trying to play mind games with you in order to win.

"You sure you wanna do that, darling?" Steve teased as you went to place your red chip in one of the slots. He was just trying to distract you, you knew that, but you still briefly hesitated on the initial drop. It made sense from your point of view, so you shot your boyfriend a look and dropped the chip.

What you thought was gonna be your ultimate comeback turned into Steve winning within three moves. He hadn’t let you win once in the five games you two played. You threw your chips down in frustration.

"You’re cheating!" You squeaked.

Steve let out a laugh and reset the game. "How could I be cheating?"

"You’re using psychological warfare!"

"No, honey, I’m just the good." Your boyfriend scoffed, shooting you a proud smirk. You huffed in annoyance.

"I want another round." You demanded. Steve happily agreed.

It was way into the early morning hours but the time you had actually won a game. The rain had stopped hours ago but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You were just determined to kick your boyfriend’s ass in Connect 4.

"Finally!" You finally got to screech in victory. You two eventually lost count in how many games were played, but this was the one that mattered in your book.

Just after you declared your win, the lights flickered back on around you. The power outages had escaped you during the Connect 4 marathon but now you were just insanely thankful it was back.

"You won," Steve shrugged and began packing up the game.

You let out a yawn. "Thank you."

"For what?" Your boyfriend asked as he placed the board games back on the shelf. You walked around blowing out the candles.

"Just for getting my mind off it all."

Steve gave you a kiss and slung his arm over your shoulders, leading you back to the bedroom. You greeted your warm bed with open arms. Cuddled up next to Steve, you laid there waiting for sleep to engulf you.

"Gosh, I can’t believe I beat you in Connect 4."

"Yeah, doll," Steve chuckled. "You sure got me."

…

"Steve, did you let me win?"

"Good night, darling."

#steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers imagine #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america oneshot #captain america x you #captain america x female reader #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #mcu fic #fluff #slight emotional #writing*

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multiwendi · 3 years

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P1harmony reaction to their s/o being too shy to order for themselves?

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Keeho

Keeho took you on dinner after his comeback with boys. It was a fancy restaurant. He's been watching you for a while because you seemed silent and nervous.

"Pumpkin, what's wrong with you?" he asked you carefully. You didn't answer at first because you were shocked by the prizes on the menu.

"Pumpkin, what's wrong with you?" he asked again, meeting your shocked eyes.

"Actually, I'm not hungry at all," you said, placing the menu on the table.

"Before we got here, you said how hungry you are. So I ask you one last time. What's wrong?" Keeho looks at you with a confused look.

"Everything costs insanely too much, even the salads. I don't want to cost you a fortune," you said, sanctifying your head to avoid his gaze. He lets out a chuckle.

"Pumpkin, I have enough money to buy you this dinner with dessert, then take you to the movies with a ton of popcorn and coke. Don't be shy and order anything you want."

Theo

Your boyfriend asked you if you want to go out and eat some delicious food since you have a lot of assignments. So you said yes because you were exhausted and want to relax. You met at your favorite burger's place, where you met, by the way, and where you went on your first date.

"Hi, princess. I a, so hungry! I haven't eaten since breakfast because I'm ready to eat until I have to unbutton my pants how much I would overeat," Theo kissed you on the cheek. You giggled while you hugged him tightly. He intertwined his fingers with you, and then you finally entered the restaurant where no one but you and the staff was.

"Our best customers are back, welcome. As usual or something extra?" the kind old lady asked with a big smile on her lips.

"For me as usual and for you, Y/N?" Theo bumped into your hip. You looked upon the food menu, staring at onion rings with a sauce. But you ended up picking your usual.

"As usual for me too," you said, exhaling deeply.

"Are you sure? I saw you looking at something more," the lady gasped.

"Add double onion rings with your great sauce," Theo winked at the lady. You gave him a surprised look.

"Why are you suddenly shy? You know you can order anything," he smiled at you, hugging you around the shoulders.

"I know but, I may gain weight after all this junk food," you sighed.

"Oh, come on. I ordered double onion rings. Let's gain weight together."

Jiung

It was Saturday night when you came into the boys' dorm for a movie marathon. You were sitting on the couch all together watching some scary movie, which wasn't scary at all. Jiung was cuddling with you, but then, suddenly, your stomach made a loud noise because you hadn't eaten yet.

"Oh my god, sunshine, why did you don't tell me you're hungry?" Jiung looked at you worriedly.

"Let's order something! Chicken? Pizza? Or something else?" Intak asked, grabbing his phone, ready to call somewhere.

"I'd like some salad, please," you said shyly. You know the guys for a few weeks, but you were shy to eat before them.

"Sunshine, don't be shy, let's order that fabulous chicken we had last time at yours."

Intak

You love desserts so does Intak. A new bakery near fnc opened a few days ago, and you planned to go there and eat anything that caught your eye. All those cakes, muffins, rolls, biscuits, cakes shouted "eat me" at you. You looked up at Intak, seeing his sparkling eyes and a bright smile on his lips.

"Oh my god, I can't decide what to order. What about you, sweetie?" he asked, whining.

"I was thinking about the strawberry cake," you pointed at the great looking piece of cake. You avoided Intak's gaze because you were also interested in a coconut roll with chocolate icing.

"Only that? I saw you looking at more than that," he tilted his head to the side and frowned at you.

"The coconut roll looks so good, but I don't have enough money with me. So yeah, only that piece of cake," you nodded, stepping from foot to foot.

"Really? You know I invited you to our candy-filled date, so don't say anything about money. I promised to pay for anything we liked. So The strawberry cake and coconut roll?"

Soul

Another date with Soul went like this: you met at your house, then you walked a little bit around your neighborhood, and the last stop you made, was visiting McDonald's. Soul was talking about the fries all way there.

"What do you want to order? Nuggets, fries, some wrap or happy meal?" his eyes were sparkling, warming your heart. He's so cute when he's talking about the food.

"Can I have only one wrap, please?" you looked at him with a small smile because you weren't THAT hungry to eat all of the food.

"Oh. I thought I'd buy you a happy meal, and then we'd argue about the toy inside," he said with a sigh.

"Maybe I change my mind. I'd like to have a happy meal. Can I, please?"

Jongseob

Jongseob invited you on a tacos date. So you thought it was going to be a date, but when you saw Kee and Theo, you realized it wasn't going to be a normal date. It will be another date full of tricky questions and interrogations about your relationship. You greeted with a shy smile. You haven't felt so good enough to eat in front of them yet. You went inside, looking for a free table to sit at. When you all sat down you look at all the beautiful looking tacos.

"I can't decide which to choose. Can someone help me choose, maybe you, Y/N?" Theo looked at you with a polite smile.

"The chicken tacos and beef tacos are awesome, but the spicy mixed tacos are great too," you said shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"So which one are you gonna pick?" Jongseb smiled at you from ear to ear.

"I'll take the chicken one," you put the menu on the table.

"Are you sure you want only one? You always take at least two," your boyfriend looked at you surprised.

"If you're shy because of us, we're sorry. Don't be shy because you belong to us now."

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