#X-05 Emily

[nostromo13]

Emily Prentiss, you have never, not for one second, been a disappointment. Not to anyone.

[delusional-day-dreamer]

U My Everything - p.b

‣ paige x grumpy reader: part two here!

‣ wc: 3178

‣‣ synopsis: paige's harmless joke is taken a little too personally by her sensitive and grumpy girlfriend; slight angst? but very fluffy by the end! (the song is most relevant for the end part of the fic as it's inspired by KK's 05/31/24 live, can u tell I live for uconn lives?)

‣‣‣ a/n: I'M SORRY, i know y'all chose emily in the poll but I alr finished this one and I've promised myself I would try to release at least one fic a day; emily's will be out very very soon, writing smut for the first time is just very nerve wracking lmao. this is lightly based off the, good morning gorgeous, tiktok trend going around rn; Also, I'm so sorry for the amount of times I use y'all, like, literally, and really because I try to make my dialogue and what not as realistic as possible, but as a Southern Californian they're literally engraved into my vocabulary 😭😭.

Rolling over in bed half-conscious, your arms reach out, patting around the bed in an attempt to locate your girlfriend's warmth without having to open your eyes. However, to your sheer disappointment, your fingers are met with cold, rumpled sheets on Paige's side of the bed.

Now fully conscious with confusion as to how your girlfriend managed to slip from bed without you realizing, the pounding in your head became all the more severe as you sat up in bed, frustrated that the one person who could comfort you simply with their presence was nowhere to be found.

With your right hand massaging the temple, attempting to soothe the deep ache that had settled into the front portion of your head, your left hand blindly felt around your nightstand for your phone, knowing Paige wouldn't have left you alone in bed without so much as a simple text message. But to your surprise, her name was absent from your list of notifications.

Even more annoyed than before, you forced yourself out of her bed, stumbling your way to her adjacent bathroom, wincing at the sudden intrusion that was fluorescent lighting. By the time you began brushing your teeth, you heard the front door open, hearing Paige call your name as she entered the dorm.

"Bathroom," you yelled out to her, despite your head screaming at you to shut up and crawl back under the safety of Paige's comforter.

"Hey baby," Paige greeted as she entered the bathroom while you spit toothpaste into the sink, coming up behind you to hug your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. As you stood back up to meet her gaze in the mirror's reflection, you saw her tuck her bottom lip into her mouth, clearly trying to hide her shit-eating grin.

"Well don't you look... interesting this morning," she teased, the sarcasm apparent in her low voice. You knew her mocking was all in good fun, the two of you often poking fun at each other for little things. But perhaps it was the headache still waging war in your skull, or the final three midterms you had to take later today, or your remanent annoyance at having to wake up alone, despite her knowing your favorite part of the day was waking up, warm and all loved up in her arms, or perhaps it was the fact that looking in the mirror, you genuinely looked wrecked this morning.

Your curly hair was reduced to nothing but a puff of frizz overnight, sticking out in all directions, your eyebags particularly prominent this morning, combined with the pesky anxiety breakout that had settled into your forehead a few days prior, you just couldn't handle her jokes today.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out Paige," you shot back, setting your toothbrush back in its cup holder, exiting her hold to wipe your hands on the small towel before pushing past her to get dressed in her room.

Paige followed close behind you, curious as to why you were giving her so much attitude so early in the day, especially over such a harmless statement.

"What's up with you, this is the first time I've even seen you this morning," She questioned from her seat on the unmade bed as you began changing your clothes with your back facing her, which was another thing that struck out to her as odd. After dating for over a year now, the two of you were incredibly comfortable with each other, and it was rare for you to completely turn your back on her, even when changing.

"Nothing, I'm just not in the mood today," you grumbled, tugging your, her, sweatshirt over your head. Heading over to her floor length mirror with your makeup bag and necessary hair products in hand, you settle down on the floor in front of it, convinced to improve your appearance a bit before you head off to your exams today. Still ignoring Paige's presence in the room, you began getting ready.

Hearing her scoff as you started applying your makeup, she got up and began making the bed, intent on ignoring your bratty mood until you fixed it. You knew you were being petty and acting bitchy to your girlfriend, who had technically done nothing wrong, you just couldn't force yourself to drop the attitude. By the time you finished your makeup and smoothed out your slickback, you managed to go the entire twenty minutes without so much as looking at your girlfriend through the mirror, who had now perched herself on her side of the bed, scrolling mindlessly on her phone.

Your headache hadn't subsided yet, but now that you were more awake, you had gotten used to the throbbing sensation. Making your way over to your side of her bed, you collected your phone, headphones, watch, school bag, and other items from your nightstand and around the area to get ready to leave.

"Your heading out already? You still have over an hour before your first class," Paige finally addressed you, putting her phone in her lap to look at you as you packed your things.

"Yeah I'm gonna head to the library early so I can review before my first midterm," You answered, speaking to her normally for the first time in the last hour she had returned.

"But what about breakfast, you're not gonna be able to concentrate and stuff when you're all hangry," she said, only slightly teasing you with her statement.

"I'll just grab something to eat from the coffee shop next to the library, I was gonna stop by and get matcha from there anyways," you responded, a small part inside of you glad that despite your attitude, Paige made sure that you were well taken care of.

"Dude I still don't understand how you drink that stuff, tastes like straight grass," she had dropped her concern and switched back to joking, her automatic setting. "But I guess it's fitting," she continued, "cause yk, cows just love their grass," she sighed, holding back her laughter at what she thought was a brilliant joke.

In her defense, if it was any other morning, you would've joined in on her teasing, either mooing at her in response or poking fun at her in return.

But today, it just ticked you off even further. I mean, you were clearly already in a bad mood, stressed the fuck out, hangry (but Paige didn't need to know she was right), and the sharp pressure in your head was only getting worse. Plus, Paige had already easily finished off her midterm exams two days prior, which meant she didn't truly understand why you were so worked up over your exams. And the worst part, your bloating and exhaustion really did make you feel a little bit like a cow.

“P I'm just not in the mood to deal with you right now," you sighed, exasperation laced in your tone. "I already feel bad enough this morning, I can't handle you piling more onto my plate, I'll see you later," you barely even said goodbye to her properly as you gathered your stuff, put on your shoes, and left her dorm.

The second you closed her door behind you, you could feel the pit forming in your stomach, full of regret and shame. You knew it was unfair to be so rude to Paige when she was just trying to lighten your mood, but your anxiety always caused you to last out at anyone who tried to help you. You made a mental note while walking to your favorite coffee shop to apologize and make it up to her when you saw her in the evening, after the stress from midterm week had diffused and your raging headache calmed down.

***SMALL TIME SKIP***

You were flipping through your study notes and flashcards while listening to one of Paige's playlist on the lowest volume possible when you saw your phone screen light up from next to you. Deciding it would be good to take a quick thirty second break, you reach for your phone and matcha latte at the same time, clicking on the text message you received from Paige.

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From P 💜:

I'm so sorry for making fun of you this morning baby, I know you're stressed about your tests today and I had no intentions of making you feel worse with my jokes, I just wanted to cheer you up a bit because I know how bad your anxiety can get. Good luck on your test today killer, i love you 🤍.

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Shit, now you really felt bad for snapping at her earlier today. All remnants of your misplaced anger had long since disappeared, now replaced with embarrassment. She was right, your anxiety was hitting you hard today, but that was no excuse for bitching out your girlfriend just for trying to improve your mood. You quickly hearted her message and began typing out a short response, as you knew you needed to apologize in-person for your behaviour.

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To P 💜:

Thank you so much P, I'll see you later tonight baby. I love you too 🤍

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***SMALL TIME SKIP***

You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally reached the floor of Paige's dorm room, exhausted from your long and mentally tiring day of midterms, but you were finally done, your headache was finally gone, and you now had the weekend to relax and spend time with your girlfriend.

As you reached for your keys in your pocket, you heard the loud commotion of voices that you recognized to be KK, Aubrey, Sarah, Allie, and Paige in the living room. It wasn't uncommon for the girls to be over, as the team always spent hung out together outside of practice, and since you started spending more time at Paige's dorm, you had quickly stocked her near bare kitchen full of snacks, baked goods, and home-cooked meals the girls loved to steal.

You entered the living room greeting everyone as you took off your shoes, making a beeline straight to where Paige was sitting on the couch. You stood in between the space of her legs, wrapping your free arm around her shoulders to lean down and plant a kiss on the top of her head.

"Hey P," you spoke softly, looking down at the small smile that had settled on her face.

"Hey yourself, how were you midterms? Today was your last day right?" She questioned as her fingertips began running up and down the back of your legging covered thigh.

"They were fine, I think I did good on majority of them. My math midterm was a little shaky, but not too bad yk?" You answered her quietly, afraid to pop the little bubble of peace you two had created around yourselves among the chaos of the living room's occupants.

"I," you began, as your hand had made its way to the front of her face as you pushed back a small piece of hair that had escaped out of her bun. "Will you come in the room with me real quick?" You asked her, practically whispering at this point.

"Yeah of course baby," she answered quickly, letting her hand travel up your body to rest at the small of your back as she stood up, leading you past everyone to her bedroom.

"We'll be right back," she announced to the group as the two of walked by. "Oooo, Paige is in trouble," KK sang out as the two of you reached her closed room door, Paige still standing behind you. She turned the knob quickly, gently pushing you into the room first as she turned around to stick her tongue out at KK before she closed the door.

By the time she turned around from the door to face you, she barely had a moment to adjust to your body barreling into her, as you had already dropped your bag off next to her desk. She quickly wrapped her arms around you, being able to sense that you just needed to be held for a minute before speaking.

She lightly rubbed your back and shoulders with her hands, knowing exactly what it was that immediately calmed you down. You stayed silent in her comforting embrace for a few more minutes, having craved her touch all day when you were around campus.

"I'm sorry," you finally spoke up, unburying your head from her chest to look her in the eyes. "I was really rude to you for no reason this morning. My headache when I woke up and all the stress I had was completely unrelated to you, but I still ended up taking it out on you," you sighed before continuing, "I really appreciate the fact that you were trying to cheer me up this morning, even though I was being a total bitch. And you are never a burden or someone who adds more onto my plate, I love you and I'm so sorry I said that to you, I would never want you to feel that way and-" as your eyes began to well up with tears, the last of your apology was cut off by Paige.

"Hey hey it's okay baby," she pulled you slightly away from her as the tears began flowing from your eyes. "I know you," she maintained eye contact as she reassured you, "And I know you would never act like that normally, you are not a bitch. You were just stressed out and not feeling well. I understand, and I promise I'm not mad at you at all," her right hand moved up from your back to your face, wiping the tears streaming down your face.

"Thank you P, I have no idea what I would do without you," you sniffled lightly, your hand coming up to wipe your face as well. "I love you so much, you have no idea," you professed.

"I love you too y/n/n," she whispered as her hands wrapping around your waist as she pulled you into her, leaning down slightly to kiss you. Your hands flew up the moment your lips connected, one cradling her jaw while the other rested on the base of her neck. The kiss was slow and languid, an apology met with forgiveness as your lips moved together.

The loud rumbling of your stomach, interrupted your sweet moment with Paige, forcing the two of you to separate as a giggle slipped out of her.

"Didn't realize a small kiss made you that hungry for me," she smiled, now at peace knowing that you were no longer upset. "Shut up," you smiled back, lightly hitting her chest as you broke away from her. "I am for real hungry though, but I need to shower first," you told her as you moved around the room, grabbing your towel and a fresh pair of pajamas to change into.

"I'm pretty sure Aubrey is ordering Domino's so I'll tell her to add in something for you, and it'll probably be here by the time you get out," she kissed your cheek as you went to exit the room, heading for a quick shower as she remained in her room.

***SMALL TIME SKIP***

As you entered the living room, curls freshly washed, a soft pair of Paige's sweatpants resting low on your hips, and a small off the shoulder sweatshirt over your sleep tank top, you witness KK showing her tik tok live her "hips dance", if it could even be referred to as that.

"Oh wow," Paige commented dryly at the sight while getting up from the couch so she could grab her laptop from the kitchen counter. You moved past her to Aubrey's desk, grabbing a piece of garlic knots from the Domino's box she left partially open (i don't think she actually bought any but I'm craving them so i added it in here). You rested your hip against the table, waving at the live while KK queued up Sexyy Red on her Siri.

Everyone knew you and Paige were a couple, when Paige accidentally hard-launched you by posting a cute couples pic on her main instagram story instead of her close friends. But since then, the two of you kept a private but not secret relationship, very occasionally posting together, but fans often saw candids of the two of you on dates or together in the team's lives or other events.

You licked the remaining cheese and butter off your fingers as you watched Paige, KK, and Aubrey dance in front of the camera to "U My Everything", smiling at their so-called dance moves, especially Paige's.

"Man we go together tell them hoes we go together," Paige sang, before doing her little "attitude now walk" move, making you double over with laughter at her with the other two girls.

You scratched the back of your neck as you continued to watch the girls mess around, too tired from your day to join them, but content just from watching them. As the second chorus approached, Paige walked up to your leaned figure on the desk, grabbing your bare waist and pulling you into her as she sang.

"Bae, I love you, you my everything, I'm your main bitch, fuck a wedding ring," you laughed at her awful singing, but you couldn't deny the blush that rose to your cheeks at the thought of her singing you the lyrics while very clearly in the live's frame. "We both in fast cars and we switchin' lanes, when I'm away from you, you always on my brain," she continued, adding in her sassy facial expressions with the corresponding lyrics.

You couldn't help but laugh at her actions, the pure giddiness coursing through your veins was a complete 180 from your mood this morning, and you couldn't help but think there was nowhere that would make you happier than in her arms.

Thank you for reading all the way through! The recent support has been crazy and I appreciate all of you! Should I make a part two to this with smut so r can properly apologize to p.... 😏😏😏

[rosiehrs]

TWO STEPS BEHIND ✧ sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

SUMMARY ⤻ in which sophia laforteza, praised for her all-round skills and leadership, is tasked with guiding the new trainee to catch up with the others. but as y/n l/n struggles to keep up, sophia can't help but see the girl as a burden holding her back from her own success – and with each misstep, her resentment grows.

CONTENTS ⤻ smau, set before dream academy, wlw, enemies to lovers (?), angst, crack, fluff, one-sided hate, sophia is a perfectionist, yn likes messing around

WARNINGS ⤻ strong language, dark jokes, suggestive themes, will add more!

FEATURING ⤻ katseye, trainees from dream academy (mainly marquise, emily and adéla), staff from popstar academy, keeho (p1harmony), le sserafim, more to come!

STATUS ⤻ planning NOTES – this will be very out of character for some idols in this smau, but it's fiction! please remember that! this is also based off of their time on dream academy and i switched some things around, so it's not accurate. i also mention manon's behaviour in the show, so plz do not hurt me bcs its all for shits and giggles and i <3 manon. enjoy! also this is the weirdest header ive made i APOLOGISE, i js got excited.

divider by @ anitalenia

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03. assigned

04. daily reminder

05. miracle worker

06. first eval

07. take over

08. smoke grass

9. they might sell

10. make out

11. moving out

12. moving in

13. cutest girl ever

14. no defense

15. kang hyewon

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[4mrplumi]

crow choir masterlist ── platonic batfam x neglected reader

# plotline. you thought she’d live forever, but at the tender age of eight, your big sister dies to a freak accident in your dingy little apartment.

after years of being swept from one inapt foster home to another, a vague judiciary system identifies your father as the bruce wayne.

affection and familiarity never come from him or your… brood, and falling out with your friends has sent you into a small spiral.

a very small, isolated, and managable spiral.

# disclaimers. death, murder, emotional neglect, alchoholism, allusions to physical abuse, self-harm, allusions to an eating disorder, mental disorders, avpd mc, underage drinking, substance abuse, unhealthy dependency, references to gore +more soon

&& a/n. genre-specific disclaimers are added after plot continuation to avoid spoiling the story to early readers. playlist soon.

00. fame is a fickle food. / emily dickinson

01. dust of snow. / robert frost

02. ravens hiding in a shoe. / robert bly

03. cloud pheonix. / aaron j. frederick

04. the human abstract. / william blake

05. omen of emptiness. / spike milligan

asks/drabbles:

1. alfred and (name)

2. luka alien stage reader

3. reader and commitment

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[avis-writeshq]

05 — enchanted

summary: “please don’t be in love with someone else”/“please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”  pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn, no use of (Y/N) warnings: alcohol (reader gets drunk lmfao), jealousy, slight miscommunication, austin (aka: bartender girl from s4), special mention to special people wc: 4.9k a/n: everyone say thank you @astrophileous for beta-reading MWAH ilyvm zara <33 SPARKS FLY MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

Although you haven’t been a part of the BAU for more than one year, it didn’t stop you from maintaining the connections that you had in all your years of working there. Sure, the scheduling times could be better, but that didn’t stop the team from spending their rare day off to spend time with you. After all, the adjustment of seeing you every day to once in a blue moon was a difficult one to make. 

O’Keefe’s has been the main victim of the team’s shenanigans, its doors open for the seven members of law enforcement, all eager to get their hands on some well earned rest and relaxation. Drinks are passed around the booth and you can’t help but laugh as you watch Derek get his ‘groove thang on’ with a few girls in the bar. Today is one of the rare occasions when the team didn’t have a case, an even rarer day when the team didn’t have to take on any new or incoming cases. 

“How’s life treating you?” Emily asks cheerfully, sipping at her strawberry daiquiri. You gather that tonight is one of those nights.

You smile, sipping at your own beverage of choice. “Good! Way less stressful than working at the BAU, that’s for sure. And the hours are good, too.”

JJ snorts from beside you. “Yeah, well, can’t say I’m not jealous. How’re the kids?”

“I can’t say much because of confidentiality and all that, but they’re doing well. A lot better, thank goodness but it just goes to show the aftermath of the things that you guys deal with. I mean, I still think about all the victims we’ve helped and it sucks that we can’t do anything to help them further.” You finish your tangent with a long sip of your drink before leaning back against the booth. “Anyway, how are you guys?”

Penelope comes shuffling past carrying a series of cocktails, her absolutely monstrous platform heels not aiding her in her slightly tipsy task. “Do not even get me started on work. No work! None! We’re having a fun day. Ergo, no work talk.”

You laugh in response, moving to the side to allow her room to sit in the booth. “No, Penny, you’re right. No work talk.”

The drinks are dispersed and your gaze shifts to where Spencer is standing, laughing awkwardly as he tries to follow along to Derek’s dancing and socialising. He looks incredibly out of place in his brown argyle sweater vest, navy tie and freshly pressed slacks, and he pulls at the collar of his shirt. 

“Nah, Spencer could definitely be a ladies’ man if he plays his cards right. And I mean that literally,” Emily says, bringing you out of your daydream.

Your head snaps in her direction, trying to calm your facial features and microexpressions. Regardless of your attempts, after a year of not practising, you don’t do as well as you hope. “What?”

JJ grins at you, her eyes lighting up knowingly. “We’re just talking about who’s the biggest hotshot in the BAU.”

“Wouldn’t that be David?” You ask meekly, your finger swirling along the edge of your glass. You had met David Rossi on occasion, once by accident when you were having a night out with the girls and the other during a proper introduction two weeks later. “Didn’t he have, like, five wives?”

“I had three thank you very much,” Rossi intervenes swiftly, holding his glass of whisky on ice. 

“Sorry, my bad,” you respond jokingly, snickering as he shakes his head and stalks over to where Hotch is sitting and drinking his rum. 

Penelope lets out a loud laugh. “I think we’re forgetting the obvious: our very own Chocolate Thunder.”

“Well, fine,” Emily drawls, waving a hand dismissively, “but Spencer has that innocent vibe to him, y’know? The kind of guy women go crazy over.”

JJ clicks her fingers in remembrance. “Didn’t a bunch of prostitutes try to pick him up in that one case?”

“What?” You ask again, albeit a little shrilly as you try to dismiss the surprise in your tone. 

“He didn’t take them,” Emily says quickly in an attempt to ease your discomfort. “But he did pick up a girl a few months ago. Austin?”

Penelope nods at that, putting down her cup. “Oooh, yes! I remember her. He showed me a picture. She’s pretty.”

“I mean, he did pick up Lila too.” JJ reminds the team, shooting you a sly smile. “You remember her, don’t you?”

You force out a laugh and bite the inside of your cheek in the process. “Yeah. Who’s Austin?”

“I think I still have a picture!” Penelope says, brandishing her phone from her coat pocket. She types something in before sliding it in your direction. “Pretty, right?”

Austin is certainly pretty, even in the uncoordinated selfie Penelope shows you of her and Spencer. He’s slightly out of frame, his lips set into a sweet smile while Austin practically glows. Her brilliant green eyes flash in the camera and her dark hair frames her face perfectly. She and Spencer are close in the photo, with him holding the phone clumsily and she has a hand on his arm. 

“Uh huh,” you murmur distractedly, averting your gaze from the photo as an ugly feeling creeps into your chest. “Really pretty.”

Emily looks at you curiously. “You didn’t know about her?”

You shrug in response, the smile on your face insincere. “There are a lot of things I don’t know about Spencer.”

The group exchange a couple glances at your tell-tale body language, watching as you scoot past Penelope and out of the booth, making your way to the bar. You’re all too grateful for a reprieve from the teasing as you order another drink and take a seat, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Your mind goes through all the interactions you’ve had with Spencer over the years. Were you really that foolish to think that he would feel that way for you? Maybe you were reading too much into it, you try to reason, running your fingers through your once styled hair. Maybe, in some stupid and twisted way, all of Spencer’s interactions were platonic.

You scoff inwardly to yourself. Right. Because picking someone up at two o’clock in the morning is entirely platonic. Sleeping in the same bed as someone because of nightmares is totally normal between friends. In any case, you could have sworn that he–

“Trouble in paradise?” 

An unfamiliar voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin, and you turn to the man who takes a seat beside you. “Uh… something like that.”

The man hums, a smile on his handsome features. His dark brown hair is fluffy and, in its own charming little way, suits him. He reminds you a lot of Spencer, with the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles along with the timbre of his voice. He’s also very different to Spencer, especially with his sweater that has a bright orange pumpkin on it, paired with a matching orange scarf. A pair of red tinted sunglasses hang on the neckline of his sweater, and you doubt that it would do much good to block the sun.

“I’m Matthias,” he says good naturedly, beaming. “I’m with my sister, Laura,” he explains, gesturing to a lady sporting dyed auburn coloured hair, and she waves with a matching smile.

You introduce yourself, pointing to the booth. “My friends are over there.”

Matthias nods, undeterred by your company on the other side of the bar. “Let me buy you a drink.”

*** 

After what felt like hours of dancing (it was really only fifteen minutes), Spencer and Derek make their way to rejoin the group. The feeling of sweat matting his skin is one of many reasons as to why Spencer hates dancing. That, and the fact that there were far too many people on the dancefloor. What’s worse is the fact that he’s sure that none of them have ever heard of the word ‘deodorant’. He cringes at the thought of all the germs that could be festering on his skin as he sits at the booth, his eyes shifting to wear your bag lays haphazardly on the red cushions. 

“Where is she?” He asks instantly, turning to Emily and placing your bag so that it’s in a safer and less hazardous position.

She hums, pointing in the bar’s direction. “Getting a drink. She’s just cooling off.”

“Cooling off?” Spencer echoes, his brows furrowing. “What do you mean she’s ‘cooling off’?”

Penelope offers an apologetic smile, fiddling with the buttons on her coat. “We… might have told her about Austin?”

“You what?” Spencer can barely believe his ears as he looks at the group incredulously. “Why would you do that?”

“We didn’t mean anything bad by it,” JJ says hastily. “We didn’t think she’d react like that.”

“React like what?” Spencer’s voice is strangely stern, his eyes narrowing as he turns to the rest of the team. “I don’t like Austin. She’s nice but I don’t like her.”

Derek’s brows lift in surprise and confusion. “Did you go out with her after the case?”

Spencer’s ears burn in embarrassment and he turns to his friend in offence. “I asked her for help. I don’t like Austin like that. I needed advice.”

“Advice,” Emily repeats, turning in the direction of the bar. “You mean about…?”

Spencer doesn’t stay long enough to head the rest of Emily’s sentence or to answer it, making his way over to you are. Part of him wishes that he stayed put, especially when he sees what you’re doing. In an instant, his nose is scrunched up in distaste as he spies the random stranger chatting you up. His eyes lock with yours and he relishes in the way they light up as you wave him over.

“Hi,” he breathes, standing beside you. 

“Hi!” You gush, beaming at him. “Saw you on the dancefloor.”

“You’ll never see it again,” he says honestly, stealing a sip of your drink. It tastes like vodka and the strawberry lipgloss you use (he only know what it tastes like because of its very on the nose packaging: a giant strawberry. He wishes he knew for other reasons).

You laugh, bright and loud, before you gasp excitedly. “Oh, Spencer, this is Matthias! He’s been keeping me company.” Then, you lean closer to him, your voice a very exaggerated whisper as if the person you’re talking about isn’t in the seat next to you as you tell Spencer, “he’s a director.”

Matthias waves off the statement, chuckling along. “Nothing famous though.”

“He’s a liar,” you tell Spencer enthusiastically. “Did you know he went to New York University? Crazy, right? Like, the school of arts or something. Oh! And he’s also from Vegas! You two are so alike.”

Spencer nods half-heartedly as he tells you, “you know, I went to MIT and CalTech.”

“Well I know that, silly!” You say with a drunken laugh, poking at his cheek. You turn to Matthias with a proud grin before reaching for a shot. “Spencer’s a genius. He’s a super smart genius.”

“That’s what ‘genius’ means, angel,” Spencer reminds gently, prying the little cup away from you. “No more. You’re drunk and we don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Your face falls and your lips curl into a frown. “But Spencer I’m thirsty!”

“You have water in your bag,” he prompts, squeezing your shoulder and helping you off the barstool, not paying this Matthias person any mind. “Okay? Let’s go back to the others.”

You nod eagerly, stumbling a little as you wave goodbye. “Bye, Matthias!”

“Uh huh,” Spencer dismisses, leading you back to the table by the small of your back. He leans a little closer to murmur in your ear, “why did you leave the others?”

You shrug dismissively, leaning into his side. “Doesn’t matter.”

“No, angel, it does,” he says carefully, “tell me?”

You huff in your own clumsy drunken way. “You should ask Austin. Or go pick someone else up. Emily says you’re turning into a ‘ladies’ man’.”

Spencer resists the urge to roll his eyes. Of course. “I don’t like Austin,” he tells you in earnest, holding you close to his side as you stumble back to the booth. “I mean it, angel.”

“Bet you call everyone angel,” you grumble under your breath. “Bet you let everyone call you ‘Walter’ too.”

“No,” Spencer says immediately, a hand on your waist. “I only call you that. Besides, why would I let someone call me by my middle name if it isn’t you?”

You huff again, slumping in the booth as Penelope shuffles inward to give you more room. Your arms cross over your chest in annoyance and frustration and  you turn away from Spencer’s direction. He doesn’t need to be a profiler to know that you’re pissed off at him. Somewhere in your hazy drunk mind, you’ve made it out as him being the bad guy.

Spencer shoots the other girls a pointed glare, gesturing at you as if to say ‘This is your fault’ because, in reality, it is. If they didn’t mention Austin, you wouldn’t be mad at him. If they didn’t mention Austin, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself drunk with some random guy who went to New York University. Spencer mocks Matthias in his head. Stupid Matthias and his stupidly good hair. Spencer runs a hand through his own growing locks, grimacing when he realises that it reaches his shoulders now. Maybe he should get a haircut later.

“Angel,” Spencer tries again, kneeling down next to your chair. “Let’s get you home, alright? Please don’t be mad at me?”

You mutter something incoherent, not bothering to look in his direction.

“I’m not in love with Austin,” he tells you, his tone a mix of firmness and gentleness. “Really, I’m not. We’re just friends, angel, I promise.”

“Liar,” you mutter under your breath as you get out of the booth. JJ guiltily passes you your bag and you take it out of her hands as Spencer grips your arm with one hand, the other on the small of your back. 

“Not a lie,” Spencer says, walking you to his car. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this. Not after Lila.”

“Lie-la,” you say bitterly as you get into the passenger seat. “Stupid actress.”

He laughs at that, getting behind the wheel. “Yeah, angel. Stupid actress.”

“You kissed her in a pool,” you continue as you fumble drunkenly with the buckle of the seatbelt. “You don’t kiss me in the pool.”

Spencer’s cheeks burn at your words as he puts your seatbelt on, his fingers grazing yours. “It never came up. Besides, I hate pools, you know that.”

“Germ-y,” you respond knowingly, a silly giddy smile on your face. “I know you the best.”

“Exactly,” he hums as starts the car, his words flowing smoothly as he considers how drunk you are. There’s no way you’d remember this, right? “Why would I find another girl when I have you who knows me best?”

Your cheeks glow with pride at his words and you laugh. “Exactly.”

*** 

It’s late. Far too late and you toss and turn in bed. Your eyes are heavy but your brain won’t shut up, swirling with the memories of the previous night. You’re not really sure what happened after you got to the bar, only remembering snippets of the night. The entire time was a blur: you remember getting upset at the girls (or rather, at the information they were feeding you), meeting someone– Mason? Matthew? You can’t even remember– and then downing three shots. It’s awfully stupid of you, yes but then somehow you got home safe and sound with a note on your kitchen counter from Spencer.

You felt a little silly upon the finding of the note. Of course Spencer would take you home; it’s not like the girls were particularly sober by the time you wanted to leave. Regardless, reading the note made you feel incredibly stupid, more stupid than usual, and you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself six feet underground. 

‘Hi angel,’ it read in Spencer’s messy scrawl with chaotic lettering and swirly g’s. ‘You’re probably really hungover right now so there’s a Tylenol on the counter and a sandwich in the fridge. Please drink water; I’m sure you’re also severely dehydrated from the alcohol. I know you’re upset at me but please just forget about what the others said about Austin. I don’t like her like that. Be safe and call me when you wake up.’

The note was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, just Spencer being his usual ridiculously lovely self. You didn’t mind that he took care of you, either. It’s more-so the fact that you genuinely could barely remember what you said that him. You’re betting on it being something exceedingly dumb (you’re making a habit of it, much to your own chagrin), especially considering how much you had to drink that night. Maybe you should start abstaining from drinking from now on, especially if Spencer was in the vicinity. 

The note is now pinned securely to your cork board, a pretty lavender thumb tack holding it in place. Your gaze drifts to it for a moment then to your clock and you groan into your pillow. This is dumb. Sleep is dumb. Your clock blinks with the numbers ‘02:01’ in red mocking letters and you resist the urge to scream. After blindly searching for your phone, you step out of bed while rubbing your eyes. 

The lingering question keeps you up as you pace back and forth beside you bed. If Spencer doesn’t like Austin, who does he like? It can’t be Lila. You would have known if they kept in contact. Then again, you had no idea who Austin was so who knows what secrets Spencer is keeping? What if there was another girl? What if your entire friendship with Spencer was exactly that– friendship. You slap the palm of your hand to your forehead. Were you really that stupid?

It’s in that moment when your phone begins to ring. The tune plays through the room and you know it all too well; the Doctor Who theme song that you spent a whopping two dollars and thirty-seven cents on to add it as the custom ringtone for Spencer. 

“Hello…?” You answer quietly, your voice choking. “Walter?”

“Angel,” he murmurs, and you can hear shuffling in the background. “Why are you still awake?”

You hum, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I could ask you the same question.”

He laughs quietly on the other side of the line, scratchy from the lack of sleep. “Can I come over?”

“Always.”

He hangs up after that and you press the pads of your fingers into the corners of your eyes again. You’re exhausted, far too exhausted to be hosting guests, but this is Spencer. How can you ever say no to him? So, instead of sulking around and spending far too long doing nothing, you fashion yourself a cup of tea and flick the lights on. The book you were reading is thrown haphazardly onto the cushions of your couch but you can’t bring yourself to pick it up. 

The jiggling of the door handle brings you out of your little mood, and Spencer lets himself in with the key you gave him, locking it securely and taking his shoes off to reveal his sock choice of the day: one bright green and the other in fuchsia with buttercup yellow spots. He’s wearing a crinkly white t-shirt that hangs over his gangly frame and grey sweatpants. For something so basic, he looks absolutely criminal in it. You pinch yourself as punishment for thinking such a thing. 

“Hey,” he breathes, sitting next to you. He runs his fingers through his hair, frowning a little. “Do you think I should get it cut?”

You laugh, almost spilling your tea. “You came to my apartment at two in the morning to ask what I think about your hair?”

“Yes,” he agrees before laughing, “no! Of course not. I just thought of it.”

A hum leaves your lips as you curl a strand of his hair around your finger. “I like long hair on you. Besides, you’d look good in any hair cut.”

Spencer preens at your words, enjoying the feel of your touch in his hair. “You’re a liar. I know what I looked like four years ago. Don’t lie.”

“I’m not!” You insist, beaming at him as you poke his cheek. “You were really cute back then. Like a baby.”

He flushes again at both the compliment and the contact, his mind committing the way you say ‘baby’ to memory. He thinks it again and again; baby, baby, baby. 

“I was not a baby,” He tells you, half in jest. “I’m older than you!”

“By a year,” you quip, the sleep deprivation making your head go loopy. “Barely. Doesn’t matter, you’re still baby.”

Spencer scoffs lightly, poking your side. “If I’m a baby, what does that make you? A foetus? A zygote?”

You let out a quiet scream in protest, whacking him over the head with a throw pillow. “Ew, Spencer what the hell?”

He snickers in response, shielding his face with his forearm. “If I’m a baby and you’re younger than me, you must be at an earlier stage of development. So? Which is it, are you a foetus or a zygote? C’mon, angel, you passed eighth grade biology.”

“You’re an ass,” you chastise jokingly, rolling your eyes as you look up at him. Sometime amidst the commotion he must have gotten closer to you. Your noses are almost touching and your breath hitches in your throat. 

He smiles sweetly, his own cheeks warm and flushed with embarrassment as he maintains eye contact. “I thought I was ‘baby’.”

What the hell? Is this really Spencer Reid? Silly, awkward, nerdy little Spencer Reid? This must be a very convincing body suit and an even more convincing voice altering machine because this is not Spencer Reid. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks and ears so quickly that it’s enough to make you go dizzy. Maybe you’re a lot more sleep deprived than you thought. 

“Are you drunk?” You croak out meekly as he cages you in, his forearms on either side of your head as he leans you against the couch. 

He laughs– he has the actual audacity to laugh– and he shakes his head. “No, angel, I’m not drunk. You know I don’t drink enough to actually get drunk. Besides, I drove here.”

“You drove here,” you repeat, a little dazed from how close he is. “It’s two in the morning.”

“Almost three now but yes,” Spencer agrees, smiling. 

“You hate driving,” you remind him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Especially at night.”

He hums in agreement. “I do. But I wanted to see you.”

“Oh.”

You kick yourself internally. ‘Oh’? Who the hell says ‘Oh’? This is it. Your life is over. Maybe you should move to another state. Change your name, shave your head, and get a different degree because you’re almost certain that it’s the end of the line for you.

Spencer lets out a soft chuckle. “I missed you.”

“You saw me two days ago?” You say it like a question and you suddenly feel yourself sweating. It definitely got hotter in here. 

He murmurs your name, his fingers grazing the skin of your jaw gently. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“I ran into you four years ago and almost gave myself a concussion,” you say, averting your gaze as you tried to calm yourself down. 

“I’m so glad I met you,” he repeats softly, his nose brushing against your cheek. “Look at me, angel.”

You wet your bottom lip nervously as you look at him, his hazel eyes a little greener in the low light of your apartment. His legs are on either side of your hips and he brushes his thumb against your chin. 

“I want to kiss you,” Spencer says lowly, albeit a little breathlessly, and you can hear hoarseness in his words. “Can I?”

You’re dead. You’re either dead or asleep, that is the only explanation you have for this entire situation. You’re either dead and in heaven or asleep and dreaming. It is that plain and simple.

“What?” You croak out, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs. 

“I know you wanted to do it in a pool but I’m pretty sure your apartment gym is closed now, angel,” Spencer says, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Can I kiss you?”

The only thing you can manage to do is nod, your eyes flickering to his lips for a split second, watching as the corners of his mouth tug upwards. Your brain barely has any time to comprehend the words he said (since when did you say that you wanted to kiss him in the pool?) because in a rush of confidence, Spencer cups your face and presses his lips to yours in a tantalisingly slow kiss. His eyes are closed and his hands are eerily soft, the gentleness in which he holds you reminiscent of one holding porcelain. 

He pulls away after a moment, his cheeks burning and a smile on his face. You can’t even breathe as you just stare at him, lips parted in surprise. What do you even say to that?

“Thank you?” You manage to stutter out, heat creeping up your neck.

He laughs again, breathless and beautiful, as he kisses the side of your face. “You’re welcome.”

Spencer brushes an eyelash from your cheek, beaming at you as he does. “It’s late,” he tells you, getting up from the couch and freeing your limbs. “You should get some rest.”

“Uh huh,” you respond, your head  spinning. “Bye.”

“Bye,” he says back, trying to hold in a laugh. “I’m free next Friday. Do you want to go out?”

“Go out?” You echo, “we always go out.”

“I know.” He smiles at you again as he makes his way to the door. “I meant– you know. We can go out.”

A beat passes and your head is awfully slow, whether from the kiss or from the sleep deprivation, you’re not entirely sure. “We can go out.”

“Great.” He pauses, taking a step towards you before kissing your cheek. “I’ll text you.”

“You’ll–” you gape at him again as he opens your door to leave. “You hate texting.”

He nods, slipping on his shoes. “I also hate driving at night. Your point?”

“Right,” you murmur, more to yourself than anything. “Text me when you get home?”

“Of course I will, angel,” he promises, “get some rest.”

Get some rest? How the hell are you supposed to get some rest after all that? With one last wave, Spencer leaves your apartment, leaving you hoping that this wasn’t just some thing. Maybe this was the very first page of your story– a very embarrassing start to your story. There is one thing for certain though: Spencer is not in love with someone else.

*** 

It’s a Tuesday when Penelope calls you. You had just finished up with a client when your phone begins to ring. 

“Penny!” You gush, unable to stop the smile from stretching onto your face. “I am stupid, I said ‘thank you’? Who the hell says thank you after someone kisses you?”

“Who kissed you?” Penelope asks, and if you weren’t so caught up in your own tangent you would have noticed that she sounded tearful. 

“Spencer did!” You exclaim, slapping a hand to your forehead. “He’s sitting there and he looks amazing and he smells really good and I am stupid.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Penelope says quickly, and you can imagine her waving her fluffy pen around. “He kissed you and you said thank you?”

“Yes.”

“Well that was very polite of you,” she says, trying to sound happy before her voice cracks.

You frown immediately, taking a seat in the wheelie chair in your office. “Penny? Is everything okay? What’s going on?”

“It’s about Spencer,” she says woefully, sniffling. “He wanted me to tell you something. It’s not looking good, honey, but– but he wanted me to give you a message.”

“Penny–” You stop short when you hear Spencer’s voice. It’s a recording from his phone, and you can only really tell because of the crackling audio on the other side of the line.

“Is it on?” Spencer asks before clearing his throat. He sounds breathless, his words breaking off at some parts and you know that it’s not from the bad audio quality. “Hey, angel, it’s me, Spenc– Walter. It’s your Walter. If you’re getting this then something happened and I just wanted you to know that– that I love you. I didn’t get the chance to tell you that before but I do. I love you and I wish it didn’t turn out like this but I am– I am so glad that we had that moment.”

Through the recording you can hear a shuffle, like the sound of a sliding door being opened, along with a quiet, “Prep the victim for transfer,” before the recording cuts out, leaving you with Penelope on the line. 

She calls your name quietly, choking on her words. “Are you okay?”

You hang up. 

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Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss Rewrite Ideas #01

I truly believe that both shows have a lot of untapped potential that we'll unfortunately never get to see thanks to Viv refusing to take criticism and the fact that her writers are all yes men. However, that doesn't mean I can't give out rewrite ideas like they're candy to those who wish to tap into either show's said potential. With that being said, here are some rewrite ideas that you could use for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss! ______ #01.) Have Mrs. Mayberry become one of the residents of the Hazbin Hotel. I promise you, this one writes itself. #02.) Have Glitz & Glam be Fizz's rival co-workers to parallel his time in the circus when he worked with the Buckzo twins who acted more like a family to him. #03.) Write some new workers for the Hazbin Hotel since they're still severely understaffed. You could make these new employees a Hellborn, a Sinner, an Overlord, or Goetia royalty if you wanted too. The possibilities for this one are endless! #04.) Let Heaven contrast with Hell based on how they operate. For example, in my rewrite for the Hellaverse, Heaven doesn't use currency at all. It quite literally doesn't exist up there. Instead, they use the Bartering System as they view it to be the most fair exchange of goods and services. #05.) Have there be a character who doesn't belong in Hell but got sent there anyway for whatever reason. I'd recommend using Valoris (my take on renaming Vaggie) if you don't mind keeping her as a fallen angel or using her original Sinner backstory however I feel like Amélie (I renamed Emily solely because her name is so common. It's not bad but you can tell that there was barely any thought put into it either.) could work just as well since she'd be a fallen Seraph. #06.) Make Lucifer and Stolas evil as they were originally intended to be before Viv scrapped the idea in favor of something worse. Stolitz is a toxic ship no matter how much damage control and retconning Helluva Boss tries to do and when initially asked about how Lucifer would act later in the series on an old livestream, Viv originally wanted to have his character be on par with that of Willy Wonka so do with that information what you will. #07.) Allow for Charlie's, "Anyone can be redeemed," mentality to constantly be challenged by those around her. Don't be afraid to have her be in the wrong because we all know that not everyone can be redeemed. Some people (Valentino) truly aren't deserving of it and others won't be accepting to change. You can lead a horse to water all you want but the horse has to decide to drink it. #08.) Create a proper foil ship for Fallen Star (I hate using the ship name Chaggie) cause if even Stolitz can have one in the form of Fizzmodeus then Fallen Star should have one too. Most people opt to use Emilute but I'm a damn GuitarSpear shipper so I opted for a crossover ship that has Emily and another character from Helluva Boss instead. Listen, if a rare pair and joke ship like CherriSnake can become canon over a ship like Sir Pentious x Rosie that actually makes sense when you consider they're from similar time periods, then a crossover ship being in my AU rewrite is the least of my problems.

For context, here's a screenshot for one of the HH mockup episodes before Viv and her team decided to scrap it. Like the majority of the HH mockup episodes. ______ Well, that's all I've got for now so happy writing and good luck!

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chapter 9!

enemy!matt x fem!reader ! YOU ARE TESS !

extra extra long chapter cus i felt like it!!!!!

The rest of the week flew by, but the tension between Tess and Matt lingered. Their teammates still believed they were together, despite the heated glares and sarcastic remarks they kept throwing at each other. Neither of them corrected the rumors. Maybe it was pride, or maybe it was just easier to let people believe what they wanted. Either way, they were stuck in this ridiculous charade.

By the time the weekend rolled around, the team had moved on from questioning their relationship to hyping up the party happening at Matt’s house. It was one of those nights where the whole school would show up, the kind of party that people would be talking about for weeks.

Tess arrived early with her friends, mostly because Jordyn insisted they get there before the place got too packed. When they stepped inside, the house was already buzzing with energy, music blasting from the speakers, red Solo cups littering every surface.

Matt had been in the kitchen, grabbing drinks with a few of his teammates, but when he turned around and saw Tess standing there, his eyes raked over her, lingering just a second too long.

“Oh my god,” he blurted, before he could stop himself. “You look so sexy.”

Tess rolled her eyes and pulled him into a hug, but as her lips brushed his ear, she whispered, “I’m holding back vomit right now.”

Matt smirked, his hands tightening briefly around her waist before he let her go. “Love you too, babe,” he said loud enough for people nearby to hear, playing right into the act. Tess just shot him a glare before disappearing into the crowd.

As the night wore on and the alcohol kept flowing, Tess and Matt somehow kept gravitating toward each other. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was habit, but eventually, she ended up on his lap on the couch, her arms draped lazily around his neck.

He kept leaning in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered stupid jokes, making her laugh in a way that felt too easy, too natural. His hand rested against her thigh, his thumb brushing circles on her skin absentmindedly.

Neither of them were sober enough to care about the stares or the murmurs. The whole school might’ve been watching, but in that moment, it didn’t really matter.

At some point, the noise of the party became too much, the suffocating press of bodies too overwhelming. So without a word, Matt took her hand, leading her upstairs to his room. They didn’t go up there to do anything—not that anyone else would believe that.

They just wanted to get away from the chaos, from the eyes constantly watching them.

But of course, when people saw them disappear into Matt’s room, the rumors started.

By the next morning, half the school was convinced they had hooked up.

Tess groaned as she blinked against the harsh morning light streaming into Matt’s bedroom. Her head was pounding, her throat dry, and her body was sore—not in a we-hooked-up way, but in a I-slept-like-an-idiot way.

She shifted slightly, realizing she was still in her clothes from last night, her skirt slightly twisted around her waist. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and opened Snapchat, only to be met with an overwhelming flood of messages.

Jordyn (8:02 AM): BITCH WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!

Emily (8:05 AM): YOU AND MATT??????

Lauren (8:10 AM): OMG YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING.

Jamie (8:12 AM): DON’T EVEN LIE I SAW YOU GUYS GO UPSTAIRS TOGETHER.

Kara (8:15 AM): Sooo… how was it?

Jordyn (8:17 AM): HELLO? WAKE UP AND ANSWER ME.

Tess sat up so fast that her head spun. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

That’s when she realized—Matt wasn’t even in bed. She glanced around in confusion before the door swung open, and in walked Matt, holding two bottles of water. His hair was a mess, he was still in his hoodie and sweats from last night, and he looked way too calm for whatever storm was brewing outside this room.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said, tossing her a water bottle.

Tess caught it but barely registered the movement. “Did we—”

“No.” Matt cut her off before she could even finish the sentence. “I slept in Chris’s room.”

Relief flooded her for a split second before annoyance took over. She held up her phone, eyes blazing. “Have you heard the fucking rumor someone made last night?!”

Matt didn’t even look phased. He just sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. People think we hooked up.”

Tess gaped at him. “And you’re just okay with that?!”

He shrugged. “Let them believe what they want.”

She stared at him like he had just grown two heads. “Let them— Matt, half the team is blowing up my phone right now asking for details that don’t exist! This is your fault, by the way! You dragged me upstairs and now people think we—”

Matt just took a sip of his water, completely unaffected by her rising panic. “Then just don’t tell them yes or no.”

Tess narrowed her eyes. “What?”

He smirked slightly. “Actually… say yes. Lie to them. This will just boost us upward.”

Tess’s jaw dropped. “You want me to say we fucked?”

Matt met her glare with an easy grin. “Yeah, pretty much.”

For a moment, she just stared at him, expression unreadable. Then, in a blur, she grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it at him.

“You douchebag!” she shouted, grabbing his arm and yanking him down onto the bed with her.

Matt laughed, hands immediately going up to shield himself as she started hitting him with the pillow—hard. “Okay—ow—calm down, violence isn’t necessary—”

“Are you serious?!” She kept swinging, and he kept blocking, dodging as best as he could while still grinning like an idiot.

“I mean—” whack “—it’s not like—” whack “—it’s a bad thing—”

“Oh my God,” she groaned, throwing the pillow aside and shoving at his chest. He was still laughing, dodging her attempts to shove him off the bed.

Finally, he grabbed her wrists, stopping her assault. “Hey—hey. Relax.”

Tess huffed, her face slightly flushed from exertion and frustration. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here we are,” he said, smirking up at her. “Fake dating and fake screwing. It’s a win-win.”

She groaned, falling back onto the mattress. “I hate you.”

Matt turned on his side, propping his head up with his hand. “You sure? Because last night you were all over me.”

Tess grabbed another pillow and smacked him in the face.

Tess had no real reason to stay at Matt’s house, but she didn’t feel like dealing with the world just yet. If she went home, her mom wouldn’t even be there—not that it was a surprise. So, instead, she stayed.

Most of the day passed in a blur of sleep. She had crashed in Matt’s bed again, curled up in his hoodie, not even bothering to argue about it. She was exhausted, the mix of last night’s drinking and the emotional chaos of the morning draining every ounce of energy she had.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that she finally woke up, groggy but aware enough to realize that Matt was sitting on the bed next to her, phone in hand, thumbs flying over the screen. She shifted slightly, her eyes adjusting to the light, and that’s when she caught sight of his phone screen.

He was texting the boys’ lacrosse group chat.

At first, she didn’t think anything of it—until she saw the question on the screen:

Ethan: “Was it good?”

Her brain clicked into place immediately. She shot up, suddenly wide awake, her eyes darting to Matt’s response.

Matt: “Do you even have to ask that question? It’s Tess, of course, it was good.”

Her stomach dropped.

The messages that followed made her face heat up.

Kyler: “Damn, Matt, didn’t know she had it in her.”

Quinn: “You gonna share details or what?”

Ethan: “Bet she was loud as hell.”

Tess’s heart pounded as she watched Matt actually respond.

Matt: “Let’s just say she wasn’t exactly quiet.”

Her jaw dropped.

“Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath, watching as Matt smirked at his screen, typing out another message.

Before he could send it, she smacked his shoulder, hard. “What the fuck are you doing, dipshit?”

Matt flinched at the hit, turning to her with an innocent look. “What?”

Tess glared. “Why the hell did you just lie to all of them?”

He had the audacity to grin at her, like this was all some big joke. “Relax. It’s just banter.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Banter? Matt, you just told the entire lacrosse team that we hooked up.”

“Well…” He shrugged. “Technically, they already thought that.”

She smacked him again. “Yeah, but you didn’t have to confirm it! And you definitely didn’t have to give them details that don’t even exist, you absolute moron.”

Matt held up his hands in defense, still smirking like an idiot. “Okay, first of all, ow. Second of all, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a—Matt!” She gestured wildly at his phone. “You literally just told them I was loud! Are you insane?”

Matt just laughed. “Would you prefer if I said you were quiet?”

Tess grabbed the pillow from behind her and whacked him across the face with it. “You’re unbelievable.”

He was still laughing, dodging another hit. “Come on, it’s funny.”

“No, it’s not!” She shoved at his shoulder. “Now, the entire team thinks we actually did something, and I’m going to have to deal with their gross-ass comments for weeks.”

Matt just shrugged, completely unfazed. “At least now the rumor is solid. No one’s gonna question it.”

Tess groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “I hate you.”

Matt grinned. “Nah, you love me.”

She glared at him. “I swear to God, I’m going to strangle you in your sleep.”

He smirked. “That’s not what you were saying last night.”

Tess launched herself at him, tackling him down onto the bed, her hands going straight for his stupid, smug face. “I hate you!” she yelled, shaking him while he just laughed, his hands coming up to push her off.

He was an absolute menace. And the worst part?

He loved every second of it.

Tess lay on Matt’s bed, her head and arms hanging off the edge, staring at her phone lying on the floor as it wouldn’t stop buzzing. Her friends were relentless, demanding every detail they thought she had.

She let out a frustrated groan and sat up on her arms. “Matt, what do I even say to them?!”

Matt, who was lazily sprawled out on the other side of the bed, barely looked up from his own phone. “Literally say anything.”

Tess narrowed her eyes at him. “Anything?”

Matt finally glanced up, instantly suspicious when he saw the slow smirk creeping across her face. “What are you telling them…?”

She let out a little hum, fingers flying over her phone screen. “Oh, nothing,” she said innocently, “just that you like me in control.”

Matt’s head snapped up so fast that it was almost comical. “Tess, do not send that.” He lunged forward, trying to grab her phone.

She yanked it out of reach, laughing as she twisted away from him. “Why? You didn’t have a problem lying to the team about me, but now you don’t wanna take the heat?”

Matt groaned, running a hand down his face. “The boys on the team will ruthlessly make fun of me.”

“Oh no,” Tess said dryly, smirking as she hit send. “Oops. My finger slipped.”

Matt let out a dramatic groan, flopping back onto the bed. “You’re actually the worst.”

Tess just grinned as her phone exploded with messages. The girls were eating it up.

Emily: NO WAY STOP IM SCREAMING

Jordyn: Wait… are you saying Matt’s submissive?

Lauren: I can’t believe this. I need a moment.

Jamie: Damn. Never would’ve guessed.

Kara: So, Tess is the one in charge?

Tess let out a laugh at their reactions, then, just to make things worse, she typed:

Tess: See, I thought he was gonna be dominant, but clearly not when it comes to me.

Matt, who had been watching over her shoulder, froze. His smirk instantly vanished.

Tess turned to him, grinning wickedly. “Something wrong?”

He just stared at her. “You did not just send that.”

Before she could reply, her phone buzzed again.

Jordyn: I can’t believe he’s submissive.

Matt saw that message, and in one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her fully onto the bed.

“I’m going to literally kill you,” he said, pinning her down as she cackled.

“Ohhh,” she teased between laughs, “now you’re being dominant! Great progress, buddy!”

Matt let out a frustrated groan and flicked the back of her head before rolling off her. “Shut up.”

Tess grinned, satisfied. “Too late, Matt. The damage is done.”

He just groaned into his pillow. He was never going to live this down.

a/n: hope guys are liking it so far!!

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Jeffery x Emily Icons!

day 05 of @herrscherofmemories 's event,, free day!!!

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⟡ — someone on Reddit posted a ship of them an i very unfortunately fell in love. these r very self indulgent and I would’ve made a graphic but I’m lazy so here’s a stamp instead :33

[world-of-celebs]

Emily Ratajkowski attends the PrettyLittleThing x Naomi Campbell runway show at Cipriani 25 Broadway on September 05, 2023 in New York City. 

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Welcome to my blog !

About me ! ; the basics

name ; saint , logan , johnny

big age ; 19 ('05)

little age ; 2 - 5

pronouns ; he / they / star / it (+more!)

gender / sexuality ect. ; gay , trans , ace , poly(?)

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games ; call of duty , overwatch , valorant , hogwarts legacy , jedi fallen order , jedi survivor , red dead redemption 2 , roblox (royale high , dress to impress + more!) , fnaf , poppy playtime , indigo park , forza horizon , resident evil 4 , good pizza great pizza , animal crossing new horizons , mario kart 8 , mario kart wii , just dance , the last of us , detroit become human , spiderman , little nightmares , buckshot roulette

movies / shows / musicals ; star wars , harry potter , marvel , x-men , deadpool & wolverine , the greatest showman , grease , hairspray , moulin rouge , phantom of the opera , annie , hamilton , les miserables , arcane , criminal minds , swat , titains , the batman , high school musical , heartstopper , heathers , young royals , ghostbusters , beetlejuice , into the woods , mean girls , the umbrella academy , nimona , descendants , lemonade mouth , stranger things

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Friendly Reminder: No Need to Hate Watch by u/PolyesterNation

Friendly Reminder: No Need to Hate Watch It’s natural to be curious, but if you want to know all the bad, cringey, mask-dropping moments from With Contempt, Meghan, you don’t have to tune in on Netflix.Hate watching still gives her an audience. Emily in Paris got renewed for several seasons in large part due to hate watchers. Instead, check out X and YouTube for clips, recaps and details from your favourite Sinner(s) of choice. Some news stations may also summarise the viewing experience, and don’t forget to check for critics’ columns in the papers.In the meantime, what will you be doing on March 4th? Taxes? Washing your hair? Breathing? Let us know your excuse for not tuning in to TOW’s latest vanity project and the best answer, uh, wins? Something? The internet? 🤷‍♀️ post link: https://ift.tt/yY4vQ6S author: PolyesterNation submitted: March 03, 2025 at 05:09PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[forthwarner]

the closer you think you are, the less you'll actually see...

WARNER é um extraordinário que atende pelo codinome FOUR. Nasceu no dia 4 de abril de 1994, às 4h44min. Tem a habilidade de ficar intangível. Ele tem quatro cachorros: Danado, Canhão, Soneca e Nuvem. Mataria por eles.

É o quarto descendente direto do maldito Kushner Grayson, antigo criminoso de guerra que acabou acumulando uma fortuna atuando como assassino de elite por longas três décadas. Por ventura, o desgraçado também é atualmente um dos grandes investidores da Stargate Enterprise.

A lealdade de Warner se dá unicamente aos seus cães, por ora. Tem uma moral amplamente ambígua, agindo sempre de acordo aos próprios princípios. Faz o que tem que ser feito. E quanto ao derramamento de sangue, preza exclusivamente em derramar os dos semelhantes de seu pai — a quem ele prometeu uma morte longa e dolorosa.

Ele tem a capacidade de atravessar matéria sólida ao reorganizar suas partículas atômicas para passar pelos espaços entre os átomos de um objeto. Esse poder permite que ele: ✔ Atravesse paredes, portas e barreiras físicas sem resistência. ✔ Evite ataques físicos e balísticos ao se tornar intangível no momento certo. ✔ Funde-se temporariamente a objetos sem interagir com eles. ✔ Torne-se um fantasma momentâneo, esgueirando-se sem ser detectado.

Adaptação: 09/10 Atenção e observação: 08/10 Força física: 07/10 Sociabilidade: 02/10 Estabilidade emocional: 05/10 Estratégia: 07/10 Oratória: 02/10

Inspirações: Kitty Pryde de X-Men, John Wick, Kenji Kishimoto (Estilhaça-me), Quatro (Divergente) e Emily Thorne (Revenge).

Como Técnico da Mansão Umbra, Warner atua principalmente como instrutor de artes marciais, sendo responsável por treinar discípulos no combate físico e no uso estratégico de suas habilidades. Ele ensina não apenas técnicas de luta corpo a corpo, mas também métodos para aprimorar reflexos, resistência e disciplina, tornando seus alunos mais letais e preparados para missões reais. Além disso, ele participa ativamente das operações da Mansão, cumprindo o requisito de realizar ao menos um ataque a cada dois anos, o que ele encara como uma obrigação enfadonha, mas necessária para manter seu lugar. Apesar de sua competência e respeito conquistado entre os extraordinários, Warner tem uma relação ambígua com seu papel na Mansão. Ele não sente uma verdadeira lealdade a Larc Crimson ou ao propósito vilanesco da instituição. Para ele, a Mansão é apenas um meio para aprimorar suas próprias habilidades e reunir forças para sua vingança contra Kushner Grayson e a Stargate. Ele segue as regras, cumpre suas tarefas e treina discípulos, mas nunca se envolve emocionalmente com a causa, mantendo sempre um olhar cético sobre tudo o que acontece ao seu redor. O peso de ser um instrutor, no entanto, o afeta de formas inesperadas. Ele percebe em alguns discípulos a mesma dor e revolta que ele mesmo sentiu no passado, e isso o faz se conectar, mesmo que de forma discreta, com alguns deles. Embora Warner tente manter uma postura indiferente, ocasionalmente se pega investindo mais tempo e esforço do que deveria em determinados alunos, especialmente aqueles que demonstram potencial, mas também uma carga emocional que ele reconhece. Esse envolvimento, no entanto, o irrita, pois o faz perceber que, apesar de toda sua frieza aparente, ele ainda se importa mais do que gostaria. Warner lida com essa contradição da única forma que sabe: fingindo que nada disso o afeta. Ele continua sorrindo, sendo sarcástico e brincalhão, ocultando qualquer conflito interno. Seu comportamento na Mansão é de alguém que cumpre suas funções com excelência, mas que, no fundo, nunca deixa de se sentir um estranho naquele ambiente. Ele sabe que, se surgir uma oportunidade que o beneficie mais do que a Mansão, ele partirá sem hesitar. Afinal, seu verdadeiro objetivo sempre esteve longe dali.

Ⅰ. Durante seus primeiros anos de vida, Warner viveu basicamente sob os cuidados de Bruce, o mordomo da família, que se tornou uma figura paterna para ele. Bruce, apesar de ser uma presença constante e cuidadosa, também era limitado em sua capacidade de dar a Warner o tipo de atenção emocional que ele necessitava. Bruce teve que ser firme e muitas vezes afastar Warner de suas tendências de se apegar a tudo e a todos, como animais de rua que ele trazia para casa, tentando preencher o vazio emocional de sua vida. Isso causou grande angústia no garoto, que sentia uma necessidade constante de conectar-se com seres vivos, uma tentativa inconsciente de encontrar algum tipo de afeto que faltava em sua casa.

Ele tem uma relação extremamente conturbada com seus irmãos, devido às escolhas que eles fizeram ao seguir o mesmo caminho sombrio do pai. Os irmãos, embora não compartilhem do nível de brutalidade de Kushner Grayson, optaram por seguir a herança familiar e continuar a trajetória de poder, influência e manipulação. Para Warner, essa decisão foi uma quebra irreparável de confiança e lealdade. Ele os vê como cúmplices do pai, e isso gerou uma rejeição completa de sua parte.

Desde a adolescência, Warner se afastou deles, sentindo-se traído e incapaz de tolerar a ideia de que estivessem confortáveis com os valores e atitudes que ele repudia. Sua visão sobre eles é fria e distante, considerando-os responsáveis pela perpetuação da corrupção que domina sua família. O sentimento de traição é tão forte que ele os rejeita completamente, deixando claro que, para ele, a lealdade à figura de Kushner Grayson é inaceitável e irreversível.

Ⅱ. A relação de Warner com seu pai, Kushner Grayson, é marcada por ódio e desprezo profundos. Desde jovem, Warner percebeu que seu pai nunca se importou verdadeiramente com ele, nem com sua família. Kushner foi um homem que sempre priorizou sua carreira criminosa e seus próprios interesses, deixando de lado qualquer responsabilidade paterna ou afeto. A morte de sua mãe, que foi sequestrada e assassinada por mercenários que caçavam seu pai, é a grande ferida emocional de Warner. O patriarca dos Graysons nunca fez qualquer esforço para resgatar a mulher que ele dizia amar, e essa indiferença foi o ponto de ruptura entre eles. Kushner, por sua vez, nunca se mostrou arrependido ou preocupado com o impacto de suas ações no filho. Ele mantém uma postura de desdém e indiferente até mesmo para com as tentativas de Warner de confrontá-lo. Embora Warner tenha tentado se distanciar emocionalmente de tudo o que seu pai representa, o desejo de vingança nunca o abandonou. A relação entre eles é um ciclo de desprezo e rejeição, com Warner vendo em seu pai tudo o que ele mais detesta e, ao mesmo tempo, alimentando uma obsessão pela justiça.

Ⅳ. Por volta de seus 17 anos, já muito perdido e com o coração fechado para qualquer tipo de vínculo afetivo, Warner começou a desenvolver uma busca insaciável por controle e estabilidade, algo que ele sentia faltar em sua vida. Sua entrada na Mansão Umbra, aos 18 anos, foi uma tentativa de afastar-se da dor emocional que o consumia e de buscar a oportunidade de encontrar uma nova identidade, longe da sombra de seu pai e dos traumas do passado. A Mansão, com sua proposta de treinamento e desenvolvimento de habilidades, ofereceu a Warner a chance de reinventar-se e colocar em prática a vingança que planejava contra seu pai e a organização de que ele fazia parte, a Stargate.

Ⅴ. Apesar de seu poder, ele se especializou em artes marciais como Krav Magá e Kickboxing, tornando-se um combatente excepcional em situações físicas. Ele utiliza essas habilidades com precisão letal, especialmente quando precisa defender-se ou atacar com eficiência em combate corpo a corpo.

Ⅵ. Warner possui uma mente afiada e estratégica. Ele é capaz de analisar situações complexas, antecipar movimentos e calcular o que precisa ser feito em momentos de alto risco. Além disso, é um jogador nato de xadrez, o que indica não apenas sua habilidade de pensar em múltiplas camadas, mas também sua paciência e habilidade para esperar o momento certo para agir.

[multi-fan-girlie]

Updated 23/05/2025

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

And I can do fem! , masc! or gn! Reader's + any character cannon's love autistic Spence too

Criminal minds

Hotch x reader

Derek x reader

Spencer x reader

Luke x reader

Emily x reader

JJ x reader

Tara x reader

Penelope x reader

Spencer x luke

Derek x hotch

Spencer x derek (never tried it before but have read it)

Elle x reader (never tried it before but have read it)

Elle x Spencer (never tried it before but have read it)

Descendants

Harry hook x practically anyone lol

Mal x Ben

Ben x reader

Mal x reader

Evie x Doug

Evie x reader

Doug x reader

Carlos 🕊️ x jane

Carlos 🕊️ x reader

Jane x reader

Jay x lonnie

Jay x reader

Lonnie x reader

Uma x mal

Uma x reader

Thunderbolts:

Bucky x reader

Yelena x reader

Bob x reader

Walker x reader

Alexie X reader (maybe?)

Ava x reader

And any ships in movie ❤️

I am willing to do anything else especially from Descendants rise of red even though I haven't watched it yet I just don't want this being too long xx

[escapethemojoverse]

Episode 40: From the Ashes Month 9! X-Manhunt and all the other X-Men comics of March 2025

What a breeze! Only a paltry 18 X-Men comics in March. This month saw the second crossover of the X-Men from the Ashes era. Storm goes Dark Phoenix, Scott gets punched, frozen, and stabbed, and Charles tells his kids to try the soup!

Matt does a bit about the soup Charles mentions in X-Manhunt Omega that ends at 4:31 or you can find the recipe for Humarsupa here!

8:42 Psylocke #5 written by Alyssa Wong, art by Vincenzo Carratu and Moises Hidalgo, colors by Ker Sifuentes-Sujo, lettered by Vc’s Ariana Maher. Cover artists Mahmud Asrar and Matthew Wilson

26:26 Magik #3 Written by Ashely Allen, art by German Peralta, Color by Arthur Hesli and Lettered by Ariana Maher. Cover artist J. Scott Campbell and Tayna Lehoux

36:30 Cable Love and Chrome #3 Written by David Pepose, Art by Mike Henderson, Color by Arif Prianto, Lettered by Vc’s Joe Sabino. Cover by Ian Churchill and Morry Hollowell

44:34 Phoenix #9 Written by Stephanie Phillips, Art by Alessandro Miracolo, Color by David Curiel and Lettered by Ariana Maher. Cover by Yasmine Putri

50:39 Ultimate X-Men #13 Written and art by Peach Momoko, Script adaptation by Zack Davisson, Lettered by Vc’s Travis Lanham

56:30 Weapon X-Men #2 Written by Joe Casey, Penciled by Criscross, Ink by Mark Morales, colored by Yen Nitro,Lettered by Vc’s Clayton Cowles.Cover colorist Fer Sifuentes-Sujo

1:03:25 Uncanny X-Men #12 Written by Gail Simone, Art by Gavin Guidry, colored by Matthew Wilson, lettered by Vc’s Clayton Cowles, Cover by David Marquez and Matthew Wilson

1:16:00 Wolverine #7 Written by Saladin Ahmed, Art by Martin Coccolo, Color by Brian Valenza and Lettered by VC’s Cory Petit

1:24:31 Laura Kinney Wolverine #4 Written by Erica Schultz, Art by Giada Belviso, Color by Rachelle Rosenberg, and Letterd by Vc’s Cory Petit Cover by Elena Casagrande and Edgar Delgado

1:39:19 Deadpool/Wolverine #3 Written by Benjamin Percy, Art by Joshua Cassara, Colors by Guru-eFX and Lettered by Vc’s Joe Sabino

1:46:40 Hellverine #4 Written by Benjamin Percy, Art by Raffaele Ienco, Colors by Brian Valenza, and Lettered by Vc’s Travis Lanham. Cover artist Kendirck “KUNKKA” Lim

1:53:00 Ultimate Wolverine #3 written by Chris Condon, art by Alessandro Cappuccio, Colors by Brian Valenza, lettered by Vc’s Cory Petit Cover colorist Frank Martin

2:05:55 X-Mahunt

Written by Gail Simone, Collin Kelly and Jackson Lanzing “The Hivemind”, Murewa Ayodele, Jed Mackay, Mark Russell, Geoffrey Thorne, and Eve Ewing

Art by Javier Garron, Francesco Mortarino, Luciano Vecchio, Netho Diaz and Sean Parsons, Bob Quinn, Marcus To, Gleb Melnikov, Fredrica Mancin and Enid Balam

Colored by Matthew Wilson, Raul Angulo, Alex Guimares, Rachelle Rosenberg, Fer Sifuentes-Sujo, Jesus Aburtov, Erick Arciniega, Brian Reber

Letterer:Vc Clayton Cowles, Vc’s Joe Sabino, Vc’s Travis Lanham, Vc’s Joe Carmanga

Covers by David Marquez, Sara Pitchelli, Mateus Manhanini, Ryan Stegman and Marte Gracia, Greg Land and Frank D’AMARTA, Stephen Segovia and Rain Beredo, Gleb Melnikov and Morry Hollowell

X-Men Graphic Design and X-Manhunt Logo by Jay Bowen

If you have a comment or question, you can email us @ Mojoversepod@gmail.com 

Logo by Emily Kardamis who can be found on Instagram @corruptedgem or on Patreon at Patreon.com/corruptedgem

Our theme song is by Megan Lenius.

[ikoarts]

September 2023 Art

train derangement in full swing x

vvv dates + info under the cut vvv

1 - 03/09/2023 : really wanted to draw Ru n Toni in some eveningwear, was a fun opportunity to draw Toni a bit more masc... shes so hot wtf!!! i love these ladies

2, 3 - 04/09/2023 : a Trixie pen doodle, which I ended up turning into a full digital piece..... which i procrastinated on for months, but hey at least i Did finish it! also a little human TTTE au doodle... its Diesel and hes silly... i doodled him in the oingo boingo only a lad pose bc, damn, he really is only a lad

4 - 05/09/2023 : another human Diesel, i did end up tweaking a lot of these initial human designs, so don't get too comfy with em, but oh my.. could it be... Goopy makes another boingo reference? how peculiar that never ever happens..... anyway Perfect System is my fave Diesel song.. in my head is an AMV that will never be made

5, 6, 7 - 06/09/2023 : first, some ideas for my human Edward, thought i might as well include these, for the craic i guess x ... then a rare one of Toby (i havent drawn him since.. i should change that) and Diesel, then that one barbie meme with Edward n James, dont get comfy with either of these designs coz they're not sticking x

8 - 07/09/2023 : a pencil drawing emerges.. Eddie again, with his initial design i was gonna go with, i think the side profile is especially cute..

9 - 09/09/2023 : aaand heres the design i've currently settled on! im much happier with this, and its one of my fave drawings of last year, even if its nothing too special, hes just so cute, and thats really it

10 - 10/09/2023 : silly phone doodle of my human percy.. he drank 2 meny monsters.. cuz i think he would ig.. splort on the floor

11, 12 - 15/09/2023 : another silly (very quick) phone doodle.. i like the idea of Edward taking Diesel under his wing and nobody else can quite understand why, ALSO Edward n Emily friendship? lets go... gays stick together and listen to belinda carlisle its true

13 - 17/09/2023 : YET ANOTHER silly one... oo shes so silly so quirky... i just think if Edward ended up in TATMR he would destroy D10 like thats probs why he wasnt included... hes too powerful

14, 15, 16 - 21/09/2023 : human Diesel shenanigans, first isnt my fave thing ive done and again his design is now outdated BUT the little one of him flipping you off is so funny to me like you get em lil guy!! also Edward again big surprise. holding his little gremling

17 - 29/09/2023 : watched tobias and the last pariah and all i could think about was this meme of the brown eyes vs blue eyes thing so i doodled them on my phone