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hoiststowline · 2 months ago

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radio silence [w/ hoist, perceptor, & jazz]

Hoist is someone who likely has an abundance of free time, boredom stuck to him like an uncleanable glue. messaging and calls with you are something he looks forward to, entranced by your retelling of the day's events, overeager to hear about what he was up to. he can’t help himself, able to divulge himself when it comes to taking breaks from his daily tasks, always looking for your company if available. so accustomed to your voice that if time passes him by where he’s expecting a call from you, he’s definitely questioning it in the back of his mind. Hoist likely wouldn’t gather the courage to be so forward at first, persuading himself that you hadn’t called because something came up and not because something was amiss. you have things you need to accomplish for the day, getting tied up with another assignment is not anything to get worked up over.

it’s later the same evening that Hoist breaks the self-restraint, fumbling to give you a call that rings on and on, longer than he’s ever experienced. it dips into your voicemail, to which the green mech offers a supportive and cheerful message, hoping everything is well. toying with the idea the entire time, he eventually concludes the message with an: “I’ve missed you,”. it’s a step outside his comfort zone, saying something so brave over the phone and not in person, but he means it. Hoist misses you so much, and can’t help but fret well into the night that something must be very, very wrong. you’ve never disappeared this long on him before, and while you have situations every now and then where you’re unavailable, you always give him a heads up. being absent for this long raises some distress, insatiable until he hears your voice or sees your face. [preference on the latter].

he steps away from base early the next morning to seek you out. even if he drives past your work to see that your car has moved there, or hopes to catch a glimpse of you on your way out the door. Hoist only finds relief when you call him, rambling apologies over and over. you’re fine, and safe. he doesn’t care the reason for your nonappearance, obviously unless you are hurt or having a problem. you don’t have to explain yourself, but Hoist also can’t keep his composure rightened upon your reunion. his digits find your form and stay there, cradling you to his face as he hums in delight, ecstatic to have you here. he’d likely never tell you just how restless he was, but it’s safe to say all is well in his optics now.

while Perceptor is known to disappear at times, he’s definitely made better strides to be more vocal and transparent when he is able to do so with you. he enjoys your company, looks for it even when he has the chance to steal you away for a few hours of privacy. however, an unexpected quiet from you is another story, something that sets off alarms in his processor very early on. even when you don’t pick up his call the first time, Perceptor’s brow raises, an audible hum of confusion stumbling forth. he doesn’t bank on you being always available on his schedule, but he’s also well aware that he hasn’t heard from you in a reasonable time frame per your character. when things don’t add up in his mind, he’s pretty quick to set out to find you, asking in passing if anyone has seen you, or knows of your whereabouts.

while he isn’t the most fondest of communication via technology, he respects its functionality and facility. in instances where he’s away for quite a while, he’s come to anticipate and appreciate your encouraging messages and thoughtful words. Perceptor is well aware that you’ve got him wound around your finger, but he can’t help himself to concede to such small requests you propose every now and then, mostly in his favor regardless. you miss him, and you want to see him. he feels the same, so who is he to tell you no, not now? somewhere along the line, he’s found himself talking to an empty chair, thinking you’re there and seeking your advice but you are attending to your own responsibilities, away.

Perceptor isn’t going to stop until you’re found, so he does try you a handful more times whilst searching for you. he’d claim he isn’t overly worried, not initially, but his hastened pace gives him away. his only reassurance is perhaps things ran late at work/class, or you had a change of plans that didn’t stick to your schedule. that’s totally fine with him, but if it’s going onto the next day, and still nothing from you? Perceptor is entirely stumped and overly troubled by your unusual behavior. ultimately, upon finding you and discovering the reason for your silence, a sigh of relief can be witnessed in his frame. one that starts in his shoulders, able to visibly see them relax beside a mumble of: “I am so glad you’re alright,”. all he could ever ask is that you’re happy and healthy, so the ease can’t help but flood him when he takes in that you’re well.

“Radio one to y/n, anybody home?” Jazz isn’t one to fret about impromptu silence on your end, sympathetic to the fact you have daily tasks to be completed that don’t align with his spare time to chat. ever the tease, he’s also very likely to assume you’re being playful or hard to get, sometimes not answering right away or pretending as if he had the wrong number. no, he most definitely has the right number, but plays along if only to hear your fits of giggles. so the first stretch of time with silence from you isn’t insane, and Jazz isn’t all riled up over it until he tries you again later on. then again, knowing full well you are long out of work/class [another mech who has your schedule committed to memory], and you always give him a call afterward. sure, sometimes he can’t be there to pick you up, but he appreciates the check-in more than you understand. you’re safe, and perhaps he can steal some more of your time before being pulled away to responsibilities.

after the third or fourth try, Jazz leaves a handful of messages. they start a little jokingly, “You’re gonna get it when you finally pick up,” then fall to a little more desperate, “Where did you go? Are you alright?” and eventually settle on something twinged with guilt. “What, did I do somethin’ wrong? Ya mad at me?” you are very important to him, and the grand unknown when he can’t get ahold of you in the way he is so accustomed to, he’s on the move. favors are cashed in if he’s supposed to be elsewhere, and at this point nothing could stop him from heading in the direction of your home. Jazz is also calling you the whole way there as well, ignoring the pit in his stomach that only winds tighter at each going to voicemail, his garbled thoughts filling your inbox and then some.

his composure remains but it’s a struggle to keep it up when so much worry consumes him. whatever the situation may be, the reason you were away from your phone for a while, he doesn’t need to know. your apologies are not required, all Jazz cares about is that you’re alright, guilty of holding you a little tighter and closer in the aftermath. always gentle, but there’s a protectiveness that brims in him in your regard, and if anything happened to you and he wasted precious time? it’s an unforgivable action in his optics, knowing next time to just head straight to the scene of the crime, either your place or work/class. “Jazz?” you pull back, fingers skating under his chin, wholly in a consoling and gentle manner. “Why did I just get a notification that my voicemail is full?”

[a/n: many thanks for the suggestions for characters this time around, this was fun to write!! 🫶]

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runa-falls · 3 months ago

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the baby-making protocol - 2

pairing: mickey barnes (17) x afab!reader

cw: mentions of human experimentation (ofc), short mention of vomit + sickness, suggestive thoughts, a spark of emotional connection, mickey being cute again :), not beta-read

wc: ~1.6k

note: slow updates btw (lol)

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Mickey didn’t make it to the new room with you.

Halfway through your journey, he collapsed in the hallway and puked up the small pieces of artificial meat he had at dinner along with the usual slop he had earlier in the day.

At first, he tried to downplay it:

“O-oh…” Mickey looks down at the mess he made, face flushed, “Um, my bad. I must’ve gotten too worked up after eating or something.” His eyes are bleary, his hands are shaking, and his jaw is tense like he’s fighting back pain. You can already tell that this is more than just food poisoning.

“...Mickey, what did they feed you?”

You attempt to approach him, but he quickly stops you.

“No, I’m okay,” He struggles to prop himself up, “y-you don’t have to come any closer.”

“Let me help.”

“I-it’s–”

He starts convulsing.

And as any sane person would – You start freaking the fuck out.

In the end, someone from the lab was alerted about his reaction and came to collect him. Apparently, it was a test to see how safe a new type of imitation meat was.

And you watched defeatedly as he was dragged away like a piece of livestock.

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The room they assigned to you both is only slightly larger than the single room you had before. Instead of a double bed, a queen-sized mattress is awkwardly wedged into the corner, resting on a metal frame that also serves as storage – you suspect they included it because there's still barely enough room for one person's belongings.

The room sticks to the same monotonous blue-grey palette that you’re used to – accented by metal piping carelessly painted over, jutting from the walls in a way that seems almost hazardous. It really leans into that “landlord special” aesthetic that nobody asked for.

The usual exposed wiring that hangs over every dwelling is visible here too, snaking across the ceiling from all sides. Now that you think about it, you’ve never figured out exactly what the wires are connected to…for all you know, they could just be there for decoration. It’s truly remarkable how far Marshall goes to offer his crew nothing more than the bare minimum.

On the multi-purpose table sat a sheet of instructions, a vase of plastic flowers, and a fake candle boldly emblazoned with the words, “Happy Baby-Making!” – If this was their idea of setting a romantic mood, you have serious doubts about the success of this mission.

You scoff at the vibrant petals of the fake roses, running a finger over the fraying polyester threads that stick out from them. These are going straight into the incinerator after tonight.

You turn your attention to the sheet of paper, curious why they bothered to print out the instructions when a digital memo had already been sent.

The instructions were fairly straightforward:

Get to know your partner: Ask simple questions like “What’s your favorite color?” or “How old are you?” to build a connection.

Practice proper baby-making etiquette: No protection allowed—make sure to fulfill your duty at least once a day.

Stick to your assigned partner: This isn’t a free-for-all; we’re building a sacred community, not a random collection of individuals.

Attend all scheduled appointments: No skipping!

Most importantly, have fun!

At the bottom of the instructions are some suggested sex positions – some of which you’ve never seen before and, frankly, don’t believe are anatomically possible. You can’t help but laugh at the exaggerated stick-figure genitalia that distinguishes the man and the woman as they fuck ‘for the sake of humanity.’

There's one called “Straddle the Laptop” (essentially just cowgirl — but since it takes place on a desk, they’ve thrown in some tech-inspired terminology for flair), that sparks your interest. Not only does it require the man to be at the bottom, helpless to the ministrations of the person on top, but also forces the couple to look into each other's eyes.

You could just imagine the way Mickey would fall apart for you, staring at you in awe with those pretty blue eyes as he whines for more. How his hands would clumsily grope against the contours of your body as he braces against pleasures he’s never known before.

You clutch the page of instructions enough to crumple the edge as the scene plays in your mind.

You mustn’t get ahead of yourself.

It’ll probably be a while before you get to that point in your relationship with Mickey anyway.

You set the piece of paper down and look around at the empty room. So this is your life now.

—

He didn’t come back until the following night.

You assumed the delay was due to the printing process, which takes about a day, so you braced yourself to meet Mickey 18. After all, each new Mickey is an exact copy of the last—yet subtle differences always emerge.

For all you know, the next Mickey could be a freak… but you’re sure that no matter how he turns out, you’ll probably fall for him too.

It’s still Mickey, after all.

But as it turned out, you didn’t have to worry about that. The Mickey returning to you was still 17.

After he was taken away, he was given an experimental medication that successfully counteracted the effects of the lab-made meat. Of course, after barely ten minutes to recover, he was immediately sent to the back storage room of the ship to fix a collapsing corridor—because why not?

Which is why, despite coming back as the same Mickey 17, he still bore bruises, scratch marks, and a slight limp.

Trust the science sector to throw Mickey into a mission the second he recovered from food poisoning!

You expected to return to an empty room – one cluttered with unpacked boxes, your few belongings, and an unmade bed. But instead, Mickey was sitting on the bed, printed-out instructions in one hand and the flimsy bundle of gaudy roses in the other.

There’s a palm-sized bruise on his neck – probably from the indelicate syringe that the scientists like to poke him with – and a few scratches on his forehead and arms.

He looks up from the paper as you enter, wearing the same confused expression he had at dinner the night before.

“So the fake meat didn’t make me hallucinate this…” He mumbles in disbelief, eyes bouncing between the paper, the roses, and you.

“Mickey, you’re…” Still alive? Still 17? Still – “...here.”

“Yeah – I-I’m sorry you had to see that yesterday.” He’s suddenly sheepish as he recalls the last time he saw you. “The experiments are usually more isolated, but I guess they just wanted my authentic reaction to the food or something.”

You walk over and sit next to him on the bed. He subtly scoots over to give you more space, eyes widening at the sudden loss of distance between you. You wish he wouldn’t, but you don’t say anything.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m just… happy to see you.” You offer him a small smile. “The same you.”

“You noticed?” He looks surprised, like no one has ever really paid attention to him before.

“I always notice you, Mickey.” Your voice is soft, yet the words carry so much weight.

Again, those pretty blue eyes widen, silently asking about every layer of meaning in your admission—so close to you. Then, he breaks eye contact, preferring to look at the floor as he turns your words in his mind. You notice subtle blotches of pink coloring the base of his neck and the tops of his cheeks.

Oh no. Maybe he’s uncomfortable…

“I-I mean…I saw that you still have that one healed cut from the other day…” Amid your rambling, you miss the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. “...not that I’m watching you or anything, I just guard the lab most of the time and see you–”

“Thanks.” He interrupts you with a soft voice – quiet enough that you would have missed it if you weren’t so intent on noticing his every move.

“...Thanks?”

“For looking out for me. You’re the only one who treats me like a human being and not some…lab rat.” He looks down at the paper in his hand, “I’m actually…kinda glad we were paired together for this protocol.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words.

He’s glad? To be with you?

“Really?”

“Yeah. We’ve known each other for a while…and you’re a lot nicer than anyone else on this ship…” His eyes flick up to meet yours, “I’m sorry you got roped into this though…”

“It’s okay, it was bound to happen at some point.” You shrug, still riding the high that he likes you enough to endure this twisted experiment by your side, “It’s what we all expected when going on this voyage.”

He rubs against the blotchy bruise on his neck thoughtfully, “But we’re the first ones to…you know…”

“Procreate?”

He blushes when you say it. “Yeah.”

“If it makes you feel any better, we can start slow.”

“But don’t we have a schedule to keep up with?”

"Okay then, we can start slower." You take the paper from his hand and glance over the list. "The daily check-ins don’t start for a few days, so… how about a date?"

“A date?”

“Unless you want to jump right into it.” You tease.

“N-no,” he stammers, “I didn’t mean–”

You rest a hand on his thigh, and he instantly falls silent, eyes fixed on where you're touching him. “Tomorrow let’s do something, just the two of us.”

“O-okay.” He immediately agrees.

#mickey 17 x reader #mickey barnes x reader

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pequenhy8scherikblog · 3 months ago

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Welcome!

It is that time of the year when we start to wonder about this fandom. What are they doing? Are there new fics? Is there someone still active in there? Are people still writing prompts?

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Cherik Week 2025 is coming soon!

Some of us know that this year, Team Cherik has decided to take a well deserved break. However, this doesn’t mean that we’ll stop and forget about this cherished tradition of giving an entire week to our favorite mutants: Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr.

That’s why, a little group of fans (with Team Cherik’s blessing), has decided to take the lead this year. We are trying to make this with enough time so everyone involved in this community can have all the time and inspiration needed to leave heart and soul in each and every single one of their creations.

And just highlighting that, even if you can’t actively participate, you can always support all those writers, artists, friends, mutant brothers and sisters, by liking, commenting and sharing their works.

We all know how important it is for us to receive that feedback and we’d love to keep this lovely community as supportive as always.

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crownedinmarigolds · 8 months ago

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Hello everyone! With help from @auspex, we are putting together the first Tumblr of Darkness Secret Santa event! This event is where artists may come together, submit their World of Darkness OCs, and we can all draw and exchange gifts with one another! Just a little fun to remind one another that we're a great community!

How to Participate: There is indeed a limited amount of time to sign up to make sure everyone has a fair chance! Applications are open 11.04.2024 and will be kept open until Monday 11.11.2024. - You will be submitting your World of Darkness original characters and link their reference materials so that another artist may draw them! Please make sure you have a link that someone may have open access to. This can be a Google Drive folder, your art tag on a social media, etc. If you make a Google Drive, make sure your Secret Santa does not have to request access and spoil the surprise. In short, just make sure it's easy for your future gifter to look through! Please don't make it a treasure hunt to find out info on your character just to make things easier. When the applications close, we will then put all participants' names into a randomizer to assign everyone their Secret Santa! Auspex and I will make sure to notify you all as soon as possible as well as provide the reference links so that you can have as much time needed to get the artwork finished. You may go as crazy or mild as you like, but just be aware that artists of ALL skill levels are invited to join! Do not be deterred if you feel like you can't draw - that is the devil talking! Every work of art you make is amazing and any gift with heart behind it is wonderful. - For this year, we asks that the gifts remain art-only. Any medium is fine (digital or traditional) but writing, playlists, mood boards, or anything else won't be accepted. Those things are great, and maybe in the future that could be another exchange, but for simplicity's sake - keep it to art, please. If you want to add mood boards or playlists or write ups as little bonuses to your art - that is entirely up to you! - Please remember these works of art are gifts. This exchange is a community event where everyone is free to participate and share in the spirit of giving during this holiday season. Do not feel bad if you feel like you are not drawing as "well" as somebody else, and please do not make others feel bad if you feel like they're not reaching your standards. This is meant to be fun and for everyone who wants to try! We plan to notify everyone within the next day or two after closing applications, and you will have until 12.20.2024 to draw and submit your works back to Auspex and I so that we may send them to their intended recipient! If you know the person you have and would like to share early, we understand, but please if you would keep it off of Tumblr until the event is concluded just so everyone can be surprised! Once the event is over, have at it and post away! - Please respect the time and effort everyone is putting in! If you feel like something has come up and you won't be able to finish or participate after applying - that is fine. Just let us know as early as possible so that we can either inform your gift recipient or take you off the list.

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cherryblossompink303 · 2 months ago

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Can't pretend chapter one: Ex Machina

➼ pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader ➼ summary: The team is brought in to help on a case that you and spencer have been working on undercover for the past six months. ➼ what to expect: "Only if you admit that you're enjoying this too" ➼ warnings: CM typical violence- minimal detail ➼ Prologue | Part two

The only light emitting from the history department was the old warm lighting from the hallways, almost all the classrooms packed up for the day bar one.

Sitting within the warm lighting of the old lamps in the school buildings, the smell of chalk and dust in the air, was a famed professor completing his fifth crossword of the evening.

The distant footsteps out in the hallway did not even register in his mind, too busy thinking of a thirteen letter term of a sudden godly resolution. But he should have, for someone so smart he made it far too easy.

No, for someone who would presumably be so susceptive it should not have taken him until I was in the room for him to realise. But that's just how these types are, secure. Too secure.

A mind with an 179 IQ slashed to zero just like my knife into his chest, almost a waste, almost.

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Ex Machina

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"So I'll get straight to the point we have a big case" Emily drops the case file on the table of the meeting room of the briefing room of the BAU. "As we all know our very own Dr Reid has been on a high profile undercover case for the past few months, he should still be there however this morning a message came in through his one line of communication this morning, he and his partner are at risk of being compromised and he needs our help from our end to catch the unsub or unsubs"

"Unsubs? They think it could be a team?" JJ raises an eyebrow, flicking through the case file

"The murders that they are investigating has possible ties to organised crime so it is possible that there are multiple unsubs" Garcia nods, turning to the screen as he taps away at her tablet "Reid and his partner will brief us over call from their safe houses imminently as soon as he figures out the technology, so bear with as we all know how our beloved doctor is very much analogue and not digital, ah!"

With a slight glitch crime scene photos are quickly replaced by a split screen of their very own Spencer Reid, and a woman they do not recognise, you. "Oh my god it's really you! Hi!" Garcia fawns over the appearance of spencer. It has been months since you and spencer had been assigned to new haven, and as protocol is for most deep cover cases, you had both gone completely cut off from your previous lives prior to the case for that reason. Spencer mutters a happy but also somewhat shy hello at the greetings of the BAU.

"And you must be Dr y/n l/n" Prentiss nods to the other side of the screen where you are sat, slightly left out of the loop of what is going on. "Yes I am, it's nice to put names to faces Spencer speaks quite highly of you all"

"I would say likewise but that would have been breaking protocol if he did"

"While I love all this reunion banter i'm afraid we do not have much time"

The two of you nod over the call "Right"

"For the past six months Dr Reid and I have been undercover investigating a series of murders surrounding Harvard university"

"Whoever this unsub is seems to be targeting academics and leaving puzzles and codes at the crime scenes, some of the ones which we have deciphered point towards a cartel that has been operating in the area"

"The only problem is, the unsub is onto us, a note was left at the most recent murder that we believe was addressed to us"

"'To my two old friends, I see you have made your opening move, but be warned, I live to find a mate, I await your response' well that is interesting, somewhat resembles the letters Jack the ripper would leave" JJ's brows furrow as she reads the scanned version of the note from her tablet.

"Yes but those letters were taunting the police the language in this letter is very different, welcoming to Reid and L/n"

"There's also a line that sticks out to me 'i live to find a mate' while it is obviously is referring to a checkmate in chess it implies a sexual aspect in the murders that was not evident prior to this murder" You ramble slightly

"What's the victimology?"

"So far it is varied, no preference of gender or seemingly age or class the only through line it seems that all the victims have an IQ at a minimum of 150" You nod in confirmation of Reid's explanation "Although we have noticed more overkill in the men"

A buzz of your burner phone draws your attention away from the call "Sorry I'm gonna have to cut this short my source in the cartel has just messaged to meet I'm gonna have to go"

"Of course, the last thing you should do right now is disrupt routine and risk compromising your cover"

"It was nice to meet you all" You blip out of the call.

"Oh my god" JJ mutters in entertainment now that you are missing from the call "What is it?" Spencer raises an eyebrow. "Are you kidding? Have you noticed that Dr l/n sounds just like you?" Emily speaks up.

"Really? You think?"

"Yeah you have the same almost the exact same inflections in your voice when you explain things, you two are so similar"

"Trust me, me and Dr l/n are nothing alike"

"How are you?"

"I'm okay, still getting used to it all I think"

Emily sits up "Reid you said that the unsub is onto you and Dr l/n, do you two need to be pulled out?"

"We don't have any reason to believe that the unsub knows our identities so I think it is a little early to right now, the unsub just knows there's two people after him"

"Okay just...be careful"

"I will,

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6 months ago...

For someone who has spent over a decade in the FBI he did not know what to expect from the house that the FBI placed him with, he was expecting a barebones house, absolute basics, when in actuality there was an profound amount of depth of character in the house it was almost unsettling, stepping into a house for the first time that he has already supposedly lived in.

"You must be Reid" you were already waiting for him in the kitchen as he arrived, helped yourself to a cup of coffee, not being able to resist the urge to immediately profile you, you were confident, clearly more experienced in these kinds of things than he was. "Yes, Dr Spencer Reid, nice to meet you...."

However it was telling how much was false for the assignment and how much was real that would take longer. He was not told much about who would also be on the case with him but from the sounds of it he expected someone more like him, a stereotypical bookworm he supposed or even someone like Penelope. But the woman standing in front of him was far from it.

"Dr y/n l/n"

"You're a doctor also?" Spencer has a habit to avoid his eyes wandering, a symptom of his fast moving train of thought, taking in how you were dressed, pencil skirt, leather jacket, those were th only things seemingly computing.

"Don't sound so surprised, you know why we were both selected for this case, I'm right in saying this is your first time with an assignment like this right? Coffee?"

"Please, and yes, I've done the odd undercover here and there but nothing this...involved, also the last time I did it didn't go down very well..." he instinctively shook his head at the reminder of Kat.

You nodded with pursed lips, pouring him a cup of coffee "Well, in a way this is easier, like method acting a suppose, how many degrees?"

"Hm?"

Your head tilted to the side with a smirk "Come on, you heard me, don't act like you didn't wanna ask the same thing"

"Six, you?"

"Five, how many of them PHD's?"

"Three" "Ditto, you've been assigned to investigate in harvard right?"

Spencer did not know at what point this had descended into an interview on his part but there he was, finding himself answering your questions with little hesitation "Yes."

"Okay, great... now this is going sound a bit blunt so forgive me but you need to forget everything you just told me"

"What?"

"The key to deep cover is not drawing attention to yourself, becoming so bland that no one thinks twice about you, effectively becoming invisible" You hand over a file containing details and documents of his cover story "not to mention we are chasing a killer who is targeting academics, so, from now on, you are Mr. Arthur Simmons, with one degree, a Masters in physics with an iq of 130"

"Got it" Spencer nodded, giving a thumbs up as he flicked through the file.

"Beyond that I'm sure you'll be fine if you've done some light undercover work before, I'm sure you know basic protocol like no contact with friends and family, stuff like that."

"I must admit...you aren't what I expected"

"Yeah...I get that a lot...but it's also my job so I guess it can't hurt"

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"Amelia, you're late"

"I told you to call me Amy, you sound like my parents" You shrug off your jacket, dropping it behind the bar "you know Simon doesn't like it when people are late"

"I know, sorry, it just took me a while to get away from my husband" You had always found it strange that the FBI had placed you both in a house together, this was the first time you had ever been on assignment where your cover is married to another agent, the words 'husband' and 'married' still feel foreign in your mouth six months later.

"Ew"

"Not like that you pervert, you know that he doesn't know I do all this" Tom laughs, leaning back against the bar "If you say so, I'd just stay out of Simon's way today he's on one"

"Am I now?" You near jump out your skin at the sudden voice behind you, turning around to realise that Simon is indeed stood behind you "You're late"

"I am, couldn't get away without questions being asked" the man in question hums "I suppose that can be understandable, I am a reasonable man after all, however you and I have a different problem"

"oh?"

"You see, I've noticed you haven't quite been pulling your weight around here"

"Simon I told you I'm happy to make connections for you but I ain't hurtin people it's not my style"

"That's fine yet you haven't been making any connections in a while now have you?"

"we get a lot of collage students and there's a murderer at the college at the moment, people don't wanna take risks at the moment" you jump behind the bar, cleaning glasses.

"I suppose so, but the point still stands Amelia, we need more people, so you better get creative" sighing you put on a disingenuous smile "Sure"

"good" Simon walks off "I told you" Tom whispers loudly next to you "whatever"

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"Hey" You sigh out a greeting as you re-enter the house for the night. Spencer had been back a while, having left the building at 5pm, sat in the kitchen with the blinds drawn as he reviews the case files "how was 'work'?"

"You know you don't have to put in quotations, it is my job to be there"

"You know what I meant" he mutters, brows furrowed as he studied these codes that had been stumping the two of you for weeks "Spencer you're going to give yourself a headache if you keep doing that...have you got the phone"

"Yeah" He throws it over to you "It's just something about the script that is bothering me"

"I was thinking about that" you bite your tongue, tapping the contact for the secure hotline "What if the cipher was created by the unsub?"

Spencer's head snaps up at the question "What?" you shrug, suddenly feeling exposed "The symbols aren't from any known ciphers that are in the FBI database nor either of our knowledges, you said that your friend Garcia did a scan for similar codes?"

"Yeah, she came up empty"

"So the cipher is personal and unique to the unsub"

"But why? The profile we have built so far suggests that the unsub is an intellectual narcissist who feels overlook and needs to show the world how smart he is, surely the messages left at the disposal sites are for the world, the public or law enforcement, why use made up cipher with a script and symbols personal to him?"

You shrug, leaning forward against the kitchen island "To taunt us? To show that he is smarter than all of us by creating a cipher he knows we can't break"

Spencer mulled it over, biting the inside of his cheek "Possibly"

"Either way...perhaps we should start approaching it as a self made cipher even if it isn't, may get us a bit farther"

You lean over his shoulder to take a glance of the file "That's easier said than done" you hum in agreement "We need a board somewhere to lay it all out, start with the most common symbols, The most recurring is most likely the letter e, e is-"

"-the most commonly used letter in the English language" spencer finishing your sentence causes you to pause, this happens a lot, the two of you are so used to having to explain things to the people around you that you both have gotten used to doing it unnecessarily. "yeah."

You step back, realising that you are leaning a little too close for a colleague, choosing to sit up on the counter behind you, studying Spencer's facial features. His brows furrowed as he stares down at the messages left at the disposal sites, cheeks hollowed out as his lips purse, something however tugging at the corner of them.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" you had to admit it was an entertaining watch, although you realise that you probably should not have been looking for as long as you did "What? n-no- of course not I'm just- these messages have been bothering me-"

Your laughing cuts him off "Whoa, calm down, I can't exactly be one to judge, but just admit it, the puzzles, the codes, deep down you enjoy solving them"

He leans back, straightening out as looks back at you "I thought I was the profiler here" You smirk, shrugging "I'm a fast learner" you push yourself back up to stand close to him, not backing down as your chin tilts upwards to look him dead in the eyes "Just admit it, I've seen you solved three crosswords in the morning in the time it takes you to finish a cup of coffee you are itching for a mental challenge and you don't want to admit that you're enjoying this because seven people are dead"

"Only if you admit that you're enjoying this too" his voice drops slightly, somehow a softer and rougher feel to it at the same time, not backing down either.

"Touché" Something about it incited a strange feeling in your ribcage, it wasn't a fluttering-no- you know it is not that, but it wasn't exactly a displeasant feeling either.

The ringtone of the phone causes the two of you to jump apart slightly, clearing your throat as you pick it up "Hello?"

"Hi! Your wonder woman in the chair here with some... disturbing news"

"Go on Garcia"

"So I was attempting to put together a timeline of the murders that have so far been tied to the unsub and as JJ so correctly pointed out is that the earliest murder in the timeline is far too sophisticated for this to be the unsub's first killing"

"Yeah we thought so as well but with no earlier match in M.O. we figured that the unsub is mostly has a background as hitman or possibly military"

"And that is a valid assumption, but, to double check because it wouldn't be the first time I ran the parameters through interpol's database thanks to Emily and I got a hit in London, England"

"What there were similar murders?"

"Not quite, robberies, museums, banks, very James Bond. Nearly didn't catch it but it certainly has the same cipher that this unsub is using"

"Garcia do you mind sending the details of that case over to us?"

"Oh Dr l/n you are yet to learn my brilliance, it's already in your inbox, Garcia out" the two of you exchange glances of shock and confusion as the phone hangs up. "Well, that certainly changes the profile..."

"Indeed" Spencer sighs, leaning back against the counter, you raise an eyebrow "I'll start on the cipher you start on the robberies?"

"Sounds like we've got work to do"

Next time on can't pretend: 'Borderline'

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இ•◦ ─── • 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

Pairing: Topaz x Reader x Aventurine

Warnings: m/f/f threesome, dubious consent (just in case), fingering, oral, teasing, vaginal penetration, creampie, lingerie, praise (use of good girl and sweetheart), a hint of overstim and a smidge of aftercare, power imbalance if you squint.

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You’ve heard of workplace hazing, plenty of the lower ranked IPC employees talked about hostile work environments in hushed tones and whispered voices but you’ve never dealt with anything like that.

Especially not from any of the Stonehearts, regardless of all the rumors you’ve heard whispered in break rooms and behind closed doors, specifically Topaz and Aventurine. Ms. Jade was also very welcoming, if not a little sultry but you think she’s always like that. Nevertheless the two aforementioned higher ups were your utmost favorites.

Topaz, aside from Jade of course, was the first member of the ten Stonehearts that you first met, assigned to her to shadow and study for the first few days before transitioning to your respective branch to oversee separate operations. She was still your boss, ranking wise, but she quickly made you feel like you weren’t alone; that you’d made a friend to count on.

Flashing you dazzling smiles and communicating with you regularly in ways you’re sure were a little less than professional but it puts you at ease regardless. The atmosphere within the IPC always felt so strict and suffocating but Topaz always showed you that you could ‘work and play’ respectively.

Helping you settle in comfortably by treating you to lunch and taking you on ‘excursions’ you’re almost positive weren’t work sanctioned but you had little desire to complain. She was smart, especially when utilizing assets at her disposal like taking you on a tour of her recent successful debt collection of a frozen planet called Jarilo-IV; or even treating you to multiple exotic cuisines and unique crafts from the historic Arum Alley on the Xianzhou Loufu.

Topaz loved the way you lit up, commended often that it was nice to see you relaxed in your new position. That the IPC really wasn’t as bad as everyone made it out to be and you were inclined to agree the more time you spent with her. You consider her a friend before long and you assume the feeling is mutual with how liberally she touches you, how closely she lingers in your presence and how often she seeks out your company.

And where Topaz showed you the ropes (and even gave you her personal number to reach her, should you ‘need help’), Aventurines treated you to the more extravagant parts of business deals. Showing you how he runs his section of the strategic department, though mostly working with him seemed just as relaxed as it was with Topaz if not more so.

Aventurine was incredibly generous and considerate, it makes you wonder why most people you know avoid interacting with him all together. He’d gifted you plenty of things within your first few weeks of employment. He’d taken you shopping at highend centers, introducing you to intergalactically renowned tailors because, and you quote, “The IPC has a knack for striking deals but lacks a fashionable taste, it’d be an affront to everyone if we let you walk around in their issued uniforms.”

You spent hours being measured and having materials and designs swatched and matched to make sure your outfit reflected the best version of yourself. Aventurine even paid for multiple outfits to which you turned to him with a furrowed brow at the prospect. Stepping from the podium more than once only for him to tut at you as the seamstress assistants usher you back to your rightful place, ‘it’s on me’ purred at you reassuringly several times with a relaxed smile as he twirled a gold coin between deft digits.

You really couldn’t understand why anyone could dislike either of the pair, frowning at and arguing with subordinates and superiors alike that had anything even remotely negative to say about them. Refuting their grievances and baseless insults with staunch defiance that Topaz coincidentally happened to witness on one of her rare slow workdays.

You’re a sweet little thing, that was obvious enough to everyone you interacted with but you were also fiercely protective as well, not overly aggressive or combative but you certainly weren’t going to take mistreatment of any kind.

Be it for yourself or those that were fortunate enough to know you. It makes Topaz snort to herself, scoffing at the thought of Aventurines luck somehow rubbing off on her as well.

She intervenes before the disagreement could escalate to raised voices and devolve into a petty squabble of little consequence to the Stonehearts, creating a hush between the handful of employees. Approaching the gathering from your rear and she thinks the flash of confusion painting your pretty features is precious when you pivot to see what’s quashed the conversation so quickly. Your shoulders relax to a casual sag as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips and you greet her airly where the rest stand at attention to their superior.

“Ms. Topaz!” A chorus of varying tones but she focuses on yours solely, petite palm and delicate digits of one hand resting at the center of your upper back between your shoulder blades. Another informal contact with her that was always welcome with you before she all but grimaces at the semi-circle of lower-ranked officials.

“What seems to be the issue guys?” Playful lilt ever present but there's an intentional edge to her tone that tells the group her question was rhetorical. The gaggle stands at attention before Topaz simply nods at them all with a stern look they know well is a dismissal before they risk any formal reprimand or worse.

Rolling her eyes before plastering on her ever present smile at you as she guides you back from where she’d come. Soft pads of her fingers ghosting down your spine and it threatens to make you shiver beneath her touch, turning to your superior just as her hand rests at the small of your back, just above the swell of your ass.

Your lips part to speak but whatever you wanted to ask her dies on your tongue the moment you meet her crystalline gaze, her expression is comforting, misleadingly innocent. She’s cute, distractingly so, disarming in a way you assume certainly helps her with difficult negotiations.

“Did you hear any of that?” You look disgruntled, brow furrowed and a scowl threatens to marr your features as Topaz shrugs her shoulders and guides you with ease.

“Nothing I hadn’t heard before,” exhaled on a breathless chuckle as she pulls a door open for you.

Topaz takes you down familiar hallways until you’re traispsing down the lodging quarters for business hours. At first you think she’s just walking you to your room but as your eyes scan over the room numbers, none of them are recognizable. Quizzical look contorting your pretty features, Topaz finding it cute, the same as every other expression you make, when she glances at you from the corner of her eye. Subtly hastening her step to take the lead and she scans her badge for her own room, pulling you inside her quarters before you’re given the chance to question her.

The door sliding shut behind you as she traverses further into the spacious room as you take in your surroundings. Glancing about in awe of the extravagance, having truly believed the benefits to being a high ranking IPC employee couldn’t surprise you further.

Until your gaze finds topaz again, breath stalking in your throat as you watch her casually undress. Cheekily shimmying from her clothes with her back to you, crimson red thong a stark contrast to the pale glow of her skin in the lowlight as she steps from her shorts. She spins on her heel with her hands clasped behind her back as she flops onto the edge of the mattress, kicking away the material completely as she crosses one leg over the other.

“Come here,” cooed alluringly though she’s only met with your hesitation, unsure of if it's just standard reluctance or flusterment as you fiddle with your cuticles, although she doesn’t think it’s rejection in the slightest.

She’s seen your lingering, longing glances on her in passing, just like how you watch her now though there is a potent and overt desire in your gaze as your eyes rake up Topaz’s body.

She adores it, enjoys watching you and how you react to her even now, leaning back on her palms and stretching her body to give you more to look at. Drawing in slow breaths that expand her chest with a precious purse to her full lips and a lidded gaze.

Topaz cracks a smile when you stay rooted where you stand, wiggling her finger in a ‘come hither’ motion before giggling all together and opting to reach for you instead. Her fingertips hooking on your own before she leans towards you, taking your hand with a firmer grasp as she pulls you closer.

“You’re cute,” she purrs, playful lilt somehow overly sultry to you in this moment but you think that may just be your own nerves with the shift in your relationship, whatever that may be now. Topaz uncrosses her legs and turns you when you’re standing just at her knees before pulling you into her lap, resting you atop her pillowy thighs before she parts them and your own alike.

She hooks her chin on your shoulder, humming in satisfaction as one hand snakes around to cradle your jaw,“I’ve got two things for you, a reward and a surprise.”

“A reward?” You gasp breathlessly as you relax in her lap, choosing to focus on one thing before another, for your own sanity's sake. Swallowing thickly as you draw a steadying breath, “for what?”

You’re so cute Topaz thinks she could just eat you up, fully understanding now why Ms. Jade does and acts the way she does. Her thumb stretches to ghost over the plump flesh of your bottom lip, Topaz’s lashes fluttering as she presses the pad at the seam of your lips to force a gentle kiss. Her free hand rubs at your tricep for a moment before she sighs, dragging her palm down the expanse of your arm, over your abdomen before dipped between your thighs to cup your mound, “for being such a good girl, silly.”

A pleasant shudder wracks your form, your own thighs twitching slightly as you reflexively spread your thighs further. Topaz presses her lips to your shoulder, smiling against your flesh as she dips beneath your skirt and teases over the delicate lace that covers your steadily soaking slit.

“You work so hard,” Topaz hums as you relax into her, shoulders sagging while you slouch lower so her delicate fingers can stroke along your clothed cunt, periodically swirling over your clit, “it was about time we show you just how much we appreciate your efforts.”

Your heart thuds against your ribcage with trepidation coursing in your veins with every beat but you’re more than willing to become puddy in her capable hands. You’re certain this violates something in your several mile long contract, that there would be some sort of ramifications but you really can’t bring yourself to care as soon as Topaz’s fingers slip beneath your panties.

Deft digits glide through your folds, teasing around your entrance that clenches around nothing in anticipation with each teasing dip from your superior. Slick clicking mingling in the silence of her room alongside your intermittent sighs while the woman beneath you brushes her lips in chaste affections along the slope of your throat. Groping at your chest as she does, palming one of your breasts and kneading the fat of it before she pinches and rolls a pert nipple between her index and thumb; enjoying how you pant for her and your body subtly asks for more by arching into her hands over just a little teasing.

“We?” you finally question amidst your haze despite how Topaz works to hold your undivided attention. Doing such a stellar job of it that you don’t register the sound of the door opening or the light from the hallway bleeding through for a fraction of a moment as another body slips into the space.

“How did I know that you’d start without me Topaz?” Aventurine teases as he carefully removes his designer gloves and slips off his overcoat to drape over an armchair adjacent to the mattress where you sit as he drinks in the sight of you already enjoying yourself. It looks like Topaz was only toying with your body, working you up with little intention to get you anywhere close before Aventurine arrived, “worried I’ll out-perform you like I always do?”

‘Oh Aven, you’re just in time. I was just teaching the newbie what it means to relax and the reward she’s earned because of it,” cooed against the shell of your ear before Topaz nips at the cartilage but all you can really hear is the roar of your own blood and the slick clit of your cunt the more Topaz piddles lazily with you. His dual-toned hues aglow in the lowlight or at least they appear that way, hungry as he’s standing before you.

Bending at the waist to take your chin in his hold the same way Topaz had earlier, tipping it gently upwards to meet his vibrant and captivating hues, “poor you, stuck with Topaz for so long. She likes to take her time with her projects, terribly inefficient but I’m here now to show you how it’s done.”

“As if you don’t do the same,” giggled as her free hand hooks into the cup of your top that’s always displayed a modest amount of your cleavage, pulling it down until your pillowy tits spill free from their confines. Cerulean hues flitting up to meet the other Stoneheart’s fleeting gaze as she tugs at your neglected nipple, making your lashes flutter. You swallow down a mewl as you swallow thickly but only grow wetter beneath her fingertips, shying all over again now that your other favorite joins the fold, “but taking your time is hardly a bad thing, especially with the things you enjoy.”

Aven chuckles airily, swatting away Topaz’s fingers before hooking his own into the band of your skirt to tug it down your thighs along with your panties. Sinking to his knees as he handles the fabric delicately, pressing his lips to your inner thigh just above your own knee.

“Ah you're even wearing the lingerie set I picked out for you, I knew you’d love them,” his tone somewhat mocking but you can hardly register that with the warm breath fanning overheated skin. Tensing slightly when his fingers grip your knees, pushing them further apart to make room for his body, tutting at you when he feels your thighs flex and threaten to close around his head.

“Wait!” Your voice surprises even yourself, only the man between your legs stalls, Topaz still littering chaste brushes of her lips along your shoulders as her fingers keep you spread for Aventurine.

A beat passes between you, a suspended silence before Aventurine chuckles and leans his cheek against your inner thigh, “were you going to follow that up with anything sweetheart or are you just stalling?”

The nervousness is cute, he wouldn’t be doing this at all if he didn’t think you’d wanted this. Wouldn’t have even humored Topaz when /she/ brought it up to him a few weeks prior after an impromptu meeting with the other Stonehearts over their project divisions.

He’d seen the way you looked at him, noticed how you leered the times he’d traipsed through the springs in only the skimpy little towel that just barely covered his modesty. Aventurine liked to gamble, sure, that was without question.

But he gambled most and went big when he was certain of a positive outcome.

“Wh..” stammering? Unlike you, but you know it's because of the pair you’re sandwiched between now. You pause, draw in a steadying breath before squirming slightly at the contrasting coolness of Aventurine’s breath over your heated slit when he huffs impatiently. Writhing as you do even though he still bears his usual cat smile, “what do you mean that you picked out? I thought it was a little gag gift?”

They both noticeably pause, stone still before Aventurine chuckles airily, the sound of it warming your skin as you squirm against Topaz only for her to hold you more firmly.

“As if anyone could afford something this extravagant as a gag,” he purrs haughtily after his laughter subsides into scattered chuckles. He kneads at your thigh as he leans closer, pressing a chaste kiss to your mound just about the pearl at the apex of your slit with a cheeky grin, “just like everything else I’ve bought you, it’s because I thought you’d look nice in it.”

Uttered casually as he dips lower, stealing the breath from your lungs as he gives a languid stripe over the length of your folds. Humming in satisfaction at both the taste of your slick and the way you respond to him easily. Tension bleeding from your body as he buries into your folds, nose brushing against your clit as he feasts on you greedily for such a frivolous man.

“Someone’s eager,” Topaz teases as she cups the column of your throat, fitting it perfectly in the web of her palm. Gently stroking her index finger along your thrumming pulse as her lashes flutter shut, smile finding her pretty features at the vibration of your moans that are not yet loud enough to indulge in.

Gasping herself when two lithe but skilled digits plunge into her own cunt “very eager,” purring throatily as her own head tips backwards to enjoy the rare treatment.

“Speak for yourself,” muttered between the rapid flicks of his tongue over your puffy bundle of nerves, “this wet from just fondling? I bet you’ll be the first to cum too, selfish girl, this isn’t about you.”

He’s relentless in his assault though, giving Topaz no room for rebuttal and you little reprieve before his lips wrap around your clit and suckles gently. Curling his fingers in Topaz’s cunt and stroking velvety walls until you're both arching and gasping, left at his mercy until tears gather at the corners of your eyes. The woman behind you moaning unabashedly in your ear warms your blood and even in the throes of her own pleasure she still works in tandem with the man between your thighs to overwhelm you.

Topaz’s middle and ring finger replace Aventurine’s tongue over your abused clit, rolling over the sensitive nub while his tongue prods at your entrance until your hips twitch forward at the onslaught. Your eyes roll and you can’t help how your hips buck helplessly into his face as the coil in your lower belly winds tightly and begs to break. Muttering a string of hushed curses before long, broken pleads for relief littered between it along with breathy babbling of both of your superiors name while you grip at anything to ground yourself.

The fat of Topaz’s thigh, your own breast not firmly and gently held in her delicate grasp, the steadily soaking comforter beneath you before finally settling on the luscious blond locks atop Aventurine’s head. Pulling a throat groan from him at a particularly rough tug that you try and mutter a halfhearted apology for just as you’re brought to euphoria. Galaxies more brilliant than the ones you’ve traveled for work erupting behind your eyelids as you arch away from Topaz, hips stuttering into his face as Aventurine laps at you through it.

You think you can hear the woman behind you reach rapture as well but her sweet moans sound distant and far away as well, too blissed out to really register a thing around you.

Missing the sound of Aventurine’s voice and whatever salacious sentence he utters as his belt buckle tinkles after its undone. Almost hastily undoing the clasp and zipper of his designer slacks as he pushes them down to mid thigh.

He was a giving man but he also loved to indulge in his own spoils. Sinking his rigid length into your still spasming cunt and the sensation only prolongs your climax; that, or you’d cum again from insertion alone, you can’t be sure but there’s little time to care.

Topaz reaches between your bodies then, purring praises in your ear and taunting Aventurine with words that sound garbled and hazy as your head lolls back against her shoulder. You can feel her hand wrap around your throat again, the feel of her lips at the hinge of your jaw before she nips at your earlobe while Aventurine ruts into you with precision.

The tip of his cock nudging perfectly into that spongy spot within you that keeps you in a perpetual moan. The roll of his hips growing sloppy the closer Aventurine nears his own release, lips finding yours to swallow the rewarding reactions as he echoes them back to you. One of his hands grips firmly at your waist while the other holds fast to your hip, grinding your clit along his pelvis as he gives you shallow ruts.

The friction and the feel of being filled full while Topaz adds to the pleasure sends you over the edge again, walls spasming around his cock seals Aventurine’s own demise. The blond sputters and gasps on your name, choking on a groan as he spills his seed into you as his hips stutter from the stimulation.

Thrusting into you lazily until both of you twitch from the motion, pulling his softening length from your warm a moment later. Some of his spend threatens to leak from you, to make an even bigger mess between your thighs before much thinner digits delve back into your sensitive hole. Topaz plunges her fingers into you leisurely, shushing you when you whine from the stimulation as Aventurine chuckles above you.

Slouching slightly as his lips brush over your crown while he pulls his designer boxers up to make himself halfway decent. Pad of his index finger tapping gently on the underside of your chin to tilt your gaze upwards, hazy and unfocused as it is, as he cradles your jaw.

“Consider that as a commemorative gift, darling,” winking at you cheekily with a sultry tinge to his tone, moreso than usual, before Topaz swats at him with her free hand.

“Yeah, yeah, Aven, just get a warm wash-rag to clean her up or I’ll let Numby use your wingtips as chew toys.”

He’s already crossing the room before Topaz finishes her less than idle threat, waving her off as he steps into the ensuite bathroom to run a bath for you in the extravagant tub. Sure to leave you feeling in the lap of luxury after treating you to the finer things in life.

#vixen writes #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #topaz x reader #topaz x you #aventurine x y/n

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finishwhatyoustarted-event · 10 months ago

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Finish What You Started 2024 - Event Rules

[ID copied from alt: Event Rules on a blue background. ⬒ No new projects ◨ Any medium and any fandom welcome ⬓ NSFW inclusive, warnings must be tagged ◧ Tag #FinishWhatYouStarted2024; boosting/retweeting starts September 13th ◼ Event ends October 31st, 2024]

The goal of this event is to get things done that you’ve already started. We all have unfinished projects whose incomplete status haunts us. Those are what we want to tackle!

The structure is loose, as this is a multimedia event. While primarily aimed at writers, this event is open to any kind of creative fanwork. Fics, translations, podfics, fanart, animations, cosplay - if you started it and never got it done, it qualifies. There is no sign-up required. I will not assign beta readers for writers, but I can boost requests for those who want them! And I can boost messages of those who would like to beta read.

The mod is a danmei fan mainly, but your work can be any fandom. Maybe something you started before your current fandom excitement took over, or one you keep putting off in favor of compelling new ideas.

Feel free to pass this event info along! The more the merrier!

Further rules and clarifications:

Alt text is very encouraged, especially for boost posts or artwork!

If your work is NSFW, I will only boost it if it has appropriate content warnings. Spoilering images is recommended but not required as long as it’s tagged. Do not letter-swap or abbreviate content warnings. These are so people can mute them as needed. Example: "gore" not "g0re"

Remember Tumblr can mute phrases, but each warning should be its own tag as well as in the body.

Please use genderbend or genderswap for characters depicted not as canon genders. Example: "#NSFW #genderbend #gore”

Please use Omegaverse or A/O/B for that content. The original letter order is a slur against Aboriginal peoples and will not be tolerated here, even with the slashes. It, like other racial or identity-based slurs, fall under hate speech and are thus not permitted.

This account will post weekly morale-boosting messages and helpful resources. Every Friday, starting September 13th, will be Finished It Friday. All the completed works posted that week will be boosted together in a big thread, so we can celebrate your accomplishment!

Halfway-point check-in is October 1st. Final event deadline is October 31st. The last Finished It Friday is November 1st.

FAQ:

Q: Are original works acceptable?

A: This is primarily a fanwork-focused event. If original work is the only WIP you have to work on, it's certainly fine to work on it during the time frame of the event. If it is posted publicly when finished, you may tag it for boosting.

Q: Are there any restrictions on topics?

A: No, so long as your event # post is properly & fully tagged for content (see rules about tagging above). "Dead Dove" topics are allowed. Some submissions will be 18+. For me, this is less about the content and more about finishing it.

The usual restrictions based on laws and Community Guidelines of course apply, so you may need to tailor how you post to which event space your interacting with. Twitter, Tumblr, and Discord all have their own rules. There are also some topics that are in poor taste to make fanworks around. The event organizer and mods reserve the right to not boost your work if they decide it is rage-baiting or trolling. They are not responsible for negative reactions to your works. Please be respectful of those you share a digital space with.

Keep in mind that when I link to your finished work during a Finished It Friday, it may reach a wider audience than you may be used to.

Q: Are there any restrictions on media that can be submitted?

A: Machine Generated or "AI" images and writing are not permitted. If you are found in violation of this rule, you will be removed from the event. All images, writing, or other works must be your own.

This is a positive, shared space. Do not belittle other creators' medium of choice. Please no fandom/character/ship/creator bashing, and don't berate artists or authors for not being done with something, even if they don't finish by the end of the event. Also, please don't passive-aggressively send this event to the author of an unfinished fic you want to see done faster. 😥 Be cool, respect each other, and keep any interpersonal disagreements to your own tumblrsphere.

All posts and boosts will be crossposted to the event Twitter (finishwatustart) and Discord. Expanded rules, explanations, and Dead Dove guidelines can also be found on the Discord. (invite link in pinned post)

Fics can be posted to the AO3 collection (archiveofourown(dot)org /collections /FinishWhatYouStarted2024_Fall)

Work-in-progress posts should be tagged #FinishWhatYouStarted2024 . If you complete a wip within the event, tag it #IFinishedWhatIStarted2024 for boosting so we can all celebrate!

Find more information and community on the Discord, if you want! Joining the Discord is not required for the event. As always, if you have questions, don't hesitate to reach out!

#finish what you started 2024 #finishwhatyoustarted2024 #fandom event #rules

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emmkitt · 7 months ago

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Inanimate Fansanity Fanzine Project!

Ive always wanted to organize and host a zine, i thought its be pretty cool. and since II has ended, why not take the opportunity to make an II themed zine?

For this project, we’re calling for WRITERS and ARTISTS from the II fandom!

Every major character will receive their own page in the fanzine, and there will also be room for analysis pages and for-fun content (such as games and coloring pages)

This was just a silly concept my brain conjured up, so it may or may not have the possibilty of being made physically, but when it is complete all of the digital files will be made available!

The cover will be a collaborative project and feature all of the contestants + hosts + cohosts drawn by different artists.

This project is purely for fun! Artists and writers of all ages and skillsets are encouraged to partake! I will try my best to ensure everyone who signs up gets a role ^^!! The only requirement is that you must have a Discord (for contacting) and must be +13 (as per Discord usage TOS). As of right now there is also no deadline, but we do set to finish the project at least within a few months at the latest!

If you’re interested in participating, please fill out this google form! Roles will be assigned in 3 days, but you are still free to sign up even after that point in case we need extra roles filled (but know that it’s not guaranteed once the window closes)!

The discord server is here! Please join if you plan to sign up!! it makes contacting people so much easier! It is also where the fanzine roles will be given! https://discord.gg/Z6aMYnC887

You are free to join just to spectate as well!

This is probably the only post I’ll ever ask but… please reblog to help spread the word :]!!

#inanimate insanity #osc #ii #fanzine

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simp-ly-writes · 1 year ago

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Suits, Ties, and Thus Spy's (pt.2)

Pairing: Spy!Task Force 141 x Handler!Reader

Summary: The boys get suited up and training begins but as fate would have it, Whitby is keen on keeping your attention or rather making you gain more grey hairs as a mission goes south. Now having to take the task force out of training early, you can only help that under your guidance- they all make it back out alive.

Warnings: light swearing and teasing. A/N: hope you guys enjoy this next part! Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Your design team and weapons master come through the door moments later, each coming up to press a kiss against your cheek in greeting as you do your best to not go pink with the jealous displays your team is already portraying to the new recruits. Pulling Head Tailor Jason down by his tie, you hiss in his ear, “do NOT mess this up for me, please” you add sweetly at the end before letting him go and displaying your smile once more for the crowd.

A series of assistants soon come from the secret back entrance, large on-wheel displays of shoes, watches and premade suits waiting to be tailored sit in wait as Jason nods twice, shuffling his tie from your outburst as he clears his throat, all eyes moving to cast upon his next words. “Afternoon recruits. I am the head tailor, Mr. Jason Carlisle. My associate Doctor Charlotte Derby who serves as our weapons master alongside my assistants Thomas and Evan will be serving you today.”

“And with that!” you start to say just as Jason raises an eyebrow, a missed call from Whitby being pinged to your phone takes your priority, “I will have to make my departure early for today, apologies- truly but you are in good hands I assure you. Laswell I expect a report in my inbox by the end of the day, thank you all.” Removing your fake earrings for your communications headset left in your briefcase set upon the desk. You shake each task force members hand with a firm grip before kissing Kate's cheek goodbye as you race back to your desk.

Johnny leans towards Kyle who watches you leave, leather shoes ticking against the marble floors as the elevator chimes and you are out of sight. “Where do you think they are headed?” Kyle merely shrugs in response, curious as well but holds any further thoughts as Mr. Carlisle has them all stand in a row as his assistants measure their proportions, check their eye colours and hold up various fabrics for them to feel.

Their hands work like a well oil machine as Jason camly states orders while moving up and down the line, not looking a singular man in the eye as he pinpoints miniscule details and chooses accessories best suited for the upcoming training season with the new gear.

Coming to stand in front of “Ghost” as Jason had been told in the notes, he had a special request to keep some form of mask. “Ghost is it?” Jason asks, eyeing the man's response- only to receive a singular nod. “About the mask dear, we have many options some more subtle than others but your comfort in the field is my sole priority under this position.” Jason snaps his fingers as Thomas comes running up, a box in hand that houses various forms of technology sat in velvet. “We can graft a digital face to cover your own, no one would be able to see your true identity unless you allowed them to or… if you like the…” his hand waves over the skull and bones patterns found throughout the man's combat attire. “Agent of death composition, we can keep the balaclava but place a more matte design for on-field missions. Now I must state that the second option might limit your position and the missions you will be assigned to but that is up to you to decide, sir.”

Ghost looks towards John who is begging man-handled by Evan at the end of the line, various fabrics thrown over his shoulder as they complain about accentuating his features the right amount. Kyle is tensing beyond relief as the Doctor shows the various weapons hidden throughout his attire, shivering in realization of how he almost impaled himself when a knife appeared from his wrist watch. Johnny was bright eyed, practically jumping around in his new suit, punching a mannequin in the corner- amazed how the design allowed him flexibility while being bulletproof. “I’m keeping the mask,” Simon states in a monotone towards the Tailor. Jason claps his hands together, murmuring a “good choice, sir,” before dressing him in a black suit with silver detailings.

Taking a step back, hours had passed before Jason was happy with each man's look as Laswell with a thoughtful smile across her features, hands drifting over the fabric of her own suit as she went through a similar experience all those years ago. Doctor Charlotte Derby addressed the room after receiving confirmation from the tailor and the group followed her out towards the training rooms. White marble soon transitioned to modern soundproof walls and black rubber floors that housed various maps upon them.

Walking past gym after gym, the boys were aghast to seeing the brutal training happening in each room- it looked like torture. From rehearsed waterboarding survival classes, crafting found-object masks to survive gas filled rooms or water-filled ones. It was nightmarish at times yet each agent held a proper smile of confidence as they navigated through each issue.

'`Will we be attempting the same, Doctor?’ John asks, trying to hide his slight concern for his task force as he looks towards Laswell for guidance. She offers him only a blank face, her own memories resurfacing. Even though she never had to go through the training, she bore witness to you going though each trial in order to gain the title you hold today. Kate remembers your screams, your broken-noses and blue-skin. But she would trust you more than anyone she ever would know to save her no matter the situation.

Charlotte looks back over her shoulder, only shrugging as she continues to walk and swipes her card to reveal you, still taking through your headset as you worked your way through three junior agents, burning them to the floor in seconds as they tapped for air. Wiping your forehead with some nearby towels, you smile towards the group just as Whitby whines for your attention to his mission once more.

“Whitby darling, I know you enjoy hearing my voice whispering in your ear but I am not your handler for this mission… yes, yes-I understand mr. But-nothing. Alright Whitby, I am hanging up now, kisses! Yes I am, grow a pair-” you end up growling at the end before ripping your headset off and standing beside the Doctor.

“You really have to reel that man of yours back in,” Charlotte states while looking over her nails, throwing a water bottle towards the rookies still catching their breaths on the mats as she hands you your gun back. Casting her a tight smile, “a conversation to be held later, apologies again,” you address the group, “I have a few agents out on the field currently that need my attention every now and then, you all will understand in time,” you charismatically chuckle after before stripping off your suit jacket, laying it flat across a steel table as you roll your sleeves up to your elbows.

The task force seemingly in a daze for your slight change in appearance has Charlotte clearing her throat and rolling her eyes, “you better not start those eyes,” she begins while pressing a pair of safely glasses to her face, handing each member a pair of their own before signalling the rookies to make their way back to training. “Have another four members to compete with for her attention, don’t want any in team fighting when you are here trying to steal them away in more ways than one.”

“Charlotte,” you criticize with a scoff before loading your gun, shivering with a smile to the satisfying click, “you all look handsome in your new suits, Jason did well as usual.” They each nod in conformation, Price finds himself in navy blue with neutral brown tones of shoes and a belt. Simon of course wears all black as Kyle wears a maroon ensemble. Johnny sports lovely charcoal grey pieces that have you making a mental check note to request another suit in a similar colour-way. “Now, Charlotte and I will continue to show you the various… safety features implemented into your new uniforms.”

Clicking your shoes together, a blade extends from the toe just as you repeat the actions to hide the blade once more as you comment, “Poison tipped blade in there, one good lick and anyone would be seeing the pearly gates.” The men copy your actions as the all take an extra wide step away from one another. “Of course our ties as well,” your hand drifts up your chest and towards the knot, “great for choking out an attacker,” you wink at Laswell while saying this as she chokes, whispering about her wife as you throw your head back laughing as she soon does the same.

Walking back over to your suit jacket, you feel around for your fountain pen inside before walking down the line, presenting them with the object for them to hold. Taking the pen back out of Simon's gloved hands you click it thrice in quick succession that extends a small pill at the top. “In case of emergency, this will kill you as well,” you add in a sweet, sarcastic tone. “But I will do my best to make sure it never comes down to that,” you add once seeing the concerned faces looking at you and Charlotte.

“Now,” you smirk, turning your shoulder slightly before whipping your arm around, a blade emerging from between the fabrics of your suit as its flies in between Johnny and Kyle's head, their shoulders tensing, eyes wincing before letting out a breath of relief. “You really think I would try and kill you guys off that quickly?” you tease, receiving no response as you click your tongue, skating your head as Charlotte begins to go over the various guns they will have on their person depending on the mission.

Picking up your custom engraved glock that your first handler gave to you upon promotion, you traced your fingers over the rides before taking aim at one of the targets at the back of the room. Each shot landing at the centre of the head, between the eyes as you flicked back on the safety and placed the barrel on the back of your waistband. A series of small claps go around the room as you turn to bow just as Charlotte hands each of them a weapon of their own. You both stand at the back, taking notes alongside Laswell to their techniques, strengths and weaknesses.

Your phone rings as you curse out, ‘What Whitby?!” you cry out, they merely clear their throat before answering your question as you look towards the ceiling, patience wearing thin, “I am currently being shot at Handler! I need some assistance pronto~” he sing songs out as you look towards the line of men who have their backs still turned to you. “Give me 15 minutes,” is all your state before starting up a new call with Handler Jacobs, “Okay Jay, what fucking game are you playing at- get a hold of your agents before I get a hold of you- is that clear?” you state with utmost vice, your words like blades in pleasure in hearing him wince at your tone.

“Of course, Handler D… I would not want to become part of your name's history,” he replies, shuffling of various papers easily heard from the otherside as they grip their desk in a panic, Samantha shouting from down the hall as an agent comes running into the headquarters, clearly injured and lacking the presence of another certain agent.

“Fantastic.” You end the call soon afterwards, not wanting to hear another word as you put your hand up and Charlotte signals for everyone to unload their gun and set them upon the table to be cleaned. “It appears that you will be testing out everything you learned sooner than I expected. Do not disappoint me in making this decision.”

“Yes, Handler” is sung throughout the space as you nod your head in approval before they trail behind you and towards your office where Jacobs anxiously awaits your presence. Palms sweating as they understand the hole they have dug themselves into. “I don’t wish to see your face Jacobs-” you state as they rush out the room, tail in between their legs as Samantha soon follows, not wishing to witness your wrath.

Handing each task force member a small chip to set in their ear. You test communications before using your desk phone to request a vehicle at the back of the store. The Task force looks between one another, nervous for your next move. Pulling out a drawer from your desk, a series of labelled envelopes meet their eyes as you pull out four and press them gently into each of their pockets. “Inside these packages are any unique identifications that may be requested on the designated location, arrival time is set for 30 minutes from now where you will be meeting up with Agent Whitby, top of the division and you will respect each other. I will hear nothing from either side and on that note, you are all to find and destroy the fake artifacts pictured inside the envelope. I will be live on communications alongside Handler Jacobs if you have any questions, conversions or need for immediate evac. If communications do go down, Whitby will be there to assist your team as he is being briefed currently- is that clear?”

Laswell nods her head for the group who are seemingly entranced by your sudden calmness as you sip the fresh tea at your desk, making yet another mental note to thank Samantha when this mission was over for the drink. Clapping your hands to your knees, Charlotte comes running in, keys in hand as she states the car and model they are to drive. Sending Laswell a smirk in reassurance, you all watch as they make their way back upstairs for the festivities to start.

Just as John is last to leave the room, you call out, halting him in his steps, “and do insure John-darling, that all equipment used today is back unscuffed.” He sends you a thumbs up before jogging back down the hall to catch up as you fall back into your chair and press your finger to the scanner. The room soon closes into security measures as a table emerges at the centre of the room, casting a 3D projection of the building and street they would be infiltrating.

Your fingertip casts over the top of Whitby's head, you watch as he moves up and down the halls with elegance. Shoving suits of armour into unsuspecting guards heads while silencing their screams by kicking their faces into the plush rugs below. “And so the fun begins…”

↳ Taglist: @thriving-n-jiving @cringeycookies @lilliumrorum @brokenpieces-72 @ashy-kit @notsaelty @hindi-si-ikay @sleepyycatt

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rafesapologist · 1 year ago

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the set up — rafe cameron; part nineteen

summary: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: angst, swearing, sad rafe

As the weeks passed without any word from Rafe, the uncertainty gnawed at your thoughts. The initial decision to give him space had turned into an agonizing wait, and a growing sense of worry loomed over your days. You couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was keeping Rafe from reaching out to you.

Questions lingered in your mind, each passing day intensifying the unease. You wondered if it was a result of the recent events, the fragile state of your relationship, or something else entirely. The lack of communication left you grappling with the unknown, and the silence became a heavy burden.

Attempting to reach out to Rafe yielded no response, deepening the sense of isolation. As you navigated the emotional turbulence alone, the shadow of unanswered questions cast a pall over your attempts to make sense of the situation. The once-solid connection you shared with Rafe now seemed distant, and the absence of clarity only added to the weight of the unresolved issues that lingered between you.

JJ's peculiar behavior added another layer of mystery to the already tense atmosphere. His infrequent appearances in the living room and the occasional knocks on your bedroom door were accompanied by an air of secrecy. Each time he attempted to engage in conversation, it seemed as though he was purposefully concealing his face, intensifying the enigma surrounding his actions.

The dynamic in the house had shifted, leaving you caught in the crossfire of unspoken tensions. JJ's attempts to offer assistance or initiate conversations felt strained, and his veiled demeanor only fueled your curiosity. The subtle evasion of eye contact and the guarded way he presented himself hinted at a hidden truth, leaving you to wonder about the nature of his involvement in the recent events.

Unable to endure the lingering uncertainty any longer, you finally reached out to Sarah in the hopes of gaining some insight into Rafe's whereabouts and well-being. The weight of the unspoken questions pressed on your mind, and the need for information became too overwhelming to ignore.

Hesitating for a moment before typing the message, you crafted a carefully worded text to Sarah, expressing your concern and seeking any information she might have about Rafe. The digital message became a lifeline, a conduit through which you hoped to bridge the gap of silence and uncover the truth behind Rafe's prolonged absence.

*y/n: hey sarah! hope u guys are doin good. just wondering, have you heard from rafe lately?*

The minutes dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity as you anxiously waited for Sarah's response. The weight of uncertainty hung in the air, and your nerves were evident in the nervous habit of biting your nails. Pacing back and forth in your bedroom, the room felt claustrophobic, the walls echoing the unspoken questions that filled your mind.

The anticipation built with each passing moment, and the rhythmic ticking of the clock seemed to heighten the tension in the room. Your phone, clutched tightly in your hand, became a lifeline to potential answers, and you couldn't help but check it repeatedly, hoping for a message that would bring clarity to the murky waters of the situation.

*sarah: hey! everything's great :) and no, i haven't spoken to really anybody since we all left. why, is something going on?*

*y/n: nah everything is fine, just haven't heard from him yet today. he's probably just busy lol. thank you anyways*

Sarah's response, lacking the relief or clarity you sought, left you in a state of heightened worry and frustration. The absence of information about Rafe's whereabouts and well-being only intensified the whirlwind of thoughts that raced through your mind. Pacing with a heavy heart, your thoughts spiraled into a thousand reasons why Rafe hadn't reached out, each scenario more distressing than the last.

The feeling of being at a standstill, trapped in a state of uncertainty, overwhelmed you. The isolation and helplessness crept in, and the realization that the only person you had left to lean on, JJ, was also behaving strangely added another layer of complexity to the situation. The tangled web of emotions and unanswered questions seemed insurmountable, leaving you yearning for resolution in the midst of the chaotic storm that surrounded you.

Frustration and impatience fueled your determination to seek answers. Throwing on a light jacket over your tank top, you ventured out into the living room. There, you found JJ lounging on the couch, absorbed in watching TV. The contrast between his seemingly relaxed demeanor and the tension that pervaded the household only added to your sense of urgency.

Taking a deep breath, you approached JJ, your expression a mix of determination and vulnerability. "JJ, we need to talk," you declared, the weight of unspoken concerns hanging in the air. The search for answers had brought you to the point of confronting the one person who might hold the key to unraveling the mysteries surrounding Rafe's disappearance and JJ's peculiar behavior.

JJ, sensing the gravity of the situation, muted the TV and sat up, chewing the last remnants of food in his mouth. As you stood before him, a sense of urgency in your eyes, you couldn't hold back the plea in your voice.

"Jay," you implored, the intensity of the moment palpable. "Tell me what the hell is going on. Where's Rafe, and why is everyone acting so strange?" The weight of unspoken concerns hung in the air, and your gaze bore into JJ, searching for answers in the depth of his guarded expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about Y/n," JJ's momentary silence hung heavy in the air, and as he took a dry gulp, his eyes met yours with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. The initial response he gave sounded as if he were unaware of what you were talking about, but you, familiar with the nuances of JJ's voice, sensed the undercurrent of deception.

A flicker of frustration crossed your face as you pressed him further. "JJ, don't play dumb with me. Something's going on, and I need to know the truth. Where's Rafe, and why does everything feel so off?" The urgency in your voice reflected the gravity of the situation, and you awaited JJ's response, unwilling to back down in your quest for answers.

As your eyes scrutinized JJ's face in the dim light of the living room, you noticed a mark on his eye that hadn't been there before. The discoloration appeared unmistakably like a bruise, casting a shadow of concern over the situation. Your gaze shifted from the bruise to JJ's guarded expression, connecting the dots and raising further questions about what might have transpired in the time you were kept in the dark.

The discovery added a layer of complexity to the already mysterious circumstances, and your eyes narrowed as you pointed to the bruise. "What happened to your eye, JJ? Don't tell me that's just a coincidence. Something's going on, and you're not telling me the whole truth." The urgency in your voice escalated, demanding transparency in the face of the mounting uncertainties.

"It's nothing, alright? Don't worry about it," JJ's nonchalant response, brushing off your inquiries about the black eye as if it were inconsequential, only fueled your frustration. His sigh and casual demeanor did little to ease the tension in the room, and the urgency for answers intensified. Running his fingers through his hair, JJ's attempt to downplay the significance of the bruise only served to infuriate you further.

"No, JJ, this is not 'nothing,'" you insisted, your voice firm and determined. The mounting concerns and the evident reluctance to share the truth heightened the emotional atmosphere in the room. "Why are you acting like this?" The plea in your voice carried the weight of the unspoken turmoil, demanding clarity in the midst of the growing chaos.

JJ's persistent refusal to share the truth left you feeling increasingly impatient and frustrated. The walls of the chateau seemed to close in, and the need for answers became unbearable. Ignoring JJ's attempts to get you to stop, you stormed out of the chateau, determined to seek the truth on your own terms.

The sound of his pleas echoed behind you as you headed to your car, the engine roaring to life in tandem with the turmoil within you. The tension between the unanswered questions and the elusive truth propelled you forward, unwilling to heed JJ's requests. The car door slammed shut, muffling the distant sounds of his calls, as you drove away in search of the answers that remained stubbornly out of reach.

The engine roared as you drove with determination towards Rafe's house. Despite the unannounced nature of your visit, the need to uncover the truth and understand what was truly going on proved to be an overwhelming force. The uncertainty gnawed at you, and the relentless desire for answers propelled you to Rafe's doorstep.

The drive was a mix of anticipation and anxiety, the road stretching ahead reflecting the uncharted territory of the revelations you sought. The weight of unspoken concerns and the mysteries surrounding Rafe's disappearance spurred you forward, unwilling to let the unknown linger any longer.

The urgency to unravel the truth propelled you to speed over to Rafe's house, the familiar twenty-minute drive condensed into a frenzied fifteen minutes. The world outside your car became a blur as you raced through the streets, the surroundings fading into insignificance compared to the pressing need to confront the mysteries that shrouded Rafe's absence.

The lines on the road blurred together as you navigated the journey, your focus singularly honed in on reaching Rafe's house. The regular constraints of time and space seemed to dissipate in the wake of your determination, fueled by the relentless pursuit of answers that eluded you for far too long.

The screech of your tires resonated as you pulled into Rafe's long driveway, the urgency of your mission evident. Hastily hopping out of the car, you sped walked up to Rafe's door, heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Your knuckles rapped against the door in rapid succession, seeking the answers that awaited on the other side.

To your surprise, the door swung open, revealing the face of Rafe's younger sister, Wheezie. Her eyes widened in recognition, mirroring the intensity of your own emotions.

Wheezie's eyes held a mixture of surprise and curiosity as she opened the door to find you standing there. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she inquired, her voice carrying a note of concern.

You wasted no time in expressing your urgency. "Wheezie, I need to know where Rafe is. Is he okay?" Your words hung in the air, laden with the weight of unspoken worries and the pressing need for information about Rafe's well-being. The intensity in your gaze mirrored the gravity of the situation, and you awaited her response with bated breath.

Wheezie's gaze fell flat, and the gravity of her expression hinted at the weight of the revelation she was about to share. Her eyes shifted to the ground, and she shook her head slowly, a somber tone in her voice as she spoke quietly.

"He hasn't been in a very good state," she admitted, her words carrying the weight of concern and sorrow. The revelation hung in the air, casting a shadow over the atmosphere. "He's been drinking a lot." The somber truth lingered between you, the impact of Rafe's struggles hitting home with a poignant force.

Your eyes widened, and a pang of concern and sadness gripped your heart as Wheezie's revelation sank in. The worry etched on your face was evident as you processed the weight of Rafe's struggles. In an attempt to understand, you asked Wheezie the pressing question that loomed in your mind.

"Why has he been like this?" you inquired, your voice laced with genuine concern. The urgency in your question reflected the emotional turmoil that churned within you.

Wheezie met your gaze with a heavy expression. "I don't know," she confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of fear. The uncertainty surrounding Rafe's state left both of you grappling with the unknown, and the shared sense of apprehension lingered in the air.

A sigh escaped your lips as you crouched down to Wheezie's height, a gentle resolve in your eyes. You placed your hands on her shoulders, offering a reassuring squeeze. "It's going to be okay, Wheezie," you said with a soft conviction, hoping to provide a glimmer of comfort in the midst of uncertainty. "Why don't you go upstairs for a bit? I'll talk to Rafe and see what's going on." The tenderness in your gesture sought to ease Wheezie's worries, even if just momentarily, as you prepared to face the challenges that awaited you in Rafe's tumultuous world.

Wheezie nodded in acknowledgment, her trust in you evident, and headed upstairs as instructed. With a deep breath, you entered the house, a sense of determination propelling you forward. The first floor became a maze of searching glances, every room a potential hiding place for Rafe.

Your footsteps echoed through the house as you wandered through its spaces, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of uncertainty. Eventually, you stumbled upon Rafe in the kitchen, the familiar surroundings tainted by the weight of his struggles.

"Rafe?" you called out, the feeble sound of your voice hanging in the air as you spotted him with his back turned. The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted, and he froze, the tension palpable. His grip tightened on the beer bottle, a visual manifestation of the struggles he carried.

"Rafe," you spoke softly, the concern in your voice mirroring the worry etched on your face. You took a step closer, the distance between you narrowing as you sought to understand the turmoil that plagued him. "What's going on?"

Rafe's dry laughter sent a cold shiver down your spine, the tension in the air thickening. As he turned around to face you, the sight of his bloodshot eyes and the evident signs of sleep deprivation sent a wave of concern through you. It was clear that he was under the influence and hadn't slept in days, the toll of his struggles reflected in the weariness etched on his face. The gravity of the situation unfolded before you, and you braced yourself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead.

Rafe's abrupt response cut through the air, his words laced with frustration and bitterness. "What the fuck does it matter to you?" The harshness in his tone echoed the inner turmoil he grappled with, creating a barrier that seemed to distance him further. The vulnerability in the room intensified as you navigated the turbulent waters of his emotions, searching for a way to break through the walls he had erected.

A flinch rippled through you at his harsh words, confusion knitting your eyebrows together. "I-I was worried about you, since you haven't responded in weeks," you spoke quietly, the concern evident in your voice as you admitted your worry about his prolonged silence. However, instead of understanding, Rafe responded with a sinister laugh, as though the sincerity in your words was met with skepticism.

Rafe's words cut through the air like a sharp blade, his accusation hanging heavily in the space between you. "You're a real bitch, you know that?" The harshness of his statement reverberated in the room, leaving you stunned and grappling with the unexpected venom in his words. The atmosphere grew thicker, a mixture of hurt and anger swirling around the strained interaction.

Your eyes widened, tears forming as you absorbed the weight of Rafe's hurtful words. The pain echoed in your voice as you questioned why he would speak to you with such venom, genuinely perplexed by the sudden hostility. "What did I do to make you act like this?" you asked, the vulnerability in your voice laying bare the confusion and hurt that gripped your heart.

Rafe's tone remained sharp and unforgiving as he delivered another blow. "No, don't cry. Don't you dare fucking cry to me right now." The harsh command cut through the air, a stark directive that added to the emotional turmoil in the room. The vulnerability of your tears seemed to only amplify the complexities of the situation.

Your voice wavered with a mix of confusion and fear as you attempted to make sense of Rafe's unexpected hostility. "Rafe, I… I don't know why you're acting like this. You're scaring me," you admitted, the trembling vulnerability in your words revealing the genuine concern that gripped your heart.

Rafe's words were a venomous twist of the knife, each one cutting deeper than the last. "Why don't you go ask your best friend JJ? I'm sure he'll tell you. Maybe you guys can fuck afterwards since you like to do that." The spiteful accusation hung in the air, staining the atmosphere with a bitter taste. The mention of JJ added another layer of complexity to the unfolding drama, leaving you grappling with the harsh reality of Rafe's words.

Your plea cut through the tense air, a desperate request for Rafe to cease the verbal onslaught. "Rafe, stop, please—" you implored, your voice carrying a mix of sorrow and frustration. The room seemed to close in, the weight of the confrontation pushing both of you to the brink of emotional exhaustion. The battle of words continued, leaving scars that ran deep.

Rafe's anger flared, his words filled with resentment and disappointment. "No, Y/n, fuck you. I can't believe I ever thought a good-for-nothing Pogue like you could ever be trustworthy. You're just like the rest of them." The accusation struck hard, painting you with the same brush he used to view others. The shattered trust and escalating confrontation left both of you wounded in the battlefield of emotions.

Reality set in, the weight of Rafe's words sinking in as you realized what he was referencing. The truth spilled out, and you understood that JJ had revealed the scheme to spy on Rafe. The sinking feeling intensified at the thought of Rafe discovering the truth. You shook your head repeatedly, as if trying to dispel the harsh reality of the situation.

"Rafe, please-"

"Stop! Stop," Rafe's voice began to break as his words trembled in sorrow, tears escaping his azure eyes, "I loved you, y/n. So much. Never in my life have I opened up to someone, gave someone so much, as I have to you. Every damn day I woke up, only wanting to talk to you. You were always the first thing on my mind, first thing in the morning, last thing at night. You.. You were everything to me, and to think this whole time it's been some fucking sick game to you. Running back to your worthless Pogue friends that are nothing but trouble. How could I be so stupid? Trusting a fucking Pogue like you." His words put wounds in your chest and tore at your heart from the pure hatred for you that exuded from them. You never imagined you'd be at the other end of Rafe's spiteful outbursts at the end of it all, but there you were, looking up at him with a cold look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Rafe. I'm sorry, okay? I know that doesn't fix this but I didn't plan for this to happen. I told them it would only be a month and I would be done, but then I fell in love with you. I didn't spend all that time with you because of them. Our agreement was only-"

"Our agreement," he scoffed at your words, "do you hear yourself? You're unbelievable. You think that makes me feel better? Oh, you were only supposed to manipulate me for a month? How generous of you." Rafe mocked back at you, the high levels of alcohol in his system causing him to slur his words some.

"I-I know, I know that nothing I say will make this better. I know that you'll never trust me and you'll hate me forever after this, but I'm so sorry, Rafe. I didn't mean for this to happen." You looked up at him with sincerity, a pleading look in your eyes.

"I don't hate you. That's the fucking problem." He muttered.

"What?" You questioned, confused at his admission.

"I don't hate you, y/n. Believe me, I wish I could right now, but I don't. You think after everything we've been through that I could just hate you like that? That easy? Y/n, you're the love of my life. Don't you get that? I wouldn't be in the state I'm in right now if I didn't love you. I don't know what to do, and I'm at a war with myself because one part of me needs you, and the other can't even stand to look you in the eyes right now." Rafe sighed as he combed a hand through his dirty blond hair. His harsh demeanor was beginning to slip as his features softened and was replaced with an appearance of sadness and void. It was clear that the boy was completely shattered, and it broke your heart. Your mind began racing in that moment, unsure of really what to do in order to comfort the heartbroken boy. Do you leave him be and rip the bandaid off? Was that too cold of you to do? Or were you supposed to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be alright, despite the uncertainty that things would be.

"Rafe.." Your words trailed off as you watched Rafe's bloody lip begin to tremble. He closed his glossy eyes at the sweet sound of your voice, only hurting him more to realize that he'd miss that beautiful noise. He hated how much he craved you, how much he needed you, because he told himself a million times than he could never trust you again after JJ's confession. But he couldn't bring himself to push you away, although you put him in the position he was in. Hurting him worse than anyone has in his entire life.

"I don't wanna think about it right now, okay? I can't.. I can't stand the thought of waking up without you, y/n. I mean call me fucking crazy, but fucking hell, I still love you. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Your heart sank as you witnessed the internal struggle within Rafe. His admission tore through the air, leaving a poignant silence between you. You took a hesitant step closer, your voice gentle as you spoke, "Rafe, I never wanted to hurt you like this. I didn't plan for any of it to happen, and I never intended to fall for you the way I did."

His eyes met yours, a mixture of pain and longing reflecting in them. "I know I messed up, and I understand if you can't forgive me. But please, let me explain. It wasn't a game or a plan against you. It started that way, but then I realized my feelings for you were real."

Rafe's expression remained conflicted, torn between the anger and hurt he felt and the undeniable love that still lingered. "You lied to me, Y/n. You and JJ and the rest of your Pogue friends played me for a fool."

You sighed, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "I never wanted to play games, Rafe. I thought I could keep my distance, but emotions are messy and complicated. I care about you, and I never meant for any of this to hurt you."

He pulled away from your touch, his gaze hardening. "You're right, emotions are messy, and now look at the mess we're in. I can't just forget what happened."

"I'm not asking you to forget," you replied softly. "I just want you to understand that my feelings for you are genuine. I messed up, but I'm willing to face the consequences. If you need time, I'll give you that. Just know that I love you, Rafe, and I never wanted to lose you."

In the silence that followed, you saw Rafe's eyes searching yours for answers, a silent plea for understanding. It was a moment suspended in time, teetering on the edge of forgiveness and irreparable damage.

"I should hate you right now, Y/n, but I can't."

Those words lingered, painting a picture of internal turmoil. Rafe's internal struggle was palpable, and the air was thick with unresolved tension. It was evident that, despite the hurt and betrayal, a part of him was reluctant to let go completely.

As the seconds stretched, you chose your next words carefully, mindful of the fragile state of the connection between you two. "Rafe, I understand this is hard. I never wanted to hurt you, and I know trust has been shattered. But if there's any chance for us to rebuild, I'm willing to try."

Rafe's expression remained a mix of emotions – pain, anger, and a lingering affection that refused to fade away. He took a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he grappled with the conflicting emotions swirling within.

The room held its breath, and you sensed the gravity of the moment. The decision to hate or forgive hung in the balance, and only time would reveal the path Rafe would choose.

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freak-attorney · 5 months ago

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Do you have any school related (highschool and/or college) related AA headcanons? I'm not sure how schooling worked exactly for Mia, Maya, and Pearl given where they lived, so I dunno. Mainly Phoenix, Edgeworth, Franziska and Gumshoe

Ace Attorney HS/Uni Headcanons!

(I admittedly haven't thought about this much before but I'm happy to share!)

Phoenix Wright

High School

Really good at creative writing

Good at the humanities in general

Barely passed chemistry (started a fire in the lab and had to let his partner take over for the rest of the year)

Best friends with his Language Arts teacher

Got detention for being late to class too much

Did NOT pass the Presidential Fitness Test (he couldn't do a pull up)

On a first name basis with the lunch ladies

Applied to maybe 3 colleges

He was a band kid for sure... probably played the clarinet

University/College

Was really good friends with his roommate but they lost touch once he went to law school

Not great at pottery but still made little projects to give to his friends whenever he took a class

Rushed a few fraternities (he didn't get a bid to any of them)

Didn't learn how to talk to girls until Dahlia/Iris

Took a few philosophy classes and yapped in every discussion

Joined a debate club.. he lost most of the time but it made him want to get better!

Was very much oblivious to every girl that ever attempted to flirt with him

Had a group of 3-4 friends that he ate lunch with at the same time everyday

Got super wasted at a party and ended up in the front yard of a frat house off campus

Sweatpants + a hoodie were his go to fits

Miles Edgeworth

High School

Did not get along with many others

Went to public school up until high school where he went to a fancy private school

HATED group projects (asked the teachers if he could just do it himself)

It still haunts him that he got a "B" in Physics

Definitely took APUSH/any AP class he could

Did dual enrollment (completed his Associates)

Helped with the theatre program but only as part of the crew (probably stage manager or lead tech)

Valedictorian

Grade "A" instigator (he started a few fights)

Perfect attendance

Headphones in ALL THE TIME

Applied to at least 30 colleges

Scarily good at dodgeball whenever they played in phys ed

Threw up when they had to do frog dissections

College/University

Refused one of his top choices due to their communal showers

Never spoke a word to his roommate

Became a fan of women's rugby (introduced Franzi to it)

Thought Greek life was a waste of time and never even thought about rushing

Didn't go to a single party

Practically lived in the library

Took a class that introduced him to digital art and he really liked it (he didn't have time to continue it once the class ended)

Franziska von Karma

High School

Well-liked or feared?? Depends on who you ask

Fancy private schools her entire life. High school was no different.

Went through a phase of growing out her bangs but hated it

Full face of makeup every. single. day.

Straight A's (Papa would NOT be happy with anything less)

Extremely competitive with EVERYTHING (even the pacer test)

Excelled in the hard sciences but still went into law

She was the teacher's pet but no one dared to call her on it

Applied to every college she could find

Color coordinated notes for each class

Turned in assignments weeks before they were due

Dual enrollment/AP/IB is a given

She was in chorus (Alto)

Used a leather crossbody in place of a normal backpack

Valedictorian but she doesn't see it as a "real" achievement

College/University

Heavily involved with research

Knew her major the moment she applied (probably before then)

President of the debate team

Requested to not have a roommate

On the women's rugby team

Made out with one of the members of said rugby team and was too embarrassed afterwards to show up to practice for the next week (this one is so specific sorry)

Dressed well for class no matter how early

But she preferred late classes

Took many walks around campus at night

Got invited to Greek life formals (they were very bluntly turned down)

Overpacked for the school year every single time

Started the knitting club

Took ochem "for fun"

Godot/Diego

High School

Looked like a jock stereotype

Bullied the bullies

Public school all the way man

Kept photos of all his friends in his locker

On the track & field team (pole vaulting was his favorite)

Did swimming for a year (butterfly is his stroke)

Had several girlfriends before buckling down senior year and focusing on studying

Failed History

Took Spanish for his foreign language (he already knew it)

Applied to any college where he could get a scholarship

College/University

Involved in EVERYTHING

Didn't get along well with his roommate (Diego's side of the room was always messy)

Switched his major several times (started with music, then bio, then landed on polysci)

Definitely a tour guide

Continued playing sports throughout uni (including intramurals)

Joined 2 frats

Volunteered a lot (service distinction)

Got a job at a coffee shop near campus and that's where it all began...

Started growing out his facial hair sophomore year

Dick Gumshoe

High School

Not the smartest guy, but probably the nicest

Got along with everyone no problem

Found ways to skip phys ed

Friends with the nurse (very clumsy)

Excelled in trigonometry but not much else

Went to all the football games

Probably signed up to be the mascot

Did just enough to pass his classes

Fell asleep during class a lot

The chatty guy on the bus

Unintentional class clown

Spoke up in class a lot even if he was wrong

College/University

Only got into one college... but it was the one he really wanted!

Didn't do well in core classes but once he got to things he was interested in it was practically straight A's

Considered being a teacher for a long time but decided on detective

Signed up for a philosophy class but dropped it

Super interested in entomology

Joined club basketball (he wasn't super good but he had fun)

Kept the same roommate for all 4 years and still talks to him from time to time

Pretty well known on campus ("oh you mean the big, loud guy with the green jacket?")

Started wearing his iconic jacket at this time

Always wore jeans no matter the weather

Went to a few parties even though it's not his scene (some friends wanted him to go with them)

Received surprise bids from some fraternities but he declined

That's what I have for now! I hope you enjoyed, anon!!! I added Godot because I love him 🙂‍↕️

(feel free to request any other headcanons, I love making them! Other fandoms I'm in include Danganronpa (only played THH), Banana Fish, Haikyuu, Free, and Kakegurui!)

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glowettee · 5 months ago

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Hi Mindy!!! I hope you’re doing well, and I just wanted to say that I love your posts. Really well written and thought out!

I just wanted to ask.. can you create a guide for preparing to a completely new school which isn’t, like basic? Not in a mean way, but lots of the advice on the internet is generic.

For any extra info, I’ll be joining in the second semester, so there’s plenty of time to make long term changes. It’s also a private school, but I don’t know if that will make a difference.

Thank you in advance 💖 love you!

hi sweetness! @prettieinpink thank you for your adorable ask 🌸 i'm so happy to see this from you!!!!! i'd love to help you from personal experience, and things i documented being in private school. please make sure you look at the 10 secrets because they're super helpful and things i've personally used. i'm going to pour my heart into this comprehensive guide for you. transitioning to a new private school mid-year can feel overwhelming, but i've got you covered with everything you need to know! love youu <333

the ultimate guide to conquering your new private school journey: a glowettee exclusive

by mindy ♡ @glowettee

pre-arrival preparation (1-2 months before)

academic groundwork:

request detailed course syllabi from your future teachers

create a comprehensive academic portfolio of your previous work

research the school's grading system and academic expectations

familiarize yourself with any specialized learning platforms

set up digital organization systems (i use notion + google calendar + xTiles)

purchase textbooks early and start preliminary reading

research the school's academic support resources

understand the homework and assignment submission policies

social preparation:

create a private social media presence specifically for school

research student organizations and clubs that accept mid-year members

join class-specific group chats or discussion boards

study the school's social media presence to understand culture

prepare conversation starters based on school activities

research any school traditions or special events

understand the social hierarchy (yes, private schools have these!)

identify potential mentor opportunities or buddy systems

practical essentials:

develop a morning routine that starts 30 minutes earlier than needed

create a capsule wardrobe that aligns with dress code

invest in high-quality school supplies that last

organize your study space at home

set up a dedicated homework station

create emergency supply kits for your locker and bag

establish a meal prep system for lunch and snacks

plan transportation routes and backup options

digital organization:

set up a comprehensive notion dashboard (i'll share my template soon!)

create specific folders for each subject in google drive

download all necessary academic apps

set up a digital calendar with color coding

create assignment tracking spreadsheets

establish a backup system for important documents

organize email folders for school communication

set up notification systems for important deadlines

mental and emotional preparation:

start journaling about your goals and fears

establish healthy boundaries for social interactions

create a stress management toolkit

develop positive self-talk mantras

plan regular self-care activities

identify potential support systems

create a growth mindset framework

establish regular check-in times with parents/guardians

first week survival guide:

day one essentials:

arrive 30 minutes early

bring extra supplies

wear something comfortable but polished

pack emergency essentials

keep your schedule easily accessible

bring a small notebook for important information

have your introduction speech ready

prepare questions for teachers and peers

social navigation:

observe before participating

sit in different locations to meet various groups

join lunch conversations naturally

show interest in others' experiences

take notes on names and interests

identify potential study partners

respect existing social dynamics

be authentically yourself while observing school culture

long-term success strategies:

academic excellence:

create weekly study schedules

establish relationships with teachers early

join or create study groups

maintain detailed notes from day one

schedule regular review sessions

utilize teacher office hours

keep a detailed assignment tracker

create subject-specific study guides

social integration:

participate in school events

volunteer for school activities

join at least one club or team

attend school sports events

participate in school traditions

create study groups

organize small social gatherings

maintain connections with existing friends

personal growth:

set monthly academic and social goals

maintain a gratitude journal

create a personal development plan

establish healthy stress management techniques

develop time management skills

build positive relationships with staff

create a balance between academics and social life

regularly evaluate and adjust your strategies

pro tips from my experience:

keep a spare set of supplies in your locker

create a school-specific emergency kit

maintain a digital photo of your schedule

establish a homework routine from day one

create a support network outside of school

document your journey through photos or journals

maintain open communication with teachers

celebrate small victories and progress

10 secret tips that transformed my private school journey ♡

the bathroom rule always scout out the least-used bathrooms in your first week, but don't just look for any quiet bathroom - look for one that's strategically located between your most stressful classes. trust me on this - i found my favorite quiet bathroom on the third floor of the science building, and it became my secret sanctuary for quick meditation breaks, makeup touch-ups, or just moments of peace between classes. the lighting there was immaculate for those confidence-boosting mirror talks, and it was far enough from the main hallways that you could actually hear yourself think. i even started keeping a small essential oil roller in my bag to make these mini-breaks feel more spa-like. this space became my personal reset button during hectic days, especially during exam seasons or when social dynamics felt overwhelming.

teacher connection hack bring a small notebook specifically for writing down personal details teachers mention (their favorite books, coffee preferences, hobbies, their children's names, or even their pets). this isn't about being a teacher's pet - it's about building genuine human connections. i started bringing my teacher's favorite starbucks drink on presentation days, remembering to ask about their weekend plans they mentioned, or sharing articles related to their interests. not only did it make their day, but it also showed i paid attention to details. these small gestures created authentic relationships that made a huge difference during finals week, college recommendation season, and even when i needed extensions during tough times. remember, teachers are people first, and when they see you acknowledging their humanity, they're more likely to understand yours.

social currency secret keep a small emergency kit with hair ties, bobby pins, bandaids, mints, tampons/pads, tide-to-go pens, pain relievers (if allowed), small sewing kit, clear nail polish for tights runs, double-sided tape, and even a phone charger in your locker. nothing creates instant friendships like being the person everyone knows they can count on for emergency supplies. i actually met my best friend because i had a spare hair tie when she desperately needed one before her presentation, and that simple moment turned into a three-hour conversation after school. this kit isn't just about having supplies - it's about being the person who thinks ahead and cares enough to help others. i started keeping track of what people borrowed most often and would stock up accordingly. it's like having your own little convenience store of kindness.

the popularity paradox here's something no one tells you - in private schools, being overly eager to be popular actually makes you less popular. the social hierarchy in private schools is often more subtle and complex than in public schools. i learned to focus on being genuinely interested in others instead of trying to fit in, asking thoughtful questions about their interests, and remembering small details about their lives. surprisingly, the moment i stopped trying to be part of the "it" crowd was when people started naturally gravitating towards me. i focused on developing my own interests and passions, which made me more interesting to others. the key is to be confidently authentic rather than strategically social. this approach not only helped me build real friendships but also protected me from the exhausting game of trying to maintain a carefully crafted social image.

the uniform advantage even with strict uniform rules, there are always creative ways to stand out while staying within the guidelines. i invested in high-quality accessories that complied with dress code but made my uniform look more polished - pearl earrings, delicate necklaces, classic watches, and subtle hair accessories. these small details helped me feel more put together and confident. but it's not just about the accessories - it's about how you wear the uniform itself. i learned that having my shirts professionally pressed, skirts properly hemmed, and shoes well-maintained made a huge difference in how put-together i looked. i also kept a small steamer in my locker for emergency touch-ups. this attention to detail showed respect for the school's traditions while allowing my personal style to shine through in acceptable ways.

the lunch table strategy don't commit to one lunch table for at least two weeks, and be strategic about your rotation schedule. i created a subtle system where i would sit with different groups each day, making mental notes about the dynamics, interests, and personalities at each table. i rotated between different groups, which helped me understand the social dynamics better and prevented me from being boxed into one clique too early. pay attention to how each group interacts - some tables are for studying, others for gossip, and some for genuine conversations. i kept a small note in my phone about each group's interests so i could contribute meaningfully to conversations. this strategy gave me the freedom to form genuine connections across different social circles and ultimately helped me choose where i truly felt comfortable. by the third week, i had a clear understanding of where i naturally fit in, rather than where i thought i should be.

the academic alliance create study guides and share them with classmates before they ask, but make it systematic and sustainable. i started a google drive folder with my notes and study guides, organized by subject and topic, with clear summaries and practice questions. it naturally evolved into a collaborative study group where everyone contributed their strengths. i became known as someone who not only shared resources but also helped others understand how to create their own study materials. this approach created a reciprocal learning environment where everyone felt comfortable asking for and offering help. i even created templates for different types of assignments that we could all use, which saved everyone time and helped maintain consistent quality in our work.

the extracurricular edge join at least one unexpected club that's not typically "popular," but don't just join - become actively involved in ways that showcase your unique talents. i joined the astronomy club despite it being small, and instead of just attending meetings, i started organizing stargazing events and creating instagram-worthy posts about our activities. this not only helped grow the club but also showed others that you can make any activity exciting if you're passionate about it. the unexpected benefit was meeting people who shared my genuine interests rather than just social aspirations. these authentic connections often lead to the most meaningful friendships and impressive college application stories.

the social media strategy create a finsta (private instagram) specifically for close school friends, but treat it as a carefully curated space rather than just another social media account. wait at least a month before adding anyone - this gives you time to understand the social dynamics and ensure you're connecting with the right people. i used my finsta to share study tips, funny school moments, and support for others' achievements. it became a safe space for sharing real moments with trusted friends, away from the pressure of maintaining a perfect image on main accounts. i also used it to organize study groups and share helpful resources, making it both social and practical.

the legacy link learn about your school's history and traditions from older students, but go beyond just knowing the basics. i spent time talking to seniors, alumni, and even teachers about the school's evolution over the years. understanding why certain traditions started, knowing the stories behind school legends, and learning about notable alumni helped me feel more connected to the school community. i created a digital notebook of these stories, which became a valuable resource for other new students. this knowledge made me feel like part of something bigger than just my current school year and helped me appreciate the school's culture on a deeper level.

personal advice from my heart to yours:

sweetness, i want you to know that the first few months at a new private school can feel like you're learning a new language - everyone seems to know the words and customs except you. i remember feeling so out of place during my first semester, constantly second-guessing myself and wondering if i was "doing it right." that feeling of being an outsider would hit me hardest during school traditions or inside jokes that everyone else seemed to understand instinctively. i spent countless nights journaling about feeling like i was watching my school life through a window, wondering when i would finally feel like i belonged. but here's what i learned: that feeling of being an outsider is actually your superpower. you have fresh eyes to see things differently, and that perspective is valuable. you notice things that others have become blind to, and you bring new energy to old traditions. your unique viewpoint can actually help breathe new life into established social circles and activities.

the most important thing i wish someone had told me is that it's okay to take your time finding your place. private schools often have students who've been together since kindergarten, and it can feel impossible to break into those established circles. but here's the truth - while everyone else is trying to maintain their image and social position, you have the freedom to be authentically yourself from day one. you don't have to carry the weight of years of expectations or predetermined roles. focus on building genuine connections rather than strategic ones. keep your grades up, but don't let academic pressure steal your joy. document your journey - take photos, keep a journal, save little mementos. these will become precious reminders of your growth. remember that every single person who seems perfectly adjusted now once stood exactly where you are, feeling exactly what you're feeling. and most importantly, remember that the version of you that walks into that school on day one isn't the same version that will emerge at the end of the year - and that's exactly how it should be. you're not just adapting to a new school; you're growing into a newer, stronger version of yourself. embrace this transformation with open arms.

sending you the warmest hugs and all my support! feel free to message me anytime for more specific advice or just to chat about your journey 🤍

mindy x

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