#Recently I pondered the question 'who do I write for? Who do I make my arts for?'

[silverquillsideas]

Maybe my writing is totally shit. Maybe it's boring and repetitive. Maybe nobody cares.

But do I care about these characters? Do I care enough to write about them? To tell their story?

Yes. I do.

So I'll continue to write.

Because if I don't tell their story, then who will?

[hannieehaee]

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: being besties with two of the most popular idols in korea always came with a few rumors here and there, but what happened when one of your platonic besties suddenly started acting a little friendlier than usual? or worse, what happened when they both turned their affections to you?

content: idol!au, hybeidol!reader x idol!mingyu, hybeidol!reader x idol!jungkook, 97liner!reader, friends2lovers, not mingyu x jk (they just share u like all besties would<3), not that much plot, afab reader, smut, oral (f and m receiving), body worship, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 1.3k (teaser); 8.2k (full fic)

release date: april 27th

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a/n: decided to write a little surprise fic!! ive been getting into bts lately and so this was born<3

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"Do you think the company would get mad if we did a live together right now?", Jungkook pondered out loud as the three of you sat on different pieces of furniture around his large living room.

"Yeah."

"They didn't seem to mind when Jungkook and I did it that one time," disagreed Mingyu.

"Yeah, but I'm the girl. I'm the one who wakes up to new dating rumors every time we hang out publicly."

"Yeah, but people must know we're just friends by now, right? It's been years."

That much was true.

You weren't sure of the exact date, but your friendship with both boys predated the overall international success of Kpop as of recent years. When you had met both boys, they had barely battled their way through puberty – though you weren't faring any better.

The media enjoyed making the three of you a subject, knowing that you were evidently the closest out of all members of the popular 97s friend group. Being the only girl integrant, it was common for people to have the misconception that you were romantically involved with either Mingyu or Jungkook, seeing as you were often spotted in public with them.

You'd gotten used to the rumors and hate that came attached to being their friend, now usually leaving those things in the back burner rather than letting them bother you. By now, the three of you were a bit more careless about being seen together. Being seniors in the industry, those things didn't matter much to you anymore, but being seen inside Jungkook's house would surely stir up the worst rumors to date, so going live with him was entirely out of the question.

It did bother you sometimes; the double standard. While Jungkook and Mingyu could even interact in public or mention each other freely, any time you did so you were met with hate from either fandom, sometimes even your own. It also made you worry about your future. Could you ever be in a relationship without facing the brunt of all the hate that would come your way? At 26 years of age, it was a frustrating reality to think about.

Jungkook got up at some point to go fetch some more bottles of soju. Apparently the seven bottles the three of you had drank collectively weren't enough for the large men you were drinking with.

While Jungkook was gone, Mingyu got up from his seat on the couch opposite to you and took a seat down next to you, invading your personal space like he usually did.

"Worrying your pretty little head about something?", asked Mingyu as he leaned over you, taking the occasional sip from his drink.

"It's nothing."

"C'mon, what's up?", his hand ran up and down your arm in a soothing manner.

Invading your space and being overly touchy usually meant that he was tipsy. But to be fair, you were a bit tipsy too.

"Do you ever think about dating?"

"Who? You?", he chuckled.

"No, dumbass. I mean in general."

He seemed to sober up a little at the mention of the subject, straightening up a bit as he sat sideways on the couch so he could look at you fully.

"What's got you thinking about that?"

"I don't know ... I'm 26 now. Isn't it time I started settling down? Have someone filling up the other half of the bed," you pondered, feeling a bit pathetic as you did so.

Mingyu let out a quiet sound of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head leaning to the side in question.

"Isn't that what me and Jungkook are for?"

Not taking him seriously, you chuckled and took a swing of your almost empty bottle of soju.

"I'm serious, Mingyu. I mean a romantic relationship, where, you know, it's just us and we do couple things and we settle down and all that stuff."

"What can you do with some guy that you couldn't do with us?", he grabbed both your drinks and set them on the table.

Suddenly, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious, which confused you.

Where the hell was Jungkook with those drinks?

"I- Are you serious? Do you need me to tell you?"

"Yeah, I mean, why would you need to look for some guy if you have us?"

Oh. He was serious.

"Because we're friends?," you were beyond confused, "I can't go out with you romantically, or move in with you, or," you gulped, "or sleep with you."

"You can't?", he scoot closer to you.

"Mingyu ..."

"I just mean ... Why would you go after some loser when we can just take care of you?", his hand went back to touching you, though this time it ran up and down your thigh rather than your arm. That false semblance of innocence was gone, "You want someone to keep your bed warm? You don't even have to ask ... I'll do it- we'll do it."

Through his short speech, he got closer and closer, just as the air in the room got heavier. The atmosphere itself shifted dramatically, specially with Mingyu so close to you.

Mingyu was the touchiest man you'd ever known. Being his best friend, you had fallen victim to his touchy demeanor endless times, but never like this. Never while his eyes were hooded and heavy with some emotion you'd never seen in them before.

"Gyu, I-"

"Can I show you?", he rasped, eyes now on your lips.

"Y-you're drunk," you were sure that must've been it. The combination between drinking and talking about dating must've short circuited his brain.

"Just tipsy ... Tipsy enough to get the balls to tell you how much I want you ... but lucid enough to remember how many times I've thought about this."

The hands on your thighs moved to your waist, closing in on you, slowly pulling you toward him. By the end of it, you were halfway sitting on his lap.

"You've thought about this?"

Your nervous hands went to his shoulders for support, easily giving in to him.

"So many times. Jungkook too," he chuckled as he began burying his head in your neck, lips ghosting the sensitive skin.

Lacking any control of your body, you repositioned yourself to allow him better access to you, now fully on his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, arms wrapped fully around you and face buried in your neck.

"Gyu, I-"

"Yeah? Is this okay? Is it okay if I kiss your neck like this? This is what you wanted, right? Someone to take care of you?", he mumbled as he made his way to your ear with breathy kisses.

You were burning up, completely powerless to Mingyu. It was kind of embarrassing how easily you gave in to him. How you had been entirely unaware of his want for you until five minutes ago, yet you were now pliant in his hold, willing to listen to his senseless argument about him and Jungkook being good replacement for a relationship. You also had that to think about – the Jungkook aspect of it all.

The reminder of Jungkook's presence woke you up a bit, remembering that you were literally sitting on your best friend's lap while in your other best friend's living room.

With half a mind to let Mingyu do whatever he wanted to do with you, you powered your way through your decision to pull him away from your neck.

"Gyu, wait. Kook could get here any minute-"

"Don't stop on my account. Seemed like you were having fun without me."

Your head snapped to the door at the introduction of the raspy voice of your best friend, finding said friend leaning against the doorframe with a few drinks in one hand and a few ramen cups stacked on the other.

"Jungkook-"

"So, can someone catch me up?", he got closer, dropping off all the food he was carrying on the table and sitting next to you on the couch.

...

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[hysteria-things]

hi! i recently found your account, and i js wanna say omg ur so talented, like ur fr my new fav writer. could u maybe write something about a virgin reader, whos only ever fingered herself, and so when matt (or chris but im a matt girl and im being self indulgent about this), and she squirts, and is super embarrassed about it and he comforts her about it? u dont have to, but idk i js think u could do this idea rlly well:)

FIRST TIME

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!matt x virgin!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and matt have been together for quite sometime, but never had sex. he knows you’re a virgin and he’s so patient with you, but now you think you’re ready

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT but fluff!, making out, mini panic attack, praising, p in v, squirting

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,066

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: for anon and @mattsleftnipple03

these were pretty much the same so i combined them! hope you like :)

thank you and love you guys🫶

the pen in your hand scribbles on the piece of paper in front of you as you ponder. you’re in art class and your best friend sits across from you at the big table.

art class is basically a free period because let’s face it, you guys don’t do anything except gossip and draw for fun.

you’ve been asking your friend a series of questions about what losing your virginity is like since she has experience. the only experience you’ve ever gotten was your fingers, and to be honest, it gets old after a while.

you’re not embarrassed about being a senior in high school and still a virgin, but your boyfriend who graduated last year lost his with his ex a while back. you guys have talked about having sex for the first time for quite some time, but you were never ready.

no words can describe how grateful you are for matt. he’s been super patient and understanding with you.

but now, you think you’re ready.

“is there a reason you are asking me these questions?” your best friend asks, raising a brow.

you shrug, your hand still having a mind of its own with the pen. “i’m thinking about going all the way with matt.”

she smiles, genuinely looking happy for you. “oh my god! when?”

“i told him i plan on this weekend.”

“that’s so exciting!”

“yeah, but,” you pause to take a deep breath. “i feel nervous.”

she reaches over to stop your drawing hand. “it’s totally normal to feel nervous. matt’s such a sweet guy. i’m sure if you feel the slightest bit of discomfort, he’ll stop immediately.”

you smile at the mention of your boyfriend. she’s not wrong. matt will do anything to make you feel comfortable. he’s not one to force anything on someone. “you’re right.”

she gives your hand a light squeeze. “let me know how it goes.” she winks just as the bell rings for dismissal.

the rain outside is pattering on the window, you and matt cuddling comfortably on his bed. you guys just woke up from the best nap of your life.

you nibble on the inside of your mouth. “matt?”

“hm?” he hums, picking up his head that was resting on your chest.

“i want to do it.”

he beams at you. “positive?”

you bite your lip in excitement and nod. matt lifts himself to get more serious. “don’t be afraid to tell me to stop, okay?”

“i know,” you reply. he leans in and kisses you passionately with a hint of hunger. he breaks the kiss to take off his and your shirt but goes back at it to unclip your bra.

the skin-to-skin contact felt warm and comforting, but your anxiety is starting to take over.

you try to brush it off until matt reaches for your pants. yanking his hands away, you cover your top half with the comforter as you feel tears start to form.

matt freezes, a hint of guilt on his face. you try your best to take as many deep breaths as possible. “i’m so sorry, y/n.”

he carefully places his hand on your arm and rubs soothingly to calm you down. “n-no it’s not you.” you take three deep breaths before continuing. “it’s silly. the thought of a penis about to be inside of me freaks me out.”

you chuckle along with him, the humor helping you relax. “we don’t have—”

“i want to.” you say truthfully. “i just need a second.”

he goes through different breathing techniques with you until you calm down from your mini panic attack. he asks if you're okay at least a hundred times before you shut him up by kissing him again.

he hesitates with your pants not wanting to trigger you again, but after a beat, he pulls them down with your underwear.

his pajama pants soon end up on the floor with the rest of your clothes. he comes under the blanket with you and pecks you on the temple, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. “so proud of you.” he starts, making you blush. “you ready?”

you give him the okay, and he slowly starts pushing into you. the stretch makes you cringe and hiss, causing him to halt. “hurts?”

you shake your head. “pressure… keep going.”

dampening your lips by licking them, he continues to move. his eyes are dead set on your face to sense any discomfort. you let out a ‘mmph’ when he’s all the way in.

when he doesn’t see any bad signs, he starts moving his hips. you moan softly, the pain turning into pleasure.

“you can go faster,” you whisper, and he does. your nails leave crescent marks on his shoulders as he peppers kisses on your chest, neck, and face.

you squeeze your eyes closed, the softest of sounds leaving your lips. then, your legs twitch, and a watery liquid squirts out of you. your eyes widen, and matt stops the second he notices. “what’s wrong? need me to stop?”

“no. i think i…” your cheeks burn, too embarrassed to admit what you’re thinking.

“that’s okay. it’s completely natural.” he reassures, grabbing one of your hands to interlock with his above your head. “you’re doing so well, y/n. so fucking proud of you.”

he continues to rock his hips, this time pulling out more and thrusting back in a smidge harder. “oh.” you moan, arching your back when he starts hitting a certain spot. “oh shit, matt. just like that.”

he tries his best not to pick up speed to scare you, so instead he keeps the rhythm you’re comfortable with. he grunts, taking the hand that’s not holding yours and placing it on your hip.

the grip you have on his hand tightens, indicating that you’re close when his tip keeps abusing your g-spot.

you whimper, your legs starting to quiver from pleasure. “i’m close.”

“cum, baby. you’re doing such a good job.”

you sigh of relief when your cum slowly starts to ooze around him. matt’s right there with you with just a few more thrusts before spilling into the condom.

the feeling of him pulling out of you makes you wince, but then you two giggle. “i did it!” you say proudly, holding up your hand to give him a high five.

he laughs. “damn right you did.” he takes your high five, followed by a handhold.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72

[just-wrting]

Secret Admirer

Title: Secret Admirer

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: You've been trying to figure out who keeps leaving you little notes and gifts. Despite everyone else knowing, you keep denying the obvious answer.

Word Count: 1721

Master List

A/N: This will probably be the only thing I write for Reid. I'm not super into him but when the List Randomizer spat out secret admirer I weirdly thought of him. I plan on trying to write a bunch of different characters from a bunch of different fandoms. Just whoever pops into my head I guess. Two will probably be posted Friday.

You aren’t sure when you noticed it. Maybe it was the fact that your desk was always clean. Maybe it was the little extra things that started to appear. Slowly but surely, you realized you had someone who was leaving you gifts and notes. You had a secret admirer.

Despite your efforts, no one on the team would say anything. For several weeks, you pressed the issue with the other BAU members, yet no one cracked. In fact, you were teased about being unable to figure it out. How could a member of the BAU not figure out their mystery admirer?

“Come on Garcia! I know you know. You have to tell me,” you plead with the tech genius. “You’ve literally been avoiding me. I know you know.”

She lets out a squeak before running to the safety of her lair. Morgan is giving you a smirk and shaking his head. Despite your scowl, he chooses to tease you.

“Come on, (L/N), can’t you figure it out? Who could be this mystery man leaving you gifts and fancy letters?” He laughs as he pokes the latest gift, a small stuffed version of your favorite animal.

“Hey, leave my new son out of this. What did he ever do to you?” you grumble, pulling it closer to you. “I didn’t even realize someone remembered such a little detail.”

“Maybe that means it’s been a long time crush.”

At that moment, Reid sets his bag down and takes a seat at his desk. You think you see Morgan’s grin get wider, but it’s hard to tell given how wide his smile usually is. It’s a picture perfect smile.

“That’s a relatively cute stuffed animal. I’ve actually been reading up on that one recently if you’d like to know more,” he offers. “Only if you’re interested of course.”

Reid gives you his charming boyish smile. It goes well with demeanor and you can’t help but find it cute.

“As long as you’re willing to leave out the creepy facts. I don’t even remember telling anyone my favorite animal,” you say with a smile. “Who would remember such a little detail?”

Morgan chimes back in, “Maybe someone with a perfect memory. Like what the kid has.”

You sigh. “Reid seems to like highly intelligent women with PhDs. I may be smart, but I’m not smart enough.”

Before anyone can protest, Hotch calls you all to the conference room for a case. While you’re sure Reid is nice enough to help whoever has a crush on you, you doubt you’d be his type. Maybe Reid is the perfect person to question about the mystery man.

—-

“Reid, (L/N), you two stay here and look through the papers,” Hotch orders before leaving the precinct.

You frown. What’s the point of having you here? Reid can read faster than you can. It’s almost like you’re just here for moral support in case he gets tired.

“Well now I feel useless,” you groan. “What am I even supposed to do?”

Reid doesn’t look up as he speaks. “Maybe today you’re our mascot. After all, mascots are supposed to be cute.”

You roll your eyes and try not to laugh. “Not all mascots are cute. Recognizable is definitely more important than cute. Besides, am I really that cute?

“I meant to say that compared to Morgan, you’re cute.” Reid buries his head further into the papers.

You ponder for a moment. “Well, you’ve got some charm. Morgan has the charm of he’s good with women so that’s why he gets hit on. Hotch is mature and a leader so that’s why women are into him. You’re cute though. You’ve got this soft sort of shyness that makes you adorable.”

You don’t catch Reid’s reply. His face is completely hidden behind various files. Maybe he’s just embarrassed, given that he’s always been a bit bad with taking compliments. That doesn’t stop you from thinking that it’s adorable.

“Speaking of your charms. I like the fact that you’ve got a good memory. You wouldn’t happen to know who’s got a crush on me, would you?”

He doesn’t look up. “I can pass along a message if you’d like.”

“Well then, I suppose you should tell this guy to ask me out. I can say for certain that if he’s this considerate, that he’s already got my interest.”

“I’ll do that,” he mumbles before handing you a file. “Take a look at this. I think I’ve found what we’ve been missing.”

—-

You peer into the lecture hall. It took some convincing, but you have successfully dragged J.J. to one of Lewis’ classes. You gesture vaguely into the room.

“See! That’s what normal Reid is. Dorky jokes, random facts, and the rambling on for ages is what makes him Reid. That’s not what he’s like around me anymore,” you hiss.

She makes a face and shakes her head. “So you have a different Reid? I don’t think he’s been replaced (L/N). Maybe you’re thinking about it too hard.”

You scoff. “No I’m not. Reid just seems so nervous around me. Did I do something? He barely looks at me anymore.”

With a shrug, she leads you away. “Have you tried asking him?”

You toss your empty coffee cup in a trash can. Part of you wants to throw up your hands and be done. Why is everyone treating this like it’s normal? No one is giving you any answers.

“Of course I have J.J. It would be weirder if I hadn’t. He clearly knows something about this secret admirer of mine, but won’t tell.”

J.J. pats your arm comfortingly. “Maybe it’s because he’s your secret admirer. Perhaps you need to ask him out.”

“Yeah sure. I’ll ask him out once I have the evidence that he’s the person leaving me these gifts.”

J.J. raises her eyebrows as she drinks from her coffee. Her face says she has other thoughts, but she won’t press the matter further. Your gut tells you to trust her, but you’d rather not make a fool of yourself. Sure, she knows Reid better than you do, but Reid can be difficult to read.

—-

After reading the latest note, you search your desk for your stapler. You’ve been stapling the date and time to each note before tucking it in your desk. However, it’s missing.

You let out a groan. This isn’t the first time it’s been in the wrong spot, and you’re sick of it. You opt to beg Garcia to look at the camera footage to see who’s been using it.

“Hey Garcia? Can you please pull up the footage of my desk this morning? Someone’s been using my stapler, and today they stole it,” you grumble with a scowl. “Whoever took it is going to get some very strong words.”

As she speeds through the footage, you watch the people who got there before you. At first, you see Reid pause at your desk and fiddle with something. You note that he’s the only person in the office at the time, but after he pulls away, you see your stapler still on the desk.

The next person to stop at your desk is Morgan. He pulls your stapler off your desk and staples his paperwork together as he heads to Hotch’s office. He never sets it back on your desk.

“Garcia? Can you please get my stapler from that idiot?”

She laughs. “Has he been using your stapler this whole time? He said there wasn’t any more in the supply room.”

You shake your head. “You like him so much, you can retrieve my stolen goods from him.”

Garcia nods. “I’m on it. You can count on me.”

You leave her to her planning. You don’t comment on the fact that Reid had been at your desk. If you ask her about it, she’ll just  leave you alone to go get your stapler. This is enough evidence for you though. It’s time to confront Reid.

Thankfully, he’s made his way to the conference room to look for something. You sneak in behind him and stand between him and the door.

“So, what did you need from my desk this morning?”

You watch him jump and spin around. He looks shocked, but quickly covers it up.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, (L/N).”

You frown. “I found out my stapler was missing. Garcia showed me the footage and before it went missing, you were at my desk. What did you do?”

Reid opens and closes his mouth a few times. He doesn’t look at you. His hands keep fiddling with whatever he’s holding.

“Forget about it, I’m sure there was just some trash leftover that you cleaned up.”

He swallows hard. “Yeah. I didn’t want you to have to worry about it.”

You give him a smile. “Thanks. Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something else. The others seem to think I’m just talking myself out of it, but I think I can't put it off any longer.”

You make your way towards him, your smile still plastered on your face. You can tell he’s even more nervous now.

“Reid, are you my secret admirer?”

This time, Reid looks you in the eyes. You hear his breath hitch in his throat.

“What if I am?”

You’re a bit taken aback. Despite the determination you had walking into this, you aren’t sure what to say.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Your voice is a whisper now. It feels like some sort of dream. It’s almost like if you talk too loud, this whole thing will shatter and you’ll be left in pieces.

“I didn’t think you’d like me back. Your type just didn’t seem to include me.”

Reid hesitantly pushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“You’re more my type than you realize.”

“Then do you want to get dinner tonight?”

Now you’re the one who's acting nervous. Your palms are sweaty. It’s more difficult to breathe. You can’t help but bite your lip.

“I’d like that. If you’re willing to get dinner with me.”

Reid leans down, and gives you a quick kiss. It barely lasts a second, but you can feel your skin heat up. When he pulls away, he stays close.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

[alia-schlatt]

Moustache || Ted Nivison || Pt1

In which a streamer gets embarrassed after fan girling over Ted with a mustache.

a/n: my first time writing a Ted fic because, quite honestly, moustache Ted has been on my mind the entire morning. Also, I'm using both spellings because I can't figure out which one I like better.

As always story under cut!!

ChiliAloe: If you could date any YouTuber, who would it be?

I see the message in chat and read it aloud. My sister and I were doing a get to know us stream as we did every second month for our YouTube channel.

"That's a good question." My sister ponders for a second. "Personally, if I could choose anyone, it would probably be markiplier. But I've met his girlfriend, Amy, and she's the sweetest person on earth, so I'd never actually go for him." My sister says before asking me the question.

I think for a second, "while I'll be honest, I actually went down a bit of a rabbit hole recently after watching a Youtubers almost two hour long video on the Barbie movies." I laugh. "So because of that, I'd have to say Ted Nivison, under one condition"

My sister rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what I'm going to say. "His mustache?"

"His Moustache! That man is good-looking as is, but lord- him with a mustache?" I put my hand over my face, trying to hide my blush. "A man with a Moustache has always been a weakness of mine. And hey, what can I say? He pulls it off extremely well" I shrug.

My sister shakes her head. "Don't let her fool you. Last week, she literally cried over the fact that he keeps shaving and doesn't let the Mustache grow"

"In my defense, I was ovulating," I joke, and she starts laughing at me.

I look at the chat for a second before my entire life flashes before my eyes.

TedNivison: Starting to think I should regrow the mustache.

I start hitting my sister's arm, trying to grab her attention. "Okay, okay, geez, what are you-" her jaw drops, seeing the message before laughing. At the same time, everyone in chat started spamming

HI TED!

I cover my face in my hands, embarrassed. "Ted, I am so sorry, I never would have thought you'd be watching us. I-I don't regret what I said. You are good looking just- gah." I give up rambling just continuing to hide my face. "I'm sorry," I say, looking at myself on the monitor red as a tomato.

"Let's just move on before you make even more of a fool of yourself," my sister says, and I nod "please"

Half an hour later, we end stream, and my sister offers to make hot chocolate for us. I say thanks as she walks out of our home office. I pick up my phone scrolling through my notifications. One catches my eye.

tednivison has followed you back

Followed by another one;

tednivison and 135 others have requested to message you.

My heart skips a beat, and I internally cringe into myself.

I open his message and am greeted by a goofy photo of him staring right at the screen. A small strand of hair fallen across his face.

I heard you have a thing for guys with mustaches?

a/n: Like I said, first time writing a Ted fic, and I'm quite happy with it!

Have a lovely day further everyone💗

[gtgbabie0]

hiii, so i have a request, i keep thinking about how hard it was for spencer reid in high school and growing up cause he didn’t have any friends and the only person he could rely on was his mom who wasn’t very stable😭so i wanted a fic where the reader and spencer a best friends but he’s in love with her and it’s in the first seasons, and the reader just kind of brings up how brave he is and comforts him and he’s just overwhelmed because no one actually paid attention to that and confesses to her and they kiss and stuff<33 btw i love your work and how you write🫶🏻

-Spencer Reid x Reader

{Friends to lovers with Spencer}

Sorry, this took forever my love! College has been keeping me very busy. This request made me so soft pls I love him sm!! I hope you enjoy lovelies! 💕

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It is late into the night when Spencer calls you, the thought of staying home alone is far too daunting for him to handle tonight and without a single complaint, you pack a small bag together and drive to his apartment.

Spencer still, after all these years of friendship can’t believe you always come all the way over to his place just for him, without expecting anything in return. You can tell by the look that paints his face when he opens the door, just how he’s taken back he is as you offer him a warm smile.

“I’m sorry I- I just. I couldn’t do it” he tries to explain, as if he needs to justify his reason for calling you. He struggles to find the right words to perfectly describe how he’s feeling right now, the odd ache that captures his chest entirely, a feeling that seeps into his bones and leaves him unsettled.

He closes the door behind you, locking it, as you drop your bag on the wooden floor next to his shoes, “It’s okay Spence, honestly. I don’t mind you know that” You smile at him, a sweet sight that melts his heart.

You’ve always been so kind to him something that Spencer didn’t think was reserved for him, for whatever reason. He was used to it and as horrible as that sounds it’s the truth. He’s used to people's unkind opinions about him, how they always seem to nitpick at his insecurities. That was his life growing up, especially in school.

Then he met you, incredible, beautiful you who left him star-struck. Spencer wasn’t used to having someone like you in his life, someone who always seemed to put him first and cared about him with this unconditional affection, and it often led him to feel as if it were some kind of joke that he wasn’t in on.

However, he quickly learned that that was far from the truth. It was the first night he opened up about his mother and in return you gave him your shoulder to cry on without any kind of judgement, Spencer practically felt all his walls crumble and in their wake came a warmth he hadn’t felt in a very long time. It was safety, you made him feel safe.

You look over at him noticing the way his eyes glisten with tears and you can’t help the blocky feeling that wedges itself in the back of your throat, you open your arms out to him, an offer he wouldn’t ever turn down.

Spencer wraps his arms around you tightly as if you might disappear into thin air. He lets his head fall upon your shoulder, a deep sigh escaping him as your hands soothe against his back. You’ve always had a way of making him feel completely at peace, despite the seemingly permanent stress cloud that hangs above him recently.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You whisper as he sniffles against you, his shoulders shake beneath your hold ever so slightly and it causes a sudden pain to seize your heart, the type that has your chest tightening.

He takes a moment to ponder your question, “Maybe later? I just- it’s been a long week” he mumbles against your shoulder and in return you whisper a small ‘okay’ and Spencer sighs with relief, forever thankful for your patience.

The pair of you soon find yourselves sitting on his loveseat, empty take-out boxes sitting on the coffee table as Spencer is completely engrossed with the way you colour in your colouring book, in all honesty, Spencer could study you for hours and never find himself bored.

“It looks really good” he comments with a hushed tone as he closes the book he was reading, although he hadn’t even finished the first sentence let alone the chapter, far too enchanted by how you add vitality to the once colourless page, bringing the drawing of the Dolphins to life.

You look up at him with a bright smile through very tired eyes, “Thank you, Spence. Dolphins really are beautiful creatures” you state and he hums in agreement as you continue to shade them with a darker blue, a small yawn escaping you.

A certain peace blankets over the pair of you and it’s as if nothing outside of his apartment matters. The clarity allows Spencer's mind to drift, thinking about what it would be like to be with you, to come home to you, sleep next to you. He wonders if you’ll stay even though the nights where he all does is toss and turn if you’ll keep the nightmares at bay. He loses himself in what life would be like with you, a recurring thought.

“Penny for your thoughts sir?” You giggle, noticing the way he seems so deep in thought.

He clears his throat, racking his brain for a fact about dolphins but it’s hard when he’s so focused on you, “Oh umm-” he frowns before finally, the words began to fall effortlessly from his lips.

“Did you know, Dolphins have more brain capacity than humans, Their brains weigh 1600 grams to our 1300 grams. Dolphin brains also have a complex neocortex, which is the part of the brain that allows you to be self-aware and solve problems.” He lists off as if it were as easy as breathing and to Spencer it is.

He watches with pride blooming through his chest as your eyebrows lift with shock, “I actually didn’t know that, I suppose they don’t have anything on your IQ of 187 though” You smile, putting away your colouring book as you rub at your sleepy eyes.

“That and I guess it has something to do with me being human” he chuckles, helping you put away all of your many felt tips.

Spencer looks over at the clock, guilt immediately seeping into his heart. It’s gone past twelve am and he knows you have work tomorrow, it was selfish of him to ruin your sleep schedule just because he had a bad day, and just like that, he finds himself deep within his own self-sabotage.

It’s almost annoying how quickly you pick up on it, “You are just human Spencer, I think you forget that sometimes” You smile kindly at him, reaching for his hand and his breath hitches slightly at the sudden warmth.

“I’m sorry for keeping you so long” he whispers, fiddling with the loose thread of his sweater, “You’ve got work tomorrow and I kept you here I just-” You don’t give him time to continue, knowing it’ll just end up with him talking poorly about himself.

“-Spencer, I can just call in sick but that’s not the point, I’m here because you needed me and I’ll be here for however long you want,” you tell him, squeezing his hand slightly as you brush your thumb over his knuckles.

He doesn’t know what to say or do, his mind rushes with so many words he wants to say, yet all of them seem to be stuck in a ball in the back of his throat.

“What- what if I- what if I need you forever?” He whispers, eyes not daring to glance at yours the fear of rejection still captures him even if he knows that you would go to the ends of the world for him.

“Then I’ll be here forever silly,” you tell him, inching closer to him.

Spencer thinks his heart might just burst out of his chest, years of emotions building up inside him and despite everything he’s seen and been through this might just be the scariest feeling he’s ever felt.

“What is it?” You whisper, and he looks at you with so much emotion in his eyes it’s hard for you to read.

“I’m scared” his voice quivers as he bites back the tears that cling to his eyes, rubbing them away before they have time to fall, “What if I can’t do this?”

It's the truth he's terrified of loving you for so many reasons, he could sit there for hours listing them off, but they all seem to boil down to the thought of losing you, his solace in the crazy world.

Your eyebrows thread together as you move closer to him, you don’t really know what he means.

“Spencer Reid, you are the bravest person I know. I mean you’ve been through so much Spence and despite that, you’re still so selfless” you tell him, wiping away his tears with your sleeve.

Spencer knows he loves you, he’s known for a very long time, and now sitting here with you as you pour your heart out his feelings only triple. You're so close he can sense your body heat radiating off of you, and with the sudden closeness comes that all too familiar sickly feeling that spreads through his chest.

“Whatever it is you’re scared to do, I’ll be here through it all”

You smile when he finally looks up at you, forehead resting against your own as both your hearts pick up in pace. The butterflies in his stomach are all too prominent because, goodness you're so close to him, and he can feel your gentle breath fanning along his cheek.

His nose brushes against yours as you press your lips to his own, his tears wetting your own face, completely overcome with emotions as he leans into you chasing after your warmth as he kisses you back, something that surprisingly comes so easy to him.

“I love you in ways that terrify me” he whispers against you as you brush his hair away from his eyes, “I’ve loved you for a very long time” he confesses with a shaky sigh.

“Spencer-” you can’t help but let out a breathy giggle, “I love you too” and it doesn’t take long for you to kiss him again, excitement snuffing out the doubt in his mind. You both smile against each other's lips, the kiss breaking as you do so.

His heart has never felt so full before, content as you rest against him. Just as it should be.

“Can I ask you something?” You wonder, sitting up slightly as he nods with a small ‘Anything’

“How long?” You chuckle when he blushes, his cheeks adorned with a deep red colour.

“Longer than I care to admit” he whispers clearing his throat.

“So- how long is that?” Ah yes, you and your persistence.

“Since we were seventeen” he whispers so quietly that you can barely even hear him, and if you weren’t sitting so close you don’t think you would have heard him.

“Seventeen?” You ask as he nods, solidifying his answer and, if he’s completely honest, he doesn’t want to know your answer but yet that doesn’t stop him from asking, ‘What about you?’

You feel your face heat up dropping your head to his shoulder as you mumble a quiet, ‘Fourteen’ Your answer confuses him as he tilts his head slightly to try and look at you.

“Fourteen? We didn’t even know ea-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as you run off into the bathroom excusing yourself as he holds back a chuckle.

He decides to let it go for now, you can’t exactly hide in the bathroom forever and he knows he’s got a long time to talk to you about it so for now he’ll bask in this prideful feeling, knowing he’s been the one to hold your heart for years and many more to come.

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[heliads]

sorry to send in two requests but if you've got the time Luke Patterson x reader where she is his tutor for English or something and he develops a crush, so even when he understands the stuff she's teaching him he pretends to be confused so that the tutoring sessions last longer. And then one day he gets a good grade and she's proud of him but that means the sessions are over so he builds up the courage to ask her out? You can put this at the bottom of the list or not even write it because I know how swamped your requests get, but ily.

do not apologize for two requests!! my blog exists for you!! and jatp s2 may be dead but my feelings for that show are not. xoxo

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Luke Patterson is currently fighting a one-man war against his English class, and he is losing. Badly. This was not supposed to be his problem class, he was thinking the biggest struggle would be math or science, but surprise surprise, there’s no such thing as a class you can just skate through. He tried to skate through English. He tried really, really hard, but instead of Spark Notes-ing his way through whatever classic book they threw his way, Luke’s staring at a bright red D on his latest essay.

This would happen to be the most recent essay they were assigned, the one Luke pushed off until the last minute because he was too invested in getting some good songs down on paper. He hadn’t meant to procrastinate, he never does, it’s just that whenever Luke had a spare hour or two, it’s always far more tempting to head out to the studio and mess around with some chord progressions than to do homework.

This essay had gone just like all the other ones so far this year. The book had been assigned, the essay followed not soon after, and Luke told himself that he was going to start it on time for a change. The only problem was that he came home late that day after a shift at his job, so he couldn’t start it that day, and then he was studying for a test the next day, and after that he was working on songs. Before he knew it, it was the night before and he was speed writing to get everything down in time. Luke doesn’t even think he had time to proofread before turning in that mess.

So yeah, he shouldn’t really be surprised about this grade in particular. Still, he isn’t pleased about it. He doesn’t want to see the look on his parents’ face when he dodges another question about his grades, nor listen to all the other kids in his class talk about how easy that essay prompt was. Everything just makes him feel worse.

And, if Luke’s day couldn’t get any better, his English teacher pulls him aside after class to talk about it.

“I noticed your last few assignments haven’t been going as expected,” she says sympathetically, “is there anything you want to tell me about that?”

There’s a lot Luke wants to tell her, such as the fact that this class is dry as a saltine and twice as bland. They’ve spent the last few classes just going over social hierarchies around the time when the book was written, talk about boring. If Luke wanted to study history, he’d read a textbook.

He can’t say all that without damaging his final grade even more, though, so Luke plasters on a grin and does his best impression of an earnest student who’s just had a bad string of luck. “Not really, I’ve just been so busy recently that I didn’t have enough time to really ponder the prompt, you know?”

Usually, this is Luke’s best strategy for getting out of these kinds of nonsense conferences. He’ll whip out a few key words like ‘time commitments’ and whatnot and his teachers will fall for it every time.

He might have done this too often, though, because his teacher just nods and refuses to let him go. “That makes sense to me. Do you think it would help to spend a little more time exploring the prompt or connecting the book to the essay topics?”

“Sure,” Luke says vaguely. He’s only half paying attention; he just saw Reggie outside the door mouthing the words what did you do?? as dramatically as he could.

The teacher looks pleased by this. “That’s what I thought. I’ve gone ahead and signed you up for some tutoring sessions, you’ll start this afternoon after school.”

Luke blinks. “Wait, what?” Clearly, he hasn’t been paying attention nearly enough. Since when was tutoring on the table?

The teacher spreads her hands. “You need a little more help and organization to stay on track. Tutoring is the perfect answer to this.”

“Is it?” Luke asks feebly.

“Absolutely,” the teacher decides, and that’s that. Luke tries to wheedle his way out of it through repetition of how busy he is, like, all the time, but it doesn’t matter. She’s caught him in a half-lie and there’s nothing he can do to avoid it.

Reggie’s waiting for Luke outside the door when he finally leaves. “What happened in there?”

“Pure misery,” Luke groans, and contemplates giving himself a concussion by ‘accidentally’ falling down the stairs so he can go home without having to go to tutoring.

Unfortunately, Reggie enlists Alex in keeping Luke free of head trauma, and so he finds himself in an empty classroom later that afternoon, mournfully watching all of the other students leave the school with no doubt wonderful plans awaiting them.

Luke’s just starting to wonder if his tutor isn’t going to show up after all (after fifteen minutes, he’s legally allowed to leave, right) when someone slides into the seat in front of him.

“Sorry about being late,” they gasp, “I just found out I was doing this like ten minutes ago.”

Luke breaks his desolate stare out the window to glance at his tutor and instantly, he feels the crushing weight of shame bear down on him tenfold. It would have been one thing to have a total stranger be his tutor, someone Luke could avoid looking at in the hallways and never speak to again, but he knows this girl. More importantly, he’s thought she was cute for at least the last four years.

This is the worst case scenario, then. Y/N L/N is smart, she’s pretty, and judging by the fact that Luke always sees her in a group of friends laughing at her jokes, she’s funny, too. Definitely someone Luke would want to impress through gigs or shows instead of, say, his crumbling English grades.

“I’m Y/N,” she says, and Luke realizes that she’s probably been waiting for him to say something. Great, he can’t even introduce himself properly.

“Luke,” he answers, “but you probably knew that already.”

Y/N laughs, and judging by the slightly manic tone behind it, she’s just about as composed about the whole thing as he is. That makes him settle slightly in his chair, lowering his guard. “I was told that I would be tutoring you when I was trying to leave class. Ms. Brown pulled me aside when the bell rang and told me about it.”

“That makes two of us,” Luke grumbles.

The corners of Y/N’s lips quirk up before she manages to tamp them down again, and if Luke weren’t totally out of his mind, he might even say that Y/N has the same attitude towards their English teacher as he does. That would certainly make this whole tutoring experience a lot more interesting.

“So,” she says, clearing her throat in an attempt to sound official, “you wanted to talk about essay pointers, right?”

Luke starts to say something about how he didn’t want any of this, actually, but Y/N arches a brow and he relents. “Yeah, essay stuff. The last one didn’t go over too hot.”

Y/N tilts her head to the side, contemplating this. “Did you agree with her grading?”

“Yeah,” Luke admits, “she wasn’t wrong to mark me down, I kind of did it the night before in one sitting.”

Y/N frowns. “Really? Why’d you put it off so long? I thought you liked writing. Whenever I see you, you’re always jotting something down in that notebook of yours.”

Luke grins. “You’ve been watching me? That’s creepy, you know.” He’s obviously holding back a laugh, though, so the comment has no trace of a barb.

Y/N rolls her eyes, although her face looks a little hot at the moment. “Just answer the question.”

“Alright,” he says, hands raised in mock surrender, “you’re right, I do like writing.”

“Then why wait until the last minute to do the essay? I mean, I get not having a ton of time to work on assignments, but if you really do enjoy writing, it shouldn’t be all that bad, right?”

Luke groans. “ This is different. It’s not fun writing,” he tries to excuse himself.

It sounds bad even to him. Already, Luke can see how this is going to play out– she’ll laugh at him, maybe, say that someone who just got a grade like him can’t possibly be thinking about writing and fun in any way at all. She doesn’t, though. Instead, she nods and smiles at him. A real smile. Not mocking in any way.

“What is fun writing, then?” She asks.

Luke blinks in surprise. “Well, writing songs is fun, I guess,” he stammers, “stuff that actually matters, you know? All these essays are the exact same, but songs are all different. That’s why I care about them and not some pointless paper.”

Y/N nods. “That makes sense to me. So you release music, right?”

Luke isn’t sure where she’s going with this, but he’s perfectly happy to talk about music instead of that offensive red scribble all over his paper, so he plays along. “Yeah, me and my band. We try to, at least.”

“Have you ever gotten a review that bothered you? Not because they didn’t like it, but because they disliked your songs for the wrong reason? Like you had a whole story in mind for your album but the critics just ignored it?” She prompts him.

“Yeah,” Luke says, eyes widening with irritation, “Man, it’s so annoying. You go to all the trouble of writing out these ideas, and you make them have a really good meaning, too, and then it’s like they never read it at all. It makes me so mad sometimes, I want to write a column or something in response about how they totally missed my point.”

“Like, say, an argumentative essay about the real strengths of your chosen piece of writing?” Y/N says as casually as she can.

Luke’s about to argue and say that’s not like this at all, but on second thought, it is. It totally is. “Wait, you’re right. I never thought about it like that, but you’re right. Y/N L/N,” he decides on the spot, “I really like you.”

She grins back at him. “Luke Patterson, I like you too.”

That settles it for him. Luke had been annoyed at the thought of having to suffer through tutoring beforehand, but maybe he’ll be alright with it now. Y/N isn’t a part of the oppressive legion of teachers all conniving to make his life a living hell because he wants to be a musician instead of a doctor or a banker, she’s on his side. That makes it all better somehow.

And, unsurprisingly, it is better. Luke actually ends up having a really good time in his tutoring sessions with Y/N. They don’t feel like tutoring at all, more like a chance to hang out with a friend. They talk about Jane Austen and tell awesome jokes, read Shakespeare and spend more and more time together. Luke knows this is only a temporary thing until his grades get back up, but it’s too easy to forget that.

Until, one day, it isn’t. His English teacher hands back an essay with a bright red ‘A’ marked on the front, and tells him that she’s proud of all the progress he’s made so quickly. Instead of a sigh of relief, the only thing escaping Luke’s lips is a desolate sigh. After all, if Luke’s improved to this point, that kind of means his tutoring sessions will be over, right?

Y/N doesn’t know that, though. Y/N doesn’t have access to his grades. All she knows is what Luke tells her, and if informing her of his latest essay win means she’ll stop seeing him after school, why should Luke let slip a single syllable?

So, later that day, when Y/N asks him how the latest essay went, Luke shrugs and pretends to be disappointed. “I’d hoped for more,” he says, “she, uh, didn’t like my commentary.”

“Really?” Y/N questions, frowning slightly, “I thought you were really good at that.”

Luke’s eyes widen, caught in a lie. “Who knows with teachers, right?” He laughs weakly.

Y/N pretends to shudder. “I know, right? I feel like half of your grade is literally just how much she likes you. English classes are always so subjective.”

“Subjective?” Luke asks, grinning and propping his chin up on his hand, “Tell me about that.”

Y/N laughs. “Only if you promise we’ll talk Jane Eyre immediately afterwards. Immediately.”

“I so swear,” Luke intones, holding up his right hand with all the solemnity of a president being sworn into office.

Y/N swats him on the shoulder with her notebook, but she obliges, and maybe they don’t talk about Jane immediately. Maybe they laugh a little longer than usual. And maybe, just maybe, Luke thinks that he’s perfectly fine with obscuring the truth if it means he can have more of this when he needs it the most.

The truth, unfortunately, has a habit of making itself heard regardless of who is inclined to hide it. Luke comes into their usual study spot in the library one day to see Y/N waiting for him, not already in her seat like normal but standing tentatively at the side.

He frowns, slinging his backpack down on the ground and pulling up a chair. “Everything alright? You look like you’re about to run. If you’ve got something planned, we can do this another day.”

Y/N shakes her head slightly. “No, I’m free all day.”

Luke gestures towards the table. “Then sit down, my legs are getting tired just looking at you. We’ve got stuff to study, don’t we?”

“Well, that’s what I was going to ask about,” Y/N says, “Ms. Brown stopped me after class today, said she had someone else she wanted me to tutor. I said I was already booked with you and she was confused. Apparently you’ve been doing just fine for quite some time.”

Luke feels his breath catch in his throat. This is not how he’d wanted Y/N to find out. For what must be the hundredth time this year, Luke sends out a silent curse to all meddlesome English teachers.

“Yeah,” he says as carefully as he can, “I have, but only because of your expert tutoring. It’s like antibiotics, you know? You don’t stop taking ‘em when you start feeling better, only when the prescription is over.”

Y/N blinks at him in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

He runs a hand through his hair, trying not to feel like everything is slipping out of control in an instant. “It was a simile, sorry. A bad one. All I mean is that we don’t have to stop this just because I got a good grade or two.”

Y/N almost looks like she’s smiling, but that could just be Luke being delusional. “I thought you didn’t want to do tutoring.”

“I didn’t at the start, but you’re different. We’re cool. We are cool, right?” Luke starts rambling more and more with each passing second, but he can’t help it. He’s overthinking everything. What if he’s literally just been a tutee this whole time, and she doesn’t think they’re friends at all?

Y/N stares at him a second longer, then takes a seat at last. “Luke Patterson, are you telling me that you like my company so much that you’re willing to keep going to extra English practice just to see me?”

Luke can feel his face heating up, but he does his best to ignore it. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds–” He still has a little bit of self control left, so he cuts himself off before he can make a truly terrible mistake.

Y/N catches him, though. “It sounds like what?”

“It sounds like I like you,” he admits, and Y/N’s smiling at him, so he decides to take the leap of faith and just do what he’s been wanting to do for quite some time. Since the start of this, actually. “And I do like you. I like you a lot. I might not need the tutoring anymore, but that doesn’t mean I want to stop seeing you. So what if we met up sometime soon? Not for English, for us.”

Luke decides that he likes Y/N’s smile more than anything. “Are you asking me out?” She says.

“I am,” he affirms. “Are you saying yes?”

“I am,” she repeats.

Suddenly, Luke feels like the luckiest kid of all. Maybe he does have to throw in a good word or two for meddlesome English teachers after all. Sometimes they have a way of connecting you with the best people in the world.

requested by @thatfangirl42, i hope you enjoy!

jatp tag list: @rogueanschel, @retvenkos, @callsign-scully, @lovesanimals0000, @amortensie

[controld3vil]

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pairing(s): sub-zero/bi-han & reptile/syzoth x reader (seperate) synopsis: shang tsung’s proposition tempted you. his powers guaranteed so you took it. how can they see you now, when you’re going against your morals for yourself? alt: requested by this ask! notes: - reader is gender neutral - anon, thank uu for requesting !! i also wanna mention, im capable of writing for most of mk1 characters :] i should’ve specified on my pinned comment but as long as you read my rules, it’s all good - btw this was such a fun concept to write !!

BI HAN/SUB-ZERO  -> It works in his favor, while Bi-Han struggled to make amends for the well-being of Lin Kuei. Circumstances were failing him - his father, no doubt, created a bad example for him. He could not guide him on the significance of maintaining order on Earthrealm. Your recent habits did not surprise him - you were always a kind-hearted person. You were the one who helped Tomas when he struggled to make a perfect score and who volunteered additional counseling for new Lin Kuei trainees - you were dutiful to follow his steps and to protect Earthrealm.

-> But perhaps on that day, when Shang Tsung turned Bi-Han against his brothers, it made you think twice about what was at stake. Kuai Liang knocks him out and brings him back to the compound in solitary confinement. “Kuai Liang told me you aligned with the enemy?” You questioned, him half expecting you to be furious at his endeavor. The Lin Kuei's Grandmaster scoffs at the mention of Scorpion, his scorned brother, the one to betray him. “He was a fool otherwise - What Shang Tsung offered will lead The Lin Kuei to glory.” Part of Bi-Han’s mind pondered your disapproval of his defiance - you always disliked the mistreatment of power, leaving no justice for those less fortunate. Why you are willing to stand by his stand is unknown to the Grandmaster. -> You do not visit for a few days, and the cryomancer grows wary of your rejection against him. Coincidentally, you were more aligned with his younger brothers, accepting the peace that Liu Kang made - you were never to oppose, even suggesting alternative solutions when issues struck. Liu Kang nonetheless appreciated your advice but never took upon your suggestions. Bi-Han feels enraged by this - you had many skills, faring better than some of his soldiers.  -> The night he escaped the compound, Sektor and Cyrax reassure him of your safety. It was your idea, and Bi-Han feels relief when he encounters you keeping watch. Lin Kuei soldiers – devoted to him and your cause, are by your side, monitoring the site. The Grandmaster drained from numerous hours of inactivity, bolts to you. “I thought you would stay,” Left me – a fear he would never tell. However, you catch it in his eyes, promising, almost pleading for you. “I am by your side, Bi-Han,” you say, interlacing your hands with his. “Never forget that.”  -> Your peculiar habits began bit by bit after the battle with Titan Shang Tsung. With the service of Sektor, Bi-han was able to elevate the Lin Kuei with cybernetic soldiers. He acknowledged this was the more reasonable choice than Shang Tsung’s soul stealers as it was discreet from Liu Kang’s notice. You believed the same - the Lin Kuei required more allies, and building their strength would be a nifty task. The revelation brought you to the masterful sorcerer. Shang Tsung is disingenuous but does not worry you. As long as he did his end of the bargain, you considered - would be adequate. In exchange for control, he could summon you at any time. An easy compromise that you assumed - would not disrupt Lin Kuei’s plans. -> Time after time, you were not like yourself. You felt you had gone through a dramatic shift after inheriting new powers. It was as if you were reborn with greater intention. The things you used to tend for did not feel the exact or vital. Scorpion and Smoke pointed this out when they witnessed you again in Japan. Things have changed — you have changed. They could see it in your eyes and demeanor. You were no longer the gentle and maternal figure they grew up seeing. [ bi-han ]: together, side by side, the lin kuei will fare no better glory. [ you ]: if only kuai liang and tomas understood this.

SYZOTH/REPTILE -> Syzoth is worried about you. Every minute you stand by Shang Tsung’s side, darkness infests your mind. Syzoth had bare witness to the mischievous schemes and understood it would be detrimental for you. Compared to him and everyone else, you were the last person someone would wish to pursue into madness. How should he explain this? -> When Syzoth met you, it was a pure accident. You were gazing through the multiple fruit stands the city had to show. He was performing a show per Shang Tsung’s persistence. To reveal his Zaterran qualities, Reptile continuously did tricks, transforming back and forth between forms. His stunts were not the first thing that captured your stare. But merely his smile - you knew what happiness and joy felt like. From afar, you saw how broken he was. At the end of the night, Syzoth scurried backstage to prepare for the following day. Unexpectedly, you arrived, arms crossed behind your back with a cutely curious expression. “You’re the performer, right? The one with Zaterran blood?”   -> “What does it mean to you? Here to insult me?” His voice is sharp and rigid as he dismisses your presence, shaking the boxes beside his tent. Numerous strangers were keen to spend time with him. Most enjoyed the entertainment he produced. You saw the void Syzoth had, standing out on the podium like a puppet. It was degrading to a living being. You wanted to help him - however, Syzoth rejected it. If Shang Tsung witnessed your compassion, who knows what manipulative excuse he would use?  -> Though it struck him by surprise what Shang Tsung told him the following morning, “A benevolent soul has sent their regards to you and has convinced me to travel with us. I must thank you, Syzoth.” Horror struck the Zatterian as if he had witnessed the most vile crime. His intent was never to pursue you into his mess. Nonetheless, he frets for your safety and what would happen to your mind once corrupted.  -> Your innocence is what kept Syzoth going. In the opaque chasms of Shang Tsung's experiments, you were the one person he could lean on when circumstances had driven him mad. You are supportive and affectionate. And you know the ways and words to console him from his night terrors. While the longer you stayed with him, the more you saw misconduct and depravity. There was an appeal to the sorcerer. Born with little power, you became curious for a better life. Shang Tsung gladly offered and gave you what you considered a gift from the Elder Gods. Like day and night, you were conspicuous with your odd habits. There were times Syzoth questioned your motives, always collecting materials for Shang Tsung and Quan Chi. You were delighted to comply with their requests, even going out of your way to exploit their payment. -> However, one thing he knew that was true was your fondness for him. You deeply cared for the shape-shifting Zatterran. Always there to safeguard him from unwanted matters. All the horrific experiments tormented him. And when they fetch new subjects, the laboratory would be the worst place to reside. The nauseating smell of flesh and blood could never escape him. That is the burden Syzoth must carry forever. You were his guardian angel in some ways. In frantic need, you make all his fears go away. Simply by your presence alone, Syzoth will feel at ease. Where he is near, you are never too far off. You have sacrificed much for him.

-> The two of you looked out for each other. There was no line you would not cross to save Syzoth. Even now, as you two fled the wretched laboratory of his former master, you had suggested killing the Earthrealmers. Which Syzoth immediately brought down, scolding you for how casual you made it sound to be. Johnny, Kenshi, and Kung Lao were not like Shang Tsung. They were deemed trustworthy - for setting him and you free from imprisonment. He knew you meant no harm, simply looking out for his safety and yours. Syzoth hopes one day to change your perspective on outsiders and Earthrealm alike. He believes you would thrive better here at Lord Liu Kang’s sanctuary.  -> Initially, the Fire God had given his friend, Johnny, a questionable look. After he deemed him, you, and Asrah compatible with Earthrealm's cause, you were welcome with open arms. It was the first step for you to contemplate and rehabilitate yourself. He hopes for you to stay away from harm. Syzoth all knew of the toxic threads Shang Tsung had placed on you - he anticipates you freed of them. And to allow yourself to aid people for the greater good.  [ you ]: don't believe all of what liu kang has to say. [ syzoth ]: why? and trust shang tsung instead?

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Get the Hint

Pairing: Gaz x reader (implied female)

summary: Gaz has a huge crush on you but you are oblivious. boohoo

wc: 3.5k

warnings: none, just Gaz being overly in love with you and being too afraid to admit, no y/n used, (brainrot)

a/n: this came out longer and I'm quite proud of that, but I still must warn you of my poor english and writing skills.

Ever since you helped the Task Force 141 out on a specific mission, Gaz felt like a teenage boy again. Sadly, you didn't see each other often. Working as an MI6 agent yourself and him as an SAS soldier, chances are low you'll see eachother again on a mission like the last time. But lucky for Gaz, you have to share the base for some time, since your own is being renovated. Because of that he sees you almost every time he enters the copy room or walks down the long corridors and hallways of the base.

Everyday he sees you, he will check if his outfit is put on nicely, if he smells weird or if he can grab your attention in a 'subtle' way. Once, he tripped on the way to the copy room because he saw you enter a few moments ago, straightening his uniform again just to trip down the carpet. But luckily, you didn't notice and just smiled kindly at him as a greeting before leaving with the necessary items back into your own, small office room. He will never admit it but seeing you makes his heart skip three times and beat ten times faster the longer he is near you. Maybe he's some sort of sick for feeling like that around you, but that doesn't mean he hates being around you. He enjoys your company even though he feels nervous and giddy around you, afraid to come off as weird or akward, as if trying to impress you in a way.

It's just the way you talk and look like, the way your hair falls onto your face so grazefully and your beautiful eyes are focused whenever you're concentrating, the way your sweet perfume smells like and just because of who you are as a person... he can't stop thinking about you sometimes. Maybe he's got himself too distracted once when even Soap, Johnny, tried to find out what's got his mind so occupied recently.

»You holdin' up alright?« He asks out of worry that his teammate might have a hard time for whatever reason, checking up on him since they have nothing to do at the moment.

»Yeah, of course. Why?«

Kyle answers back, finally getting out of his trance and looking at Johnny, who's standing right by his side. »Just... You seem distracted. Somethin' on your mind?« Johnny presses, not letting go of his slightly worried look while he questions him out. Little does he know that Kyle is just madly in love without realizing it himself.

»Uh... no. Not really. Do I seem that distracted to you?«

He chuckles softly and seems almost confused on why he would consider worrying about him in the first place since nothing's been eating up his mind lately. Expect for you. Unknowingly.

»Yes, you do seem distracted to me, always staring somewhere- zoning out, and... being more quiet? Like, where did your sarcasm go, huh?« He tries to phrase it more lighthearted but fails miserably, his eyes calling him out on how he noticed Kyle's behavior for a while and has been thinking about it. Kyle, on the other hand, is dumbfounded. He doesn't know what to answer or how to act, considering that nothing awful has been happening in his life lately. He ponders for a moment, asking back eventually.

»Sorry, I don't get what you mean...« He mumbles with a crooked smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

»Oh, c'mon- I see how something's on your mind. Or...« Now Johnny is thinking for a second, continuing his questioning, »maybe someone? «

That's when it finally clicks in his thick skull. Kyle has been thinking so much about you, even Johnny has noticed it. It's not like Johnny wouldn't anyway, but he's just suprised that he came off as unwell.

»Oh... no. Nah.« Gaz shakes his head and let out a small breath, feeling his cheeks heat up while glancing away and crossing his arms. He can't think about you again, it's getting embarrassing at this point. Johnny didn't miss out on anything, having caught the light blush spreading on his face and how his body language changed almost immediately.

»Uh-huh. I've caught you, spit it out. Who is it?«A teasing smile is spreading across his face at how the pieces finally fit together, having figured out that Kyle has a crush. Or something like that. Kyle shakes his head, still denying it even though it couldn't be more obvious at this point.

»Who is what? I don't get you, honestly.«

He shakes his head once more, trying to play dumb and escape this conversation. It will be hard to escape Johnny now, especially when he's got something interesting to talk about now. What is more interesting, watching the wind blow through the leaves of the trees or how his teammate is getting flustered over someone who isn't even there with them?

»Ah, don't be such a wanker. I know there's someone on your mind, right? Who is it? He or she?«

He keeps on asking and seemingly teasing him, not making it better for Kyle in the slightest. The only way to escape this is to answer him everything or yell at him.

»There's someone, alright? Just- shut up and don't mention it...« He accidentally chose the second option, kind of admitting as well, but not entirely while raising his voice. Johnny stays still for a moment but smiles again slightly once he sees Kyle sigh out and run a hand through his short hair and look back to him with apologetic eyes.

»Sorry, mate... «

»Eh, don't worry. It's that one MI6 agent, am I right?«That smile starts to get to Kyle, finding it more annoying the longer he looks at his teammate and has to stay calm for now.

»Hm. Maybe. Who knows?«

Is all he has to answer, a more obvious response wouldn't be necessary for Johnny anyway. He nods and looks away, relieved he isn't going through something as he first thought, now letting him alone with his thoughts again… for now, at least.

The way you just stand there and listen to the Captains words carefully is taking up all his attention right now. He can't help but stare at you, at how perfect you look even now when you're doing nothing. It's then, when he feels a small nudge against his shoulder and looks to his right. Ghost has nudged him for whatever reason, probably trying to tell him to pay attention to the Captain and not… you. He nods quietly and directs his eyes back to Price, but within a few moments he still looks your way. Subconsciously, of course. Ghost sighs silently beside him, shooting him a short glare that he doesn't seem to notice in the first place.

»Make the first move before it's too late.«

He feels goosebumps all over his skin as soon as he hears a deep gravel murmur that close to his ear, especially with the possible double message behind those words. Kyle slowly looks over to Ghost while he is just staring back at him emotionless, knowing it's most likely his last warning. Or even a small encouragement to do something. Eventually, he doesn't say anything back and tries to pay attention back to the Captain who was finally done talking after a few more minutes.

After that was done, Kyle promised himself not to stare at you whenever one of his two teammates, or both, are in the same room. It's too risky, too embarrassing for him to get caught. Though, the problem is that they already know and it's only a matter of time on when you're going to find out. But that's for another time.

However, this goes on and on for god knows how long your office is being completely renovated and you have to use one of the ones at their base. Gaz just can't not steal a few glances at you or try to make some small talk, having made a friendly friendship between you two. It's just like between colleagues, saying good morning's and asking how they're doing whenever they cross their paths on base. Even though it's nice, Kyle wants more. It's got to an absurd amount of want that he started daydreaming about your possible conversations with him, which gives Soap free opportunity to poke fun at him.

»Daydreamin' again, hm?«

»Daydreaming? What's that?« Kyle asks back sarcastically but really hopes to get away like this. He likes his teammate Soap, obviously, but sometimes he can't help but have the urge to drop kick him whenever he feels like getting teased by Johnny about his 'crush'. It's not like he has a crush, no, he just thinks you look pretty. »Uh-huh, you don't know what it is? Then explain to me why you've been staring at that tree for two hours without blinkin'.«

Johnny crosses his arms over his chest with a smug look, waiting for any bullshit reasoning from his friend to his question. He reads him like an open book at this point since he got to know about his little lover. Teasing and jokes have been unavoidable since then, reffering to you something along the lines of 'his little agent' or even better: 'his cupcake'. Whatever that means. »I've been thinking about how to kill you once this mission's done and hide your body so effectively that no one will find you.«

The deadpan look on his face is telling him he's serious, however Johnny snorts at him and shakes his head lightly.

»Yeah- sure. Firstly, you'll need to get Ghost off my back.«

He jokes, still wanting to joke and tease his colleague about that obvious crush. »Sure.«

He mumbles with a faint smirk and directs his eyes back to that same tree he's been staring at for however long. Johnny sighs beside him, shifting his weight on his feet briefly.

»You know, she likes you. I talked to 'er.«

»You talk to her?« Is all he has to say and ask him, finally giving Soap full attention amd what he's saying. Everytime you get mentioned near his presence it's like an IPad kid hears the intro of cocomelon. Full attention and dumb staring with almost no breathing.

»Jesus- I just talked to her. Asked 'er a few things or two.«Soap shrugs and smirks amused at his reaction, having noticed this clear action of him lately. Kyle, however, feels like he has to pay him money to find out what his teammate is about to say next.

»So? What did you ask? Did she mention me?« »Well, first of all- I asked if she has someone already.«

He stops talking, probably just wanting to keep Kyle guessing and keep teasing him about this little crush of his. »Yeah?« Gaz presses, his eyebrows slightly raised up while he listens to what Soap has to say next.

»Single. And she likes you.« He states proudly, his arms still crossed but with a beaming smile, as if he showed his parents his first drawing. Kyle scoffs, not believing him even though he really wants it to be the truth. One thing he learned is that Johnny often over-interprets things people say. So, he makes sure in asking him again.

»She likes me? How'd you know that?« His arms cross, too, over his chest with an interesting look on his face, almost suspicious. »I asked her, duh. 'What do you think of the team?' , 'It's nice, especially Gaz. He's nice.'«

Johnny is almost exploding with excitment of telling him these news, rocking back and forth on his heels ever so slightly, while imitating your voice.

»That doesn't mean anything, you know? She just thinks I'm nice, like you all.«

»Yeah- but she especially told you are nice out of all! That's something, right?«Kyle shakes his head, even though his heart is nearly exploding from what he's hearing, hoping he's right about it. Even though he would like to feed his own delusions, he knows better and glances away while chuckling lightly at Johnny's words.

»Right, right...«

.・゜゜・

»Talk to 'er« That gruff voice never fails to spook Gaz just a little every time.

»What?« Ghost rolls his eyes, needing to make himself clearer even though he thought he already made himself clear enough, since there's no one else he could be referring to. »Tell her a joke or somethin', works wonders.« He goes on, expecting for Kyle to just get what he's talking about and take his advice seriously. It's as if a dad is giving his son advice, while his son tries to catch on.

»Ah... well, I'll try.«

»No.«

Now, what does he mean by that? Kyle's confused, glancing over the training room briefly before turning back to Ghost.

»Can you... talk clearer? Full sentences, maybe?« He asks and waits for whatever kind of advice Ghost has up his sleeve. It's a suprise he even suggests some to him in the first place. »Okay, so...« Ghost places his hands on his hips, getting ready to tell him all the tricks and advice he has just for Gaz to probably throw them away.

»Firstly, make small talk. Even though everyone hates it, it's a good start, righ'?« He starts, tilting his head slightly lower as if a teacher is trying to explain his student something important. »Then, when the times right... make a good joke. A little army humor.«

Ghost shrugs, crossing his arms and waiting for Gaz to take in the advice he just told him. What a great wingman, he is. Kyle stares at him for a moment before nodding slowly.

»Right. What kind of 'army humor' should I use on an MI6 agent?« Ghost lets out a small huff of amusement, answering him shortly after.

»Maybe something like... What do you call a shipment full of military-issued T-Rexes?«They stare at eachother in silence for a few seconds before Ghost reveals the punchline.

»Small arms.«

Silence.

»Yeah- that's great advice, I'll take it. Thanks.« Gaz tries to go back to his workout as fast as possible, wanting to avoid bad advice from anyone for now, and not think about you for a while since you've been drowing his mind lately. »Just saying...« Ghost mumbles quietly and also goes back straight to his workout, thinking he did a somewhat good job on giving away some advice.

.・゜゜・

Don't move. Just breath in and out like you normally do, don't move or look at her direction, don't even breath in her direction. Don't shake your leg so much, she'll notice. Jesus Christ... Gaz thinks to himself while he sits next to you in this boring debrief he should pay attention to, trying to come of as neutral and normal as always. Everyone else is focusing, so why can't he? It's frustrating him but he's on edge at the same time just because you're sitting next to him. He shouldn't feel this much, he's grown and can act normal around his so called crush. So, what's different this time?

He doesn't know, neither do you know how nervous Gaz is right now while you're paying attention to the Captain of the team as he goes over the mission again and explains what happens now. It's only a few moments later when he's pulled back into reality.

»Gaz?« You repeat while looking at him, trying to figure something out that bothered your mind after the mission. He finally looks at you, a small but boyish smile spreading across his face once he sees you. God, you're beautiful. He nods to signal you that he's listening now. »Didn't you get the intel before we left?«

You couldn't remember who actually got the intel, if it was him or Soap... or Ghost? You can't remember and your curiosity is eating you up. As if that even matters now anyway.

»Oh, yeah. I got it before we left, just in time." He nods, trying so hard not to lose himself in your eyes right now, while answering such a simple question, and to come off as nonchalant. Even with his quiet voice crack that mamaged to accidentally slip out of his mouth. You nod back and smile slightly, finally able to keep your mind at peace with this little information.

After that small exchange your eyes are back at the Captain who's still on and on about explaining what will happen now that the mission's over and what the next might be. Gaz only now realises that his hand gripped his arm rest on his chair so tight that his knuckles turned white. He lets go of his arm rest and crossed his arms over his chest, gathering himself together to listen to the words of his boss.

But the way your hair looks so perfect and your eyes are focused, your skin looks so soft and kissable and just how angelic you look right now is making him go crazy. The way your eyes crinkle so softly whenever you smile is something he committed to memory. In his mind, you're perfect and he'd do anything for you to be able to see yourself through his eyes for a moment.

.・゜゜・

Gaz realised he's completely smitten with you. Would do anything and everything just to make you happy. It's just too sad you are clueless and don't know about any of his feelings towards you. Even with the advice from his friends Soap and Ghost, that were terrible, he still can't seem to approach you properly. You're just... he's afraid he would mess up any chance he could have with you.

Copying the last sheet of paper for his report, he's standing there with his hand on his hip, his other leaning on the edge of the copy machine. His eyes are trained on the machine while his mind wanders around, thinking more about you than necessary. The door of the room slides open and there is you, pretty as always and lock eyes with him for a second. You and your smile could kill, but he must stand his ground and don't do anything stupid. He greets you briefly with his hand, setting it back onto his hip before he stares at the copy machine again.

»How's your day?« You speak up while stepping to the other table across the small room, organizing some papers before possibly copying them aswell. »Oh, good so far. Can't wait to get this last paper done.«

He answers you as relaxed as he can at the moment, gripping the dear copy machine for live. You nod slightly while leaning against the desk, facing his way with your papers in hand. »And yours? Hopefully it's not too dusty on this base.« He tries to crack a small joke, knowing it must be still uncomfortable or at least not as comfortable in a new working area, when your own is being renovated. In return you shrug, smiling softly at his humor.

»Nah, it's fine. My day is going fine aswell. Not much to do.«

There's not much to say besides that and the only thing you can do now is look and study him. The way his hand is sitting on his hip so casually and his other grips onto the edge of the copy machine is giving him away. His knuckles are white from holding onto the edge, making you wonder why he seems so tense. You lock eyes again, seeing how he doesn't seem to budge a muscle, as if afraid to make a false move.

»Your last paper, huh? So, then you're free?« You try to keep this conversation going for a little longer. After all, the machine is taking seemingly longer than usual. »Uh, yep. Free after that. Are you... free aswell, after that?«

He asks, still trying to just keep cool and come off as nonchalant but his voice gives him away. Gaz looks at you almost sheepishly and waits for you to finally answer.

»No, I still have some work to do.« You answer him casually, not realizing he probably tried to ask you out just now. »Two reports, to be exact.« Gaz' shoulders slump down slightly and glances away for a moment, pressing his lips together. »Oh, well good luck. Hopefully they won't take long.«

He wishes you with a hint of disappointment and looks to you once more, hoping for whatever god there is for the copying process to be done already.

Finally, after a short silence it seems like it's done and he quickly takes out his needed papers, glancing to you once more before eventually walking out of the room. His hand feels more tense after having gripped onto the machine for so long but it goes away after a short while anyway. Meanwhile, you're peacefully copying your own set of papers and documents, not thinking too much about the interaction for now and go about your day.

[ko-existing]

i too have wondered why this "subject" (for lack of a better word) has become so saturated recently. in this "process" (again, not the right word, i apologize) of stripping yourself back to zero, doesn’t the addition of more & more empty words only contradict that? if everything that could be said about this has been said already, why say more?

when i "learnt" about this, i learnt solely from you (infiniteko), realitywarpingg and a little from Ada (before they made an AI chatbot in name of the poor woman). i read just a few posts from you all and that was all i needed, i remembered mySelf permanently in no time. i did try reading a couple of books back then (Lester Levenson, Nisargadatta Maharaj) but by the time i’d reached page 5 i realized they weren’t telling me anything i didn’t know already. less truly is more. regardless, it’s nice to see this gaining in popularity, and people have shared some interesting insights… my opinion is useless and illusory. :)

anyway, thank you for turning me back to mySelf. :) you (infiniteko) are a wonderful group of people, and your simple / condensed way of speaking was perfect for my lazy and limited attention span. it was hilarious, once i saw who i was, to discover how obvious and simple it has always been. your writings (and RW’s) come as close to that simplicity as words possibly can.

—🤍🏔️🎐

Thank you 🏔️🎐-Anon! I definitely agree with everything you said. Even if people are asking more and more questions, let them ask until they're tired. They'll notice the answer themselves, there's no doubt about that. In my illusory opinion (just like yours) adding more words doesn't necessarily do what one hopes they'd do. It's becoming too saturated, too wordy. The questions are multiplying and readers are relying heavily on the same words written differently. It's a cycle. In fact, the more you read, the more confusing it gets. This might sound controversial but the more we post and the more we repeat ourselves, the more we are contributing to the endless loop of waiting-reading-asking-seeking-waiting-reading. The best I can do is reblog the things we've said but I don't see a point in saying more than what has already been said. It should be enough by now, even if the questions asked are increasing, that's between them and themselves. They'll know they can't wait forever and are forced to finally rely on themselves.

You can read as much as you want to but what's the point if you're not going to be with yourself and see all the answers were in plain sight all along?

It's been a little more than an illusory decade since I first "learned" all of this. I had no idea about Tumblr or Instagram. It didn't take a hundred posts and a dozen accounts for it to click. It took nothing but myself. In your case (🎐-Anon) it took nothing but yourself. In W's case it took nothing but herself + pondering on the few hints given to all of us.

I see many people say that they "know" that all they need is themselves yet, they wait and hope for a new post by different accounts and think that now (with one more post) it will finally make sense to them, but if you are waiting for someone to give you that insight which "will finally say you free", you can wait for all of eternity, because the only thing that can free you is your-Self, not a post or an account.

(That's just my imaginary opinion, I'm not attacking anyone and neither is Anon.)

Also, Anon, you used a wind chime emoji🎐, do you prefer high or low tones? :)

PB

[greenerteacups]

Hey GTC, I have always been such a fan of your Tumblr and your engagement with the fandom. However I must say that as of late, the questions you’re being asked most often are essentially variants of “Will X happen?” or “Will Y character do Z like in the book?” or even, “I’m noticing Theme A, will it continue in future chapters?”

A significant element of the fun that you’ve created for Lionheart readers is that we don’t know which elements and events of the JKR texts you’ll preserve untouched and which you’ll turn into the sixth and seventh year Lionheart storylines. I adore making my guesses to which parts of canon you’ll play with and which parts you’ll completely and utterly upend. Unfortunately, questions that ask about canon events in books 5-7 ruin so much of the fun.

Historically, you’ve used the Ask box to provide us with analyses of your own work and characterizations, but I feel as if recently you are often indulging questions about books 5, 6, and 7. I hate to say it, but I even feel that your answers veer into spoiler territory. I used to lurk your Tumblr incessantly, but since I’ve started to see this influx in predictive questions these past couple weeks, I’ve been avoiding the app.

It’s such a gift that we get to engage with your work on such a vibrant epistolary and interactive space as your Tumblr. I know that you can’t control what fans ask, but I humbly request that you please consider refusing to answer questions that ask you to ponder future events. Thank you for your tender care to everyone in the fandom. ❤️‍🔥🦁🧡

Hey, what's up, dude. I hear you. Sorry about that.

The problem is that the line between spoilers and not spoilers is totally subjective, and the line between "spoilers that are fine" and "spoilers that bother me" is also totally subjective. I don't know where you are on it, but we probably don't line up, and that's okay. I just don't know how I'd begin to sort out questions that one person considers "too much" from what someone else just thinks is fun analysis. My hard rules are as follows: I don't answer any questions about future ships, events, or arcs (and I get a lot). I haven't revealed anything that I would be unhappy to discover in a Tumblr askbox instead of a fic itself. True, I've dropped teaser/trailer stuff for 6 and 7, but to be honest, even looking over the stuff I've posted recently — I hate to say it, but I disagree with you. It isn't spoilers. Not to me, anyway.

But that's just me! There's no right or wrong answer here, it's just a coordination problem of how we can both cultivate social media experiences that make us happy. For instance: I like answering questions about my fic. It makes me happy to talk to people who want to know what happens. It encourages me and gets me excited to write about it, and I don't believe that any of the content on my Tumblr spoils what's going to happen. I don't really want to stop doing that, so I'm not going to. If that means you and other readers whose spoiler thresholds are below mine can't engage with my Tumblr, that's a natural consequence of us having different attitudes about media, and it was bound to happen. I'm sorry that that's the case, but it would bring me much more grief for you to injure your reading experience than it would for you to avoid my (largely irrelevant) e-journal full of random metatext. I love my fic, and I love my readers, you most certainly included; I do not, candidly speaking, love my Tumblr account. And for what it's worth, I absolutely do not think anything I've written on here is worth diminishing your experience of a story you enjoy. It wouldn't jive with my philosophy of literature and art.

So here's what I got: I'll continue tagging spoilers about past and current events as [#lionheart spoilers], and if a question makes reference to events not published, I'll use the tag [#prognosticating]. That way you can block the tag, and other readers can enjoy content that fits under their threshold of non-spoilerism. If our thresholds still don't line up, then I think the only solution may really be to block the [#lionheart spoilers] tag altogether. That's probably not the answer you're looking for, but it's the best I can do.

[h3lfaerie]

𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘!

You may know me as Helfaerie (Hel or Fae for short), and I am a freelance performing artist with a deep love for HTTYD.

When I'm not on set and/or tryna' figure my life out I am writing this behemoth of a project called Path of Alfheim which you can find on the coveted AO3.

ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕗𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 ℍ𝕚𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡 𝕏 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

It features a compelling story deeply inspired by Norse Religion and Lore, where Hiccup Haddock, following two years after the death of his father, is forced to cross paths with the elusive and deadly FMC (You!)

This fanfiction is highly explicit: violence, horror, gore, tragedy, sex, death, the likes.

𝕀𝕟 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤, 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝔻ℕ𝕀.

I respectfully ask that you do not interact with me if you're under eighteen. I don't feel comfortable discussing my work with you.

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖.

-> As of now due to the size of this project (with Fic 2 already in the works) Path of Alfheim is my only fanfiction. This blog features additional content based around the storyline, as well as general HTTYD whimsy!

Hashtag guide:

(All tags listed here are also featured in the Search Bar)

1. #PoA Art -> Features Artworks created by Readers for Readers! By far my favourite branch of this page. Thank you to everyone who has contributed!

2. #FMC Art -> Features Artworks depicting the elusive protagonist, yourself!

3. #PoA Animation -> I legit still can't wrap my head around the fact that someone sat down and animated stuff frame by frame for this fic.

4. #PoA Audio -> Immersive sound bites that feature either voice acting or other types of auditory content.

5. #HTTYD Whimsy -> Memes and whimsy in relation to PoA and/or general HTTYD content.

6. #HTTYD General -> Pretty self-explanatory <3

7. #Progress Update -> Features posts about recent edits, announcements, and updates.

8. #Music -> Features songs I have accumulated for Path of Alfheim. Alternatively now you can go listen to the Path of Alfheim Playlist!

9. #Concept Art -> Think of this as a compilation of visuals I've used for inspiration while writing. Or any art I've come across that is reminiscent of the universe in some way. A Pinterest Board is in the works! (You may find additional visuals in the End Notes under each Chapter.)

10. #PoA Asks -> Features any Terror Mail you've sent me (and I encourage you to do so btw).

11. #Poll -> This is where post general discussions and interesting questions for you to ponder on. You can also greatly help me with writing the fic by answering these polls!

12. #Writing Prompt -> Think of this as a sneak peak into my notes! I have far too many and there is no guarantee which bits will actually make it in the fic.

13. #Resources -> Here's one for my fellow HTTYD fanfic writers! This tag features things like an interactive version of Hiccup's Map, Viking History Facts, and Nordic Folklore.

14. Finally we have the off tags like #General Fanfiction (Fanfic stuff unrelated to PoA), and #Rant (where I complain).

Thank you for the love and support you've shown to my work!

[vivalabunbun]

Hiii Viva~

Hope, you'll take your time to read this. It's not a request of course. I was simply curious about something. To be honest, I've read all your fics and my goodness, they are mind blowing and always make overwhelm with emotions. Specially how you portray Al-Haitham. Every fic of his feels like a fic and a character study all at once.

You know, in your recent fic, I just noticed that you said Alhaitham is a man logic and rationality, which is true. But isn't he from the Haravatat Darshan or a department that has something to do with studying and deciphering various scripts? Like isn't he a linguist? I thought he was a man associated with the humanities stream or something like that if we put it into modern terms. So, the question here is—why portray him as a man of science? Sure, he's a genius and an intellectual person but can a person really be that apt at two different disciplines? For example, I'm a political Science Honours student and honestly....I hate subjects that has anything to do with maths or science in general. 🥲 Does that make sense?

I'm not saying, you can't portray him like that or anything but rather the intent of doing so. And honestly, I think, you yourself are a highly intelligent individual. The way you put tid bits of practical information into the plot of fics says a lot about you, the author as well. I admire that quality and probably would like to know how you do it so effortlessly?

I really hope that I did not come off as criticizing or a dumb person in general. I was just curious and wanted to know. Hope, you'll read this.

Btw, Happy Basant Panchami from India, Viva. Today, we worship the goddess of knowledge, wisdom and arts here. Fun fact, it's actually kinda officially forbidden to study today, you know.

Hope, I didn't rant much....sorry, in advance. 🥲🌹

Arunima~

Hello! this is an interesting ask 🤔

From my understanding, Haravatat focuses on semiotics, which also includes linguistics. Linguistics is a field of science, the scientific study of languages. Because empirical research is involved along with empirical evidence.

Perhaps you were thinking about literature, which is of the humanities and academia. Although of course, there are possible overlaps between linguistics and literature.

Al Haitham liked to read abstruse academic journals from a young age, so I'd like to think tidbits of information from those journals would naturally bury themselves in his thoughts.

His thoughts and ponderings resemble those who have been part of the sciences. Disagree, question, challenge.

Thus, why he's a nerd (affectionate).

But of course, this is all from my perspective, which is different from yours, which is different from the next person.

It's what makes character writing interesting because everyone will view everyone differently.

Thank you for your ask and Happy (belated?) Basant Panchami!

Your ask brought up an interesting thought, why can't people be apt at both humanities and science?

All throughout history humanities and science have helped the other progress. They are not opposites nor should they be. They progress thought, which in turn helps us better understand knowledge and the world around us.

Disagree, question, and challenge the paradigm is how the humanities and science have gotten where they are today, and how they will get to tomorrow.

I'm not an intelligent person, I'm just a curious person. I like reading a wide variety of things from fiction to academic essays, even mathematical theories in textbooks and notes from friends in premed. Because I'm curious about them.

Then I like applying them to what I create because I love creating. Little factoids here and there because I think it's interesting, learning about how things work so I can better draw the things I like.

No one has to be a genius or a prodigy to be apt at both, just be open-minded and willing to look at both. There is also nothing wrong about only liking one or the other.

Let's just not pit them against each other because then it'll just be destructive.

Maybe many have forgotten the symbiotic relationship between humanities and sciences.

[svfttachi]

Hello!! I recently just got into Kuroko no basket so I would like to put in a request😄. Can I get a Kise x stoic reader who is a new student at Kaijou. I hope I'm doing this right😅 but anyways I hope you have a nice day and thank you💜💜

wc — 2.0k

type — kise ryouta x gn!reader

tw — n/a

✎ this request was so cute like... i couldn't stop writing and went a little overboard. i hope you enjoy it, and i appreciate everybody's patience with me as i deal with life and personal things behind the scenes.

◃ to knb writings

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𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘.

Small things that should generate some kind of response or emotion never came upon your own face. With a rough childhood full of distrust, absentee parents, and inability to form lasting and meaningful relationships, you naturally grew unfazed to whatever may come onto your path. In fact, you tread through life without the need to socialize with others or care enough to express your inner feelings. It just wasn’t important to go through things that only brought hardship onto yourself.

However, you never expected to have your whole perspective on life to be changed in one day at your new school.

Walking into the building was much like any other normal day for you except that you were immediately greeted by plenty of students, all of whom were upperclassmen happily celebrating the arrival of the fresh batch of underclassmen. You were bombarded by many smiling faces, colorful gifts, and even a couple of friendly hugs from the other students, yet none of that could change the bored expression on your face.

With your class schedule and locker assignment printed on the paper in your hand, you haphazardly made your way towards the hallway where your locker was supposed to be. However, upon arriving in the hallway, you found a couple of students in a group standing right where your locker should be. A composed manner in your step brought you closer to the group, and you signaled the one closest to you by poking his shoulder with your finger.

In an instant, the student turned around, forcing his yellowish-blonde hair to swish along with his turning head. His caramel, brown eyes were on full display along with a typical, smiley face.

Just as his mouth opened to ask a question, you started first, speaking in an annoyed tone, “You and your buddies are standing in front of my locker.”

The boy’s face immediately twisted into a confused expression, and his head turned to look over at his friends who all had a similar expression pressed on their faces.

“Well? Are you going to move, or not?” your patience growing thin within you as your eyebrows furrowed. The boy scratched the back of his head and nodded, speaking a little off guard, “Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s go someplace else guys.”

Your eyes watched everyone within the group make the space in front of your locker available, allowing you to walk up to it. Unbeknownst to you, pondering, caramel eyes captured your figure as you were shoving the copious amounts of enormous gifts into the small space of your locker.

Whispers inched towards the blonde haired boy’s ears, specifically about the strange way you didn’t go all insane when seeing their friend’s face like all the other students do. When it came to the attention he got in school, Kise Ryouta would fully indulge himself into it, going from taking pictures to signing his modeling magazines. There was never a time where he wasn’t the center of attention anywhere, yet today, the lack of attention from a student he’s never seen was enough to peak his curiosity.

“Kise, you coming?” one of his friends called out from down the hall. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Kise turned to nod in response, “Yeah, coming.”

He jogged a little to reach his friends and was quickly sucked into whatever the topic of the conversation was, all while reminiscing the brief moment between the two of you.

.・゜゜・

Apart from the dread that comes with school and doing work for you, the weather outside was perfect for a lovely lunch break spent outdoors. As soon as the bell signaling the beginning of the lunch period sounded, you rushed out of the hallway and towards the open, green area that rested along the side of the school where the gymnasiums were located. You found an unoccupied bench directly in front of one of the gymnasium doors and underneath the cover of the paved walkway towards it, and you sat down, crossing your leg over the other.

You pulled out your lunch from within your bag and immediately started to soothe the ache in your stomach from the amount of angry growling it has sounded throughout the day. The first bite into your self-made lunch was the most relaxing bite of food in a while, and you were glad that the weather also complied with this idea if yours.

Indulging in your food made you unaware of the side doors from where you came opening and closing, allowing a lonesome boy to come out. Kise ran a hand through his hair as he glanced out at the clearing where many people were sitting and enjoying their lunch. That’s when his caramel, brown eyes landed upon your figure. It wasn’t entirely clear that you were enjoying your food, but from the sight of your head bobbing up and down as if you were jamming to a song, Kise knew that you must be having something delicious for lunch.

The interaction that the two of you shared this morning made its way back into Kise’s mind. Your laid back, stoic expression was intriguing him by the minute, and it didn’t stop him from beginning to walk over to where you were seated.

At the sound of light footsteps, you glanced up from your lunch, allowing your eyes to land upon Kise’s form heading close to you.

“This bench is occupied,” you stated, stuffing another piece of your food in your mouth. The eye contact between the two of you was so strong that Kise felt a shiver run down his spine. Kise began to scratch the back of his head as the nerves were getting to him. “I–I can see that. Must be some good food you got there,” Kise responded.

As much as you were plain in facial expressions, you weren’t a heartless person. Without a doubt in your mind, you held your container up to Kise, forcing his eyes to crisscross due to how close it was to him. “You can try it if you’d like. I made it myself,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” Kise asked cautiously. It was as if he lost the ability to talk to people with how different you were acting towards him. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind it,” you said, still holding the container out in front of him.

Kise nodded and grabbed one of the rice balls inside. You lowered the container back down and grabbed a cracker from the container, but your eyes never left Kise as he tasted the rice ball you made from scratch. He covered his mouth with his hand as he chewed, a trick he learned to avoid unappealing paparazzi pictures. You watched his caramel eyes widen and look inside the rice ball to catch a glimpse of the filling.

“Wow, this is one of the best rice balls I’ve ever had,” Kise exclaimed, continuing to mutter wow as he ate.

For the first time in a long time, your chest ached a new, but pleasant, kind of ache as your heart fluttered. A fiery blush rose in color within your cheeks, and your face changed ever so slightly to adjust to the newfound emotion bubbling within you. It felt different to have some attention geared towards you, let alone a silly, little compliment about the deliciousness of your homemade food.

“I was tempted to say that this could be beat by this one place I go with my friends, but no, this one takes the cake,” Kise continued. To be honest, whatever he had said after the compliment he gave you went through one ear and out the other, but it still made you give the boy the lightest of smiles, one that no one has the right to see. “By the way, I never caught your name. I bet it’s as beautiful as this rice ball,” Kise said, lifting the food in his hand a little higher.

“I–It’s L/N Y/N,” you stuttered. Yes… stuttered because for some reason, the first boy you ever met at this new school was doing things to you that would have not cracked you one bit.

Your eyes caught a pretty smile from the blonde boy before he added, “I knew it was a pretty name. Kise Ryouta.”

Kise stuck his hand out in front of you, and it took a second for you to realize it’s there before you shook it.

“Do you mind if I take a seat next to you?” he asked after your hand left the softness of his. “Um… go ahead,” you mumbled, trying to recompose yourself after momentarily turning into a completely different person.

Kise shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and dropped it onto the ground next to yours before taking a seat beside you. He happily sat there munching on his rice ball, yet it still made you feel warmer on the inside than when you first arrived at school.

“You know… my friend would absolutely love having these rice balls. He’s a big foodie like I’m talking about the fact that he snacks every second of every day,” Kise mentioned, looking over at you with a bright look on his face. Slowly, the light smile from before reappeared on your face as you spoke up, “Oh really? I’m a pretty big foodie myself, and nobody I know can beat me in those eating competitions.”

Kise held a hand up and furrowed his brows jokingly, “Please. My friend could beat you in an eating competition any day!”

You shook your head and continued to eat the remnants of your food left in the container. “We’ll have to see about that,” you mumbled.

Soon, the bell for the next class period rang, prompting you to pack up your lunch box into your backpack. As you stood up from your spot on the bench, Kise grabbed hold of both of your backpacks as you straightened your uniform. Kise held your backpack in front of you, and it felt so natural to take it from him yet the blush decided to peek in once again.

“It was nice meeting you, Kise. Thank you for sitting with me for lunch,” you said, waving at the boy before turning around to walk away.

Kise couldn’t contain the smile that was showing on his face. Not once did you ask about his professional life as a model, and it was like you genuinely didn’t know a single thing about him. If you were intriguing him before, he was definitely lovestruck now, especially since you make such delicious food.

Just as you were about to head into the main building for class, Kise quickly realized something small but meaningful if he wanted to keep this connection with you. He brought his backpack in front of him to dig through it in the hopes he’d find a paper and pen. With only a pen in his hand, Kise ran towards the door, shoving many people out of the way but not without muttering little apologies.

“Y/N-cchi!” Kise shouted from the doorway. His eyes locked onto your figure that was turning around at the mention of the strange pronunciation of your name.

Your own eyes watched Kise practically fall a couple of times as he was coming up to you. Once he arrived, he was barely out of breath, holding out the pen in his hand.

“Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?” Kise questioned. You found it strange how he looked slightly disheveled over asking you for paper which of course you didn’t have.

“No, sorr– Wait, Kise!”

Kise wasted no time in yanking your hand towards himself. He clicked the pen in his hand and began to write in the palm of your hand, making you question his actions. With the masterpiece of sloppy handwriting stamped in the palm of your hand, Kise clicked the pen once more and curled your fingers over what he wrote.

“See you later, Y/N-cchi!”

With that, he left you confused in the middle of the hallway, and all you saw was his blonde hair leaving around a corner. You looked down at your wrist and uncurled your fingers to find a phone number along with a message.

rice balls for tomorrow, too pls?

And just like that, a light chuckle came out of your mouth as a result of the many happy thoughts circling your mind… all thanks to the smile on the blonde haired boy’s face.

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[weemsfreak]

Nevermore Academy No No's

Hi all, I read this fic by Pomegranatesandpoetry on ao3 (@dormiveglia-dreamer ) and I thought about writing some small stories explaining how some of these things ended up on the list, so here I am! They said they wouldn't mind if I did this :) If you didn't read the list on ao3 I would recommend, it's really funny!

200 things you aren’t allowed to do at Nevermore Academy (2445 words) by Pomegranatesandpoetry

Larissa Weems x Student Reader

1. Principal Weems has never, at any point, ever, been a knight.

It was late October as you pulled through the gates of Nevermore Academy, your new school. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, you had been attending the same school most of your life. You've always felt out of place at school, around people all together, actually. Just recently, your powers presented themself to you, and your dad being a normie, didn't know how to deal with them. Alas, you were shipped off to Nevermore. Despite feeling like you were hiding all of your life, you would soon come to realize that Nevermore would allow you to be yourself, in whatever way that meant. Unfortunately for Principal Weems, that meant she would have her hands full.

You were led to huge wooden doors inside of the school with a plaque that read "Principal Weems". You were told to enter and you did so, sitting in front of the principals desk when she motioned to the chair. "You must be Y/N Y/LN, we're so glad to have you. I'm Principal Weems" the principal smiled. You nodded your head, "Thank you Principal Weems!" As the woman looked toward her computer, you took a moment to study her face. She looked familiar to you, but you'd never met her before. She was pale with light hair, big blue eyes, deep smile lines, and a scar on her upper lip. You tilted your head in question, who did she look like? You pictured her with less makeup and shorter hair, and it came to you. "Oh my god, we're you a knight?" The principal turned her gaze to you and furrowed her brows, a grin forming on her face. "What?" she chuckled, confused. "Have you ever been a knight? Did you used to have short hair? You look so familiar to me, I know you were a knight!" Principal Weems brought her hand to her mouth to cover the giggles spewing out of her. Students were always hard to deal with in one way or another, but she didn't expect you to come in saying the most random things, considering you two had just met. She shook her head "No, I'm not a knight, and I have never been one." You narrowed your eyes, you didn't believe her. "Then why do you look like Brienne of Tarth? And why do you have her stature? And accent?" you crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair. The principal folded her hands in front of her and sat up. "Y/N, I don't know who Brienne of Tarth is, but I can assure you, I am Principal Larissa Weems. How could I be a knight if I'm a principal?" You pursed your lips, pondering over her reasoning. "Maybe you were a knight before you were a principal" you said with a head nod, grinning at her. She scoffed and looked back at her computer, trying to read your file. You looked around her office, she had a bear, a raven, mirrors, books, you name it. You had decided in this moment that you were going to make the principal like you, but by being an annoying menace. You wouldn't do anything really dangerous of course, you just wanted to have some fun and make things interesting. You smiled a sly smile and looked at the principal. She was still staring at her computer, but felt you eyeing her. "So, your father couldn't make it?" she spoke before you could. "He has work" you sighed. She looked at you, giving you a reassuring smile. After the principal asked some questions and gave you your school schedule, she stood and motioned to the door. "Shall we go meet your new roommate?" she said with a wide smile. You looked up at her, she was really tall. "Sure, but I have a question first" you paused. Her smile faded, "Okay, what's your question?" You glanced around her office walls like you were looking for something, "Where's your sword?"

In Ophelia hall, you met your new vampire roommate, Yoko. "Y/N Y/LN, this is Yoko Tanaka" the principal smiled. You reached out your hand to shake Yoko's "Nice to meet you Yoko." The principal told you that you could put your things on one side of the room and then said "Yoko, please take Y/N to the registrar's office to pick up her uniform, and give her a tour along the way." Yoko smiled at you and took the lead. As you exited the room, you whispered loudly to Yoko, "I heard that Principal Weems used to be a knight." You turned your head and winked at the principal before you were out of her sight.

The Principal sat down at her desk after making sure you were settled in. She placed her head in her hands and sighed dramatically. It was bad enough that she had to deal with Wednesday Addams, but you seemed to be a menace as well. She didn't want to have to do this, but she figured it would keep the recklessness and rumours at bay. She pulled out her notebook and began writing.

Things you aren't allowed to do at Nevermore Academy:

1. Principal Weems has never, at any point, ever, been a knight. Spreading rumours or taunting regarding this is not allowed.

[zoeyslament]

Ocean has a gay panic

PerfectDolls (Ocean x Penny) writing I did under the cut

“UNO!” Penny screeched, plopping the final card down on the deck. This started a chain of events that could only have happened in a group of six people with less mental stability than they had collective heads. 

First, Mischa threw his cards across the floor in anger because he was a sore loser, knocking over his glass of Pepsi and cursing loudly in Ukrainian, then in Dutch, then Russian, then— “FUCK!”

”Language!” Ocean had snapped. She tossed him a roll of paper towels, which proceeded to miss and hit Noel in the head. He clapped a hand over the spot and Mischa immediatly turned to make sure his boyfriend was okay. Constance picked up the paper towels and started to mop up the soda spill. 

Meanwhile, Penny was playing 52-pickup with Mischa’s spilled cards, huffing about having to clean up even though she’d won. 

Constance triumphantly held up the now soaking wet, caramel-hued paper towels, then ordered Penny to get some bleach for the carpet. Penny hissed a swear at her then retreated to the kitchen. 

Noel and Mischa were kissing again, hands roaming each others’ bodies. Ricky was filming it for blackmail purposes of course, and Ocean watched the entire thing unravel. 

“Noel! Mischa!” She slapped them both with her slipper. “Keep it PG, please!” 

“How am I supposed to keep kisses PG when he is so beautiful?” Mischa whined. It was hard to tell if he was serious or just bothering Ocean. 

“I don’t know! Just peck him on the cheek or something!” She snapped.

”How? His lips are too-“

”Mischa.” Ocean locked eyes with him. “Shut it. If you two are going to kiss, make it gentle and-“

They immediatly started making out again. 

Ocean rubbed her temples. Ricky, who had previously been lost in some movie or another on his phone, looked up at her with a sympathetic smile. 

Maybe we could play a game, he signed, might get the love-birds to chill for a minute or two.

”You saw what happened with Uno.” She said forlornly. “Any competitive game we have just pisses Mischa off. We can’t do anything right.” 

It does not have to be competitive, Ricky argued. We could play truth or dare. 

”Ricky, you’re brilliant.” Ocean clapped her hands together. “Guys! Come back to the living room, we’re playing truth or dare whether you like it or not!” 

Reluctantly in some cases, the rest of the choir agreed. They gathered into a tight circle around the coffee table. 

It was my idea, so I’m starting. Ricky stated. He turned to Noel. Truth or dare? 

Noel pondered this for a moment. “Truth.”

When is the last time you wet the bed?

Noel’s face went bright red. “Of all questions to ask, that one?”

Yes.

“Not since like…fifth grade.”

”Fifth grade?” Penny questioned. “That’s a little bit recent if you ask me!”

”He was a chronic bed-wetter in elementary school.” Constance said sadly, as if she were notifying the group of a loss in the family, to which Noel blushed even more and pressed his face into Mischa’s chest. 

After a good three minutes of sitting in awkward silence, Noel looked up from his spot in the crook of his boyfriend’s arm. “Constance. Truth or dare?”

”Truth.” Constance said immediatly. Ricky signed out: CHICKEN! But nobody seemed to notice.

”If you had to cut one of your friends out of your life, who would it be?” 

Constance pondered this for a moment. “Uhm…” she glanced at Ocean. “I’ll skip.” 

Ocean glared at her. “No no. Answer.” Constance’s face went pale. “No! Uhm…Mischa, truth or dare?” 

Mischa grinned. “Dare.” 

Constance thought about this for a moment. “Show us the last photo in your phone.”

Mischa opened his photos app. He tapped the first one—a particularly unflattering shot of Noel. Noel glared at him, but Mischa pressed a kiss to his lips and Noel curled up again. 

“Penny, your go.” Mischa said, stroking Noel’s hair as the shorter boy stared up at him, annoyed, but didn’t get up. 

“Dare!” Penny beamed. “I’m no chicken.” 

Mischa stretched out on his place on the sofa. “Kiss the hottest person in the room.” 

“That’s a little extreme.” Noel noted, worriedly glancing at Mischa, then staring back at Penny. “I love it.” 

Penny took a moment to gather her composure, stood up…

..And advanced on Ocean. 

Within seconds, their lips met in a flurry of passion. Both were blushing like hell, and Ocean could see Ricky and Constance staring with wide eyes. Mischa was laughing, and Noel had a very ‘I told you so’ look on his face. 

Penny’s lips were soft and supple. Her breath, which Ocean was well aware of as it was blowing in her direction, smelled of bubblegum. Ocean hated that she was enjoying this. 

Penny pulled away, panting. Their eyes met. 

“Woah, keep it PG there.” Mischa smirked. And at that point, Ocean was too flustered to say another word. 

She felt herself getting lightheaded. The entire group, including Penny, was staring at her. That was it. 

Ocean passed out on the couch. 

“Ocean! Ocean!” She awoke to a hand on her shoulder, shaking her vigorously. “Come on, asshole, get up!”

”Language!” Her eyes flashed open. Noel was hovering over her. The others seemed to have given them some space. 

 He helped Ocean up into a sitting position. “You were out for a solid ten minutes.” Noel explained, “I thought you were dying. A little disappointing, to be honest.” 

She didn’t even have the wits to punch him in the arm. “What was that? It’s…it’s a sin! But…I liked it?”

Noel smirked. “Ocean, answer me honestly here. Have you, ah, ever felt attraction to women? Because it kind of seems like…”

”Noel! Are you implying that I’m a…a lesbian?” 

“I don’t know. Are you a lesbian?”

 Ocean whined and kicked her feet. “I don’t know! It’s like…Penny’s really, really pretty. And… I liked when she kissed me. But it’s wrong. I’ve never…”

Noel put a finger to his lips. “You and I haven’t seen eye to eye on something since third grade when we both agreed that the pink Power Ranger was the best one, but you know…we’re still friends. And I think maybe you need some help coming out.”

”Coming…out.” She winced. The words felt odd coming from her mouth. 

Noel nodded. “The others are in the kitchen, making popcorn. I wanted to be here when you got up to talk you through it. I have experience. Now uhm…do you like dudes too?”

”I’ve never thought too hard about it.” She admitted. “I was always pretty focused on my education, never really bothered thinking too much about boys or girls. But now that we’ve graduated St. Cassian’s…”

”You find yourself thinking about Penny more and more?”

”Exactly.”

Noel’s gaze softened. “Yeah, Ocean…if it makes you feel better, I took a while to come out too. Now go get your girl, you horrible succubus.” 

Ocean flashed an angered look at him. She stepped out into the kitchen, where Constance was yelling at an annoyed Mischa to get out the vacuum to clean up their mess of popcorn and corn chips, Ricky was frantically signing every cuss word he knew, and Penny was gazing wistfully out the window. 

“Penny…” Ocean tapped her on the shoulder. “Can I have a word with you?”

Penny turned to her, those doe-like eyes searing into her soul. Her lashes fluttered, making Ocean’s heart leap. 

“Of course.” Penny smiled. She got up and led Ocean to a private area, the large closet in the hallway.

”What is it? Is it about the kiss? I’m really sorry, I probably should have asked for consent. Never again, I swear.” Penny said, hands held above her chest defensively. 

“No, no,” Ocean waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not it…well, it is, but…” she gulped, “Noel talked me through it a little bit. I’m not even close to understanding who I am, not yet, but what I do know is…I like you, Penny.”

Penny gave a soft, gentle smile. Her hand moved to Ocean’s cheek, letting the redhead nuzzle into it. “I like you too. And you’re sure that’s okay?”

”To be honest? I feel sort of guilty about it, but…that’s only natural, right?”

Penny chuckled lightly. “That’s right. Now…can I kiss you again? With consent this time!”

Ocean smiled up at her. She stood up on her tippy-toes, and her lips touched Penny’s for one more blissful moment.

Snap! 

The girls turned around at the sound of a camera flash. Ricky was standing there with a smug grin, his phone in his hand. 

He tucked it away then carefully signed out a single sentence:

I knew it.