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stalemate. spencer reid

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summary: spencer reid isn't very fond of you, and that you understand. you aren't fond of him either.

a/n: this was the first spencer thing i wrote and since i cant write a lot rn , i’ll push this out for u guys!! enjoy <33 lmk if you want a p2 🤍

the team didn't welcome you coldly, but they didn't hold their arms open for you to run in, either. you understand completely. they're a family, and have worked together efficiently without you for long enough to not need a second opinion from you. yet a help wanted slot was posted and you have been waiting for an excuse to transfer out of your shitty department anyway, so you didn't have anything to loose. however, now that you sit here listening to the entire team's hearty laughter bouncing off the walls, you regret ever coming to this 'celebration,' or whatever. you regret transferring out of your old department. it was shitty, but it wasn't as shitty as this.

you feel inferior, swirling the noodles in your plate absentmindedly as you think about whether or not your old boss would let you in if you come crawling back. because you would. in a heartbeat. the bau's giggles and inside jokes were foreign to you, and you didn't want to sulk in case of ruining their mood but you can't start smiling and pretending that you fit in either; that's even worse. you would excuse yourself, saying how it's late and everything, but it's fucking seven thirty. and considering how you're surrounded by the best profilers in the fucking nation, they will read the excuses by just a single glance at your face. you'd rather not risk it.

it's not like anyone's rude to you either. you look at jj, then prentiss, then to garcia. they're all leaning into each other, completely in their element. hotch is looking at them affectionately, and you rarely see the man smile but he's smiling now, at peace. then you glance at morgan, who has his arm thrown over reid, drunkenly singing and-

reid.

it's not like anyone's rude to you, except for dr. reid, who's always on his fucking guard and keeps to himself like he's all so superior and mysterious, a man with 3 ph.d's and smarter than everyone in the room and loves to remind everyone of it.

you don't realize you were staring until he catches your eye, and you immediately look away, indignant and scowling at yourself for being caught. you stab at a piece of red pepper with your fork and aggressively bite at it. fucking doctor spencer reid, you think bitterly. he looks so miserable and irritated all the time and you hope it stays that way.

***

flashback~

it's your first day at the bau and you're so excited you can't even keep your breakfast down. you've been waiting for a breakthrough your entire career, and today is the day. you heard about what it was like working in the bau from people who have watched them. they're a family.

as you button your blouse, you grow giddy at the thought of what today would turn out to be like. everyone will introduce yourself to you, and you'll take turn complimenting each other, and then you'll find an obscure interest with every single one of them to connect over. they're a caring family, and you can't wait to receive and give some of the care as you become apart of the team. you leave with your brown bag hanging over your shoulder and a pretty, modest outfit, with your hair done not too deliberately.

the people who told you the bau is like a family was right. as you introduce yourself to them, you can't help but like these people. there is something so effortlessly cool about them, making you drawn to them immediately. jj was at the front door first, waiting to walk you in, introducing herself and the moment she finished a short woman runs towards you, jewels on her ears neck and arms clinking together as she throws herself at you, and the hug feels like one from your favorite aunt. "it's been so long since we had someone new around here!" she squealed. "i'm penny garcia!"

a woman with black hair was lingering around nearby too, and she spoke cooly and slowly, the complete opposite of garcia, "i'm emily prentiss." a man behind a cubicle poked out, his eyes kind and cheerful. he winked and said his name was derek morgan.

"you already met gideon and hotch when they interviewed you, hotch's out right now, he'll be back by afternoon. gideon's getting his morning donuts. and there's reid too," says jj. "but...hey, where's reid?"

the entire team looked around. you didn't know who to look for, but you looked around anyway.

"he was just here a second ago," penny said. "maybe he went to make copies of something."

"you'll see him later," jj brushed it off, "he haunts the place. reid is about your age, comes here early and leaves late. i'm gonna show you to your new cubicle, 'kay?"

you had nodded. jj assigned you a packet to look over, and the hour passed by with you concentrating on the packet and exchanging brief small talk with everyone to get to know them. the absent reid never showed up. by the third hour, your fingers were twitching for a coffee. you set the packet down and walked over to penny's desk, since she was the nicest and least intimidating out of all the agents. "hey," you said, slightly shy. "is there a coffee machine...?"

"oh! yeah, i forgot," she jolted from her seat. the energy in that woman never cease to surprise you. "we should've given you a tour. the lunch room is right down the hall, honey."

"grab me a coffee too while you're there, yeah?" prentiss called out to you from her desk. "black. thanks, y/l/n."

you nodded. you didn't mind picking up another cup, and doing favors for someone does make them like you better and you really wanted to fit in with the team. there was no way in hell you're going back to your old desk job; it lacked the adventure you needed and the people there had no soul to them--you shuddered at just thinking about going back there.

you found the break room with no issue and immediately bee-lined for the coffee machine. you started on prentiss' first, grabbing the green starbucks black-coffee pod from the stand. a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"she takes nespresso."

shocked, you whipped around. at the small lunch table, with papers spread everywhere was a man with brown curly hair, pushed back and out of his eyes. he looked unimpressed. you recognized him immediately; he must be the famous doctor reid who was absent from his desk all day.

flustered, you take the pod back out and puts it back in the stand, taking out nespresso. you knew better than to doubt the guy; he probably heard prentiss' voice asking for coffee and he's been around for ages, he knows what coffee she drinks. "sorry," you muttered. "she didn't specify."

he blinked slowly, and if you had just focused on his eyes alone, you would've immediately been comforted; he had kind, doe eyes, patient and gentle. the scowl on his lips and the flare of his nostrils told you otherwise, though. he didn't like you, and he's not even bothering to hide the fact. while the coffee machine whirls, you stand there awkwardly, and reid scoffed an unamused snort looking at you before turning back to his papers. you turned your back to him and stare at the steam gathering on top of the pot.

what the fuck? you didn't expect to start beef with your coworker on your first day, and yet...you rack through your mind--what did you do? maybe you offended him once on the street and he remembered your face? but you have never seen him before, you're good with faces, and if you had seen a face as pretty as his, you'd remember.

at that thought, you mentally scowled yourself. he gets annoyed just from looking at you, dumbass, you chided yourself. the coffee machine beeps, and you poured out a cup, before starting on your own.

"are you the new agent?" reid spoke again, his voice flat and emotionless but you're no newbie to the game, you knew the hostility was there.

"i am," you said, turning around and found that he was already looking at you, trying to sound as confident as possible. you thought it worked, but when his eyes racked your face for tells, you hesitated. "i'm y/n y/l/n."

"i'm spencer reid," he said. you hide your grimace. i know. "sorry i didn't come out to greet you with everyone, i was kind of caught up," he said, gesturing to the messy pile of papers on the table, but his voice didn't sound apologetic at all. you could take a hint.

"no worries," you said lightly, "i understand."

he narrowed his eyes. you repeated what you said in your head. it was a perfectly normal thing to say. what was suspicious about it? he nodded once, and the coffee machine came to save the day as it beeped softly. you turned around, poured yourself a cup, then headed for the door as fast as you could manage.

"it's nice to meet you doctor reid," you said hurriedly as you're out the door, remembering your etiquette. you want everyone here to like you, remember?

"likewise." he said shortly. and that was that.

end flashback.

***

you've been working at the bau for five months now. you'd say you know everyone pretty well, and the team made room for you to slip into their lives generously. all of them except for--predictably--doctor spencer reid. he keeps his guard up dangerously high and whenever he does decide to acknowledge or address you, it's to prove you wrong or to tell you that you're on to jackshit and you should shut the fuck up.

well. he never said that to you specifically, but you know he wanted to say it. it probably recites in his mind like a mantra.

you thought you had got along with everyone pretty well, minus the doctor you won't speak of, but now that you're sitting here at this team party, you realize you haven't made any progress at all. the team doesn't need you; since you're on the team, all they can do is to be polite to you and accept you as one of their own, but at the end of the day, they're a family and you're just the stray cat lurking outside their house looking for any spare food or love.

outside the office, jareau, prentiss, garcia, hotch, morgan and reid becomes jj, em, pen, still hotch (but more affectionately), derek and spence and you stay as y/l/n. you're tough, and it shouldn't make you feel so upset but it does. you suck it up and laugh along with everyone and you are fine with that, as long as at the end of the day, you get to throw yourself in bed and scream the frustration out into your pillow. it was starting to look up a little bit, until doctor spencer fucking reid has to go butch it all up.

jj and emily has their heads all together along with penelope as they shout out which man she should swipe right on tinder and somehow, you found yourself sandwiched in the middle of these women, genuine tears springing up to your eyes from how hard you're laughing. emily is creative with her insults and it leaves you and jj hanging onto each other shaking with laughter, holding each other in place so that the both of you wouldn't end up on the floor. you feel good. when you look up, however, you see reid's sneering, obnoxious face looking back at you, a beer on his lips and morgan talking next to him but he's more busy looking down on you. for the past five months, you've been letting it slide--emily had pulled you over once and told you how reid feels about change, and you tried to get it, you really tried, but there are limits to your trying.

you try to ignore him and turn back to penelope's phone, jj and emily oblivious and still going at it and yelling out "left! left! dear god, get that man off the screen!" but the excitement is drained out of you. you shake the thought in your head; it's not that serious, you tell yourself, but another part fights back. it is serious. he might be smarter, and more experienced, and works faster, and better, but you both have the same job. he doesn't have any right to be such a fucking dick, and what the hell did you even do? you had just walked in the office one day and when he looked at your face, he had decided immediately that he wanted you gone and have tried to express it as openly as possible ever since.

you don't understand, and you don't know what you did to deserve being so looked down and underestimated. and it hurts, too, and from just a single read of your face he must've known how much you wanted it, to be apart of the team; he's definitely doing it deliberately.

okay, the last part isn't true. you're just paranoid. you untangle yourself from the group, saying over and over again "gotta use the restroom guys...i'm sorry, i'm sorry--" and when the attention is off of you, you walk over to spencer and grabbed at the tacky sweater he has on, dragging him up.

"hey," he whines, annoyed but giving up to you easily. you can sense morgan's amused stare but you ignore it. when you're both almost out the door, he yanks himself out of your grip. "i can walk by myself, okay?" it's dark, but you know he rolled his eyes. you lead him outside to the back of the place and he follows closely behind, but not without grumbling about it. "what do you need?"

you pat your back pockets for your pack and the front pocket for your lighter. usually, you'd ask your company if they're okay with you smoking, but that's the last thing you'd be doing when it comes to spencer. cupping your hand over the cig to prevent wind, you light the cigarette up.

"you smoke?" spencer asks. he sounds surprised.

"sometimes," you inhale, keeps the smoke in your lungs for a second, and exhales, making sure most of it blows into spencer's face. you can tell that it did, but he didn't cough. poker face, you'll give him that.

you take a couple more breaths and spencer (surprisingly) waits for you silently, and when you don't feel like smoking anymore, you throw the cig on the ground and grind it with the rough heel of your boot. you look up at him.

sometimes, you get mad at spencer for how unreasonably pretty he is. he has these big eyes that you swear has glitter in them because they're so fucking beautiful in the sun and when he smiles (which is rarely, around you) the lines on the sides of his face scrunches up like a chipmunk and his eyes would crinkle until it disappears from how wide his smile is. it makes you want to bash your head inwards.

the moon, shining on his face and highlighting his high cheekbones and the wisps of his curls is not helping your case right now. you wonder how a person so beautiful can have such an ugly personality. you know that spencer's personality is not entirely ugly, though; you've seen the way he acts around the team, but when it's you, he transform into an entirely different person. no one has ever been able to tell you why. he's nerdy and giggly and has this charming, childish energy to him when he talks, and you've seen it, inside meetings you're not in and when he doesn't know that you're around.

you're sick of it. without his cruel act, you think you and spencer would make great friends. he's the only person about the same age as you in the bau, and he takes the train home, just like you do. he's afraid of walking past this creepy abandoned movie theater on his way there and you are too. you both read toni morrison and children's books. it's a shame.

you look at him, and it's the only thing you can think about. it's a shame.

"why do you hate me, reid?"

you mean for the sentence to sound demanding, like a confrontation but it comes out weak and wobbly. you feel your guts being punched out of your body from the embarrassment. you sound pathetic, and you're afraid to look up, afraid to see the ridicule on spencer's face and you wouldn't blame him for it. but all you received is silence and when you look up, spencer just looks confused. he stands there like a victim when he's the one who's been acting like nothing but a total ass to you. and that caused the rage you needed.

"answer the damn question, doctor," you say harshly. this unfreezes his out of his trance, and he looks down. it's quiet for a while, and right when you were about to start demanding again, he says, quietly:

"i don't hate you."

and it sounds like a bad fucking lie.

"you don't hate me?" you ask, your voice a lot calmer than how you feel. "you don't hate me but every time i open my mouth it offends you? you don't hate me but you sneer at me all day long, every single time i look at you you're already looking at me thinking about how fucking stupid i am. you don't hate me but on my first day you abandoned your desk to work in the fucking lunch room because you didn't want to see my face. i don't know what the fuck i did to upset you, reid, but whatever i did i don't deserve this bullshit you're putting me up with!" you didn't realize that your voice was getting progressively louder until you're yelling, unconcerned and unaware of the raging party inside. "i get that you don't like me, okay, but i-"

your yell turns into a gasp when spencer grabs your face and crash his lips against yours, aggressive and all teeth. before you could even register what's happening your body goes pliant and you unconsciously lean in, but then spencer rips away and you and shoves you forward like some cheap doll.

"what the fuck?" you murmur to yourself, trying to gain back your balance and spencer's quick to catch you swaying on your feet. his hand finds its way to your mouth.

"goddamn it y/n, keep it down," he whisper-yells. "the entire team must've heard you--"

"get off of me!" you demand, but it sounds muffled and distorted through his hand . you thrash around but he holds you steady, too firm for you to fight against.

"promise not to scream and i will," spencer grimaces. you go limp and quiet and he slowly moves his hand and then backs away, like some scared deer. "wasn't that so hard?"

you stare at him. he's leaning on the railing now, looking at the moon. the moon looks back at him.

you try not to think about the small seconds after he’d kissed you and what it meant. it means nothing. "there are better way for you to get me to be quiet," you say, a little bit angrily. you should be fuming, but you find that you no longer have the energy. he turns to you.

"i didn't think it through."

"you not thinking through something?" you snort humorlessly. "i guess there's a first time for everything."

spencer sighs. “y/n…”

it’s the first time he’s called you by your first name, and it doesn’t help his case at all. "you still haven't answer my question, reid," you say, as coldly as possible (which is not much, admittedly. all the rage you've bottled up over these past few months you've already wasted on that rant and now you just feel tired. and you want to go home).

"i'm afraid i don't have an answer you'll be satisfied with, y/l/n," spencer spits back, matching your tone. maybe even colder. it shocks you a little, how a person with that sweet of a face and voice can be this much of an asshole. it's a waste of a human, honestly.

and it's not that you're saying spencer reid is handsome, either, because handsome doesn't mean anything if the person is a jerk. but everyone can admit he's easy on the eyes. conventionally attractive, one could say. a conventionally attractive jackass, one could also say.

"you're saying you just hate on me for so reason?" you say. "i'm a profiler too, reid, not some intern running around bringing everybody coffee. i see the way you are with other people. you act like a fucking angel, kind and considerate, but when it comes to me--"

"the team, they're my family, y/l/n," he snaps, "i'm sorry for not treating you like family when you're just a stranger." and it hurt, but you give him that one. you know that you're not one of them, it's been made painfully obvious to you, on multiple occasions, each blow harder than the last. but that's no excuse to treat you like a piece of shit, like a brick laying on his way. what, did he act like that with everyone too when he first entered the job? causing scenes with emily and hoping she won't punch him in the face for it?

"i'm not asking you to treat me like family, reid," you grit through your teeth. for a genius, he can be so fucking dense. "i'm just asking you to treat me like a coworker and not some inexperienced kid who just waltzed into the place with no qualifications. is that too much for me to ask?"

he stay silent at that. a breeze visits, and his curls dance. you unconsciously wipe at your lips, the feel and memory of it still photographic on your mind.

after a while, you get tired of waiting. "if you're not going to say anything, i'm going home, reid," you say finally, not expecting a response and not receiving one. not surprised, you turned away and start to head inside. you stop by the door. "i know i'm not really 'part of the team,'" you say, scared that you might sound too honest but it's hard to care too much now, "it's too late for me to transfer back to my old department, they've already replaced me. if i could, i would, and get out of your hair. i guess i'm sorry for not being what you expected."

the moment the words slipped out your mouth, you cringe. you're starting to sound way too weak and you don't want to sound that way, especially not in front of spencer reid, who's probably going to torment and laugh at you inside his big ass head forever. you leave before you can say anything else even more stupid and humiliating. spencer doesn't leave his spot.

***

when you come into work the next morning, it's like the entire world flipped.

there's a fresh cup of coffee sitting on your desk, still steaming and the logo on it says it was from the coffee shop close to the office. when you look around, trying to find the perpetrator you catch emily's eye across the bullpen, who smirk and shrug innocently.

you stride over to her cubicle, eyes glancing briefly over spencer's. his satchel is there, but he's nowhere to be found. you set the cup on her desk, the hard paper making a loud, confrontational sound. "explain."

"i don't know what you're talking about," she says, blinking her lashes. emily can be a great liar when she wants to, and right now, it's like she's not even trying to put in the effort. you narrow your eyes. something's definitely fishy.

"yes you do. tell me."

"i don't know what you're talking about," she repeats, stubborn and sly about it. "somethings should explain themselves."

"who left coffee on my desk this morning, prentiss?" you demand, a step away from stomping your feet like a child. she's playing unfair.

"take a sip," emily says, a suspiciously plotting smile on her painted lips. "see if he got the order right."

"so it's a he," you say accusingly. "you do know who it is!"

"'course i do," she scoffs. "now take a sip."

you could only oblige. bringing the cup close to your lips, you take a precautionary sniff. "there's no poison in here, is there?"

emily snorts. you take a careful sip, clicking your tongue, judging, and then tipping your head back and getting a large gulp. it's possibly the best coffee you've ever had in your life. you don't know why you haven't visited the place earlier. it's definitely exactly what you take in your coffee, alright, but better. it's sweeter but sharper, and it tastes like heaven on earth. you could bathe in it if you could. it's godsend, and that's an understatement.

"jesus christ," you breathe, looking at the sticker on the cup in wonder. emily chuckles.

"so he did get the order right," she says proudly. "knew he would."

"emilyy," you move onto your next strategy. if pressure doesn't work, bribery will. "who bought me this. tell me and i'll bring you coffee from this place everyday for a month." it's a win-win for both sides. you're going to start visiting this place from now on anyway, might as well pick up an extra one for her. it's a small price to pay for such a sacred piece of information.

emily remains firmly resilient, not falling into your bribes. it's fair, emily takes black, and it's hard to mess black coffee up. it probably tastes the same everywhere. damn her. "two months," you challenge. nothing. "three!"

bribery, crossed off the list. next strategy. if bribery doesn't work, whining will.

"emilyy," you cry, clutching onto the coffee as you turn her chair back and forth, spinning her in frustration. "please,"

perfect timing as always, hotch passes by, coffee cup in his hand and files in the other, frown already edged on his face despite it being so early in the morning. "y/l/n," he scolds. "stop bothering prentiss and start on your paperwork. prentiss, no phones."

without another word and two eyerolls behind him, hotch walks away. you start towards your desk but you leveled emily with your best puppy eyes, but she doesn't budge. you settle at your desk, and start pulling out things from your bag. if she doesn't want to give you the information, you'll figure it out yourself.

so a guy bought you coffee. thank god there isn't many guys in the bau, making the list easier for you to narrow down. drawing up a mental checklist, you immediately cross spencer reid off, making sure his name is blacked out by a red marker, memories of last night are still floating around in your brain.

morgan is next on your list. he is a plausible target. he's a sweet talker, after all, and loves to flirt, but the person he would bring coffee to is garcia, not you. they're basically work spouses. and if it was him, why would he start bringing coffee to you now, all the sudden? and there's no way morgan would've known how you liked your coffee, he doesn't remember his own sometimes and liked to switch things up. morgan gets crossed off lightly with a number two pencil.

hotch is next. definitely not. he doesn't even offer to pay at social events (but always end up paying). he shouldn't even be on your list. crossed off lightly with a number two pencil.

rossi. rossi's got the mind storecloud of a computer, he knows everything and pays attention to everything and remembers everything. its what makes him such a good unit chief. so he definitely would've remembered how you take your coffee. he probably knows how everyone in the entire fbi takes their coffee. but if it was rossi, emily wouldn't have been so sly and secretive about it, because there's nothing special to hide. rossi gets in one of his affectionate moods sometimes and is pretty obvious about it. once he got garcia a whole box of designer chocolates, or whatever those were. rossi's name gets crossed off lightly with a number two pencil.

you evaluate your list, stumped. you start lingering on spencer reid's blacked out name, considering it before scolding at yourself. no chance.

"whatcha thinkin' so hard about?" penelope asks lightheartedly, bouncing by. she stops at your desk, an inquisitive smile on her face. you look up and she squeals. "ooh, your coffee's received!"

your attention's immediately grabbed. "you know who bought me this?"

"don't know a thing!" penelope sings. she does a zipping motion at her mouth, throwing the zip away. "ping! the zip is down the drain."

"what are you and emily hiding from me?" you demand. "however much the guy is paying you to keep quiet, i'll pay you double!"

penelope whistles, and emily spins around in her chair to face you. "that is a pretty good deal," penelope says. "but the guy paid us his loyalties, and well..."

you sigh in defeat.

"and unlimited donuts every monday from now on," emily quips.

"i can do the unlimited donuts!" you say enthusiastically. finally, something you can work with. "every monday and fridays. how about that?"

"sorry honey, no deal," penelope grins, flaunting away. emily smirks irritatingly from across the room. you go back to work, but your mind lingers on the list.

who?

***

the coffees start to become a stable. you found that it's no use picking up your new favorite coffee from the shop because when you walk into the office, there'll be one waiting for you, still hot.

the profiler gears start turning. it has to be someone who arrives only minutes before you. maybe a secret admirer from another department? but then there would be an identifying note, a card for a date or something. no secret admirer would go under the radar for that long, and how you he know how you take your coffee?

you crafted a plan. you're going to start coming to work a ten minutes earlier and hide out in the dark. it should've been an immediate solution, but its so desperate you wanted to have it as your last resort. when you have bribed and begged everyone on the team for the identity of this man since apparently the entire team fucking knows and wants to keep from you, you decide you have to pull out your one last ace.

right before the morning that you were going to do it though, the entire team got flown out to arizona.

you'll do it when you get back.

***

something is extremely strange about spencer reid.

he's been strange ever since the night you dubbed in your head as the conversation, avoiding talking to you unless he absolutely has to and when you do get partnered up together, he would treat you like an acquaintance. not a rival. it's a fresh breath of air from being the end of his cruel comments to someone he's reluctant to work with, but it's definitely an upgrade.

so you did manage to get through his thick head.

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Group one

A cycle has just been completed in terms of love and romance and either you or someone else did not this to happen. They're almost like, dramatic about that.someone involved , you or someone connected to yourself somehow, is overly focused on love and it stresses them out and it feels extreme though I can't pick up on any situation extreme enough to justify this. Someone could have insomnia and or hair loss you could also possibly see someone's tiredness in their eyes. Someone's money might be affected. I keep picking up on a a group of, as in multiple, people. Either someone here is polyamorous and if that's the case it has something to do with denial about something or the want to be in control of something or someone, or for others there's a group of people you're dealing with and they're "heated " about something . I also heard " eyeing you" who the hell uses phrases like this if you know that's a confirmation for ya. You have a group of people somewhat obsessed they seem like obsessed people in general they may be obsessed with something to do with you or just you, I'm also picking up on one individual who has something to do with you that (is very weird, and the groups I'm picking up on more or less give me weird vibes,) well connected to this person I'm getting something about childhood and I'm seeing candy this is really weird and I just involuntarily made an angry or confused look with my eyebrows you know I pushed them down I don't know why. This person may have known you for a long time or thinks they do or something idk this is super strange g make sure you're not overly trusting of every single person ever in your life you know. Someone also could be trying to take something that isn't theirs. Lock your doors , literally. Wow.sorry y'all . Genuinely. I also am somehow picking up on someone's long straight hair and something about glitter. I also saw a purple dress.

Group Two

You guys are easily manipulated and people who are going to want to manipulate you can notice this probably way more than you can about yourself also someone needs to not bite their fork when they take a bite of food it's bad for your teeth I don't know how or why that would come up for me to say sorry. Somebody needs to literally or metaphorically open a window. Um you're on the path to love and it will happen exactly when it's supposed to how it's supposed to with who it's supposed to and honestly unless you really go out of your way you may not have any romance at all until then even if that isn't what you want like for some reason I guess it depends but either your soul wants people in the meantime or you want someone sooner or what I don't know it just don't work like that though you know. I'm generally getting like if you're the type to hope your person isn't with anyone else before they meet you then this is probably for you also. Or your person is like this and I guess they are somewhat powerful cause therefore that's the way it's gonna be and in the meantime I guess you're gonna have to be solo. Somehow this seems better and more productive for your personal development than learning by Interacting with other people and being with "karmics" and stuff.

Group Three

I'm seeing two energies that are basically, literally, nothing alike. Yet somehow they're paired up. You're with this person right now in the past or future or you wanted or want to be with them lol. Some of you it's your soulmate ,though and that's really special and actually really cool and refreshing. Like 99% of you are supposed to at least at one point be with someone like this to you. Or for like very few of you this is just about your signs like fire and water but I really doubt that's as far as it goes you are probably very different either way. You guys are very deep and cool refreshing people very beautiful , good listeners and balanced. Someone has ADHD or something else so you might doubt the good listener thing I'm getting but I think you pay attention to detail or something like somehow this is still infact accurate and you may be don't see it about yourself . I think you all are very deep mentally and have a deep capacity to hold a lot lot lot of information, knowledge, wisdom, n stuff. A lot of people might be drawn to you or notice you and also possibly a lot of different types of people as something about you a lot of different people can still connect with somehow. Yeah also someone's a hater here though and they might tease you with something somehow so I really hope you stay aware of that possibility, realize this about whoever they are and stand up for yourself basically I feel like you have the potential to retaliate and as long as it is nothing illegal I kind of feel like saying I want you to . ????????? I don't know o feel like it would be really satisfying maybe to your guides or it is when you do, fight back or argue cause you're good at it and it would not be easy to win against you or come up with any comeback especially if you plan something. Wow. Hahaha. I'm leaving it here.

I heard desperado and I know three songs called that well two are just remixes of the og you could look up the og or the Mike bars desperado lol . Or just the word maybe is significant, goes with your picture anyway. I feel like most of you that will hear the song will just like the song lol . I can dig it

Group Four

There was a conditional love given and when this was taken away it had someone really stressed out and hurt. Someone was being a complete dick that was giving love conditionally and then stopped . I feel like the shit they do or say is old as f... Like it's ugly and getting old man anyway. This very well could be past energy like long long ago for some of you. This person might have lied. They might be selfish. They may be downplaying your come up or they will when you do come up. Or some , even saying you don't deserve it but I'm being shown you very clearly do. Like this person only gets dustier through time nobody is ever gonna pick up this old kick knack and undust them theyre old and lame. I'm picking up on like, when people say the type of person that peaked in high school. Yeah so this person has their qualities but eventually everyone's like ok whatever yawn. They're definitely super greedy as I just got a card saying " GREED " lol. In terms of future love y'all will be good I'm picking up generally most of you just need to become more comfortable within yourself first and I'm picking up on like cozy night chilling and watching movies and stuff by yourself or with a pet even a friend but you get me just learning to be content also and have good times like that without the need for someone else romantically. Either way somehow some time after you get into that energy a person will come along softly and surely and it will be really nice and happy . Around that time maybe shortly after you will have something happen positive when it comes to work or their work . I also channeled the movie my big fat Greek wedding as I was channeling this last part haha so I thought I should mention that, I know I'm partially Greek and always loved that movie. Someone might like telling stories ? But yeah in the movie she has a glow up and then she sees this guy she thought was cute again and things just worked out and he asked her out and they fell in love it was just simple smooth and sweet and the timing matched up with what I said may happen for you so that's really cute y'all stay hopeful and focus on relaxation. And for some of you if you know this is true though also studying .

#pac reading #free tarot readings #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pac #pick a card #pick a picture #tarot reading #tarot pac #pac tarot #tarot love reading #love pac #love reading #love tarot reading

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garblegarden · 23 days

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Some of my confibulan characters! @quimiri and I drafted up another species of alien to play around with. Confibula is a 4-star system, 3 of which have planets around them, and the world where palindromes live isn't the only one with life.

The palindrome/phony world is a terrestrial planet orbiting Confibula Ba, a yellow main sequence star. There's also Confibula Bb, a white main sequence star, with its own set of planets.

On one of such planets live the Forks, Bifurcators, Branches, Fingers, Deelybobbers, "Freaky Starfish" among other names, because we can't decide, a powerful spacefaring race who can split their limbs in half over and over again.

Anyways, here's everyone:

Human Guy: A human who crashlanded on the palindrome world. Humans don't live on Confibula (Ba, d) anymore, and he's been stuck for quite some time so he's stopped believing he'll get to go home and started composing a travelogue about the world. He travels with Patrick, a palindrome.

Patrick: A palindrome who, to many other palindromes' discomfort, walks around naked everywhere and also walks around with an alien everywhere. He was kicked out of his group in the woods and now lives in the grasslands with Human Guy.

Skunk: A phony, a highly mutated palindrome that looks like an earthly critter. They live in the saltpan desert, and I think they look cool.

Porcelain: A white morph coralline bifurcator. Close with Eigengrau. Has three base arms.

Eigengrau: A black morph stellate bifurcator. Close with Porcelain. Has seven base arms.

Cloth: A supercomputer and sentient AI that Porcelain and Eigengrau used to mine cryptocurrency, but then went missing. Fork computers are flexible sheets that can be folded up and crammed into all sorts of machines and devices, so this rendition of Cloth is naked.

All of these names are human exonyms, and they all have their own real names aside from these that they use among their own species.

#peak design in my opinion is a featureless shape with reaction diffusion patterns on it. i am so pleased with these #spec bio #speculative biology #aliens #palindromes #spec evo

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prince-dork-the-companion · 2 months

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Batfamily Presentation Night - Pizza - Cass

Masterlist

Cass: I'll go :)

Duke: Uh-oh.

Tim: Interested to see where this one goes.

Duke: Is this cheating? This feels like cheating.

Jason: When did you make this?

Cass: Before today. :)

Jason: I shouldn't be surprised.

Damian: That is a very useful visual.

Steph: I have nothing to say.

Duke: A good, hardworking employee.

Tim: We should get a cat and name it Cheese.

Damian: That is a horrible name for a cat.

Bruce: No.

Jason: Wh -

Duke: Are those turtles???

Bruce: Where did you get this image.

Cass: :)

Jason: B you have to explain.

Bruce: Cassandra.

Tim: So Bruce can have pet turtles, but when we do it's a problem? I see how it is.

Steph: Tim this is the perfect opportunity to go on your Jason Arc.

Jason: Your what?

Dick: Oh, I remember them! Those are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! They're vigilantes in New York. Super cool guys. Have a bit of an addiction to pizza, though.

Cass: And the sewers.

Dick: Yeah they live in sewers, it's kinda gross, but they're nice.

Jason: Please tell me this photo isn't in the New York sewers.

Tim: The rats, the rats... we're the rats...

Dick: Oh, that's a good one of me.

Bruce: Dick.

Dick: If you mention the rules about eating on patrol I will throw a fork at you.

Steph: Haven't we already discussed that, Bruce?

Dick: Y- WAIT!

Jason: [cackling]

Dick: So you HAVE been stealing my pizza??

[general laughter]

Steph: Why does that image look so sad...

Babs: Don't diss the deep dish.

Jason: Steph, you're not gonna say ANYTHING about the order it's in?

Steph: Nah it looks fine.

Duke: This is favouritism.

Steph: Sauce on top of cheese is a far cry from PINEAPPLE, DUKE.

Duke: It's good!!

Jason: It's not.

Jason: Wh-

Tim: Why are you so angry... What did that burger do to you...

Jason: CASS??

Cass: :)

Jason: I can't believe I have to move AGAIN.

Dick: You don't have to move every time we find your apartment.

Jason: It's called PRIVACY, DICK.

Duke: I'm unsure if I should be more concerned about what "Nemo" means or the Pinterest deck.

Jason: Pintrest deck?

Tim: [wheezes]

Dick: Nemo... does Jason eat goldfish crackers on his pizza??

Jason: GOLDFISH? Have you NEVER seen the movie finding Nemo?

Dick: I don't remember what kind of fish he is. Sorry for not having that information STORED AWAY in my brain.

Jason: It's a clownfish, Dick. Kind of like you.

Dick: I'm more of a Dory, I think.

Jason: No, you're those annoying ass seagulls.

Steph: Mine? Mine?

Cass: :)

Steph: EXCUSE ME?

Jason: Digiorno? You WILLINGLY eat DIGIORNO??

Steph: NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE TIME OR SKILL TO HARVEST AND PREPARE THEIR OWN PIZZAS, JASON

Jason: SO BUY SOME.

Dick: There's a really good pizza place on Poplar called Moe's. They give me free pizza.

Jason: Moe's is shit and you know it. I'd eat fucking Dominoes before I eat Moe's.

Dick: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Steph: Fight fight fight fight!

Duke: [wheezing]

Tim: Huh what?

Jason: I think I'm gonna be sick.

Dick: It could be worse.

Jason: I don't think it can get any worse than this. I can't believe we're related.

Babs: Y-

Dick: ANYWAYS.

Steph: Tim, you need help.

Duke: He's not the only one.

Steph: Duke, I take back everything I've said about your taste in pizza, this is a war crime.

Duke: This feels backhanded somehow.

Duke: Oh.

Jason: Hm.

Duke: I'll take it.

Steph: THREE STARS?? AND I ONLY GOT TWO???

Duke: L.

Steph: I'm going to unionize against Duke's union.

Bruce: Duke's what?

Jason: Pesto?

Cass: Hm?

Jason: Green pizza sauce. Was it pesto? Tastes like herbs, really notably the basil. It's alright. Not my favourite, but it's alright.

Cass: ...Yes. I think so.

Damian: Only four stars... what do I have to do to receive five stars?

Duke: Dude, are you trying to RIG the competition?

Dick: It's okay Dami, we tied!

Damian: I wish crush all of your pizza flavours.

Jason: There's the answer, kid.

Damian: Hn.

Duke: I smell bias.

Steph: No, no, she's got a point.

Duke: I feel enlightened. Good presentation, 7/10.

Jason: [muttering] So tired of fucking moving...

Dick: You don't have to move, little wing.

Jason: Fuck off.

Steph: I am going to hold off making my judgements but all of you know that Cass's presentation is the best.

Damian: I will go next, as mine is the objectively superior one.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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rzyraffek · 10 months

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Guys I suffer from jojo brainrot, I know its not my usual writing , but I need to get this out of my system. NO SPOILERS they/them pronouns, sfw, Request open

Also for obvious (and legal) reasons in josuke and okayasu ones reader is like 16.

Also I didnt finish jojo part4 yet so some stuff might be eee not accurate?

More jjba dating headcanons!!

Including Kars, Santana, young Joseph, Jonathan, Josuke, Speedwagon, Okuyasu

Kars

Homie will litteraly pet them. My guy has god complex, thinks that humans are so so smol and so so tiny

Picks them up like some lil baby and probably carries them around everywhere

S/o mostly just vibes in his huge mansion while Kars plots some evil emo stuff (again)

Quick reminder that this guy was doing ah mimimimi ah mimimimimi😴 for last few centuries so s/o has to explain him a lot of stuff

Imagine him getting jumpscared bcs your phone made a noise, or him just walking up to light switch and turing lights on and off repeatedly. Mans fascinated

Also guy is a walking muscle so no matter how big or smol s/o is they going to be picked up and carried around, probably he uses only one hand too btw

Pls brush his hair he will litteraly melt

Santana

...

"Human why you carry tiny talking square everywhere? Is it magical?"

My guy will take their phone and 'accidently' take 50selfies, but not in sexy way, but in 'his face is zoomed to camera and you see only his eyes and forehead' way

His love language is quality time, understanding and gifts

Hates germans btw

Will give them random stuff, like he will litteraly bring them a microwave and be like "human explain meaning of this". But also gives them shiny rocks, jewellery, hair accessories. If s/o wants a new car, my man gonna litteraly pick up first car he sees and bring it to them

I am convinced he eats food with his bare hands. S/o has to give him tutoral how to use knife and fork, he won't like it >:(

Young Joseph

Homeboy hands are everywhere, if my guy doesn't hold their hand, he is putting his hands on s/o shoulders or waist or just kisses them

Doing make-up together. And nails. And hair. All of this while shittalking his enemies and talking about all the drama.

Tequila Joseph first dragqueen in history btw

Never go on plane with him, no matter how romantinc he promises it will be. Do not

Also makes fun of Ceasar that Joseph was the first one to find a partner not him😍

S/o and Ceasar probably meet up sometimes to just complain about how dumb Joseph sometiems is😭

Will litteraly do anything to impress them frfr

Jonathan

Not boyfriend, but Husband material

My guy will be on walk with his homie speedwagon and litteraly act like teenager girl with crush. All blushy, shy and asking for advices

Gives them handfuls of flowers, but like Jonathan's sized handful (alot)

Loves walking with s/o and holding hands ofc

My boy will blush and die if s/o does first move

Pls s/o beat dio up he sucks

The best boy husband

Josuke

Bros gonna be so protective, like fr my guy will be worried if s/o goes to shop and doesn't come back in more than 20minutes

He will blush if s/o tries to hold his hand

Mumbles a lot about hair routine and hair products, and probably likes to comb s/o hair

Okayasu probably cried when he found out that Josuke has a partner btw

The sweetest boy alive

Guy will accidentally spoil them. Also they are basicly immortal due to all crazy daimon stuff

If s/o sees stands... OMG PLS pls hug his lil man, his stand i mean. It looks very hugable

Playing video games when s/o and josuke lied to his mom that you came over to teach him some school stuff>>

Okuyasu

This dude

This guy

Will litteraly beat anyone up, for no reason anyways. He just do be like that.

He is very dumb, please be patient

Isn't romantic, he tries to act cool and tough, but he is unintentionally cute! Like he will go to s/o house in middle of day, knock on door and he like "sup babygrill I bought you some ice cream"

If you guys play any kind of competitive game he might let them win! But he never tell them that of course

Also he is very physical, but not in romantic/sexy way but in 'dub me up homie/sup give me high five' hes very bromance. he also enjoys just leaning on them, like yall just stand waiting for bus and this dude will put like half his body weight on them

Once he had a nightmare and called them at 3am

Speedwagon

Btw sorry that characters are all over place and not organised, I am sleeby

My guy will shank anyone for you babe

Talks, a lot. So if s/o is a listener type, they will get along well

Goes to Jonathan and asks for advices about relationships!

S/o steals his hat and he pretends that he's offended, but pls dont stop you look cute!

My guy is very very...unorganised... total mess of a men if it comes to life. I dont even know if he has a house btw

Cuddles on couch when he's sure that noone is around>>>

Will read them to bed if that helps s/o fall asleep

He has poor eyesight but he doesnt wear glasses. Bonk him pls

#jojo x reader #jjba #jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #okuyasu my beloved #okuyasu x reader #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #speedwagon x reader #kars x reader #santana x reader #joseph jjba #jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #request open

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folklaur21 · 14 days

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Never Find Another Like Me

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire x fem!gryffindor!reader

Summary: When you and Enzo broke up, you promised him that he'd never find anyone like you. Despite trying to replace you, you are the only one who is on his mind.

Warnings: Flashbacks, use of Y/N, some perspective change (ish), kind of cheating at the end (but not really lol) & Cormac McLaggen is in this fic 🤮🤮🤮

Word Count: 1.8k

Right now, Lorenzo Berkshire was annoyed. No, he was beyond annoyed, he was pissed. There you were, sat at the Gryffindor table with Cormac McLaggen's arms wrapped around your shoulders as you giggled as if he's the funniest person in the world. Which he isn't. Enzo stabbed his bacon very aggressively with his fork and stared at you. How could you have moved on already. Granted, it had been two months since he had broken up with you, but surely you couldn't have found someone as good as him yet. And he couldn't believe the person you had chosen to move on with was the biggest douche in the school. Cormac Bloody McLaggen.

"Enzo, mate, you're spraying scrambled egg everywhere." Theodore Nott grimaced at his friend as he wiped egg from his robes. "What are you even looking- Oh."

"Yeah. Oh." Enzo replied, putting his cutlery down. "How could she have moved on already? It's only been two months."

"To be fair, Enz, you have been out with about ten different girls," Theo shrugged. "Who's to blame her? It looks like you've moved on."

"They didn't mean anything! I was just looking for some relief. A break. You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know. But you can't get mad at her for doing it too. You broke up with her, remember. This is your fault." Theo remarked as he went back to eating his breakfast.

Theo was right. He had been the one to end things. How stupid he was. Enzo glanced up at you once more, but this time he actually caught your eye. Flustered, he looked down at his plate and pushed his food around with his fork. How could he forget when he lost you?

"What do you mean, Enzo?"

You were quite mad now, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it, your boyfriend was breaking up with you, and you didn't even understand why.

"It's just... I think we need a break, that's all."

"Enzo, we're not Ross and Rachel. What the hell do you mean by a 'break'?" you ask, your resolve destroyed.

"Who are Ross and Rachel?" Enzo asks, confused.

"They're just characters from a Muggle TV show. It doesn't matter." you shake your head. "Why do we need a break? I know that I'm a handful." You pause for a moment before asking in a small voice. "Am I not good enough for you?"

Enzo sighs. "That's not what I said."

"It's what you meant though, wasn't it."

"Y/N-"

"No. I get it. You're the kind of guy that ladies want. And there's loads of cool chicks out there who aren't me. Trouble always seems to follow me."

"Please, it isn't that you're not good enough for me. Nobody said that. But I don't think we're right together. And, it's not you, it's me."

You roll your eyes. "Don't pull that card with me." You grab your wand off of Lorenzo's desk and take your coat from his bed. "Bye Lorenzo."

As you reach the door and open it, you turn around to face Lorenzo as you leave. "Enzo?"

"Yeah?"

"When it comes to a lover, I promise that you'll never find another like me." With that, you close the door and walk out, out of the Slytherin common room, out of the dungeons, and out of Enzo's life. Forever. Or so you thought.

And now you were here, sat in the Great Hall, talking to your friends whilst your boyfriend had an arm wrapped around you. Your boyfriend who wasn't Enzo. No Y/N, stop. You weren't supposed to be thinking about him. You were over him. People who are over their exes don't think about them.

But you aren't really over him. Not really. McLaggen is an awful person. He's not even funny to make up for it. So you thought one glance at the Slytherin table wouldn't do any harm. Just a look. But when you looked over, you couldn't look away. Until he looked back. Your eyes met. And now, all of a sudden, you wondered why you hadn't tried to ever fix things with the boy who broke your heart.

"Hey babe! Enzo!"

When you heard the name, your head whipped around. You were sat in the courtyard doing your Charms homework, when you saw Lavender Brown run over to Enzo and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. Ew. What was he doing with her?

"Hello darling. How has your day been?" Enzo said with a charming smile, warm enough to melt chocolate.

"It was good, thank you." Lavender said, giggling hysterically. So uncool. Why was he even with her anyways? He had always said how much he despised her. What had changed?

Enzo wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and the two of them made their way towards where you were sat, by the fountain.

"Hey Y/N!" Lavender chuckled. "How are you?"

"Good," is the only word you can get out before feeling like you want to throw up, grimacing as you say it.

"Well, my boyfriend, and I are going down to the Black Lake? Do you want to join us? You can bring Cormac." Lavender smirked again. It seemed as if she knew how frustrated this made you.

With a forced smile, you manage to say, "No thanks. I'm studying. I hope the two of you have loads of fun." You don't even try to disguise the hint of venom in your voice, glaring up at Lorenzo, who just stares into the distance, seeming to not have noticed your gaze.

"OK then. Bye Y/N. Enjoy studying." Lavender laughs as her and Enzo walk away. As you stare at the back of his head, you suddenly wish you had fought harder to keep Enzo.

"Mate, what's wrong? You've been distracted all lesson, and usually you love Potions." Theo nudges his friend while Snape isn't looking.

"Sorry." Enzo says, snapping out of his mini trance. "Just thinking about stuff."

Snape walked past their desk and to the front, making a comment on todays potion. Amortentia.

"Remember," he drawled, "to get the spelling correct in your notes. Spelling is fun."

Everyone in the class sniggered, trying to disguise it in front of their terrifying professor.

Theo continues his and Enzo's conversation after the class has settled down. "Well, you thinking about stuff is never good. What is it? Did Lavender break up with you?" Theo asks, putting his quill down.

"No. I broke up with her." Enzo says, picking at the corner of his parchment.

"Good. She wasn't right for you anyway. And you always had your tongues down each other's throats. A bit gross if you ask me." Theo shrugs nonchalantly. "Now, if it wasn't that, what's bothering you."

"It's nothing, honestly. Just... thinking about someone." Enzo says, as he looks over at you across the room. You were taking notes on the potion you were studying in your lesson today. Enzo smiled to himself as he watches you lick your lips as you focused on your work.

Theodore follows Enzo's gaze and sighs. "Is it Y/N? Again? Mate, I told you, you broke up with her, too." Theo looks at his friend knowingly. "If you want her back, you have to get her back. Yourself."

"But what is she doesn't want me back? What do I do then?"

"Well, if that happens, then you are back where you are now, but this time you'll be crying to me every night because you know that she doesn't feel the same way anymore." Theodore didn't have to worry about that. He knew you wanted him too. Theo was always there and saw you staring at his best friend, even when Enzo himself didn't notice. You loved Enzo and Enzo loved you. That's how it is. You were perfect for each other. And you just needed to believe it.

You rushed up to the top of the Astronomy Tower, clutching a piece of paper in your trembling hands that you had received at breakfast that morning from a random owl that you didn't recognise. You didn't recognise the handwriting in the note either, but you knew who it was from. Or, at least, who you believed it was from. The note read:

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at midnight. I need to apologise, and I need you to understand why I did what I did. Please don't tell anyone you are going, at least until after you've been. I love you.

The note was probably from Cormac. The two of you had fought the other day about him flirting with other girls, and hadn't spoken for a couple of days. It was probably an apology, out of sight of everyone else. Cormac didn't do apologies. He sat with you in front of people, but wasn't much of a behind-the-scenes boyfriend. You were shocked when you got the note, but thought nothing of it, as Cormac didn't do any public displays of affection.

However, when you reached the top of the stairs, it wasn't Cormac you saw. It was Lorenzo.

"Enzo? You sent me this?" you asked as you held up the note.

"Umm, yeah. I did. I kind of needed to talk to you. About us." Enzo said that a bit sheepishly, and he stares down at his feet.

"Enzo, there is no us. You ended it. And I'm happy now, I'm with Cormac too." You force out a small smile. "I'm happy now." That was a lie. You were happiest when you were with Enzo.

"I want you back, Y/N. I don't think I can live without you." Enzo walks towards you and grabs your hand. You want to pull away, but something in your heart tells you not to. Stupid heart. Always meddling.

"Enzo, we can't. You're with Lavender, I'm with Cormac. And we didn't work the first time. What makes you think we get a second chance?"

"Firstly, I'm not with Lavender anymore. And who cares about Cormac anyway? You don't love him, I can tell. And he had his hands all over a Ravenclaw girl this morning. Sorry." He said the last bit with an ounce of sympathy, but you didn't really care about Cormac right now.

"OK, but that doesn't change things with us." You say, crossing your arms and trying to look angry.

"Look, I know I tend to make it about me. A lot. And you never get just what you see, but I won't ever bore you. And there's a lot of lame guys out there."

"I guess." You sigh. "Remember when we had that fight out in the rain? You ran after me and called my name..."

"I never want to see you walk away. Ever." Enzo wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you closer to him. "I love you, Y/N"

"I love you too Enzo." You grab his face and kiss him, forgetting about any of your previous worries now that you had your Enzo back.

A moment later, you pull away and break the kiss. "Enzo?"

"Yeah?"

"I was right," you say with a smirk.

"What do you mean?" Enzo asks, his lips pulling upwards into a quizzical smile.

"I promised that you'd never find another like me!"

P.S. I hope you liked the dividers!! They're basic but I made them lol.

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shuttershocky · 3 months

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The reason there's no DMC6 yet is because the only playable character is gonna Lady so they need to figure out her moveset so its perfect. I'm not coping of course not.

This is going to be blasphemy and sacrilege to say (on the same level as "DMC2 isn't unplayable" which I DO NOT ACTUALLY THINK BTW) but I think we're more than ready to get a Devil May Cry game without Dante. From how badly the girls got sidelined in 5 while teasing a Lady and Trish adventure that we never got, they deserve at least a full game.

Shit, make it a whole girl's night. Bring Lucia back and put her in an actually playable game. Expand Lady's moveset and so she's not just Gunslinger-only but DMC3-strength Gunslinger+++, she's called the walking arsenal for god's sake, give her twice the guns Dante has. Trish doesn't have the demon sword Sparda anymore so have Nico fashion up a big sci-fi scythe for her. V's summoner playstyle was undercooked in 5 and deserves a second chance but V himself can't be reused? Well it turns out Patty's a big girl now and she's the descendant of an incredibly powerful demon summoner so... Make her inherit V's playstyle (just replace the demons since they can't be DMC1 enemies anymore) but have actual attack and movement options for the summoner beyond just Royal Fork so Patty can fight and actually style on enemies, while adding more of the summoner-summon interactions that made V actually pretty cool like the ability to walk on Shadow's skewer or ride on Nightmare to force Domination.

And because gamers are going to cry if there's not a single man in the playable cast, Nero's still on Earth, except he now has both robot limbs and devil limbs, which made DMC5 Nero on new game plus play like a goddamn dream. Dante even officially left Nero in charge of Devil May Cry while he's in hell, so just have Nero in the office surrounded by all the girls. Everyone around's gonna think he's a debonair lady's man when he's actually a married guy surrounded by women his very poor uncle owes money to.

Besides, I think there's a lot of fun potential in Nero and Patty meeting each other. Both of them were orphans that eventually had run-ins with Dante, and Patty even posed as Dante's daughter while they traveled, making Patty the closest thing Nero can have to a weird cousin. They're even opposites in attitudes, with Nero being an unrefined gorilla (Nico herself can't explain how Kyrie fell for him) while 8 year old Patty was a pink balloons, flowers, plushies, and sundaes girl that probably stayed just as girly even when she grew into an adult. They would not work well together. Kyrie would love her though.

And fine of course Dante wouldn't actually get skipped over, it's just that being tied to Vergil means he's gotta play by Vergil's rules. This means the inevitable DMC6 Special Edition comes with both Vergil and Dante in a special mini campaign in hell on their mission to prune the underworld's biggest plant with the tiniest possible garden shears, the Yamato and the Devil Sword Dante. Maybe they piss off Mundus with their lawnmowing and that's what causes Mundus to launch an invasion on Earth, causing the events of the main story.

#Devil May Cry

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mkay but sid giving mack the talk about alphas and how they can push the limits sometimes with omegas - just gentle patient, motherly sid.

gosh did this ever hit the spot for us all tonight!

Sid takes Mack out for lunch after practice one day in December, just the two of them—he's waiting outside the trainer's room when Mack emerges from getting his calf cramp rubbed out, and they're in the car and halfway home before Mack realizes what's happened.

"Where's Geno?" he asks, dropping his phone in his lap and twisting his torso to peer back over the center console, as if maybe Geno somehow snuck into the backseat without anyone noticing.

"His good friend Sergei Gonchar is in town, they're spending the afternoon together," Sid replies, changing lanes and serenely ignoring the cacophony of honks as he cuts someone off. "He'll be over for dinner, you'll meet him then. Sarge was on the team for the '09 Cup, and then he—"

"Oh!" Mack interrupts. "The d-man, he ran point on that power play, right?"

Sid's looking straight ahead, but Mack can see the corner of his eye crinkle and one side of his mouth tick up. "Yeah, and he was on staff for a few years, too. G lived with him for his rookie year."

"Cool," Mack says, mind racing as he imagines it. He's seen pictures and old grainy footage, but it's so hard to picture Geno as a rookie. "So what are we doing this afternoon?"

"I'm taking you to lunch," Sid says, jerking the steering wheel barely in time to make an exit. Mack winces. "There's a pizza place, you'll like it."

Mack settles back into his seat, but there's a growing pit of discomfort in his stomach. Sid smells normal, not like he's angry or disappointed or anything, but this is unusual, and it's making Mack anxious.

Sid doesn't say much outside of some bland commentary on a drill they ran until they're tucked into a corner of the restaurant with their pizzas. Sid had bought Mack a beer, but by now his mouth is so dry that one sip almost sent him retching to the bathroom, so he hasn't touched it yet.

"I wanted to talk to you about Owen," Sid says, and Mack chokes on the overlarge bite of pizza he'd crammed into his mouth.

Sid waits patiently until Mack has his breath back, then nudges the beer closer. Mack grabs it and downs half in one gulp, churning stomach be damned. "What about him," he finally manages, setting the glass down with shaking hands.

Sid carefully saws a piece of pizza off with his knife and fork. "You two have gotten close," he says, delicately placing the pizza in his mouth, chewing and swallowing. Sid's disgusting at home and around the team, just like all the guys, but the way he acts in public reminds Mack of old movies, like those rom-coms from the 2000s when omegas all had to act a certain way, prim and proper and well-mannered in public at all times, or they got in trouble. "And it's good, you two are part of the next core here, you and him and Brayden, but I wanted to make sure you're careful."

Mack's face is burning hot. He tries to cool it off with the rest of his beer. "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbles. He's lying.

"Okay," Sid says kindly. "Well, then I'm just going to give you some general advice. I know he's a few years older than you, but he's still young, and alphas that age..." Sid hesitates, frowning absently as he looks at his pizza. "They're impulsive. They push. A lot of times they want to rush things, things that maybe you're not ready for, but it's easy to get caught up, even if you don't mean to."

Mack wants to die. "Owen wouldn't—he's—we're just—"

"I'm not trying to say you're doing anything wrong," Sid interrupts, leaning forward and catching Mack's gaze, eyes wide and sincere. "Not at all. And neither is he. But Geno noticed...and I agree with him...and I just want you to be careful. Don't rush into something that you might regret. If something happens and ends badly, the team isn't going to get rid of a valuable player just because your heart is broken."

Mack fumbles with the cloth napkin. "There's nothing to worry about," he mutters. Jesus. Him and Owen are just friends, nothing like what Sid thinks, and the idea that Geno thinks something's going on is too mortifying for words. "He's...it's not like that."

Sid's quiet for a minute, and when Mack looks up, Sid's looking at him steadily, face and scent unreadable. Mack doesn't even want to think what he's projecting right now; he hopes he can control and mask as well as Sid can someday. "Alright," Sid finally says, nodding at Mack's plate. "Finish your lunch, and I'll drop it. I'm sorry. But if anything changes, and you want to talk...I've been through it, I'm here for you."

"Okay," Mack says, wondering how fast he can eat and end this mortifying encounter without putting himself in danger of actually vomiting. Hopefully Geno and Gonchar are out long enough for him to lock himself in his room and scroll TikTok until he's forgotten all about this.

He wonders what Geno thinks he noticed, though. Geno's, like, the alpha on the team. He'd know if something was up with any of the others.

Probably just a misunderstanding. Sid and Geno have been mated for so long, they probably don't know what alpha-omega friendships look like when people are single anymore.

Nothing to worry about.

#rookie houseguest #hockey rpf #sidgeno #my writing #my fic #a/b/o #macklin celebrini and owen pickering and brayden yager are the core of the future btw #jot that down now for when we draft first overall and this goes from fiction to fact

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you know, they tell you all about childhood wonder, but i made spaghetti squash last night, and i told my 6 year old, "look! this looks like an ordinary squash, but look what happens when you cook it! it's going to turn into spaghetti!" and i roasted it and took it out of the oven and showed her, "look! look! check this out! it's like magic! spaghetti!!!!" digging my fork into the squash, the little strings coming out looking so goddamn much like spaghetti, in a way that still amazes me, as an adult, even though i've seen it happen before, it's still incredible to me, holy shit, here's this thing that grows out of the ground and we figured out that if you roast it the insides look identical to this other thing that exists, that is also edible, and they taste pretty good with the same seasonings and sauces.

"look! the squash turned into spaghetti! holy cow!" i even wrapped the strings around my fork, like a spaghetti commercial.

my 6 year old looked at my fork, looked at me, with a world weary glare, then rolled her eyes. "i'm not going to eat that." "ok, ok, you don't have to eat it, but isn't it cool?! how does it do that?!" "whatever." whatever! how can you whatever seeing a spaghetti squash for the first time?!

i tell you, we were sold a bill of goods about childhood wonder. there are so many things that amaze me that don't amaze my kids.

when i think about it, i remember that i was the same way, when i was that age, when i learned to read bigger books; i read a few science books, then i felt like i knew everything, and nothing amazed me anymore, everything that could be imagined had already happened. everything had a rational explanation. christmas lights were just electricity. mickey mouse is just a guy in a costume. vegetables are just vegetables and not that exciting; food doesn't need to be exciting, after all, it just needs to be safe and familiar.

just a few hours after the spaghetti squash, after i had put them to bed -- i heard the gentle click of my kid's bedroom door. her head popped into the bathroom, where i was taking a bath.

"i can't go to sleep, because i'm afraid."

"afraid of what?"

"i was watching a show about rattlesnakes, and a gila monster was about to eat them, and i turned it off, but now i'm still thinking -- what if i was a snake, and a gila monster was about to eat me?"

"...well, you are very lucky, because you are not a snake. and there are no gila monsters here."

"yes, but what if i was a snake? and what if there was a gila monster?"

"but you are a kid, and you are safe in your bedroom."

"but what if i wasn't?"

what i love about kids is that they are full of surprises. you can't predict how they'll react to things. adults follow scripts, but kids write their own. especially in these brief, precious years -- between 4 and 10 -- when they have enough language to communicate and process the world, but they're not following any scripts yet. and they have big emotions because they bristle against all the scripts being presented to them.

so you get all these funny contrasts -- the big christmas decorations are "whatever," but what's really fun is twisting these fuzzy pipe cleaners together. this toy doll is kind of fun, but what's really fun is pouring water in her mouth until she's sopping wet, cracking up because it's like she peed all over herself, then deciding to take a bath at noon. (taking a bath at noon is fun, taking a bath at bathtime is not.) the "make your own cookie" pre-made set is not fun, but mixing a big bowl of flour until everything is covered in white definitely is.

i love them because they're right. because we're both right. because they fill my life with contrasts. the spaghetti squash IS amazing, and it's ALSO pretty boring. coloring on paper IS limited fun, coloring on walls DOES feel liberating. it's true that we are not snakes, but what if we WERE?

we are always showing each other alternative ways of being!

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Doc what was the weirdest culinary practice that you saw on your trip?

Oh my god. Oh my god. I have discovered the basis of a massive English stereotype that has permeated American media for literal decades.

So you know how the English conquered so so so much of the world, and had a massively powerful navy, and basically invented dogfighting, exhibited WILD ASS podling energy during the Blitz, and YET, for many generations the American understanding of them has been as being precious and effete and feminine? Weak, even? How did this happen?

I now know. I have gotten to the bottom of it.

They all eat fucking burgers with a fucking knife and fork. Like, cutting into it, as if it were not a sandwich, delicately piercing it with a fork, and then using that fork to place it tenderly in their non-rhotic little mouths.

My wife and I went to a pub when we first landed in London, and the table next to us had burgers and were all eating them in this disgusting display of cultural ignorance, and my wife leaned forward and whispered, "Why are they eating it with a fork??"

Me, in panicked whisper: "They just do that!!"

My wife, eyes wide, picking up her fork: "Are we supposed to??"

Me, scowling: "No! We invented the damn thing! It's a sandwich! You eat it with your hands!"

My mother, it was one of the first things she noticed. I cannot tell you how bizarre this is to fucking see as an American, because, I am going to tell you even though someone is going to come into my inbox and claim they are a Cool American, most Americans are going to raise an eyebrow if you eat a hamburger with a knife and fork. It's like drinking a beer out of a crystal coupe, you're allowed to do whatever the fuck you want, but we ain't wearing silk gloves in the bar, Your Ladyship. I cannot fucking imagine the microplaning of my soul that would take place if I tried this in a local bar. I would be forcibly ejected on a spiritual level.

I know someone is going to take this insanely personally and tell me all the reasons that it's better to do this, but this is like me telling Chinese people you should eat noodles with a fork because I personally find it easier. It's insane. Barmy, even, shall we say. No salt and pepper on the tables? I can cope, no problem, i brought my own this time. Having to beg for another drink, and the bill, while simultaneously having them add the tip so I have to ask to take it off? Great, call it a service charge and pretend this isn't worse than tipping, fine, I'll play along. But this burger thing, get the fuck out of here. I love you, I love you so much and so many things about the country are so cool but also i am going to slap The Queen's King's Silver out of your hands onto the floor.

(I wish I could find it now, but I read a reddit comment about how this guy went...i think it was actually not the UK, but it was a burger joint in Europe and the chef was delighted to have AMericans and got so happy when they ate it with their hands. It was very cute. But yes, it is very very strange to eat burgers with silverware in the US) EDIT: SOMEONE FOUND IT

#doc why did you say the English specifically #A) I was 95% in England #B) this is not a British streotype its an English one specifically #boy I'm never gonna get used tot hat king thing #like every time I criticize the Brits #even in what I think is obvious playfulness #I expect the BBC crowd to be along any moment now

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 years

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(Genshin Impact) Eula snapping at / Ayaka accidentally hurting their S/O

Gonna be altering the ask because we will have healthy relationship dynamics in this house, damn it! That and Ayaka doesn't really strike me as the type to get angry enough to yell, especially at her significant other. Hope you don't mind!

Eula loved her S/O for accepting her for who she was.

Not many in Mondstadt were willing to do that.

She had long ago gave up of trying to convince people otherwise, instead doubling down on her attitude just to get everyone to leave her alone.

But her S/O wasn't okay with that.

They got to see Eula for who she truly was. A kind woman who deserved every bit of love and admiration she could get.

Eula already had a target on her back, she refused to let S/O get one too because of her.

That was her burden alone to bear, no matter what S/O said.

And after a particularly rough night, Eula and S/O closed the door, continuing their argument.

(Eula) "What was that back there?"

S/O looked offended when she asked that.

(S/O) "What?"

(Eula) "Trying to convince them that the Lawrence girl isn't as bad as everyone says is a waste of breath. You'll never get through-."

(S/O) "I at least tried, Eula! You can't let people just talk about you like that!-"

(Eula) "I have tried, for years! And it's a damned if I do, damned if I don't situation."

(S/O) "Do you expect me to just stand there and let that crap slide?!"

Eula's brows furrowed as she became more and more irritated.

(Eula) "I told you so many times before, just leave it be. I'm used to it."

(S/O) "But you shouldn't be!-"

(Eula) "As if anything you say will change their mind!"

The volume of her voice was starting to overpower S/O's, making them back up a little in surprise.

(Eula) "Why can't you just ever listen to me on this?!"

(S/O) "Because I can't just let someone I love get talked down to like that!"

Eula's fist slammed on the table.

(Eula) "Then you're an idiot for falling in love with me! It'd be so much easier if you didn't!"

Eula froze in place after realizing what she had said.

She began cursing at herself seeing S/O's reaction.

Their eyes were wide open and she couldn't imagine the amount of pain she had just inflicted with her words.

(Eula) "..."

(S/O) "..."

Eula turned away from S/O.

(Eula) "I'm going to bed."

(S/O) "...Alright."

Eula finished changing into her sleepwear before realizing a pillow was missing from her bed. Specifically from S/O's side.

She crept down the stairs to see where they were, to find S/O sleeping on the couch with a thin blanket.

Eula winced at the sight before going back upstairs.

Nothing she said would help for right now. She needed to cool off.

Before Eula went to bed, she silently took their blanket and replaced it with a warmer one, taking the thinner one for herself.

The next morning, Eula left before S/O could wake up, avoiding an awkward confrontation first thing in the morning.

...

Amber put her fork down next to the plate and looked at Eula worryingly.

(Amber) "Eula? You look out of it today."

(Eula) "Huh?"

Eula had barely eaten anything, not to mention the distant look in her eyes.

(Amber) "Did something happen?"

(Eula) "Nothing to concern yourself with."

(Amber) "I think it is! I saw S/O go to work with a super sad look on their face too!"

Eula looked down to the ground ashamed.

Upon seeing Eula's reaction, Amber crossed her arms.

(Amber) "You two had a fight?"

(Eula) "...Yeah. Bad night on the town, S/O tried defending me from their insults and I told them to leave it be. Then...I got angry and said something stupid."

(Amber) "You're going to talk to them, right?"

(Eula) "Of course. I just wanted to calm down before I did. But more importantly, I don't want them to think I don't love them."

(Amber) "Oh come on, couples have disagreements all the time. S/O knows you love them too, otherwise you wouldn't have agreed to be with them."

(Eula) "Hm."

(Amber) "Don't worry too much, okay? It's only for a second you guys aren't broken, just bent."

(Eula) "..."

Eula came home, opening the door and softly calling for S/O's name.

(Eula) "S/O?"

No response.

Eula went to their bedroom before finding a small note.

As soon as she saw it, all sorts of worries began rushing through her mind before it was quickly put to rest.

"I haven't gone anywhere. I'm just at the docks."

Eula found S/O sitting by themselves at the edge of the dock.

Eula tried her best to be quiet, but the creaking of the wood told S/O who was behind them.

(Eula) "...May I sit down?"

(S/O) "Of course."

Eula sat next to S/O, though not too close.

(S/O) "...I wanna apologize, Eula."

Eula was taken aback, hearing an apology from S/O instead of the other way around where she said it first.

(S/O) "I didn't respect your wishes, trying to fix everything myself. I'm sorry I got you that angry to begin with-"

(Eula) "No, I should be apologize. You didn't deserve to get yelled at like that. Especially with something that hurtful."

She wanted to hug them, but she managed to restrain herself.

(Eula) "I don't want you intervening like that, especially in front of a bunch of idiots like that in the bar is because I don't want you to get targeted too. Archons know you already are for being with me."

(S/O) "I know you, Eula. You'd never let anyone speak that way about me. Why can't I do the same for you, don't you deserve it too?"

(Eula) "...There's a lot of things I deserve, S/O. I'm still not sure I deserve someone like you-"

(S/O) "Stop it. You do."

She felt their arms wrap around her, making her calm down.

(Eula) "I don't want you getting hurt because of me."

(S/O) "Even if I do, I'd gladly do it if it means you can be happy. Don't care if I have to fight all of Mondstadt."

(Eula) "...Thank you, S/O."

The two of them remained silent, enjoying the quiet breeze on the wind as they looked out into the lake.

Being in charge of the Kamisato's internal and external affairs is a very stressful job for Ayaka.

She is rarely afforded the luxury privacy or time to do much of anything,

Though being in a relationship has made Ayaka begin to appreciate the little things in life, her duties still came first.

Something she began to hate as time went on.

Ayaka wished she could pay back S/O the time they've waited on her, but she could do next to nothing about it.

Not to mention with Ayaka wanting to keep quiet about their relationship, that way S/O wouldn't get roped into her stressful life.

But Ayaka was always worried all of this was straining their relationship.

All of this was made even worse when Ayaka failed to keep her promise to make it to their anniversary dinner.

Two hours later, she rushed home and slid the door open, bowing in apology.

(Ayaka) "S-S/O! I am terribly sorry I'm late!"

She found the table already clean, adding insult to injury.

S/O walked down the hallway, sighing.

(S/O) "It's fine, Ayaka.-"

(Ayaka) "No it's not! This is the fifth time these past two months I've made you wait on me."

She couldn't look them in the eye as she was still bowing.

(Ayaka) "I promised you I'd be here on time, and I broke it!"

She felt a hand on her shoulder, finally looking up.

S/O looked sad, which made her heart ache even more.

(S/O) "Don't worry, okay? Just get some sleep."

Ayaka sighed before nodding.

She saw in the corner of her eye the candles and food that were thrown away.

There was no telling how much effort S/O put to making all of that, only to for it to end up wasted.

She shut her eyes and tried to put it out of her mind before going to bed.

When she woke up, the first thing she did after leaving the Kamisato Estate was to find an apology gift.

Her other duties could wait, just this once.

She had no idea what to get her S/O, since everything seemed like it wouldn't be enough.

Ayaka worriedly tapped her foot on the ground before feeling a finger tap her shoulder.

She jumped back before realizing it was S/O.

(S/O) "Are you alright, Ayaka?"

(Ayaka) "O-Oh, S/O. Pardon me, I was just window shopping. If you'll excuse me I-"

She stopped herself.

(Ayaka) "Actually, may I ask for a bit of your time?"

Going far out of the public eye, Ayaka began to apologize again.

(Ayaka) "I cannot begin to imagine how much time you wasted because of me-"

(S/O) "Ayaka, just stop."

She froze as she recoiled a little. Stop? Were they angry? They had every right to be-

S/O held Ayaka tightly, surprising her as she involuntarily let out a yelp.

(S/O) "I know you don't mean to. You're busy, I understand."

Hearing their words of assurance made Ayaka's shoulders relax, her arms slowly wrapping around S/O as as well.

(Ayaka) "But I hate doing this to you. Aren't you upset?"

(S/O) "I am. I'm upset you couldn't make it, but I'm not upset at you. I never am, Ayaka. I knew that this sort of thing would happen throughout our time together."

(Ayaka) "I still can't ignore the fact I made you upset. How can I make it up to you?"

Brushing Ayaka's hair away from her forehead, S/O giving it a quick kiss.

(S/O) "Make it up to me by not blaming yourself."

Ayaka wanted to say so much more, wanting to make it up with a better dinner that she could pay for but...

(Ayaka) "...Okay."

This much she could promise, at least.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #eula x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #eula lawrence #ayaka kamisato #amber genshin impact

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veggiefritters · 11 days

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Asking some cool people I like this so rank all dialtown dateables from best to worst (including norm)

Randal Jade. Pathetic. Dampened. Has the emotional and physical strength of a plastic fork. A classic. He's just so... Randy, y'know. Definitely a fella! Anyway, I'd kiss his phone head and take him on an expensive date (to the hospital, dude needs serious help).

(but only just) Karen Dunn. Honestly I love her so much, and I genuinely don't know if I like her or Randy better. She's friend shaped, y'know? And she likes horses, which is frickin awesome. She's real for that.

Oliver Swift. Is it controversial to put him at three? The top three, it's genuinely hard to order them. Anyway, love Oliver. His weird monster-fucking stuff is really funny to me and relateable. I do like his route a lot, because it has Mr Dickens and I want to be adopted by Mr Dickens. Oliver speaks in a way that tickles my brain just right. He will forever sound like Ranboo to me, because that's where I first came across Dialtown.

Sgt. Norm Allen. He has a gun and I think that's cool. Otherwise he's just Norm. I mean, the flesh-head thing's pretty cool too, but since we don't get to see it I have little thoughts on the matter. Also, why is he piss-yellow...?

Narrator. It's funny, that's really all. I do not like the sprite, but I can look beyond, uh, looks. Buff men are not my thing. I do like how obviously sick of Gingi's shit he is. Just generally.

Bigfoot. Ape. Not really my type, sorry. Cool route though, I'd love to domesticate a cryptid but I'm thinking more Mothman, because Mothman is objectively cool. Dude, imagine having a pet Drop Bear (they're real guys, I seen them).

I didn't include Roger because their route isn't out yet, but he'd be at LEAST #2.

Sorry if you were after a short list, I got carried away...

#karen dunn #randy jade #bigfoot dialtown #oliver swift #norm allen #narrator dialtown

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bushs-world · 1 year

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Ok, so Quantumania done means Loki rewatch time coz blorbo 😍😍😍 but seriously, I really appreciate the way the series broke Loki out of his cool, controlled mask he always wore, particularly all throughout Thor to TDW and gave us a much more relatable and open Loki.

No more grand speeches, no more heavy handed eloquence that felt forced, no more controlled reactions. No, for the first time Loki was truly free from all the expectations, both self imposed and those he carried as a prince and later in trying to show himself as a powerful, formidable villian.

Just an open, vulnerable Loki who acted how he wanted without having to care about how others would perceive him. And that's what I love about the series that it gave us a Loki without any need for validation or any external pressure and showed us just who the guy is behind his projected image that he wore all throughout Thor to TDW.

And thank God, the man behind all that is an innocent trickster and not mr. Brooding guy. Loki had always been a trickster and a prankster be it in myths or comics and while his story had a lot of emotional weight, he was always a silly character. And I love MCU finally let him be silly and a dork.

What I particularly loved is how Loki went from feeling forced, like someone trying really hard to overcompensate (which he was tbh hence his controlled persona) like a cat puffing out it's chest to appear more intimidating to a more natural, real, raw characterisation.

But I think that was always the point. The Loki from Thor to TDW wasn't the real Loki but a controlled persona conjured by him to elicit a certain response from others (coz he was scared of being mocked). And the one we see in Ragnarok and the series is the real Loki, who he truly is when he isn't trying to force others to view him a certain way.

And that reflects beautifully in his speech which went from feeling kind of forced in Thor to TDW to more natural from Ragnarok. Like he's still Loki but now he speaks like how a real person speaks, not someone trying to gain authority.

I think it becomes very clear his so called 'shakespearean' speech is just a intimidation tactic in episode 1 and 2. During the interrogation scene and when he's trying to convince Sylvie to come join him, he speaks in a lower, slower, deeper voice with more advanced English as a way to appear more threatening and powerful. And my best scene is when his mask slips during the interrogation.

He goes from 'there's a fork in every road' to 'i know' in a split second and the sudden change in his demeanor is always hilarious. Tom Hiddleston is awesome. He promised to show us what makes Loki tick and he really laid it out bare for everyone to see.

The entire series, but especially ep 1-3 were like going inside Loki's mind and understanding what makes him tick .

Just chef's kiss 😘. I don't think anyone else could have accomplished what the team of S1 had done

#loki #sylki #loki series #sylvie #loki meta

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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Protective Part 2

Part One

Warm sunbeams caressed Villain's face, gradually drawing them into consciousness. Black turned to blurred cream; a few blinks later they became aware of the cool mattress and cozy, downy-stuffed comforter clutched around them.

Where were they? They blinked several more times, taking in the grand, wooden armoire, the fancy light fixture, and the plush white rug encircling the bed. Supervillain's house. That's right, Supervillain had excused themself to do something and Villain not knowing the way home, or even if they were still within the city limits, had been waiting for them to come back and... Did they fall asleep here last night? If so, it would have definitely been on the couch,, meaning Supervillain must have carried them... A treacherous blush cut that image abruptly short, and they swung their legs staunchly over the mattress, determined to see this through without jumping to conclusions, getting aspirations, or doing anything else that would only hurt them in the end.

That resolution nearly dissolved the moment their toes sank into the plush carpet. Villain fought back a sigh but managed to tiptoe to the door and quietly crack it open. The quiet sounds of sizzling, lightly scraping metal, and muffled voices traveled down the hallway. Making sure the door didn't squeak, Villain squeezed through the crack and carefully padded in the direction of the kitchen, stopping just short of the entrance so that they could peer discreetly around the corner.

Supervillain stood over the stove pushing scrambled eggs around a frying pan with a rubber spatula, but as if led by a sixth sense, they suddenly glanced toward the hallway. They caught sight of them immediately.

"Good morning!" That perfectly carved face burst into a smile. "I'm making breakfast, so sit wherever you like."

"Oh, I...well..."

Villain couldn't think of a proper protest, so instead, they pulled out a stool at the kitchen counter and balanced themself along its edge. Unfortunately, the seat they'd chosen at random gave them a pristine view of Supervillain's broad back and shoulders. The tight cling of their t-shirt didn't leave much of their build to the imagination. The fabric crinkled slightly around the waist. Had they slept in that? Were these pajamas?

Villain quickly averted their gaze to whatever was playing on the large flat screen in the adjoining room. News apparently.

"...28-year-old Charles Blantley was found unconscious several blocks from his home with severe cuts and bruises covering his entire body. The neighbor who found Blantely and contacted emergency services was able to comment on his injuries and confirm that the victim, an up-and-coming hero, was not one to have enemies. His condition remains unknown at this time."

Villain gaped as the victim's picture popped up on the screen. They'd seen that face only once, yesterday, but it wasn't one they'd soon forget.

"Isn't that the guy who..." they trailed.

"Who brutally disrespected you?" Supervillain scraped half the eggs on a plate and sprinkled it over with cheese. "Yes. I took care of it."

Villain swallowed hard, not necessarily disturbed as much as they were shocked. "Did you kill him?"

Supervillain set the plate in front of them and slid a fork up against the forefinger. "No, but he probably wishes I did. I needed him alive to spread the word."

"What word?"

"That you're under my protection." Supervillain grinned. Villain's heart thudded. "Which reminds me, we should go public soon. That is if you're convinced of my feelings now."

Villian looked back and forth between the eggs and the tv, mouth hanging halfway open as they tried to take in this new information. When it finally hit it was like being hit with an electric shock. All the hairs on the arms and neck stood up straight and a sharp zang traveled through their chest. "Oh...er...yes. I think I believe you."

Supervillain's mouth stretched into an upward twinged line. "I suppose that's a start."

This was awkward. They didn't want it to be awkward. How were they supposed to respond? Villain numbly scooped up a forkful of eggs and shoved them into their mouth. They almost melted on the spot.

"Why are these so good?" they blurted before they could stop themself.

"Because they were made with the pure and loving intentions of my heart."

Villain stared at them.

"It's the cheese," Supervillain said. "It's a good brand. Anyway, how should we announce our relationship? Livestream? News interview? Oh, we could go on a date and post the pictures online!"

Villain blinked at the master criminal's beaming face. They were really excited about this. But...why? Villain wasn't anything special. There were a hundred villains like them: pathetic bottomfeeders who couldn't make it past a certain point. Supervillain said they wanted to protect them? Surely there were other, more qualified individuals that would suit them much better."

Supervillain's smile began to droop. Villain had been quiet for too long.

"A date's fine," they said quickly.

Supervillain's energy returned full force. "Let's go today then! You can go back home and change, and I'll pick you up at-- Well, what's good for you?"

"Noon?" Villain said, searching around the room for a clock. They weren't even sure what time it was now. They were strangely well-rested, no nightmares for the first time in a long while.

"Perfect! I know a great little cafe for lunch and dessert. There's a ferry nearby that can take us to this beautiful old lighthouse. We can look at the view and feed the crabs."

"Crabs?" Villain's searching eyes finally landed on the stove clock. 10:15. Not much time then.

"There are tons! They like chicken."

That comment drew them back. "What? How did you find that out?"

"I take a lot of walks and share a lot of snacks."

Something lurked behind that statement, a strained nonchalance that was anything but. It made Villain think of lonely nights in an empty house as a child; they didn't pursue it too far.

"So," they hurriedly scraped the last bite of egg off their plate and slid out of their seat, "I should probably go..."

"Of course." Supervillain stepped around the counter and retrieved a brown paper sack from beside the couch. "I had your clothes cleaned. But please, keep those too, I bought them for you."

"Oh," Villain stared down at the soft shirt they were wearing, clamping it subconsciously in one fist. It felt strange accepting things from someone they'd barely met, but it also seemed rude to give it back. "Thank you."

Supervillain's face split with yet another grin, and they took one long stride forward, pressing the paper bag of old clothes into Villain's hand and letting their fingers linger across their knuckles. "You're welcome. Do you want me to walk you home? Or do you want a ride?"

Villain glanced at the stove clock once again. 10:20.

"I guess whatever's quickest."

"Well in that case..." Supervillain's arms suddenly wrapped around Villain's waist and gathered them up against their chest. Villain's face and neck were on fire. "Sorry, safety protocols. What's your street?"

"Ash Grove," they heard themself say.

"Hold on."

Supervillain made a running leap and the whole room folded away, like a page in a book turned over for a new one. The soft light of morning was replaced with shady darkness, and Supervillain sailed through it like a bird, hair flapping in a heavy wind. Villain gripped involuntarily to their shirt, terrified by the thought of what might happen if they were to suddenly drop into that endless nothing below them.

The next thing they knew, the endless blacks and greys were ripped away, and they were standing in a regular street. They clung to Supervillain for several moments, panting miserably while passersby gave odd looks.

"I'm sorry," Supervillain fussed, rubbing frantic circles into Villain's back. They genuinely seemed concerned. "I thought that would be fun. I didn't know that you...that it... I didn't know."

"T-that's ok," Villain said, forcing their fingers to open and taking a wobbly step back. "I just...I wasn't prepared. What...what was that exactly?"

"Dark realm. It's...well, it's complicated. I'll explain another time. See you in a bit." Supervillain abruptly leaped forward, a sliver of darkness tearing through mid-air just long enough for them to disappear through it.

Villain stared at the empty space until a car horn snapped them back to reality. Right. Not a lot of time. A quick scan of the building revealed their apartment complex a couple buildings down and they hurried inside.

Part 3

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