#ignore the fact i had to edit this oops

[cryptidjeepers]

Im not going to say specifics but theres so much 'through the grape vine' discourse on the internet that is so frustrating for a lot of reasons. But the most frustrating kind is the "baseless or otherwise unnuanced/overdramatic accusation of someone or something" that is either debunked, old and outdated or proven to be a much more complicated topic. But all most people will see is that first callout post and will internalize it as fact for years. Theyll continue to parrot it on other platforms whenever its mentioned and then outsiders will see that out of context and internalize that as well. Until its so far from the context and the damage is irreversible.

Or will take what might have been a understandable criticism but will turn it into a "this thing is irredeemablely bad and youre a bad person for liking it." If you so much as mention the thing you will have people saying "isnt this thing evil and bad?" Because of a tumblr post they read 5 years ago.

[leclercsainzz]

i was listening to “all to well” by taylor swift and the part where she sings “i still remember the first fall of snow” (pretty much verse 6) came on and i remember i had seen a nico rosberg x lewis hamilton edit to this song a few nights ago and i was wondering if you could do one where reader is nico’s sister and she dated lewis but they fell of because of the whole brocedes friendship fall out and the fans associate them with this specific song/verse .. basically brocedes situation but instead it’s reader x lewis (idk if all this makes sense lol)

DO YOU REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL?

PAIRINGS: lewis hamilton x rosberg sister!reader

TYPE: social media au

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: weekend photo dump or whatevaaa 🤷🏼‍♀️

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user: omG i stiLL CaNnoT beliEVE MOTHER PULLED UP TO THE HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX AKAKD!!!!!

↳ user: apparently she only went to support danny bc she promised him that she’d show up to a race if he came back 😭

user: does anyone know if lewis and her interacted??!!?

user: gorgg 😍😍😍

zayn: 😍

↳ user: are they dating??

↳ user: zayn??? 👀 what are you doing here??

user: not nico using memes 💀 LMAOOO

↳ nicorosberg: it was actually a gif 😭

↳ user: pLease, this makes it 10x better

danielricciardo: ❤️❤️

user: still can’t believe mother pulled up and we didn’t get a single interaction with dad 😭😭

user: it’s the waY LEWIS WALKED BY HER WITHOUT SPARING HER A GLANCE 😭😭😭💔

↳ user: i cried when i saw that 😭😭 like why’d they show us?

user: so is everyone gonna ignore the last post?? 444?? 4’s??? who is associated with 4? lewis mf 44 hamilton?? hello?

user: lewis????

user: will forever hold on to the idea that they’ll get back together soon 😌

user: i love how everyone is bringing up lewis as if they didn’t end on bad terms lmao

fernandoalo_official: glad to see my spanish lessons taught you something 👍🏼

aussiegrit: it’s britney bitch

📌 pinned

user: not her pinning webber’s comment 💀

user: thE things i’d do to see a lewis comment or like 😩

user: just thinking about the fact that yn & lewis might’ve seen each other at the race but refused to interact w each other 😭

↳ user: they did:( and they ignored each other

user: can someone please tell me if her and lewis talked?

user: i just know they refused to look in each other’s directions

↳ user: stop 😭😭😭 you’re right, they didn’t 💔💔💔

user: 4?? lewis??

user: missing ynlewis hours 😓

user: ugh, she’s soo pretty 😍😍😍

user: how can one be this beautiful? 😩

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: photo dump pt 2 🤪

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user: all too well 10 min ver. (taylor’s version)??? yes or yes??

↳ ynrosberg: always!!! 💗

user: LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS

user: 😍😍😍😍😍

zayn: thanks for the pic creds

↳ yourusername: yea yea

georgerussell63: i see my name 👀

user: i pray lewis and her will get back together

user: wishing for a ynlewis interaction 😩😩

↳ user: same, sis, same!

user: her smile in the third post 🥰

kendalljenner: 😍😍 beauty

↳ ynrosberg: mwahh 😘

user: when she listens to taylor swift >>

nicorosberg: never got my ice cream 😕

↳ ynrosberg: oops???

user: I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL

user: i literally just saw a ynlewis edit to all too well!!! janskdnd

↳ user: SEND ME THE LINK, NOW

↳ user: ^ me too, please!!!

↳ user: wtF, iM crying 😭😭😭😭

user: i just need to know that her and lewis are on good terms, my mental health depends on this info

↳ user: hate to break it to you …. but ….

↳ user: they literally walked by each other TWICE during the hungarian gp and didn’t acknowledge each other 💔💔💔💔

user: does anyone know if lewis and yn are friends at least?

↳ user: girl??? they don’t even follow each other 🙂

user: she looks happy, he looks happy … they moved on .... maybe it’s time for us all to move on as well? 😔😔😔

↳ user: nO, i cant 😔 i rEfuse!!

user: who’s lewis??? and what does he have to do with yn and nico?? (i don’t mean to offend anyone, i just keep seeing so many comments regarding lewis … is he a driver like nico or??)

↳ user: long story short, lewis hamilton is a formula 1 driver (yes), him and nico used to be teammates .. they were pretty much fighting for the championship and in the process their friendship started to fall apart due to their rivalry and ig yn pushed lewis away after nico won and retired

↳ user: wasn’t it because lewis said he didn’t want distractions and wanted to focus on his career?

↳ user: tbh i’m not sure, they never really confirmed anything

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: season so far ✌🏾

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user: ROSCOE!!!!

user: i wonder if roscoe misses mother as much as i do 😭

user: dad, please get back with mom!! 🙏🏼

user: my man everybody 😍😍😍

user: i heard from a friend that george “kidnapped” roscoe and took him to see yn

↳ user: wait wtf, are you being frr??? 😭😭 don’t play with me

↳ user: idk if it’s true

↳ user: i wonder how roscoe reacted when he saw yn, if he did

georgerussell63: roscoe 🥰

↳ lewishamilton: dognapper

↳ georgerussell63: i did it for the greater good:)

↳ user: wAit omgsksn does that mean he actually took roscoe to see yn or???? omg wkakalsk 🥺🥺🥺

user: he’s so fine 😩

fernandoalo_official: 😎

user: WAIT DID GEORGE REALLY TAKE ROSCOE TO GO SEE YN?? BC IF SOOO IMA CRY 😭😭😭😭

user: ya’ll remember when roscoe would pull up with both his parents to the paddock?? 😔 ahh, good old times

user: @sebastianvettel sebs, i need you to work your magic and reunite my parents, please

user: not getting over how they just walked past each other as if they didn’t spend 4 years together 💔

user: the fit 🔥

user: things that keep me up at night: brocedes & ynlewis

↳ user: ^ THIS!!!!

user: ya’ll ever thing about the what-if of ynlewis??

user: goat with a another goat (alonso) 🤩

user: they day yn and lewis reunite will be magical

user: missing the yn comments/likes 🥺🥺🥺

carlossainz55: 🤩🤩🤩

user: 7 years ago, ynlewis broke my heart 😭😭😭

↳ user: don’t forget brocedes 😭😭

↳ user: can’t believe it’s been 7 years, mate

user: i wonder if they privately talk, yk??

↳ user: never thought of that but i hope they do, tbh

sebastianvettel: ❤️

user: roscoe’s too adorable!! 🥺❤️

user: i know they’ll find their way to each other eventually

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: life so far 💗 (p.s. happy 8 months, lover)

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user: mOTHER?????? who is that????

user: 8 months???? wtf?? hello?? since when???

user: what about lewis??!

user: looks like mother gave us another dad 😔

↳ user: lewis is MY dad, idcc … zayn can be my step dad

user: so you’re telling me lewis and yn getting back together won’t happen anytime soon?? 😭😭

zayn: ❤️

↳ user: wAIT!!!! ZAYN??!??? OMG MAKALANS I KNEW THE TATTOOS LOOKED FAMILIAR WHSLs

↳ user: one direction guy????

nicorosberg: cute

↳ ynrosberg: 😌

user: they’ve been together for 8 months?? 😮😮

user: it all makes sense, i just never connected the dots

user: this was not on my 2023 bingo card 😩

user: ngl but this is actually cute

danielricciardo: cats out the bag, yayyy 🥳

↳ user: YOU KNEW!/@/&/@/‘s

user: i wonder how lewis is feeling rn

↳ user: as if he cares

user: mom, what about dad?? 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔

user: @lewishamilton

user: nooooOo i miss dad 😭😭

user: allbio984!;’al hepan huh?!?!@ what?&@“”

user: ig those rumors a few months ago were true

↳ user: which ones???

↳ user: they were seen together like 3 months ago and there were speculations that they were together but it was never confirmed until now 😭

user: i’m still at the restaurant with dad 😢😢😢

user: yn, you’re breaking my heart 💔💔 we want dad

user: scReaming and goiNg apeshit alapamcbh93&,!;@/

user: lewis officially lost her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

user: i can’t believe this wtf

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: all too well

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user: DAD IS QUOTING “ALL TOO WELL”

user: roscoe owns my heart, idcc 🥺🥺

user: you remember it all too well, huh? 🥺

user: ya’ll remember yn posted a photo dump a while ago and one of the pic was a “all too well” aesthetic and now he’s using it as his caption??? he definitely misses her 😭😭😭

user: “just between us do you remember it all too well” you remember, she remembers, we all remember 💔

user: dad, we know know you miss mom and uncle nico

↳ user: 😭😭😭 stopp

user: roscoe 🥰🥰🥰

user: mom’s got a new boyfriend

user: ynlewis/brocedes will forever be my roman empire

georgerussell63: roscoe’s such a cutie!

↳ user: idc if you have to break yn and zayn up but we NEED our og parents back, please 🙏🏼

user: they were THE COUPLE

user: she definitely haunts all his what-ifs 😭😭

↳ user: he should’ve married her when he had the chance

↳ user: will never get over him choosing his career over her

user: @ynrosberg

user: i miss them everyday 😩

user: i often think about how if brocedes never ended the way they did they would’ve been together, just maybe

↳ user: i think about this everyday 😩😩😩😩

↳ user: they would’ve been married and with a kid by now

maxverstappen1: have you been hitting the gym?

↳ lewishamilton: always

user: it’s never too late, don’t give up

↳ user: she’s with zayn

user: i still hold on to the possibility that they’ll get back together eventually

user: timing was wrong bc they were in different stages of their lives but i believe they’ll always be soulmates ❤️

user: why’d they break up??

↳ user: bc yn wanted a family and lewis was too focused on his career at the time, i guess

user: roscoe’s a child of divorce like us 😭😭

user: convinced myself that taylor wrote verse 6 about them in all too well (10 min ver)

user: i wonder if he ever gets deja vu when he sees her or viceversa

user: ynlewis keeps me up at night

user: we lost two amazing things 😔 ynlewis & brocedes

↳ user: we can all collectively agree it’s mercedes fault

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: an adventure is about to begin 🥰

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user: mother is becoming a mother??!? omg 😭😭

user: congratulations!!!

zayn: can’t wait for our little one ❤️

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️❤️

user: im not crying, you are 😭

user: the fact that’s she’s becoming a mother 😭 w/o lewis

user: this could’ve been lewis

↳ user: if only 😔

sebastianvettel: happy for you, congrats! ❤️❤️

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️

nicorosberg: can’t wait till i’m officially an uncle 😢

↳ ynrosberg: ilyyyy ❤️

danielricciardo: IM GONNA SPOIL THAT KID

aussiegrit: congrats, yn

↳ ynrosberg: 😊😊 thanks youuu

jensonbutton: ❤️❤️❤️ congrats

↳ ynrosberg: 🥰

fernandoalo_official: 🥳🥳🥳

georgerussell63: can i be the uncle too??

↳ ynrosberg: why not 🤪

user: AHHH IM SOO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

kendalljenner: congrats, my love 🥳❤️❤️❤️

user: im so happy for her but all i can think about is lewis

user: mom becoming a mom without dad 😭😭😭😭

user: ya’ll imagine if it would’ve been lewis 😩

user: her dream came true 😭😭

carmenmmundt: ahh congratulations 🥰🥰🥰

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️

heidiberger__: congrats, beautiful 💗💗

↳ ynrosberg: 🥰🥰

lewishamilton: congratulations!

↳ ynrosberg: thank you!!

↳ user: i waS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: why’d he have to do this??? 😭

↳ user: the way this could’ve been him

user: lewis commented omg 😢😢😢

↳ user: i just know he’s regretting everything

user: lewis 💔💔💔

user: i know dad’s crying over this cause so am i

user: we’re all child of divorce 😭😭😭

[johnpriceslamb]

𝓽 𝓱 𝓻 𝓮 𝓪 𝓭 𝓮 𝓭 𝓮 𝓵 𝓮 𝓰 𝓪 𝓷 𝓬 𝓮

🪡 Before you joined the gang, you used to be a tailor. An event was coming up soon which involved looking fancy, meaning that you had to take his measurements for a new suit.

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ⋆ female ! reader ⋆ hyper-feminine ! reader ⋆ very suggestive content w/ javier ⋆ close proximity ⋆ reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars ⋆ poorly google translates spanish >.> ⋆ not proof read nor edited ⋆ wrd count/1.2k

🪡 arthur morgan ⋆ charles smith ⋆ john marston ⋆ javier escuella (sep) x f! reader

🪡 𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷,

“stand still!”

You prattle on for the umpteenth time this evening. The loyal enforcer of the gang grunts at the feeling of the cold tape measure wrapped around his bare waist, as he begrudgingly lifts his arms up to avoid messing up the measurements.

“For someone so little,” He groans at the feeling of the flexible measure tightening deliberately around him, “You sure do have a lot of attitude.”

You ignore him, of course. You scribble down the exact number of his measurement down on a piece of paper with a slight hum. The beads of your delicate necklace hang delicately off your neck as you bend over the edge of the table a bit, elbows propping your demure head for support. Arthur couldn’t help but boredly take a peak of what you were writing down, before ultimately sighing as he hopes for this to go a little quicker.

the cigar in his mouth hangs low on his bottom lip, embers flying out from the tip. He takes another slow drag, before letting it out with a gentle sigh- to your direction. You throw the man a puffed-cheek glare, your little nose scrunching up at the smell.

He wouldn’t admit the fact that he felt warm when your fingers would touch his body so subtly when measuring him. Or when your face was so close to his ragged skin, he could really feel your soft breath. Did you always look that pretty when you’re concentrated?

“Hey, Arthur?” That familiar high-pitched voice catches his attention. His hands lazily grab ahold of his low-hung belt, before leaning in.

“Mh?” He lowly grunts, squinting his eyes at the sight of your beady eyes staring up at him. He chews at the end of his cigarette, letting out a huff when the smoke unexpectedly enters inside his body.

You cheekily smile, tinkering your dewy lashes at him to feign innocence. The pencil in your grip is tapped multiple times on the paper, “Wouldn’t pink be a suitable colour choice for your suit?”

“[name].” You’re lucky you were blessed with a cute little face, otherwise he’d have no issue throwing you in the lake nearby.

🪡 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱,

“..I’m not familiar with getting measured, I apologise if I make anything difficult.” Charles quietly explains to you in that baritone voice he had. You can’t help that sweet fluttering in your chest at the apology.

“Nonsense!” You wave him off with a toothy smile, “All you’ll have to do is stand still.”

The gentle giant in-front of you slowly nods. He’s not uncomfortable, but he’s kind of on the edge since this was new to him. But since it’s you, he can feel some of the tension in him melt. Usually, he tends to avoid interacting with other people at camp.

But you? Something about you made him draw closer.

“Just a matter of standing still? I think I can manage with that. No trouble with me.” A ghost of a smile slowly etches onto his dark skin at your expression. Almost.. puppy like.

You’re about to measure his full height to ensure the exact proportions of the suit are balanced, only to realise..

Your height (lack thereof.. oops.) comes in as a bit of an issue here. For plot purposes, there aren’t any stools around nor could you go on your tippy toes to measure him fully.

“..Ah.” Charles blinks at the situation. Amusement crosses his face, before gesturing to hand over the end of the measuring tape. He holds it just at his head, patiently watching you peak at the number it falls down to at his ankles.

“Oh my..” You let out a tiny squeak at the number, a shy smile appearing on your sweet face before scribbling it down on a piece of paper nearby.

“Oh my?” He repeats you, “What? Is that.. Is that bad?”

“No, no!” You stammer, meekly brushing your hands over your light pink petticoat, “You’re just.. Y’know. You’re tall.”

“Oh?” He smiles lightly, lovingly looking at your light expression, “I hope that won’t be too much of a problem.”

“It’s not a problem. Quite the opposite, actually.” You quietly mumble the last part. Oh dear, you can feel his gaze, practically warming up your soul, staring at you as if you hung the stars. You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing!”

🪡 𝓳𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷,

never in your life have you wanted to smack a man in the face so badly.

“Woah,” John grins like a newly wet dog from running through a puddle, “Y’here to take my measurements or to feel me up?”

All you did was just wrap the tape around the swell of his hips. Your cheeks puff out, purposefully tightening the tape to get your point behind.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind either way.” He cheekily smiles, before scoffing at the feeling of the measuring tape deliberately tightening around him.

You swear you can smell the scent of booze. You ignore it, before straightening your back to measure his waist. What you can’t ignore however, was that raspy drawl his voice had which somehow makes you fall for him over and over again.

He may be as dumb as rocks, but his little antics drew you in.

“Hey,” He calls out to catch your attention. You sweetly tilt your head up, and to the side when he looks down at you.

“You gon’ pick the colours of my suit, or do I get to?” He asks curiously.

You ponder, “Well.. Do you want to?”

He thinks about it for a moment, before coming up with an answer. “Nah. Reckon you should. You’re the professional, after all.”

You can’t help but let out a soft giggle, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

When you’ve finished his measurements, you excitedly turn to him to discuss the colour choices which’ll be appropriate for the event coming up soon. Both of your eyes meet and he peers down at you with a loving gaze, it catches your breath a bit before you force yourself to look down at the notes which contained your notes.

“I think your suit should have a low v cut to really show that upper-body of yours. Perhaps a classic navy blue as your primary colour, and— Hey! Are you even listening to me?”

He blinks a few times, a bit sheepish. “I am, I just don’t got a clue on what you’re saying, sweetheart.”

You can feel your hand tighten.

🪡 𝓳𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪,

“Ah.. Quite close there, aren’t you?” He has this.. devilishly handsome smile you want to wipe off badly. He peers down at you as if you were nothing but a little dollie while you measured his chest.

“‘M not trying to be!” You whine, going just a bit lower to wrap the measuring tape around his waist now. You hum delightfully as you find the exact number, squinting your eyes to see where the tip of the measurement tape lands on.

While you’re busy with your own little thing, you don’t notice the way Javier admires you from above. He can’t help but comment on it too.

“You know,” He starts of with a slow, lazy smile. Mischievous, even.

“You’re looking very pretty working down there.” He puts a lot of emphasis on the word ‘very’ in his sentence. It’s subtle, but if you were to be paying attention to him you’d get it immediately.

You tilt your head up to innocently thank him with a small smile etched on your pretty little face, before realising what his words were implying. That little..

“Javier!” You scold him with a very high-pitched tone. You feel your dignity fading away as soon as he replies with a mocking laugh to your whining.

“You know I’m just playing around, chica. Don’t take it so seriously.” His hand goes down to cheekily pinch your squishy cheek to get his point through. You frown.

“You’re horrible.” You babble, begrudgingly taking his last measurement. You’re very tempted to give him the cold shoulder, but decided against it.

“You’re too kind.” He sarcastically replies, that same lazy grin on his face from the start as when he sees you scribbling down some notes about his measurements and preferences. You throw a tiny glare at him, “I’m the one creating your suit here, be nice!”

“Mhm? I haven’t gotten to express my gratitude yet have I?” He takes the notepad away from you, setting it aside before easily picking you up by the waist and setting you on the table, your legs dangle off the edge easily as he nears you.

“Permiteme que, querida.”

[beanzbeanz001]

Reasons why glammike is canon (fuck you)

1. Blue ass eyes

HES GOT THOSE TERRIFYING WHITE PEOPLE EYES!!! like how you could see that Elizabeth possessed baby when her eyes turned green? EXACTLY. (I’m choosing to ignore that blue eyes fit into his overall color palette)

We can forget the fact that they’re two different shades of blue because Mike had a completely different shade of skin in 83 so I feel it doesn’t matter whatsoever

2. Gregory 🫶🫶

Gregory looks almost EXACTLY like cc I don’t wanna hear SHIT!!! of course he’d wanna protect this kid!! He feels guilty for fuckinf killing one that looked just like him!! Also I feel like he’s why Freddy malfunctioned on stage,, like he saw Gregory and thought “oh shit he’s come back to haunt me” and had a seizure

3. His ruin design

You see how he doesn’t have a head? Guess who else doesn’t have a head. HIS BROTHER!! and you see how he’s got a fucked up stomach? Guess who got dragged into a stomach? HIS SISTER!!! That’s right. Parallels.

Also he’s torn to fucking shreads just like his dad

Edit: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT THAT THEY SCOOPED HIS ASS!!! MICHEAL ALSO HAD A HOLE IN HIS STOMACH ITS NOT JUST A SIBLING THING!! oops

4. Arson

I don’t know what to tell you it just runs in his dna. His robot ghost dna.

He’s got like what? 4 counts of arson? He just enjoys setting shit on fire idk

5. I want him to be

I think it would be cool

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[the-summ0ning]

Obsessive/Possessive!Bestfriend!Vessel HC :(

content warnings: swearing, oblivious ves :/, aware reader, poor editing, rambling, two idiots in love

a/n: I personally have beef with this one bc my Tumblr kept crashing as I wrote this on multiple occasions through the week, and I got fed up oops (so sorry if this is a bit eh). Pt 2 perhaps when I'm less ready to throw my phone and laptop against a wall maybe a more NSFW edition?

Bsf Ves who thought it was normal to feel intense emotions towards you. He was always intense and profound about his feelings in general, so why would that exclude his best friend?

He was protective, but he was protective of all the people he cared about?!

So of course it was so normal for him to always walk you home after hanging out even if your place was a breezy block away. It was only a bonus to keep the hang out going for fifteen extra minutes with one of his, if not, his most favorite person!!!

Especially during cold nights, and you’d grab his hand intertwining your chilled fingers with his. Always telling him how he was so warm and inviting, leaning into his touch. That flush on his cheeks? Psh from the brisk weather, nothing else, why’d you ask?

Ignoring the annoying feeling of butterflies in his stomach whenever he was in your presence

and you ignored the fact you weren't down bad for him

he was the first person you showed your shopping hauls to.

His personal favorites were when you'd send pictures in the dressing rooms asking for his opinion. Not caring if there nearly 20 attachments to go through

he was simply no help, he was but a guy, and thought you looked good in everything hehe

close best friends just always were overly affectionate with one another, right?

Like cuddling casually, legs entwined, his rough fingertips slipping underneath your shirt tracing patterns on your tummy :( not bc he liked how soft your skin felt, but bc it calmed you and made you less restless

or or or when he'd be writing lyrics or gaming, he'd be sitting on the floor, and you on the couch running fingers through his hair. All solely to help him focus. You couldn't help how he'd stop what he was doing to crane his neck upwards to stare dreamily at you with a dopey smile

When you knew you'd be spending the night at his house, you'd lotion extra, and spritz a couple more pumps of fragrance on you and your things. Not bc you had hopes it'd linger on his sheets, and you wanted to get his on and off situationship you weren't fond of secretly to get the hint to buzz off finally BUT bc you just liked to smell nice and clean to rot in bed with Vessel

And he totally didn't use boys night as an excuse to stay up and occasionally glance at your location, while you went out with pals, awaiting your “just got home” text. Finally feeling tired enough coincidentally once he got the notification and kicking everyone out or going home to bed.

Or pushing past his social anxiety, to go out and make his rounds with IV or Sam to the pubs for a pint or to watch a match. He was /totally/ a big sports guy like his two friends so why wouldn’t he enjoy a loud rowdy overstimulating environment to watch a game?

He, in fact, did not care for sports like Ivy and Sam did and only knew enough to keep up with conversations.

And he definitely did not subject himself to these nights only bc he knew you liked to end nights at these specific pubs or occasionally came out to meet your mutual friends for drinks. And certainly not to see you in real time in your going out outfit, even though he looked at the picture you sent him before leaving your place frequently throughout the night

“Oh hey! I didn’t know you’d be here? Let me buy your next drink darling!”

You knew Vessel too well, knowing his disdain for these social settings. So every time you saw him at your favorite pub, you’d shoot him a look and he’d only sheepishly smile.

“The guys dragged me out of the house. So annoying.” He’d groan, and rub the back of his neck in annoyance

Yeah he was so normal about you.

Like a normal best friend would disregard every person you dated right? You only deserved the best and dating that person is settling in Vessel’s eyes?

Scowling immediately when he’d meet them, grilling the fuck out of your date. Watching how their hands lingered on you throughout the night, and how his chest tightened, knowing that should be him beside you, touching you like that

It wasn’t jealousy, never that. Just that protectiveness he felt for you—and all his friends ofc (can’t forget his other friends)

After a series of failed dates, tonight taking the cake, you showed up to Vessel’s house, disappointed needing the comfort of your best friend. You came right from the date to his place still in your pretty outfit you wore.

His chest tight and aching seeing how upset you were curled up on his couch, in his hoodie and sweats, blundering on everything you could have done wrong rather than accessing what your date did wrong

Seething about it actually, how could the person that brought him so much joy think they could have royally screwed things up?! He’s met a handful of the people you dated, they were all so wrong for you!

If they were wrong, who was right then?

That is when it smacked him in the face rather aggressively, feeling agitated hearing you ramble how you must have been unworthy and so broken for someone to love you. But he had loved you so effortlessly, it was one of the easiest feats he has done in his lifetime. Your imperfections and all were laid bare to him, and he still hadn’t recoiled because of it.

“But I love you.” It tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

A half hearted smile on your face, sniffling, wiping your stray tears with the floppy oversized sleeve of his hoodie. “You’re my best friend, Ves. It’s different.”

What he didn’t know was your miserable effort to date was to distract and repress what you knew was love that blurred that bordered more than platonic would be unreciprocated. Realizing months ago, it was always more, but rather staying friends, keeping it locked away, in fear he'd reject you. That most of the conversations on your dates involved stories with him, only tonight, realizing that was your flaw so blatantly.

He was the brightest star of your universe. An overbearing presence that made your dates uncomfortable, but you had considered him and you a package deal for anyone wanting to get to know you

And when you'd moan about your love life woes, it subtly included him as well.

“Would it be so horrible if I love you more than a best friend should?” It was a quiet confession that you thought you imagined if he wasn’t on the other side of the couch facing you. Leaving air caught in your throat, speechless. The air growing tense with the silence between you two

“It wouldn’t be horrible.” You finally willed the words out, but your nerves were clawing at you not at the realization that your feeling were reciprocated.

"So let me then." he willed, inching closer to you. "Let me show you how you deserved to be treated, and stop entertaining these lame fucks." His face now so close to yours, hand cupping your cheek

You searched his eyes for any chance he was messing with you. This had to be dream right?? The brush of his thumb on your cheekbone the only thing grounding you back to earth. Only nodding dazed at his words making him smile gently. "I need words, dove." his thumb trailed to your bottom lip, dragging it down a bit.

"That's all I wanted to hear for months." You admitted shyly.

That was all it took for his lips to be pressed against yours in a soft kiss, all the tension dissolving and encrypted into the gesture. The love, frustration, and yearning melding between your mouths, his hand wrapping in the hair at the nape of your neck to bring you impossibly closer.

"We were never meant to be just friends." He mumbles against your lips.

"Never." you agreed, crawling into his lap.

[shiki-jin]

YOUR CELESTIAL MAJESTY • SAGAU

(part 0 here)

was listening to TruE on loop while writing the last part of this, it's genuinely such a good song ugwvdya

also can you spot the contradiction ;D it's plot relevant i promise

not proofread, dont bully me ill write a thesis on why youre a meanie

—

you had long deleted genshin, since you had other things to do. you had wanted to go back to the game for a while now, now that you were less busy, but there was just one little problem.

it was now taking up nearly triple the amount of space that it was when you uninstalled it. around 300 whole gigabytes.

jesus christ, what phone can even handle this???

your phone, apparently. because as you opened the game to see if maybe a miracle would happen and that if maybe they would just, like, remove half of the things in the game, it just… kinda loaded?

no installing new files, no checking for anything, no nothing…. just an immediate pan to the gates of celestia.

you decided to check if it was the right genshin since this was just way too weird, but countering your judgement, every link you found led you to the same game, leading you to believe it not to be a bootleg or an illegal version.

guess i’ll trust it then.

you clicked on the gates which opened smoothly, and your screen turned white. then, the symbols of the seven elements appeared in gray.

and then the game just… opened. no loading time, once again. no getting stuck on the geo symbol, nothing. nada. just a smooth entrance into what you had to assume to be teyvat — but your surroundings didn't really support that claim.

the grass was brown and just looked off, the sky was gray. a darker shade than, say, mond’s walls, but it was like one of those game crashes.

well, except you could still move around.

you moved your current character around (the traveller? since when were they the only one in your team?) and decided to open the map after not figuring out where you could possibly be.

hold on, this is springvale? since when?

eveything looked dead, like it had been rotting for a century. you tried to ignore it though, and teleported to the inside of mondstadt. surely this was just some glitch, right? one that would fix itself if you teleported?

maybe the world loaded incorrectly, maybe the fact that nothing took time to load meant that it couldn't load, maybe this or that, maybe…

maybe this really was how the game looked normally. you hadn't done any quests though, so you wondered if it could be restored.

you took a screenshot of the your surroundings — the stone, worn down and dirty. the houses which looked to be in a horrible state, and… the npcs, all sickly and pale, like they were starving.

you went to reddit (yes, reddit), and posted the screenshot, asking if it was normal.

you closed the game and decided to take a nap, too tired to really deal with this shit any further.

while you slumbered, people replied to your post.

╰┈➤ lol me too anon, me too

╰┈➤ isn't the game closed or wtv? how'd you get this wtf

╰┈➤ they're trolling

╰┈➤ o makes sense oops

╰┈➤ So we’re all still mourning huh

╰┈➤ jokes aside that's a super impressive edit ngl

you remained unaware of the truth, but you'd find out soon enough.

actually, you'd find out now, apparently…

what the fuck?? why is my bed so hard now?

you groaned and forced your eyes open, seeing a dark, nearly black sky.

the only light was a single star, lingering right above you.

“since when was i outside...?"

a voice spoke to you, answering your question.

“you always have been, have you not? but would you like to head inside, my lord?”

... huh? i recognize that voice...

—

p.s. place your bets on who it is, i’m thinking of one specific character but if there's a fan fav i'll make it them instead since i haven't written anything beyond this point (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

p.s.s. don't expect updates to this series too quickly, i wish i could write as quick as i think of ideas but sadly that's not the case orz

[cosmitton]

benjicot blackwood enemies/rival to lovers (?) with bracken!reader headcanons

A/N: I originally started writing this the day after the episode with “Benji” came out and never finished it until today, lol, so it’s not a very original idea. Sorry lol.

I know that he might not be Benji and that the show called him Davos, but idc idc idc. I think he fits as an aged-up Benji so that’s what he’ll be to me lol. Maybe if they give us actual Benji later in the show, I’ll come back to edit this to Davos. You can think of this as either Benji or Davos, it’s up to you but I’m referring to him as Benji.

Also, I can’t believe that the first thing I’m writing for HOTD is just because of this rabid squirrel that was on screen for maybe 5mins LMAO

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!F!Reader

Enemies/Rivals to Lovers(?)

Warnings: nsfw (not full-on smut, just a bit I think), a little violence, Benji being a little shit lol, reader is easily irritated oop-

As with pretty much everyone in House Bracken, you were raised to hate the Blackwoods

Regardless of whether or not anyone even remembered why at this point

As a woman, naturally there were a lot of people that opposed to you learning how to fight or participating in battle

No matter how hard you fought for it, it wasn’t your place

But you weren’t the type to just accept being pushed aside so easily

And, oddly enough, Benji was different from the other men you knew

He didn’t seem to care very much that you were a woman fighting, he just wanted someone to talk shit to

He cared more that you were a Bracken, and, even more than that, you were fun to fight and mess with

At this point, you couldn’t remember when or how this started, but it was a relatively regular occurrence for the two of you to butt heads

Occasionally coming to physical blows

Like right now

Benji really needed to learn how to shut up if he didn’t want to get punched in the face

Though he would probably say the same about you

Despite the fact that you both had swords you could’ve used, you both have a tendency to use fists with each other

“Here you spend all your time trying to prove yourself a fighter and that’s the best you can do? What a shame, Bracken.”

“Fuck yourself, Blackwood. You can prattle all you want but you have yet to draw blood when I have.”

Benji laughs, not even bothering to wipe that blood from his mouth

You try to ignore what the sight of him bloody does to you

“I’m merely being kind. We both know how much you enjoy having your hands on me. Who am I to deprive you?”

You can feel the heat creeping up your neck and into your face, but before you can respond, Benji is suddenly much closer to you

You didn’t realize how fast he could be

“Although, I’m sure we could figure out a much better way to have your hands on me if you’re so desperate.”

You’re stubbornly trying to ignore the feelings his deeper, raspy voice inspires in your belly

Instead you focus on the rage that hits you immediately

You’re both long past decorum at this point, so you don’t think twice before rushing him to tackle him to the ground

Benji’s still laughing, seeming to think this is all a game

You’re rolling around on the grass now, both of you trying to gain the upper hand on the other

For a moment, Benji uses his weight to pin you down

“I knew you couldn’t resist rolling around with me. We could find some place more comfortable-”

You bite his hand that’s pinning your shoulder

When he pulls away with a sound that’s halfway between amused and surprised, you throw your weight to roll him over

“Give up now, Blackwood, and I won’t cave your skull in.”

“You’d never harm my face, you enjoy it too much.”

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, would that you could back it up.”

“Oh, you like my mouth, don’t you, Bracken? Don’t worry, I could show you just how talented it is if you’re so interested.”

You go to punch him before you come to a realization

Benji’s just laying there

He isn’t even trying to get up or throw you off

“What are you doing?”

“What?”

“You’re not even attempting to push me off.”

Benji grins and you immediately regret asking in the first place

“Why would I? I can get on board with you being on top if you so wish to be.”

You’re exasperated, what did you expect

You roll your eyes, frustrated that you’re not getting anywhere with this

Ignoring that you’re also frustrated because of the images his words conjure and, he’s right, you wouldn’t mind being on top either

“You’re a fool.”

You get up to walk away from him

You should’ve expected that Benjicot Blackwood wouldn’t give up so easily

He scrambles to tackle you by the knees and you catch yourself before you faceplant into the ground

Benji’s weight lands against your back and presses your chest down, your arms folded between the grass and your body

“Blackwood! Get the fuck off of me!”

His laugh is right next to your ear now and you hate the way it sends a thrill down your spine

“Come now, little spitfire, you’re running already?”

“I’d never run from a craven like you! I’ve just decided you’re not worth my time.”

You’re trying to wriggle out from underneath him, embarrassed by the way the warmth of his body encompasses yours

“Careful, you might hurt my feelings.”

“I’ll hurt you in much worse ways than that if you don’t get up immediately.”

You try to push yourself up by your arms, but that just presses you against him even more

And he makes a noise that’s like a sigh and a groan

Gods

That noise should not make your face warm and your thighs tingle the way it does

You’re both frozen now, unsure what to do with that new development

He drops his head so that it’s pressed against your neck and shoulder now

“…Ben?”

“I told you to be careful…” his voice is much deeper now, and you can feel it rumble from his chest and through your back

You could also feel something pressed against your ass

“What are you doing?” You ask again, because you don’t know what else to say

“Nothing.” He replies, but you can feel his hands on your waist now

You refuse to acknowledge the fact that you’re not trying to get away from him anymore

His hands start to move slowly up toward your chest, as if giving you a chance to tell him to back off

You don’t

You can feel his breath against your skin from where his face is tucked against your neck still

You’re breathing hard by the time his hands reach your chest

You know he can feel it because you can feel his smile against you

But he’s breathing hard too

Still, the idea that he’s affecting you more than you’re affecting him annoys you so you press yourself back against him harder

You’re rewarded with the same low noise he made earlier and you feel the same tingles between your thighs

He must take this as a challenge, too, because one of his hands moves to your thigh and squeezes

“Must I warn you yet again to be careful?” Benji breathes

“You may as many times as you wish, however I may not listen.”

He laughs breathlessly and presses himself harder against you, pushing you against the ground

In response, you press back again

And you two continue like that, pushing and pulling like the ocean, rhythmic

His hand moves further up your thigh, pressing between them

Your legs part further without thought

You’re not thinking of much but Benji anymore

The movements of his hips are getting more frantic, his breathing heavier

His hand finally slips down the trousers you’re wearing to touch your skin directly

And you learn that Benjicot Blackwood doesn’t know how to shut up even now

“Gods, I always wondered how soft you’d be.”

“I knew you’d be so warm, I dreamt about it.”

“I bet you’re so beautiful, too. Pretty little princess.”

“So wet, gods, have you thought about this as much as I have?”

You wondered if he even knew what he was saying at this point, considering it all just sounded like rambling now

But you also couldn’t deny it, you had thought about this multiple times – even in your dreams

You have no awareness of how quiet or loud the noises you’re making might be right now

Probably for the best, though – you’d most likely be embarrassed

Either way, you know Benji can still hear you because he won’t stop smiling

If you weren’t so distracted by his fingers right now, you’d punch his smug face again

He’s lucky his hands make up for his personality

You’re almost nervous by the feeling that’s quickly creeping up on you right now – having never experienced it before and unsure of what exactly will happen

He must notice by the way that you’re squirming, almost trying to get away

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, “I’ve got you. I’m here, relax.”

You figure he must know more about it than you, which isn’t exactly surprising from what you’ve heard about what boys his age typically get up to at night

So you relax and give into the feelings he conjures in you with his fingers

He must be feeling similar things by the low moan-breaths he’s making and the quickening of his hips

You gasp, pressing your mouth against the back of your hand that grips the grass underneath you, when that building pressure finally snaps

Your thighs, almost on instinct, start to close around his hand that doesn’t stop moving between them

But his other hand moves to squeeze at your hip when his finally still, pressing his open mouth against your neck as he gasps lowly

His hips finally slow, seeming to come back to the world as you do

He’s still softly touching you, until you start to feel a bit too sensitive and squirm away

You’re both silent for a moment, aside from your harsh breaths

And now that you’re back to reality – you’re faced with one question more important than the others

Where do you two go from here?

[loremaster]

CHAPTER 0: Stampede on the Amaterasu Express

(fitting that this should be posted on Zilch's birthday! EDIT: it was not in fact fitting because it was not in fact Zilch's birthday. whoever started posting Zilch stuff got me good T_T EDIT AGAIN: It WAS Zilch's birthday - the real one! I was right all along!)

Everything starts out pretty much the same.

A teeny little guy wakes up in a room full of umbrellas and is delighted to learn that his name is Yuma Kokohead. He catches his train at the last minute, but turns out there's an impostor in the room. Uh oh! Who could it be?

Aphex and Pucci use their Quirks Fortes to find out if there's anyone else aboard, and there isn't... but then Pucci hears something. Footsteps. Lots of footsteps, actually. Gaining speed on the Amaterasu Express. Yuma tries to look out a window, but there are none.* Tensions rise.

Aphex wants to head to the control room and stop the train. "So what if we don't know who's out there? I can take 'em!" Zilch disagrees. "You idiot! That's exactly what they want us to think. We're far safer in here. Do you want us to reach our destination alive or not?" Melami sides with Aphex. "This is too suspicious to ignore. I think we should see what the matter is. What if there's someone out there who needs our help? What if... it's a real fashion disaster?" Pucci agrees with Zilch. "If we keep the train running forward, we can wait to confront whatever's out there until the local law enforcement can help us... It's too loud to be any regular person..." Zange remains staunchly neutral. "We wouldn't even be having this discussion if this train had any windows! Damn Amaterasu, trying to show off this pointless automated technology... I bet this whole thing is a trap anyway!"

Meanwhile, Yuma is having an invisible crisis.

And then, from Yuma's perspective:

MYSTERY LABYRINTH TIME!!!!! Yuma explores the train cars with the detectives' belongings here in the ML instead of IRL. After gathering evidence, he is able to deduce that the many footsteps approaching the train are actually not humans, but a stampede of animals, presumably controlled by the real Zilch Alexander. He unmasks the hitman within the Labyrinth and they have a pose-off.

And the true culprit's soul is reaped in dazzling fashion!

But from the other detectives' perspectives...

Zilch literally just drops dead in the middle of an argument.

Melami: "Gasp! Aphex, you killed him!" Aphex: "What the--! I did not!! He fell forward!" Pucci: "...there's no heartbeat... He's... actually dead..." Zange: "That didn't look like heart failure to me." (sending the video footage to his phone)

Now with Aphex's rival out of the way, he, Melami, and Yuma can stop the train and finally see what awaits them outside!

Ohhh yeahhh, that's right. The hitman stole all of Zilch's clothes.

After Zilch strips a corpse and gets his clothes back, they are met at the station by Swank and the Peacekeepers, who are pissed that their boy is dead and also naked. Yakou intervenes as usual, and the whole crew goes to get boba!!!! Yayyyy!!!

*This post was written before I checked a screenshot of the game and realized the dining car DID have windows. Oops. So, either this AU there's no windows, or this is how it goes down instead:

I think even Shinigami could solve this one.

NEXT: PROLOGUE

[saltydumplings]

I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND BUT IM LITRALLY OBSSESSED WITH SNIPPET 17

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE ANOTHER PART

OH AND HERES ANOTHER ICECREAM 🍦

-Anon egg 🥚

Snippet #17.3

Part 3

This took me...so goddamn long. But it's finally here. THE SPICE HAS ARRIVED. (Also sorry if there are any mistakes, I may or may not have rushed the editing a bit in my excitement oop--)

Cw: SUGGESTIVE, SPICY, HOT HOT PEPPERS.

The henchman's ears were burning. In fact, their whole face was burning - cheeks growing pinker by the second as they listened to the conversation that was happening just a few steps away from them. At first they'd tried to ignore it but it was impossible: they were in the same room - no matter how quietly their superiors spoke they'd still be able hear every word.

"Very well behaved... you wouldn't believe some of the sounds they can make...eager to please...especially good when it comes to using their mouth..."

The hero's whispered praise had them fidgetting on the spot, the comments going straight to their head and, admittedly, other more...private places.

They straightened their back the second they heard the two's chatter come to an end, the villain's footsteps slowly returning to them.

Was this really happening?

Sleeping with the hero was one thing but the villain? It was like a dream - had been a dream for so long even though they hadn't fully realised it at the time. They clasped their hands together tighter in their lap, their mind flooded with excitement and nerves and lust and something else that was warm and fuzzy and making their heart run a damn marathon while their legs stayed trapped beneath them.

It all stopped when the villain touched them though. When they combed their fingers through the henchman's hair before trailing downwards, capturing the henchman's chin and tilting their gaze up in one soft motion.

"Henchman..."

The villain's eyes were darker than they had ever seen them. Beautiful and tempting, the power they possessed in that moment sending a rush of warmth throughout the henchman's body.

"Villain," they replied, waiting for direction.

"Boots off. Get on the bed."

The henchman did it instantly, sliding off their shoes and placing them neatly to the side before climbing up onto a mattress that they already knew from experience to be soft as sin itself. They knelt at its centre, cheeks flushed as they watched the villain removing their own shoes along with their cape, tossing the items carelessly to the floor. As the bed dipped beneath the villain's weight, the henchman's gaze fluttered off to the side, settling briefly onto the hero who simply grinned back at them - one hand already dipping lazily below the hem of their pants.

A hand caught the henchman's chin once more.

"Eyes on me," the villain said, voice accompanied by the slightest hint of a growl.

The henchman corrected their mistake immediately, blushing when the villain's free hand came to rest around their neck.

"You've been keeping secrets from me, love...How long did you intend to hide it?"

The henchman swallowed, unconconsciously trying to lean in closer only to have the villain hold them back. "I-In my defence," they said, "I didn't really know until, w-well," their eyes flicked to the hero and back, "recently..."

They couldn't have hidden the small movement from the villain if they tried. The other caught the meaning behind it instantly, lips curling up into a teasing grin as they shuffled closer - the hand on the henchman's chin now falling down to squeeze at their thigh.

"Jealous?" the villain asked.

The hue of the henchman's cheeks darkened. "N-No..."

The villain chuckled. "Lying to me, pet? I'd have thought that after all these years you'd have known to behave better than that."

A small gasp escaped the henchman's lips as they were suddenly pushed back, the villain shifting their weight onto them seamlessly as they pinned them in place. For a second, their grip on the henchman's neck tightened before loosening again.

"I'll let it go though," the villain said, "just for tonight: you're not the only one who's been lying..."

The henchman knew that. Had known it for a few hours now after the hero had told them but still the admission left them too stunned for words. Thankfully, for what the villain had in mind, speaking wasn't required.

The villain leant down tantalisingly slow, gaze dropping to the henchman's lips and staying there for a second before they finally acted.

The kiss was so much softer than the henchman thought it would be. The villain started with a simple, light peck before gradually forming it into something more - their tongue grazing lovingly along the henchman's lower lip until the other opened up with a small hum, tilting their head back to help deepen it only to have the villain pull away again. They smirked, hands pressing down upon the henchman's shoulders.

"Want more?"

"Please," the henchman said, leaning up and immediately being pushed back down.

"Aw, begging already?" the villain teased. "Hero was right, you truly are touch-starved."

Their hand reached up to the top button of the henchman's shirt and popped it open, tracing the small triangle of skin they'd revealed before trailing their fingers up again - touch featherlight as they ran a path up the henchman's collar and neck and then over their chin, the pad of their thumb stroking at their subordinate's lower lip.

The henchman's breath hitched and their own hands reached out, desperate to hold onto anything. First they clutched the sheets in a rush but soon they found something better: the villain's thighs were warm to the touch, even under the thick fabric of their fighting suit; the muscles there tense even though the other looked relaxed, firmly intent on keeping the henchman pinned beneath them.

"But don't worry, pet," the villain continued, hands now setting upon a different course of action as they travelled back down, "I'll give you all the attention you could possibly want. The only catch is--" The villain's hands gripped their wrists and brought them up, pinning the henchman's hands above their head all too soon "--you won't be able to return the favour."

Within seconds, the henchman's expression went from awe to a small pout. They squirmed a little, daring to test the villain's strength.

"That's not fair," they said.

The villain's lips quirked upwards, eyes glinting in a way that the henchman knew meant nothing but trouble. "I know," the villain agreed. Then they leant down a little, breath ghosting across the shell of the henchman's ear as they lowered their voice. "But you want to be good for me, don't you?"

Very, very unfair.

Of course the henchman wanted to be good for the villain - pleasing their superior was one of their favourite hobbies! They were an overachiever by nature and the villain knew that!

But they also wanted to touch them so, so badly.

Conflicted, the henchman struggled a little more, eyes pleading. "N-No..."

The villain's brows rose up in surprise. "No?" they mimicked.

The henchman simply flushed, unable to bring themself to say it again.

"You wouldn't disobey me now, would you Henchman?"

They quickly shook their head - of course they wouldn't!

"Oh, so you'll be good and stay just like this?" the villain said.

Again, the henchman pouted. "But that--"

"It's your choice: you either be good for me or I'll make you be good for me. And the latter one doesn't come with a reward," the villain stated, gripping the henchman's wrists just a little tighter.

Reward?

In the corner of the room, they heard the hero let out a soft huff. "I never get any rewards," they muttered.

"That's because you never earn them," the villain retorted. "Now hush, or you can spend the rest of our time watching the wall."

The hero grumbled but soon quietened once more, the henchman biting down on their lip as the villain's gaze settled back on them.

"Well?" they said. "Will you be good?"

Knowing their options - very unfair options - the choice wasn't all that hard anymore.

The henchman finally let themself relax into the villain's hold, giving a small nod of their head.

The villain grinned. "Use your words, pet."

Fuck, the villain hadn't even properly started yet and already the henchman felt like melting on the spot - blushing harder than they ever had before.

"Yes," they said.

"Yes what?"

Any more of this the henchman was sure they might just combust. "Y-Yes: I'll be good."

"Good." With that the villain released them, trusting the henchman to keep their hands above them whilst the villain's own travelled downwards.

It took all of the henchman's effort not to reach up immediately; not to be greedy and take whatever was within reach before the villain stopped them again. That reward better be worth it. Any more teasing and the henchman wasn't sure they'd be able to control themself.

Unlike them, the villain was able to act on their impulses.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," they whispered, placing a kiss upon the henchman's neck and tracing the small metal ring at the centre of their collar, admiring it. "No idea how long I've dreamt of taking off this stupid uniform."

The second button of their shirt was popped open, quickly followed by the third. The henchman tilted their head back, giving the villain better access to their neck and moaning lowly when the other didn't waste any time in exploiting it - nipping and licking at the sensitive skin. After a second they leant back up for another kiss, claiming the henchman's mouth once more with their own. They were rougher this time, tongue exploring deeper while their fingers worked on opening up the fourth button, pausing in their administrations briefly to pull the fabric aside and stare down at the henchman's now exposed chest and--

They stopped.

The henchman let out a small questioning sound as they felt the villain stiffen above them, attempting to tilt their head down to see what was happening only to have a hand grip their jaw and push them back. Content they would stay, the villain's grip retracted and another slow second passed... The henchman practically squeaked when their shirt was suddenly ripped open, buttons flying off to the side and the fabric torn as the villain growled, fingers tracing over something on the henchman's chest that they couldn't see.

"Hero," the villain said.

Oh.

Oh no.

The henchman remembered exactly what the problem was now.

They flushed, fidgetting a little as they tried to hide but the villain wouldn't let them - stilling their moving hips in an instant and holding them there, keeping the marks the hero had given them on full display.

"Just a few more...Villain will love this."

The hero had lied: the villain looked downright wrathful.

"Hero," the villain repeated.

"Hm?"

"I've changed my mind."

The hero's reluctance to respond had been playful before but their pause now suggested differently - the silence of the room intense and heavy, the only thing breaking it being the henchman's small gasp when the villain unexpectedly brushed their fingers over the sensitive skin of their chest.

"About what?" the hero asked.

"I think you know what," the other answered, their one hand shifting to play with the henchman's left nipple and causing them to jolt in surprise whilst their attention remained on the hero. A few seconds passed and their right hand travelled up to occupy the henchman's mouth - fingers pushing past their lips and settling onto their tongue almost boredly, muffling the small whine that was escaping them along with any defence for the other that they might have had.

The hero whined on their behalf. "But you said--"

"And I changed my mind." They gave the henchman's right nipple the same treatment, teasing and rubbing until the other squirmed - the henchman feeling like they were the one being punished for the hero's actions instead. "As far as I'm concerned, you've had your share of fun today, love. You'll be lucky if denial is the worst punishment I give you tonight."

A huff. From where they were laying, the henchman could just about make out the hero moving their hands to their sides - the simple change clearly challenging for them. The henchman idly wondered how far along they'd brought themself before the villain had decided to deny them.

"Mean," the hero grumbled.

"What was that?" the villain asked.

"I said they're getting impatient."

That definitely was not what the hero had said. But it didn't make it any less true.

The villain's fingers were still teasing them relentlessly, though at the hero's comment they stilled. The henchman flushed as their mouth became empty once more, their superior's attention returning to them swiftly at the suggestion.

"That true, pet?" The villain stroked their cheeks softly, voice a low, teasing coo. "Are you getting impatient?"

Yes, the henchman thought. But instead they bit their lip and shook their head, wanting to please the villain in the hopes it would make them go faster.

It didn't.

"Good," the villain said. Their hands trailed back down, slow and content as ever as they traced over each hickey they came across - sometimes pressing down softly as if they were counting them. "We have a long night ahead and, thanks to Hero, I have to go over every single one of these marks until I'm convinced that they're mine. After that, well...your tasks for tomorrow don't involve much walking, do they?"

No, maybe. The henchman didn't care when the villain's lips were already pressing at a spot just below their collarbone, tongue carefully working over already marked skin. How many hickies had the hero given them? How long would it take for the villain to go over them all? They clutched the sheets above them, willing themself to stay still and think of something else before they lost their mind over how slow the villain was going.

What were they doing tomorrow? Paperwork? They usually did errand runs for their superior on Tuesdays too but something told them that the other might just let them off.

The villain finally finished with their first mark, quickly moving down to start work on a second. For a moment, the henchman lost their focus and let go of the sheets as the villain's hands groped at their thighs and waist, blatantly touching when they knew the henchman couldn't. Their arms hitched up very slightly before they remembered themself, forcing them back down against the bed once more, thankful that the villain hadn't noticed.

Then they remembered they were being watched...

They tilted their head to the side fractionally, wide eyes locking onto the hero's all too easily. The other smiled at them.

Please don't tell, the henchman thought.

The hero opened their mouth slowly, taunting, the henchman shaking their head as subtly as they could whilst begging with their eyes. It was just one little slip up - surely they could let it pass.

Please. Please.

The hero shut their mouth and leant back in the seat with a small wink, the henchman almost sighing in relief but letting out a small moan instead when the villain's teeth scraped against their skin. They let their gaze return to the ceiling, thankful they wouldn't be caught out so soon. That wouldn't be the end of it though: no, the hero was bound to hold this over them later. Not to mention, should they slip up again, the henchman had no doubts that the other would tell on them.

And that was why they needed to focus. Why they needed to be good.

Errands and paperwork, errands and paperwork...

The villain stooped down lower, sucking on a mark just below their waist.

Errands and paperwork. Errands. And paperwork...

The henchman wished the villain would go further. Felt tempted to buck their hips in the hopes it would convince them to do something more but they knew that was dangerous thinking.

They had to be good. They had to think about errands. And paperwork.

Errands.

The villain was touching their thighs again.

Paperwork.

They were touching everywhere that was so close and yet so far from where they wanted the attention most.

Errands and paperwork. Errands--

Please.

They could feel the other's mouth dragging down lower, hands trailing up.

--Paperwork. Errands and paperwork. Paperwork and - please - errands. Errands and - s-so close - and paperwork and errands and a meeting and--

A meeting?

The henchman gasped as the villain's fingers traced over their clothed sex, mouth licking at another mark on their hip bone...

Was this a bad time to remind their superior that they were meant to be meeting with supervillain tomorrow at nine?

Part 5

[somber-sapphic]

Flu in the FBI

〘Prompt 7 (day 8, oops)- "You're a jerk when you're sick.〙

〘Notes- Yeah, I was going to post this yesterday but I only finished it a few minutes ago. I'm probably just going to write as I have time for now, but I'll do my best to keep up with this month! Excuse the title, it's bad. Also for the editing, it doesn't exist :,)〙

〘Summary- Morgan really can't take a hint.〙

〘Word Count- 1.2k〙

〘Pairing- JJ x Sick Emily (CM)〙

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“Come on Prentiss, just a quick game!” Morgan teased, throwing a sugar packet at the brunette’s head. Emily didn’t even look up to register the “attack”, she just continued to power through her paperwork with gritted teeth.

The game he was talking about was a version of basketball in which they would try to throw as many sugar packets into a paper cup as they could in a minute. The loser usually had to take a portion of the winner’s paperwork. It was something they often did to lighten the mood of their dreary workplace.

Normally, the former Interpol agent would’ve taken him up on the challenge, but she didn’t have the energy. The slight cold she’d felt developing on the second day of the case had turned into a full-on bout of the flu, and it was kicking her ass.

Another packet of sugar smacked her on the head, but she ignored it, focusing instead on making sure her letters were even slightly recognizable. Her hands had grown progressively shakier throughout the last few hours, turning her already messy handwriting into chicken scratch.

“Not tonight, Morgan.” Emily croaked, stifling a sneeze. She was secretive about it, in fact someone who didn’t know her well wouldn’t have noticed. Reid, who was standing slightly to the side of her, only knew that she had sneezed because of the quick tensing in her shoulders and the slight bob of her head. The woman had mastered the art of being discreet.

“What, scared you’ll lose?” Derek taunted, a gloating edge to his voice. Had he been paying attention he would’ve seen the reddening around Emily’s nostrils, the glassy tint to her typically sharp brown eyes, and the ghastly pale shade of her skin. Most of the color in her face was coming from the red spots on her cheeks that had come with the spike in her fever.

 “I said no.” She snapped back, her words more clipped despite the congestion. Her patience for his antics was wearing thin and she had no energy for his lighthearted teasing. Deep down the BAU agent knew that her friend meant no harm, but this illness had her short tempered and miserable. As soon as she had completed her work she planned to drive home and sleep until she was free of this illness.

“Nah, I get it. You don’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of Spencer. Don’t worry princess, I don’t think he cares.” It may have been his own exhaustion not letting him notice Emily’s poor mood, but it didn’t matter. He had pushed her over the edge, and she wasn’t going to hold back.

“Morgan. I said no. I do not want to play your stupid game; I want to finish my fucking work and then I want to go home. What part of that isn’t clear to you?” She slammed her hands onto her desk and glared at him, trying to muster the scariest look she could. It was hard to look menacing with a runny nose, but Emily pulled it off.

The tall man stood there in shock, not having expected such a strong reaction. His confusion turned to worry as he finally realized just how sick his coworker was, but that quickly shifted to frustration. He was annoyed with himself for not noticing and annoyed with Emily for her tone. Sure, he had deserved it, but no one liked to be talked to like that.

“You’re a jerk when you’re sick.” He grumbled, walking back to his own desk.

“Oh, I’mthe jerk? You were throwing shit at my head!” Oops. He hadn’t meant for her to hear that. Emily was fuming and, more embarrassingly, felt like she was about to start crying. The stern words of her mother rang in her head, demanding that she keep her emotions in check. She could cry when she got back to her apartment.

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” JJ asked, appearing out of seemingly nowhere. Apparently the two had been louder than they realized, they had attracted a crowd. Garcia had emerged from her Bat Cave and even Hotch was hovering by the door to his office, surveying his troops.

Rossi was probably deep into his glass of Whiskey by now and couldn’t care less about the happenings of his team as long as they weren’t actively trying to kill each other.

“Nothing.” Emily whispered, sitting back down at her desk. If JJ got involved, she was going to coddle Emily and that, while a tempting idea, wouldn’t let Emily get her work done.

Unlike the others, JJ wasn’t about to let this go. She could see that not only was her girlfriend sick, but she was much sicker than she was letting on. The blonde had noticed it first when Emily had fallen asleep on the plane, but she was secretly hopeful that it was just the lack of rest during the case.

Now it was clear that it wasn’t simple tiredness, her beautiful lover was sick. JJ sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her frustration at bay. She could already tell that Morgan felt bad, but in the short run that didn’t really matter. For now, she needed to get Emily home and get the fever under control.

“Alright. Em, pack your stuff. And one of you,” She jabbed her finger at Morgan and Reid, “is finishing her work. I’ll pay you back later.” The media liaison was not looking for an argument, she had said that they were doing Emily’s paperwork so they would be doing Emily’s paperwork.

“Jayje, I’m fine. I’m almost done anyway.” The brunette protested weakly, no fight behind her words. There was a very good chance that she would be dragged home, and she’d realized that she would be more than okay with that.

“Shush, you look awful,” JJ’s face softened as she looked down at the slightly pathetic woman and she reached out to stroke her cheek. It wasn’t often they showed affection in the workplace.

Even though their relationship had been approved by Hotch, the rest of the team hadn’t been told about it. Being profilers, they had probably figured it out, but no one would say anything until the two felt comfortable.

“Let’s go hun, I’ll make sure Hotch knows.” She said gently, holding out a hand Emily. The brunette hesitated for only half a second before taking JJ’s soft hand and standing with her purse over her shoulder.

With their fingers tangled together, the two women walked toward the exit and entered the elevator. As soon as the two were alone Emily dropped her head onto her girlfriend’s shoulder and coughed painfully into her hand. It sounded like she had been suppressing the fit for a while, and just let it run its course as her body shook from the force.

“Oh sweetheart. Why didn’t you say anything?” She murmured, brushing her lips across Emily’s hot temple. The brunette radiating heat and shivering simultaneously. JJ was itching to get her ill girlfriend home and into a warm bed.

“We were working.” Emily sighed, her voice raw and gravely. She shifted closer to the blonde, beginning to fall asleep standing up and JJ couldn’t help but smile. The woman she loved may be a workaholic, but at least she listened when told to. Well, to JJ anyway.

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[liaromancewriter]

What Could Have Been (5/?)

Series Premise: When Ethan breaks his promise, Cassie is forced to accept they’re not inevitable after all.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 1,560

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Chapter 5: Risky Moves. Romance Rekindled. One is filled with remorse, but jealousy soon rears its ugly head.

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 44, prompt 3. Also, using prompts "dating" & "break-up" from the @choicesmonthlychallenge January 2023 editing. Set during 2x03.

Ethan Ramsey marched down the street. His long legs eating up the pavement, uncaring of other pedestrians, his scowl a deterrent to anyone bold enough to get in his way.

In his head, he replayed the conversation with his father, the look on Cassie Valentine’s face when he dismissed his mother and the complicated emotions swirling inside him for a woman that had abandoned him twenty-five years ago.

He should hate Louise. God knows he wanted to. But a part of him clung to a memory of a sunflower yellow dress and a tinkling laugh that had once made his world bright.

Who knew better than him that love didn’t last? That the world was too often a dark, lonely place. That people didn’t stay. It was better to leave them before they left you.

Like he’d done to Cassie.

Ethan cursed loudly and detoured into the alley behind Donahue’s. He kicked his foot against the brick wall, angry and frustrated with himself, his life and the world in general.

He thought he’d figured his shit out last spring. And yet, here he was again, spiraling out of control.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He needed to rein in his emotions and focus on the facts to do his job well. And the truth was he had a patient waiting for him, which had to be his priority now.

Feeling calmer, Ethan exited the alley near Edenbrook’s back entrance and parking structure. His mask was firmly in place as he got off the elevator on the second floor, only to bump into Cassie, who rushed in through the stairwell door.

“Oops,” she said with a half-laugh. “Sorry, Dr. Ramsey. I didn’t see you.”

“Maybe if you didn’t run around the hospital like a child, you’d pay better attention,” he muttered, annoyed all over again when her scent hit his nostrils.

He felt Cassie stop and stare at him, but he dismissed her as he stomped down the hallway to Lamar’s room. She followed quietly, practically running to keep pace with his long strides.

The day went from bad to worse when they found an empty room, and their patient was nowhere in sight.

“Where the hell is my patient?” Ethan barked at the nurse on duty at the station across from the hospital room.

“Ethan…” Cassie nudged his arm urgently. “In his condition, Lamar’s a danger to himself. We’ve gotta find him.”

“We didn’t see him back there,” he pointed at the hallway from where they’d come, “so he must have headed toward the atrium stairs.”

Knowing there was no time to waste, he quickly called security and issued a Code Green.

They sprinted through the halls, scanning patient rooms and corridors for signs of Lamar or his wife. They were almost at the balcony overlooking the soaring glass-domed atrium when they heard a scream.

Ethan’s heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of Lamar climbing over the railing on the fourth floor. The fifty-sixty-foot drop to the atrium below would likely maim him for life if not kill him outright.

“That fall will kill him. Dammit, come on!”

Before he could finish issuing the command, he glimpsed a trail of blonde hair flying past him like a sprinter coming off the block. Cassie pounded up the stairs, her white coat flapping behind her.

That shook him out of his inertia, and he raced up behind her, taking the steps two at a time. She was faster, though and reached Lamar first. The other man grinned broadly as if it was all a game, and Ethan knew he would be too late to stop him from jumping.

Just a few more seconds, Ethan prayed, pushing himself faster and ignoring the shocked faces that had stopped to watch the spectacle.

He saw Lamar let go of the railing and lean forward as if in slow motion. Cassie lunged at him, her hand grabbing Lamar’s just in time as he dangled in the air. She almost toppled over the edge of the railing as the other man’s weight pulled her forward.

“Cassie!” Ethan shouted hoarsely, fear for her life made his mouth turn dry.

Her shoes dug into the tight space between the floor and the bottom of the railing. Balancing herself, she leaned forward and locked one hand around Lamar’s wrist. Ethan saw her wince as her shoulders and arms strained from the pressure.

“Ethan…” she pleaded, her terrified green eyes meeting his as he rushed to her aid.

“I’m coming, Cassie,” he called out, letting his mask drop.

Ethan reached them before the security guard. Leaning around her, he hauled Lamar back over to safety and pinned him to the floor.

The weight suddenly gone, Cassie lost her balance and toppled backward, her elbow hitting the concrete floor with a loud crack.

“Goddammit,” Ethan cursed.

He left the security guard to restrain Lamar. His wife, Liz, watched with worry and confusion at the words her husband was saying.

Ethan started to check on Cassie when Naveen called out his name.

Still crouched on the floor, Ethan glanced up to see Naveen, some of the senior staff and the hospital’s board watching from one story above with a mix of horror and morbid curiosity.

He’d forgotten the board was meeting today, and Naveen had promised them a tour.

A man in a dark suit broke off from the group and dashed down the stairs. Ethan’s brows knitted in annoyance. He didn’t recognize the stranger and opened his mouth to tell him to get the hell away from his patient.

But the man rushed past him to where Cassie sat on the floor, protectively hunched over her, clutching her elbow. Her face was scrunched in pain, and tears tracked down her cheeks.

“Cassie, look at me,” the other man said, tenderly placing two fingers under her chin to lift her face. “Dislocation?”

Cassie shook her head and paused, taking stock. “I felt something tear when his weight pulled at me. Could be a sprain or torn ligament. Pain is six. Limited mobility. Nate, please help me up.”

He slid one arm around her back, supporting her weight. Cassie pushed her knees off the floor and started to rise.

“Can I just say?” Nate commented in awe. “You, Cassie Valentine, are more awesome than Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel combined.”

“Oh wow. Must have really impressed you if I get compared to DC and Marvel heavyweights?” Cassie chuckled, sniffing back the tears, and leaned against him briefly before straightening.

“I want to be a gentleman, tell you it’s okay to raincheck on our date tonight,” Nate said pleasantly. “But the woman that just saved a man’s life is much too strong-willed to retire with her smelling salts. And I really want to celebrate her in style.”

He smirked. “Maybe even challenge her to a mini-golf rematch since my chances of winning have suddenly improved.”

Cassie burst into laughter. The sound was like a stiletto piercing Ethan’s heart because the laugh wasn’t for him.

Ethan’s initial concern changed to bewilderment at the friendly ease between Cassie and Nate, and he wondered how they knew each other. The confusion quickly turned to red-hot jealousy when he heard about their date.

Uncertainty about wanting to care for Cassie and the rumors that would fly if he shoved the other man aside to do just that had Ethan rooted to the spot.

He was positive Nate wasn’t on the hospital board. He presented to that group often enough to know all its members. He looked vaguely familiar, but Ethan was hard-pressed to place him.

He shook off this new mystery to focus on the existing one. Lamar’s incomprehensible actions. Cassie was talking to Liz now, and Ethan needed to be part of that conversation.

But first, he had to reassure Naveen and clear the hall of spectators.

“Naveen, it’s okay. The situation is under control,” Ethan said when the older man stood before him, eyes narrowed in consternation.

“How am I supposed to be calm at a time like this?” Naveen said quietly, but Ethan could hear the subtle anger in his mentor’s voice.

“Ethan, a patient almost died in front of a hospital full of board members, staff and visitors. Why wasn’t security protocol followed if the patient was a danger to himself?”

“He wasn’t—” Ethan bit off when Cassie approached them cautiously, Lamar’s wife trailing behind her.

“Ethan. Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie amended. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we need to question Lamar. We’re running out of time.”

With a quick nod at Naveen, Ethan followed Cassie and Liz to the other side of the hall. Lamar was still pushing against the security guard, talking about people no one knew.

He absently glanced over his shoulder to see Nate and Naveen talking seriously, heads close together.

How long had Nate and Cassie been dating, he speculated as ugly thoughts clouded his brain. The intimacy he had just witnessed between her and Nate didn’t happen overnight.

So, had she really waited for him while he was in the Amazon? Or was that one more lie he wanted to believe, just like the one about his mother returning out of love for her forgotten son?

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[jasperhaleobsessed]

Mending What's been Broken

Summary: Edward and Bella have a different conversation after New Moon than in canon.

Notes: Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome! :) Hope you all enjoy the story and let me know what you think! Also when I started writing this was only a few hours after the second chapter which is super cool I’ve never written this fast before! Edit: It’s been like 3 months since I’ve touched this oops. I was originally intending for the Cullens and Bella to talk this chapter but I’m going to be doing the discussion or big conversation next chapter! 

Characters: Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, (mentioned) Esme Cullen, (mentioned) Rosalie Hale, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Charlie Swan, and Bella Swan

Warnings: Talks lighting about how Bella felt when Edward Left her.

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Bella's POV

She caught me. I was dreading this. I hate to say that. I don’t want to dread a moment with my best friend. But I don't know what to think. She left me, they all did. Did they leave willingly? Did they hate the idea but did it to protect me? Hmm I guess I do need answers. And I do miss them…especially Alice. I don’t know what to think. I ran my hand through my hair, I felt stressed over the prospect of this conversation. Yes I could get more answers, different points of views and perspectives on this…situation. But I’m scared. I’m not scared of Alice or the Cullen’s I never really have been but it’s what the conversations entails that I’m scared of. She tapped my shoulder, I was deep in thought. I hadn't realized I seemed to have walked away, and that I seemed like I was ignoring her. 

I apologized, “I’m sorry! I was thinking and was deep in thought and didn’t notice.”

“It’s okay Bella.” She said, patiently. “Bella…can I talk to you?” Alice asked. And for once in all the time I had known her she was very patient. Perhaps she saw that she would need patience with me. She was always bouncing with anticipation and excitement. 

I sucked in my breath and said, “Yeah, sure. What about?” 

She sighed, “My family was wondering if after school you would meet us. We need to talk.” She had this look in her eye of desperation and hope. I think…she was desperate for me to come, for us to talk. But hopeful that I would. “Please, Bella?” She almost begged. 

She sighed again and took a deep breath, “We won’t force you into anything but please think about this.” She paused, biting her lip but then continued, “If you change your mind or something like that come around to our house after school.” She started to walk off. But then I I blurted out, “You know… I never said no.” I could not believe I just said that. I covered my mouth for a split second but then lowered it. She turned back and smiled at me kindly, “I know but I can see the future, I have seen the future and the fact that you aren’t hard to read.” She gave me one last look, the bell rang and skipped to her next class. I stood there for a few more seconds before other students started to pour into the hallway. I headed to my next class. English. He was in that class with me. I wonder if he will be there? Or is he out hunting or with his family? What will I do? The other day I felt like I knew what to do or sort of knew how to react. I knew what had to be done but now as it all is happening I don’t know what I should do. Or how to react or how to feel. I wish this was easier, I wish I had all the answers. Maybe I should go. At least I’d get closure. 

Once I arrived I realized he wasn’t there. I felt almost relieved he wasn’t there. Maybe it was the fact that I was scared. Or the fact I didn’t know how to act around him anymore. He told me he’d give me some space but how long will that be? How long do I need? What do I need to do? I felt frustrated because I don’t know what to do anymore. Why can’t this be easier? I yelled in my head. I stepped into the classroom and took a deep breath. It’ll be fine, just breathe. I chanted to myself over and over again hoping it’s true. Because I need it to be. 

It was hard to pay attention but I managed. Luckily Mr.Berty didn’t call on me, I was very grateful for that. Once the bell rang I headed out of the classroom as fast as I could. I did trip but managed to catch myself for once. 

…

Lunch finally arrived. I sat with Angela, Eric, Mike, Jessica, Tyler, and Lauren. As usual Jessica and Lauren were chatting about the latest gossip floating around the school. I had some small talk with Angela which was pleasant and nice as usual. She was a good friend, perhaps we should hang out more. After a few minutes she turned her attention to Eric and I played with my food. I wasn’t really interested in eating today. I had no appetite. I scooted it away. Mike started to blabber to me about hanging out this weekend. I politely declined which caught Jessica’s attention. “What are you doing this weekend Bella? Hanging out with the Cullen’s now that they’re back?” 

I froze. I wasn't exactly sure what to say. I didn’t exactly say no but I was still undecided. I took a deep breath and uttered the words, “Yes, yes I am.” 

She looked confused, her smile faded and she said, “Why?” 

“Because I wanted to…?” It sounded like a question but I was just as confused as she was. What was she getting at? Lauren and Mike didn’t look very pleased as Jessica did either. 

“W-well I thought since you and Cullen weren’t a thing I’d shoot my shot.” 

“What?” All I could think was, is she serious? Like is she that shallow and uncompassionate for her friends?

Laruren looked me up and down like she was disgusted or something like that. And said, “I mean it’s not like you two are still even dating right?” 

They’re both the most insensitive people I have ever met. I felt like I was gonna snap at any moment. I was furious. Who do they think they are, seriously?  All I saw was red. I was so ready to slap them. Usually I tried to stay calm and collected but not today. I was ready to yell at them and tell them how insensitive and disrespectful that is to say to someone but suddenly I felt a cool hand on my shoulder. I turned around and met Edward’s gaze. What was he doing here? I thought he was at home? 

“Hey love, I was wondering if you would like to come sit with me and my siblings?” 

I stared at him shocked, “Well?” he asked. 

“Umm sure why not.” I think he wants to help me but I also think he doesn’t want Jessica or Lauren trying to hit on him or ask him out…again. 

As we moved away from Jessica and Lauren I asked, “What are you doing?” I whispered yelled. I couldn’t help but ask that since yes I’m probably right but still I can’t help but feel confused by all of this. 

“Getting you out of there before you did something you'd regret. “ He then continued, “I’m not trying to upset you but we can’t have you getting expelled or anything.” He joked. 

“Haha.” I said sarcastically. He brushed my shoulder as he led me to our usual spot. “But next time I’m going to stand up for myself I can’t keep letting them get under my skin. I'm so sick of it.” 

“I know but for now let's not worry about them, okay?” I nodded agreeing I’d rather not anyways Charlie probably ground me even more than he already has. Wait, how am I supposed to go talk to the Cullens tonight if I’m not supposed to go out unless it’s for school or work? 

I sat down next to Alice. I wasn't sure just how comfortable I was with sitting next to Edward yet. I didn’t want to make things awkward with him or anyone or myself for that matter. But what I do know is I think he’d understand, I think they all might. 

Surprisingly Emmett was the first to speak up, “So little sis have you decided yet?” He joked. Rosalie elbowed him in the stomach. 

I couldn’t help but laugh with him. He always knew how to relieve the tension. 

“Go on Bella, take your time.” She said patiently. I was surprised Rosalie was being nice to me? I couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked. Jasper smiled at my shocked expression. 

“Go on Darlin’ you can do it we won’t be mad either way don't worry.” He gave me a reassuring smile and sent me a wave of calmness. 

I thought about what Emmett said. It was a good question. What was I gonna do? I mean I had already thought it would be a good idea to get some answers and different perspectives so should I say yes? I think I’ll just have to bite the bullet. 

“My answer is yes.” 

“Really?” Alice questioned. She looked ecstatic. I gave her a small smile. 

“But I need you all to answer some of my questions, alright?”

“Of course.” Edward said, softly. 

“I’m going to wait to ask until tonight and I’ll let you all explain your side first okay?” They nodded. “But I want you all to promise to be quiet and listen to what I have to say carefully. Because what I’m going to talk about isn’t easy.” 

“We understand, don’t worry Bella.” Alice kindly said. 

“Thank You.” I appreciated that they were actually listening and being patient with me. 

“And one more thing?” 

“Yes?” They all asked.

“What are we going to do about Charlie?” 

“Esme will talk to him, don’t worry Bella.” Alice said, reassuringly. I sighed thankful that she saw my question coming. I didn’t want to make Charlie more angry than he already was. 

The bell rang and I stated, “I’ll see you all tonight.” They all said their goodbyes and I walked carefully to my next period hoping I wouldn’t trip this time. 

To Be Continued…

[dark-twist-fairytales]

I have.. Thoughts. About MLP: A New Generation (or My Little Pony Gen 6). Below underneath the cut is what I think.

Sure, Izzy Moonbow is being pushed to be Pinkie Pie, in a way, but she's not. She's more of a Rarity vibe. Because of her place in the harmony. If we're going based on the core 5 rather than the mane 6, things change. Izzy is Rarity. They're both generous, giving anything they have to help others in need. Rarity, episode two, tore off her own tail to help the mane 6 cross a river. Izzy offered her home and supplies to help her group to not get caught, putting herself in the mix of them even if it meant potential harm to her.

Edit: Fixed the gen numbers. Oops.

They're not bad thoughts, but I think they're pushing a vibe that isn't right? Or it's being misinterpreted. Anyways, if being compared to Gen 4 (which is honestly unfair, to a degree, it feels like its own deal, but keeping with it for right now), the compare between characters just feels wrong.

Sunny Starscout was trying hard to be portrayed as the next Twilight, but honestly? She's Pinkie Pie. Now, the push of Twilight isn't wrong, but she's laughter. Happiness. They both try to bring joy to others and spread laughter and happiness around (to success, majority of the time, but lack of leads to a lost of hope), and generally try to be uplifting in times that may seem unfitting.

Hitch Trailerblazer. My boy Hitch. Although showing signs of wanting to be more Fluttershy, he's Rainbow Dash. They're both fiercely loyal, to a fault! Hitch loves his friendship with Sunny, if he didn't, he wouldn't have hunted after her with her trotting with their supposed enemy. Sure, it was to throw her in jail, but to quote him: "I'm not going to bail her out this time!", meaning that he has, in fact, jailed and bailed her. Rainbow Dash gave up on a possible dream opportunity to help her friends out, again, two episodes in!

Zephyrina "Zipp" Storm! She's Applejack, despite the try to be Rainbow Dash, she is brutally honest and tries to be nice about it, but let's be honest: when you have to be, you have to be. Sure, she doesn't exactly tell the full truth sometimes, but it needs to happen. Again, much like Applejack does. Hell, she convinces Pipp to trust her and it works! Pipp wouldn't trust her without backing or dishonesty before, sister relationship aside!

Speaking of: Pipp Petals is Fluttershy, very much the element of kindness. She could have completely LEFT the others in that alleyway to get caught and save herself, but she didn't. She may be more preppy like Rarity, but the kindness in her heart is very much there. Whether she heard Hitch's comment about agreeing with a pegasus is up for debate, or she might even just ignored it, she had been nothing but kind to Sunny and helped her out hen she needed it most while dancing! Again, back to Fluttershy with her being kind, while being shown with animals, it's not limited to animals.

It isn't fair to compare them to gen 4, as characters, but as the elements? Honestly? It works.

Also, as odd as the Skyrim horse tracking is for them, it's fitting. I dig the forward looking, but there are things I agree with that could be better (cutie mark on boths sides rather than one, the manes being dealt a bit better). And this is only going off the knowledge of watching the movie, not either shows (yet), approximately one season of Gen 4, and a bit from previous generations of My Little Pony, so I am FAR from the best or perfect person to talk about this. These are my opinions, you can agree or disagree as you please, that's the beauty of a complex thought process. And opinions can change, including my own.

Anyways, thank you for joining my ramblings.

[patchesproblem]

I have the strong urge to ramble about Tes and Eins so here I am. Slight warning that my writing may get confusing, so I'm very sorry about that. There'll be my personal headcanons plus other things I feel like talking about. There'll be a few jokes because I need them for my own sanity.

Rambling under the cut

Slight edit while I'm writing: I accidentally hyperfocused on one specific part so oops. I could fix that but I'm not so have fun reading my novel. I'll end up having to make a second post to finish my headcanons off because it's almost eleven and I'm still not done with them sobs.

These two have been living rent free in my head and they're driving me insane.

Tesla is 100% softer in private with Einstein and I will die on this hill. She's still an absolute menace to society, but a gentler one. What I mean by this is that she's more 'open' in a sense.

She lets her guard down purely because she trusts her and knows that she wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Things like feeling safe enough to not wear her glasses / contacts, being vulnerable, showing affection, etc. However if Eins ever teasingly brings it up in front of others she gets flustered and defensive and tells her to shut the fuck up.

Both Tes and Eins are extremely stubborn as well and I will also die on this hill. Literally they'd been in love for years and just refused to admit it because they were embarrassed. Though they were both also horrified that if they did it'd completely destroy their friendship if the other didn't feel the same way, so that played a part in it.

Funniest part is that everyone else knew they were dating before even they knew. They'd been living together for literal years and shared a bed. Totally best friend behavior right there.

Eventually Einstein was the one who caved, though it wasn't intentional and she wanted to disappear off the face of the earth at first.

An important thing to note is that over the years they both created their own way of communicating. They'd essentially developed their own language through the sheer power of mathematics. For a brief explanation on how, they assigned meaning to each string of numbers / equations. To go along with it there was a specific indicator. This helped distinguish messages from their normal work. It was originally made because they wanted to be able to send each other messages when they needed something, but they also just used it to talk to each other without anyone knowing.

The reasoning I bring this up is because it was ultimately what brought them together. At some point Tes was out for a meeting the majority of the day (probably arguing with and or insulting senators or something idk) and Einstein was home for a majority of the day. It was in the middle of winter and the heater for the dorms went down leaving everyones rooms cold. Eventually the cold caused her to become sentimental and made it where she couldn't ignore the repressed feelings, and combine that with the fact Tesla wasn't home she just kinda emotionally died.

Eins journals, and while Tes is aware of it and doesn't care, she keeps a hidden one she doesn't know about. Although at this point both of them were fully comfortable talking to each other about anything, it was one of those things that she still needed sometimes. Writing was (still is) one of the main ways she copes with difficult events / emotions.

Considering at this point neither was sure what the other thought she couldn't just talk to her about it. This was one of those moments where she needed to either write or talk with someone, and she didn't want to bother anyone. After a while she eventually dug out her second journal and started writing (basically rambling) using theire math language (because it was less embarrassing, plus if anyone else found it they'd think it was just part of her work). Originally she had planned to just put it up before Tes came home, but unfortunately for her she just completely forgot time existed for a few hours.

Tes did end up coming home around ten at night and sat down by Eins, exhausted and just wanting to be with her. She eventually glanced down to see what she was working on. Although it took her a minute to process what she was reading, she eventually realized and went completely still and channeled her inner lobster turning bright red. Eins eventually realized she was there and when she turned to tell her hi she quickly realized time was actually a thing and that Tes was not, in fact, completely illiterate.

They just stared at each other neither knowing what to say, and Einstein just wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. Eventually she decided to make an attempt at speaking, though she couldn't really get it out without stuttering. "T.. Tesla I-"

Tesla just kinda sat there before forcing herself to say they needed to talk, and proceeding to stand up and immediately tripping trying to go back to their room.

After about twenty to thirty minutes of Einstein just pacing back and forth preparing herself to get absolutely murdered and freaking out internally, she forced herself to actually go talk to her. Though Joachim probably got several texts along the lines of "Fuck. She knows this isn't a drill please help me." and him just essentially replying with "lmao good luck" and proceeding to go to bed. (Tesla had texted him less than ten minutes before freaking out. He was just happy they both were being forced to talk and he could be left alone. Both him and Joyce deserve financial compensation because they were both stuck in the middle of this for years. Joyce only escaped because he decided to just die on them and hid himself specifically so he didn't have to deal with their insanity.)

Eventually she poked her head into their room to see Tes just sitting on their bed. Just staring at the picture of them that was normally on her nightstand looking like she was about to cry, not even noticing her there.

Eventually she just said "Tes can I come in." Causing Tesla to get startled and look up before just nodding her head and looking down. The insanity continued, with Einstein trying to apologize and Tesla just telling her to stop, meanwhile on the verge of tears. After a few minutes of silence, Tesla eventually looked up and just asked her if she meant what she wrote. Einstein said yes, crying insued and they were finally together officially.

Joachim was now faced with a new problem of them being happier than ever and refusing to shut up. The Welts never win.

[sciencestyled]

Ctrl-Alt-Teach: A Hysterical Odyssey Through the Silicon Jungle of Science Edutainment

Alright, folks, strap in and power up your flux capacitors, because we're about to take a warp-speed dive into the ludicrously sparkly universe of Educational Technology in Science! Picture this: a classroom, but not your grandma's chalk-and-talk borefest. No, sirree! We're talking a hi-tech Hogwarts where Harry Potter meets Elon Musk on a virtual field trip to Mars.

First up, let's talk about virtual labs. Imagine cooking up a chemical storm without the risk of turning your eyebrows into a singed memory – that's virtual labs for you. It's like playing "Potion Craft" in a lab coat, minus the explosions. Picture students conjuring acid-base reactions with the flick of a finger, a la Tony Stark designing his suit in 'Iron Man'. No more "Oops, I spilled sulfuric acid!" Just a bunch of "Aha!" moments with zero casualty rates.

Digital platforms in science education are like having Yoda in your pocket. Ever wish you could just WhatsApp Einstein about your physics homework? Well, digital platforms are the next best thing. They're like a Swiss Army knife of knowledge, a buffet of brain-boosting bytes. Think of a platform where Neil deGrasse Tyson and Bill Nye the Science Guy are virtually duking it out in a 'Science SmackDown' for the title of 'Ultimate Edutainer.'

Interactive software is where it gets really bananas. We're talking software so engaging it makes Fortnite look like a game of Go Fish. Imagine dissecting a frog without the smell or the squish – that's the beauty of interactive 3D models. It's like Pokémon GO, but instead of catching Pikachu, you're nabbing knowledge nuggets about the human heart.

Now, how about taking a stroll through the Jurassic period? Forget time-travel; augmented reality can teleport you straight to the world of T-Rex and Velociraptors. It's like “Jurassic Park” minus the impending doom. You can almost hear Jeff Goldblum's voice in the background, muttering about chaos theory as you virtually feed a Brachiosaurus.

But wait, there's more! Artificial Intelligence in science education is like having a Jarvis for your lab experiments. AI can predict results, suggest experiments, and even crack deadpan jokes while you're titrating acids. Imagine a Siri with a PhD in Chemistry. That's the level of sass and smarts we're dealing with.

Drones in education? You betcha! Why walk around a geological site when you can fly a drone and see it in 4K glory? It's like playing "Google Earth: Extreme Edition". And when you're done, you can switch to 'drone racing mode' for some extra adrenaline because, why not?

In the world of ed-tech, coding is the new literacy. Kids aren't just learning to code; they're coding to learn. It's like if Minecraft and Scratch had a brainchild that could solve climate change. Code is poetry, but with more semicolons and fewer metaphors.

The gamification of science education is like turning homework into a quest in "World of Warcraft". Every assignment is a mission, every project a boss fight. You're not just a student; you're a knowledge warrior armed with facts and a +10 Sword of Wisdom.

And let's not forget about social media. It's not just for selfies and cat videos anymore. Science educators are turning TikTok into a mini-MIT, with 60-second lectures that hit you like a photon torpedo of knowledge. It's edutainment gone wild, and the only casualty is ignorance.

But wait, there's a twist! Ever heard of educational escape rooms? Think 'Indiana Jones' meets quantum physics. You're not just learning about Schrödinger's cat; you're saving it from a metaphorical box of perplexities.

Now, for the pièce de résistance: holographic teachers. We're talking full-on Princess Leia projections teaching you about the laws of thermodynamics. It's as close as we can get to a 'Star Trek' holodeck without breaking the laws of physics.

In conclusion, educational technology in science is like a giant, interactive, knowledge-stuffed piñata. It's fun, it's wild, and it's bursting at the seams with learning opportunities. It's a world where science education isn't just a subject; it's an adventure. So, put on your virtual reality goggles, fire up your AI assistant, and dive headfirst into this madcap, sci-fi fiesta of learning. And remember, in the immortal words of Doctor Who, "The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles." Or, in our case, just a typical day in the life of educational technology. Ctrl-Alt-Teach away!

[phil-lesterfan]

4, 22, and 61 for the ask game

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

“a pleasure to have in class.” also creative :) i was quiet and bookish and usually writing stories or making comics when we had free time. i used to make my own books and my teachers would read them and put them in our class library ^_^ (copy+pasted from prev ask sorry haha)

22. role model?

amazingphil / phil lester !! i’ve looked up to him ever since i was a kid, like <10 years old. i just think he’s so cool and creative. back when youtube was at its peak, i feel like he and jenna marbles were kind of the brains behind all the “challenges” and “tags” that existed. i also like how he keeps to himself and values his privacy — i have a bad habit of oversharing, but i hold that same value. especially bc in the past i have had a very strong online presence, so it’s good to know what to keep personal and to yourself and what you just… put out there.

and then there’s the fact that he’s driven and gets what he wants; dan jokingly calls him a “sell out”, but it’s like to me if phil wants to do something, it will get done one way or another. and how he went to got his masters for video editing, and also when you can tell he enjoys things. plus, he sticks strongly to his, like… image, which can seem shallow, i know, but when he wanted to keep things more pg, he was so careful about it, and he’s so considerate of his viewers (i’ve made a post abt this in the past, how he reassured the audience he and dan are friends, when i know, if i were a creator, i wouldn’t have even thought abt that fear ppl have).

i know i’m getting parasocial, and phil could be an absolute menace off camera (i’m choosing to ignore what others have said abt him — that he’s really just a decent person 😭), but what he does choose to show, i really respect and admire. also, him coming out and having pride just really makes me happy, especially as a lesbian who has struggled with her sexuality. he makes me feel like things can get better, and seeing gay people older than me be happy and successful is really fulfilling.

61. favourite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

GOD. asking this of a past english and creative writing student is just. cruel.

“dogfish” by mary oliver has inspired my own poetry.

“I wanted / the past to go away, I wanted / to leave it, like another country; […] You don’t want to hear the story / of my life, and anyway / I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen / to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.”

and a certain scene in rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead helped me work through shit about 5 years ago

“… [T]hat isn’t what makes it death. It’s just a man failing to reappear, that’s all — now you see him, now you don’t, that’s the only thing that’s real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back….”

lastly, and i’m really limiting myself here as i could go on about quotes all day, a quote from the best manga of all time, the cat proposed (化け猫かたって候) by hayane dento

“… Someone, somewhere in this city, is getting ready to take a plunge. Somewhere, a child is crying. Someone has come to a stop, so weighed down that they can’t go any further. I’m holding Kihachi’s hand. He is telling stories again today, stories that may or may not save someone else. And I … am thinking about writing my own story. I’ll start by writing the first letter / of the first word.”

i did not mean for these answers to get so long but one question let me talk about phil (favourite person) while the other let me talk about quotes (i’m in love with writing and language). like. oops but also not really. AUGH. thank u for the ask ^_^ <3