#so yeah...just...in my feelings a lot lately and needed to get it out...

[littlemillersbaby]

"well hello"

request: hiiii!! saw ur baker fic & loved it was wondering if you could write teacher!fem!reader? like she’s one of the teachers in Jackson and ofc ellie’s in her class and ellie LOVES HER talks about her nonstop and bothers joel. one day at pick up he finally sees her and he definitely understands what all the hype’s about now. It can lead to smut or not whatever you want I love ur writing <333 word count: 1,3k warnings: +18 minors dni, too lazy to write more but there's smut and language!

it’s just past three, and your classroom smelled faintly of chalk dust and damp wood. ellie was long gone, already bolted with a bounce in her step and a grin that cracked sideways when you reminded her that her essay on pre-fall governance systems still needed citations. you really liked her. she was smart-mouthed, whip-quick, a little feral in that lovable way if there was one.

you were gathering up worksheets into one neat stack when there’s a knock—barely even that, more like a hesitant tap. you look up, and there he is.

joel miller.

you’ve heard of him in bits and pieces, mostly ellie’s flippant mentions. "my old man," she says, or "joel says if you give me homework on a friday he’ll riot." the usual teenager noise. but you’d pictured someone rough, maybe grizzled, but the real thing? no one warned you about those bedroom eyes.

he’s leaning halfway into your doorframe, one hand braced against it like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to come in. you couldn't help but take him in; worn flannel, heavy shoulders. his gaze cuts across the room until it lands on you, then lingers like he’s trying to figure out what to say.

“hey,” he says. voice like gravel, but still warm and apologetic. “uh..i’m here to pick up ellie.”

you blink, “oh, she left ten minutes ago. said she was heading home.”

joel blinks right back, slowly this time. you watch his mouth twitch, not quite a smile, more a grimace of regret. “of course she did.”

“she told me you’d come late,” you add, something about the way he stands there makes you want to offer him anything. a chair, coffee maybe.

he huffs out a breath, rubs a hand over the back of his neck, fingers catching in graying curls. “figures...guess she figured i’d just find my way here anyway.”

“and she was right,” you smile, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, tilting your head. “she’s clever like that.”

his eyes—brown, kind—settle on you again. longer this time. like maybe he’s taking his time to memorize you. your cardigan’s too big, sleeves pushed to your elbows and there’s a bit of pink and orange chalk on your fingers. he sees it all, catalogues it.

“you’re her teacher,” he says, not a question.

you nod, with a small smile. “mhm.. history.”

he nods too, but it’s faint, the air feels weirdly full all of a sudden. he shifts, and you catch the faint creak of leather from his belt. the man is solid. not just physically, though, lord, yeah, that too—but there’s something rooted in him.

“she talks about you,” he says, breaking the silence.“a lot.”

you swallow, “i hope it’s all good things.”

his mouth twitches again, and this time it’s definitely a smile, a crooked one but a smile nonetheless. “she says you’re smart. don’t take her shit. and that you swear sometimes when you’re grading papers.”

you laugh, nodding at the ellie's silliness. “that’s true.”

“she likes you.”

something about the way he says it makes your stomach do a little flip. the way his eyes don’t leave yours. how his voice drops on that last word—like he’s testing the water.

you could say something flirty here..something coy. but instead—

“do you want to get a drink sometime?” you blurt, then immediately feel heat crawl up your neck. “i mean, just, if you’re free..and want to.”

joel doesn’t blink, he just stares for a second at you; you could tell he was wondering if he heard you right.

“yes,” he says, so fast. “yes, i would love to.”

it was now saturday night at 7:00pm, and you were second-guessing all off it, thinking that you should've canceled.

you tell yourself it’s because of the cold—there’s a chill in the air but not threatening enough to cancel. it’s because you haven’t dated since coming to jackson.

but you show up to the bar anyway. it’s small, just off the main road. the smokey firewood smell clings to the ceiling beams, and old pre-fall songs hum low through restaurant speakers. joel was already there when you walked in, sitting at a corner table, hands curled around a glass of brown.

he stands when he sees you. such a gentleman.

“you came,” he says, and he looks so sincere about it your chest hurts.

“of course i did,” you say, sliding into the seat across from him.

he orders you a drink, and for the first few minutes it’s causal talk: ellie, school, the town, then it starts to slip into something else.

“you always this quiet?” you ask, teasing.

he raises a brow. “you always this bold?”

“bold? please...you should see me on parent-teacher night. i’m a badass.”

he chuckles and it’s soft and full of sweetness. it makes his whole face change. you sip your drink and watch the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

“what about you?” you ask. “always this broody?”

joel leans back, one arm slung over the back of the booth. “only when i’m tryin’ to impress someone.”

“you think it's working?”

his eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up.

“yeah,” he says. “think it is.”

later, when the drinks are gone and the once big fire is now burning low, he walks you home. the streets are too quiet while snow comes down in soft flakes. his hand brushes yours once. then again, finally on the third, you just take it.

your fingers tangle easily, like they’ve been doing it forever. at your door, there’s a pause. his breath plumes in the cold. his eyes search yours, asking without words.

you don’t make him ask.

“you want to come in?”

“yeah,” he says again, that same voice, full and sure. “i’d love to.”

the door closes behind him, and it’s like the air shifts with warmth.

neither of you says anything for a second. his eyes are still on you, dark and lustful. you can feel the beat of your heart, too loud in your chest. his fingers twitch like he wants to touch you, but he's too hesitant.

so you take his hand again, lead him inside, past the coat hooks, into the living room. you turn to face him, suddenly unsure. “joel, i—”

he cuts you off by kissing you deeply. you open your mouth under his, and the kiss deepens even more. one of his hands cradles your face, the other grips your waist. he pulls you in as you moan into his mouth.

he groans low. “fuck,” he mutters against your lips. “you feel good.”

you thread your hands into his salt and pepper hair, dragging his mouth back to yours. you break for some air and he chases your mouth, kisses down your jaw, and your throat. his beard scrapes against your skin, making you wetter than before.

“bedroom,” you say.

he lifts his head, eyes blown wide. “you sure?”

“yes,” you breathe. “joel, yes, please.”

you don’t remember the walk to the room. it’s a complete blur, hands under shirts, skin on skin, maybe a bit of grinding.

he undresses you slow, like he’s afraid to rush it. and when he’s finally bare before you—he’s so large, scarred, and beautiful—you pull him down onto the bed.

“look at me,” you say.

he does as he slides into you, slowly and unhurried, one hand pressed to your cheek. the rhythm starts off slow. his breath catching on every thrust as your nails claw at his back. he kisses you and talks you through it. over and over.

“been thinkin’ about you,” he says, voice ragged. “since the first moment..couldn’t stop.”

“me too,” you whisper. “joel—don’t stop..please don’t stop.”

he fucks you so well and lovingly. God, you can't remember the last time you felt so good. and when you both cum, shaking and holding on to each other. you think to yourself, maybe jackson was a good move.

special tags: @inbred-eater , @wintfleur , @lowrisemiller

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Unexpected Surprise

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You up and leave your old life behind for a new job in a state you’ve never been to before. While on the plane, you meet a very interesting genius who has nothing but facts about almost everything. What you think is a cute date turns into something more when you see him at your new job.

Square Filled: "It's a success." for @mfbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

x

Never did you think you would pack up your entire life just to move across the country for a job. Yet here you are. On a plane going to a state you’ve never been to before to start a job you never thought you’d get. You applied to be the technical analyst for the FBI after being the tech girlie for the LAPD. The job was so far out of reach so when you got the job, you almost shit your pants.

They wanted you to start right away so you had to pack up whatever you could and move out there immediately. For the next few weeks, you’ll be flying back to California to get the rest of your things. There is a cute little apartment you were lucky enough to find, so you were able to get some of your things shipped over there.

During the flight, you try to calm yourself with some relaxing music but your thoughts are too loud to silence. Instead, you take out your laptop and work on some code you’ve been dabbling in for the past few months. You can create a lot of code with your skills, but you decided to focus on hacking and digging in places you shouldn’t be.

Perfect for the FBI.

Two hours pass by while you’re creating a theme for a website when you notice it. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that your shoelace is untied. Your tray is down, your laptop and a snack rest upon it, and your bag is by your feet. It’s a fucking shoelace, Y/N. Ignore it. You try so hard for five minutes before you feel the urge to fix it. Maybe that’s why you’re so good at what you do. You pick at the details until what you’re left with is a pretty picture that’s easy to read.

Fixing your shoe is a need, not a want.

You keep shifting, hoping to get your foot closer to you so that you can tie your shoe, but to no avail.

“Do you need help?” You lift your eyes to look into honey-brown ones. The man on the aisle seat next to you has a kind smile on his face. “I can tie your shoe for you.”

“Why would you do that?” you ask without moving your foot.

The stranger holds up his phone which has a black screen. “My phone died, and I’m quite bored.”

“Okay,” you giggle.

You lift your foot and he rests it on his thigh. His long and nimble fingers grab both ends of your shoelace and start to tie it.

“No one quite knows the first time shoelaces were used to secure shoes. In fact, most reports indicate that shoelaces are as old as shoes themselves. Archaeologists believe that ancient peoples used shoelaces for the same reasons we currently use them, experimenting with materials to influence comfort, fit, and even style.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. They think that about five thousand years ago, during the late Neolithic and early Bronze Age periods, cavemen and women also used specific shoelace designs to distinguish between tribes. Most importantly, shoelaces kept early man’s shoes tight and fitted, accommodating their need to travel long distances for food, water, and shelter without causing severe damage to their feet.”

“You just know everything, don’t you?”

“I am a certified genius,” he grins.

“Is that so?”

“Quite. Did you know there are multiple ways to tie your shoe?”

“Please divulge that information,” you smile.

“First, you have the standard tie.” He ties your shoe using the most basic method that every adult knows how to do. “We have the famous ‘Bunny Ears’ way.” He unties your shoe just to tie it again using what children call ‘bunny ears’ since the loops look like ears. “Third, we have the better bow shoelace knot.” It’s like standard but he wraps the shoelace twice around his finger instead of once. “Finally, a classic, the double knot for extra security. See? It’s a success.”

“Who knew there were multiple ways to tie a shoe,” you smile.

“I did, and now so do you.”

“I’m Y/N.”

He smiles and sets your foot down. “Spencer Reid.”

“So, are you flying away from home or toward it?”

“Toward it. I was visiting my mom in Texas for a week. What about you?”

“Toward my new home. I’m from California, but I got a new job in Virginia. I’m kind of nervous about it. I’ve never done anything like it before.”

“What is it?”

“Tech work. I have a masters in computer science. I worked for the LAPD before, but I couldn’t pass up on this offer. I’m kind of nervous, to be honest. I’ve never even stepped foot in Virginia before. I don’t know anyone here.”

“You know me,” Spencer smiles kindly.

“That I do.”

The rest of the flight is smooth sailing once you and Spencer fall into easy conversation. You didn’t even know three hours had passed because he was that easy to talk to. Like the gentleman he is, he walks you to baggage claim and waits for you to get your bag even when he grabs his.

“When do you start your new job?” he asks.

“Monday.”

“I know this might be a bit forward, but I’d love to show you around Virginia if you’re not busy this weekend. I’m sure you have a lot of unpacking to do.”

“Not that much. Like I said before, this was sudden. All my things are still in California. I’ll be moving them in gradually for the next month or so. I can hang out tomorrow if you’d like.”

“It’s a date,” he smiles. His words suddenly register in his head and he starts stuttering and blushing. “Not like a date, date. I meant that I’ll see you tomorrow as in it’s confirmed.”

“Spencer, it’s okay. It can be a date,” you laugh.

“Okay,” he blushes more.

“You’re cute. I have to pick up my rental so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After exchanging phone numbers, you part ways. Your apartment is thirty minutes from the airport and already has the necessary furniture you had shipped over--bed, couch, dining table, and two chairs. The other things will come when you have time to bring them over. There are a few boxes you had shipped that contain kitchen and bathroom items so you don’t have to go out and buy all new things.

Before, you were nervous about starting this new job. Now, you’re nervous about your date with Spencer. He’s very cute and charming, but you don’t want to mess it up. Even if he isn’t boyfriend material, he definitely has the potential to be a really good friend. Look at you, already thinking about him as a boyfriend. You really are in over your head.

The next day, Spencer picks you up without a car. He likes using public transportation and refuses to even let you drive. You two started out in a cafe to get something to eat before he took you sightseeing around Virginia. There is a beautiful botanical garden here that is his favorite, so that’s where you two are.

“So, genius, have any facts or tidbits about this place?” you ask.

“The idea for this garden came from Thomas P. Thompson, Norfolk City Manager from 1935 to 1938, and Frederic Heutte, a young horticulturalist. Heutte had a fondness for azaleas and thought Hampton Roads had a climate uniquely suited for growing the plants. Thompson and Heutte believed that Norfolk could support an azalea garden to rival those of Charleston, SC, which even during the depression years drew thousands of tourists annually.”

“Wow, you’re just a fountain of knowledge.”

“That’s not all. Within less than a year, a section of underbrush had been cleared and readied for planting. By March of 1939, four thousand azaleas, two thousand rhododendrons, several thousand miscellaneous shrubs and trees, and one hundred bushels of daffodils had been planted.

“In August of 1939, Representative Colgate W. Darden Jr. secured an additional one hundred and thirty-eight thousand, five hundred and fifty-three dollars for the Azalea Garden, and the founding of the Old Dominion Horticultural Society provided volunteer labor to assist the Garden. By 1941, the Garden displayed nearly five thousand azaleas and seventy-five landscaped acres that were encompassed by five miles of walking trails.”

You don’t know Spencer well at all but hearing him spew facts like he has them stored in his brain for later brings a smile to your face.

“Well, they did a good job because this place looks beautiful.”

Spencer looks at you and smiles. “Yeah, it is.”

You and Spencer spend another hour walking around the garden while he tells you facts about the different flowers and plants. Afterward, he takes you to get ice cream before bringing you home. He walks up the porch steps leading to your apartment building, and you stop before you can open the door.

“Would you like to come in? I don’t have a lot of furniture, though.”

“I appreciate the offer, but no.” Before your shoulders can deflate, he quickly adds, “It’s not because I don’t want to. I do, but I want to do this right.”

“Right?” you ask.

Spencer smiles and he leans in closer to you. You stay completely still because you don’t want to mess this up. You don’t want to kiss him if that’s not his intention. He does kiss you but on your cheek. Even when he pulls away, you can still feel the skin he touches tingling.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Good luck on your first day.”

“Thanks,” you whisper.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to see how it’s going.”

With that, Spencer leaves. Thoughts of him swirl around in your head for the rest of the night, are embedded into your dreams, and even when you wake up. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. You get dressed and drive to the BAU where you’ll be working. Their current technical analyst is leaving so she’ll be training you to take her place.

After signing in at the lobby and getting your badge, you make your way to the floor where the BAU is. Penelope Garcia is waiting for you outside of the bullpen, and she smiles when she sees you.

“Y/N, right?”

“Yes, you must be Penelope Garcia, right? It’s nice to meet you. So, you’re leaving the BAU?”

“Yes, sad story. I love this team but I got a better job opportunity to work overseas. However, I trust that you will be more than happy here. I know you’ll do a great job because I picked you, and I’m never wrong. Let me introduce you to Hotch and the team.”

She takes you to Agent Hotchner’s office who is stern but welcoming. “You’ll be shadowing Garcia for a couple of weeks.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod.

“If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know. I’ll leave you in the trusty hands of Garcia.”

“Come on, let’s find the rest of the team.”

You meet JJ, Emily, Tara, Luke, and Matt, all of them friendly and welcoming. The last person on the team is someone you never thought would be here. Spencer turns with a coffee in hand, and his eyes widen when he sees you. Not out of shock, but pleasant surprise.

“Of course, you’d work here,” you chuckle.

“Do you two know each other?”

“Kind of. We met on the plane ride over here, and he showed me around Virginia over the weekend.”

“Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again outside of being professional.”

Ever the gentleman, Spencer is. “Dr. Reid, are you sad about that?”

“Yes, I am. I like you, and I’d like to see you again.”

A blush creeps up your neck but you try to keep it at bay. “Well, you’re about to see a whole lot of me because I am not going anywhere.” You smirk. “I’ll see you around, Dr. Reid.”

You and Penelope walk off but you turn back and give him a flirty smile. He chuckles to himself and smiles as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“I can already see it. You two will become the next Me and Derek.”

“I have no idea what that means, but I hope it’s a good thing.”

“Oh, it’s a very good thing,” she giggles.

You can’t wait.

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[boilingcowboy]

my take on the judo flip thing because uhhh yes i know this is a kids book but i still wanna talk about it so deal with it.

BECAUSE OKAY listen the hole „omg annabeth is so toxic she’s so abusive“ thing is not getting old it is old

and honestly i do not think that some people understand the different layers that that scene has and by that scene i mean the hole reunion scene not just the judo flip

(i should be color coding this but ehh who cares) and also obviously everyone interprets things differently bla bla bla the stuff

but i do think that this scene has a multitude of layers that especially make sense when you take into account that at that time percabeth had spent more time being friends than being a couple and that plays deeply into why the judo happened

because yes you have the reunion of them as a couple where they kiss and embrace which you would expect cus yk they’re together they haven’t seen each other in months and it was all sort of tragic and it’s just what you would expect from a couple

but also to them percabeth as a whole the kissing and embracing openly in front of people and generally just being a couple to them that’s still new-ish, it’s still a bit unfamiliar, it’s not how they have been in public for most of their time knowing each other. yes i know they kissed and embraced in front of people before that but largely that was after the battle of manhattan before that a lot of scenes of them kissing is in private even hugs are mostly in private.

basically what i am trying to say is that because they didn’t get the time to get used to being a couple in public and getting comfortable with that and familiar before percy got stolen the hole display of the reunion didn’t 100% register nor prove to honestly both parties that they fully got the relationship they had before back.

which is where the judo flip comes in.

because before being a couple you know what percy and annabeth were ?? yeah best friends. best friends who for YEARS routinely fought, trained and worked with each other.

Honestly the hole judo flip and then the „if you do this ever again i swear to gods“ thing is the most them publicly that they know because for a good majority in public they’re like that they were like that since day one!! they were at each other’s throats since day one!!! this is what’s familiar to them both!! And the fact that both of their reactions to the judo flip are relief/calmness (annabeth) and laughter/i know what she means by this (percy) just proves that. And yes they were still at each other’s throats in all of the books sometimes good natured sometimes not but especially publicly they were like that.

Also the reason i keep saying publicly publicly all the time is because they behaved differently in public/around other people vs in private and it’s pretty noticeable and it also in my opinion affects how familiar certain actions feel to them both in public and in private. (while yes there is the hole phrase of „oh nothing else matterd no one else mattered“ sometimes subconsciously it still does!!)

so to get back to my layers i think the two different embraces where the two different stages percabeth has because yes they’re now a couple but before that they were friends and a lot of times the „oh they were literally best friends before this“ comes out to show and play into their dynamic

okay yay done this probably doesn’t make sense but i need the thoughts out of my head so take it and i might rewrite this when i can coherently make sense of this…or not who knows i don’t it’s really late rn

pretty sure i lost the plot two sentences in but ehhhh

also if you see pervy instead of percy that’s a typo!!

[keelt9]

CHERRY II

Masterlist

Rattle, totally embarrassed that’s how he felt.

The stain in her shirt covers all her chest; worst of all, her shirt is white, with a big brown dot.

“Fuck!” Max said stopping dry when he realized he was about to clean the shirt from the chest of an unknown girl.

Cameron opened his eyes and mouth when sees the big stain as the girl closed her eyes and tense her jaw.

“Sorry, I… I…” Max words are not available.

David’s mother knows what to do, moms always know what to do.

“Omg, let’s go, you need to change that before the stain goes deeper.” She pulls the girl from the arm, taking all her purchases and leaving it on the counter. 

David's father's whistle, it’s been a couple of days but they get along pretty well, even they joke around from time to time.

“Well, you meet and make furious the daughter of the owners from half of this town.” David's father observes Max and Cameron's face went pale as ghosts. “I’m joking.”

Max breaths out. “Not half the town but yeah the fact she’s furious.”

“Oh my fucking God!” Max gets his head backwards closing his eyes and his fist. 

Five days he got without troubles, five freaking days.

An old lady clears her throat after hearing Max swear. “Shit sorry.“ One more. “Sorry, sorry.”

“I’m fine Mrs. Becket, it’s ok.” Y/N said as she took her to their house to change her clothes. 

“I can pass home and change my clothes.” 

“Please Y/N, you could get sick, the breeze is cold today.”

In fact she is because she starts to shiver. Following a quick change of shirt she realizes she’s late; after thanks to her, she quickly apologizes for having to leave so fast.

Running  back to the entrance where Mr. Becket is waiting with her things; she quickly pays after seeing her note; waiting for the change, she sees the Red Bull guy, waiting stand next to the snack area, ready to approach.

When her phone rings, Harriet.

“We had the images, where are you?” Harriet said and for the way she gasps, she’s hanging from some wall.

“Sorry, I’ll go.” She thanks Mr. Becket running with the bag leaving the guy with a hand raise.

She’s not mad, she’s late and with thrilling feelings for the images of the scanner from one of the big murals; they finally will know how deep is buried along a parcial guess of the damage.

“Download the images, I’ll be there in 5.” She said getting in the car driving fast to the church.

Five minutes later and a new shirt, she arrived seeing her team gather around the computer, as she approaches, yeah, their worst fears in images.

“It’s like hell buried.” Ron said, taking a step back, tossing his hair.

“And the humidity did the job.” Harriet passes to another image. “I can’t see anything.”

See anything that means the mural is damaged, really bad.

Her day could be worse?

“You change your shirt?” Mila asks, turning around, she’s wearing a pink shirt.

Y/N scoffs, seeing the imagenes. “I get spoiled.” 

“Literally?” Ron jokes seeing the big mural to the left, knowing there is another 4 mts of mud to dig; and there are 6 murals.

Y/N hums seeing her worst scenario in front of her eyes as months of work ahead, she gets down her head.

“I’ll ask for more machines.” Y/N said knowing her father never denied but that means, he will be there one more time; with nostalgic memories on every talk.

It’s not like her parents own half of the town it’s just, her father has an important construction company that years ago it was just a small business, as it grows, helps a lot of people in town for finance and start to build their home or make it more solid. As he builds small businesses and creates proper spaces for kids and grown up adults. Her mother did all the social restructuring and help, established hospitals, and schools; all the things people could need, along with starting to make her own dream true.

Even when they're gone, the help doesn’t stop, from time to time her mother goes back making sure things keep functioning as they supposed and her father goes and supervises the buildings to keep in good shape and if people require helping so they can build a new home.

“The prodigy daughter solving.” Mila said with a funny smile, standing picking her things for going back to work.

They already spend so much time talking with the people of the town.

“Are you sure you will be fine all alone?” Cameron asks Max the last day he will be in town, seeing Max who is really comfortable around there, even making friends.

Max goes with him to the train station, which they didn't know existed, until they started to walk around. The reason is, it only has one destiny, the nearest town, where you must take another to arrive in the big city.

“Go. I’ll be f...” Max words stuck when the loud sound of big machines starts to hear.

People start to perk on their windows to the main road with happy expressions as they actually could be waiting for something more than the machines.

David, who apparently was coming out of the school, even stopped in the road with his bag on his back talking with a visibly cheerful boy.

“David!” Max shouted at him, causing him to say goodbye to the other boy and go where Max and Cameron are standing. 

“I thought you were already on the plane, Cameron.” David jokes with him, he knows he leaves in the afternoon. 

“Where did that come from?” One by one the machinery enters the town but people keep observing the road, definitely the machinery wasn’t the main focus of the attention. 

“They are from Alderwood.” Max and Cameron narrow his eyes, making David laugh.

“Who?”

Then the main focus apparently makes their entrance, in a black car, after all the machines. At the other side of the road Max could see the girl of the stain waiting; coming outside of the car two men with sunglasses and in fancy clothes stole hisses from all around the road.

“They.” David points to the mens who walk right away where the standing girl is shaking her head, not wasting any second for hugging her tight. “The Alderwood, the prodigy kids of here.”

Y/N hates the attention this has, but it was her brothers and their presumptuous entrance or her father and his overwhelmed cuddles. 

“OMG! What do I ask?” She said when Kilen hugged her tight. 

Kilen laughs, kissing her head. “I think we could forget something.” Holt laughs waiting for his turn from hugging his little sister.

“Hey, you said you’ll be waiting for us in the church.” Kilen noticed people coming out of their houses and storages waving his hand to them as they waved it back with a wide open smile.

Y/N dry laughs came seeing how her brothers love the attention. 

“After the excavator park in front of the church the sound doesn't stop?” Holt giggles, seeing another 3 machines parked waiting for indications. 

“Don’t blame us, dad said you need equipment, it’s not our fault he didn’t mention how many.” Kilen said, taking his sunglasses with a small smile appearing on his face. “This place hasn’t changed.”

Y/N scratches her forehead. “When are you leaving?” 

“JESUS! Y/N we just arrived, we will be here for a couple of days.” Holt said, taking his sungless too. “Be easy with us.”

Y/N forget, she avoids the sentimentalism but her father sends her the big show mens brother instead, they smile putting his sunglasses back giving the last instruction to the people that come with them, and going back to the car.

“Do you need a ride?” Kilen said seeing at the backstreet her jeep, she took a rock from the ground as his brother started to drive down the road to the church.

Y/N let the rock slip from her hand as she realized what her brother said. “Did he say days?!”

When she opened her eyes the machinery followed them and just  few people remained in the street; across the street she recognized the Red Bull guy who stained her shirt, is he blushing or is her anger reflected in a color.

Next to them waving his hand in his bicycle David, she softens her features and smiles at David waving her hand back, remembering she had two brothers doing a show in the church, she runs back to her jeep hoping to minimize the show.

In vain, totally in vain.

The rest of the day she and her team had more helping hands than usual, all taking their time to talk with her brothers that opposite what she could expect were actually helpful, coordinating the machinery as they make sure people keep away from compromise areas, taking notes for future works in town.

At the end of the day, they call it a wrap earlier, thanking and saying goodbye to the people who invite them to pass from their house or business.

“You’re doing a great job.” Holt said observing the church is officially changing his form from a mountain of rocks and mud to what it was years ago.

Y/N take a view of how much they advance today. “I’m not even starting with restoring the paintings.” Holt laughs about how analytic his sister could be. “What job are you talking about?”

“Is that bad if you take a compliment?” He pushed her softly. 

Y/N laughs walking back for finally rest. “I will gladly take it if it is true.” Holt shakes his head walking behind her.

A couple of days turned into 5 days of her brother's around the town doing some things in the church and another in the town houses or in the small business.

“All I'm saying is I could get in.” Y/N said walking to the tent where food and drinks are.

Ron shakes his head, it's the fourth time Y/N insist she can get inside of the confessional taking the X Ray they need and coming out, when both of them know they don't know if what they see is the wall or rocks and mud.

Ron grabs a bottle of water as Y/N asks for the same as always.

“I…”

Thank god Holt reached them, sign that the machinery had finished their work.

“Ok, that must be all… until now.” 

Y/N didn't notice she just grabbed the cup with her black coffee when Holt leaned to his left seeing the boy at her back.

“Are you Max Verstappen?” Ron and Y/N turn around finally noticing Max in a black apron.

Max instantly blush when her eyes don't move from him as she grabs the cup of coffee.

“Yes.” He answered with a press smile.

“Do you know each other?” Y/N asks, seeing Holt scoff and the stain guy shake his head. “So…”

Holt scratched his head. “The guy is a F1 driver.”

Y/N shakes her head, she knows what F1 is but besides the fact that cars are fast as hell, she doesn't have any other clue.

“He's millioner as hell and good as God.” Holt clarifies for the friends who are observing Max as he's a fly in the honey.

“Excuse me!” An angry Mila shouted from a distance. “We're in the middle of something important!”

She points to the last truck driving away and the big wood door finally free to open.

Ron scoffed as Y/N in one single shot drunk all the black coffee like its water, causing Max to open his eyes wide open.

He couldn't notice but a small smile appeared in her face seeing him so surprised.

Holt rolls his eyes. “Please tell me that it is water.”

Ron shakes his head. “She needs her liquid.”

“God! Y/N, we already talked about being more controlled with the coffee.” Holt complains as his little sister keeps waking.

“Don't mess up with my drinks, Alderwood!” She screams running where Mila is waiting.

Holt chuckles turning around. “Can I ask you a favour?” 

His question took Max by surprise, leaving one option, nods.

“Put more water in that black liquid she drinks, don't ask her just put more water.” Holt said, causing Max smirk. “Thank you Max, it's been a pleasure.”

Max smiles watching the guy walking away tipping something on his phone, then observing the empty cup she left on the table; his curiosity won, he immediately smells it, closing his eyes and pressing his nose between his fingers.

That thing smells like death.

Later at night after covering her with kisses and hugs, finally the brothers leave, promising it won't pass so much time before they come back, hopefully the three of them.

“Please don't.” Y/N complains, making her brothers hug her tighter.

They know her sister is allergic to any type of show of affection, making them wonder.  What happened with that little girl who refused to let go of their hands every time they hang out?

For Victoria it is hard to believe what her eyes see. Her older brother wears an apron and a cap every morning then switches for casual clothes.

“What?” Max asks, seeing the way her sister's eyebrows lift through the phone.

“Are you ok?” Victoria asks as her giggles. “Don't take me wrong Max but you suppose resting.”

Max takes his bag before going out of the department that somehow David's parents found for him.

“I am, but everyone here supports each other and with the restoration of the church basically all moves around there, so I don't have any problem.”

Victoria has seen that hidden smile but she just let it pass, maybe Max finally is relaxing.

“Hey, I have to go, give them a kiss to the kids for me ok?” Victoria nods.

“Have a good day Max.” 

His day it's really simple but adorable.

Every morning he arrives to the church helpings the people in cooking, and after a couple of days they found him something else to do, every two days he teach, in small groups in the afternoon they reunited in the closest house, where he teach them about everything he could and almost at night with the teenagers about mechanical things and cars.

His secret, he found it endearing being able to see her. It begins gradually, doing what Holt asks him to dilute her coffee every time she goes looking out for it, then he couldn't avoid taking a quick glimpse every time she passed by around the place or just seeing her running away from the attention.

Now, if she crosses in his sight or he hears her laughing his face betrays him, blushing.

Today after his class Max takes his time sitting in front of the house. The view is incredible, the big church rises with a massive mountain at the back covering but not stealing the sunlight from it.

The restoration is slow, another month has passed and now the big wood doors are able to open and close freely and by what David said to him, inside, one of the corners is in the middle of being clear.

“Here.” A chocolate bar appears in front of him, a brown and golden envelope.

Max turns to his left, finding the girl of his thoughts in front of him, giving him the chocolate.

Max shutter but she encourages him by shaking the little ball in front of him. 

“Any hard feelings for my shirt.” Y/N said, causing Max giggles. “Or the extra water on my coffee.”

Why he can't speak?

“David said you've been working hard, thanks.” Y/N mentions as she sees the kids going down the hill excited as they speak among each other after Max's classes.

“Oh, I… they're giving me a lot, it's just a little for that much.” Max hits him mentally for what the fuck he just said.

Y/N scoff because she either understands totally but yes she kind of knows what he refers to.

“Well, either way, you're giving them something more than this, that's really nice of you.” Y/N sees around notice her team is making her a sign to go.

They're hungry as hell.

Y/N put her hands on her pockets. “Well, Max take a proper rest tomorrow, go to the festival and have fun, anyone is coming here.”

Max was already invited to the festival of the village; they're about to harvest all the cherries, which years ago was the base of their economy.

“Is the flower thing true?” Max asked just when she was about to walk away.

Y/N giggles, breathing out. “Cheesy as it sounds.”

People of the town told him about the first day of harvest; you cut some cherries and give a cherry blossom to your loved one, a symbol that it will come back to the ground ready to be planted one more time.

Love that always grows.

When she and her brothers were kids, the first flowers were for their parents; as they became older her brothers kept doing it; for her, started to give her chills.

Y/N sees Max's brain working for the way he moves his eyes and presses his lips.

“Have a good night Max.” She waves her hand walking away, an almost imperceptible smirk on her face. 

Max only whispers to himself seeing her with her friends. “Bye.”

[imgonna--explode]

**this does not go in order of the points you made. sorry.

first of all, minors can be diagnosed with personality disorders.* that’s the one glaring issue that first popped out to me while reading.

second of all, surrounding YOURself with communities like these could make YOU worse, but please consider that not everyone’s experience is the same. for me and probably many others, the validation of our thoughts here honestly makes us feel better. you don’t know someone’s situation. sometimes sharing that we’re hurting so much that we want to die can harm us more than whatever these communities can ever do. to be completely honest, the only reason i got really into communities and forums like these is because the one time i shared my struggles, all i received was yelling and crying and “i wish i had a better child.”

third of all, i can see where you’re coming from when you say we don’t really know when to stop engaging with this type of content, i really do, but trust is a good thing to have. even if a kid ends up dying—recognize that that can be a good thing too. you never know how bad something can get for a person, and if the only escape is death, then so be it.

and yeah, teen suicide HURTS. like a goddamn LOT. i would know! my best friend (who i was heavily dependent on for everything) killed themselves just over a month ago (for added context we weren’t even done with middle school). i’m grieving so much and i feel guilty and mad and sad and everything hurts. but i can also see past my pain and recognize the weight of the hurt they were going through that was so great they just needed a permanent break. i think, with suicide, we all get too caught up in our emotions (which is fair! grief hurts! especially suicide! i’m not saying it’s bad, it’s natural) that we fail to see how much they were hurting.

fourth of all, you aren’t helping when you talk about how much of a reality check you get when you turned older. i don’t understand how you can’t see how that doesn’t fucking help in the slightest. even saying “permanent solution to a temporary problem!!1!1!!1!1!!1!1!1!!1!” would be better, honestly.

i completely agree when you say that it’s never too early or too late to recover. i can see where you’re coming from when you say not to post pictures of sh if you’re a child.

why do you say you want me to live through more (crap) years as an adolescent without knowing my situation? i HATE it when people say that, especially online. life fucking sucks ass sometimes, even when you’re young. actually, ESPECIALLY when you’re young. i can’t deal with all this shit for *checks notes* SIX MORE YEARS. i never learned how to deal with extreme grief or emotion or bullying or [everything else going on that’s personal and i probably shouldn’t share]. some children are going through WAY worse. probably a LOT of children are. who are you to say “enjoy your younger years!!! they’re the best :)))” when you don’t know the person behind the screen? it feels insensitive, honestly.

and yeah, we ARE the only people in charge of our actions. if we want to engage in these communities, that’s our choice. even when a kid dies from suicide, that’s their choice, ultimately. you can preach “i love you!!! you’re worth it!!!” as much as you want, but what’s that going to do?

finally, no, reading that didn’t change my mind about anything. it just made me want to engage more.

(side note: all of this is /nm. sorry if it came off as aggressive. tone is hard.)

(side note side note: please don’t turn this into an argument. i probably did by responding, but i really can’t deal with more negativity, and i’d imagine you wouldn’t want to argue with a stupid minor, anyway.)

*https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC3749891/ - to be completely fair this article is mainly talking about adolescents and not minors specifically

“Kids shouldn’t be on jiraiblr!” You’re right, they shouldn’t. They should be enjoying life as a kid. But they’re not, they’re fucking miserable, so shut the fuck up and stop complaining. If that’s all you whine about get the hell off jiraiblr, nobody wants you here.

[scammydoesstuff]

Been a minute since I've been able to draw or even post anything. And that's cuz I've been busy af with a job that's been slowly killing me for the last 8 months. But it's all good; I'm actually leaving that shithole at the end of the week. Yay! Maybe that means I can open up commissions again since I'll actually have time for them? Who's to say...

Anyway! Had a rough weekend at Fan Expo Chicago last week, and I've kinda had this in mind to draw ever since my disappointing interaction with Neil Newbon. He was very nice, but it felt pretty clear that he only really cared about Astarion. And, like, to a degree I get it? Astarion seems like a cool character that means a lot to a lot of people, but to act like no one cares anymore about Resident Evil Village cuz it's an "older game" (his words, not mine), kinda killed my mood for the weekend. Not to mention coming back with COVID. That was also a bummer...

*I* still love Heisenberg, at least. And if I'm the only one, then so be it. ❤️‍🩹

[ontosgold]

I adore sun/moon ryomina dynamic... but specifically how ryoji is the moon to makoto's sun. in the way that the moon is a reflection of the sun's light. without the sun there is so moon, but also the moon brings meaning to the sun's existence...

[amidnightqueery]

I don't hate my job or anything, but man, being a float educator is so fucking thankless

[microwavestim]

i hate mfs who are so genuinely-down-to-the-core-persistently-and-thoroughly pessimistic

[pulquedeguayaba]

Been crying regularly since June last year but these last couple of weeks damn, specially this one that just ended.

I dont think I've ever cried so much in my life

[gregmarriage]

are things going good for me, if i’m dreaming about moving out, but in a healthy way, not in a like ‘a runaway from home and get fucked up’ type of way? and i don’t feel trapped here anymore, i feel like, maybe, the future could be good? *vomit noise*

[cloudcountry]

i love how i come back to twst post about how much i hate idia for a few days and then leave again it's such a cycle

[arolesbianism]

I am rotating Light so hard in my head rn girlies who just straight up fucking torture ppl cause she can

[seventh-district]

i’m not like other girls, my “Rest” stats are a heart rate of 110bpm and a HRV of 14 fucking milliseconds. :)

[comvi]

I always have to remind myself that I don’t need to push myself to make art, and I don’t need to apologize or feel bad for not making a lot of art. art is something that should make me feel happy, so if I’m pushing myself to the point of not enjoying it anymore, then I should just stop and calm down for a second. and take some time for myself. Art won’t disappear, it will always be there waiting for me again, its okay for me to take some time doing others things sometimes.

[bistaxx]

I wish I had more time to properly catch up on qsmp, I just feel so impossibly behind