#Excuse the language but it's like the only way to explain how fun it's gonna be

[sm-baby]

I want to see all the carnival AU bios again, but finding Zooble's is too hard, even when using the search. I hope there's a more organized way to view them.

(Trying to come up with nicknames that said characters would give my characters.)

CARNIVAL AU MASTERPOST + BOUNDARIES

Augh... I never know how to organize stuff! But here is a mini master post of the TADC Info Cards (edited):

The Main Cast (Minus Zooble :C)

Zooble ( Plus Zooble!!! :3)

Shiny Cards ✨

Lesser AI

THE GLOINKS!!!

Level layout

OFFICIAL COMIC:

The Entire Comic has also been dubbed by @volticglitch !! If you're not a reader, You can watch their dubs instead!! Here is the dub

Your best friend!

Jesterly duties

The hallway

Crying

First clue

Special event!

Foul language - a silly

Excuse me?

Leave!

A word with Bubble

Let it Settle

CONCEPT ART:

Characters Relationship Chart ( Bonus, OC relationship Chart!)

The Tent

The Funhouse

Cutscene

Pomni expressions

Character design

Meet Pomni

ALT character skins (Bonus, Maid skins because of course I did)

Pomni expressions AGAIN!!! (and a bonus)

The Jester's Circus tent (and a bonus)

References

Shape language ramble

LOREEE:

Neck pieces

Neck pieces (prt 2)

Neck pieces (prt 3)

Silly Frilly

Toxic Positivity Duo

Quick Ragatha Doodle

The Rabbit

Non-sentient Pomni

Pity Laugh

First act of violence

First and only visit

DOODLE DUMPS:

First look

Meet Jax

Meet Ragatha

Meet Kinger

Meet Able

Zooble's room

Theatre shinanigans

Thanks for listening

Jax Doodles

Ragatha doodles (Feat. Kaufmo)

Caine doodles

Queenie?

Colored doodles

Eye popping

Jax Ko-fi request!

SILLIES!!:

The "Sillies!!" Section is moved HERE becuase the mastpost couldn't take any more links!

╔══ ❀•°❀BOUNDERIES/FAQ❀°•❀ ══╗

"Can I make OCs In Carnival?" - Yess!! Multiple people already have and they make me so happy! do whatever, as long as you're happy and having fun!! " Can I make NSFW?" - Yas and slay, just be sure to warn and spoiler it, etc. etc. be responsible when posting NSFW! " Can I make Fanfics?" - Yes and please show me!! that would be lovely!! " Can I dub/voice your stuff?" - Yes but, I have only one rule... show me pleaaasseeee pls pls pls 🥺🙏 " Can I ship the characters/self ships/ OC x Canon?" - Aughh.. this is gonna suck to explain cuz its a lot to ask.. You're allowed to ship any ship! My only boundary is that it doesn't include either Pomni or Caine being with others who are not eachother! For example: Ragatha x Jax ✅ Pomni x Jax❌ Kinger x Queenie✅ Kinger x Caine❌ As long as the ship does not include Pomni or Caine individually, I'm all aboard!! I respect Jax x Pomni shippers, as well as Kinger x caine shippers, I just don't like them myself and don't want to accidentally stumble upon them in the tag! I do apologize if that's a lot, it just makes me uncomfy! Bounderies can be very tight! :')

[quickstappen]

track 003: twisting stories, all because you're jealous

A/N: i am back at it guys, sorry for the angst? i hate the written section of this with burning fashion, i think i rewrote it like 20 times (that's why it took so long to post) but i can't get it to be where i want it to be so fuck it we ball.

also, some additional warnings here: nothing specific but mostly crude language, swearing and touching a bit on sexual harassment (not exactly, just don't know how to explain the rumors spread about paola in warnings, english is not my first language)

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paola_sainz road crimes were definitely committed, but at least we got the band back together ;) featuring Jenson the taxi driver

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jensonbutton I knew that's all I was to you, a glorified taxi driver

↳ paola_sainz don't take it personally ❤️

shithappens the prema (+liam) band is back!!! the world is healing

elmatadorf1 get away from them! leave the drivers alone, i can't believe she's still trying to leech off of them 🐍💀

F4ST_C4R did you race? if so who won???

logansargeant hate to break it to you, but you were the main instigator of those crimes Lola 🙄

↳ paola_sainz so not true! oscarpiastri tell him!

↳ oscarpiastri it's all Arthur's fault

↳ mcwilliams not Arthur catching strays 👀

cuddlyxricc will you comment on the paddock ban or ignore it like everything else?? 😒

redleclerc we need to know who won!! 👀

4ND1 what i would give to go karting with all of them 😭

↳ lightning_enjyr right?? it looks like so much fun

lewibear did you win?

hammertime_1 i bet she destroyed them

charles_leclerc I think my invitation got lost somewhere?

↳ arthur_leclerc Find your own friends Charles 🙄

frederikvestiofficial We need to do this more often!

hamilteaa how is it that she posted this man so many times and we still don't have any characteristic feature?? it could literally be any brunette 😭

arthur_leclerc For everyone asking, I won 😎

↳ oscarpiastri That's not true

↳ paularon_ No you didn't Arthur

↳ logansargeant mate, you came last

oscarpiastri Always a pleasure to race alongside you 😉

↳ paola_sainz even when I get super competitive?

↳ oscarpiastri Especially then

↳ paola_sainz 🧡😉

catstri mister piastri, she is taken 😳

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oscarpiastri posted new instagram stories!

caption: even when arthur_leclerc attempted 'the ichident' reprise on the main straight, paola_sainz still won

⟶ paola_sainz replied to your story!

paola_sainz aw osc, you're making me blush ☺️

⟶ arthur_leclerc replied to your story!

arthur_leclerc Only because she cheated!

oscarpiastri Excuse you, my girlfriend does not cheat

AUSTRIA 2024

paola_sainz posted new instagram stories!

caption 1: bit of a chill evening today, can't say I'm used to this during race weekends lol

⟶ oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri I really wish you were here baby, you have no idea 🧡

paola_sainz me too Osc, but dw you'll do great

caption 2: keeping up with Redbull Ring from my bed, let's go boys!

caption 3: we all knew max was gonna win (congrats by the way maxverstappen1) but HELL YEAHHH OSC! THAT'S P2 MATEEE 🧡

⟶ maxverstappen1 replied to your story!

maxverstappen1 Thanks Paola 🎉

⟶ oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri mate?

paola_sainz isn't that how you aussies relay affection?

oscarpiastri 🖕

paola_sainz 🧡

GREAT BRITAIN 2024

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paola_sainz british grand prix? don't know her. this week is for miss America and miss America only. welcome to the 4th of July bash at Jenson's house ;)

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hamilteaa they celebrated 4th of July with Logan 😭😭 no one speak to me

danielricciardo As a honorary American I approve, the free alcohol was a big plus👌🤠 Jenson should invite us over more often

↳ jensonbutton I was not aware of this happening until it was too late

↳ paola_sainz you love us ;)

↳ jensonbutton Unfortunately 🙄

srgashley logan with the flag 😂 he's so american i can't

XGEORG1NA man, I'd kill for some ribs with mac'&cheese rn 😩

oscarpiastri Is this what it feels like to attend a frat party?

↳ logansargeant this was definitely better

↳ paola_sainz how can you know, you've never actually been to a frat party Logan

↳ oscarpiastri Don't expose him for being fake American

↳ logansargeant Jeez, ganging up on me on July 4th, so not cool 😔

elmatadorf1 god, this is just so cringe 💀

shithappens oh my god those cowboy hats are so cute!

predestined55 why do they even hang out with her? she's acting like she's clinically insane 🙄

charles_leclerc Again, where was the invitation?

↳ paola_sainz Charles, you're not even American? You're Monegasque

↳ charles_leclerc That's clearly doesn't matter?? Only one of you is American!

↳ arthur_leclerc I could be American

↳ paola_sainz Arthur, you can't claim to be French AND American 🙄

↳ charles_leclerc Arthur, we are NOT FRENCH

isawthesainz we will never forget what you did to Carlos! 🐍

↳ prplsector she literally didn't do anything to him???

redleclerc charles loosing his mind in the comments is sending me 💀

↳ 4ND1 poor him, he will never understand Paola's and Arthur's banter lol

logansargeant Again, thank you guys for this. Bringing home a little closer to me for a while ❤️🇺🇲 Happy 4th of July everyone

↳ paola_sainz we're all American for 4th of July

↳ oscarpiastri It's mostly all about the food

sheilaxtay is she even American?

↳ lightning_enjyr she's Spanish

↳ sheilaxtay ??? what the hell

↳ lightning_enjyr Logan is the only American on the grid, she's always celebrated with him so he's not alone

↳ STARG3N i don't understand how can people not like her, she's so sweet 😭

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⟶ POST RACE INTERVIEW WITH OSCAR PIASTRI AND CARLOS SAINZ! PLAY | IGNORE

paola's messages:

HUNGARY 2024

paola's messages:

screamingmeals posted new instagram stories!

caption: Let's go Hungary! Join us on twitch to watch the race with us and our special guest paola_sainz!

paola_sainz posted new instagram stories!

caption 1: come listen to our nonsense commentary of the Hungarian gp on the screamingmeals twitch chanel ;)

caption 2: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD???! WHAT THE FUCKKKK

caption 3: ¡Vamos Ozzie! you deserve this so much oh my god this is absolutely glorious! I am so proud oscarpiastri

⟶ charles_leclerc replied to your story!

charles_leclerc Oh my god you are SO whipped

paola_sainz I am so telling Alex you said that 🙄

charles_leclerc No please

❝¡Vamos, vamos! Oscar, come on! Oh my God! I think I'm gonna faint," she hid her face in her shaking hands, "tell me when it's over. God I haven't been this stressed since it was me in the car I think."

Next to her James and Clement exchanged looks laughing quietly.

"Don't worry," the Formula 2 driver ruffled her hair, "we'll let you know when he rounds the last corner so you don't miss it."

"Gracias," Paola rolled her eyes and pushed his hands away. "Mate stop, you're messing it up."

"Aw, don't be like that," Clement reached his hands out again, trying to mess with her hair more, but Paola dodged his attempts. The two started pushing each other off the couch until James stepped in and sat inbetween them.

"Also, for everyone watching us here on twitch, she's a dirty liar," Clem said, peaking out from where he sat behind James, after they both calmed down a little.

"I am not mate, what the hell?" Paola exclaimed, obviously appalled. "When have I lied?"

"Just now actually," the driver smirked.

"I might have to agree with Clem here," James looked between the two with amusement. "You? Stressed in a car? Never."

"Yeah, so don't go saying that this is almost as stressful now," Clem showed her from behind James, causing the man in the middle to look into the camera with a pained expression. All while mouthing 'just like children' to the great amusement of the fans watching the interaction. "Actually, I don't think I've ever seen you this stressed before."

"Maybe," Paola's cheeks quickly started resembling the famous Rosso Corsa. "But it's Oscar," she said after few seconds.

"Yeah, it's Oscar," James smiled softly at her, some of the amusement still twinkling in his eyes.

"And he's taking that Mclaren to the top step of the podium! The Australian driver advances all the way to that checkqyerd flag, Oscar Piastri wins for the first time in Formula One! It's a Mclaren 1-2-"

Paola couldn't hear anything thing else, the commentator's voice slowly fading into blissful silence while she watched Oscar cross the finish line in firs place. Right next to her Clement and James were cheering and jumping around but she paid them no mind for the time being. She could've been crying for all she knew, but it didn't matter. None of it mattered. Oscar was a Formula 1 race winner.

"Dios mío," she said quietly into her hands, eyes locked in on the car number 81, she couldn't miss even a second of this.

Paola always knew Oscar would win. He was born a winner, it was only a matter of time before he took the Formula 1 world by storm. She had no doubts that he'd stand among the World Champions one day, right there in the spotlight where he belongs. She just... Well, at a time she was also convinced she'd be standing right there with him. Over the years the vision changed. Oscar was always meant for greatness, but her? She was forced to step into the shadows, take the reality head on and manage her expectations accordingly. So that's exactly what she did. In her mind, it was no longer her and Oscar standing on the top steps together, but she was always there. Looking up at him with tears of joy in her eyes. And that's how it was supposed to be.

She was supposed to be there.

But now she wasn't.

It was Oscar's, Oscar's, first win and she... She wasn't there. Instead she was in the UK, with Clement and James livestreaming from her living room. It's not that she didn't like the guys, they were amazing and watching the race with them was actually fun, but-

She was supposed to be with Oscar.

"Excuse me for a minute guys," she laughed weakly, despair flowing through her like a raging river, leaking out of her along with the tears falling steadily from her eyes. "I'll be right back, just need to catch my breath and make a quick phone call."

As she left the room the cheers form the dingy laptop speakers only seemed to grow louder.

It must've been time for the podium celebrations. ❞

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paola_sainz oh my god??? someone better tell this guy that I used to drive circles around on track that he's a damn formula 1 race winner now what the hell??

no, in all seriousness now, Oscar, I am so proud of you! From the moment I saw you on that track at 11 years old, I knew you were destined for greatness. It was like there was a sign hanging over your head - "watch out for me, I am the future" - and since that day, you prove that I was right every single day. Everyone knows now that someday you WILL stand among the greatest. I just hope that when you do, I'll be there to cheer you on and ugly cry with your mom. Enjoy this one Osc, you 100% deserved it!

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charles_leclerc I did not get a post like that for my first Ferrari win, favouritism at it's best

↳ paola_sainz yeah well, I was also there when you got your first win in rosso corsa, you got the live version 🙄

shithappens i am sobbing on my bedroom floor what the fuck

prema_team Our Oscar is a Formula 1 race winner!

↳ paola_sainz hell yeah he is admin

prplsector this is too much i can't- 😭

cuddlyxricc this just feels condescending?? wym "the guy i used to drive circles around on track", it's just mean?

barbiegirl mate, it's clearly a joke?? did you not see the whole fucking paragraph underneath?

oui_lyanne i am starting to see your point jordie lightning_enjyr

↳ lightning_enjyr i TOLD you, this is like way above friendship level

fastkiwi oh my god i am so mad that she couldn't attend the race 😭 fia when i catch you

lightning_enjyr it's just so devastating that she missed his first win because of some petty drama her own brother is trying to cause

catstri oh my god those pictures 💀

oscarpiastri I am not going anywhere without you, the top step doesn't feel as high when I look down and you're not there

↳ L3CH41R oh that is bold statement my man

↳ 4ND1 this on main? damn

↳ papayamonique didn't he just confirm that he has a girlfriend? this seems not cool, I'd definitely be jealous if I was her

↳ L3CH41R mate c'mon 😶

jensonbutton Celebratory dinner at our place when you get back oscarpiastri you deserve it man, congratulations

↳ oscarpiastri Thank you Jenson, it means a lot

↳ paola_sainz 🧡

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madi's radio: if the end feels rushed, it's because me and the 30 photo limit do not like each other and i greatly underestimated how long this part was gonna be (and i already had to cut it into two)

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Who is My Heart Waiting for? | Park Jimin One Shot | Teaser

Summary: Getting closer to one of the staff on tour didn't seem like such a bad idea...that is until Jimin realizes that his feelings for her are more than just platonic. Pairing: Rockstar!Jimin pov x Staff f!reader (Strings is her nickname) Warnings: Explicit language but that's about it at this point (I'll add more when I post the full version) a/n: This is my first Jimin fic and my first fic that's written from the idol's pov so hopefully you guys will enjoy the switch up this time. Not sure when I'll post it but I wanted to see if I have an audience for it since I mostly just write for Jungkook 😅 p.s. It's not a surprise that this is based on the lyrics from 'Who' by Jimin because holy shit that song is incredible so I had to write something about it. Hopefully you guys'll like it 🤞🏼

"Come on loser let's go! I'm hungry" she says and I scoff, jogging over to her. "Hungry? From what?" I ask and she glares, looking me up and down. "From taking care of you guys. What else would I do all day?" she asks. I know she works hard but it's fun to tease her like this sometimes. 

"Sit back and relax while admiring me" I say and she rolls her eyes, so much so that I would be concerned that they would get stuck at the back of her head if she tried to do it again.

"More like running ramped and being at all of your beck and call. Do you know how difficult it is to take care of five man childs and one very strict overlord" she grumbles, the last part in reference to our manager.

"Man child?" I ask crossing my arms and she nods her head without hesitation. "You sure you there's five of them? And all this time thought we were friends" I say, feigning offense and she doesn't give in. 

"What would you call what we're doing right now?" she asks, sitting down at the booth that the waitress leads us to as soon as we walk in the diner.

"A date?" I say with a smirk on my face and she shakes her head and starts looking through the menu. "More like feeding a whiney hangry baby who needs my help to survive" she say and now I'm the one rolling my eyes.

"I swear your favorite insult is getting a little bit tired isn't it?" I say and she smirks. "Well what would you call that thing that you do when you're singing?" she asks

"A cry or sometimes a growl depending on the song" I tease, throwing an arm around the back of the booth leaving her sliding away from me to create some distance between us but I slide towards her to keep her close. 

"Why do you feel the need to be so close to me?" she grumbles, accepting defeat once we're almost all the way at the other end of the booth with one good scoot, if she had taken it leaving her falling on her ass. 

"Because I like being close to you. Plus you're always mumbling whenever we're in public so this is the only way I can hear you" I explain, making excuses and she scoffs and mutters something inaudible under her breath. 

"See I couldn't even guess what you could've possibly said even though I'm this close to you" I say to prove my point. "Because it wasn't for your ears dumbass. Now figure out what you're gonna eat before I let you starve" she says, shoving a menu towards me. 

I chuckle and flip through it and eventually we're giving the waitress our orders and I turn to face Strings once she's gone.

"Why do you always treat me like I'm a nuisance when we're out in public?" I question and she takes a very long sip of her water to avoid answering right away.

"Because you are" she answers and pulls her phone out to check a message that just came in and when I see the name 'Alex' pop up on her screen I get a little disheartened for some weird reason. 

When she unlocks her phone I catch a quick glimpse of their conversation and it's full of messages planning for them to meet up. "Who's Alex?" I ask and she locks her phone immediately. 

"A friend, not that it's any of your business" she replies curtly and her pointed answer kicks me in the gut. "What kind of friend?" I ask, trying to get more information before making assumptions but she gives me nothing. 

"Just a friend alright?" she says and takes a drink of her water and I let out a sigh, scooting back and giving both of us some air to breathe.

She takes it as a chance to respond to the messages and when more come in I catch a hint of a smile and I scoff. 

"What?" she asks, clearly confused with my reaction. "Seems like they're a lot more than just a friend from the way you're smiling at their replies" I nod towards her phone and she locks the screen again and places it in her bag. 

"Fine, happy?" she says, showing that she'll give me her full attention now in hopes to change the subject and before I have a chance to the waitress comes back...

Okay that's all you're getting for the teaser because I couldn't find a good stopping point but comment down below if you'd like to be tagged!

[clover-the-awesomest]

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Y O U H A V E M A D E A G R A V E M I S T A K E

You know, it’ll be fun to talk with you about our favorite WOY episodes. @clover-the-awesomest​. 

What do you say, buddy? Doesn’t that sound like TONS of fun?

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Pleasure Is My Business: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: You’re brought back to your high school days with this case. You put that behind you when you graduated, but life has a funny way of bringing you closer to the person who made your life miserable back then.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture." - Camille Paglia

Before you leave for work, you grab the coffee you premade as soon as you wake up. The coffee is right next to your high school reunion invitation. The opened card stares at you whenever you pass by it, begging you to acknowledge it. High school was one of the worst years of your life because not only did kids bully you, but you felt their own pain as your own.

It wasn't fun.

This reunion is in a few days but you're still in Quantico. Looks like you won't get to go, and honestly, you're kind of relieved. Spencer wants you to go and prove to everyone you're this hotshot FBI agent (which you are), but you don't feel like proving to a bunch of people who never gave a fuck about you in the first place.

"Are you gonna go?" Spencer says from behind you.

"We'll, seeing how it's in a few days and we're not in Dallas, I don't think so. It's so stupid because instead of a night, they made it a whole weekend getaway. As if I want to spend more time with them than I have to."

"Maybe you can go to the other one."

All you can do is shrug. You really don't want to get into this right now, plus, you have to get ready for a case Hothc pulled together. Hotch got called to Dallas early in the morning to do a briefing on a case sent by Patrick Jackson, the attorney general.

Hoyt Ashford, a hedge fund manager for a major bank, has turned up dead in a hotel room. Hoyt didn't do too well in the public eye after going on talk shows and talking about how the real estate crisis wasn't a real thing. He posted an apology video about the issue, but once word got out that he died, his lawyers classified it as a suicide.

If you know any better, then that's not true.

According to Hotch, there was Viagra near Hoyt's body. Considering that his wife was at home with the kids, it's safe to assume the prostitute he was with killed him. Something that's confidential and not to be mentioned in any reports is that Hoyt took $10,000 out of a fund in cash. No one saw the prostitute he was with, which isn't surprising since they know how to be discreet. According to Patrick, this is the second murder in Dallas.

You might be able to attend your reunion after all.

"Female serial killers are a fascinating field," Spencer says once everyone is in the air. "We don't have much information on them, but what we do know involves throwing the rules completely out the window. Take the signature, for instance. They don't torture or take trophies because there is no sexual gratification when a woman kills. Murder is the goal. They don't have to do anything extra."

"So, basically, women are more efficient at killing," you half-joke.

"Historically, they have had body counts in the hundreds."

"Assuming that the job is the stressor, what are some of the reasons prostitutes kill their customers?" Hotch asks over the phone.

"Money, drugs, and PTSD. At some point, every call girl, no matter how well paid, gets coerced into an activity she didn't consent to. Aileen Wuornos used to purposefully stage paid sexual encounters as an excuse to murder men she thought would rape her," you explain.

"Wuornos was psychotic and disorganized. I think this girl is poisoning them before she has sex with them."

"She's using Tetramethylenedisulfotetramine. It's a popular rat poison in China which can be easily soluble in alcohol," Spencer explains after reading the files Hotch sent over.

"Poison is the perfect MO. It's quiet, quick, and the victims never see it coming because they think they're getting lucky." Hotch makes an uncertain noise. "Does that mean something to you?"

"These men are paying $10,000 a night for discretion as well as sex. She has a history with them. She didn't decide to kill them at the moment. She walks in with the intent to kill them, and she's doing it before she sleeps with them. She's not just organized, she's also methodical. She decides early which one of her clients is worth killing," Hotch says.

"Maybe the victims all share the same fetish. Both victims were in their fifties, highly visible, and careful of their image. If they were kinky in the same way, they'd go to great lengths to hide it."

"We're facing a corporate culture that'll do everything it can to keep us out."

"Actually, I had some luck there. Hoyt's wife isn't too happy with how he died. She agreed to talk to us but because every silver lining has a dark cloud, the hedge fund released a statement." JJ pulls out her phone to read the statement that was sent to her. "Ashford died peacefully in his home, according to lawyer David Madison.' They're already trying to close ranks."

"Does that language sound familiar to anyone else?" Spencer asks.

"What do you mean?"

"It's the same thing as the murder of the first victim. 'According to the company lawyer, Stanton died peacefully in his home'."

"Y/N and Morgan, start with the wife and see if you can get her to open up. JJ, call the lawyers and tell them I want to meet with both of them."

"You want to play them off each other?"

"I think one of them wrote both press releases. Let's see which one calls us back."

Once you land, you and Derek head over to the Ashford home where Yvonne Ashford is eagerly waiting for you.

"Mrs. Ashford, we're very sorry about your husband," you say.

"I've been getting nothing but condolences all day. I feel like a hypocrite for accepting them, knowing how he died."

"We think your husband might have been targeted because of something sexual he did with this call girl. I know this is hard, but is there anything you can tell us about what he liked?"

"In bed? I can sum it up in one word. Younger."

"How much younger?"

"Twenty-five. That was when I first met him."

"So, your age difference was part of the attraction?"

"Are you kidding? It was the whole relationship."

"Mrs. Ashford, no offense, but your husband spent a lot of money on this woman. Was there anything else at all that he liked from a younger woman besides the ego boost?" Derek asks.

"There's a certain kind of man, Agent, for whom the only kind of sex that matters is the ego boost. In a marriage like ours, you have to work at it or in my husband's case, pay for it."

Your phone rings and you step off to the side when you see Hotch is calling.

"Yeah, Hotch?"

"We got a meeting with a madame that sets meetings up like the one Ashford was in. Spencer is heading over to meet with her. I want you to go with him."

"Sure." You hang up and walk over to Derek. "I got to go. See what else you can find out about Hoyt."

"Yeah."

The madame, Lauren, is hosting an open house where she is able to meet clients discreetly. It's actually pretty smart since people might think they're there for the open house instead of something else entirely.

"This is actually pretty smart," you say when you meet up with Spencer. "Properties like this are safe and an inspection-free investment for large sums of cash."

An older woman walks out of the house with a big smile on her face.

"Well, hello, you two!"

"Are you the--"

"Isn't this neighborhood just fabulous? You're gonna love this house," she cuts your boyfriend off. She escorts you two inside the house for more privacy. "You two need lessons in faking it. I teach a class."

"So, you arrange dates for escorts?" you ask.

"All I arrange are meetings. What happens between two consenting adults when that meeting is over is something I'm not liable for. Now, who wants a scone?" she offers from a platter.

"Listen, we're looking for someone who is a high-end prostitute who takes fees up to ten thousand dollars. She has the intent of killing her clients before having sex with them."

"Oh, yes. We all know about this woman. She's terrible for business."

"I guess there's only so many men that can afford the service you provide, right?"

"Yes, but with the way she's behaving, she's only hurting herself. An escort's client list is the most important investment she has. It's her daily income and her retirement package when she sells the list."

"She's not working with a service then. No madam would allow an escort to kill off the clientele."

"What about the type of work your employees do?" Spencer asks nervously. "We're sort of operating under the assumption that this escort is killing men who make her perform a specific sexual act."

"What did you have in mind, sweetie?" she smirks.

"I... I don't even... I don't know."

"Don't mind him," you giggle. "It's his first time."

"If I may, I think you're looking at this all wrong. Start with this question: why would a man pay a woman five figures?"

"It's not just for sex, is it?"

"Of course, you've got to be good in bed to be successful, but that's the easy part. What men want more than the no strings attached sex is a therapist. Someone who will absorb the worst parts of their personalities."

"They're looking for someone to tell their fears and insecurities to. Everything they can't take home to their wife."

"That's what I groom my girls to do--how to talk to these men and how to listen. Don't get me wrong, deviancy comes with the territory. I can't tell you how many men need to be submissive as an outlet from their extremely stressful jobs. I can tell you that if the sex was the reason she was killing these men, she would have broken long before she charged $10,000."

"It isn't how these men act in bed, it's how they act out of it," Spencer says.

This unsub isn't killing at a specific time because it's whenever her client wants to meet with her. While you've been talking to Lauren, another murder has taken place. You and Spencer leave the open house and immediately head over to an office firm.

Joseph Fielding is found dead inside the elevator, tied to an office chair with X's marked in lipstick on his eyes, and clear tape wrapped around all over his mouth.

"The victim is Joseph Fielding. He was the CFO here," Rossi says when you two get there.

"Was he poisoned?"

"Yes, and staged. She killed him in his office and then rolled him out here to be found."

You walk over to the victim but pause when you see the energy left behind by the unsub. It's blue because the unsub is a female, but you recognize this energy. There are eight billion people in this world with eight billion different base energies. Every single person you've met has their own energy signatures, and you're familiar with this one. Not only have you seen this energy before, you know the person attached to it.

You've met and gotten to know this person before.

"I know this unsub," you say.

"You do?" Hotch asks.

"Yeah, but I can't put a name to it yet. I've definitely seen it sometime in my life."

Hotch gives you time to put a name to the unsub, but for right now, he focuses on what he can see physically.

"The lipstick is new."

"It was done postmortem. Reid said female serial killers don't leave a signature. I think she did that just for us. She's already exposed him at his most vulnerable. Now she wants to be noticed."

There is commotion by the barrier formed by local police by a man trying to get through, which he does eventually.

"Which one of you is Aaron Hotchner?"

"Me."

"I'm Larry Bartlett. I represent Mr. Fielding in Webster Industries."

"This is a closed crime scene, Mr. Bartlett."

"I know. I spoke to Ellen Daniels, and she said you're a very reasonable man."

"Escort him out, please," Hotch says to one of the officers.

"No, wait. Please." The officer tries to grab him, but he doesn't leave right away. "The press is outside and they can smell blood. Is there any way we can handle this discreetly?"

"We're not about to lie for you," Derek says.

"You don't have to lie. Just don't comment."

"Excuse us."

Hotch takes the team off to the side to talk about the benefits of not commenting on the murder. "Is there any reason to go public yet?"

"Validating her is exactly what she wants. If we hold back, she's more likely to make a mistake," you say quietly.

"He doesn't need to know that. We need everything you have on Fielding like bank accounts, tax records, and emails."

"Everything?" Larry asks in uncertainty.

"Everything."

"I'll gather everything and send it in the morning."

x

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[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Love your touches - not in a weird way though

Minho x fem!reader

Warnings: N/A except for some minor language (glader slang)

Overview: reader is a tactile person and Minho is oblivious, reader also ended up pretty confident and chill so that was fun to write, and then they’re both dorks at the end

Side note: this was literally written at 3am so excuse mistakes or incoherency please and thank you

Look, Minho’s not exactly a very hands-on guy alright? I mean, he’s not lacking in human interaction or anything. A casual throw of an arm around Ben’s shoulder after a good run, or coaxing a fist bump out of a reluctant but begrudgingly smiling Alby. That’s all Minho needs in terms of touch. He’s not gonna be reaching out for hug all the time or anything.

He knows some of the others are different, and he understands that just fine. Newt will give you a hug on the spot if you show up teary eyed and Zart is always surprise-hugging-slash-jumpscaring people around the Glade. It’s nice, for other people. Minho doesn’t need that.

So with that background info, why is he losing his mind over a shucking Greenie and her dumb sweet stupid gentle nice stupid touches?

Let’s rewind a bit.

As usual, the Greenie (you know, you), stuck with Newt. Minho heard that you ended up being selected by Clint and Jeff, but not much else crossed his mind about you. Oh right, you were the first girl.

To be honest, that wasn’t really a big deal for Minho, in comparison to the reaction from some of the other guys. Anyways, with you holed up in the Medjack hut treating injuries and Minho out running in the Maze, you didn’t really cross paths until a month after your arrival.

For the next Greenie welcome celebration, Gally had concocted a new blend of his drink, and long story short the entire Glade was collectively experiencing the worst hangover they’d ever had. Even Alby was subject to the pounding headaches and waves of nausea.

There were only a few unaffected people. You had decided not to try Gally’s new drink, as you wanted to soberly experience a Greenie welcome night without the initial terror of being dropped into a shucking Maze. Minho had only drunk a little in an attempt to avoid a hangover for his morning run.

With most of the Glade bedridden and unable to do their jobs, Alby had cancelled the morning’s work tasks. Frypan was thankfully stable enough to cook up some breakfast, while Newt had to run around looking after everyone (i.e. motherhenning). Clint and Jeff were stuck mass-making hangover cures and had waved you away to get breakfast first.

As such, this left you with Minho, and this is where his issue began. You had a lot of questions - apparently you were very curious about Runners, but you kept touching him to ask the questions.

Conversation flowed well and it was easy and casual, but every time you wanted to ask something you would nudge his arm or grab his wrist. It was a little weird, to be honest.

It went something like this: “Ben’s so out of it he’s gonna forget the entire maze,” joked Winston, who was always hangover-free no matter how much he drank.

“Wait, so do you guys have to memorise the Maze long term or just until you write it down?” You asked, pulling Minho’s elbow to get his attention.

“Long term is best, that’s why we still run the sections that have been mapped for years,” he explained. “We have to commit it to memory.”

You hummed in understanding, tapping his forearm with a single finger “Ohh I get it.”

These touches extended into other events too.

Example: the council meeting. Runner briefings were always first, followed by Medjacks and then the rest of the groups. Minho was prepared for mild annoyance and distraction when you sat down beside him, but you didn’t do anything and instead listened intently to your parts of the meeting.

But when the Medjack session was over, you crumpled against Minho, grabbing his arm to draw invisible patterns with your fingers. He rolled his eyes - this was exactly what he was expecting.

He caught your gaze and raised his eyebrows in a pointed gesture.

Instead of stopping, you grinned up at him from your slumped position and hooked your ankle over his leg.

“Slim it,” he whispered, giving your leg a little kick (but he let it rest for the rest of the meeting). His stomach felt strange for the rest of the meeting **but he refuses to say ‘butterflies’.

You’d been… friends, for about three months now. Eventually Minho got used to the touches and started to lean into them and reciprocate too. He also noticed other things about you.

You have a perpetual smile on your face, but all the smiles are different. You've got the regular sunshiny one you give to everyone, and the wicked one you give when you’re teasing people. His favourite is the smaller, private smile you seem to give only to him.

Your personality is usually bright and energetic, but the positive demeanour means you can deliver devastating blows when no one expects them. The most Minho has ever laughed has often come from the little quips and comebacks you use to respond to people.

He also loves that you tend to lean on him when you’re laughing, either hiding your face in your arm, which you rest on his shoulder, or just fully leaning back and knowing he’s there to support you.

You often link arms with him and skip playfully around the Glade, but it’s a little awkward when only one person is skipping, and the other is, well, walking normally with a bouncing person attached to his arm.

Wow. There were a lot of examples in that. If he cleared out the brain space it took to know all the stuff about you, they’d probably know the whole maze by now. (But he doesn’t mind).

One day, Minho finds you and Newt sleeping against each other in the town hall, since you're both on break. This is as good a time as any to ask for another opinion, he supposes.

“Hey, Newt,” he says after you've left, “What do you think of Y/n?”

“What do you mean?” asks Newt.

“I just- she really... I don’t know. She’s really touchy I guess.”

“Oh. Yeah, I mean, she’s just a more tactile person. Does it bother you? You know, if you asked her to she’d stop or at least tone it down a bit.”

“What? No!” his stomach sinks at the thought of you stopping your touches and smiles. “I just meant, does it ever make you feel weird?”

Newt stops walking and turns, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “Weird how?”

“Not bad… just weird.”

“Like… your heart beats faster, or your stomach feels fluttery, and you want to be around her more?” suggests Newt.

Minho frowns. “I mean, kinda, that’s a little… though.”

“Yeah there isn’t another explanation.” Newt claps a hand on Minho’s shoulder. “You’re in love with her, mate. Congratulations.”

Minho freezes. “I- what? That’s not even, no,” he stutters out.

“Think about it for a second,” says Newt, watching amusedly.

“What are you shanks on about? Minho looks like he just ate klunk,” Ben snarks as he passes by.

“Oh, just about how he’s in love.”

“What, with Y/n- ohh,” Ben grins. “So you’ve realised,” he says, patting Minho on the shoulder.

“There’s nothing to realise,” he insists. Hell, am I actually…?

On your end of things, you’ve pretty much accepted your crush. It’s there, it’s present. You acknowledge it and move on.

From your first day Minho was put in the ‘didn’t try to hit on me’ category in your head, a category only filled by a good few guys. Even better, he also fit in the ‘is a good friend without any initial intentions to hit on me’ category, which was a step up. Plus, it also helped that you get along well - his attitude melds well with yours. And also, yeah, he’s pretty shuckin' hot.

You tried dropping a few hints so see if the feeling was mutual; talking to him more than any others, letting yourself be a little looser with the casual touches you give all your friends, but nothing came out your small efforts. Sure, you got closer as friends, which was nice, but a romantic bond would have been even better.

So all in all, the crush is there. That’s not new. It’s expected. What you don't expect is Newt walking up to you, jabbing a thumb behind him, and saying “your boy wants to talk to you,” complete with a full eye roll and exasperated huff.

You tilt your head in question, interest piqued, and head off in the direction Newt pointed - towards the Runners’ hut.

“Hey,” a voice greets you as soon as you step in.

“Hi? Is everything alright,” you ask, concerned.

“Well, we’ll see,” says Minho, frowning. “I’ve been told I’m in love with you.”

“Oh,” you start, not quite sure what to say. “…Are you?”

“I love your touches,” he blurts. He stops, looking down, and seems to steel himself. “I love all your little touches, and that you’re so fun to talk to… and” he pauses. “And you’re beautiful. Really beautiful.”

You laugh softly, and a smile curves your lips. “And that smile,” he exclaims. “So if you… do you… uhh too?”

“Do I…”

“You know,” he huffs impatiently.

Taking a deep breath, you step closer. “I love all those things too… but with you, I mean. Not myself. I mean, self love and all, but- OK! I’m just gonna repeat the statements. I love touching you… in not a weird way, and I love talking to you too. And you’re really beautiful too,” you finish with a grin. You slowly loop your arms around his neck, looking up to meet his eyes and a little down to meet his- Hang on.

“So are you? In love with me?”

And then he kisses you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours as you run a thumb over his cheek. “Does that tell you the answer?” he asks softly.

“Well you didn’t actually say any-,” and then you’re having a second kiss.

Sooo this came out. It’s completely different to my previous fic, but it was so fun to write

Hope you enjoyed ❤️

Part 2 of Come Back to Me is in the works

[beansterpie]

ES21 japanese volumes part 3/??

<< part 1 < part 2 ||

HAHAHA guess who found a site with japanese scans?? (Also yes hello it's been close to.... half a year??? (fuck) since my last post-- a big part of that is because taking clear pics of panels/pages on my phone was a pain in the ass so I kept procrastinating lol)

Now lets get back into it!

We left off at the end of Sena's unwilling first morning practice, where we got to see just how fast he's able to run. We were then informed that their first match is happening the following day... while only having 3 players :')

oh the lengths one must take to subdue Cerberos....

Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: We need 8 people by tomorrow's match! We'll split up to gather them! Panel 3 -> KURITA: 8 people? SENA: I thought you said that American Football requires 11 people...

You'd think he might catch on to what's happening after all the 'top speed in the NFL!' fuss at the end of the last chapter.... but our boy is not smart, your honor.

But Hiruma (seemingly) relents, saying how they each have to find at least 3 people to help out their team by the end of the day. Whoever finds the least amount of people faces whatever penalty game that Hiruma comes up with, so uh, there's reason to fear.

Panel 1 -> Basketball club Panel 2 -> SENA: Alright, I'll start here...! Panel 3 -> imaginary SENA: How would you like to play in an American Football match? Panel 4 -> imaginary SENA: We'll prepare all of the equipment! All you have to bring is your fighting spirit!!

imagination vs reality....

Panel 1 -> SENA: Um... excuse me Panel 2 -> SENA: So... I was wondering if maybe I could get you guys to play in an American Football match for us... or something... Panel 4 -> JERSEY #16: Ahh... I'll pass. JERSEY #8: Yeah, not interested. SENA: I-is that so... Panel 5 -> SENA: Aahh-- it's no good. Why do I always....

Ah poor Sena. But all those years of timidness and cowardice aren't going to up and disappear overnight because then we wouldn't have a story. Also, an aside, but in these earlier chapters Sena has this little... verbal tick, I guess? where he ends his sentences (usually requests) with "なんて…" (na-nn-te), shown in panel 2. A different form of the word is often used at the end of a joke, meaning essentially "just kidding!", and this is like... an uncommitted, spineless little version of that. He's asking them if they would please consider playing in a match, and basically ending it with: "haha jk...." 😔

I translated it as "or something..." because he ISN'T joking, he just can't help but say it because he's that non-confrontational, and I thought that might be confusing without context? Or perhaps I'm just over-explaining, but alas.

Panel 1 -> KURITA: Wanna play in an American Football match!? Panel 2 -> JERSEY #16 & #8: No! Panel 4 -> SENA: No, it's not over yet! This isn't the only sports club! Panel 5 -> SENA: I'll go around to all of 'em--! Panel 6 -> HIRUMA: You're playing in a match for the American Football club!

I had to put in all three of their uh, pitches? to the basketball club because I love this little sequence lol. It's such a fun way to show the differences in how each character approaches a problem, and visually displays their body language so well. It's like the funniest version of the three billy goats gruff story

Is this the first official appearance of Hiruma's little black book? It's funny, it's dastardly, and it's just as much for the sake of cartoon violence as his guns are lol. (Seriously, some of the stuff he uses to blackmail people has me side eyeing Hiruma (and Inagaki) real hard rip. The fact that you're not supposed to take any of it seriously is it's saving grace.)

Panel 1 -> JERSEY #16: Uwah, again!? JERSEY #8: Will you give it a rest!! We said we're not gonna play!! Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: Hooo~ that defiant attitude.... I take it you two are first years? Panel 3 -> HIRUMA: Hhmmmm, so Satake-kun from year 1 class 2, and Yamaoka-kun from class 5, huh? Panel 4 -> HIRUMA: Satake-kun is-- well well! The true culprit behind the underwear thefts of the swimming club! And Yamaoka-kun-- what's this? He gives a kiss to his poster of Ai Kago every morning? Whoow, isn't this painful! SATAKE: Wha-- YAMAOKA: How do you-- Panel 5 -> HIRUMA: Now, I think I'll just spread the word!!! SATAKE: Waahh w-we'll play, we'll play! YAMAOKA: Please let us play in the American Football match!!

The severity of the dirt seems pretty skewed to me, but I guess to a teenage anime boy from the early 00's, general embarrassment is just as bad as sexually harrassing your schoolmates 🙃

But anyway, now we know exactly why Hiruma is so feared by the general student body (and faculty)! A real menace to society <3 Btw, at the time Ai Kago was a girl in the pop idol group Morning Musume.

After going to every other sports club in Deimon, Sena finally comes into some luck at the track and field club....

ISHIMARU: An American Football match? Yeah sure, I'll play!

Ishimaru.... you're such a good guy..... 😭

Panel 1 -> SENA: R-really!? ISHIMARU: Yeah, and y'know-- Hiruma's probably gathering the first years, right? Panel 2 -> ISHIMARU: So if I play with them, I'll get to know their physical abilities, and I can invite any of the promising ones to the track and field club. Panel 3 -> ISHIMARU: That's ok, isn't it? As a give and take. SENA: O-of course!! Panel 4 -> SENA: (Yay, that's one person!) Then I'll be seeing you tomorrow! Panel 5 -> ISHIMARU: Tomorrow!!? That's impossible! SENA: What--!!? Panel 6 -> ISHIMARU: I work part time for the local magazine delivery-- I have to deliver them all by noon tomorrow so it'll be tight. Sorry

Poor boy can't catch a break. And enjoy Ishimaru in his like, first and last serious arc for the rest of the series..... :') you deserved better my boy.....

Ishimaru's fairly casual attitude towards Hirma makes me so curious about what he's like in class though lol. I guess for people that Hiruma has no direct use for, they end up flying under the radar and don't have a strong opinion on him? Maybe to some students in Deimon, Hiruma is just 'that eccentric guy in my grade' lol. Strange thought.

But you know, at least Hiruma managed to get some people to help out! Wow, such charisma.

Panel 1 -> (from left to right on the chart -> ): Sena, Kurita, Hiruma Panel 2 -> SENA: Amazing!! So many, just by himself...

Panel 1 -> SENA: Hiiee!? Panel 2 -> KURITA: Hey.... I guess you're also at zero, huh.... Panel 3 -> KURITA: Even Hiruma stopped after 7 people.... and all the sports clubs have already gone home.... It's no good, we're not going to make it in time for the tournament.... Panel 5 -> SENA: I-I'm going to make another round!

Like, ok. So I haven't actually read that many sports manga (mainly because they tend to not hold my attention very long), but Eyeshield's opening chapters are so charming and cute and like... well set up that I always love re-reading it. It might ultimately be a classic coming of age/underdog story, but at this point Sena isn't even interested in playing the damn sport lol (in fact playing the sport is the thing he's got the most reservations about). It's just that he's made friends with Kurita and wants to help him (and Hiruma) towards this goal they're so passionate about, and also wants to feel like a part of something. Idk, it's really successful in fleshing out Sena's personality imo, and manages to make this extremely cowardly kid very endearing (which I think is kind of a rare thing in a shounen manga protag, not to mention a sports manga one).

BUT anyway, he spots Ishimaru doing deliveries and jumps over the fence to reach him.

SENA: Please let me gopher-- no, I mean-- please let me help you!

His heart is in the right place! When you've been a doormat your whole life, it takes a minute to move past it!!

Anyway, skipping ahead a few pages because I've already used too many images on this chapter lol (not me straight up posting half the pages of this chapter so far 😭) -- Sena helps Ishimaru deliver half of the magazines and so they manage to hand them all out that night. Since that frees Ishimaru up the following day, he agrees to play in the match-- which means Sena managed to get one person!

He returns to the club room and tells Kurita the good news, but that still leaves them with.... 10 people.

Panel 2 -> KURITA: We're short.... one person.... Panel 3 -> KURITA: We were so close.... Panels 5 & 6 -> Sounds of the crowd cheering

Panel 1 -> SENA: U-um! Panel 2 -> SENA: For the last person, if I... if I participate...

Whenever Sena thinks about potentially playing American Football in these early chapters, I've always liked that the things he focuses on is the sound of the crowd, the... kinship, maybe? of being on a team. There's probably an element of the glory that appeals to him, but it mostly seems to be the ambience and passion and unity that he's drawn to. As opposed to like, Monta later on who (initially, anyway) really just wants the fame and adoration of being a popular player lol (and good for him, the heart wants what it wants). But for Sena, as the protagonist, it helps me connect to his wants at this point in the story a lot more organically as opposed to if his desire had always been "I wanna be The Best Sportsman™!!!" But again, that's a me thing lol.

Of course Hiruma has to interrupt before Sena commits one way or another lol

Panel 1 -> HIRUMA: That fucking konbini!! Running out of sugarless gum!! Not even flies would chew on that nasty-ass sweet gum!! Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: Oh damn, I forgot to put them up halfway through.

Hiruma's comically short temper that vanishes between one panel and the next will always be funny to me lol. Explosively coming into the club room, ranting about unimportant bullshit while tossing soda at to his teammates (which is quite thoughtful of him actually) and then casually revealing that he's taken care of everything....

Sometimes when I'm feeling unmotivated, I think to myself "what would Hiruma do?" the answer is usually 'several illegal things', but I can at least try to emulate his proactiveness lol.

Panel 2 -> SENA & KURITA: WE DID IIITT Panel 3 -> HIRUMA: We didn't do anything!!! I'm the one who ended up doing it all, you useless idiots!! Actually, give back my cola!! I don't have a single drop of fluid to spare for you morons!! Wilt and die!

Well. No one ever claimed Hiruma was gracious.

That's (more or less) the end of chapter 3! Finally!! The chapter ends with another character room, this time for Hiruma. I'm also putting Kurita's here, which was at the end of chapter 2 but didn't manage to squeeze in.

Page 1 Kurita Ryoukan 2nd Year Deimon Devilbats #77 Power: ***** Speed: * Technique: ** [upper corner: "My refrigerator" bottom left: "Bookshelf-- bursting with American Football magazines" bottom center: "Weights over 100kg"] Page 2 Hiruma Youichi 2nd Year Deimon Devilbats #1 Power: ** Speed: ** Technique: *****

When I read this manga for the first time back in highschool, I was SO frustrated that it just showed the club room instead of Hiruma's bedroom. Ngl I still feel a little cheated, but I guess they had to maintain that gremlin mystique somehow 😔

(Also join me as I puzzle over where the fuck Kurita keeps his futon.... 🤔)

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I was going to cover the next chapter as well, but I think I'll just end this part here-- the next chapter is more or less when the first match starts, so I figure I'll do those together! Honestly this chunk of the story didn't have any egregious translation errors in the fanscans so there wasn't too much to comment on that front lol. Enjoy my ramblings about how much I like these early chapters, they're so charming!

[potatothots]

This Coffee is Gonna be Good

02.26.2023

Genre: Comedy

Rating: Teen, for some minor language and a tiny bit of angst themed

Pairings: bucky x reader, nat x reader (platonic)

Warnings: it's waaay to cute for it to have come from my brain. No cheating, no nothing like that. Just fluff and a stupid lie. Also, the game "Among Us." If you don't know that game then what are you even doing? It's so much fun. Go play and piss people off. ;)

Summary: Bucky is a liar. You're tired of keeping up with it. 

Bucky knows technology*. You know this, he knows this. Why does no one else know? 

The question burns in your head as you stomp down the hallway to your room. It makes you mad how he's fooled everyone. It's even worse when you're forced to run an errand during work hours to give him a message. It doesn't matter if you work in the same building you live in - he should have the common decency to at least admit to having fundamental knowledge so people stop using you as his messenger. 

You're his girlfriend, not a carrier pigeon! 

You slam open your door. You're greeted by the sight of Bucky laughing his tight little ass off. His personal laptop in his lap, the best/worst game ever made called "Among Us" open on the screen. He has the audacity to look sheepish when he glances over at you. 

"Hey, doll. Off work early?"

You look from him to the coffee table and see his dumb, prehistoric flip phone laying there. 

"Explain to me how no one realizes you can use technology perfectly fine?" You snap at him as you close the door harder than needed. 

He raises an eyebrow in question before looking down at the offending items. 

"I just, you know - "

You cut him off before he could continue with his stupid reasoning. "Don't start with the shit, James Buchanan Barnes. I know what you do. I both saw and heard you agree with Steve when he said modern technology is so confusing."

He shoots in a quick "But it is!" 

"You play Among Us! On your own laptop! You begged me to get for you under my own name but with all your stupid customizations. You can't bullshit a bullshitter, James Buchanan Barnes." 

He opens his mouth again, but you point a finger at him. "No. There is no excuse. You have a laptop, a pc, a fucking smartphone, a smart car, and yet you have the audacity, the nerve, to complain texting is too hard for you?"

"My thumbs are too big and my arm -"

"No excuses! You have a stylus! The screen can pick up your fingers thanks to help from Suri! Who, by the way, you've also fooled. Ayo seems to be the only person, besides me, who knows your tech obsession. 

"Like, how did you fool Tony? The stuff is mostly his tech! And Natasha? She sent me on this little errand because she's tired of garbled texts and you never messaging or calling her back."

His mouth opens and closes, then he shrugs. Bucky lets out a sigh through his nose. "I just hate the idea of people knowing everything. I hate social media. I only go on it to see you guys." 

He pauses so he can close his laptop and set it on the coffee table. 

"I love you so much. The thought of Hydra, or something else, fucking us over again gives me panic attacks. You know this, babe. You know why I ask for everything to be made a certain way. 

"I mean, I can barely eat comfortably at new places or change my room around. I need security, even if that means using the flip phone you don't even know how to text from."

You glared at him as he smirked at that truth. Those phones sucked. The last time you used one was…decades ago. Your job was current technology, not archaic bricks. 

"Fine. But, you need to get a hold of Nat."

He nodded. "I will." 

You looked him up and down, then turned to leave. 

"Don't I get a hug?"

"No. I'm working. You owe me a coffee for this." 

You open the door. Natasha is leaning against the wall. She gives you her signature sly smile. You wink. 

"I'll buy you two coffees for a hug. Three for a kiss? Look, I got the app up, let me know what you want…" Bucky's voice trails away when he walks out of his room after you. "Oh, shit."

"Barnes." Natasha crosses her arms, glaring at him. 

"I expect a coffee on my desk in an hour. You know what I like." You smirk at your boyfriend as you speak. "It's in the app you love to use."

He looks over a highly angry Nat's shoulder at you. It reminds you of a lost puppy. You wave to him before you turn and leave, your steps a little lighter now as you hear your friend chew out the former Winter Soldier. 

You can't wait for that coffee.

*I am under the belief that he knows how to use technology of nearly all types. Fight me. *

WHAT DOES GOOGLE SAY, BUCKET BARNIES BOI?? HUH?

[phobia-sweets]

BTAS Dork Squad

He gets threatened but Y/N (who is kinda his rival/enemy) surprisingly steps up to protect him.

Y/N:"You will leave him alone."

Guy : "Says who?"

Y/N : "Says me."

After that she just gives some lame excuse like "There's a level to how much of a dick person can be" or "I'm the only one allowed to threaten you."

this was fun to write :D

I'm slowly getting back in my...groove? i suppose? For riddler, reader is a vigilante. For the other two, a criminal.

BTAS! Riddler, scarecrow and Mad hatter x reader

Warnings & Notes: None! :D not proofread again

RIDDLER

 Honesty, if you were told that hey. Riddler’s gonna try to reform, work for wacko toys and you were going to attend their party, you’d laugh in their face.

 Sure, you wanted him to stop his criminal ways but… This just did not seem… right? Almost like he was planning something. The Batman seemed to agree – he was almost certain this wasn’t the end of his crimes.

 Watching people laugh and chat away at the party, you sat on your seat sipping at your drink. You could hear Edward talking somewhere behind you, probably with Charles Baxter. The party so far had been quite uneventful. It was nice to be in the middle of civilians, it was much more calming than your nights as a vigilante on the corrupt streets of Gotham. You did feel out of place, though. 

 Turning around, you saw Edward, but not Baxter. Instead, chatting with Edward was someone else. You didn’t recognise them, and it looked like Edward didn’t, either. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but judging from Edward’s nervous smile and apprehensive body language, he did not like the situation.

 “Leave him alone.” You commanded, eyeing both of them. Tapping your fingers against the table, you were growing impatient with the man. 

 “Says who?” The man mocks, turning to look at you, walking closer.

 “Says me.” You stated nonchalantly, looking up at the person who had walked up to your table. Their smile faded when they met your eyes, recognising your face. From where, you didn’t exactly care. They muttered a quick ‘whatever’, walking to the exit quickly. You watched them leave, not noticing Edward sitting next to you, adjusting his jacket. 

 “Well, Good evening [Hero Name].” He smiled smugly. “May I ask what brings you here tonight? Didn’t take you for a toy collector.”

 “Am not. Just… enjoying the atmosphere, I suppose.” You sighed, leaning back in your chair.

 “I should thank you for earlier. I wasn’t exactly sure how to get them to leave. They were rather persistent about staying-” He explained, “But still, I wasn’t expecting you here. Especially not defending me. I apologise if I’m mistaken, but you do not like me, correct?”

 “As much as I doubt you’re actually trying to ‘reform’, there’s still a limit as to how much of a dick someone should be. Take it as a… I don’t know, an apology for all the times I’ve punched you.”

SCARECROW

 Having rivals or enemies in Gotham wasn’t that unusual. The city’s high rate of crime and, well, criminals made it easy to gain them. You’d considered yourself rather lucky for not having one despite having a fair share of your own crimes, mostly robberies, with an occasional extortion – Sure, people didn’t exactly like you, but those were mainly the people on the other end of your schemes. It was like that for a quite long time, until you’d managed to piss off Jonathan Crane – also known as the scarecrow, by destroying a batch of his toxin ACCIDENTALLY when you were being chased by the police. You had crashed your vehicle into the wall of an abandoned building, which then exploded in a cloud of red smoke, giving you a great chance of losing the police on your tail, but not without a more than healthy dose of toxin.

 Losing a massive batch of toxin had made him angry. It was honestly pretty obvious, considering when you met him after that and he promptly attempted to gas you. From that point onward, whenever the two of you crossed paths, it ended up in a fight of some kind. 

 So, the last time you two met, he had successfully gassed you. A revenge was in order, so here you were, behind an abandoned warehouse, where Jonathan was working on a new batch. How did you know this? Well, people talked when they had a knife to their gut.

 Sneaking through the broken window into the dark warehouse, you eyed your surroundings. Dust covered a majority of the surfaces, aside from some tables and bottles of various chemicals. The sound of yelling and clanging caught your attention, making you peek from behind the boxes in front of you. Jonathan was there with someone else. Jonathan was lacking his scarecrow get-up – wearing a labcoat instead, probably had been working on toxin before the man had interrupted him. 

 Jonathan wasn’t weak. But the man in front of him was… threatening, to say the least. Watching them interact made it clear that Jonathan wasn’t exactly prepared to fight him. Once the man walked closer to him, you took a deep breath, taking your knife from its holster.

 “You leave him alone – Now!” you stood up from behind the boxes, keeping your other hand hidden with the blade, just in case the man tried something. 

 “Says who?” He mockingly asked, walking towards you, surprised by your appearance. You kept your eyes on him, but saw Jonathan grab something at the corner of your eye. 

 “Says me!” You declared, pulling the knife from behind your back to stop him from coming closer. He didn’t stop though. Not until a cloud of red gas came from behind him, surprising him and causing him to inhale it immediately. You covered your mouth with your sleeve, stepping back. The man started screaming, as they usually do when under the influence of Jonathan’s toxin. He ran, and you turned to look at Jonathan as he watched the man scream in terror with a smile on his face. 

 “A thank you would be nice, y’know. If I hadn’t shown up, he’d have bashed your head straight through that desk. Probably. I don’t know.”

 He turned to look at you, his other eyebrow slightly raised, as if evaluating you. “Well, then, tell me, why help me?”

 “I mean, as much as I want to punch you, I don’t want to see you all bloody on the brink of death.”

MAD HATTER

 Ah, yes. The mad hatter. You weren’t exactly sure how to feel about him. As a fellow criminal, yeah, sure, you had a sort of respect for him, but god, did he sometimes get in your way. 

 Like that one time you were planning on robbing a jewellry store. You hadn’t told anyone about it! Yet somehow when you got there, Jervis was there with his mind-controlled… henchmen? When he noticed you, he proceeded to call you Cheshire, and rambled on something about a teaparty. You just left without saying anything. You made it your mission to avoid him from that point on. Sure, tea sounded nice, but you had a job to do! Steal, run, sell. 

 It wasn’t much of a surprise you spotted Jervis from far away. The hat was usually a giveaway. Not many people wore tophats in Gotham. It was the man next to him that surprised you. Usually Jervis’s henchmen wore a mask, an outfit or a hat related to, well, alice in wonderland. Had to keep the theme. Walking closer, it became obvious the man was not one of Jervis’s henchmen. Jervis looked quite distressed, the man towering over him. 

You sprinted towards the two of them, yelling, “Oi! You stop right now!” You stopped a few meters behind them both, just in case.

 “Says who?” The man turned to look at you, not reacting in any other way.

 “Says me.” You challenged, taking out your pocket knife. The man immediately backpedaled, hands raised to show he didn’t have a weapon.

 “Wow, wow, relax, relax. I’ll go, ok?” He reasoned, walking away from the two of you. You put your knife back when he turned the corner and you couldn’t see him anymore. 

 “Thank you, thank you, let me thank you with a brew!” He exclaimed, holding onto your arm. You thought about it for a minute. It wouldn’t hurt, right? But then again… You had a job and a tight deadline. You turned to look at him again when you heard him question you with a quick ‘cheshire’, and you took his hands off from your arm. 

 “I’m sorry, Jervis. I can’t. But remember; I’m the only one allowed to threaten you, ok?” 

[thecameronchronicles]

Bubbles

TW: Public sex. Smut. Language. Degrading Language.  DOM! JJ.

JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader!

SUMMARY: An afternoon in the hot tub turns sultry and dominating…

WORD COUNT: 1600

*ORIGINAL CONTENT*

Bubbles

“Stop looking at me like that.” He mouthed from across the hot tub as you bit your bottom lip, having waited all afternoon to cast this ‘come hither’ stare, well aware how it affected him. But as you cast a look of inquiry over your shoulder to the other pogues retiring inside out of boredom and fatigue, you saw his resistance as the only obstacle. Accepting this as a silent challenge of sorts, you moved to the seat just diagonal from him as you could set her leg on his thigh, toes climbing up beneath his shorts. 

“If you start, I’m expecting you to finish, sweetheart.” 

“Don’t I always?” You grinned as he extended his arms in full span around the edge of the tub as your perfectly manicured toes remained concealed beneath the surface of the tub. 

“You sure you guys don’t want anything?” Kiara called as she held her frame halfway out of the front door, JJ jolting forward with a set of crimson cheeks as you would answer for you both. 

“A beer would be great!” He scoffed in your direction. 

“What are you doing? She’s going to come back and see what you’ve done to me…” But as he questioned you, you leaned into him, your fingers at the seam of his shorts as you felt him already eager for your offering. 

“Making an excuse to do that…” You confessed as your motions sent you to the far side of the tub, having to climb over him to achieve this positioning, as he stared at your lips parted with that fading grin. 

“If you think I care that they see us-”

“You won’t do anything…because you won’t want them to know the way you whimper for me…” You straddled him suddenly, his eyes flashing at the door, “See…JJ Maybank isn’t so tough after all.” But in your attempt to climb off of him, he took hold of your hips. Without a moment of warning, your bottoms were pulled loose. 

“We both know I could make you come before she gets that beer even out of the fridge…”

“But what fun would it be to come that fast?” You took dominance once again, grinding at his waist, as Kiara took only a moment to return to you. 

“I figured you’d both want one…” She explained as you purposely tortured JJ by holding a conversation with Kiara, all the while feeling his glare behind you. You would validate this when forcing him to join the conversation in asking his opinion, all while his eyes narrowed to you. Luckily for the desperate blonde boy at your back, John B would call her back inside for some reason you didn’t care to listen for, as JJ brought you back towards him. 

“Come to think of it…It IS pretty public-”

“You should have thought of that before initiating this…now you’re gonna make me come-”

“Oh am I?” You teased as he forced you back over his lap, a wrap of fingers at the back of your neck as he nodded. 

“You bet that perfect little ass…You fight me and I’ll bend you right over and make the jet do the work for me while I enjoy the show. Got it, sweetheart?” You nodded, lifted just high enough for him to remove his trunks. That familiar cock you knew the taste and feel of springing to attention between your legs as your hand came to a rest at his chest. 

“You don’t get to change your mind, princess…”

“I’m just considering where I want you to come-”

“Inside of you-I’ve fucking earned it after you’ve been teasing me all goddamn day in this suit…” He groaned as he snapped the strap of the halter top that remained. 

“But what if I wanted it-”

“You don’t get a choice-” He sunk you onto his cock, the abrupt rigidity between your aching sex making you gasp, “I’m coming inside of you. Don’t worry…I won’t make you wait like you’ve made me.” He brought you into a rise while your fingers wrapped originally into his shoulders before sharpening into the back of the tub. Waves were caused immediately by your motions as he reached an eager hand over your breast. 

“Take it off.” He grunted as you hesitated for a moment before feeling him pull you tight enough into him that his cock hit the very edge of your cervix, a pain surging throughout your body as he basked in how deep he was resting within you. 

“I’ll rip it to fucking shreds, sweetheart, don’t test me.” You obliged due to his threat, your eyes pulling into a roll as he continued his motions, somehow more intense as he rolled your nipples between hsi pinch. His second hand appreciated the second breast as you clenched your jaw into silence, fearful of being uncovered by any of his friends. 

“Oh you’re struggling there, aren’t you?” He patronized, “Would be so mean if I…” He carried one of those hands to your clit. “Oh yeah, that’s not very nice of me-”

“JJ…” You groaned. 

“Makes you want to come real bad, don’t it? Makes you wanna ride me even harder?”

“Ahh…”

“Deeper?”

“JJ, please…”

“What do you want, baby?”

“Make me come…Please…”

“You going to tease me today if I give you what you want?” Before you could answer, he withdrew from you and turned you to the far side of the tub, leading your hand to edge as he pinned you in place. 

“We both know you will…you can’t help but be a little brat…” He moved closer to you, enough to feel his bare chest at rest of your naked back, heartbeat a menace in sporadic pounds against your own, “JUST like you can’t help but be a little whore for this cock…isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

You nodded. 

“No, I wanna hear it. You wanna tease me. You wanna play with me…You’re gonna tell me exactly what you want.”

“Fuck me, JJ-”

“That’s all you want? You can get fucked by anyone on The Cut of Figure Eight…but only I can make you come without having to fake it…without having to think of me-You get me…all you have to do is say it…JUST. SAY. IT.”

“Make me come, JJ.” He smirked. 

“I don’t know…”

“J!” You turned as he would silence you with a kiss. 

“Lucky for you, I can’t wait another second-” He thrust himself back inside of that familiar tight space allowed by the parting of your legs, your body welcoming him as it always had, you both released that sigh of relief in that connection found once again. 

“Fuck…” He groaned into you. “If you didn’t feel so good I wound’t put up with your fucking attitude, that damn teasing-”

“I feel too good?” He nodded. “Does it make you wanna come already?”

“Just this suit makes me want to…But how you feel-Fuck…” He grunted, tightening his grip made over your fingers,“But because you wanted to be a little brat, you’re going to make yourself…” He slowed his motions. 

“If you don’t make me come first, you don’t get to at all.” He prompted you to continue, fearing from past threats he was not leaving an empty promise on the wind, as you would move back against him. “Better hurry before someone sees how much of a little slut you are for me…Doing all the work…making me come-if you can.” He patronized, pulling at your hair. 

“Oh shit…yes…YES…” He grunted. 

“You want it, sweetheart?”

“Yes, JJ…please…I NEED it…”

“My cock or to come?”

“BOTH!” You gasped your response as his hand came back to your clit. 

“Since I’m not as mean, maybe I should help you just a little…”

“Please…JJ…”

“But we both know you’ll still act like this even if you come…maybe I should make you wait…”

“No…”

“You’re right, that will just make you more desperate, won’t it…might even start fingering yourself or something…what would they think?”

“I could just make Topper or Rafe finish me-” He took a harsh grip of your hair as he pulled you back into him, a second hand leading your jaw apart. 

“You let anyone else fuck you and I’ll never let you come again-”

“You need this…” You shot back. 

“I’LL fuck you. I’LL come. But you won’t. I’ll use you exactly how I want, like I have, and you’ll just take it. I’ll tie you to my bed, make sure they hear you all the way to the fucking Island Inn…maybe record it to send it to all your little friends….” He quickened into you, your words spoken for this specific set of thrusts to pound you between him and the cold edge of the tub. 

“JJ-”

“Better enjoy this…you ever say those fucking words again, this will be the last time I make you come. No matter how pretty you beg or how good you feel…Got it?” You nodded. 

“I’m-”

“Don’t apologize. We both know you don’t mean it-” He groaned into your ear. “But you know I do. You let anyone else touch you. Kook. Pogue. Yourself…Let’s add that one for good measure…I’m the only thing that gets to make you come or you don’t get to at all.”

“Yes-”

“Good girl. Now come because it will be a LONG time until you can again-J”

“JJ-”

“Now or not for a while-” Your body unleashed that familiar wave, accentuated by his fingers rubbing your clit as if he would never touch you again. It was a release you felt to be bittersweet as you knew his threats were seldom empty. You’d only hoped you could convince him to reconsider. But you also weren’t foolish to believe this was likely…

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[lavenoon]

1st of all, need to say, adored Dove on the Roof and I'm sending you the longest review once I can after work, this is a threat 🔪 2nd of all–if you've thought of it and you wanna share the tidbit–I loved how after sharing Horizons name and Y/N admitted they only used his gadgets, Moon said he was gonna tell Eclipse abt it, Re:

“I’m going to tell him you said that. It’ll be terrible, because he’ll get even smugger, but it’s too good not to.”

and like. Luce. If you wanna share. I'd love to know how Eclipse reacted to that. Bc yes he'll be so smug abt it i just know it, but i also think he'd be really touched that like, his brothers' partner feels that strongly abt the stuff he makes? Struggling to stay coherent bc English is not my first language, but I just gosh. i loved it. going bonkers. hitting u w that long review later. get ready. -Soldrope ☀️💧

New morning new braincells, let's go!

I have devoured your comment(s) and I have been so so normal about the amount of thought and analysis and how many things you've caught that I tried to write in! I'm so so happy that it all came across and I literally cried reading your comments already gfdhjs now I only hope I soon get the spoons to go through my ao3 inbox and reply to the comments I've amassed

As for Moon telling Eclipse? It didn't happen in that window between Moon date fade-out and Sun date, because Moon was too busy cuddling and being a lovebird (he finally gets to be a bird too! <3), though it'll happen after the Foxy conversation after Sun's date.

That conversation will be addressed in a proper drabble/ chapter (they've been getting longer, so by now drabble feels no longer appropriate gfhdjs), so since I haven't written that yet this might not quite fit with how things turn out, but it'll be a fun thought until then!

Because after all that, and not charging the night before due to cuddle priorities (and they haven't quite yet reached the stage of a permanently installed charging cable at Y/N's side of the duplex) (it's definitely a thought though, because lugging around their cable for sleepovers has a bit of a hassle), Moon will excuse himself for a quick charge before work, and handle a little special phone call <3

(Eclipse will be smug enough. Moon doesn't need to make the gloating even easier by providing something to screenshot)

Eclipse, on the other hand, is positively surprised and doing his best not to be weirded out by a spontaneous phone call from his brother. That just didn't happen before! He's still getting used to the closer contact, too, and his first thought won't be a good one. Maybe another emergency? At least this time he'll hear about it sooner?

Well, only for Moon to pull the rug from under him completely.

"What do you mean, you haven't talked about me before?"

"I mean, we were trying to flirt, which already kept misfiring. Adding complicated family history that paints a rather ugly picture of us when they never asked wasn't really... Something that came up."

A sigh, and Eclipse does his best to cover up the lingering hurt. He knows their relationship was rocky at best, and he wasn't exactly eager to talk about them to other people either.

(It helps a little, knowing that part of it was guilt - he wasn't forgotten, instead his brothers felt too bad to casually bring him up. But he also doesn't like being a guilty secret either. In the end, he pushes it away to unpack later, and focus on the conversation at hand)

"How did it 'come up' then?"

Silence from the other end, as Moon quickly decides that no, he's not going to explain that he made his own first date emotionally charged in the heavy way to finally talk about his brother, much less the exact conversation that sparked it.

Eclipse never asked for their favorite colors, either.

"No, no, look, that's not the important bit. They went off on me for not telling them."

"Makes sense."

"Because they're a fan of your work."

"Makes s- huh?"

"They like your designs. They exclusively buy their own gadgets, except for when one of yours gets distributed. They said, and I quote, 'That Horizon?'"

Again, silence, as Eclipse processes that. That's so far from what he expected, or even figured would ever be in store for him. He knows his work is good, the agency doesn't really entertain slackers and subpar work, not for leading researchers - but that doesn't mean he feels appreciated. The people he works with are more neutral to annoyed by his antics, and the actual results he produces seemingly fade into the background.

So hearing there's someone out there who, dare he say it, is a fan?

He already thought Y/N/ Robin is nice enough from just the stories Sun and Moon shared before, but this? Now, within seconds, he's decided he has to meet them and become friends.

Hopefully they'll still like him once they've met him.

By now, he's been silent for a while.

"... Eclipse?"

The anxiety gets pushed away yet again, and instead Eclipse starts laughing. Softly, first, but then it turns into a full blown cackle.

Moon just sighs.

"Here we go."

"Since when? How long have they liked my stuff?"

"I didn't ask, that wasn't exactly the focus of the conversation."

"You can ask right now though! Ask them!"

"They're at work!"

"Send them a text then! You'll say you forgot if you don't do it now!"

"I wouldn't forget!"

"Yeah, but you'd say that!"

They squabble a bit, and it feels nice - just your normal, comfortable sibling banter, something they didn't get to share for the longest time. Both draw it out, just a bit, to enjoy it more.

Moon does send the text, but only after making a production out of "not wanting to". Eclipse laughs some more, that smug snicker of a younger sibling winning out over the older one.

And then he thinks of something else, too.

"Oh, oh, have you told them about that drone I've been trying to get approved?"

"No, I haven't, tell them yourself. Did that still not go through? You mentioned that weeks ago, they're really dragging their feet."

"They say it's a fire hazard, and I keep trying to explain that that's the reason why I need them to approve the more expensive fireproof material. Somehow they don't seem to understand that."

The conversation drifts towards other topics, then, but Eclipse is very much soaring from the start of it. That little "tell them yourself" is enough to reassure him on so many levels - this isn't an exception, this is going to be normal, his brothers want him to meet their partner, want to introduce them and give him a chance to talk to them himself.

The anxiety is still there, and a bit of it we see in Duck Duck Goose - he needs them to like him, needs things to go well, and to leave a good impression. He's more than just his work, and unfortunately he's afraid that they won't like the person behind the codename, and that confidence boost of them liking his work doesn't quite shine through.

They'll get there! It'll just take a bit of work, and time, but they're all very willing to put that effort in <3

[starchild--27]

Starry Night

promt: stargazing, sleepy kisses, first loves with junmyeon

word count: about 2k

a/n: please excuse this lame-o title xD thank you, dear Starry @cxsmicmyeon, for the promts~ i had the best time writing this little thinggy for you ^^ as always, i am my own beta reader and english isn't my first language, so bare with me and the mistakes you may or may not find xD

~

“You’ve got your sleeping bag and extra blankets?”

“Yes.”

“The sleeping mat?”

“Yup.”

“Have you packed enough food and water?”

“Yes, Mom, I double checked everything. I’m good to go, really, no need to be worried.”

It was very sweet of your Mom to look out for you like that, so you suppressed rolling your eyes at her nagging. Besides, she kind of had a point (- of course she had, moms always do), knowing your tendency to forgetfulness all too well. But it wasn’t like you would be all alone on this little camping trip. Nope, Junmyeon would be there. Charming, dutiful and organized Junmyeon, who would certainly have thought of everything the two of you might need on your four-day-vacation. The mere thought of him painted a little smile on your face.

And apparently, it could also summon the man, you thought to yourself at hearing the sounds of an approaching car. When it came to halt in front of your house, you pulled your mother in one final goodbye-embrace. She swayed a little from left to right as she held you tightly and gave you a soft peck on your cheek, which made it really hard for you to be annoyed when you heard her whisper next to your ear.

“Do you have a tent?”

“Junmyeon brings the tent, Mom. It’s gonna be fine, please, let me go? He’s waiting outside already.”

“Okay, darling,” your Mom said, giving you a final squeeze before she gave you space to grab your coat and oversized backpack.

“Does he want to come in for a moment? You two could stay for a cup of coffee or tea?”    

You snickered at how chipper your Mom suddenly sounded at the mention of Junmyeon. She really adored him and how he was always polite and always on time and always respectful and reliable. He was the best boyfriend a mother could want for her child. And also the perfect son-in-law - you were quite aware of that yourself and suspected your Mom had already dreamt of a perfect wedding.

But that wedding would definitely stay a dream for some more time. Junmyeon and you were only together for a few months now - far, far away from any wedding plans - and he was your first serious boyfriend. Your first, great, world-shaking love and all you wanted was to take your time to experience all of its beauty fully and as naturally as it came. You felt no pressure to rush any steps, only the security that Junmyeon thought the same way about your relationship and the fact that he considered your bond equally precious as you did, multiplied the butterflies in your stomach by a thousand.

“I don’t think we have time, we need to be at the camping site no later than 5,” you explained, giving your Mom a last quick peck on the cheek before opening the front door. Junmyeon had gotten out of his car already and was rummaging through the trunk to make a little more space for your things.

“Have fun, sweetheart,” your Mom smiled and gave a wave to Junmyeon who had emerged as soon as he heard your mother’s voice.

“I will,” you smiled back at her, “Bye, Mom, see you in a few days.”

“Bye-bye”, she squeezed your hand, then you went to finally greet your boyfriend with a soft kiss. 

“Hey,” he said and instantly took your hand in his with the warmest smile.

“Hi,” you responded a little shyly, feeling all kinds of bubbly at his lovely action and the sound of his sweet, gentle voice.

“Your mom seems quite happy you are leaving for a few days, huh?” he teased as he took the huge backpack from you. 

You snorted. “Mh right, if you want I can drive alone and you’ll stay here with her. I’m sure she’d be delighted to have you around,” you joined in on his joke and watched him loading your backpack in the trunk with swift movements.

“Yeah, she would, I’m charming like that. But I’d be much more delighted to have you around, so no last minute changes to the plan.”

His words made you blush a little. How dare he make your heart all soft and mushy like that, your inner voice squealed while you made your way to the passenger seat. 

“Have fun you two!” your Mom shouted one last time before she went back into the house, to which Junmyeon replied with one of his nicest smiles and a happy “Thank you, we will!”

Your heart fluttered even more seeing him being just as excited about this trip of yours as you were and by the time Junmyeon had taken his place in the driver’s seat, starting the engine, you were grinning like the happiest person on the planet. And who knows, maybe in that moment, you were.

The drive itself was calm, filled with nice music and easy-flowing talks, and even setting up the tent once you had arrived, worked out perfectly - well, at least after one of the camping site’s staff offered a helping hand. But it was fun, and filling the interior with mats and blankets and all kinds of different pillows felt a lot like building a cozy blanket fort. 

You were surprised by how soon the sun was setting though, getting the tent to take shape must have taken longer than you had thought. There were a couple of trees that casted long shadows over the otherwise quite empty site. It had been a smart idea to plan the trip a few weeks before the actual summer break, so that there were no families crowding the place. And the two of you had picked a spot a bit more secluded from the few other campers anyway.

You actually had pretty much forgotten that there must be others around somewhere and didn’t bother thinking more about them as Junmyeon hurried towards you to show you the pictures he took of the stunning sunset. He handed you his phone so you could thumb through his camera roll to pick your favorites as he put his arms around you to hug you from the side, finally pressing a kiss against your temple.

“You hungry?” he mumbled, his lips still grazing your skin. You nodded as an answer, still immersed in the high quality pictures Junmyeon’s phone could make and the fact your high quality boyfriend was hugging you with seemingly no intention to let you go again. No that you wanted that. If you had it your way, Junmyeon would never stop hugging you ever. 

“Good, because I’m starving,” he chuckled, “What do you think about a dinner-picnic?” You loved the idea. But you hated the fact that it made Junmyeon let go of you after all. A little sulky about the prompt end of your hug, you quickly sent the pictures you’ve selected from Junmyeon’s phone to your own before joining him in setting up the picnic while the light was fading more and more. 

When the two of you finally sat down on the picnic blanket, munching happily on the dishes both of you had prepared, you caught a glint in Junmyeon’s eyes that told you he had planned for exactly this. A picnic under the starlit sky - the sole idea had “Junmyeon” written all over it, really, and you wondered how you didn’t realize before.

“Hey, what are you laughing about?” Junmyeon must have noticed the little giggles you let out as you began to see through his little plan.

“Nothing, just… I was just thinking about how a picnic under the stars just has to be the most you-thing ever.”

You suspected that comment made him blush, you couldn’t really see in the growing dark, but the way he didn’t answer you for a little moment spoke for itself. 

“Is it… umm… do you like the idea?”

You couldn’t tell if he was stammering out of embarrassment or because he was actually insecure if you’d be into something romantic like that. Whatever it was, it had to be fixed with a kiss, you decided and quickly huddled up against him.

“I love it, Junmyeon,” you said quietly, “I love you.” And gently, you cupped his face, pulling him closer for your lips to meet. You could feel how he was smiling against your kiss, how he shortly pulled back to tell you he loved you too, how he caught your lips again. The romance of it all made you feel like floating, swimming in emotion, wrapped in nothing but comfort and love. 

Soon enough the dark of the night had engulfed you fully, the dishes put aside so you could lie down and get comfortable. Your head was resting on Junmeon’s shoulder while his arm was wrapped around you, his fingertips grazing along your arm in slow movements. 

“Can you recognize any constellations?” Junmyeon almost whispered into the quiet night and you nodded in reply. 

“The basic one’s. Here’s Cassiopeia… and there’s the Big Dipper… and that’s Orion.”

You lifted your arm and pointed towards the sky, moving your finger along with your explanations.

“Right next to Orion is Taurus, look!” Junmyeon added and pointed upwards as well. “And I’m pretty sure that’s Leo right there, but no guarantees,” he laughed. 

“I wouldn’t know, I’m always getting lost in all the stars up there, I’m already happy I can spot three constellations in this mess,” you chuckled along, taking the night sky in once again.

In comfortable silence, you looked at the twinkling lights a little longer. It was mesmerizing and beautiful and overwhelming. You couldn’t remember when you saw the sky like this for the last time, without light pollution or clouds blocking the view, and you wanted to remember this for a very, very long time. How the sky seemed to be expanding only, how bright the starlight shone upon your face, how good it felt to feel Junmyeon just breathing next to you, sharing the warmth of your bodies in the cool night air. 

It was unfair how quickly you felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, how often you caught yourself already halfway headed into a dream. Junmyeon sighed and like a stubborn child you clung to his side. You didn’t want him to get up, you didn’t want this to be over already. But then he mumbled your name, his voice a bit hoarse from not using it for a while, and one by one you started to pay attention to your aching limbs, to how cold it had become and with a little whine you loosened your grip on him, allowing him to sit up as you did the same. 

“Maybe we should get in the tent,” he spoke the words that were hanging between the two of you. You agreed with a simple humm, clearly hating the necessary change of location.

“Don’t pout, we can do this again tomorrow, you know?” Junmyeon said softly, stroking your cheek before giving a little peck to your pouty bottom lip. 

“I guess we can,” you sighed, a little more dramatic than you actually felt, making Junmyeon laugh brightly. Man, he really outshone all these stars up there when he was happy like that, you thought to yourself. 

This thought gave you a last burst of energy, which you and Junmyeon used to quickly clean up your picnic space and get changed into warm pajamas before you let yourself sink into the pillow paradise you had built earlier that day. Or yesterday. You had lost track of time completely and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling, knowing that it didn’t matter at all. Not for the next couple of days. Not with Junmyeon laying down next to you, looking so very kissable as he was about to turn off the last flashlight. 

“Good night kiss?” you asked, the tiredness from before coming back at you all at once.

Without hesitation, Junmyeon leaned down to you and moved his lips lazily against yours for the last time before your mind drifted off into much needed slumber.

“Sleep well, baby” were the last words you heard before you sank into pleasant dreams.

[sunnyie-eve]

Round Two(pt.7)

Series: Fondness | Scream

Paring: (Chad Meeks-Martin x OFC Hicks! Ethan Landry x OFC Hicks!)

Word Count: 1688

Warnings: language, attacks, mention of death

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Tonight was the OKB party and Lexi was only there dressed up because Tara begged her to go have fun. "Rrr aren't you a hottie." The random frat guy hands her a drink as soon as she walked through the door.

"No, thanks." She handed him the drink back not interested before walking away while Tara walked off going her own way. "Howdy partner." She smiles seeing Chad.

"A sexy pirate really?" He smile putting his hand out for her to take so he could help her get to him.

"Yes, look at you." She smiles at Ethan, "Cute."

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks." Chad leaves the two alone.

"I love the idea you were going for. Took time making that." Lexi taps on his chest.

"But I'm cute?"

"Adorable." She leans up giving him a kiss They still were sorta a thing but still not official. "Has Chad tried introducing you to more girls?"

"Surprisingly not yet but give it some time." Ethan rolls his eyes.

"I guess he's blind when it comes to us. I mean we don't really show off around the group but we're a lot closer than before." Lexi explains holding his hand.

"I think he just doesn't want to believe it since he's so protective of you."

"I don't think he needs to protect me from you." She leans up to kiss him again but Chad ruins it by shouting about holding the drinks.

They take theirs from him and just hang out for a while, "Cheers man, to the dynamic duo of Hortense Tower third floor, room 315." Lexi watches the boys take their shots but Ethan spits it back out making her giggle. "Time to start making moves. Yeah, hey you out there. Introduce you to some girls! What about her?"

"Told you." Ethan looks at Lexi, "Umm she's cute but-,"

"Great. Ask her out." Chad tells him.

"No, I can't. Plus I'm-,"

"Ask her out! Ask her out! Got to have confidence. Plus, look at you, man! You're a snack! Practically an entire meal all on your own." Chad hypes him up.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're Ethan Landry. Hey! Excuse me." Chad calls out to the girl making Ethan look at Lexi.

"Chad." They both say his name.

"Howdy. How are you doing? My friend here, he's a snack, right?" Chad asks her so she shrugs then laughs with her friends.

"Well, I know you're a snack." Lexi smiles up at him while holding his hand so Chad eyes them.

"Hey, big guy, you're needed." Anika taps his shoulder so Lexi grabs his stuff and they all follow to stop Tara from going upstairs with an older guy since she wasn't sober.

They start to shove each other till Sam shows up tasing him in the balls pissing Tara off as they all leave the party.

"You're clothes partner." Lexi hands Chad his top and jacket.

"Thank you." He kisses her cheek making Ethan tilt his head as Anika takes his hat to put on while she put hers on his head.

"I wanna wear her hat." Lexi takes it off his head putting her hat on his head before taking his hand into hers as they walk.

"When did you two become a thing?" Chad walks backwards to look at them.

"We're together but we aren't at the same time." Ethan says.

"We aren't official. Kinda like Quinn and her guys but I don't have a variety. Just my one." Lexi smiles at Ethan.

"Why aren't you two just together then?"

"Lexi isn't ready and I respect that. As you said she prefers knowing the guy for a long time. She calls it the outer ring of the friend zone." Ethan explains.

Chad just forces a smile but knew he technically could still make a move if he used his balls since they aren't official.

"If I wanna hook up with an asshole that's my decision!" Tara shouts at Sam so everyone stops walking while they argue.

"Hey, guys." Chad tries to get them to stop but they don't.

"Just let them get it out." Lexi tells him taking his hat off him and putting it on her while she puts Anika's on him.

"Hey! Murderer!" A chick throws her drink at Sam so Chad holds Sam back.

"Let it go, Sam." Lexi flips off the group of girls.

"Hey, I have tissues if you want tissues." Ethan tells Sam as the others head off, "I have, like, three tissues." He holds them out to her so she takes them.

Sam just stares at him since he was still just standing there, "Come on, E." Lexi, still holding his hand, drags him off.

At the apartment Lexi goes to Tara's room to take her fishnets off and corset so she was just in her dress to be comfortable. "You know stopping you from going upstairs was necessary right?" Lexi tells Tara.

"I know. I just wasn't thinking straight at that moment." Tara sighs as Quinn comes in so Lexi leaves the room going to join the others.

"What you doing?" Lexi walks up to Chad.

"To help Tara." He shows her the pill bottle and glass of water.

"You're the best friend ever to us you know that?"

"Yeah." Chad sighs looking down at her.

"Why the sigh, big boy?" Lexi chuckles walking closer to him.

"I'm the best friend..." Chad steps closer to her so she looks up at him. "Lex,"

"Huh?" Her heart was racing with how close they were. And it was even more as he started to lean towards her so she backed away as Mindy walks into the kitchen.

"Am I interrupting something?" She eyes the two.

"No." Lexi walks past her going to join the others.

"You try making a move now when she and Ethan are kinda a thing but not a thing? Dude, you can't do that now." Mindy slaps her brother.

"Technically I can because they aren't official."

"As much as I would prefer you over Ethan... She likes him because you waited too long." Mindy says leaving the room to see Lexi and Ethan sharing the chair so she was halfway on his lap.

Chad walks out seeing them as well as he makes his way to Tara's room, "For you." He puts them on her dresser.

"Why the long face?" Tara looks at him.

"I wanted to kiss Lexi but Mindy walked in making her go sit with Ethan." Chad plops down on her bed.

"I told you to do something months ago, dude. Why did you wait so long?" Tara slaps him.

"I was scared!"

"Okay, but trying to make a move when she has a thing for Ethan? That's kinda messed up. If she wants to move on let her. Plus I told her if it makes her happy do it." Tara tells him.

"What? Moving on? Did you tell? Did Lexi like me as well?" Chad stands up.

"She's kinda been waiting since we were ten..." She mumbles to him.

"TARA!"

"Why are you shouting at me?" She says as he crosses his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me months ago? I would have done something sooner." Chad falls back laying on the bed.

"Would you? You were going on dates like every other week. So that showed Lexi there was no point in waiting." Tara lays back next to him turning her head to look at him.

"I messed up didn't I?" He looks at her.

"You just made it harder for yourself." She said as Quinn comes in to get her phone back.

"Sorry." She leaves to join the others.

"What's that's face for?" Lexi laughs as Quinn sits down.

"I accidentally interrupted Chad and Tara." Quinn gives her a look knowing what she was doing by not being specific.

Lexi just nods her head while Ethan wraps an arm around her waist to make her more comfortable because she was trying to be nice with how she was sitting.

"You guys make me sick." Mindy speaks up.

"Says the girl cuddling her girlfriend." Lexi points at them as she leans into Ethan more.

Chad joins the group and eyes Lexi with Ethan but when she catches him looking he looks away to the tv showing the news. As Tara comes out she takes a seat watching the news as well.

Because of the news Chad goes out to call Sam up to watch so she comes in with the Cute boy across the way.

"Their names have just been released by police. Jason Carvey and Greg Bruckner." The news just says.

"Holy shit, that's the chode from our Film Studies class. The one obsessed with Argento." Mindy points out.

"Also found at the scene were various Ghostface costumes, a character popularized by the Stab movie franchise." The news guy adds making Sam ready to get going.

"What?" Sam's guys asks.

"Thank you, suspicious new guy, but we got it from here. Have a good night. Get home safe." Chad walks him out shutting the door and locking it.

"No, wait. Let's talk about this for a second. Cause this might not have anything to do with us." Tara follows Sam around while everyone watches them.

"Are you serious?"

"It's a big city! It's Halloween. Everybody's wearing masks! You don't know." Tara rants.

"Tara, this isn't a coincidence. You knew him."

"Barley," Tara tells her.

"Chad, Mindy, Lexi, back me up."

"It is a little bit..." Chad starts.

"Close to..." Mindy adds.

"Home." Lexi finishes it.

"See?"

"Quinn, your dad's a cop, right? Can you call him and find out what's going on? Before you make the unilateral decision to abandon my college education and flee the fucking state!" Tara asks Quinn and tells Sam.

"I'm calling him now." Quinn tells Tara then Sam's phone rings so everyone looks at it.

"Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?" Ethan asks making Lexi tilt her head.

"You gotta keep up, my dude." She gets up as Quinn tells Sam her dad wanted to talk to her.

[afterwardsblogs]

how to google ?

i hate that I have so many things going on in my brain all at once; so many ideas and inspiration and drive to do something with. I know I have so much potential, but sometimes I wonder where I went wrong, or others went wrong to not teach me. I have no clue where I can start, or how to start. what I can do and how to do those things. and I have no idea how to start to look them up and learn. its like when you go into google to look something up; you know exactly what you're looking for and exactly what type of answer you need and want to get. you think you're asking just the right questions. but then you go to type them into the search engine, and all you get in return is gibberish, some answer you didn't even ask the question for. sure, it might still be interesting and the further you go down you might still find what you're looking for, but it's a struggle to get there, and when you do get there, it's barely the answer you were looking for. I don't have a different way to explain this. it's like everything I was ever taught is somehow wrong all of a sudden. like I missed a queue to change everything I ever knew was right, but everyone else got it. I ask my question in a proper manner. I write it out in a complete sentence- punctuation, question mark, the whole deal. I make sure my grammar is on point, precise, but not too fancy, so everyone can understand what I'm asking and won't get confused. I double check to make sure I wrote the question in the right language, tailored to the person I'm talking to. did they not understand me? am I talking too quietly again? I don't know what I'm doing wrong. this is how I was taught to ask questions- not to mention that everyone always used to say 'there's no such thing as a stupid question, only stupid answers.' so-is everyone else stupid? I'm sure I had to miss something. one time could be a mistake, twice maybe a coincidence. but to have that happen to you every time you ask a question, not even that but just a clarification, that cannot be excused anymore. I wish someone would explain it to me already. it's probably fun for everyone else. seeing me struggle in this new world, like I was some alien baby social project. 'how long can we make her believe she's one of us? can we fool her forever? how interesting, she actually things she's one of us! I wonder how long we can keep this ruse up and how good the reveal's gonna be!' I don't feel like a real person sometimes. I know I'm not fully fleshed out yet; my frontal lobe should still be developing and will only be done in about 2 1/2 years, at most. but I know I'm not a complete idiot. I know I'm somewhat smart and I have some common sense in me. so what is wrong with me? - again, I don't know how to type that into google. you should keep your questions short. actually, don't make them questions per se. put it into keywords, pseudo sentences. like you're writing down notes to string together a sentence later. just enough key points to hit just enough characters to get an okay to use password. the worse it sounds, the better the answer's gonna be. it goes beyond anything I've ever learned, and somehow everyone else seems to know that. it just gives me room to wonder, what else is there that everyone just seems to know how to do correctly. while I'm over here doing it 'properly' and looking like a complete fool. no one's going to say anything either. they'll all just silently laugh at you, talking about it when you're finally gone, and make it a funny anecdote to tell to others later on. I'm not completely sure what I'm trying to say, it's all a jumbled together mess of words. not as bad as a good google search though. I still have some integrity. I guess I'll just look it up at the library. that's where they'll still appreciate my fully formed sentences-at least I can still hope.

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 30: Flinch

fandom: criminal minds

word count: 870

pairing: penelope garcia x reader (platonic)

summary: penelope began playing a game with you and you can't take it anymore

Penelope Garcia scared the shit out of you, but not in the way most people would think.

Penelope was a ray of sunshine. Positively delightful to be around on days when you found that you couldn’t even fake a smile and she prided herself on that. However, Penelope wasn’t shy to mischief and once she found out about your ticklishness, you were done for.

At first, it was just subtle pokes in the abdomen to get you to lighten up, but as the weeks went on, Penelope began upping the ante. She would squeeze your kneecap during meetings, pinch your sides when she snuck up behind you, and one time she even trapped you in an elevator and tickled you silly.

So, yeah, you were terrified of Penelope Garcia because you never knew when or where she would strike.

Recently, she began playing this little game with you where she would reach her hand out to your side or lunge at you unexpectedly just to see how hard you’d flinch. She had you on edge for close to a week and she hadn’t even touched you.

Your final straw was when she had faked you out after you’d returned home from a case and you looked extra burnt out. Penelope saw that you were the last one to leave, so she took the opportunity to sneak up on you and pretend as if she was going to tickle you. Of course, you had flinched and inhaled sharply, preparing yourself for her impending attack just like you did every time, but this time you’d had enough.

“UGH! Penelope!” You yelled, more frustrated at the situation than at her. “If you’re gonna do it, just do it!”

You wish you could have retracted what you’d said the second you saw Penelope’s lips curve into a smirk. “You’re giving me permission?” She asked. You sighed and shook your head.

“N-No, that’s not what I meant… I’m just tired of this little game you keep playing,” You explained yourself, turning back to your belongings to pack up for the night.

“You mean you don’t love flinching every single time I reach my arm out towards you?”

Penelope did as described, only this time actually wiggling a finger into your side, smiling as she watched you flinch out of instinct and arch away.

“Penelope…” You whined, turning to look at her with a pout. She chuckled at your reaction, holding her hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright, I promise I won’t do it anymore. You just look a little down and I thought you could use some cheering up,” She uttered out. You sighed and looked at the ground.

“Yeah, it was a tough one. I’m just exhausted,” You mumbled, bringing a hand up to press your thumb and middle finger to your temples to try and rid yourself of the upcoming headache. You heard Penelope click her tongue which prompted you to glance back up at her, seeing that her arms were open wide.

“Come here,” She beckoned, waving her hands to silently tell you to hug her. You smiled sadly and walked forward into her arms, wrapping yours around her as tight as you could. Your head rested on her chest and inhaled slowly, taking in the moment.

You wouldn’t lie and say the playfulness of your relationship with Penelope wasn’t fun. Physical touch was your love language, after all, but this was your favorite. Just being held by someone who cared about you.

You stayed in that hug for what felt like an hour, just relishing in the weight that it held. Penelope cared for you and your happiness.

“Feeling better?” She asked after minutes of listening to your breathing. You hummed and squeezed her a bit tighter.

“Much better. Thank you.”

“Good. I’m glad. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I did say you needed a bit of cheering up,” She responded back, her tone of voice changing dramatically. You knew that tone well enough to know what was about to happen and unluckily for you, you had fallen straight into her trap.

Where Penelope’s fingers were resting against your ribcage, she began contracting them harshly and vibrating them into the crevices of the bones. You, of course, flinched at the suddenness and fell into thunderous laughter. Your legs weakened and Penelope had to hold you up so you didn’t completely fall to the ground.

“GAHAHARCIA! YOHOU TRAITOHOHOR!” You screeched into her chest, hiccupping as you struggled to catch your breath.

“As a profiler, I cannot believe you didn’t see this coming,” She taunted you, tickling every sensitive spot on your ribs and back that she could reach.

“OKAHAY! I’M FEHEELING BETTER NOHOHOW!”

Penelope ceased her attack and unwrapped her arms from around you once she was sure you wouldn’t immediately collapse to the ground, grinning smugly at the sight of your pink cheeks and ticklish smile.

“If all I need to do is tickle you to put you in a better mood, just say the word,” Penelope teased you. You scoffed and slapped her arm before continuing to put away the case files.

“I hate you,” You replied with a reciprocated grin. You knew damn well that you didn’t mean it.

[stormblessed95]

You married Jikookers, whenever point out some jkk moments as wierd, always say this happens in your married life, you and your partner have moments like that and explain it away. So lemme give some examples and say how you will feel if that happen in your life. Just very few examples. Let's see how logical it's to think Jkk is a irl couple .

Please don't give me some old links of yours as I've read all of that. I want how YOU, as a wife will feel about these when it happen in your life

1. You saying your husband always comes to your room to hang out and your husband immediately explains its because your room is close to him. How you feel ? The same thing Jimin must've felt.

2. Your guys friend saying he's gonna kiss you because of the way you look at him as a joke infront of your husband. How will that feel ? It's same for JK.

3. Your husband calling your common friend as the most good looking person he have ever seen. How it will feel ?

4. Your husband flirting openly in his sm, calling his followers pet names, replying as their bf/husband, fueling Y/N agenda and you are expected to accept is because it's part of his 'Job' when none of his colleagues do the same.

How does it feels when you put yourself in JK's or JM's shoes and if a moment like that happen in real life ?

I debated on answering this or just blocking you for being rude. But idk how many times I have to say every couple is going to have different relationship boundaries. Every single one. Just because you or I wouldn't be okay with something, doesn't make it wrong in another relationship if they are okay with it.

But sure. I'll answer this with more personal tidbits. Just for me to get to block someone else later today yelling at me for relating everything back to my personal life 😂 or maybe even you when you come back pissy about my answers because they weren't what you wanted.

1. THEY ARE TEASING EACH OTHER. When they say or do things like this. They are TEASING EACH OTHER. Teasing each other is lowkey a love language and sooooo many couples (at least the fun ones) do this. And yes, I tease my partner and he teases me back all the time. Including downplaying and joking around about the things we do. Such as this morning: "Omg Storm, personal space is a thing, jeez" he says and I snuggle up in our bed before waking up this morning. "Don't flatter yourself" I reply " its cold and I'm only using you for your body heat." And we both laugh and then kiss before getting up to take care of our kids and getting ready for the day. Among other examples of jokingly giving excuses and/or calling each other annoying/names as we do cute coupley shit or talk about it with our friends/each other. Also Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds? The way they tease and talk about each other so much and go out of their way to make jokes about each other but also are so clearly in love? What about them anon?

2) some of my husband's good friends he met through a work friend are polyam. And VERY openly flirty with everyone. The VERY first time I met them, one cracked a joke about getting my husband naked. Took me off guard at first. Eventually I educated myself a bit more about the difference between polyam and open relationship, realized this is just how they all are with each other and the people they are close to. It wasn't that she wanted my husband, not even close. She wasn't flirting with my husband for real. She would have also very willingly and since had in the future made similar jokes to/about me. She wasn't interested in either of us more than plantonically. Neither was her husband or either of their other partners. And so therefore, I realized that the jokes are just jokes and it's not something that should bother me and it wasn't meant as anything disrespectful. Therefore, i can now participate in and enjoy the jokes as well. My husband and I have a group chat with one other person, my best friend, who is also the mom of my kids best friend. My husband has that group chat titled in his phone as "my wives." Neither of us are actually interested in marrying or even slightly romantically/sexually attracted to my friend. It's platonic and yet, the She is our wife joke gets made CONSTANTLY. Related but also not, in Grey's anatomy remember when Callie moved in breifly with Derek and Meredith. And Meredith accidentally kissed Callie goodbye right after kissing her husband goodbye on like auto pilot? Lol

3. Idk what kind of relationships you are in, but alot of them, alot, are couples who enjoy looking and appreciating beautiful people together. And my husband literally said to me the other day "man, Jimin is like the most attractive person in the world. How do you feel knowing you settled?" Lol just for me to reply in kind about how it's a good thing I'm so attracted to him then, in detail, which yall don't need the rest of that story about where that went afterwards. Not to mention that appreciating people's beauty objectively together, as a couple, it's even more common in queer relationships than between two cishets together as well too. Just saying.

4. "None of his colleagues" wow I can't believe you forgot all of Yoongis flirting with ARMY. Man has proposed to us multiple times and accepted multiple proposals too. Literally signed an ARMYs marriage documents they brought at a fansign. Calling armys his girlfriends and giving pet names etc. I'm actually offended at the Yoongi slander here anon! My man is a flirt!! Don't forget it!

As for personal tidbits, I can't address this. Neither my husband nor I are famous or interact with a fanbase. @chikooritajjk flirts with me in my comment section at times though, as have a few other people, both of us very committed to our partners. I have a friend who jokes about if my husband is finally going to sign up to be poly and let her be my girlfriend. I'll redirect to point number 2 again about my husband's flirty friends. And end this with a question about if you question actors relationships and require the same validation of their relationship after they are in movies where they are making out with their costars but going home to their spouse? Because same thing really? But on an even lesser scale because these are faceless people online and not someone whose tongue you are sucking on. I mean, just saying.

Married with his wife:

Acting as Jim and Pam (with not his wife):

Probably not the answers you are hoping for anon. Sorry, but that's them. It's okay, you or anyone else are Free to now come ranting into my inbox about it. I'll be looking forward to it! Ultimately it again, comes down to how my boundaries, your boundaries, Jungkooks boundaries, Jins boundaries, my neighbors boundaries and your moms boundaries in relationships (all relationships. Platonic and romantic etc) will all be different. And that's okay. It's okay to have a line in the sand that you aren't okay with and it's okay for people in relationships that have nothing to do with you to not have that same line.

EDITING BECAUSE I HAVE TO ADD LMFAO I brought up Blake and Ryan in point 1, but an additional point including them....

Remember how Ryan Reynolds kissed Andrew Garfield just for giggles at the Golden Globes? And Blake laughed her ass off over it? Yeah, are we going to say they aren't a couple or married now too? 🤣🤣

Everyone's boundaries are different friends.