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omg i love the way u write jjk characters! i was reading ur work and had a scenario that i thought would be so fun to read from you if you like the idea! i was thinking abt if you got drunk with them at the school (like maybe all the students sneak to one persons dorm or something), how they would act drunk, how they would treat u, what would happen etc. my favs are toge and yuji but you could do whoever ofc!
ok idk if this is exactly what you were looking for but since i've wrtten a few fics now where drinking/partying was the theme, i'm gonna assign the jjk crews their party night roles lolol so enjoy
ITADORI YUUJI is the life of the party, obviously. he's the type to bring jello shots to the function and if no one wants them, he'll eat em all himself. he's the guy that you dare to do stuff as the night goes on. he's the guy that somehow, at the end of each party, is missing a shirt. did he go swimming? did someone spill on it? did he spill on it? (most likely) everyone laughs but no one really complains about it. he's always got a fun plan or game in mind to keep the night going, and everyone's happy to have him there.
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI is the shy-at-first guest. he's slow when he first gets there, and always claims he doesn't want to get too fucked up. he's got a never ending amount of excuses up his sleeve as to why he can't take that shot with you, or be your partner for beer pong. but give him an hour to warm up. he'll spend that time lining up a fire playlist and semi-mingling. the trick to getting him to loosen up? just a quick smoke first. don't jump on him with it, but if he sees a joint being passed around, he can't resist just a couple puffs. what's the harm, right? a couple puffs and he's giving in to whatever other party shenanigans come his way.
KUGISAKI NOBARA is in charge of the photography for the evening. everyone's instagrams and snapchat stories are well taken care of when she's around. in the early parts of the evening they're casual photos, fit checks, some candids of the laughing group as they play games or eat pizza. she's quite good with lighting and angles, and no one complains when she shoves her phone in their face. as the night goes on, she probably documents more than she should- toge drawing on yuuta's face while he's passed out, yuuji shirtless and covering himself in whipped cream on a dare- but it's always too funny to go through them the next day and delete half the evidence.
PANDA is the dancer. if he's drinking, he's dancing. it doesn't matter how many drinks are in his system. it doesn't matter if the music is particularly fun- or even playing. he's got too much excitement from hanging out with his friends and is down for a good time. he's also easy to coerce into pranking someone.
INUMAKI TOGE is the coercer of pranks. if someone passes out, he's always got a marker on him. he always has the best dares for truth or dare, and isn't afraid when others want to get their revenge. he's that class-clown energy at the party. sometimes it's annoying, but it's always undeniably funny. he definitely likes those tacky party favors from spencers. especially the big dick shaped syringes for taking shots. he's got a lot of sus 'party decorations'. but let's be real it's really fucking funny when he breaks out the newest one. also if he gets too drunk he will use his cursed speech for the sake of humor.
ZEN'IN MAKI is the bartender and general caretaker of the group. she's the best at mixed drinks and knows everyone's favorite, but always has something new to try. as the designated bartender she's also the one subtly making sure everyone is on a good track for the night. most of the time it just meant keeping an eye on yuuji and toge, reminding them to have some water every once in a while went a long way. and she's not afraid to cut you off if you're getting sloppy. i also think she'd roll the fattest, cleanest joints when she's not mixing drinks.
OKKOTSU YUUTA is the first to fall asleep. he's a good time, don't get me wrong. he loves the games and the dancing and the goofing around, but he's an overworked boy and... a bit of a lightweight. motherfucker takes two hits and is shaking his head the rest of the rotation. it's kinda cute that his eyes get all red after so little before he raids the snack table. maki knows he has a five drink limit before he either needs to drink water or rally or... as usual, he's slumped into the couch and snoozing away. it's a miracle that he can sleep so hard when the music is blasting and everyone has to yell to be heard- especially when it's itadori yelling. by the end of the night, someone's thrown a blanket over him, and toge's vandalized his face with permanent marker.
#THIS WAS SO FUN AAHHH HEHEHE#megumi brainrot#yuuji brainrot#nobara brainrot#maki brainrot#toge brainrot#yuuta brainrot#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fanfiction#jujtusu kaisen fanfiction#itadori yuuji x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#inumaki toge x reader#okkotsu yuuta x reader
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i support the contact name headcanon fully i actually did not think about spencer not having to save any names bc he would memorize the numbers LOL but that is so real and makes so much sense and for reader too like tbh u get it like just personally i feel like most of the time id just use a nickname/shortened version of their name but even if i did call them a pet name i just Personally wouldn’t put that as their contact name IDK. cuz sometimes i think about like going “hey siri call ‘my love’ on speaker” and kinda want to yak a little. might be just me tho like personally i love pet names directed to me and i call my friends them too but like for some reason i just cannot see me calling my significant other a designated pet name!!!!! like it obviously might change LOL but also unpopular opinion but i rlly just always use babe in a platonic way like it’s just so fun that way anyway this was stupidly long for a silly question but i literally read ur response and was like i could have ghostwrote half of this like ur just like me …. u r so real 🧸
i also use babe platonically all the time but ironically i really DONT like babe as an endearment for an ACTUAL s/o it just feels way too like….. douchey?😭😭 idk something about it feels almost trashy LMFAOOOO i genuinely cannot explain it i know that’s ridiculous and irrational but i just really don’t like babe romantically. but like sometimes in my fics i’ll have reader call spencer babe platonically even though they are in a relationship… but like she calls him that platonically….. not romantically…. anyway girl what am i talking abt!! ily
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Hi! I saw your requests are open - I've never done something like this before btw so sorry if it's too specific - so I was wondering If you could do the Evans (specifically Alex from adult world, Todd hayness and Peter maximoff) reacting to a non binary reader who is OBSESSED with monster high, and loves collecting the old gen 1 and new gen 3 dolls. Thank you so much if you do! Have a good day!!
YES OMG YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I LOVE THIS SM OMG THANK YOU FOR UR REQUEST (also sorry it took so long im going back into a depressive episode butttt i have some motivation rn)
The evans reactions to non binary reader being obsessed with monster high/collecting
Evan Peters
Would probably find it actually adorable
You guys would be walking in the store and you see a monster high doll u dont have and start squealing
He just smiles takes it out of your hand and puts it in the cart
For your birthday or something he would probably even get you dvds of the monster high movies so you can watch it whenever you want
Would help you build shelves in ur house to put all the dolls on to show them off
Kit walker (if they existed when he lived yk)
Would be so fucking confused
"baby why are you collecting dolls?"
Would be confused on why your collecting kid toys but whenever he sees one in the store he (bare with me theres phones ok) would send u a picture to ask if u have it
If you dont well now u do if you do then...congrats?
Okay he would be confused but would just fucking love seeing the way you smile when he gets u one
Kyle Spencer (pre death)
Would see your collection and his jaw would drop
"ive seen the show but never watched it, the characters are so cute omg"
"do you want any more? Cs i can save up and definitely get you some....or.. a lot."
Would honestly make it a mission to collect EVERY. SINGLE. DOLL
you guys would spend soooo much money together it would be actually kinda scary
Kyle would search online forever jst for one you mentioned u wanted that was a old one
Jimmy darlin (darling)
A lot like kit
So fucking confused
Didnt even know they existed tbh
"uh doll? Why do you have so many...dolls"
*you tell him what it is* "oh... Well are ya sure you need this many?" *You do a mean glare at him* "I- i mean its fine do whatever baby imma just uh" *runs away scared*
After a while gets used to it and finds them actually so cute and you jst straight up adorable
James Patrick March
A lot like jimmy
Actually more confused than jimmy
Obviously didnt know they existed
"darling, thats a lot of...dolls"
After he finds out you love them a secret room in the hotel is specifically all yours to store and organize your dolls
Has many many people find every monster high in california shipped to the hotel
Kai Anderson
He walked in on you looking at your dolls making sure they are still in good shape
He would literally snatch it and squeeze its head off (#toddlertantrum)
"HOW DARE YOU GET THESE STUPID FUCKING DOLLS? YOU DON'T NEED THEM YOU SHOULD BE PAYING ATTENTION TO THE CULT AND YOUR DIVINE RULER"
You would be slapped or beaten to death, or locked in the closet, or he would fuck you really hard (ew)
But on the other hand if you were pregnant with his 'messiah' (peep my other head cannon) he would honestly get a lot of people in the cult to look for all of them jst for you
Peter maximoff (imma jst say apocalypse age)
Would see them pick one up and love them
"oh whats that, awesome! These look so pretty"
Would steal them for you
Would make a designated place in his moms basement for all of them
Would understand and bring up how its like him and 'collecting' arcade machines
You guys honestly both kinda love them and even peters sister does
Todd Hayness
"what's that? Oh"
Thinks of it how he collects superhero and comic figures
Would probably go online and order you monster high stuff/ more dolls
Would honestly be okay with it
Would ask you if you got any more and ask all about them
Would just admire you while you talk about monster high until you snap him out
Alex (adult world)(he has my heart like sobbing)(if that makes sense)
Your friends are throwing a party at your house and alex is going and yall barley jst started dating and hes only been over for ur birthday and didnt see ur room
He would see them and just furrow his eyebrows at them for a second
"hey, those are pretty cool" he points at them
You would smile and then you guys would end up staying in your room for the rest of the night while he listens to you gush about monster high and you guys fall asleep cuddling
He wouldnt mind he would find it actually really cute
I hope you guys like this i literally like took such a long time im so sorry
#evan peters#kit walker#tate langdon#kyle spencer#jimmy darlin#jimmy darling#james march#James Patrick March#evan peters headcanon#ahs headcanons#quicksilver#peter maximoff#todd haynes#kick ass#x men apocalypse#alex adult world#adult world#mwah ily
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could u possibly write something along the lines of spencer getting jealous of other guys flirting with reader but he’s like all cute and subby and soft so he just gets flustered and upset but like reader reassures his insecurities…also could the reader have she/her pronouns (if that’s okay). and btw i love ur writing and ur blog! have a wonderful day!!
luv this request!
TW: implied smut, jealous sub!spencer, kissing
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Spencer hates bars, nightclubs, concerts— basically any crowded venue with low lights and even lower inhibitions.
But, you insisted that the two of you take Penelope Garcia up on her offer at least once, knowing how good of a friend (and matchmaker) she’s been. So, the entire BAU, minus the company Hotch and Rossi, head to O’Keefe to enjoy a few drinks and the live music.
Spencer smiles; You look so happy to be with everyone, regardless of whatever sweaty, germ-ridden environment you’re in. The radiance on your face almost makes a night out worth it.
Almost.
Because soon enough, a tall man with slick brown hair is approaching you from behind, tapping you on your shoulder.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Spencer should’ve known his luck would run out sooner than later. You roll your eyes and decline his offer with a smug shake of your head, returning to your conversation with JJ.
However, the man is persistent, attempting to warm you up with compliments.
“I’ve had my eyes on you all night.” Stalker much?
“All the guys in here want you.” Creepy.
“You’re the prettiest girl in this whole bar.” True, though it would sound better coming out of Spencer’s mouth.
Spencer knows you can handle shit on your own, but Morgan would encourage him to interrupt the situation playing out in front of him.
It’s a matter of pride.
Be the better man.
Show him who’s boss.
But none of that is Spencer. He’s far from content with sitting quietly on the side, but what good would his interjection do? A skinny kid in glasses and a sweater vest would do nothing to deter a determined bar creep.
You handle the situation well, flashing your badge and uttering something along the lines of I hold the FBI record for shooting accuracy, and he’s out of your hair.
Morgan nudges Spencer’s arm, urging him to claim the open barstool closest to you. He purses his lips apprehensively but eventually makes his way from his table to yours.
“Hey, babe.” You beam, slinging an arm around his shoulders once he’s close enough.
He feels all the eyes in the immediate area lock onto him, relishing in the pride and slight discomfort. “H-Hi.” He mutters meekly as you place a kiss to his jaw.
Spencer can’t meet your eyes, opting to glance around at the design elements of the establishment rather than look at his own girlfriend.
“What’s wrong, sweetie.” You pout, running a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to blush and fidget nervously.
“N-nothing.” He sighs.
You raise an eyebrow, “That doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”
“I-It’s stupid...”
“Nothings stupid when it comes to you.” You assure. Spencer blushes more.
“I just— I feel so fortunate to be with you. Out of everyone, you chose me, and I’m so, so thankful for that.”
“Profound,” You tease, “but where’s this coming from all of a sudden?”
He shrugs, pretending to have to think of a sufficient answer. “When that guy was flirting with you, it just made me wonder, you know?”
You shake your head, “No, I don’t know.” Spencer’s brows knit together, and you lean in closer to whisper in his ear. “Because every time a female cop, or prostitute, or witness flirts with you, I know that I’m the one who takes you home at the end of the night. They’ll never have what I have.” Spencer swallows. “You’re the most handsome, most intelligent, most amazing man I know. And no other guy in this bar is ever going to get to fuck me the way you do— only you. Understand?”
He nods fervently, “Y-yes.”
Your features soften, and you lean in to place a delicate kiss on his lips. “I love you, Spencer. Only you.”
“I love you too.” He smiles warmly.
#spencer reid#criminal minds#sub!spencer#dr reid#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid smut#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid angst#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x y/n
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“you carry the heavens in your eyes like one of those old greek tragedies. and i’d call you atlas but he wasn’t given the choice to hold the stars.
you were.”
backstory. spotify. pinterest.
hey it’s g again:) this is nora, kinda looks like a taylor swift / lana del rey song. a bitch but hides a giant heart. i also decided that proof reading isn’t a thing. i never heard of it. who put that idea in your head baby? are you having hallucinations? did you take your meds? or was it your friends... this is why i don’t let you hang out with them. also if u see something here that i already put in other bios... no you didn't mind ur business this is MY intro.
'mkay enjoy now xoxo
“i closed off all easy roads leading to me but i’m reachable if you are willing to go the extra mile.”
full name: eleonora ‘nora’ hoffman
age: thirty-seven
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: pansexual
star sign: taurus
date of birth: 13/05/1985
label: the femme fatale
occupation: fashion designer
neighborhood: downtown
alignment: neutral
personality type: entj
hogwarts house: ravenclaw
positive traits: elegant, sophisticated, self-confident, enticing, charismatic, determined, efficient, reliable, strategic, logical, eloquent, independent, meticulous, observant
negative traits: impatient, stubborn, ruthless, unattainable, workhaolic, perfectionist, manipulative, callous, inflexible, assertive, bossy, tactless, hopeless romantic
distinctive traits: very expensive sunglasses, always perfectly, movements so graceful that often make you look like you’re dancing
fashion style: expensive designer clothes most of which you designed that give you the looks of a old-fashioned diva on (has those elvira hancock/holly golightly vibes)
scent: cherry and expensive perfume
bad habits: smoking, overworking
theme song: cherry wine by hozier / baby one more time by the marias BUT ALSO any song from lana del rey rlly feeling watercolor eyes rn
aesthetics:
“i withdraw from people and places from time to time. i need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much, and never have anything to say.”
driving a motorcycle in high heels. sharp fingers tapping on a wine glass. a collection of vintage cabriolet cars you can pick from everyday. thigh high. knowing al the buttons to press to break a man. lipstick stains on linen napkins. a honey toned voice spewing harsh words never having to raise your town to assert yourself. a martini glass. stomping on scarlet kissed cigarette buts with stiletto heels. always being an inpactful presence everyone notices too many sets of silk lingerie night dresses with matching nightgowns. hair falling perfectly on your shoulders without any effort. never being overdressed, it’s the others that are underdressed. being fashionably late. an unmissable smile the sun is jealous of. being used to feeling everyone’s eyes on you. a hint of malice in the glimmer of your eyes. natural flair that appears easy everytime you move. not being too expressive because it will give you wrinkles. a love out of a fairytale. dining by the tour eiffel at night. lace gloves. waking up at dawn to do your yoga exercises and your morning run. never eating junkfood. expensive white wine or champagne. playing god. watching all your dreams crumble in front of your eyes. a heart that tries to burn under layers of ice.
character references:
“and here you come with a shiled for a heart and a sword for a tongue.”
jane smith ( ms & mr smith ) , katherine pierce ( the vampire diaries ), mrs robinson ( the graduate ) , coco chanel ( coco chanel ) , miranda priestly ( the devil wears prada ), spencer hastings ( pretty little liars ), fiona gallagher ( shameless) kathani sharma ( bridgerton ) , fallon morrell carrington ( dynasty ), blair waldrof ( gossip girls )
personality:
“when i was younger i used to say i would never end up this way.”
appearance:
not many dare to even look at you in the eye, switching gazes when you catch them staring. you’re unattainable, unapproachable, the independent, bossy woman who will take no one’s words but hers. people swallw down harshly when talking to you, often not looking at you in the eye, your patience is thin and they fear of surpassing the line: the smiles you offer hide sharp canines that you’re not afraid to show. you hate small talks and circling around the subject without tackling it headfirst, you always want to get straight to the point without fake pleasentries. you say things for how they are no matter how hurtful, and your eyes burn on people’s figure when you use them to scrutinize their behavior, clothes and attitude, though you observe and not judge, but if something doesn’t result appealing to you you will voice it without problems. you hold such authority that you never need to raise your voice, you always speak in the same hony tone, it’s the other that lower theirs. you have your way without any troubles, people take your words as law, and when you don’t you’re not afraid to raise hell always with elegance and flair. you could walk to hell and back and your perfect makeup would remain untouched.
to friends:
you’re not one for sentimental stuff so you’ll never admit it, but you deeply love your friends and find way to show it every day. your love languages are gift giving and quality time. if it comes to giving advice it depends on your mood and what is asked of you, sometimes you’ll roll your eyes and tell them to stop being so sensitive, othertimes you’ll pour a glass of wine and try to find the best words in your wide dictionary. your friends are not many, but true, as it’s difficult to find someone who won’t annoy you and you blocked all the roads to you, plus not everyone finds your presence pleasing. but you’re loyal, and even though sometimes you can be a little too detouched and harsh, you still find your ways to be likeable. not that you care, if you can call them friends it either means that they’ve accepted all your bad traits or that they share the same as yours. but behin layers and layers of cold ice you hide the warmest heart that at time shows, but you’re quick to lock it back in. you always love a good time and a good laugh.
to lovers:
you learnt from a young age that you could have anyone hooked just by the way you moved, quickly mastering the act of seduction. but you finished sleeping around the time you met your boyfriend. love interests you now more than ever, you wish and seek someone able to wrap their arms around you and warm your chest, you want to love with every fiber of your being. but that would mean tearing your defences down and you’re not to keen about it, it’s easier to keep wielding the sword to everyone who steps too close. but you never stopped flirting, it comes easy for you as you’re seductive in almost everything you do. you like keeping them on their toes, especially men, you like seeing their faces as they desperately try to hang on to your fingers, you take pleasure in their desperation. it is a little different with women but you always wish to be worshipped and desired. you’ve got a captivating smile and eyes that lure in victims, it’s your hands that then keeps them locked. but now things with your boyfriend aren’t going so great, perhaps you’ll fall into old habits, or you’ll keep your head high in the search for love.
“i had no idea how greedy my heart really was.”
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pumpkin party ; spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x short f!reader
summary: “hi can i request a spencer x f!reader who’s like short (like 5 ft tall short hehe) w curly hair and uh they do like cute fall stuff together like pumpkin picking and halloween and baking and leaves and stuff ??? sorry if that isn’t specific enough i love ur writing ur amazing okay gn” 1502 words
a/n: here’s a kinda short terrible thing about pumpkin picking and carving w spencer because honestly nothing sounds better
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As sweet as the gesture is, you can’t help but stare incredulously at Spencer when he offers you his coat.
“Are you…serious?” You ask, eyebrow raised.
“Of course. Only for a few minutes, until you warm up a little. Actually, men are colder than women; temperature responds to changing hormone levels, so women’s body temperatures vary depending on the phase of their menstrual cycle.”
“Please don’t talk about my menstrual cycle when we’re at a pumpkin patch.”
“Right. Sorry.” He giggles, “But a man’s body temperature is often hotter near his-“
“Don’t! There are children!” You hiss, but can’t resist laughing along. You two are the only adults at the pumpkin patch without little ones running around, but neither of you seem to mind.
“Here,” He says again, “Take it.”
“Spence,” You sigh, “That jacket is gonna basically be on the floor if I put it on. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“How is-“ He starts, confused, before he realises you’re referencing your stark height different, “Oh. Yeah. Then I can’t help you.”
You should’ve known it was bound to get chilly at the nearest farm. Spencer asked if you were sure you didn’t want to bring a jacket, and you said of course, and now look at you. You’re surprised he hasn’t said, “Told you so!” yet.
“I did say-“
There it is.
You tug on his hand, interlocking your fingers as you start walking, “Let’s just pick our pumpkins and get out of here. I’m too excited about our new carving tools to wait.”
He happily follows along, both of you commenting on pumpkins and their appearances as you walk around – who knew Spencer could be so judgemental? – before one of you finds one you deem good enough.
You find yours first - ugly, slightly deformed, but that’s how you like them. It’s shaped more like a typical squash, elongated and thicker at the bottom, slimmer at the top. You love it.
Spencer usually likes the ugly pumpkins, too, so you’re surprised when he picks a near-perfect one from the bunch.
“I need another one.” He mumbles, set on his mission. He wanders around a little more, perfectly round bright orange pumpkin in hand, eyes dancing around the patch. “Another one…”
You tenderly grasp your squash-like pumpkin and wait patiently, watching him roll the second pumpkin he likes up his leg, to his hip, so he can heave it into his arms.
He only looks like he’s struggling a little.
“I can take one, if you want,” You offer, but he vigorously shakes his head.
“I got it, I got it.”
You watch him wobble towards you, clearly suffering with the weight in his hands, and can’t help but offer again. “Let me, Spence,”
He beams at you excitedly, “Love, really, I’m okay. Let’s go.”
He waddles by and you follow him to the front, keeping a close eye on him because you’re concerned he’ll drop to his knees. “We both know I got the muscle and you got the height.”
“I’m a very strong man. I can handle two pumpkins.”
You decide not to argue back, even when he lets out an obscene groan as he loudly dumps the pumpkins onto the cash register.
Not even when you hear him whisper an encouraging, “I’m a very strong man.” To himself before heaving the pumpkins back into his arms.
Or when he falls asleep in the car ride home.
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The tradition you and Spencer have, even before you started dating, is you wouldn’t tell eachother your ideas until the big reveal after carving. Spencer holds this tradition very dear to his heart, so when you start questioning him about his plans that involve two pumpkins, he is rightly offended.
“Why can’t you just tell me?” You laugh, lightly nudging his side as he lays all the tools out onto the table.
“Because!” His lips quirk up, stifling a chuckle, “You know, over one-point-five billion pounds of pumpkin are produced each year in the U.S.”
“Actually, I have a pumpkin fact for you.”
You’re grinning at him, a blinding smile that makes Spencer feel mushy inside. You look genuinely enthused, pure eagerness on your face as you bounce on your toes when you tell him that, for once, you have a fact for him.
He knows it won’t be new information to him, but he loves you so he’ll listen and pretend it’s his first time hearing it.
He loves you.
Holy hell, does he love you.
“Did you know…” You trail off, all dramatic and suspenseful and making Spencer go heart eyed, “The original jack-o’-lanterns were made with turnips and potatoes by the Irish.”
Yes. He does know that.
He raises an eyebrow.
“So you’re making a jack-o’-lantern?”
You guffaw. How did he-
“My guess is you were looking for pumpkin carving ideas, probably on Pinterest, and ended up looking at jack-o’-lantern ideas and stumbled upon some facts.”
Smugly, he hands you a carving tool while you stare at him, mouth agape.
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
“You suck.”
Quietly, he says, “You love me.”
And as you both get to work, you can’t help but think yes, I do.
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Spencer works at record-breaking speed. His first is done (and harshly discarded, you note) within thirty minutes, then he moves eagerly onto the next.
Even though the element of surprise is ruined, you work meticulously – you won’t let your literal hours of research (and practice doodles in your notebook) go to waste. Your tongue peeks out of your mouth, brows tensing and easing sporadically. Your whole apartment stinks of pumpkin, the innards of them building quite the mountain between you and Spencer.
Good thing you like the smell of it, you suppose.
“You nearly done?” Spencer asks, stretching after over an hour of being hunched over the table.
You purse your lips, “Yeah, I think so. What about you?”
He bites his lip when your attention is directed to him. There’s an anxiousness to him, beyond his normal jitters, and you wonder what he’s done. Will you have to have a serious conversation after this? Is he breaking up with you? Is he dumping you through a goddamn pumpkin?
“You go first.” He tells you.
“I assume I don’t have a choice?”
“Nope. Show me the jack-o’-lantern!”
You playfully groan, dejectedly spinning the pumpkin until it faces Spencer. He reacts with excitement, a pleased grin on his face as his eyes momentarily widen and his eyebrows shoot up. It’s a cute reaction. He’s cute.
“That’s incredible, Y/N!” He says, leaning in to look closer at the cuts and design. “We have to put it outside.”
“You think so?” You bashfully fiddle with the stalk at the top.
“Yeah! It’ll match mine!”
Spencer spins his first pumpkin, then, and it’s another jack-o’-lantern like yours but a different facial expression. You love it, reacting in a similar way to how Spencer did to yours – joy on your face as you exclaim a, “Whoa!” when you look at it.
“I think we’re spending too much time together,” Spencer jokes, “I was planning to do a jack-o’-lantern, too.”
“Great minds think alike.” You smile, and his heart flutters. “Now, the other one! Is it another-“
You move to turn the second pumpkin yourself, but Spencer’s hands stop you.
“Wait-“ He calls, removing your hands from his work. You look at him in confusion. “If you hate it, let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”
“What?”
“Just- okay?”
You nod. After a deep breath, Spencer turns his second pumpkin until it’s directly in front of you. He gives you some seconds to take it in, read what’s written on it and process.
You take too long to process and Spencer starts panicking.
“Like I said-“
“Do you mean it?” You look at him, and there’s tears in your eyes, “Really?”
You look back to the pumpkin with ‘I ♡ U’ carved messily in it. Somehow, though just two letters and one symbol, you can tell it’s distinctly Spencer’s scrawny writing and it’s perfect.
It’s the first time he’s ever said he loves you. And it’s kind of weird, to do it through a pumpkin, but it’s so Spencer and God you love him too.
“Yeah,” He says, quietly, “Yeah, I do. I love you, Y/N.”
You jump out of your chair, straight into his lap, his arms immediately wrapping tightly around your waist. Your hands find themselves in his hair, tugging his lips to yours and kissing him with reckless abandon.
He giggles happily against your lips. It’s the best feeling in the world.
When you pull back, his hands flex on your thighs as you beam at eachother. Everything feels perfect.
“I love you too, you know,” You whisper, blushing.
He brings you in again, pressing feverish kisses on your lips, repeating the same sentence over and over, I love you I love you I love you I love you.
You repeat it back every time. And you always will.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#mine#u know when an idea in your head seems really good? and then u write it..
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Using all the clones from ur high school au, what kind of civ clothing do you think they'd wear?
Okay okay okay I took some time and went to TOWN on this one so clone clothes below the cut
Fox:
First and foremost, Fox has his own pinterest board. There’s not much in the way of clothes there, but yeah.
Lots of red and black
Hoodies and jeans. Jeans and hoodies. Hoodies and Jeans
If you saw the shape of my body No You Didn’t 😁
Someone help him
Always dressed as though it’s approximately 20C. Sort of like a comic character who wears variations of the same outfit.
For someone who hates being perceived, he does wear some tight clothes
Overall, sort of unintentionally punk/emo and tired
Lip, tongue, and ear piercings
Hunter:
Also has two pinterest boards (butch AU and normal)
Cottagecore farmer. Lots of neutral tones and loose, soft fabrics
Loves knit things
Very picky about texture and fit. If it’s tight, it gets donated
Wears things until they fall apart. This does not take long
Soft, waterproof, ankle-high hiking boots that he wears everywhere
L a y e r s
Constantly putting his hair up or taking it down
Very concerned with taking care of his curls (and for good reason; they’re gorgeous)
Farmer’s tan n freckles
Tech:
Business casual some days, absolute trash others. There is no rhyme or reason.
If Hunter’s all about consistency, Tech is the opposite (autism vs ADHD in a nutshell lmfao)
Pockets are a must
He has a messenger bag a la Spencer Reid
Big ol’ glasses with a thick enough lens that you can see behind him if you look at the right angle
Converse
Has these awful graphic tees from the time he went to Goodwill with Hunter
Wrecker:
Big comfy sweaters like those ones they sell at Old Navy
Walking hug with steel-toed boots
He has trouble finding XXL Tall clothes that aren’t Barbecue Dad™ so he takes what he can get
Rips the knees of pants first
Rips the tags out of everything
Cannot match colors to save his life and hasn’t yet figured out the Hunter tactic of just owning neutral things
He has a lot of fun hats
Carhartt short sleeve shirts and jeans with sharpie and paint on them
If he can’t move in it, he doesn’t want it
Big fan of open short-sleeve button downs over tees
Constantly asking Tech to hold things for him (they get lost in the Bottomless Messenger Bag)
Crosshair:
Typical teenage boy with a side of edgy
You know those joggers with the puffy knees or the cargo pockets? Big wearer of those
Sneaker Snob
Once he dressed up for a school event and he looked so good but pretended not to notice
Big City Gay energy
Constantly has a pack of cigarettes on him, so he’s got to have a pocket for them. He’s got to have a pocket, right? I just can’t see it from here. There must be a pocket because otherwise where is he getting those he’s pulling them out of nowhere send reinforcements—
Steals Hunter’s worn-out, oversized flannels but he’s a tall bitch so they’re pretty normal on him. How is he making them look so edgy?
Dogma:
Wears the same outfit a concerning amount. Like, you don’t notice anything and then all the sudden he’s been wearing the same thing for two weeks. Doesn’t smell bad or anything, though, so ?????
Always put together, but in that way that’s kind of fraying around the edges
I don’t really know how to describe his clothes beyond a sort of vibe? Idk
He’s a really skinny guy and he loves clothes with angular shapes and hard edges, so he kind of looks like a stick figure with really cool geometric designs
He tries to look sort of formal and aloof, but it doesn’t work
His Manic Art Kid vibe is visible from space, though
He looks cute but in a freshman kind of way. Like, “aww, look at him!”
But also radiates the kind of energy that makes people highly concerned
Many ear piercings and one eyebrow piercing
Tall gangly and intimidating
Always carrying his backpack
Tup:
Basically Dogma but with softer edges and rounder shapes
The Ridiculously Well-Adjusted Art Kid
Always has paint somewhere
Looks like a mess but makes it work
Messy buns
Big fan of overalls and colorful shirts
Likes long sleeves
Converse out the ass, but in a ton of different colors
Big sweaters
People forget he’s tall and Stronk because the way he dresses makes him look small (oversized things do that)
Got his ears pierced when Dogma got his third helix, but let them close
Stacked bracelets
Echo:
Somehow soft punk meets varsity kid? He makes it work
Khaki pants but cool
Open zip-up hoodies and comfy, well-fitting tee shirts
Sneakers only, unless he has to be fancy
Sometimes wears fingerless gloves and refuses to explain why
Undercut
No I lied sometimes he wears stompy boots just because they’re at odds with the rest of his aesthetic
Basically big calm comfy vibes without looking sloppy or informal
Will wear button downs as normal shirts with jeans
Likes to do the graphic tee over thermal shirt thing
Joggers
SKATER BOY. That’s the word I was thinking of. Soft skater boy (he and Fives both skate)
Fives:
Band tees and jeans
Not a fan of shorts. Has anyone ever seen his legs?
Constantly has this big-ass set of headphones around his neck
Beanies
Also a graphic tee and thermal shirt layerer
Rarely not wearing jeans
Sometimes wears pajamas to school specifically to piss off teachers
Snapbacks
Paints his nails a variety of colors, but mostly black. Somehow the polish is always chipped
Big wearer of Vans, actually is a skater
Tears through the elbows of his jeans jackets falling
Cody:
Gay smart kid. Debate team captain. Soccer captain. Looks better than you. Looks better than the teachers. Could kill you.
He wears a lot of half-zips and khakis, but makes it look less nerdy than usual
Sports paraphernalia helps. Hard to look nerdy when the zip-up you’re wearing is from wrestling Nationals
When he wears tee-shirts, they’re always tight? Does he buy them a size small on purpose? (yes, yes he does)
Collector of those really nice zip-up hoodies with the geometric designs that make them look really nice and neat
Actually wears sunglasses when it’s sunny
Has never been seen in a hat
Neyo:
Oh god oh fuck DIY punk? He’s oh god he’s
Neyo my dear that sweatshirt is falling apart
Neyo is. Troubled and in a Bad home. His clothing choices reflect this.
He does not want to touch or be touched and he wants to look cool doing it
Stoner kid but Spiky
And also he doesn’t actually smoke
Wears combat boots that look like they’ve seen blood
Skinny jeans bc he’s edgy and cool
Patch pants/vest
Also has a pinterest board
Bacara:
Bland depressed kid. Jeans and dark hoodies
Seriously he’s just trying to vibe. He wants to be comfy and he doesn’t want to draw a ton of attention
Black converse
Constantly has a farmer’s tan
Not a fan of short sleeves
Thinks Neyo looks ridiculous
Has never been dress coded in his life
Seriously Bacara’s idea of spicing up an outfit is wearing like. A polo.
#anon#ask tag#bacara#neyo#tech#wrecker#echo#fives#hunter#crosshair#cody#dogma#tup#fox#star wars#my headcanons#mikey's headcanons#high school au
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hey hey random question, and totally feel free to ignore it if it makes u uncomfy but, what vibrators do you reccomend? I randomly remebered that i am, in fact, a full grown adult with adult money that i can use to buy a sex toy. But all my past ones have been gifts from either friends or partners, so im really not sure which brands are good. Again, completly understand if u dont wanna answer. have a nice day/night
All depends on your body! Everyone has a favorite vibrator depending on how they like things and what body part ya got! For me (tmi but trynna give an example), I gotta coochie, and I need dual stimulus BUT my clit is overly sensitive so it hurts to be touched on p much all of it except specific spots! So for someone like me, I like rabbit vibrators (that provide dual stimulus) or a hitachi wand + dildo combo to control pressure!
That's just an example! So let's say ya gotta coochie. Let's say you love clitoral stimulus and you like it HARD. I reccomend Lovense vibrators! Personally, the Domi which is FAB. Lush can be a lot of fun too and they're adding a bunch of new toys! (Also they have vibrating anal plugs and dildos too if you want internal!)
P much for vibrators I reccomend Lovense bc their quality is FAB, they're rechargeable, most are waterproof, you can control them off your phone (you or ur partner or friend or even a stranger), and you can change their intensity on the app so it can go softer or harder!
If you're newer to toys, tbh I just started with Spencer's bc A. Cheap and B. You can learn what toys you like without going high end first and feeling like you wasted money on a toy you hate!
Also, before you buy ANY toys: DO RESEARCH ON MATERIAL TYPES AND HOW TO CLEAN THEM! I cannot stress that enough! And don't share ur toys unless u put a condom on them, u can transfer bacteria that way! And if you like anal, do NOT use a dildo that you use vaginally for anal! Have a designated toy For anal. DO LOTS OF RESEARCH BEFOREHAND!!!
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cast ur votes now on the next cm character analysis essay i should do!! i had so much fun w the emily one so either send asks or reply to this post
(top contenders currently are hotch and spencer but i am open to any and all suggestions [just keep in mind its easier to break down and critique inconsistent character designs rather than consistent and well written ones e.g. derek and penelope as much as i love them] )
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The New Years Fic Writers and Readers Ask Game
i wasnt tagged but i really wanted to do this so here it is!
What was your biggest writing/reading achievement this year?
im glad that im still writing in the first place tbh. ive read more fanfic this year than i have in my entire life for obvious reasons. but im glad i finally wrote an angst piece for the first time in my life. also almond poppy see muffins is my literal child (as well as @enchantedamusedslightlyconfused ‘s, we co-parent)
What did you learn about yourself as a writer/reader this year?
i learned that my reader inserts are more of me inserts and that isnt necessarily a bad thing considering i mostly write for myself, i had just never thought of that. also slightly nsfw but i learned that reading smut makes me sleepy?? so i started reading smut before bed lol
Did you dive into something familiar or try something new this year?
familiar: yeah fluff is like a go to for me in whatever fandom. new: DEFINITELY i started writing for kells in 2020 (can you believe) and i also started writing for spencer reid :) many nice new things
Share a comment (if a writer) or story (if a reader) that lifted your spirits this year?
i love every comment people leave me (i also read all the tags) and i compile all the ones that i like to look back on with the tag #beautiful people on my blog, but ive also been told by a couple different people that they re-read my stuff which is insanely mind boggling so yeah
as for stories theres two mgk ones i go back to whenever im going thru a rough time: fit by my side by @angrylizardjacket and vegas run by @harringtonstudios
as for criminal minds, ive got my bookmarks on ao3 for my favs on there but my ultimate favorite writers are @reidscanehand and @write-orflight who are only on tumblr as far as i know so i felt like i need to include them :) anything these two writers post i will read no questions asked
What are you grateful for?
in general? being alive and healthy. but a lot of good things happened to me this year (as well as some really really shitty stuff but oh well). the best thing that happened to me this year no doubt was meeting @enchantedamusedslightlyconfused i love you with my whole heart jordan
im also grateful for kells, he helped me in a way no artist ever has. if u had asked me a year ago if i even liked rap i would have laughed in ur face i kid you not. he changed me along with so many things this year and i truly feel like im the best version of myself that has ever existed
im also eternally grateful for content creators, musicians and youtubers and designers, but specifically fandom content creators. if ur reading this and u r one, know that i am so grateful for you.
and my nephew. he cute as fuck.
Have your style (writer) or tastes (reader) changed this year?
im not entirely sure? i feel like with every piece i write i get better. in the sense that its a bit more realistic than when i first started writing. i know my fluff pieces are insanely fluffy and out of reach and very fan girly i truly understand, but it used to be so much worse. so overall i feel like my writing has gotten more realistic, which im proud of.
as a reader, i hoped i could see the appeal of angst this year but i dont think i ever will.
What’s the first thing you want to read or write this year?
i dont think i wanna have writing/reading goals this upcoming year. 2020 was the worst year of my life, but just cuz the clock struck midnight on the 31st doesnt mean that the shit show is over. so i hope that if i do continue writing this year, i do it when im ready.
Anything new you want to try in 2021?
writing wise (again if i even do keep writing this year), maybe work on some ocs. ive never done that before. itll probably still be incredibly self indulgent but something new. and possibly write a few more soulmate!au’s because those bring me such joy
Do you have any fic resolutions?
i hope i never feel pressured to write anything this year.
im tagging @enchantedamusedslightlyconfused @angrylizardjacket @harringtonstudios @storiesforallfandoms @uhuhuh and if u werent tagged and u want to do this i genuinely mean it when i say consider urself tagged by me and tag me in ur post!!
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hi my name is jinx monsoon and i don’t know the art of brevity but this has been one of my shortest intros to DATE!!! so, i’m proud.
Is that MARY MCLEARY? Wow, they do look a lot like CHLOE BENNET. I hear SHE is an EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended LUXOR Academy. Word is they are a(n) ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be RELENTLESS and BRUTALLY HONEST, but on the bright side they can also be LOYAL and HUMOROUS. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.
CHARACTER INSPO: Margo Hanson ( The Magicians ), Gina Linetti ( B99 ), Spencer Hastings ( PLL ), Cristina Yang ( Grey’s Anatomy ), Amelia Pond ( Doctor Who ), Rachel Green ( FRIENDS ), Ben Wyatt ( Parks & Rec ), Amanita Kaplan ( Sense8 ), Ella Lopez ( Lucifer ), Nadia Vulvokov ( Russian Doll )
INFO: → pinterest playlist
ABOUT:
born to may and peter mcleary, into a life of wealth, luxury, politics in a very uppity part of london. mary never tried to be a rebel or rebellious to spite her parents, she just was. she was always too loud, too vibrant, asking too many questions, and her parents were v like???? can’t you just follow directions??? *john mulaney voice* NO she can’t!
[ INTERNALIZED RACISM TW ] her mother, an chinese woman who was the perfect socialite, who worked harder than her husband just to assimilate & compensate for the color of her skin because racism was always alive, always around every corner and she would not look like a fool, would use skin lightening creams on both her and her daughter, something mary will never ever forget. the desperation. the need to fit in. the ambitious nature which everyone in her family had, though not all of them really thought for themselves. her brother was a prime example ( her brother who’s autistic, was pushed by mary’s parents even harder than mary was as the first born son, the oldest ).[ END INTERNALIZED RACISM TW ]
she definitely played at being a perfect daughter, showed up to functions etc, but the minute they could they shipped her off to boarding school. like any child, mary wanted her parents love, wanted them to be proud of her, her older brother was the perfect kid in her eyes and he deserved not to have to carry that alone on his shoulders – so a life long struggle of trying to please her parents while still being true to herself began. mary did so WELL in school. mary knew how to meet and exceed expectations, she knew that she had to do twice as well, work twice as hard, as her white counterparts to get taken seriously – which, she didn’t even give a fuck about because she was hilarious, very much not serious so much of the time, but she had to keep her parents happy!! she’s a perfectionist too!!
while some people might’ve found life long friends, love, etc at boarding school – once again mary was a bit different. all the children who also had posh, rich parents, the ones she knew her parents would want her to be friends with were all fucking TERRIBLE. they were racist! they made such ugly comments! and mary just???? was not about it?? mary bit her tongue a lot, but she hated it, so instead of continuing to do so – she just fucking secluded herself. mary saw these kids, saw how her life was supposed to be, how it was going to be, and it weighed on her – she was vibrant, herself, sure, but what was the point of sharing that when she was just gonna be rejected for it? ( mary’s got a bit of an ego! cause at the end of the day she’s like im a rich kid too my dad’s saved ur politicians parents asses so! ). at school, she cultivated a love of graphic design and computers, photography, retreating further into her love of comics, fantasy & sci fi, etc. posts her edits on tumblr and has QUITE a large following on many social media sites also due to her fame on vine when she was younger.
she was real happy tbh. she kept to herself a lot and a lot of the rich kids who she grew up with were kind of booty tickled about it because they thought she was snubbing them, when in all actuality, she was trying to maintain her sanity having to deal with their posh asses.
something happened at that boarding school resulting in a lot of trauma but that’s one secret i’ll never tell ....xoxo ...gossip girl
mary was diagnosed with PTSD because of the incident and ended ‘leaving’ her old school and coming to luxor. people probs wonder why she’s starting a new school as a senior in another COUNTRY but she just says she needed the stamp on her passport. or that she needed a change. or that she’s an undercover agent for MI6. or that she ate too many hot cheetos once and the farts from it ruined her rep. it’s like a spinning a wheel, you’ll probs never get the truth out of her!
couldn’t care less about the luxor versus carnifex BS, she’s literally like trying to get through her last year of fucking high school and yeah she’s gonna have a good time but she’s also just not that?? loyal to the school?? so she’s not about to fight people??
she’s a libra/virgo cusp and i stand by that OKAY!!!
is a great cook and LOVES food, has an instagram just for all the places she travels and food galore
mary is bi bi bi ( bye bye )
i’m stopping myself here because otherwise i could go on ALL DAY ABOUT HER SO! we stopping! if you’d like to plot please like this and ill come to you!!
CLASSES:
Creative Writing
Latin
Advanced Anthropology
US History
Web Design
Baking
Yoga ( where she makes a fool out of herself time and time again! )
EXTRACURRICULARS:
NHS
Photography
GSA
She’s new so she’s really trying to get the lay of the land!
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hi there guys! i am so so excited to join this group and i can’t wait to meet yall and plot with you! my name’s lily, i’m 19, n i’m currently in the est timezone. i love my mini dachshund, twix bars, and everything about my husband harry styles. anyway this is my bby aspen, she’s a brat but i love her! there’s more about her under the cut so if you want to plot or just talk about like… anything you can smash that like button, message me here or on my discord @𝐬𝐭𝐮���𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐨. 𝟏#5964 !
( SABRINA CARPENTER, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) Oh hello, you must be ASPEN SPENCER it’s so nice to meet you. Is it true that you’re a SEVENTEEN year old LEGACY student and in your SIXTH YEAR? I should warn you, rumour has it you’re pretty DRAMATIC & MANIPULATIVE but I think you’re really CHARISMATIC & INTELLIGENT - people like to gossip around here, but you’ll find out for yourself. Let me show you to CHAMBERLAIN HALL.
ok aspen is.... a spoiled lil brat tbh
she was born in aspen, colorado, which is why she’s named aspen. her parents were on vacation from london when she was born.
her parents divorced when she was three and her mom moved back to her hometown of london when aspen was five. her mom has since made her way through a string of men but has not remarried. she still uses the title, although they are divorced. her mother’s a bit of a social climber, which annoys aspen to no end.
her dad is like,, rich,,, but from titles. he doesn’t work, but has a lot of money based on this handed-down position. he’s the kind of guy to think designer clothes replaces a visit. not that aspen minds, honestly. she’s very close with her mom but she doesn’t really care about her dad besides the gifts he sends.
if aspen had a label, it would be the sovereign. i imagine her having a relatively high social status at bodley manor, and thinks of herself as a queen bee type. she definitely has been going to bodley as long as possible in order to get away from her family situation.
her social media is perfect. very aesthetic, follower ratio on point - she curates her feeds to perfection. i made a little page for her if you’re interested in checking it out - click here!!
i haven’t sent in her clubs/activities yet? oops. but i imagine her as a centre forward on the footie team, suiting her aggressive nature. she also plays tennis and is surprisingly good (years of training will do that). as far as clubs, she’s involved in ballet, dance, and events committee.
she’s actually really smart?? but she chooses to hide it. she’d rather surprise people after they underestimate her. she does it a lot and it never fails to make her laugh. she also doesn’t really like the expectations and stereotypes that come with being a smart girl. she’d rather people think of her as cunning.
the only time she does use her smarts to her advantage is when she’s dragging people. she loves coming up with witty comebacks
the most manipulative person you will ever meet. will do or say anything to make you think she’s on your side. aspen is always looking out for number 1.
once she actually likes you though... she’s the most loyal person ever. this girl’s a ride or die
the icy front is honestly just an exterior. she keeps herself really guarded, mostly because she doesn’t want to be abandoned or hurt by someone she loves. inside... she’s a sweet sof bean tbh she just wants to be loved!! she’s a little bit of a nerd, a little goofy, and sweet. but you will never see that side of her unless you’re really close to her.
odds and ends: an eye rolling Queen. always wears at least one pink item (because her idol is elle woods from legally blonde and pink is her power color). secretly loves photography and the #aesthetic. dreams of going back to america for college. loves old movies, especially ones with audrey hepburn.
some wanted connections:
girl squad - just some ppl she rly vibes with, u know
exes - on good terms or bad, just could be super fun
fwb/ex-fwb - listen i love drama bring me the love interests
crush - bc u KNOW this lovey dovey bitch got one !! bonus points if its an opposites attract type situation
frenemies/rivals - bc aspen is DRAMATIC and honestly, she prob got a few of these!!
almost step-siblings - ok this sounds a lil weird but hear me out. so aspen’s mom is kind of a serial dater and hasn’t really settled down with anyone, but imagine if she almost did, and aspen and ur muse were set to be stepsiblings until the relationship fell through. did they hate each other or was it fun? lets figure it out!
anyway that’s pretty much it !!! message me if u want to plot i will luv u forever <3
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1. what otps in ur fandoms do you just not get?
gmw: welllllll, there are some things i don’t ship but like i understand why ppl ship riley/lucas, i just happen to… not…, but josh/maya for me i’m just like ???, i don’t get farkle/maya bc they are just such a friendship or lucas/smackle
doctor who: missy/doctor, i actually get master and doctor more tbh, i don’t know, anyone who ships martha/doctor or donna/doctor, clara/missy
harry potter: sirius/james is so aggressively platonic to me as is ron/harry, hermione/harry, draco/harry, draco/hermione, pansy/hermione (bc i just don’t like shipping hermione with ppl who are offensive to her)
lost: sawyer/juliet i just don’t see any development
supergirl: oh god, uhhh kara/james i just feel like he was boxed into her love interest and i really like his guardian storyline now that he doesn’t have to be that, but like the lack of screentime is appalling, alex/max obviously, i used to think they were cute but kara/mon el, and barry/kara is too much of a brotp
ouat: emma/regina, i just didn’t get it also emma/neal, killian/belle is too much of a brotp, and rumple/belle is eh
pll: aria/ezra that is ILLEGAL
backstage: miles/alya yIKES, also just can’t feel it for bianca/jax, also miles/julie and sasha/carly or sasha/vanessa, or carly/vanessa they jsut feel platonic to me plus they crazy
timeless: i don’t get lucy/flynn
scream: i can’t get into brooke/stavo or audrey/gina or noah/audrey
dance academy: ben/kat…… why must kat (a Gay) suffer
2. are there any popular fandom otps that you only brotp?
gmw: i highkey adore the idea of brotp riley/lucas and farkle/smackle
harry potter: for whoever ships harry/hermione i brotp that, or like draco and harry, i love the idea of friendship but idk about romance
supergirl: ehhhh kara and james i adore as a friendship
ouat: emma/regina but i’m honestly meh on the whole show rn
pll: spencer/aria i guess??? also i guess hanna/caleb but idk
backstage: every straight ship and carly and vanessa
scream: noah/audrey are the best brotp ever buuuuutttt not romantic
dance academy: kat and sammy and tara/christian
3. any fandoms that don’t appeal to you?
supergirl fandom is messed up, i like the teen wolf fandom but i’ve seen lots of drama lmao, pll idk
4. have you ever unfollowed someone? why?
i unfollowed someone who shipped snape/hermione, someone who was just spewing hate on the sg fandom and was majorly pro snape, and someone who was super happy that la la land got their oscar taken away from them. - to clarify. not that moonlight won. not that la la land didn’t, that they got to watch the oscar get ripped out of la la land’s hands and see their disappointment on screen. as a creator that just… rubbed me the wrong way. but i don’t really unfollow too many.
questions designed to make you hate me!
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for the talk abt ur muse thing!! prudence, spencer, and/or ferris
All of them!! Why not?!?!
Prudence Gillies:
Prudence is honestly my lost puppy muse. She’s kind of new to my line-up, but I instantly fell in love with her. She’s an interior design and has a somewhat bad case of the ‘neat freaks.’ She’s pretty uptight about everything in her life. That one scene in Skam when Eskild says that all Noora needs to cheer up is dick pretty much sums her up perfectly.
Honestly all the girl needs is someone who’s willing to deal with her craziness, because it’s going to take some therapy that she’s not currently getting to change her at this point. the lovely @chibs1x1 plays River, Prudence’s new roommate who she found on craigslist. She needs River to live in her crazy tighty apartment because she began renting her current apartment with her dick of an ex who ended up cheating on her. She’s also a pretty bad shopaholic and can’t afford her life of luxury. She’s a little bit wild and I’m still trying to exactly find out how I want to play her, but I really love all the HCs I’ve come up with so far!!
Ferris Tomlin
Ferris is one of my newest muses. The wonderful @shimmerwrites and I haven’t even started their first thread yet, but dare I say he’s already climbing to be one of my faves. Ferris is really great because as the queen of fuckboys, it’s nice to play a nice, innocent boy for once.
Ferris was chilling with his best friend Tyler one day swiping on Tinder like they always do. Once Tyler passed out, he decided to just keep on swiping since he wasn’t tired. He get’s to Tyler’s brother Julian and as one does, he swipes right. It’s just the right thing to do. But then he matches with him and he’s super confused because there is NO WAY he actually likes Ferris....right?!?!?!?! One ‘U up? XP’ later and Ferris is dating his best friend’s brother.....dating might not be the best way to phrase it. Fucking is more fitting. But Ferris hasn’t been with a guy like Julian....and he might fall for him a little too hard....whoops! Also wish me luck because this is the first time I’m playing a bottom!!
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J Edward Khrist is at Lincoln Financial Field.
Sophia James
[text] Eden says hi from the sofa at home.
J Edward Khrist
[text] whatd you do to her?
Sophia James
[text] I didn't do anything to her. It's just that time of night. She'll be alright in a few minutes when that bottle is ready and she's on her way to sleep.
J Edward Khrist
[text] I don't know. I think ur being mean to her.
Sophia James
[text] I'm going to be mean to you here in a little bit...
J Edward Khrist
[text] as you are so prone to being...
Sophia James
[text] got a package in today... from adoreme.com...
J Edward Khrist
[text] yeah?
Sophia James
[text] Don't let your brother have a view of the phone when you get an image attachment in about a half hour.
J Edward Khrist
[text] he won't stop buying me beer. This is peer pressure aaaand I have hiccups.
Sophia James
[text] He's employed by me tonight. I want you drunk tonight. >:]
J Edward Khrist
[text] deception.
Sophia James
[text] Team work.
J Edward Khrist
[text] drawlin
Sophia James
[text] What time will you be in, you think?
J Edward Khrist
[text] just had half time. Tack on bout 30 minutes for traffic.
Sophia James
[text] But what time will you be... in?
J Edward Khrist
[text] half past thirteen.
Sophia James
[text] What does that mean???? :[
J Edward Khrist
[text] means I fucking love you.
Sophia James
[text] I love you too. Eden is down for the count and I have a question for you.
J Edward Khrist
[text] okay.
Sophia James
[text] Black or red?
J Edward Khrist
[text] fuck I dunno.
Sophia James
[text] Okay. Second question: How's your tongue feeling about right now?
J Edward Khrist
[text] fine?
Sophia James
[text] Third question: How do you want to find me when you get home?
J Edward Khrist
[text] uhh...the same way I always find you?
Sophia James
[text] Okay.
J Edward Khrist
[text] I'm going to need the question rephrased in a question.
Sophia James
[text] I'm not good at this. :\
J Edward Khrist
[text] you're plenty good at this.
Sophia James
[text] That was my text flirting...
J Edward Khrist
[text] I know it was I'm messing wit by you.
Sophia James
[text] I spent half the evening reading websites about how to sext with your husband when he's away...
J Edward Khrist
[text] you researched. What's your conclusion?
Sophia James
[text] That I'm not good at this and I'm much better with my lips on your skin than I am hinting at it.
J Edward Khrist
[text] I think you're fine.
Sophia James
[text] Are you good at it?
J Edward Khrist
[text] if I'm sober
Sophia James
[text] Drunk you has to be better than sober me.
J Edward Khrist
[text] stop being so hard on yourself all the time. That's my job.
Sophia James
[text] I love you. I can't wait until you're home.
J Edward Khrist
[text] I love you too hun.
Sophia James
[text] Have you thought sexy thoughts of me while you've been gone?
J Edward Khrist
[text] lil hard to right now but on the ride home I'll warm dinner for ya.
Sophia James
[text] I like the sounds of that.
J Edward Khrist
[text] I got you.
Sophia James
[text] I'll see you when you get home, my love.
J Edward Khrist
[text] on my way up now.
Sophia James
[text] I. Need. You.
J Edward Khrist
[text] forgot the floor there for a minute.
Sophia James
[text] How drunk are you?
J Edward Khrist
[text] I've lived here for 5 years.
Sophia James
Instead of returning the text, she got up from the bed, finding her robe within the door of the closet that she would pull on. Tying it at her waist, she walked through the space to find the front door where she would unlock it and open it, waiting for him, preparing for a very drunken husband.
J Edward Khrist
Walking down the hall as he fished for his keys, reaching out in curiosity as all people had to assure the door was locked. Feeling it give, he'd guide if open. Keys in hand as he'd toss them on the side table as he hadn't driven himself anyway clearly.
Sophia James
Meeting him there at the door, she'd watch as he tossed his keys to the side table, stepping forward to secure the door once he was within. Drawing a breath, she was there at his side, her hand finding his lower back as her other hand drew to his to draw it around her own frame, guiding him to their bedroom. "Did you have a nice time?" she asked, taking care to guide him through the space without harm to him that may have come from table or doorway.
J Edward Khrist
"Hi there." As if he had never seen her there in his home before as she drew him in quickly. Hearing her question, he'd nod. Watching each careful step as he stole a gentle kiss from her. "I did. How was your night with the nugget?"
Sophia James
Working with him to bring him within the bedroom safely, she'd guide him to the edge of the bed where she would encourage him to sit before she was finding her knees before him, working at his shoes. "She did fine. Went down a little past ten and got up at two. Should sleep on through about six or seven, I'd imagine," she offered, as he had missed nothing in the first night he'd ventured out.
J Edward Khrist
"Mmm." He hummed, as her penchant for sleep definitely wasn't from him. Letting her get his shoes as he sat down and his hands found his knees.
Sophia James
Removing his shoes from his feet, she'd hear his hum and glance up to look towards him as her hands came there over his at his knees before she was rising to her feet. Gently squeezing his hands for a moment before her hands were finding the lower hem of his shirt, guiding it up and off of him as she did her best to help him get comfortable.
J Edward Khrist
Feeling her hands over his, he'd draw his hands upwards as she worked on his shirt. Allowing her to work it off of him. "Well, I'm glad she didn't give you too much trouble. I'd hate to have to set her straight..."
Sophia James
Helping him with his shirt, she listened as he spoke. Drawing off his shirt entirely, she met his eyes a moment later as that shirt was laid on the bed beside him. "Set her straight?" she asked, a soft shake of her head there a moment later. "No. You're off the hook tonight," she stated honestly as she encouraged him to lay down by the guiding of her hands.
J Edward Khrist
"Good." He stated simply as it spared them both though he was only teasing. Feeling the encouragement of her hand. He'd allow himself down against the bed without much fighting it.
Sophia James
A soft laugh passed her lips as her hand drew to the button of his jeans. Working at the fabric to guide it down his legs and free of him. "I'm glad you had a nice night out with your brother though," she offered honestly as she rid him of the jeans entirely.
J Edward Khrist
"Too many be-" hiccups. "ers." He hummed as he felt her at his jeans, using his hands to allow his hips upwards. "My male stripper days..."
Sophia James
Listening as he went on, she couldn't help the soft laugh that seemed to remain there at her lips. "Alright," she agreed, bringing the blanket there to his side where he could draw it over if he'd like to, but not forcing it as she gathered his jeans and shirt into her hands. Leaning over him, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips before she was pulling back to meet his eyes. "I love you and I missed you tonight."
J Edward Khrist
Watching her as she took up his clothes and she'd speak, he'd smile gently. "I love you too." He stated honestly as his hands reached for his pillow and his head lifted to tuck it under his head.
Sophia James
As he made himself comfortable, she'd press her lips to his forehead before making her way to put his clothes in the hamper. "Do you need anything while I'm up?" she asked, looking back towards him.
J Edward Khrist
"Nah, you can walk to the door real slow though." He offered, a light smirk to him as he intended to watch her.
Sophia James
Hearing his request, a soft smirk took her features. "And once I get to the door?" she asked, her eyes there to his as she waited for further instruction.
J Edward Khrist
"Pro'lly ain't gonna be able to see from there so it's all you." He'd confess as he looked up at her. Never would she be able to find a bigger fan of her then the man who occupied that bed.
Sophia James
Hearing his words, she'd nod her head softly, agreeing to walk to the door slowly for him, even if she had no business beyond that door in the moment. Yet for him, she'd find it. Walking slowly to the door, she paused within the door frame, entirely for his benefit before she was looking back over her shoulder towards him before making her way through the doorway and deciding to check in on Eden one more time before returning to bed where she had begun.
J Edward Khrist
Chuckling to himself as her eyes found his as he'd wait out her absence. Reaching for the remote as she was gone to pull up the TV from the bottom of the bed.
Sophia James
Just a moment away, the little one slept peacefully in her bed where her mother would pause to admire her for a silent moment before she was drawing the door nearly closed and returning to the room in which she had begun. Finding the television elevated, she made her way to her own dresser, withdrawing a tshirt and pair of normal panties, saving the black beneath her robe for another time. Silently finding her way to the bathroom, she closed the door behind her where she'd shed her robe as well as the lingerie she'd worn that night for him.
Johnny William
Using that one hand of his to push her shirt up and watching her shed it. Eagerly pressing his lips to her bare shoulder. His fingers still steadily sweeping over her as the man was still fully dressed as she'd surely feel pressed up to him as his hips would gently roll to hers.
Spencer James
Once her shirt was gone, she knew she should take to the task of freeing him from his, yet the feeling of him deep within her was too good to be stopped, even for the moment it would take to turn around. Giving into the position of his design instead, she'd want those clothes gone from him eventually, and yet for now, she was entirely satisfied to be completely bare to him and at the will of his hands all the same. Feeling the roll of his hips to her own, the press of his lips to her newly bared skin, a heated sigh fell from her lips as she looked back over her own shoulder. Desire flashed through hazel eyes as her hand gripped the bedding there before her, forcing her hips against his own as the focus of his deft fingers had her release already gripping her from deep within her own core.
J Edward Khrist
Brows would furrow as she slipped into the bedroom to get changed privately. Figuring she maybe just wasn't feeling it anymore at the sight of his drunk ass which he could definitely understand. Flipping on sportscenter as he laid the remote down. Tucking his hands under his pillow and under his head.
Sophia James
Standing in the bathroom, she stared into the mirror for a long moment, the thoughts in her head too loud to be ignored. Finally, she'd draw on the t-shirt and slip into the simple panties, gathering the other items into her hands before coming out of the bathroom to place them in her top dresser drawer. Hanging her robe on the closet door where it belonged, she walked around the bed to her side where she'd find her way there beside him where he watched television. If it hadn't been for its appearance, she might have thought him interested yet returning to the room from Eden's to find it there before them, she would take it as a silent sign that the mood had been lost either by his late arrival, his drunken state, or her inability to properly sext. Regardless, she'd find her way to his side just the same, her hand coming against his bare chest as her head found his arm, not needing a shift in his position to make herself comfortable against him. "Did your brother have a nice time?" she asked softly as she settled there against him.
J Edward Khrist
Thinking a different thing all together as he had only been keeping himself busy in the meantime and didn't see the television as a complete ceasefire. Watching her return where his attention that quickly shifted to her. Curiously watching her as she'd slip in beside him. Allowing his arm around her shoulders as she found his chest. Hearing her question where he shrugged. "I dunno. Fucker don't smile." He confessed as he pressed his lips to her temple before pressing his head to the side of hers.
Sophia James
Soph's own interaction with John had been scarce at best, never having noticed the man smile, but only thinking him uncomfortable in her presence as she and Judas had kept so much to themselves over the course of their relationship, that others hadn't really gotten a chance to know her as she remained just as reserved as she had been for the last several years. "Does he never?" she asked, having thought that perhaps he did in moments with his brother and those he was more comfortable with. Feeling his kiss there to her temple before his head was there against her own, she drew in the scent of the man as she settled into an alternative that would not have her at all disappointed.
J Edward Khrist
"No." He answered honestly there to her. Eyes closed as he inhaled an even breath. "He piss faces and grunts." Judas explained as his free arm found her waist. His other drawn over her shoulder gently rubbing over her back.
Sophia James
Feeling him draw around her entirely, the television played on in the background without a single set of eyes taking it in. "Even when he's happy?" she asked, finding it strange at the very least as her own hand followed the structure of his chest to find his side where she was drawing into him just as intently as he did to her.
J Edward Khrist
"You'll never know when he's happy." He returned to her at her curiosity at to the oddity which was his younger brother. Remaining there to her as he'd hum low. "I'm sorry I'm drunk and it ruined your plans. I wouldn't want a drunk dude slobberin' on me neither." He'd admit empathetically.
Sophia James
Hearing him shift from that of his brother to that of her failed plans, she offered a soft smile. "You didn't ruin my plans," she confessed as her hand drifted down his side against his ass as she pulled herself further into him. "And you're welcome to 'slobber' on me any time you wish," she reminded him as her lips found the curve of his neck. "I'm sorry your wife is terrible at sexting and couldn't set the mood properly if there was a gun to her head," she returned softly as this one was on her.
J Edward Khrist
"I did though." He reminded her, as she had changed her clothing and her disposition all together and that much was evident. Hearing her mention sexting, not even able to recall what she had done so evidently terrible. "I don't know what you're talking about." He admitted as he felt her at his neck.
Sophia James
"You didn't though," she reminded him in return as she would not allow him to take anything on himself and she had not drawn from him entirely, nor would she. "You don't remember me trying to sext with you earlier?" she asked, her hand smoothing down the back of his thigh as her lips remained to the curve of his neck.
J Edward Khrist
"I remember that but I don't remember..." pausing, not sure how to phrase that was the man was blatantly confused. "Like...thinking there was something wrong with it." He attempted with ease.
Sophia James
"I wanted to say all of these things that would have you coming through the door ready for me, wanting me, and me laying here, ready for you," she confessed, the vulnerability thick in that statement as she did not attempt to hold back from him in this regard. "I built it all up and created unrealistic expectations along the way when really, it wasn't even necessary," she confessed as her lips found his neck once more and her hand gripped at the waistband of his boxers. "I just really missed you tonight," she offered honestly.
J Edward Khrist
"I did though." He pointed out, the root of his confusion at best. A gentle shake of his head at the suggestion of unrealistic expectations as he had no clue how those things had been unrealistic and why she was being so hard on herself as he felt her at his boxers. "I missed you too." He confessed as she remained to his neck and his own lips pressed to her shoulder.
Sophia James
Feeling his kiss there to her shoulder, she hummed softly under his admission that he had come home wanting her, yet she recalled the feeling she had upon his arrival only proving to her that he had been right all along and she was the one whose mindset had shifted. It all made sense to her in that moment as it had been her concern for his safety that had altered it all before it had even begun. Her hand drew up his back, stealing the touch of the man there before her as she drew in the scent of him there at the curve of his neck.
J Edward Khrist
Still having wanted her long after that as he had continued flirting with her as she left. It was her return that had altered something that he couldn't he couldn't be sure of. Yet, he'd let it go. Having no clue by that point. Feeling her at his neck as his own hand found the back of her own.
Sophia James
Feeling his hand to the back of her neck, she sighed softly against his skin as she drew one leg between his where her thigh would press upwards against him. "Do you want Sports Center... or do you want me?" she asked, a flirtation there seeping into her voice as all was not lost, nor would it ever be for the two of them as it would take so very little to have her mind right back where it had been, only this time without the awkwardness of her sexting inabilities.
J Edward Khrist
"I turned the TV on when you left. You didn't tell me where you were goin' and I thought you might have had to feed the baby or pump or somethin'. I haven't looked at it since you've been here." He reminded the woman, even though it was directly under them. The man was invested and it would take more than that to catch him slipping. "It was never like that." He stated, finding himself sobering up quickly at the suggestion of not being entirely invested in her.
Sophia James
Hearing him speak on the situation as it was, she'd come to realize it had been all on her. The guilt of it would easily weigh heavy on her as she'd failed at sexting and then failed at reading the situation as it was just the same. Burying her face in the curve of his neck, she released a guilty sigh as she let the weight of it grip her for the moment as she struggled with how she had fucked up so badly.
J Edward Khrist
Feeling her finding his neck seemingly in submission. Not sure what to do for her in that moment as it just wasn't happening that night and that would be alright. But he couldn't fathom the concept of letting her think it was him. "It's okay." He managed simply, submitting to the basics of it as he rubbed over her back. "Shit happens."
Sophia James
It hadn't been gone entirely or she wouldn't be there against him in the way that she was, but as she heard him say that shit happens, she'd know, only making that guilt even worse as she'd seen it as salvageable. Feeling his hand there to her back, she remained hidden there at his neck, attempting to find her way only to find that it was gone and it was at her own doing.
J Edward Khrist
"There's nothing to be sorry over." He insisted a she held her into him still. Clearly there was nothing he could do to fix it yet his mind would go on the possibilities on how to calm her down. To level with her and get into her head. Eyes sweeping over the ceiling with nothing more than the flash of light in the room as it seemed like they might have needed a little help getting there. "You wanna go take a bath with me?"
Sophia James
She had a million things to be sorry for and they all started with what she had done wrong, understood wrong, perceived wrong. As she felt him there against her, she'd hear his question that would finally have her drawing back from his neck for the first time in some time where her eyes would meet his. Giving up a gentle nod of her head, she'd agree without pause. "I would really like that," she stated honestly as she drew in a breath as her hand found the side of his face.
J Edward Khrist
Finally getting something, he'd exhale a slow breath. Not sure how he had managed that one but he was grateful he had as he looked down towards her. "Alright..." he began, slowly leaning up so he could get that started for her.
Sophia James
As he slowly lifted up, she would release him to do so, even if she really just wanted to stay in his hold indefinitely. Her touch was lingering as she did not readily let go of him, looking towards the man who could seemingly fix anything. Her words of apology still burned at her lips as she let her hands withdraw entirely, sitting up as well where she would rise a moment later from the bed.
J Edward Khrist
"No." He stated, knowing she was about to do it again. Pressing his lips gently back to hers instead to solve her oral fixation for that moment before he'd draw from her and the bed all together. Walking to the adjoining bathroom where he was walking within and towards the bathtub. Hitting the appropriate knobs as he checked for temperature.
Sophia James
Feeling his kiss silence her as he seemed to know she'd need it, she was left slightly stunned for a moment, long enough for him to get up from the bed and find his way into the bathroom. As she heard the water start, she stood from the bed, her hands coming there to the bottom of her t-shirt, removing it and letting it fall to the floor followed by the fabric of her own panties. Never one to just leave clothes on the floor, she would do so now as she came up behind him in the bathroom, her hands finding his boxers where she would slowly lower them as her kiss found the center of his back.
J Edward Khrist
Feeling her find her place behind him and at his boxers. Drawing them down as he could imagine she was already free of hers from behind him. Her lips to his back noted. "Hi, baby."
Sophia James
Hearing him greet her as her lips found his back, she released the boxers to allow gravity to steal them from her a moment later. Pressing her body to his back, he'd find confirmation of what he thought in that moment as her hands smoothed over his sides. "Hi, baby," she whispered softly, finding that all they really needed was a shift of scenery, to get out of that headspace, and find something that looked a lot more like what she'd had in mind in the first place.
J Edward Khrist
Feeling her there to his back as she touched over his sides and he watched the tub fill. His hands idly laying over hers as they had some time to wait out here until the tub was full.
Sophia James
Feeling his hands find her own, she drew a soft breath there to his back before her lips were finding his flesh once again. Pressing a kiss off to one side of his back as she let her lips find the back of his arm, never doubting they would find a way to pass the time.
J Edward Khrist
Feeling her pressing down the back of his arm as the man watched the tub filling simply. Letting her stay where she was as there had even enough tension there for the two of them.
Sophia James
As her kiss found the back of his arm, she was making her way around him to find his side before she was coming there to his chest where her kisses would continue on. Lifting her eyes to look up towards him as her lips pressed to his skin, her hands smoothed over his chest, finding the change in scenery to be all the two had needed as she had left her failure there against the floor with her shirt and panties and found a bit more of herself here before him.
J Edward Khrist
As she slipped around him, his eyes found hers. Arms gently taking around her shoulders as they'd cross behind her. Feeling her to his chest as his palm would graze her shoulder blade in gentle rotations as the woman stood bare before him. Easily promoting and receiving his touch.
Sophia James
Feeling his arms draw her in, she let the side of her face find his chest as her eyes closed. Drawing in his scent as she stood bare before him, hearing the sounds of the tub filling behind them. Her hands found the sides of his neck, one slipping behind to draw him down to her where she'd simply breathe him in to breathe out her failed efforts in exchange for his successful one there before them.
J Edward Khrist
Pressing his lips to the top of her head as he stood there before her. Resting his chin there as she remained at his chest. Unbothered to move her as there was no need. Holding her into him.
Sophia James
Feeling him there to the top of her head, she would remain in his hold without moving from him as his own design was endlessly better than her own. With one hand to the back of his neck, her other would smooth over the curve of his shoulder, standing in awe of him as she so often did where he would make up for her shortcomings, never allowing failure to reside against her skin for too long.
J Edward Khrist
"Alright." He'd state a few minutes later as they were at the right level. "As good as it's gonna get with my fat ass." He'd comment, bony ribs and all as she'd need to reach out and turn off the water.
Sophia James
Hearing his words where there had only been silence between them, she drew back where she'd look up towards him. "What's as good as it's going to get?" she asked, withdrawing from him as she turned around, leaning over to take care of the water.
J Edward Khrist
"The water level." He explained as he watched her turn around, smirking softly as she leaned over as he couldn't help himself and his perversions as he'd whistle softly to himself.
Sophia James
With the water stopped, she'd rise once again to turn and look to him as a smirk found her features at the sound of that quiet whistle. "Wait until you see it in red," she offered softly, flirting with the idea of what had been under her robe not so long before. Reaching out for his hand, she'd step within the tub, her hand there to bring him along with her.
J Edward Khrist
Considering that was the intent in the first place, he'd nod. Saying nothing further on it. "Look forward to it." He'd conclude simply, attempting to hold back that bit in the first place. His hand to hers to see her within the tub as he'd wait until she had found her place within.
Sophia James
Once she was there within the tub, standing before him, she'd give that tug to his hand to insist that he come within with her before she'd even begun to sit down. Hearing his words on how he was looking forward to it, a soft smile stole her features as she waited for him to step within.
J Edward Khrist
Feeling her tug again, he'd step forward. "Go ahead." He stated, waiting until she got comfortable within as this bath was more for her than t was for him anyway.
Sophia James
She had insisted twice with the tug of her hand there to his only to be told to go ahead. She'd offer a soft nod of her hand as she kept his hand in hers as she lowered herself to the bottom of the tub, taking up a space with her eyes up to his as she bit against her lower tier where she had hoped to join his lips the moment his feet touched the water.
J Edward Khrist
Just wanting her to be comfortable as she found her place. Seeing his end clearly as he'd allow himself within before lowering himself to the opposite side of that tub. Hissing slightly at the temperature of the water. "I feel like a potato. Holy fuck." He stated, not sure how she did it.
Sophia James
As he reacted to the temperature, she had to laugh as he was the one that had set the temperature in the first place. Bringing her feet to either side of him, she drew in around him, her legs wrapping around him as she was far more interested in being close to him than she was to the bath itself. Her hands found the back of his neck as she found a better place than the one she had found on her own, drawing him towards her as she had far better ideas than just a bath. "Hottest potato I've ever seen," she attempted, knowing its failure before it even left her lips.
J Edward Khrist
"Boiled potato to be accurate." He responded at her attempt as she drew onto him and his lap. Waiting for his body to make the adjustment but still amazed by it in reality. "Why did you make me do this to myself?"
Sophia James
Finding a place there against his thighs, finding him far more comfortable than the tub ever could be, she hummed to his question where she'd prefer to find her lips. "Well... you see... I was being a failure in my attempts to seduce my husband that went on to my failure to read a situation at all, and somewhere along the lines, I suppose I lost my ability to realize that the person setting the temperature of the water might set it too high," she teased, pressing her lips to his for but a brief moment before she would trust his hold as she leaned back away from him, while remaining to his lap. Opening the drain valve of the tub, she'd turn on the cold water, allowing some of the hot to flush out while replenishing it with the cooler temperatures before she was back to his lips while the water sorted itself out for the time being.
J Edward Khrist
"Soph." He'd warn as she started up on her fixation for the night as she hadn't failed at anything. That first part looking like a bad reflection on him and he didn't like the suggestion even for a minute. Much less that she was focusing so much on it. Watching her lean back as his arms slipped around her to drain some of the water. Not sure how this would work with them in it before her lips found his. Pressing back to hers with ease.
Sophia James
Hearing her name there on his lips as she returned to him, she felt his lips pressing back to hers where failure was not an option. As the tub drained and filled, replacing the heated water with something that might be more comfortable for him, she simply let her kiss linger there against his lips as her hands found the back of his neck.
J Edward Khrist
Feeling her to his neck as he'd lean gently into her touch and kiss. The water running still behind her as his hands swept down her bare sides to find her hips.
Sophia James
Feeling his hands there to her hips, she drew in firmly to him, her body pressed to his as her lips pressed to his, maintaining the soft nature that always did exist between them.
J Edward Khrist
Thumbs rolling over her hips as he took attentive detail of her. Head slightly tilting to allow a deeper engagement where his tongue was drawing a trace over the part of her lips. Leaving her with the task of turning off that water once more.
Sophia James
She couldn't have thought of that water now, not as his tongue drew at the part of her lips. Her own lips would part a moment later, her tongue drawing through to find his there awaiting her taste just as eagerly as she was seeking his. Her tongue smoothed over his as one hand slipped up within dry locks of hair, gripping to the man intently with no concern for the exchanging of water taking place there behind her.
J Edward Khrist
Losing his interest in the water just as rapidly as he felt her hand wandering to his hair. Keeping his hands there to her as there was no where else he'd rather be then just there with her once they finally worked it all out.
Sophia James
Holding onto the man as she always seemed to do, her tongue smoothed over his before retracting entirely only to be reintroduced a moment later. Her hips shifted there against him as she remained wrapped around him, knowing he'd feel that suggestion even within the water as she put aside any and all other attempts that might've been made and had no issue in handing that victory to him as he was forever at the root of their best moments and this would be no different.
-October 23, 2017
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Bill and Gabe’s Excellent Adventure: A Gen Story
Some people say there was bound to be at least friendly competition. Two famous babies born so close together, it was going to happen. Look at Suri Cruise and Violet Affleck. By the time they were four, they were exchanging insults in the tabloids. The real surprise was that Pete and William were such close friends and it still turned out the way it did. When Ashlee finished peeing on the stick, the first person Pete called after Patrick was William. "So, how did you keep Gen a secret for so long?" People talked, especially in Chicago, but anything surrounding Gen had been mum until well after her birth. "Hello, Pete, it's nice to talk to you as well. Things are going fine here, thank you for asking." William always had to do the polite portion of the conversation. Pete was too busy being his own muse, biggest fan, and harshest critic. "Hey, Bill. Always good to talk to you. How's tricks? Now, how did you keep Gen a secret?" "Oh my God! You knocked her up!" William almost dropped the phone from between his ear and shoulder. "Dude, shut up! There are five people in South Africa who didn't hear you say that." The rest of the conversation was more of the same, William trying to keep from dropping either Gen or the phone while talking to Pete about making an honest woman out of Ashlee. It was a cute little convesation and Pete promised that as soon as little Wentzbryo was hatched, it could have a playdate with Gen. The screeching from Ashlee over the name of her unborn and unplanned miracle halted the conversation before it went any further. * The wedding came and went and so did spring. By mid-summer, Pete was back to making emo blog posts, often talking about how no man was an island but that he'd fight the tide to prove the poets wrong. When no one could figure out what the posts meant, they turned to the one person they knew would be able to help them. "What do you mean you don't understand the post? No man is an island. How were you in AP English, Bill?" Patrick balanced Gen on one hip and let her touch the soundboard in front of him. He looked almost as bad as Pete these days, dark bags under his eyes and hair falling lank beside his face. "All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language blah blah blah. I know all about the interconnectedness of mankind, Patrick, I just want to know what the H-E-double-hockey-sticks he's quoting John Donne for. Especially in relation to proving the tide wrong." Bill pursed his lips and reached for his daughter. He was fairly certain he'd just seen her pull off a knob and put it in her mouth. Patrick just held Gen closer and blew a raspberry on her stomach until she dropped the knob she had indeed taken off the soundboard. "Haven't you ever made a mistake, Bill?" "Well, of course." Bill just rolled his eyes and sat down on Patrick's seat. "Okay, but the difference is that you didn't marry yours." Patrick raised his eyebrows in a way Bill was sure was meant to be significant. "So. OH! You're saying he didn't want to. Whoa. You don't think he'd be with her if it wasn't for the baby?" Bill had not been prepared for that conversation when he went to see Patrick. All he'd wanted was reassurance that Pete wasn't going for another drive in the suburbs. "Come on, do you really think this is someone he really thought he'd spend the rest of his life with?" The look Patrick accompanied the question with was designed to make William feel about two inches tall. "Well. I mean. He talked about her the same way he talked about Jeanae." Bill shrugged off the look. He wasn't Pete's best friend in the entire world, it wasn't up to him to know the inner workings of his mind. "Jesus, Christine lets you out of the house alone with Gen?" Patrick sets the aforementioned baby in Bill's lap and shook his head at him. "Yes, exactly. He talks about her the same way he used to talk about Jeanae. And who did he end up not marrying?" He knelt down in front of Bill and tickled Gen's stomach as she sat on his knee. "Oh. Oh! I get it, all right. So. They're only together because of the baby. That's. Wow." Bill rubbed his hand up and down Gen's back when she started to fuss. "Very good, Bill." Patrick did the unthinkable and removed his hat to allow Gen to play with it. "Gen, when you get older, I want you to start telling your dad that it’s a good thing he’s pretty. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to say it." He kissed the top of her head before she burbled and tried to put the hat on her head. "Hey, don’t go corrupting my daughter. That’s not kosher." Bill stood and cradled Gen to his chest, trying to keep her from reaching out and grabbing at Patrick, or worse, the knobs. "Right, that’s Uncle Gabe’s job." Patrick rolled his eyes and turned his back to Bill. "You two are off to see him, right?" "No, we’re off to see Uncle Travis first. It’s almost naptime and she likes when he raps Public Enemy for her." Bill returned the roll of eyes for an entirely different reason. "And then we’ll go back home and see what Mommy did all day, right Gen?" Bill cooed at his daughter and couldn’t help but to smile when she smiled at him. "Never thought I’d see the day when you were whipped for a kid." Patrick just smiled fondly and ushered the two out of the studio, choosing to ignore the fact that a baby was walking out with his hat. * Nobody blamed Bill. That’s what everyone told him, "we don’t blame you." Christine had wanted to leave, had always wanted to. Even when she and Bill had started dating, she had always said she wanted to leave Illinois, leave the states. The only shock was that she’d done it so quietly and that she hadn’t taken Gen. For the first few weeks after, Bill’s mother had decided to stay with them. She had only wanted to help Bill get on his feet and learn how to properly take care of a baby without someone there to pick up the slack. When that seemed to be failing, she didn’t know who to call but Patrick. "Mrs. Beckett, with all due respect, I’m not sure that him having the baby is the best idea. I mean, he loves her but…" "I know, Patrick, I know. I just don’t know what else I can do. He misses Christine, it’s obvious, but he’s not pulling himself together for the baby." Berniece looked over at her son, sitting in front of the Game Show Network and watching a Bob Barker tell someone to come on down. There was a half-empty bottle of whiskey next to him. He hadn’t touched it in a few hours, but he was still only bordering sobriety. "What he needs is to sober up and realize there’s a kid who is depending on him. Gen shouldn’t be raised by her grandparents, no offense. She’s Bill’s responsibility now and he needs to own up to it." Patrick thought of the visit a few months earlier and shook his head. "You know, you’re right. And I think I know the right way to do that." Berniece nodded to herself and quickly said her goodbyes to Patrick. That night, while Bill slept the deep sleep of the drunk, Berniece went through the apartment and gathered up all the liquor bottles and any questionable baggies she could find. The morning found a sink that smelled like alcohol and thirty dollars of recycling money on the counter, along with a note that read: William, I’ve dumped your liquor out and gone home. It’s time for you to be responsible for this child. She loves you and you won’t even look at her. Christine will be back when she finds what she was looking for and until then, you need to be the strong one for Gen’s sake. I’ve left some formula in the fridge and there are instructions for food taped onto the door. I love you, but I can’t watch this and I won’t take a child away from both of her parents. Mom After a moment, Bill recognized the noise that was filtering through his ear as Gen crying in her crib. He walked into the nursery and looked down at Gen as she wailed up at him. The stench in the room made it clear what her problem was and Bill tried as hard as he could to remember where the new diapers were kept. It had been more than two weeks since he’d even been in the same room as Gen. She looked too much like Christine, all wide smiles and soft blonde hair. After feeding her some formula, Bill rooted under the couch for his cell phone; it was vibrating and Bill couldn't be sure it wasn't his mother calling. There were several messages from Gabe from the past week. bilbo, heard about christine, sorry man. if u need n e thing, txt me. hey, havent heard back, u doing ok? beckett answer ur msgs, jfc. if i dont hear from u 2morrow, im coming there. im @ the airport, b there in 20 mns. The last message had a time stamp of five minutes earlier and Bill nearly dropped Gen again. Gabe was going to be there in a matter of minutes. Thanks in large part to his mother, the apartment wasn't too much of a mess. In fact, the only mess was the nest of a couch Bill had spent the last few weeks on. "Gen, Uncle Gabe is coming. I'm going to put you back in your crib with a bottle and as soon as I figure out why he's here, I'll come get you." Bill wasn't entirely sure why he was instructing her like she could actually understand him but a memory hit him hard for a moment. Gen was in her crib and Bill was babbling at her when Christine had told him not to do that, it was damaging to a child's development. She needed to be spoken to like she was fully cognizant of what she was hearing. Gen just burbled back at him and tugged on his hair before he set her down in her crib. She made the universal sign for 'pick me up!' but Bill had too many other things to worry about. He couldn't understand why Gabe was going to show up. Had he really cut off that much contact with the outside world. He scrolled through the missed calls on his phone. Some time in the past two weeks, he'd found time to answer a call from his mother, a call from the Butcher, and a call from Spencer. He didn't even know how Spencer got the number. Eventually there was a knock on the door. Bill was still looking at his phone, looking at the texts he'd ignored, even one from Tom that said "mike says u wnt answr his msgs. dnt know y u wud answr mine. call him, hes worried." The knock startled him out of his reverie and he walked over to the door. A quick check of the peephole showed him Gabe on the other side practicing some dance moves. Bill had a few choices. He could open the door and allow Gabe in, resulting in some horrible nursing back to health. He could keep the door closed, resulting in Gabe calling his mother and yelling at Bill through the door that he knew he was in there and if he didn't answer, he was calling the cops! After a moment of debate, and Gabe saying 'I know you're in there, Bills, I can hear you moving around', Bill decided to open the door. The worst that could happen was Gabe deciding that he couldn't leave Bill alone for five minutes and then handcuffing him to the bed while he left for groceries. It used to frighten Bill how well he knew Gabe's thought processes. Eventualy, he just chalked it up to having spent too much time around him during a specific period of his life. "William Eugene Beckett, if you ever disappear like that again, I will cut your balls off and feed them to a snake at the zoo." Gabe threw down his bags and wrapped his arms tightly around Bill. Stumbling slightly, Bill took a step back and tried to worm out of Gabe's grip. The physical contact after so long without was almost too much and it made Bill's limbs feel atrophied. Gabe didn't let go and it was all Bill could do to not have a panic attack right there. "I'm sorry." He didn't offer any more of an explanation than that. Gabe could draw his own conclusions when he saw Christine's half of the closet, empty save for the bag containing her prom dress. Gabe just nodded and kept a hand on the small of Bill's back as they walked into the apartment. "And where is the littlest cobra right now?" Gabe looked around the living room, trying not to let himself be distressed when he saw the state of the house. It was like Bill didn't want to clean it up, like if it got messy enough, Christine would have to come back not because this was the apartment she'd left in Bill's charge but because this was the home she'd tried to build with him. "She's in her crib. I-I wanted to talk to you first, before she saw you. I wanted to find out why you were here." Bill didn't meet Gabe's eyes, looking down at the ground instead. There were baskets of clean laundry, something he was left to assume his mother did before she left. Even so, looking at it now with Gabe next to him, Bill realized how much he'd actually let the place go. DVDs were strewn around the TV, out of their cases and just waiting to be scratched. All in all, it looked like Christine had jumped ship and left Bill to fend for himself. "Bills, I'm here because you need me here. Like you invented me in your mind and here I am." Gabe was trying for levity, he was, but he couldn't quite lift the corners of Bill's mouth high enough. "I'm here because you didn't answer and I figured that maybe I could help out around here while you needed it." Gabe shrugged and let go of Bill as they approached Gen's room. Bill just nodded and opened the door, looking at Gen trying to hoist herself up and stand. She grinned at Gabe and looked between the two of them, falling back down and reaching her hands out to them. "She needs a bottle, I think." Bill disappeared into the kitchen as Gabe crossed the room and hoisted her up. Cradling the small child close to him, Gabe paced the room and let her press her ear to his heartbeat. "Don't worry, Gen, we're going to fix this." "Did you say something?" Bill reappeared with a bottle, handing it to Gabe, who recoiled back from it. "What's wrong?" "You have to test it on your wrist." Gabe used his free hand to turn Bill's arm over and tap some of the milk onto it. "Her mouth is sensitive." It was almost as though Bill had forgotten everything about how to take care of a child. He knew all of this, Gabe was aware of how Bill had attended parenting classes. Gabe let Gen curl up to him and rocked her slowly back and forth, allowing her to nod off. "Bill, you can't just let this swallow you up. You have a kid." "Everyone keeps saying that! Everyone keeps saying that but they don't understand what this feels like. Nobody understands what it's like to see a child and think the worst things imaginable. To wish that she wasn't here. That she hadn't been born." Even as Bill was talking, he was reaching out to stroke Gen's hair. "You don't think that. You can't think that." Gabe wrapped a protective arm around Gen. "Come on, you need to sleep or something. I'll clean up around here, just take a nap or something." Gabe continued to hold the sleeping baby as he led Bill to the bedroom. His place in New York is too minimalist to be messy, so he needs to organize the clutter of Bill's apartment. "Do you have a back or chest carrier for her?" Bill was already out like a light. "Okay, Gen. It's time you learn about how to keep an apartment clean." Gabe looked around the living room and settled on putting Gen in a baby romper while he tidied up. * If anyone could've predicted Bill's reaction to Gabe staying there, everyone else would've laughed in his or her face. With someone watching Gen again, Bill returned to his trusty bottle and steady diet of The Price is Right and Wheel of Fortune. Gabe did his best to keep Gen away from it. He had nothing scheduled coming up, so he didn't feel bad about staying there longer than he initially said he was going to stay. A few weeks turned into a few months and before long, he had set up a cot in the living room, and he'd taken the baby monitor with him. No one in Bill's band could say anything because they didn't know what to say. He'd been heartbroken before, but he'd bounced back stronger and better than ever. While Gabe was at home having tea parties with Gen and listening to her babble in a mixture of Baby and English, Mike and Johnny took turns picking Bill up from bars around the city. It wasn't long before everyone was called to a meeting at Bill's place. Even Pete was there, as distracted as he was by the messages constantly coming in on his Blackberry. They'd conferenced in Victoria, Alex, and Nate. Ryland was out buying groceries when the call actually came, but he said he'd be back in half an hour. "Look, guys, we're just going to have to put things on hold for a few months. I want to make sure he- Gen is okay. I mean, she already had Christine leave, I can't just go now. She's used to me." As he spoke into the speakerphone with Mike and Siska at his side, Pete still pacing the kitchen, Gabe clutched Gen protectively. "He'll snap out of it soon, he wasn't ready before and I don't think it's going to be a slap and then he's fine. He just needs a little more time." "Are you sure this isn't you just wanting to be the hero?" Alex's voice sounded very far away through the speakerphone. "No, it is. But. I can't just leave them, okay? I'm sorry and I'll explain it all. Or you guys can come out and visit, but I can't just leave Gen here until I know Bill is okay." Gen was starting to babble in more words now. Pete and Patrick were no longer interchangeable, she'd developed enough of a vocabulary to call Pete "Monkey" and Patrick "Lunch." Needless to say, Patrick still didn't find his nickname amusing. "I'll come out there and I'll check the situation out." Victoria hadn't had much to add to the conversation, but she felt that it was important that she add this. "It's really admirable what you're doing right now, Gabe. I'll back it as long as it doesn't put me out on the streets." "It won't." Gabe felt relief rush through them. As long as she knew what was going on, she'd understand enough to pass the message along to the rest of the band. When he'd hung up, Gabe turned to Mike and Siska. "I'm sorry, I'm doing the best I can with him." "We know, man. It'll take some time. Maybe you should go pick him up tonight and we'll watch Gen." Mike extended his arms to the sleepy baby and grinned when she reached for him in return. BLAHBLAHBLAH Gabe and Bill get together and raise an awesome daughter.
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