#and when she does she goes crazy and hates the color green

[gabityaby]

House of the Dragon is not pseudo feminist

You see, while yes, GoT had a lot more unnecessary sex scenes than was normal at the time (thus earning its reputation) and HotD came to change that, it didn't do it in a way that was meaningless or politically charged as one may come to expect, because while we do get the average nudity expected it's never just for the sake of shock value (yes, that suden scene change to the brothel was kinda shock value but hear me out) anymore, it has within a value to the storytelling, for example, the first shocking nudity i saw was the gelding ordered by Daemon in season 1, i personally was shocked to see it done but later on when Daemon is being criticized for it you can way more easily understand the level of violence the characters are speaking about, so it's about immersion basically, and yes, we still get needless nude scenes, like Aemond's full body shot, i do agree that nothing was gained except shock value but then again it could be argued that that is one of the elements of the adaptation. And yes, its true that female nudity, mainly of the main characters, is not so in the face as GoT would've had it, for example we do see Alicent naked for her bath and sex scene yet we never see her private parts, its always of her back or just her upper torso, and when you think about it, there really is nothing to add to the storytelling by showing that, we know she'd naked and she's vulnerable and open, it is all very well compelled by the actress so.

Another point i'd think important to make is that i highly doubt HotD is being pseudo feminist, rather i think it's tackling a very different aspect of feminism that the one we saw on GoT because in GoT we have a rather ample and varied selection of strong female characters throughout the world of ice and fire that show that even through hardships one may think unbearable they rise to the top to accomplish their wishes and desires, in HotD however its very different, in the book, while we do get a large variety of strong female characters, we do lack the personal descriptions that could be afforded in a novela rather than the historical account it plays as, so in that aspect i can understand the writers taking that as a boon to center the story in a limited amount of characters in a limited amount of connected settings.

Tangent aside, my point is that by having a centered storytelling (around Rhaenyra and Alicent) they can tackle the very important topic of the feminist vs the anti-feminist, and how do they do that? by looking at how the patriarchal society of Westeros allow Rhaenyra and Alicent to develop their character in a high-pressure high-stakes environment. One the one side there is Rhaenyra, as the daughter of the king she grew up wealthy and privileged with certain amounts of responsibilities that she has to fulfill to the realm and to her family, and while in her teenage years she rebeles against this seeking her own desires in the end she still marries, she still has children and she still fulfills her role as princess of Dragonstone, however it's in those liberties she took that the problem rises, because on the other side there is Alicent, while also rich and privileged she has to endure even more responsibilities set upon her by her father to her family and himself, and Alicent does not have the power to seek liberties as Rhaenyra does, and so she takes pride in finding her place in society, she reverts to religion for the comfort of the freedoms that she sees in Rhaenyra and knows she can't have, and when she becomes Queen she also becomes the enforcer of order in the court, in society, in her duty as the administrator of the King's household she takes pride in the world running just as her father would want it, in fact she constantly comes to him not just for guidance but for confirmation that everything she does is for a good thing, keeping order, but there is one black sheep that is just constantly out of her reach, one black sheep that keeps getting away with trampling tradition under her pretty foot, one black sheep that wants more that her place in society would have her take, Rhaenyra, the heir of the king, that just by having being named as such has upended years of tradition and so has embodied the truth that Alicent refused to accept all her life.

It's in the clash of these two that we see a more antique form of feminism, when suffragists were fighting for the vote there was always other women who stood against them, when the fight for their civil rights was raging there were always women who in the comfort of religion told everyone who'd listen that whatever they were fighting for was nonsense, when the fight for abortion started to this day there are women willing to burn down abortion clinics because they just couldn't stand another woman having the ability to choose, who just saw other women being worn down by the slot society put them and thought that by just accepting their place and swallowing the hard pill that their lives would improve immediately.

While not being as subtle as GoT was with their feminism, i think HotD cannot be accused of not having it, not only does it limit itself in the needles amount of shock value thirst traps ( if you want to see the actor in skinny clothing just go see their photoshoots, no need to rant for not having it on the show) but it does make a compelling case of showing that even women can bring down other women, be it out of spite or out of envy. Sometimes i go back to what Rhaenys said to Alicent: "You desire not to be free, but to make a window in the wall of your prison." I think the show couldn't have been more evident with their politics if they tried.

[helluva-insomniac]

Headcannons for Hazbin Hotel characters pt. 1

Aaaaaah it’s coming out in January!!!!!

Charlie-

She moved out the second she could, not to get away from her parents but to be on her own

Her favorite holiday is Halloween, once the humans started giving out candy she was ALL for it

If she has nowhere to squeal or put her energy she stims with her hands like crazy

She gets a stutter when she’s nervous

Her favorite color is green

She’s VERY smart with knowing where to put her power, barely using it unless she really wants something or her people are in serious danger

Vaggie-

Charlie found her almost immediately after she fell, and Charlie is the only one who knows her full story

She refuses to admit her favorite color is red because “we’re in hell, vaggie, everything is red”

Is lactose intolerant

She can play the violin really well

Before even Angel got to the hotel, she made weird noises and sang a lot when going through the halls, but that stopped real quick as soon as people started coming to the hotel

Angel-

Oh boy can he not do taxes!! The mafia never paid them so when he first got out he almost went to jail twice

He started smoking at like 12 as was the norm in his time

When he was little and his mother had just died, the times his dad and brother were forced to take him somewhere, he always stood right next to them unmoving but if he so much as looked in the wrong direction his father would roughly squeeze his arm and although Arackniss was encouraged to do the same, he was a lot more gentle

He never once in his life or death ate ice cream, claiming that it was “off brand gelato” and ���I refuse to be westernized, Charlie”

Was DEFINITELY nicknamed Tony

Alastor-

This one has been headcannon’d so much it’s basically cannon, but he’s REALLY good at cooking

Frequently plays games like boggle with his shadow, somehow he always comes so close to winning but never does

Along with that, he organized a bi-weekly game night at the hotel (his shadow is not allowed to participate. Alastor wins)

He always smiles because his mother told him to, but also because the first time he killed someone he was so out of it that his only response was laughter, and that’s the only reaction he had to killing people after that

Requested the largest and best suite in the hotel, but he almost never uses it because he doesn’t need to sleep and he has his radio tower. Unfortunately, he has to start using it because Vaggie threatened him the hotel actually took off

He bites. That’s why he has the 5 foot rule, and sometimes Angel tries to see how close he can get to Alastor before being bitten, and for some reason Angel never gets bitten? (It’s because Alastor is too smart for that bs and it’s safer to not respond to Angel’s dumbassery, lest he fall victim to the spider’s sexual advances)

He goes golfing !!!

Husk-

Doesn’t even have a hotel room cause he just passes out everywhere

Will never admit it but he sees Niffty as a kid sister

He pretends to be uninterested in whatever convos going on at his bar but he totally listens in and loves gossip (he gossips with Niffty 110% of the time they’re around each other)

Angel sometimes puts aluminum foil on things because he’s bored, and Husk claims not to be afraid of it because he’s a PERSON not a cat but totally jumps out of his fur and gets v scared of it. He hates it

He hates spiders

Niffty-

Gossips with ANYONE and everyone

Is only in Hell because she was cleaning up after a crime (that was her job)

Her only friends were men because they were her employers

[lanaactuallyabanana]

Okayyy, so I decided since the last matchup I asked for ended up being *cough* The name we do not speak *cough*, I decided Imma ask for a redo on this cause... Yeah, I think you can tell why lol. I've changed since last year and that's gonna be noticeable in the updated matchup!

5'6 with semi-long, wavy, brunette hair and amber eyes. I have lots of freckles and glasses that have a black, square frame. In Summer, I usually wear pants and a tshirt, or shorts and a sweater. If I'm not wearing that, I'm probably wearing a dress. (Outfit reference is at the bottom). I have received a lot of support when it comes to my anxiety and while I have my moments, I am more comfortable being loud and energetic out in public. I'm a cat person and my love language is physical touch/affection, that hasn't changed in the slightest. I'm super big of PDA, I love hand holding, kissing, etc. Obviously nothing too much. No making out in public, just like pecks on the cheek.

To narrow down some other stuff, I'm straight, but no hate goes to the LGBTQ+ community, they super chill. I love nicknames, love stuffed animals, and love love love band. I'm a flute, as you know, and while I do suck at practicing, I'm not bad at it. I've met all my super duper close friends through band (including Jackie, she's a retired Saxophonist). I have a music stand in my room.

Or

Just for reference, I do like brighter colors like blues and oranges and reds and purples or violets.

Also, just to give a vibe check for the matchup:

Spotify ✅

YouTube ✅

Books ✅

Pinterest ✅✅✅✅✅

Take your time getting to this, I know I'm kinda flooding your inbox!

Eat, drink lots of water, take time to rest, take your time getting to this!!!!

-Kenzzzz :))))

i literally love hearing about you guys and your personalities, matchups are so funsies for me teehee (some of yall might think im a lil crazy for this matchup but trust the process)

, streamer matchups !

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LOADING....

you have been matched with ... dream!

okay the first thing i thought about was height, i know some ppl dont rly care about it BUT

if you're 5'6...

and he's 6'2...

do we see the vision????

okay but srsly the height difference would actually drive people insane (including me.)

also yalls eyes would be so contrasting yet so complimenting towards each other (your hazel eyes + his green eyes)

y'all doing sorta matching outfits

like not completely the same print/pattern or that kinda thing

but like similar colors or formal/casual wear if that makes sense

just outfits that compliment each other cause its cutesy

hes the type of person to also comfort you in times when ur anxious or nervous in any situation

he could literally be on a meeting call but if he sees you needing him for something, he'll hang up instantly

you're the most important thing in the world to him out of everything

he loves holding your hands like holy shit

you have to pull this mans fingers off you so you can grab something or go somewhere else

the hand size difference omg im screaming

hugs omg

either hug you from behind from your waist or normal hugs but he'll lean down and place his head on your head

he loves to help you practice (former band kid writing this 🙋‍♀️)

page flipping on your stand

if you ever need a tuning he'll have it tuned asap for you

he has a metronome and tuner app on his phone for you

you helping him with music stuff

he loves getting your opinion on everything he does cause he trusts u sm

hes also constantly giving you stuffed animals

OMG YOU KNOW HOW PPL USED TO COLLECT SQUISHMALLOWS AND HAD THAT LITTLE ROPE THING ON THEIR WALLS HJDHASHSSD

he prob built something like that for you cause he kept giving you so many

no complaints here tho 🤷‍♀️

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i loved writing this tehehehehehehehehhehehe !!! i hoped u guys enjoyed!

thank you to @catswithroses for the lovely ask <3

please support me and my writing by liking, replying, commenting, reblogging and following me! it means the world

love u guys xoxoxo

[ghostmartyr]

a place you know

AN: Obligatory aftermath fic for Tea Amidst Terrible Trouble.

Ultimately, a Jaune character piece. With a fuckton of optimistic thinking and getting deep into Ruby and Jaune friendship feels. Pretty much all of the italics are lines from various episodes, and why yes, this is indulgent as heck. As for an actual summary...

tfw your bestie has no idea what to say, so he just goes with saying everything.

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Jaune tries not to think about the Tree.

He doesn’t think about it when the Paper Pleasers ask to go there. He doesn’t think about it when he wakes up in the morning, sky on fire, ready with a bucket of water. He doesn’t think about the color of the leaves, and how he’s glad they’re green, and purple, and nothing like --

It’s a lot to not think about.

That’s fine. He’s fine. He’s not crazy. He’s not right, he’s not on time -- he got so good at being on time -- but he’s not crazy, and he can handle not thinking about the Tree.

He can handle it.

“It’s not a place you go. It’s a place you know.”

He tries not to think about it. Any of it.

One more failure isn’t the end of the world. Except when it is, but. It’s what he does, isn’t it? Fail, fail, and fail. This world’s still standing. It can take a little more.

“Keep your grip tight. Don’t forget to keep your front foot forward. Ready? Go.”

Jaune thinks about the Tree.

If it worries the others, they can take a little more, too. He’s sorry about Juniper. But Juniper’s always been perfect. This isn’t a place they know. He hopes they never do.

Not realistic. Not likely.

Not fair.

He closes his eyes, and Juniper’s fur isn’t there anymore. The cracked floor doesn’t tremble under his boots. It turns soft. Pillowy and green, even with his eyes clamped shut.

There’s clanging. Metal on metal, echoing from nowhere and everywhere, and he hates this place. He hates the Ever After and its rules, he hates being lost, he hates --

He’s not lost.

He hates that, too.

That’s okay. That’s fine. No shining armor to be found, that’s fine, it’s been like that forever.

There’s clanging.

There are voices.

He’s not lost.

This is a place he knows.

“No,” one leaf mutters, fluttering its way down. ��There’s not enough time to heal me.”

A vine snares one foot. “But there is something you can do.”

There’s still clanging. He can’t hear it over his heartbeat.

“Let me choose this one thing.”

It’s not even a vine, it’s a root, and it’s wrapping around his leg. Stopping him.

“Trust me.”

He doesn’t know if the screams are now, then, or always.

His bleeding sword is still with him, and it hacks furiously at his leg, scraping the armor, hissing at the rust, but getting rid of the Tree.

The giggle that tries to force its way out is firmly in the now, and he dreams of stabbing the sword through his chest instead of --

This.

This is a place he knows.

Ruby knows it now, too.

He starts walking.

“What are you going to do?”

Leaves the color of rust start falling.

“Pyrrha, I won’t let you do -- ”

“I’m sorry.”

Deep purple joins in, and it crinkles with every step he takes. The words repeat, over and over. But that’s fine. This is a place he knows. It isn’t anything new. Not for him.

“I know this can be frustrating. And it can feel like so much effort to progress such a small amount. But I want you to know -- ”

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it means the world but it can’t matter because for all the failures he’s not done yet and she’s not done yet and this is a place they know but it doesn’t have to mean it’s a place they go.

Please.

He knows it the second the words start changing. The screams sound different. There’s a gloomy, empty silence that isn’t words at all but has so much memory to it that it’s gone solid.

It’s dense, and inky, and parts for his sword like an invitation.

“Of course I’ll be back! It’s a mother’s promise!”

“Dad?”

“Dad?”

“Dad?”

No thinking. No stopping. No listening. One step forward, then another.

Thicker and murkier parts of the foliage brush up against his legs, and his arms, and --

“Everything happened so fast.

No one came back from Vacuo to help.

And Penny -- ”

No listening. No listening, no listening, no listening.

“Jaune tried to help, but -- ”

Another step forward.

“Now if only you could help me.”

“I could try!”

He doesn’t miss his helmet, but he wants it, the way thorns are starting to dig into his scalp and tear at his hair.

“I can’t do this!”

That’s where he finds her.

The clanging hasn’t stopped.

There’s a little red ball, hunched over the shimmering body of a mouse.

“I can’t do this!” shriek the thorns. “I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t do this!”

They aren’t just all around her. He takes another step forward, and a massive spike nearly impales his leg. Trying to go around has the same effect, and the screaming is a constant that the cloak on the floor of leaves somehow doesn’t flinch at.

Jaune sits down.

This is a place he knows.

“Hi, Ruby,” he offers.

Flowers spring up between them, purple and pink and green and crying.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be me anymore.”

A rusted old leaf falls.

“I’ve never met someone so determined to better themselves.”

This is a place he knows.

It doesn’t help, and the flowers don’t give when he tries a dull attempt of crawling over them.

Ruby still hasn’t moved.

There’s a trail of wet salt lining Jaune’s lips.

It’s been so long, really.

The Paper Pleasers -- he doesn’t want to think about them, he thinks about them, he remembers, he failed he failed he failed but when was it that he -- the point is, they aren’t -- weren’t -- conversationalists. Not lately. Not with so many crises adding up. He can’t remember the last time he really --

Pyrrha. He had to talk to help her with her homework.

His voice feels as rusted as his armor.

“I’m sorry,” rings in his ears. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t --”

“I’m sorry --”

“I don’t -- ”

“-- I’m sorry --”

“ -- want --”

“ -- I’m sorry -- ”

“ -- I don’t --”

“-- me --”

Jaune reaches over the flowers, leaving his gloved hand open on top of them, and that’s allowed.

“I never wanted to be me,” he whispers.

The clanging doesn’t stop.

His heartbeat doesn’t stop.

Some of the crying does.

“Never, you know? I always wanted to be someone better. Not this. Especially not now.” He’s ruining it. The screaming is coming back, and whispers of Winter Maidens and --

“But if I -- if I wanted to make a choice. I wouldn’t know how to make one. I wouldn’t want to be this. I know -- I -- This is what I am now, and I don’t think I’ll ever get away from that, but I wouldn’t pick it. I don’t think anyone would. But I still wouldn’t be able to really choose something better, you know? Maybe I’m just -- I’m supposed to be the leader, the strategist, but sometimes -- a lot of the time -- it’s not great. I don’t think great.”

It’s terrible.

He thinks one of the flowers shuts up out of pity.

Hair flops into his eyes. “I know -- I’m not right. And you’re not right either. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry it’s all such a mess, and I’m sorry for -- for things I -- ”

Worse. He’s making it worse and he can see thorns growing and leaves falling and he just can’t take a breath because if he breathes he’ll start screaming all over again, or she’ll start screaming or someone’s screaming whose screams are --

“I’ve never met someone so determined to better themselves.”

It’s a place they know.

He isn’t strong enough to keep his eyes open when they start burning.

“I’m not here,” he says, “because I’m sorry. Or because I need you to save me. I’m not the damsel in distress anymore. I’m just someone who keeps failing. People like me don’t get saved. They just get poisoned in someone else’s story, right?”

Still bad. Maybe not terrible -- no, it’s pretty much terrible.

“That’s not the -- I don’t mean for it all to be about --”

It’s a place they know. It’s a place they know, a place they’ve grown, and what does that mean. What does he say. What can make it better when nothing’s ever better, and the clanging is still happening, his heart is still racing, and what does he say?

No.

That’s not it.

“I’m sorry,” the flower says again. “I don’t want to be me anymore.”

Ruby. It’s about Ruby. It’s a place they know, it doesn’t have to be a place they go, and somewhere -- He’s been alone for so long. No one to talk to, too many listeners. He’s out of practice. Not that he would do a good job with practice but he doesn’t remember how to --

“I’ve never met someone so determined to better themselves.”

His hair is floppy and gets in his eyes when he swings his sword or hides behind his shield. He has a scroll of recordings that teach him all the things he should have learned earlier.

He has friends.

“I don’t need you to be the superhero. You’re good at that -- great at that. If the Afterans ever asked you who you were, you could just say that, and everyone would agree.” He tries to keep his hand open on top of the flowers. It twitches closed for a moment. “I know what I said, and -- I guess I still feel it a little, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t do good. You did. Better than I ever did.”

What are the words. What does he say.

He’s alone on a bridge.

He’s alone in the Tree.

He’s alone in a garden full of thorns that one rose is keeping alive.

He’s still on that bridge and --

“It’s okay if you can’t anymore. I -- I'm not sure I can either. I think I might have to, because I can’t let it go, I can’t forget, I keep replaying it over and over and over and I’m never going to get away from it and that --”

Terrible, awful, he needs to stop and come up with something better but --

“I don’t want you to be that scared,” he whispers.

“You can be done, if that’s what you want.

“You don’t have to be a superhero. You don’t have to be a huntress. You’re -- you can be anything. You can be a rug on the floor or -- paper. Paper’s -- paper can make a lot of things. No, wait, that’s wrong, that’s not what I meant to say, I keep saying what I don’t want to say, I --”

Better. He has got to do something better.

He keeps his hand steady, and inches forward.

Another leaf falls.

“I want you to know that I’m just happy to be a part of your life.”

“Whatever you choose to be, I’ll still be here. I’d come and visit you, I’d come find you, and I’d probably fail, but I’d try to protect you.”

His gloves catch on thorns and petals.

“We --

I don’t remember the names of the people we’ve saved. Maybe it’s been too long, but I don’t think I really kept track to start with.

We don’t need the people we save to be somebody. It’s -- maybe it’s better if we know who they are, if we think about what they want -- no, I mean, it definitely is, and we shouldn’t ever forget that or screw that part up because no one ever wants to feel like they’re nothing --”

He has to stop. Just for a second. Just for a moment. Just long enough to catch his breath and keep going. Long enough for leaves to cover the rusty patches all over his armor.

The mouse is still shimmering next to the frozen ball of red.

“I’ve never met someone so determined to better themselves.”

“I --

I screwed up.

I do that.

A lot.

But no, that wasn’t -- we weren’t on that, this isn’t about me, I --”

Jaune crawls another foot forward, clanging going strong. His voice warbles and his throat is dry and this is why he cut his hair, he can barely see and thorns are crawling through his bangs.

“We don’t fight Grimm because we know the people we’re saving are wonderful. Or because we’re wonderful.” Red hair. Twin happy waves and smiles. “Some of us are, I guess. Were. But plenty of us are pretty terrible, too, and how are we supposed to know who’s who ahead of time and even if we knew could we really --”

He stops again, because the flowers are blossoming and ready to scream.

“I could. I think I could let them die. I, uh. I’m the cautionary tale, I guess. But what I meant to say --”

One leg in front of the other. One arm outstretched. He’s lost his sword but he still has his shield, and that’s what --

That’s --

“I never wanted to be the damsel in distress,” he says into the floor. “Even when it was all I could be. Especially then. I know this isn’t what you want, and going away and being nothing is easier than watching yourself fail over and over again. I can’t blame you for leaving that behind. I wish I could let go and just -- I don’t know how I’d live with myself but I wouldn’t have to anymore, and I guess that’s the whole point and I wish I could be anything else --

“But --

Once upon a time, for a little while, I liked myself.”

He’s almost through the flowers. They’re only as quiet as his heartbeat. He looks up, and the mouse is still shimmering, and there’s something opalescent about Ruby’s cloak that has him sick and hoping.

“I wasn’t cool,” he blurts out. “I was still figuring out how to fight. I was still figuring out a lot of things, and a bunch happened too late to matter.”

Just keep crawling. Just make it through.

“But I was me, and it didn’t hurt.

“Because I had all of you. Ren, Nora. Weiss, even though she hated me. I mean, same, but -- no, that’s not --” He shakes his head, and he doesn’t know how he’s gone so many years without hating his hair except it’s the part that reminds him -- “Yang and Blake.”

A leaf. Rusted and alive.

“Pyrrha.”

He makes it through the flowers, crawling on his knees, and bows his head over the mouse. Little. Because they’re -- Yeah.

When he breathes, he imagines that the mouse breathes back.

His whole arm shakes, but he plants it next to the edge of Ruby’s cloak.

“Plus you.”

Jaune looks down at his empty hand, and it’s almost quiet.

“You were my first real friend.”

The clanging still echoes.

“I want to change everything. I want to be anyone else. Anything else. I want to get as far away from me as possible.

“But I never want to leave any of you behind. Because you’re my friends, and I love you, and -- when I don’t know who I am, when I can’t remember what I want --

“The best part of me has always gone with being your friend. I don’t want to forget that. I don’t want to let that go.”

All of him is shaking. Thorns are curling into rose petals around them.

“Please don’t go, Ruby.”

The leaves are cool and welcoming and soft.

“You don’t have to fight anymore. We’re here. We’ll stay. We’ll fight for you and keep you safe. You can stop, and go home. We’ll get you home, all together, and you don’t have to lift a finger. You’ve done enough for any lifetime. But please don’t go. Don’t think you made things worse for us. The only life I know I’d pick is the one that has you in it.”

It’s quiet.

His breath is hotter than the tears against his face, and his hand is cold.

Little is still glowing.

Little hasn’t stopped glowing.

But the cloak hasn’t moved.

Rose petals start falling with the leaves.

Little isn’t the darkened rainbow of the tree.

They shine silver, and with a fierce, blinding shot of light, they’re gone.

CLANG

He panics, he’s screwed up again --

CLANG

-- And it’s not as bright, it’s not as strong, but it’s silver and light --

CLANG

-- A small, unsteady fist claps into Jaune’s hand.

He grabs at it with both of his. Gloves bizarrely free from rust, hair blessedly free from his eyes, and no sword in sight.

Ruby’s silver eyes peer out from under her hood. Weak and tired, bloodied and beaten.

“Keep your grip tight.”

Her fist stays clenched inside the knot he’s made of his hands, but she’s looking at him, and slowly -- so, so slowly -- she sits up. Light flickers on and off in her eyes, grey arguing with silver and settling on something cloudy and lost.

With a jerk of petals, she shoves her head into his shoulder, her free hand and fingernails digging into his uncovered neck.

“Keep your grip tight.”

Jaune holds Ruby tighter than any of his sisters would ever let him get away with, and she squeezes him back hard enough to make his ribs creak, followed by the first crack of sobs.

“Keep your grip tight.”

Jaune’s mostly out of hope. What was left of it drowned while rooting for the water. What was left of it drank some tea to run away. It’s easy to think it’s his fault. It’s better to think that Ruby is still here.

He can hope. He can make himself do that much.

He can hope knowing a place means something for getting out of it.

[god-i-love-my-ocs]

jun !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Name: Jun/June (How is it spelled? No one knows!)

Age: Unknown (assumed college age)

Pronouns: Goes by both He/Him and She/Her; no preference!

Sexuality: Definitely homosexual!

Favorite color: Yellow

Physical Attributes: Lanky, skinny; olive complexion. Black floppy hair cut short, very thick. Bright (HUGE!!!) brown eyes and freckles dotting cheeks and bridge of nose. Tiny nose, wide smile. :] 5’2”!!!

Favorite Attire: Y2K type shit!! Light zip-up hoodies with low-rise jeans adorned with all those jewels and bright sewing! If not those he usually likes vintage graphic tees in bright colors, pastels specifically!! LOVES BARRETTES!!!! His favorites are those that have celestial or magical girl-esque designs, like wings, stars, and diamonds. Gold and silver jewelry for days!!!! Usually wears one pair of black sneakers—doesn’t care much about shoes, but has been known to customize sneakers every blue moon. Big fan of boxers with grid designs! Tartan, madras, tattersall, anything with multiple colors!!

Personality: THE DEFINITION OF THOSE GOOD MORNING/NIGHT GIFS WITH THE SPARKLES AND SHIT ALL OVER THEM!!! It’s like you can hear the emoticons when he speaks. Very exaggerated and bubbly mannerisms and expressions. ITS CRAZY!!!! Nobody knows ANYTHING about her lowkey, they all just know it’s a mask to hide something!!! Y’know ENA? And how she does like little looping animations? That’s kinda how Jun exists!!!! God I love the horrors

Backstory: She barely lets ANYBODY into her backstory, so nobody knows it!!! All we know is he doesn’t talk to his parents AT ALL nor his siblings!!! Also is apparently very wealthy… hmmm…

Likes:

Magical girls!!!

Green tea :]

EDM and nightcore

Dancing

Takoyaki

Those little scented erasers that look like food or animals

Dislikes:

God he hates his parents

Families

Doctors and dentists

Debby downers

Extra/Notes:

Yes, he HAS eaten slime before.

Intersex!!!!

Good friends with Montana :]

Nobody has found his birth certificate!!! Is June even real?? No!!!!!!

Writes those insane text chains about if you don’t send this to 20 people a dead girl with come into your room at 3 am and NEVER elaborates on who sent them or who made them!!!! The group gets them constantly!!!!

Huge nihilist and cynic. Yay!

LOVES CREEPYPASTA!!!! ESPECIALLY JEFF THE KILLER!!!!

[druidgroves]

big thank to @bunfey for sending me asks abt my baldur's gate girlies !!! putting them all together so i don't spam the dash <3

It doesn't take much to embarrass Dianthe and her wild magic--usually the source of her embarrassment--does nothing to help this. She was raised as a noble and her family already sees her as an infernal stain on their lineage (she has also more than once made a fool of herself or her family in front of other nobles, earning more of her parent's shame). This is why she hates when she has to appear in court or at important events with her family because something embarrassing almost always happens--they usually let her stay home unless absolutely necessary. She also hates performing magic in front of people for this reason and part of why her wild magic goes off like it does is because she's too busy worrying about doing something embarrassing.

Feron is incredible chill. The chillest druid this side of Faerûn. Impossible to fluster...when she's in animal form. She most often gets embarrassed after doing a social faux pas when out of wildshape because she doesn't realize she's done something wrong until everyone is staring at her like she's crazy and she's just like "...did i say something stupid." She was raised by a hag during her adolescent years and then was taken in by a ranger who was just as socially inept as Feron was, she didn't have a chance in hell.

Dianthe thinks she looks best in dark gemstone colors (usually blues or greens), since her entire being is incredibly bright. She can't help but draw attention to herself and does her best to downplay it by dressing in darker, more unassuming clothing. She actually looks the best in bright pastels but that's too far outside of her comfort zone.

Feron supposes she looks alright in green and prefers a natural color palette over all. Whether or not she actually looks good in them isn't her biggest concern, as long as whatever she's wearing is practical.

Dianthe trusts those who put their trust in her as well. She has good insight on people and how they'll react to her (a skill honed when she was young and was constantly having to gauge how people take to her and in what ways). As long as the person isn't doing awful horrible things, Dianthe will generally put as much trust in someone as they do her, which can be a bit hard when it comes to friendships with people like Shadowheart and Astarion.

Feron is generally mistrustful of most people, places, and things, but can you really blame her? Mad Margaery instilled in her that she could not trust anyone completely and for a very long time living with her adoptive ranger dad, always had a fear that he would eventually turn her out. It takes a lot to earn her trust entirely, but once you do, she is unerringly loyal.

Dianthe has always been a bit fidgety, coming from being constantly worried about how she presents herself. She's constantly fixing her hair, smoothing out her clothes, etc. and you will never see her very still for long. She is trying to cultivate her image !!

Feron can spend aaaaages doing nothing. One of her favorite pastimes is wildshaping into various creatures and just. chilling. experiencing the world through whatever beast she is. Different wild shapes provide something new each time so she never really gets bored.

[coreytaylorslefteyespupil]

the best monstrosity i’ve ever seen

we sing in sillyville is a 1993 vhs about laurie and scott and their dog barney. the two friends (and the dog) magically enter their coloring book and have to help the townspeople overcome their differences. super wholesome but it’s also really fucking weird. now you may be wondering why i’m doing this. well, this silly little thing has been a core memory from my childhood minus all the trauma, so when my mother brought this up out i nowhere, i decided to watch it and say thing. the video opens with scott and laurie coloring in their coloring book and giggling, when barney intrudes. as they try to move barney away from the page, they start singing do your ears hang low for no apparent reason. i mean the only reason this makes sense is because barney is a basset hound, but other then that i don’t understand. and then when they’re done with that minute and a half long song a random stick appears in the living room behind them?! what?! so scott is just like,”this so so regular and normal let’s go play outside with this random stick.” and laurie just goes along with it?! so the two kids try to get the dog to go with them and he doesn’t (good choice). instead, barney chases a magic stick that flys out of the coloring page and gets sucked into the coloring book. i don’t understand the logic but whatever this was meant for kindergartners. anyways, scott and laurie go back inside after barney doesn’t follow them and are like ”what the fuck where’s our dog”. laurie looks at the coloring book like she was expecting to find barney there and sure enough, there he was holding the magic stick. i just want to add, the pacing of laurie and scott’s conversation as they try to figure out where barney is is so weird. it’s so fast and it’s like scott asks,”where do you think barney is?” and laurie is just like “i don’t knoooooooow.” really long and drawn out. but two seconds after she’s done she’s like, ”i know where he is he’s in the coloring book.” it’s just oddly paced and kind of uncomfy. i just hope the rest of the movie’s not like that *looks off in foreshadowing*. so scott and laurie get sucked into the coloring book and are not even acknowledging what just happened. it’s like this is normal for them. they see barney and then they realize where they are. this is a side rant but i had no where else to put it but i fucking hate scott’s hair. it’s just ugly. anyways, they go and follow some weird whistling and a tree starts talking in the most five nights at freddy’s animatronic voice i’ve ever heard. it’s horrifying. the whistling people start singing about being here because we’re here. i honestly don’t know what’s going on in this part. or any of the film or be honest. then the whistling people sing another song about being crazy and animals falling on each other and stepping on each other among other things. again, very confused with the lack of context. and more odd pacing when out of no where a lady named silly whim (yes that’s her name) inform the children that the whistling people in yellow are called the spurtlegurles? that sounds wrong but okay. anyways she also explains that they are in sillyville and she brought the kids to sillyville to solve the problems of sillyville. apparently the yellow spurtlegurgles won’t talk to the red bitty booties and they won’t talk to the green froogyfrogs and the blue twirly pops are antisocial and don’t want anything to do with anyone. which is valid if your fellow towns people are called spurtlegurgles. basically all of the colors are staying away from the other colors, which is obvious symbolism for racism and wow i did not expect this odd show to get so serious but never mind it’s not serious anymore because apparently the kids are too colorful so silly whom makes them invisible so they won’t be bullied by the citizens of sillyville. i just want to point about another thing, silly whim does a little dance whenever she walks which i find to be adorable and also she’s a 30 year old woman who summoned children to help her town.

the children, and silly whim, go to meet the twirly pops, of course in song as they enter the vicinity. as silly whim tries to politely get their attention, they keep singing and just fucking ignore her. wow i am really not liking these guys. so silly whom begins singing along with them but just says “no” to the tune of the song. they retaliate and do the same then they start singing the real song until silly whim blew a rainbow at them. what. the. fuck. apparently the twirly pops were stuck singing and weren’t trying to be assholes which is fine i guess. then silly whom teaches the twirly pops to stop and about bodily autonomy. then more singing ensues until silly whim decides that for the next song, they should get the jingleheimers and the froogyfrogs to join them, to which they say no because there is too much green down by the pond where they were.

after this section, we finally discover what happened. basically one of the spurtlegurgles decided that, out of nowhere, they didn’t like blue anymore. then a twirly pop said they don’t like green or yellow, and the jingleheimers said they don’t like yellow, red , or blue and if just spiraled out of control and now everybody hates each other and the only reason they talk to silly whim is because all her colors are gone. because they stopped talking to each other. so since everyone dr used to be a bitch silly whim has a boring outfit and is upset about it. totally makes sense. i am following completely.

then they go see the jingleheimers, who are also singing and leapfrogging when they arrived. sillywhim joins in and the jingleheimers complement her leap frogs. then they sing the inevitable song of john jacob jingleheimer smith. how creative. you know what? i guarantee they named them that just so they could sing the stupid song. then they go harass the froogyfrogs, who the jingleheimer like only because they are green. then they start singing, again. i’m just so confused what the pacing is and why there is so much singing. i could see this being the same quality with less singing and more actual dialogue. but whatever i’m not complaining. i love this. and if you’re wondering where the kids are, they’re there but they’re invisible and aren’t doing anything important to the plot. so they sing like two more songs with the frogs when silly whim announces that she’s going to go to see the bittybooties’ house to see the new baby and sing? i’m confused but whatever. so the froogyfrogs and the jingleheimersare just like “uh nah fam. green is the only color we like. bye bitch.” and silly whom is just like “oh well guess we’ll go without them but this is sad and upsetting but we’re not gonna do anything about it yet.”

so they prance their asses over to the bittybooties to see babies. surprisingly, these guys aren’t singing but they are talking about red things and how much they loved red and evey tiger color can kiss their ass. cool. love that. then they start singing about how much the husband bittybootie love his wife but hates that she doesn’t clean enough. i mean what? we’re about halfway through at this point. this part feels really slow compared to the other parts, another weird pacing thing. so after the first song, the children bittybooties begin singing about how baby bittybootie had a cold and the doctor fixed it. this song is like ridiculously long for what it was about and i think it was an unnecessary song. after this is over, silly whim invites the bittybooties to join them in going to pasha’s place. who is pasha? i don’t know. but apparently she wears purple and that’s a red flag for the bittybooties. once again, silly whim doesn’t do anything and sits by the river.

silly whim contemplates the situation and the kids say to throw a party, invite everyone, and not tell anyone who will all be there which sounds like a terrible idea but silly whim loves it. and conveniently, the spurtlegurgles walk by at the perfect time and silly whim invites them to a party and completely deviants from the plan and tells them other colors will be there, so the spurtlegurgles say no.

so they decide to actually go to pasha this time because she wants to be friends with everyone and they all hate her. honestly gotta feel for pasha. but on the way, they step on a sentient acorn who starts sing into for no reason and it’s super weird and creepy and yuck. i hate it a lot. once again, if you’re wondering where the dog is, he’s just wandering doing whatever dogs do in a coloring book town.

so the gang arrives at pasha’s house and upon there arrival, pasha asks her tittlebirds to sing. i’m sorry tittlebirds? i can’t i’m sorry. so apparently “nap time” is almost over. nap time for who, you ask. well none other than the sentient balls of fluff called the rollypollies. they wake up and begin singing and rolling off the bed until the littlest pink one was hogging the whole damn thing, and if that doesn’t sound like my younger sister i don’t know what does. scott finds this pile of…something and pasha’s like,” don’t touch the whump.” excuse me?!? what?!? so scott doesn’t listen and we get jump scared by the singing whump. god how much singing is necessary? suddenly silly whim is very sad about the sillyville situation, reminiscing on what it used to be like. then they all leave and try to figure out a plan.

the brainstorming segment is so poorly paced i wanted to cry. it’s just them walking and going,”maybe we could!- no never mind that’s stupid. we’re just dumb stupid kids who can’t figure out how to solve racial issues.” then silly whim sprains her ankle and all the citizens of sillyville arrive. wow. that’s it? that’s all it took? wow problem solved movie over fantastic then silly whim gets her colors back because she united everyone. and i liked her outfit before the colors. then there’s a philosophical moment where the kids explain why they need all the colors by saying without all the colors they can’t have sillyville. then they begin singing about keeping old friends and making new ones and it’s really wholesome. then the kids get teleported out of sillyville and are totally confused as to what happened.

all in all, i throughly enjoyed this little thing from mine and my mom’s childhood. yes, it has shitty pacing and a confusing plot, but that’s what makes it so special and fun. if you’re bored and want a nostalgia trip to the world of straight to vhs movies, this is one i’d recommend. it’s an hour of my life i’ll never get back and frankly, i’m okay with that.

[number1villainstan]

EPISODE 20 WAKABA'S DUEL FOR REAL

...sometimes i think i'm making more work for myself than i need to by writing down these reactions in real time as i watch and my adhd Does Not Like It. on the other hand these will definitely be handy resources later (for me and possibly others too)

also one day i'm gonna figure out how to sing both the opening and closing songs. and probably the pre-duel 'zettai unmei mokushiroku' one too

so it's been...a month since saionji was expelled? also damn he was popular which i knew already. i already knew that from previous episodes

nearly didn't notice the shot change when wakaba was entering her dorm. also fucking--locking her door with saionji inside--don't be fooled by her Normal Girl aesthetic wakaba is just as crazy as the rest of them

...even before continuing past the episode title screen i feel like this is a subversion of the classic narrative of "prince saves princess from [insert bad situation here]", a switching up of the roles. Wakaba styles herself as the princess in the last episode, and Saionji as her prince, but from Wakaba locking Saionji in her room (ostensibly to keep him safe/hidden?) Saionji seems to instead be the princess, with Wakaba being the bad situation (and, to a lesser extent, the prince herself if she feels she's doing this to protect him). Man, Saionji must hate being the princess. Wouldn't it feel like an attack on his masculinity?

But that's just conjecture. Let's get on to the episode proper, huh?

Okay, so Saionji at least thinks he's there of his own free will. (Wakaba locking the door, though...) And he got humbled really hard. Huh.

aaaaand there's the possessiveness that's gonna get Wakaba and Saionji black rosed. "a secret that only we share" wakaba wants saionji all to herself doesn't she. although why didn't saionji have any money or anywhere to go--does he have any family--oh god ohtori cut him off from the outside world just as sure as anyone else even after he got expelled--

"as long as i have this secret i'm special" and then we get a clip of wakaba excelling at everything...wakaba i think the special was inside you all along

utena literally bent over backwards while akio is lounging (and his head is in shadow)...i feel like that is a Symbol

saionji bought a carving kit instead of lunch, huh? why? and why is it secret? (is it a present for wakaba or is it rebellion?) oh it's a present, huh? a leaf hair clip

ooooooooh and there's the romantic jealousy. over anthy. ...although it kind of hints at saionji actually caring about her (in some fucked up selfish way).

wakaba's staring at those cuts of meat like she wishes they were saionji...or anthy...if it wasn't obvious already where this leads it's obvious now

how the fuck did mikage get into wakaba's room? at least SOMEONE'S getting answers...even if the rest of the student council/main character folk wouldn't believe him

...how did anthy get the leaf hair clip. actually wait no it was made from a kit, ten bucks says she bought another herself and made the same thing

damn wakaba skips the butterfly entirely and goes straight to caterpillar (or cocoon, i'm watching 360p i can't see shit)

"Saionji Kyoichi sets course for a new age of glory!" oh yeah there's his old pride. too bad he's about to get a faceful of black-rose bullshit

the others had their swords just appear. wakaba drags saionji's sword out of him forcefully. this must have meaning but i'm not sure what

the symbol on the desk: leaf barrettes, painted different colors. makes sense but still, an obvious symbol

oh this duel is gonna be intense

...much like tsuwabaki, wakaba feels like she's being dismissed; tsuwabaki is dismissed because he's a kid, wakaba because she's not a "special person"

...the fact that utena uses wakaba/saionji's sword against her, instead of the sword of dios...oh my god...

wait so mikage burned the leaf hair clip? is that what mikage wanted? but then how did it get to anthy?

the roses start blueish green and then go to light blue--not miki blue though. but not saionji green either. huh.

that "to be continued" screen comes after every episode but god it's real sinister after this one

Oh also, along with writing the December 2023 Monthly Short Piece today, I finally watched the first episode of Revolutionary Girl Utena after days of seeing a moot post about it and--

"I am the Rose Bride. From this day forward, I belong to you."

i am going to murder everyone in this damn school for anthy

[blnk338]

COD Headcanons!!

Pt 2 b/c you guys loved these sm

Relationship hcs!!

Price:

Good chef, GREAT at bbq

Taps his phone screen too hard and squints at it

Googled “Pegging” because Soap told him to

Regrets it dearly

“I’m just going to rest my eyes” and falls into comatose for 8-10 years

Was the best man at Laswell’s wedding and still cries today thinking about it

Does the dad-sneeze thing

Supporter of small businesses

Vanilla > chocolate ice cream will get into a heated argument over this

Will put on a 19th-century oil tycoon accent when asking questions about technology to make light of the situation

This started when he didn’t know how to change the wallpaper on his iPhone

Laswell does an incredible impression of his impression

Crazy emetophobia

HOLIDAY DAD! Absolutely shite with gifts but will wake up at 3 am to set up everything and give you a good holiday

Very comfortable in his masculinity from raising two daughters, made sure to teach himself how to raise them to be smart and safe, and actively does his best to keep himself in check and support the women in his life

Ultimate straight ally

His oldest, 15, made him and her little sister go to pride and he voluntarily wore a shirt that said “free dad hugs”

Gaz:

Got Price to say “Girl trust you will be dealt with” and had to get Soap to punch him so he could breathe again

Fluent in French!

Bisexual w/ a preference for women

Needs two triple-shot espressos every morning

Hates oat milk; thinks it's grainy

Is lactose intolerant though

But he’s not the shit-your-brains-out lactose intolerant, he’s the wallow-in-pain-on-the-bathroom-floor-for-eighty-minutes lactose intolerant

Turkey hater. Not the animal, the food. Thinks it’s dry and flavorless

Okayish cook, phenomenal baker.

Will leave baked goods in the sergeant's/lieutenant's and captain's offices/breakrooms and act surprised when he sees the plate of freshly baked brownies

Tried smoking weed, hated it.

Middle child of an older sister and a younger brother

Didn’t like The Office

Soap:

Can make balloon animals out of anything balloon-like (condoms included)

Has a TikTok, makes TikTok references

Loves cats and dogs equally, but had only dogs growing up so he’s not really sure how to deal with cats

In a constant state of "trying his best"

Dick stick-n-poke tattoo on his calf

30-minute night routine

Double exfoliates

Disgusted at Ghost’s hygiene

Loves the holidays; this man goes fucking insane for Christmas lights and his house is the biggest source of light pollution in the entirety of the UK

RELIGIOUSLY a supporter of small businesses. Loves little family-run stores and buys local produce/groceries all the time

Highlighter kid in grade school

Blamed a fart on Gaz and asked him if he was feeling “Gazzy” (Garrick smacked the shit out of him)

Makes gagging noises over comms to fuck with Price

Knows what kinning is, kins Rainbow Dash

ADHD

Coffee does the opposite for him; he’ll be bouncing off the walls and you’ll hand him a double shot espresso and he’s calm as all fuck

GREAT AT READING SOCIAL CUES THOUGH

Really knows how to read body language and will step back if anyone gets uncomfortable

Youngest of 3 brothers and one older sister (she’s second to oldest amongst his siblings)

König:

Will literally sit at home in full tactical gear

Chess master

Loves horror movies but gets super scared

Likes Scrabble

Bug kid!!!!!

Hates birds. No one knows why.

Doesn’t drink, prefers virgin versions of alcohol

Drunk König is a sad König

Wore headgear because of his teeth when he was in middle school

Favorite color is yellow but does love green!

Will accidentally man-handle people because he forgets his strength

Always so terribly sorry about it

Ghost:

Has had his license revoked an uncountable number of times (currently does not have a license)

Drives

No rizz

Horrifyingly good aim with anything and everything. Will chuck trash across the house and somehow land it in the bin

Will lean his head down slightly if someone he respects (and is shorter than him) is talking

One of those dog people that’s like “I fucking hate cats.” And then you find them napping together, and he’s carrying the cat in the hood of his jacket, and he sneaking them treats, and he’s talking to them in a baby voice…

Wins staring contests, always

Knows his staring is bad, but doesn’t really do anything to change it

Speaking of which, he’s got a horrible German stare (google it)

Spaces out and sways side to side slightly, unaware that he’s been glaring lasers into an unsuspecting private for like a solid forty seconds.

Doesn’t know what kinning is but would kin Winter Soldier / Bucky Barnes

Likes sensory toys but will never buy one because he thinks they’re too obvious.

Really wants a sensory slug

Definitely the jealous type but will not say a single fucking word

Soft spot for animals and young children

Likes drinking for a buzz, but will easily stop himself. He doesn’t like being unaware of his surroundings

Edibles > mass amounts of alcohol

Little fidgeting -> rubbing his thumb across the side of his index finger, squeezing his hands, twitching his feet but not enough to tap them, playing with the hems of stuff

Mirrors in his house are covered/removed

Wants a pet but won’t get one because he doesn’t like the idea of something relying on him, only to abandon them or discard them. He’s away for work often so it’s not like they would be taken care of

Doesn’t actively seek partners because he doesn’t think he’s worth it

Behind the confident, stoic attitude, he’s a man who doesn’t value himself and therefore, if he does have feelings for anyone, doesn’t put in the effort to pursue them or he tries to kill the warm feelings in him.

Better to be alone than to hurt someone he cares about

Graves:

Screams at Football (US) games

Thinks he can out-grill Price; cannot.

Lost his kids in the divorce

Thinks no-sock loafers are the way to go

Doesn’t wear socks that much, actually

Can’t handle spice

Mint n’ chip ice cream kinda guy

Fav beer is Natty Lit

Likes egg salad

Dog guy

Divorced twice, btw

“But if the roles were reversed…”

Doesn’t have a problem with climate change, and thinks that the weather is getting nicer so, if anything, the climate is just getting better

Uses Crest toothpaste

Left-handed and makes a big deal out of it

Gets really up in the ass about calling soccer “football” (not ironically)

[juicegremlin]

Hugs (5+1)

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TW: concussion, injury, angst.

Andrew goes down hard. His arms smack the court floor, and all the air steals from his lungs. A whistle shrills.

“Andrew!”

Pain flares in the back of his skull. He clipped it on the goalpost on his way down, hard enough to reverberate through his helmet. He tugs it off now, trying his hardest not to gasp.

He’s distantly aware of shouting on the court—blurs of green and orange rushing back and forth or standing idly by. He can hear the crowd murmur and gasp.

A voice pipes to Andrew’s right. “Oh my god—Minyard?”

A growl parts Andrew’s lips. He pushes up onto his hands and knees—pretends he can’t taste copper on his tongue.

“Fuck off,” he spits.

He looks to where Nicky gapes on in horror. Renee rushes for Abby, colored hair just barely peeking out from below her helmet. Aaron stands off to the side with his knuckles white around the stick of his racquet.

The Terrapin that rushed Andrew—Number Six—crouches to his right. She reaches out, as if to help Andrew to his feet.

“Here, let me—”

“Don’t fucking touch him.”

Neil practically bites the line as he rushes to Andrew’s side. Number Six hesitates, hands hovering in the air between herself and Andrew. Andrew thinks seriously about removing several of her fingers.

Before he can, a Terrapin backliner moves forward and takes Six by the shoulders. He pulls her up and away.

“Are you crazy?” He mutters, moving her back to the relative safety of the game. “They’ll fucking kill you—”

Neil drops to his knees before Andrew. He’s still angry, but it’s dominated by the fierce concern in his eyes. His lips are pressed into a thin line.

“Yes or no?” He asks quietly.

Andrew grits his teeth. He hates that Neil knows to ask, even when Andrew is vulnerable. Especially when Andrew is vulnerable.

“Yes,” Andrew bites out.

Neil reaches forward—slowly, so that Andrew can see what he’s doing—and places a light hand on Andrew’s chin. He turns his head this way and that, making it throb. Andrew purses his lips.

“Where does it hurt?” Neil asks.

Everywhere. “Back.”

Neil places a hand at the base of Andrew’s neck. Andrew hisses when his fingers brush the point of impact, and when Neil pulls his hand away, it’s smeared with blood.

“Shit,” Neil murmurs. “Can I help you up?”

Alarm spikes in Andrew’s chest. Weak, his brain supplies. Fragile. Breakable. He knows everyone else can see it, too.

But when he tries to get up on his own, he stumbles. Neil’s hands shoot out to catch him, and it’s all Andrew can take not to bat them away. Helpless.

“Drew,” Neil levels big blue eyes at him. “Will you let me?”

Exposed—Andrew feels exposed.

But Neil wouldn’t exploit that. Bone-deep, Andrew knows this—so he forces himself to let Neil slide an arm around his waist and help him off the court.

***

It’s a minor concussion. Abby tells Andrew he’s lucky—a blow like that could have knocked him unconscious. This one just barely split the skin.

Andrew does not feel lucky.

Neil finds him after the game. He sits with him as he changes out, not reaching or pushing. Just there if Andrew needs him. He wards off the other Foxes when they ask if Andrew is okay (an unfortunate side-effect of the bandages) and stays until everyone else leaves. He twiddles his thumbs on the bench as Andrew finishes tying his shoes.

“I’m driving,” Neil says.

Andrew doesn’t argue, just hands him the keys. He’s still a bit dizzy.

When he shuts his locker, the sound spikes through his temples. He winces, just barely, but Neil doesn’t miss it. He moves to stand beside Andrew and wordlessly takes his bag for him.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

Andrew rolls his eyes. He hates the way his stomach twists at the question, not unpleasantly. He hates the idea of Neil’s concern.

“I’ve had worse,” he replies, stoic as he can manage.

“Yeah, but that was…” Neil swallows. “Can I say something?”

Andrew turns to look at him. Neil pushes his brows together, jaw set in a hard line. His russet hair is still dripping from the showers. He’s close enough for Andrew to feel his breath on his nose.

And Andrew knows he’s about to say something horrible, but he’s coming to realize just how bad he is at denying Neil—which is, to say, astronomically. He shrugs, but Neil waits until he nods.

“That sucked to watch,” Neil says. “I thought… I don’t know. I thought you broke something, for a second.”

Andrew rolls his eyes. “What, like my skull?”

“Yeah, Drew. Like your skull.”

Andrew pauses at that. Neil’s expression is hard and earnest, and Andrew feels like swaying again.

Had Neil been… afraid for him?

“It’s not my job to dodge,” Andrew replies, a bit gruffly.

“Yeah, but—” Neil huffs, running a hand back through his wet hair. “I just—” He looks at Andrew again, and his eyes have softened into something almost… sad.

He bites his lip. “Yes or no?”

Andrew frowns—considers.

Then, “Yes.”

And he expects a kiss. A quick press of the lips—maybe a hand through his hair.

But when Neil moves forward, he doesn’t dip his head. Instead, he slowly loops his arms around Andrew’s shoulders, pulling him close. He leaves a few inches between their bodies—not quite a proper embrace—but remains close enough to bury his nose in Andrew’s hair. He presses a kiss there.

Andrew can’t remember the last time he was hugged. It’s different, feeling all of Neil like this, but somehow, it isn’t… bad. Neil hasn’t strayed from Andrew’s approved points of contact. He’s warm, and whole. He doesn’t squeeze or restrict, just lets his arms drape loosely around Andrew’s biceps.

And Andrew could escape, if he wanted to—

He’s just not sure that he does.

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Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | +1

I’ve had this in the drafts for a year, maybe? Wild. Part 2 tomorrow!

[weekend-whip]

“I’ve been known to exhibit...toxic traits.”

Been dying to draw Legacy!Tox since first tossing her into the world a little early, buuut after that scribble I did the other day I felt like I had to do her proper justice snksnksnk

As usual, a few fun facts!:

Tox did not inherit the Element of Poison—it was passed on willingly by the previous master (being her aunt, who had received it willingly herself). She had been asked if she wanted the powers; Tox said yes, not entirely understanding the burden that came with them. 

Upon gaining the element, her hair and tongue turned green and her body started sprouting her “freckles” (which are just a side effect of inheriting the element later in life as opposed to being born with it). People tended to think she was diseased and constantly turned her away from places, causing her to drop out of school, but upon working at the Rockshot Club, had started telling people it’s just a crazy tattoo. 

(Cole, kind boy that he is, thought she was just born with inexplicable green freckles but was too nervous to ever actually ask and will fight anyone that tries to make a big deal out of it. This is part of why Tox took him under her wing...but never actually told him the truth because she thought it was funny).

(Listen there’s a whole story here but that’s Season 4 territory—)

Does not bother with people she does not like. If she’s teasing you? She likes you. If she hates you? Pretends you don’t exist. 

Tox is currently 20 in 20X1. She is 3 (and a half) years older than Cole. 

The vials hanging from her belt are actually antidotes for her poison (as in, poison she conjured up as opposed to preexisting poison she simply manipulates) in case someone gets caught up in an outburst of hers or she goes too hard with her powers. 

Her powers also include extracting preexisting poison from other people—this includes when people get drunk on alcohol, for example, and is partly why she got tangled up in the Rockshot Club to begin with (which also helped efforts to make it a more clean place to hang out). People she removes alcohol from are spared the adverse affects, but will still experience a hangover—just, um, on fast forward. 

Like most of the current Derivative Elemental Masters, she is aware of the Eye Color Rules, but is unaware of the full extent of the Elemental Compass (unlike Karlof, who is actually the other way around ahahaha).

[zivazivc]

Pinocchio AU

Okay people want the explanation for this comic so here it goes. It’s long and complicated and MESSED UP because of course it is, this is me. I’m going to write in points because my small tired brain can’t handle good english atm but basically to sum up the Adrien was a sentimonster theory or Pinocchio AU as I like to call it:

Young married Emilie and Gabriel can’t have kids. Gabriel reluctantly accepts this fate and even brings up adoption as a possibility once, but Emilie doesn’t want to hear any of that. She’s a bit of a Marinette in the sense that she pictures this romanticized ideal life for herself and a child—her flesh and blood—HAS to be in it.

They keep trying to get a baby while other young families Emilie knows keep growing. She feels left out and hurt and depressed, then her newlywed twin sister announces she’s expecting a baby too and something within Emilie just unhinges.

She eventually lies to some of her friends, who she was out for coffee with, that she’s pregnant too. She mostly does it just to see their reaction and feel what it would be like but it quickly spirals out of control where she just starts pretending she’s pregnant until you can’t even tell if she believes it herself.

Gabriel is confused at first because he hears the news second hand (a friend/family member congratulating him) so he’s apprehensive when he approaches his wife but she convinces him that they really are getting a baby and Gabriel is ecstatic.

It’s only later at a doctor’s check up that Gabriel learns that she indeed is not pregnant. The doctor even speaks to him alone explaining that his wife is in denial and that he should make sure she goes to see a psychiatrist, something she definitely wouldn’t do alone.

Gabriel is unsuccessful with that because he’s not entirely persistent, doesn’t want to be the guy with the crazy wife having to tell everyone she lied about being pregnant, and hopelessly believes she’ll just get over it eventually.

That is until her “pregnancy is near due”—her sister already had Félix in England a few months ago—and he stumbles on her transformed with her peacock miraculous (they already have both of them) creating a sentimonster newborn.

They have a huge fight about it but because Emilie refuses to destroy it, won’t tell Gabriel where the amok is, and Gabriel can’t just hurt the baby with his hands, Emilie just… wins. Fucked up, yeah?

Now she tried creating kids before this one, using her imagination to try and blend her and Gabriel’s looks but it just wasn’t working. So she decided to copy of photos of baby Félix because he already looked almost like a copy of his mother, and Amélie and Emilie already looked alike so it’s not so weird?—is what her mind was telling her.

She didn’t dare alter his looks but she decided to give the baby Gabriel’s eye color to include the “father” in some way. (Yes in that comic I made I gave Adrien a mix of green and gray but that was mainly to get the point across to the perceptive readers)

Now we got Adrien, a normal baby boy to the whole world except for Gabriel who’s forced into his wife’s fantasy through social expectations.

Why are we only at this point and this post is already so long AAAAAAAA!!!

Adrien physically basically grows in a way where Emilie just keeps changing his appearance to match what Félix looked like a few months prior.

Mentally he’s like a robot just taking in information without really needing to learn it. So Emilie decides when he says his first word, she decides when he learns to walk,… He knows how to walk, he just wasn’t given the command to do so yet.

But even so he does develop a personality over time, just slower, because unlike a normal child who’s always testing his boundaries, how far they’re allowed to go until they’re in real trouble, Adrien just can’t misbehave. At all.

But he does have his favorite foods and favorite toys, and jokes that make him laugh the most. The problem is just that Emilie could just decide that his favorite food is strawberries and he’d just start acting accordingly, rewiring his belief. 

He also isn’t allowed to argue or be mean to others which is why Félix thinks he’s a goody two-shoes weirdo while Chloé the brat adores him.

This behavior isn’t so hard to hide with a toddler who’s fickle but it’s harder and harder as the kid grows. Which is why the family becomes very secluded over time.

Gabriel always keeps distance with his “son”. He’s not Dad, he’s Father, he doesn’t do hugs and cuddles, he doesn’t say I love you. But Adrien knows he loves him because his mom told him so and he loves him back unconditionally because Mom said that’s what families do.

Now even though Gabriel is traumatized by this whole ordeal and knowing Adrien “isn’t real” freaks him out he does soften a bit over time. I’m going to give an awful example but like someone who hates cats softening for a cat that their partner/roommate decided to get/had from before. Continuing with this example: But still becoming appalled when the cat starts acting odd/unusually.

Okay I think you get the gist. Let’s move on…

Emilie loves her son more and more as he grows and his sentimonster behaviours start bothering her more and more too. She hates being reminded that he’s not a real boy by people mentioning he looks young for his age because Emilie forgot to make him grow for a while. She hates when he does everything like he’s told. She hates that he has no real friends because they’re afraid to expose him to the outside too much and without supervision. She hates to think about his future.

Her desire for him to be real keeps growing and is what drives her to search for a solution in the miraculous spellbook.

She cracks the script after years, when Adrien is nearly a teen, and finds a way to transfer the creators soul into a sentimonster.

It’s a long process that takes time and while she falls ill to everyone around her, Adrien becomes more real.

Gabriel starts realizing what’s happening when he notices Adrien hesitate for a second when he’s playing a video game and Gabriel wants him to do something, groan when he gets bothered watching TV, huff, complain, have slightly opposing opinions to his and Emilie’s, when he argues with his mother when she tells him she’s feeling fine; when he notices his son’s eyes are greener. Or is it all in his head?

He confronts his wife too late, when she’s extremely ill already, her normally vibrant eyes dulled match Adrien’s bluish gray, and he pieces together in his head what she’s doing.

Before Gabriel could properly think what to do to stop the love of his life from turning into a lifeless doll, in a fit of panic he tries to take her wedding band (where he knows Adrien’s amok is) to get rid of Adrien instead, but is unsuccessful in getting it off her so he snatches her peacock brooch instead (which she needs to complete the spell obvs) and breaks it. (Heyoo! broken peacock miraculous. things are coming together)

Because the spell was almost complete anyway it’s Emilie who falls unconscious. But she doesn’t disappear because she’s not a real sentimonster, she just becomes dormant like one.

This is the point in the story where Gabriel makes it seem like Emilie ran away or something like that—basically disappear. Now he’s living knowing he has an almost sentimonster wife in the basement, knowing he almost killed his son (or her), and having to care for a son that suddenly became much more alive, questioning, arguing, angry, screaming, not accepting, crying, grieving, staring at him with Emilie’s eyes.

Instead of becoming a real parent, Gabriel shuts him out.

Soon Adrien evolves desires for socializing, company, getting away from the suffocating home which eventually leads to him going to a public school.

He slowly starts to live life freely without the restrictions that were put around his thoughts.

Gabriel has an even stranger relationship with Adrien now because he still loves him in a way but also holds resentment toward him. But mostly he sees him as something valuable.

The show happens here…  And now finally we get to the comic…

Gabriel gets a hold of the ladybug and black cat miraculouses. (There’s no epic fight in his lair as you see there’s no Ladybug in the comic but that’s not really important)

What’s important is that Gabriel had deciphered the miraculous spellbook with the help of Emilie’s notes and had decided to use the unification’s “wish” power to awaken Emilie.

He’s aware he’ll need to sacrifice something for the wish to come true and he’s certain Adrien should be enough because the soul inside him is literally the one thing Emilie is missing.

✨Adrien (poor boy just lost his miraculous) is taken to Gabriel’s lair, where he finds out his father is Hawk Moth, sees his mother, learns he’s a sentimonster, and that he’s going to become a sacrifice ✨

Of course the last part is not what happens. It’s Gabriel who ends up being sacrificed.

I can’t decide if Gabriel ends up sacrificing himself because he changed his mind in the last moment while Adrien was screaming for him to stop, OR  because he didn’t love Adrien enough for him to be considered an equal exchange for his wife… O.O

But anyhow…

Emilie wakes up with Gabriel’s soul within her (hence the bluish gray eyes in the comic).

Adrien is traumatized for life.

This took me hours to write… I knew there was a reason why I didn’t want to do it. I hope I didn’t forget anything and my brain made sense of it all

Well there you have it, peeps. The Pinocchio AU. It’s as messed up as my sleep schedule. Good night. 

[roxyfoxgamer150]

Observer Mirabel and Scrappy Mirabel in a random AU where Mira is rumored to be insane after her ceremony, when in reality she just has trauma lol

Word count: 150+

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Wispers (mini tiny fanfic)

Observer Mirabel was wearing her black poncho and protective motorcyle pads, her hood was up to avoid confrontations.

Scrappy Mirabel was walking beside her, the only difference between her and the canon Mirabel was the fact she wore bandages around her arms, although she had blood all over her.

The townsfolks stared at Scrappy Mirabel in horror, shocked that she's walking around covered in blood with a crazy look in her eyes. In public.

They all began to spread wispers around the two, both of them noticing, but not interrupting them all. When all of a sudden someone goes near them.

"Mirabel! There you are- AY DIOS MÍO WHAT HAPPENED!?" Julieta asks Scrap, knowing she's not Mirabel but has to keep it a secret.

"Lo siento Jul- mama, I had to fight someone who was lusting for Isabela." Scrappy Mirabel says while wiping her bloody nose, Observer Mirabel cringes when seeing it just get worse.

"Yeesh, I think you need so many arepas now Scrap- Mira." "Shut it! Not a word." Julieta rolled her eyes at their antics, grabbing both of them by the wrists.

"Come on, let's go give you both food." "What!? But I'm not hurt!" "Observer hija one of your eyes are red." "Oh."

While both of them were dragged to the casita, the townfolks began to wisper to each other, confused and shocked.

"Who was with the kid?"

"Why does Mirabel look more mature?"

"Oh my god she killed someone with a friend!"

"Who do you think was the hooded girl?"

"How is señorita Julieta okay with that!?"

——

Observer Mirabel and Scrappy Mirabel were eating arepas made by Julieta. She sighed, "Why is it everytime someone gets beaten up both of you are the first suspects?"

"Believe me señorita, I've been asking the same question for 3 years." Scrappy Mirabel states, earning a surprised look from Observer Mirabel.

"You know that reference?" Observer asks, Scrap nods. Julieta looks at them repeatedly, already knowing it's a show reference.

"Observer, could you check on mi ¿mi hija? She's sick and in her room." Julieta asks.

"Hm? Oh, sure. I can check on a ten-year-old that is rumoured to be insane-" *SMACK* "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'LL CHECK-" Observer Mirabel yells while walking upstairs.

A minute later, Dolores comes to the kitchen looking sad. Frowning, Scrap questions her. "Eh? Dolores? What's wrong?" She asks, Dolores sighs.

"Apparently the others are wispering that you've gone insane, even though you were not Mirabel in the first place. They also think you should be stuck in your room like an animal." Scrap just blinks when her AU cousin states it.

"I'll gladly have a reputation. But they think I'M Mirabel? Honey, I'd rather bust a part of my spine than let my 10-year-old self get a-"

Scrappy Mirabel freezes.

Observer Mirabel shows herself around the corner, holding a nine-year-old Mirabel whose crying her eyes out hearing the last part. Observer's gift was activated, but instead of showing her usual yellow color, it was acid green with liquid coming out of her eyes.

Julieta froze midway on cutting tomatoes. Her grip on the knife unusually relaxed. Yet her fury shows in her eyes. (Wait why are her eyes red in a reflective surface?)

Dolores was calm. Too calm. Almost as if she was expecting this in extreme details.

"Scrap, Observer. Did you both realize what Alternate Universe you are in?" Julieta asks them, her tone of her voice showing a tiny bit of anger on what Dolores said.

"Uh, Protective Madrigals AU? Just a different version where Mira here is hated?" Observer lifts her smaller self. The nine-year-old just shoves her face onto Observer's neck, eyes red and puffy from crying.

Observer freezes.

"Oh shit wait PROTECTIVE Madrigals where Mirabel is HATED. Ay Dios mío I just realized." Observer says while Scrap looks at Julieta and Dolores in shock.

Dolores chuckles, "Yeah there's going to be lots of broken bones and no healing food."

"Get the others, there's going to be bloodshed tonight." Julieta exclaims.

Observer Mirabel and Scrappy Mirabel looked at each other

'Well, there goes our 3 day break.'

[spencerreidsconverse]

When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”.  You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”

[hxseok-honee]

3005 || part 11

3005 [part 11] || "Perks of dating a Slytherin"

[no matter what you say and what you do // when i’m alone, i’d rather be with you]

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“Jeez, it’s insane in here -- we’re packed like sardines!” Y/n trails into the Three Broomsticks after Jimin and Tae, barely managing to catch the Ravenclaw’s complaint over the noise of the crowd. She’s barely made it in the door of the pub, but she can already see that she might be stuck there a while. It’s full to capacity, a sea of colored scarves and matching hats -- early November has brought nothing but cloudy mornings and chilly nights, the lower levels of Hogwarts particularly affected by the evening drafts. She’s lucky that Hufflepuff is kept at a consistent level of cozy warmth, but she can tell Slytherins must deal with constant cold by the way that Hoseok and Yoongi, who hover in the doorway behind her, have only draped their deep green scarves over thin long-sleeve shirts.

From the front, Jimin complains, trying to no avail to push through the mass of students and find a free table or even call dibs on one that’s busy. And even from behind Tae, Y/n can see the Gryffindor is pouting, which is entirely endearing, but she doesn’t get the chance to point it out to him -- there’s a hand on her waist, gently guiding her to the side. Another hand wraps around her wrist, this one shockingly warm against her cold skin, and she turns to see Yoongi pulling her in silently toward him while Hoseok brushes past her on the other side. The smaller Slytherin pulls her in close enough that she has to cross her eyes to properly see him, but he’s not even looking at her. He’s gazing expectantly in Hoseok’s direction.

Following his eyes, she sees that something of a miracle is occurring -- the mass is parting for Hoseok, students bumping into each other as they rush to get out of his way. He says nothing, simply making his way through the crowd and beckoning them in after him. Tae stumbles after Jimin, and Y/n only follows when Yoongi quietly moves his hand to the small of her back and nudges her in their direction. Before she can get too far from him, she feels his lips press against the shell of her ear as he whispers to her.

“Perks of dating a Slytherin -- nice, huh?” Y/n’s heart jumps to her throat, and she lurches forward slightly, putting distance between them. She still hears as he snickers behind her, but she ignores it and follows after Tae.

As she goes, she sees that, ahead of her, Hoseok has reached a round booth, just big enough to fit the five of them. There’s a couple of Ravenclaws that get there at the same time he does, and when he turns to look at them, Y/n can see exactly why the crowd had parted for him. He’s got a look in his eye -- nothing compared to the look he’d given Remus in the forest all those weeks ago -- but it’s almost as if he knows he doesn’t need it. His face is blank and his eyes are empty, something entirely terrifying to someone unfamiliar with Hoseok. He looks like a true Slytherin, one that commands obedience with his mere presence.

One of the Ravenclaws takes one look at Hoseok and is immediately stepping back, pulling his companion along with him. Hoseok only nods gratefully to them, clearly showing that he hadn’t meant to be intimidating -- it’s just who he is. Then he turns and waves them forward, Jimin rushing in a bit fast and shooting his housemates an apologetic smile. He slips into the booth, Tae following close behind. They file in like that, Hoseok sliding in after Yoongi and letting his hand fall comfortably to his boyfriend’s thigh once he’s settled. Y/n sees the movement and notes in the back of her mind with surprise that Hoseok’s hand is much bigger than expected -- it covers almost all of Yoongi’s thigh.

“See something you like, Princess?” Hoseok leans in to whisper it, but, judging by the looks of disgust that cross Jimin and Tae’s faces, he hadn’t been quiet enough.

“And on that note, I’m gonna order us some food!” Jimin scoots out of the booth, making a beeline for the bar as Taehyung reaches dramatically after his best friend. He turns back, resigning himself to the strange dynamic of the trio before him. But Y/n only scoots in to cling to his arm, smiling up at him, and the Gryffindor relaxes.

“So, is there anywhere you guys need to go after lunch? Jimin and I want to stop at Honeydukes!” Hoseok nods along to Taehyung’s request, humming in consideration.

“I could really go for some jelly slugs…” Y/n and Tae stare at him in disbelief, unsure if he’s just messing with them. The idea that Jung Hoseok -- the guy that had just moved an entire crowd for them with no more than a look -- could enjoy something so… sugary… is beyond them. But apparently, it’s a topic of regular conversation in the 7th year Slytherin boys’ dorm.

“I told you, that shit’s bad for your teeth--”

“Says the one who sits in class chewing on sugar quills instead of using a real quill to take notes.” Hoseok cuts Yoongi off with finality, challenging him to continue, but the shorter boy only grimaces and mumbles under his breath about Jimin taking too long. Y/n and Taehyung look to each other for answers, only finding more confusion.

When Jimin does finally return -- somehow managing to balance 5 plates of food in his arms -- the group settles in to eat, chatting about various things until they finish their food. It’s nice, Y/n decides, to hang out with friends she doesn’t always find herself with. Although she’d become rather close with Jimin and Taehyung recently, she’d spent every Hogsmeade weekend with Jin and Namjoon until now, so this is all still relatively new to her.

It’s especially new to hang out so closely with Yoongi and Hoseok -- she admits that she’d definitely gotten comfortable with them since the day that Yoongi had claimed her bed as his own while she’d had a strangely deep heart to heart with Hoseok, but she still feels slightly tense around them. Their constant flirting has been more than disarming, but it flusters her most when they’re right in front of her. At least when they’re texting, she can hide in the comfort of her room, but here… she has nowhere to run if they decide to start teasing her.

As if to drag her out of her thoughts by proving her right, the warmth of a palm sliding across the expanse of her thigh startles her back to reality. She glances down quickly, taking in the fact that there is actually a hand on her leg, before following the arm up to its owner. Hoseok only eyes her with confusion, having reached across Yoongi to get her attention.

Turning quickly to Taehyung, she looks up at him with confused panic, as if to confirm that she’s not hallucinating. The Gryffindor’s already staring down at her leg, having seen the movement out of the corner of his eye. He meets her gaze with wide eyes before turning away, as if to tell her it’s none of his business what she gets up to with Hoseok in the middle of this pub. When she tries to lean in further for his attention, Tae only turns his whole body away from her, sipping at his drink and denying her silent plea for assistance with feigned ignorance.

He catches Jimin’s eye in doing so, and the Ravenclaw glances over quickly, his gaze catching on Hoseok’s ringed fingers resting on the inside seam of Y/n’s jeans. Immediately, Jimin’s choking on his food, turning away with reddening ears as he puts his napkin up to his mouth. Hoseok looks around, eyes wide with confusion at the reactions he’s getting. Yoongi only closes his eyes and nods, fully having expected this chain of commotion in the booth.

Y/n looks down at the hand in her lap once more, hating that the only thing coming to mind is that now she can definitely confirm that Hoseok’s hand is as large as she’d noted previously. She stares down at it, scandalized, only coming back to reality when Hoseok squeezes her thigh, drawing her attention back to him. He’s smiling, but it’s filled with bemusement.

“Princess, I’ve been talking to you for like five minutes -- where was your head?”

It was thinking about yo--

Y/n blinks, shaking her head both to answer Hoseok and to rid herself of the intrusive thought she’d just had. She looks to Yoongi quickly, terrified that he might somehow be sitting close enough to have heard the unexpected words that had crossed her mind. He’s examining her carefully out of the corner of his eye, but his face is void of emotion except for the hint of amusement in his gaze. When she makes eye contact with him, he leans in, holding her gaze and whispering to her in a low voice.

“He’s only trying to give you your potion for today -- are your thoughts wandering somewhere they shouldn’t be, babe?” Y/n leans away the closer Yoongi gets, deciding they’re both much too close for comfort. Pulling her leg gently from Hoseok’s grasp, she scoots in the booth until she’s flush with Taehyung, who continues to sip at his drink with vigor, as if he hadn’t just heard the entire exchange. She’s about to force the Gryffindor to acknowledge her existence and help her, but there’s another hand falling to her lap, this one different but warm all the same.

It’s Yoongi’s, and while he has his palm turned up toward her -- a vial filled with familiar contents sitting innocently there -- the contact is enough to have Taehyung elbowing Jimin urgently, decidedly finished with his lunch. The Ravenclaw scoots toward the edge of the booth, taking one last gulp of his butterbeer before gesturing vaguely at his coat pocket, where his phone sits untouched.

“Text from Namjoon -- bookstore -- gotta meet hi-- bye!” Wrapping his hand around Taehyung’s wrist, he pulls the boy with him out of the booth, and with that, the two of them disappear into the crowd and out the door. Y/n stares after them, panic seeping into every fiber of her being as she turns slowly to face the two Slytherins she’s been left alone with. Hoseok’s also staring at the spot their friends had disappeared into, but Yoongi only presses his hand further into Y/n’s lap, urging her to take the vial.

“Full moon’s tomorrow -- drink up, babe.”

--

“No, that has to be a fucking joke -- you’re lying to me--”

“I’m not lying! I hiked my ass up that fucking tree and sat there throwing sticks at this girl so she would stop hurting herself until 5 o’clock in the morning!” Y/n groans and hides behind her hands, laughing out of sheer humiliation while Hoseok retells the story of the night they’d met -- the night she’d almost killed him. Yoongi leans his head back against the booth and breathes out a laugh, unable to believe what he’s just heard. He turns to Y/n, reaching out and tugging on her wrists until her eyes appear from behind her hands.

“Thank you very much for not ripping my boyfriend to shreds before I could confess. I would have been pissed.” She pulls her wrist from Yoongi’s grasp, pushing at his shoulder with another groan. She notices out of the corner of her eye that Hoseok’s gesturing silently toward the bar, holding up three fingers before pointing at their table -- their third set of refills in the last two hours. The glint of the metal bands on his fingers catches her attention, and she swallows hard as she returns her gaze to Yoongi’s face. The look he’s giving her tells her he’s caught her staring, but he only smiles when she clears her throat and attempts to move on.

“I just think it’s ridiculous that -- for someone who claims to be obsessed with magizoology and all things magical creatures -- Hoseok didn’t think ahead before wandering out to the Forbidden Forest on a full moon night.” Hoseok cracks a smile, rolling his eyes good-naturedly at her jab before focusing in on the waiter that’s sliding three fresh butterbeers onto their table. He slips the man a tip with a quick thanks, man, before pushing two of the drinks over to Y/n and Yoongi. There’s something so effortlessly smooth about the way Hoseok had handled the entire interaction -- as mundane and simple as it’d been -- that sets Y/n’s nerves on fire, and she accepts the drink shyly. Her mind flashes back to the one time she’d been here with her brother and his friends, the way Remus had stumbled over his words and almost spilled his drink on the table. It isn’t as cute to her now as it was back then--

Wait, what the hell?

“Princess?” She looks up from her drink and finds both Hoseok and Yoongi staring at her, heads tilted in matching confusion. Hoseok’s eyes flick down to her drink, and he gestures toward the bar with his thumb. “You’ve been drinking them cold this whole time, but I can get you something else if you don’t want it--”

“No! No… Thank you. This is good.” Hoseok stops short at her outburst, Yoongi’s eyebrows lifting past his fringe in surprise. Y/n only looks between them for a moment before lifting the drink to her lips awkwardly. When she sets it down again, she doesn’t notice the line of foam stretching across her top lip. The boys focus in on it, Yoongi taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he decidedly leans toward her after a moment. Resting two fingers under her chin, he swipes his thumb slowly over her mouth, sitting back and sticking that same thumb in his mouth to clean the sugar off his skin when he’s done. Hoseok watches the exchange with unwavering intensity, following the path of Yoongi’s hand all the way to the smaller boy’s mouth. Y/n doesn’t realize she’s done the same.

Seeing that he’s being stared at, Yoongi smiles awkwardly, leaning his elbows on the table as the tips of his ears turn pink. Looking to his boyfriend, he opens his mouth.

“So… it’s your fault you almost died?” Hoseok blinks, the moment gone. Y/n takes another sip of her drink, giving herself time to hide behind the large mug that covers much of her reddening face when she tilts it back. She swipes self-consciously at her mouth with her sleeve when she’s done, hoping they wouldn’t have to repeat the intimate display from before. She thinks that, if not for the fact that she’s found herself sensitized to the sound of Hoseok’s voice, she would have missed his response.

“Alright, I feel like I have to defend myself here -- I mean, I was 13 and way too excited about finding that pack of sentient wolves I’d read about. You really can’t blame me for not expecting there to be students of Y/n’s… special nature.” Hoseok glances around the pub inconspicuously, and Y/n finds herself covered in goosebumps when he lowers his voice at the end.

What the hell is happening to me?

Y/n blinks quickly, willing her frazzled state to just disappear, and focuses on what he’d said previously instead. She meets his eyes, sighing slightly when she sees that he’s already peering at her, thoroughly entertained by whatever it is that he’s finding on her face.

“So--” Hoseok straightens, discarding whatever he’d been thinking about to pay attention. “--are you just a total magizoology nerd then? Is that what you wanna do after graduation?” As if he hadn’t been expecting her genuine interest in his life, Hoseok bows his head slightly at her question, visibly shy. Beside him, Yoongi smiles fondly, and Y/n’s reminded of that day in the forest, when their roles had been switched.

“Oh… Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m interested in…” Hoseok trails off, but Y/n watches Yoongi nudge him almost teasingly, urging him to continue what he hadn’t wanted to say before. “I-uh-- I’ve been looking at internships at St. Mungo’s, but I really don’t think I’m gonna get--”

“He’s going to get in. They’d be crazy not to take him.” Yoongi interrupts him, practically beaming with pride. “How could they not? He’s got real passion for it, it’s obvious. I’m kinda jealous -- I wish I could do something cool like that.” Hoseok takes a sip of his drink, clearly doing what Y/n had done earlier to hide from them, but she lets it slide with a teasing glance when he meets her eyes over the rim of the glass. Turning to Yoongi, she hums, noting that he doesn’t seem fazed at all with admitting something about his future.

“You can’t do something cool like that?” She doesn’t mean to pry, but even after she realizes that the question could be sensitive, Yoongi only breathes out a laugh, shaking his head. She’s relieved he hadn’t taken any kind of offense.

“Nah -- my parents are what you’d call… elitist freaks. They’ve got a serious hard-on for that psychopath running around with his cult, so… I’m honestly lucky if I make it out of this war with all my morals intact.” She is deeply unprepared for Yoongi’s response, the sudden heartbreak she’s experiencing only worsened by the fact that he says it with a straight face, as if he’d long resigned himself to the truth of his words. When he sees the look on her face, Yoongi’s expression softens, and he tilts his head to look at her, his eyes twinkling with endearment.

“Don’t pout at me like that, babe -- you're making me want to kiss it better.” If Y/n hadn’t been expecting that comment, Hoseok really hadn’t been expecting it. He chokes on his butterbeer immediately, waving at Y/n frantically when she tries to help. Slamming his drink down on the table, Hoseok grabs Yoongi, pulling the smaller boy to him, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s shoulder while he finishes his coughing fit. Yoongi only pats his back, making a face of playful disgust at being used as a napkin.

“Well, now that Hoseok’s thoroughly embarrassed himself and his Slytherin reputation in front of, like, a million people, I think it’s time we go get him his jelly slugs.” Yoongi nudges his boyfriend out of the booth, gesturing with a nod of his head for Y/n to follow as he sets some money on the table and slides out of the booth.

In contrast to the way Hoseok had entered the Three Broomsticks, he leaves with his head bowed, ears red as he slouches his way to the door. Yoongi chuckles from behind Y/n, shaking his head as he guides her through the crowd with his hand on her waist.

“Look at him go -- my tall, embarrassed boyfriend. How cute. Gotta get him his jelly slugs.” He says all this like he’s talking to himself -- not quite in full sentences, each word full of a kind of exasperated adoration that Y/n finds impossibly cute. Yoongi’s shaking his head like he’s disappointed by Hoseok’s rare awkwardness, but he’s smiling like he’s in love. Y/n feels both giddy by the display of affection and strange that she’s granted this kind of access to their relationship. She feels torn, quite frankly. Like she shouldn’t be allowed to see this side of them.

By the time they finally reach Honeydukes, Hoseok has regained his confidence, going so far as to walk backwards while he talks to them. It’s ridiculous, really, the way he changes before her eyes -- the slouching boy from before transforms into the arrogant Hoseok she knows well, the one who practically hangs off of her now, looking for any excuse to touch her. One hand pulls at her scarf, adjusting it, while the other grabs for her fingertips, asking with a smirk if she’d like him to warm her up before linking their fingers together playfully. Yoongi only follows along, smiling and feigning innocence when Y/n turns to him for help.

They’re so busy causing chaos amongst themselves that they don’t notice another group headed straight for the doors of Honeydukes -- when Y/n does finally see them, she’s startled simply because, in any other case on any other day, she would have noticed them from a mile away.

“Y/n, hi!” Remus smiles wide at her, waving excitedly when he catches her attention. Y/n stops short, shocked by his sudden appearance which, really, is not all that sudden. “I texted you to see if you wanted to meet up today, but I guess luck’s on our side, huh?” Making a noise of surprise, she reaches for her coat pocket, where her phone remains unchecked. She hadn’t even felt the vibrations of a notification, too distracted by Hoseok and Yoongi.

As she’s checking her phone -- and seeing that she does, in fact, have an unseen message from Remus -- she misses the way James’ gaze hones in on where her hand is still attached to Hoseok’s, but she certainly feels when Hoseok rips his hand from hers and stuffs it into the pocket of his jeans. Looking up in confusion, she finds that he’s not looking at her, only staring with determination at the display in the Honeydukes window. He looks conflicted, almost guilty, and when she turns to the Marauders, the expression of scandalized surprise on James and Sirius’ faces tells her why. If Remus had seen them holding hands, his face betrays nothing.

“I’m gonna just… go get my jelly slugs. I’ll see you inside.” Hoseok brushes past her, leaving her there with Remus as he heads into the sweets shop. Yoongi looks after his boyfriend, and Y/n sees him start to follow but stop in his tracks, choosing in the end to remain beside her. The decision throws her, but she’s learned that Yoongi doesn’t do anything without thinking it through first, so she lets it go. Turning to the boys, she smiles sweetly, addressing them with surprising ease, considering she’s in the company of her childhood crush.

“Did you guys just get here? I didn’t see you at the Three Broomsticks at all.” James shakes his head, pushing away the memory of her display of physical affection with Hoseok as he responds. Sirius, however, continues to squint suspiciously, looking between her and Yoongi as he hovers near Remus.

“Nah, we were just at Zonko’s for like two hours -- gotta stock up, you know.” He shakes a large plastic bag filled with tricks and pranks for effect, and Y/n steps forward to peer inside.

“Woah… I can only imagine how many detentions this’ll get you.” The boys all laugh at how well she knows them, but Sirius leans in with a conspiratorial grin.

“Say, Y/n -- I feel like we haven’t seen you in forever! Why’s that, hm?” Y/n meets his eyes, lost.

“What do you mean? We talk all the time--”

“Well, yeah, but with your brother glued to Jin now, our crew’s been feeling so… empty these days. The Telepathy Twins have abandoned us!” He drapes himself over Remus’ back and cries out dramatically as he finishes complaining, something that has Y/n rolling her eyes with a smile.

“I’ve been here, Sirius -- we can hang out whenever you want!” Sirius perks up, leaning in toward her face with a sly grin.

“How ‘bout now?” Y/n lifts a single eyebrow, leaning away from him with a look of disbelief.

“Now? But…” She’s about to say that she’s busy and can’t leave with them, even if Remus is right there offering to hang out. But her hesitation sets Yoongi on edge, and he steps in quickly, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and tugging her back toward him. When she’s close enough, he takes his arm and throws it around her waist, moving behind her as he pulls her flush against his chest. She’s suddenly trapped against him, something made more clear in the way Yoongi leans his chin on her shoulder. She can almost feel the smirk spread across his lips as he speaks, his voice vibrating against the shell of her ear.

“Sorry boys, but Y/n’s really hard to get a hold of these days. Hoseok and I barely managed to reserve time with her today -- what kind of person would I be if I just let you steal her away from us?” Y/n’s not sure what to do with the show Yoongi’s putting on, and she knows by the way his arm is firm against her waist that he’s not letting her go anytime soon.

She watches lamely as Sirius hums contemplatively, having expected some sort of reaction from Yoongi but not quite this. Remus’ eyebrows lift in surprise as his gaze drops to the arm wrapped around her, but he doesn’t say anything. James is the first to respond, shaken from his shock at Yoongi’s bold move by the realization that this looks not unlike a literal standoff right in front of a crowded shop.

“Well, we’ll just have to schedule our own time later on, then, won’t w-- oh!” He reacts when the doorbell above the Honeydukes door rings out, revealing Hoseok as he exits, holding a bag of jelly slugs and sugar quills for Yoongi. There are a couple chocolate bars in his hand, something he knows helps Y/n after the full moon. He’s so busy sifting through his bag that it takes him a second to see the scene he’s just walked into.

When he does look up, he’s stopping short, eyes trained evenly on the compromising position his boyfriend’s in. Whatever thoughts are crossing his mind in that moment are unseen on his face, his eyes unblinking as they pass over Yoongi’s arm, Yoongi’s chin, Yoongi’s lips pressed against Y/n’s ear as she’s pressed against his chest. They all stand there for a moment, frozen, waiting for Hoseok to react.

And then he’s blinking, looking away as he moves toward Remus and holds out one of the chocolate bars in his hand. Remus takes it, uncertain of what’s happening in Hoseok’s head right now. The Slytherin explains with one line and a polite smile.

“You look tired.” He’s not wrong -- Remus’ eyes show his exhaustion, his face and shoulders more slouched than usual as his body fights against the force of the moon, almost full. He looks how Y/n feels inside, but the adrenaline from the day spent with Hoseok and Yoongi -- apparently not yet over -- had kept her from feeling the full effects of the near future. Now that Hoseok’s mentioning it, Y/n feels herself start to become drained of energy, something that she knows Yoongi notices when she shifts in his arms and he tightens his hold on her.

Remus takes the chocolate with a tired smile, thanking Hoseok under his breath. And then he’s leaning around the Slytherin to wave kindly -- albeit a bit awkwardly -- at Y/n and Yoongi, still entangled in each other’s limbs.

“Good luck tomorrow, Y/n -- let me know if you need me, okay?” It’s innocent, it truly is. And Y/n’s grateful for it, the way Remus has always looked out for her. But the way Hoseok glances over his shoulder at her, his eyes appearing almost resigned, leaves her unsettled. And when the tips of Yoongi’s fingers dig into her side, betraying his annoyance with the comment, Y/n can’t help the fluttering feeling that rushes into the pit of her stomach. A feeling strictly reserved for Remus -- until now.

She waves awkwardly as they go, painfully aware of the sudden wave of crisp air hitting her back when Yoongi finally steps away from her. He holds his hand out for Hoseok’s bag, offering to carry it. Hoseok hands him the sweets, passing Y/n her chocolate bar without a word. The three of them are quiet as they exchange items, none of them quite certain how to proceed from what had just happened. Y/n feels guilty, like she’s the reason Hoseok and Yoongi are silent with each other.

Then, Hoseok’s turning to her, decidedly ignoring the entire situation with an easy grin. But there, in his eyes, is a glint of mischief, something teasing and light but intense enough to tell her that he won’t be forgetting about this moment for a long time, and that ignites something in her that she’s never felt before -- not even with Remus. It sends her heartbeat straight to her ears, muffling everything around her as her stomach drops in a way that she can’t bring herself to describe negatively. She barely registers Hoseok’s hand on her elbow, calling for her attention as he directs a bright smile at her.

“Ready to go, Princess?”

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SERIES (2+ chapters):

Chronological series:

The Five Stages of Grief : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer going through the stages of grief after the death of the Reader. (ANGST) ♥️⚠️ —completed—

- Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader meets a mysterious man at the library during book club. ♥️ -in progress- -prompt/request—fic swap— (18+)

Unlinked series:

Spencer Reid & Letters: Group of fics exploring how Spencer and different types of Readers correspond through letters and their relationships.(Fluff- may contain angst & smut in the future) -in progress-

Fluff:

Oneshots:

- Ghost Story : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer tells Reader a ghost story before the power goes out.—request—

- Curl Recovery : Post Prison Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Curly Hair Reader: Spencer’s hair took a beating in prison along with the rest of his being. Reader helps Spencer gain a little back of what he lost. ♥️-Hurt/Comfort-

- 9 o’clock : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Barista Reader: Reader is an owner of a coffee shop and learns the identity of her late night regular as well as the reason why he likes so much sugar in his coffee.

- Dahlias :Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer over analyzing what type of flowers to get for Reader for their first date ♥️-fic swap-

- Happy Coincidences : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: You keep running into Spencer before work will you ever get his number? -request-

- The Best Time To Wear a Striped Sweater: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Where does Spencer’s striped sweater go after the first episode?—1000 follower celebration—

- My Knight in Shiny Armor: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Reader is a fantasy novelist and writes Spencer into their story. ♥️ —fic swap—

- The Melody Lives On: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Seeing Spencer after so long apart makes past feelings come to the surface again.

- Cinematic Coincidences: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer can’t bring himself to go on another date that’s been set up for him- so he stands his date up. Spence seemingly can’t catch a break and runs into the date he stood up. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Origins: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Reader is from a specific geographical location): Reader feels homesick after a particularly gruesome case. Spencer can’t buy a plane ticket, but he can try to help recreate part of home with them. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Question and Answer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Garcia gets Reader to answer some questions about their feelings for Spencer. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Shining Bright Above You: Spencer Reid x Male Reader: Spencer finally gets to go out with his boyfriend after getting out of prison and gets to see the light despite the overwhelming darkness. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

- Unwinding in the Vines: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Reader can’t get enough of cuddling Spencer. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Manicured: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer finally lets Reader paint his nails. -30 fics in 30 days-

Blurbs/Ficlets:

- Lactose Intolerant: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader : Spencer loves dairy despite his allergy, it comes back to bite him and reader takes care of him. ♥️

- Spooked: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Reader really wishes Spencer hadn’t picked a haunted house as a team bonding exercise.

- Four More Months & No More Months Spencer Reid x Pregnant Female Reader: Spencer talking to their baby while Reader pretends to sleep.-1000 follower celebration-1250 follower celebration-request-

Angst:

Oneshots:

- Jinxed : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader : Reader is deeply affected by a case and is comforted by Spencer, at the end of the case Reader gets injured. (ENDS HAPPY)

- Too little Too Late : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer isn’t sure what he’s fighting for anymore and feels abandoned by Y/N and his team. Set post Revelations. Major Trigger Warnings ⚠️ (SAD ENDING)

- A Greek Tragedy: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Masc. coded) :Spencer and Reader’s lives now resemble a Greek tragedy after Spencer returns from his kidnapping. ♥️⚠️(Hurt Comfort) (Light at the first of a tunnel sad ending)-prompt/request-

- Off the Table: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Based off the Ariana Grande song off the table. Reader wants to ask Spencer- I’d love off the table? ♥️⚠️ —1000 follower celebration— —request-

- Converging Parallels: Spencer Reid x Female Single Mom Reader: Spencer goes to a support group Penelope suggested after the death of Maeve. He quickly connects with a single mom who’s experiences have been similar to Spencer’s. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Tiny Vessels: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer is done lying to himself about his true feelings for reader, but isn’t done lying to them. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

Smutty (not full on smut, smut is further down):

Oneshots:

- Yeah: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: When Reader’s favorite song comes on while they’re out at a bar with the team, Reader can’t resist wanting to dance with Spencer even if it outs their secret relationship. -request-

- Training Wheels: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Years ago Spencer taught Reader to drive despite the fact that he hates driving. When they become good at driving enough to learn how to ride a motorcycle they get Spencer to come along for a ride.

Smut:

Oneshots:

Sub!Spencer Reid x Reader:

x Gender Neutral Reader:

- Georgia Peach: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer sees reader eating a peach and goes a little crazy. ♥️ -request-

- Helping hands: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: After a bad case Spencer needs help shaving after getting injured, he gets help from the least likely person to help in his life. ♥️ (Enemies to lovers) -prompt/request-

- Slapped: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader x Elle Greenaway: impromptu little fic that @sparklinspence and I ended up writing quickly in the reblogs about Spencer getting his cock slapped while away on a case. ♥️

x Female Reader:

- Surprise Pretty Boy  :Sub!Spencer : Spencer Reid x Female Reader : Reader hasn’t had any sex in what feels like forever, so she seduces Spencer. When they get to Reader’s apartment she has a surprise waiting for him.

- Solaris: Sub!Spencer : Spencer Reid x Female Reader : Spencer and Reader finally get a vacation, so they go and see a Russian film called Solaris. Reader coxes Spencer into getting freaky in the theatre.

- Painted Nails: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer’s dom paints his nails for date night and she goes crazy at the sight of them.—-request—-

- Plot twist: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader buys a new pair of heels but they aren’t for her. ♥️ —750 follower celebration—

- Keep Reading: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader brings a surprise for Spencer at their picnic date. -♥️—750 follower celebration— —prompt/request-

- Braided Brat: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer lets Reader braid his hair, he can’t help but tease her. —750 follower celebration—

- Pleasent Surprise: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader asks Spencer if she can try to be more dominant in the bedroom. —750 follower celebration—

- Guest Lecturer: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: gets Spencer riled up during class while he’s guest lecturing. ♥️—750 follower celebration—

-Taking care: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer needs Reader to help him relax after some people were unkind to him —750 follower celebration—-request-

- Good in Red: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer really likes the color of your lipstick. ♥️ —1000 follower celebration—

- Green with Envy: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer gets mad over something reader can’t control and a fight ensues- plus heavy makeup sex after the fight.

- Soured Nostalgia: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: When Reader moves their stuff in to Spencer’s apartment they find photos that he kept over the years. One photo of the past springs up memories of Spencer’s precious relationship with Elle. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

-Erotica Explained: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer finds Reader’s erotica writing. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

Dom!Spencer Reid x Reader:

- Star Trek vs. Star Wars: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader Smut: Spencer and reader get into a heated argument over which is better Star Trek or Star Wars, Reader in turn breaks some of Spencer’s rules. —fic swap—

- The Case of the Missing Coffee: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader Smut: Spencer gets on Reader’s nerves just a little too much one day.—fic swap—

-Occupied: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer and Reader get caught in a bar bathroom by one of their coworkers after Reader couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. -500 follower celebration- -prompt/request-

- Birthday Spankings: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: A normally shy reader decides to tease Spencer on his birthday thinking she could get away with it —request—

- Poker Face: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader thought she could get away with speaking her desires out loud as long as they were in a different language. Turns out, someone could understand her. ♥️

- April Fools: Dom!Spencer (not as harsh as others): Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer needs to one up Reader just as he’s about to loose a prank war. —30 fics in 30 days-

- Dressed in Crimson: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader:(Royalty AU)Spencer is a stable boy with a passion for learning and Reader is the princess of the palace that he serves in. They’ve been in a secret relationship, the two grow restless about not being able to be out in the open. ♥️ -30 fics in 30 days-

Non specific dom Spencer Reid x Reader:

- Russian Roulette: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Unsub Reader: Reader and Spencer formed a relationship during an investigation, turns out she was the unsub they were looking for. Spencer finds the Readers hiding place cornering her, but he can’t let her go yet. Major Trigger Warnings ♥️⚠️ (SAD ENDING)

- Mismatched: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader is Spencer’s roommate and they have been pining after each other for a while. One morning they finally get to act on their feelings.

- The Big Bluff: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer goes up against a professional poker player. ♥️-500 follower celebration-

- Any Iteration: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader is nervous that this new iteration of her won’t be something Spencer will like. ♥️

Blurbs:

- A Snowy Morning After: Part One, Part Two: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: After being snowed in after a one night stand, Spencer wants to go for a round two. -1000 follower celebration—30 fics in 30 days-

Chip Taylor x Reader (MGG character from 68 kill)

Fluff:

Oneshots:

- Chipped: Chip Taylor x Gender Neutral Reader: Chip Taylor watching Beauty and the beast for the first time with Reader. -500 follower celebration- -prompt/request-

Angst:

Smut:

Oneshots:

Sub!Chip Taylor x Reader:

- Party Play: Sub!Chip: Chip Taylor x Female Reader: After Reader gets Chip to voice one of his deepest desires Reader takes him to a play party Reader’s friend hosts. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

Raymond Wadsworth x Reader (MGG character from Suburban Gothic)

Fluff:

Oneshots:

- Unsolved: Raymond Wadsworth x Gender Neutral Reader: Raymond runs into the buzzfeed unsolved duo investigating the same place he is, plus their cute camera operator. -500 follower celebration- -prompt/request-

Smut:

Oneshots:

Sub!Raymond Wadsworth:

- Spooks: Sub!Raymond: Raymond Wadsworth x Female Reader: Raymond starts sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong at the next haunting he’s investigating. ♥️ -30 fics in 30 days-

Angst:

Oneshots:

Blurbs:

- Birthday Blues: Raymond Wadsworth x Gender Neutral Reader: Raymond wants his partner to come back from the dead.

Franklin x Reader (MGG character from Beginner’s luck)

Fluff:

Oneshots:

- Bowling Ball Baby Franklin x Pregnant Female Reader: Franklin and Reader get into a fight about him not being there for Reader’s pregnancy. He has a unique way of apologizing.♥️-Hurt/Comfort-

- Gutter Balls Franklin x Male Reader: While meeting up for a friendly game of bowling with Franklin’s team some very rude people try to insert their opinion on yours and Franklin’s relationship. (Has some angst but is v happy). —request—

- Chili Cheese Fries: Franklin x Gender Neutral Reader: Franklin tries to make bowling alley food taste better during a first date. ♥️ -30 fics in 30 days-

Angst:

Smut:

Oneshots:

- The Owner’s Office: Dom!Franklin: Franklin x Female Reader: Franklin won’t stop pestering the owner of the alley about getting a discount. —1000 follower celebration— —prompt/request— ♥️

Lesley Smith-Juniment x Reader (MGG in Hot Air)

Fluff:

- Unintentionally Unrequited: Lesley Smith-Juniment x Gender Neutral Reader: Reader holds in their love for Lesley after his broken engagement. -30 fics in 30 days-

Angst:

Smut:

-Will be adding more characters in the future-