#but that is what makes for a good drama I guess

[jazzy96scorpio]

Daddy's Girl

Description: You crave for a taste of danger. He's got a reputation for trouble. When you shared interest in age-gap kink that brings you together, your lust explodes in a night of raw passion. But your secret trysts in the back room of the video shop are just the beginning of a dangerous game.

Pairing: You / Clint - age gap (early 20's / late 40's)

Warnings ⚠️:Adult content, Contains strong sexual themes, daddy kink, age gap, rough sex, oral sex (fem. rec), unprotected sex, SMUT

It was late afternoon, it was your last hours of work in the Late Night Video shop. Dust motes dance in the single shaft of sunlight slicing through the gloom, illuminating rows of DVDs and VHS tapes like forgotten relics. Boredom gnaws at you.

You rearrange the staff picks display for the tenth time, the plastic cases clicking softly in the silence.  You’re so lost in thought you almost don't hear the bell above the door jingle.

Then he walks in.

Clint.

A man with a reputation.  Whispers followed him like shadows – a troubled past, a tough guy exterior, a hint of danger lurking beneath the surface.  You'd heard the stories, of course.  Small-town gossip about his wilder days, his brushes with the law, the kind of things that made mothers clutch their pearls and daughters whisper with a mixture of fear and fascination.  But you weren't like the other girls.  You weren't afraid of a little danger.  In fact, you were drawn to it. To him.

He’s wearing his usual leather jacket, the one that molds to his broad shoulders like it was made for him. His dark slicked brown hair back from his face, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the slight touch of grey at his temples. God damn, the man is older, but he’s so hot it makes your breath catch in your throat. He moves with a quiet confidence, a swagger that isn't arrogant, just… there.

"Hey," he says, his voice a low rumble, the California accent wrapping around the word like warm honey. It’s a sound you haven't heard in ages, a sound that always does something funny to your insides.

"Clint," you reply, trying to keep your voice even, casual. "Wow, haven't seen you in forever."

He gives you a lopsided grin. "Yeah, well, last time I saw you, you were still rocking pigtails and chasing after ice cream trucks."

You blush, heat prickling your cheeks. "Things change, I grow up." you mumble, gesturing around the shop. "Guess I work here now."

His eyebrows rise in surprise. "No kidding? What happened to old Mrs. Henderson?"

"Fired," you say bluntly. "Something about… 'creative accounting.'"

Clint chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Small town drama," he murmurs. He glances around the shop, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long before shifting away. "How's your dad?"

"He's good," you say. "Fine. You know, same old dad.." It feels strange talking about your dad with Clint. They used to be friends, close even, but something had happened between them, a rift you never fully understood.

"Good, good," he says. He pauses, a flicker of something unreadable in his brown eyes.  "So, what are you looking for today?" you ask, trying to steer the conversation away from your dad.

"Something special," he replies, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'll know it when I see it."

He starts to browse, moving slowly down the aisles, his eyes scanning the shelves. You watch him, your heart pounding in your chest.

The way he runs a hand through his wet hair, the way his leather jacket creaks with each movement, the way his gaze keeps drifting back to you… it’s all too much. You feel like you’re standing too close to a live wire, buzzing with an energy you can’t control.

A couple of minutes pass, the silence stretching taut between you and Clint as he browses the shelves. You can feel your pulse quickening, a rebellious streak surfacing within you. You want this man. Plain and simple. And you're not going to let years between you – stop you.

Taking a deep breath, you approach him. He’s stopped in front of a shelf, his fingers tracing the spine of a VHS tape. You peer over his shoulder. It’s an older tape, the cover featuring a couple with a significant age gap. Kink. Specifically, age gap kink porn. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips.

"Good choice," you say, your voice a low murmur. "That's a good one."

He turns, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "You've seen it?" he asks.

"Well," you reply, shrugging nonchalantly, "I need to know what I'm selling, right?"

A slow smile spreads across his face. "Right," he echoes, his gaze lingering on yours.

You lean closer, just a little, the scent of his leather jacket and something subtly spicy, maybe sandalwood, filling your nostrils. "So," you purr, your voice dropping to a near whisper, "do *you* like this kind of… thing?"

He meets your gaze, his eyes darkening slightly. "Let's just say," he replies, his voice a low rumble, "I appreciate a good story."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful challenge in your eyes. "And what kind of story do you think this one tells?"

He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that vibrates through you.  "One I find really…appealing," he admits, his eyes locking with yours.

"I agree," you say, a slow smile spreading across your face.  "It's kind of my thing too."

He grins, the expression making him look younger, more mischievous.  "Is that so?"

"Mmm-hmm," you hum, turning and walking towards the cash register.  He follows, the VHS tape clutched in his hand.

As you ring him up, he pulls out his wallet.  "This one's on me," you say, meeting his gaze.

His smile widens. "I appreciate that," he says, a hint of something deeper in his voice.

He takes the tape and turns to leave, pausing at the door.  He looks back at you, a lingering look that sends a shiver down your spine.  Then, with a final, almost imperceptible nod, he steps out.

The next day, as you arrive for your shift, you spot him. Clint. He's strolling casually past the video shop, a familiar figure in his leather jacket. The air crackles with a subtle energy, a hum of anticipation. He greets you with a nod, his eyes lingering a little too long, a little too intensely.

"Hey, darling."

"Hey," you reply, trying to keep your voice casual, even though your heart is doing a little flutter-kick in your chest. "So," you venture, a playful glint in your eyes, "did you enjoy the tape?"

A slow smile spreads across his face. "I enjoyed it sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Liked it a lot, actually."

"Told you it was a good one," you say, meeting his gaze. "Just like you." The words slip out, a bit bolder than you intended, but you don't really care.

He chuckles, his eyes raking over you, lingering on the short dress you’d strategically chosen for today. It’s a bit daring, you know, but you’re feeling daring.

His gaze makes you feel a little exposed, but in a good way. "Well," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice, "seems you really *do* have good taste." He winks, and that simple gesture sends a little jolt of electricity through you.

He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I'd like to buy you a coffee," he murmurs, his voice low and suggestive. "Thank you for the… recommendation."

"I'd like that," you reply, meeting his gaze. "But after work.  We can…have some fun." You keep it casual, but the implication is there, simmering beneath the surface.

He grins, a flash of white teeth against his tanned skin. "That's good, see you later" he says, his eyes burning into yours.

You turn and walk into the shop, your back tingling under his gaze.  You can feel his eyes on you as you move, the heat of his attention a pleasant distraction. Inside, you can barely focus on your work, the thought of seeing him later a little buzz of excitement in the back of your mind. You catch your reflection in the security mirror – the short dress, the way your hair falls around your shoulders, the little smile playing on your lips. You know exactly what you're doing. And you can’t wait.

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Later, after your shift ends, you head to the small coffee and dining restaurant on the edge of town. It's a quiet place, perfect for a discreet rendezvous. As you pull into the parking lot, you see him. Clint. 

He's already there, sitting in his car, one arm resting on the steeringwheel.  He looks up as you approach, his eyes sweeping over you, lingering on the curve of your hips, the way your dress clings to your thighs.

As you approach you lean against his car, mirroring his relaxed posture, your eyes meeting his.  His gaze travels over your face, then lower, lingering for a moment too long on your breasts.  You don't mind.  In fact, you relish it.

"So," he says, a playful smile on his lips, "about that coffee…"

He doesn't even try to hide his appreciation, his gaze hot and hungry.

"Like what you see?" you purr, a playful smile on your lips.

He grins, a flash of white teeth against his tanned skin. "I do," he admits, his voice a low rumble. "Very much."

You feel a surge of desire, a longing that's both thrilling and terrifying.  You want him.  Here. Now.  But you also know you need to play this right.

"Let's go inside," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.  "We can… discuss it further over coffee."

He pushes open the car door and steps out, his eyes still locked with yours. The air crackles between you, thick with unspoken desire.

He grins, a flash of white teeth against his tanned skin.  "Lead the way, darling," he replies, his voice laced with a promise that makes your heart pound.

He falls into step beside you as you head towards the restaurant, his hand brushing against your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

Inside, you find a secluded booth, the dim lighting casting an intimate glow. As you sip your coffee, the conversation flows easily, but the undercurrent of tension is undeniable. You flirt shamelessly, your words laced with double entendres and suggestive glances.

"You know," he says, his voice low and husky, "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Oh yeah?" you reply, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "And what have you been thinking?"

He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's just say I've been replaying some scenes in my head," he whispers, his eyes darkening.  "Scenes that involve you, me, and maybe a few other…*toys*."

A gasp escapes you, a mixture of shock and excitement. "You're bold," you manage to say, your voice trembling slightly.

"Only for you, darling," he replies, his hand reaching out to trace a fingertip along your jawline. "Only for you."

You shiver under his touch, the heat of his gaze making you feel like you're melting. "And what kind of toys are we talking about?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smirks. "The kind that make you scream," he whispers, his eyes burning into yours.  "The kind that leave you begging for more."

"...I'd like to play with those toys," you whisper, your voice husky with desire.

He smiles, a slow, predatory curve of his lips.  "I thought you might," he murmurs.

You lean closer, your breath ghosting against his ear.  "I think we could have some fun back at the shop," you whisper, your voice laced with a dangerous promise.  "I want you to fuck me so hard the whole street hears me."

His smile widens, a glint of pure lust in his eyes. He takes your hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Let's go," he says, his voice low and urgent.

He leads you out of the restaurant and back to his car. He opens the door for you, his eyes never leaving yours. You slide into the passenger seat, the leather cool against your skin. He gets in beside you, the air between you thick with anticipation.

He starts the car, "Ready?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.

"More than ready," you reply, your heart pounding in your chest.

He drives quickly, the silence between you charged with unspoken desire.  When you arrive at the video shop, the street is deserted, the only light coming from the moon hanging high in the sky. You fumble with the keys, your hands trembling slightly.  He takes them from you, unlocks the door, and pushes it open.

You step inside and he follows you in, his eyes on your back as you lock the door behind you.

He turns you to face him, his hands cupping your face, his thumbs brushing against your lips. He kisses you, a deep, hungry kiss that sends a wave of heat through you.  He pulls you close, his body pressed against yours, and you can feel the hard length of him against your thigh.  He wants you.  You know it.  And you want him just as badly.

His hand slides beneath your dress, his fingers tracing a burning path across your skin.  You gasp, your breath catching in your throat.  "God, you're so hot," he murmurs against your lips.

You pull back slightly, a mischievous glint in your eyes.  "I have a surprise for you," you whisper.

You turn and walk towards the back of the shop, your hips swaying provocatively.  You reach the shelves, and with a practiced movement, you open the secret passage, revealing a hidden room beyond.

He stares at you, a mixture of surprise and lust in his eyes.  "What's this?" he asks, his voice husky.

"Our playground," you reply, taking his hand and leading him through the passage.

The room is small and dimly lit, the walls lined with shelves filled with… other kinds of entertainment.  He closes the door behind you.

He kisses you again, a fierce, passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.  He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and carries you to a sturdy table in the center of the room.  He lays you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I've been waiting for this all day," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

"Me too," you breathe, your heart pounding in your chest.

He leans down and kisses you again, his tongue tracing the curve of your lips.  His hand slides beneath your dress, his fingers finding their way between your legs.  You gasp, a moan escaping your lips.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice rough with lust.  "I can't wait to taste you."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes burning into yours.  "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice low and serious.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice trembling with desire.  "More than sure."

He smiles, a slow, seductive smile that makes your breath catch in your throat.  "Then let's get started," he says, his voice laced with a promise of pleasure.

He takes off your dress, his eyes never leaving your body. You help him with his jacket and shirt, the anticipation building with each button undone. He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin, and kisses you, a slow, lingering kiss that ignites a fire within you. 

He traces the kiss down your neck, his lips grazing your collarbone, then lower, his tongue flicking across your breasts. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. He licks your nipples, sucking them gently, teasing them until they’re hard and aching.  You moan, arching your back, offering yourself to him.

He moves lower, his fingers tracing the curve of your stomach, then dipping beneath the elastic of your panties.  He rips them off, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of your exposed vulva.

"Fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with lust. "You're beautiful. So fucking beautiful." He rubs his fingers against your clit, teasing you, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

He leans closer, his tongue flicking against your clit, tasting you. You're so wet, dripping with desire.  "Mmm, you taste so good," he groans.  He grabs your thighs, pulling you closer, and starts to lick you more roughly, his tongue swirling inside you, exploring every inch of your swollen clit. 

You moan, clutching his arms, your body trembling with pleasure.  He then inserts a finger inside you, mimicking his tongue, pushing in and out as he continues to lick you. 

"Come on, babygirl," he whispers, his voice rough and urgent. "Come for me. I want to taste it."  He continues his assault, his fingers thrusting deeper inside you as his tongue dances across your clit.  A loud moan escapes your lips as you come, your body convulsing with pleasure.

"There you go, good girl," he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. He licks you one more time, savoring your taste. "So sweet," he breathes.

Blushing, you watch as he pulls back, his eyes still on you. He unbuckles his belt, the sound echoing in the small room, and pulls down his pants and boxers. His cock is huge, throbbing, the tip leaking with pre-cum.

"Fuck," you whisper, your eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension.  "That's… huge. Will it even fit?"

He smiles, a slow, confident smile that makes your heart pound.  "We'll make it fit, babygirl," he says, his voice a low rumble.

"Don't worry." He slaps his cock against your dripping vulva. "You haven't had a big one like this, have you?"

"Fuck no," you breathe, your eyes locked with his. "Please… I need you."

He guides his cock with his right hand, his left hand resting on your knee, as he tries to enter you. You’re so tight.

"Come on, babygirl," he whispers, his voice thick with lust. "Relax. Let me in…"

You moan and curse, a burning sensation spreading through you. "Fuck… you're so big," you gasp. "I can't…"

He whispers "Sshhh..just a little bit more.."

He thrusts, a hard, fast move that pushes him deep inside you. "There you go," he grunts, his voice rough. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" He starts to move, slowly at first, then his thrusts become harder, deeper.

He leans down and kisses you, his huge hand cupping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks.  "You're mine now, babygirl," he growls against your lips. "All mine.  Gonna use you 'til you can't walk."

"Fuck yes," you moan, your body writhing beneath him. "Fuck me, Daddy.  Use me hard."

He groans, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.  He loves that. The way you call him Daddy, the way you surrender to him.  It makes him feel powerful, in control.

He moves faster, harder, you are milking his cock with your juices. With every thrust, you feel closer to another orgasm. "Oh, fuck," you moan. "Yes… harder…"

He squeezes your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples. "Oh shit, babygirl," he groans. "You're better than any porn star. Come on, scream for me."

He begins to move faster, harder, his thrusts driving you wild.  He pulls out slightly, then flips you over onto your stomach.  "Now we're going to do this my way," he whispers in your ear, his voice rough and possessive.  He’s rough, but you love it.

He enters you from behind with a hard thrust, pushing you down onto the table.  He grips your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. You moan, so close to the edge. His cock fills you deeply, hitting that sweet spot, making you ache for more.

"Cum inside me," you whisper, your voice thick with lust. "I'm safe."

He laughs, a low, throaty sound. "Oh, I will fill you up, sweetheart," he promises. "I'm not leaving until you're all full of me and dripping." 

He grabs your ass cheeks, thrusting harder, deeper. You feel your pussy squeezing him, and you come again, a loud, shuddering orgasm. You squirt, your juices dripping onto his cock and balls.

He groans as he comes, his hot cock filling you with his seed. He stays inside you for a moment, his cock twitching. He kisses your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "You were so good for me," he murmurs.

He pulls out, your juices mixing with his on his cock. He stuffs his cock back into his pants, his eyes still on you. He kisses you again, his tongue filling your mouth, tasting you one last time.

He brushes your face, fixing your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. He kisses you once more, a soft, lingering kiss.  "I enjoyed that," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Sorry about your panties."

He helps you with your dress, his fingers brushing against your skin, igniting a fresh wave of desire. "I wish I could stay longer," he murmurs, "but I have to go."

He offers to drive you home. "Better not," you say. "My dad would kill you."

"I'll drop you off before your house," he says, his eyes meeting yours.

He drives you home, the silence between you comfortable, charged with the memory of what just transpired.  As he pulls up a block from your house, he turns to you, his eyes searching yours. He reaches out, his hand brushing against your legs, sending a shiver down your spine.

He leans in and kisses you one last time, a slow, lingering kiss that tastes of promise. 

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart," he murmurs against your lips. "We're gonna keep this our little secret, right?"

"Right," you whisper, kissing him back. "Goodbye, Daddy. See you tomorrow."

He smiles, a slow, seductive smile that makes your heart flutter. He starts the engine and pulls away, leaving you in the quiet darkness, the memory of his touch still burning on your skin.

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

Autograph

Season Three Episode Seven

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

Words: 6438

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Summary: When the team is called in on a case involving the reader’s notorious ex, they all must set aside their frustration to stop a kidnapper. 

Notes: You thought you’d get a break from the drama, huh? Not yet, baby. We have to insert some angst and backstory after all the grieving. Mwahahaha. 

-

You held the invitation with a shaking hand, your whole body vibrating with anger. 

Brian Calvin, PHD, invites you to the release of his new book, Don’t Blow Out the Candles: The Story Behind the Birthday Cake Killings followed by a fundraiser gala for the victims of violent crimes. All guests will be treated to a reading from the book and a panel with Dr. Calvin. Events will be held at the Rayson Hotel, April 14th beginning with the reading at 5:00.

A note beneath was written by hand. 

I hope you’ll be my guest of honor. 

Love, Brian.

The nerve of the bastard.

You didn’t know which you wanted to rip apart more, the invitation or the man who sent it. Instead, you focused on making breakfast and a pot of coffee for the sleeping agent back in your bed. 

Spencer was sleeping in for the first time in weeks. With case after case, it felt like there was no end to the travel or the work. You weren’t faring much better when it came to free time. When you weren’t interviewing prisoners or taking care of Jack, you were planning a fall wedding. October, just like when you met. 

And now Calvin thought he could waltz back in and ruin it all over again. Well, he was going to have to try a little harder than a goddamn party. 

The padding of footsteps on the floor pulled you from your focus on eggs you were scarcely close to burning. 

“Morning,” you greeted, giving Spence a smile to show nothing was wrong. 

He saw right through it, of course. “Good morning.” Spencer kissed your cheek and sat at the table to pick up one of his books that went over your head. He spotted the invitation you left on the counter. “What’s this?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You dropped the spatula and reached for the paper before he could get a closer look, but he was too quick. 

His brows shot up. “Brian Calvin?” 

“Spence-”

“As in the professor that pushed you further into an addiction that almost killed you? As in your ex, Brian Calvin?” 

“That would be the one.” You threw the invitation in the trash and went back to breakfast. “Guess I know what he’s been up to all these years.” You took a shaky breath and shook your head. “Damn good title, though.” 

“Does Hotch know?” Spencer asked. 

“Spence, I just opened it,” You sighed. “No. Nobody knows.” You plated eggs for him and yourself and sat across from him. “And besides, it doesn’t matter.”

“He wrote a book about what he did to you like it’s noble,” he said. “Of course, it matters.” 

“Yeah, well, he isn’t the first person to paint me in a bad light and he probably won’t be the last.” Pushing your food around with your fork, you stared out the window. “I’m surprised people haven’t blamed me for Haley, too.” 

Spence crossed over to you, kneeling at your side. He took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips. 

“Is that what you think?” 

“I’m fine, Spence.” You kissed his forehead, rustling his hair. “I’m just in a mood now. You don’t have to worry.” 

A small, but sweet smile graced his face. “I always worry.” 

“I know, and it’s very touching, but you are going to be late for work.” You brought his lips to yours for a brief kiss. “I made some extra coffee for you to take with you.” 

Spence stood and poured some in a travel mug. He didn’t look at you, but you could tell where his mind was at with his next words. “Any interviews today?”  

“Do you get this worried when Prentiss talks to inmates?” 

He snorted. “Prentiss carries a gun. And you may be scary, Y/N, but I hate to break it to you.” He leaned on the counter. “She’s scarier.” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but he made too good of a point. “Fair enough. But that doesn’t mean I’m not good at my job.” 

“Did I say anything to the contrary?” He held up his hands. “I am your fiance. I’m sorry if you being locked in a room with murderous felons isn’t on my list of things I’m comfortable with.” Spence scarfed down the rest of his breakfast. “I just wish you could be amazing at your job on the other side of bulletproof glass.”

“Right back at you, baby,” you teased. “Now go, get out of here before Aaron chews your ass for being late.” 

“Alright, I’m going.” He started for the door but hurried back for one more kiss. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Dr. Reid. Go save somebody today.” 

“Let’s hope we don’t have to.” 

When the door closed behind him, you remembered that you had somewhere to be as well. 

You managed to get to your office with a few minutes to spare and look over your files before you had to present a study to your boss. The door to your office was open when you got there. 

“Y/N,” Dr. Brian Calvin leaned on your desk. “It’s been a while.” 

-

JJ laid the files in front of them and clicked to display the series of photos on the screen. “Georgetown sophomore, Riley Beaumont, was reported missing by her roommate two days ago. Last night, police received this.”

She clicked again, displaying a scanned poster, vandalized with what looked to be lipstick. 

A flier for Brian Calvin’s book release, written over with the words:

You owe us. 

On the back was a short letter, detailing Riley’s kidnapping and demanding that his book release be stopped. Or she dies. 

Spencer accidentally crushed his coffee cup between his long fingers, splashing it over the desk. 

“Damnit,” he exclaimed. 

Everyone turned and stared. 

“S-sorry.” 

“Brian Calvin,” Prentiss said. “Why do I know that name?” Her eyes widened, still looking at Spencer. “Wait, like… Y/N’s Brian Calvin.”

“Dr. Calvin is a criminal justice professor at Georgetown.” Hotch stood. He cleared his throat, trying to hide his discomfort behind his usual stoicism. “He has been suspected multiple times for violating the college’s policy on teacher-student relationships, but since no one has ever formally come forward, he’s never been fired.” He glanced at Reid. “Including Y/N.” 

“Should we be working this?” Penelope asked. “Isn’t it a kind of conflict of interest if some of us want to hit the guy where the sun doesn’t shine?” 

JJ shrugged. “There aren’t any-”

“Other teams available,” Rossi finished with a sigh. He tapped his finger on the desk. “Who knew being so popular was so exhausting?”

“So what’s our game plan here?” Morgan asked. 

Hotch turned to the picture on the screen. “First, we meet with Dr. Calvin.”

“And by we, you mean, not you, right?” Dave asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll go with JJ to his office. See what he knows.”

Hotch nodded, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. 

“Don’t want you breaking any more noses just yet.” Rossi gave him a pat on the back and turned to JJ. The two of them headed out.

“You broke this guys’ nose?” Prentiss asked. 

Morgan scoffed. “Wouldn’t you?” 

“Morgan, Reid, I want the two of you looking into Riley Beaumont’s last known whereabouts before she was taken,” Hotch said. “Prentiss and I will see what we can find out from Y/N.”

Prentiss blinked. “Should Reid-”

“We have to treat this like any other case and he’s more useful elsewhere.” Hotch looked at the younger agent, who reluctantly nodded in agreement. Once Reid left, Hotch lowered his voice and turned to Prentiss. “And Y/N has a harder time hiding things from me. With Reid, she’s…”

“Right,” Prentiss said, understanding. 

Everyone knew that, no matter how much the young agent reassured you, you still always wanted to protect him. Old habits, and all of that.

“If she knows something, we’ll find out.”

“Isn’t that a little intense?” Prentiss raised a brow. “Interrogating your own sister?” 

“That’s why you’re going to be asking the questions.” 

She sighed. “Well, she’s as stubborn as you are, so this will be fun.”

“Prentiss,” he said, “we both know she’s worse.” He gave her a teasing look before glancing back at the screen and frowning at the face of the man who almost killed you. 

-

“So, you want me to, what? Help you figure out who took her? Or speak at your event?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest in a way that felt protective. A part of you just wanted to call security.  

“Ideally, both, but I’m mostly here about Riley, of course.”

“You’ve gotten worse at lying, Brian.” 

He laughed. God, you hated that laugh. “Yes, the release is very important to me. But would I sacrifice the well-being of a young woman for money?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” 

Your phone buzzed on your desk. Call from Spencer. You ignored it, but Brian didn’t. 

“Seeing someone?” 

“I’m definitely not going to answer that.” You tucked your hand in your pocket to hide the ring, but then you thought better of it. Let him see it. Let him see how far you’ve come after him. How much better you’re doing. 

“You seem to have made quite the life for yourself.” He circled your office. A vulture picking for scraps. “That’s good. Good for you.”

“Is there anything else you want, Brian, because you already have your answer.” 

“Y/N,” he chided, “I thought you’d have more compassion. I haven’t heard anything from Riley in days and I’m getting worried. With the nature of your work, I was hoping you’d help.”

“No, you were hoping you’d get a quote for your book,” you spat. 

He laughed again. 

A knock at the door was a relief until you saw who it was. 

Aaron froze in the doorway, Emily peaking in behind him. 

Brian took a step back and, subsequently, closer to you. “Agent Hotchner.” For a moment, all of his cocky arrogance faded into a flicker of fear. 

It made Emily smirk. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Brian asked, feigning confidence again. 

“They’re probably at my office to speak to me.” You motioned for them to come in. 

Aaron stuck to the far wall. Emily pushed in behind him, closing the door. 

“We actually just sent two agents to your office, Dr. Calvin.”

You kept your eyes on your brother. “This is about Riley, isn’t it?”  

“Is she dead?” Brian asked. 

“Until she’s found, we have to assume she’s alive,” Emily said. She kept her tone even, professional. “But we believe she has been taken by someone who wants to get back at you, Dr. Calvin.” 

“What does that have to do with me?” You let your arms fall to your sides. 

“We believe whoever took Riley may have been a student of yours,” Aaron answered, addressing Brian. Then, to you, “We need to know if you know anyone else who may want to prevent this book from coming out.” 

You scoffed. “You mean, does he have any enemies other than me?” 

“Are you my enemy, Y/N?” Brian pretended to sound offended. 

You stepped towards him, trapping him between you and Prentiss. “Stop asking questions you really don’t want me to answer, Brian.” 

“Alright, alright.” He cleared his throat to hide his discomfort. “Since you obviously aren’t here for me-” He started to leave, but Aaron stepped in front of the door. 

“We’d actually like to talk to you as well, Dr. Calvin.” 

“And I am more than willing to do that,” Brian smiled, “once I call my lawyer.”

“Seriously?” You exclaimed. 

“Or, Y/N can agree to speak at my gala.” He turned to you, crossing his arms. “Your choice, Miss Y/L/N.”

“It’s doctor.” You and Emily snapped at the same time. 

He raised a brow. 

“You want to impede a federal investigation for a book sale?” Prentiss asked. 

“I’ll do it,” you blurted. 

Aaron’s eyes switched over to you, darkening. 

“I will make an appearance at the event,” you said. “But I won’t get up on stage and if I’m asked, I’ll tell the truth about how you know about me.” 

Brian’s jaw tightened and relaxed. He grinned. “Very well. It’s a deal… doctor.”

“Prentiss,” Hotch said. 

She nodded. “Follow me, Dr. Calvin. The other agents will be here to question you soon.” She ushered him out with one hand clenched at her side. 

You sat at your desk, running your fingers through your hair. 

“That is a bad idea,” Aaron said. 

“Riley doesn’t have time for him to hide behind his lawyer.” You checked your phone. 

I wanted to make sure you’re okay after this morning. I love you. 

You sighed. 

“Reid?”

“He saw the invitation from Brian this morning.” 

“What did you tell him?”

“That it wasn’t a big deal.” Setting your phone back on your desk, you looked up at him. “Obviously, I didn’t know about this mess.” 

Aaron took the seat across from you. “So, what do you know?” 

-

Since the case was local, the meet-up took place at the BAU. Prentiss conducted a formal interview with you at her desk while Hotch kept Dr. Calvin in an interrogation room. The rest of the team arrived in similar states of irritation. Morgan gave you a pat on the arm on his way to talk to Hotch. Rossi went immediately to his office to find out what he could about the hotel where the event was being hosted. Friends in high places and all that. 

Reid stood at the glass doors, looking in. He gripped the strap of his bag across his chest. 

“What’s that look? I don’t like that look,” Garcia shuffled towards him in her heels and bright purple skirt. “Is he here? Did that creep say something to you?”

“I haven’t seen him yet.” The thought still gave him the jitters and he’d spilled his only cup of coffee. 

“Do you think he’ll still go through with it?” She asked. “The party, I mean.”

“Whenever we deal with kidnappers, we never want to just give them what they want,” Reid explained. He sighed. “And from what Y/N’s said about him… I don’t think it would matter anyway.”

He gave her a thin-lipped smile and pushed open the door. 

Your eyes found his as soon as he walked in, his gaze asking if you were okay. You nodded and answered Emily’s question, trying to focus back on her.

“No, I haven’t spoken to him since I found out about the book.” Rubbing the back of your neck, you shifted in your seat. Even though you knew this place, you knew her, you’d never be comfortable being interviewed. “I kind of made a point to avoid anything to do with him.”

“So you wouldn’t know if he saw other women after you? Other students?”

You scoffed. “He saw them before me, why not after?” 

Spence sat at his desk, just across from where Emily was talking to you. 

“Do you know anyone who would want to stop this book from coming out?” 

You shook your head, exhaling slowly, shakily. “I’m sorry. I wish I could help more. But I haven’t had any contact with him since I was a teenager.” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Emily reached a hand to hold yours. Guilt was starting to weigh on you and she could see it. “We’re going to figure this out.” She gripped your hand a little tighter before standing up to talk to your brother. 

Spencer was beside you in seconds. 

“I didn’t know, this morning, I swear,” you said.

His brows drew together. “I know.”

“If I could tell you anything that would help find this girl, you know I would, right?” Your voice trembled along with your bottom lip. “I wouldn’t hide any-” You sucked in a breath. 

He laid a hand on your cheek. 

“This isn’t your fault, Y/N.” 

“I-”

He slid his chair even closer, knees brushing yours as he looked deep into your eyes. “It isn’t.” 

You looked over his shoulder where Brian was coming out of the room. 

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be pissed off.” You swallowed hard and tried to give your fiance a reassuring smile. “Thanks, Spence.” Running your fingers through his hair, you let every strand slip by your skin, down to his shoulder. “Your hair has gotten long.”

“Do you think I should cut it?” 

You shrugged. You liked it however it was. 

Brian’s phone rang. You watched his face fall and you knew. 

“It’s her.” 

-

The kidnapper’s demands changed. 

A public apology. At the gala. In front of everyone. 

And you. 

“I don’t think you should do this,” Aaron said, straightening his tie. You’d found him getting ready in one of the station’s offices. 

“Yeah, well, I already bought the dress so you’re stuck with me.” 

If the team was going to blend in, then they had to go with the dress code. Black tie, formal gowns, the whole deal. You felt like a Barbie, dressed up by an over-enthusiastic child in a floor-length, one-strapped, lavender gown. 

“We are giving the unsub what they want. You know that isn’t going to help.”

You snorted. “If the unsub wants an apology from Brian Calvin, they’re going to be waiting a long time to get it.”

“You don’t think he’ll bend to the demands?”

“Do you?” 

Aaron inhaled. He shook his head. 

You fixed his tie again. 

“Good. Then let’s go.” 

You both walked back out into the station where the rest of the team waited in formal attire of their own. JJ and Emily wore fine dresses, silver and red respectively. Even Derek had put on a tux. 

“Alright, everyone, let’s go over this again,” Aaron started, addressing the team and the police alike. “There will be officers at every entrance to the building checking the guests coming in, but there’s a chance the unsub is already inside. They will be there tonight. They feel that Dr. Calvin owes them this. They will want to hear it first hand.” He motioned for you to step forward. “Dr. Y/L/N cannot leave anyone’s sight. She might not be the direct target, but she is a vital part of the unsub’s desire to see Dr. Calvin pay for the harm they believe he’s inflicted on them.”  

“Keep an eye out for a young woman, early twenties,” Dave said. “She’ll be distressed, jumpy. And she’ll want to get as close to Dr. Calvin as possible.”

Your head snapped to Spencer. They hadn’t told you that part. 

“Dr. Y/L/N will be entering in the back accompanied by Dr. Reid while I address the press that will likely be swarming the front,” Aaron added. He knew if he gave them at least himself as the sacrificial lamb, maybe they wouldn’t hound you. 

As the officers and team were dismissed, you leaned over to your brother, both of you heading for the door.

“How do you know it’s a young woman?”

He frowned, eyes dark. “We think she may have had a relationship with Brian.”

“Like me,” you said, understanding. “That’s why she wants me there.” 

“She sees you as a mirror of herself. There’s a chance she’ll try to reason with you, to make you see her side.” He put a hand on your arm. “If she approaches you, find one of us immediately, do you understand?” 

“Stay away from Brian’s kidnapping ex, got it.” 

You gathered up the skirt of your dress to keep from tripping on the fabric as you climbed into the SUV. Spencer got in the driver’s seat. 

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.  

You rubbed the silky material between your fingers. “No.” You leaned your head back in the headrest and sighed. “I hate how much he’s gotten away with. How much hurt can he put into the world that it pushes someone to do something like this?”

Spencer’s eyes softened, laying a hand on yours. 

“People will see him for who he really is.”

“And what about these women? One is so messed up because of him that she took this girl. And now, Riley will never be the same. Who knows what she’s gone through because of all of this?” You blinked back frustrated tears. Spencer’s hand moved to your cheek. 

“Come here,” he said softly, pulling you to him. His kiss brought you back to the moment and let the tension in your shoulders relax, at least for a little while. When he parted from you, he gave you a small, reassuring smile. “We’ll figure it out. And so will they.” He tucked a hair behind your ear. “You look beautiful by the way.”

You rolled your eyes but managed to smile. “Just drive to the hotel, Romeo.”

He pulled away from the curb with his fingers tight around the steering wheel. 

-

While Aaron battled the media circus out front, Spencer snuck you in through the back, just as you all had planned. Guests were already piling into the ballroom, waiting to get a glimpse of the famed subject of Brian’s book. All you saw was the same crowds that hounded you when you were a teenager. 

You froze in the doorway, your dress suddenly feeling like a vise, constricting any breath from reaching your lungs. 

Spence felt your hand tug on his when you stopped. He held it a little tighter. 

“Hey,” he said softly. “Just keep looking at me. Focus on me, okay?” 

You still remained in the door. He brought your hand to his lips. The musicians began. Spence gently pulled you into the room and, sticking to the edge of the floor to keep you away from the swarm, started to dance. Spencer held you close and swayed to the tune of the band’s first song. 

“Oh my god it’s her,” someone said.

“That’s Lydia Y/L/N’s daughter, the one the book’s about.”

You flinched. 

Spencer put a finger under your chin. “Just keep looking at me.” 

He took a breath. 

You took a breath. 

He smiled. 

You managed to smile back. 

As the rest of the guests filed in, so did the rest of the team. Prentiss found you first, but hung back. She watched you and Reid dance, focused solely on each other. Morgan caught up with her and she put a hand on his arm to stop him from interrupting.

“What?” He asked. 

She grinned. “Look.” 

Both agents observed from the edge of the room as you and Reid were slowly joined by other couples taking to the floor. 

“I can’t believe they’re getting married,” Prentiss said. 

Derek chuckled. “They grow up so fast.”

“No, I mean-” she rolled her eyes, nudging him. “After everything they’ve been through, there they are. Still standing. Still together. How many cases have we worked where tragedy drives people apart?”

He thought for a moment. “I guess they aren’t just people. It’s Y/N and Reid.” He hooked an arm through hers. “If anyone could do it, it’s them. Come on. We should start looking.” 

Listening to the music, and looking at Spencer, you could almost forget everything. Almost.

“Are you thinking about her?” He asked, noticing the shift in your expression. 

“Actually, no.” It was almost funny, how it came to mind now. “I just thought about that case. From about a month ago? The one from Ashburn that turned into all the parents coming to the BAU.” 

“Roger and Anita Roycewood, I remember.” Spencer’s brows furrowed. “What made you think of them?” 

“Not so much them, I guess.” You pulled back in step with the song and returned to him with a spin. “I think it’s all of this. When I was with Brian, everything was always about what I couldn’t have. I’d never have a normal family to go back to for winter break. Any relationship I had would be tainted with my mother’s fears. And I could never have kids myself, because I wouldn’t be able to handle it and I’d break just like she did.” Saying it felt like a weight lifted from you, but also made it harder to breathe. “He convinced me that I needed him. That I was damaged goods.” Laying your hands on his chest, you looked into his eyes. “But he was wrong. About all of it.”

Spence gave you a small smile and kissed your lips gently. Suddenly, he froze, your words sinking in. 

“Wait, do you mean-”

The shriek of feedback interrupted him. 

Brian stood on the small stage on the far side of the room. “Good evening everybody.”

The music lulled to a stop and the crowd stood still. Your hand slipped down to hold Spencer’s, gripping tightly. 

“First, I want to thank you all for being here. It really warms my heart that this book- this project that has been a major part of my life for so many years, in so many ways-” His eyes fell to you. “Has received so much support.”

Hotch remained stoic, but Rossi knew him better. 

“You know, his nose is still crooked, don’t you think?” Dave said. 

Aaron didn’t react. “She should be here.”

“She’s a vengeance-seeking, kidnapping woman in the middle of a severe breakdown,” Dave shrugged. “She might have just lost track of time.” 

Brian continued. “I won’t stand up here, just talking about myself though. No, tonight I have a very special guest with me. This person is not only the inspiration for this story, but also a dear personal friend.” 

You clung to Spencer like he was the one thing keeping you from spinning out into the chaos that surrounded you. Despite Brian’s taunting, both of you stayed on alert, watching for anything out of place. Somewhere here was a woman who’d been hurt by the same man who almost destroyed you. She was desperate for someone to understand her. 

“A-are you Y/N?” A small voice wavered, so quiet you almost didn’t hear her. 

Spence turned first and pushed himself in front of you. 

“Riley Beaumont?” 

A young girl held her coat closed, arms crossed over her chest, and eyes red with tears. 

“I need y-your help.” 

“Y/N, why don’t you come up here?” Brian announced, grinning. 

A bright light landed on you just as Riley’s coat fell open, revealing the vest beneath. 

“Oh my god.” 

The crowd erupted in gasps and applause, none of them noticing the pale figure in front of you. Their sick excitement fueled every clap, like spectators, waiting to watch the lion devour its victim. But you stared at the flashing lights strapped beneath the jacket of a terrified young woman. 

Riley’s lip trembled. “Please.” 

Spencer spoke into the piece on his shoulder. 

“Hotch, Riley Beaumont is here,” he said. “She’s standing in front of me…she has a bomb.” 

The claps died down into confusion. 

“Alright, Y/N, don’t be shy,” Brian said, voice getting impatient. “Come on up here.” 

“She said if you go up there, she’ll-” Riley’s voice hitched in a sob. “Please don’t leave me.”

You stepped forward and took her hand. 

“Y/N, don’t-” Spence tried to pull you back, but you stayed. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Riley.” 

“If you’ll all give me just a moment.” Brian walked off stage calmly, then stormed through the crowd towards you. “What the hell are you-” His eyes widened. “Oh my god.” 

“Dr. Calvin, stay back,” Spencer said. 

“She’s insane, Brian gasped. 

“If you aren’t going to be helpful, you should probably get out of here,” you hissed, still holding Riley’s hand. 

“Hotch, we need to clear this crowd.” Spencer, still holding onto your arm, swallowed hard as he looked around the room. 

People were starting to notice. 

“Please help me,” Riley cried. “I-I just want to go home.”

“Riley, sweetheart, I’m so sorry this is happening,” Brian said. 

“To her or to you?” You snapped before you could stop yourself. 

Brian’s gaze shifted to yours slowly with an anger you remembered well. Any time you embarrassed him in front of a colleague or said something about his research, that was the look he’d give you. And, at the time, it always made you shrink back in line. 

But you’d faced far worse than him. 

“I don’t really think we want to get into this now,” he said through gritted teeth. 

“You’re right.” You turned away from him, from Spencer’s panicking looks. “You need to get out of here. Both of you.”

“What? No,” Spencer said. 

Brian, however, was already pushing back through the now retreating crowd. 

“Go find Aaron. Get everyone out of here.” You tried not to wince through the iron grip Riley kept on your hand, nearly crushing. 

“Y/N, I am a federal agent on this case, I’m not going to leave two civilians alone with a possible explosive.” 

“Are you really pulling the fed card right now?”

Spencer’s eyes widened and his voice went up an octave. “Yes!” 

You exhaled, letting your annoyance distract you from the fact that you were staring down a bomb.

“Riley, is there anything you can tell me about the woman who brought you here?” Spence asked. He stood as close to you as possible, an arm around your waist like he was ready to pull you away. 

Riley sniffed, trying to think. “She just kept saying she was sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Spencer asked. 

“She said she didn’t want to hurt me. That Brian had done that enough, but I don’t understand. Why does she hate him so much?” She choked back another sob. “I want to go home.” 

You lowered your voice for only Spencer to hear. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“She could just be trying to reassure her so she wouldn’t resist.”

“I think it’s more than that.” 

Spencer narrowed his eyes, getting a closer look at the vest.

At the other side of the ballroom, Hotch fought through the rush of gowns and overpriced suits stampeding for the door. 

“Great, it’s you,” Dr. Calvin said, grabbing him by the arm. “Get me out of here.” 

Hotch pulled away, trying to see over the waves of panicked faces. “Where is Dr. Reid and Y/N?”

“This bitch is after me, isn’t she? Isn’t it your job to stop her from killing me?”

“It’s my job to make sure everyone in here is safe.” He clenched his jaw, took a breath, and turned. “But you’re right. We need to get you somewhere secure.”

Brian almost sighed with relief. “Thank God.” 

Hotch resisted the urge to roll his eyes and focused on the matter at hand. “Reid, where are you?” 

No answer. 

His chest tightened.

“Reid.”

Spencer stared intently at the vest beneath Riley’s coat. You did the same, taking in every flashing light, every pocket that seemed full of a dangerous substance. But looking closer…

“Are those Christmas lights?” You asked.

Spencer pressed his earpiece. “It’s a decoy.”

“What?” Multiple voices responded.

“The bomb is a fake. It’s a diversion.”

Hotch snapped his head back to Dr. Calvin, who was scrambling towards the exit. People swarmed around him, all dressed in ostentatious attire better fit for a medieval ball than a book release. All but one. Hotch spotted the hooded figure just as they pulled out a gun. 

“Dr. Calvin!” He shouted. 

The shot went off just after Prentiss jerked the figure’s arm up, aiming the pistol at the ceiling. People screamed and ran faster towards the exits. Little pieces of plaster floated down like snow. 

“Let me go!” A woman screamed. She thrashed in Prentiss’ grip, fighting to get the gun back on her target. “You don’t know what he’s done! Let me go!” 

The hood fell to reveal a young woman and the lump in Hotch’s throat grew. She was younger than you, tears streaking down her face from wild, devastated eyes. 

“Reid, we’ve found her.” 

Spencer carefully opened Riley’s coat and flipped the switch that turned off the lights on the vest. The girl collapsed into your arms in a huddle of sobs and you did your best to hold her upright. 

“We need a medic,” Spence said. 

“Thank you,” Riley bawled. “Thank you.” 

Once Riley was taken care of, you made your way back to the team, where Mary Anne Simons waited in the back of a police car, mascara running down her face. When you saw her, you froze. 

“I know her,” you whispered. 

JJ stood next to you, Spence having to give a report on the false bomb. “What?”

“She was in classes with me, a year or so younger. I had no idea Brian and her-” Your voice caught in your throat. “She was such a sweet kid. Why would she do this?” 

JJ looked down. 

Your stomach dropped. 

“What did he do?”

She cleared her throat, eyes softening when they met yours. “There’s a video.” She continued even as your face fell. “Apparently, it circulated around some website and her face was visible in it and-” JJ put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re going to make sure she gets help, Y/N.”

You ran a shaky hand down your face and nodded. “Good. That’s good.” 

JJ opened her mouth to say something else, but she can’t seem to find the words. So, instead, she pulled you into a hug. 

You breathed through a quiet cry, keeping your tears at bay solely for Riley’s benefit. The poor girl looked scared enough as it was, sitting in the back of the ambulance, waiting for her parents to arrive and take her home. 

“Well, this certainly didn’t go the way I had hoped,” Brian said. “But it’ll make one hell of a story.” 

You tensed in JJ’s embrace and turned slowly. 

“And I’m sure you’ll find the right audience for it,” you said through a tight smile. “Someplace else.” 

“Don’t be like that, Y/N, sweetie,” he smiled. “I’m actually planning on another book I’d love your help with.” Brian held up his hands in an arch. “No Tears for the Reaper.” 

“Dr. Calvin, maybe you should-” JJ tried to deescalate, but he kept going.

“It’s fascinating, you know.” Brian leaned against the hood of the police car where the woman who’d tried to kill him just moments ago now sat within. “It’s like you’re a magnet for this, Y/N. Cursed with serial killers. Or maybe it’s your brother.” He shrugged like he was discussing golf rather than the deaths of dozens. “I’ve been wondering. Your nephew, Jack. Was he there when his mother got blown to hell?” 

It happened fast. So fast, you didn’t realize it was happening until the pain spread down from your knuckles, shooting like lightning up your arm. But the moment your fist collided with Brian’s face, it seemed all of the commotion around you stopped. 

“Oh sh-” JJ rushed to grab you as you readied another hit. 

“Will that work for your story, you washed-up, talentless, two-faced bastard!” You screamed. 

“You little bitch.” Brian started towards you but was stopped by a strong arm. 

“I don’t think so, pal,” Derek growled. He yanked Brian’s arm behind his back.

“What are you doing? She’s the one you should be after. Look what she did to my nose.” Brian whined, spitting out the blood that had leaked from his twice-broken nose into his mouth. “I’m the victim here! That crazy woman almost shot me, and now this one attacked me for no reason!” 

Spencer walked towards you all, hands in his pockets and a furious smile gracing his lips. “There’s something you should know about Mary Anne, Dr. Calvin. She was a prodigy before she met you. Top of her class. Brilliant. Graduated high school early so she could get a jump start on a promising career in psychology.” He leaned forward. “She was seventeen.”

“Brian Calvin, you are under arrest for the production and distribution of child pornography and statutory rape.” Derek grabbed his other arm, wrenching it back to cuff his wrists. 

“What?” Brian’s eyes widened. “She told me she was eighteen. I didn’t know. I swear.” 

“You have the right to remain silent,” Emily added. “And right now, that might be in your best interests, professor.” 

As Derek and Emily dragged the kicking man off, you turned to your fiance with shock and a sore hand. 

“Is that true?”

Spence nodded. “He’d better hope this book money can buy him a good lawyer.” He took his hand out of his pocket and laid a gentle touch on your arm. “Are you okay?” 

“She’s going to need an icepick for that right hook.” Derek sauntered back toward you, grinning. “That’s my girl.” 

“Remind me why I saved that guy to begin with?” Emily muttered. 

Hotch finished talking to the local authorities and rejoined the team, looking as stern as ever. 

“We’re finished here,” he said. “We should get moving before the media circus starts.” His eyes met yours.

You nodded. 

On your way back to your car, he leaned over. “Nice hit.”

You smirked. “Learned from the best.” 

-

Spencer came out of the shower with steam billowing out after him. He found you sitting on the bed, nursing your bruising hand with a package of frozen Brussels sprouts. 

“Does it hurt?” He asked gently, taking a seat beside you, still running the towel over his wet hair. 

You shrugged. “It was worth it.” 

He took the bag from you, bringing your hand into his so he could examine it. Nothing too serious, thankfully. His hold lingered, eyes lifted to yours. 

“Are you okay?”

You blew out a breath. “Spence-”

“You just stood next to a ticking bomb and held on like it was nothing,” he said. 

“It wasn’t a real bomb.”

“That isn’t the point.” 

Laying your head on his shoulder, you breathed in the scent of his shampoo. Apple, mixed with his usual smell of ink and old books. You clung to it. 

“I’m okay, Spencer.” You turned your head to kiss his shoulder. “And I will talk about it. I’ll talk about all of it. About Brian. About Mary Anne. About the book.” Looking into his face, you ran a thumb over his bottom lip with a sigh. “But I don’t want to talk now.”

The parting of your lips answered the questions in his head. 

Spencer nodded slowly and, careful of your hand, laid you back onto the bed, arms wrapping around you as you turned off the light.

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i dunno anything about mp nor do i really care about it or the drama around it (not to say said drama isn't fair - it definitely is from what i've seen and heard. i'm just saying it's not really in my thoughts and i'm not involved in it at all), but there's something about you criticizing something that inspired you that just shows the passion not just behind ihs as a whole, but also the authors and artists behind it. you two are doing spectacular things, and it's clear your hearts are very good and your intentions are too. you're people who mean a lot in our communities, because not everyone is willing to stand up to bigotry and awfulness, but you guys are and that's special. not to mention it IS your blog, you shouldn't have to bend to other people and never stand up for what you think is right just because nobody wants to address the very large elephant in the room

MP not being in your thoughts? What's that like? It sounds great. Days truly were better before I knew it.

Anyway, thank you your words. While we don't consider it much to be speaking out against bigotry and parasocial behaviors. We think this should be more commonplace. Not that /everyone/ is in a safe enough position to speak against it, but for now, we are, so we do. Everyone needs to stand up for those who can't. It's important to do it, even on stupid shit like MP. Because it encourages more people to be informed and stand up.

Because of the current political climate, harmful stereotypes are more harmful than ever in recent years. It's why Emelia Perez is as harmful as it is, cuz all it does is play into old and flat out untrue stereotypes about trans women, or being trans in general. (On top of it just being a trash movie) And now that movie is on the road to getting a shit ton of positive recognition, even tho I Saw the TV Glow is right fucking there-- anyway, sorry. My point is, speaking out about bad portrayals in media isn't a waste of time like people want to try to say it is.

And I'm not about making those types of people feel comfortable on the internet. These clowns speaking out against us, or anyone, for speaking against bigotry, who do they think they're helping? Not effected communities that's for sure. Speaking against "woke" and crying about people "being sensitive" or whatever the excuse is. They're just tools for the right and they're not ready for that conversation.

And all of this may sound pretty disconnected from a cartoon lion show but here's the thing: there's a world outside your window. And it's not changing for the better for a lot of people. Some of you can carry on living online and have that define you as a person and what your opinions/concerns are but a lot of us live in reality - because we have no choice - and it's this reality that forms the basis for our critical thinking and what we choose to talk about. And if you feel that's us being 'salty' or w/e, then good for you for seemingly having a basic existence where you feel you don't have any passions or the ability to stand up for anything. It renders you rather spineless and hollow as a person from where I'm standing but honestly? Good for you, I guess? lol

But thanks again for the kind words, anon. Some people just ignore why we're doing this in the first place, and we're still happy to have people who aren't here because of MP and just enjoy the story. And what we have to say. - Cat

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posting a kimharry oneshot here bc i'm too lazy to format it on ao3 rn but I'll reblog with the ao3 link later if I get around to it

so basically I was thinking about how kim is very my partner coded and I had this galaxy brain idea to write a fic where kim is asexual or uhhh. would grayace be the term? sorry idk but it's based on my partner I love him <3. also blink and you'll miss it trans harry but it's important to me that you know they're t4t in this lol. cw for suggestive (non-graphic discussions of sexuality and also it takes place Directly after them fucking), 1.3k words. (please be nice to me I've never posted fic on tumblr lol)

YOU — The air in your apartment is musty with the smell of sweat and sex. Your chest heaves with slightly strangled breaths, face burning with humiliation. You've always been a little (a lot) loose-lipped during orgasm—

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Especially an orgasm like that, holy shit, Kim—

YOU — But you've never, in living memory, said anything quite as ridiculously and unashamedly needy as the complete word-vomit that just exited your mouth a few seconds ago.

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Failure] — Honestly, you were a little out of it and the exact phrasing is already slipping your mind, but it was something along the lines of... What was it again?

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] — Oh my fucking Dei don't stop, Kim please I need you so bad, god I'm so desperate, shit, you drive me fucking crazy, pleasepleaseplease—

SAVOIR FAIRE — Yeah, no, I'm cutting you off right there. He's already about to spontaneously combust, you don't need to embarrass him even more.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — He asked. Besides, I'm not the one who dropped the ball there.

COMPOSURE — Sorry for that, Harry.

KIM KITSURAGI — Kim's hands rest on your chest, tracing circles just below your twin scars with his nimble fingers. "Is that... Really how it feels, to you?"

EMPATHY — It's a genuine question, and he's smiling with an infectious fondness. He's not upset, just curious. Your eagerness is fascinating to him. And cute.

HALF-LIGHT — What does he mean by that, though? Are we too needy? Is it not good for him? Does he hate us and want us to die forever—

VOLITION — No. Shut up. We already agreed you're not allowed to talk when Harry's alone with Kim, don't you remember?

HALF-LIGHT — But! Danger!

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Trivial: Success] — It's Kim. There is no danger here.

YOU — At a loss for anything else to say, you just nod, a bit dumbly. "I mean... Yeah. Is it, uh, not like that for you?"

COMPOSURE [Formidable: Failure] — You try to play the question off as a nonchalant, but you're not even close to being a good enough liar to hide the mild undercurrent of fear in your voice. Especially not from him. (Khm. Sorry again.)

KIM KITSURAGI — "No, not really. It's not you," he quickly adds, seeing the obvious and barely-held back self-loathing in your expression. "It's just the way I am, I suppose. I'm too old to question it now."

DRAMA [Heroic: Success] — He's not lying to spare your feelings, sire. This is truly just a facet of himself that's always been there.

RHETORIC [Challenging: Failure] — By the way, you distinctly recall hearing him talk about having had sex before. Quite a bit, in fact.

YOU — "But wait, I thought—"

KIM KITSURAGI — Already having anticipated this line of questioning, Kim laughs a bit under his breath. "It wasn't a lie; I never said I don't. Actually, sometimes that made it better— without all the messy urgency, I guess I seemed 'cool', to borrow your phrasing. And it's not like I didn't enjoy it, either." He shrugs. "It was just... Something to do. I never really understood the intensity."

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — A dozen miles and many years ago, two young men make out in a musty old apartment. "How are you always so— so unaffected," one says to the other with a breathy laugh. In a few months he will repeat these words with a much uglier tone, and they will be the last ones Kim ever hears from him.

EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — For the record, he was not, in fact, "unaffected" by that particular heartbreak. Don't ever hurt him like that.

YOU — Before you can think better of it, you find yourself saying, "Is that bad?"

KIM KITSURAGI — A twitch in the corner of his mouth interrupts his relaxed grin for a moment. You almost want to mourn the loss. "I don't know, Harry, is it? Why do you think it would be?"

PAIN THRESHOLD — You've hurt him, idiot. We just told you not to do that.

YOU — "I-I mean— it's just—" Your teeth click audibly with how quickly you shut your own mouth. You really, really don't want to fuck this up.

HALF-LIGHT — Too late.

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] — HEY. Back in the corner, you.

YOU — Guys, please help me. I don't know anything about… Well, anything, really, but especially not this. How do I fix it? What do I say to make him feel better?

INLAND EMPIRE — You could start by actually answering his question, instead of rushing to apologize. Why do you think it would be bad? What about the concept is uncomfortable to you?

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] — Kim feels safe with you, in the same way that you do with him. Be honest. He knows you didn't mean anything by it— the only way you could fuck this up is by not talking to him.

YOU — After a moment of pondering, you find the right words. Or maybe not the right words, but the ones that feel the most true: "I don't know. But I know I would be unhappy, if I was... Different to how I am now."

EMPATHY — Kim's eyes flash with a bit of surprise. But good surprise, like an old friend dropping by unexpectedly. The smile returns (yay!)— smaller, but softer, and almost giddy. It's not one you see on him often, a bit too unguarded and juvenile for his tastes. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

KIM KITSURAGI — "So would I," he says simply.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] — He means it.

YOU — "Oh." You blink two or three times. "Oh. Well that's good, then, right? That you're happy?"

PERCEPTION (HEARING) — Something about the almost childish sincerity in your voice must be funny to him, because he keeps doing that thing where he chuckles under his breath, and coughs to try to cover it.

PAIN THRESHOLD [Formidable: Failure] — He's laughing at you.

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Failure] — Exactly. He's mocking you, Harry, he thinks you're an idiot. Make him respect you—

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] — He's in love, you moron.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — As if on cue (or maybe your internal dialogue is just more easily observable from the outside than you thought), Kim leans forward and kisses you. For the first time, you notice how effective he is at responding to your reactions, like he's trying to find and wring out every last happy sigh and spark of oxytocin he could possibly give you.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] — Because he likes this. He likes pressing all your buttons and seeing what they do, which ones work the best. (Almost all of them work, when it's him. Maybe a little too well.)

ENDURANCE — Hey, don't look at me like that! It's not my fault he doesn't play fair.

SAVOIR FAIRE — Exactly. How are we supposed to be cool in front of Kim? He's like, the coolest.

KIM KITSURAGI — "I love you," Kim whispers, his lips tickling against your collarbone.

SAVOIR FAIRE — See?! He even makes THAT sound cool, a thousand times cooler than when we say it, which is, like, every five seconds!!

EMPATHY — It's true that you're usually the one to say it first. For a time, he hardly said it at all— you learned not to take it personally. You certainly have your own baggage. But lately, it's been nice to watch as he gets a bit more comfortable.

EMPATHY [Formidable: Success] — The cuddling usually seems to help, in moments like this.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Godly: Success] — After all, what is a hug but a way to hide your face?

YOU — You wind your arms tighter around him. "I love you, too, Kim." And you swear he must be able to feel the way your lungs glow.

EMPATHY — He does. Of course he does.

INLAND EMPIRE — For a moment, you think you can feel his, too.

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — SLEEP WELL, MY DARLINGS.

[boybandbaby]

The Sweet Escape Part VIII

911 AU (Prince!Evan Buckley x Fem!Baker!Reader)

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word count: 2202

warnings/tags: 18+ only plz mdni, dry humping, grinding, cum in pants, pussy eating, fingering, getting caught, as always if I missed anything please lmk

note: next chapter is gonna be cute maybe drama free

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News travels fast around town. You see it before you hear it. People running to each other, gossiping and holding pieces of paper. You hear the sound of a rhythmic bell approaching the bakery, the ringing getting louder and closer. You step outside to see a man dressed in a royal purple getup, the town crier, announcing Evan’s departure from the royal family.

You don’t know why you’re surprised but you freeze. He actually did it. That part of you that held some doubt, vanishes as you’re handed a piece of parchment with the same words from the man’s mouth.

As you read the royal announcement, your stomach bubbles with excitement? Anticipation? You’re not sure but you can’t wait until you see Evan again.

You’re watching the clock tick by. You interact with the customers and restock displays but your mind is elsewhere.

“Welcome in!” You hear Albert’s voice.

“Hi, is Y/n here?” It’s not a voice you immediately recognize.

“She’s a bit busy at the moment. Can I help you?” Albert raises a brow.

“I was just hoping to speak with her is all.” You tense when you do recognize her voice.

“What can I help you with ma’am?” You quickly turn the corner and emerge from the back.

“Can we talk?” She pleads, hands clasped together.

“It’s really not a good time.” You pinch at your skirt, eyes to the ground.

“It’ll only take a minute.”

“Sure.” You meet Albert’s eyes, a silent are you sure? “Can you handle this for a minute?”

He nods as you remove your apron and hang it on a hook. You hold open the front door for her and watch as she exits before you.

“So, what can I do for you Margaret?” You smooth out your dress.

“I came to apologize about my actions. I should have never hit you.”

“Okay.” You nod, walking alongside her through town.

“You seem like a lovely person with a great heart. I’m sure you’ve heard about Evan.” She stops and turns to you.

“I have. I don’t mean to be rude but is there a reason you’re here?” You turn to her. “I really need to get back to the bakery.”

“Evan is packing his belongings as we speak. He won’t speak to me or even Maddie at the moment. I know his heart will be in good hands with you but I want to assure he’s financially taken care of.” Her hands shake as she searches in her purse. “Please take this.” She hands you an envelope.

“What is this?” You snatch it from her hands, peeking inside. “Are you serious? Take this back.”

“Please, I’m not trying to offend you.”

“Well, you are. I don’t need your money.” You shove the envelope back in her hands, storming off, back to the bakery.

“Hey, everything okay?” Albert perks up from the counter.

“Yup.” You pull your apron off the hook.

“Can I ask you something?” Albert follows you to the back.

“Sure?”

“Is it worth it? Like going through all this drama just to be with Buck?”

You take a moment to think before speaking. “I think Buck’s worth it. All of this has been hard but I love him. It’s crazy you know? We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend officially and we really haven’t spent much time alone but I think when you know, you know.” You laugh, the more is comes out, the crazier is sounds.

“I can tell you really love him. You’re really strong for putting up with all this mess.”

“It’s not easy but I think about the end game. I hope one day we’ll be married and maybe have kids if that’s something we decide. I guess that’s what keeps me going. Plus, he makes me feel good.” Albert’s face crinkles with disgust. “Not like that!” You laugh.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.” You raise a brow.

“June kissed me.” Your mouth drops. “I heard crying as I was leaving the day of the wedding and I found her in the garden. Her parents were blaming her for not keeping Buck satisfied or whatever and I gave her a hug and we kissed.” He rambles. “She’s actually really sweet.”

“Oh my god.” You cover your mouth. “You like her!”

“I don’t know!” He laughs. “I haven’t seen her since but I’ve been thinking about her.”

“Well, what are you going to do?” You inquire.

“I don’t know. I want to see her again but I’m not sure her parents would allow it.”

“I see.” You nod. “Well, just prepare yourself for the consequences. If you really like her, go for it.”

“Right, thanks y/n. I’m going to finish cleaning up. I’ll bag up the leftovers.” Albert smiles and begins the closing duties. Once he leaves, he’ll take the leftovers to the local shelter for donations.

You head to the back and begin cleaning dishes, wiping down counters, and sweeping.

“See you in a few days, y/n.” You hear Albert’s voice as he leaves through the front. He already knows to lock up after himself so you continue sweeping at the back of the store.

“Hey,” You’re startled. “Albert let me in.”

“Buck, I’ve been worried about you all day. I missed you.” You smile softly and wipe your hands on your apron.

“I missed you more.” Buck says as he rushes up to you. He presses you fiercely against the table, lips smashing into yours but careful enough not to hurt you. You don’t question it, your hands wrapping around his neck.

“I love you.” He mumbles against your lips and he lifts you onto the table. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You sigh against his lips. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” He pulls you closer to the edge, planting himself between your legs. He bunches your dress up to your thighs.

“Buck…” you whisper.

“I need you.” His hands firmly grip your thighs, lips trailing across your jawline.

“Here?” You laugh into a moan when he sucks at your collarbone. “Shit, that feels nice.”

He laughs against your skin, “can I keep going?”

“Yes, please.” You rest your hands on the table top and lean back. Buck leans with you, pressing himself closer to you as his arms wrap around your back.

“I love this dress on you.” He whispers into your ear, sucking just below your earlobe. “You’re just so fucking pretty.”

“You drive me crazy.” You nudge his cheek with your nose. “In more ways than one.”

“Still so mean to me.” He jokes and pulls you forward, body flush against yours.

You pull Buck to you by his shirt. You lick into his mouth igniting a fiery kiss. Your tongues are fighting each other, twisting around each other sloppily. You suck on his tongue eliciting a deep moan from him.

“Shhh.” You whisper, “can’t be too loud.”

“Can’t help it. You make me feel good.” He smiles, unbuckling his belt. You help him pull his pants to his mid thighs.

Buck pushes his clothed cock against your covered folds. You feel Buck through his boxers as he ruts against you. Buck holds onto the fabric at your hips as he grinds into you.

You have to hold onto his shoulders to keep steady as he rocks back and forth. His rock hard tip hits just at the right spot each time he thrusts forward.

Your foreheads stick together as you both look down to where you’re meeting every few seconds. There’s two obvious wet patches smeared along the front of your underwear and his boxers.

“That’s so hot.” You gasp. “Keep going.”

Buck bites his lip to stop his moans. “I’m already close.”

You smile as you latch your lips to his neck. Your actions are animalistic as you suck and kiss at as much skin as you can, trying to bring him closer to his orgasm.

“Fuck, keep doing that, right there.” He moans loudly as you suck on his jaw.

You suck harder and watch as he squeezes his eyes, mouth dropping open. You feel his body stutter and twitch against you while he spurts into his boxers. You look down just in time to see the last gush of his cum seep through his boxers and dampen your underwear.

“God, that was incredible. You’re incredible.” He nips at your neck with his teeth, leaving little bites along your skin. You’re both giggling and clinging to each other, toppling back onto the table.

Buck quickly guides you to lay back against the cold material. “Can I taste you?”

You nod and flip your skirt up to your chest. Buck gently removes your underwear, apologizing for the mess he’s made. You wave him off and lift your hips for him to remove your underwear.

Buck rubs his thumb along the inside of your folds, spreading your wetness along your slit. Your body jumps when his thumb meets your clit.

Buck rubs circles as he stands between your legs, holding your right thigh with his unoccupied hand.

You’re softly moaning and whimpering beneath him. “You’ve got me all worked up, Buckley. Do something.”

“You’re so impatient.” He teases, sucking his thumb. “Just wanted to admire you for a bit.”

“Buck please…” You whine.

“Okay, baby. Just relax.” He wraps his arms around your thighs as he bends down to bury his face between your thighs.

Buck’s lips press a peck on your clit before he’s flicking his tongue over and over. He switches from small flicks on your clit to flattening his tongue and dragging it from your hole to your clit.

“Do that again.” You moan, hands holding his wrists.

Buck licks around your hole before dragging his tongue up to your clit and swirling around it.

You can hardly form words as he continues at a consistent pace. Buck replaces his tongue with his thumb, dropping his head lower. His tongue prods at your hole, the tip dipping in and out.

“You taste amazing. Should’ve did this on my birthday.” With each upward flick of his thumb, his tongue enters you. He creates a pattern with his movements.

Your fingernails dig into his forearms as your body begins to tense. He moves with you as you lift off the table, not stopping his movements.

“Buck, I’m so close.” You cry out. Buck presses you back down onto the table as he pulls his hand from your clit. You sob at the loss before his lips are sucking your clit and he pressing two fingers into you.

“Relax, baby. Let me in.” He breathes against you. You take a deep breath but it’s no use as he begins to pump his fingers slowly. “Yeah, baby. Fuck, you look like angel.”

You moan and grind against his fingers. You can feel how close you are , you just need a little more. “Buck, come kiss me.” You demand.

Buck stands, back aching as his fingers move quickly. You lean on your elbows and he ducks his head down to meet your lips.

The kiss is messy and frantic along with your gyrating hips.

“Oh fuck,” You squeal.

“Cum baby, cum for me.” He whispers, eyes focused on your scrunched up face. Just as you’re reaching your peak, your hands hold onto him for support.

“Evan!” You gasp, body spasming.

Buck’s fingers slow when he sees your breathing slow down and your body coming to a stop. He pulls his fingers out slowly, admiring them covered in your cream.

Before you can stop him, he’s sucking his fingers clean. Your mouth gapes open and you laugh. “You’re nasty.” It’s more from being flustered than honesty.

“When I said take care of my granddaughter, I didn’t mean like this.” You both jump apart, each emanating a form of a yelp.

You pull your skirt down and Buck steps back from you like he’d been burnt by a hot iron.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” Buck quickly buckles his pants. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“Grandma…” you jump off the table. “We-“

“I was just coming to see if you were coming up for dinner.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I can’t believe you both. We make food there!”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.” Buck holds his hands out in front of him. “It’s my fault.”

“You two better sanitize that table before tomorrow’s shift and you’re sleeping on the couch tonight, Evan.” She sternly points a finger at him. “And get washed up, separately, before you come to dinner.”

“Yes ma’am.” He nods. You’ve yet to say a word as you hide behind Buck, holding onto his bicep and resting your head on his back.

“This is so humiliating.” You murmur.

“Now she’s really not going to like royalty.” He sighs, turning to face you with a nervous smile.

“Don’t forget, you’re not royalty anymore.” You wink at him, forgetting what just happened for a moment. Your cheeks burn hot with shame. “How am I going to face her?”

He kisses your forehead, “At least we will face her together and honestly I’ll take this over dealing with my parents any day.”

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Has Anyone Else Died For You? | Megumi Fushiguro

01: Glory and Gore

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We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves

Roughing up our minds, so we're ready when the kill time comes

Wide awake in bed, words in my brain

"Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?"

One day he calls you a whore and then he's in your room...For a school project!

First Day of your sophomore year of college, you probably would have been excited if it wasn't for all the drama at the end of the previous year still had your friends angry, they still refused to talk to you and even though you understood their annoyance you also knew that it had all been a big stupidity Because everything they said was a lie and you still didn't understand where that rumor had come from.

You walked into the classroom, giving your friends, or rather ex-friends, a look and sweet smile, but they just rolled their eyes in annoyance. Okay, you weren't forgiven yet.

And they were still bitches.

You couldn't deny that you felt completely out of place, that place that had belonged to you for so long was no longer there and although probably in a few more days they would forgive you and everything would go back to how it always was, for the moment you had to move on with your life.

The only free place was the one next to Megumi Fushiguro.

You knew him but no more than the others, you knew his name, you knew that a rich man had adopted him and you knew some of the things they said about him but You've never talked to him before. You didn't want gossip created by other people to influence your opinion of him, so you were willing to have the best attitude and make a new friend.

In any case, it is not that you had any other option, you did not know when they were going to forgive you and you did not like others enough to make you want to integrate into them So the lonely outcast would be the best option.

It's not that the rest had gone out of their way to exclude megumi, he had just walked away and being too asocial and mysterious will give the others reasons to talk. If you don't give them anything, they'll make it up.

You sat in the free chair next to him, looked at him with your kind gaze and sweet bright smile. "Hello, Yn Yl." and there was no response. He just stood there with his back leaning against the back of his chair, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on the board. It seemed like anything playing on his earbuds and that soft board were more interesting than talking to you. "I didn't see another empty place, so I thought I'd sit here." You tried again to start a conversation. He looked you up and down with the deepest blue eyes you've ever seen.

"Dressing like a whore is allowed in the dress code?" your smile wavered a little and although you were sure he wasn't the first person to call you a whore, he was the first one to do it so directly in your face. You blinked a couple of times, thought that maybe you had misheard or that you had confused his words.

"Excuse me?" he stood with the same serious cold face without any expression. He looked you up and down again, Pointing out his point as if it were obvious, and then his eyes returned to yours.

"You heard me." He went back to the same position as before with the clear intention of ignoring you and although you could ignore him too, you weren't going to do it with the way he was talking to you.

"Are you always this rude or is it just a bad day?" He rolled his eyes when you spoke again and turned his face to look at you.

"I wasn't rude, it was just a question."

"Well, I think you are quite rude."

"I don't like lying bitches, that's all."

"What are you talking about?"

"Believe me that your act of good girl and prudish slut doesn't fool me, Yn, I can see through your lies."

"it takes one to know one."

"Think whatever you want." Megumi had never bothered to hide who he was, he was a cruel bastard and always would be like that.

"Same for you."

The rest of the class both remained silent, it was clear the dislike that Megumi felt for you and you had no plans to continue insisting, if he thought you dressed like a whore and that you were a liar That didn't matter to you.

Because only you knew what you really were.

When the class was over you took your bag and walked out of the classroom, you saw Megumi's friends at the door, it was surprising that there were people who really put up with his shitty character, Especially since they seemed to be much nicer than him.

"Hey, so are you Yn's friend now?" you recognized Yuji's cheerful voice as you walked down the hall, you had a very good ear for other people's conversations. Gossip girl? Probably. You couldn't help it, you liked to stay informed.

"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about."

"You were sitting with her."

"She was sitting with me, it's very different." He put an end to that topic and the pink-haired boy had no choice but to change the conversation.

In the break you would normally go to your usual place in the cafeteria with your friends but it was not something you could do now, you went to the edge of the forest which is next to the campus courtyard, it was a quiet place and far enough away so that you did not have to worry about someone seeing you eating alone.

It's not that you care what others say about you, right? By this point you must have been more than used to all the gossip behind your back. You just didn't want to show any kind of weakness, you were still the same person, whether they loved you or not.

You sat against the trunk of a large tree and ate your lunch concentrating on the playlist what you had chosen and how peaceful the landscape was in front of you.

You noticed how two silhouettes were also approaching the forest, you tried to focus your eyes, you couldn't help it.

You recognized one of them, it was Megumi and next to hin a girl you didn't know but it didn't matter, you didn't have to be too smart to know what they were going to do. You understood that he was attractive, you weren't going to deny it but you didn't understand how anyone could stand him.

You didn't take your eyes off megumi, and he noticed it, looked at you, and you could swear that his gaze on you felt like a silent threat.

You just raised an eyebrow at what could be a "What?" and looked away, You weren't going to get in trouble.

You entered the classroom before the end of recess, there wasn't much to do outside, you didn't like to be alone, not anymore, you had become so used to being surrounded by people that this was almost like a new feeling.

At the moment the only person you had left was Choso, whom you had put aside for a long time because he didn't "fit" your status, he had always been there for you, you didn't really deserve that guy.

If he stayed in school everything would be easier, you would have someone to be with, talk to and to sit with, but he had to leave school and dedicate his time to work. He was the one who took care of his family, it really made you a little sad that someone so good had so many responsibilities.

The week went by quickly, you didn't talk to megumi again, well, except for the Wednesday when you asked him to borrow a pencil and he told you: "what kind of idiot doesn't bring a pencil to school" and of course he didn't lend you a shit.

It was already Friday and it probably could have meant the beginning of a wonderful weekend in which you would do absolutely nothing if it weren't for the fact that the teacher decided to leave an assignment in pairs, Megumi and you were together and of course he was the only one who asked if he could do it alone, but the teacher left him no choice.

"Hmm." you tried to start. "What day is okay for you?" you asked in a slightly shy tone that only made him feel more disgusted: he hated that little tone in your voice. You were just trying to be nice, even if he'd been rude to you you weren't going to get on his level, you'd be better.

"Tomorrow at 3:00 p.m. On your place." He wasn't asking you, he was giving you instructions. You probably wouldn't have argued with him if it weren't for the fact that you had plans that day and definitely didn't want him near your house. It's not that you were ashamed of what you had, you knew that your parents had worked very hard and you thanked them but there was nothing you would like to show off.

"I can't." Anything you said just made him angrier and angrier.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I have plans," and he let out a scoff.

"And your plans are more important than this year's first project?"

"I'm not saying they are." Well, maybe for you a little, it had been a long time since you had last seen Choso, you wanted to hang out with him, vent and talk shit about your ex best friends. "But I think it's a little rude to cancel." And you didn't want to, but you couldn't say that. "But we could do it today after school or even on Sunday."

"I can't"

"What do you mean you can't? You replied to his question in a mocking tone, you were just trying to joke around and be friendly, maybe you still held out a bit of hope that he had just had a bad week and his attitude changed, not that you cared about him but you were stuck with him all that semester and you couldn't stand being silent for so long anymore. You regretted your joke a bit when you noticed that his expression hardened and his eyes darkened, he didn't think you were laughing with him, but at him.

"It's none of your business, we'll do it tomorrow." Perhaps Choso's visit would have to wait only because Megumi decided to be adamant.

"And it has to be in my house?"

"Well, I'm not going to invite you to mine" you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes you have to keep the sweet Attitude, you didn't know how someone could be like that, it was annoyed and disgusting.

"My parents don't agree that a gu-"

"I can bet I won't be the first man in your dorm room so stop the act of prudish, Yn." You didn't understand why he seemed to hate you so much.

"Yes, sure." you muttered. Maybe your stomach churned at his comment, maybe that feeling stayed all day, maybe that moment was repeated over and over again in your head, you didn't understand why it affected you so much, you knew he wasn't the first person to call you a whore but maybe the fact that he wasn't a hypocrite and said it to your face which made your stomach churn.

You could already anticipate that Saturday wouldn't be better, for the first time you weren't so excited that the weekend is coming.

The day was good, summer was coming to the end and you could already feel it, it was rainy and you wouldn't have to leave the house. You and Choso were in your bed, Twilight was playing on the TV as white noise, he had arrived first thing in the morning, not that you were complaining he made for you the most delicious pancakes for breakfast.

"You know, maybe I could ask Yuji to spend lunch with you."

"No need Cho, I'm a big girl, I'll be fine on my own."

"Yes but-"

"I swear." You put your hand on his thigh causing the tapping of his foot on the ground to stop. "Besides, a little  of lonliness doesn't hurt."

You didn't like that he did that, you didn't like that he believed that you needed friends, you weren't so alone and this was definitely not affecting you so much, you let them talk and you went on with your life, you were better than all of them or at least that's what you repeated to yourself every day as if it were a mantra.

"You always have time alone."

"And a little more isn't going to kill me, I swear."

Choso cares about you the same way he cares about his brothers even when you let him stand by for so long he was still there with you.

You both may seem completely different but you fit together like the pieces of a puzzle.

"So... Don't you want me to stay? I'll be quiet, I'm not going to bother you."

You shook your head. "You can go home, Cho." You noticed the fact that Choso didn't like you being alone with Megumi ever since you told him that he was your partner but he had managed to keep his displeasure contained up to this point.

"I don't know, Fushiguro has never seemed trustworthy to me."

"And why?" You tried to look surprised because you couldn't be less, of course you understood why Megumi didn't seem to be trustworthy.

"It's just that I don't think he's a good person, I don't like Yuji spending so much time with him, something tells me that he's not a good influence and I don't like the idea of leaving you alone with him." Choso had a very good instinct, with almost no margin for failure, perhaps he has developed it after years being so overprotective and although he controlled himself a little more with you he did not leave that Overprotection aside 100%.

"Remember that you can't judge a book by its cover."

"I know, I really know. Will your parents be late?" he ask hoping that you won't be alone with him for so long.

"Probably until after dark."

"I can stay." He seemed to keep hoping a bit that you would tell him to stay, but you didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable than you were already sure they would be.

You doubted Megumi would behave decently just because he was at your house.

"I'll be fine, I'm completely sure of that, and if something happens I'll call you, pinky promise." Choso left your house after you repeated at least 5 times that you would call him if something happened or if you didn't feel safe with Megumi.

Megumi was more punctual than you would have expected, at 3:00 he was already desperately knocking on your door and at 3:01 you had to see his ugly face again when you opened the door.

"Do you really live here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, you felt your expression tighten, not that you lived in a pigsty but of course your home was small in front of someone who was lined with money like Megumi.

"Yes, come in." You weren't going to argue with him about this.

"How funny, I would have always thought you were a rich girl." He walked into your house while observing his surroundings in.

"There are few rich people in this town" He just muttered a little "I guess so" as he followed you to your bedroom, he couldn't help but a grimace would form on his face as soon as he walked in.

"Aren't you already a little old for this?" Too pink, too many ribbons and lace, too many stuffed animals and old dolls, it might as well be a room of a horror movie about a possessed girl.

"What's your problem?" You couldn't help but get defensive, with the attitude Megumi had had before, of course you doubted that he wasn't trying to annoy you.

"Relax, Angel." That little nickname felt completely poisonous coming out of his lips. "It was just a simple question." He slumped into your vintage vanity chair. It was funny how little megumi fit in your bedroom, sitting there surrounded by all those light colors, pearls and hearts while dressing in black leather, crosses, chains and military boots. Just as he did with the living room, he began to look around your room.

"Are you done snooping, Fushiguro?"

"No, not really." You snorted and sat down on your bed.

"What are all those boxes?" He seemed genuine but that made you suspicious because until now he had not seemed to want to talk to you, again you chose to think that maybe you had misunderstood everything or that he was just a little grumpy.

"I usually keep some memories or they are simply things that I don't know where to put anymore." There was a sweet smile on your lips, if he was willing to be kinder then you were more than happy to talk to him.

"Memories." he repeated as his eyes traveled once again through the boxes above your closet. "Any of Sasha's by chance?" you gritted your teeth slightly, you didn't want to think it was a Seizure, you two were best friends he had reason to ask about her.

"Yes." Though your smile became slightly awkward, there it was, sweet and kind. "A lot actually." There was a hint of affection and homesickness in your voice, those were great times even if you didn't recognize it in that moment.

"And you didn't keep any of the letters?" You took a deep breath. "Or did you also discard them?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." was an automatic response, memorized a long time ago but it felt weird coming out of your mouth after so many years. Of course you knew what he was talking about and Megumi was not easy to fool.

"Oh you definitely know what I'm talking about, everyone knows it." Although vague rumors spread when it all happened, you were at the moment where everyone blindly believed in you so everyone's attention was only focused on comforting you.

"People talk a lot and that doesn't mean they're right."

"I know as well as I also know that there is something hidden beneath all that sweetness."

"You don't know shit Megumi."

"Then tell me what happened, tell me your truth, I'm waiting for you."

"Stop this bullshit, you don't know anything about me and you'll never know. What happened wasn't your fucking problem so you're not going to get any explanation because I don't owe anything." He got up from his chair and walked towards you, you felt tense as much as you hadn't been in years, keeping calm was hard in front of him.

"Why are you so angry?" he was taunting you to your face. "It was a simple question."

"You ask a lot of shit."

He shrugged. "I'm curious."

"It. was. A. Provocation." you accused him.

"I think you're just paranoid, but hey I guess there's nothing you need to worry about if what you say is true."

You felt stupid, you knew he was right, if you weren't to blame you didn't have to be angry about his questions but you couldn't help it, megumi knew how push.

"We should start now or it will be late." Seeing how calm He was only made you feel worse, maybe it was just a simple question, maybe you were hysterical for no reason.

You didn't talk more than you needed to, and Megumi didn't bring up the subject again, but you didn't stop feeling tense. You hated the way he looked at you, you hated the little smile on his lips.

"I'll do the conclusion but have to do the cover and that shit." On the way to the front door while you shuffled along with your feet, all you wanted was for him to leave and be alone for a while. "Have a nice Night, Angel" And he left.

You went back to your room and dropped down on your bed, burying your face in your pillow and covering yourself with your sheets, you want to drown down there.

You didn't get out of bed again that Saturday and Sunday wasn't much different.

Monday came and of course you didn't remember the part you had to do to finish the project.

You felt tired, you had just gotten out of bed and you wanted to come back.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?" You looked at megumi as he sat next to you.

"Your part of the project, the part I asked you to do." You didn't do anything and you didn't have any excuses, he didn't give you time to invent something because he noticed your expression. "Did you forget?"

"I-"

"What do you have in that little head of yours?"

"I-"

"I asked you for only one thing and yet you forgot, I left you the easiest thing and yet you are so useless that you didn't do it."

"I-"

"You forgot it all like the retarded bitch you are and-"

"Are you going to let me speak or not!?" you raised your voice, not too much but enough for him to shut his mouth and it was his turn to listen to you.

"I'll talk to the professor, he'll understand." You didn't let him answer, you just got up from your chair and went to the teacher's desk, you didn't care if you had been rude or not, he had been rude first. Megumi was making you lose your patience.

You invented an excuse that was not too elaborate but credible enough as you imagined it, the teacher gave you the opportunity to swallow it the next day. It wasn't such an important project and you were a good student, the teachers knew you so of course they were a little more lenient with you than with everyone else from time to time.

You returned to your seat with a big smile on your lips. "We can bring it tomorrow."

"Yes? And what did he ask of you in return? A blowjob?"

"Nothing," you said through gritted teeth.

"Right, you would do it for free." You didn't answer anything, you weren't going to fall for another of his provocations.

All the hope you ever had about being her friend was dead, you hated Megumi and you were sure of that.

Notes area

>Sorry for the mistakes, English it's not my first lenguaje.

>Feedback, comments and Suggestions are welcome.

>Thanks for reading.

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@iluv-ace @fishrene

[freedarick]

Just watched this Anime called Ai No Kusabi the other day (2 OVAs, kind of old) and it was surprisingly good yaoi!

[orphanbychoice]

atp i genuinely doooon’t care if the old guard two is the worst thing put to film i just want to see the best character of all time (andromache the scythian) and her loser henchmen and everyone’s favorite girl nile freeman again

[burning-sol]

You know what? I realise why the Sinsmas episode is pissing me off so much, it's because it's juggling so many different ideas that it doesn't spend enough time committed to a single one. Let me just break it down the way I see it...

The first idea we're introduced to is one about Stolas' depression but then when he sits down with Blitz we're introduced to the idea of Stolas' poverty.

The previous ideas are what you think that the episode might focus on until you get hit with the Octavia B-Plot. Okay! A-Plot is about depression and poverty, B-Plot is about Stolas not being able to contact Octavia... (I might be using those terms incorrectly, but you get the idea,)

But THEN you get Sinsmas introduced which is about the idea of indulging in your sins, which is shown to be important to the audience because it's expressed in dialogue, right? Wait, no, it's about Stolas's depression/poverty, okay then....

But THEN you cut to the office and we get a Millie and Moxxie bonding scene, so you think, "wait, is there going to be another DIFFERENT plotline introduced into this episode about their relationship??" AND YOU GET MORE ABOUT SINSMAS, multiple shots about the holiday and the idea of indulging in your sins!! So wait, the idea of Sinsmas IS an individual idea from the depression/poverty point? Or isn't it??

Stolas sobs on the phone, there's a very obvious depression/poverty breakdown, but then we get MORE NEW SHIT introduced because it's about Stolas' cheating. And I understand that that's meant to tie into Octavia's B-plot, but there's a subtle difference between that and THIS that adds another layer of shit on top (elaborated on later).

Which, BTW, I just wanna point out how this idea is contradictory to the Sinsmas idea since CHEATING is about INDULGING in LUST - as is established in your PREVIOUS. IMPORTANT. SEASON ONE FINALE... So WHY would you make a character shame a sin that's meant to be in the process of being celebrated which confuses the Sinsmas idea and was also the CORE of the Stolitz will-they-won't-they before now?? If it was to trigger Stolas' breakdown you already HAD the poverty story beat, this is just needless and confusing redundancy??

So then we actually get to Octavia and we get a scene about the idea of Stolas and Octavia not being able to get in contact with each other - the B-Plot - and followed by her introspective song and the discovery of Stolas' pills. And now we suddenly feel like we're back to where we were MEANT to be, with the Octavia B-Plot taking a pause to cut back to the Depression A-Plot. This builds up tension as we naturally feel the two characters drawn together.

And theeeen it cuts to the I.M.Ps and I'm banging my head against the wall because you're like, "Oh! The Millie and Moxxie relationship idea! This is going to be about them!"

But then OH MY GOD a NEW idea is introduced about Blitz wanting a FAMILY WITH STOLAS. I want to shoot someone because the cheating was a set up for Blitz to fantasise about wanting a family??? Is this meant to be a parallel to episode 1??? Am I meant to feel like Blitz has developed as a character?? In an episode that has been about every character OTHER than Blitz???

And then it's meant to be likeee like about Millie's pregnancy because she wants to kill the family instead of leaving them be, but it's also about Moxxie's relationship with her, but it's ALSO about being "demon enough" (WHATEVER THAT IS, IT'S NEVER ELABORATED ON), but it's also ALSO about Sinsmas.

Okay! Okay, back to the REAL plot except- Wait, Octavia walked in??? Wait, so this plot is now about Blitz wanting a family and he's going to bond with Octavia?? No! NO because they don't have any emotional connection and so there is no reason for this scene to exist if either way Blitz was going to know where Stolas went and Octavia was going to end up there as well anyways.

And can you tell I'm tired of writing at this point? Cus I'm losing my mind. FINALLY the A-plot and B-plot that should have been the center of the episode all along gets a fuck ton of screentime and it's beautiful and it's the peak of the episode.

And theeen it's back to Millie and you think, "Okay, so a big part of the pregnancy plot is clearly meant to be about Millie and Moxxie's relationship based on all the scenes we've gotten between them! That means that Millie and Moxxie are going to have some sort of important dialogue-" And then she WALKS OUT on him and she has her emotional moment with her sister! Which isn't a bad thing but need I remind you she isn't even in the center a FULL LENGTH episode, she's from a SHORT... WHY would you NOT integrate Sallie into a proper episode if she's going to be key to a future INCREDIBLY important plotline??

The episode ends with Blitz and Stolas and the credits roll blah blah blah...

This post is basically expands on some of the points of my post about my first impressions, because I just wanted to give a run down of the structure properly so you can understand why this episode is making me feel like I'm losing it. And I get it, if you put in the effort you can get an idea of how all the ideas were meant to tie together... But it doesn't! It's badly written! It makes me want to rip my hair out!

Ideas are established and then sit there uncomfortably without resolutions to them! Like even the shit. That was meant to be the main shit. The poverty and depression stuff? NO conclusion. Stolas says, "you don't have to refer to me as your highness" I guess?? But like, nothing to show him settling in with everyone else in the celebration to show he's like. Poor? And okay with it? By partaking in the holiday of those that are meant to be "beneath" him? No mention of his medication???

Just!! Okay. To understand the way shit in the writing could have been better, let me list some ways you could change the episode to be more coherent or cut down on redundancy if my points have so far not landed.

Establish Sallie towards the BEGINNING of the episode and her dynamic with Millie, and show how that compares to her relationship with Moxxie, and show WHY she would call Sally instead of talking with Moxxie first. If you're going to make the episode about family btw, this would be the point where Millie could bring up HER family and how much she values them or something in order to establish that as being important. Also, use this to explore what Millie and Moxxie's feelings on having a baby WOULD be, so that if there's conflict there then you have more understanding of why Millie made the decision she did.

Use the actual environment in the background of the montage to show the passage of time instead of it suddenly being Sinsmas. Have demons setting up holiday decorations, in the stores put up discount signs about a "Sinsmas sale!" This makes the story flow more naturally, as well as adds characterisation and makes Stolas' depression more real as he's shown to be so absorbed in his own world he doesn't even realise it's the holiday until Blitz brings it up.

Octavia's phone and the device she listens to music on is the same (I checked S1E2 to confirm it), which causes a sloppy writing issue. Like. If the episode is meant to show Stella is controlling and it's not Octavia's choice not to get in contact with Stolas, then you need to explain why she hasn't called him despite having access to her phone when Stella isn't around. If it were me, I would have had Stella lock it in a drawer that Octavia picks the lock on so she can listen to her music. THEN you can keep the original scene, OR (this is what I would have done) have her check her phone logs so you can see not only how many times Stolas has called but how much time has passed. Maybe this could also be used as another reason to drive her towards the closet as she hides from Stella and Andrealphus. Maybe this could be used as an interesting metaphor about her desire to leave but she doesn't know what she's going to do once she picks the lock on the door... Like how she could call her Dad now that she has her phone but she doesn't know what she'll do when she does... Something like that.

DON'T have Blitz and Via meet up if they're not going to interact. That entire scene is fucking pointless as is and I hate it. Either dedicate a PROPER amount of time and dialogue into making Blitz want to and try to connect with Via, or have them not talk at all. Cut out the whole thing about Blitz wanting a family with Stolas honestly, it's just not well explored enough.

Again with the sloppy writing, the gang did NOT need to stumble into a room of weapons to have weapons. That's pointless. They're assassins, they've been established to bring a stash of weapons with them to fights before. I can think of something much funnier where Moxxie is surprised by Loona's transformation and there's a joke made about her being a noble steed and Moxxie pulls out a sword only for Millie to be like, "Why did you bring that?" And Moxxie says something about how it's a posh weapon cus that's his thing. OR you could have some badass impromptu weapons the gang makes from the ice or they use Sinsmas decorations scattered around. IDK.

Already made my point about Stolas and the poverty idea. Show him settling in with the others during the celebration and him opening up to the idea that he's no longer rich or well respected. The "you don't have to refer to me as your highness" would work if the text bothered to show his mental state properly, instead of him just looking depressed and like he kind of hates everyone there.

Have Blitz PLEASE react to Stolas' depression. Like. Acknowledge it. And share his feelings about it. AND GIVE STOLAS HIS MEDICATION FFS he clearly has clinical depression!! Blitz is sooo head empty in this episode, PLEASE give him more internal thoughts other than :) I'm holding my head in my hands.

And I'm so tired of writing at this point I'm going to stop it there but I hope that was thorough enough to get across my points. And if not then I guess that speaks to how loopy this episode made me that I can't even articulate myself 100% because dear god.

[gunsatthaphan]

~ Monthly BL Breakdown: June 2024 ~ 

☀️ Happy July!!! 🧴

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post! 

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)

🌟 My Love Mix-Up - June 6th (Thailand)

🌟 Love Sea - June 9th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 SunsetxVibes - June 15th (Thailand)

🌟 Blue Boys Part 2 - June 15th (South Korea)

🌟 His Man Season 3 - June 21st (South Korea)

🌟 Marahuyo Project - June 24th (Philippines)

🌟 The Rebound - June 26th (Thailand)

🌟 I Hear the Sunspot - June 26th (Japan)

🌟 Sparks Camp Season 2 (Dating Reality Show) - June 26th (Philippines)

🌟 The Trainee - June 30th (Thailand) ✅

Monthly Likes / Dislikes

❣️ - 👎🏻 -

New series & movie announcements

🎥 Islanders - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Desire (Omegaverse) - Date TBA (China)

🎥 Khemjira - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 See Your Love - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Happy Ending (starring JeffBarcode) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Sugar Dog Life - Coming August 2024 (Japan)

🎥 Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Allure of the Siren - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Soulmate (starring Taec-yeon from 2PM) - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Secret Love - Date TBA (Thailand)

Other news from the BL world

❗️ Bible W. and Jess J., the leads of the upcoming BL 4 Minutes, starred in a music video - short film by the Thai band Getsunova called Spaceless. The film was released on June 4th, the music video was released on June 6th.

❗️ Jeff S. and Barcode T. were revealed to star in the upcoming BL Happy Ending, along with Mike Angelo and Jorin K. A first trailer was released on June 15th. The show is produced by Jeff S. himself.

❗️ Actor Chimon Wachirawit withdrew from the upcoming GMMTV BL Perfect10 Liners due to his struggle with mental health issues. He was previously hospitalized and pulled back from various events, such as the LOL Fanfest and multiple fanmeetings. He released a statement on June 24th saying he has been suffering from depression and is currently receiving treatment. On June 27th, GMMTV issued a statement announcing a hiatus in Chimon's career and the end of the PerthChimon ship as a result. They have mutually agreed to end their work as a pair due to Chimon's condition and will continue to pursue separate career paths. Chimon will return to acting once his treatment is finished.

❗️ It was revealed that the upcoming Taiwanese BL First Note of Love will be a collaboration with the Thai production company StarHunter. The show stars Charles Tu (HIStory 4) and Michael Chang (My Tooth Your Love) as well as Jame Kasama (GenY) who plays a Thai singer. The show is set to premiere in August.

❗️ The production company Be On Cloud announced a lineup event titled "The Next Altitude", which will be held on July 9th. It will feature upcoming projects such as series and various events. Further details are unknown.

❗️ Following the legalization of same-sex marriage in Thailand, the production company StarHunter announced a reality series surrounding the marriage of actors Porsch A. and Arm S. titled "Porsch-Arm The Wedding". The show will follow the pair on their path to their wedding and is thus the first Asian LGBT+ marriage themed reality show. In light of the bill-pass, fellow actors Both N. and Newyear K. also celebrated their engagement after 10 years of being together.

Upcoming series & movies for July

👉🏻 Takara no Vidro - July 1st (Japan)

👉🏻 This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans - July 5th (Thailand)

👉🏻 The Boyfriend (Gay Dating Reality Show) - July 9th (Japan)

👉🏻 The Next Altitude (BOC lineup event) - July 9th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Century of Love - July 10th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Meet You at the Blossom - July 11th (China/Thailand/Taiwan)

👉🏻 Heavens x Candy - July 13th (Japan)

👉🏻 Sky Valley - July 20th (Philippines)

👉🏻 4 Minutes - July 26th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Battle of the Writers - July 29th (Thailand)

[likethexan]

I fuck with the Nerites/Poseidon ship not because I like old man/young man (really not my thing sorry Ganymede) but more on because I headcanon Nerites as only a bit younger than his Nereid sisters (5 years max) Since Hesiod never mentioned his age, only that he’s the youngest child of Doris and Nereus.

Nerites and Poseidon creating Anteros or Mutual Love makes Amphitrite/Poseidon/Nerites an interesting dynamic (even if its non existent in mythological text). Amphitrite obviously doesn’t want Nerites in her marriage bed (see the myth of Scylla) but that’s her brother, so of course it’s complicated.

Also, Nerites capturing the attention of not one, not two, but THREE gods (aphrodite, poseidon, helios) is such a flex even if he turns into a shellfish at the end (I like to think Poseidon does turn him back but not before laughing his ass off).

[ahli-stuff]

Rewatched that amazing scene where Dazai and Kunikida lock eyes with each other and then dash to opposite sides across the room . GOD I love them GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! I wish there were seasons of them solving mysteries together

ARENT THEY JUST SO

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Las Vegas Grand Prix - Qualifiying - Fernando Alonso

[lady-harrowhark]

If anyone remembers/still cares about my bizarro jaw bone spur debacle from this summer, I have an update for you! I'm fine now, this is all past tense, but probably don't read this if you don't want to hear about dental/bone stuff.

So to recap, earlier this summer I felt some irritation in my mouth and when I checked it out in the mirror, there was a tiny little off-white shard of something sticking out of my gums on the inside of my lower molars. I figured it was a little piece of food that poked me, but when I touched it, it 1) was hard and sharp, 2) would not move, and 3) hurt so bad that it about knocked the wind out of me. Even in the moment I knew this sounded dramatic and highly improbable, but I was immediately Very Sure that it was a little shard of bone.

By the next morning it was so swollen that I couldn't see if it was still there, and after four or five days I ended up calling around and found a dentist who could get me in to take a look because my usual dentist at the student health center didn't have any immediate openings. By that point I was taking Tylenol + ibuprofen around the clock as well as using Orajel numbing gel and icing it, but nothing was touching the pain. Also, the side of my face and down into my neck was starting to swell, and sleeping and eating was extremely difficult due to the pain.

The dentist I ended up seeing was very friendly and pleasant but ultimately pretty dismissive. Nothing showed up on an X-ray but he could see a spot of "hyper-irritation" where I'd had the little shard, and he said it was possible that a "bone spur" worked its way out through my gums. Usually that only happens after oral surgery or an injury, but I'd also had a dental cleaning a few weeks prior that was weirdly aggressive and left that part of my gums bleeding and sore for several days, so it was possible that was enough to dislodge something left over from when I had my wisdom teeth removed years and years ago. Or maybe it was just a little cut. He then told me to alternate the Tylenol and ibuprofen instead of taking them simultaneously and to call back in two weeks if it wasn't better or if it started getting hard to eat or sleep. I reiterated that it already was hard to eat and sleep, and asked if I was understanding him correctly that he wanted me to take LESS pain medication. He paused, and then said to call back in one week if it wasn't better.

So obviously I went out to my car and cried. I have a very skewed pain tolerance from a lifetime of chronic illness experiences and I'm a very smiley and friendly person in general, so I do acknowledge that I don't usually LOOK like I'm in pain, especially to someone who's only just met me. But for me, the fact that I even made an appointment for it is a giveaway that this is like, off the charts levels of pain. I called my dad since he's a doctor and he was able to prescribe some antibiotics for me just in case, and walked me through how to adjust the ibuprofen dose to be the equivalent of prescription strength. I'd decided that if it wasn't any better by the next day, I was going to urgent care. Thankfully it was a smidge better, and over the next maybe two or three weeks it mostly went away, although for while I could still feel sort of a divot on my gum where the bone spur had been.

ANYWAY yesterday I had my regular dentist's visit, the first time I'd been in since then. I told the hygienist about it, and she seemed kind of alarmed, especially because she could also still feel the little spot on my gum. The dentist ALSO seemed pretty shocked and could feel where it was as well.

So here's the update: I apparently have a little bit of extra bone built up around my back lower molars, which is unusual but not unheard of, and mine is very very mild in comparison to what you see when you Google "mandibular tori" - mine is really just that it's slightly rounded or mildly bowed right below my molars rather than going straight down to the bottom of my mouth as is typical, minor enough that no dentists have ever mentioned it to me. I never even realized that wasn't what everyone's were like until this spring when a massage therapist I saw for TMJ stuff mentioned that she noticed it. So in general that's not any sort of issue for me, EXCEPT that the dentist yesterday said that the gum tissue can be pretty thin where it has to stretch over the extra bone, which can also be kind of pointy or sharp.

Given that plus the fact that I hadn't had any sort of recent injury or surgery in the area like you would expect for a bone spur, she said it was more likely that I somehow scraped or cut the gum right down to the bone.

It wasn't a bone spur. That was my literal, actual jaw bone showing through my gums.

[e-adlirez]

“I’m gonna give you a chance to run, and go tell every single person who you know about what just happened today. I want you to tell Rat, I want you to tell everybody. This… this is what I’m capable of now.”

Crappy drawing I made as quickly as I could, I dunno exactly all the lore in the Content SMP but one too many @doctor4t videos has done this to me and my curiosity—

c!Lux belongs to @luxintrus and c!Blake belongs to @winsweep

[loregoddess]

so, again, has this been done before or....?