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Polyester Perfection: Why Sweatpants Are Better in Polyester
When it comes to comfortable and casual loungewear, sweatpants are a staple in many wardrobes. While they traditionally come in various fabrics, one material stands out for its exceptional qualities: polyester. Polyester sweatpants offer a perfect blend of comfort, durability, and style, making them superior to other fabric options. In this blog post, we will explore why polyester sweatpants are better in polyester and why this fabric choice is a game-changer for both comfort and fashion-conscious individuals.
Unmatched Comfort:
Polyester is renowned for its softness and smooth texture, making it an ideal choice for sweatpants. The fabric provides a gentle, lightweight feel against the skin, allowing unrestricted movement and all-day comfort. Whether you're lounging at home, running errands, or engaging in light exercises, chocolate brown joggers offer unparalleled comfort, making them perfect for relaxation and activity.
Moisture-Wicking Abilities:
One of the standout features of polyester is its excellent moisture-wicking properties. Unlike other fabrics, polyester effectively draws moisture away from the body, keeping you dry and comfortable during physical activities or on warmer days. This moisture-wicking ability helps regulate body temperature, preventing sweat from accumulating and ensuring you stay fresh and comfortable throughout the day.
Durability for the Long Haul:
Polyester is renowned for its durability, making it an excellent choice for sweatpants that can withstand regular use and repeated washings. Polyester fibers are resistant to stretching, shrinking, and wrinkling, maintaining the shape and structure of the sweatpants over time. This durability factor ensures that your polyester sweatpants will continue to look and feel great, even after numerous wears and washes.
Fade and Color Retention:
Polyester sweatpants are known for their exceptional color retention capabilities. The fabric is less prone to fading than other materials, allowing your vintage wash sweatpants to retain their vibrant hues even after multiple washes. This makes polyester sweatpants a reliable choice for maintaining a fresh and appealing appearance over the long term.
Easy Care and Low Maintenance:
Polyester sweatpants are incredibly easy to care for, requiring minimal effort to keep them in top condition. The fabric is resistant to wrinkles and creases, allowing you to spend less time ironing or steaming. Additionally, polyester dries quickly, reducing drying time and making it convenient for those who are always on the go.
Versatile Style Options:
Polyester sweatpants offer various styles for different preferences and occasions. Polyester allows for versatile cuts and fits, from classic jogger-style sweatpants to sleek and tapered designs. The fabric's smooth surface also provides an ideal canvas for prints, patterns, and embellishments, allowing you to express your style effortlessly.
Environmentally Friendly:
Polyester sweatpants are often made from recycled polyester fibers, contributing to a more sustainable fashion industry. Choosing sweatpants made from recycled polyester can help reduce waste and promote a greener future.
Conclusion:
Polyester sweatpants embody the perfect combination of comfort, durability, and style. Polyester sweatpants outshine other fabric options with their unmatched softness, moisture-wicking abilities, and resistance to fading, shrinking, and wrinkling. Not only are they incredibly comfortable for lounging and physical activities, but they also offer long-lasting wear and easy maintenance. Regarding style, polyester sweatpants provide a versatile range of options to suit various preferences and occasions. So, if you're looking for the perfect blend of comfort and style, look no further than polyester sweatpants – the epitome of loungewear perfection.
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Chocolate vibes. 🍫
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MUNCHIES!
Kelvin Harrison Jr X Reader
Summary: Your neighbor, Kelvin, invites you to the fair. After a night of fun you end up in his apartment.
Warnings: Short, Smut, Humor, Neighbors.
Part One.
Why does having a crush put you in a state of mental hell?
It happens too easily and too often because your crush is across the hall from you.
And his name is Kelvin.
A handsome man with a bright, magnetic smile and a sense of humor. You moved in two months prior to meeting Kelvin. He was the first to greet you, reaching out his hand to shake yours while you were on your way into work.
“I’m Kelvin, welcome to the neighborhood. Don’t be a stranger. I promise I don’t bite. If you need anything like…sugar, spaghetti, you name it, I got it for you!”
You couldn’t help but giggle at him.
Funny thing is, you did end up needing sugar. You were currently making a batch of edible chocolate chip cookies for a friend. You confused the sugar bag for flour and there was no way you were going back out to the market after dealing with all that traffic and road rage. Slipping on your Stitch slippers, you head out into the hall and across to Kelvin’s door.
Raising a fist, you suddenly become aware of how naked you feel. Cookie Monster boy shorts on. A barely there tank top. A chill swept across your chest, causing your nipples to harden. Turning, you shuffle back towards your apartment, but the sound of a door knob twisting caught your ear from behind.
“I’ll catch you when you get back from your trip, Kel!”
“Got a lot of work to do within the next month with press and all—”
Silence. You do a slow and dramatic turn, meeting the stunned faces of Kelvin and a friend of his you didn’t recognize. Kelvin had a lot of friends. It was hard to keep up with names and faces. Kelvin stood within his entryway with a velour, emerald green durag over his head, a white tank top, and black ball shorts. The friend, a tall, lanky black boy sporting a grey hoodie and matching joggers didn’t hold back as his eyes swept over your frame.
“Y/N? Girl, where you think you goin’ dressed like that?” Kelvin questioned with a fold of his arms and an arched brow. The corner of his beautiful lips twitched, fighting the urge to laugh.
“So this Y/N? Dayum—”
Kelvin slapped his friend against the shoulder. They both share a look, communicating with their eyes. Y/N twisted her lips before a smile broke out across her pretty face. So…Kelvin talked about you to his friends?
Interesting. Definitely noted.
“My bad, love, I’m Roy. Nice to meet you.”
Roy held out his hand in greeting. You shake his hand before quickly releasing it. Your eyes linger on Kelvin’s face as the awkward silence stretched on. Roy cleared his throat, causing you to blink away from Kelvin’s hypnotic brown orbs.
“Nice to finally meet you. Be safe, bro.”
They bumped fists and Roy turned to leave.
“You didn’t answer my question, punk.”
You’d finally found your voice. You shove a foot towards Kelvin’s direction and he swatted it away.
“I ain’t no punk. And I was coming over to ask for some sugar. I got an edible order to make.” You finally reply.
Kelvin leaned against his doorway with a smirk and low eyes, “And none for me? What type of shit…”
“You got thirty dollars?” You quipped.
“I do. How fast can you make me some fruity pebbles?”
“As fast as that money is in my hand, Kelvin. Now, come on! I need sugar!”
You stomp in place like a spoiled brat. Kelvin’s eyes did a quick sweep of your shapely thighs and the peek of midriff that teased him.
“Take a picture! It’ll last longer!”
Kelvin gave you a skeptical look, “You wanted me to see you like this, huh? You ain’t slick.”
Kelvin took a few steps back, holding his apartment door open for you to enter. You give him a look and he inclined his head for you to come in. You’d never been inside of his apartment. He’d been in yours a few times to help you bring groceries in. As you walk forward, the smell of sativa titillated your nose. With a hint of hazelnut cream.
“Brown or white?”
You focus on his back. The dip in his back in particular. You could see muscle definition in his arms and upper back. You knew he’d been going harder in the gym with his personal trainer lately from his ig stories. Preparing for a role possibly. Whatever the case, you were pleased.
Huh?” You finally reply.
Kelvin looked over his shoulder at you with elevated brows.
“Brown or white sugar?”
“White.”
Kelvin snorted a laugh, “And here I thought I daydream too much.”
Kelvin opened his walk–in pantry. He reappeared two seconds later with a big storage container filled with sugar. He found a zip–lock and filled it generously with enough sugar to last you some time.
“You didn’t need to give me that much, Kel,” you accept the bag, holding it against your chest to conceal your nipples.
“I’m just tryna look out for you, girl. Plus, I want my fruity pebbles and my coochie—I mean cookies!”
Kelvin threw a hand over his mouth and you both burst into a fit of laughter. Kelvin doubled over with a hand against his stomach and you flew your body over his kitchen counter. Tears ran down your cheeks, and Kelvin’s boisterous smile and open mouth laugh didn’t help to contain your cackling.
“I had too much weed! Oh shit! Whew!” Kelvin used his thumb to swipe away tears, “Coochie sound good though I ain’t gon lie to you!”
“You make me sick! I’m leaving!”
You turn to leave but Kelvin grabbed you by the waist. You look back at him and couldn’t help but to laugh again. His touch against your skin sent signals to your nerves and your body did a jolt that you couldn’t control. He smelled amazing and his glassy skin looked delectable. Beyond his lashes you could tell from the whites of his eyes that he’d smoked some good shit.
“Who said you could leave me alone? Remember what I said happened the last time I smoked silver haze?” Kelvin whispered against your ear.
“I don’t remember nor do I give a fuck!”
You screech when Kelvin tried to tickle you. Your squirming became too much so he released you.
“I got a couple blunts left if you wanna chill with me?”
Kelvin tucked his chin and wagged his brows at you. You narrow your eyes at him.
“I have to get this order finished. If you want, come help me out and we can smoke.”
Kelvin tapped his chin in thought. Too long for your patience.
“It’s either a yes or a no, Kelvin!” You shout with a smile.
“Aight, I’ll come over. Let me grab my chips first.”
Kelvin opened his pantry again and you waited for him while walked back towards the door. Your curious eyes scanned his eclectically stylish apartment until your eyes came upon a painting.
“Honey Dripping. That’s the name of it.”
You jump slightly from being startled. Kelvin was amused with your response, eyes twinkling with mischief. You turn your attention back to the painting.
“Why this one in particular?” You question.
“It’s beautiful. It shows appreciation to the female anatomy. And I love coochie…or did you forget the slip of my tongue back in the kitchen?”
The playful edge to his voice sparked a horniness within you. Kelvin took his place next to you while munching on Lay’s chips. He chewed and admired the painting with wondrous enthusiasm.
“Anyway, you ready to head out? Them Cookie Monster shorts had enough fun for one night, ma.”
You shove him jokingly before leading the way out of his apartment. Kelvin grabbed his keys and slipped on some crocs along the way. Still, the painting and his words remained on your mind.
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You allow Kelvin to add the chocolate chips before mixing the thick batter. The sound of Tyler The Creator playing from your Bluetooth had the two of you grooving. Kelvin cut some parchment to line the cookie sheet while you took a break to puff on a blunt. French inhaling the smoke, you pass it to Kelvin who accepted the blunt between his thumb and pointer finger, toting it before expertly blowing the smoke away from you.
You open the oven and Kelvin slipped the tray inside.
“See what team work can do?” Kelvin brushed his hands.
“Maybe asking you for sugar was the right thing to do after all.”
You wink at him while gathering your dishes to clean. Kelvin perched himself next to you with a towel to dry.
“Got any plans tomorrow?” Kelvin asked after placing a clean mixing bowl in the dish rack.
“No. Why?” You glance at him with bright eyes.
“There’s a fair…heard about it?”
“I did. Was gonna buy two tickets but that didn’t work out.”
Kelvin pouted his bottom lip with curiosity, “What happened?”
“…long story,” you huffed, “Shortened version? This dude I met on Hinge, found out he was seeing my friend.”
“OUCH. That’s fucked up,” Kelvin accepted a whisk, “Happy you dodged that bullet and here I am to save the day!”
You laugh, “Mr. Harrison, are you asking me on a date?”
You jutted your hip out and gave Kelvin a flirty look with a little smile. He licked his lips before chuckling. His eyes danced across your face and that look was doing things to you.
“I guess I am, huh?” Kelvin nibbled on his bottom lip, “Well? Can I take you to the fair, Y/N?”
You played it cool by giving him a nod in acceptance and a coy smile. On the inside, you were doing flips and cheers. After months of the back and forth, he made the first move. As he should. You’d dropped hints plenty of times. This didn’t mean anything yet. It could be a simple friend date. A date with Kelvin of any kind was enough for you.
“Then it’s a date. I’ll pick you up at three?”
“Three is good.”
You both finish up and head to your living room to smoke and watch a little TV. Kelvin made himself comfortable on the floor while you laid on your side on the sofa. Head propped up against your arm, you put on a random Marvel movie. Kelvin brought his knees up and draped his arms over it. You tap his shoulder with your acrylic french tip and he cut his eyes at you before accepting the blunt to keep the rotation flowing.
“You like roller coasters?” Kelvin asked.
“I do.”
“How about drop towers?”
“Nah,” you take the blunt, “Had a bad experience on one before.”
“You got stuck?” Kelvin turned his body fully, giving you a shocked look with his mouth hanging open.
“I did! Happened when I was eleven. Six flags. The ride started up out of nowhere and that drop almost made me see heaven. No more.”
Kelvin threw his head back and laughed. The fabric of his durag stroked your knee and it caused goosebumps to appear on your arms.
“I hate anything that spins. Shit makes me sick.” Kelvin revealed with a look of disgust.
“Let me guess, made you vomit?”
“Yeah! I hate feeling dizzy. That over and over again spinning drives me nuts!”
Bet, remind me to put you on the cyclone for torture when you piss me off.” You replied jokingly.
Kelvin sat up on his knees to face you.
“That’s if you can even force me to do it. Look at all this,” Kelvin flexed, showing off muscles and lifted his shirt to give you a glance at his abs, “Too strong!”
“Kelvin, we’re the same height. And last time I checked, your friend Aaron got you beat in that department—HEY!”
Kelvin had snatched your slippers off and started tickling your feet. You writhed on the sofa, kicking a squealing, trying to fight him off.
“OKAY! okayokayokay! I’m sorry!” You were blinded by tears and your laughter couldn’t be contained, “KELVIN! YOU WIN! OKAY!”
“That’s not what I want to hear, Y/N.”
Kelvin grabbed you by the ankles, your body tumbling to the throw rug. Kelvin climbed over you to hold your wrists above your head. You move your head to get your braids from your eyes and focus on Kelvin’s face. Your chest rose and fell with deep breaths and he blinked down at you with a condescending smile.
“Where’s the blunt?!”
“On the tray. Don’t try to deflect. What was that about Aaron?!”
“I was only kidding!” You replied.
“Mhm. Don’t let me find out you’ve been checking him out, punk.”
You liked this side of Kelvin. The way he had you trapped beneath him and the glint in his eyes with that sexy smirk had you a wet mess. You wanted to see how far he’d go.
“Can I share something with you, Kel?”
He tilted his head, gold chain dangling in your face, “Yeah? What’s that.”
“Well,” you look heavenward, “I always wondered what it’ll be like to…have Aaron do arm curls while using me as weights—STOP!”
“Keep it up! I can do this all night!” Kelvin said between laughter.
The timer beeped on the oven, alerting you that the cookies were ready. Kelvin sucked his teeth before releasing you. He helped you up from the floor, but suddenly he lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You wiggle your feet while he carried you towards the kitchen.
“Put me down before you drop me!”
Kelvin sat you down on the counter and grabbed the oven mitts. He took the cookies out and sat them on top of the stove. The smell of the freshly baked treat wafted your nose and made your mouth water.
“Why must you act up, Y/N? See, I would punish you…but you ain’t ready for that.”
You fold your leg over the other and tilt your head.
“What exactly is a punishment from Mr. Harrison entail?”
“You ain’t ready for that, Y/N.”
Kelvin removed the mitts.
“I’m a head out. I gotta get up early to train and take care of some other shit before I come scoop you for the fair…”
You were too late at hiding your disappointment. Kelvin worried his brows and pouted his lip.
“Awww I’ll miss your annoying ass too.” Kelvin walked up to you and gave you a kiss to the cheek, “Get some sleep. I want you energized for the fair tomorrow. We got a lot of shenanigans to get into, ma!”
Kelvin snatched up his keys and slipped on his crocs. You were still stuck on the kiss that tingled your cheek. His lips were indeed soft like a Tempur-pedic mattress. Probably tasted good to. His mouth had to taste good.
“Come walk me to the door.”
You hop down from the counter and follow Kelvin. He opened the door, pausing with his head against it and giving you a dreamy look that had you giggling.
“See you tomorrow, Y/N. Take your ass to bed.” Kelvin grabbed your hand and kissed it like a gentleman.
“Dream about me like I know you will.”
He licked his lips slowly, hazy eyes falling to your lips.
“I just might.”
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Stay tuned for part two! 😍
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🍇 🎀 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒 🎀 🍇
Warnings: None!
Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader
A/N - Sorry if none of y’all remember me! I was shadowbanned a few months back but I wrote tons of Lando fics
Lando Norris was rich, that much you knew.
So, well, you fully expected him to take you to some rich, fancy restaurant when he’d asked you out.
But what you didn’t know was that Lando was very much not the kind of person to do that.
So when you saw his message as you were about to get changed - “dress comfy” - you were confused.
“As in…joggers and stuff?” you texted back, to which he gave you a simple ‘👍’
Interesting.
“Hey,” you smiled, walking out of your apartment as Lando smiled.
He was in a hoodie, the hood pulled over his mass of chocolate brown curls to hide his identity from others
It made sense, being a celebrity, when you didn’t want everyone to flock you for autographs.
No, this night was for him and you only.
“You look good,” he said, admiring your cream hoodie and joggers, opposing his brown set.
“I tried,” you said, following him to his car.
“So…what are you doing?” you asked.
You were half expecting him to say ‘Netflix and Chill’ coz he’d probably forgotten or something but hey, you never know.
“Surprise,” he mumbled as you hummed.
And a surprise it was, when he took your hand and led you past the bright big restaurants and into the quieter street.
“Lando,” you gasped as he led you into a pottery shop.
You could tell he was nervous as he sat you down at a table, smiling to one of the staff as a disc with clay with placed in front of you.
“Let’s roll these up,” Lando said, pushing your sleeves up as you moved the plate to your side
The whole three hours was spend with giggles and jokes and smiles and longing gazes as you moulded your vases.
You had a little cute pot, with a little scratch in the side from your nail, and Lando had a little, slightly wonky, vase.
“Looks like the tower of pisa,” you commented as he huffed, smearing the wet clay onto your cheek.
“I tried,” he said, watching as they were taken off to be dried
But unfortunately, all good things come to and end, as did your little date as you finished painting the strawberries and leaves onto your vase.
You held the box carefully, wrapping it in some nice paper and adding a kiss, before holding it to him.
“Hm?” he asked, confused.
“I wanna give you mine,” you said as Lando blushed, taking it from you and handing you his.
He’d keep this one forever, and you’d do the same for his.
#f1#lando norris#lando norris imagines#lando norris x reader#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x fem!reader
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The Batgirls on their Periods at the Same Time
Context: This is probably some ooc and if that bothers you just scroll on by. It's cool, silly fics like this depicting the batfamily in this manner isn't for everybody but don't leave hate comments if this bothers you. This is posted here because it's more shorter and just feels like it would work here 😊 Oh and I wrote this while on my period. We go through out periods in different ways. The batgirls and batwoman are expys of that and this is how the male members of their family handle it. This is for all my girlie pops that have to deal with this curse. Let's dive in!
Dick (walking over to Barbara): Hey, Barb, you sent me a few angry texts. Did I make you mad about something I'm unaware of?
Barbara (seething): Yes! Remember that triple chocolate cake I had leftover? You’d better buy me a new one!
Barbara deliberately rolled over Dick's foot while muttering an impressive assortment of curse words.
Dick (complaining): Ow! You said I could have it!
Barbara (voice filled with the fury of a thousand angry souls): Lies! Get me a new one, or I'm ignoring you for the rest of the day, including during comms tonight! You greedy ass! Hold off on the sweets, fat ass!
Dick (furrowing his brows, angry): Fat ass? Rude! Jesus over some cake? I'll buy you another one... after I ice my foot. You freakin’ jerk.
Barbara (over her shoulder with a smirk): Cake thief!
Tim silently listened to the argument while he sat at the kitchen table. Dick sat down, rubbing his sore foot.
Tim (confused): Hm... Have the girls been acting… a little on edge lately?
Dick (hesitating): I hadn’t really noticed until my foot became a casualty. What have you seen?
Tim: Barbara seems to be irritated with everything around her and Stephanie has been eerily quiet and distant today, which is unlike her. Bruce asked her if she wanted to patrol a different part of Gotham, and she just growled at him... which is close to how she usually acts.
Dick: Hm… that's odd.
Just then, Stephanie Brown trudged into the kitchen, wearing an oversized shirt and jogger pants, looking like she had just escaped from some form of medieval torture.
Stephanie (almost a whisper): I’m watching cat videos. Don’t bother me and let Duke know I'm really sorry for the many hurtful words I said.
Tim (coolly while stirring his tea): He said it's fine and he'll return in a few days.
Stephanie nodded with an understanding 'mm-hm'.
Stephanie: Oh and tell Bruce I’m covering the other part of town tonight, just need to be wrapped in blanket for next few hours.
Tim (nodding): You got it, bestie.
Stephanie grunted a 'thank you' and shuffled out of the kitchen.
Tim: She hasn’t snapped at me too much.
Dick (worried): Hm… wait, wait, wait... Duke left? This isn’t the time, is it?
Tim (tilting his head): Time for what?
Dick (leaning in dramatically): No, no, no- Wait, we might be in the clear if Cass and Kate don't have there's.
Tim (looking confused): Have what?
Dick: You poor summer child.
Dick sighed, shaking his head, while Tim shrugged nonchalantly, blissfully unaware of the tale as old as time: period sync-up.
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Meanwhile, Jason heard a knock at his door. He opened it to find his older sister, Cass, standing there, wringing her hands nervously. She bit her lip, a worried expression on her face.
Cass (waving quickly): Hi, Jason.
Jason: Hey, Cass. Everything okay? You seem stressed.
Cass (bashfully): Do I? Yeah, um, my… Aunt Flo is visiting, my caregiver never took the time to- I hate when she visits, but I need to go to the store for supplies… I don’t want to go alone. You’re the only one I trust to take me.
Jason (confused): You don’t have an Aunt Flo, and what supplies do you need to meet her?
Cass (frowning): Oh… oh dear, you don't get it. Um, my crimson tide… has arrived?
Jason: Crimson… what now?
Cass (losing patience): My period is on! I need to buy tampons or pads before I bleed and ruin my sheets again! I'm literally wearing the last tampon, Selina is on vacation-
Jason (covering her mouth): All right, got it! The message is crystal clear now. Okay, stand there, I’ll grab my keys.
As Jason went to his living room to get his backpack, Cass stepped inside, surprised he’d actually agreed to take her to the store.
Cass: Wait, you’re not… weirded out by this?
Jason: I’m friends with Artemis. I’ve seen things, it makes me squeamish at times, but that might be because I've never went through it... thank God. Austen can keep watch while I'm gone.
Austen the cat meowed to confirm that as he rested in a carboard box.
Jason (heading outside): Now let’s get you those supplies.
Cass clapped eagerly, following Jason to his car, clearly relieved.
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Back at Wayne Manor, Dick waited for his father to pick up while Tim sat in perplexed silence.
Dick (calling Bruce): Bruce, are the girls on their periods?
Tim (gasping dramatically): Oh, that’s what it is!
Dick (clearly irritated): Jesus Christ, Tim. Duke figured it out!
Tim (defending himself): I've been distracted lately.
Bruce (calm): Hm… that explains why Stephanie snapped at me and why Barbara cussed me out… I’m a little too familiar with that sort of thing. I don't blame Duke for taking a week off, he texted me earlier about that. So yes, they definitely are. Cass is probably on board for that ride too. Women can sync up with their menstrual cycles like a well-oiled machine.
Kate's laughter could be heard in the background along with Bruce groaning.
Tim (stammering): How does he-- Bruce, how do you know that?
Bruce (slightly uncomfortable): Selina is very informative… and Harley is a treasure trove of knowledge. Trust me, you learn a thing or two. Just go easy on them, and they won’t bite your head off. You didn’t do anything to tick them off, did you?
Dick (ice pack firmly planted on his foot): ... I may have done something to make Babs upset.
Tim (grinning proudly): I have not, so I’m doing good!
Bruce: Well, like I said, don’t do anything else stupid, Dick.
Dick: I’ll try not to.
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With that, Bruce ended the call, sighed, and turned to his cousin Kate, aka Batwoman, who sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
Bruce: And then there’s you.
Kate (coolly): Yeah, just going to ignore me? No mention of the four-way sync-up?
Bruce: I’m ignoring a lot right now especially involving you. I’m a master at many things—women syncing menstrual cycles is not one of them.
Kate (nodding sagely): Trust me, women don’t get it either.
Bruce: Let’s at least get you your monthly period supplies.
Kate (squirming): Could you not call it that?
Bruce (mockingly): Could you be actually prepared next time and not drag me out of work?
Kate (swiping her hand like a cat): Ooh, catty? Maybe you’re on your month as well.
Bruce (chuckling dryly): You’re hilarious, let me tell ya.
Kate: I cope with humor. Now get out of the car. Also, you’re buying me lunch today.
Bruce (sardonic): Oh, fantastic. I definitely wanted to treat you while you’re on your period. Now, let’s get your supplies before you fashion a makeshift cape out of my car seat.
#batfamily#batsisters#batman#kate kane#jason todd#dick grayson#bruce wayne#tim drake#wayne brothers are there for their sisters#batfamily are the best family#aunt flo#barbara gordon#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#period woes#batdad#batgirls#batwoman#batfamily shenanigans#menstrual cycle#crimson tide#batfamily headcanons#batfamily fanfiction#even lady heroes deal with periods#microfiction#flash fiction#batfamily adventures#dc means disregard canon#we've all been there#wayne family adventures
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Summary: A friendly reminder: Don’t challenge your two large dog hybrid boyfriends Pairing: Alaskan Malamute!Ming x fem Netherlands Dwarf Rabbit!reader x Bernese Mountain Dog!Yunho Tropes: poly au, hybrid au, abo au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: abo dynamics, hybrids, polyamory Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, knots, predator-prey play, dirty talk, pet names, nipple play, spontaneous female orgasm Word Count: 1,154 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: part of the Mr. Wolf universe Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ Paranoia by Kang Daniel
“It’s not like you guys could outrun me anyway.” You poke at your boyfriends, “I’m a bunny. Don’t they outrun dogs all the time?”
Mingi growls lowly, “Watch your tongue, cottontail.”
“Wanna test that theory, bun?” Yunho adds.
A shiver runs down your spine. Yunho’s eyes are dark as he stares at you. Something in the air has shifted. His typically smooth pine scent sharpens, and the undertones of dark chocolate become more present. Even though your eyes are fixated on Yunho, you can still smell Mingi. Your nose twitches as Yunho’s scent mingles with Mingi’s spruce and winter air scent. You glance at the hallway and debate your best course of action. Either you could stay here like a bunny trapped in the corner by big scary wolves, or you could find a hole, bolt down the hall, and make a game out of it.
The second option seems far more appealing. You turn your small upright ears to the side, listening to where Mingi is on your left. He isn’t moving, but you know his eyes are fixed on you. Yunho is directly in front of you, and he’s not budging any time soon. The space just to your right is wide open. If you move at the right time, you could easily make it down the hall and into your bedroom. Yunho’s eyes shift to Mingi for a moment. That’s the opportunity you needed. You bolt. You make it about halfway down the hall before you find yourself thrown over Yunho’s shoulder. In hindsight, you should’ve known better. Both your mates are dog hybrids, hunting dog hybrids at that. Mingi walks up to where you and Yunho stand in the hallway. One moment, your eyes are on the ground, Yunho’s fluffy dark brown tail also in your field of view. The next, you see Mingi. His finger is under your chin, making you look at him. He’s bent over slightly so as not to strain your neck too much.
“You wanted to play chase so bad. Let’s see how well our pretty little prey can handle the consequences.” He hums, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Again, I can outlast both of you. We all know bunnies last far longer than any dog can in bed.”
Yunho tugs your tail, making you squeak, “Let’s see if you’re still saying that when you’re hanging off our knots.”
Mingi finally moves his hand from under your chin and steps around Yunho to walk ahead of both of you into the bedroom. His spruce scent follows him in a waft of air. It makes your head spin with need. Your own scent must’ve sweetened because Yunho’s fingertips dig into the flesh of your thigh before following the other dog hybrid into your bedroom. You don’t even get a moment to process what’s happening before Yunho is throwing you onto your bed and quite literally ripping your clothes off your body. Mingi pulls you into his lap, his fluffy white and grey ears poking up out of his blonde and red messy hair. Your bare pussy against his joggers feels like both heaven and hell at the same time. You immediately start to grind against him. A low growl from him stops your motions. Instantly, you bare your neck to him, ears pinned back against your head.
“That’s a good little bunny. Listen to your alpha.” He smirks.
“M-mingi, please?” You whine.
“Please, what?” He teases, teeth gently grazing against your mating gland.
You whimper at the feeling of his sharp canines against the sensitive skin, “Need you inside me so bad.”
Your fluffy tail wiggles a bit in anticipation. Just as you think Mingi is going to sink his teeth into you. Your other mate, who has been relatively quiet since ripping your clothing off, pulls you from his lap. You’re sitting back against Yunho’s bare body. You can feel his hard member pressed against your back just beside your tail. Yunho lifts your body as if you weigh nothing and guides you to sit down on his cock. A loud moan escapes your lips as he starts to move you to bounce on his cock.
“That’s a good little bunny. So good for your alphas, aren’t you?”
You nod, “Feels so good!”
Yunho chuckles against the shell of your ear, “And to think, you were talking so big about how a little prey hybrid like you could outrun and out fuck us. You’re leaking slick, bun. You’re such a fucking mess.”
“Yun– alpha! Fuck!” You moan loudly.
Mingi stalks closer to you and smirks, his sharp, pearly white canines on display as he does so. He drops his head in front of your chest before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You squirm and whimper at the feeling of Yunho fucking you, combined with Mingi’s tongue swirling around the hard bud. His hand moves to stimulate your other nipple. You can’t help but bury your hands in his messy, dual-colored hair. The moment you do, he uses his free hand to grasp your wrist in one hand. You’re rendered completely helpless. Yunho’s knot starting to bump against your leaking entrance makes your mind completely blank.
“You gonna cum on Yunho’s cock, cottontail?” Mingi teases, his sharp teeth teasingly nipping at your nipple.
“Feels so–” You cut yourself off in a broken moan.
“So what, bun? You already that fucked out that you can’t explain yourself?” Yunho teases further.
You can’t hold back your orgasm anymore. Your body shakes, and your pussy convulses. As you ride out your high, Yunho pushes his knot into you. The feeling of him finally popping it in sends you into a second, much more unexpected orgasm. You feel tears start to roll down your cheeks at the intense feeling. Mingi’s teeth still tease your nipples as you come down from your high. Although Mingi didn’t get to knot you at the same time as Yunho, the cum on both his thighs and yours is evidence enough that he came at some point during your back-to-back orgasms. Mingi finally moves away from your sensitive chest and places kisses against your mating gland. You positively melt at the feeling. A moment later, Mingi’s lips are gone from your neck, and although you can’t see it, you can still hear him kissing. He kisses Yunho’s mating gland as well, and the other alpha growls at him half playfully. The sound of the growl has you whimpering and grinding against his knot.
“You’re fucking insatiable, bun. Is our pretty little prey hybrid desperate still?” Yunho tsks.
“Please?”
“Maybe I should give attention to that cute little clit of yours while you’re stuck on Yunho’s knot.” Mingi suggests a condescending hint to his tone.
You clench around Yunho’s cock.
“I think our little cottontail likes that idea.”
“I really really do.” You admit.
Mingi smirks, “I best get to work then.”
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𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌
Rating: Mature (implied sexual content)
Relationship(s): Aether/Rain
Tags: daddy kink, quintosis (quintessence as hypnosis), post-hypnotic trigger/suggestion, implied transmasculine rain, mildly dubious consent & morality, intox kink, alcohol. let aether be SLEAZY let him be NASTY. we love a wine drunk lightweight rain.
Words: 2189
Guppy. The quint ghoul watches the petname hit Rain’s brain and settle there, making his hips falter in their swaying. He makes an unconscious noise, momentarily stupored. But the haze is gone the next time he blinks, replaced with the almost imperceptible dilation of his pupils. A few sparkles of amethyst blend into his normal cerulean irises, indicative of Aether’s little trick he’s just begun to play. It’s simple, really. A little post-hypnotic suggestion, if you will. “That’s a new one; have you called me that before?” Rain giggles a little and takes another sip of his wine. Oh, has he.
Notes: for my bestie @divine-misfortune; happy birthday, void! he requested "I am placing an order fr Aeth and his guppy,,,,As for what theyre doin? Good question-idk maybe gettin him cute n dumb in public or smthn so he needs his daddy" and thus, this fic was born
Read the rest under the cut, or on AO3!
The abbey grounds are alive with celebration; alight with lanterns, string lights, and a great bonfire down the hill; the smell of stew, mulled wine, and crisp apple mixes with the fresh promise of autumn that cools the breeze. Many libations are passed amongst the scattered groups of ghouls and siblings, as well as shared laughs and cozy conversation. It’s a nice night for festivities, and it’s only bound to get rowdier as the evening progresses.
Rain, of course, is no stranger to a good time. A glass of cranberry wine downed already with another one halfway drunk in his hand, he sways to Swiss and Mountain’s guitar-percussion duo they’ve set up just beyond the bonfire. The multi ghoul strums an unnamed melody while Mountain accompanies with a rhythm on an old floor tom. Easy-going and no particular songs in mind. A few others bustle around him—Cumulus spins Aurora around to her giggling delight, a group of siblings dance amongst their little circle, and Aeon is very obviously wiggling his butt for Swiss’ benefit.
Not that Rain isn’t doing something similar. Aether’s quite enjoying watching the water ghoul sway his hips and smile coyly over his shoulder as Mountain blows him a kiss. He’s equally as cute in the outfit said drummer most likely picked out for him: a charcoal gray thermal underneath a cream colored blouse, chocolate brown joggers that hover above his leather chelsea boots and show off black wool socks, all topped off with a modest gold ring on his wine-glass-wielding hand. In his hair, bright magenta aster blooms are woven alongside yellow heliopsis flowers in the waterfall braids looping under his horns.
A right autumn beauty that has Aether itching to touch, to charm.
“Hi, cutie,” he says appreciatively, slipping his hands around Rain’s waist after sauntering up behind him. He pecks the water ghoul on the cheek.
Rain hums and presses his chilled lips to Aether’s mouth. Cinnamon sugar and berry gracing the tip of his tongue. “Hi yourself,” he grins.
The quint ghoul falls in time with Rain’s hip sways, pressing himself to his back. “And what number drink are we on, love?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer.
“Excuse me, this is only glass number two, thank you very much,” Rain says indignantly. He turns up his nose playfully and flips his hair into Aether’s face, who simply chuckles and blows the strands away.
“Gotta pace yourself; don’t want to see this pretty face passed out in the lawn now, do we?”
Rain rolls his eyes. “I don’t see you enjoying the fruits of Mountain’s berry picking labor.” He throws another coquette look at the earth ghoul, playing it up as a compliment.
Aether hums. “Open up and let me really taste, then,” he lilts, nipping at Rain’s jaw with a growl.
“Ugh,” he laughs through a groan. In trying to dodge Aether’s attack, the red wine sloshes over the rim of his glass and soaks into the cuff of his thermal. “Aetherrr,” he complains, picking at the sleeve.
Aether tuts. “It’s only a little—it’ll dry, guppy.”
Guppy. The quint ghoul watches the petname hit Rain’s brain and settle there, making his hips falter in their swaying. He makes an unconscious noise, momentarily stupored. But the haze is gone the next time he blinks, replaced with the almost imperceptible dilation of his pupils. A few sparkles of amethyst blend into his normal cerulean irises, indicative of Aether’s little trick he’s just begun to play.
It’s simple, really. A little post-hypnotic suggestion, if you will.
“That’s a new one; have you called me that before?” Rain giggles a little and takes another sip of his wine.
Oh, has he. He plays innocent. “What, ‘guppy’?”
Rain giggles again, almost automatic. “Uh huh. Kinda like it.” Aether can tell he doesn’t know why he says so. It’s part of the design, of course, that he doesn’t catch on to what the nickname does to him. How each utterance weaves a little more magick into his mind, dropping him that much further. Rain hums, leaning into Aether more heavily than before.
“Thought you might,” he rumbles, giving him a peck on the cheek. He catches Mountain’s eye over the water ghoul’s shoulder, his expression now twisted with a mix of amusement, suspicion, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. Aether throws him a wink, and the earth ghoul rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a smirk.
He taps the rim of Rain’s wine glass. “Is my pretty ghoul gonna pace himself properly, or will I have to keep an eye on you, mister?”
“Mmm, you can keep an eye on me all you want.” Rain wiggles his ass against his crotch suggestively.
Aether chuckles and gives his waist a squeeze. “Watch it, now; you get into too much trouble and I’ll have to whisk you away from all the fun, guppy.”
Rain shakes his head exaggeratedly, whining in disagreement. Stumbling a little on his next hip swivel. “Nooo, let me have fuuun,” he protests. “I’ll be gooood. Promise.” He offers up the pinky on his free hand. The hammered gold band on his middle finger flashes with the firelight across the field.
Aether links his pinky with his own. “I’ll be watching,” he warns playfully, nipping at his jaw again. Rain doesn’t swat him away this time. The quint ghoul offers a pat on the ass before he walks away, busying himself with hor devours and fish stew.
It’s a few hours later before they cross paths again, Rain noticeably tipsier and loose-limbed as he converses with Dew at the bonfire. If Aether’s observations were correct, the glass of dark, blackberry wine in his hand should be his fourth drink now. He’d be inebriated without the magick, lightweight as water ghouls typically are, but the touch of quintessence makes him needier, more tactile than he otherwise would be. It’s a side effect that makes itself known quite obviously: kissing Mountain full on the mouth after his and Swiss’ set was finished, resting his head on Sunshine’s shoulder as she fed him prosciutto and cheese cubes from her snack plate, holding a sister’s hand as he walked with her through the small rose garden that surrounds the outside walls of the bathhouse.
Like this, he’s seductive and ripe for the taking. Aether’s drawn back to him like a magnet.
“ . . . wanna go someplace on the coast,” Rain is saying as he approaches the pair. “When it’s warm.” Rain pouts.
Dew makes a face. “Ugh, I don’t know if I can take more outside shows; too fuckin’ hot.”
“Y’re ‘fuckin’ hot,’” the water ghoul smirks, poking at Dew’s leg with his boot.
Dew just rolls his eyes fondly. “And you’re drunk, starfish.”
“Nuh uh—”
“Think Dew’s right, guppy,” Aether interjects, placing his hands on Rain’s shoulders. “Hm?” Rain raises a finger above his head, waggling it in front of Aether’s chest to emphasize his nuh uh. Aether can feel the magick swirl that much deeper under his fingers, making Rain hiccup and drop his head back against the quint’s body.
Beside them, Dew crosses his arms and laughs knowingly. “Guppy, huh?” He raises an eyebrow and bites the inside of his cheek to stop his mouth from quirking up further. Mentally, Aether shrugs. So a few of them know of his tricks—sue him. They’ve enjoyed the effects of Rain’s (and their own) nickname before, so, really, they have no place to judge.
“‘s cute,” Rain slurs, smiling up at Aether. “Gu-ppy. Guuuuuppy.”
“Why don’t ya say it a few more times?” Dew snorts, turning to busy himself with the fire and leaving Aether to his sleazy antics. Luckily, Ifrit’s there to hold his attention. The quint ghoul slips around and takes the free spot on Rain’s left. He’s immediately greeted with a lapful of clumsy water ghoul, who chooses to climb on top of him instead of stay in his own seat.
“Hi, love,” Aether says warmly, wrapping his arms around him. Deftly, he plucks the wine glass from Rain’s hand and places it on the stump beside them. “You enjoying yourself?”
“More now tha’ y’re here,” he smiles, all drunk and dopey. He loops his arms around Aether’s neck and hums. Adjusts himself more than comfortably on his lap, legs hanging over his hips and bellies pressed together.
“I’m glad, my pretty guppy,” Aether rumbles. Rain makes a noise at the back of his throat, quick and breathy. Aether watches his eyelids flutter for the first time since the night began, like a moth's wings as they carry the flying creature closer to the flames. He tuts and brushes his thumb over the water ghoul’s cheek, who leans into the touch with a needy purr.
“Y’ feel nice,” he sighs dreamily.
“Not getting tired?” he asks, a self-satisfied smile crossing his face as Rain fights to blink away the haze.
He shakes his head, sticking out his bottom lip and wriggling closer. Rolling his hips not-so-subtly against Aether’s crotch. “Uh-uh.”
“No? Looks like that wine is getting to you, love,” he teases.
“Aetherrrrrr,” Rain wines. He wiggles again, and Aether can feel the damp heat starting to radiate off of him. Teetering perfectly between giggly, aroused, and falling asleep standing up. “Let me have fuuun,” he echoes himself from earlier.
“Out here, in front of everyone?” Rain groans and sticks his face into the crook of Aether’s neck. He chuckles to himself and wraps those big arms tight around his lithe body. One more, and he’ll be just where he wants him. He puts his mouth to Rain’s ear and whispers: “No—don’t want you to get sloppy, guppy; why don’t we tuck in for the night? You and me, what do you say?”
It’s like a weight drops on his body, Rain going so lax against him until his arms slip off Aether’s shoulders, head only staying up because his chin keeps it hanging off of Aether’s chest. He’s not dropped all the way, not just yet, but his face pulls into an expression of bliss and his eyes slip all the way closed this time. Purrs increasing in intensity as he helplessly melts into Aether’s control.
And then he says something Aether wasn’t entirely prepared for; something that makes his breath catch in his throat and his pants get tight.
Rain sighs happily, stupidly, eyes reopening to amethyst-tinged slits as he gazes up at the quint ghoul. He smiles, licking his lips like a dog settling down for a nap. “Okay, daddy.”
Fuck. Aether bites back a groan. “Yeah, baby?” he says softly. “You wanna cozy up with Daddy?”
“Mm-hm,” he nods.
Aether scoops him up immediately. He can feel Mountain’s jealous stare against his back as he carries Rain back to the abbey, no doubt thwarting the earth ghoul’s plan to strip Rain of the outfit he picked out for him and take him slow and sweet. The quint ghoul flicks his tail behind him: next time, big guy.
Rain makes a noise of protest as he’s eventually plopped onto Aether’s bed, nearly falling over as he makes grabby hands towards the bigger ghoul.
“Just closing the door, sweet boy,” Aether assures.
When he turns back, there’s a blush on Rain’s cheeks, rosied from the cool air. He looks back at Aether with big eyes, whining as he starts to paw at his own clothes. Needy and eager. A picture of casual sin, the braids around his horns have gone loose from the night’s festivities, flowers cascading down his curls like fallen leaves that get stuck in branches on their descent to the ground. The merriment which disheveled his pristine look has also sullied his blouse, now stained crimson in a few rogue spots from the wine. And as Rain shifts and spreads his legs a little, Aether catches sight of the tiny damp patch in the crotch of his pants, his sudden arousal obvious and impossible to hide.
It’s enough to make his mouth water. “Fuck, look at you; handsome, handsome boy,” he rumbles. Aether crouches over him, bracketing Rain’s torso with his arms and leaning in to graze their noses together. The smell of wine and sweet, heady arousal hits him like a punch to the gut. In an instant, his resolve crumbles, and all he can do is groan. “Daddy wants you so bad, baby.”
Rain’s whimper turns into a gasp as Aether runs a hand down his thigh. “Oh . . . but—clothes,” he says dumbly, still grabbing at them.
“Don’t worry, guppy—” he breathes, tracking that hand back up to the waistband of his pants, then his fly. Rain’s groan is soft, trailing off at the end as he starts to slip somewhere distant, putty in the quint ghoul’s hands. Aether pops the snap and pulls the zipper down with one claw, pushing past Rain’s fly to cup him over his now damp underwear. His mouth brushes against the water ghoul’s messily, hungrily, and lets the momentum of it all take them both down onto the bed.
“—Daddy’ll take good care of you.”
#crow writes#rain ghoul#aether ghoul#aether/rain#quintosis#aether x rain#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#the band ghost fanfic#the band ghost#quintessence as hypnosis#cw: intox kink#cw: daddy kink#cw: dubcon
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CAN I HAVE A HOT CHOCOLATE WITH MY POOKIE BOO SIRIUS?
Feed me mother 😼
(perhaps a few tickles or maybe not :3)
baby, it's cold outside *ੈ🎄✩‧₊
summary: your first night at Sirius's house during the holiday season <3
a/n: this is the first story for ficmas!! woohoo!! also thank you to my platonic wife @justzoeee for requesting this 🫶 (also here's the recipe to the cookies that the reader and Sirius make if anyone wants them, the only change is that they use the green and red M&Ms)
tags: @back-totheoldhouse @daemontargaryennn @o-kye @unbeleevable @mochamuff1n @prettysinners (this is me just guessing who would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be removed/added from the taglist!!)
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warnings: reader's nervous, modern au (not a warning but a heads up), mentions of reader's family not being the best
You quickly walked up the stairs to Sirius's apartment level (why didn't they have a working elevator in the building?), your teeth chattering from the cold; if it was going to be so cold outside, why wasn't there at least snow?
You blew hot air into your clasped palms before knocking on the door. His festive wreath was on his door, completed with small jingle bells, pinecones, and a large red bow.
The door creaked open to reveal a beaming Sirius dressed in a Christmas sweater, joggers, and a mug of hot cocoa in his hand.
"Doll! Come in, come in," he ushered you inside, "you must be freezing." He set his mug down on the coffee table in front of the sofa before helping you take off your winter coat and scarf. "You look so cute bundled up like that, baby," he teased. He cupped your cheeks in his warm hands before wincing. "Merlin, baby, you're ice cold. You want hot cocoa?"
"Yes, please," you smiled. "And I was thinking..." You slid your hands on top of his. "We should bake cookies."
"I'm one step ahead of you," Sirius snapped his fingers and pulled you to the kitchen. On the counter were assorted ingredients for baking—flour, sugar, the likes of it—and an extra mug put to the side next to a packet of instant hot cocoa.
"Funny how you prepped all of this knowing that all you're going to do is eat the batter and look pretty," you teased, getting a bowl from the cupboard and organizing the ingredients in a more tidy manner.
"Is there something wrong with looking pretty, babe?" Sirius laughed, sitting in an empty space on the counter near you. "And I help with baking! I got the ingredients for you, didn't I?"
"Siri, you grabbed bread flour," you giggled, "and by the looks of what you're trying to make," you motioned at the open recipe on his phone, "you need brown sugar, not white." You grabbed what was needed from his cupboards and started adding ingredients, Sirius handing you what was needed.
"Sirius, stop eating the M&Ms!" you laughed, catching Sirius taking handfuls out of the bag. He smiled sheepishly and put the rest of the handful into the batter.
"Now I'll taste extra sweet when you kiss me," he teased, poking your side.
"I think you'll still taste like steamed cabbage," you playfully retorted.
Your head was resting on Sirius's lap as you were slowly dozing off, his fingers gently massaging your head. Home Alone was playing in the background.
"You awake, love?" Sirius chuckled quietly. "Maybe we should get you to bed."
"I should be heading home soon," you yawned. "It's getting late."
"Nooo," he whined playfully. "Baby, it's cold outside and you're tired."
"I don't want to bother you," you said nervously, looking up at him.
"You're not a bother," he shook his head. "What is a bother is the fact that you're not asleep right now in my pajamas in my bed."
"Don't you have work tomorrow?" you asked, sitting up a little to rest your head on his shoulder.
"I'll probably call in sick," he shrugged a shoulder. "It's too cold to drive anywhere."
"Are you sure I won't bother you?" you pressed.
"100%," he grinned. He lifted you up into a bridal style like it was nothing. "C'mon, let's get you to bed. I have tons of stuff planned for us tomorrow."
"Like what?" you asked, laughing when he dramatically dropped you on the bed and tossed his warm hoodie and pajama pants on your head.
"Decorating the tree, ice skating, making a gingerbread house..." he listed off.
"You sure we can do all of that in one day?" you chuckled, slipping off your clothes and sliding into his.
"If we can't, then I guess you'll have to keep coming over," he sighed in faux disappointment. "Such a shame. And you might even have to stay for Christmas."
"A tragedy indeed," you giggled, tucking yourself in under the covers and curling up next to Sirius.
"Do you want to stay for Christmas?" he asked softly. "We can bring some of your stuff over so that you can stay."
"Better than spending Christmas with my family," you sighed. "Staying with you's better than listening to my relatives tell me about how I'm a failure in life."
"Well, they can kiss my ass," Sirius teased. "I'm stealing you away and they can't do shit."
"Sounds perfect," you grinned.
#hauntytalks#ficmas 2024#christmas#sirius x you#sirius black#sirius black imagine#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius orion black#sirius x reader#the marauders
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hi hina! if you were yuuji, megumi, and nobara's personal stylist (you already kind of are 🙂↕️) what's an outfit you would pick that represents their casual style and one look that represents fancy attire? and what's an absolute No for each of them?
SORRY FOR GETTING TO THIS LATE i have . fashion opinions and need 2 articulate them Properly. gomen ik this isn't /exactly/ what u asked this is moreso just. my style headcanons fr each of them but i think it more or less gets the point across gFGHDSHFGJ.
will get long btw :')
yuuji: casual:
i loveloveLOVE him in jean jackets . since a hoodie is a staple for him that + a jean jacket i think is The Go-To fit for him hands down i think he pulls it off so well. u can even ditch the hoodie to opt for a baggy graphic T shirt but the jean jacket carries the fit. it’s so casual n classic which helps it be ~versitile~ and it's just boyish enough to rly suit yuuji’s character. I have him in distressed jeans (grey or dark wash blue, as long as it’s a different shade of denim) whenever i can bc i think it looks good but athletic pants (think like adidas jogger-shaped) work also . add red sneakers of choice accessorize that boy with a gym bag or backpack Bam yuuji fit.
formal:
i feel very strongly about yuuji in a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. no suit jacket fr him but definitely a tie and a waistcoat + straight leg trousers. i want to keep a pop of red on him so the safe option wld b to make his tie red but i think maybe he could pull off a maroon dress shirt + black everything else combo. important thing is He Wears Red :)
no’s:
honestly I can picture yuuji in most anything but i don’t think he wears long structured jackets, even fr fancy outfits. he’s too stocky of a build and i think a long jacket makes him look shapeless in a bad way i think mid-thigh is as long as i’d be willing 2 go for his outerwear, though im sure with the right fit i could b convinced otherwise
megumi: casual:
tl;dr: loose sweater over turtleneck/over collared shirt i feel SO strongly about megumi in loose straight silhouettes. HEAVY on the grey/black neutrals with the occasional cool jewel tone (green or teal u know how it is) though i do also like him in a chocolate brown! it is important 2 me also that whatever pants he wears r not too baggy since his top will have a lot of that Chunkiness to it and u need some shape n slimness 2 the leg 2 balance it out. this overall silhouette on megu >>>>>>>
formal:
unlike yuuji i Do think megumi could pull off a suit jacket or maybe even a blazer but whatever it is u best bet this boy is in All Black . I also like him in a turtleneck instead of a dress shirt but if we button him up Completely i think it achieves more or less the same look
no’s:
ok i have a couple but my biggest one is Fushiguro Megumi Does Not Wear Shorts end of story no further elaboration. also, this is slightly more forgiveable but like w yuuji i would avoid him in long jackets Also, altho fr the opposite reason . it’s not tht he’s too stocky for it rather i think he’s too lanky n a long coat runs the risk of drowning him — again situational tho !!!!! he would probably look good in a black wool coat so i will entertain the possibility .
also listen. this is a personal headcanon and ik it likely puts me in the minority and i may even get flack fr this . but i do not think fushiguro megumi would have piercings. i know ive drawn him with earrings before but listen those were for Me . those were for the fit. he was an acting mannequin. but just him??? his personal feelings?? i just have a hard time thinking that boy is th type 2 put metal in his face sue me :’/
nobara: casual:
this is so hard because a. women’s fashion has SO many more options b. nobara is 100% the type to have a different style every week and c. she looks good in all of it. I think though i like her best in long skirts and layers so something along these lines is a Hard yes from me, though possibly with a brighter colour palette
formal:
i had Other ideas but god just spoke to me through pinterest by showing me this dress and this is all i want to see nobara in actually.
(((real talk tho in terms of fancy dresses I like her in black/gold/red/pink for colours, either baby doll or bell skirts, strapless sweetheart necklines,, etc etc etc)))
no’s:
similar to yuuji, I don’t have many things that i picture as off-limits for nobara fashion-wise bc she seems the type to experiment :’) I think any faux-pas i can name r just my own fashion icks so i’ll just go with those: no low rise and no full skin-tight fits (ik i said she seems down for anything but i think she draws the line @ athleisure). also maybe a pocket pick but i don't think she would wear orange or hot pink on account of her hair
#kikuism#answered#HELP SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS#i would have illustrated some of it myself but i am Eepy and cannot b bothered gomen
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@idnull | closed (surprise) starter
"D'you wanna go on a picnic with me?" Billie leans against the counter by Odie's side, still conscious of the other feeling too cooped up in the city. "We could take a blanket to the park. Feed on some jogger who should know better than to run at night." And then, as if the other needed convincing, big brown eyes turn her way. "Maybe I'll pack some strawberries and chocolate for dessert?"
#idnull#x. starter | billie | ☾#you dont have to answer this but they're still rattling around in my brain
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you write so well for mirage omg!! I love your writing of him and I literally simp for him so much lol I will get on my hands and knees and BEG for some mirage x gn! reader where they're just wrestling and having fun until something slips from either of them saying their romantic feelings for the other PLEASE thanks if you do this request!!!
Training| Elliott "Mirage" Witt
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Reader: Gender netural | Mirage x Reader (romantic)
Warnings: none
Notes: Okay so I may have taken a scene from Daredevil and kinda drew inspiration from one of the romance scenes
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"You want to train with me?" Y/n asked, hands on their hips as they looked at Elliott.
They both stood in the training room's padded boxing ring; both dressed in their work out clothes: Y/n in loose clothing, joggers, and a tank top with Elliott in sweats and a tank top, shoes already off before stepping into the ring.
"Yeah, that a bad thing?" He asked.
Y/n's hands went from their hips to tucking into their inner elbows as they crossed their arms; "You think you can take me then?"
"Any day, any time."
Y/n laughed, "Oh really?"
"Yeah! Really!" Elliott argued, "Why think I can't take you?"
Y/n smirked, "Honest to whatever god is out there? No."
"Oh yeah?!" Elliott continued, "Well- I could!"
"Oh come on, be serious!" Y/n teased, "Do you know who I train with?"
"Yeah yeah, the murder bot!" Elliott waved Y/n off, "I could easily beat you- especially if a bag of bolts in a loin cloth can!"
"yeah? Fine." Y/n spoke, "who's down first loses, I win I'll tell Rev that you think he's just a- what was it? A bag of bolts in a point cloth, and if you win..."
"If I win you have to do the dishes at the bar and clean the grill."
"Done deal."
And they shook on it.
It was more fun than it was trying to win a bet. They circled each other for a good minute, Elliott throwing punches, Y/n dodging with ease, ending in Y/n grabbing Elliott's punch and throwing him back into the ring ropes. Elliott luckily caught himself before he could trip over himself and turned around the face Y/n again who just shrugged with a shit-eating smirk.
"You gotta try harder than that, Witt." Y/n fasely complained; "I thought this was meant to be difficult."
Elliott only came back fircer, Y/n dodging, they clearly pissing off their fellow legend. Y/n caught his punch again throwing Elliott, quick to throw Elliott behind them once more and-
SMACK
Y/n had smacked Elliott's ass, and hard too, "Been wanting to do that for a long time now. I can't help but touch the sweet cake, ya know?"
Elliott's face was red, but most noteably, his ears. He'd be lying if he said the ass smack wasn't welcomed. He turned back to face Y/n.
"B. Be serious!"
"I am." Y/n told the smirk on there face only got bigger, "I don't look serious to you Elliott?"
Elliott huffed in frustration. He rushed back at Y/n, who decided it was time to actually fight in Elliott's mind. Y/n grabbed another one of Elliott's punches. Elliott fought back this time: he refused to be fooled a third time and went for Y/n's legs. They quickly overstepped Elliott's sweep, and Y/n threw Elliot over there leg, catching him before he would loose his footing.
Something stopped Y/n. Maybe it was the way Elliott looked up and into their eyes. Or the desperate grip Y/n had on Elliott has on Y/n's wrist.
Y/n liked that.
The desperate grip.
The look in Elliott's chocolate brown eyes.
Y/n let go of Elliott's tank top, he hitting the the ground with a thud, Y/n's body following through, letting there hands support most of there weight.
It was silent, Elliott staring up at Y/n: neither seemed to blink as they stared another down.
"I like when you look at me like that." Y/n confessed out of the blue: Y/n's mind stuck in his chest next to there heart.
"U.Uh. l.l.like what...?" Elliott asked gulping down his nerves.
"Desperate." Y/n answered, "just like how you grabbed me to not drop you."
"I..." Elliott mumbled, "I...am..."
Y/n's head tilited in curiousity: Elliot could have laughed; he thought it was cute. Y/n looked down at Elliott's lips. Then, back up at Elliott in the eye.
It was quicker than anticipated, Elliott licked his lips subconsciously: Y/n leaned down to kiss him barely after Elliotts tounage retreated and Elliott's head came up to meet him half way. Desperation settled into content as Y/n rolled on there back; Elliot taking the top spot and laying across Y/n's bottom inbetween there legs.
Elliott pulled away for a moment: "I really wish I would of lost sooner."
Y/n chuckled, "You'd loose later too."
"No."
"Uh yeah you would."
"That a bet."
"You lost the first one."
Eliott rolled his eyes playfully, and Y/n chuckled once more.
#mirage#x reader#x gender netural reader#elliott witt#elliott witt x gn reader#x gn reader#mirage x reader#mirage apex#apex mirage#apex legends mirage#apex legends x gender neutral reader#apex legends x reader#apex legends fanfic
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Comfort and Style Combined: Discovering the Appeal of Chocolate Brown Joggers
In fashion, comfort and style are essential factors that elevate any outfit. Chocolate brown joggers are a versatile and trendy option when finding the perfect balance between the two. These joggers combine the cozy appeal of loungewear with a touch of sophistication, making them a wardrobe staple for those seeking both comfort and style. This article will explore the appeal of chocolate brown joggers, their versatility, styling possibilities, and why they have become a go-to choice for fashion enthusiasts.
The Comfort Factor:
One of the primary reasons vintage wash sweatpants have gained popularity is their unparalleled comfort. Crafted from soft and breathable materials such as cotton or fleece, they provide a cozy and relaxed fit that allows for ease of movement. The elasticized waistbands and cuffed ankles ensure a secure yet comfortable fit, making them perfect for lounging, running errands, or casual outings. The comfort of chocolate brown joggers is unmatched, providing an effortless and cozy experience.
Versatile Styling:
Chocolate brown joggers offer endless versatility in styling. They can effortlessly transition from loungewear to streetwear, allowing you to create a range of stylish looks. Pair your chocolate brown sweatpants with a basic t-shirt and sneakers for a laid-back and casual ensemble. Opt for a crisp white button-down shirt and loafers to elevate the look. The rich brown color serves as a neutral base, providing a canvas for various styling options and allowing you to express your style.
Dressing Up or Down:
One of the most appealing aspects of chocolate brown joggers is their ability to dress up or down easily. Pair them with a comfortable sweater or hoodie for a relaxed and cozy vibe. Add some sneakers or slip-on shoes, and you have a perfect casual outfit. Combine your joggers with a tailored blazer or a stylish jacket to create a more refined look. Pair them with dress shoes or boots, and you'll have a versatile ensemble suitable for a night out or a semi-formal event.
Embracing Neutrality:
The chocolate brown color of these joggers brings a touch of warmth and richness to your outfit. As a neutral shade, brown pairs well with various colors, allowing you to experiment with combinations. Create a monochromatic look by pairing your joggers with shades of brown or beige. Opt for vibrant colors like teal, burgundy, or mustard for a bold contrast. The neutral nature of chocolate brown joggers makes them a versatile choice that seamlessly integrates into your existing wardrobe.
Everyday Practicality:
The practicality of chocolate brown joggers contributes to their appeal. Their durability and ease of care make them reliable for everyday wear. With their casual yet refined look, they can effortlessly transition from day to night, adapting to various settings and occasions. Additionally, the forgiving nature of the relaxed fit ensures comfort throughout the day, making them a reliable and practical choice for individuals leading an active and busy lifestyle.
The Rise of Athleisure:
The rise of athleisure as a fashion trend has significantly contributed to the popularity of joggers, including chocolate brown ones. Blurring the lines between athletic and casual clothing, athleisure allows for stylish and comfortable outfits suitable for active pursuits and everyday activities. Chocolate brown joggers epitomize this trend, offering the perfect combination of sporty comfort and fashion-forward style.
Conclusion:
Chocolate brown joggers strike the perfect balance between comfort and style, making them a wardrobe staple for those seeking versatile and fashionable attire. From their inherent comfort and versatility in styling to their ability to be dressed up or down, chocolate brown joggers offer endless possibilities. Their neutral color allows for easy pairing with a range of hues, enabling you to create both casual and sophisticated looks. Whether you're lounging at home, running errands, or going out for a social gathering, chocolate brown joggers effortlessly blend comfort and style.
With their practicality and the rise of athleisure as a fashion trend, chocolate brown joggers have become a go-to choice for individuals seeking fashionable yet comfortable attire. They offer the perfect combination of cozy materials, relaxed fit, and versatility, allowing you to express your style while enjoying a comfortable and fashionable outfit.
So, embrace the appeal of chocolate brown joggers and discover how they can elevate your everyday style. Experiment with different pairings, play with contrasting colors and enjoy the comfortable and stylish experience they offer. From casual loungewear to effortlessly chic ensembles, these joggers are a must-have in any fashion-forward wardrobe. Comfort and style can go hand in hand, and chocolate brown joggers perfectly embody this winning combination.
#vintage washed t shirts#mens vintage wash t shirt#washed t shirts#mens washed t shirts#Vintage drip#chocolate brown joggers#Vintage black hoodies#Multicolor fleece pullover#Vintage sweatpants#Vintage wash hoodies
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better together
it’s not always easy & sometimes live can be deceiving; i’ll tell you one thing - it’s always better when we’re together :)
this is pure fluff and a combination of the things i imagine when i listen to better together & banana pancakes by jack johnson :) enjoy!
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She was awoken, first, by the light streaming in lightly through her bedroom curtains. She hesitated to open her eyes, not quite wanting to shake off the sleep induced haze quite yet. Blindly, she reached out for the warmth of her boyfriend next to her, but was met with only remnants of his body heat.
As Y/N became more and more awake, she could hear rumblings in the kitchen - dishes being moved around, sizzling from the stove, a soft “shit!” as Harry likely burnt his hand on something.
Chuckling to herself, she turned her head into her pillow and stretched out her sleep-stiff limbs. This was her favorite way to spend a morning - sleepy smiles shared over good food and warm coffee, soft hugs in between bouts of conversation, and the overall comfort in being with your person on a Saturday morning with nowhere else to be.
Slowly, she got out of bed and shrugged on a cozy sweatshirt of Harry’s and her sleep shorts, discarded hazily the night before. As she made her way into the kitchen, she was met with a shirtless Harry just in his joggers, back turned to her as he cooked something on the stove. She approached him quietly and snaked her hands around his waist, nuzzling her head in between his shoulder blades.
He flinched as he felt her hands come around him, “Your hands are ice cold,” he chuckled, and was met with her rubbing those same freezing hands up and down his stomach to tease him further. “Good morning, my love.”
She grumbled noncommittally into his back, wrapping her arms tighter around him to savor his warmth.
“Well, good morning to you too, then,” he added, pausing his cooking to wrap his hands around her wrists, interlacing her fingers with his. He turned around so he could look at her face, eyes looking up at him with love and adoration, despite the sleep clouding them.
“Good morning,” she responded with a soft smile, reserved only for him - the only person she would tolerate before a cup of coffee in the morning. “I love you.” An unspoken rule between them, always throwing in ‘I love you’s’ at all hours of the day, not just as an obligation when leaving or ending a phone call.
“I love you too, baby. Coffee?” He asked, turning back around before she could even respond, wordlessly grabbing her favorite mug out of his kitchen cabinet and filling it from the pot of freshly brewed coffee.
“You are the best,” she voiced as she accepted the warm mug of coffee from his hands, both hands wrapping around it to steal all the warmth she could. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Banana pancakes,” Harry responded - her favorite, made with mashed, ripe, bananas and dark chocolate chips. He turned back to the stove to flip the small pancakes over to brown the other side. “They’re almost done, there’s a small stack keeping warm in the oven you can help yourself to.”
She was frozen for a second - even after months of being with Harry, it was still these moments that shocked her the most. The joy that came from having a partner who wanted to learn your favorite foods so they could cook them, unprompted, or would be unable to resist buying something because they thought of you - these were the things that she cherished the most in life. She had never felt so loved.
She set her mug down to wrap her arms back around her boyfriend, feeling her love for him swell up in her chest so much that she had to voice it - even without words. “Thank you,” she murmured into his back, pressing soft kisses along his shoulders.
Though the world could be dark and depressing sometimes, she hoped she would always have these slow Sunday mornings with him in their small little bubble - nothing to do, no other place they’d rather be.
#harry styles writing#harry styles fic#harry styles fluff#harry styles#harry styles fanfic#harry styles smut#harry writing blog#writing blog#i write
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Mystery man - pt 2
"I... cant... breath..." I say coming to a holt in the middle of the gym after running 20 laps.
Collapsing to the floor Barnes chuckles to himself. "It wasn't that hard" he says continuing to chuckle.
"Yeah thats easy enough for you to say you have the super soldier serum running through your veins" I retorted back.
"..."
Silence hums through the air between the both of us.
"Well we are done for the day, you can go and do whatever u have planned to do" he walks away from me leaving me sitting in the middle of this gigantic room all alone. Its actually quite peaceful.
~2 hours later~
As im getting out of the shower i hear something get slid under my door. I walk over to see an envelope with my name on. The letter was sealed shut with a wax stamp, so fancy. I throw on a jumper and joggers and run through the bathroon knocking on tessa's ajoining door.
"COME IN" I hear them shout. Walking in tessa is holding the same letter as i am. Shrugging our shoulders we both open the letters simultaneously, like we are sharing the same brain cell.
"Omg tony stark has invited us to a party tonight!" I exclaim in excitment.
"Thats so fricken cool" tessa shouts.
"I have nothing to wear" i pace back through to my room with tessa right on my heals. "I didnt think to pack any formal clothing, i never thought in my wildest dreams id be invited to one of these"
"Hey dont panic we have time it says it doesnt start till 8 anyways, its 4 now we can quickly pop out and find something and it doesnt matter if we are late to the party we will arrive fashionably late" says tessa.
"Omg tessa you are a star i dont know what i would have done without u, probably have a melt down then decide not to go and just read for the night instead" i say while chuckling.
"Yeah yeah im amazing i know, now lets get going"
~1 hour later~
We arrive back with our outfits for the night
I picked up a beautiful floor length red dress that flows so effortlessly while i walked. With a heart-shaped neckline my neck looked bare so i also picked up a necklace my mother had given to me before she died, a small golden love heart which completed the outfit in every way.
Tessa on the other hand picked out a black suit to match their goth lifestyle.
We took our time doing our make up and making ourselfs look stunning as ever.
9pm rolled around and we are already an hour late. A rush of anxiety coursed through me as we walked towards the door of the party. Taking deep breaths in to calm down. Music playing so loudly. We open the doors and the music perfectly timed it self with us playing the chorus of 'jealous' by nick jonas.
It was like something just out of a movie, just so dramatic. Walking through the doors I could feel eyes burning on us I turned to look at Tessa beside me to see that they had disappeared and saw them talking to 2 other agents. I continue to walk through the party taking in all the planning that must have went into this in such short time.
I walk over to the bar where I see Natasha serving Bruce. And sit down. "You look stunning y/n" Natasha says automatically.
"Thanks Nat, you look stunning as well" I stay with them for a while, Nat handing me a drink over, a vodka and coke. While chatting I felt as if there was a set of eyes on me from behind.
I turn around to see the metal man himself standing with Steve and Sam in a conversation, he's standing facing me eyes piercing straight into mine, I smile at him and he smiles back. Strange interaction with the metal man. I turn back around feeling my heart racing, why is he having this affect on me? no one has ever made me feel like this, not since the accident that ended my mothers life.
I got lost in a trance of thinking of my past but I was brought out of it after hearing a deep toned voice come and approach me, I turn to see a dark haired man. Muscles bulging through his black dress shirt, arm sleeves rolled up exposing his tanned muscular arms. He looks at me with deep chocolate brown eyes.
"Hey" the dark haired man said with a smile
I smile back and say hey back
He introduced himself as Eddie
He is perfect in everyway, too perfect.
"Your Y/N right ?" he asked
"Yeah, how did you know that?"
"I'm a new recruit and I've been placed into your group for practice missions"
"Wait? Edmundo?"
"Yeah"
"great to meet you, I've heard brilliant things from the S.H.I.E.L.D Academy, I hope you can live up to these expectations. If you can excuse me I need to head to the toilet and find my friend, I hope you have a great rest of your night" I say while smiling.
I excuse myself from the bar and head towards the toilets. I look at myself in the mirror, not looking physically flustered but I could feel it internally. I shove the feelings back down to where they belong and pull myself together.
I plastered a big smile across my face and went back out amongst the crowd. I walk across the room and grab Tessa. "WE ARE GOING TO DANCE" I shout over the music. I drag them to the dance floor and we cause chaos. Jumping and singing to the top of our lungs like no one was watching.
That's when we heard the initial sound, glass smashing and everything fell silent. The windows to the function room that overlooked the whole of New York fell into the room an object landing in the middle of the room. A bomb.
"RUN OR GET DOWN" I scream, everyone ran to cover but when the bomb exploded I wasn't far enough, the force from the explosion sent me flying into the wall. My head colliding with the wall first causing me to black out.
#bucky x y/n#bucky fanfic#james bucky barnes#the avengers#marvel#marvel fanfic writer#mcu#fyp#fyppage
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Willy Wonka gets a horrible stomach bug from overworking/eating too much of his chocolate with Noodle as a worried caretaker, please.
Willy Wonka and Noodle
Sickfic Drabble (Request) divider by: @cafekitsune
Tw: Throwing up (kinda detailed? but still there) slight wonka x lofty ig
Summary: Turns out overworking and letting your head of taste testing (Lofty) go on break A PAID DAY OFF and now willy ate too much chocolate and throws up and Noodle has to babysit
"SERIOUSLY?!" Noodle looked at the brown, chunky vomit, gagging "Nope, your cleaning that up" Willy sniffled "Oh come on its not that bad-" he throws up into a trash bin this time "Okay maybe a litte-" throws up again "Okay am taking the day off..." Noodle gags again, regretting breakfast
"Okay, lets clean up first..." They cleaned up and Willy laid on his bed, Noodle placing a trash bin next to him and tissues "Am going to get some anti nausea medicine, meantime, STAY STILL, and throw up there if ya need to"
By the time Noodle came back, the bin already had vomit in it "I told you to eat lightly since your taking over Lofty's job for the day" noodle gave the pills and water, he gulped the pills and water down "Yeah...i know..."
"But hes been working hard for me, he needed it" "So do you" Noodle retorts "Besides you pay him enough" Noodle rolled her eyes ans got some food for Willy, she gave it to him and sighed "Am going to babysit you for the whole damn week" "Language!"
Part 2 below
Next day Lofty is back from vacation, rolling in his comically small luggage and Noodle is panicking because she cant find Willy "Whats going on?" Sipping on hot chocolate with sunglasses on "Willy is gone!" "So, hes a random man who befriended you" Noodle groaned "Hes supposed to be in bed because he threw up alot yesterday" "Oh dear, well thats your problem" Lofty put on his sunglasses and rolled his luggage into his small room
Willy at the same time came out of the bathroom, fixing up his joggers, looking at noodle "What?" "WHERE WERE YOU?!" Noodle looked at Willy in shock "I had to pee so- you didnt know did you?" Noodle gave a gesture that suggests yes, "Sorry Noodle, also is Lofty back..?" Noodle raised an eyebrow
"By that look, he is, well tell him that-" "Tell me what, Wonka?" Lofty looked at the much taller man "-You are going to work overtime" Willy said, Loft walked into the kitchen "Not unless i get more pay, good day" "But-" "I said good day" and lofty poured himself a glass of wonka brand chocolate milk and sipped on it, Noodle is just sick of his BS
(Agh i cant make this into a draft so ill edit this later)
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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “Sensu Lato”
The basics: After a scientist/Navy Reservist is stabbed, the team works to find the attacker. Kensi and Deeks deal with parenthood, Sam sees a possible new future.
Written by: Faythallegra Claude and Indira Gibson Wilson
Faythallegra Claude wrote season 13’s "Perception" and season 14's "Glory of the Sea". Indira Gibson Wilson co-wrote, “The Frogman’s Daughter”, "Signs of Change" and “Hard for the Money” and was the sole writer for "Lost Soldier Down" and "Let it Burn".
Directed by: Kevin Berlandi directed the season 14 premiere, "Game of Drones".
Guest stars of note: Duncan Campbell is back from “Sleeping Dogs” as Agent Castor, Brandon Raman as Arjun Sethi, Jason C. Louder as Dr. Daryl Howard, Krishna Smitha as Natasha Graham, Lisa Marie as Dr. Claire Winchester, Kelby Keenan as GenBioSys Tour Guide and Jordan Murphy as Chief Technology Officer Tom Fields.
Our heroes: Look for moths.
What important things did we learn about: Callen: In San Diego. Sam: Setting conscientious objectives. Kensi: Wants to spend a little more time with Deeks even though they work and live together. Deeks: Driving Rosa to school while listening to podcasts and introducing her to 70’s rock is the highlight of his day. Fatima: Tasked with organizing Hetty’s office. Rountree: Doing well with his denim investment, looking at growing his empire to real estate. Kilbride: Getting Fatima cool DoD access.
What not so important things did we learn about: Callen: Working on a Russian case. Sam: Looking at his future. Kensi: Wanting some romance. Deeks: Mr. Romance. Fatima: Not happy Kilbride was messing up Hetty’s office. Rountree: Obsessed with the future. Kilbride: Looking for a possible replacement.
Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Don’t know but she’s planning Sam’s future.
Who's down with OTP: Kensi and Deeks are trying to navigate being both parents and a couple in love.
Who's down with BrOTP: Sam and Rountree were more mentor and mentee than pals.
Fashion review: Sam wears a chocolate brown pullover sweater. Kensi is jogging in a black zip-up fleece jacket, a red athletic bra and red running tights. While working, Kensi has on a white and grey striped sweater. Deeks is jogging in a medium grey longs-sleeve tee and light grey joggers. In the office, Deeks is wearing a medium blue light-weight hoodie over a white undershirt. Fatima wears a white turtleneck under a short black sweater. Rountree wears a black jacket over a medium grey sweater. Kilbride wears his ‘uniform’ – blue three-piece suit, light blue dress shirt, blue tied with red stripes.
Music: “WOJ” by EverythingOShauN is playing in the lab to start the episode. “Feels” by Nina-Symone plays as Kensi and Deeks leave the office.
Any notable cut scene: For the second straight episode! And there are two!
Number one has Sam and Rountree entering the lab building. Rountree is still discussing real estate – thinking of buying a multi-unit home. He’d live in one unit, Jordyn would live in another and he would rent out the third unit to cover expenses. Sam gives Rountree a non-committal “not a bad idea”. When Rountree says interest rates are high, Sam agrees but with little spirit.
Number two is after the kidnapping with Dr. Winchester is in the back of an ambulance getting some oxygen. She asks about Dr. Howard, who is in ICU but is expected to live. Dr. Winchester tells Sam that Dr. Howard’s work will save the world. Sam things the world needs all the help it can get. When the ambulance drives away, Sam sees Rountree looking at a lovely home. Sam teases Rountree about having it all planned – nice house, a dog. Rountree likes the idea of a dog. Sam tells Rountree that things work out when a plan comes to fruition. Rountree is waiting for a “jewel of wisdom” from Sam. Sam tells Rountree to “pivot” – be prepared to pivot. Rountree will thank Sam in ten years, according to Sam.
That “pivot” scene should have stayed – it works beautifully with Sam’s conversation with Kilbride at the end of the episode.
Quote: Kilbride: “Henrietta evidently knew this office needed me and probably thought I needed it, too. Now, you don't open that envelope till you're sure you want to take this job.” Sam: “You know, in the past I would have given you a flat-out no. But my life has evolved into something that I barely even recognize. I think it's time for me to reevaluate where I want to go, how I want to get there.” Kilbride: “You mean setting goals.” Sam: “Ah, I wouldn't call it that. More like conscientious objectives.” Kilbride: “Tomato, to-mah-to. But let me know what you decide as soon as you can. I want to be able to leave at a moment's notice and somebody has to do this godforsaken job.” Sam: “Well, you make it sound so fun, Admiral.”
Anything else: In a lab, a scientist is examining an insect under a microscope. “WOJ” by EverythingOShauN is playing and the doctor is signing/rapping along. His phone beeps. Putting away his bug by covering the petri dish, the scientist picks up his things to leave, forgetting his car keys. Walking to the lab’s door, he passes a wall of small caged creatures – bugs, reptiles, animals. The scientist speaks to his charges before singing his way out of the office. He turns off the lights and is gone.
As soon as the scientist leaves, a person wearing black and a ski mask enters the lab through a side door.
The scientist gets about halfway down the hall when he realizes he doesn’t have his keys. Returning to the lab, he sees the masked person and confronts the intruder. The two struggle, knocking over some petri dishes, including the one with the insect the scientist was studying. After the scientist is knocked to the ground, the intruder pulls out a knife and stabs the scientist several times.
Kensi and Deeks are out for a run. Rosa is going to be carpooling to school with a classmate’s mother driving them on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Deeks wants a full investigation into the mom, making sure her driving record is clean. For Kensi, carpooling would give Kensi and Deeks a chance to have a little time for themselves in the morning – they could go jogging. Deeks is not happy – he loves listening to podcasts with Rosa as they go to school, introducing Rosa to 70’s rock songs is the highlight of his day. Deeks will have that on Monday, Wednesday and Friday but Tuesdays and Thursdays, Rosa would carpool. Deeks thinks Tuesdays and Thursday will suck until Kensi points out that he saying spending time with her would suck.
Deeks explains that they already spend a lot of time together – they both live together and work together like superheroes. Kensi doesn’t think they are superheroes. Kensi wants some romance. Deeks doesn’t – who needs romance when you’re married. Kensi is offended. Digging a hole, Deeks explains that romance is based on lies – wearing clothes you’d never wear, wearing perfume that masks a person’s true smell and well, bouquets of flowers are just dead flowers that were murdered for romance. Kensi is sad – she’s not going through life on autopilot, going through the motions. Deeks comes around – they could go to a taco truck they like, maybe a wine bar and a movie. Kensi calls it a date and Deeks doesn’t.
In the office driveway, Sam is talking to his father about dinner – Korean barbeque and Japanese food. Raymond doesn’t see much of a difference. Sam cuts the call short when the Admiral walks up. Sam actually invites the Admiral to join him and Raymond at Benihana – the Admiral will think about it. He has other business with Sam. Callen is working with the San Diego office in a Russian smuggling case. Sam saw the memo about Callen working in San Diego. The Admiral is worried – Callen is taking on a lot with the case, the wedding, Pembrook, the whole Katya business. Callen as a lot of plates spinning in the air. Sam is sure Callen can take of all that’s on his plate.
The Admiral’s concern is less about what’s going on now but what will be going on when the Admiral is unavailable to lead. Kilbride wants Sam as the acting supervisor of OSP. Sam wants no part of that - he’s a field agent. Kilbride is worried that some outsider may take over the office – “some blue-flame outsider” – and Callen would have a hard time with that. Sam as the leader would work better for Callen. Sam is now unsure so the Admiral gives him some time to figure out what’s best for the team. Sam sighs – he knows the Admiral did that on purpose.
In the firing range, Fatima and Rountree are shooting. Both did quite well looking based on the paper targets. Rountree asks Fatima how often she thinks about the future. She tries to stay present. Rountree is the opposite – he’s is obsessed. Fatima mentions doomsday prepping and Rountree already has his “end of the world kit”. He is visualizing his future. Fatima is a fan of visualization boards but that’s not Rountree’s style. He wants to have a ten-year plan, especially since the denim brand he invested in is beginning to show a profit. If there is a year’s worth of profit, he’d buy a home in Los Angeles and look for new investments – a good investment that could change the world. Fatima asks if a special someone changed Rountree’s future plans. A call to Ops saves Rountree from answering.
In Ops, Fatima tells Sam and Rountree about the scientist, a retired Navy reservist Commander Dr. Darryl Howard of Whitley University. Dr. Howard is a tenured professor of entomology at Whitley specializing in pesticides. He is alive, barely, in a coma at Cedars. LAPD is at the lab investigating what, if anything, has been stolen. Dr. Howard works for the Navy’s office of special research so the Admiral is looking into what Howard was doing for them. The bigger concern was a similar attack last year at Glenforest University. Gallons of pesticides were stolen and used in a bombing attack at a local city council office. Six people were hurt in the bombing. An extreme anti-government movement – the Patriot Mission Society – is believed to be behind the attack.
Video cameras outside of the Whitley lab show a figure walking out with a duffle bag. Sam doesn’t think the duffel bag would not carry the gallons of pesticides needed to cause a substantial explosion. Fatima disagrees – Dr. Howard had access to chemicals – severely restricted use chemicals - that a normal person could not get at a home improvement store. Some of these chemical as so powerful that it wouldn’t take much to cause a lot of damage. Asking about Dr. Howard’s family, he has an ex, Layla Lewis. Castor is going to pick her up and bring her to the boat shed. Sam wants Kensi and Deeks to interview Lewis. While Sam and Rountree go to the crime scene, Fatima is going to investigate the Patriot Mission Society to see if they are planning another bombing.
The lab is a mess – so much so that Sam says “wow” when he sees it. The hard drive from Dr. Howard’s computer is missing. While everything has been ransacked, the animals/reptiles/bugs in their cages are untouched but one cage is missing. Sam thinks maybe the whole crime scene was set up to cover up the theft of the cage and its contents. They need to speak to someone who knows about the lab.
Castor introduces Leyla Lewis to Kensi and Deeks in the boat shed. Moving her to the couch, Kensi asks about Lewis’s relationship with Dr. Howard. They were a couple for about 20-years but Dr. Howard only cares about his work. They’ve been separated for five years. She calls him a lovely man, a genius but he wants to change the world with his insects. When Deeks asks how, Lewis explains that people need to understand what is happening to the earth, insects and animals with certain chemicals being used. Dr. Howard is driven by the science and learning, not money. Lewis admires him – just can’t live with him. It’s hard when all the person you love wants to talk about is work. Kensi couldn’t agree more.
Lewis is so sorry about what happened to Dr. Howard but it all makes sense now. Dr. Howard said he thought people were hacking his e-mail, hacking his phone, making threats against him. Lewis thought he needed to see someone over his paranoia, especially when Dr. Howard started cancelling some of his speaking engagements. At a speech, he thought someone in the audience was following him from lecture to lecture. Lewis is crushed – she didn’t believe him. And Dr. Howard certainly didn’t deserve this, he’s a kind soul.
At the lab, Sam has Dr. Howard’s assistant, a young grad student named Arjun Sethi, reviewing the checklist of Dr. Howard’s lab creatures. Rountree asks who would steal the hard drive but Sethi has no idea. There should be four moth cages but one seems to be missing. When Sam isn’t happy with the Sethi’s surprise, Sethi explains he’s been out of town for two weeks. Maybe the moths were moved. Reviewing the pesticides, some are missing. Why would someone steal the moths, hard drive and pesticides? Dr. Howard is studying the negative effects pesticides have on soil, insects, reptiles and humans. His research, which was disseminated widely, may lead to enemies in the big agriculture pesticide business. Sam wants a list of all the pesticides Dr. Howard was researching so they can crosscheck them with the ones missing.
Watching Kilbride go through the drawers in Hetty’s office, Fatima offers to help since she organized the place for Hetty. The Admiral is not interested. Fatima asks if she could ask what he’s looking for. She could, according to the Admiral but that won’t guarantee a response. He wants to know about the Patriot Mission Society. Five are in prison, one died and the seventh member is in ICU after a bar fight. Kilbride wants Fatima to check other local terrorist organizations as he continues to look through Hetty’s file cabinets. Fatima tries again to help but Kilbride slams a file drawer closed to chase her away.
In the boat shed, Kensi has info about Dr. Howard’s security at the five conferences where he spoke this year. All five had incident reports with the last having a heckler removed from this audience. The heckler, a woman in her 30’s, had no ID. She was released without providing a name to security. Deeks gets Fatima on the plasma screen looking for the heckler at the Terrace Theater in Long Beach.
After Fatima is off the screen, Deeks recalls he and Kensi saw The Queen Experience at the venue. They had fun. Deeks agrees but now they have couples fun, married fun like Costco for the little samples, family dinners, carpools – family fun. Kensi asks if Deeks remembered what Layla Lewis said - Deeks remembers the bugs and saving the world. No, Kensi said it was easy to lose touch with each other dealing with the daily grind. Deeks tells Kensi that she is the most important person to him in the world. But the two of them only have 377 left. Kensi is confused – 377 what? 377 days until Rosa graduates high school and goes into the world as an adult. It flies by. Kensi loves that Deeks loves being a family man. But she doesn’t want to lose touch with the two of them “being us.” Deeks understands.
Sam and Rountree meet Sethi in the lab’s hallway as it looks like Sethi is leaving. Sethi provided a list of pesticides Dr. Howard was working on along with Dr. Howard’s ranking of the pesticides for their strength and damage they cause. Based on the way the intruder left the building, it has to be someone familiar with the lab. Security provided a list of all the ID holders in the building but Sam wonders if there is another way to get into the lab. Visitors can sign in at the front desk. Sethi is free to go.
Sam and Rountree figure that it is possible the moths and pesticides may have been stolen by someone who doesn’t want Dr. Howard to go public with what happens with the pesticides. Fatima comes over comms. While Dr. Howard was studying nine different pesticides, there were two that he was particularly critical of – matrazine and nitrithazine. They are highly toxic to the point that they change the cell structure of lizards. And if these chemicals can change cell structures of lizards, they might to the same to humans. Allurum Tech and GenBioSys make the two chemicals. When Dr. Howard went public with his research three-months ago, both companies took significant financial hits. That may be motive.
In the Admiral’s office, he is putting something into a 5X8 envelope. Fatima arrives with news of the woman causing a scene at Dr. Howard’s speeches. Natasha Graham is a public relations manager for GenBioSys. Fatima has a video of Graham but warns the Admiral that it was made by a college student and has a made by college student feel. The video is of Graham being dragged out of the lecture with all sorts of special effects, video looping and music. “People have entirely too much time on their hands,” Kilbride grouses. GenBioSys has been trying to discredit Dr. Howard and his research. That has the Admiral wondering how far the company would go to protect the product. Kensi and Deeks are going to the company to find out.
In a greenhouse, a woman is leading a tour featuring the good GenBioSys does with their pesticides. Kensi and Deeks join the tour late, posing as tourists from San Luis Obispo. He snarks about her complaints that they never go anywhere. They are being shown the way GenBioSys grows lettuce. While the group looks at the lettuce, the tour guide asks Kensi and Deeks “Strawberries or wine?” Deeks thinks the lettuce is plenty. She wanted to know what they grew, strawberries or wine. Maybe garlic. They are wine growers – the Smithingtons. They have Smithington Wineries. The tour guide asks some specific wine questions and Kensi and Deeks provide different answers. The tour guide dreams of owning a vineyard and Deeks agrees – it is so romantic.
Kensi spies Natasha Graham and while Deeks looks like a bunny with lettuce, they walk over to talk to Graham. Kensi confirms it is Natasha Graham while Deeks asks for kale that doesn’t taste like kale. Oh, can I get some of that? Kale ruins everything. Back to the show, Kensi asks about Dr. Howard. Kensi flashes her badge, Deeks flashes the video of Graham being dragged from the lecture.
At the lab’s front desk, Sam tells Rountree that if someone signed in with bad intentions, they’d use a fake name (isn’t that Day One lessons at FBI school? Pay attention Tess). Dr. Howard had one guest sign in but over five nights in a row – Dr. Claire Winchester from Braddock University. That would be too risky for Natasha Graham to be going in five nights in a row. Rountree asks Fatima to check out Dr. Winchester. Maybe she knew what trouble he was in.
Natasha Graham denies she is the woman in the video. Kensi accuses Graham and GenBioSys of going after Dr. Howard by breaking into the lab, stabbing him and stealing his research. Graham is stunned. She only went to one of his talks and only spoke to him once, the day before the attack. The pesticide that GenBioSys is very important to her, to the company. Kensi asks if Graham knew Dr. Howard – she didn’t. Dr. Howard was hired by GenBioSys to study the pesticide before its release. When he panned the product, the company went to smear him and release the product anyway.
Matrazine was Graham’s first big product launch. And the company believes it is safe. So did Dr. Howard at first. But Graham was tipped off that Dr. Howard was also working for a competitor. When he was confronted about working for a competitor, Dr. Howard thought matrazine “would poison the Midwest and babies would grow two heads.” While she tried to discredit Dr. Howard, she wouldn’t hurt him. Asked for an alibi, Graham was on a terrible Tinder date at Del Frisco’s (I love Del Frisco’s – pay attention Tess). The waiter Rodney saved her from a terrible date. Graham returns to work.
Walking in a residential neighborhood, Rountree picks up a flyer for a house for sale. The neighborhood is great and close to the office. Sam notes the homes in the area go for $1-million to start. Rountree may be looking for a home closer to Texas. Walking onto Dr. Winchester’s property, Sam mentions her office said she was working from home and there are cars in the driveway. Her front door, however, is ajar.
Calling into the house, Sam and Rountree go in with their weapons drawn. A man shoves Rountree through Dr. Winchester’s dining room table. The man runs out a back door with a laptop. Dr. Winchester is being shoved into the back of an SUV in an alleyway behind the house. Shots are exchanged with Sam hitting the man who pushed Rountree through the table. The injured man tries to make his way to the SUV but the vehicle races out of the alleyway. He keeps running until he hits the streets, when a vehicle runs over the injured man.
As the coroner’s office takes away the dead guy, Sam tells Rountree that Fatima has a BOLO out on the SUV and Kaleidoscope is looking for the vehicle. None of the neighbors have security cameras that face the alleyway. With Dr. Winchester spending so much time with Dr. Howard, Sam knows something is up with the three armed men who were sent to kidnap her. Rountree thinks it is because she and Dr. Howard were working together. Sam disagrees – Dr. Howard didn’t have what they want so they’re trying to get it with Dr. Winchester. Sam is going to search the house, Rountree is going to check with the neighbors.
In Ops, Fatima tells Kilbride that she hasn’t been able to track the SUV. The Admiral has his own bad news. Telling Fatima to pull up the DoD database, something she never had access to until the Admiral got her, there is a file on Dr. Claire Winchester. She is a DoD civilian contractor. Her work at Braddock University is a DoD project and it is in conjunction with Dr. Howard’s work. The DoD is sending a technical specialist to the boat shed to work with Kensi and Deeks.
Fatima’s tablet beeps – the dead man has been ID’d. He’s Zhang Chin, a Chinese citizen and a legal U.S. resident. The Admiral notes that is an odd mix. Chin has an old student visa – he attended Whitley University but never graduated. Checking who sponsored the visa, it is New Origin Talent, a Chinese recruitment agency. The Admiral is familiar with New Origin Talent – they help China steal intellectual property and work in espionage. Dr. Howard and now Dr. Winchester must have been targets for whatever they were working on. Kilbride wants an address from Chin – maybe they can trace where the kidnappers took Dr. Winchester.
At the house, Sam is looking around when Rountree returns. Neither found anything that will help rescue Dr. Winchester. One neighbor saw a vehicle with dark tinted windows parked on the street for a few days. Sam thinks by grabbing Dr. Winchester and the laptop, the kidnappers got what they came for. Sam sees an Apple Watch charger – Fatima can ping the watch’s location. He’s worried that once the kidnappers get what they need from Dr. Winchester, they may kill her.
Once again, Castor brings Kensi and Deeks a visitor, this time DoD Chief Technology Officer Tom Fields. While Dr. Winchester’s kidnapping is troubling, Fields is really worried about the theft of the moths. The moths are more important. Funded by the DoD, Drs. Howard and Winchester were working to create moths that would take out agricultural pests. The moths carried viruses that would end the need for pesticides. A good thing, according to Deeks. It is a good thing, Fields explains until “malicious actors” use the moths to spread viruses that could kill crops – devastating harvests. Dr. Winchester was kidnapped to recreate more moths.
Fields explains that insects are hard to control. Once released, they’ll reproduce. If the moths carry a virus that would damage harvests, half the food supply for the US could be gone in six months. Asked how the Chinese government would even know about the moths, Fields doesn’t know. Dr. Howard’s lab had top security clearance with his lab assistant managing projects, materials and data. Deeks points out that the assistant didn’t know what the moths were for when questioned. Impossible, according to Fields. Dr. Howard worked closely with his assistant, “he trusts Arjun.”
As the Admiral arrives in Ops, Fatima is going through Arjun Sethi’s e-mails. Nothing really jumps out. Getting everyone on comms or the phone, Kensi thinks that if Dr. Howard was as paranoid as he ex believed, maybe he never told Sethi about the moths. Sam and Rountree disagree – Sethi was supposed to know the lab inside and out. Even if he didn’t know exactly what the moths were being used for, he’d know that it was a classified DoD project.
A beep on Fatima’s tablet signifies that Sethi’s bank records are in. Not much money in the account but there was a crypto transfer of $5,000. Looking at the crypto account, there is $30,000, mostly coming from a company called Flow Genis. Fatima sees that Dr. Howard had a special company for his speaking engagements, maybe Sethi has a similar set-up. Checking, Flow Genis has been getting money from New Origin Talent. Sam and Rountree are sent to find Sethi.
Racing out of the lab, Sethi is taking a back staircase, panting as he runs down the stairs. Sam is on the landing below Sethi, Rountree on the landing above. He’s caught.
In interrogation, Sam explains to Sethi that they know he lied to NCIS about the pesticides and the missing moths. He can help himself by helping them find Dr. Winchester. Sethi has no idea where she is. “This was not part of the plan.” Rountree wants to know what is the plan. Sethi was paid to give “first looks” at Dr. Howard’s research. Explaining that Dr. Howard wouldn’t cooperate after Sethi tried to recruit him, Sethi tried to sell New Origin Talent offering a big grant to the lab. When Sam suggests Sethi set Dr. Howard up, Sethi assures them he did not. Sethi was sure he could convince Dr. Howard there was no harm in taking the money.
Sam tells Sethi he is in violation of the Patriot Act and his actions could be seen as treason. Asking one more time, Sam wants to know where Dr. Winchester is. Sethi knows about a lab in Shanghai. She could be on her way there.
Outside of interrogation, Sam and Rountree go the new boat shed armory. Fatima has intermittent tracking data from Dr. Winchester’s watch. It is near one of three airports on the Westside. She sees that New Origins Talent has a private jet at Santa Monica Airport – the watch beeps leaving the 10. Kensi and Deeks join Sam and Rountree.
With the SUV showing up on Kaleidoscope, Fatima tries to guide the Sam/Rountree and Kensi/Deeks to Dr. Winchester. Sam and Rountree cut them off but they are able to go in reverse to try to leave a street. Afraid to fire into the SUV and hit Dr. Winchester, Sam asks Fatima if she can switch off the SUV’s engine through vehicle security services.
Kensi and Deeks are able to cut off the SUV before it leaves the street. As the SUV barrels toward Sam and Rountree, Fatima is able to get the engine cut. Sam and Rountree get the bad guys out of the front of the SUV, Kensi rescues Dr. Winchester in the back of the SUV. Deeks finds the moths.
Returning to the office, Kensi finds a lovely floral arrangement on her desk. “You murdered flowers just for me,” she says to Deeks. Deeks said the flowers were already dead – no blood on his hands. Calling himself Mr. Romance, Deeks asks Kensi out on a date. Pulling something out of his back right pocket, there is a grade school way to ask if Kensi would be his girlfriend. In his back left pocket is tickets to see Gregory Alan Isakov at the Terrace Theater. Kensi is thrilled. Knowing they have so much on their plate, Deeks doesn’t want to lose what got them to where they are now. Though Deeks wouldn’t mind seeing Kensi in her torn up Levi’s – “a big part of our thing.” That’s why she wore them on every single date. Deeks thinks it feels like 10-years ago, he doesn’t want to lose their spark, lose “us” or lose Kensi. Kensi thinks Deeks could see a whole lot more of her. Deeks is going to call his mother to stay with Rosa – he and Kensi are going to have a standing date night. The two leave.
Kilbride finds Sam as he’s leaving. Dr. Winchester is out of the hospital. She’s banged up but OK. The DoD is happy with NCIS’s work and the moths are accounted for. Sam says in all his years as an agent, moth recovery was a first. Kilbride admits that what he loves about working with NCIS is that he does something new almost every day. Sam starts to talk about Kilbride’s job offer. Before he can say much, Kilbride hands Sam the envelope he was working on earlier. It was what he was given when he took over the job. He thought Hetty sent it but couldn’t prove it. Kilbride wasn’t thrilled with the idea of working with “a bunch of misfits” but Hetty knew the office needed him and that he needed the office. Handing Sam the envelope, Kilbride doesn’t want Sam to open it until he’s sure he is going to take the job. Admitting that in the past he’d have been an automatic no, Sam admits his life has changed “into something that I barely even recognize.” He’s reevaluating – setting “conscientious objectives”. Sam will give the Admiral an answer soon. Kilbride wants one in case he has to “leave this godforsaken job” for some reason. Besides, the Admiral tells Sam, “it is never too late to explore other pathways.” He learned that from his son, proving “you can teach old dogs new tricks.”
Sam gets into his car and starts to open the envelope. Thinking better of it, he says “You haven’t gotten me yet, Hetty.”
What head canon can be formed from here: According to the internet, “Sensu Lato” means "In the broad sense".
This was an incredibly talky episode. The basics were interesting but my attention kept floating away and that’s not usually a problem I have.
Callen’s absence was one of the best explained ones in a while. Of course the San Diego office would want Callen for a Russian arms dealer case.
If Dr. Howard thought someone was after him, wouldn’t he be more careful about his exit from the lab. He’s there late, it is dark, he leaves without his keys or anyone from campus security. Back when I was in college, if a student didn’t feel safe leaving, security would walk them to their car or to the bus stop. A fancy entomologist would get security if he asked, military background or not.
Sam’s future was interesting. I think his lack of interest in Rountree’s real estate dreams in the cut scene was Sam weighing being a field agent with someone young like Rountree and maybe being the Rountree’s boss down the road.
The Kensi and Deeks scenes were great. While I think Kensi is 100% right, it is admirable how much Deeks wants to be a great father – especially considering his past.
An average episode – the guts of the episode could have worked in any season – with a lot of talking.
Episode number: This is episode 18 of season 14, the 320th episode of 323. Winding down here.
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