#find one and try to volunteer if you have the time and ability

[nezuscribe]

part one

you could admit, to some degree, that you knew the danger you were putting yourself into volunteering to become one of the realm's seven holy knights.

but the dangers were something you've grown accustomed to not caring much about.

you knew from an early age that there weren't many paths for noble women. it was either become wives, mothers, widows, or in lucky cases, spinsters. you realized early on that this would be the most terrifying outcome you could think of. so you begged, pleaded, sobbed, and begged even more until your father allowed you to learn how to fight, how to hold a sword and bow properly.

the years bled together, and sooner or later you found yourself with quite a reputation following your wake; a faceless knight who nobody had ever heard of.

you were able to earn a spot as one of the seven holy knights, protectors of the crown and its livelihood. you were lucky that it was in the code of honor not to reveal one's face, as it was unheard of in its centuries of existence to have a lady fighter, but you had slipped up a couple of times, almost revealing your true nature.

thankfully, all the other men were oafs and couldn't tell if you took your helmet off and revealed your face outright.

for a few motnhs you seemed to go undetected. or so you fooled yourself into believing.

the younger prince, gojo satoru, had a knack for busying himself with the lives of the knights. he often trained with you all in the daytime, hanging around during the night as he skipped dinner with his family to eat with you all.

and although you were careful enough not to talk or even lift up the bottom half of your helmet to eat something, it felt like his eyes were always on you.

it also didn't help that you kept besting him in almost every practice. sword fighting, arrow shooting, hunting, anything you could think of, and suddenly the prince, who was revered for his knight-like abilities, was paling in compassion to you.

so perhaps it was your paranoia or your inability to read people's thoughts, but somewhere deep inside, you had a sneaking suspicion he was onto you.

gojo always singled you out in conversations, trying to hear more than a grunt or a nod. all the other men had given up, but gojo persevered, needing to know who was lying underneath all that armor.

"do you enjoy the countryside?" he asked one day, following you around after everybody had hung up their bows, the two of you the only ones left in the courtyard.

you roll your eyes in annoyance, sighing deeply through your nose as you nod once.

"say, the way you hold your bow is reminiscent of some ocean tribes. have you lived there? near the ocean?" gojo crowds around you, watching intently as you put your bow on its hook, watching from the corner of your eyes, seeing the way his smile was eerily deceptive, something cold and hard beneath his cheerful demeanor.

you grunt, not giving a definitive answer.

gojo felt his lips twitching, fists balling at the fact that you had gone on for more than four months without uttering a single word, somehow holding conversations with just two movements.

"some of the men and i were talking earlier," he starts again, and you turn around, hoping he'd get the hint to leave once you start walking towards the corridors that lead to the private quarters, "and we think we'd like to see the town nearby one of these nights."

you still, your armor clanking as the prince halts by your side. he looks down to your helmet, trying to look between the metal slits that help with your breathing.

you don't say anything, sweating bullets as you wait for him to continue.

"we would be honored to have the best swordsmen join us," gojo tries to say, his voice dipping slightly on the word "men," as he tries to gauge any reaction from you.

you blink, wondering if his blue eyes were just a gimmick and they were truly the only interesting thing about him. it's not very often you can see him this close, and you find yourself thinking that the ladies that fawn over him have never seen him panting and groaning and sweating as you hold a knife to his leather-clad chest.

you grunt once again, shaking your head in disbelief that the other knights would risk breaking their code of honor and defacing themselves just so they could get closer to the prince. a prince who isn't even in line to get the throne.

you clank through the stone halls, trying to fend him off as he matches your pace, his face slightly flushed and his cheeks pink.

"is that a yes?" he asks, staring at you as you breathe heavily, the sound echoing around your mask.

you stop at your door, your head tilted down as you shake it.

hearing his muffled shouts of confusion, you almost barricade yourself inside your room, panting heavily as you shed off your armor. You wipe at your brow bone, drenched in sweat, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

you were right. he knows your secret. and it's only a matter of time before others follow suit.

[capsi-cuminme]

Blowing Off Steam

summary: in which you're very stressed, and sparring is the only way you can destress. you're having trouble finding a partner though, so logan volunteers to help.

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mild swearing, fingering, some dirty talk, lots of horny thoughts, 18+ MDNI

author's note: ahhhh sweaty logan on a fighting mat is all i need. anyways, thank you guys sm for the response on my other fic, as a gift i bring you smut ;)

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You’re stressed. You’ve been overworking yourself, you know it, and you need to relax, destress. Your body feels wound up with tension and energy, and you’re unable to release it. It’s not like you have super complicated abilities that mess with your mind and make you lose your shit, no - that’s Jean’s set of troubles, not yours. Your ability is simple enough - super strength. 

So what is it that isn’t simple then? Right. Someone you can actually truly train with and exert yourself out with. There aren’t a load of people who can physically keep up with your strength, not except Colossus, and even he’s just a kid. So when, at times, you want to blow some steam by training, you have next to no one to do it with. 

Or, you didn’t, not until Logan came along. You’ve sparred with him a couple of times, but only for excessively short periods of time, due to you not being able to keep your shit together because of his overwhelming attractiveness. Honestly, you don’t think it’s your fault that you’re unable to focus; his arms look like he could rip apart logs of wood with them, his shoulders are so wide that they’re practically made for people to rest their ankles on, and his demeanor - his understated, wolfish demeanor makes you go insane. 

And as if all these things weren’t bad enough on their own, they tend to get exponentially exemplified whenever you guys spar. Obviously, fighting makes him breathe hard and stuff. So your life becomes even tougher. 

Really, you aren’t trying to be horny around him all the time. But that’s the thing. You’re pent up, stressed, overworked. Being a member of the X-Men means that it gets really hard to get laid due to several factors, and then when your coworkers are so hot? God help you. 

As you sit on the gym’s bench, staring at the sparring mats, you strain your mind to think of someone to spar with. You could ask Colossus, the kid’s always more than ready and could give you some competition on one of your bad days. But there’s too much of a risk. You’re already restless with energy, itching to let yourself go; in case the kid isn’t prepared or you get too excited, you’d end up hurting him, which is something you can’t risk. 

You could maybe go to Ororo and Scott, ask them to come at you together? The two of them together would successfully tire you out. Maybe they’d become a bit more than you’re mentally willing to handle. You don’t want to have to strategise at every step. 

God, you just need someone who can handle whatever you throw at them without having to think too much. Unfortunately for you, there’s only one person in the mansion who can do that. 

“Oh hey Bub, what you doing here? Got no classes to teach?” The somehow smooth but gravelly voice breaks you out of your train of thought as you turn to look at Logan, entering the gymnasium. 

Internally rejoicing at his choice of clothes - the white wifebeater under the oversized jacket - while simultaneously praying that he isn’t here to stay, you get up from your seat to speak to him. “Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to blow off some steam.”

“And you’re blowing off steam by… sitting on the bench?” He raises an eyebrow, looking at you questioningly. 

You sigh through your nose, smiling exhaustedly. “No, genius. I was confused about what I should do to destress.”

Your prayers go down the drain as you notice his eyes light up at the prospect of a sparring partner. Nodding to the mats, he asks, “You wanna go?”

Tongue in cheek, you review your options for a moment. Go to bed frustrated and stressed, or fight an extremely attractive man who’s also able to keep up with you. 

“Sure, let’s go.” 

And that’s how you find yourself attempting to elbow Logan in the face. He dodges and takes a step back, but not too far. Turning, you see the grin etched on his face. Taking it as a challenge, you feign a movement to the right, but attack from the left. Your arm aims for his face, but he deflects it by pushing your momentum to one side, stepping away and behind you and putting you into a headlock.

“What’s up?” he murmurs into your ear. “Can’t figure out what to do? Are you really that tired, huh?” 

You felt his chest heave from behind you, his warm breath tickling your ear. Body humming with excitement and mind buzzing with the thrill of finally being in an equal match, you grit your jaw, throwing your head back against his. As much as you enjoy the tone of his voice, you hope it hits him in the mouth just so he can shut up, because being aroused is not something you’re looking forward to. 

Yes you’re horny, maybe even a little perverted, but you truly don’t have any ulterior motives. 

Logan hisses as his grip on you loosens. Shimmying your way out of his grip, you lunge at him, arms ready to swing, but instead of throwing a punch when you get near, you use your leg to swipe at his legs, resulting in him landing on his back.

Silently rejoicing, you straddle him, pulling your arm back to land a punch on his jaw, but unfortunately he grabs hold of your arms before you can do that. As a result, you’re left heaving on top of him, arms immobile, face right above his. You don’t miss the way he breathes, sweat trickling down his forehead, eyes glinting with something you can’t fully identify. You also don’t miss the dampness of your underwear, the electricity you feel where you’re sitting on him. You realize you’re playing a dangerous game. Just as you’re about to make a move to get up, Logan suddenly moves you by the grip he has on your arms, slamming you onto the mats with considerable force. He looms on top of you, looking down. You squeak in indignant surprise, but he pins your arms on both sides of your face, lodging his thigh between yours. You gasp, not expecting the sudden escalation of events. “Darling, you know I’ve got a heightened sense of smell, right?” he asks, drawling. “I can smell your arousal, practically feel how you’re soaking down there.” Eyes wide and mouth agape, you stare up at him, not sure what to say, how to apologize. “Logan, I- I’m sor-” “Don’t have to say a word, Darling, I’m the same as you,” he emphasizes his point by rolling his hips against yours. You whimper quietly, feeling his erection pressing against your clit. “If I’m not interpreting this correctly, you can stop me,” he hums, getting closer to your face. Waiting for your approval, he looks at you. You close the distance between the both of you, borderline moaning as you feel his tongue grazing against your lips, asking to enter your mouth. More than willing, you grant him entry freely, whimpering as his tongue explores your mouth. You break the kiss, short of breath, but your distance doesn’t last long. Logan is sloppily making out with you as he grinds against you. Your bodies move hurriedly, in urgent need of release. 

“Lo,” you gasp between the kisses, “need you so bad, please.” He complies, hands leaving your arms as he gets on his haunches and quickly unbuttons your pants, pulling them down. His hand moves to your pussy, thumb pressing against your clit, gauging your reaction. Your eyes widen due to the unexpected movement, and you gasp. Satisfied with your response, he rubs short, quick circles against your clit, stimulating you as he slowly pushes in one finger. You moan, hands reaching down to stop the sudden intrusion. It’s been a while since you’ve done this, so your body’s sensitivity is at an all-time high. Logan doesn’t care, swatting away your hands, slipping in another finger. He moves them in shallow thrusts, stretching you out while looking for the spot that’ll finally get you wound up enough for his liking. You bite your lip to keep yourself silent, staring at the way Lo’s fingers pump in and out of you, making a mess out of your cunt. Suddenly, his fingers press into that spot that you’re never quite able to reach yourself, making you let out a loud moan. “Lo, Lo please, right there please, don’t stop-” you break your own voice off with an even louder whimper, eyes closing due to the pleasure. Logan watches you with keen eyes trained on your face. He speeds up his fingers and thumb, enjoying your reaction thoroughly, as it ignites something deep within him. He palms himself lightly, hissing as he realizes how hard he is. “Shit, darling, you make me insane,” he mumbles, guiding one of your hands to the bulge in his jeans, making you feel him. Your mouth falls open with a little “oh,” as you feel him. You try to palm him to relieve some of his tension, but fail as his fingers pump in and out of you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. “O- oh God, Lo, I’m cumming, please please please-” you moan loudly as your orgasm crashes over you, thrashing on the mat. Logan holds down your hips, continuing his languid movements, easing you out of the feeling in waves. As you finally relax, catching your breath, you look up at him, unsure of what comes next. Usually by this point, guys tended to take their own pants off. Logan’s were still very much on. Before you could verbalize your confusion, he speaks. “I think we’ve blown enough steam off in the gym,” he chuckles. “I don’t want Charles to gim’me looks the entire month. I say we take this upstairs bub, what d’ya say?”

You stare up at him, wondering why he’s even asking, when there’s only one possible answer you could make out through the haziness of your mind. “Yes, let’s go.”

[fawnnlvr]

club infatuation | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x bombshell!reader

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summary: in which spencer reid decides to attend a club to experience what he didn't in his early 20s and there, he meets a beautiful woman who volunteers to show him why one should enjoy clubbing

word count: 3.1k

author's note: hiiiiii :3 i hope you all enjoy this. i know i did while writing it. i tried something new with the format of my writing so i hope its alright. thank you for reading!!! maybe part 2. sorry this reading is so long. UPDATE: i wrote this right after i found that studies showed that dancing can help with mental health. i have a strong need to rewrite it now... :(

The club was loud.

Music blared throughout the establishment with colorful flashing lights from the dance floor occasionally leaving him partially blind. This was not Spencer's normal scene. He wasn't too keen on crowded places, especially breeding grounds for human fluids and bacteria which is amplified with the factors of alcohol and the high of having letting loose for a night out.

Spencer wove through the crowd of people, politely excusing himself as he did his best to try not to make contact with anyone. He came to the club for one thing and one thing only.

Fun.

Well he wanted to experience fun. He was nearing his late twenties, his entire life filled with further advancing his knowledge and brain power with the help of his eidetic memory. Due to this memory, he has never once remembered a time where he ever felt normal. Like he belonged. Like he could consider himself apart of the rest of the people his age. He has long come to terms that something like that wasn't possible, yet there was always a desire to experience it. Just for one simple night.

Normally, his weekends and leisure time off of work were filled with 'boring topics' his coworkers didn't consider fun in the slightest. Any chance for Spencer to try and connect with the BAU outside of work through film festivals, horror movie showings, and science fiction conventions were all turned down without a spare thought.

Spencer was used to being alone. He was so his entire life, so he led himself to believe that the rejections of his colleagues didn't affect him much but it all so did. His colleagues possessed a knowledge that wasn't in his realms of understanding and that were the abilities to socialize so easily with others. When out at bars, he'd watch the girls easily make friends with a group of girls they meet and Morgan would always find a way to flirt with girls to the point where he would quickly leave the function with somebody in his arms. Spencer, wasn't quite like them.

He wasn't too sure why he chose to go this club in particular. It was a twenty minute subway ride from his home, newly opened which meant heavily popular, and most importantly, he never had a good time at clubs, but he decided on a whim, that tonight would be the night to change that.

Now Spencer was sat at the bar, seeking asylum for his sensitive hearing and eyes away from the dance floor. He asked the bartender for a mocktail, carefully making sure that he participated in safe and healthy behaviors as he is already in a place he felt uncomfortable in.

He held the drink up to his lips, taking a small sip as he let his eyes wander over his environment. The main center was filled with a lot of people dancing fervently to a pop song with more drum beats than a marching band and the constant repetition of one syllable of a word that fades into a remix of another pop song. He watched as couples drunkenly put their hands on one another. He furrowed his eyebrows at the corny smirk a man would have as he introduced himself to a group of women. Then finally, his eyes roamed towards the booths near the corners of the club, tucked in a place that was separated with a velvet rope.

Within those booths held the prettiest girl he has probably ever come across.

You.

You sat in the booth, your legs crossed over one another as you leaned back into your seat. Your booth was surrounded by a few people, all of whom looking nice but for some reason, Spencer couldn't tear his eyes off you.

He didn't mean to stare with the intent of lust or romantic pursuence, but simple admiration. You had a unique beauty he could have only ever imagined in fantasy books, but when the human mind imagines something not seen before and creatively put together, it gets blurry. Yet you were like the ethereal goddess of a fantasy book being brought into real life.

The way you carried yourself, the energy that surrounded you that he could feel even meters away, and your features made it almost impossible for him to turn away. Keyword being almost.

It seemed as if you had this feeling that somebody was staring, very intensely, and your eyes quickly glanced in the direction it was coming from. Spencer felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he hastened turned away, taking another sip of his drink with nervous gulp. His adams apple bobbing up and down to emphasize his racing heart.

His eyes betrayed him by flickering back so soon after the initial eye contact and you were still looking at him. Instead of your body facing those at your booth, it was now open towards him, arms crossed as your eyes freely roamed his entire body before stopping at his face.

Spencer could've sworn he saw you bit your lip but the lighting of the club made the validity of his eyes seem weak. He felt as if all his senses became numb the more he stared.

You stared at him with half lidded eyes, giving the effect of being simply tired or maybe your eyes were strained from the events of the day.

The only thing that snapped him out of his daze once again was when you broke away your gaze to quickly mutter some words to your friends; an apologetic yet happy smile on your face as you stood up, waving goodbye.

The bouncer that was stationed at the section protected by velvet ropes had opened it for you and Spencer noticed that you were walking in the direct path towards him. His mind started to race. Did you think he was creepy? Was the staring too much? Were you about to throw him out? He had gotten the feeling that you were a V.I.P guest since you were in an inclusive area so maybe you held power to throw out whomever you pleased.

Having an IQ of 187 did not help him at all in making a quick decision on what to do as you neared.

"Hi." You smiled as you sat down in the seat beside him, body fully facing him as you rested your arm on the bar table to rest your head on.

"H-Hi." Spencer stuttered and quickly regretted even opening his mouth.

"Come here often?"

"Considering the club just opened last month, not really. It's my first time."

"First time here?" Your soft voice inquired. Despite the chaotic sounds surrounding the two of you, Spencer felt as if you simply calmed down and slowed the world around him.

"At any club actually." He felt almost ashamed to admit it aloud but his mouth moved faster than his rational at that moment. Nervous brown eyes met yours, expecting to be met with judgement but you simply had no reaction.

"Not your thing?" You asked and he nodded, feeling understood for once.

He looked down towards his lap, the sense of nervousness not really going away, "I just came here to see what it's like. Why people find it so fun."

"What do you think of it so far?"

"Loud. Messy. Crowded. Breeding grounds for bacteria." He could go on with the list but decided it'd be better to not rant about negatives on his first time meeting someone new.

"Yeah, you pretty much hit all the points on clubbing." you laughed at his descriptions, watching the mild disgust in his face as he recounts all the things he disliked about the club and clubbing culture within the small times he's been there.

"Do you enjoy it?" he inquired, wanting to see your opinion on this event that he believed only advertised to extroverts who were good at socializing like you.

"It can fun at sometimes, but you really just need to go with someone to make it fun and to ignore all the, "you paused to think, "unfavorable aspects of it."

Spencer wasn't an idiot. He knew what you were insinuating and to some extent, he still wasn't sure if he wanted to believe it or if his mind would allow him to believe it.

Your eyes flickered to the drink on the table, his fingers her fidgeting with the ends of it. "Mocktail?"

"I don't want to drink." Addictions are something he doesn't take lightly. He doesn't want to participate in any of it really as statistics show that one can be more susceptible to an addictions if one had another prior.

Nodding your head, you left it at that. "Well drinking no alcohol and sitting by your lonesome self here doesn't quite sound like fun. To see why people enjoy clubbing, you should immerse yourself in the experience." You looked at him through your eyelashes, "Do you want me to show you?"

Completely enamored by your entire person, who was he to deny such a reject.

He nodded his head, almost too fast, and you moved his drink away from his hand while using the other to grab his hand. The two of you stood up and he simply followed your lead.

As you moved through the crowd, it was like they made a way for you. He watched as those looked towards your figure with suprise before quickly falling out your way. Oh's and small gasps escaped their mouths as if it was their first time ever seeing somebody like you.

You walked with such confidence— head held up high, indifference on your face as men tried to stop you (while you clearly held the hand of another) but you swatted them away with your hand, and you walked so professionally that one may have mistaken you for some sort of a celebrity. You might just have been one if Spencer had to guess but due to Spencer's great memory, he figured he would've known if he had.

Before he knew it, you and him were in the middle of the dance floor and you kept your grip on his hand, very loosely, as you locked eyes with him, pulling him closer.

This was different.

Spencer has never danced before. Well never danced in front of people, let alone a gorgeous woman who he considered way out of his league. And he has also never had a woman dancing in front of him. He was scared to look down, scared to see her.

That was until she brought a hand to his chin, pulling his focus down. "Come on, join me."

"I don't da—"

"Just let loose and follow my lead."

His heart must've skipped multiple beats the moment you gently grabbed his hands and placed it on your figure as you moved to the music. Hands resting on your waist, he couldn't find it in himself to get a grip because he still wasn't sure if this was alright at all.

The moment you took a step closer, making your bodies just slightly touched, paired with the friction of your movements, he was sure he was in fact not dreaming.

Loosen up. Your words echoed in his mind. His eyes searched those around him, wanting to try to copy their movements but with you so close to him, he did his best to match your movement— then he quickly stopped when he realized he was not at all coordinated or blessed with groovy rhythmic genes.

A small smile crept up on your face as his awkward movements made even him cringe.

"Sorry."

You laughed, "Let's start with what your comfortable with."

"The robot?" He questioned with a nervous chuckle.

"Okay, then let's see it, handsome."

Oh how that word flowed off your tongue so easily and carelessly yet it was the beginning of his demise. His brain blew a fuse but thankfully, the added factors of your touch had disappeared when you stepped back to watch him work.

He once again looked around, seeing if anybody was watching him about to make a fool of himself but your voice called him back to focus.

"Are you worried about people watching?" he nodded, "Shall I blindfold you with my bra?"

He laughed. It was more of a yell than a laugh because of the absurdity. You stared at him, head tilted with the most genuine yet teasing smile when you stated such a random thing like it was the best solution.

You laughed along with him, seeing his body relax a bit more. "There you go. Release all that tension in your body."

"I actually needed that for the robot so your little trick to make me laugh and dance better just actually made it worse."

A gasp escaped your lips, "You're right. Let's catch it in the air before it leaves forever." You acted out grabbing the air around him before pushing it towards his body, making little sound effects to complete it all. "Phew! Phew! Phew!"

Spencer joined in on your little show as he wiggled his body to act as if your efforts were fully affecting him.

And at the last little sound effect, you sent a flying kiss, to which he smiled, caught, and placed it to his heart.

"I can feel the music monsters taking over my body now." Spencer smiled as he mimicked robotic movements, making angles with his arms and moving very stiffly. Now this was a move he could get behind.

"Oh no, its spreading to me too." You imitated Spencer, mirroring him almost exactly.

How did Spencer get to this moment? He went from sitting alone at the bar drinking a mocktail to getting woman he deemed to have a beauty, that could compare to no other, dancing like a robot. He wasn't sure what suprised him more, the face that he was doing a nerdy robot move in front of a crowd of people (most of which already has their attention on the woman he was with) or the fact that you were doing it with him.

The fact that you adopted your dance moves for him to feel comfortable when he was so out of place and visibly uneasy, made him feel special. Like he was listened to.

After a small moment of doing robotic dance moves, his and yours eyes connect once again before your lips opened to laugh.

"That was the first time I had ever done that at a club." you admitted.

"I feel honored to be the first one to experience it."

"Well you should feel so honored, it's not everyday one gets blessed with such a scene. Although, I guess it'll be safe to say your ready for another step towards being the dancing queen as ABBA put it."

"More than ready."

You smiled, more of a smirk, as if telling him he won't be prepared for what you had in store. Sometimes Spencer hated when he was right and this was a moment that nothing could have prepared him for.

The music the DJ had played thus far was very pop and chaotic that was perfect for when one wanted to simply let loose and dance crazy. However, one glance and nod towards the DJ table, most importantly, the clock behind the table, had completely changed the scene.

Blue lights that danced along the bodies of the people of the floor had slowly faded into a purple and the music changed into this sort of jazzy but pop instrumental with a sultry voice that completely changed the mood of the scene.

"It's 10pm."

"What does that mean?"

It seemed like everybody around him had found a partner and were beginning to move in a seductive manner. Spencer looked down towards you, you seemed closer than you were before. A small difference but it had a huge impact nonetheless.

"Watch, pretty boy." you walked closer to him and turned around, pressing your back side to his chest before reaching for both his hands and guiding them to the sides of your figure. Leading his hands from the sides of the top of your waist, all the way down to your hips, and towards your thighs. Very, very slowly.

You felt his breath hitch, his heartbeat start to speed. Unsure fingers slowly finding its way as you held it.

He stuttered, "I-Is this alright?"

You gave him a small nod, before moving your body to the music, creating more friction between the two of you. The heat of both your bodies created this bond, an intertwinment that none of you were willing to break.

This was the second time you've done this move, yet this time it felt much much more intimate than before. Bodies fully pressed against one another while the mood was set with the slow and erotic music, Spencer felt the last strand of his uptightness let go.

All he could focus on was you. Your intoxicating, confident, beautiful self.

He felt a sort of confidence with you by his side, a confidence that only you brought out because you made him comfortable in the first place. A confidence that only you could've brought out of him within only thirty minutes of knowing each other.

His hands slipped towards your stomach, pulling you closer and your head tilted back in his chest to look up at him with a smile. You used one arm to rest on top of his arm that was wrapped around your waist, before using your free one to touch his face, down his jaw, and to his neck.

You both swayed to the music; he used your body to guide his. His hot breath kissed your skin.

"Hey." you softly called out.

"Yes?" he exhaled, in a total daze.

"What's your name, handsome?"

"Spencer. Spencer Reid." he sounded breathless, maybe due to the fact that the two of you shared such an intimate moment, or maybe because they two of you did that and still didn't know each others names.

He felt you stop for a moment before you completely turned around, your hands steadying his as his hands rested on your hips.

"As in Doctor Spencer Reid that wrote those articles about psychology and neurology."

"Y-You've read them?"

Your hands rested on his chest as you stared him up and down, your teeth catching your lip. "Gosh, your brain is hot and so are you. God really does have favorites."

Spencer felt his face and ears heat up even more.

"Wanna get out of here?"

It didn't take much for Spencer to start nodding like his life depended on it like he did when you first asked him if you could show him how to have fun. And just like earlier that night, you grabbed his hand and led him to a new night and adventure towards fun he wouldn't have thought was ever possible.

—

"What the actual f—" Emily Prentiss stared at the scene in front of her, utterly speechless as her jaw was like a magnet to the floor. Her eyes trailed towards the two figures leaving the establishment. Her coworker followed around this beautiful, bombshell of a girl like a lovesick puppy. She also watched as the youngest of her team was dancing with a complete stranger in a place he would've been screaming about the different bacteria.

"I am either not sober enough or too drunk." The pair had disappeared into the night and that's when Emily took a deep breath, before minding her own business and getting to work on why she came in that night.

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Can I request Hazbin Hotel characters reacting to an artist!reader that draws a lot but never shows anyone their work but one day accidentally left it out and their partner finds it and sees several sketches and finished drawings of them? Sorry if it’s an odd ask, I’m an artist and I thought it would be a cute idea I don’t see nearly enough, it’s okay if you can’t. Thank you either way!!!

Artist Rendition

Hazbin Gang x GN!Reader

TW:A little flirty with Angel’s reaction. Other than that none!

A/N: Not an odd request at all, Friend! For Angel’s part I did write for a male Reader and Fem Reader for Vaggie! KINDA SHORT I APOLOGIZE FRIEND!

-🦌Alastor🦌-

-🦌 Alastor was very curious to see you carry a sketchbook around all the time. He wanted to pry so badly.

-🦌 But he didn’t, he simply ignored the book and only ever asked about it if you were near him. You always get flustered and hide the book even further. Oh now he’s wondering what kind of dark secrets you have in there~

-🦌 But to his surprise when he finds it open and on a page, he sees drawings of him, he carefully flips the page and sees a half down sketch of him sitting in front of the fireplace.

-🦌 Oh boy you just made his ego inflate and his undead heart soar to new heights. His tail starts wagging and that’s the only way someone can catch how happy he is.

-🦌 Now? He’s going to poke a little fun at you, “My Dear, if you had to pick anyone in the hotel to be your muse who would it be?” 

-🦌 Silly deer man loves you and your abilities, he often tells you that your work needs to be displayed in a museum.

-🍎Lucifer🍎-

-🍎 Oh boy- when he finds out you can draw? Oh he gets super excited and asks if you can draw him a duck- even if it’s a little doodle! He doesn’t care!

-He doesn’t really ask or pry into your hobby much but he will admit he does want to see what you draw.

-When he does see that you drew him of all people he gets all flustered and he’s prideful cause his partner?? His darling little angel drew him?!?

-He will volunteer to pose for you, he’s used to sitting still for hours on end! 

-He will even pose naked if you want him to! Just say the word and he’ll drop his clothes right there.

-🎰Husk🎰-

-🎰 He watched you sit at the bar and draw to your heart's content and never really commented on it.

-🎰 When he does peek into your sketchbook it’s to pull behind the bar into a safe place so nothing ruins your work.

-🎰That’s when he notices the drawings and doodles of him and his tail curls happily. The way you captured him doing menial tasks sends his heart into overdrive.

-🎰 You were too good for him, damn it. The next time you find it? It has a little sticky note on the cover of your sketchbook and it has a little drawing of you with a small message, “Had to go out with Alastor. Love you, Dollface.” 

-🕷️ Angel Dust 🩷-

-🕷️ Oh this man- he loves it! You’re an artist and he’s also like an artist! But of a very very different genre.

-🩷 He also doesn’t pry much as he understands privacy. He wants to give you that as much as he can since he doesn’t get much of it.

-🕷️ Once he finds out you draw him? He’s over the fucking moon cause his man? His precious boyfriend draws him! 

-🩷Expect him to start flirting more and more but with art related flirts. “Come on, Suga’~ Draw me like one of your french girls~” im sorry. He’s very supportive!

-👑Charlie👑-

-👑 oh this baby girl..she’s been so busy lately that if she did notice it completely slipped her mind!

-👑 But when she finds your sketchbook? She gets super excited cause you draw this good?? She’s so proud that she immediately goes to find you!

-👑 She is another who fully supports you! You need anything, don't hesitate to ask!

-👑 Will try to convince you to start painting for the hotel! You can say no it won’t offend her.

-🎀Vaggie🎀-

-🎀 Much like Husk she won’t point it out or comment on it.

-🎀Will find out you draw her when she sees it when cleaning up and gets all blushy cause this is how you see her?

-🎀 Comes clean immediately about seeing your drawings and tells you how amazing they are.

-🎀 Shyly asks if she can pose for you next time, how could you say no to her?

[starrihan]

&TEAM Hyung line reaction to their crush having no choice but to sit on their lap. (Like in the car and there isn’t enough seats or during a movie night, etc.)

Oh what I would do to sit on their laps 😔

-> each members parts are about ~600-800 words long! im sorry this took so long but multiple member reactions tend to take the longest time for me to make😅 but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless!!

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K:

You were so happy to be volunteering at the annual cherry blossom festival. You needed more opportunities to showcase your instrumental abilities, and the festival hosts needed many people to sing and perform throughout the day. Thanks to the amazing weather recently, the cherry blossoms bloomed faster than projected, ensuring this year’s turn out to be the biggest it's been in years. You were excited but very nervous to say the least. 

You were told that you could do whatever you would like to for your performance, opting to play the piano and sing some traditional songs. You had spent weeks preparing for the festival, wanting to be able to put on the best performance you could. You had met some of the other people who were volunteering as well, especially noticing one of the guys that was going to be doing a dance performance. He told you to call him K, and you met up with him a couple of times in the months leading up to the festival to practice and critique each other at a nearby university’s music room.  

Somewhere over the course of you guys keeping up with these practices, you felt very comfortable with him, finding yourself blushing at any minor compliment or feedback he would give you. He would notice, playing it up just to see the cute smile spread across your face whenever he could. He didn’t hesitate to make you blush, loving the way your face flushed and knowing it was all for him. It would be little touches at first, helping you adjust your sheet music or helping you with your finger placements on the piano, each time you’d grow a little hotter, and your hands a little sweatier. 

About a week before the festival, you found yourself practicing with K yet again, but this time, you were irritated. The seat you normally used when practicing the piano had been taken out and exchanged for a shorter, less stable seat that made playing the piano an inconvenience. You didn’t have much of a choice though, the other rooms on the floor being locked without an authorized staff’s keycard to open it. K watched as you constantly stretched your knees and back, getting up more time than usual to relieve the pain that was building in your muscles and joints. 

After about 4 hours of practicing, you couldn’t take the pain anymore. You stood up, once again stretching your body to try and relieve the pain, but to no avail. You needed to relax with proper back support. K had stopped too, smirking to himself when an idea popped into his head. He quickly made his way over to the seat you were previously sitting in, watching your face morph from that of pain to confusion. 

“C’mere,”

He says. You slowly walk up to him, still confused as he pats his thighs. 

“Sit on my lap. I might have an idea to help your pain.”

Your face is beet red at his suggestion, and he notices the gears turning in your brain at what you think he’s implying. 

“I don’t mean anything weird by it, promise.”

And while that wasn’t his full intention, he wasn’t going to stop you if things took a different turn. You hesitated for a second longer before agreeing, not wanting to look at him anymore to save face and carefully sitting on his lap. He adjusts you accordingly, shifting his legs behind yours before lifting them up and keeping his back straight. You feel yourself slip above his clothes dick, making indirect contact with it through your pants, but letting out a sigh of relief as he helps you stretch your legs out. You can feel his breath on your neck, yelping a little as he leans back, taking you with him as he lowers his legs to help you stretch out your back. The heat radiating off of your clothed core at every little movement from him has you constantly making little sounds.

“Are you feeling relaxed?”

He leans back up, putting you both back in your original positions as his breath seems somehow closer to your ear now.

“Yeah… Thank you.”

You say, keeping yourself seated as you feel his bulge now, not wanting to miss the feeling as you pretend to adjust yourself. His hands tightly grip your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

“Yeah, you really are relaxed, huh? Pretending to adjust so you can grind yourself down on me?”

You knew you were caught, but you didn’t really care. You had caught on to his antics too, finally deciding to act on it. 

“I wasn’t pretending, but I can get up if you’d like–”

You say, starting to lift yourself off of him.

“–don’t even think about it.”

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Fuma:

You were called in to help the boys with their dance practice and even to help some of them in their vocal lessons. You had helped with the choreography for their new song first, helping them perfect the intricacies of the dance as a team, ensuring their uniformity for performances without pushing them too hard. They were all really grateful to you, you were much nicer than their other instructors and a better teacher as well. You would call the members out one by one for vocal training, letting them leave after working with them if they chose to do so. 

The day had gone from bright and sunny to wet and dreary as big rain drops pelted at the windows of the building. You sighed as you called in Fuma, the last member you needed to work with for the day, and warned the boys about the impending storm. You had been working with them for a while now, knowing that they wouldn’t heed your warnings but wanting to let them know anyways. That’s why you were their favorite– you always looked out for them. You started your lessons with Fuma. He didn’t have much difficulty with his parts so the session went by quickly, wrapping up only about 20 minutes later. 

During that time, the weather had picked up severely, raining harder than before and wind blowing gusts so strong that the trees were at risk of falling. You were even more worried now, walking back to the practice room with Fuma and noticing that no one was left in the room. You sighed, not knowing whether or not they had left before the storm got worse, but now worrying if it was safe enough to leave. Fuma searched his pockets, looking for his phone before realizing that he left it in the vocal practicing room. 

“Hey Y/N, can you let me into the vocal room? I left my phone and keycard in there…”

He laughs nervously, following you as you nod and let him back in, letting the door close behind you. He grabs his phone, a look of relief washing over him. 

“The others made it back safely, I guess it's just me here. I’m gonna wait until the storm is over before heading back.”

You nod, happy that the others were safe as a loud thunder clap sounds throughout the building. You jump a little, caught off guard at the sound when the lights go out. You look around in disbelief, scanning your card and trying hard to open the door but to no avail. The thunder must've knocked out the power, and the backup generators would take at least a little while to kick back on. You sigh as Fuma turns his flashlight on, smiling reassuringly that everything will be okay. 

He takes a seat on the only chair in the room as you pace back and forth, legs starting to hurt after helping them dance for so long. But you didn’t want to say anything to Fuma, knowing he was also tired and not wanting him to have to give up his seat. But he noticed the way your legs would slightly buckle at the pain they felt. 

“If it’s okay with you, you can sit on my lap…”

He offers and you’re thankful his flashlight doesn’t catch your blush. You sit on his lap, trying your best to sit as comfortably as you can. But it doesn’t last long when another clap of thunder rumbles, causing you to flinch back into him more, directly over his clothes cock. He chuckles as your flinch effectively has you grind into him. 

“Scared of thunderstorms?”

He asks, hands rubbing up and down your thighs to try to calm you down, but they only work you up more, especially with how aware you were of what you were sitting on. 

“A little…”

“I can help distract you from them if you’d like?”

He suggests, and you know exactly what he’s thinking with the way his fingers rub circles into your hips. Hopefully the generator doesn’t kick on anytime soon. 

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Nicholas:

You were told that you needed to go with Nicholas, Jo and Maki to their photo shoot because the makeup artist scheduled for today had gotten sick. You quickly got ready, staring at the message that said they would be there in an hour to pick you up. It was pretty short notice, being woken up at 5 in the morning telling you to be ready by 6. You barely had time to wash and dry your hair, hurrying down the stairs of your apartment building.

You’re huffing and puffing by the time you get down there, not realizing how cold it actually was and regretting the decision to put on a skirt. Stepping into the car you noticed that Maki and Jo were sleeping in the 2 seats in the middle row, breathing fogging up the car windows and leaving only the back seat with Nicholas open. You tried to be quiet so as not to disturb the boys, only to realize that the space next to Nicholas had been taken up by the equipment being brought to the photo shoot studio.

Nicholas tried to make space for you, but ultimately you both agreed that sitting on his lap would be the best option, the equipment far too big and wedged into place to move them around quietly. You were nervous to be sitting on Nicholas’s lap, both because you didn’t have a seatbelt on but also because you had the biggest crush on Nicholas. He was holding your waist securely so you didn’t move, warm breath hitting the back of your neck.

At first, it was fine because the roads were smooth and there was no traffic in the way. The site was about an hour away, so you tried your best to relax and get comfortable, as much as you could. The car ride was quiet for the first couple of minutes, Nicholas himself also being very sleepy and relaxed. But when the roads got bumpier, you couldn’t help but let out little noises every time the car jolted, his hips involuntarily jerking up each time. You were directly between his legs too, just barely able to feel his dick through his sweats, but the more bumps the car hit and the sounds you made, the harder it was for him to control how his dick hardened underneath you. His hand moved from your waist to your thigh, gripping it firmly.

“ ‘f you keep moaning like that,”

He murmured lowly, voice rasped with sleep and something heavier,

 “I’m not gonna be able to control myself.”

Your face flushes, heat pooling at your cheeks, clenching around nothing at his words.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Really? Then why do you keep moaning and pushing your hips further onto my dick?”

You hadn’t noticed yourself subtly grinding on him, pleasure hidden between your nerves. You look back at him, a dark look clouding his hooded eyes, fingers slowly trialing up your skirt and above your clit, pressing against the fabric of your panties.

“It’s like you were doing this on purpose? Grinding down on me while wearing a skirt because you know it’d be easy access. And no safety shorts either? You’re a naughty girl.”

You clasp the hand that’s going towards your clit, staring straight into his eyes.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take care of you here, but you gotta help me once we get to the studio. I can’t take pictures with my dick hard.”

You swallowed, your heart racing wildly as you just barely nodded. A smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth, fingers continuing their way up. 

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Euijoo:

Movie nights were common amongst you and the boys. They were on a short hiatus, being able to spend about 3 days off. They were all so grateful, but since their break was so short, Euijoo and Nicholas didn’t fly home. Of course they were a little bummed, but all the members decided to spend the night together, watching a movie at the dorm.

As K’s little sister, you were friends with all the boys and visited often. Especially with Nicholas and Euijoo, being the same age as them. They invited you to join them, all thinking of you as a sister to them as well, except Euijoo. He never said it out loud, but everyone could tell by the way he would stare at you whenever you walked in, smiling and ears red whenever you’d go up to him to give him food you had brought.

He was especially dense because you had given him numerous hints that you like him. You’d always get dressed up to see him, always giving him his food first, even before K, and even bringing him food separate from the other members because you knew what he liked. You thought that maybe he had gotten the hint by now. But you were also dense for not noticing his feelings for you either.

Upon arriving at their dorm, you were welcomed by Euijoo, who you smiled at and opened your arms to give him a hug. He always accepted them with a blush on his face, sighing as he lingered a little too long to take in your scent. You pulled away first, stepping inside and putting the bags of food on the table. They literally cheered, happy that the food was here so that you could start watching the movie.

You went to the bathroom first, everyone situating themselves either on the sofa or the floor. When you walked out, you noticed that there were no seats left. You looked at them, expressionless.

“Where do I sit?”

Little did you both know the boys had this all planned out. You look over to K who’s looking at Euijoo, a smirk present on his face.

“There’s some room next to Euijoo, if he scooches over.”

He immediately begins to scrunch up to the side of the single couch, trying his best to make some room for you. You glare at K, maneuvering through the tangle of legs on the floor and trying your best to fit in the limited space he had provided. Ultimately, you ended up sitting on his legs, body sprawled horizontally over him as your legs dangled off of the seat.

Of course they picked your least favorite genre, horror. You felt bad, constantly jolting at jump scares, and resulting in Euijoo jolting up into you. He had his hands awkwardly placed on your thighs, and you could tell he was nervous by the way they radiated heat, obviously sweaty. But it’s because his hips bucked into your leg at each jump you made, trying his best to calm his hard-on down. But his efforts fail as you cuddle up to him, hiding your face in his shoulder as you hug his upper body, position shifting to where your ass is directly over his hardening length.

He can tell that you can feel it by the way your grip on his shirt tightens. He rambles nervously in your ear, afraid of what you might say or think.

“I-I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to but I can’t control it you probably think I’m a creep or a weirdo but really I didn’t want for this to happen I’ve just liked you for so long and…”

He cuts himself off when he feels you push your ass down on him, resulting in him biting his lip to suppress a whimper. He squeezes your thigh, thankful for the blanket covering you both so the boys can’t see what’s going on.

“I like you too, Juju. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on sooner.”

You whisper back into his ear, pretending to be scared and occasionally looking back at the screen, but you’re constantly moving on him, making it harder for him to hold back as he trails his fingers towards your spreading heat. What a way to distract you from a horror movie, just have to be quiet not to alert the other members.

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[dukeofankh]

Leaving toxic masculinity behind as a source of community is pretty much an unmitigated good, especially for men who are chronically underperforming in one or more metric by which hegemonic patriarchal status is measured (heterosexuality, whiteness, ability to perform violence, ect.). No real external spur is needed for leaving. It doesn't even require empathy. Just perspective. Relying on an abusive pyramid scheme for self worth is bad, actually.

But when you leave that, I dunno, call me a whiny incel who expects emotional labour from others, it would be cool if there was some sort of community or support structure in place for progressive men to find celebration and identity and acceptance. It would be nice if we had cultural conceptions of positive masculinity that could be emulated instead of individual, exceptional, disposable blorbos to be fawned over. It would be nice if being masculine wasn't viewed as something that negates or problematises my queerness. It would be nice to even be able to find media about masculinity that isn't poisoned by fascism or more interested in dunking on said misogynists for clout. I feel like I'm trying to build something new from scratch. Why? Why is this such a fucking wasteland.

I don't know about y'all, but I have never felt understood and accepted by any community ever in my fucking life. I have never felt seen. I have never felt at home. I'm not gonna become a misogynist about it but there sure isn't anything positive to lean on or collective vision for a positive future to fucking strive for, is there? Christ.

And like, because I know I do have to end with this, before you try some faux-hopecore bullshit on me that actually seeks to shift the blame right back onto me, I'm already donating to and planning to volunteer for my local left wing party for our upcoming federal election. I already signed up for more classes to fill my time, I'm married, I text my stupid friends who bail on me and don't text back. I have been to therapy several times. I have already poured hundreds of hours trying to build community in male feminist spaces online. Systemic issues do not magically become individual failings when we talk about men.

[pokemonshelterstories]

Hello Charlie, writing in from Unova here. My kid saw an axew on tv recently and has become absolutely enamored with them. He’s too young for a Pokémon, but I’m already trying to gently handle questions about hypothetically getting one. Dragon types are tough, especially a line like Haxorus. So far I’ve gotten him a plushie, which he takes with him everywhere.

Do you have any fun facts I can share with him about the line? He seems to want to know anything and everything about dragon types these days. Your blog mentioned that you were certified I believe, would you mind sharing a little about that too? While I hope my little one eventually gains an interest in a Pokémon a little easier to handle, there is still plenty of time after all, if he does decide he eventually wants to go down that path, I’d like to support him.

With love, a mother from Unova.

i think a plushie is a great idea! back when i was a kid, there was a period of time when i got really fixated on the idea of having a slugma. obviously not going to happen, but my dad managed to find out and sent me a plush slugma that i carried basically everywhere. i have no plans to ever get a slugma now, but i still have the plush!

axew are really interesting little pokemon. it's super important to let them engage in play, though it often freaks first time axew trainers out because their tusks often break during playtime. however, they actually need to break their tusks multiple times before evolving! their tusks grow back stronger after each break. once they evolve, the lose the ability to grow their tusks back, so strengthening them pre-evolution is necessary to prevent them from becoming brittle and snapping off once they've evolved. the axew line is actually one of the better lines to start with in terms of temperament. although they're territorial towards unknown individuals of their evolutionary line, they're actually pretty laid-back and gentle with people and other pokemon. unnecessary fighting risks their prized tusks, so they're not aggressive outside of territorial conflicts. that doesn't mean they're easy to care for, by any means, but they're more forgiving than a hydreigon or garchomp.

as for my certification, it was a multi-year process. there are different ways to get certified as a type expert, but i'm certified with the international rangers union as a civilian type expert (although i volunteer with the rangers, i'm still counted as a civilian for these purposes). i had to take both a written and practical exam, get a certain number of hours of work experience with dragon types, and write a research article about a dragon of my choosing. i also have to take another written test every ten years to prove that i'm staying up to date with research. it's a lot of work to get certified by any major institution as a type expert, but it's something anyone can do with enough experience and passion for it. it helps to get an early start in pokemon handling- trainers' schools, the rangers, and plenty of pokemon training organizations offer camps and classes for younger kids if he's interested!

thanks for encouraging him to engage with his interest in a safe way- he's going to appreciate that for the rest of his life regardless of whether or not he ends up working with dragons.

[underdogs-if]

UNDERDOGS

DEMO. TBA. LORE AND CHARACTER APPEARANCES coming soon. YAY!!

18+ This interactive story contains: strong language, drug use, violence, unhealthy relationships, Age Gap relationships ( not for your characters), child neglect, physical abuse, death, and more.

Note: if there’s any spelling errors, please contact me. I have dyslexia and horrible with words, but I’m trying.

-Inspired by the hit TV shows like The Boys, Gen V, and Invincible.

Hey you, yes you, are you 14 years old and have superhuman abilities? Why don't you come to the back alley of one of the most famous superhuman teams, Super 6, between 10:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m. to see if you have what it takes to join a top-secret project? All superhuman abilities are welcome! Come and try out for this once in a lifetime opportunity!!!!!!

UNDERDOGS BOOK 1

After accidentally trying out for a top-secret project hosted by one of your favorite superhuman teams, the Super Six, you are selected to be a part of the first-ever teen superable fighting squad, the Underdogs. As years pass, you find yourself drunk and high all alone on your 23rd birthday, as you split apart from the team a long time ago. What happened? Live out your glory days in the team and see what went wrong. 

Play as a man, woman, or non-binary.

Master your power of Mimicry, and have a wide variety of powers under your belt.

Grow up with other superable teens 

 Be the leader of your team 

Find your found family within your team, or secretly despise each other  

Find secrets with the Super Six team and expose them to the public, or keep them for blackmail. 

Have a perfect image or be a troubled child star 

More to come soon!!! 

Watch Eye (DJ aka Dorothy Harris) 

she/her

Invisibility (can create invisible bubbles and heal with her powers) 

Teen years

 DJ grew up in New York with her aunt and grandmother. After her dad passed away, she made it her mission to be one of the most famous superhumans. She is a very level-headed person and determined to prove to herself that she can be on the team. When she is not fighting crime, she is quiet, often hiding in the corner, reading, or drawing on her hands and sketchbook.

Fighting style 

When Dj fights crime, it’s like she is in her element. She is the most experienced member on the team, since she has been training since she was six years old and specializes in hand-to-hand combat. DJ gained some popularity and a small fan base from teleporting the mayor to safety after a wildfire broke loose at the age of 8.

Adulthood 

[ redacted ]

Besides fighting crime, Dj mostly spends her time volunteering at a local art museum and is in a relationship with her former team member, Static.

Violent v (Victoria Lee)

she/her

Super speed [redacted ]

Teen years

Voted the most stubborn person in the group. Victoria grew up in a small town in Washington as an only child. [redacted ]. Victoria has always wanted to help people and wanted to help fight crime at a very young age, but her parents didn’t agree with her dream .They tried to distract her from her dream by putting her in as many sports as humanly possible. But that didn’t stop her from trying out to be on the underdogs team. When she is not trying to pursue her dreams of one day being the leader of the underdogs, she is playing sports with her friends or volunteering at the soup kitchen.

Fighting style

When Victoria is fighting crime, it's almost like she's back at her local boxing ring. Her punches is precise and accurate. Every move is calculated to confuse her opponent, and with her quick speed, she achieves victory every time.

Adulthood 

[ redacted ]

After getting out of rehab, Victoria started her solo career of fighting crime under the management of the Super Six.

Static (Lucas [ redacted ] )

He/him

Static Electricity Manipulation (can create static electricity with his hands )

Teen years

Lucas came from a rich and powerful family in New York. Being a superhuman hero was not his first option, but he needed to get away from his family's high expectations and create his own path. Of course, growing up in luxury has its perks. Lucas loves flexing and posting expensive jewelry, cars, and designer outfits to his millions of followers and knows a guy who knows a guy who can get him anything he wants. When he’s not flexing online, he is cracking jokes and being the class clown. Lucas loves making people laugh and will do anything for laughter in the best of times, but definitely in the worst.

Fighting style

 Thanks to his family's connections, Lucas has been going to the best superhuman boarding schools and has partially mastered controlling his power of creating electricity through his hands. But after Lucas got expelled three times from the three best superhuman boarding schools, his father banned him from using his powers. As an act of rebellion, every night Lucas trains in his private gym, practicing his strength and agility so that one day he will be able to use his powers free from his family's eyes. 

Adulthood 

[ redacted ]

Maybe out of love for the craft or just out of money, Lucas stopped fighting crime to pursue acting. When he’s not at work, he is hanging out with his girlfriend, Watch eye.

Demi (Daisy) 

He/they

Hallucination Inducement

(comes in the group when you are 16)

Teen years

Demi was brought onto the underdog's team after a scandal caused a wave of negative publicity. Their addition was meant to clean up the team's image and make the Underdogs seem more family-friendly, but management didn’t realize just how scandalous Demi’s life is off-screen. Known on social media as a modern day hippie, Demi is a popular influencer best known for their opinionated vlogs and harsh commentary about the underdog team. On weekends, you can always find Demi at a trendy bar or club, using their powers to send their friends on intense, psychedelic trips. During the week, when they’re not editing their vlogs, they help out at their parents’ psychology office, using illusions to guide people through confronting their trauma.

Fighting style

Demi is a very athletic person but chooses not to fight. The underdogs team managed this by having Demi as the Plan B. If all else fails and the original underdogs team can’t defeat the enemy, then Demi will jump into the fight and use their hallucination powers to make the enemy go to sleep or get scared and run away. 

Adulthood 

DEAD

More to come soon!!!

Super Herc (Jacob Parker)

 Leader of the Super Six

age 29

Jacob was one of the first superhumans to market his likability and create the Super Six, with his friend Adam and his fiancée, Amber, helping him along the way. Jacob markets himself as the All-American boy, the boy who could stand up to injustice, but with his quick-tempered ways, he is now seen as a fallen star. After a public breakdown, Jacob has not been seen in public ever since and has taken a leave of absence from the team.

Fun fact: his childhood best friend is the Super Six CEO Adam Ashford. 

Random fact: Every Wednesday, he goes to couples counseling with his fiancée, Amber, and hates talking about his feelings.

Angel Light (Cassidy Roth) 

Member of the Super Six

Age 27

Known as the heart of the team, Cassidy has been the glue holding the team together. With her perfect smile and signature shiny honey blonde hair plastered on every magazine, billboard, and TV show, you would think she would be the leader of the team, but thanks to the Super Six marketing and the fact she has been the only woman on the team for so long, she is just portrayed as the sexy girl next door. 

Fun fact: She was in a fake on-again, off-again relationship with her team leader, Super Herc. The public wonders how they can even work together with such a messy history. Little do they know it’s all fake, or is it…… OR does she have feelings for someone else? 

Silly fun fact: her hair is full of secrets....SHHHHHH.

Nightwalker (Henry Grant)

Member of the Super Six

Age 30

Henry has a lot on his hands. He never thought he would ever be in charge of the Super Six, but because of Super Herc's leave of absence, he’s the boss now. If he were younger, he would celebrate this big opportunity. But now, at the age of 30, he feels like he’s just parenting around adults in spandex. Between leading the team, raising a six-year-old at home, and trying to keep up with everything life throws at him, Henry is just doing his best to roll with the punches.

Silly fact: has matching bear onesies with his daughter.

Fun fact: worked with Dove at a supermarket and have been good friends ever since.

 Dove *like the bird * tweet tweet*

ex-Super Six member,

Age 26

Dove has a way with people that's so unique to comprehend; perhaps that's why their fan base is so loyal to them. They're a people person, a dream against reality, a gentle and patient god helping humanity get better with one charming smile. Compared to the other teammates, Dove does not belong in the Super Six yet; for so long they stayed, but Dove knew they had to fly away from the group sooner or later before fame corrupted them.

Fun fact: met Clover Holiday when she was 19 at a Super Six party and yelled at her for drinking underage.

Super fun fact: They recently left the Super Six team without telling anybody and wrote a best-selling book about their experience in the group and their struggles with being a minder (someone who has the power to control elements of the mind).

Firecracker (Clover Holiday) 

Member of the Super Six

Age 23

Fame is all Clover Holiday knows. Her life has been under surveillance for the past 18 years because of her former career as a child star, and now it’s been her mission for the public to think of her not as an actress or a former party girl but as a serious crime fighter. Her image change was taken lightly; the media criticized her for trying to be taken seriously when every night the paparazzi found her blacked out drunk at a popular club or taking her walk of shame out of a famous bachelor's house. Fans suspected that Clover would clean up her act when she was announced as the newest member of the Super Six, but her appearance on the team has been a burden on her teammates, with her using social media to spread rumors and lies about them. One honorable mention that she said during her online crash out was when she called her teammate Angel Light a "two faced bitch." After her breakdown online, she has been reported to be in a rehab facility.

Scandal's fact: slept with two Super Six members.

 Fun fact: loves postcards.

Tiny mighty ( Arthur Wellington )

Age 30

Ex-Super Six member, now a famous rom-com actor

 There's nothing special about Arthur besides him being British and the first member of the Super Six to leave the team. 

Fun fact: He is a big asshole. 

 Fact number two: Arthur and Adam still communicate with each other and regularly go golfing.

Amber Gallagher

Age 29

A part of Super Six management 

You know the saying, Behind every great man is a great woman. That sums up Amber's relationship with her fiancé of 10 years, Jacob Parker. She has been at his side ever since she found out he had powers at the age of 13. There's not a lot about her in the media, and she rarely shows her face to the public without Jacob's presence. And when she does appear, she never talks, just tries not to draw attention to herself, averting her eyes from the camera or politely smiling before rushing off from public view. When the two were rumored to be taking a break from the relationship, Amber did her first-ever photoshoot without him, draped in his cape, naked, with heavy black eyeshadow and smudged lipstick for a famous fashion magazine called Imagezz. Although it wasn’t much of an interview since Amber kept dodging the questions. Instead wanting to praise her fiancé, saying, "Who wouldn’t want to date a god among humans? It’s every girl’s dream."

Scandalous fact: “Well, there were three in this marriage.”

Fun fact: has a big sweet tooth.

Adam Ashford

CEO of the Super Six company

Age 29

Known as one of the sexiest bachelors of New York City in Imagezz, Adam has accomplished a lot of notable things at a very young age. Now, at the age of 29, all he wants to do is make up for his younger days of hustling to party his pants off.

Fun fact: Loves messing with Amber and getting under her skin.

Fun fact: rumor has it he secretly dated Angel Light but dumped her.

Younger Brother Theo

Age 11

Theo has always been your shadow, always looking up to you. Before you were famous, you were his bright star in a dark night, his hero in the middle of the fire pit that was his life. At a young age, he was always fascinated with death, maybe because of the sickness that plagued his body. No one really knows what’s wrong with him. Some days he’s alright; the next day he’s in bed, weak, unable to move every muscle in his body. But that doesn't stop him from trying to be a normal boy, no matter how much your mom worries about him.

Fun fact: Theo loves the band the Smiths, and his favorite song is still "I'll and Suffer Little Children (kind of ironic). 

Fun fact: He loves burgers and prefers to eat them while watching movies.

Your Mother

Never ask a lady her age!!!

As much as your mother keeps assuring you she loves you, deep Down, you know she never really liked you. In her eyes, you’re the one who ruined everything, from her marriage to her career to the worst of all, her body. She will do anything in her heart to not be with you; that's why she is always with your brother, because you will never be the favorite child. No matter how hard you try, she will always despise you.

Super mega fun fact: Your mom insisted that your dad take three DNA tests to prove you were his child. All because he became suspicious and thought your mom was cheating on him. Why would your father come up with this conclusion? Was it due to him finding scandalous text from another man on her phone or getting caught in the act with a lover in bed? Neither!!!! Two years of marriage down the drain, all because you have powers linked to a gene that is only possible if you carry the H chromosome, something that your parents do not have. So, how do you have powers?

[larkandkatydid]

There are many ways to be a big weirdo and I think that some are more conducive than others to a happy life and/or to a life where your weirdness can have a positive effect on the world.

So, for example, let's say one is naturally introverted and also naturally imaginative, bright, prone to coming up with ideas about how we could just fix everything if only we tried this one thing. This is describing many tumblrinas and many Aquariuses. And if one spends too much time alone, pondering great, world-changing ideas, then that weirdness starts to fester into something unhelpful. One becomes something between the Unabomer and a person with annoying bad ideas.

A commune, like a college dorm or a nursing home can be so helpful for the introverted because it takes no extra work at all to find people to socialize with. These days, I have to challenge myself to get up, leave the house and go to the volunteer session or protest or concernt or group activity that I know is good for me. It was way easier when all those things were happening in my kitchen.

And most improtantly, I think a person with a lot of utopian ideas for how the world could work benefits from a chance to try those ideas out! And especially benefits from having a social circle that is pre-selected to be into trying out your utopian plan. Should we replace the toilet with a bucket of sawdust and the shower with a grey-water system leading a duck pond? YES! Should we move to having only 1 cup and 1 plate per person in order to master our dishes problem? YES! Should we raise tilapia in the bathtub and quail in the backyard YES and YES!

And one learns from failure that maybe these ideas were actually pretty bad or, most importantly, one learns and gets better at the skills required to make those ideas work. I know several people whose passion for greywater systems first dramatically fucked up their plumbing but who then, after asking for help and even taking a bunch of community college classes on plumbing, became incredibly skilled plumbers capable of creating working grey water systems and also capable of fixing their neighbor's fucked up shower drain. I personally have found that my commune-acquired ability to milk a cow has often helped me build relationships with people who figured that if I know my way around a cow, I can't possible be that much of a big city weirdo. There's an old member of the Black Panthers who has made it his life's mission to spread bathtub tilapia as a small agricultural practice. I know a dude who convinced his local city council to fund a giant mushroom farm on the city compost facility.

This is just a complicated version of touch grass, but I believe in my heart that being weird alone in your own head makes you Jack Torrance and being weird with others makes you the world's own Manic Pixie Dream Girl...and that that one is better.

[youuuimeanmee]

ENDOO SHUT THE FUCK UPP

SO U MEAN TO TELL ME

THAT OUR FAN THEORIES

ARE CORRECT.

(endo-san, if you've planned this from the beginning, then a thousand applauds for you for sticking to this plot & foreshadowings for so long. If u were just throwing shit up & rely on fans' theories to see where you're going next, then great job for making it seem so seamless. wtf.)

I still don't buy the "Donovan is an alien" narrative completely; I still think he changed after he secretly volunteered to be a lobotomy experiment subject, to get the superpower he wants to reach a greater understanding in humanity.

Although, if Endo really wish to introduce a terrestial being into this series, then, does that mean Anya's telepathic ability is really born from the lab's experiment? Is she born from the sperm of an alien?? Alien DNA recombination?? Lolol. *edit: this is just me hoping that Anya's telepathic ability was developed in vitro, bc the idea of those mad scientists opening up Anya's skull & cutting up her brain whe she was a baby is just sick beyond belief & i cant accept that.*

I am so so glad to see Fiona in this chapter, trying to extract extra info from Desmond's staff! It really hammers down how incredible this valuable opportunity is for Westalis. Great job Endo-san, for not forgetting to include this 👍

Wait.

Wait a damn minute.

If what Melinda say is true, Donovan can read minds,

Then Donovan must've read Twillight's mind on their first meeting; his fake persona & and Operation Strix have already been busted.

Maybe this is not just a mere illustration inside Twillight's head, maybe this really IS Donovan's reaction when he find out about Operation Strix?? LMAO

Or maybe Donovan can only read minds to a certain extent –not fully like Anya, so maybe he can only get the gist of what people are thinking; so he doesn't know Operation Strix yet, but he knows that Twilight wants to extract some information from him.

(though I wanna add, even if Twillight is from the opposing country, I hope Twillight's sincerity to meet in the middle could reach Donovan too.)

I've known these theories for awhile, but could these be true afterall?? (We're already at this stage, but I still don't wanna assume fanons as canons.)

Then.

IF Damian —at the family dinner— was remembering Anya's confession that she can read minds, and he wished he could read what's on his father's mind too,

Does it mean Anya's telepathic ability is already busted by Donovan?

Is my theory from ch 106 correct afterall???

Oh wAIT.

FUCK I forgot if Donovan read Melinda's mind too, then he must've learned that Melinda has befriended Yor Forger. The mother of Anya Forger. The daughter of Loid Forger.

Combine that information from Melinda and information from Damian that Anya can read minds....

... does it mean Donovan has assumed that Twillight from Westalis is using his telepathic "daughter" as a spy in Eden Academy?

Funny thing is, Twilight himself has no idea about all this implication. He's a million steps away from Donovan.

HAHAHAHHAA

(lol how could I not read this from miles away)

Argh fuck, I'm really worried for Anya now.

This could very well escalate into the "war" of obtaining Anya as an asset. Maybe it'll still be light-hearted, like manipulating Damian's romantic feelings for Anya by inviting her to have dinner together, but still. At first, I thought Donovan might get Anya expelled from school because she's dangerous, but I figure she's just too valuable to be tossed away; it's better to keep her close while extracting info from her as much as he can. Or use her ability to the fullest.

At least Anya is now aware that Donovan has the same ability as her, so at least she can proceed with more caution now.

I hate seeing Anya being the only one aware of the whole situation & she struggles alone to keep it all together — like what she has done all this time. That's why I really want Anya to come clean with Twilight so he can at least get a picture of the whole situation he's facing right now, and protect her properly, but I know it'll massively shift the Forger dynamic we're used to. I have no idea how will Endo handle this development from now on.

Well, that's enough anxiety for tonight.

Stay safe Anya! 🙏🥺🥺🥺

[whateversawesome]

Spy x Family Ch. 111: Anya's Mama

So many things for such a little chapter, don't you think?

We saw baby Anya and we finally caught a glimpse of Anya's biological mother.

Something to notice is that they're both wearing hospital gowns, which makes me think they were in the lab and, because of that, we can solidify the theory about Anya being born there. It could be that her mom was pregnant when captured or that they experimented on her and she got pregnant while in that lab. A secret third option is that Anya's mom actually volunteered for the experiments (maybe she was a scientist herself or a family member coaxed her into doing it), although I find this unlikely due to her comment about the butterfly. Either way, I have a feeling we won't know for a very long time.

Mindreading or no mindreading?

Endo chose not to let us know about that explicitly. However, look at this panel:

I don't think Anya's mom is talking here. I think she's thinking this. Because of that, I do suspect Anya can read her mama's mind. She doesn't fully understand it but those words are inside her memory.

However, as you can see in the panel below, we don't see her classic mindreading sparkles. So, it' could also be that she saw her mom getting sad or nostalgic and she wanted to hug her. Kids are very perceptive of their parent's emotions.

If you ask me, I think she was born with that ability. Either her mom was also a telepath who was being studied during her pregnancy or she was experimented while pregnant and gained and passed her abilities to her daughter.

All this makes me consider that maybe Anya wasn't experimented on like many of us believed for a long time. Maybe those scientists were just studying her/observing her in order to understand and try to replicate her abilities. I'm really hoping Endo will go this route, it's less cruel. In any case, keeping someone so young as a case study is still wrong and I don't think Twilight and Yor will like this.

Anya's Mama

I'm talking about Yor, of course.

First of all, I think Endo summed up what motherhood is about in this panel:

It's not exactly that a mom can read their kid's mind, but it's something close. As a mom you get to know your child inside and out. When you take care of them, see them grow and love them with all your heart, you simply learn to "read every part of them."

That's how we know that Yor loves Anya and that she is her mom.

I don't know what happened to Anya's biological mom; she could be gone or still be alive. I'm sure we'll find out eventually. However, no matter what happens, I think Anya will always have that unconditional love from Yor.

There's a prevalent theme about motherhood in sxf: a mother as a safe place. Yor has mentioned it several times; she knows her job is to protect Anya and Anya feels safe when her mama is around (even Twilight notices this.)

I think the bond between them will get stronger as the story moves forward. Come on, it's pretty obvious Anya is Yor's baby, she's already head over heels and she decided she wanted to be a good mother since day 1. Also, a big theme in the story are bonds that are forged, and chosen family. In the story, blood ties sometimes are complicated (look at the Desmonds, for example.)

I'm not fluent in Japanese, but I am aware that Anya calls Yor and Twilight, Haha and Chichi, which is an English equivalent of "my mom and my dad", instead of just "mom and dad." In case you are wondering, Anya did call her biological mom, the right way: "mama."

At some point in the story, I think we will see Anya call Yor and Twilight, mama and papa the right way. I suspect this will be the moment when they will realize they're no longer a pretend family, but a real one. And it'll be simply beautiful 💖

A Few Questions

Whenever we learn something about one of the Forger's past, we are usually left with even more questions like:

Where's Anya's mom now?: I think either she's still a prisoner somewhere or she's dead. And if she's alive, does she know Anya lives?

How did Anya escape? She was so little! She must have had help from someone.

Who is Anya's dad? Maybe a scientist? A prisoner of war? Or was artificial insemination possible back then?

Is Anya her real name? I'm wondering if her mom called her differently. Here are some theories about her name. I suspect this will be important and I wouldn't be surprised if Anya is not her real name, almost as a foil of Twilight's name and story.

And also, there's a gap between that scene/memory and when Anya gets adopted by Twilight. We know thanks to Franky that in the year before Twilight adopted her, she was previously adopted by four different families, however, there's still a chunk of time missing.

I estimate she's probably 2 years old in that memory, she was 4 when she was adopted by those other families, and 5 years old when Twilight became her dad. That leaves 2 full years blank. Where was she during that time?

[mariespen]

field trip with chaperone sheriff!rafe and teacher!reader? i love ur work!!!

➸ The Field Trip

Sheriff!Rafe x Teacher!Teacher

➸ Masterlist!

Requests open!

Teacher!Reader is lacking on chaperones for the first grade field trip, so naturally, Rafe volunteers. He got on the bus with confidence, and left it questioning which was more difficult; rounding up six year olds or arresting criminals? Warnings: Brief swearing!

The Children’s Science Museum field trip was a yearly event that had you clinging to your sanity for dear life. Being on the trip is one of your favorite things, the beauty and wonder that your students expressed gave you the rare ability to live vicariously through them. However, the preparation gave you a sense of stress that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.

Rafe picked up on your distress the moment he got home, and after the two of you got the kids ready to sleep, he instantly moved to help.

“Honey? What’s bothering you?” He asked, getting changed into his pjs as you crawled into bed.

You sighed, letting the stress evaporate from your body as he laid next to you.

“No one has signed up as a parent chaperone.” 

“What? Not even one?” He asked, his hand finding your arm and gently rubbing it, coaxing the tense muscles out of your shoulders.

You shook your head, tears crawling into your eyes.

“No- honey it’s okay, trust me.” Rafe instantly pulled you into his body, cradling the back of your head against his chest.

“They just don’t care.” Your voice muffled into his shirt.

Rafe ran a panicked hand through his hair, “Um.. fuck- I’ll do it.”

“What?” Your voice rang out, soft and hopeful.

“I’m the sheriff, you know?” He said, smiling in relief as you wiped your eyes, “How hard could this be.”

You settled back into his body after thanking him profusely. A small smile crept onto your face, knowing your loving husband had no idea what he was in for.

“There’s.. so many.” Rafe said, trying to keep track of each first grader loading onto the bus.

You nodded, supressing a giggle, “The whole grade, honey.”

Rafe looked like his mind was blown, having taken the day off of work for the impending chaos. He wore some of his ‘weekend jeans,’ as he called them, and a simple white shirt. Samantha walked past the two of you, eyes lighting up when she saw Rafe.

“Daddy! Why are you here?” She asked, instantly moving into the seat next to him.

Rafe laughed, propping her up on his lap, “Your mama wanted me to help out, is that okay with you, Sammie?” “Yes! Mommy can I be with Daddy?” Your excited daughter asked, eager to start her first field trip.

“Mmm if you go sit with your friends, maybe!” You said with a supportive smile, your real intentions hidden. You’d much rather be sitting next to Rafe.

Samantha pouted before seeing one of her friends getting on the bus and lighting up again, racing to sit next to her.

You quickly sat down next to Rafe, pulling a clipboard out of your backpack and preparing to take role. Knowing that your husband, the sheriff of the county, was watching you work as a teacher felt comfortably abnormal. His arm was slung over your shoulders, sunglasses reflecting your attendance sheet. As your students got more riled up, you stepped out into the isle and commanded their focus. “Okay everyone! Let’s take roll and then we can continue our conversations! But for now, silent mouths please!” You shouted in a classic teacher voice, one that Rafe had heard on the rare occasion.

As you shouted out each child’s name and got a high-pitched “here!” each time, the bus driver started safety checks. When you finished, the ignition was on and the bus lurched forward, beginning your journey. Rafe’s arm returned to your shoulder, subtly putting a curious hand on your roll sheet and observing the itinerary for the day. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head as the drive dragged on.

Fifteen minutes in, you were already popping up and reminding students of their manners, “Alex and Paislee! Please use inside voices!” 

Rafe chuckled, feeling out of place seeing you so in your element, but gravitating to your professional demeanor.

“You make a good teacher.” He mumbled into your ear, grinning as your face flushed.

“God, I’d hope so.”

The journey was bumpy and filled with distractions and constant questions from the curious first graders, but you held your place well when faced with any conflicts. When the doors finally opened outside of the Children’s Science Museum, your voice rang out again.

“Find your chaperone please! Their name will be on your lanyard!” You said with a raised voice, gaining their attention quickly. The kids all lined up, walking out of the bus with minimal accidents or pushing, which to you, was a success in itself. You met with Rafe and the three other last-minute chaperones, reminding them where to go before releasing the eager students. “Thank you Mommy!” Samantha’s voice chimed out,  a bright smile on her face as she saw Rafe’s name on her lanyard.

“Sammie!” He exclaimed as she hugged him, “Did your mama let you be with my group?” But of course, he already knew the answer. He’d pestered you about it for about half an hour.

The field trip began the moment that you opened the doors for the class, their little faces showing pure awe as they walked in. As you snuck a glance at Rafe, you watched the same expression seep into his face. The fossil of a Tyranasaurus Rex stood strong in the central circle, demonstrating the strength and importance of history.

However, the trip officially started for you the moment that Julius, a well-known troublemaker in your class, ran up to the same structure of bones and instantly tried to jump over the rope and climb on it. Without hesitation, you grabbing him and corrected his behavior with a strict voice that made Rafe raise his eyebrow with a grin.

As your group seperated, you kept a close eye on the behavior of your students. You had previously sacrificed yourself, taking on some of the more difficult kids to spare Rafe and the other parents. The experience you’d accumulated over the years paid off as they stepped out of line and you efficiently corrected and forgave them. 

The trip went by quickly as you toured them around, letting them learn and experience the history and science around them. A part of you grew each time that their mouths widened in astonishment, revealing their missing teeth and other innocently childlike features.

Rafe, on the other hand, was having a hellish time.

“Alex- wait, what’s his name? Adrian! Get off of that!” He would call out, trying to keep his own group in line. The kids took advantage of his clueless state, even his own daughter was found giggling when Rafe was faced with more trouble.

“Sammie!” He said, chuckling and rolling his eyes dramatically before trying to regroup. 

“Hey! We don’t say that!” After another child said that the field trip was “butt.” He was grateful you weren’t around to hear that one.

Rafe found himself to be more on edge than he thought, trying to keep his cool when he was asked "why is the sky blue?" for the fifth time by the same student. He hated to admit it, but his shoulders sunk with relief the moment their group had finished the tour, wrapping back around to the front doors.

Once everyone met up and you put each student in their respective lines, you double-checked their attendance. 

“Um.. Hayden? Does anyone know where Hayden is?” You asked, panic setting in as you looked at Rafe, knowing he was her chaperone.

The kids all tried to chime in with soft attempts at helpfulness,

“I saw her at the dinosaur!” “I thought she was in the bathroom?”

But your eyes stayed trained on Rafe.

“Shit!” He exclaimed when the realization washed over him, instantly turning and jogging back up the steps. 

Two minutes later, Hayden and Rafe walked out of the building. She was smiling from ear to ear, and he was sheepishly walking down to greet you, eyes glued to the floor.

“Hm.” You grinned, guiding Hayden into the bus where each of the other students were waiting, all accounted for.

Rafe took his seat next to you, sighing dramatically and slouching on the uncomfortable cushion.

“That was..” He started, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You giggled, looking at him in surprise, “Really? I thought it was super fun.” 

“You know, my job is tough.” He started, looking at you with a smile when he heard you begin to laugh, “But that was one of the toughest things I’ve ever had to do.”

His claims were unbelievable to you. Rafe was the county sheriff and the strongest man you had ever met. You were always hearing about his days, the endless case work, evidence logs, criminal encounters, and occasional chases. There was no way that a group of first graders broke him down so quickly. But looking at your husband, his body practically glued to your side, you realized that he was telling the truth. 

That night, when he told you about all of his ridiculous experiences of the day, you just laughed along. His eyes shone with pure admiration, suddenly aware of the strength and endurance you need just to make it through the day. In turn, your eyes lit up the same, but with pure love.

[iamlessierad]

Some people don't know how bad things have become. This is a rape shelter in Vancouver. First they got sued because they only have women volunteers on their phones.

Some guy really wanted to hear all the rape stories and they said no.

Then the rape shelter was vandalized. Talk about punching down! The ultimate abuse was they had funding stripped from them. Why? Because they dared be a shelter for women. And that’s not allowed any more. Not even for rape victims.

When they say who can any of this hurt? It can hurt those women. It can hurt those women a lot. The women who are traumatized and frightened and battered.

This shelter fought back and now depends on private donations. Other shelters have given in.

Imagine being a rape victim and just asking for one space where it can be all women. Even just one room. And being told you must include men or you can’t get help.

At the heart of it, rape is a crime of forced inclusion. You weren’t allowed to say no. Part of healing is being given back your power and that includes the ability to say no.

If a rape victim wants a healing space that only has redheads born on a Tuesday in it, I’d try to find her such a space. She has been traumatized. She is terrified. We would all do anything to help her be less frightened. At least most of us would.

To be clear, I can’t be sure of the motive of any particular person who demanded to be a volunteer at any particular time, but there are men who love to hear women’s rape stories and some women don’t like telling their stories to men.

And don’t think these are rare situations. There are many shelters across the world that have been facing the same pressures. It’s a huge story. When JK Rowling funded a shelter just for women she was swarmed by the fly lords! (See my pinned thread for that reference).

(All text and photo I took from twitter: babybeginner)

[theeartuaist]

The worst ones never seem like yanderes

At least, not at first - a real wolf in sheep's clothing. They seem just so... normal - peefect even! Well, maybe a few things are off about them but everyone has their eccentricities, right?

Like yes, for some reason ever since they entered your life, people who hurt you somehow end up moving away, changing jobs, or ghosting you entirely? Or person you were interested in suddenly blocked you everywhere after getting an "anonymous tip" about something you supposedly did?

But they are kind, sweet and they like you. Sure, they're always in your whereabouts, somehow. But they also just so happen to like that cafe you go to. A coincidence, of course.

Bonus points, if they have the UNCANNY ability to become your literal dream person. Like, have you noticed how they gradually adopted all your favorite things? How their music taste mysteriously evolved to match yours? How they started dressing in that aesthetic you once mentioned you found attractive?

It's not just about looking the part either. They study you. They watch which fictional characters you swoon over, what traits you admire, what behaviors make you feel safe and comfortable. Then they become that person—or at least, a carefully crafted version of that person that exists solely to ensnare you.

Oh, you like people who are passionate about environmental issues? Suddenly they're volunteering at beach cleanups and posting about sustainability. You mentioned once that you find it attractive when someone can play an instrument? Don't be surprised when they "happen" to be learning guitar and need your encouragement.

The chameleon-like quality is terrifying when you finally see it. All those "coincidental" shared interests, the way they mirror your communication style, how they seem to anticipate your emotional needs... it wasn't organic growth. It was calculated metamorphosis designed with one goal: becoming irreplaceable to you.

Yandere like these both terrify me and intrigue me, because they're patient and you never see it coming until the net has already been set. They're willing to play the long game because they want to shape themselves into everything you've ever wanted, becoming so essential to someone that you almost can't imagine life without them. They'll be the one who makes you believe the basement was your idea—that it's the safest place for you to be.

If you try escape at this point, there's nothing much you can do. Your parents? They charmed them completely. "Such a good influence on you," your mom says. Your close friends? They've already won them over. "They're so good for you," your bestie insists whenever you express the smallest doubt.

They strategically befriend your siblings, your roommates, your coworkers—not because they care about these people, but because each relationship is another avenue of access to you. Another source of information. Another potential ally in keeping you close.

They have already turned your support system into their surveillance network. They'll casually ask your friends about you and your whereabouts, and none would be the wiser. If you ever try to create distance, worst case scenario, they'll make you look like the crazy one, weaponising your entire social network against you.

It starts subtly. They'll share "concerns" about your mental health with your closest friends. "I'm worried about them," they'll whisper with perfectly crafted concern. "They've been so paranoid lately." They'll reframe your legitimate suspicions as irrational jealousy or instability.

They'll remind people of that time you were stressed or that medication you once took or that family history you mentioned in confidence. They create a narrative where you're unstable, and they're the long-suffering, supportive partner who just wants the best for you.

By the time you try to tell someone what's happening, the groundwork has been laid. "That doesn't sound like them at all," your friends say with furrowed brows. "Maybe you should talk to someone..." Your own parents take their side. Your therapist has already heard their version of events.

The ultimate trap: the more you try to expose them, the more you reinforce the narrative that you're the unstable one. Your desperate attempts to break free just tighten the noose. Everyone's watching you with concern now, reporting back to them, convinced they're helping.

The way they use these relationships as hostages. If you ever try to create distance, it's not just them you're leaving—it's potentially everyone who's grown to adore them.

By that point, there's nothing you can do but accept your fate.

[bigblueworld]

introducing... paleontologist!rafe

let's start at square one--(physical)

height: 6’3, which isn’t an overly intimidating height, makes his crew members a tad jealous, he’s always able to grab things off higher shelves in the labs. at dig sites his height is a GREAT advantage. he has a longer reach which allows him to reach higher fossil beds, can help scan terrain easier due to how tall he is, and he always volunteers to carry gear for his crew members.

build: 200lbs, lean build. not overly muscular. big biceps and shoulders due to tool usage when it comes to digging. biceps big enough to sink your teeth into. he’s always trying to carry the big fossils, or climb up on the rocks to survey the area.

age: mid twenties, but he has an old soul. acts like a child in some instances. many have told him he looks younger than he actually is. always makes sure he looks clean cut before the day, but always ends up looking dirty after, unless he’s in the lab.

clothes + accessories: his glasses, which you made fun of when you first met. always wears them no matter where you guys are. and his centipede necklace which he never takes off, its his prized possession. he adores button ups, and cargo shorts and pants. suits aren’t really his thing but he’ll wear them.

personality

intelligent: he knows every fact about a dinosaur or any type of prehistoric plant or animal. has done years of research on the terrain, always reads and watches documentaries cause why not. you can never fully know everything. went to the top school for paleontology when he was in college.

nerdy: always tells you random facts or if you decide you wanna ask he’ll go on a long spiel about what it is you asked about. his eyes always light up when he talks about the fossils he found and the history behind anything that has to do with prehistoric life.

cocky/confident: when you first met you thought he was just like every other rich college kid who decides they wanna be on a boat just for the hell of it. you thought that he thought was better than you but it was just him being confident in his abilities when it came to the things he was doing with his work. he knows what he’s talking about.

committed: stays up extremely late to research and run tests. always studies and tries to learn new things about these creatures who once roamed the earth every day. he’s always pouring over notes or sketches or lab reports just to find something new.

daring: always willing to push the limit when it comes to searching for fossils or searching out a new area. he usually gets chastised for climbing without proper equipment or walking off without anyone with him..he’s just curious is all.

likes+dislikes

LOVES the jurassic park + jurassic world movies and goes on and on about them

has a german shorthaired pointer puppy named strata which refers to fossil beds and the layers within them

strongly dislikes people who disrespect museums when it comes to the fossil exhibits, or those who make fun of people who actually find fossils and prehistoric life interesting

loves going out on long hikes anywhere and everywhere. he loves to travel, he’s not too fond of boats and the ocean. he’s travels frequently due to his job. loves going to asia and south america specifically.

loves fossils. period, the end.

when you decide to sit down and watch a documentary with him. or when you allow him to tell you about all that he’s learned.

loves finding new fossils or new discoveries that aids in learning that he believes is extremely important. wether it is a claw or a tooth, or if him and his team are able to excavate an entire bone structure. but he loves going back to tell you about it.

character specific hcs!!

pet names for you: minnow, skipper, sunshine, babydoll, darling

he will sometimes help you when you’re staying on the boat with your catches, but will grimace and gag every time

he loves to read his books to you about prehistoric life and watch his movies with you, but when you come back after a long day out on the water he’ll wrap you up and let you melt into him

sometimes bores you with his endless facts and knowledge when it comes to stuff you don’t know nor understand but you listen anyways cause you love him. he will sit and read with you all the time.

[robin-evry]

What about a saiki kusuo! Yuu going to NRC? :D

It's been so long since I watched the anime. And it's by far one of my favorite anime

Ask and you shall receive

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🕹️🟩

Kusuo Saiki (Japanese: 斉さい木き　楠くす雄お , Hepburn: Saiki Kusuo) is the main protagonist of Saiki Kusuo no Ψ Nan who has all kinds of psychic related abilities. He usually tries to avoid getting involved in problematic or attention-grabbing situations, but his attempts always end up going wrong or having unusual ends to his displeasure.

Imagine, saiki!yuu was enjoying a cup of coffee jelly as a reward for themselves, until they woke up in the coffin with a bunch of people wearing robes.

Originally before the coffin was open saiki!yuu use their psychic ability to travel around the world in a mere second, after enough evidence is concluded they were indeed in a fantasy setting world.

The first time Saiki!Yuu was summoned by the Dark Mirror, it couldn’t gauge their power correctly, as Saiki!Yuu’s psychic abilities and magical skills threw off the system. The mirror tried to intimidate them, but they just stared blankly at it until the mirror eventually gave up and sorted them into a dorm, mumbling something about “too unpredictable in any of the dorms.”

as Always saiki!yuu would try to stay low and go unnoticed in NRC, they will immediately leave the scene before it's happening afraid of gaining some unwanted attention and of course it goes the other way and it leads them being dragged into the messed.

Since this world takes place in a fantasy setting with magic, I think saiki!yuu will not need to worry about suppressing or hiding their powers away since they can always excuse it as magic but their main concern is just to not gain attention, Still they will not use their powers unless it's necessary

In class, Saiki!Yuu is always half-asleep because they already know everything due to them using their psychometric ability as well as telepathy. They’re notorious for completing assignments in seconds with telekinesis or by reading the professor’s mind to predict what the next topic will be. Despite their abilities, they never volunteer for demonstrations, preferring to stay unnoticed at the back of the class.

The Library or the ignihyde dorm has become saiki!yuu new hide out, every time when chaos happens or they need a place to get away, you can find them teleporting to this location out of nowhere. S ome ignihyde students including idia have jump scares of them suddenly teleporting Infront of them but they already get used to it. Saiki!yuu pretty much prefer the ignihyde dorm due to the residents or students being full of introverts and their lack of need to interact with.

Idia and Saiki!Yuu bond over their shared desire to avoid social interaction. The two spend hours in comfortable silence, with Saiki!Yuu quietly reading while Idia plays games. Occasionally, Idia will ramble about his gaming strategies, and they will respond with a simple “Hm,” but that’s enough for them to consider each other close friends.

Azul frequently tries to get them to sign contracts, but Saiki!Yuu sees through his tricks immediately. They’ll telepathically skim the contract, find the loophole, and casually hand it back to Azul without saying a word or add a loophole text in the contract and pretend it's been there so they don't need to sign it.

Despite trying to keep a low profile, Yuu ends up unintentionally becoming one of the most popular students. Because they rarely speak, Saiki!Yuu has gained a mysterious reputation at Night Raven College. Some students believe in Saiki!Yuu has access to ancient magic, while others think they’re an undercover agent for the school. Saiki!Yuu is aware of the rumors but finds them too much effort to correct.

Saiki!Yuu has developed a sixth sense for whenever Headmaster Crowley is approaching. Since Crowley tends to rope Saiki!Yuu into solving school-wide crises, they uses their teleportation or invisibility powers to avoid him at all costs. They’re often found hiding in obscure parts of the campus, much to Crowley’s frustration. Crowley would always try to ask them to use their powers but it always backfired on him.

Gives zero shit, every time riddle or sebek talk their ears off about something like rules of queen of hearts or great malleus sama, saiki!yuu would look at them with a blank face and say "are you done"

Saiki!Yuu is infamous for their unbeatable poker face. Whether during intense situations or dramatic arguments, their expression never changes. This drives people like Riddle and sebek crazy, as they can’t figure out if they are mocking them or genuinely uninterested. In truth, Saiki!Yuu’s just too bored to react.

During Crowley introduced them to the ramshackle dorm, and the next day he came back the dorm was spotless, fix and proper. This gives Crowley an idea of making saiki!yuu NRC handyman but that failure has already failed before it can escalate.

Here's a situation, there was a group of trouble makers who managed to lose some of their memory and their personalities have become a reverse to what they were back, the cause of this was saiki!yuu erasing their memory due to them planning on targeting saiki!yuu. If necessary saiki!yuu would use their psychic powers to overwrite a person to avoid any chaos from them.

Anytime Ace, Deuce, or Grim try to rope Saiki!Yuu into their schemes, Saiki!Yuu uses teleportation to instantly leave the scene before they can even ask for help. Their most common line is probably something like, "I'm not dealing with this," before disappearing.