#hes even got glasses on hes got freckles and hes even wearing green THIS IS REALLY WEIRD LOL IDK

[literalite]

have u guys ever seen like someone elses oc/sim in public but thats a real other human person because its happening to me

[stervrucht]

Eddie Munson knows no one here.

The music is bad and the DJ is worse and he’s already regretting coming out in the first place.

Next to him, Chrissy Cunningham, his team lead is chatting with a freckled girl who introduces herself as ‘Robin something, legal assistant to the son-part of H&S Law’. She’s cute, but it’s in one ear, out the other—and really, he’s pretty proud he even remembered her name to begin with because he’s only been here for a week and there’s just so many goddamned people.

“You’re so lucky to start just in time for the party,” Robin yells over the music. And Eddie nods, smiles unconvincingly and stares back at the bottom of his empty glass when Robin and Chrissy continue chatting—or maybe that’s flirting?—who even knows.

He watches them for a moment. Studies how pink and blue and green lights paint their hair and watches a blush spread across Robin’s face before he moves his gaze towards the crowd.

God, he needs another drink.

And that’s the one good thing about these parties. It’s open bar and they serve everything because H&S Law is fucking big and fucking loaded.

Eddie excuses himself. Works his way into the crowd of people dancing to music that transitions badly—and yeah, he’s a music snob so sue him for caring about the the big fucking death-valley between songs. He must be the only one who cares though, because people are drunk as hell…

Leading by example really.

Eddie can’t wait to be shitfaced too, maybe make an ass of himself, who knows? Life’s too short to be a wallflower when there’s free booze at what people call ‘the happening of the year’.

Well, it’s happening alright.

Get drunk. Be stupid. Maybe get laid if he’s lucky.

‘Drunk Eddie’ got his back for that last part and right now…he has a distinct lack of alcohol in his blood.

So he cuts the crowd, gets stuck several times, squeezes between bodies and gets a few dirty looks from girls once they see there’s some random dude glued to their backs, but eventually, he makes it to the bar.

Leaning into it with one arm, he’s actually a little out of breath. Working up a light sweat too, which, frankly, is fucking embarrassing and he really should do something about that but…

He looks at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar and he…ugh. He looks bad. He quickly runs a hand through his hair, tries to get it presentable when the bartender obscures his view.

A little embarrassed, he asks for ‘something strong’, then turns his back, leans against the bar as he watches.

People watching.

He likes that. Like a nature documentary kinda.

There stands the female. She presents her curves to a group of potential mates. The males look on with interest—the biggest one, the alpha—squares his shoulders, a classic move indicative of strength and sexual prowess—

“You new here?”

Eddie tears his eyes away. Turns towards the sound and there’s a guy there holding a glass out to him.

Eddie takes it tentatively and the guy lets out a soft chuckle.

“Barkeep got your drink, like, two minutes ago. You were spaced. You drunk?”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Eddie pauses, “Not drunk, by the way. Not yet.”

The guy eyes him curiously—brown eyes and brown hair and a carved kinda face.

He’s handsome.

So fucking handsome and just his type so Eddie eyes him down—does so shamelessly.

He’s wearing a white dress shirt and dark blue khakis, all proper and business-casual, and…yeah, he must be straight. No fucking doubt.

“Haven’t seen you around before.” The guy tries again, and Eddie realizes he didn’t answer his question like a real fucking jerk. But here’s the thing, once he starts like this…it’s kinda hard to stop and—whatever. It doesn’t really matter because he’s not getting into Mr. Straight’s pants so…

The guy stares and Eddie hums. Takes a sip of his drink—goddamned whiskey—and embraces whatever fuckery comes out of his mouth.

“Funny, because I’ve definitely seen you at my interview.”

Lies.

Absolute lies, but the way Handsome visibly pales…

“Wait, shit, are you for real?”

“Yeah. Glad to hear I left an impression.”

Eddie takes another sip and savors the burn in his throat as he watches Handsome panic.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, man. I see so many people—”

“It’s cool. ’M Eddie.” He holds out his hands and Handsome shakes it with two fingers because he’s holding a glass in that hand.

It’s stupidly endearing.

“Steve, but I guess you knew that already.”

“Well, Steve, nice to meet you again,” Eddie says and Steve winces and it’s so, so very fun.

God.

“I really am sorry, man. And I’d totally buy you a round of drinks if they weren’t free already…” Steve trails. He looks so apologetic—borderline pathetic, and it’s really doing something for him.

Straight or not, Steve and him could have some real fun tonight.

And yeah, he’s a bit tipsy—not drunk, not yet—so Eddie downs the last of his whiskey at a rate he knows will get him fucking smashed in the next 15 minutes or so and sets the glass down on the bar.

“How about you treat me to a round of shots and we’ll call it even.”

Steve smiles and that too is just so…ugh. It’s unfair.

“Oh, you’re on,” Steve says, then calls the bartender over, raises four fingers while saying something Eddie can’t quite hear over the music, but when the bartender returns, he puts down four shots of clear liquid and Eddie knows that, hell yeah, he’s about to have a real good time.

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Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Rating: E | Words: 5.5k | Part 1 of 2 | Tags: Office romance, Strangers to lovers, Power imbalance, Daddy kink, Sex tapes

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

🤍a completely random modern au headcanon for each aot character 🤍

eren jaeger’s idea of late night fun is going to walmart/target/etc. he likes to walk around with his friends and be absolutely childish. bonus: he’s banned from a certain store for kicking an inflatable ball across the store.

armin arlert is self conscious of his body. it’s only really his torso though. when him and his friends go to the beach, he’s always the last one to take his shirt off. he doesn’t even have anything to be embarrassed about, he’s just disappointed he’s not as muscular as eren or reiner.

mikasa ackerman’s favorite color is a dark red. the blood, cherry type of red. she’s got a lip tint in that color and her nails are painted too much. she also chews her nails. she hopes the nail polish is enough to break the habit but it isn’t.

connie springer’s favorite fast food restaurant is burger king. he thinks it’s underrated. you can count on him to fuck up a whopper. he also always gets the cardboard crowns to wear.

jean kirstein loves night time. he loves the solitude, the way nobody expects anything from him, and the fact that he can just be. he doesn’t get lonely during his late nights but he wouldn’t mind somebody to share it with.

sasha braus smells really good. she doesn’t use any super fancy products, though. she’s just one of those people that naturally have a good aroma. her skin is also really soft.

ymir tans really easy in the summer. she never burns or turns red. she’s genetically blessed. the sun also makes the freckles on her face pop and clusters of them pop up on her back/shoulders.

historia reiss loves milkshakes and soda floats. she always orders them with a whipped cream and cherry. she prefers milkshakes from a diner rather than a fast food place.

marco bodt really likes plants. he has a collection of houseplants. they line his window sills and he even has a special little rack with a special little light. he’s got a super green thumb.

reiner braun drinks protein shakes religiously. he pretty much sticks to a diet of shakes, meat, vegetables and rice. there are few times where he breaks his routine, usually just joining his friends for a night of drinking.

bertholdt hoover has a surprisingly high tolerance when it comes to weed and alcohol. at least that’s what it looks like on the outside. he’s pretty cool, calm and collected. nobody’s sure if he’s immune to being drunk, or if he’s too anxious about acting a fool to show any signs of inebriation.

annie leonhardt owns a german shepherd 100%. she’s had it since it was a pup and it’s one of the most well behaved dogs. they’re oddly similar in their mannerisms. bonus: it’s named marley.

pieck finger is the type of girl to sit on the floor. like, at all times. when she’s sad, she’ll lay down completely and just stare at the ceiling. it’s peaceful and it makes her feel relaxed.

porco galliard goes through an ungodly amount of hairgel. his hair is hard like those ballroom/ballet dancers in competitions. he has trouble growing facial hair.

zeke jaeger gets his weed flown to him from another state/country. it’s the best shit around. he’s also never home because he “runs a business.” always found with a blunt near by.

levi ackerman doesn’t like energy drinks or coffee. if he needs caffeine, he gets it from tea or some kind of health drink. he doesn’t understand how kids hearts don’t give out with all their monsters and red bulls.

erwin smith is so friendly despite his appearance. he finds joy in little things like a heads up penny or when the barista remembers his name/order. he’s a pretty easy going guy.

hange zoe breaks her glasses all the time. they either sit on them or step on them. it’s easy for them to lose their glasses because their room is a mess. books, papers, knick knacks everywhere.

my jean fic

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS AND EYES

scout: blue-raspberry blue. artificially blue. matches his energy drinks. uv reactive from the mass amounts of chemicals in his bonk. they glow (quite literally) when he’s planning some nefarious shit. narrow, and upturned. he always looks mischievous. blue like a neon sign. his eyes are probably brighter.

soldier: blue like a cloudless american morning babeyy. big fuckin eyeballs. there is not a flaw in the brilliance of the blue in his eyes, not a speck of green, nothing to break the unyielding blue. when his eyes are not wide with crazed bloodlust, he actually looks quite friendly. like a dog. a large dog with an extensive bite history.

pyro: they… are eyes. and they do… work. has an astigmatism. no peripheral vision at all. most everything in the real world is a blur to them and no, they don’t wear glasses, or contacts. their job hasn’t been harder without them, so it’s not something they see as necessary. if you look deep enough into the mask, you can tell the mask is looking back at you.

engineer: i’m gonna stand so tall when i say this. we do not have a canon eye color for engie, so i’m gonna say he is a member of the beautiful brown eyes committee. big doll eyes with dark, murky brown irises, like staring at an oil spill. they almost look out of place when he takes his goggles off. nobody expects to see two large pools of ink on his face, even as the sun hits them it’s just darkness. darkness and whirlpools and popped gas bubbles in the murk.

demo: the chapter president of the beautiful brown eye club. warm, like scotch and spices. has flecks of a bright copper within the iris, and a dark ring around it. got those eye freckles. such unimaginably long lashes, he’s so pretty when he’s looking up at you through them. the other socket is empty. he doesn’t see the point in having a glass eye. that doesn’t give him his sight back, just makes others feel better about themselves. prefers having eyepatches. has one in every color to match anything. the team is always taken aback when he wears a different colored eyepatch. and not to be biased… but they like him in red.

heavy: such a pale blue, it’s stunning. he’s got that husky issue sometimes where his teammates don’t want to approach him because he looks so mad. pale blue like the desperate search for the sky through a mist. pale blue like aquamarine. splashes of a soft, dull green just outside the pupil. downturned. wears reading glasses. they’re so light they generally take color from reflections in his eyes. they can look grey or hazel, even, really just depends on what he’s wearing.

medic: scarily brilliant blue. like electric blue like a lightning strike blue. the only thing that protects you from a horrific stare is his glasses. the glare from his glasses helps so much. has a dark blue ring around his iris that seeps into the main blue; which is icy. it just makes that icy blue brighter. if you look in his eyes too long you will get lost. the blues all start to swirl eventually. he’s got that husky syndrome bad. he always looks mischievous at best and downright terrifying at worst. his glasses don’t fit anymore, so if he gets jostled too much they fall off.

sniper: i will once again invite hardship into my life with this: snipes got hazel eyes. they are mainly, a pale green dominant hazel, with touches of amber near his pupils and the spattering of a dull blue on the outer edge. they almost look blue against the red, because it’s against the red of his uniform that you can tell his eyes aren’t entirely green. and with the blue of the opposing uniform, they look green, because you can tell they’re not entirely blue.

spy: member of the human-looking blue eyes club. dark, dull and flawed, specks of brassy green throughout the irises. normally half lidded because he is exhausted. also usually bloodshot. long, curled eyelashes. his canthal tilt is zero. his face is normally set very neutrally, so his eyes don’t make him look nefarious and distrustful. frankly he can’t hide anything behind his eyes. they’re very expressive when combined with his eyebrows.

[konnosaurus]

after all this time working on them, konno finally has humanisations!! just these guys for now but there will indeed be more to come. i've had so much fun with these so i hope that you guys like them :3 they Will be showing up alongside my engine stuff hehe!

i'm gonna stick some design notes under the cut in case anyone is interested!:

thomas:

actually the last of these i designed. as always, i find him Difficult, but i am happy with what i have done :3

the bracelet around his ankle was made by percy- james and percy also have them, just in different places. thomas doesn't like things around his wrists or arms in general (no tight sleeves, either!) so has his on his ankle!

originally the jacket was a non-zipped hoodie but it didn't feel Dynamic enough for him, so i decided to go for the open jacket look. it feels more active- perfect for the cheeky lad himself.

he does know how to tie his laces, he just Cannot Be Bothered.

edward:

this design came the most naturally. i didn't really have to do any second guessing or anything- edward is edward and he just felt like edward to me!

of these seven, he is the only one who wears glasses. he is NOT, however, the only one who needs glasses. gordon, james and emily should heed his advice and get some themselves (they will not.)

originally his trousers were going to be a much darker brown, but the lighter just felt a lot more old-man-comforting which i feel fits his pizazz better.

henry:

henry :3

henry is the sort of person to have a little bag that just contains like,, Anything that one could need in a situation. you require an item? henry has it!

the long skirt was initially alllll the way to the floor, but i wanted to show a bit of boot to make it just,, lightly more practical than a full floor-length one. it is a very swishy skirt.

henry has my favourite face/hair design of them all i just love how poofy the hair is and the little EXPRESSIONNNN!

gordon:

mr professionally dressed!

he wears old man shoes because i can't imagine gordon not wearing old man shoes even though he does not consider himself an old man. someone calls them old man shoes and he goes home and cries.

he's got some Muscle to him- beneath those sleeves he has got the p o w e r. also a bit of chink- not all that much, but he is noticably Wide as well as Tall.

james:

my favourite design for my favourite little lad!

i wanted him to be flashy but not Overly obnoxious- his vest is bright and his jewelry is dramatic but he also has some more muted colours. having a scheme is very important to him- the only thing that breaks it is the friendship bracelet from percy that he has on his wrist.

he has long boots because he would have long boots <3

the red strips in his hair are entirely just because he wants to be more red and more colour coordinated.

percy:

his trousers brush the floor because he is not the tallest and the ones he liked weren't quite the right lengths. so many people he knows could shorten them for him but he actually quite likes them like that.

percy gets freckles just because i wanted him to have them hehehe no other reasoning!

his green is a lot more yellowy and bright than henrys more dull and sappy greens, and his red is a lot deeper than henrys more pinky red.

his bag has his little friendship charm on the buckle. he doesn't wear it as a bracelet like thomas or james do- it stays on his bag because he loves his bag and is never without it.

emily:

despite her engine being a dark green, her main outfit piece (the dungarees) is a lighter green. this is Entirely just because i liked how it looked better.

her boots have detailing meant to be like her great race livery!

emily had one of the easiest outfits for me to design- she just feels like a dungaree sort of gal to me, and i just worked from there! the little gold patterns on her dungaree pocket are meant to reflect the big ol wheel pattern on the stirling single.

and there we have it!

[kaylarcreates]

✨Evelyn "Eve" Fairfax Lore Post✨

°˖✧Intro✧˖°

Evelyn "Eve" Fairfax is my own character/self insert for Welcome Home. I created her to be placeholder for Y/N but with a bit of my own incorporated traits. She's shy, creative, anxious, loyal, honest, and quite level-headed (unless her protective instincts kick in)

Evelyn Fairfax is originally a human that lived in the real world...a fresh-out-of-college person dedicated to creativity and nostalgia. Her favorite show ever since she was a child was Welcome Home, which she often watched with her grandmother.

But within a certain mystery that contained her childhood treehouse and the "It's For You" telephone she got for her birthday one year, she was suddenly transported to the world of Welcome Home...with a new form. A puppet form.

°˖✧Design✧˖°

Eve was designed to look like a Y/N-esque character with an ambiguous look that still represented her human form. I also designed her with a fem-leaning androgynous look, kinda tomboy-esque, although she's very petite in her puppet form. Her orange hoodie is meant to compliment Wally's blue cardigan, and her green shoes are meant to compliment Wally's red ascot.

Her human form is kind of similar to my look? Except she doesn't wear glasses and has more freckles than I do. That was a stylistic choice so that she's still her own character even though she's my self-insert.

Oh and also I chose the name Eve for obvious reasons 😏But gave her the full name "Evelyn Fairfax" to keep her unique.

°˖✧Personality✧˖°

Eve's personality is also like myself in a way: Creative, quiet, determined, anxious, awkward, nervous, shy, and kind-hearted. She's someone who has trouble with crowds and turns as red as a tomato when she's flirted with by a crush. She's also someone who stays determined despite her flaws and loyal towards her friends, especially Wally. She's also honest and doesn't use mind games to get what she wants. (She often gets annoyed when others do that. It drives her crazy)

She's also someone to get really protective over those she cares about. Wally mostly. She'll go ape if someone tries to hurt him.

°˖✧Relationships✧˖°

Eve gets along pretty well with the neighborhood. Her closest friends are Wally and Barnaby. She mostly hangs out with them.

Eve's best friend is Wally. He was her childhood favorite and has grown to still be her favorite. Besides them being best friends, the two also have feelings for each other. Wally's a bit more open about his feelings, even though he's still trying to understand romance. Meanwhile, Eve struggles with her feelings, mainly because she's anxious and bashful when it comes to romance. Besides her crush on Wally, Eve also cares for Wally immensely to the point where she gets anxious and overthinks about his happiness and safety. Wally is the one that helps anchor her when she spirals.

With the other neighbors, Eve sees them as casual friends. She enjoys Julie's imagination, Frank's intelligence, Poppy's gentle nature, Eddie's hard-working demeanor, and conversations with Howdy.

The only neighbor that Eve doesn't think too highly of is Sally. Since they met, Sally keeps thinking that Eve is a big fan of her and is pretty touchy with Eve, which makes the latter uncomfortable. Their personalities also clash, since Sally is loud, dramatic, and boisterous and Eve is shy, quiet, and doesn't like to draw attention to herself. However, Eve is still cordial towards Sally and means no ill will towards her.

°˖✧Miscellaneous Info✧˖°

Graphic Design and Illustration major at her college, Yverre Nostradam University (Her college's initials are Y.N.....totally not a coincidence 😏)

Lives with her mom. Her parents have been divorced since she was three years old. Her father is no longer in her life because her weekend stay was the worst in her life. His ableist attitude put Eve through mental abuse, going as far as nearly destroying Eve's comfort toy (A Wally Darling plushie). Her mother and grandmother rescued her, the plushie was recovered, and the family arrested and cut ties with that maniac.

Her grandmother, Katrina Fairfax, used to work on the set of Welcome Home, and thus allowed Eve to grow up with the show through VHS tapes. They were very close...(read more of Katrina in Secret Ties and Prying Eyes)

Eve is autistic.

Eve is asexual.

Eve is TERRIFIED of bees. She flinches every time a bee flies in her face. Frank likes to tease Eve because of that.

Eve loves stuffed animals. Her favorite is her childhood Wally Darling plush.

Eve loves animals. If you were to ask if Eve prefers dogs or cats, she wouldn't be able to choose.

Eve was homeschooled.

[masamasaibk]

A list of disorganised Ibuki HCs for my own personal pleasure:

- Has ADHD

- Skin gets tan very easily. And since he's quite the outdoorsy person, he has tan lines all the time, even in winter. Turns a few shades darker in summer like a roasted chicken

- also gets freckles on his cheeks, shoulders & arms in summer

- Very bad internal clock. Forgets to eat, drink, sleep if he's focused on something (=practicing.)

- Even worse during Galaxy because of the absence of day/night cycles and the dark room which simulates daylight all the time. He could stay locked there for hours and not notice it

- Super good memory. Makes him good at school subjects that rely heavily on memory like history and geography

- Sucks at other subjects (and doesn't care)

- typical ADHD-related sleep issues (or at least I think it's typical? I based it on mine lmao): is often more awake at night. Mind racing, can't shut his thoughts up, can't stay still. Because of that: takes a long time falling asleep, wakes up often, cannot for the life of him sleep more than 3 hours in a row. Light sleeper at night, heavy sleeper when he naps during the day

- which means he has kind of given up on sleeping full nights and prefers to take several naps a day instead

- Hair & eyes colors are natural

- The spiky lines in his eyes are pupil malformations. Had it since birth, means that he has horrible eyesight. Wears contacts all the time, has glasses but doesn't like wearing them

- he wears them in the morning / evening after showering, no one ever sees him wearing them. They're the typical basic bitch glasses that everyone wore in the 2010's. Those big, thick, black, almost squarish frames, yk? And, personal note: he looks hella good wearing them

- Actually a good cook! He learned when he was young because of his bad family situation (but that's a story for later)

- Cooks mean breakfasts >:)

- Spaces out during conversations that don't directly concern him. Definition of "no thoughts head empty only ⛹️‍♂️"

- which means he often asks what's the conclusion of the conversation when it's over. Like "okay so what does it mean in the end???" which leads people to believe he's quite airheaded (he is a little, but he also just wasn't listening. Like. Ever.)

- People take a glance at him and believe that he is your typical middle school bully / jerk

- Actually a pretty chill guy if you don't underestimate, insult, or disrespect him (the way both Shindou & Shinsuke did at first). Doesn't get angry as easily as you'd think as long as you're, like, decent to him

- Never got in a physical fight

- Doesn't like too sugary / sweet things

- Probably some sort of eating disorder. He likes eating, does it with much enthusiasm when he does, but there are some moments when he just doesn't feel like eating and he really can't force himself. Either swallows his whole plate in two bites or skips the meal altogether

- Honest to a fault. Cannot lie to save his life. Super bold, no tact, no filter

- Uses cheap, "manly", 5-in-one, toxic green shower gels. Perfect skin and hair nevertheless because that's how unfair he is

- It isn't shown in the series because of his goalkeeper role, but he can actually run very fast! 3rd fastest person on the team after Matatagi and Tenma

- Pretty agile too, good body balance, strong arms & legs, quick reflexes; almost as dexterous as Kariya despite his height

- overall 10/10 physical skills. The same can't be said about his creative and intellectual skills though...

- but that's because he spends 95% of his awake time practicing lmao. Can't sit still on a chair or lie still in a bed. Don't ever try to make him read a book

- can either be the worst or the best listener on earth. There's no predicting which one it'll be. He'll either listen to all of your yapping and remember every tiny detail or not hear a single word you say

Will surely add more later on cause I spend my whole days thinking of him :D

[wannabanghwang]

~Pillowtalk

was fighting demons for 2 months over whether or not to post this cause it’s kinda unfinished

Summary : hyunjin and Felix are models, and when they come over after a shoot a messy, hot threesome ensues followed by a whole bunch of fun sex related pillow talk that I loved writing (self indulgent)

Word count : 4.7k

Warnings : substance use, sex under the influence, unprotected sex, blowjobs, handjobs, all the jobs, bunch of dirty talk, mlm themes yup

Without further a due…

You were already a little drunk when you sent Hyunjin the message, two wine glasses deep as you hit send.

“Do you guys wanna come by my place after your shoot?”

You drag your hand through your long dark hair, letting your head fall back against the couch as the strap of your white silk slip slides down your shoulder. You tilt your head to look out the tall window of your apartment. The final few remnants of sunlight cling to the sky as the night creeps in. The sky is a blueish gray and there’s a slight chill in the air that makes you shiver as your phone dings.

“sure thing. want us to bring a line or two?” The reply reads. You smile slightly as you type.

“Pretty please if you can.”

“got u ;) see u soon lix says hi.” You smile, dropping your phone on the couch next to you. It was far from a habit, the drugs, but those two had a way of loosening you up every so often. They were much more accustomed to it than you, using it as a way to cope with their restrictive diets and packed schedules. When Felix texted you that they were on their way, a familiar nervous excitement filled your body. Them coming over was hardly new, but it never failed to make you jittery in anticipation. A while later you hear Felix’s rhythmic knock on your door. You grin, jumping up off the couch to let them in.

“Hi.” You say coyly as they step inside.

“Hi.” Hyunjin smirks, kissing your cheek as he snakes a hand around your waist.

You giggle, leaning into his touch.

“I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long.” Felix says, sliding his shoes off.

“Of course not.” You reply, using the moment to really take them in. The sharp lines of Hyunjins features and jaw. His long, jet black hair was tied half up, strands falling perfectly to frame his face. He wears a sheer black button up, adorned with lacy roses, complimenting his milky white skin. Felix looked so opposite, everything about him soft and angelic. The dusting of freckles across his pale cheeks, his white blonde hair and big brown eyes. He’s wearing a light green cashmere sweater that makes him look like a fairy. They trail behind you as you walk into the living room, dropping onto the floor next to the glass coffee table. Hyunjin across from you on the couch while Felix moves to sit next to you on the carpet. Hyunjin pulls a little baggie full of white powder from his pocket, shaking the contents around with a grin before tipping them onto the table.

“Hey google, play room on spotify.” Felix half shouts, having been around enough to have his voice connected to your sound system. A slow, sensual song starts to echo from the surrounding speakers.

“Setting the mood huh?” Hyunjin grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Felix as he leans over his spread legs, reaching out his hand. Felix wordlessly hands him his black card, which he then uses to cut even lines for each of you. Hyunjin leans forward, dropping to his knees and tugging his hair back as he snorts his line. He grunts, throwing his head back and pinching his nose to prevent it from bleeding.

“Fuck.” He curses, shaking his head before sitting back down on the couch with a lazy grin.

“God, I'll never get tired of watching you do that.” You say, ogling him shamelessly, your jaw wide.

“Makes two of us.” Felix agrees, neither of you taking your eyes off Hyunjin who smiles at the praise, sinking back into the couch as he spreads his legs further.

“You two are so cute.” He coos, his eyes sparkling as they gloss over.

Felix’s hand rubs up and down your back as you take yours, whimpering a little when you finish, harshly wiping your nose.

“Agh.” You shake your head, scrunching your face, far less accustomed to the practice than the men before you. Felix giggles, leaning down in turn to snort his. He wipes his nose, grinning as he looks at you, his gaze flickering shamelessly to your plump pink lips. You grin, knowing exactly what he wants, more than happy to give it to him. Your fingers find his chin, bringing him ever so slightly forward enough for your lips to meet. You part your lips, eagerly letting his tongue explore your mouth. He pulls you forward so you’re on top of him straddling his lap, your knees digging into the soft carpet on either side of his thighs. The warm feeling inside you feels like it’s bubbling as you start subconsciously grinding against the growing tent in his tight pants.

“Okay now.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, getting up from the couch. “You two done yet or what?” He grins, cocking his head in the direction of your bedroom. You quickly rise from Felix’s lap, hopping onto his back as he stands. He carries you to your room, your legs locked tightly around his waist, one of your hands linked to Hyunjins, who follows closely behind as you giggle. Felix drops you on the bed, rolling on top of you, your laughter echoing in the clouded daze. Hyunjin looms, standing at the edge of the bed, watching you guys with an amused expression. You playfully stick your foot out, pressing it against the semi forming in his pants. He grins down as Felix shuffles to sit on the edge of the bed in front of Hyunjin, eye to eye with the bulge in his pants. You follow suit quickly, sitting behind Felix, wrapping your arm around his waist as you softly slide your fingers underneath his sweater. Felix reaches up to slowly undo Hyunjins belt, letting it hang with a click. Hyunjin finishes the job, sliding it off in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor with a clink. Felix starts to unzip his pants before Hyunjins hand finds his head, stopping him.

“Take this off.” He breathes, a cool, sultry air in his tone as he tugs on Felix’s sweater. You help him pull it over his head, letting it fall to the floor, discarded alongside Hyunjins belt. You leave sweet kisses on the warm skin of his back and up his neck as he shivers. When he gets Hyunjins pants undone, he carefully undoes each button of his shirt, the loose, sheer material flowing at his sides. Felix’s hands wander shamelessly over the milky skin of Hyunjins toned, slim abdomen. He licks a stripe below Hyunjins navel with a grin as his fingers slip into his waistband. Hyunjins stomach flexes subconsciously as he grips Felix’s hair with a grunt. Felix tugs his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, hitting his stomach. Precum beads at the tip, spilling onto his soft skin. Your mouth waters a little at the sight of him. Hyunjins cock is just like him, long, slim and way prettier than it needs to be. Unable to resist, you sit up on your high knees, reaching over Felix’s shoulder to grab hold of his length. His slender eyes stay narrowed as he watches you squeeze him, pumping him up and down slowly as before using your thumb to gather the precum from his tip. His lips part in awe as he watches you suck the sticky substance from your fingers with a smirk, returning to sit behind Felix.

“That was so fucking hot,” he grins, “you gonna do better than that Lix?” He teases, his thumb

tracing the blonde boy’s lips.

“He wishes, he can’t suck dick for shit.” You tease, poking Felix in the side.

“You can’t be talking, you have the worst gag reflex I’ve ever seen!” He retorts, turning his head to face you, laughing.

“It’s not even that bad.” You retort, rolling your eyes. “What do you think? It’s usually your dick anyway.” You say, turning your attention to Hyunjin as you raise your eyebrows suggestively.

“I dunno…maybe I need a memory refresher first…” he smirks teasingly, cupping Felix’s jaw to put himself in his mouth.

He groans, sliding slowly into Felix’s mouth, tangling his fingers in his blonde hair. You take this as a sign to start kissing Felix’s neck, your nails raking up and down his abdomen. You drag open mouthed kisses along his shoulders and back, your hand trailing to find the bulge in his pants.

“Off.” You mumble, tugging on the waistband as you suck in his neck. He pulls his head back briefly, releasing Hyunjin’s cock with a wet pop as it hits his stomach. You help Felix out of his pants and boxers quickly, leaving them to pool around one of his ankles as he sits back down.

“Why am I the naked one right now?” He questions, an innocent smile in his voice.

“We like you like this!” You giggle, pressing a kiss to his pink cheek.

“Yes we do.” Hyunjin smirks, his eyes raking up and down Felix’s body, who blushes further, the tips of his ears turning pink. Felix’s hand finds Hyunjins thigh, kneading the hard muscle as he licks a stripe up Hyunjins length. Meanwhile, you drag your hand down Felix’s abs, grabbing hold of his length. He groans around Hyunjins cock, who in turn mumbles a string of strangled curse words. You start to stroke him slowly, using his precum as lube. The following few minutes are a filthy mess of sounds. A mixture of groans, curse words and wet sounds fill the room, mingling with the slow, sensual music playing in the background. Felix pulls his head back, lulling it against your shoulder. A string of saliva connects his swollen pink lips to the tip of Hyunjins cock.

“Gonna cum, ‘s okay, don’t stop.” He mumbles, his eyes falling closed as he presses his face into your neck.

You keep your strokes steady, squeezing him every so often at the tip. He spreads his legs further, leaning up against you. You and Hyunjin make eye contact, smirking as he whines. You feel him twitch in your hand as a breathy “fuck” leaves his throat. White ropes of cum paint his belly and your hand, all three of your eyes falling to the rapid rise and fall of his stomach. You fall back onto the bed, pulling Felix with you. He’s panting as he sits up onto his elbows, opening his eyes. You stick your finger into a puddle of the cum coating his stomach, swirling it around.

“Ah fuck.” He says, shaking his head with a grin on his face.

“Lix, sit up against the bed frame.” Hyunjin says, gesturing towards it. He obeys shuffling backwards until his back hits the wood, stacking a few pillows behind him for comfort. Hyunjin walks around the side of the bed until he’s standing next to you and Felix before shedding his pants and boxers.

“You have such a cute butt.” You say, grinning as you watch him in the closet mirror behind him.

“I do not have a cute butt!” He says, shuffling to avoid being in the reflection.

“You totally have a cute butt.” You reach out to give it a smack but he catches your wrist in his hand, ruffling your hair.

“Shhh.” He grins, rolling his eyes in reply.

“C'mon take this off.” He says, tugging at the material of your silk slip. You pull it over your head, the chilly air hitting your bare skin. Hyunjin strokes his thumb over your hard nipple, cupping your breasts with his big hands.

“Those too.” He adds, looking at your lacy underwear. Hyunjin climbs over, joining Felix in the middle of the bed. He settles in between his legs on his knees with his back pressed to Felix’s chest.

“Cmere.” He smirks, raising his eyebrows as he taps his inner thigh between his spread legs. The fact that he’s still wearing the sheer, lacy black button up is ridiculously sexy for some reason. One side is hanging off his shoulder, the fabric pooling around his soft pale skin. His cock is flushed and rock hard against his belly, drooling precum onto the skin. You eagerly crawl over, your knees on either side of their thighs, hovering over Hyunjin’s cock. You kiss him first, his mouth opening to welcome your tongue immediately. Kissing Hyunjin is different from kissing Felix. Felix is gentle, it’s sweet and soft. Kissing Hyunjin is dirty, it’s a messy blur of lips and tongue, your salivas mixing as he bites your bottom lip. You grind down against his cock, the pressure feels delicious against your clit. You pull away from the kiss, tilting your head over his shoulder to kiss Felix. Hyunjins lips find your neck as you do this, whispering into your ear.

“Mm good girl, use me,” he purrs, his big hands finding your waist, helping you move against him. You moan into the kiss with Felix, pulling away and letting your head drop against Hyunjins bare shoulder.

“Can you cum like this before you ride me?” He whispers, sin laden in his tone.

You whimper a small “mhm” in response, grinding your hips desperately against his cock.

You wouldn’t normally be able to come like this, at least not this quickly, but something about the drugs in your system intensified every single nerve inside you, making you hornier and more desperate than you would ever be otherwise. He rolls his agile hips against you in time with your own needy thrusts. You feel the familiar heat pooling between your legs as you move against him faster, whining with each thrust.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming,” you whimper in his ear, your mouth wide open in ecstasy, drooling a little onto the warm skin of Hyunjins shoulder.

When your orgasm hits you it hits you hard, you’re panting, mumbling words that vaguely sound like Hyunjins name. He pulls you flush against him while he helps you ride out your high. You collapse against his chest, your sweaty skin sticking together as you try to calm your ragged breathing. You sit back, pressing your hands to his bare chest as you flip your hair back over your head.

“You’re so fucking hot it’s stupid.” You smile breathlessly, gazing in awe at Hyunjin. He smiles, looking down.

One thing you loved about Hyunjin was that he knew how desirable he was, but he didn’t let it get to his head. He carried himself with an air of casual confidence that was just so attractive. He simply owns the sexual power he knows he has. When he wants something, he doesn’t just know how to get it, he knows how to make you want to give it to him. Hyunjin reaches back to caress Felix’s head, who peppers kisses against his neck and jaw in return. You sit up, grabbing hold of his length with one hand, the other on his half clothed shoulder to steady yourself. You align him with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his cock. He curses followed by a shallow grunt, letting his head fall back against Felix’s shoulder. You start to ride him slowly and shallowly, still trying to get used to his size inside of you. Fucking Hyunjin is also different from fucking Felix. Fucking Felix is usually slow, intimate and careful. Hyunjin on the other hand…

You two have a history. A long one. One full of breakups, arguments, parties, hookups, drugs, drunk texts and a whole lot of sex. You know each other's bodies better than you know your own at this point, your body endlessly receptive to Hyunjins touch. His eyes are glued to the spot where your bodies are joined, watching his length disappear inside of you over and over. His big hand comes to grip your waist tightly, guiding you up and down. The other finds your thigh, stroking it softly in tune with your movements. He rolls his hips expertly, his cock hitting that perfect one spot again and again as you ride him. You’re moaning, tangling your fingers in his hair as you kiss and bite his neck, trying to get as close as humanly possible. It’s dirty, your skin is sticky with cum and sweat, your hair is a mess, there are hands all over your bodies, Hyunjins, yours, Felix’s, grasping at every inch of bare skin. Hyunjin gazes up at you with big, fucked out doe eyes. A smirk finds his lips as he drags his tongue slowly over his teeth. He takes the hand holding your thigh and grabs one of yours off his shoulder, bringing it down to rest on your tummy. He pushes your hand down as he fucks into you, willing himself

deeper.

“Can you feel me here baby? Feel all of me?” He questions teasingly as you gasp, moaning.

“Yes, so,” you breathe, “fucking big.” You whine.

He’s hitting that one spot so deep inside of you it almost hurts, but the ache feels so good.

“I’m gonna cum.” Hyunjin groans breathlessly, letting his head fall back against Felix’s shoulder, who purrs, dragging his fingers up and down the sweaty skin of Hyunjin’s abs.

“You gonna let me cum inside you pretty? Hm?” He says, his eyes meeting yours as he lifts his head slightly.

All you can do is nod and mumble in response, moving against him faster and faster as you chase your high.

“Mmm,” he half chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

“Just like that, just like that, don't stop.” You mumble over and over.

A few more thrusts and Hyunjin is gripping your waist, holding you down as he fucks into you. You can feel the warm spurts of his release inside you as he shudders, cursing and groaning while Felix kisses his neck. You’re all breathing hard as Hyunjin slowly loosens his grip on your waist, the marks from his fingers sure to leave faint bruises. He laughs a breathy laugh as you sit up onto your high knees, sliding off of him as his softening cock lies flush against his belly. You flop down onto the bed, crawling to settle in between them both. For a few moments you all lay panting side by side. The room smells like sex and Hyunjins fingers toy with the stickiness between your legs. You push up onto your elbows, leaning down to either side to softly plant a kiss on either boy's shoulders before lying back down between them.

“I wanna hear some stories.” You say matter of factly, your eyes on the ceiling.

“What kind of stories?” Felix asks.

“Sex stories. Funny ones, hot ones, embarrassing ones…up to you guys.” you reply.

“Hmm.” Felix mumbles, adjusting himself to rest on his hands behind his head.

“I need a prompt first.” Says Hyunjin.

“Okay, the best orgasm you've ever had.” You reply after a brief moment of thought.

“That’s so hard,” Hyunjin says, contemplating. “That one time, after I cut my hair, like the undercut,” he starts. “When I came home and surprised you with it you sucked me off for like an hour and wouldn’t let me cum, but when you finally did I was convinced I actually saw heaven.”

“Oh my god I remember that, that was like, one of the sexiest hairstyles you’ve ever had.” You reply fondly, tucking a long black strand behind his ear. “This ones pretty sexy too, I will say.”

He grins, reaching over you to poke Felix in the side. “What about you Lix?” He questions.

“To be honest I think it was the first time I ever tried coke, after that one half naked shoot with the blue curtain fabric thing.” He chuckles, pointing to Hyunjin who also laughs at the memory.

“We went to this party after a shoot and one of the other models ended up coming back with Hyunjin and I to our room. She cut a few lines and those two did them no problem and then they looked at me kinda like “what are you waiting for” and I had to tell them I’d never tried it. My nose started bleeding and I was so embarrassed, but Hyunjin just wiped it off while she went down on me. I was so disoriented but it felt so good and I came so hard.” Felix blushes, wincing slightly as he smiles.

“We ended up fucking while Lix just kind of sat at the table half watching half knocked out.” Hyunjin giggles, ruffling the blonde boy's hair.

“What about you?” Felix says, turning his attention to you.

“Hmm,” you say, mulling it over in your head. “I went on a trip for two weeks with my girl friends and I didn’t touch myself once the entire time, so when I got back he went down on me for ages, I think I came three times.” You blush, shyly covering your face as Hyunjin laughs.

His fingers paint shapes on your belly with his own cum, collecting it from between your thighs before trailing it up and over your navel.

“How did you two even start the whole threesome thing together?” You question curiously, “I can’t believe I’ve never asked this before.” You add, kind of shocked.

“Welll…” Felix starts, trailing off with a laugh as him and Hyunjin make eye contact.

Hyunjin winces slightly, rubbing his eyes. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Like a long one.” Felix adds.

“It’s okay, we’ve got time.” You shrug. “Plus, I wanna hear it now.”

“Okay, well in highschool we were pretty close, we danced under the same company for years and we hung out sometimes.” Felix starts. “I kind of had a crush on him cause like…well, look at him.” He adds, grinning as you both turn to look at Hyunjin who smiles as a blush creeps up his cheeks.

“But at that time I wasn’t even entirely sure of my own sexuality, let alone Hyunjins, and every time we talked he’d be on about some girl he was hooking up with or seeing, so I kinda figured there was no chance there.” Felix continues, looking between you both.

“I was kind of a slut in highschool.” Hyunjin deadpans, looking at you before Felix continues.

“But this one night he slept over at my house cause my parents were out of town and we got talking while we smoked a joint. We were sitting on the roof outside of my room and he asked me if I’d ever kissed a guy, I said yes and then asked him if he ever had. He said no, but he would, which kinda took me by surprise. The next time I passed him the joint he blew smoke into my mouth and then kissed me and to this day it was one of the hottest fucking things someone’s ever done to me.” Felix smirks, looking at Hyunjin who chastely kisses his knuckles as he winks.

“That story is both so cute and so sexy. I'm intrigued, do tell me more.” You say, grinning as you cuddle up to Hyunjin, both of your eyes on Felix.

“High School was a little wild, but it was tame compared to Uni.” Hyunjin begins, continuing the story. “I was also kind of a slut in Uni. Especially first year.” He adds, making Felix laugh.

“We kind of just experimented a lot.” Felix adds, shrugging.

“Then in Uni, I had this girl over in my dorm cause I thought Lix wouldn’t be back until later, but he walked in at like 10 pm cause some girl spilled her drink on him and he had to change. It was actually her idea, she asked me if I thought he’d wanna join and I said it had never occurred to me but sure. I called down the hall and was like “Yo come here!” Hyunjin laughs, throwing his head back.

Before he can continue, Felix interjects. “Just to reiterate that is actually what he said.” He says with a wide eyed smile, reaching his hand over at Hyunjin as he speaks.

“That is the least sexy proposition I’ve maybe ever heard?” You say teasingly, laughing alongside them both.

“You and me both.” Felix grins, rolling his eyes as he continues the story. “I went into his room to see what he wanted and this girl was literally on her knees in front of him and he just casually goes “come here” so I was like…okay.” He says, shrugging with a small laugh. “We kissed for a bit and then, well I dunno, I was kinda drunk to be honest but we all fucked around for awhile until she left. Then we kinda just started doing it from time to time, usually after parties until he introduced me to you.” He finishes with a wink and a gentle poke to your side.

“My pretty girl.” Hyunjin grins, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I have one,” Felix continues, sitting up onto his elbows. “What’s the story of your first time?”

This makes Hyunjin laugh and you cringe at the memory.

“It was so bad.” You whine, dragging your hands over your face. “I was in highschool, I think I was 15 and I lost it to my first real boyfriend. He came over one day while my parents weren’t home and we were messing around and he asked if I wanted to have sex and I was like sure. It hurt like a bitch and he came in like 30 seconds and then asked me if I finished. I didn’t.” You say rolling your eyes and sighing as you flop back down.

Felix laughs. “Having sex in highschool makes you feel so grown up and mature until you get older and realize how bad the sex you were having actually was.”

This makes you and Hyunjin both laugh. “Cheers to that.” He replies, throwing his head back.

“I lost mine to my pre calc tutor when I was in like grade eleven. She was two years older than me and to be honest it was great.” Hyunjin says, grinning as he wiggles his eyebrows. “I was on the verge of failing because I was practicing so much I didn’t have time for most of my schoolwork. I also just hated my pre calc teacher. They got me a tutor from one of the colleges and she was smoking hot. My grades actually did get better after a few sessions but I honestly only remember the one where she asked me if I’d ever gotten head and I said yes and then she asked me if I had ever had sex and I said no. She asked me if I wanted to and being the sixteen year old boy I was, I said yes. It was awesome, no regrets, great first time.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “I wonder if she thought it was as great as you did.” Which makes Felix chuckle.

“Definitely not.” Hyunjin grins, folding his arms behind his head. “This is fun, give us more.”

“Hm, okay,” you think, “what’s a kink you have or something that turns you on?”

“How much time do you have?” Hyunjin jokes, cocking his eyebrow.

“I like getting my hair pulled.” Felix says, grinning.

“Mmmm.” Hyunjin hums in agreement. “Hurts so good.”

“I think seeing and feeling the bulge when we fuck is the hottest thing in the universe, like it makes me wanna cum on the spot.” You whine, twirling a lock of Hyunjins hair as you look back and forth between them.

“I like that too, sometimes I actually have to try not to cum on the spot.” Hyunjin replies, grinning. “I’m kind of into recording now? I’ve jerked off to the video of you giving me head at least 10 times. It's amazing.” He winks at you. “Guys, let's make a sex tape. Please.” He whines, wiggling his eyebrows at Felix.

“With what?” He raises his eyebrows, amused.

“I have an old camcorder.” Hyunjin grins as Felix rolls his eyes.

“I dunno…sounds pretty adventurous.” He replies teasingly, his eyebrows raised.

“Being in front of a camera is hardly adventurous for either of you.” You snort

“Ok but fucking in front of one is.” Felix retorts, playfully smacking you on the shoulder.

“I’ll bring it next time we come over.” Hyunjin winks, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Felix’s shoulder.

[beanieable]

It’s time for TMNT headcanons again!

Here’s the first post I made a while ago.

This has been in my drafts for a few months now, so have at it.

2003

Donnie went down a deep rabbit hole on the multiverse after Turtles Forever. Raph had to listen to him talk about and eventually drag him away form the whole thing every time.

Leo and Mikey have spots under their eyes. They’re a lighter shade of green than their scales. You can’t see them usually because of their masks.

In turn, Raph and Donnie have spots on the palm of their hands. Donnie on his left, Raph on his right. If they hold hands the spots over lap. The spots look like little hearts.

Raph and Donnie are twins. Change my mind. The og disaster twins. They walked to Rise disaster twins could run.

2012

Puppy dog eyes work wonders on Leo. All his brothers use it against him, even Raph.

Raph has a heart shaped spot in his shoulder. Donnie has one to match him on his neck.

(Jonatello) Casey kisses the heart spot on Donnie’s neck a lot. He loves doing that.

Leo actually has some faint freckles like Mikey. They just faded out as he got older. If they stay at the farmhouse long enough in summer and go out in day time, they’ll be more visible.

Raph and Donnie are twins. Anger Management Duo my beloved. As the middle children with anger issues they were in time out a lot and one day just decided they were twins.

They made Mikey think they have twin thelepahy. He still believes it years later. Leo believed it for a hot minute too.

They solely became twins to spite their brothers. Mikey was obsessed with the idea of twins for a bit and Leo thought it’s cool too. While Raph and Donnie didn’t really care for the idea, Leo and Mikey got them stuck in time out. Mikey pranked them, they wanted revenge and Leo snitched. Mikey and Leo can’t have a twin if the middle children are twins. 😈

Rise

Donnie and Leo need glasses. But only Donnie wore them when they were kids. Nowadays they mostly wear contacts but they do wear their glasses often too. Mainly when they’re at home.

All four brothers the same happy stim. They wag their tails. I wrote a fic where I included that. Here. But basically it started like this, when Raph was just a normal turtle he found wagging his tail fun and just did it. Then the twins can along and copied him and then Mikey copied them as well. And despite their mutation it just stayed.

Raph turning savage is not really a thing anymore post Season 2 finale. The turtles can feel each others ninpo and knowing his brothers are always with him in a way helps keep his separation anxiety in check. It might still happen but it’s also easier to snap him out of it now.

The turtles are bilingual. They know English and Japanese. Obviously Leo also knows Spanish. They spoke more Japanse growing up, until they met April. They also taught April Japanese. Cassandra is Latina/Korean and knows English, Spanish and Korean as her native languages but learned Japanese when she joined the Foot. CJ knows all four languages, always has. In the bad timeline Cass only spoke Korean with him, April only English, Leo only Spanish and Raph only Japanese. Mikey and Donnie spoke both English and Japanese with him.

Medic Leo. But also, full blown doctor Leo. After the movie he, with Draxums help, got a doctorate degree in the Hidden City.

As much as Leo enjoys being a doctor and fixing people he’s also very interested in dissecting things. He almost dissected Warren once. Raph stopped him. But no one knows if he’ll try doing it again. Spoiler: he will.

Older twin Donnie supremacy here. That said, he may be second oldest but he has no authority over the other two.

Tales/MM

Donnie got April into K-Dramas. They watch them together.

The reason Raph is missing a tooth is Mikey. Mikey accidentally knocked him over the head with his nunchucks and Raph stumbled into a pole. Then he tooth was gone.

Mikey is the medic in this one. I just thought it’d be cool since he he seemed pretty interested in it during the mechazoid arc.

[st4rluvrr]

Her

 ☆ “we can do whatever you want. you can fuck me in the back of your car"

synopsis: you meet ellie in a bar and have sex with her in her car. based on 'her' by chase atlantic.

wordcount: 3.6k

warnings: 18+, daddy issues, mentions of alcohol, sub!top ellie, dom!bottom reader, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding (ellie!receiving) strap-on-sex (r!receiving), nipple play, tit sucking, hickeys, very little after care, little angst, ellie begging, let me know if i've missed anything

author note: okay so this if my first time writing smut so I hope it's good. i rushed the ending and there was meant ot be a scene where reader eats out ellie but i got too tired. so maybe next time. i'm not sure if there is a part 2 to this, if i think of something i'll write it. hope you like it :)

“I’m gonna get another drink. Want anything?” You asked your friend, and she waves you off, too engrossed with the man next to her. It was part of the reason you had finished your drink so quickly. The other was that you wanted to get drunk. You needed to after the week you had.

Your dad had tried to contact you, spilling some rubbish apology on why he left when you were young. And you didn’t plan to forgive him after everything he did while in your life. But that didn’t stop him from leaving you like hundred voicemails. You had no idea how he even got your number in the first place, but you couldn’t block him either. He always kept his number private, making it impossible to make the calls stop.

You weaved around the bar, swimming between the bodies. The bar was packed with people standing in each corner of the bar. The heat was suffocating, surrounding you from each angle. It was making your hair stick slightly to your neck. You ran a hand along your neck, pulling the hair from it.

You push through the crowds until you are at the front of the bar, and people knock into the back of you, pushing you against the wood. You stand on the top of your toes to try and get the bartender's attention, rocking back and forth on your heels while waiting for someone to notice you.

“What do you want?” A voice comes from your left. It’s smooth and runs along your ears like caramel.

“What?” You ask, hardly hearing your voice of the music.

“What drink do you want?” They ask again, patiently waiting for your answer.

You finally look over at them. Her hair was short, barely reaching her shoulders. She had half of it tied in a knot, small pieces falling and framing her face. Her face was littered with freckles, and you wanted to join them to see what constellations they would make. She was wearing a plaid shirt over a white wifebeater. She has the sleeves rolled up, showing off her tattoo that wrapped around her forearm. You wanted to trace the leaves with your finger.

You look back up at her face quickly, not wanting to be caught checking her out. The smirk on her lips tells you you have been caught, her green eyes scanning up and down your body.

“Tequila,” You say, staring into her eyes. You seemed to be caught in a trance, the words stuck on your tongue.

“Two tequila shots, please?” She gets the bartender's attention quickly, giving your order, and the bartender places two shot glasses in front of you as well as salt and lime.

She pushes one shot over to you, looking you in the eye while she licks the back of her hand. You can only imagine what that would feel like somewhere else. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach.

You grab a pinch of salt, sprinkling it over the wet stop on her hand. She licks her lips as she watches you lick the back of your hand. You lick the salt off the back of your hand and down the shot, feeling the liquid burn the back of your throat. You watch her throat bob as she swallows the liquid.

You can feel the alcohol warm your stomach, making the blood rush to your cheek. You can see the red colour spreading on her own cheeks as she pushes the sleeves of her shirt further up her arms.

“I’m Ellie,” She says, and you return with your name.

Whether it is the alcohol finally hitting your system or the need for something good, you nod your head toward the exit, “Wanna go somewhere cooler?”

“Yeah,” She says, slightly breathless like she is shocked by your question. As if she didn’t expect you to be that forward. You grab her hand, pulling her through the array of bodies. Her skin feels warm under your hand as her finger interlock with hers.

The cool breeze hits you immediately, blowing back your hair slightly. The sound of the overbearing music dampens the second the door shuts behind her. You feel clearer out in the air and you can finally think, your thought no longer lost in the music.

And you hate it. You came here to lose yourself for a moment, to forget everything and just breathe. You don’t let yourself dwell on it for too long cause you can feel her behind you, waiting for your next move.

You fall against the brick wall, your head tilted back, looking at the night sky. She stands next to you, your arms plastered against hers. Your hands are no longer intertwined, but she plays with the rings on your fingers, spinning them around, lightly brushing over your fingertips.

“You see thoses stars,” She points to a spot on the left and looks over to you, “The ones that kinda make a right angle.” You nod your head. You can barely see through your blurred eyes, but you can kinda see the shape she is drawing in the sky.

“That collection of stars right over there is called the coma Berenices. It’s named after a queen in Egypt. When her husband went to war, she was so desperate for him to return home. So she cut off all her hair as a sacrifice for Aphrodite.” She looks over to you to make sure you are following her story. You had been watching her the whole time. The words she was speaking blurred in the back of your mind as you stared at her side profile. Her nose just looked so perfect, and the way her lips curled as they retold this story was making it hard to focus.

Her eyes softened at the sight of you listening to her every word, waiting on her every breath. She has never had anyone listen so intently to her stories before and it makes her want to tell you a thousand more.

“Aphrodite was moved by her sacrifice and made sure that her husband returned home safely. She uses the hair to decorate the sky in a tribute to their love” She has leaned in closer to you now. Ellie's hand was now playing with both of your hands, the top of her shoes bumping against yours. And as she finishes the story, her breath fans lightly over your lips, making your own catch.

You want to reply to the story she just told, but she is so close it makes your brain stop. You can smell the strong scent of a woody cologne mixed with her natural musk, and it’s making the pool in your stomach deepen. You can see the sweat glistening off her collarbones, and you want to nibble at the skin, tasting it on your tongue.

You look back up into her eyes and you can see that she waiting. Waiting for you to answer or to kiss her, you don’t know but you decide to go for the latter. Pushing off of the wall, you connect your lips to hers.

Ellie presses them gently into yours. Her lips are soft and slightly chapped against yours. She kisses you harder, lightly biting on your bottom lip. Your mouth opens as a quiet moan slips out, and she uses this as an invitation to deepen the kiss. Her tongue runs against your lip, and the kiss becomes messier as you become more desperate.

Your head falls against the brick wall, where her hand rest to protect you, as she starts trailing small pecks along your jaw. You can’t help the moan as she bites the skin along your jaw, licking it to soothe the pain. Your hips buck into her when she finds the spot along your collarbone. She pushes your hips down, pinning them again the wall. Her other hand comes up to cup your jaw, scraping your hair back.

“What do you want?” Her thumb rubs gently along the skin showing above your jeans. It sends a shiver through you as your mind goes blank for a second.

“We can do whatever you want,” You don’t want her to stop touching you but don’t want to be caught with her hands down your pants. You put your hand on her chest as you push her back. You say as you feel your head coming back up for air. You weren’t looking for a commitment right now. You just needed someone to submerge yourself in. “Just don’t go falling in love,”

“You think you that good, do you?”

“Oh, I know I am,” You start to walk away from her, only looking over your shoulder to let her lead you to her car. She smiles at your cockiness, excited at the anticipation of finding out.

You follow her over to her car. It is parked in the back of the parking lot, out of sight. Half of it is shielded by trees, and the parking space next is empty. The parking lot isn’t big, so the walk to her car is short.

Once you are there, she opens the back seat. You are starting to feel desperate for her. You want her hands back on you now. You drag her into the car with you so your back is against the seats, and she is laying on top of you. She just has enough time to shut the door before your lips are back on hers and you lose touch with the world.

This time you start to kiss down her neck, and the noises she makes are so pretty. You want to do everything to keep the noises coming. She moans when you suck roughly on the side of her neck, and the noise goes straight to your cunt, dampening the material.

You feel her hands start to rub up your thigh until she is cupping your sex over your jeans. You whine at the feeling and buck your hips when she doesn’t move. The seam of your jeans is being pushed directly into your clit, and you only want more. You continue to lift your hips, and she pushes the palm of her hand harder.

“You like that?” She asks as she sucks on the top of your breast, revealed by the low cut of your top.

You can only moan in response, the feeling of her starting to be too much and not enough, you need to feel her touch every part of your body.

She moves her hand off of your jeans and you whine, wanting to have her hand back. She tries to undo your jean button, struggling with the angle she is in.

“Need help?” You ask, slightly laughing as you watch her struggle. She only glares in response, determined to do it by herself. She finally manages to pull the button and pulls the jeans past your hips and leaves them to rest at the top of your thighs.

You push her short hair behind her ear and grab the back of her neck to pull her into another kiss. This one is bruising and rough, all tongues and teeth. It’s rushed and messy. You can’t kiss her enough, and you never want to stop feeling her lips of yours. But your head tilts back in a moan when you feel the top of her finger slip beneath the lace of your panties. She brushes her hand through the course hair and moves further down.

“Jesus,” Ellie moans, her head falling against your shoulder, pressing sloppy kisses onto the skin. Her fingers dip down and circle your hole, feeling the wetness gathering. “You’re so wet.”

She pulls her finger out and sucks them into her mouth. You feel her moan from where she is sitting against your legs. The sounds she makes after only tasting you are almost pornographic, and you want to commit the image to memory.

“God, you’re so hot,” You say, unable to stop yourself. She flushes under your words and diverts her gaze from your eyes. Your hands are pulling up her shirt and slipping beneath the band of her sports bra. You lightly squeeze the flesh, thumb running over her erect nipple. Her hips jerk against your legs at the feeling. You gently pinch her nipple, wanting to see her reaction. When she keens at your touch, you pinch harder, rolling the hard nub between your fingers.

Her own hands start to wander back down, and her fingers hook into the side of your underwear and pull them down to your jeans. She presses a finger against your clit and makes slow, small circles.

The pressure is torturous, and you moan as she lightly brushes over the bud. She runs her finger further down and teases your entrance, pushing just the tip of her middle finger into you. Your back arches as she pushes her fingers deeper into you.

The palm of her hand bumps against your clit as she curls her fingers up and strokes the rough spot along your walls. She pulls her fingers out before slowly pushing them back in, listening to the wet sound as your clench around her fingers.

“Fucking hell,” She whispers under her breath. She leans forward, pulling your top down to access your boobs. She kneads the skin under her hand and twists your nipple. You hiss at the sensation and feel the pressure in your stomach tightening as she moves her fingers faster. She adds another finger, and you moan loudly at the stretch. Each time Ellie's fingers pump in and out of you, she brushes over that spongy spot that makes your mind go blank.

You hear her moan and open your eyes to watch as she bucks her own hips along your leg. Her own jeans are rubbing against her clothed cunt. She grinds her hips as she uses her other hand to circle your clit again.

The coil in your stomach tightens as she moans in her own pleasure. You lift your own hips to feel her fingers deeper inside of you. Your vision goes white as you feel yourself start to tip over the edge. Her fingers never slow down as she helps you ride out the high. Her hips speed up their movements as she watches you moan and whimper around her fingers, clenching tightly as your juices flow down and stain the backseat of her car.

She pulls her finger out and sucks them clean before grabbing onto the back of the car seat for support. You place your hands on her hips, guiding her movement. She leans forward to catch your lips into a kiss, moaning into your mouth when she feels her own pleasure starts to overtake her. Your grip on her strengthens, and her hips begin to stutter, moving rapidly as she reaches her own orgasm.

Ellie collapses against you and places a searing kiss against your lips. She places her head against your shoulder to try and catch her breath, the thin layer of sweat making your skin feel sticky.

She mumbles something into your collarbone as you watch the condensation drip down the window while you try to reduce your beating heart.

“What?” You ask, craning your neck to try and look down at her. She pulls her head off your shoulder before she talks again.

“Let me fuck you,” She asks, cheeks flushed. Her hair is messy and you run your fingers through it to tame it before cupping her jaw and running your thumb against her cheek.

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” The name slips off your tongue before you can stop it. She seems to like it, her eyes fluttering shut under your touch.

“Yes.” She nods franticly, her blush spreading down her neck the longer you stare at her. “Yes please,”

“Beg for it,”

“What?”

“You really want it? Prove it.”

“Please,” Ellie whines, quickly dissolving to your command. Her pupils are blown wide in desire as her doe eyes look up at you. “I’ll make you feel so good. I need to make you feel good,”

She kisses your neck again, sucking marks into the skin. You don’t think it’s going to take much before you agree, but she’s just so pretty when she begs.

“Please,” She whispers one more time, “I’ll be so good,”

“Okay, baby,”

-

Her apartment is small but you do really have time to look around. Her hands were groping every part of your body, squeezing hard, as she drags you into her room. Her hands work to pull your top off, breaking the heated kiss for a second before her lips are back on yours. Your hands and working on her jeans, pulling them off her legs before tossing them randomly behind you. You push her down onto the bed, taking off your own jeans before straddling her. You pull off her top, and both of you are left in your underwear.

“Can I?” She asks as her hands wrap around your back to undo the clip of your bra. She tugs at the material as she waits for your answer.

“Yes,” You whine, and she unclips your bra before throwing aside. Your nipples harden in the cold air. She takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking at the bud. You moan as she flicks her tongue.

“God, I love your tits,” She bit lightly on the skin, leaving bruises that are bound to show tomorrow.

Your hips buck onto her as you try to find some friction. Your leg slots hers and feels her dampness seeping through her boxers as she moans when you push her knee against her cunt.

You lean your head down to kiss her, moving your lips slowly against hers. Her tongue brushes lightly against your bottom lip. You ground down onto her thigh the longer you two kiss. You start to become impatient, and your arousal becomes too much to ignore.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me?” She pulls back from the kiss, panting. She can only nod, her mind foggy as she stands up to walk over to her closet. She walks back over to you, strap hanging low on her hips.

She pulls you down to the edge of the bed, pulling your underwear off in one smooth movement and spreading your legs. Your pussy glistens in the light, and she runs her thumb through your lips, spreading them apart. She bends down to lick a strip along your folds, barely brushing your clit before aligning her hips with yours.

She runs her cock up and down your folds, bumping into your clit, before she carefully pushes the tip into you. You can feel the stretch, but you are wet enough that she could just slip in. She keeps pressing forward until her hips her pushed flushed against yours. She slowly pulls outs, thrusting her hips faster the second time.

You flipped the two of you over, and her short hair spread out around her head like a halo. You placed your hand on her chest, using her to help push yourself up. You dropped down slowly, feeling every inch of her cock slid inside of your pussy. The tip of her cock brushed your spongy spot on each thrust. Her hands came to the rest of your hips, helping to guide you as your movement became rushed and shaky.

You ground your hips onto hers, pushing the harness into both of your clits deliciously. You could feel that band inside tightening again. She watches as your moans get louder, and you throw your head back in pleasure, your hair hanging down your back.

You curve forward, kissing her shoulder and biting hard as your orgasm overtakes you, the pleasure blinding your senses as your mind quietens. Ellie helps you through, lifting her own hips to meet yours, and you collapse, muscles useless in keeping you up.

As you come back to your senses, you feel Ellie’s hand rub up and down your back, coaxing you back to down. You roll onto your back, carefully sliding off her cock as you feel your cum start to dry against your thighs. You feel the bed dip next to you and look down to see her cleaning your legs with a towel.

“Are you ok?” She asks when she sees you looking.

“Yeah. God, yeah.” You say, out of breath. “You really were good,”

She smirks at your comment and comes to lie next to you. You roll your eyes when she says, told you so.

You yawn and sit up to put your clothes back on before you fall asleep on your bed. You really do want to stay, but you also want to be back in your own bed and don’t want to deal with sneaking out later.

“You don’t want to stay?” She asks as you finish buttoning up your jeans. She sat up in bed, the covers low on her hips. She looks so hot with her hair a mess, and her lips swollen red. You want to crawl under the covers with her, but you shouldn’t. You don’t plan on seeing her again and the sooner you leave, the better it will be for both of you.

“No, I really should go home,” You say in a rush, mind blank of excuses.

“Okay,”

And you leave before you can see her face, but she is disappointed. She would have loved it if you stayed, would have made breakfast the next morning and seen if you wanted to get coffee sometime. And she guesses she can’t be that disappointed. She doesn't even know you, but deep down she knows she would cut her hair off for you in a heartbeat.

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HOW VERY UN-GREEK (s.r.)

IN WHICH: Spencer Reid meets Juniper Bishop, the new team member, on her first day at the BAU and finds it hard to focus.

PAIRING: Season 3 Spencer Reid/Fem!BAU!OC

CATEGORY: fluff

CONTENT: IQ slashed to 60, Derek being an idiot, equally genius character, teasing, 3rd person, and a good introduction to who Juniper Bishop is.

WORD COUNT: 5.7k

PUBLISHED: 29/09/24

DR. SPENCER REID ARRIVED EARLY to work that morning and went through his usual routine. He’d cleaned his desk, poured himself a hot coffee with four teaspoons of sugar for added energy, and prepared himself as best he could for whatever the day had to throw at him. Murderers, arsonists, or just straight up creeps were standard for the BAU, and that was part of the reason why he loved the job so much. Nothing was consistent, but the methodology–the construction of the profile, the analytical processes–were always the same.

But, as he sat there at his desk, the only one in the middle of the bullpen, he wasn’t sure what today would provide. There had been no recent string of deaths in the news, no strange threats sent to local police departments, no rumours of wayward prisoners. The day looked as if it was set to be normal. Or, as normal as a day in the BAU.

Crossword spread out in front of him, Spencer Reid savoured his coffee as the early morning light spread across his desk. The bullpen was deserted, his only glimpse of other life the occasional figures flickering past the glass doors. Usually an empty bullpen was a blessing for him. No one would interrupt his thinking with stupid questions (Derek), pestering about his non-existent love life (Emily), or try to convince him to another BAU pasta evening (Dave). Typically, he liked the silence. Just him and his thoughts.

Today, though, something was different. He couldn’t concentrate. The building was too still. As if it was holding its breath. The anticipatory feeling soured the taste of his coffee, blurred the edges of his mind. Spencer didn’t like it one bit.

He looked up on instinct when the elevator dinged open. Spencer took pride in knowing his surroundings–in fact, Spencer took pride in knowing everything. He had seen a lot in his time, and could remember every single painstaking detail. He could remember the exact shade of green the taxi driver was wearing this morning, to the precise number of pancakes he ate on his first day in the BAU. He’d always thought of his memory as a benefit, the thing that makes him him.

It was only when she waltzed out of the lift did he decide he wasn’t sure about that anymore.

The first glimpse he got of her was all leather. Dark brown, it hugged her from ankle to throat. It covered her long legs, stretched tight over her ample thighs, and left very little to the imagination. Even from this distance, he could see that it wasn’t a single piece, but rather two–a long sleeve, high necked jacket, reinforced at the elbows and shoulders, paired with a slightly looser set of leather trousers, padded at the knees and thighs. It moved with her like a second skin, slightly scuffed and obviously well loved. Painstakingly maintained.

The second glimpse he got was gold. Not the gold of a dollar, but of copper. Red hair, cut to her collar, so fine that it caught the sunlight like thin strands of metal. As she strode from the maw of the lift, it drifted around her face as if she was walking through water. Spencer found himself wondering how soft it would feel between his fingers before he caught himself. No. She wore big, noise-cancelling headphones, the dark green a stark contrast to the copper of her hair.

Her skin was pale, spattered with freckles, face flushed as if she’d just run a marathon. She was all soft angles, wide eyes, full lips currently pursed. There was nothing harsh about her. Everything was smooth. Gentle. Sloped.

Spencer’s mouth dried as she shouldered the door to his bullpen open and stepped through. A cold breeze washed over him and brought with it the subtle scent of petrol. The strange woman hadn’t noticed him yet, too busy rummaging around in a large duffle bag hanging from her shoulder.

She struggled to pull a thick, manilla file from the confines of her bag, gloved fingers slipping over the material. The woman grumbled in annoyance and yanked one of the gloves off using her teeth, dropping it carelessly into her open bag. With a bare hand, she successfully extricated a sheet of paper–she still hadn’t noticed him. Part of him wondered if he should say something, announce his presence before he freaked her out, but another part of him was frozen to the spot. Like a deer that has just spotted a lion.

Then, as if sensing his gaze, she looked up. Her eyes, a startling shade of emerald green, locked onto his. She jumped.

‘Fuckin’ hell–’ She swore, clapping the bare hand to her chest and taking a shuddering breath. With her free hand, she slipped her headphones off and dropped them around her neck. ‘I didn’t see you there.’

She spoke with an accent he couldn’t quite place, but she definitely wasn’t from Virginia. No, it was clipped. Darker sounding. Spencer could only watch as she picked her way through the bullpen towards him–should he stand up? Should he say something? But, then what should he say?

‘I wasn’t expecting someone else to be here so early,’ she explained, coming to a stop next to his desk and offering him a smile that seemed to light up her whole face. ‘I was kinda hoping I could sneak in, get the lay of the land, before anyone else.’

‘Uh–’ Spencer Reid, the man with a vocabulary that could rival several dictionaries, some of them not even in English, was momentarily speechless. He cleared his throat and gestured lamely to his desk. ‘I’m Dr. Spencer Reid–I work here.’

‘I should hope so,’ she said, a flicker of amusement dancing behind her eyes. She lent back against the empty desk perpendicular to his, crossing her legs at the ankles. ‘If you didn’t, I’d have to call for security. And then question why the FBI has such lax security on its buildings in the first place.’

‘I…uh…’ God, he was being an idiot. All he had to do was string a couple of words together to make a sentence. That’s it. It was as simple as that, and it’s something he’d been doing his entire life. Why, then, when faced with this strange woman, did he find it practically impossible? His cheeks heated.

‘It’s alright, I won’t tell.’ She saved him from his misery by dumping the bag onto the empty desk. ‘I’m June. Juniper Bishop–they moved me up from Crisis Negotiation. I’m gonna be working with you guys for the foreseeable future.’

Juniperus communis–a coniferous tree or shrub, evergreen, that can grow up to 32 feet in height, and has been known to live for over 200 years. A hardy plant that thrives in chalkland, mostly found in Europe or the northern hemispheres–in traditional folklore, the juniper tree was used as a deterrent for witches or the Devil.

She was still looking at him. Expecting a reply.

‘What?’ The word came out strangled, forced, and he turned his head down to look at the crossword before him. He hadn’t heard anything about a new team-member. Spencer is 99% sure that Hotch would have told him if he was endorsing someone new to come join, especially so close to Gideon leaving. Though, Hotch and Morgan had been acting strangely these past few days.

‘Yeah, I’m kind of excited, actually. I’ve always found the BAU interesting.’ Juniper’s voice was light, airy, and Spencer found himself relaxing–just a little. He risked a glance up at her and was met with a megawatt smile. It was almost blinding. ‘I’ve heard a lot about you guys. I’m looking forward to working with you.’

‘Uh…sorry, no one told me anything about it.’ Spencer said, hating how weak the words sound. When he looked at her, though, all he saw was her utmost attention. It scared him a little, like he was a mouse under a car’s headlight. ‘I wasn’t expecting a new team member so soon after…’

‘Gideon requested me.’ She said, and those three words jarred through Spencer like a nail. Juniper stood up from the desk and began to shrug herself out of the leather. He had to look away. Not just to process the fact that Gideon–his Gideon–had requested someone be transferred without mentioning it to him, but also to avoid looking at her as she effectively stripped. ‘I worked with him on a couple of CNU cases, kind of told him how much I was interested in Behavioural Analysis. He introduced me to Hotch a couple weeks ago.’

‘Oh…’

‘I’m sorry.’ She said, and sounded genuine. There was a rustle, and Spencer looked over just in time to see her yanking her trousers off–thankfully, she was wearing dark green suit trousers underneath. She’d paired it with a pale pink long sleeve top that clung to her curves very distractingly. ‘I assumed everyone knew.’

‘It’s not your fault.’ Spencer said, averting his gaze yet again and staring down at his crossword. He could still feel her eyes on him and it made his skin prickle. ‘Uh, welcome to the team.’

‘Thank you.’ She smiled, voice still light despite the sincerity behind it. She moved from behind the desk, and Spencer watched her approach from the corner of his eye. Juniper was still graceful despite the heavy boots, and he found himself mesmerised by the way she moved. It was like she was dancing, even when she was simply walking towards him. ‘So, what brings you here so early, Reid?’

‘Uh…’ he looked up to find her leaning on his desk, peering down at the crossword before him. ‘Nothing exciting. I just like to have the morning’s to myself.’

‘My apologies for interrupting, then.’

‘No–no, I mean…that’s…I just like to relax before everything gets crazy, you know?’

‘Ah, I understand. And you relax by doing crosswords?’

‘Well…yeah. How do you relax?’ He replied, a little harshly. It sounded as if she was teasing him and he didn’t like that. There was nothing weird about doing a crossword, was there? He’d never considered it something worthy of teasing before.

‘No, no, I respect it.’ She must’ve picked up on the discord behind his words as she shows him the palms of her hands. Juniper laughed, the sound a breath through windchimes. Spencer found himself smiling despite his momentary irritation. ‘I ride.’

‘Ride?’ Spencer echoed, frowning. ‘Ride what? Horses?’

‘Hah, I wish. I don’t know where I’d keep a horse in my flat, is the only problem.’ Flat. She called it a flat. British, then. It made sense, really–now that he’d sussed it out, it was nearly impossible to miss. Southern, probably, the picture of stereotypical received pronunciation. ‘I ride a motorbike, Reid. You know, two wheels, engine, leather and chrome?’

‘Oh.’ Spencer frowned. It should have been obvious, really, what with all the protective gear, but it still sat weirdly on him. ‘Did you know that the chance of fatality in a motorcycle crash is approximately 30 times higher than that of a car? And that if you were to get into an accident, you’d have about an 80% injury or death rate?’

‘Yes, but 34% of fatal accidents are because of speeding, and 27% involve alcohol of some kind.’ She retorted back instantly, but there was a bemused smile on her lips. ‘And whilst, yes, motorbike accidents are more dangerous, there are statistically fewer of them than car crashes per annum. On top of that, if the person is wearing a helmet that meets the governmental standards, their risk of death is reduced by 42%, and the risk of head injury by 69%.’

Spencer couldn’t do anything other than stare at her. His mouth was slack, slightly agape, as she rattled off a variety of statistics. The words fell from her lips like they’d always been there, and she spoke with an ease that hinted at an intelligence he hadn’t expected. She knew the numbers. She understood the numbers. She didn’t just spit them out–she knew what they meant, too.

‘So,’ Juniper said, pushing herself off of his desk to stand. ‘If I ride carefully, wear the correct gear, and don’t drink before I get on Maple, my risk of death is significantly reduced.’

‘But…but it’s not eliminated.’

‘You could say the same thing about a car. Or a plane. Or lifts.’ She said, angling her head as she looked down at him. Spencer wasn’t sure if he liked the fact that she was standing over him, but he definitely liked the broad smile she sent his way. ‘Plus, a little bit of danger is fun.’

‘Fun is subjective.’ Spencer pointed out, but he couldn’t stop the slight upturn of his lips. She was infectious in a way he wasn’t used to—confident, with an easy smile that she wasn’t afraid to send his way. ‘I think I’ll stick to my crosswords, thank you.’

‘Each to their own.’ She said with a shrug, moving back to her desk where she’d dumped her bag. Juniper began to rifle through it again, and it was only when she started to drop things into the drawers that Spencer realised this was her desk. Right next to him. She would be perpetually in his peripheral vision. Oh, God. ‘So…what do I call you? Dr. Reid? Agent? Spencer?’

‘Uh, Spencer is fine.’ He cleared his throat, tapping the tip of his pencil against the half-finished crossword.

‘Spencer, then.’ Juniper said, and he didn’t miss the way her lips curved around his name. It sounded different coming from her. There was a strange intimacy in the way she vocalised it, dark and alluring. ‘You can call me June, by the way. Or Bishop. Or Hops, if you like. Juniper sounds way too formal. It’s also what my mum calls me when she’s mad at me.’

‘Alright.’ He replied, turning in his swivel chair to face her. ‘June it is.’

She smiled in return, sparing him a brief glance as she continued to unpack her belongings. A small framed photograph of what Spencer assumed was her family was propped up by the computer. A couple of knicknacks–a small statue of the Moirai was placed next to a bust of David, the top of his head removed and filled with pens and pencils. A battered notebook covered in stickers. A partially solved Rubik’s cube. Another frame, this time holding a print of a bird he couldn’t see enough of to identify.

‘So,’ she finally spoke again, filling the silence. ‘When do the rest of the team arrive? I’m supposed to meet Agent Hotchner to sign some paperwork and stuff.’

‘Any moment now, actually.’ Spencer glanced at his watch and saw that it was nearly nine. ‘They usually arrive around this time.’

‘Good.’ She said, and even though he wasn’t looking at her, he could hear the smile in her voice. ‘I’m looking forward to meeting the rest of the infamous BAU.’

As if on cue, the elevator doors slid open and a few more members of the BAU spilled out and into the bullpen. Spencer watched as June straightened in her seat, a professional mask sliding over her face. Only the hands pulling at her fingers in her lap betrayed any sense of anxiety. Gone was the easy smile, the relaxed posture–instead, she was a picture of military precision. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder if this is the June he would have met if he hadn’t accidentally scared her into ease. He frowned.

Derek was the first one to spot her. He stopped dead in his tracks, nearly to the point where Emily crashed into him. Luckily the brunette dodged aside. A coffee cup was forgotten halfway up to his lips. Spencer watched as his eyes raked over June, taking in the red hair, the tight top. He was practically drooling.

‘Well, hello, there.’ Derek said, voice smooth as silk as he approached. He deposited his coffee cup on his own desk opposite June’s and walked around to greet her. June rose too. ‘You must be Agent Bishop. Welcome to the team.’

‘Thank you–Derek Morgan, I presume?’ June said, taking Derek’s offered hand and giving it a quick shake. Was Spencer the only one not told about the new team member? ‘Do call me June, though, my last name seems a bit formal for a first meeting, don’t you think?’

‘June.’ Derek repeated, as if savouring the words. Spencer fixed his attention back to his crossword, but he found it nearly impossible to focus. Not when Derek was so obviously checking out the new team member. ‘Hope you’re ready for a wild ride.’

‘Those are the only kind of rides I go on.’ June countered quickly, but Spencer had the distinct feeling that she wasn’t Derek’s number one fan. Maybe it was all the ogling. ‘I’ve heard a lot about all of you.’

‘Good things, I hope.’ Emily said, having spotted what has attracted Derek’s attention. She offered June a friendly smile, and Spencer was pleased to see it returned. ‘It’s nice to have some new eyes.’

‘Thank you–Emily Prentiss?’

‘Please, just call me Emily.’

‘Only if you call me June.’ The two women shook hands, a silent agreement passing between them.

‘So, June.’ Derek perched himself on the edge of Juniper’s desk, still inspecting her with that undeniably profiler-y look. It was as if he was stripping her down to her base elements, and Spencer would not have liked to have been on the receiving end. ‘I see you’ve made yourself at home already.’

‘Was that not correct?’ June sat down in her seat and pushed herself away from the desk, putting a little bit of space between her and Derek. Spencer tried not to be too pleased that she was now closer to him. ‘I figured it would be easier to do it before you all arrived. Unfortunately for me, Dr. Reid was already here.’

‘He does that.’ Emily grinned, not unkindly at Spencer. He felt his cheeks flush, and busied himself staring down at the grid of white and black squares. ‘I can almost guarantee you that Reid will be here before any of us–are you sure you don’t sleep here, Spencer?’

‘I have an apartment.’ Spencer mumbled, not daring to look up. He could feel all three pairs of eyes watching him and he didn’t like it in the slightest. He knew he was blushing. It was a stupid question, and one he had been asked several times before, but it still embarrassed him. Especially in front of Juniper.

‘Doesn’t mean you don’t sleep here.’ Derek said, laughing. Spencer risked a look up to glare at him. He hated it when people made those kinds of assumptions about him. Just because he liked his job didn’t mean he didn’t have a life outside of it. He just hoped no one asked him for examples…

‘So, June, how did you end up being stuck with us?’ Emily said, thankfully changing the subject before Spencer could snap at Derek. She leant back on the divider separating hers and Spencer’s desk.

‘I was with Crisis Negotiation for a while,’ June replied, twisting idly in her chair. To anyone else, it looked like a casual gesture, but Spencer could tell what it was. A nervous tick, something to help calm her down. He knew it because he did it too. ‘I worked on a lot of cases with Agent Gideon. He and I talked about the BAU and I told him how much I respected the work and would be interested in giving it a go. He recommended me to Hotch, and now here I am.’

‘You’re Hotch’s new pet project, then.’ Derek said, and there was something in his voice that Spencer couldn’t quite identify. Spencer narrowed his eyes at his colleague over his coffee mug. Was it jealousy? Annoyance? Spencer didn’t have much time to dwell on it because June was laughing again, and the thoughts slipped out of his mind.

‘I wouldn’t say that.’ She said, shaking copper strands around her face. ‘But Agent Hotchner did seem very keen to have me on board. I suppose I have Agent Gideon to thank for that.’

‘It’s just Hotch you have to worry about now–don’t worry–’

‘Where’s your accent from?’ Derek interrupted before Emily could continue speaking, head angled to the side.

‘Where do you think?’ June replied, fixing Derek with a firm expression.

‘Southern England.’ Spencer answered for her, surprising himself a little. He hadn’t intended to speak, but once the words started he couldn’t stem the flow of them. ‘Clipped vowels, elongated and darker ‘a’ sounds–it’s received pronunciation, or the Queen’s English, so I’d say further south than London, maybe Chichester?’

June spun her chair towards him and fixed him with a curious gaze. It wasn’t intense, but she was definitely scrutinising him. She pulled her lips into her mouth and cocked her head.

‘Close. Very close.’ She said, sounding–and looking–impressed. She offered him a genuine smile and Spencer felt his chest warm. ‘Brighton, actually. Or, I suppose, Alfriston, seeing as you appear to be well versed in English geography.’

‘Brighton, huh? Like the rock?’ Derek said, leaning forward. Spencer wasn’t sure if he’d actually looked once away from Juniper since he’d first laid eyes on her. When he spoke next, he winked. ‘Perhaps you could show me around sometime?’

Spencer had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes.

‘Hah, I’m sure the internet has plenty of information,’ June replied cooly, crossing her legs and raising an eyebrow. ‘Besides, I doubt we could get enough time off from the FBI to hop back across the pond.’

‘She’s got you there, Derek.’ Emily chuckled, patting her colleague on his shoulder as he looked wounded.

‘Well, not with Hotch around.’ Derek grumbled, but he had the decency to look a little sheepish. June’s lips twitched. Spencer had the distinct feeling that she was enjoying this. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

‘Speaking of, here comes our fearless leader.’ Emily said, nodding towards the glass doors. Spencer followed her gesture and saw Hotch striding purposefully across the bullpen, trailed by a bemused Agent Rossi. Hotch didn’t look best pleased. ‘Someone’s in trouble.’

‘Let me guess, you forgot to fill out a form or something?’ June asked, turning to Spencer with a raised eyebrow.

‘Oh, no,’ Emily spoke for Spencer, leaning in conspiratorially. ‘Spencer doesn’t forget anything. It’s kind of his thing.’

June laughed and turned to Spencer. She had that same expression on as before, the one that seemed as if she was taking in every aspect of him and weighing it against…against what? A perceived idea of him? Suddenly Spencer became very aware of the fact that his tie was crooked and he’s pretty sure he spilt some toothpaste on it this morning. God, he wished someone had given him some warning that there would be a new team member starting today.

‘Good morning, everyone.’ Hotch said, pulling himself to a stop in the middle of their little congregation. He looked at each of them in turn, lingering on June. She was now standing, hands in front of her, her jaw a tense line. She was nervous, Spencer realised. ‘Ah, Agent Bishop. I was expecting you.’

‘Yes, sir–’

‘Call me Hotch.’ He interrupted, but there was no malice behind his words. If anything, Spencer could have sworn he saw a glimmer of amusement in his eye. How rare, for their Unit Chief. ‘I trust you’ve been settling in well.’

‘Yes, thank you,’ June shook Hotch’s hand firmly, before tucking it into her pocket. She turned her shoulders towards Spencer. ‘Dr. Reid here has been very accommodating.’

Spencer felt his cheeks heat up. He was suddenly very aware of how much attention she was paying him, and it was starting to get overwhelming. He didn’t like being observed, least of all by someone who looked like she did. His crossword puzzle became very interesting again.

‘Good.’ Hotch replied, punctuating the word with a decisive nod. When he spoke next, it was to the entire group. ‘Now, there are some forms I need you to sign, but unfortunately we have been called for a case, so we shall have to do that later. The briefing starts in ten minutes–get your coffee, breakfast, whatever, and gather in the conference room.’

With that, Hotch turned on his heel and walked away. He headed up the flight of stairs towards his office, and Spencer could see the telltale head of hair that marked Rossi as already being inside.

‘Well, that was fun.’ Derek said, pushing himself to stand and sighing. Spencer watched June turn to look at him, her eyes scrutinising his every movement. Something inside Spencer twanged like a string. Jealousy? No, that couldn’t be it. ‘Don’t worry, Agent Hot-Stuff, you’ll get used to it.’

‘It’s Doctor, actually.’

‘What?’ Derek said, and Spencer was inclined to agree.

‘Doctor. Not Agent. Agent seems a little…mundane, no?’ June grinned cheekily, starting to collect a couple of her things together before pushing them into the big duffle bag she’d abandoned by her feet.

‘Medical?’ Spencer found himself asking. He looked at her with a newfound respect–not that a doctorate forces him to respect someone, but it definitely gave him a little bit more confidence interacting with her. Some common ground for them to meet in the middle on. It pleased him more than he was willing to admit.

‘No, PhD.’ June replied, meandering over to peer down at his crossword. She glanced up to see Derek’s surprised face. ‘Besides, Doctor sounds cooler, don’t you think? I don’t fancy getting confused with every other Agent in this building.’

‘What’s it in?’ Derek asked, folding his arms across his chest. It was a defensive manoeuvre, but Spencer knew that it was also a move to highlight the curve of Derek’s biceps. He’d seen Derek do it plenty of times to women at the club with varying degrees of success.

‘Classical History with an emphasis on Ancient Texts.’ June said offhandedly, like it was something everyone does. Spencer was already thinking of different questions to ask her; Classical History was fascinating to him, let alone someone who specialised in the literature of the time–maybe he could ask her about the formation of the languages? The more he thought about it, the more he realised he didn’t actually comprehend what it was that degree entailed.

‘Well, Doctor Bishop,’ Derek said, grinning. Spencer didn’t like the way he practically purred her title. ‘Perhaps you could teach me a thing or two.’

‘I’m sure you know plenty, Agent Morgan,’ June replied, and Spencer tensed as her hand curled around the top of his chair. He wasn’t sure if she had noticed that her knuckles brushed his shoulder, but he leant forwards just the same. ‘Besides, I repeat my former statement–the internet is a magical place.’

‘Garcia is gonna love you.’ Emily cackled, grabbing Derek’s arm and pulling him away from June before he could say whatever it was that was balanced on the tip of his tongue. Emily spoke the next words over her shoulder. ‘Come on, Derek, let’s get ourselves a coffee–do you want one, June?’

‘Sure. Caffeine is a lifesaver, after all.’ June laughed again and moved away from Spencer’s chair. She stopped after she’d walked a few steps. ‘Come on, Dr. Reid, your mug’s empty and you seem like the kind of guy who has a caffeine addiction.’

‘Did you know caffeine is the most commonly used psychoactive substance in the world?’ Spencer found himself saying as he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his coffee mug and nearly knocking it over in his haste. Thankfully, she didn’t comment on it.

‘Oh, that’s cool.’ She hummed, and started to keep pace with him as they headed after the now obviously whispering Derek and Emily. Juniper was taller than he’d first thought, nearly coming up to his chin, and she walked as if she had all the time in the world. Her hair caught in the light, turning it more gold than copper. ‘Oh, by the way? Your crossword? Clue nine down is Phanes.’

‘What?’ He blinked dumbly at her, pulling that mental image of his crossword before his eyes. Nine down; un-greek god of cosmic origin. ‘Phanes?’

‘Yeah. It fits, right?’ She turned to look at him slyly through the corner of her eye. It’s all Spencer can do to simply nod at her, using an arm to gesture her vaguely towards where Derek and Emily were busying helping themselves to coffee. ‘Besides, it is kind of my area of expertise, after all.’

‘Evidently...’ was all he could manage.

He watched her bob her head in a nod before speeding up and leaving him at the edge of the small kitchenette. She skirted purposefully around the small circular table Derek and Emily were surrounding. Spencer’s eyes tracked her as she opened the fridge, his feet leading him towards his colleagues without even thinking. How on Earth had she known he had been struggling with that one?

‘What’s up with you?’ Emily asked, dragging Spencer back down into the real world.

‘I think Pretty Boy has a crush.’ Derek’s voice was melodic with teasing.

Spencer glared at Derek as Emily snorted into her coffee cup. They’re being ridiculous, Spencer thought, but he tried his best to ignore that little voice in the back of his brain that reminded him it only takes one-tenth of a second to make a judgement on someone, and he’d definitely made a judgement about June. She was beautiful, that much was for certain, and way out of his league.

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ Spencer scoffed, but he couldn’t meet Derek’s eye. ‘She just helped me with the crossword, is all.’

‘So now you love her.’ Emily wheedled, nudging Spencer with her shoulder. Spencer made a pointed effort to look anywhere but at Emily or Juniper.

‘It’s alright if you do–she’s hot, man.’ Derek sounded too much like he was giving his approval for Spencer’s liking.

‘I…I hadn’t noticed.’

Derek scoffed a laugh. ‘I don’t believe that for a second.’

‘It doesn’t really matter what you believe, does it, Derek?’ Spencer snapped. He was definitely reaching the end of his tether with his colleague at this point. Sometimes Derek doesn’t know when to stop, and this was one of those times. ‘I’m going to make myself coffee.’

‘You do that, Pretty Boy, you do that.’ Derek clapped Spencer’s shoulder as he passed.

Spencer set about making himself coffee, hyper aware of where June was preoccupied doing the same thing not too far away. She took sugar and milk in her coffee, but perhaps she didn’t have as much of a coffee-sweet tooth as he did. On the counter next to her mug sat a large blueberry muffin. His mouth watered.

‘Oh my god, you guys!’ A familiar voice yanked Spencer out of wondering whether he should ask June if she knew where he could get a muffin like that. He turned to find Penelope Garcia jogging across the bullpen with her usual exuberance, her brightly coloured clothes in stark contrast to the white of the FBI walls. ‘There’s a new hottie in the bullpen! She’s got a British accent! And she’s a doctor! And she rides a motorcycle! I think I’m in love!’

June laughed as she stepped up to greet their technical analyst, shaking her hand gently. ‘You must be Penelope–I’ve heard a lot about you.’

‘All good things, I hope!’ Penelope said, batting her eyelashes playfully. ‘You have no idea how long I have wanted another girl in the department–do you like cats? What about television, do you watch a lot of television? Oh, we should go to the movies sometime soon, there’s this thing that I have been wanting–’

‘Easy, easy, babygirl, take a breather,’ Derek laughed, wrapping an arm around Penelope’s shoulder. ‘June’s gonna be here for a while, you can ask her these questions soon.’

‘Okay, yes, alright,’ Penelope forced herself to take a few deep breaths. ‘This is just so exciting!’

‘I know, right?’ June said, matching Penelope’s hyperactive tone, and Spencer could tell that she was being genuine. She had that megawatt smile on again, and Spencer had the sneaking suspicion that she and Penelope would get on like a house on fire. ‘I’m excited to be here. We should definitely go see something at the cinema.’

‘Promise?’ Penelope said, pouting playfully.

‘Pinky promise.’ June proffered her pinky finger and Penelope squealed. She quickly wrapped her own pinky finger around June’s.

‘Spencer, why didn’t you tell me the new girl was awesome?’ Penelope turned an accusatory glare to him, and he suddenly felt scrutinised again.

‘I didn’t know myself until this morning,’ Spencer replied defensively, and the group of them began to head towards the conference room, all still deep in this conversation. ‘She kind of…well, she surprised me too.’

‘Well, I, for one, am very glad you’re here.’ Penelope said, hooking an arm through June’s and leading her ahead of the charge. Spencer was more than willing to fall in behind them, nursing his hot cup of coffee between two hands. ‘You’re a breath of fresh air in this testosterone-filled room.’

‘I’m glad to be your Febreeze, then.’ Spencer heard June say with a laugh, and it brought a small smile to his lips. As he followed behind them, he found his eye lingering on the way her hair brushed against the exposed skin at the back of her neck, the slope of her hips.

Alright, fine, maybe Derek was right. Maybe Spencer did have a little crush on her, but in his defence, it was hard not to. She was furiously smart and absolutely gorgeous. She smelt like leather, petrol, and coffee–a strange mix, but it was alluring nonetheless. Juniper Bishop was a whirlwind of a person, and unlike anyone he had ever met. He just hoped that he would be able to clear his mind of all of this confusing nonsense before the case started.

Spencer couldn’t afford to be distracted, but Juniper seemed to be tailor made to do just that.

God, this was going to be dangerous…

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! MORE SPENCER REID FICS ON THE WAY!

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MF! Muffet here !🕸️

I’ve got a small snippet for you. Enjoy!

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“Not too shabby, eh? Place’s got character.”

The dressed woman returned him a small smile, fingers adjusting the small golden band wrapped around her finger. It was a dimly lit space, throbbing alive with the hum of some formity of jazz, a soft laughter, and the present clink of glasses. An indulgence of sin all of their little underbelly.

“….It’s lovely, Sans. A little loud though.”

Watching as his grin widened with a childlike delight, Sans lead her on through the black and purple accented lounge, passing cushioned booths and monsters with multitude of appearance. And if she wasn’t careful, she’d may have noticed the few black creatures that skittered about of her peripheral.

“…Muff’s got a knack for making noise.”

Clearly. The place was essentially buzzing with its enjoyment as the many new creatures drank their fill. Variants of animals and objects, then things that Maria did not even want to know. They seemed to relatively part for Sans, but how much of a shock it was that they hardly noticed the human woman trailing behind? Perhaps a few glances at notice, but the human sensed it was Sans presence that deterred any probing.

The pair approached a secludedly dim corner of the lounge, where upon parting a line of magenta hanging beads, Maria encountered one of her most intriguing monsters. Well, save for Papyrus. This may have to be a close second.

Her eyes- once settled past the gentle fog of cigarette and musk- respectfully observed a pair of gentle golden fangs protruding from soft lavender lips, varyingly adorned with soft freckles. With questionably dark hair deep grape in color, perched with short layers and 2 black bows symmetrical to both sides. Pretty skin, much like a human- and while most of her figure resembled that of a slim human woman, it was spared for the obvious, 4 slender arms that protruded from her back figure. Fitted in one hand was a half used cigarette, in another, a shot of dark liquid, and the first spare twirling a small white web along her fingers. The woman finally noticed the monster human couple, and Maria observed as the spiders 5 eyes slit with a subtle intrigue. Bottom 2 a pretty shined eggplant and the 2 middle a soft red. Maria promptly dubbed them the prettiest she may ever seen.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little troublemaker. And you’ve brought me a gift.”

Her eyes flick to Maria, bright smile widening as she receives the other woman. Wearing a deep purple shawl decorated with black webbing, that hid most of her figure, but was noticeably made for her adorned around her were small beaded bracelets on each arm that jingled when she moved. From what Maria can hear, Sans expression seems to deadpan as he responds with a bony hand taking Maria’s.

“Not a gift, Muffs. This one’s mine.”

Something along the lines of a pout graces Muffets eyeing expression, though a hint of blush seeps in.

“Shame. She’s a treat.”

“Someone I want ya to meet. Doll, this is Muff. Muff, this ma girl Maria.”

Sans motions to her, hand in his as he practically presents her like a pretty toy. Hopefully more than that though. Maria, in all her amazement, could feel all 5 eyes gazing upon her- a bright white glowing bulb locking with her own green. Her voice, while high in pitch, held an astute tone of innocence with its whispy flair. She felt her expression being one of awe as she stared, before catching herself and giving her an embarrassed smile.The spider, presumably the “Muff” Sans spoke of, greeted the woman with a seducing speech.

“Oh, aren’t you just a doll?… I’ve heard some about you, sweetie. Lady with the voice like honey.”

She could find her soul pulsing with an edge of wariness, yet… at the same, a desire of wonder, to the sweet speaking woman of arms and eyes. She gave her most gentle expression, hoping she wouldn’t come across awkward or unappreciative of Sans associate. She really did find the spider woman… quite gorgeous, in all rights- with a lolita like appearance, and obviously betty boop inspired tresses. They fit her round face very well, complimenting her curves but slim form as she sat up. Maria took a small step forward past Sans, letting their eyes meet for a momentary pause. She gave a short smile at the woman’s name.

“You must be…. Miss Muffet…. Red speaks rather highly of you.”

The spider woman, with her free fourth hand, perched it upon her ample chest in daring fashion. A coy expression crossed her eggplant eyes, shifting with every syllable in a most distracting manner, Maria observed.

“Miss Muffet? Darling, just Muffet will do. And I’m flattered, though I’m sure Sans only talks about my debts to him.”

The man lazily placed himself in the velvet chair across, driving attention back to his presence as Muffet poured a shotglass with her free hand, whence a small colony of spiders then carried it along the rug to Sans table. Marias surprise was palpable, to Muff’s explicit amusement.

“Nah… thats just business. Tonight’s about fun. Wanted to take my lady out for some monsta culture. ‘Nything special on the menu?”

Muffet waved him off, eyes still latched onto the other woman, moving alongside to Sans though space on the sofa was spared for her. Muff prompted to it with a nod and toothy smile. Did all monsters carry the same bright teeth and sharp claws, the human wondered.

“Yes, of course…Just let me get at this lovely lady first.”

Maria decidedly took a seat near the spider, demeanor polite but slightly shying under Muffet’s multiplied gaze. Colored eyes made it a point to linger, subtly partaking of another’s attire and appearance while keeping the mood light.

“Do you own this bar?”

“Hm… more of a co-owner or manager. You get a lot of opportunities with these things.”

“Well, you have a lovely place. Though I think your presence mostly makes it so.”

Maria’s eyes flickered to the walls, trailing up the dark wallpaper before noticing something. It was the ceiling, and it seemed to be moving... After a moment of staring, Muffet laughed, and Maria realized why. Perched above the 3 were thousands- if not millions- of purely black spiders. Now Maria, not the most liking for spiders, gave a small shiver at the realization, doe eyes looking back at Muffs.

Muffet eyes seemed to glimmer before she piped up, her tone shifting genuine as she leaned in towards her.

“You’re real sweet. Most people don’t notice the little things.”

The spider pauses idly before she continues, and a hint of mischief lilts her voice with conspiracy.

“Though I suppose kindness must be a rare virtue with the company you keep.”

Sans snorts at her words, a sharp toothed grin falling over his face as always.

“Don’t get used to it.”

Sensing another one of his nihilistic rants, Maria sends him a furrowing brow in her reply.

“Don’t be rude now, dear.”

Locking eyes for a moment, Sans rolls his red lights, but abides with a satisfied hum.

Muffet observed the exchange with all 5 eyes peering in interest. Perhaps she sensed the judgement in their pairing, as she seems to understand something of the man. That is, with her clear amusement in the matter.

“She’s good for you, Sans. If you mess this up, I might just snatch her away myself.”

His eyes meeting with hers, he lets his grin fall before rasping a faux laugh, eyes remaining on Muffet with contemplation.

“Try it, spider. You won’t get far.”

With the mere sharpness of Muffets laugh, the tension seems to surface my diffuse, turning their meet and greet back into the lighthearted banter they’d began with. Maria could notice just how moody Sans had grown, though, this was one of her first monsters. She couldn’t blame him for being slightly overbearing, even if he appear as lazy.

With Sans soon splurging on his drink and Muff enjoying their simple engagement, after a time of shy conversation Maria quietly excused herself to the washroom.

“Don’t get lost, doll.”

Muffet stilled with an ever knowing smile, both monsters watching the human leave before Muffet sweetly excused herself. Despite her clear mischief, Sans doesn’t find himself all too worried- even if Muffet found the human most fascinating she’d be stupid to try any. While it be so meaningless to know, he still wondered on how his lady felt towards his kind. While it be best she get used to it, he didn’t suspect her capable of being ever rude without warrant. At least, he’d hoped she grow a bit more backbone, but not that it much mattered. She’d handled him quite well, after all.

Greeted by secluded silence in the women’s area, Maria let herself relax, stomach meeting the sink counter as she checked her physical. It was a quaint space, several plain stalls and some decently decorated tile- while a bit tacky, it was clearly a well off establishment, faux gold fixtures and deep purple tiling. Figures, Sans might drop by often.

“You know, sweetie, a man like Sans doesn’t deserve a gem like you.”

Just as soon, did small goosebumps adorn Maria’s neck as she turned, neatly meeting Muffets gaze- watching in silence. She hadn’t even heard her come in, it seemed. Despite the notion, only a small amp of surprise lined her eyes, letting her voice carry some baritone in the exchange.

“….Muffet. I didn’t hear you come in.”

The spider only replied with a short giggle, leaning against the sink near Maria. The human could feel all 5 eyes rive across her form in an appreciative manner- though, the clear imbalance of power was not lost on her. After a moment of basking in the other’s silence, Muffet released her cigarette puff and spoke lowly.

“Sorry if I startled you. Old habits die hard. Just couldn’t help sneaking a moment with you. You’re… fascinating.”

She found those words simply out of kindness, suspecting a natural curiosity of the 2 different races. Who was she to deny her curiosity, so it seemed.

“... Im sure you’ll meet a hundred alike.”

“Oh, don’t sell yourself short…”doll?”

After that question of nickname lingered, Maria nodded in reply, verdant eyes locked on Muff as she awaited reason.

“You’ve got a kindness most people would kill for. Makes me wonder how you keep it alive in this cruel little world.”

Maria gave a faint smile, letting the question simmer as her eyes flicked downwards the mirror.

“Appreciate the simple things. Don’t take it all for granted, I say.”

Muffet, as short as she may be, was gifted tall enough to pick a loose strand of Maria’s bangs, deftly tucking it back into place. Letting her nimble touch graze Maria’s cheekThe touch was sweet, its notion appreciated, but the fleeting sense of admiration left Maria questioning its intention. Were all monsters just as affectionate, or this reserved for the same gender? Sans had been quite touchy, she concluded to herself.

“I see why Red likes you so much. Makes a gal like me wonder if I’ve been looking in the wrong places all along.”

“I suppose it’d be silly of me to compliment your beauty… But believe you’ve got plenty of admirers here…..”

“None quite like you.”

Maria feels a small glimmer of endearment in her, catching her gaze as a mix between a hum and a laugh escapes her.

“..ahum, that’s sweet to say.”

“Easy to be sweet when it’s you…”

The 2 women went silent at that, one human unsure how to reply and the other waiting patiently. The moment lingers for a final pause before Muffet shifts back, reattempting the mischievous air as she waves a free hand dismissively to Maria. Though it proving somewhat hard to forget the moment been shared.

“Anyway, get on, doll. ‘Get grumpy if I keep you too long.”

True that. The thought gave Maria a small smirk, still locked with Muffet’s as she gave her final thanks. Something wistful crosses the spiders many eyes, as Maria subconsciously notes it for later.

“You’re very kind to have me. I think that was enough.“

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Augusto Collodi- Rossi Hc ?

His full name is Augusto Wayne Collodi-Rossi.

He goes by August or Auggie for short.

He's eighteen years old by d1 and twenty years old by d3.

He's the second youngest child of Geppetto and Carina.

August has 5 older siblings (four older brothers and one older sister) and one younger sister.

His older siblings are Gustavo (Geppetto's dead son from his first marriage), Lampwick (fourteen years older), James (almost thirteen years older), Pinocchio (almost eleven years older), and Bella (almost seven years older).

His younger sister is Valentina, who is younger than he is by a year.

August has been described as shy and a bit of a loner but anyone who knows him well knows that he is also snarky, determined, patient, and a creative thinker.

He wants to be either a toy maker, a botanist, ir a hairdresser when he's older.

The redhead idolizes Lampwick, he is August's hero and August wants to be just like him when he's older.

He idolizes Lampwick so much that when he was younger, he was too shy to talk to him. He had the older redhead convinced that he hated him for a good while because of this.

August has pale skin, freckles, blue eyes, high cheekbones, and short auburn hair. Recently he dyed a streak of said hair blonde. He also has a mole on his cheek.

He, unlike the rest of his siblings, has glasses. Round, golden framed glasses with THICK lens because his eyesight is awful.

His favorite colors are gold, green, red, and white.

He has a yellow pet iguana with green eyes that he named 'Envy'.

August wears makeup.

August's favorite ice cream flavor is honey. His siblings all think this is weird.

He was voted Castlecoming King as a joke. Jokes on everyone who voted for him though, because he wasn't even at the dance and the only ones who got embarrassed by this was the ones who set it since they got overheard complaining that they didn't get to see his reaction to their prank (which got them scolded harshly by Fairy Godmother).

August is always wearing something with a floral pattern on it.

His ears, lip, and eyebrow are pierced.

August stress cleans.

If the eighteen year old doesn't want to be found, he won't be.

He can't sit in a chair properly. Seriously, man is always sitting with his legs crossed or sitting backwards.

He is almost always wearing four watches. This is because he was gifted each one of those watches and doesn't want to look like he's playing favorites or lose one.

August collects pins and has been gifted many, and can almost always be seen wearing one.

August's favorite holiday is Easter. Yes, he still participates in Easter egg hunts.

When he was a kid, Valentina helped him bury himself (don't worry they didn't bury his head. Just his body).

August gets along great with Tiger Peony, Amelia, Bianca, and the Badun cousins.

Wanted to be a hunter of Artemis when he was younger before he found out it was only for girls. Bella and Valentina still tease him about it.

He dyed his own hair.

August is an angry crier. Or just a crier in general (he hates this).

His favorite show is 'The Real Princesses of Charmingsville' because he likes the drama.

He was a cheerleader and a part of the Auradon Prep Nature/Gardening Club, as well as the Art Club.

August has a royallr (auradon tumblr) and an InstaRoyal account where he mainly posts his art.

He also has an Auratube account he rarely posts on where he teaches people different ways to draw, how to fix/build things, and how to do different hair styles and how to care for different plants.

Occasionally he will post about things you absolutely should not do with your pet iguana: "IGUANAS ARE COLD-BLOODED, DAMN IT, HE SHOULD NOT BE OUT IN THE SNOW. NO I DON'T CARE THAT YOU HAVE HIM DRESSED UP IN A CUTE OUTFIT, YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM BECAUSE HE'S NOT WARM ENOUGH!"

August loves to go go-karting and candle making. He also knows how to find people and how to pick locks.

The Dragon Slayers are his favorite band before he discovers the Bad Apples and Dark Devotion.

August loves banana curry pizza.

His favorite candy is gummi snakes.

August has been grounded the least out of his siblings: he's been grounded exactly once. It was because he shared a couple of the videos from the School of Secrets web series in one of his Auratube videos.

The videos being "Team", "Broken", and "Attention". He was grounded because Carina didn't like how he made cotnent out three videos of people's humiliation.

Don't worry he took the video down.

He doesn't always think things through.

He works at Geppetto and Sons' Workshop.

August lives at an apartment in Auradon City.

He has Acrophobia and anxiety.

He likes comic books, superhero movies, going to concerts, going to see plays, acting, drawing, and trying different foods.

He has a girlfriend named Tiffany. She's the daughter of a baroness.

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Picking Out Tulips

~ Tales From Lucifer's Hollow ~

This can be directly blamed on @forlorn-crows and their encouragement for this silly story 💙

Mountain x Rain ~ this is just a random little snippet from a future fic called Petal For Your Thoughts.

Warnings: Rain being head over heels for Mountain and his freckles, sfw, about 900 words

Rain smashed into the door, groaning and immediately feeling like the biggest idiot alive.

“What’d you do?”

“Ugh, nothing.  I’m fine.”  Rain tried to swat at Mountain’s hands but the big ghoul easily pushed them away.  He couldn’t help but sigh when Mountain gently pushed some of his hair back, his fingers running along his forehead and over the small bump that was already forming.  He opened his eyes, squinting up at the tall ghoul but when he saw Mountain grinning down at him he immediately closed them again.  “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about it though.”  He let Mountain lead him back into the bathroom, pouting when he looked in the mirror and saw the red mark on his forehead.  “This is your fault by the way.”

“My fault?  What did I do?”

Rain barely suppressed a shriek when Mountain’s big hands gripped his waist, easily lifting him up so he was sitting on the counter.  Their faces were level now and Rain couldn’t help but get lost in Mountain’s green eyes.  The little flecks of gold sparkling in the bathroom lights.  There was a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose.  They appeared again along the earth ghoul’s shoulders and even further down on his che–  

“You’re doing it again.”

“I’m literally standing here.”  

Rain huffed, doing his best to look at a point on the wall behind Mountain.  There was too much of him on display.  Too much skin and hair and horns and oh, was that his tail slipping up his le–

“I thought we agreed no,”  He gestured vaguely between them both, his frustration growing as Mountain’s smirk got bigger.  Rain groaned in defeat, leaning forward until his head was resting against Mountain’s warm chest.  A soft ‘ow’ left him at the pressure against the bump on his head.  “You’re being too sexy.”

Mountain’s chest vibrated under his head, the ghoul apparently finding great amusement in Rain’s predicament.  When Rain leaned back with a raised eyebrow Mountain shook his head, following him back so he could press a kiss on the tip of Rain’s nose.

“I’ll try to tone it down.”  He winked, grinning when Rain sighed again.  “Seriously though, how did you hit your head?”

“I came out to ask if you had a spare toothbrush and got uh, distracted.”  Rain couldn’t help but pout when Mountain just stared at him, knowing there was more to the story.  “It was the glasses.”

“Glasses?  Wait, my reading glasses?”

“Yes, you big idiot.  You were just sitting there in bed with your stupid glasses and your stupid tulip catalog.  It was hot.  Sue me.”

“So the sight of me in glasses, picking tulip bulbs out, was too much for you huh?”  Rain nodded primly, choosing to count the freckles on Mountain’s shoulders instead of meeting his eyes.  “Well, I’ll have to warn you next time I’m going to wear them.”

“All the skin didn’t help either.”

“I like sleeping in the nude, you’re lucky I’m wearing shorts.”  

Rain fell forward again, although this time he hooked an arm around Mountain’s shoulders and pushed his nose against the earth ghoul’s neck.  He smelled so good, like the woods and moss.  Like a garden of wildflowers basking in the sun.  It took all of his self control not to slip his tongue out and taste Mountain’s skin.

“Can we go to bed now?”  Mountain didn’t answer, but he wrapped an arm around Rain’s back and then hooked his other one under the water ghoul’s knees.  He easily lifted him up off the counter and carried back into the bedroom, smiling down at Rain’s pout.  “Show off.”

He yelped when Mountain dropped him onto the bed but quickly moved under the covers, burrowing down under the warm sheet and soft quilt.  Mountain climbed in after him, sliding an arm under Rain and tugging him close.  Rain watched him reach over to the side table to grab his discarded catalog but he hesitated at the last moment and looked back towards him.

“Are you going to be ok if I put my glasses back on?”

“I hate you.  Take me home.”

“Help me pick out some tulips first.”

Rain sighed, doing his best to focus on the pictures of flowers and not his extremely attractive boyfriend.  Mountain was almost too good to be true but Rain could see himself getting used to this.  To nights snuggled up in this big bed next to his big earth ghoul.  He spread his hand along the quilt, turning from the catalog to admire the design.

“This is nice, where did you get it?”

“I made it.”

Rain couldn’t help it, he started laughing.  His whole body was shaking with it.  When he managed to look up at Mountain, he started laughing harder.  The poor ghoul look bewildered, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with him.  Rain grabbed the catalog and tossed it onto the floor as he moved to straddle him.  Mountain’s hands quickly grabbed his waist, moving under Rain’s shirt and spreading up his back.  

With delicate fingers Rain took his glasses off and set them onto the table before reaching up to bury his fingers in Mountain’s thick hair.

“Of course you did.”

Mountain’s mouth tasted like tea and toothpaste and a hundred other things Rain never wanted to forget.

Read two other snippets: here and here

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[mellybellypines]

Omg hi! I’m JJ and this is like my first time on tumblr and I love it so much already. I absolutely love gravity falls and was wondering if someone would help me draw my oc! (I am terrible at art) her name is Magnolia Elizabeth Elsher-Pines ! Let me tell you a bit about her :)) (I’ll add inspo photos)

Magnolia is in her 60s, 5’6”, female, with emerald green eyes, freckles, beautiful long wavy light brown hair with curtain bangs, on the curvier side, a tiny scar on her left eyebrow, and wears cutesy glasses so she can see. She graduated from Stanford University with her Doctorate in Neurosurgery and her masters in psychology. (What I hope to do with my life in the future.🤞🏻)

About her:

She’s a very smart, shy, caring, loving, understanding, and gentle person but when it comes to her family she is very protective. She made a name for herself in the neurosurgery community and is one of the best neurosurgeons in the country. She adores all fabric, string, and painting crafts. She listens to smooth jazz that reminds her of ford. She’s also very active. She runs every morning on the beach to keep her body healthy.

Backstory:

Growing up she was very shy. She didn’t have many friends and was picked on because all she cared about was psychology. She met Stanley and Stanford pines when they were in elementary school together when they were 7 or 8. In middle school she developed a crush on Stanford because of his wits, his personality, and his crazy good looks. In high school around 10th grade she told Ford and they started dating and have been since. They had 3 kids together at the ages of 26 and 29. 2 twin boys Maxwell Filbrick Pines (oldest by 5 min), Samuel Lee Pines (2nd oldest), and their daughter Maddison Evangeline Pines (youngest by 3 years). Magnolia was pregnant with Maddison when Ford got stuck in the portal. She moved the kids back to her and Ford’s home town, Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. She raised them knowing their father. She’d tell them nonstop that he loves them dearly. For 30 years she waited for Stanford to come back. Never even glanced at another man never spoke to another man she was absolutely smitten for Ford. When she heard the news that Stanford was back, she rushed back to gravity falls desperate to hold him again. They’ve been in deep love since and Ford did in fact cry when her and the kids came back to him.

I’d absolutely love if someone could help me with this OC! I’m on my hands and knees begging.

*edit* : I didn’t make this clear when I made this post. I will most definitely pay for people’s art. I’m obsessed with art and would never ever make an artist spend time on me without paying them a reasonable amount for their time.

Here’s some pics I pulled from Pinterest that fit her vibe:

[macsimagines]

Ah i'm glad for the clarification! And your hc are all super good too! I'm excited to try for a matchup for Tokyo Revengers, since I don't think Ive done one at all and today's officially my 20th Birthday 🥳

My name is Lucy, physically I'm 165cm tall (I wish I was so much taller), long brown wavy hair and green eyes, I also wear glasses and have a bunch of freckles in my face, I don't have many curves but a very pronounced waist and a curved S spine. I have many different clothing styles from femme to masc because fashion and expression is important to me, although I don't wear a lot of accesories like necklaces or earings because they overwhelm me in those sensitive areas.

As for personality, I'm never ashamed to be myself, very talktative, social and passionate about the things I love, talking about everything and anything both seriously and joking is what I live for. I consider myself charming and confident, but can very easily come off as intimidating. I love to share opinions and hobbies, and ask alot about someone elses too. I adore horror, musicals, all types of bugs, pranks, poetry and eating out. I'm an older sister of twins by 12 years, and I take all of the housework because of it, cleaning, cooking and everything else falls to me. Since I'm a linguistic and translation major, being good with words and expressing yourself both creatively and specifically is second nature. That same passion becomes explosive when having arguments because I really stand my ground, I have very clear moral and persinal grounds that I stand on. It has made me become stubborn but also incredibly loyal to those I know, since I'm very clear on never judging others, because one never truly know what the other person is going through, but said empathy becomes an issue with my history of letting abuse go because of it. That leads to being overly lenient with people, but also incredibly resentful. I heavily dislike violence and detatchment, since I came from a background full of it, hence why I love showering people with love, attention and compliments. Specially in the context of the series, I understand why violence becomes recurrent. I crave being needed and loved, but I'm so afraid of being loved back.

I'm not sure if we're meant to include preferences, I appreciate people who understand what it's like to grow up in a tough enviorment, that also craves love and it's willing to give it. To be able to feel like a child in a safe space. I don't enjoy when people are overly mean because it feels like chasing love, and because the lines between tease and cruelty becomes blurred.

I'm not sure if this is how it's suppoused to be done 😭😭 I hope it is, thanks for the hard work :33!!

Happy birthday Lucy!!! I think you wanted a matchup but im also including a few headcanons and relationship song! heres who ive got you with

💚#KAKUCHO HITTO#💚

Its only because you get him, baby. You guys can be yourselves around each other. Even better, you get to be weak together. The whole world seems to just stop for a few precious moments you two get to have together.

He doesn't have to be this hardened punk ready and willing to throw hands at the drop of a hat. No Kakucho can just melt in your arms and rest his head right on your chest. He gets to be soft with you.

Soooo goddamn sweet and gentle with you. Its a priveldge to treat you like a princess. And an even sweeter gift how bashful and shy you are.

Don't get me wrong he's soft but hes a soft-dom. Meaning he's still in charge, baby. Tell him you don't like it when he snuggles you close and holds you like you're the most delicate thing on earth? Too bad. Hate that he showers you in all sorts of sweet talk when its just the two of you? He won't stop.

Its never PDA though. He saves all of that mushy stuff for when you're in private. In public though? You're off fucking limits. Anyone so much as walks in your direction and Kakucho is sending them home with a concussion.

And not liking violence? Well he tries not to do anything in front of you. But what you don't understand is that you're the most amazing person on the planet. You're his Soulmate. How can you expect him to not get a little crazy.