#i hope its okay that i answered this publicly

[goodlucktai]

I'm glad you liked the art! I love the characters you create to populate the stories you write; they're all so fun and vibrant! And, look- the only thing that stopped me from screaming when I recognized Benny was the fact that it was 3 am; throwing him in there as Hueso's probably cousin/cabbie was such a big-brain move.

DGKDHGD thank you so much ! i'm so happy you enjoyed the ocs, because i thought about them so much and miss them constantly :')

there was an additional line i wrote in the first version of the epilogue about niji crawling in through leo's bedroom window one night to cry on him because she was being officially adopted by her snake foster moms. i didnt end up going with that version but niji and suzy and renren all get adopted by families who adore them and they all remain leo's ride-or-dies for life. meanwhile their adoptive parents flock to yoshi for advice because he's kept 5 entire kids alive to reach their teenage years somehow and that makes him THE guy to ask any question you have. yoshi has no idea they hang on his every word, he's still getting used to like. having more than one friend 😭 he also has june AND usagi's auntie in his corner now. auntie is like 'ah yes, my family has suddenly gotten much bigger, and contains turtles, humans, AND a rat now. the more the merrier'

and benny !!! i joked to my friends on discord that hueso's entire family was predisposed to spoil leo rotten before they even met him because benny talked about him so much

[insertdisc5]

Um so I've been sitting on this ask for months cause I didn't want to bother you with how many messages you must get. And because it's difficult for me to be open about my experiences, but I'm working on that part thanks to you! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

For the first time in my 32 years of life I'm starting to open up to my friends and family. When I'm tearing myself down or having a panic attack about how I think I'm failing the people around me, now I say "This is something Siffrin would do, and you'd give them grace, so give yourself grace..." I can't overstate how much your writing has changed my life for the better.

AND I KNOW THIS IS CRINGE but I've been seeking out a last name for myself for many many years, cause I hate having my estranged father's name. And I never found a name that felt right, until now. So I hope it's ok with you that I'm working on changing it to "Frin" as a reminder to keep giving myself grace. 👉🏻👈🏻

Anyways haha I'm going to curl up in a hole now~! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ But not before I give you a huge thank you. So, THANK YOU!!!

i have no words. im incredibly humbled on all accounts by your message... for thinking about siffrin and how you'd give them grace, so you are giving yourself grace in return... for adopting a last name from isat... for trying your best to be more open!!! weargh!!!!!! you are incredibly brave and i want to thank you for your message from the bottom of my heart. im rooting for you!!!!!!

[deerspherestudios]

Thank you for the info on the bouncing animations, seeing my characters do a lil jump is so fun!

And I do mean the sounds themselves, I’ve figured out the coding bit. The sound design in MO is so good! I gotta know your secrets!

Haha I'm happy to have helped! For the sound design it's pretty straightforward, I just assembled the sounds in Premier Pro (it's not an audio software but it was conveniently on my desktop) and layered them out. So one audio file has multiple sounds in sequence.

For a longer explanation:

If you look at the audio files, some of them are baked in like "tail-whip.ogg" having the mug being pushed, falling off the edge, a whoosh of air and the tail catching it in one single audio file. Another example is "kitchen-cabinets.ogg" where you can hear Mychael's boots walk away first and then muffled cabinets opening and closing.

The sequence of different sound cues really make it unique to that scenario instead of just one noise indicating movement like a simple 'thwap' to show the mug being caught or just kitchen cabinets themselves. It's a little extra admittedly (I don't know if a lot of VNs even do this) but I really enjoy doing it especially hearing the final result!

As I implement them in, I always go back and forth looking at what I wrote and what I expect to hear, since I want it to feel natural regardless of reading speed if that makes sense. Timing them is the most important!

There is a 'queue audio' function in Ren'Py where one audio file plays after the first is finished, but I find it much more finicky than just editing the sounds myself where I can control the timing, volume and add in effects if I wanted in one single playback.

I hope that helps!

[wasurenaghost]

HELLO HII THIS MADE ME CRY A LITTLE OMFG???????????? IM HAPPY YOU LIKE MY WORKS AAAAAA 😭😭😭😭 you make such pretty pretty jewelry and im sending you sososososo much love hehe <3

omg you saw it so fast HELLO KYAAA idk how to tumblr so i never expect my posts to be seen....i saw your name in my notes and lost my mind a little UISHFUHSF THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR AMAZING WRITING!!!! AND FOR SEEING MY JEWELRY!!

[hannahmanderr]

I had the most wonderfully painful, angst-potential inducing, tragic idea last night at 2 am and I HAVE to tell someone and explain my vision or I’ll explode.

No one knows AU, except no one knows. Not even Danny. Especially not Danny. When he’s phantom, he fully knows and recognizes the massive and dangerous irony, but when he’s not, he has Fenton-parents level of hatred and a personal grudge against Phantom. Maybe Danny is even fully aware that not all ghosts are dangerous or evil, but he’s unshakably convinced that Phantom is. Whatever Phantom is “doing” to keep giving Danny memory losses and to keep trying to convince Danny’s friends that he’s Danny is just making it worse. (And if he ever manages to fix his daily amnesia? Well the “Danny must be possessed by that evil ghost boy so we must torture the ghost until he stops hiding in him” conclusion is less far fetched and maybe even something Danny and co. had preparations for.)

Aka: Superhero doesn’t know their own secret identity trope, but he also is trying to destroy his hero-self

SFDHDFSLSHLDF okay anon i'm gonna be real with you, this is not something i would be able to write in a million years FOR A NUMBER OF REASONS FDSHLJ mainly that i am a Fluff ChildTM and i hardcore struggle with reading and writing angst fsdhkkhjsdf

THAT BEING SAID you should write this!!! embrace your vision!!! take it and make it yours!!! a third thing!!!

no but fr i'm like sfajdklsdhfj (/pos) that you would think of me to send this to, but i'm all for encouraging everyone to write!! we don't have near enough writers imho and i'm always excited by someone having ideas to write! i'm probably sounding like a Motivational SpeakerTM BUT LISTEN I JUST LOVE SUPPORTING CREATIVITY DSFHKJL

(and if you do write it, shoot me a link and i'll be sure to share it!!!!)

[collophora]

Do you ever do commissions?!

<3 Occasionally yes.

My style and process change all the time so I don't keep a price sheet (I'm usually around 30-50 for Sketch and 100+$ for complex color illustration.)

Feel free to dm me with exemple of what you would like if you're interested.

[randomwords247]

You say that you haven't had nonalcoholic eggnog before. I have an excellent recipe for homemade if you wanna try it, though the measurements would have to be converted because I'm American, fhdjkfhd

DUDE I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW IF THATS OKAY

Also dw!! I have a cup measuring set, so as long as the measurements are in cups I should be good

I would love so much to know I will make it for my family at Christmas

[wilwheaton]

DNC speakers painted a clear picture of Trump, his history as president, and his frightening agenda if he wins a second term. But fact-checkers clouded that image to Trump’s benefit. For example, the Washington Post’s Glenn Kessler challenged Hillary Clinton’s statement that Kamala Harris “won’t be sending love letters to dictators.” Trump himself said in 2018 about North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un: “We fell in love, okay? No, really, he wrote me beautiful letters, and they’re great letters. We fell in love.” Still, Kessler insists the truth of Clinton’s statement about love letters “is in the eye of the beholder.” Clinton’s actual point is that Trump openly admires and cozies up to dictators and autocrats — not a great trait for the leader of the free world. Kessler insists “there is no evidence” Trump personally sent love letters to Kim Jong Un, and while that’s true — he might have just received them and responded by praising Kim publicly — it’s beside the point. Whether Trump literally writes steamy notes to dictators isn’t relevant. The issue is that Trump’s a wannabe despot.

What's wrong with the fact-checkers?

This is why I argue that the Harris campaign has no reason to prioritize talking to a corporate press. These lazy writers who should give back their journalism degrees and the feckless editors they answer to absolutely know better, yet they continue to take Trump at his word while nitpicking every single thing that a Democrat says. It’s Calvinball.

Everyone under 50 knows that corporate media is a waste of time if you want to know the truth, and that’s a real shame because a functioning Democracy demands a strong, independent, fiercely aggressive and publicly accountable press that follows the truth, wherever it leads.

I hope that the current generation of independent journalists (the real ones, like Jessica Yellin, not the Incelfluencers who spew right wing talking points) continues to expose corporate news media as the unreliable propaganda it too often is.

When I hear folks at the Times, the Post, CNN and other corporate outlets complain about how they don’t get any respect from a campaign that is getting its message out without their misleading spin and editorializing, I love it for them, and wonder if they’ll look in the mirror long enough to actually do something to earn back the respect they seem utterly baffled they have lost.

[withjaejae]

Hole-in-One | JJK pt. 3

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

High society, richie rich setting

Warnings: Oral (m/f), fingering, car sex, superstitions, tiny bit of jealous Jk, mostly Simp JK, unprotected sex, just sex.

A/N: felt inspired by JK’s recent live so here we are. Enjoy

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“If I make this hole-in-one, let’s go to the charity ball together as a couple.” Jungkook smirks and hits the ball. He was confident that he doesn’t even look when the ball goes in so smoothly.

You on the other hand are smiling like an idiot.

Its been a month since you and Jungkook started dating but you’ve been doing it lowkey. With the finals over and graduation is just around the corner, he wants to publicly announce your relationship by going to your parents’ charity ball together. For the entire society to see.

Jungkook approaches you and bends over to peck your lips. You were about to speak when a cough interrupts your moment.

“So this is why you don’t ask me to play golf anymore.” Namjoon stood behind you two and frowns. “Auntie told me you and Jungkook would be here.”

“Okay, and?” You raise your eyebrows. His eye flicker between you and Jungkook standing very close to each other.

“What are you doing with my friend?” He finally asks and Jungkook drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“We’re dating.” You answer simply and Jungkook’s chest swells with pride. “What do you want, Joonie?”

“Jungkook, need a favor.” You groan and turn away, taking Jungkook with you.

“Aha. My days as your wingman are over, Joonie.” He teases him with the nickname. “I’m like your cousin now.” His words make you blush.

“Come on. You’re like the best wingman ever.” Namjoon groans. “There’s this girl who DJs at this club. You know people there, just give me an opening.”

“And I told you, I can’t. Plus, me and YN are going shopping tonight.” He shrugs. Namjoon groans in frustration.

You take pity in your cousin who is single as a pringle.

“You can go.” You look up at Jungkook. “It would be fun.”

“Nah. I hate clubs, the only clubs I want are these.” He hugs his brand new golf clubs that he bought yesterday. “Plus, I got a hole-in-one. Don’t I get my reward?”

“I thought your reward was the charity ball?” He groans. “Okay.” You tease.

“Ugh. I hate you two. Come onnnnnn.” You forgot Namjoon was still there. “You can tag along YN.” You contemplate.

“Damn. She must be really hot for you to let me join.” You turn back around to face him. “I guess we can go after shopping.” You look up at Jungkook.

“Fine.” He pouts.

“Would you be angry if I just drove around the block then back to the club house because I’m sure Henry or whatever can spare me a room?” Jungkook as his eyes glued to your legs. “Baby, you’re a sin.” His eyes finally met yours.

After shopping you both took an hour to prepare to get Namjoon a girlfriend. Or you hope its going to be a girlfriend.

You picked out a cute silver dress that’s too short for Jungkook’s sanity.

“If yoy’re the best wingman the way Namjoon says you are. We can be back at the club in an hour.” You trail your finger along his jaw before giving him a soft kiss.

He groans as you step away, he opens the door for you and you both drive towards the heart of the concrete jungle.

Namjoon had already chosen a VIP table near the DJ booth. His eyes light up as soon as he spots Jungkook approach with you right next to him.

“Ugh. You guys look good. Its annoying.” He rolls his eyes but hands you two an amorito sour.

“Okay, you ready?” Jungkook drinks half his cocktail and stands up.

“What? No! Its too soon!” Jungkook sits back down and pouts. “Do you have a next appointment or something?”

“No.” He continues to pout and you giggle at his cuteness.

“Relax.” You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. “Let’s have some fun.”

A tray of shots gets served at your table and you’re just as shocked as Jungkook. But hey, you haven’t been out for a while.

The three of you took shots like actual college students. Jungkook’s hand sitting tightly in between your knees.

“Jungkook. Go time.” Namjoon nods, you both look up at the DJ booth where they switch and the female Dj exits towards you.

“Whatever you’re gonna see. Its all for show.” Jungkook whispers before grabbing a shot glass and walks down crossing her and accidentally spilling the shot over her arm.

He doesn’t apologize, instead he just walks away and you can see the dj mumble ‘asshole’ just then Namjoon approaches with a handful of tissues and strikes up a conversation with her. In a couple of minutes you feel someone sit next to you.

“Is it like a good cop bad cop sort of thing?” You ask before turning to see who sat next to you.

“I dunno.” The voice sounded different.

You turn to see Kim Taehyung, a highschool friend, you shriek and hug him.

“Tae tae! When did you get back?” You start speaking french.

You both attended a private school in Paris but he pursued art there while you came home for college. Though you knew each other since you were kids, you only became close in highschool.

“A couple of days ago, I’m in town for a relative’s wedding. Fancy seeing you here, you hate clubs.” His arm was draped over the couch behind you.

Jungkook could see it from across the room, his stare is as sharp as a spear. The moment Tae tucks a hair behind your ear, he snaps. Angrily wading through the crowd on the dance floor before he finally reaches you both.

Tae looks up at him. “Jungkook.”

“Taehyung.” The air suddenly felt cold. Your eyes going back and forth between them.

Taehyung was the reason Jungkook didn’t make swim captain in 6th grade. He’s pissed to this day. He was also the reason he didn’t join the Paris program, he didn’t want to be anywhere around the man.

Clearly you two became close while in Paris.

“Taehyung, you remember Jungkook, he’s my boyfriend.” The B word that came from your mouth made any anger from Jungkook dissipate.

“Ah. Seems that I was too late.” He teases but you reach up for Jungkook’s hand. Taehyung took it as his cue to leave. “It was nice seeing you both. If he ever breaks up with you…” he locks eyes with Jungkook. “Call me.” Then looks at you.

You give him a small wave as he left, Jungkook takes his seat back. A grin on his face.

“You called me boyfriend.” He wraps an arm around your waist.

“Are you not?” You bit your lip. But the expression on Jungkook’s face tells you he loves it.

“I most definitely am, girlfriend.” You both cringe and laugh.

You wait a couple more minutes until Namjoon gives a thumbs up while passing you both before you stood up and left.

“Well, that was fun.” You smile as Jungkook gets in the car with you.

“But not as fun as—“ Before Jungkook could finish his sentence you’re crossing the center console and sitting on his lap, landing your lips on his.

It was a good makeout session until Jungkook starts undressing you.

“Wait. We can’t.” You pull away from the kiss, his hooded eyes luring you in. He asks why, “It’s bad luck to fuck in a car.”

“Says who?” He chuckles. “Its not like anyone can see us.”

“I know and I really want to. But it’s bad luck. For the car, not us.” He full on laughs.

“I wanna test that now.” He continues to put both hands on your ass. “Shit.” He curses when he feels you wearing a thong.

“Fine. Its your car.” You crawl towards the back seat. “Do you want your reward?” You wink and he hastly follows you.

His jeep has a wide leg space for the back seat so there was no hurdle as you situate yourself between his legs. You tie your hair up in a pony tail and place his hand on it.

“Shit. I don’t think I’ll last long with you looking like a fucking goddess.” You smirk at his words as you finally take him in your mouth. “Holy fuck. You are most definitely a goddess.” You take him deep in your throat and swallow around him.

He groans deeply making your slick drip from your folds. You moan around him, you can feel his dick twitch on your tongue. You drag your tongue across every ridge and nerve, the slurping sounds echoing in Jungkook’s brain. Despite your ruined mascara, he worships how you take him so well. Whispering filthy things as he cums down your throat.

He pulls you by your pony tail, you’re facing the passenger’s side window, you feel his tongue lick your thigh all the way up to your folds.

“Baby, you’re dripping.” You chuckles. “Who did this to you?” He, again, rips your underwear off.

That’s the fifth time in the time you’ve been together.

“You.” You mewl and rest your head on the seat. “Kookie, please.” Your breathing becomes ragged as you feel him tease your hole with his fingers. Pushing back towards him.

“Eager, baby?” He bites your ass cheek as he plunges two fingers in you.

He’s making you scream and moan, not giving a shit if someone passed by and heard you. Begging for more, his fingers have no mercy after adding another finger. He makes you fuck yourself on his hand and he revels in your reactions.

Your thighs start shaking, a sign that you’re close but just before you dive into your climax he pulls away.

“Nooooo—FUCK.” Your complaint turns into a moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rams his huge cock in you in one go. Your wetness making it easy for him to slide in.

He pistons in you, for sure someone can see the car shake but who the fuck cares anymore.

He takes a seat and you ride his huge cock facing away from him. You rest your hands on the front seats and give him something you’ve always wanted to do. And honestly, it drives him mad.

You raise your hips and start fucking yourself on his cock. As if you were twerking on him.

The view of your ass bouncing makes him lose it. He gathers up some slick and spits on your ass, you look back at him as he teases your ass hole with his thumb. You push back and nod, giving him a go.

He lets out a rough exhale as he pushes this thumb into your ass. You moan at the intrusion but surprisingly, it feels good. Maybe its the alcohol , or maybe its just Jungkook but fuck you feel ecstacy.

Your entire body becomes sensitive as you reach your peak.

“Baby. So fucking close.” You moan and Jungkook meets your ass by thrusting up. His thumb still in there. The sensation pushes you over and you’re cumming all over his cock the same time as he paints your insides white.

Your arms give out and Jungkook catches you again. You both catch your breat before you crawl to reach for the wet tissues from the glove compartment. You clean each other up.

“So… butt stuff.” You start and he chuckles.

“Its my first time too baby. Let’s put it on a shelf.” He kisses you deeply. Three words almost slipped out of his lips but he holds it back. Its too soon.

The next morning.

You both stand on the side walk, staring at Jungkook’s car as it gets towed. Apparently, it won’t start and its not because of the battery.

You open your mouth to say something but he shuts you up by kissing you. Out on the street. For your parents and the neighborhood to see. Both his hands on either side of your face, your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Yes, you warned me. But it was so worth it.” He pecks your lips. “We still have your car.”

“Nope. Its bad luck. My baby cannot have bad luck.” He keeps an arm around your shoulders as you take a stroll down the road.

“So, do you already have an outfit for the charity ball?” He asks and you nod.

You do hope he likes the deep royal purple gown you had custom made. It was also your graduation party after all.

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Part 4

[skz-bibi]

( 🔴 ) ... [ YOUTUBE ] STRAY KIDS: THE KITTEN INTERVIEW !

( outfit ) ...

"i'm bibi." she waved to the camera , smiling.

they all sat on the floor excitedly waiting for the kittens to come out. "are they coming?" she squealed as the small kittens entered the studio. "oh my god , they're so cute."

she picked one up , gently scratching its head. "it's so soft." she said , not sure if she'd even be focused to answer the questions.

what do you look forward to eating the most when traveling in the usa?

"Chick fil a." she said , holding the feather over the kitten's head watching it follow it. "I wish I could take that back to Korea with me sometimes."

"I wish I could take you back to Korea with me." she cooed at the cat.

what's your favorite american slang word?

"they learned about rizz a few weeks ago , it's been interesting."

if you were an action figure, which two accessories would you come with?

"my phone and chocolate."

ryan Reynolds has publicly said he's a stray kids fan , are there any other celebs you were surprised to learn were your fans?

"we recently met chris hemsworth?" chris said , telling them about their interaction at the met.

"it was sort of like playing with an older brother , imagine being picked up by the chris hemsworth." she laughed.

"oh at the vmas sabrina carpenter called me cute." she smiled. "and I tell everyone about it."

you were the first full kpop group to attend the met gala. what was the most memorable about the experience.

"I think the entire thing was memorable , growing up I would see the outfits on TV and think it was so cool , I never thought I would be able to ever attend something like that."

if you weren't an idol what job do you think you'd be good at?

"probably a track star or a actress."

what names are your members saved as in your phone? What's your group chat name?

"chris oppa" "yongbok" "lee know oppa" "han" "yenie" she pointed them out. "then bin oppa" "hyunjin" "and kim seungmo like han." she said.

what artist would be your dream collaboration?

"tyla." she smiled. "i love her so much."

what's your love language?

"hugs , I love physical touch." she hugged the kitten. "you're so cute , she nuzzled her on top of his head.

"bibi is like a koala." Felix said. "she clings to people all the time." she nodded. "it's cute."

what's your roman empire?

"What would happen to me if I just was shipped off to a private island and had to survive?" she said. "really." she nodded. "I think about it often , I don't think I'd survive because I have 0 survival instincts."

if you could put one stray kids song into a time capsule to be listened to by future generations which would you pick ?

"3rd eye." she said. "I feel like a lot of people would love that song in the future."

you've had countless comebacks, but what concepts do you want to try that you haven't done yet?

"something like muddy water, I think it would be fun to have a comeback with that old school hiphop vibe." she said.

your concert last sometimes three hours, what's the secret to maintaining stamina on stage?

"relax a bit before you go on." she said. "save all your energy for when you're on stage , cause that's when it matters."

"of course with a group like this it's hard , so I say just wing it when you're up there." they laughed. "bibi stop."

what's your workout routine?

"legs the most , I don't focus on upper body a lot , I have no interest in lifting weights , but if I'm working out with the members I'll do it just for fun."

"doesn't last long." jeongin said. "yeah because I hate it." she laughed.

what's changed the most about straykids from your rookie days to now?

"my outlook on everything , when I was a rookie I thought about everything did wrong , now I just go with the flow and hope for the best."

what's one piece of advice you'd give to your trainee self?

"it's gonna be okay."

©️SKZ-BIBI

[howtofightwrite]

Most traditional boxing instructors will tell you that if the opponent is taller than you, has longer arms than you, or is heavier than you, you're fucked and you need to stay extremely aware and work really hard to compensate for all the advantage he has over you.

In a recent forensic survey, it was determined that most traditional boxing instructors who get into real world altercations die when they're shot in the head.

This is the problem with a lot of these kinds of arguments. No one practices traditional boxing. At least, no one does so publicly. How do I know this? Because traditionally boxers fought in the nude. Yeah, we're not seeing that, are we? Now, maybe they meant bare knuckle boxing, but really no one does that either, these days. Boxing without safety equipment is not a particularly good idea, for fairly obvious reasons.

The only reason the word, “traditional,” is in the ask is to lend their statement unearned credibility. It's an attempt to make their statement sound more authoritative, without offering any evidence to support the statement.

Who said that?

“Traditional people did.”

Okay, but, 'traditionally,' people cleaned shit off their ass with a stick. So, maybe appealing to Hellenic sports isn't the best gauge of how a fight will play out.

Also, I know I just said it, but, who are these authoritative sports guys? Because they're not named. We're simply told, “most,” of them agree. Which starts to sound a lot like “four out of five dentists agree.” Who are these instructors? What do they teach? Why are the currently in prison for indecent exposure? And how much did you pay them to get their uninformed opinion? Salient questions which may need to be answered, if the original question wasn't invalid on its face.

Why do I say it's invalid?

Because boxing isn't fighting.

Boxing is a sport.

Boxing has rules.

Kick your opponent in the groin, or shin, and you're punished.

Step on their foot, push them, and watch them tumble to the ground before you start stomping on them, and you'll be punished.

Throwing your opponent will be punished.

And of course, as mentioned at the top, pulling out a gun and expanding your opponent's mental horizons is extremely frowned upon.

These are all things that can happen in a real fight.

These are all things that do not benefit from increased height or reach.

There is one genuinely accurate statement. In a fight, you do need to be very aware of what's going on around you. Everything else is the product of someone who's been punched in the head repeatedly until the CTEs got them thinking that boxing is analogous to a real fight in any way. (And, statistically, will probably end their career sitting in a jail cell over an aggravated assault charge, because their emotional self-control was completely destroyed by those same head injuries.)

The rules that boxers need to follow are designed to (somewhat) protect the participants. It reduces the dangers of a boxer being killed in the ring. In an observation that I would hope to be self-evident, those rules don't exist in actual combat.

It's also amusing, because the original Asker had to go so far as to single out an ill-defined, “traditional” boxing, because no other martial art they checked gave them the soundbite they wanted.

And, of course, women box. Historically, you could say, “traditionally,” there were even boxing matches between men and women. It wasn't until the 1880s that women were excluded from competitive boxing in the UK. (I'm not sure of the exact date when women were banned from boxing in the US, though that prohibition lasted for less than a century, before the modern return of women to the sport.)

So, either these “traditional instructors” don't know the history of their own sport... which doesn't sound particularly “traditional” to me, or they're full of shit.

My advice to everyone would be, maybe, don't take the advice of a sports coach about how he's secretly an absolute badass in all the delusional fantasies he's cooked up about how he'd like to inflict violence on others because they wouldn't date him.

-Starke

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[whyse7vn]

I’M SORRY -

[ ot7 x reader ]

JUNGKOOK -

jk: i’m sorry

jk: didn’t mean to make you upset :(

i hope i die

i should get jumped

barely survive

be on life support until i’m 50

and when i wake up die from the most painful heart attack recorded

i hope no one attends my funeral and i’m publicly and privately made fun of even after i’ve passed

hope my parents are ashamed and i hope that whenever the name jungkook is said people feel sick to their stomachs

i’m gonna throw up

gonna choke myself to death

i have the tightest grip on my throat rn

i’m going red

it’s fading to black

i’m sorry i wasn’t being a good boyfriend

tell bam that his dad was an asshole who didn’t deserve any rights

don’t even let him remember me as his father

i don’t deserve that title

i don’t deserve anything

not after what i did

burn all my clothes

delete all my pictures

tear my face off all posters

cross my name off all paperwork

i am not worthy of anything

y/n: shut up

jk: i’m sorry

y/n: i can tell

jk: i didn’t mean it

y/n: i forgive you

jk: really?

y/n: yeah

jk: do you really or are joking?

if ur joking it’s not a funny joke

y/n: you can come back home now

jk: really 🥺?

y/n: don’t ever use that emoji again

jk: sorry

i’m coming

omw

i love you

this is so great

y/n: you’re so dramatic

jk: i’m sorry

y/n: stop apologising

jk: sorry

i mean

ok

love u

y/n: hurry up

jk: 🏃‍♂️

SEOKJIN -

jin: can you talk to me now

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

i’m going to kms and it gonna be all your fault if you don’t reply to me

y/n: record it

jin: hey loml 😘😘❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗

WAIT WTF

THATS SO SICK?/?:£:££.&.&.&&.

y/n: what do you want?

jin: i love you ❤️💓🩷

y/n: bye

jin: WAITTTT :(((((((((((((((

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

pls

y/n: what

jin: i’m outside 🤭🤗❤️

y/n: stay outside

jin: am i a dog?????

DON’T ANSWER THAT

anyways

i’ve come to see you princess 😘❤️‍🔥

y/n: gross

go home

jin: i am home 🥺

y/n: ur at MY home

jin: tu casa es mi casa 😚

y/n: that is not how that phrase goes

jin: let me inside pookie it’s cold 😍

y/n: you should have a key if it’s ur house

jin: LET ME IN IM TRYING SOSOSOSO HARD

FUCK YOU

ITS COLD

MY HAIR IS WET

IM DISTRESSED

LET ME INNNNNNNN

y/n: it took you 3 minutes

to be an asshole again

jin: :((((

i really tried that time

i can’t help it

this is real this is me

i was born this way

you can’t change me

ur the asshole if we think about it why are you trying to change people?? let the world know you LOSER

y/n: fyi you can stay outside

jin: PLS NOOOO PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

y/n: “pls” doesn’t really sound like sorry to me…

jin: I SAID IM SORRY

I DIDN’T MEAN TO SHOUTT

IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYY

i love you

this is kinda sadistic if you think about it

didn’t know you was a freak like that bae

it’s okay i kinda like it

how about you let me in now

or do you want me to beg more???

pls oh plsssss let me in 🥺

i’ll never be mean again i promise 😇

pls 😚

hello??

babe??????

fr this isn’t funny

hello

HELLO

OPEN THE DOOR PLS

HELLLOOOO

OMH

HELLLLO

pls

i’m fr sorry

i mean it like genuinely

hello

…

okay let’s stop now

…………..

HELLLLO

fuck you

HOSEOK -

hobi: this fighting stuff kinda boring now

….

hello

i’m sorry

BOOOO

:(((

y/n: you can’t just walk out the house mid argument

hobi: in my defence u were being mean

y/n: so were you???

hobi: ??

y/n: be honest are you fr gonna just leave like that when things get hard?

hobi: i mean i might

y/n: …

hobi: things were pretty hard

y/n: AS MAN OF THE HOUSE YOU SHOULD OF GOT RID OF THE SPIDER

hobi: AS A FEMINIST I LEFT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF IT TO HELP YOU FEEL EMPOWERED

y/n: fuck you don’t come home

hobi: i would never lie to u bae 🙏🏼

and i would never suppress a moment for a woman to feel empowered

y/n: don’t actually fucking speak to me

hobi: ily

cheer up baby cheer up baby

y/n: picked the wrong member

jungkook would of helped me

hobi: omg????????

are you fr?

y/n: would never lie to you bae 🙏🏽

hobi: ….

JIMIN -

jimin:

y/n: ???

jimin: are you still mad at me?

y/n: yes jimin wtf

jimin: do you want to have sex?

y/n: yes jimin wtf

jimin: love you

y/n: whatever

jimin: say it back

y/n: i won’t

jimin: you will

y/n: definitely will not

jimin: i’ll sing for you

y/n: no thanks

jimin: no thanks?

y/n: no thanks.

jimin: you say that like i’m bad at singing

y/n: eh

jimin: eh?

y/n: eh.

jimin: i won’t have sex with you

y/n: aw man

jimin: don’t sound too sad

y/n: ok

jimin: you should be

y/n: i’m not

jimin: i go crazy in bed yk?

y/n: that is the ugliest thing you have ever said to me

jimin: if ur not in love with me just say that

y/n: i won’t

jimin: so ur IN love with me is what i’m hearing

y/n: ur not hearing anything cuz we are messaging rn

jimin: can you just tell me you love me like a normal person?

y/n: you don’t deserve it

jimin: okay maybe that’s true

but you should do it just once

pretty pls with a cherry on top 🥺

y/n: i’ll punch you

jimin: maybe i’ll enjoy it

y/n: nasty

jimin: kiss me

y/n: where are you?

jimin: ur really gonna kiss me?

y/n: ur talking long to tell me where you are so ig i’m not

jimin: joon’s studio

y/n: maybe i’m omw

jimin: ur so in love with me it’s kinda gross 🤭

YOONGI -

yoongi: :3

y/n: die tbh

yoongi: :3

y/n: your stupid faces mean nothing to me

yoongi: :3

y/n: …

yoongi: :33333

y/n: i hate you

yoongi: :Ɛ

y/n: ew wtf how did you do that

yoongi: Ɛ:

y/n: stop omg

yoongi: i’m sorry :3

y/n: cool

yoongi: i’m fr :3

y/n: idc :3

yoongi: you used the face :3

ur not mad :3

y/n: ur logic is wrong

yoongi: bring the face back :3

and it’s not logic it’s common sense :3

y/n: ur wrong

yoongi: never been wrong a day in my life :3

y/n: that’s crazy

so when you shouted at me for no reason you weren’t in the wrong?

good to know

yoongi: okay i never said that :3

y/n: but you did

yoongi: ur being annoying :3

y/n: fuck you

DID YOU JUST SEND ME 10K?????????

yoongi: did i? :3

y/n: you can’t just buy my forgiveness

yoongi: i can’t? :3

y/n: this is not how relationships work yoongi

yoongi: this is how our relationship works :3

y/n: no it’s not

STOP SENDING ME MONEY OMG?:£:£:’

yoongi: :3

y/n: you are still not forgiven leave me alone

yoongi: unforgiven i’m a villain :3

y/n: SEND ANOTHER 10k AND UR GETTING BLOCKED

yoongi: ur making me real upset rn :3

y/n: go back to work

yoongi: stop being mad at me :3

y/n: die

yoongi: don’t say that i’m about to get on a plane :3

y/n: now i feel bad

yoongi: say sorry :3

y/n: nvm

yoongi: :(

look you’ve made me change faces hope you feel bad :(

y/n: i don’t

yoongi: ur sick and twisted :(

y/n: cry about it

yoongi: really hope i survive this plane ride :(

y/n: i will not be guilt tripped by you

yoongi: you told me to die knowing i was getting on a plane :(

y/n: bye

yoongi: what if i had a deep deep fear of flying and u made that fear 10x worse rn :(

y/n: you don’t

yoongi: you don’t know a thing :(

y/n: fuck you

yoongi: do you really want ur last words to me be fuck you :(

y/n: fly safe

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: no

tae: hiiiiiiii

wtf how did you know

y/n: blocked

tae: NONONONONONO

y/n: you have one minute

go

tae: i am walking alone rn

y/n: ???

tae: on the street

y/n: ok?

tae: alone

y/n: you said that

tae: ALONE

ALL ALONE

y/n: right

tae: it’s not right actually

ITS VERY FAR FROM RIGHT

i’m ALONE

do you know what could happen to me rn?

i could literally be snatched up off the street by anyone

y/n: hopefully it’s a rehabilitation centre 🙏🏽

tae: WHAG IS UR PROBLEM

IM ALONE ALONE ALONE ALONE

ME

KIM TAEHYUNG ALONE ON THE STREET

WHAT ARE YOU NOT GETTING HERE?

y/n: ur one minute is up

tae: no it’s not

can you pls care for me rn i’m stressed out

y/n: it was pretty stressful when you stood me up yesterday

but i powered through 💪🏽

i’m sure you can do the same!!!

tae: that never happened

pls let’s pretend that never happened

i’m the perfect boyfriend i swear

y/n: get lost

like actually

never come back

tae: 😢

you don’t even mean that

y/n: are you sure?

tae: IM SORRY PLS PLSPLSSSSSS

forgive me

y/n: no

tae: you can have my card

y/n: don’t want it

tae: take my house

i’ll give you my keys rn

y/n: i have ur keys

tae: you do?

you thief omg

give them back

y/n: you left them here???

after YOU stormed out my house after you made ME upset

tae: oh yeah

i’m coming back now

y/n: asshole

tae: let’s put this behind us and move on

that’s a great idea i say

y/n: you are single

tae: don’t say that

y/n: said it

tae: we are actually engaged and expecting our 10th child

y/n: you are single

tae: top 10 singles

made a few of those in my time

LOL

i’m funny right

say i’m funny

y/n: it’s painful talking to you

tae: painfully in love with me are you?

y/n: it’s like i’m taking to a brick wall

you have like selective hearing

tae: what i’m hearing is you want to kiss me on the lips?

y/n: call an ambulance

tae: feeling so much love for me ur throwing up?

???

hello

oh

ok

maybe i do deserve this

NAMJOON -

y/n: would you now like to explain why the hell you sent halsey flowers on MY birthday??

namjoon: it wasn’t just on ur birthday i’ve been sending them all week for like a month now

y/n: namjoon what the fuck??

namjoon: i’m confused

y/n: UR confused????

do you like her or something?

namjoon: ofc i like her!

y/n: so ur cheating?

namjoon: what

y/n: ur cheating on me and you have no shame???

what the actual fuck is wrong with you??

namjoon: i’m not cheating?

y/n: for a month now you’ve been sending another girl that you like flowers

EVERY WEEK???

namjoon: every friday

y/n: fuck you

namjoon: i’m confused how that’s cheating when you told me to do that?

y/n: WHEN HAVE I EVER SAID “OH NAMJOON SEND OTHER BITCHES FLOWERS”

namjoon: you literally said you loved how halsey’s bf gave her flowers every week and that you wished i did that?

y/n: ….

there is no way

….

namjoon

oh my god

kim fucking namjoon

LMAOOSO ARE YOU FR?

namjoon: what??? i’m so confused pls tell me what i did wrong

i would never cheat on you

ur freaking me out

y/n: think about it

why would i wish you sent halsey flowers?

think

like really think

namjoon: IDK i was confused as hell but you seemed like you really wanted me to

so i did

y/n: i meant i wanted you to buy ME flowers you idiot omg

namjoon: oh

that makes a lot more sense

y/n: yeah

you are the dumbest smart man i’ve ever met

namjoon: my fault

i get confused sometimes 😞

y/n: i love you

namjoon: i love you too

ur not mad anymore?

y/n: could never be mad at you silly

[9amartt]

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

I wanted to ask and I hope you can answer if it doesn’t take from your time of course جزاك الله خير

What would you say is the right thing to do regarding friends whose aqeedah differs from you. Example, having a friend who is a Hazimi. You have advised them but they have brought what they believe is sufficient proof. But they are not vile in the sense that they have bad manners towards the one who opposes them and even befriend those who don’t share that view point. Or someone who believes that some form the Muslimeen are khawarij. They say things like : “well I believe they are khawarij but that’s okay if you don’t. We can have different political views or stances in the deen”. I have friends like this and because they are not bad mannered or publicly slander others, I’ve never gave it a thought to disassociate. But recently, I’ve been afraid of being a hypocrite. Do I really want to stand with them in front of Allah? Can I truly befriend the one who believes the sincere from amongst us are wrong ? And then also another fear of mine is being extreme and dropping all those who are have shown nothing but good from them and towards me. Even if you don’t have advice, have you had any experience and could you make dua Allah guides me to doing what’s right إن شاء الله

و عليكم السلام ورحمة الله وبركاته

I will say everything from a subjective pov, or more like according to my own logic and experiences (ive had hazimj and madkhali friends too):

1- A Hazimi no matter how he may act with you deep down he believes you are misguided (or even a kaffir). It is the same as befriending a Christian who knows you are a disbeliever in his religion yet befriends you for fun, basically using you because he would never love you as much as a fellow Christian.

2- Those who accuse the muslims you associate with to be Khawarij, those stay away from them and distance yourself, if you really love those ‘khawarij’ you will abandon everyone who slanders them. By khawarij I assume they mean Mujahidin, so if you like to befriend someone who is sitting down and not benefitting the ummah at all, and not just that, but slanders those who DO help the ummah, then that’s up to you. But anyone with a sane mind and heart wouldn’t. We dissociate from those who slander our allies, so what if they slander the allies of ALLAH!!?

It is not politics, its religion, these people are the allies of Allah as we expect them to be, slandering them is punishable by Allah. Also. Sitting in a gathering in which they are slandered and not saying anything makes you sinful too.

my advice is to distance yourself, even the closest people to you if they slander the mujahideen avoid them.

3- Regarding the hypocrisy part, in sha Allah you are not a hypocrite, but if you keep associating with those people you think are your friends you will soon certainly become one (like them). So stay away from these people. For they will be the first ones to demotivate you from taking steps that benefit you in your akhirah. I am sure you feel like your heart is dying every time you sit with them. These people will slowly darken your heart until you become indifferent like them, and abandon your goals and aspirations, which should be high for you as a muwahhid/a.

4: Don’t be extreme or abandon everyone at once, take it all step to step (and wallahi I am talking from experience in regards to this), leave your bad friends one after the other in subtle ways , we can say “let the spark die” which is basically being everyday less and less engaging with them until they get tired and leave you. And then don’t feel bad, because you are doing this for yourself, after this, start slowly incorporating good friends, replacing your old ones. If you struggle to make friends irl try on social media. Also very important: once the spark with your old friends dies, remove them from your social media. Don’t let them see your moves or find a topic to converse about with you.

You may be alone for a while, so was I for a year or so after I abandoned all my bad friends, but i would make dua to Allah to bless me with righteous friends always. And Allah did! Wallahi now I have friends i would have never imagined to get and they have helped me to improve in so many aspects and helped me arrive to places i would never imagine arriving to. Alhamdulillah.

To summarise. Everyone who doesn’t respect the allies of Allah does not deserve your respect. Don’t sit with the people of Bidah. Everyone who believes you are misguided has no business being your friend, if they don’t have walaa and baraa to their own beliefs then you have them….

And… why would you befriend evil people when there’s thousands of good ones? You can easily pick and chose what best suits your personality (idk if you are a brother or a sister but either way there’s way too many brothers and sisters Alhamdulillah and the dawah keeps spreading and the numbers keep increasing Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah), so hop on social media if you feel lonely, start slowly making friends there, and let things flow without overthinking or forgetting Dua (dua dua dua verrrry important!!!) Don’t force friendships.

I hope this helps!!!

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You're Safe Here With Me (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

A/N: hi there! this is the first time I'm publicly sharing fic i wrote and I'm really nervous about it, please be nice 😅

I was rewatching season 8 and wanted to write something about comforting Spencer after Maeve died. Hope you enjoy! <3

-Mod Angel

~~~

I couldn’t get his sad face out of my head. 

What he was going through… it was horrible. I couldn’t even imagine what kind of thoughts were going through his mind right now. 

I fidgeted as I walked up the stairs of his apartment building. I wasn’t sure if he’d want to see me, but I had to try. 

When I came to his door, I took a deep breath before knocking. 

No answer. 

I knocked again. “Spence?” I asked softly. “Are you there?”

Still no answer. I thought I heard movement in the apartment, so I figured I’d try my luck. “… Can I come in?”

There was a little pause of hesitation before I heard the door unlock. It didn’t open, it just unlocked. I heard more movement that sounded like it was getting farther away. 

I took that as a signal and turned the knob, slowly opening the door. “Spence…?” I asked again, walking in and closing the door behind me. He didn’t answer, but I heard movement on the couch.

I walked toward the couch, putting my hands on top of it as I looked to see him curled up and looking at the floor. He wore paisley pajamas and a robe. It was weird to see him so dressed down.

“Hey…” I spoke softly, trying to make my voice as comforting as possible. He stirred a bit, but he didn’t look at me. 

I sighed and moved to the front of the couch, crouching down so I was level with him. Finally, he looked up at me with those big, sad eyes of his. I could tell he had been crying. 

“… is it okay if I sit down?” I asked after a moment. 

He slowly nodded and sat up slightly so there was room for me to sit by his feet. I slowly lowered myself onto the couch, and he sat up a bit more to look at me, hugging his knees to his chest.

I gave him a sad look back. “Everyone is worried about you” I said softly, not wanting to push him, but needing him to know we all care about him. “Obviously no one expects you to be okay… but we need you to know we’re here for you if you need help.”

He closed his eyes and nodded slowly. “Thank you…” he spoke for the first time since I got here, his voice deep and quiet. 

I just nodded at him. “Of course. I’m glad you let me in here. I know you must not want to see anyone right now, so… thank you for letting me in.”

He nodded again, hugging his legs closer to his chest. “I know you just want to help.” His voice was still low, barely above a whisper. He sounded a little shaky. 

 I looked at him sympathetically. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked softly. 

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if thinking it over. He was obviously fighting the urge to keep everything inside. “Do you ever feel like… like the universe is working against you?”

I gave him another sad look. “Spence…”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “My whole life, I’ve felt like I could never have what everyone else has. A normal life. I kept busy with school and work and tried not to think about it, but I… I craved that little bit of normalcy. Someone to spend my days with. Someone who could…” He swallowed a bit. “Someone who could show me the few things I didn’t know… and now…” A few tears started to fall from his eyes. “Now I know I’ll never have that.”

I moved closer to him without thinking, my hands moving to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Hey, don’t say that… this wasn’t your only opportunity. Someday, someone’s going to show you what it’s like to be loved like that.”

His eyes caught mine when I touched his face. I didn’t even realize I had done it; my body had moved on its own. 

I started to pull my hand away. “I’m sorry…” I started, lifting my hand off his face. But then his hands found mine and moved it so I was cupping his cheek again. He closed his eyes and kept his hands on mine, holding my hand to his face. 

I moved a little closer, my other hand moving to stroke his hair. “It’s okay…” I spoke quietly, trying to soothe him. I didn’t think he’d want to be touched like this. It made my heart ache to see him so broken like this. 

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him and resting his head on my shoulder. After a moment of shock, I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing soothing circles on his back and resting my chin on top of his head. 

We sat there like that for a few moments, neither of us saying anything, just sitting in silence as I comforted him as much as he needed. 

After a moment, he pulled away, rubbing his eyes. He took a deep breath to try to calm himself down. “Sorry…” he whispered. 

I shook my head. “No need to apologize. I’m here to be whatever you need, Spencer. And if what you need is a shoulder to cry on, I’m glad to be that for you.”

He nodded slowly, looking at me again with those big eyes of his. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Did you… really mean that?”

I gave him a slightly puzzled look. “Did I mean that I’m here for you?”

He shook his head. “Did you mean it… when you said someone’s going to show me what it’s like to be loved?” His eyes looked almost pleading when he asked this. 

I reached up to touch his cheek again. “Of course I mean it. There’s… there’s so much to love about you. It’s only a matter of time before someone realizes how special you are and… and they know that you’re someone they should never let go…” I looked into his eyes intensely as I spoke, the words just flowing out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. 

He looked at me so sweetly, his gaze softening as he listened to me. “You… you really think that about me?”

“I…” I started, moving my hand away from his face. I knew this wasn’t what he needed right now. All the grief was still so fresh; I didn’t need my own feelings making him feel complicated. I didn’t want to take advantage of him when he was being so vulnerable with me. “I didn’t mean… I’m sorry. You don’t… you don’t need me saying these things to you right now…”

He shook his head, his gaze more intense. “I do.” he said, his voice a little louder, a little more sure now. He took a deep breath and I saw his eyes move down to my lips for a moment. 

I met his eyes, my breath quickening as I felt the moment between us changing. “I… I don’t need to… to make you feel like you need to rush into something… your emotions are still fresh, I shouldn’t be interfering with them.”

He moved a little closer to me. “I… I need you.” His voice was a whisper, just loud enough for me to hear. “And I… I need you to tell me… to show me that I’m not going to be alone for the rest of my life.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to let my better judgment take over. But he looked so hurt. It was just something to comfort him… it was something he needed. 

I opened my eyes and nodded, leaning in a little. “You’re not going to be alone, Spence. We’re… I’m here to let you know that.” 

His breath quickened as he leaned in closer. We inched closer, closer, until our mouths finally found each other. I tried to absorb all his sadness and grief and pain, tried to fill him with the love and comfort and kindness that he deserved. I made the kiss last so he could understand that everything was going to be okay. Kiss it, make it better, the old saying goes. 

After a few moments, we pulled away, his eyes opening and finding mine. He looked… a little better. He looked much more calm, as if those few moments were all he needed. At least for now. I knew I couldn’t just take all his sadness away forever like that. But it warmed my heart that it seemed to help. 

He looked at me with those big, pleading eyes of his. “Can you… stay for a while?”

I nodded and smiled a bit, my hand stroking his hair gently. “Of course. I’ll stay for as long as you need.”

. . .

I started spending a lot of time at Spencer’s apartment. We spent the time doing whatever we could think of: watching tv, playing board games, just talking… whatever he needed to keep his mind busy. I was always there when he needed company. I was there so often that he started keeping my favorite foods in his kitchen, probably as a peace offering when he felt bad I was spending so much time there. I tried to tell him I really don’t mind, but he insisted it wasn’t a problem. 

When words weren’t enough to comfort him, we’d go back to that kiss. But we didn’t spend all our time kissing, and it was never anything more than that. It was just when he needed a little more reassurance, a little extra affection. 

He started asking me to stay the night, explaining that everything felt worse when he was alone in bed. I knew he didn’t mean it in any way that wasn’t innocent. He had only the most pure intentions. 

The first night, he let me borrow some of his clothes because he didn’t want me to leave to get my own pajamas. He let me go to the bathroom to change, letting me have my privacy. Not overstepping anything. 

I climbed into bed with him, holding him like he needed me to. I’d do anything to take his sadness away. He knew that, but he never did anything that wasn’t well-intentioned. I knew he wouldn’t take advantage of my kindness the same way he knew I wouldn’t take advantage of his vulnerability. 

After that night, I always brought my pajamas when I came to visit him. Our nights usually ended with me holding him until we both fell asleep. He had a lot of nightmares, which was understandable. He’d wake up crying in the middle of the night and I’d soothe him back to sleep. Shh, shh, it’s alright. I’m here. 

When he fully woke up in the morning, he would always apologize that he was waking me in the middle of the night. I told him I really didn’t mind. I told him that the last time I went through a breakup, I had nightmares for a long time, and I didn’t go through something half as traumatic as him. He kept apologizing anyway, but he didn’t want me to leave, so he didn’t push too much. He apologized, but he still asked me to stay. And I always did. 

Eventually, he returned to work, and we stayed professional, but it was obvious something had changed between us. He’d always sit next to me, he’d bring me my coffee in the morning… Everyone must have noticed a change, but they didn’t say anything. 

Sometimes, if we were out on a case and he started feeling sad, he would come into my hotel room at night. I’d hold him until he started to feel better, and he would return to his own room to go to sleep. He never stayed in my room overnight; we both knew we’d have to explain everything to the team if they noticed we were spending the night together. And neither of us wanted to explain it. I don’t know if either of us could explain it. We just understood each other. Everyone else would twist it and make it something it wasn’t. 

Until one day, it was.

. . .

“I was thinking today we could actually go out somewhere.”

Spencer had called me on my cell phone, which was pretty rare considering his aversion to technology. Usually I just assumed I would come over to his apartment. He even gave me a key so I didn’t have to knock anymore.

“You want to go somewhere?” I asked. This was… new. “Like where?”

He cleared his throat. He seemed a little nervous. “I was thinking we could go out to dinner.”

I paused for a moment. I wasn’t sure if he meant it like… well, I was too afraid to ask what he meant by that. “Yeah, sure, we can do that,” I answered, trying to hide my own nervousness. “Where do you want to go? I can meet you there-“

“I was thinking I could pick you up,” he interrupted. I furrowed my brows. He didn’t usually like to drive. 

But, again, I was too afraid to question him. “… Okay. Yeah. Thanks. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

He let out a breath that he seemed to be holding the whole time he was waiting for me to answer. “Good. I’ll be there in a bit.” We said our goodbyes before hanging up. 

I took a deep breath and looked in my closet, wondering what I should wear. Usually I just threw on sweats when I came to his apartment because I knew I’d eventually be changing into pajamas anyway. 

Maybe a dress would be too much. Maybe he didn’t mean it in that way. I thought about his nervous voice, and how that nervousness turned to eagerness when I said yes. Did he… want this to be a date? His first date?

I decided on a plain cotton maxi tank dress. It was casual enough that it could pass off as a normal outfit. If this wasn’t what I thought, and he asked why I was dressed like this, I could just say I’m behind on laundry. He’d believe that, considering I don’t spend a lot of time in my own apartment anymore.

I put on a little makeup, just something subtle, before putting on the dress. I put my hair up in a bun and slipped into some flats to match the dress. Just as I was finished getting ready, I heard a knock at the door. 

I put my phone, wallet, and keys into a purse before throwing it over my shoulder and opening the door. 

Spencer seemed a little surprised, his eyes looking me up and down when he saw me in a dress. He was dressed basically exactly like he does at work: a button up, vest, dress pants, converse. He was wearing a jacket instead of a cardigan today. 

I blushed a little when I saw him looking at me so intensely. I broke the silence by shutting the door behind me, which seemed to snap him out of whatever thoughts he was having. “So…” I started. “Where are we going?”

He smiled down at me. I loved it when he smiled. I didn’t see him smile a whole lot since a lot of my time with him was when I was comforting him, but when he did smile it made my heart melt. 

He took my arm in his, which surprised me a little. “There’s a restaurant I’ve been meaning to check out. I figured we could try it together.” He started to lead me to his car. 

I smiled as we walked arm in arm. I was struggling a bit to keep up and I wished I had worn heels instead of flats. I always forgot just how tall he was. 

He opened the passenger side door for me, and I smiled at him as I sat down and he closed the door behind me, careful that my foot or my dress wouldn’t get caught in the door. He walked around to the driver’s side and started the car. 

We drove in silence for a few minutes. He was fidgeting a lot. I figured I needed to ask him what this was before we got there. I needed to know what he expected from me so I could give him exactly what he needed. 

“So…” I started. “Are you going to tell me what you’re thinking right now?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m thinking we’re going to dinner.” 

I sighed. I didn’t want to have to pry this out of him, but it looked like I was going to. “Spence. You hate a change in routine. And you hate trying new things. What’s up?”

He stirred in his seat a little bit. He let out a little sigh. “I…” he didn’t finish his thought. 

I looked at him, trying to catch his eye in the rearview mirror. “Is this… supposed to be a date?” My tone was soft to let him know it was alright. 

He tensed a little bit but nodded. 

“And you weren’t going to tell me that you wanted it to be a date?”

He hesitated a moment. “I was afraid you’d say no.” 

I gave him a soft look. “But you know it wouldn’t be a date if you didn’t tell me that it was supposed to be a date, right?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again before speaking. “I… didn’t really think that far,” he admitted.  

He pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. He went to get out of the car but I stopped him by putting my hand on his arm. “Are you sure about this?” I asked. 

He gave me a look that was almost… scared. “Do you not want this? I’m sorry if I-“

“That’s not my issue” I cut him off. “I just… I want to make sure you’re ready for this.” Ready for us to change, I thought. But I didn’t say that out loud. 

He nodded determinedly, giving me an intense look. “I… I really love spending time with you, you know? And I really want something more between us.” He looked a little shy, but he spoke definitively. His voice was softer when he added, “you’re the only person I would even consider being with.”

I gave him a soft smile when he said that. “Really? Are you sure it’s not just because I helped you through something traumatic?” 

He took a deep breath before speaking again. “It’s become so much more than that. I can’t imagine not spending all my time with you. And… you make me feel so safe. I know I can count on you. I know you’d never hurt me.”

I just nodded at him. It was true. I would never, ever hurt him. And I felt the same way, I couldn’t imagine spending any less time with him. I always looked forward to coming over and just enjoying his company. 

I looked at him seriously. “This means things are going to change between us. Are you sure you want that?”

He shook his head as if dismissing my words. “That’s the thing, I feel like nothing is really going to change. We already spend so much time together, and we sleep in the same bed most of the time, and…” he looked away for a moment before continuing, speaking a little softer. “Every time we kiss, I get these butterflies. I’ve never felt that way before. Not since…” he trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish his sentence. I knew exactly what he was talking about. “And I never thought I would get a chance to have that feeling from something physical. The things between us… are actually tangible. I can reach out and touch you.” As if to prove his point, he placed a hand on my face. 

When he looked at me so intensely like that, it almost sent a shiver down my spine. I kept quiet so he would keep talking. My heart was swelling with every word he said, and I didn’t want him to stop. 

“So. If things changing between us just means that we go a little further, and we actually get to explore these feelings we have… then yes. I’m ready for things to change between us.” He reached for me and pulled me into a hug. 

I rested my head on his shoulder. “Oh, Spence… I’m so glad you trust me like this.” I pulled away to look into his eyes. “I’m gonna make sure everything is special. All of your firsts… I want to make sure I meet all of your expectations.” I smiled and gestured toward the restaurant. “Starting with your first date.”

He smiled back at me and took my hand in his. “I know you will. You already make me feel so loved; I know you’ll take good care of me.”

I nodded, squeezing his hand a bit. “Are you ready?” 

He nodded back as he started to get out of the car. “I’m so ready.”

. . .

Dinner went well. Everything between us always felt so easy, and this was no different. It definitely wasn’t a typical first date, considering how close we already were. But that just made it better. He was so relaxed after the initial nervousness of knowing this was his first date wore off. It felt so natural. 

When we finished up, he led me back to his car, opening my door for me again like such a gentleman. 

When he started the car, he turned to me. “I don’t really know the protocol for a first date… I know this isn’t a typical situation; would it be inappropriate for you to come back to my apartment?”

I smiled. “Usually, yes. But I figured I was going to spend some time there anyway. Should we go back to my apartment first so I can grab a change of clothes?”

He bit his lip. “You still want to spend the night?”

I grabbed his hand and stroked it with my thumb reassuringly. “I know things are changing now, but that doesn’t mean expectations need to change. Nothing is different tonight. We’re not gonna do anything different for now.” I reached up to cup his cheek. “We’re gonna take things slow. This won’t be any different than spending the night together as friends.”

He seemed to relax a little at that. He nodded and reversed the car, heading toward my apartment. 

I took a few minutes to take my makeup off and change into something more casual. I traded my purse for my usual bag and shoved my pajamas in it. Maybe something changed formally between us, but he was right. Nothing was really any different. We’d hang out like we always do. It was so natural. 

I climbed back in his car, and he smiled when he saw me dressed down again, like he had gotten used to seeing me. We headed back to his apartment and watched some tv like we always did. But now, we held each other a little closer. And I knew it wasn’t because he was sad. It was because he wanted to be close with me. 

We stayed like that until we both felt tired, and we headed to bed like we’d gotten used to at this point. 

I came out of the bathroom after changing into my pajamas. Spencer looked at me and smiled, opening his arms for me. I liked this excitement so much more than when I was here to just stop him from crying. 

I climbed into bed, letting his arms wrap around me as I rested my head on his chest. Everything felt so right. He stroked my hair as he moved the covers over us. After a minute, he turned to look at me, and I propped myself up on my elbow to look back at him. 

He spoke softly. “I know this is probably fast for just a first date, but… I have to say something. I’ve been thinking it for so long now and I need to tell you.”

My heart raced a bit as I anticipated what he was about to say. I was really ready for him to say it. 

He took a deep breath, cupping my cheek and looking into my eyes. “… I love you.”

My heart swelled and I smiled at him. “I love you too.”

Both of us were smiling brightly as we settled in like we usually did. Our nightly routine was staying the same, but it was so much sweeter now. I was really excited to see where this was going to take us.

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hi! if it’s alright could I ask about leon x reader where reader thinks leon still has feelings for ada (angst with fluff ending), it's a lot of worries and insecurities and something like "I'm sorry I can't be her" well, in the end leon comforts reader

English is not my first language sorry ahaha I hope I correctly conveyed to you what I wanted <3

So what you're saying is you WANT ME to make you cry.

Challenge accepted.

A night out with friends means a trip down memory lane. But a certain stop on that trip has you anxious, and it's about time Leon said something.

Word count: 1,825

Warnings/content: GN reader, 2nd person (your, yours), swearing, ANGST, sweet ending. re6 Leon onwards shit cause I love that man.

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“More like well over 8 years.”

When Chris had blurted those words out drunkenly at a meetup downtown, you could see the colour drain from Leon’s face in mere seconds.

Shit was about to go down.

After a few months of nonstop working to no end, you all figured it was about time for a few drinks and a good chat with your fellow B.O.W experts. There was no harm in that, right?

What you didn’t realise was Chris was the most blunt and truthful man when his alcohol started to hit him.

It was a simple conversation in the beginning, nothing more than reminiscing over the old times. 

But then someone brought up Ada. You could’ve sworn half the room saw you physically tense.

“God, we don’t need to talk about that.” Leon laughed. “I had a hopeless fling with a woman I chased for a while. Nothing else to be said.”

And then Chris gave that oh so helpful comment.

His statement had you and Leon stealing one solid, tense stare at each other before you excused yourself to the bathroom. Leon swore under his breath, watching your hurried steps over stained floorboards. You went in search of a safe spot, likely to cry. Helena gave you both a look of sympathy.

“They didn’t know?”

He stirred the ice in his drink, mind running a million miles a second through a soft haze of alcohol. “They knew about her. They didn’t have to know about how complicated it was, not yet anyway.”

Once they finally wrestled you out of the bathroom - your excuse for being in there for a solid 20 minutes was that you were okay, you just felt sick - the ride back home was tense. The heavy hum of the heater was all to be heard, neither of you choosing to speak. Not yet, anyway. There was nothing to say.

But when the car pulled up into the driveway and you slammed the door a bit too hard, Leon knew it was about time he said something.

“Love-”

“Don’t. Do not.” You hissed. “The neighbours don’t need to hear what I’m about to say.”

He sucked in a breath, watching as you stormed towards the front door. You were never one to show your anger publicly. He followed suit a few steps behind, mind trying to piece together a coherent answer to the questions you definitely had.

As soon as the door was closed behind you both, he watched you charge for the hallway to pace back and forth. Quick steps in anger. He bit the inside of his cheek. How could he explain this so easily? You already knew about his work in the DSO, and the countless missions he went on. He was just hoping he’d have more time to tell you about Ada. The years of back and forth they’d both agreed to discard. It wasn’t working for either of them, a constant cat and mouse that led to someone getting hurt. Funny enough, a few months after their agreement, he’d met you. And his entire world had been flipped on its back.

It was happening at this very moment, his world tumbling. But not for the right reasons.

“Sweetheart.”

“Eight years? You devoted eight years to a woman, and told me it was just ‘some kind of fling’?” Your voice boomed off of the walls, shoulders squared in defense. “Put your life on the line, put other people’s lives on the line for her? A mere YEAR before we started dating?!”

All he could do was sigh. “Just give me a minute to explain, alright.”

He watched as you folded your arms with a scowl.

“What I’d told you was true. We met in Raccoon City, she saved my ass before ditching me for the G-virus sample. I presumed she was dead. Then she saved me again in Spain. We’d met time after time on the field, but it never really became an actual thing. We were just looking for some kind of distraction, I guess.”

“Oh so that kiss on the tram was nothing to you?”

“That was well over six years ago, hon.”

“And so was you risking your fucking life twice to save her during Tall Oaks and Tatchi.”

Leon stiffened just a bit. “You cannot get upset with me for building a connection with someone before even meeting you, Y/N.”

“I can get upset with you for lying to me about this stuff! Like that you fucked her and DIDN’T TELL ME!”

Leon’s voice caught in the back of his throat. Clearly someone had run their mouth.

You laughed bitterly, tears threatening to fall but you choked them down.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So much for a fling.” You couldn’t meet his eyes as you spoke. “You think the girls at the office don’t whisper? Don’t gossip about the DSO’s golden boy and his affairs to try and piss me off? Bringing up photos of her file, bitching about our differences. I already know you’re well out of my league, but being constantly reminded doesn’t exactly make me feel any better.”

It was true. Settling in had never been harder when you had such big shoes to fill. You felt like a complete opposite in comparison to Ada, and that hurt. You already had bad self esteem, Leon knew that much. Nights of holding you close as you asked over and over why he was with you.

But shit, he had no idea this had been happening. Bitching behind your back, these people who were meant to be your coworkers. You’d only just started working for the DSO, about 2 months after dating Leon. You’d met during a recon mission in your hometown. There were rumours that a drug dealer nearby was potentially trying to recreate old B.O.W strands, and whilst doing his rounds of the civilians he’d spotted you. He was almost winded. But he tried his best to keep his cool, going through the usual questions he gave everyone else. Your soft eye contact and gentle demeanour wasn’t helping him focus, though. Like a soft breeze after a storm. Helena couldn’t help but laugh, watching him step away after questioning you with a strained smile. Once you were out of view she slapped him lightly upside the head, still smirking.

“Oh you’re fucked.”

Leon rubbed the spot she’d swatted with a sigh. “Yeah, that’s for sure.”

And how it was so true. After years of anger and agony, he’d found a sweet sunbeam in the shape of a human being. A human who dragged him out shopping, forcing him to pick out new clothes because they refused to let him wear the same t-shirt for a week. A human built from broken beginnings that somehow threw his world into reverse, bringing that joy from his 20’s back to his battered body. Someone to hold and caress and kiss, to dance with in the kitchen and pillow fight with and take to formal events. Someone who stole his blue RPD hoodie and constantly teased him over his academy photos. Pointing out how scrawny he used to be before trying to arm wrestle him (and losing instantly). A human sculpted for him by the hand of whatever gods there were, every one from every religion took turns touching up your edges and carving out a person he felt unworthy of calling his. A flower left untouched by the horrors of the world he was forced to face. He needed to protect you, craved it, would starve himself if it meant you thrived.

He should’ve told you more often how much he loved you.

“Sweetheart.”

"And its no wonder. I mean, I barely knew you. For all I know you still love her!"

Your voice broke into pieces. Fists balled as if fighting for your love, body rigid and tears falling.

“So I’m sorry, Leon! I’m sorry that I’m not- I don’t know. That I’m not some mysterious woman you can spend year after year chasing. I’m sorry I’m not confident, I’m not cunning, and I’m an eyesore next to you. I’m sorry if I’m too boring for you and that you settled because you two were always on different sides. I’m sorry I’m not her.”

He’d never known the feeling of true heartbreak until he’d heard you say that. He’d felt something close to this when his ex left him before Raccoon, but not this heavy. Not a weight pulling him into the water to drown him.

You were drowning too. He could see it.

Leon watched as your once defensive demeanour shattered. Your body caved inwards, leaning against the nearest wall for some type of support. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He took two strong steps towards you, taking gentle hold of your tear-streaked face with a look of nothing short of love.

“Look at me.”

You couldn’t bear it.

“Come on, sunshine. Please.”

It was an internal battle, trying to gaze upon the one you love when you had so many conflicting feelings in that moment. Still, you did. Dewed eyelashes took their time to open, bloodshot eyes finally focusing on Leon.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever set eyes on. And if anyone has at any point made you feel like an eyesore, then I only hope they go blind. They don’t deserve to look at you, okay?”

His voice was hushed and sweet, as if that of a prayer spoken to some holier being.

But to him, there was nothing holier than you.

“I had no idea what love ever felt like. At first I thought it was my ex before Raccoon, but god knows that was bad. So many people around me seemed to have it all figured out. I thought I’d never find it. But fuck. I have never felt this way for any other person in my life. It never felt like this. If you’d told my younger self that I’d found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, I think he’d be stunned to see it's someone like you. Hell, I’m still stunned by you.” His mouth blurting words of affirmation quirked into a quick smile. “You’re not her. And that’s why I love you. Because I know you’re here to stay. You won’t run off. Or at least, I hope you won’t.”

Bruised over fingertips swept the running tears out from under your eyes. His touch was something sacred, something warm and giving that kept the tears flowing. Every bottled emotion came tumbling out.

“You are my anchor. You are my rock. You are my shelter after years of chasing broken promises and hopeless dreams of a rookie cop on his first day.” His boyish laugh recalling the day everything went south hit your ears, making you look deeper into him. “And I am so sorry if I ever made you feel like anything less than that. But you need to trust me on this. You are mine, and I am yours. I would not trade you for any person, any object, any sum or wish or miracle in the world. I’m not settling with you, love. I’ve stopped running because I’ve found a place to stay. And I’m staying, forever. You got that?”

Fighting with teeth and tongue to force out a sentence, there was nothing more than a question playing on your lips.

“Even if I can’t pull off red?”

His own lips curled up into a soft smile. His head tilted forward, pressing his forehead against yours that was creased with worry. 

His voice made you smile too.

"I was always more of a blue guy anyway."

[crow-caller]

So I just finished "Valhalla" by Ari Bach, a book that's been on my to-be-read pile for a long time, at your recommendation in an older video you posted! And wow, yes, please give me a Tikari!!! My spouse and I have already come up with bugs, weapons, and possibly names for our hypothetical little guys, hah! My favourite quotes from the book, in chronological order, were:

"The North Pole isn't too far by pogo, but all they have is a McDonald's."

"Don't sweat it, Vi. What you drop, your team picks up."

Vibs was online, reading. Varg had fallen asleep within minutes of lift-off, and Veikko amused himself by stacking survival gear on Varg's head.

Two men had just died because she'd gone the wrong way, because she couldn't trust her Tikari to do its job. She sensed that the Tikari was pissed at her for it. She shut it up by stowing it in her chest, still bloody from the fight. It was a sickening, dirty feeling to have his blood under her skin.

"That urge for activity is a remnant of panic, nothing more."

And:

6. "Wars have always been fought by children."

I'm (personally) a little squeemish about body/medical stuff (I genuinely had to skip pages during the Wulfgar/Violet scene which was a good scene, but wow that made my stomach turn. I was really adverse to the whole Tikari thing in general until we got to see Violet's point of view on watching hers wake up, and from that moment, I was convinced I wanted one.

I thought the Mishka twist was interesting and surprising, but believable. I liked that Mishka's and Vibeke's relationship was, from 'our' point of view, loose and undefined, but then you got to see from Mishka's point of view how serious she was about Vibeke. And I liked that the references to sex were more...vague. Clinical? Especially in certain parts (thinking about one of the times Violet went to see Wulfgar in the cage).

Also, reflecting on the Mishka twist, I actually really liked that it was Mishka who escaped to (presumably) come back in the next book rather than who brother who we just met and know nothing about. Two possible return villians, who we already kinda-sorta know and kinda-sorta have a connection to? Yes!!

All in all, I really liked this book! I thought the single chapter devoted to Violet's military career was really good, and I do feel bad that she was kicked out like that! I (personally) thought her reasoning for fighting back against her...squadmates (correct word??) was perfectly sound! And I especially liked that we got to see Heather/Weather again, because I liked her for the breif chapter when she appeared!

I don't know if I'll read the other two books, because I'm kind of okay with how this ended, and the synopsis for the next was rather...different. Have you read the other two? Were they very different?

The only other question I would be, how the heck do/did you pronounce Vibeke's name!? Hah, my first thought was "vee-bee-kee," and my spouse suggested "vih-BECK," which I what I ended up going with in my head.

Thank you again for recommending this! Next up is Philip Reeve's "Railhead" which I'm also excited for!

Hell yeah!! I'm so glad you liked them, they're a blast!

I hope you don't mind me answering this publicly, because I want to loop in @facts-i-just-made-up aka @sharkchunks who wrote the books! :D