#i want to write fic so im watching again but i have to watch s1 to get to s2 of course!

[borealing]

ohhh s1e3, aka dalgona. sangwoo knows what the game is and tells them to split up, and gihun has exactly the same interaction with ilnam 001 as he has with youngil 001; "you can choose first"/"which one are you best at?" "ill play whatever you pick for me, gihun" (which was an insane choice by inho if it was intentional, if he guessed that gihun would let him choose first) and then sangwoo just lets him pick the most difficult one. i really love how hes shown from the start as absolutely determined absolutely self centered and absolutely ruthless... him, deoksu, and saebyeok are all different sides of the same ruthless attitude and it delights me that the show screams loud and clear, this is the kind of person who wins squid game. and then gihun comes along and changes everyone he meets

[courtillyy]

ohno have to rework a whole ass section bc i forgot slack is a fucking bouncer. could just not have it be so. but my guy deserves this <3 secretly buff slack is real and true to the canon. it would be a disservice to not include it

[newervegas]

okok sleep deprived BUUT i think i have the j//jk verse figured out so far!!!!!!

three clowns atm!! shiori (g*ojo), minako (t*oji + ch*oso) and kanna (n*anami) !!!!!!! 🌸💕

minako is g/ojos older sister (by a few years she graduated college and was in her first year as a teacher in ye olde flashback era of when g*ojo and besties were in school) she was married and thus and still into today she uses her late spouses surname mizuhara.

shiori is either n//aoyas twin but they weren’t really close as kids and aren’t close now so there isn’t much to that?? (or maybe they were but now its strained due to yk succession who gets to be heir i am not quite sure about that yet!! oo it would give s//uccesiion but make it j//jk OO!!!!!) ORR she’s the older sib of m*ai and m*aki?? and still candidate of heir (?) in that as well?)

BUT ANYWAY..!!!! she was an old classmate of g/ojo and the besties (was maybe in either his year or n/anami and kannas year?) AND BESTEST BUDS. its giving childhood sweethearts to lovers yk? CUUTE.

fast forward t*oji passes….ish. right she and him after they grad they raise her nephew together (he even has a room at her apartment they’ve been SUUPER married but never got together what gives yk?? ILL EXPLAIN 💀) so her career skyrocketed (as an actress?? model? both????) and so things got busy BUUT like they’ve baaasically been living together and raising two youngins (minako and t*oji have a daughter aya <3) they hang out like ALL THE TIME……. and yet not married 💀

(but i mean thats not to say they’ll never yk *giggles* shes taking a year off of to help out and support m*egumi at his first year with goj 🥀🤧 SUPER MARRIED PARENTS!!) theyve alsoo been very invested the last decade or so with getting two of their besties together ever since n*anami said he was interested in her since like forever and never told them about it but swore to never tell her about it so theyve been trying to subtly *wheeze* set them up 🥀🤡

WHICH LEADS ME TO KANNAAA so she’s the granddaughter to the principal of the k*yoto campus and she transferred to tokyo so not to have the rep as “principals kid” (she still did alas 💀✨🤧) and possibly get special treatment bc shes related to one of the administrators. her curse technique she uses (its like c*assia in r*ogue trader-ish seeing emotions, curses and resonances as colors and swipes of paint and swipes of a paintbrush !!) and its helpful as she is a psychotherapist these days for sorcerers !!!!!!! 🌸 very much on the outside cool and collected “has her stuff together.” meanwhile that mask hides behind a hot mess teehee <3 also parties a lot chronic partner drags shiori to all of her after parties and galas and suggests kanna “tags along” so she can party 🥀😌 the girls are thriving!!!!!!!!

she didn’t think anything of nan and in fact likely didn’t even know he existed let alone has had a childhood harbored crush on her 🥀💀 ……. and then they reunite when they’re set up together in ep9 TEEHEE (everyone (g*ojo and shiori) cheers they’re brains for suggesting she aid them HUUUGE) she had planned only to be there for the exchange event and then go back to things buuuut teehee n*anami like kanna fell HARD (everyone’s thrilled especially g*ojo and shiori ndjxxh) and thus decided to take a transfer to be in t*okyo HEHE.

SO GOLDFISH BRAIN their curses!! minako (dream walking/weaving), shiori (pied piper if i make her an actress she doesn’t do musicals or play instruments UNLESS there’s curses in her midst bc she can control them and people in the vicinity with her ability (like meat puppets 🥀🤧 BUUT if i made her a model people already would expect her not to sing so i mean it would be convenient??) and kanna was listed earlier!!

(also when g*ojo and shiori finally DO get together everyone was like ????? we thought you both already were?? and they were like 🥀🧍‍♀️🧍👁️✨😶🫨)

BONUS TRACK VERSION: so nan and kan begin as more of a fwb but it doesn’t last im thinking bc teehee <3 BUUT not before shiori stopped by kans place for something and noticed…… something of nanamis there 🥀💀 (like a tie or jacket of his or something yk?) BUT THE WAY SHIO BOLTSSSS TO DELIVER THE NEWS very had to be ✨ so normal ✨ around them lest ye aforementioned parties are made aware that they know 🌸💕🫨🥴

[slytherinshua]

PERFECT REUNIONS

genre. fluff. hurt/comfort. warnings. a lot of crying and a lot of kissing lol. spoilers for aos s1 finale/s2 ep1 ig... but also not rly like idkkkk??? pairing. seo yul x fem!reader. wc. 1.5k. a/n. for @candewlsy my lovely and skdjks pls this fic had me sobbing and giggling while writing im low-key obsessed (and maybe back in my aos/yul era.)

“What!? He’s back?!” Your eyes widened and you practically bounced up at hearing the words from one of the servants. You had barely even heard the name of your lover since he had left 3 years ago, and after a couple of months, you had even stopped receiving letters despite his promise to you that he would keep sending them.

You were already rushing out of the house the second you processed the words. “Ma’am, I have been informed that Young Master Seo Yul is staying at Chwiseonru. He arrived this afternoon.”

It was already dark out and entirely improper for you to be travelling alone at this time, but you felt like you didn’t have a single second to spare to call for Eunju, your maid. It took 20 minutes to get to Chwiseonru from your family’s home, but with your hurried steps, you made it in half the time. Juwol knew you well and already could tell what had brought you here from your slight panting as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Y/n! You’re out so late? Without Eunju?” She sounded concerned, but she understood your urgency. There had barely been a mention of Yul after the chaos at Choyeon’s wedding 3 years ago. You had been too preoccupied with helping your best friend through her mourning and anger to even say a proper goodbye to him. 

Now that things were as back to normal as they could get, you were desperate to see the face you had longed for every night and day for so long. Juwol didn’t dawdle any longer before disclosing which room Yul was staying in, and you were quick to rush up the stairs and down the hall.

Standing in front of the door, you were hit with a sudden nervousness. You had been separated for so long, but now were only a room apart. It only took one push for you to see his face again. His beautiful face that you had missed so much.

But doubt filled you as you stalled there, standing just outside like the fool you were. What if he had forgotten you? What if he had found someone else in his time away? What if he didn’t want to see you?

But you shook all your thoughts aside and with your last bit of courage, knocked softly on the door.

“Yes?”

Your heart raced at the sound of his voice, and it suddenly all felt a little more real. He really was back. He was just behind this door. You pushed it open a little shakily, feeling almost as if you couldn’t breathe as you watched his eyes look up to meet yours.

He was dressed in a simple light purple set of hanbok and his hair was maybe a little longer than you had last seen, his eyes a little more worn with experience. They held a drowsiness which you knew all too well, and with a quick glance at the table he sat at, you acknowledged the bottle of wine he had been drinking. 

His eyes widened as soon as he saw you, and you swore they even brightened upon seeing your face. He stood up quickly, but he was clearly very drunk, and he stumbled a bit. You rushed over to him like it was second nature, steadying him before he could trip.

“I-I’m not dreaming, right? I-It’s really you, right?” He spoke softly, his words slurring together slightly as a result of the alcohol. His hands gripped at your arms to keep from falling, and your heart nearly shattered at his question. His voice was filled with hurt, but unmistakable hope as well, and all you could do was nod your head fervently at first.

“You’re not dreaming… It’s me.” You whispered with a sob. You finally gave up trying to keep you both standing, and sunk to the floor slowly, tears already slipping out and down your cheeks.

Yul was no more collected than you. Whether it was the alcohol or just the result of seeing you, you weren’t sure; but his eyebrows fell, and his lip began to tremble, and before too long, he was weeping silently in your arms as well. 

That’s how you stayed for several minutes. Both of you were too emotional to say anything without breaking down halfway through the sentence, so you just stayed in his arms, sobbing into his chest as he pulled you ever closer, his tears dripping down onto the silk of your dress.

It took a while for you to recover, but eventually, you did. You took a shaky breath, gathering enough energy to be the first one to speak. And even though you could talk without being reduced to tears halfway through, your words were still shaky with emotion.

“Why did you drink alone? You should’ve invited me…” You looked up at him and offered a sad smile. He tried to return it, but couldn’t quite. He shut his eyes as another tear slipped out. You reached out silently and brushed it off his cheek, leaving your hand there to cup his warm skin. He leaned into your touch and it seemed to ground him enough to find the words he wanted.

“I know I should’ve told you that I was returning… But I was scared.” He opened his eyes and met your loving gaze with his sorrowful one. “A few months after I left, I found out some of my letters had been intercepted by my father. I realized you must’ve thought that I… moved on from you.”

He looked down for a moment, collecting his thoughts. He was somehow so well-spoken even while drunk. You weren’t sure what you had expected, though. He was Seo Yul, after all. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed him.

“Y/n.” He said softly. You smiled. Hearing your name from his lips was all you had longed for for those 3 years. “I have so much to tell you, and even more that I want to ask. But first… How have you been, my love?” He smiled gently, finally being able to call you that after so long.

You were quickly able to catch up with your lover. He told you about everything that had happened back home while you shared the rest of the wine. You didn’t have much to tell him. Most of the time he had been away from you had been spent at home, with you thinking of rarely anything but him. 

You found out that he hadn’t stopped writing letters to you, he had just stopped sending them. He had even brought them with him, but he refused to show you. They were useless now that he had you back.

In some ways it still felt like a dream that he was here. Yet it couldn’t be a dream because you felt his arms around you, hugging you as close as humanly possible. It still didn’t feel close enough for either of you, though.

As he talked, you couldn’t help but press more and more kisses to any skin you could access— his neck, his jaw, his cheek, and even his lips. He allowed you to cut off his sentences to kiss you instead. You had 3 years to make up for, after all.

It felt too perfect to be kissing him, to feel his soft lips against yours, and to feel the relief that you didn’t have to stop or say goodbye. He was here and he was yours. 

And with that thought, you kissed him as if there was no tomorrow. You wanted to savour the moment for as long as possible, so even when you had to pull apart to catch your breath, it was never too long before your lips found their way to his again. It was after you pulled apart for the 3rd or 4th time that Yul spoke up.

“Y/n… marry me.”

You were taken aback at his sudden words. It didn’t even really sound like a question, because he already knew your answer. He was firm in the statement, determined even, and you smiled wider than you had ever had before.

You nodded at him with shiny eyes, watching in awe as his lips curved up into a smile, eyes almost overflowing with his love for you. You laughed and kissed him again. You knew he would probably ask you again the next day when he was sober because “nothing counts when you’re drunk”, and that you would say yes again to that as well. It brought a warm feeling to your chest. You really couldn’t think of a time that you were happier than in the current moment. 

Everything felt so good and right and perfect. That’s what Yul was to you in every way. 

Absolutely, unmistakably, decidedly perfect.

↳ k-drama taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @tempobaekh,, @candewlsy

[habibisagi]

i wanna rant about something that's like. IDK JUST CAME TO ME LMFAOO

i left the app for an entire year because of this but basically it is sooo understandable when writers just dip off the app after being on it sooo much. like i get it tbh.

and a lot of the time it’s not necessarily just real life stuff or maybe they started not enjoying tumblr anymore etc. IT DEFINITELY CAN BE but i really do think for almost everyone it’s actually burnout lmao. or you just don’t love the media you post / your blog was centered around anymore like you used to. so you have no reason to be on there anymore. like the brainrot festered away and so did your will to write for fic so what does it matter if you’re on there yk… mutuals really do make you wanna stay but sometimes that is not enough because you feel like you have to be on there and it doesn’t really feel as good 💔 especially when you’re not joining in the fun with everyone because you’re not really feeling it or want to in the way they are LMFAOOO. like yes you are on tumblr for yourself but let's be real. mutuals make it 10000000x more fun.

and my reason specifically was i had crazy animanga burnout. it was so bad like i really didn’t wanna watch or read anything and or force myself to get into for blorbos for some reason like. i had enough LMAO i was so fried from fanfiction in general too and i just really didn’t feel like being on the app anymore because i also lost my desire to write. i also got a full time job and then started school again at some point so yeah i didn’t see a reason to be on there except mutuals but it really wasn’t enough 😭

and so i think a lot of writers rn who have been off the app for a long while, not necessarily deactivated, did too tbh. it’s not always “tumblr isn’t the same” or “real life got to me” like no you just… either don’t feel like being on there anymore or you see no reason to anymore. cuz you can always make time for tumblr technically LMAO

but here’s the really cool thing. tumblr and its people are always here. lots of people come and go but a lot more come and stay!!! tumblr is here for you for years and it will welcome you back whenever you’re ready!! i randomly decided one year later to start watching anime again because i was talking to a guy at the time who told me he liked blue lock. and i thought oh let me watch blue lock with him why not (i ended up blocking him like. halfway thru our s1 watch LMFAOOO and continued the rest myself and got crazy giddy about isagi and rin out of nowhere. i was like oh i remember back on tumblr people were into it in 2022, like loosely when the anime came out but i was like. idk if they are into it anymore, then i read the manga and caught up and started going crazy i was like. I WANNA WRITE. I WANNA WRITE!!!!!! so i sat and wrote a few drafts for isagi but i also wanted to go on the app and see and find content, and see what my mutuals at some point wrote ONLY TO COME IN AND SEE THAT BLUE LOCK IS STILL BEING TALKED ABOUT LMFOASKSJDHF so i was like!! yoo!!!!! AND THAT THE SAME PEOPLE (a few gone </3 but) ARE STILL HERE!! HAVING NEVER LEFT!! cuz i had totally not logged into the app in over a year, didn't check or anything lmao like that's how bad it was

AND THEN PPL DIDN'T FORGET ME LOL? WHICH WAS WACK? NOT TO GET EMO BUT THANK UUUUU ;__; omg. OMG. like hello imagine if everyone was gone LDJKGHFJK IM SO GLAD

anyway i do wish we could be on here all the time and i dont blame others for leaving but man u rlly like. have no control over it LMFAOOO

[capinejghafa]

Hi!

I know this is a tua-related ask, but do you have any scenes from the show to recommend that you feel like characterize Diego really well (from s1-s3)? I'm currently writing a fic and I don't feel like watching the entire show again (it's a great show don't get me wrong but I just don't have time).

Also the gifsets you've made lowkey help me write so thank you!

Thanks again for your input!

hello! there are so many great scenes, off the topic of my head there's:

no kill policy: the scene in 1.10 where he decide not to kill Cha Cha mirroring the scene in 2.02 where he's talking to lila and he's trying to explain his reasoning for not wanting to kill LHO...

insecurities: 2.06 dinner scene, 3.03 when lila tells him that it's over, even with his stutter in 1.07 when he's trying to get the Peabody file

him being spiteful / forgiving: see 2.01/2.02 and his relationship with five, also 1.01 when he said insults allison but also 1.07 when he tells allison to leave

him being very caring towards his silblings: 1.08 & 2.05 & 3.03 when he's talking to luther, ben hug in 2.07 , 2.05 hugging klaus and 1.05 when they have an whole bonding moment, 2.10 the short viktor and diego scene, 3.04 when he's trying to talk to allison in the car

his dark humor: which is just sprinkled in throughout but i do love the mummy hand quote 3.07

im probably not making much sense but i hope i am :)

here's the diego dynamic set (pre-s4)

here's a breakdown of every episode while not scenes with quote i do feel like you can get a snapshot of who diego is... at least that was my intention lol

not gonna lie i kind of want to rewatch tua but i also do not have the time lol

and thank you for your kind words! i wish i was giffing tua sometimes because the show meant a lot to me. diego meant a lot to me :(

[acaciapines]

Your nanowrimo pieces are soooo goooood they hit so hard fr fr. I’m especially LOVING today’s one with the owl & the collector even tho I don’t rlly know that much abt toh bc I haven’t watched it but I can tell that u LOVE IT & I can’t wait to learn more thru osmosis once the fic is poooosteeeed✨ (i WILL read it i PROMISE i SWEAR)

Anyways give us the thoughts, the tea, tell us how you make the words do that✨ anything u wanna give in regards to today’s bit!! We’re not picky!

Hope y’all are doing okay! Gal says hi :) Remember to eat and drink something, take breaks, and look after yourselves and each other! We love you! This has been a Daily Interaction Ask <3

he he :3 im glad youre enjoying!! its been really fun to pick out my favorite bits even when usually those are the ones w/out context lol. look at my owl and weep boy. firefly <3

YOU WILL LEARN SO MUCH VIA OSMOSIS....literally now that im also doing something for s1 its like. why watch owl house we have owl house at home (the owl house at home is a 1 million word daemon au) (<- 1 mil is not a joke btw idk if it'll hit it but itll at least come very close. no idk why i did this.)

as for today! hmmm...

its truly so fun to write the collector. like im not joking about him being my favorite owl house character despite his maybe twenty total minutes of screentime, so its been such a JOY to expand his role in this series!!

bc like. god. actually i think i wrote a whole like. bit of flash fiction/prose poetry type thing for them a while ago. probably in my files somewhere. but just. youre an immortal eight year old. you are in these years where you need to interact with other people for your own mental stability and health. to figure out the whole Being A Person thing. and you are trapped for like, centuries. trapped away from everyone and everything and DUST, which, in universe, in literally connection personified. you're cut off from all of this.

and you are, let me say again, eight years old.

truly the collector is just. hes had everyone he ever cares about leave him--his siblings the other archivists left him behind not out of any sense of cruelty, really, but because caring about people just isnt really a thing they do. quite frankly they live so long they didnt even notice. theyre far-away stars. not far because they're mean. just because thats what stars do.

and then king's dad (who um. doesnt have a name <3 this is why the collector calls him 'the big bully' its literally bc i never gave him a name--) was an adult the collector actually trusted and looked up to (he meshed REALLY WELL into titan society until the archivists started Doing A Murder since titans are the only beings that match them in power and they have very very different ideas about dust). like ive said before the collector is owlbeastkin but before that they never had a super stable sense of identity--in another world where they stayed w/ the titans they wouldve ended up a titan.

and then king's dad just. trapped him in a tablet forever.

and like, to be fair to king's dad he was reacting out of fear and the best knowledge he had (he assumed the collector led the archivists to the titans, and like, he did, but its not like he knew he was doing that, and, you know, poor guy had seen a huge chuck of his fellow titans killed including babies and eggs of which he had an egg to consider), but it still TRAPPED THEM. and then he died and so did all the rest of the titans so nobody could free the collector even if they wanted to.

and then BELOS, who manipulated and lied to the collector for so long and was also literally his only friend after being alone forever, so like, of course the collector just blindly went along with whatever he said. he was gonna free them!! he listened to them when they talked about stardust which nobody else ever did! he had no idea what the fuck a witch was! he just liked being able to see the stardust sometimes, and belos brought him to places with a lot of stardust. to destroy it, but like--you know. it was THERE.

but all these people were just USING them, and they never really understand that until king comes around. and king's also a scared eight year old!! but like. king's also not wrong. the collector did aid belos in destroying the entire isles. like no joke belos SUCCEEDS here. like not long-term obvi this has a happy ending but at the point we're in at for the future? it doesnt matter that the draining spell failed. all the palistrom trees are dead. witch society Cannot come back from that even if they did end up beating the collector. theyre doomed.

anyways what was i saying. collector. right.

so like, then they meet firefly/grr-click-growl/wings-across-night/the owl beast (king of having so many names i love her <3) and shes like, the first person who cares for them and ISNT using them. even king is using them!! but firefly has seen Some Shit. she sees the collector as a hatchling who was kicked out of his nest and is doing her best to be some sort of stable figure for him, but she doesnt Not see the stuff he's done.

the collector took over the world bc he's scared--all he's ever known is being used and trapped so he doesnt exactly trust most people easily. firefly would Love to not be in this world anymore. shes also got a loyalty to eda and king and luzmari. and, like, cool motive, still trapping an entire society of people.

but like. shes the one who is here right now and nobody else is trying to help this kid.

but the collector just. hes just an eight year old. a very, very old eight year old. but he doesnt understand things like "you can make the wrong choices and still choose to do better later" and "im mad at what you did but that doesnt mean i dont care about you."

he just sees someone upset with him. just sees another person who used him and doesnt care and is going to leave bc everyone leaves him and in a world where EVERY SINGLE PERSON comes in pairs, hes the only one who stands alone.

basically tl;dr: collector my beloved <3

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Oh aeron, you really do spoil me with these fics because that was incredible, frustrating (but not in a bad way) and somehow you described that coil feeling perfectly i don't know how you do it! I can't wait to see what those 'follow-up questions' are if you ever reveal them to us 😉 haha, i want to watch 'doctor oswald' get taken down a couple pegs after that one - also if you do make a part 2 (no pressure) you could use the 'doctor oswald, but you can call me clara' gif, which is both relevant and quite amusing.

How are you, btw i forgot to ask i was too wrapped up in clara fics haha

omg the send anons thing on your feed HI AERONS FEED IM AN ANON

omg im thinking of you too i am absolutely drowning in just life stuff i promise im still hanging around just about haha

omg sparkle uses star as a pseudonym nah theres two sapphic 'star's going around on random social media somewhere that makes me laugh so hard

i too am in love with many fictional women i have a whole list, a whole list (robbing a bank...robbin' a whooooole bank - sorry for that reference)

yessss clara's brunette and very sarcastic and witty - i watch a couple shows that the actress is in and i absolutely fold at her brown eyes...which slightly creepily both me and aeron have described in our writing as 'chocolate brown' (yes i write too i just don’t publish stuff anymore). I watch a couple shows that she's been in and somehow she manages to look similiar yet different in each show plus ive always had a bit of a personal thing that as each character has different aspirations and personality traits, they are a different person so basically i get to be homosexual with a capital H for multiple characters and fall in love with each of their personalities, ive got an image of her in a show called emmerdale which is a british soap opera - i love her character jasmine as she's very driven but also quite bookish and nerdy, or like in another british show (that no one seems to have heard of) called waterloo road, which is about a run down school, her character is pretty much a bad girl yet also a straight a* student and gives zero f**ks about anyone and...intelligent bad girls...need i say more

https://imgur.com/aPbHOV9 theres your link try not to have a heart attack (unless you're not affected by brown eyes in the sun the same way i am LOL)

omg monicaaaa - i havent seen friends but its defo on my watch list at some point in the next ever

i still havent watched gopiss girl i need to do that - have you seen sex lives of college girls? its got renee rapp in it (idk if you know who she is) but her character leighton i would absolutely fold for as well especially in s1 like leighton's speech in s1e8 about not wanting to come out you literally could have plucked that from my brain

also agreed i love having friends through anon this is great!

yesss the tumblrverse, sorry ive yapped again me and sparkle are PREMIUM YAPPERS

omg wait i wanna make my anon descrip:

⭐ - clara oswalds gf, way too obsessed with missyclara and can be found in the village of emmerdale

i agree with sparkle the doctors fic was so hot i have definitely found a new fantasy im into haha...

good luck with your driving test, you'll smash it!

omg sparkle anon you write too, how are we all writers this is great nahhh not the smut without plot also yes im writing my own personal fic for myself and i love the ripping people apart and putting them back together trope its got so much meat to it to write about

sending love to both of yall! and thinking of you too aeron

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You're so sweet, thank you so much!! I'm happy to hear you enjoyed it 🫶 I actually was going to use that gif of clara initially but I changed my mind because I like the one where she had her hair up in a ponytail a bit better (and yes, a part two is currently in the works in case you're wondering 👀)

I'm doing good!! I've been getting a lot of writing done recently so I'm very proud of myself for that 🥰

I love monica, she's very assertive/bossy but also a bit insecure so I think you'd like her character and the complexities there. If you ever watch friends you'll have to let me know what you think of it <3

I haven't seen that show but I have heard of it! And I love renee rapp so much, she's such a good actress and very pretty hehe 💞

I'm glad you enjoyed the fic so much! Idk if you remember the other request you sent in with the prompts, but I wanted to know if you'd be okay with me writing it with rose tyler? I know clara is your favorite (and rightfully so) but I was thinking that the prompts kind of fit rose well too (I know you said I could choose the character but I just wanted to ask, and if you're set on me writing it with clara then it's no problem whatsoever 🫶)

I hope you're having/had a wonderful day, star anon!! I always love chatting with you 🥰

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

your recent getou hurt/comfort fic,,, got me crying a bit ngl :') it was so beautifully written i LOVE how you described the like cold and warmth it made me relax sm & it felt so loving im gonna cry again LMAO i haven't acc read most of jjk just watched season 1 and read a bit of the manga but i'm gonna have to read it all just so i can start appreciating your stuff and the characters more 😭😭 i'm so glad it popped up on my dash w the based on your likes thingy thank you for taking the time to write it i'm in love with your writing style <3 sorry this is kind of ramble-y but i just cannot tell u how much i loved it aaa

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 hi may!!!!!!! WAHHHH YOU’RE SO SWEET……. i’m sosososo happy that you enjoyed the sugu fic!!!! and that it felt warm and loving!!! :’3 that’s exactly the vibe i wanted it to give hehe. I’M SORRY FOR THE TEARS THO…. i’m wiping them gently off your cheek <33333 sugu is kissing them away also <33333333

ANDDDDDD THAT’S SO EXCITING!!!!!!! jjk is my favorite animanga EVER and there’s sooooo much good stuff you still haven’t seen!!!!!!! s1 was so good but i promise you jjk 0 + s2 is even better!!!!! and you’ll get to meet sugu too…. 👀👀 then there’s the culling game arc in the manga which is my Favorite :33 AND PLSSS I’M HONOURED THAT MY SILLY FIC COULD MAKE YOU WANT TO WATCH/READ MORE…. that’s the greatest compliment Ever and also. my mission in life. if even a single person gets into jjk bc of me i’ll be satisfied forever!!

but honestly !!! tysm for reading and for your sweet words 🥺🥺 asks like this mean the world to me!!! if you eventually watch or read more of jjk then i hope you’ll let me hear your thoughts 🫂🫂

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Hello everyone!!! Welcome to this episode of Star and Sunny’s bullshit. If you don’t want to sit through of bunch of rambling memes and inside jokes, feel free to move on <3

Star: can i just say that s1 Reid is literally the most baby boy ever (i will do ungodly things to him, i wanna ruin him forever, like is this what a corruption kink is?)

Sunny: you know what this is EXACTLY what a corruption kink is. And I didn’t even think to add that to the tags for this (or Lessons for a Genius, but it totally applies). S1/S2 Spencer is SO FUCKING CORRUPTABLE. So bitable. Like I just wanna tell him filthy things and watch him explode due to the shock 

Star: skipping all the cw cause sunny's got me and I love surprises :3 whatever happens next is on me

Sunny: I do got you!!! Reading fics blind can be so much more fun lmao 

Star: "Sifting through someone’s apartment looking" unironically this would be the shit, i love going through ppls stuff (paperwork can die tho)

Sunny: okay but I would also love this. A chance to just be so NOSY. I would live for this 

Star: "Gideon said" i literally went "🥺 dad ???? 🥺" YES YOU DUMB BITCH WE'RE ON SEASON ONE !!!!

Sunny: If I was actually part of this team and Gideon said that I wasn’t living up to my potential or something, I would cry. Like him telling me I wasn’t doing well enough would be INFINITELY worse than one of my parents being disappointed in me. He is father 

Star: "The only upside was that you got to do it with Spencer" oh i'm gonna do a lot of things with Spencer

Sunny: and Spencer is gonna love it <333 

Star: "naturally fell under your authority" yes ??? cause he knows his place is under a mean woman

Sunny: EXACTLY. He doesn’t have the energy or the time to question us. And he likes being bossed around. He just doesn’t know it yet (but he will though) 

Star: "Reid, come on, take your feet off the dashboard!" you !!!! the germaphobe !!!! literally shut up forever i hAVE THE HIGH (moral) GROUND !!! "And put your seatbelt on!” OH HE'D STRESS ME OUT SO BAD !!!!! I HATE WHEN PPL DO THIS !!!!!

Sunny: HE WOULD STRESS ME OUT TOO. Like everything from this part of the fic was from my heart. I am this mf bossy with people in the car if they are being annoying or not wearing a seatbelt 

Star: "Aw, Reid, listen to your Mommy.” you wish you could call me mommy (or alternatively: well then i guess im letting You die in a car crash)

Sunny: I feel like Derek would be the type to call someone ‘Mama’ in bed. (or Mami?) Like he would call you a ‘hot mama’ - as a compliment, and it would slip out again later during sex. This was just floating around between my ears and I felt the need to share lmao 

Star: "“I bet if you’re a good boy, she might even breastfeed you when you get there" AAAAAAAA I FORGOT HE SAID THAT !!!!!

Sunny: Derek is thinking about our tiddies an UNHEALTHY AMOUNT. (or a very healthy amount, depending on how you look at it.) 

Star: "his voice low and mousy, looking straight ahead as he fidgeted with his hands in his lap" im shoving my tongue down his throat

Sunny: as you should. 

Star: "For the first time ever" preposterous (having to google the correct spelling for that was for sure humbling)

Sunny: lmao it’s okay I wouldn’t know how to spell this off the top of my head either and I’m a native English speaker 

Star: "Don’t worry about it, baby" : O did i just rizz MYSELF UP ????

Sunny: it’s easier to do so around Spencer who won’t question your rizz!!! 

Star: "Sorry, Mommy" you have never done me wrong ever

Sunny: I literally had SO MUCH FUN writing this part, because I was like ‘this is a meme, but it fits SO WELL into the fic, so I have to do it’. 

Star: see reader is stronger than me cause I would've pulled over, federal secURITY JOB BE DAMNED !!!!

Sunny: You have no clue how many times I have been writing a fic and thought to myself ‘they should just fuck NOW’ - but then I have to be like ‘no, we have to stick to the plot, we have to build more tension’. So I definitely agree with you in a lot of ways lmao. 

Star: "wanted to shoot his cum so deep inside you that it would ensure he could give you one" : O im calling the police

Sunny: I’m sure I have one of those monopoly Get Out Of Jail Free cards sitting around somewhere <333 

Star: "You don’t mind sharing with me, right" OMG I SEE WHAT YOU DID HERE !!!! *pointing maniacally at the screen*

Sunny: I had just been watching the Lila episode and it was too much fun to resist lmao 

Star: "he saw that there was only one bed" i KNEW not looking at the cw would yield good results !!!!

Sunny: again, it’s a meme, but it was too much fun not to include. Also usually the ‘there was only one bed’ trope is about two people being FORCED to share a bed because of extenuating circumstances (which is very fun to write) - but this time, it is purely on purpose. The reader character booked the room with only one bed so Spencer would be forced to confront the sexual tension between them. 

Star: "melting like butter over your tongue in a way that made Spencer’s knees wobble" baby and angel are SO DEEPLY ingrained into my daily vocabulary I think Spencer would spontaneously combust

Sunny: oh he absolutely WOULD 

Star: "beautiful natural teardrop shape of your breasts" *excitedly chanting* SAGGY TITS SAGGY TITS SAGGY TITS !!!!!

Sunny: this actually made me snort when I read it omg. #teamsaggytits 

Star: "weren’t actually offering to breastfeed him" we'll get there eventually >:3

Sunny: now I cannot stop thinking about Spencer with an actually pregnant or new mother reader who is over producing milk and Spencer offers to suck the milk out of her tits because they are swollen and painful so she doesn’t have to breast pump, acting like it’s just to help her, but it’s really self motivated because he loves tiddies (will this be a fic I will actually write? idk) 

Star: "your body could actually support the production of milk currently" well maybe if you put a baby in me like you wanted to i COULD'VE

Sunny: WELL NOW I’M THINKING ABOUT EARLY SEASONS WHINY SPENCER BEGGING TO BREED YOU. MORE PLOT BUNNIES 

Star: "or maybe Spencer liked that humiliation, he wasn’t even sure" we'll sprinkle in the fact that Reid is bi

Sunny: I was trying to sprinkle in the fact that Reid has a humiliation kink - but it does probably help that the humiliation comes from Morgan 

Star: "wouldn’t be able to stand the idea of another woman touching him after this" unless we're also there and the other woman is Elle (cause she'd be out mommy too, than everything's balanced out)

Sunny: (Staring at Elle, singing You Are The Only Exception) 

Star: "You knew it wouldn’t be long before he came in his pants" im gonna claw out of my little prison, plEASE GOD ALLOW ME TO HAVE THIS

Sunny: he is so wonderfully pathetic <3 

Star: "Anyone else would have likely let him rest" *in tears* you know me so fucking well, i love it here

Sunny: all that matters in life is writing fics for your one weird little friend <3 I am so glad this one hit !!!

Star: "Glossy and wet with his own release, his cock pinky red from the exertion and friction, still half hard" I think I have rabies, this is what rabies feel like, why else would I be foaming at the mouth?

Sunny: I feel like I need to put a warning on my fics now that they may induce rabies ??? 

Star: "You said that you only wanted to look" .... i can look with my mouth

Sunny: I need ‘I can look with my mouth’ on a shirt with no context 

Star: "he was the one making those desperate sounds" gone wild audio save, save me gwa !!

Sunny: WAIT ONE HAPPENED TO THAT ONE AUDIO POST I HAD SAVED THAT SOUNDED EXACTLY LIKE SPENCER ??? remind me to find it later 

Star: "frail woman getting fucked to death by her husband next door" im husband ? 🥺

Sunny: again, this is one of those random lines that I put in there just for you. Because Spencer is babygirl and we love reversing gender roles 

Star: "That’s enough, baby" I WAS ABOUT TO SAY !!! 4 sugar packets ????? Spencer please, your poor heart

Sunny: he needs to be mommied. For his health 

Anyway, everyone!!! Thank you for coming to this episode of Star and Sunny talk shit <333

Meddle About

Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader

‘Cause it's not just a figure of speech - you got me down on my knees.

It's gettin' harder to b r e a t h e .

Summary:

You hate it when Morgan teases Reid. So when Morgan says that you are Reid's 'Mommy' - you verbally fire back without even thinking about it.

Reid vastly overthinks it.

So much so that he ends up calling you Mommy by mistake. And you definitely don't hate the sound of that word coming off his lips.

Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Set during Season One.

Word Count: 6,300

Criminal Minds Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: general smut fic - porn with some plot; dom/sub dynamics (but this isn't a pre-discussed dom/sub relationship, the characters just fall into these roles naturally), Spencer is submissive and the reader is dominant; the main theme is Mommy kink - Spencer discovers that he has a Mommy kink after a joke that Morgan makes, referring to the reader character as Spencer's Mommy; Spencer calls the reader 'Mommy' and the reader also refers to herself with that title; the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (and breasts); it could be interpreted that the reader has larger breasts/is plus sized (but I think anyone of any size could enjoy this fic); the reader is part of the BAU; this is meant to take place during season one (baby Spence my beloved) but there are no other major canon events mentioned and the case being discussed is one that I have made up; some very background typical elements of Criminal Minds - murder, killing, systemic vicimization of women/violence from men towards women (passing mention of bodies being consumed by wild animals); the reader and Spencer fuck while on a case (but they aren't endangering anyone's lives from lack of their attention, so it's fine); mentions of potential injuries from a car accident (theoretical - doesn't actually happen during the fic); very slight threads of Morgan x Reader (mentions of Morgan being attracted to the reader - it could be one-sided); very passing mention of Reid having breeding kink (doesn't take place during the fic, just one of his thoughts); for the actual smut section: this could be interpreted as virgin!Spencer but that's not explicitly stated here (at most, this is just inexperienced!Spencer) (the reader is definitely way more sexually experienced than him); praise kink (we all known Spencer is so eager to be praised); mentions of breastfeeding - Morgan makes a joke about the reader breastfeeding Reid, which later turns into faux breastfeeding kink (the reader doesn't actually lactate, but she lets Spencer suck on her tits and calls it breastfeeding); the reader calls Spencer: 'baby', 'good boy',; descriptions of subspace - but it's not specifically called 'subspace' in the text; thigh humping - Spencer humps the reader's thigh; cumming in pants (Spencer); multiple orgasms/overstimulation (Spencer receiving); handjob - the reader jacks Spencer off while he is sensitive after his first orgasm; using lube as cum; dumbification kink - the reader calls Spencer 'dumb baby' and generally enjoys seeing his intellect drop the more turned on he becomes (Spencer also likes being called this); technically the reader doesn't get to cum, but she gets turned on from treating Spencer like the good boy that he is (and this is more about him). I think that's everything.

A/N: This was directly inspired by the scene from Reid's birthday party, where Morgan says 'Mommy to the rescue!' (talking about JJ) and then Spencer says '...Mommy?' and it seems like he is discovering his Mommy kink in real time. Especially because he is then trapped between Elle and JJ and he makes direct eye contact with their boobs, and he just has such a look of scared kink realization in his eyes. I considered copying that moment exactly and just replacing JJ with the reader character, but this seemed like more fun lmao. I had so much fun writing this and I think this is one of my best fics in a while. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

...

Generally, you hated being stuck with grunt work. 

You knew that it was all part of the job - an important part of it. Paperwork, side interviews, background checks. Sifting through someone’s apartment looking for aspects of what kind of person they were based on their everyday life. 

But you thrived more on being right in the middle of things. You preferred interacting with suspects, chasing people down, harsh confrontation. 

Gideon said that you were overly controlling, impatient, brutally honest - that you had an ‘abrasive personality’ that put most men off. But that was why he often brought you into interrogations with male suspects. Many of the people you caught - men with superiority complexes who targeted the weak to make themselves feel powerful - they hated that you weren’t intimidated by them. That aspect of abrasion between you and the suspects often brought out a lot of information - things they spewed out trying to intimidate you. 

But you weren’t needed on that front today. 

No - instead, you were doing grunt work. The kind of work that made you impatient and generally aggravated. 

The only upside was that you got to do it with Spencer. 

He was one of the only men that voluntarily worked so closely with you so often, because he wasn’t intimidated by you. He took orders from you very well and naturally fell under your authority, bringing a natural chemistry to your partnership when you worked with him. Plus - his seemingly endless stream of ‘fun facts’ was like listening to the radio, which did help to soothe your boredom during these kinds of mindless tasks. 

You were on a case in Texas. Five women raped and tortured before having their bodies hung from a tree and consumed by cotoyes that the UnSub knew lived in the area. Since police had closed in on him, he had gone on the run. He had killed three more women since fleeing, while leaving no clues as to what his ultimate endgame would be or where he would be going next. 

Hotch sent you and Reid to find that out while the rest of the team worked victimology and profiled the scenes of the most recent murders, following the trail he was leaving. 

After spending hours sifting through the suspect’s house, looking for any small clue about where he might be going - you came up empty. When you touched base with Hotch, he told you that you and Reid would be going to visit the suspect’s ex-wife - who lived four hours away. You needed to interview her to see if she could give you any further insight to the man, and perhaps - beat him to the house if she was the ultimate target. 

(A lot of the victims looked like her, and it couldn’t really be a coincidence.) 

You knew that lives were at risk, and it was juvenile of you, but all you heard was: long, boring drive. Boring day. You hoped that Reid would be good company through it. 

Now, you were waiting outside of the police station in the bureau-issued SUV, waiting for Morgan to come and give you the file with the ex-wife’s address and contact information. 

“Did you know that over forty-six percent of Texans own a gun? Texas is second only to Montana in registered gun ownership, where over sixty-six percent of citizens proudly tote their right to bear arms.” Reid told you, continuing to look over the case files that were sitting in his lap. 

When you looked over toward him to reply to this odd factoid, your mind got caught up on something else. 

“Reid, come on, take your feet off the dashboard!” You told him, reaching over to gently smack his knee, trying to encourage his legs down from the awkward position. 

It bothered you for several reasons - the idea that he would leave shoe prints on the dashboard, which was minor and cosmetic, but still annoying. And the fact that if the car did happen to get hit head-on, the air-bag would explode out and push his knees into his chest, causing his shattered leg bones to pierce his organs and possibly kill him. (At the very least, he would never walk again.) 

Speaking of which: 

“And put your seatbelt on!” You barked, now noticing that he wasn’t wearing it past all of the files he had piled into his lap. “You of all people should know how many deaths are caused by not wearing a seatbelt.” 

Spencer opened his mouth to spout out this exact statistic, but before he could get the words out, another voice entered the conversation. 

“Aw, Reid, listen to your Mommy.” 

You were almost startled by Morgan’s voice coming from the open driver’s side window so suddenly. His appearance there as if out of nowhere was so jarring that you couldn’t get caught up on the way he had called you Reid’s Mommy. Your head whipped toward Morgan so quickly that you didn’t notice the flash across Spencer’s features - worry, dawning. You didn’t take note of the way he rushed to comply with putting on his seatbelt. As if he was rushing to please you, even unconsciously. 

“I bet if you’re a good boy, she might even breastfeed you when you get there.” 

Morgan then pursed his lips and made loudly suckling noises, clearly imitating breastfeeding in what he thought was a comedic way. 

Again - glaring at the muscled man through the open window, you didn’t see Spencer’s reaction. You didn’t see the way his large, glassy eyes flickered to your breasts (only emphasized by your own seatbelt crossed over the center of your chest) before he forced himself to focus on the files in front of him so that he wouldn’t feel so caught.

“Shut up.” You told Morgan, your voice so commanding and firm that his simple order was enough to get him to stop his antics. 

“And give me the address already.” You held out your hand expectantly, and Morgan handed you the file, which you placed onto the center console. 

Then, you turned back to him for one last point, determined to have the final word in the conversation. 

“Besides, we both know that you’re the one who’s got an obsession with my breasts, anyway. Just because you stare while wearing sunglasses, doesn’t mean I don’t notice. My eyes are up here, pal.” You told him sharply. 

He let out a scoff at this, and rolled his eyes behind his dark frames - but he made no clever comeback. 

You had successfully bested him. And with that knowledge, you rolled up the window and left him standing dumbly in the parking lot as you sped off. 

… 

You pulled over later to put the address into the GPS system, and you let out a long-winded groan when you found that it was more than four hours away. Four hours and twenty five minutes. 

So you pulled over again to get gas and stocked up on snacks, and you were surprised that Reid wasn’t giving you some lesson about the colloquial use of ‘soda’ and ‘pop’ (thinking that you hadn’t listened the other ten times when he had gone on the same rambling point about linguistics and how language evolves). 

He was being far too quiet for your liking. 

But he was keeping his eyes glued to the files, and you guessed that he was churning over something in that big brain of his, like he usually was. 

You were entirely surprised when the next time he spoke - it wasn’t about the case at all. 

“How - how do you know that Morgan likes your breasts?” He asked, his voice low and mousy, looking straight ahead as he fidgeted with his hands in his lap. 

“What?” You gaped, the word flying out of your mouth as your brain was utterly slow to process what he had just said. 

Hearing Spencer use the word ‘breasts’ was jarring, but somehow utterly adorable. You found it stirring a slight heat within you. Especially because he was still so shy. The whole thing made you want to pin him down and force the shyness out of him. 

Spencer felt the need to further explain himself. 

“When - when you were talking to him, you said: ‘we both know that you’re the one who’s got an obsession with my breasts.’” He said, repeating back what you had said, word for word, using that perfect memory of his. 

You wondered if that’s what he had been doing, sitting there in his seat so silently for the past hour of the car ride - going over the conversation again and again in his head, trying to make sense of it. And because he couldn’t make any sense of it by himself, now he was consulting you. 

Again, you found it so utterly adorable. 

“Morgan didn’t deny it. So - was it a hypothesis based on something, or did you just call him out hoping that you weren’t wrong?” Reid continued, sparing only a singular glance in your direction, a look that you caught out of the corner of your eye with your gaze still mostly focused ahead on the road. 

You found it intensely cute that he was using the word ‘hypothesis’ in this situation. You wondered if he ever turned it off - the textbook big words and the intellect that he always carried himself with. You wondered if you could make him turn it off. You wondered if there was any situation where Spencer Reid could be as stupid as any other man - chasing a bone, desperate to get his nut off. 

For the first time ever - you imagined Spencer Reid underneath you, blabbering nonsense, begging for release with your hand around his cock as you pumped him, red and aching, so slick in your palm. Desperate, empty-headed, beautifully stupid. 

(See, this was what happened when you were forced to do grunt work. You got bored. And when you got bored - you had to entertain yourself somehow.) 

“It was a pretty well-informed hypothesis.” You replied. Now that Spencer had brought the topic up, you certainly weren’t going to shy away from the discussion. “Morgan often brings up my sex life, and wants to engage in detailed discussions about my sexual encounters with me. So I assume that he spends a fair amount of time thinking about me in a sexual way.” 

Reid let out a choked-off noise at this. 

You continued. 

“Plus, he’s always staring down my top. He’s not exactly subtle.” 

“You - you actually notice that kind of thing?” He chirped, his voice becoming a few octaves higher as worry flooded him. 

You bit your lip, suppressing a grin. 

Of course, you had noticed the times that Spencer stared at your breasts as well. He was even less subtle about it than Morgan was. You didn’t mind it when he did it, because you knew that Spencer wasn’t exactly casanova. He didn’t have a different girl every other week like Morgan did, so taking a glance down your shirt when he passed you a morning coffee was probably about as much action as he got. 

Secretly, letting him get away with it was your gift to him. 

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” You told him, the pet name slipping out mindlessly as you reached over and gently patted his knee as a form of reassurance. 

This movement unintentionally drew his eyes toward your chest, especially in his desperation to look anywhere but your face, not wanting to make eye contact with you. But he found his eyes glued to the swell of your breasts once again - hating how perfect they looked, even through the simple cotton shirt and plain bra that you wore. 

“Sorry, Mommy.” The word slipped out before he could even consciously process it. “Sorry!” 

Spencer raised a hand to smack his own face at lightning speed, and slumped down into his seat in embarrassment. 

You bit your lip to suppress a grin. It stirred a filthy heat in your belly. But you knew that Spencer likely needed a while to sit with this and wouldn’t want to talk about it - not yet. So you reached over and turned on the radio, letting the music fill the space so that the silence wasn’t so awkward and gutting. 

…

Spencer didn’t talk for the entirety of the rest of the car ride, which didn’t surprise you. 

When you finally arrived at the ex-wife’s house, his hands were shaking with nerves as he tried to unlatch his seatbelt. You probably should have just left him alone to struggle, but an evil spark, likely fueled by the boredom of the day, flared up inside of you. You couldn’t resist the urge to lean over the console, very purposefully showing off your breasts as you gently pushed his hands away and undid the belt for him. 

“Here, let Mommy get that for you.” You said, distinct teasing on your breath as you mumbled the words into his ear. 

Spencer huffed out a deep sigh and collapsed back into his seat, and pushed his hair out of his face in frustration. But he didn’t say anything more as you gathered the files in preparation for the interview. 

He only spoke when you moved to get out of the car. 

“Look, I-” He began a half assed explanation, and you easily cut him off. 

“You let Morgan get in your head too much.” You told him with a chuckle, opening your door and getting out. 

But as he forced himself to follow you with numb limbs - he knew that this definitely wasn’t all Morgan’s fault. 

… 

The ex-wife didn’t know much. 

She described the marriage as hell - the suspect exhibited all the typical behaviors as a husband that they would have expected. He hated women, and he wanted full control over his wife at the time, which eventually led down the path of divorce. They had to sell the house they had bought together, but neither of them had moved out of Texas since. But he hadn’t contacted her in years. 

She had two young kids from a new relationship, and when the woman stepped out to take a call, you picked one of them up to soothe his cries, hushing him gently while you rubbed his back. 

Because of this, Spencer found himself even more dizzy and confused. 

He knew that it was Frueadian - some deep, misguided part of his psychology - something broken and missing inside of him because of his own fractured childhood. 

But seeing you being so sweet with a kid, especially after the day he’d had - he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be your baby, or if he wanted to shoot his cum so deep inside you that it would ensure he could give you one. 

(Ultimately, he knew that it was likely both - and that didn’t answer any questions for him. It just gave him far more questions.) 

… 

Even though the ex-wife couldn’t give you guys much more than you already knew, Hotch wanted you and Spencer to stay close by in case the suspect decided to make his ex-wife the end game. The two of you would be able to make it to her first if she called for help. 

So you and Spencer had dinner at a random local barbeque place off the highway and Spencer still didn’t talk much through it, other than posing some theories about the case. Even though he was a bit more talkative, he still refused to look at you - he stared down at his plate the whole time. Though whenever he did look up, you noticed that his eyes lingered on your chest - and he still wouldn’t look you in the eye. 

By the time the bill came around and the two of you were ready to leave, you knew exactly what you had to do. 

… 

Spencer waited by the car with his bag while you checked in and got a motel room (needing to stay in town, you got a room for the night). When you came back, you handed him the room key and then moved to get your bag out of the car. 

“Do… you already have yours?” He asked quietly. 

“Hmm?” You hummed in reply, slinging the strap of your go-bag over your shoulder before you closed the back door and used the remote to lock up the car. 

“Your room key?” 

You suppressed another grin. 

“I only got one room.” You told him. “You don’t mind sharing with me, right?” 

You gave him a purposeful look - looked at him through your lashes, bit your lip slightly, and subtly squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, emphasizing them. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, but hopefully it seemed subtle. 

“I - uh - no.” Spencer stuttered. “It’s fine. We can share.” He gave a grin, not wanting to appear upset, even though his entire body was racked with nerves. 

Spencer followed you to the room and he fumbled with the key with shaking hands for a moment before he sighed and then handed it to you. 

His insides quaked when he saw that there was only one bed. 

He wasn’t sure if he should say anything about it. The two of you had slept in the same room before, but you had never shared a bed before. Sure, you had slept near each other before. He had accidentally fallen asleep on your shoulder on the plane or vice versa. But you had never crawled into bed together with the intention of sleeping together. 

And yes, just the entendre behind it made Reid’s head spin. 

He had a heavy knot in his gut, and hatefully - a distinct stirring in his crotch. He could only imagine how embarrassing it would be for you to wake up and see him compromised in some way. Or god forbid, if you caught him moaning in his sleep because of unconscious dreams that he couldn’t stop - for you to think that he was some kind of dirty sex pervert because of it. 

He felt an overwhelming need to clear the air overtake him. He had no clue how to broach the subject, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to spend the night like this. He wouldn’t be able to sleep with this anxiety hanging over his head. 

He studied you carefully as you sat down on the edge of the bed, ditching your bag off to the side and heaving out a tired sigh as you began taking off your shoes. 

Spencer put down his own bag and then stood there, fidgeting nervously as he searched for words. 

“I - uh - I am sorry about earlier.” He mumbled out the beginnings of an apology. “What Morgan said was stupid, and I-” 

“I don’t think it was stupid.” 

You let out a chuckle, and reached up the back of your shirt. Spencer found himself frozen, his eyes tracing your every moment as you unhooked your bra underneath your shirt and then moved to maneuver the straps out from your short sleeves while you kept talking. 

“I think he had a point.” You added on. “Good boys should get a reward. And I think you were fairly good today. You didn’t eat all your veggies at dinner, but you kept your feet off the dashboard and you were quiet during the car ride. You definitely get points for being patient during such a long trip, baby.” 

Your voice smoothed into a soothing tone, that word - baby - melting like butter over your tongue in a way that made Spencer’s knees wobble. He hadn’t known it until right now, but you calling him a ‘good boy’ and listing off such mundane things he had done that made him worthy of a reward fired off sparks inside of his brain. 

A breath choked off inside of his throat as you stood up off the bed and peeled your bra completely out from under your shirt. Somehow it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen, revealing the hard peaks of your nipples and the beautiful natural teardrop shape of your breasts to him through the cotton fabric. 

Spencer wanted to speak, but his tongue felt so heavy and dry inside of his mouth. He knew that he was staring at your chest so blatantly now, but he couldn’t peel his eyes away. He couldn’t even feel ashamed anymore. 

That dull tingle in his crotch had turned into a full on stinging interest, and he unconsciously pulled at the fabric of his pants, trying to loosen some of the tension that was growing, not even considering how it might look to you - him dumbly reaching for his crotch to make it look looser when his hardening bulge was becoming more obvious by the second. 

It was one of the most ‘caveman’ things he had ever done in front of you - standing there with his mouth hanging slightly agape, pulling at his crotch without caring how it looked. You definitely wanted more, wanted to see how dumb he could get. How far you could make him devolve. 

“So what do you say, baby boy?” You hummed, stepping close into his personal space now, causing him to get a whiff of your perfume - something that was only a dull trace after such a long day, but still smelled so good. “Do you want Mommy to breastfeed you? Do you wanna suck on my tits as your reward?” 

You gently ran a thumb across his cheek, and paired with the words, Spencer’s brain short-circuited. 

He knew realistically that you weren’t actually offering to breastfeed him. There was no evidence in your life to say that your body could actually support the production of milk currently - but you were offering to let him play pretend. To suck on your tits with a very sexual air, to call you Mommy without the teasing humiliation behind it that Morgan had hinted at (or maybe Spencer liked that humiliation, he wasn’t even sure). (He hadn’t even known before this morning that he liked the idea of calling you Mommy, but here he was). 

All he could conjure in response was the dumbest, non-human sound. 

“Nngh.” 

It was a grunt from the back of his throat - too much blood swelling to his cock all at once and too much direct attention from you making him dizzy. 

You giggled quietly. 

“Come on, baby. Just say the word. And Mommy will give you everything you need.” 

Spencer inhaled sharply. At this point, he was desperate to get some oxygen to his brain. 

His mind was racing, chanting out: 

‘Yes! God, yes! I want it so badly, Mommy! I want anything you’ll give me. I need you. I need you so badly.’ 

But all his lips could form in the wake of such dizzying lust was: 

“Please.” 

“Good boy.” You sighed. 

You used a hand on his chin to tilt his face up to meet yours, and you consumed him in a kiss - he was hungry and eager to meet your touch, moaning loudly into your mouth, his hands racing to touch you now, rushing up to grip on your hips in the most utterly needy way. He balled the fabric of your shirt in his fists, like he couldn’t get enough of you - like he was afraid you would dissolve away if he let go of you for even a second. 

It was cute, to say the least. 

You only let the kiss last for a moment, though. You pulled away to a disappointed whine from Spencer, which you quietly hushed. 

“Hey, it’s okay baby.” You soothed him. “Come here. Mommy’s gonna take good care of you.” 

You lead him toward the bed, getting rid of his tie in the process, and Spencer stepped out of his shoes along the way. You slid onto the bed and laid up on the pillows on your back, Spencer clumsily following you, crawling on all fours. The two of you had barely started, but he was full-on panting now, racing to catch his breath while his blood hammered through his veins. 

He watched on with eager curiosity while you got comfortable, fluffing the pillow under your head before you then reached down and pulled up your shirt. You pulled the fabric to sit up under your chin, finally revealing your gorgeous breasts to him. 

If he was lost for words before, then he had receded back to a total neanderthal now. 

His mouth fell open and his salivary glands started working overtime as his eyes raked hungrily over your chest - enjoying the pure beauty of the fatty mounds, striped with zig-zagging stretch marks and completed by your hard peaked nipples. 

“Here, come on, baby.” 

You had to remind Spencer what the goal was, guiding him into place with a hand on the back of his head. You helped ease his body to lay on top of yours as he relaxed into you - and his mouth finally found its rightful place on your breast. He became greedy, suctioning hard on your nipple as though he might actually get something out of it. 

Truthfully, he did get something out of this. 

It definitely wasn’t any form of nutrition, but it was something that drove him lustfully insane and made his head fuzzy and warm in the best way. This was the only time in his entire life that he didn’t have ten thousand thoughts running through his mind like the news blasting on television in the background. This was the only time since his first conscious memory that he had actually known his mind to be quiet. 

He felt intensely thankful for it. Intensely thankful toward you for giving him this feeling. 

In that moment, without all the noise, all he knew was the comforting feeling of your fat tit under his mouth, the heat of your body under his own as you cradled him. The soothing firmness of your hands through his hair and down his back - and the distant, sweet purring of your voice in his ears. 

“Good boy.” You hummed, loving the feeling of him moaning around your nipple - so constant and so greedy now that you were sure he didn’t even know that he was doing it. “Such a good boy for me. Such a good boy for Mommy.” 

Your cunt was humming between your thighs, aching so hard at seeing Spencer like this. The usually composed, intelligent, practically robotic Doctor Reid reduced down to a blubbering, moaning, needy mess just because he wanted to suck on your tits. 

Just because you had called yourself Mommy a few times in his presence. 

It was so utterly beautiful, and you wanted more. 

(You didn’t think that you could ever let him go after this. You probably wouldn’t be able to stand the idea of another woman touching him after this. But you would have to think on that more later.) 

You noticed Spencer canting his hips, unconsciously seeking friction against his hard cock while he continued to suck on your breast. With his eyes closed blissfully, drool gathering around his lips where they met your skin in the most utterly adorable way. You couldn’t help yourself - you scooted your knee between his thighs. You then used a hand to help his hips into place, adjusting him so that he was getting good friction against your denim-clad thigh. 

“There you go. There you go, sweet boy.” You hummed, feeling another jolt through your body when he let out a sharper moan against your tit, and began humping your leg in earnest. 

You were quick to encourage him, putting both hands on his hips and helping him along while he greedily hung onto you. He had on your hip, the other hand slipping up to cup fingers around the bottom of your breast, making sure you didn’t escape him while he moved his body against you so frantically. 

“That’s just what you needed, isn’t it, baby?” You moaned out, your voice wavering slightly as the pleasure of it all thrummed through you. “Just a dumb little baby who needed Mommy’s tit.” 

The term ‘dumb little baby’ came flying out of your mouth before you could stop it. Though you knew exactly why it happened. Seeing such a brilliant genius reduced down to this truly did something to your ego. And apparently hearing those words from you did something to him, too. 

He whined sharply against your skin and his hips stuttered abruptly. You knew it wouldn’t be long before he came in his pants, his cock throbbing against the friction of your thigh. And this thought alone caused your mouth to run off without restraint. 

“Such a needy little thing.” You sighed. “You love being Mommy’s dumb baby, don’t you? Not a single fucking thought between your ears, just sucking on Mommy’s tit without a care in the world.” 

Spencer moaned and it sent another jolt through your body - another harsh pang through your cunt. You loved how much he needed you. You loved how much he was clearly eating this up. 

You didn’t even care if you got to cum tonight; you just wanted to exhaust him for all he was worth. Because he was so fucking pretty like this. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby boy? You gonna cum for Mommy? Come on, baby. Cum for me.” 

These words were what ultimately sent him over the edge. Well that along with your strong hands on his hips, encouraging him along while he was mindless and busy mouthing on your breast.

His jaw dropped open, finally loosening that desperate suction on your now slightly sore nipple as he began to pant frantically over your now spit-soaked skin. He moaned hotly while he humped you in an entirely adorable, almost distraught manner - absolutely desperate to have the most friction on his cock while his orgasm overtook him. 

You could feel his needy cock throbbing against you, trapped inside of his pants, shooting off hot ropes of cum that quickly soaked into his underwear and even then, seeped into the fabric of his slacks. You grinned and bit your lip as you felt that wetness even beginning to soak into your jeans, knowing he must have set off quite a big load. 

Spencer soon collapsed on top of you, gulping in air as he tried to catch his breath. 

Any normal person would have taken pity on him (seeing as he was clearly nervous and inexperienced) and wound things down to end the night here. Anyone else would have likely let him rest. 

But again, you felt devilish temptation overtake you. (It was a feeling that seemed to be much more ripe around Spencer Reid.) 

You just felt thankful that your temptation and inclination toward chaos came in the form of lust, rather than something more violent, like the people you studied every single day. Everyone around you should be thankful for that. 

You used your leverage (and the fact that you weren’t nearly as exhausted from the experience) to flip him over onto his back. He let out a surprised sound as his back made contact with the mattress - blinking up at you with shocked, glassy eyes as you moved down his body slightly. 

“Wha-?” He mumbled out the question, only getting out part of the word before you reached for the zipper on the front of his now wet pants. 

“Hey, shh, baby. I just wanna see you.” You told him quietly, causing him to stare down the length of his own body at your hands as you worked. 

You got the button and zipper undone quickly and you let out a quiet ‘fuck’ as you peeled back the wet fabric of his grey slacks to reveal the sight of his simplistic (very Reid) white cotton underwear slightly transparent and stuck tight to his cock, coated in wet, sticky cum. 

“So pretty baby.” 

He only whined in response. 

You couldn’t help yourself - you reached up and pulled down the waistband of his underwear, feeling more lust pricking through you as he was truly revealed to your eyes. He was perfect. Glossy and wet with his own release, his cock pinky red from the exertion and friction, still half hard. You pulled the clothes down over his hips and he lifted his body to help you, clearly glad to be rid of the mess, and the second you untangled the fabric from his ankles and ditched everything aside, you were back on him. 

You skimmed the tips of your fingers oh-so-lightly up his shaft where it was sprawled across his pelvis, and his hips jolted. He let out a bitter gasp - as though cold water had been splashed across him. 

“You said-” He choked on the words as you ran your thumb right underneath the crown, gently pressing into the head, causing him to choke on a moan while his knees quaked. 

You sat on his knees to keep him still and his head became so fuzzy once again. 

‘You said that you only wanted to look.’ 

The sentence died off in his lungs somewhere, and truthfully - he didn’t want to protest. He didn’t want you to stop. 

“Sens-sensitive.” He whined. “Too much.” 

“But you’re so pretty, baby.” You replied, your voice turning smooth and warm like butter again, melting over his whole body, causing all of his muscles to go soft and pliant for you. “Your cock is so pretty. I need to touch you.” 

He let out another strangled noise when you cupped your hand and took him fully in your grip this time, giving one good tug across his cock from root to tip. When you did this again, faster this time, his lungs seized inside his chest - trying to take in oxygen so quickly, as though he were drowning on dry land. 

“You gonna be good for me, baby?” 

“Yes.” He gargled back in response. “Yes, Mommy.” 

He was already so wet from cumming in his pants, and he let out a pathetic dribble of precum as you continued to move your hand - so it was an easy, slick slide. One that sent harsh shockwaves through him from overstimulation. Against his own will, he soon ballooned back to full hardness - becoming painfully swollen in your hand while you sped up your touch and closed your fist tighter around him. It caused the most wonderful hurt between his legs, and made a downright filthy wet sound as you pumped your grip faster along his needy cock. 

Spencer heard wailing and felt the soreness against his throat before he realized that he was the one making those desperate sounds. He distantly wondered what it might sound like to someone else, if the rooms on either side were occupied, if the motel would receive a noise complaint about some frail woman getting fucked to death by her husband next door - because that’s what he sounded like in his own ears. 

But any of those half-thoughts were chased out of his brain the second you flicked your thumb up over the head of his cock and your dirty mouth filled his ears once again. 

“Gonna milk this pretty cock, baby.” You told him, your voice firm. “You gonna show Mommy how much you can cum for me? Gonna show me what a good boy you are?” 

Spencer let out another pathetic sound, his body singing with pleasure at his pure need to prove to you that - yes, he was a good boy. 

He felt tears wet on the side of his face before he realized that he was crying, but it was all too good to ask you to stop. 

You used your other hand to cradle his balls and you swooped down to capture his gasping mouth in another kiss (a very messy, open mouthed kiss that Spencer could barely pay attention to). Spencer screamed into your mouth while he painted his stomach with cum once again.

You only stopped jerking his cock once you had truly milked every last drop from him, his hips seizing up off the bed and your hand almost slipping off him completely from how sloppily wet it was with more of his cum added to the mix. 

He was purely exhausted then. His eyes blinked heavily, struggling to stay open. He vaguely remembered you cleaning him off and tucking him into bed - but he definitely enjoyed falling asleep curled up next to your warmth. 

…

The next morning, Spencer felt hungover. 

He wondered if that’s what good sex always felt like - the combination of endorphins rushing through your body and physical exertion tackling you over. His legs were sore, as though he had run several miles. (Which wasn’t even something he could make a bold comparison to anyway, because he didn’t exercise nearly as much as he should for someone with this job). He woke up starving, grateful when you drove to a diner down the road after checking out of the motel and planted him in one of the booths before going outside to call Hotch in order to touch base with the rest of the team. 

You came back with a small grin on your face. 

“Turns out that tip the ex-wife gave us about their first house in Arlington was pretty solid.” You told Reid. “They caught the guy on his way there. He had another girl in the trunk. They got her back mostly unarmed, and took him into custody.” 

Spencer nodded. “That’s good.” 

When he moved to grab another sugar packet out of the caddy on the side of the table, three of them already open and empty beside his cup of coffee, you grabbed him by the wrist. 

“That’s enough, baby.” You told him. 

His stomach curled, that distinct feeling running through him again. And against his will, that word slipped out - again. 

“Yes, Mommy.”

...

A/N: This is a standalone oneshot. There won't be a sequel or a continuation, so please do not ask for one. If you liked the fic, please comment about the body of work that has been written, or consider reblogging to show your appreciation. If you want to see more Spencer Reid fics that I have written, you can check out my Criminal Minds Masterlist, or you can check out my Masterlists for other fandoms to see if anything catches your eye. Thank you for reading!

[itsrapsodia]

I'll level with you I really didn't care for mid season 1 Yennefer, she got on my nerves. I did not like her and geralts relationship (it was bad for both of them tbh, geralts coming out looking worse though by far). The thing is though yennefer's scenes with Jaskier this season were so good, they're really cute and FUNNY together. THEY HAVE ACTUAL CHEMISTRY!!! As buds AND as a couple! i normally ship geraskier but show geralt can take a long walk off of a short pier. Yenskier's growing on me

oh man I definitely have Opinions about it. (Future Raps note: this got too long and it's twn critical, so it's going under a Read More fdkjgdf)

I also didnt like Yen on 1st watch, but I did on my 2nd, and I think it has a lot to do with the timeline issue. She had a BIG change of heart from 1 episode to the next, and they tell us it's cause she's spent decades in court and realized it's not what she wanted but we as the audience dont get to SEE or FEEL that change. She later wants a kid, and a casual viewer feels like just an hour ago she was ok with giving that up to gain power, it was a choice she made and it's so weird that she regretted that (in what FEELS like) immediately after and seems to be blaming other people for it.

more understanding of the chartacter helps get her motivations better, but i think she suffered the Too Much Info in Too Little Time curse, and also from the fact that the writers love to say a lot but show very little. Sometimes they won't even say it ON the show!! They'll say it on a tweet or an interview! This makes me extremely angry, if you can't tell!!!

Yen/Geralt suffers from the same, tbh. Even worse, the push for the relationship works to the detriment of Yennefer as a character imo. In s1 we're supposed to see them as this epic tragic love story, but again we are just TOLD that a long time happened in between eps 5 and 6. We are TOLD that they're bad for each other. We see some fucking FLASHBACKS in 2 minutes, with a voice over of them explaining how they felt so bad whenever they woke up and the other was gone. It's bullshit and most people didnt get it! That's why you get 10000 fics believing that this was only the 2nd time they met and it was only a couple months later. Cause that's not how you tell a story.

And THEN we have their reunion in s2, which i still think was terrible writing. It makes sense from Geralt's pov, cause he thought she was dead, but yennefer never thought that. FDJKGNDF yen didnt even THINK about him much unless someone else mentioned him!! And when she did she was mad and hurt! WHAT'S THAT "how is this possible?" LINE, it makes no sense. Their problem wasn't solved. Geralt doesnt even fucking apologize, they dont TALK about it.

So yeah it makes no sense for her character, but it DOES make sense for PLOT PURPOSES. They needed them to be together and happy and show them with Ciri as the Happy Family they could be, so the "betrayal" would hurt more.

It also totally ruins what could've been an interesting progression of Yen's character. You know. A girl who went from pushing her friends into an eel pond cause "sometimes the best thing a flower can do for us is die" to deciding that sacrificing the life of a child for her own benefit wasn't worth it ON HER OWN, and instead gave her the line "i didnt know she was your child"

anyway. ANYWAY DFKJGNDF this got out of control oh god. I haven't had COFFEE yet it's too early for this. sorry for my ramblings. I cant even remember what the ask was about, hold on- AH YEAH. yennskier this season was great, I agree. I liked them already but now I'm fully on board, they deserve the best ❤

KJFDNG ANYWAY IM SORRY ANON, IM SALTY ABOUT SOME THINGS.

[angrycowboy]

Hi hi. I suppose this will be my last message as the 👨🏻 anon, as mustache has driven off into the sunset with the love of his life and soulmate, Alex Guerin. I have been putting off watching the finale, just because I didn’t want it to end. That, and I knew that there would probably be loose ends. Overall with the thought in mind that they were expecting a season 5, I’m satisfied (enough) with the ending 🫣. I really wish Liz and Max would get their happy ending, but I’ll let that live in my head. I wanted everything to be wrapped and tied into a neat little bow…but how often do cancelled shows get that chance? Anyway, I hope I’ve provided some amusement during the last season, and who knows, maybe I’ll show my real self eventually (though, this is way more fun.) -👨🏻 anon

Hello anon!

Thank you for the messages all season, for sharing in my dislike of the mustache, and brightening my day when I'd see a message from you after a new episode aired. You made this season so much easier to deal with, so thank you thank you thank you 💜.

I feel like the loose ends are manageable for the most part, at least. I do feel bad for the Echo fans, because it sucks that you're left with what is obviously incomplete character and relationship arcs. But I also wish people would stop comparing it to Malex, because the wedding was never meant to be any sort of completed arc for them. It FEELS like it is (and I'm sorry you're getting my salt here) because society has engrained that norm in our minds that wedding/marriage is a happy ever after, but that was never their narrative close.

Leaving Liz at the end there, with that shot of her alone at the portal, hopeful for Max's return one day reminds me of Alex at the end of 1x13, sitting outside Michael's airstream, hopeful for them and their relationship after he'd finally said the things that needed to be said the night before. And Max choosing to go to Oasis, reminds me of Alex leaving to join the Air Force at 17 out of a sense of obligation to protect Michael, leaving Michael behind and alone in Roswell all those years.

But yes I was over the moon that canon decided to give us Alex Guerin. I've been hoping and wanting and wishing for it since S1. For all the bad writing, for all the complaining I made about overused pop culture references, and slow moving plot, the show did give me something I have wanted for years, and that alone made it all worth it.

I wish there was a way to get that S5, but I'm trying to make peace with what we've got. I'm working on a lore meta with @im-the-punk-who because we've discovered some really interesting narrative threads that do hold up from the pilot right until the finale. It makes me wish we'd gotten to see CAM's vision to completion, but I can live with what we got. I've got lots of fic planned, so if you're into that sorta thing keep an eye out!

Anyway, thank you again. 💜💜💜

[llycaons]

honestly that kiss looked really bad so i'm dreading it

and it was. but besides that very bad kiss scene, I thought the acting here from dt was really gripping. and while aziraphale's decision to suddenly see heaven as the good guys again doesn't really make sense given his character development in s1, if you put that aside the drama is insanely juicy and I'm kind of living for it because part of me still loves dumb schlocky romantic tragedy and we KNOW a season 3 is coming because neilman knows he can milk this forever

and nina and maggie rule and I love muriel. more details + meandering thoughts under the cut

first off I hate this stupid ooc bullshit romance that's SO bad-het-romance coded despite them being technically nonbinary I hope they never come back and also NONE of this affected beelzebub's behavior at all??? this wasn't even a twist, it was a random event that bore no connection to anything at all and came completely out of nowhere. there was a lot in this finale that was actually decent writing, but this wasn't it

in a broader sense, not that most of this season was GOOD but at least it was bad in a fun way. this is like nails on a chalkboard to me

muriel should be their kid or something she's so cute

nina talking to crowley like he and aziraphale are tropes on an ao3 page is so fucking funny because that's exactly what they are

SAY THAT. I'm really glad they don't get together honestly nina's relationship stuff was too much and you can't play with people's lives like that. obviously!

the acting here was genuinely so harrowing I shan't hear a word against DT for this. his voice is shaking, he's jittery, he's nervous. perfect tragic confession scene he looks about to start crying

SUSPICIOUS

so it seems like he took this job for crowley but then later he tells crowley it's bc heaven are the good guys so it seems like he hadn't broken out of his mindset even after 4 years...dude...

also I guess jesus is coming back next season lmao

TELL HIM CROWLEY. they ARE toxic and you SHOULD run away together

LIKE??!!!! you DON'T BELIEVE THAT REALLY DO YOU!!!

aww muriel

like I said above, the kiss was truly so bad. I don't like surprise kisses anyway in fiction bc I think they're unpleasant but this was also just really bad. clearly neither of them having a good time, very sexless and awkward despite being desperate, and went on for WAY too long. I had to cover my eyes for a bit of it im sorry

I read a fic once where crowley hooked up with the wife of his late lover and I gotta say. I KNOW that he's never so much as held hands with anyone else. so of course it's bad but that's no excuse for a bad watching experience. come on, neilman. the people want to be fed schlocky forbidden romance and you have DT do THIS?! more of a disappointment than az's decision here if I'm being honest

the relief of having them textually confirmed as romantic actually came before the kiss when he was comparing them to beelzebub and gabriel....like the confession was kind of enough for me....but do I think that only because I KNEW a kiss was coming? if they hadn't kissed, would I still be angry about it being gaybait?

also I thought the acting afterwards was weird. why did aziraphale look so, idk, horrified? that more than anything else would convince me that he's also super inexperienced which is stupid because in MY head aziraphale's been off having gay sex for ages....and "I forgive you' UGH. sometimes canonizing the bait just makes it awkward and smashes your dearly held hcs huh. actually this is why I've settled into accepting that cql is censored and the story shows as much as it can because my headcanons are so elaborate and precious to me and sometimes even just a line trying to support the romance shakes them in their foundations...the letter last year was really cute though I'm glad we got that. ALSO WHY DIDN'T THEY GET TOGETHER AFTER S1. STILL NO EXPLANATION

in any case, aziraphale's decision doesn't make a whole lot of sense since crowley isn't even coming with him/refused his offer to restore him and it's not like aziraphale has any concrete plan for reforming heaven. also how could he offer that anyway, doesn't he know crowley at all?

ah the music was so lovely anyway

mixed feelings on this one. really excited to see some things, not super thrilled about the rest. will be watching s3 so I guess neilman won but I had a kick out of this season so I don't regret watching it

ep6 notes

I expect this one to be the worst, which is a bit of a shame because ep5 was genuinely quite fun

first half: honestly not bad except for the one part that was really bad but I skipped through it

on second thought from last episode, making that guest unable to directly discuss sex work was because all the characters have to talk like jane austen characters...which kind of makes sense if you're strictly talking about the actual books, but it's not like sex work didn't exist in jane austens time, and the audience is not guaranteed to know that 'seamstress' was a euphemism for sex work in terry pratchetts books

aziraphale doesn't even understand jane austen be cause the love stories are NEVER as simple as he seems to think they are

crowley in heaven is really fun

this is the ugliest he's ever looked. I am so happy

he's walking so stupidly

"i'm done being scared I'm brave now" is such a dumb character development. no buildup no struggle she just decided. reminiscent of the thin and cliche writing of s1

gabriel's purple eyes are so fucking ugly

gabriel is ooc here. this is NOT who was in s1

LMAO

love this line LOVE it

this moment was so cute? I love seeing crowley relaxed with being nice

HIS HALO?!

this plotline is so stupid. THEY WOULD NOT SAY THAT

dang I hope the actress was actually busy and they didn't recast them just because they wanted someone prettier

I skipped the flashback because I'm so fundamentally opposed to this idea, but gabriel at least is funny in his self-absorption. beelzebub has like. no personality tho. just random lines

YOU BITCHES WILL NEVER BE AZCROW. how do they have so little repression they're the top-ranked guys of their places

okay this was funny

aziraphale ringing the bell was also funny

[abandoned-as-mustard]

ALTERNATIVE PROPOSED TIMELINE PART 3!! (yes, really).

in the same day i’m back. because im a fool, MLB’s fool, trying to invent sense where there is none, because i stick my middle finger to the sky and Thomas Astruc’s logic, but whatever. May as well give you at least a few options to choose. This kinda blends a bit of part 1 and part 2 but is a bit more detailed than part 2. Am i actually writing these because i might need a sensible timeline for a hypothetical fic that may or may not actually get written? maybe.

preface: So, we know Cat blanc happens on St Athanasius’ feast day because it’s Adrien’s 5th name day (saddling a kid with 4 wasn’t enough, Gabriel?). Catholics celebrate it on May 2, and France is Catholic. If you google the feast day it’ll tell you january 18th (the byzantine one), which is why i made part 2, but well, France isn’t Greek. lol. It also probably looks more similar to the one on the Wiki, except mine blends s1 and 2. (btw love how the wiki said screw you to canon and wrote it out year by year.) Some watching orders would naturally be shuffled around but no way in hell am i writing that all out.

The usual logic applies. (As in “the writers/animators won’t do X so therefore Y doesn’t have to apply”.)

Emilie coma: June 2015. Because in origins, Adrien defied his father to make it to school, as if his mother’s (more recent) disappearance had put fresh determination and angst in him.

S1+s2: Sept 2015 to June 2016. Marinette turns 14 late 2015, Octoberish. Chronology messy, seasonal weather nonexistent, some season 1 and 2 episodes are next to each other. exhibit a: dark cupid. Snow magically appears in the christmas special (Dec 2015) where it’s adrien’s first christmas without mum, and doesn’t show up ever again (it’s gone by dark cupid). Heroes’ day could be any day since it’s nonexistent irl, thus, June.

Shanghai: June 2016. (according to thomas there may or may not be overlap with the start of season 3). Since they’re still in the same school year and France finishes slightly later in July.

S3: July 2016 to June 2017. Cat Blanc: 2 May. Felix arrives after this on the second anniversary of Emilie, not the first. (Maybe it's 100 weeks to make it closer to cat blanc). Lady Noir makeout sometime after the 2017 new year, which makes them more logically couple of the 2017 year. (I’ll bet Alya voted for that 49,000 times.) Marinette turns 15 late 2016.

New York: June 2017. Miss Bustier announces she’s preggers and from there remains amazingly flat-bellied. irl that can actually happen lol. Mr Pigeon 51 happens, and from then on probably gets akumatised twice a day.

S4: July 2017 to April 2018. I chose July since Marinette’s shown riding off after school with Luka early on, which could finish early July, then as Marinette’s frantically talking to Alya in her Ladybug suit she mentions it’s holidays. So it could be summer holidays. Also Miss Bustier’s had the baby in March.

Ephemeral can actually be anywhere, really, but for poetic reasons i kept it around the 3 year mark. Initially, Gabriel says “100 weeks”, but given that this is now impossible (hem hem nevermind within the show itself lol), that means i can pick any date i want. unless we want to make it 3 years, which is 156 weeks, but that doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. 150 weeks would make it in at least April. Marinette is now 16 (from late 2017) and quite old enough for a boyfriend by now (heheh). 

This time frame also accomodates Qilin’s ‘more than a month late for Mother’s day’, placing it near the start of the season (but after Mr Pigeon because protective charms) and not near the end. Also makes room for Dearest Family’s January 6 setting for King’s day. Therefore watch order is still a little shuffled.

Total passage time between origins and end s4: 31 months.

i by no means expect them to continue with s5 in a way that lets me keep this (bahahaha hell i’m already going outside ‘canon’ to write this). As the seasons go on, we can expect more of these timelines to appear. If/when Miss Bustier ever gives birth, i’m going to disregard it just like they disregard other things.

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My AUs/Projects (updated regularly, except I'm slacking lol)

Everything is under the cut bc it got too long :P

Ik I have it in my bio but I'm pinning this post again for easy access while I whip up master posts for each of my aus... and a masterpost for those masterposts, probably. again, for easy access

Bizarro Ninja

- Kai centric

"In the fight against the Bizarro Ninja, Kai gets dusted by his Bizarro counterpart."

Unwritten

Written in Stone AU

(Aka, the most developed one. Still subject to retcon/change)

- Morro + Lloyd centric

"After being pick-pocketed in Jamanakai Village, Morro takes pity on the brat and adopts takes him under his wing, as his master once did for him."

Some drabbles written, subject to change/retcon (need to link all drabbles and shitposts for this au here. Also playlists?)

Masterpost/doc in the works

Master of Creation! Morro AU

- Morro (+ maybe Lloyd) centric

"For better or for worse, Morro inherits his master’s legacy and raising the Green Ninja until his time comes to defeat the Overlord."

Unwritten

Need to link playlist(s)

"Dark Souls" Ninjago AU

- Morro + Lloyd or Ninja centric

"After a great calamity leaves the balance tilted, the Realm of Ninjago descends into darkness."

Unwritten

(Lmao I have so many Morro + Lloyd centric AUs, can you tell I have a lot of Green Cousins feelings?)

Smith Sibs Angst AU

- Kai + Nya centric

Instead of leaving the two kids to fend for themselves, Krux strategies to keep them apart.

Security Breach 3 star ending/"Human" Freddy AU

(Aka Thing I Don't Have A Name For then again do I have a name for anything around here?)

- Freddy, Gregory + Vanny centric

(Vanny and Vanessa are most likely the same person in this AU but that might change later)

We're ignoring that canonically, Freddy doesn't have a body in this ending- just. He keeps his body and he, Gregory, and Vanny(Vanessa?) leave the Pizzaplex together. Angst/fluff. Also slice of life and found family.

Masterpost/drabble in the works

Maria Lives(?) Or something AU (Sa2)

(Very basic name, I'll find a better one for it later. Probably.)

Maria + Shadow centric

I'd write a proper description for this one if it wasn't a very rough basic idea. Also I just love these two alot and they stole my brain. That's okay I didn't need it

Sonic 06: Original Timeline + Rewrite (unofficial title)

Uhh pretty much everyone gets a role so. Everybody(?) centric?

Rewriting sonic 06 just a bit, and also exploring more of the doomed timeline

Doomed Timeline/Original Sonic 06 Timeline

Shadow centric, and maybe some Silver too

Hey, wouldn't it be funny of Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) came after Sonic 06. Haha jkjk... unless? 😳

Shadow The Hedgehog (2005) Rewrite

Team Dark centric

Yes this is yet another au/fic project centered around found family dynamics what about it

Somehow accidentally made a Sonic X oc so now Shadow has his own scrappy kid

Shadow + Original Character centric

Ya so I started watching Sonic X, just finished s1 fantastic amazing that season finale was just *chefs kiss* literally I am. Dying for Shadow content even tho it don't come until season 2 and boy we are. Speedrunning the adventure games huh. Anyways I accidentally made an edgy teen oc so now I'm sticking them with Shadow and they have to put up with each other and also I love them. Uhh oc introduction soon? As soon as I've got some good 💪art💪 for them...

SatBK but make it gae and the plot make sense

Probably Sonic and Shadow/Lancelot centric. Possibly Sonadow.

I finally watched a playthrough of SatBK and I have Opinions but I'll be merciful and spare you the wall of text. Straight to the business, I desperately want to do SatBK some justice bc God help me it's called Sonic and the BLACK KNIGHT- istg if the "black knight" is supposed to be "king arthur" im gonna. ITS SHADOWWW ! !!! I'm nothing if not a Shadow truther and he and Sonic should've had an enemies to friends frenemy bromance arc SEGA PLEASE- also there's some fuckery going on with the plot but thats not important

Sonic Western AU

technically omniscent?

mostly an excuse to put sonic characters in silly hats and costumes.

Shadow's Mixtape AU

Team Dark centric but mostly big sis/lil bro Rouge and Shadow

something something Shadow missed out on a lot since he was asleep for 50 years. Rouge takes it upon herself to catch him up on the times... with a mixtape. Things dont go as smoothly as the bat would hope...

(yes, fic/drabble and playlist in the works)

IDW Metal Virus arc AU

Sonic and Shadow centric (obvs but this is technically omniscient)

Just a big fat excuse to have the two but heads but have to begrudgingly work together to Fix Things I just. Ough theres so much to play with I'm a kid in a candy store rn I'm just gonna go HAM >:DD

Strays AU

Shadow centric, lots of fluff

Shadow seems to have a habit of collecting strays... and they aren't just cats.

Projects & stuff

- The Idea TM

- WiS! Morro (Serpentine War Era)

- MoC! Morro

- Ronin wip?

- Finish Elemental Team Up

- Come up with a better name for Bizarro Ninja AU T-T

- TAG YOUR SHIT MARS T-T

- Written in Stone Masterpost/Infodump

- WiS: the Vengestone Situation

- should probably link all of the WiS!AU drabbles here, just to have them all in one place..

- 3 star au masterpost/general content

- baby Phos pentest doodle :P

- Valentines day shitpost

- Valentine's day shitpost (late) 😭😭 girl help

- all of my aus probably need a masterpost of their own...

[mangobone]

 Thank you so much for tagging me @cupofteaandstars - I’m sorry it took this long!

The side character you think is most deserving of more backstory

Kang Won Chul. 

Because I adore the man that in S1 participates in the last key moment of the story as the rook in the game of chess that Chang Jun lays out and then in S2 falls in Hanjo’s trap for being too eager in his retaliation and too trusting and so he pays the price quietly. Before he goes though, he tries to ensure his juniors’ safety by confronting Lee Yeon-Jae -who he hates- and isn’t that enough to love him and to want to know more about him?

Won Chul knows, appreciates and cares about Shi Mok and s2 shows us that, from the moment he tries to oppose the decision to transfer him to the Supreme Prosecutor’s Office and into Woo Tae Ha's circus,and then when its inevitable, he at least makes sure Shi Mok understands what his future will be in that division. He’s also the one to gently scold Shi Mok when he attempts to pull the strings, right after the first Council meeting and isn’t that just a very cool scene?

Kang isn’t as uncompromising and he isn’t perfect but I think he tries hard enough and he learns from his mistakes.

Also, he’s in one of the scenes that I love and will never ever skip:

Your favorite “quiet moment” in the show

Shi Mok’s reaction to Yeo Jin’s “between us”. 

Though Im not sure if this counts as a quiet moment...but here we go:

I love everything about it. The performances, the dialogue and the meaning of the scene for the rest of the show.

They are driving through Seoul after having dinner and then spending the evening together, investigating the case and exchanging information. From the outset, Shi Mok casually accuses her of being the culprit as she was the only one who knew he had touched the knife, yet he shares information and even accepts the ride she offers. On the other side, Yeo Jin is annoyed that he didn’t included her as a witness in the knife-touching incident from the beginning, then looks annoyed again when it looks like he never told her about being suspicious of Seo Dong Jae and later on she explicitly calls him a suspect again, however she has zero issues with him being in her car as she even offers the ride. Its almost as watching two kids teasing each other and it’s obvious that he trusts her and that she wants to trust him. The smiling moment is just the cherry on top: Shi Mok realizing he does want to be included with her.

After this, they actually start working with each other as actual partners for the rest of the season.

Aditionally, the timing of the music is perfect: the exact second he loses the smile and turns to look at her, a soft theme that sounds like curiosity or a happy discovery for Shi Mok can be heard; barely there, but fitting and lovely.

The moment/scene that inspired you to write or go looking for fanfic for this show

I won’t take into account season 1 because even though there were a lot of moments that prompted me to search for fics, I was too scared to spoil myself the last episode.

Therefore, from s2, the winning moment is:

Yes, that scene. Precisely because of Shi Mok’s crestfallen expression: he’s so shocked he can’t believe it. Would he have tried this a couple of years ago? It’s just great to see how much he has changed since the beginning of S1, as in a way he has evolved, for better or worse, to be a little more social. 

So, it was really the evolution of both protagonists is what sent me to the fics with renovated energy.

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