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urfavhecate · 2 days ago

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I’ve been waiting for too long | drunk!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After your breakup with Wanda, Natasha takes care of you… good care…

Warnings: oneshot, drunk Natasha, SMUT, +18, MDNI ! drunk sex, breakup mention, short one, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, kinda overstimulation.

Note: Hey guy, it has been long time since last post. As always… English isn’t my first language sp im sorry for all mistakes. This year I have my finals so it’s hard to find time for hobbies but I hope I’ll find more time to write some stuff. If you have any ideas for next shots or stories m requests are open, or if you want to yapp a little I’m also here. <3

No one is allowed to copy, translate or pubish my work as their own!

The life of an Avengers was never easy. As soon as you started your relationship with Wanda, you felt like you had found everything you needed, almost like you had grabbed God by the legs. However, as it quickly turned out, nothing lasts forever, because a few months later Wanda broke up with you.

It was one of those evenings when the Avengers tower seemed empty. While everyone else was busy with their own things, Natasha was sitting in the living room drinking her beer. When she saw you enter the room, she handed you a bottle so you could rest a bit.

„Have a drink and relax” she simply said. You thanked her and fell down on the couch next to Natasha. She just looked at you, knowing something was wrong. "Rough day?" she asked with a stoic face.

“Wanda broke up with me,” you replied quietly, your voice breaking at the thought of what had happened. “She chose that fucking toaster on legs over me.”

Natasha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the comment. “Vision you mean?”

“i don’t get it… what did i do wrong?”

Natasha’s smirk disappeared from her face. She leaned back on the couch, and she sighed before she could muster up a response. “Maybe you didn’t do anything… Sometimes its about what people want or don’t want”

“But him?! Really?! What did he have what i don’t?” You were irritated just thinking about him. He was a robot, he wasn’t even human.

"Beats me... He can fly and shoot lasers from his head" Natasha laughed again "You know... not everyone has good taste"

You laughed softly as you started to question whether or not he had a metal dick. You started to joke as Natasha smiled knowing that she cheered you up a bit, she didn't like seeing you down. Your relationship had always been weird. It wasn't just friendly flirting, but you never talked about what was between you, pretending that you were just friends and worked together.

“I think we should find you a new hobby because I don’t want to picture his metal dick again” The redhead laughed.

“I have one idea… We could always go to a bar”

It wasn’t long before you ended up at one of the nearby bars, drinking and dancing. A few shots and drinks later, you both were visibly tipsy, the alcohol was taking effect. Natasha’s usual composure loosened as her inhibitions lowered, her gaze more carefree and lighthearted. She leaned back against the barstool, studying you with a lazy smirk on her face.

“What?” you giggled noticing she was staring at you.

“Nothing… You just a lot more fun when youre drunk” she answered letting inner thoughts threaten to spill out.

When you finished on the dance floor, your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, you danced and your bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hand drift to your hip, pulling you even closer to her. Her eyes met yours, dark with mix of intoxication and desire.

“You're beautiful you know that?” you mumbled moving closer to her, your lips were now just inches apart.

“Am I?” she murmured softly, her voice a low seductive purr “Or is that just the alcohol talking”

“you are hot as fuck” Natasha's smirk turned cocky as her eyes burned with desire. She gently pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall, trapping you against it with the weight of her body. Her hand moved from your hip to your chin, tipping your face up to meet her gaze. Natasha chuckled, her body pressing against yours, her hand still holding your chin, her gaze boring into yours. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe, her voice a heady whisper in your ear.

"You don't know what you're asking for," she muttered huskily, her free hand roaming over the fabric of your clothes. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before." Wanda wasn’t really dominant so this was new and exiting at the same time.

Natasha dragged you into a taxi and you headed back to the tower. Throughout the whole way, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves, wandering over the other woman's body.

Natasha's patience had reached its limit. The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, she punted. She slammed you against the wall, her body trapping yours, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"I can't wait anymore," she panted, her hands roaming all over your body, touching you with a desperate need. Her lips found your neck, kissing and nipping, leaving a trail of heated affection “I’ve been waiting for too long”

You moaned when her lips touched your neck and your fingers tangled with her hair. Natasha hummed against your neck, the sound a mixture of approval and desire. Your moan sent a jolt of arousal through her body, fueling her need to feel your skin against hers. Her hands roamed freely over your body, slipping under your clothes, seeking more contact, more flesh. Her kisses moved up until her lips found yours, capturing them in a passionate, demanding kiss.

When you got out of the elevator, Natasha immediately pushed you against the wall. Natasha groaned when you wrapped your leg around her waist, the action bringing your bodies even closer together. She ground her hips against you, the movement hard and desperate, her need for you becoming almost primal. She broke the kiss just long enough to let out a ragged exhale, her breath mingling with yours. "I want you. Now."

“Say it again... please….” You moaned. Natasha's hand gripped your hip, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pushed you harder against the wall. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a low, sinful whisper.

"I want you. I need you. Now." Her hand slid up the length of your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip, the movement more possessive than ever before. "You understand?"

At that moment, you didn't care about the breakup or that anyone could see you two. Natasha's sloppy kisses were driving you crazy, so you dragged her to your room. Natasha pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your hands above your head.

"Wanda never dominated you huh?" Natasha smiled knowing it was true. "Baby with me you'll feel things you could only dream of with Wanda"

A moment later they ended up naked in your bed. Natasha moved lower kissing your chest, your stomach and finally ending between those legs. She couldn't help herself and ran her tongue through your wet folds. She moaned loudly at the taste of you on her tongue.

"oh god... you taste so good"

Your fingers tangled in her hair holding her where you needed her the most. Her tongue moved faster and faster, and you squirmed beneath her. Natasha grabbed your thighs to keep you in place. She continued to eat your pussy like it was her last meal. She was hungry for your taste. It wasn't long before she added her fingers, pushing two of them roughly into your pussy. You moaned with pleasure, wanting more. You tugged at her hair, holding her between your shaking legs. Her movements were still sloppy from the alcohol. She mumbled something under her breath as she gently sucked on your clit.

"I’m… I’m gonna... cum... Natasha please… can I cum?" you moaned. Your body trembled as you ere closer to the pleasure, as Natasha’s fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot.

"Good girl, asking for permission... such a submissive good girl." Natasha mumbled, pushing another finger into your pussy "Cum for me baby"

It wasn't long before you came on Natasha's face. The redhead lapped up your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop. Her face was covered in your orgasm and her eyes still held a hunger. Her pupils were much larger and her irises were a darker shade of green.

“Nat… Natasha… oh god… fuck…!”

“Good girl, scream my name… my good girl” she kept mumbling.

As you came down from your high, you thought Natasha would pull away to kiss you, but she continued eating your pussy. She couldn't hold back, it only took a moment for her to become addicted to your taste. Natara's free hand pressed gently against your lower abdomen.

"Natasha...tooo sensitve..." you tried to pull away but Natasha held you in place.

"Don't you dare move. Just one more"

Natasha continued fucking you not paying attention to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading throughout your body. Life mattered to your cheeks. Your legs shook as Natasha's fingers moved in and out at a rapid pace. You squirmed, moaning her name like a prayer.

"I can't...I can't…" You kept screaming.

"You can do it baby....You'll feel so good..."

“Tell me when you belong to… Tell me you’re mine…” She softly bit your clit.

“I’m yours… only yours…”

As you came a second time Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead. Her hands moved to your breasts. “I’m not done with you yet”

#wlw #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #scarlett johansson x y/n #scarlett johansson #blackwidow #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff smut #oneshot #the avengers #smut #fanfiction #natasha smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #marvel #nat x reader #lesbian

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queenariesofnarnia · 1 day ago

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the future mrs. torres {j.t}

Joaquin Torres x Reader

gif not mine!

wc: 633

a/n: just a fun little thing of Reader and Joaquin stressing Sam out.

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This weekend you were finally off to visit Sam. You were so excited to meet the new Falcon as well, Sam has talked about him a lot. Your flight to Virginia wasn’t bad, you rented a car driving to Sam’s place from the airport to surprise him. You pulled up behind his truck, leaving your bags in the car heading up to the door before knocking. When the door opened, you inhaled deeply hoping your surprise would be a welcomed one.

“Shut up” Sam was in disbelief looking at you before he pulled you into a hug. “You’re actually here” he pulls away getting a good look at you. “You grew up too fast go back to being the annoying teenager again”

“Absolutely not” you laugh remembering how Sam had the privilege of raising you, being your father figure.

“I can’t believe you’re really here Peaches” using the nickname everyone called you growing up.

“I finally got the time off and wanted to surprise you. Hopefully I get to meet Joaquin since you speak so highly of him” you say with a smile. At the sound of his name Joaquin happens to walk by, let’s just say the both of you were momentarily speechless. Sam being the protective father figure he is he waves his hand in front of your face.

“Nuh uh. Absolutely not” he starts but you just sidestep him, offering Joaquin your hand introducing yourself, but letting him know Peaches is also okay. He shakes your hand eagerly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you” you say with a smile.

“It’s nice to finally meet you! Sam and Bucky talk about you all the time” his smile made your heart flutter a bit.

“Please tell me they say good things. Sam loves to embarrass me” your tone was playful, and Joaquin was definitely one to match that energy.

“I promise they said good things. However, if you have anything on them please tell me. I’m all ears” he says finally dropping your hand.

“Absolutely not. Get away from him Peaches” Sam interrupts pushing you away from Joaquin.

“Sam come on we just started a conversation” you try pushing back, looking around him to see Joaquin laughing .

“Yeah Sam come on, I just met the future Mrs. Torres and you’re not letting me be great” Joaquin sends you a wink. You’ve never seen Sam move so fast when he turned around.

“Stay away from my kid” he points at Joaquin, you take the moment to go to Joaquin’s side hugging him, and his arm goes around you too.

“But daddy I love him” you quote The Little Mermaid. Sam rubs his hand down his face.

“I’m walking away before you get annoying” Sam turns away walking off.

“I promise to treat her right Sam” Joaquin yells after him.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” you call out.

“There’s room in my bed” he says loud enough hoping Sam hears. Before you could answer Sam’s head pops back in the room glaring at you both.

“You better not” he warns you.

“You’re no fun Pops.” you say laughing making Sam crack a smile.

“I have to go call my mama and abuela” Joaquin announces removing his arm, “Have to let them know I just met my future wife” he smiles walking off.

“Tell them I said hello” you call after him, before looking at Sam “Sooo can I move in?” you ask him with a smile.

“Whatever Peaches” Sam rolls his eyes, “Let’s go get your bags” he wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you out to the car.

“I think being Mrs. Torres doesn’t sound too bad” you comment walking out to the car.

“Don’t make me send you away” Sam jokes, knowing that you might actually become Joaquin’s wife.

#joaquin torres oneshot #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x reader #the falcon x reader #joaquín torres #joaquin torres x fem!reader #joaquin torres fluff #danny ramirez fic

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wlwsoccerfics · 3 days ago

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Home Alone(KatieMcCabeXCaitlinFoordXTeenReader)

Summary: you try to convince your moms that you should stay home alone while they are at national camp.

"please Mom! Momma! I am 16 i can stay home alone while the two of you go to Camp!" You told them.

"y/n, you have a broken Leg! You are underage! There is no way you are staying Home Alone!" Your mom(Caitlin) said.

"i agree with your Mom! You can't even stand on your own right now! So image you slipped and fell! That's just a big no!" Your momma(Katie)answered. "Besides you are only 16 years old!" She added.

"what am i supposed to do at Camp though? Just watch you Play?" You asked and sigh softly. Usually you Play for the Matildas just like your Mom but thanks to that broken Leg you didn't Play for Arsenal or the Matildas right now. All you did was have Physio and be bored out of your mind.

"you can do your Physio at camp, besides you are still part of the Team even If you can't play at the Moment. You can always observe!" Your Mom told you. You shook your head no.

"that sounds terrible, Mom. Football is my Life and just watching everyone else have fun while not joining the fun sounds like a punishment!" You stated.

"we don't really have lots of Options! I mean your grandparents live too far away. Because you need excess to a physio team!" Your momma said.

"Beth offered that i can stay with them!" You let your moms know. Beth couldn't go to Camp cause she was having a minor Injury.

"i know, just not sure how we feel about you living in a House with your girlfriend, y/n!" Your Mom explained. You figured that was why they weren't sure about this, cause Beth's and Viv's daughter Merle was also gonna be there. Cause she had a broken Hand and couldn't Go to Camp with Viv either.

"not like either one of us could get pregnant! Besides i am not that mobile right now anyways!" You said and sighed softly.

"the pregnancy thing isn't the point there! Altough i am glad that this Is the case! Cause i am not ready to become a grandma!" Your momma answered. Which was valid honestly. Perks of being a lesbian. You can't knock your girlfriend up and she can't knock you up. Amazing!

"you two are only 16 years old and that part of a relationship is something that can make everything so much more complicated!" Your Mom told you. You looked at her in Horror.

"Mom! Please you gave me the sex talk two years ago! I don't need to go through this again!" You almost begged her to stop.

"your Mom is not wrong though! You need to keep this in mind at all Times!" Your momma stated.

"okay, noted! Can we now go back to me staying home and not going to Camp with either of you?" You asked and sighed softly.

Your moms wanted to talk about you staying with Beth. Just the two before they called Beth to ask her If the offer was still in the table! Which she said they were and she would make sure you are in the guest room and don't Sneak around with Merle.

"y/n?" Your momma asked as she and your mom walked into your bedroom, the door was Open so they didn't knock.

"yes momma?" You said and looked up from your book, to look at her.

"We talked to Beth and she is still in board with you staying over!" Your momma answered.

"but there will be rules! No sneaking around with Merle!" Your Mom explained. You nodded your head softly.

"thank you momma! Thank you Mom! Sounds fair!" You replied, smiling softly.

Your momma helped you pack up a bag for the two weeks while your Mom got your pain meds for the two weeks ready. They then dropped you off at Beth's place and thanked her again for offering to watch you.

"okay Girls! Time for two weeks of fun! Well within reason! Cause we have limited Options! Given one of you had a broken Hand and one of you had a broken leg!"Beth stated.

"yeah unfortunately that's true! but If we both were fine we would be at national camp. I miss football. But at least i get to spend time with my girlfriend!" You answered. Your girlfriend kissed your cheek.

"that's the good thing about this! Cause i do miss football as well!" Merle let you know.

"well we will make the best out of it! How about we start with a Pizza Party?" Beth suggested.

So that's what you did. You had pizza, garlic bread & watched some funny movies. The next two weeks were sure gonna be fun.

#woso x reader #caitlin foord x reader #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe x caitlin foord x teen reader #woso fic #arsenal women x reader

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carisc4pshaw · 2 days ago

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When the Music Fades

In which Autistic Spencer Reid and Neurodivergent Reader go to a Easter Party hosted by Penelope Garcia and end up having to share a bed at the end of the night where Spencer confesses his feelings. (Fluff!)

word count: 3.6k

tags: one bed trope, fake relationship/ fake boyfriend trope for a minute, autistic spencer reid, neurodivergent reader, anxiety, overwhelmed, easter, party, mentions of jelle, mentions of morcia, spring, dealing with mental health, love confession, first kiss, sharing clothes. Mentions of Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi.

No warnings

notes: This fic is a request from @dearreidr I hope you enjoy this! If you have any requests feel free to leave them below or dm me!

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For easter Penelope was hosting a party at her apartment. She did this for every holiday and just like every other party she had to practically beg Spencer to attend. He was shy and didn’t like drinking and something about Penelope’s parties was that there were always multiple people just as full of colour as she was which was slightly overwhelming and there was always a themed punch with way too much alcohol mixed together.

This was the first party that you were attending, for the last one, the Christmas party, you were only two weeks into working at the BAU and felt awkward turning up at Penelope’s place for a party when you barely knew anyone. But now, just over 4 months in, you have made friends and connections with the rest of the team. You were particularly close with Penelope, Spencer and Elle. The four of you hung out often outside of work if Penelope wasn’t with Derek, Elle wasn’t with JJ and if Spencer actually left the comfort of his apartment, although you didn’t mind going over to Spencer’s and spending time in his dimly lit living room with a book each just enjoying the quiet and each others company.

The day before the party they had been called in for a case luckily it was nearby and the police department already had a lead. You, Spencer, Elle and Hotch were in one of the SUVs heading to the crime scene when Elle brought up the party.

“What are you wearing tomorrow?” Elle directed toward you.

You shrugged, “I haven’t thought about it, Penelope said something about costumes but I don’t have anything easter themed.”

“Oh don’t worry about that just pick out a pretty dress and be yourself. What about you Spence?”

“I wasn’t going to go.”

“What? Penelope said she convinced you!” Elle spun around in the passenger seat to see you and Spencer in the back of the car.

“I’m just not feeling it,” Spencer shrugged it off.

You frowned and faced Spencer, “Please come, I don’t know what I’d do without you there. It’s my first Penelope Garcia party.” If Spencer wasn’t going you didn’t want to go either, you liked everyone else but you felt most comfortable with Spencer not to mention your small crush on him.

“It’s just awkward, I'm not fun, it’s overwhelming and I don’t drink; that's the whole point of a party.”

“Not to me, it’s just a chance for us to hang out. I won’t drink and the minute we both get overwhelmed we can remove ourselves for a little while. Please?”

Spencer sighed, “I suppose so, you promise right? About the overwhelming thing, not drinking you can drink if you want to I am not going to stop you.”

“I don’t want to I just want to spend time with you, I promise.”

Elle smirked at the both of you, “Alright love birds. That didn’t take much persuading did it?”

Spencer’s cheeks flushed red as he shrugged and turned to look out of the window so he was no longer a part of the conversation.

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You threw on one of the nicest dresses you could find in your closet since you don't own many but you wanted to look nice for Penelope’s party along with a pair of white kitten heels and a white bunny ears headband you figured that would be good enough for the costume requirement, it wasn't like you were expected to show up dressed as an easter egg right?

Anxiety was already filling your chest with the fear of not knowing what to expect and knowing if Spencer didn’t usually like these parties there was a big chance that you wouldn't like it either.

While you were adding a small amount of pink lip gloss to your lips to go with the small amount of subtle makeup on your face you had one message from Penelope and one message from Spencer come through on your phone.

“You’re staying the night. Bring PJs and snacks and whatever else you need! Maybe a blanket too if not I've got some. See you soon, Kisses XX” -Penelope.

And,

“Hi, I suppose you received a message from Penelope about a sleepover… Are you planning on staying?”

“Would you like me to pick you up? You do not live too far and I don’t mind driving.” - Spencer Reid

You giggled at Spencer signing his message off with his full name but then more nerves overtook you, Penelope’s message didn’t reveal who was staying, what time everyone was leaving in the morning, where you would be sleeping, if there would be breakfast, if you were going to have to stay in groups because surely she didn’t have enough beds for everyone. You caught yourself just before you bit off your nails that you had been growing and doing a good job of so far considering nail-biting was something you did unconsciously when you were anxious or stressed.

You typed a reply back to Spencer, “Um, I suppose we don’t have a choice really so I guess I am. I would appreciate you picking me up if you really don’t mind thank you. And you don’t have to sign your name Spence, I have you saved.”

You weren't expecting him to reply again, you knew he would check the message and register it but it was unlikely he would reply however this time you were wrong he did reply.

“How are you feeling? I can come sooner if you need to talk about anything?”

You smiled, you had never told Spencer that you necessarily struggled with feeling anxious and overwhelmed but you assumed he had picked up on it due to him being autistic and feeling similar things about similar situations as you did and also with his IQ of 187.

Y/N: “I'm a little anxious about what to expect but I’m okay, Please just turn up when you are ready. How are you feeling?”

Spencer: “The same as you. I know what to expect though. Do you want a run-through?”

Y/N: “That would be great, thank you.”

Spencer: “Usually, she plays pop music, so I have been told, I think JJ mentioned Taylor Swift. It’s quite loud and the colourful lights are not a great help when It comes to not being overwhelmed but there’s a small green space outside her apartment. It's nice to sit there or in one of the bedrooms when it is getting too much. She had a wide selection of finger foods, there’s a good selection for everyone there will definitely be something you like. There will be unfamiliar faces, she has a lot of friends most with bubbly personalities like hers but they leave at around midnight sometimes even before if there’s a club open.”

Y/N: “Thank you.”

Spencer picked you up at quarter to 9, as he walked to your door he wiped his palms against his brown slacks, he was nervous about the party but in all honestly, he was more nervous to see you. Derek had been telling him for a while now to make a move because he could tell you felt the same way but Spencer would never believe that, what would someone like you see in someone like him? Yes, you had similarities but he was different and you were gorgeous there were definitely prettier men than him out there.

He knocked twice on the door, the knock had a certain rhythm that you used when you knocked on his door, he didn't know if it was a signal that you were at his door or if it was just something you did unconsciously like biting your nails.

You opened the door and stepped back to give a little distance between the two of you, it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be close to him because of course you did he was your favourite person, it was because you didn’t like the feel of people breathing on you for a little while after you had surrounded yourself with people.

His mouth opened as his eyes ran up and down you, his cheeks also blushed at the same time. You couldn't help a little giggle that escaped your lips, “Hi Spence, You look nice.”

“Hi. You look… beautiful… gorgeous um really nice?” Spencer switched between words not knowing which one would sound best for someone he liked but didn’t want to reveal that he liked you in that way, but he also wanted to make you feel good about yourself because you deserved that and he never wanted you to doubt that you didn’t look good.

“Thank you,” You grabbed your bag from the small table beside the front door. “Oh Penelope said about snacks and a blanket but I don’t want to take mine off my bed,” You bit your lip.

“She has so many snacks she won’t realise that you didn’t bring any. I didn’t either and she has blankets too.”

You nodded, “Okay, should we go?”

“Yes,” Spencer looked to the left down the hallway before turning back to you and whispering, “Someone is watching us.”

You rolled your eyes, “Probably Steven, he lives on the other end of the floor. He waits for me and Storm, my neighbour, to leave the apartment so he can ask us on dates, he’s a little creepy.”

“Can I hold your hand?” Spencer asked.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Why? I mean yes but why?”

“So he thinks I’m your boyfriend then he will leave you alone.”

“Oh,” You put your hand out allowing him to take it and thanking him before the thoughts started circulating in your brain. Spencer didn’t hold people’s hands, he didn’t like the amount of germs that could be transferred between people holding hands. But he would hold yours?

You locked your apartment with your free hand, your other hand still occupied by Spencer’s warm large hand. You could feel Steven approaching.

“Hey man, is something wrong?” Spencer asked as he walked over.

“Who are you? Why are you bothering her?” Steven squinted at Spencer.

“He’s not bothering me, Spencer is my boyfriend,” You smiled with a small blush.

“But I’m your boyfriend?” Steven said.

“No, we talked about this, we just live on the same floor Steven, plus you’re a lot older than me.”

“Where are you going? You look nice.”

“We are going out for dinner,” Spencer said, moving his hand from yours to circle around your lower back and rest on your hip, which he regretted when he realised he hadn’t asked for permission to do that. Once Steven nodded and returned to his apartment and you along with Spencer entered the elevator he immediately apologised.

“You have nothing to apologise for, you were helping me out and it felt nice,” You subtly tried to flirt with him.

“Really?” He asked, opening the car door for you.

“Really,” You smiled getting into the car.

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As you both approached the door to Penelope’s apartment the booming music could already be heard. Before he opened the door for you he offered a warm, comforting smile which you returned to signal you were ready to go in if he was. He pushed open the door and immediately you were met with an obscene amount of colourful fairy lights, a disco ball, the even louder music but luckily only around 15 people which was a lot for a small apartment but you could work with that considering most of them probably wouldn’t talk to you anyway.

“Are you okay?” Spencer checked in with you.

You felt a little bad he had his own problems with overwhelming things and adding the worry of if you were okay was probably going to be too much for him and you didn’t want to be the reason why he felt uncomfortable or stressed, “Yes thank you, Spence. Are you okay?”

Spencer nodded, “For now.”

Penelope was the first to come over to the both of you yelling over the music in her usual joyful tone but with added giggles as she had already been drinking, “Finally, I thought you guys had ditched us. Elle and JJ are on the sofa, Emily is getting more punch, Derek is dancing with me obviously and well you have eyes you can find everyone. Make yourselves at home.”

You smiled at her, “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Duh! You're one of my favourites of course you were going to be invited, don’t tell the others though. That goes for you too Smartie Pants don’t tell anyone she’s my favourite,” Penelope rambled.

“Of course, she’s my favourite too,” Spencer blushed as he spoke.

“Enough flattery. I’m going to get a drink if that’s okay?” You directed toward Penelope.

“Yes Doll, help yourself. Mi casa es tu casa,” Penelope replied in a very dodgy Spanish accent before returning to her makeshift dance floor.

You made your way through to the next room only having to weave through a few people before reaching the kitchen when you realised Spencer had followed you there, “Would you like something?”

“No, I’m good thank you, Um I don’t want to leave you but will you be okay if speak to Hotch for a bit?” Spencer asked as his left hand travelled to the back of his neck rubbing it.

“Spence you don’t need my permission you can do what you like,” You smiled picking up one of the blue plastic cups.

“Oh okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” Spencer walked off leaving you in the kitchen alone for a couple of minutes while you poured your drink before spotting Emily and deciding to stick with her for a while.

Around an hour later, your social battery was beginning to drain, maybe you needed another drink but you already had one and you didn’t want to risk drinking anymore and getting tipsy from god knows what was in that punch when you had promised Spencer you wouldn’t be drinking.

A few times you had looked around the room trying to find him to remove yourself from the party for a little while since you were right in the middle of it all but he was nowhere to be seen. After finding Emily she had convinced you to go with her over to the dance floor since the majority of the team were over in that direction.

A couple of minutes ago you had seen Hotch with Rossi but still no Spencer in sight. You looked at the time on your phone, surely Hotch would be leaving soon to get home to his wife and child and Rossi would probably be going home soon too, perhaps that would prompt other people to start leaving and everything would die down so you could find Spencer. The what-ifs and possible scenarios of how things could go started running through your brain which would cause a panic soon enough.

“Are you okay Sugar?” Penelope asked, snapping you from your thoughts.

You nodded, “Yeah, do you have somewhere I could go and sit for a little while?”

“Mhm, the spare bedroom or the green space outside but I think Spencer went into the spare bedroom not too long ago,” Penelope rubbed the side of your arm.

“Thank you,” You smiled at her and left the front room to search for the spare bedroom, you should have asked where it was, that was your fault but it wasn’t a big apartment it wouldn’t be too hard to find.

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Once you had found the only room left with the door closed you knocked on the door lightly in the way that Spencer would recognise.

“Come in,” He called through the door before you pushed it open and closed it behind you.

“Hi, Are you okay?” You asked from the door, you didn’t want to go over to him and interfere in his personal space if he needed a break from social interaction.

“Just needed a break,” Spencer gave you a soft smile.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, you’re fine here. Are you okay?”

“Same as you, needed a break it was getting loud.”

Spencer patted the space on the bed beside him, You perched on the edge of the bed not wanting to be too close to him because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“I won’t bite,” He laughed so you moved over a little move.

“What do you like to do when you feel overwhelmed?” Spencer asked.

“Listen to music usually but right now I definitely don’t want to, my ears need a break, what about you?”

“Read, usually something with a lot of facts nothing fictional,” Spencer placed his hands on his stomach intertwining both of them.

You looked down at his hands, “I didn’t think you’d be one for fiction ever.”

“I indulge every so often, it’s good to mix things up they are mostly classics though.”

“No modern romance novels in there Doctor Reid?” You teased.

“Uhh, I’ve read a couple, they aren’t awful,” Spencer blushed a little which caught your attention.

��Spencer Reid! What books have you been reading!”

“Nothing nothing, just something I found at the library once… I should have been sceptical after the 20-something librarian told me it was one of her favourites.”

“I need you to lend me this book if it’s got you blushing like that,” You laugh.

“Um, I think I still have it if you actually do want it?” Spencer said not sure if you were joking or not.

“Give it to me tomorrow,” You laid on your side facing him.

“What books do you like to read? I see you with romance novels sometimes.”

“Yeah, mostly romance but also horror or maybe a thriller anything entertaining,” You shrug awkwardly due to how you were lying.

“Maybe we could both swap books, I’d like to read something you like,” Spencer’s dimples showed through his smile.

You nodded just before the door was swung open.

“Hi lovebirds, we are wrapping things up, I just wanted to tell you we’ve agreed to let you two take this room, Derek and I are in my room and everyone else is in the living room,” Penelope said a lot louder than she had to speak considering she wasn’t near the loudspeakers anymore.

“Are you comfortable with that?” Spencer asked you.

“Yeah that’s fine with me and you?” You asked in return out of respect.

“Fine by me, I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”

“Okay great! If either of you needs anything the house is yours help yourself,” Penelope flashed a toothy smile, “Goodnight babies, no sex please,” she said as she left the room leaving you and Spencer blushing and stuttering for a response that never came.

“That was weird,” Spencer’s cheeks were still a rosy red, “Do you want me to get your bag?”

“No it’s okay, I forgot to pack pyjamas so I will sleep in this, I don’t know how I forgot,” You groaned.

“Probably because you were anxious,” Spencer stated before adding, “You could borrow the shirt I brought for pyjamas, I could just wear the bottoms if you are comfortable with that?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and I doubt you’re comfy in that, although it’s very nice, you look pretty.”

“You told me earlier,” You giggled, “Thank you.”

Spencer got off the bed taking his shirt and plaid pyjama pants out of his usual go bag for work, “I’ll let you change first uh I’ll wait outside.”

“It’s okay you don’t have to go just turn around,” You smiled to which he nodded.

Once you were in only his shirt and your underwear you felt a little exposed but luckily his shirt was long and covered everything. You had taken off the little makeup you had on which also made you feel a little bare.

He was in his pj pants with no shirt and he looked good, really good, you both got under the covers facing each other.

“You look even more beautiful than earlier,” Spencer said before his eyes widened a little, “Wait you always look beautiful.”

“It’s okay I know what you meant, thanks, Spence.”

Spencer’s hand inched closer to you, “Maybe. No would it be okay if I kissed you? I have wanted to for a while and-“

You cut Spencer off, “You want to kiss me?”

“Um i-if you want?”

“Yeah… I’d be okay with that.”

Spencer leaned closer to you placing a hand on the side of your face before his eyes fluttered shut while your lips connected.

It was a soft kiss, slow. No tongue, but it was perfect. One of the best kisses you had ever had.

When he pulled away he kept his hand on your face, “Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” You smiled, your eyes crinkled at the sides.

“Could we go on a date at some point?” Spencer asked with hope in his eyes.

“Yeah I’d like that,” You placed a kiss on the inside of his wrist as it rested near your mouth.

His smile grew, “Do you want to sleep?”

“Yeah I’m kinda tired… is that okay?”

“Of course! I’m going to face the other because I have a thing about people breathing on me,” he said.

“I have that too!” You laughed, “We will both face opposite ways.”

After you turned around it didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep.

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9 am the next morning Penelope knocked quietly on the door, she assumed you’d be up by now and didn’t want to disturb you but wanted to make sure you were okay.

When she didn’t get a response she quietly opened the door to see both you and Spencer cuddled together on one side of the bed and his arm draped over your waist. She snapped a picture to show you both later before calling the others who were already awake to see the adorable scene.

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jamethinks · 2 days ago

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I actually really hope this like disaster baby join the main gang.

Aside from being an absolute cutie pie i think he would make a great comrade for Anya.

Anya is surrounded by mostly well behaved kids who are very mature (well mature for 6 years olds). Anya falls behind due to a combination of factors (background, age, personality) so i think it would be nice for her to have a kid that is on her level developmentally if any of that makes sense.

A kid who's just as gross and careless as she is. The way his uniform is undone and him playing with his boogers just kinda indicates a very lackadaisical attitude. He just doesn't seem as concerned with/capable of being as prim and proper as his peers. If he was in Henderson's class he would probably be a thorn in Henderson's side.

I can't say if he is intentionally troublesome bc he does seem concerned with his reputation. I won't say he's a complete delinquent because he could be more like Anya, tries but fails.

Narrative he can bring a lot of conflict into the story.

For starters, he would be Anya's first friend that she befriend because they had something in common and not just out of convenience. Someone she can actually talk to and play with who would (hopefully) be less judgemental of her. We don't actually know his personality, just conduct, so it's a bit of a stretch, but if they do get along then it can cause problems in the story.

Naturally, Damian would be very jealous of him. But so would Becky. Becky and Anya are good friends, but they don't have a lot in common, and Anya never really made any other friends. If she were to make any friend who really got along with it, it would really challenge Becky. Of course, Anya won't really care, but I think it would be cute to see Becky get a bit jealous and worried she's losing her bestie. A good reason to explore their friendship and let them have that bonding moment of reassurance.

He would also threaten the mission. Anya's partner in crime who encourages those less than savory traits she has that Loid is desperately trying to squash. Might even reawakened or start some new ones. It would be funny for Loid to have beef with a six year old and everyone thinking it's because it's a boy (which really baffles damian) but no it's literally for the first time actually for the mission.

And of course it asks the question of what Loid values more, Anya's happiness of the stability of the mission. Obviously Anya isnt going to throw her mission to the wind and would still try to get better. She might even be a good influence on him. It would be sad if Loid not only doubts Anya's improvement and dedication but also for him to discourage her from having a friend because of something so trivial. Not to mention being so quick to look down on a kid like that and dismissing him.

Maybe this can prompt a bit of a look into Loid's childhood. What if he was also a bit of a delinquent or troublesome. They look a bit similar so maybe he would see a bit of himself in the little boy and that stirs up a few complicated emotions.

Idk i just think he can be a fun character to add.

#spy x family #sxf #loid forger #anya forger #damian desmond #becky blackbell #twilight #agent twilight #sxf twilight #sxf spoilers #let anya have her own partner in crime

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nephilimeq · 2 days ago

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Take A Chance

Prompt: doing something new together

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161946559

“Okay, I’ve changed my mind, I don’t wanna do this,” Buck said as they approached the building, yoga mats slung over their shoulders, and his boyfriend let out a sigh and said, “Evan, no. We talked about this, we’re doing this. Together.”

It was something that they had decided on back when Buck hold told Tommy that he felt that they didn’t go on enough dates.

Tommy had said he would take him on more romantic outings, and Buck had agreed that he would try more new things that weren’t really dates so that they could spend more time together.

…but now that meant he was going to be trying yoga for the first time, and he did not want to do that anymore. He saw the people inside through the glass windows, all of them looking far more limber than him, and he just wasn’t sure he could do it anymore. Maybe if it were a private class where it was just him and his boyfriend—but even then, he saw the way they were all built, proportional and slender, and he knew he would feel awkward as hell.

As they walked through the front door, Tommy had his hand on his lower back and said, “We’re trying something new together. It’s okay if we’re awkward, it doesn’t have to be perfect. We’re here to have fun,” and Buck was still amazed at how his boyfriend could practically read his mind.

“Hi! Welcome!”

Buck awkwardly waved at the bubbly blonde who stood at the front of the room, greeting students.

“Yeah, fun,” he muttered to himself as the two of them made their way into the room to pick out their places, and Buck found himself somewhere near the back with his boyfriend situated just a little bit in front of him, giving him a perfect view of all his assets.

Buck wore loose, silver gym shorts that came halfway down his thighs and an oversized red t-shirt, whereas Tommy was wearing blue shorts that barely had a four-inch inseam along with a light gray split side tank top that did little to hide his gorgeous physique. He could see the eyes going towards his boyfriend, and he didn’t blame them—he was damn good looking and even he was staring at him, and he was already in a relationship with him.

The bubbly blonde then clapped her hands and got everyone’s attention, saying, “Okay! Hello, everyone, I’m Sara and I’ll be your instructor today! Let’s start by doing a few sun salutations, shall we?” and then drew her arms over her head as the rest of the class scrambled into position.

Buck knew enough about yoga, at least, to not make a total ass of himself, so at first things were fine.

They did the beginning stretches, warming up the arms and legs…

…and then they dropped down to the mats, and she instructed them to go into butterfly pose. Okay. He could do this.

He put his elbows on his knees and tried to push them down towards the mat—and grunted when he realized his hips wouldn’t open in that particular position and stared in envy at the way Tommy did it without any effort whatsoever, keeping his knees flat, still looking edible from behind.

“Okay, now lean forward!” Sarah instructed, and Buck watched as everyone else moved forward…except for him.

His goddamn knees wouldn’t go down.

Feeling a flicker of frustration, he looked towards his boyfriend…and just about swallowed his tongue as he watched him not only keep his knees down but stretch down almost flat to his stomach with practically no curve to his back. Fuck. He was flexible, too—and then it was showcased even more when Sarah had them move to their stomachs and go up into cobra pose, and Buck found that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the perfect curve of his boyfriend’s ass.

Fuck.

Tommy felt good as he leaned into the beginning stretches in butterfly pose and then into a basic cobra, enjoying the way his body opened up and he wondered why he hadn’t done it sooner. He was used to his normal heavy duty workout routine, but this was doing something for him.

As he let out a soft sigh, he glanced up towards the woman who was giving them their instructions.

He didn’t know what it was, but the airman swore he recognized her from somewhere.

“Okay, now up on your toes into upward dog!” Sarah called out, and Tommy squinted as he did as she instructed. “Okay, we’re gonna hold that position for a bit, but if you can’t then don’t worry about it. Just do what your body is telling you to do…”

From behind him, he heard his boyfriend mutter, “It’s telling me to go home.”

He snorted and did his best to keep in his laughter, barely able to keep his position, whispering over his shoulder as best he could, “Evan, behave,” and the firefighter said, “This is me behaving,” and he shook his head and went back to focusing on the yoga, moving into the next position as she instructed them to, feeling a delicious stretch in the backs of his thighs as he moved back into cobra, letting out a long slow breath…

…and then Sarah said, “Now we’re going into downward facing dog, so just copy me! If you can’t keep your heels down naturally, then bend the knee a bit, don’t force it.”

Tommy did as she asked, still confused why she seemed so familiar.

Even as he moved through the poses rather easily, he could hear Evan struggling behind him. He wanted to laugh but did his best to keep a straight face. His boyfriend was very strong and fit, at nearly peak conditioning for his age, as well as decently flexible…but he had always had a shortcoming when it came to short burst calisthenics like yoga.

He smirked to himself as he thought about how long it had taken him to convince Evan to go to yoga with him, his boyfriend fighting him almost the entire time, trying to argue that yoga was stupid and that neither of them needed to do it and they could put the money that they were using for the class towards something cooler, such as a karate class or even a pottery class, just anything but yoga…and now Tommy understood why.

As he glanced back behind him, he realized why Evan was struggling was because of how long his legs were.

He did his best to hide his smile of amusement—and then was taken off guard when Sarah suddenly said something that triggered a memory, her voice ringing out sharp and clear, “Just one more stretch towards the ceiling with your hips…and there we go! Now walk your hands back to your feet and slowly—slowly—rise all the way back up! Reach for sun!”

Oh my god. It was—

—pure agony, Buck thought to himself as he attempted to drop his heels to the floor while upside down, wondering why anyone would choose to do this for fun.

The only thing that made it worth it was the view that he had of his boyfriend, the older man somehow incredibly more limber than he was, and he was equal parts envious and impressed…but mostly he was horny as he saw the incredible curve of the airman’s ass in front of him. He could see a few discreet glances towards his ass, but didn’t feel the least bit jealous, because he knew that his man was all his and Tommy would never look at anyone else.

Except he was.

In fact, at that very moment he noticed his boyfriend’s eyes were locked on their yoga instructor with a laser like focus that would have been disconcerting had he not known that his boyfriend was very very gay.

Still, it bothered him as he slowly stood and stretched his arms up to the ceiling (or to the sun, as Sarah said), and he wondered why Tommy kept on looking at her with an intensity that reminded him of the way he looked at an interesting problem on his truck, like a problem to be solved, and at realizing that, he felt his nerves settle.

Okay, so he was confused by her. Now the question was why?

Did he know her from somewhere, and if so, then how—

—shit. His bad leg began to cramp up and Buck hastily dropped down to his knees, resting most of his weight on his good knee, and he let out a disappointed grunt, and said under his breath, “Fucking shit,” deciding it was better for him to not push himself. And then he was grateful when Sarah said for them to stand back up all the way, and he quickly scrambled to his feet…and then was baffled when she asked for tree pose from them.

Buck’s balance on a good day was iffy—at best—and now she wanted him to stand on one leg and pretend to be a ‘steadfast oak’? Her words, not his. But he decided to try anyway, standing on his good leg and attempting to rest his aching one on top of it, bending his leg to allow him to rest his heel against his knee.

Tommy (of course) was doing it perfectly…but he continued to stare at their instructor.

At that point, Buck was no longer jealous—though he was starting to get irritated.

He had wanted to do something different and had tried to convince his boyfriend that yoga was not his thing—but Tommy had explained that it was important that they do new things together and so he was doing his best to behave, even if all he wanted to do was stamp his foot and storm from the room like a petulant child. Unfortunately, he had made a deal with him that he would genuinely try, so that’s what he was doing.

God, he hated being such a good boyfriend sometimes. Sometimes he just wanted to—

—scream.

Tommy held the tree position, but some unknown muscle in his lower back was adamantly protesting and he was wondering if perhaps Evan hadn’t been right, because as much as he enjoyed the stretch of yoga, it seemed that some parts of his body didn’t agree—though he would never let Evan have the satisfaction of knowing that he had been right.

Instead he grit his teeth and bore through it, doing his best to pretend that he was an oak tree…

…while at the same time he was wrapping his head around the fact that he knew their instructor from her online shop where he had purchased Evan’s engagement ring.

Fuck.

Apparently like everyone else in L.A., Sarah had multiple jobs, one of which was running an online custom jewelry store with her husband where he had managed to get the perfect ring made for his soon to be fiancé. He just prayed that she didn’t recognize him and ruin the surprise. He had looked forever for a ring and found nothing, until he had come across her page, called Oak & Storm – “Custom made rings for the rugged hidden romantic.” They specialized in rings for people with hands on jobs that wanted to have something they could wear every day without risk.

The ring Tommy had designed for Evan was sitting at home in the back of a drawer in his unused office-slash-guest room, the one place that his boyfriend never went looking, even when he was doing his random deep cleans, and he did not need something—or someone—ruining the surprise.

“And now back to two feet and bring your arms out to the sides to stretch those chest muscles!” Sarah instructed, and he did as she asked, checking on Evan from the corner of his eye.

He looked a bit annoyed, but relatively fine, letting out a long breath as Sarah told them to.

“Okay, now lift up your feet and roll those ankles, loosen them up after you put them through the ringer, and let’s see if you can go into first warrior pose! Take your time,” she said as she began to walk through the group, checking on them individually, touching a shoulder or a hip here and there, gently correcting their form. “Want to see some strong warriors out here! Keep your chin up, and your hips nice and level…and you have perfect form,” she said directly to him. “You’re a natural…”

Tommy nodded, wondering if she recognized his picture from his e-mail profile; they had exchanged about thirty e-mails back and forth when he had been initially designing the ring and now he was nervous that she would—

“Do I…know you?”

His eyes widened and he gave her a tight-lipped look and shook his head.

“No, I don’t think so. Me and my boyfriend are here for the first time,” he said pointedly, gesturing with his chin as best he could…and saw her eyes widen as she realized where she recognized him from—and then let out a sigh of relief when she said, “Yes, that’s right…I must have mistaken you for someone else…”

Sarah then turned her attention to Evan and said, “Nice form…”

“…but you need to lift your front hand a little higher,” the instructor gently corrected him, and Buck felt a faint flush in his cheeks at being singled out, wondering if anyone was staring at him…and then after a quick cursory glance, let out a sigh of relief at realizing that no one seemed to care.

He lifted his front hand a bit and said, “Like this?”

“Perfect.”

She flashed him a bright smile, her perky ponytail bouncing behind her as she moved among the rest of the class, calling out, “Now into reverse warrior!”, and he had the errant thought that she might have been his type once upon a time—but now all Buck could focus on was the exquisite lines of his boyfriend as he moved from warrior pose into reverse warrior even as he struggled (again) to move into the new position, his bad knee protesting the entire time.

He never wanted to do yoga again.

Still, he might be amenable to watching Tommy do it from time to time, he mused as they eventually moved through all the poses and were now back sitting in butterfly pose, his boyfriend sitting with a perfectly straight back, eyes focused on their instructor with an intensity that he wish was turned on him.

Buck wiped some sweat from his forehead and glanced around the room, noticing that he was the only one that was sweating, and suddenly felt self-conscious once more.

Yeah, no more yoga for him. He would rather just do some basic stretches and be done with it—or, maybe he could convince Tommy to do some Tai Chi.

Now that would be more fun.

“Okay, now take a deep breath in…and out! In…and out! Good! Now let your muscles relax, close your eyes and set your goal for the day…and then you can go when you’re ready to go!” Sarah said, sounding far too cheerful for someone who had just put him through one of Dante’s levels of torture.

He was eager as he quickly got back up to his feet, wincing slightly at the pressure on his knee, and rolled up his yoga mat all while Tommy continued to sit there for a little while longer, eyes closed, lips softly moving as if he was talking to himself. Buck paused in his rush to leave and admired his boyfriend for a moment, appreciating the fact that despite all of the machismo that he portrayed on a regular basis, that his man was layered and in touch with his emotional side, which he loved.

Buck moved forward and put a hand on his shoulder, and Tommy’s eyes popped open.

“Hey…you ready to go?”

Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he drawled, easily rolling up to his feet without using his hands before leaning over and retrieving his own yoga mat, and Buck took a second to catch his breath at seeing the strength and flexibility of the movement, feeling a rush at the fact that the man in front of him was his and no one else’s.

Briefly forgetting that he was in public, he breathed out, “Fuck, you’re so hot…”

…and Tommy giggled and shook his head, pulling the strap of his mat over his shoulder as he said, “Oh, Evan…and you are still so adorable,” and then leaned in and pecked a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the studio, and he felt a warmth in his chest as they made their way back home, Tommy’s hand firm on his thigh the entire way, not once moving it from its spot, occasionally drifting his fingers down to rub at his sore knee, as if he knew.

When they pulled into the driveway, his boyfriend gave him a sideways glance as he put the car in park, and he could sense the question before he even asked it.

“So…yoga. I’m guessing that’s a no for you?”

Hesitantly, Buck nodded and admitted, “I’m not a fan. I mean, I like stretching, but I just don’t…like yoga,” he explained. “But you doing yoga…feel free to do it whenever you want babe,” and at that, Tommy chuckled and nodded back at him and said, “Noted.”

“But I still had a good time because I was with you,” Buck added, needing him to understand. “I mean, yeah, my knee hated me for most of that, but being able to see you going through the poses so effortlessly and enjoying it…that was nice. I like watching you when you do things that you love, you know?”

At his words he saw something shift in his boyfriend’s expression…

…and then he was kissing Evan as best he could across the front seat of the car, not quite believing he had gotten so damn lucky. The younger man made a noise in the back of his throat, as if surprised, and Tommy drank it up, curling his hand around the back of his head and holding him to him, unable to stop kissing him.

But after a moment, Evan gasped out, “I…the gear shift, Tommy,” and he quickly pulled back.

“Right, sorry…inside, we should go inside…”

He nodded and they each grabbed their yoga mats and headed into the house—but the instant he stepped foot inside, he found all of his energy had left him, and they barely said two words before going and collapsing on the couch at the same time, letting out identical grunts as they put their feet up on the coffee table in front of them.

“So…we’re not moving right?”

Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, we’re not moving.”

He then snuck a look at his boyfriend’s profile as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch and felt himself fall a little bit more in love at seeing the faint sheen of sweat across his forehead and the small, satisfied smile at the corner of his lips. Sure, yoga wasn’t for Evan…but damn if it didn’t make Tommy happy to have tried something new with him. He thought about the ring upstairs.

Soon, the two of them would be embarking on something new that he knew they would both be looking forward to…

…and he couldn’t wait.

#bucktommyfluffebruary #buck x tommy #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #tevan #tevan fic #tevan fanfic #tevan fanfiction #fluff #nephilimeq fanfic

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arkadijxpancakes · 5 hours ago

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Uh, historical hygiene in the wizarding world! This is fun!

First things first: Regarding the "they simply relieved themselves wherever they stood, and vanished the evidence"-thing - it's even worse than what you mentioned.

In the books, the vanishing spell (Evanesco) is taught in fifth grade. Fifth. It's supposed to be pretty advanced transfiguration magic. So even if we assume that the age required to start education at Hogwarts wasn't fixed in the past and students could enroll earlier than eleven, and if we additionally assume, that the spell was taught a little bit earlier, too ... it's still a long wait to get potty-trained. And that's, what it is, isn't it?

Just imagine school-ages children shitting everywhere and not vanishing the evidence, because they simply can't cast the required spell yet. Some might be never able to cast it reliably, because it's relatively advanced stuff and not everyone is good at transfiguration.

I doubt anyone would want to put up with something like that. Even if you send an armada of house elves after those kids ... no. And it gets worse, when you consider, that those kids spent time at home, too. Before Hogwarts, of course, and during any holidays they might've had. And while Hogwarts has lots and lots of house elves, most families probably didn't. Can you imagine a medieval Molly Weasley, constantly running after her kids, just to vanish their shit? Yeah, that's not going to happen. Those kids will use some form of toilet, whether they want to or not.

So, yeah. They really should have some form of toilets.

As for what they did instead, you've already made some great points. (And anon, did, too!) This topic is so interesting! So I want to yap about it, too - especially about what we could expect during the Middle Ages.

Regarding toilets:

At home, I would assume that most families used a combination of chamber pots and outhouses and just clean those with magic. (Or forced their house elf to do it.)

Humans have used outhouses for ages. Some of our best archaeological sites were originally some form of outhouse. It would be really strange if medieval wizards hadn't used them too.

When it comes to Hogwarts, I agree that they would've used a combination of chamber pots and other forms of toilets.

My guess is: Every student had their own chamber pot in their dorm. In the common rooms, students would simply go to their dorm and use their pot. They would either clean those themselves or the house elves would do it for them.

Toilets outside the common room are a little bit tricker to define. It probably depended on location. For everything that is on or near the ground level, they could simply use outhouses.

On higher floors, they could've used garderobes. Back then, garderobes (at least the toilet-version) were usually located in small chambers on the outside wall of a castle. They would have a seat made of stone or wood with a hole in the middle. The waste fell through the hole, usually into a cesspit or the moat. It's likely, that Hogwarts had something similar, in a couple of different locations. (Probably on the side that faced the lake. Please don't dwell on that.)

When it comes to baths:

I don't think that they used the prefect bathroom. That thing is probably pretty new, too.

However, I do think that they did use some form of bathhouse. Bathhouses were really popular, during the Middle Ages. Like, really fucking popular. So, it's likely that Hogwarts had at least one.

That said, it probably wasn't like a Roman bathhouse and probably had no pool. It also wasn't really a luxury either. (I mean, they could be, of course. But the "basic" version was pretty affordable and most city dwellers used them regularly, especially during the late Middle Ages.)

Instead of a pool, the bathhouse had probably the following things:

Basins with warm water, that a student could use to wash themselves

a couple of tubs (probably made of wood) for bathing

at least one steam bath (kind of like a sauna)

additional services, probably performed by either a house elf or by a witch or wizard (mostly washing and cutting of hair and shavings for older students and teachers)

So imagine something that looks more like this:

or this:

(Note: The second picture is a medieval illustration of the Facta et dicta memorabilia, written by Valerius Maximus, a Roman author who lived in the first century. So the scene depicted isn't medieval but Roman. However, the style of the bathhouse (the wooden tubs and the clothing) is medieval.)

Okay, back to Hogwarts.

I assume that Hogwarts had one, big bathhouse that was used by everyone (teachers and students alike). It was probably located somewhere near the lake, to make transportation of water (especially waste water) easier. It's also possible, that each house had its own bathhouse, but that would make removing waste water a little bit more difficult. (Unless this, too, could be vanished.)

In addition to that, students and teachers probably had a bathing routine.

In the morning, everyone would wash themselves in their dorm/sleeping quarters. For this, they would use a small basin with (warm or cold) water and a small cloth. Hair would only be brushed. Long hair would be brushed. Most people would probably wear their hair braided or in an updo and covered by their hat.

In addition to that, everyone would use the bath house. Because of the number of people living in Hogwarts, there was probably a schedule in place, that dictated who was allowed to use the bathhouse at what times. Gender separation is possible, but not necessary. If it did happen, it was either done by providing separate facilities or simply by allotting time slots.

It's possible, that each house had its own bathing day. Either that, or baths were scheduled on Saturdays and before important holidays. Students and teachers would also use the bathhouse to get a haircut or a shave. And maybe some cupping therapy, if they were into that kind of thing.

Some celebrations might've also happened there. (I could imagine some quidditch teams celebrating their victory with a nice, hot steam bath, for example.)

Apart from that, students would probably also wash themselves in the lake. At least during the summer, when temperatures were warm enough.

Do you think Hogwarts has baths for all students? It’s something I’ve been thinking about, since I can’t remember if the bathing situation of students is mentioned outside of the prefect’s bathroom and the huge tub.

I’ve always kind of assumed modern students use showers, but I don’t know for sure - and now it dents me on a spiral of ‘wait, do they just use smaller tubs?’

As far as I can tell, modern showers were first patented somewhere in the the late 1760’s. Which means that if there are showers, they would have been added during later renovations - like the bathroom entrance to the chamber of secrets.

So, pre-renovation, Hogwarts students would probably sponge bathe with basins of water or, later in the Victorian era or early Edwardian, move onto full bathtubs.

(Also, and this is more of a nitpick on my part, what was with the statement that wizards and witches would just vanish their waste? Chamber pots and commode chairs still existed at that time???)

Okay, so this is an interesting one. So, plumbing that would allow water to reach all sections of the castle, particularly the high towers (Gryffindor & Ravenclaw), yeah, that's not happening in the early days of the school. Or even when the shower was invented. Water taps for indoor plumbing that allowed to get water in and not just get the waste out was a late Victorian invention.

As per usual, I went a little overboard with research, so it's under the cut.

According to the old Pottermore article on the matter:

When first created, the Chamber was accessed through a concealed trapdoor and a series of magical tunnels. However, when Hogwarts’ plumbing became more elaborate in the eighteenth century (this was a rare instance of wizards copying Muggles, because hitherto they simply relieved themselves wherever they stood, and vanished the evidence), the entrance to the Chamber was threatened, being located on the site of a proposed bathroom. The presence in school at the time of a student called Corvinus Gaunt – direct descendant of Slytherin, and antecedent of Tom Riddle – explains how the simple trapdoor was secretly protected, so that those who knew how could still access the entrance to the Chamber even after newfangled plumbing had been placed on top of it.

(Pottermore)

Proper, elaborate plumbing only made its way into the school in the 18th century but this plumbing would only be to be rid of waste, not get water into taps.

(The above quote is also the source of the wizards vanishing their waste, and you're right that it's really weird. I assume they still wanted privacy when doing their business. Like, I can see them still having privies and chamber pots but instead of throwing the waste somewhere, they vanished it. Like, I just can't imagine someone peeing/shitting in their robes in public willingly, I'm sorry, that is not realistic. People didn't do that, yes there were public toilets where other people could see you shit, but it's a space specialized for it (you're polite and don't look, like with urinals), it's not like anyone shat at the dinner table. Like what? What does she mean by "wherever they stood"? I refuse to believe they didn't go somewhere secluded-ish/specialized before going about their business and then vanishing it)

Cedric advises Harry to take a bath with the egg:

“What?” “Take a bath, and — er — take the egg with you, and — er — just mull things over in the hot water. It’ll help you think. ... Trust me.”

(GoF)

Which leads me to assume all students have baths and not showers in their dorms (or wherever they have them). This is supported by later quotes I found:

“Yes, it was,” said Ginny. “It was appalling. Angelina was nearly in tears by the end of it.” Ron and Ginny went off for baths after dinner; Harry and Hermione returned to the busy Gryffindor common room and their usual pile of homework.

(OotP)

Ron and Ginny go to take baths after Quidditch practice (Harry was already banned) and I don't believe they are using the prefects' bathroom. What I note here as interesting is that Harry and Hermione return to the common room while Ron and Ginny go to the baths separately. Why are the baths implied to not be in Gryffindor Tower?

But in PoA, there are also showers, which I assume are in the Quidditch changing rooms:

“Where is Wood?” said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn’t there. “Still in the showers,” said Fred. “We think he’s trying to drown himself.”

(PoA)

So, what I think is that by the time the books take place, the dorms have baths (the phrasing in the OotP quote is weird, but I'm pretty sure the baths are in the dorms/common rooms) and the Quidditch changing rooms that are not part of the castle and easier to renovate have showers.

(The other option is that they have cool covered Victorian baths that also functioned as showers and they also look really cool:

The above enclosure has a shower head inside. So, maybe, though less likely with how the quotes are phrased)

Now, baths have been a thing for a long time, but until the late 19th century, basically no one had indoor baths like we do today or pipes that got water into homes. There were pipes that supplied water to London, but you had to go to specific stations and get buckets of water to then heat and pour it into the bath at home. The bath day was a whole ritual.

The first screw-down water tap was patented in 1845, so the plumbing Corvinus introduced would've been just to dispose of sewage and waste and not taps for baths like I said earlier. Plumbing that supplied water to individual houses was only introduced in the late 19th century for the wealthy and early 20th century to the rest, so Hogwarts wouldn't have seen it until then.

Since Hogwarts has an army of house elves running it, it's very possible they ensured the baths always had clean warm water for students. Additionally, older students could just cast Aguamenti to fill their baths with clean water, so I don't think taps were all that important to them. So, I think the dorms having a bathroom (I assume one for boys and one for girls) that you had to fill in yourself with magic or call an elf to help (for younger students) isn't too far-fetched. That along with a washcloth, bowl, and pitcher to wash their face in the dorm room would've likely covered the hygiene needs for the most part. And again, baths have existed for thousands of years as there are accounts of very old public bathhouses, so it's likely they would've been a thing in Hogwarts even before modern plumbing was introduced (as they were in the muggle world). But I don't think the "private-ish" baths in the dorms were always there.

Which leads me to prefects' bath:

About a hundred golden taps stood all around the pool’s edges, each with a differently colored jewel set into its handle. There was also a diving board. Long white linen curtains hung at the windows; a large pile of fluffy white towels sat in a corner, [...] at the side of the swimming-pool-sized bath, then knelt down and turned on a few of the taps. He could tell at once that they carried different sorts of bubble bath mixed with the water, though it wasn’t bubble bath as Harry had ever experienced it. One tap gushed pink and blue bubbles the size of footballs; another poured ice-white foam so thick that Harry thought it would have supported his weight if he’d cared to test it; a third sent heavily perfumed purple clouds hovering over the surface of the water.

(GoF)

The prefects' bath is described very similar to a public bathhouse. Roman bathhouses and some medieval ones occasionally had these huge pool-like baths that everyone would use together.

These bathhouses were a luxury though, you wouldn't have gone there every day. It was an event, you'd talk to people, you'd eat, it was a whole thing. So it was more a social thing than just cleaning yourself, you had a washcloth at home for that.

So, my headcanon is that when Hogwarts was built, all students used the prefects' bath as that was the student's bathhouse that everyone used. Later in the Middle Ages, the dorms got more private baths:

(Though people often still used these above baths together and even sat to eat there, since, again, heating up all the water for it made it a luxury. Wizards though, would probably bath more often than muggles since they have magic that can fill the baths and heat them for them)

These more private baths would probably be when the aforementioned bathrooms (still semi-public for a whole house) would be introduced. Later when one-person baths became the norm they would be switched out to these:

these baths would've still had to be filled manually via spells or by the house elves. Modern baths with taps are a 19th-century invention and didn't become common until the early 20th century. In the Victorian era, you just needed to wash your face, feet, genitalia, and armpits every day, a full proper bath was still not an everyday occurrence for most of that century.

The late Victorian era came with the introduction of taps in baths and dedicated bathrooms (or "water closets") more similar to what we are familiar with today:

(Center drain, wood rimmed enameled cast iron tub with ornate feet, embossed skirt, marbled with figural tiled facade, Standard Manufacturing 1887)

These bathrooms were reserved only for the wealthy (since plumbing was expensive) who usually transformed an unused bedroom into a bathroom. These rooms were kind of embarrassing for people to see due to their private nature (hence why the baths and toilets were often rimmed or surrounded with wood to make them look like regular furniture. There were even "folding baths" so you could hide the bath when not in use)

In the very late 19th century tubs started to be made fully from copper or cast iron and these baths would become a common household appliance in the early 20th century.

(Roman pedestal Tub, Standard Manufacturing 1914)

Also, The early showers of the 18th century had a water pump that could spray water from above:

But it still had to be manually filled with water and was not common in homes until the latter half of the 20th century, which is when they would be introduced in the Quidditch changing rooms, but not inside the castle. (Yes, there were some late Victorian shower-bath hybrids and even just showers for homes, but they weren't very common from what I've read)

So, this is what I have to say about the baths/shower situation at Hogwarts.

#hogwarts #bathing culture #toilets #harry potter #I hate how rowling established that her wizards just shat everywhere #like #why did she do that?#the history of bathing and hygiene is so fascinating #there is literally no reason to resort to “lol they relieved themselves were they stood”

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necrotic-nephilim · 5 months ago

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I’m gonna be honest I didn’t realize the new 52 messed with Kon that much till I read your post and now I can’t get over the potential. I’m a Tim/Kon girly at heart so I would devour anything you write exploring the 52 vs typical Kon. Also Time being in a clone sandwich is 👌.

the new-52 messed Kon up SO bad it's ridiculous. like, to the point i would personally argue he's a completely unrelated character to pre-Flashpoint/Rebirth Kon. his personality, his suit, his origin, all different. the only real similarities are the name and powerset. and even New-52!Kon's powers are slightly different from pre-Flashpoint!Kon. New-52!Kon is a clone of a future version of Jon Lane Kent, cloned by N.O.W.H.E.R.E. to provide genetic material to Jon Lane Kent, whose body was not handling being half human/half Kryptonian well, it was a whole thing. New-52!Kon is also where we get the infamous "Kon-El means 'abomination of the house of El' and Kara basically named him a slur in Kryptonian culture" tidbit, because that is the only time that's canon. (originally Kon-El was a name gifted by Clark to accept Kon as his family way back in the 90s) he also never went by Conner Kent. New-52!Kon just straight up didn't have any real human identity or connections, outside of being very close to Tim and some Titans.

the very TLDR of Kon's history is: during post-Crisis/pre-Flashpoint, a clone called Superboy is created by CADMUS. at first, he's considered to be a clone of a dude named Paul Westfield and is not Kryptonian whatsoever, he was simply made to look like Superman and only has Tactile Telekinesis as a power. then, it was made canon that actually he was a clone of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent, but Lex hid this fact and slowly, Kon developed more Kryptonian powers. he's given the name Kon-El by Clark, and is taken in by the Kents, getting the name Conner Kent. then Flashpoint happens, we get the New-52, and we're given the above version of Kon-El, who is a clone of Jon Lane Kent, created by N.O.W.H.E.R.E. who has mostly very strong telekinesis powers and some Kryptonian powers. he's with the Titans for a bit, then at the end of the New-52, he kills some aliens and feels bad about it so he decides to fuck off and is never seen again, it's presumed he's dead but never confirmed. then Rebirth happens and DC makes Jon Kent the current Superboy, we get Supersons and all that, and it's assumed that no version of Kon-El exists. just at all. he's not around whatsoever, Jon is our only Superboy. *but* in 2019, we get a new Young Justice run and the pre-Flashpoint Kon-El is back, and we're given the explanation of: Kon got accidentally teleported to this alternate realm called Gemworld and then Flashpoint happened, and since that was a Crisis Event that changed the timeline, the poor lad got *erased* from the timeline, causing most people to *not fucking remember him* and for him to remember a timeline that no longer exists. some of the Young Justice team vaguely remember him, Ma and Pa Kent remember him, but notably, Clark *does not remember him*. it's not an issue of "Clark ignored Kon in favor of Jon" it's an issue of "Kon was erased from the timeline and didn't exist for years bc he was stuck in Gemworld and Clark just doesn't remember Kon or Kon's timeline" which to me, is far more tragic but i digress. since then, Kon has been back and is present in most significant Superfamily runs, with his own recent mini-series, Superboy: Man of Tomorrow. (which was very good btw)

so basically: the New-52 fucked Kon up so bad they wrote him out of comics for years and then brought back the pre-Flashpoint version, but never *explicitly* killed the New-52 version off. so hypothetically, it's possible that there are currently two characters existing in the DC universe named Kon-El who have been Superboy. and like i said above, one of New-52!Kon's only real significant relationships was with Tim, it was the only thing the New-52 managed to get right about Superboy, his closeness to Tim. they have a *lot* of moments that read incredibly queer. and ofc, it's just outright confirmed in Dark Crisis: Young Justice that Tim had a crush on pre-Flashpoint!Kon at some point. so while comics are intent on pretending New-52!Kon doesn't exist, i am intent on putting Tim in a clone sandwich.

because i do think it's fun to play with Tim having genuine feelings and potentially a relationship with both of them. and the fucked up nature of him not fully *remembering* his relationship with pre-Flashpoint!Kon (which is a canon thing, in YJ(2019) Tim has vague memories of Kon he's struggling to piece together and understand why he cares about this guy he doesn't recognize so much) and how frustrating that is for Tim. he knows he loves Kon, but it's all foggy besides that. and so it's even *more* fucked up if Tim dated New-52!Kon before he got emo and ran off into the unknown. obviously in canon no one has told current Kon about New-52!Kon bc comics are doing the good ol' tried and true of "sweep that shit under the rug" but for fanfic, i think it's fun to ask the question of: would anyone *tell* Kon? especially Tim? who now remembers dating both versions of them? would he admit to Kon that briefly, he had another Kon? how would Tim cope with that and move on? personality wise, they could not be more different. they dress and act and look different. they're not the same person, but there's certainly a questionable factor of Tim's dating history including two Kon-Els.

the idea i've had for a while is Tim slowly starting to date pre-Flashpoint!Kon again. it feels familiar and like home. and Tim has grieved and accepted that wherever New-52!Kon is, he doesn't want to come home, he didn't love TIm enough to stay and try. so Tim takes the Kon he has, and genuinely has a happy relationship. like for once, life is good and things almost make sense for Tim. but then, of course, New-52!Kon comes back. he decides he wants to try again and he finds Tim. only to find well. he's been replaced. and technically, he's been replaced with the *original* that he didn't even know *existed*. and if being a clone is bad enough, that just makes it a hundred times worse. because imagine knowing you're actually the second Kon-El your boyfriend who you never *technically* broke up with fell in love with. that's gotta give you some kind of complex.

so i think it's fun if both Kons try to step back and let the other Kon date Tim. both of them have reasons to feel like the "replacement" or "fake" Kon, and it makes them incredibly awkward with each other. do they count as the same person? bc they definitely don't *feel* like the same person to each other, but with weird timeline stuff, who can really say. them settling on an awkward throuple that's really meant to be Tim just dating them both but somehow they end up dating each other too is so fun for me. they both feel like imposters to the Superboy name but are so deeply in love with Tim Drake, it's the one thing truly connecting them. and then of course, Tim feels bad in that somehow, he's betraying both of them for having feelings for the other. but they make it work, with a lot of awkward angst and miscommunication. i just think it'd be fun. very difficult to write to get all the weird timeline nuances down in a way that's understandable in a fanfic (bc you can't just. infodump like i did on this post) but doable. also difficult to tag, because even though i argue these are two different characters, i'm pretty sure Ao3 groups them under the same character tag. so it'd be difficult to convey it's not *really* as selfcest-y as it would imply. comics, man. DC will never acknowledge New-52!Kon again, and he's admittedly a terrible adaptation of Kon-El, but. i think he was sort of neat in his own right and i'd *love* for DC to just inexplicably bring him back and make the current Kon deal with the consequences of all that. and them make Tim kiss them both. obviously.

#necrotic answerings #timkon #how do I tag this ship i'm so serious #kontimkon #I fucking *guess*?#also just plain Kon/Kon could be neat as well #I don't view it as selfcest. but like. I understand if ppl do #also if I got some details wrong i'm so sorry #I was tipsy writing this.#new-52!Kon you were a disaster child but come back from the war I miss you.#i'd need to reread the new-52 superboy and teen titans run to write this #just to be sure I've got a solid grasp on his character #pre-flashpoint!Kon I understand just fine he's my son I've read most of his content #new-52!Kon. eeeeeh. i've read it. years ago. and I'm not even sure if I actually read it all through or just bits and pieces #I hated him when he existed be like. he fucked up Kon so bad we fucking lost Kon for a couple years #but in hindsight. he had potential.#also if you want another bizarre fun fact about the new-52 #Tim was never Robin in the new-52. he went straight to being Red Robin.#also his parents are alive and in witsec. do with that what you will.#weird times.#I guess new-52!Kon could've been erased by rebirth but I don't think he was?? bc characters have recalled his existence so?#hypothetically he *should* exist???#and if he doesn't #*oh well* I do what I want #DC you may not care about the implications of your retcons and reboots but I do. I do.#I want more fandom acknowledgement of Kon getting fucking erased from the timeline and no one remembering him #yes it's fun to make Clark a bad dad #but Kon was forgotten! by almost everyone! that's also fun!#young justice (2019) isn't the *best* comic ever but it's still solid! lots of good Kon whump I tell you.#he was fucking going *through* it that run I tell you. by God.

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heartorbit · 8 months ago

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WAOT WERE U THE ONE TSUKASA COSPLAYER AT MIKUEXPO GIVING OUT MIKU STICKERS TO THE PJSK FANS

THATS ME!!!!! i didn't mean to just give them to pjsk fans help but i severely underestimated how many i should've made and cut out .. so i just ended up giving them to cosplayers or people who said hi to me .... T_T

THERE'S ALSO THIS SUPER CUTE BRACELET SOMEBODY RAN UP TO ME AND GAVE ME AND I TREASURE IT SO I NEED TO ADD IT TO THE POST AND SHOW IT OFF .. WAH!!!! ITS SO CUTE LOOK!!!!!!

#again WAS NOT MY BIRTHDAY. MIKUEXPO TORONTO FELL ON TSUKASAS BIRTHDAY IN JAPAN TIME. SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO SAID HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.#i love your icon cause i saw a garf miku cosplayer at mikuexpo toronto too IT WAS SO AWESOME #i saw snother tsukasa cosplayer in hid school outfit and they had cute star glasses i Need some.#in the future n for cons i think i'll just order stickers to hand out .. cutting them out by hand was so much .....#especially when i did the whole pjsk cast. 10 or so of each of them. my best friend helped and it still took like 2 hours #<- I DID THAT FOR ANIME NORTH I MEAN i think i forgot to post about it here. anyways #i dont plan on tabling at cons or snything cause i just like attending them so much. but #In the future i think i'll just pay to get Nice little prints or stickers made and shipped to me to hand out ...#Sorry they arent actual stickers they're just laminated with tape i did them the night before while crunching for the con the week after.#alliellama #ask #sorry to go on but mikuexpo really was such a good time #when we first got there i was in the merch line w my friends and skmeone came up and said can you do the tsukasa laugh right here right now #but everything we said echo and i was like T_T no im shy ...#and then 2 hours later i heard there was a saki cosplayer there and started running around the venue shouting SAKI. SAKIII. SAKI.#WE FOUND HER IT TOOK ME LIKE 20 MINS which is impressive because there were a lot of people. by god.#it was so fun. we had such a good time i could go on. everyone was so FREAKING NICE. AND GAVE SO MANY FREEBIES. AND COMPLIMENTS.#but i literally only had like ..30 mikus. to hand out. i felt SO BAD. CONSERVING THEM.

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Insane over the awakening trio again. We fought a war together, saved each other multiple times, and I know for a fact I can trust you with my life. We have never learned to socialize normally so we can't interact in a normal environment for five seconds without dunking on each other. I would follow you through time and space and abandon everything with you. You are the living reminder of every awful thing that have ever happened to me. Our traumas make us hurt each other at every turn. We're the only ones who know what lead to each other becoming Like That. Our jobs are barely in the same area and we don't even hang out that much outside of necessities. You are all I have left. I cannot fucking understand you. I am the only one in this entire world who has the ability to even try to.

#my text #asks #fe13 #This ask is so good I wanna publish it first without any of my commentary and then i'll rb it with my own comments later #this is just fun to read #thinking of this line in particular:#'Our jobs are barely in the same area and we don't even hang out that much outside of necessities. '#i don't show it enough in my fics because a lot of my fics are fates focused or au focused for convenience sake so i want the awakening tri #to be hanging out way more and have had their growth but canonically before awakening they really like. Do Not Associate.#i think of this for so many of the awakening kids in general but like. they all travel through time together. they go through something lik #the future past DLC together. their lives depend on each other so much. most of them cannot stand each other.#inigo and owain Do Not fucking get along and never have really until fates when they're both adults and even then they're ribbing each othe #there's no doubt to me that they have gotten into a physical fight at least once before. or they avoid each other and are extremely rude #when forced to work together outside life or death scenarios. especially pre-awakening.#in their supports owain tries to be nice to severa repeatedly and she goes out of her way to be extra rude to the point #that he has a crises about being weird. and even if their s support isnt' canon #severa notes that owain was always nice to her and she struggled with being nice back throughout their lives #inigo and severa don't get along either. inigo is trying to be “nice”/build his confidence of talking to others with compliments #but he's genuinely condescending and quite rude and doesn't listen to severa telling him to stop talking to her like that.#note: severa actively goes out of her way to be mean to a lot of people back then. she's not easy to get along with.#(interestingly she tells noire she only does this to take people down a peg and doesn't do it to people with no self esteem like noire.#(similar to niles in a way. to be explored later.)#These people are Not Close and they are not each other's first choices to hang out. and they probably were aware of each other in #childhood but much more aware when they're older. owain's childhood friends were probably the Justice Cabal.#severa canonically hung with noire tot he point where noire grew up relying on her. i suspect she hung with the girls most of all #inigo... i'm not sure he has any close childhood friends. which could be attributed to maybe (a) living in Regna Ferox with Olivia #if you believe they went with basilio after the first war #or maybe learning early on to hide his real self early on so he never lets anyone get close. he clearly Cares about everyone in a #'won't let anyone die if he can help it/won't let them die alone (gerome/owain)' kind of way #but is he Close with them? I don't think so. not until Awakening and he has A supports

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shinyboomboom · 1 month ago

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16 year old girls and that one "friend" <<<

#Vent post!!!! How is it my fault you've never apologized?#YOU CALLED MY SISTER AN ACHOHLIC #and you don't get why I don't talk to you anymore?#You think you can just offer me notecards and I'll forgive you again?#You broke my trust and you broke any faith I had that I could rely on you #No matter what everything's always about you #You trauma dump on everyone of our friends every day #You don't understand boundaries #You made fun of my personalit and talked about how the guy I liked could never like me (Because you liked him to)#You make fun of the fact and get angry at me for not being able to read social cues #When you talked about how I wasn't talking to you anymore you said “Sadie's not talking to me anymore and she won't tell me why”#Even though we set up a time to talk about stuff and you never called you lied & said I never texted you back #And oh by the way? When I texted you back to set up a time to talk YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DIDN'T CALL #And when one of our mutual friends said maybe you should try again you said “Oh well it's not like it's a big deal”#Even though we've been friends since 8th grade #So either you think I'm just going to forgive you with no effort on your end or you don't care #And to top it all off #You blame me for you not going back to Christianity sooner #Yet you still pressured me consistently about going to church with you #Even though I said no #Literally screw yourself #Your a bad friend and kinda a horrible person #You use religion as an excuse to be close minded and cruel while elevating yourself as holier than thou #Well guess what?#That's not being a good christian!#Your a fraud #And I think deep down you know that

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unawakening-float07 · 3 months ago

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i had one beer with one of my closest friends and my bf while we watched a country singer preform at a biker bar and it has been the greatest night of my life

#i just wish i could have gotten more drunk #very proud of myself for only having one beer but had i not been driving #i would have kept up with my friends #i WILL be getting plastered tomorrow for a coworkers going away party so that’s exciting #i can see why so many people take up drinking #had a scruffy daddy lean against me for like a minute straight #was so hot but was super weird #wasn’t sure if he was flirting with me #also made friends with this hot as fuck cowboy and we bonded over the performer we were watching #such a fun night #the biker bar we went to was right next to my old apartment and i was always terrified of going there because everyone seemed so threatenin #but everyone i interacted with was so friendly and open and just wanted to have a good time #the country singer came up to my bf and i after the show and gave us a hug which was so sweet

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doux-amer · 3 months ago

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One thing that has deeply annoyed me about the response from Americans/Westerners about this week's events in Korea is that a lot of them, including people I like and respect, are like, "The protesting civilians and lawmakers who barged into the National Assembly would've been shot if this were the U.S./this would've never happened in the U.S. because people are too afraid of being shot." There's some truth to that, at least with regard to state violence, but I'm fed up because it doesn't account for how frightening this could have turned out to be had it not been for how much of an inept flop dunce Yoon Sukyeol is. It minimizes the courage of those who showed up.

Sure, it was likely that the military and riot police wouldn't have done much (again, YSY's self-coup wasn't thought out well, and there's more evidence of that as military officials and soldiers are speaking up about the lack of information they received, but I'll refrain from talking about that to avoid making this even longer than it inevitably will be, knowing myself), but let's not pretend there haven't been issues with them in recent years. They pepper sprayed and used water cannons during an anniversary rally for the Sewol ferry victims (x) (x) (if you don't understand how unbelievably cruel that is, look into the horrific Sewol ferry sinking). They tear gassed crowds (Korea has a gruesome history of this) and sprayed water cannons, and citizens have been injured and killed during the 2015 protests and 2016-17 Park Geunhye impeachment protests, notably Baek Namgi, an elderly activist whose death caused global outrage (x) (x). Park Geunhye was going to enforce martial law during those protests according to a leaked document, with hundreds of tanks, thousands of soldiers and special force troops! (x)

Not to mention, there are decades of extreme state violence that have scarred an entire country and are still super fresh for a huge percentage of the population. Again, check out that tear gas history piece. Look up the April Revolution, Gwangju massacre, and June uprising and see just how bloody they were. Thousands of civilians were tortured and killed. Look at how many protests were going on year after year during the 1980s. That isn't that long ago! All those older people who ran to the National Assembly to stop the coup? You bet a lot of them were college students who protested during that time or knew people who did. All the younger people? They may not have experienced what it was like living under martial law, but as I said, state violence still occurs, however much it's dwindled over the years, and you have to account for generational trauma. I don't think I'll ever forget the way I felt when I saw the breaking news alert about the martial law declaration on December 3. I've never experienced that, at least to that degree.

Instead of viewing the response from civilians and elected officials through the framework of police brutality in the U.S., it should be contextualized using Korea's own history. Thankfully most of the serious discussions are doing this, but like I said, even people who are smart about reading up on things have reflected on how this wouldn't fly in the U.S., not because of the difference in protest history, civil movements, and public engagement with both in the two countries but because of the military/police response. There's an insinuation there that Koreans would be more reluctant to do what they did if they knew what it's like to live in fear of violence instead of living in such a safe country like Korea...and I want to yell.

It was monumentally brave of everyone to do what they did to stop the coup. We're all laughing at how stupid the coup was and there's a reason why people were more furious than scared because of the political history of Korea and the laws set in place to protect the democracy and neutralize coup attempts, but this could have easily become a disaster. It's not alarmist of me to say so because there was no way for anyone to be 100% sure of how the military would react—especially when no one knew what the hell was going on.

#i am...not vibing with these posts about how people are like 'omg those poor soldiers/good on them for dragging their feet'#yes mandatory military service means being there against your will #and i DO believe a lot of soldiers probably were super shaken or confused by what was going on #especially with the news coming out that soldiers weren't aware of what their mission was #to find out your orders and see your people look at you with rage disgust and maybe even fear especially as a young person...#i get that it's upsetting and you can tell that a lot of them didn't want to be there!#but lol are we forgetting there are people who weren't conscripts involved?#are we forgetting that people will follow directions if it's drilled into them to do say especially with the threat of retaliation?#are we forgetting that mandatory military service goes back decades #and amazingly soldiers and police still committed atrocities against civilians during previous protests or what?#idk i think it's your moral duty to engage in weaponized incompetence malicious compliance insubordination etc.#when you're asked to do something evil so i don't really want to praise people for being decent #even if i'm glad they did and i'm relieved they did it you know? but that's just me #omg sorry i'm ranting. ANYWAY! history in every single country has shown #how easy it can be for things to go south rapidly so while there were things that made the coup expire as quickly as it did #and it's HILARIOUS and i'm enjoying myself...it could have turned out very different #just a few wrong turns—just ONE wrong turn—and it could have been bad #rules and orders are good and all but if someone wants to commit violence they will do it #i'm just relieved i didn't have time to worry myself sick over this before it was all over lmao #so i can just feel a lot of pride and admiration for everyone doing their best to exercise and protect their rights #and do it with great panache and fun. the protests are like concerts! the protest songs are so funny #the signs!!!!! i'm dying over them. the number of people paying for food and drinks for the protestors #enough that businesses in the protest areas had to stop taking prepaid orders!#the older people who said they have to get to the front that night to protect all the young protestors with their bodies #in case the military tries to attack civilians! 😭 that part made me almost cry #the ajusshi who (drunkenly?) shouted how much he loved all his friends who came out to protest like the old days #democracy is fragile and we have to protect it #and i think korea right now is a shining beacon of the power of the people

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