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Bye bye, My Dxxr.
inspo from Summering by Jin based on original art by sidu
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#akechi goro#persona#p5r#art tag#honestly. this too is akeshu#you can imagine this is from akechi to akiren#summer doesnt really fit them but the aquarium date was summer so...#i also have an extra of a close up i might post separately#bc this doesnt do justice to the lineart i spent way too long on#anyway i only quickly looked up stuff to do with fish#and of the short lifespan fish the betta was the nicest to have#and apparently french angelfish are monogamous :3c#though you cant really tell what they are here ngl#i mega struggled with the colours#i am no good at colours#i hope it looks ok!!#the betta do be lookin kinda dead#im cry the more i look the worse i feel#i was so pumped about this just half an hour ago#anyway i think i popped off with the bubbles at least#maybe they should have been bigger#ARRRGH IM JUST GONNA POST THIS#anyway please check out the original song and lyrics#it's not a complete fit but i did think it was nice#Youtube
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like we all know saburo stole ichiroâs entire tdd flow lol but i also think jiro did a little as well by matching that jacket weâve only seen ichiro wear like four times total lmao
#this is vee speaking#this was almost me screaming again about how powerful nb would have been if the blue jacket fit ichiro had was his default#the matching blue jackets????? the red and orange tops????#ichiro with that black undershirt and kuukouâs jacket with black lining????? the black pants??????#theyâre brutal lol!!!!!!!! i die by their hands on the daily lol!!!!!!!!#but decided against it lol letâs give their matching elements a break lol#AND TALK ABOUT BBS LOL#like the little tassel chain saburo has is probably ichiroâs flat out and i wouldnât be surprised if he asked for it to complete the look#lol so maybe jiro scoured stores to find a matching jacket bc he was jealous lmao#i was also thinking maybe since jiro found his jacket saburo might have made or found that accessory himself instead of taken ichiroâs#we donât know what ichiro did with his tdd ensemble that bracelet those earrings the bandana#that tassel and those other objects might be still in storage (or 𤢠thrown out) and tbh lol????#does saburo seem like the type to have asked to keep something of ichiroâs lol???? i donât think so personally but you never know#canon does surely!!!! and surely theyâll tell us at some point right????? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BANDANA KR I AM NO LONGER ASKING NICELYâ
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WOW I FINALLY FINISHED THIS SET. There were a lot of things I wanted to get right for them so I took some extra time but hopefully it was worth it! The guild for this set is Cobalt Heart- a guild with focus on maritime missions, lead by (of course) guildmaster Neptune. There was no other planet I could've picked for his namesake lol. They're the guild I jokingly call the most jockish, but some moreso than others. I really do hope I did all the characters justice, but if you wanna know more about the individual members, it's under the cut as usual!
Name: Neptune
Name Origin: The planet named for the god of the ocean
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 52
Guild rank: Guildmaster
Weapon: Trident
Ethos (Power): Ocean wave (Control over water- stronger with sea water)
Flaw power is based on: Originally based on his overly relaxed go-with-the-flow nature, but since becoming a father and guildmaster he's matured, and his power grew from simple wave control to more powerful control over the ocean's water. Waves aren't always peaceful, but he's become someone who understands their power and the responsibility needed for it.
Notes: If it's unclear, the marks on his chest are meant to be top surgery tattoos, but in cool wave shapes!
Name: Triton
Name Origin: Neptune's moon, aptly named for his son
Pronouns: He/they
Age: 24
Guild rank: 4 star
Weapon: Twin sai
Ethos (Power): Ocean breath (Underwater breathing as well as other aquatic adaptions)
Flaw power is based on: His ardent wanderlust, especially in regards to the ocean. They literally cannot leave it alone despite any possible better reasoning, which is when it becomes a problem.
Notes: Was his other parent a mermaid or did they just do the fish thing on their own? The world may never know.
Name: Otrera
Name Origin: A trojan asteroid named after the queen of the Amazons
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 32
Guild rank: 5 star
Weapon: Brass knickles
Ethos (Power): Preflexes (Hightened reflexes)
Flaw power is based on: Her overly-guarded and cagey nature.
Notes: But her brass knuckles are pink so its quirky when she knocks your teeth out.
Name: Naos
Name Origin: A star whose name means "ship"
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 21
Guild rank: 3 star
Weapon: Modified crutches
Ethos (Power): Helm (He can change the direction of inanimate objects. It's not limited to projectiles, he can change the direction of objects while they're in someone's hand too.)
Flaw power is based on: His avoidant tenancies, especially where more serious responsibility is concerned.
Notes: Honestly? Joined the guild to boost his playboy status.
Name: Aitne
Name Origin: One of Jupiter's moons, named after the personification of Mount Etna, a stratovolcano
Pronouns: They/them
Age: 27
Guild rank: 4 star
Weapon: Spiked gauntlets and armor
Ethos (Power): Molten Core (Lava manipulation)
Flaw power is based on: Their brash and destructive nature.
Notes: Likes all their food to be charred.
Name: Ariel
Name Origin: A moon or Uranus, named after an air spirit!
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 16
Guild rank: 2 star
Weapon: Baton
Ethos (Power): Harmony (Perfect balance on anything)
Flaw power is based on: Her own difficulty maintaining emotional balance under stress
Notes: She's a gymnast! And even though I didn't make the character named "Ariel" a mermaid, you can still see a scale pattern in her leotard!
Name: Maru
Name Origin: A white dwarf whose name means "Sky." It's orbited by the planet Ahra.
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 18
Guild rank: 3 star
Weapon: Claymore sword
Ethos (Power): Sky walking (She is capable of interacting with air as if it were a tangible object, creating leverage for herself to walk and balance on as if it were solid)
Flaw power is based on: Her somewhat vain tendency to place herself above others
Notes: Complete and utterly confident she's the cooler twin
Name: Ahra
Name Origin: A exoplanet whose name means "Ocean." It orbits the star Maru.
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 18
Guild rank: 3 star
Weapon: Claymore sword
Ethos (Power): Wave riding (Creation and control of tidal waves to ride on, as if she was surfing them with no board. But she does have to be on them.)
Flaw power is based on: Her arrogance and recklessness
Notes: Completely and utterly convinced she's the cooler twin.
Name: Pipoltr/Pip
Name Origin: A star named for "a bright and beautiful butterfly."
Pronouns: Whatever really?
Age: 8
Guild rank: 1 star
Weapon: Giant lollipop
Ethos (Power): None yet!
Flaw power is based on: N/A. This doesn't mean they're flawless, but until their power develops they're really just here to go on fun little adventures.
Notes: This child hangs around with sailors all day long. The words they know....
#finn's ocs#finn's art#oc references#FINALLY POSTING THIS SET#there was a bit of a delay bc i wanted to make sure i got the crutches w naos right#i ended up not making just the crutches a weapon but like. with modifications based on a real self defense item i found#but slightly different for both fantasy reasons and also i think its patented lol#his pose is also based on a real self defense w crutches video that my friend sent me (hiiii thank you for that once more btw <3)#so like hes very much in motion here. thats not how he usually stands w the crutches lol he usually like. uses them as crutches lol#the little trigger on them is what releases and returns the blade in them btw#also as for the rest of the group! i think neptune is absolutely the most fitting of his namesake out of all the guildmasters#i mean they all have aspects of it but he's fully embraced it. despite what i said abt him growing into responsibility and all#hes still such a chill nice guy. just in general. it would take a lot to get him angry (and if you did the sea is NOT peaceful!)#and in a lot of ways triton is like how he was when he was younger. responsibilities dont matter he needs to go to the challengers deep NOW#also the reason i picked twin sai to be his weapon is bc i didnt wanna do a trident twice. even tho like thats kind of the typical motif#but sai are like. also a 3 pronged weapon. so i felt it kept the energy. but smaller and 2 of them#omg speaking of weapons i completely accidentally added a trans flag to ariel's baton design lol. but i left it in why not#i had such a hard time w her colors bc i wanted her to be flashy but also to make the leotard mermaid esque#also for it to not be too revealing. like leda (from the lunar flare set) can have an exposing leotard tutu sure but shes an adult#and i wanted to give ariel more of like an 80s home gym workouts vibe. with the legwarmers and scrunchies lol#and the twins!!! i wanted to make them samey but differeny. in a way i havent done w matching outfits before#bc the actual shapes of the clothes are very different but the colors totally match!#plus the twins are fraternal. i feel like thats obvious what w their different hair colors but there are more subtle things#like slightly different eyes. the height and weight differences arent part of that tho bc that can happen to any twins even identical#otrera i also had a lot of fun with. especially the blonde hair in an emo bang with like a pink sporty outfit#the crown logo references her namesake being a queen too!#she really was fun tho bc shes just no nonsense trusts nothing but her gut. and shes meant to be like an MMA type#aitne was also super fun but a bit tricky to make it clear that their eye is half lidded from the burns and not just like a drawing mistake#but i think i made it clear! its important bc their vision is also impaired on that side#and the burns themselves were most likely an accident on their end. remember they're brash and destructive. even to themself!
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Ok Iâve been a little busy but wanted to get this out so hereâs the basic line up and a small rundown of the characters
Itâs going to be under the cut because man this list is crazy long
Jon- Jack Skellington
This is kinda obvious they are both the MCâs of their own story. But more than that, they both have that untapped curiosity and need to know. I mean Jaco had a whole lab set up in the movie. It could also tie back to Jon with his whole âunrelating need for knowledge and distain for boredomâ that he talked about having as a child. In this AU I imagine he didnât grow out of it quite as much as he did in TMA. Although I would still argue that he doesnât like being bored in TMA I mean while heâs supposed to be âlying lowâ he still goes out several times to interview people. He also still has some eye magic things like forcing people to tell him things and going all ceaseless watch. But itâs more magic than fear god and I think eyes are a pretty Halloweeny thing.
Martin- Sally
Listen Iâm a Jmart girly all the way and I think he fits her storyline so well. He has her cleverness and ingenuity and I can so see him brewing up different poison soups, itâs just like tea. I canât remember if itâs a cannon or fannon fact that he knits but I think that goes nicely with the whole seamstress thing sally has. I canât also see him using the detachable limbs thing a lot more to his advantage. Also I think that both him and Sally are mischaracterized to softer versions of themselves and are way more devious than people first think. I would also change his background a bit so his mom is Doctor Finkelstein, but like she is mad at him for his help but still needs it. Itâs complicated and Iâll got over it more in her section. But Martin is a complicated guy with his fair share of mommy issues but a good hear and is way smarter than people give him credit for.
Sasha- The Mayor
Sasha has a lot of big changes to her story. First off she is a very competent mayor working more with Jon kinda like a business partner than blind follower. She runs all of the day to day events and basics of running the town. She does all the business and Jon does Halloween essentially. She likes her job and is very good at what she does, and unlike the NMBC mayor she is pretty much the leader of Halloween town. Sashaâs other face the one she flips to is actually Not-Sasha. She looks and acts completely different but everyone still treats her like the same person. Itâs a running gag that Non-Sasha looks a little different every time Sasha flips between faces but nobody ever says anything
Daisy- Zero
Yes I know Iâm jumping out of order but it will make sense soon. Daisy and Zero was one part actually story stuff and other parts i thought it would be funny. In terms of story she acts like her season 4 self. Sheâs Jonâs best friend ever since he he found her as a wandering sprit, vicious and more wolf than woman. Think season 5 daisy but if Jon was actually able to save her. Alongside the help of Daisyâs old partner Jon used whatever Halloween magic he has to pull Daisyâs humanity back to the surface. Im thinking they got stuck in the coffin again, I think that would be pretty funny and very fitting. Anyway Daisy is a werewolf shapeshifting spirit, think of her wolf form as a more muscular Zero. Her nose glows in her human form too :). Sheâs essentially who Jon confides in and calls him and idiot but then tries to help. She has more of a role than Zero did in the film since she can speak. Daisy was also not very impressed at being the one to lead the sleigh but she did it anyway because Jonâs her best friend and she loves him.
Ok so Tim, Melanie and Basira are going to be grouped together because they are the trick or treaters.
In this case the story was changed a lot so the. Characters were picked not really for personality or relations. But more for continuity so they are all more or less themselves just kinda in Halloween town
Tim- Lock
Tim looks good in Red letâs be for real. He would also make the âdevilish good looksâ jokes you know he would
Melanie- Shock
Melanie gives off the vibes of someone who would dabble in Wicca, like she definitely owns tarot cards. And besides â the blind witchâ is metal as hell and I think she would appreciate it.
Basira- Barrel
Iâm not sure what exactly Barrel is but the bones thing he has going on creates a nice tie back to Jack. Which in turn creates a connection between Jon and Basira which could tie back to the two of them saving Daisy. Basira also sees things for what they are, a sort of âbare bonesâ logic if you would.
Anyway so the reason the 3 of them are listed together is because in this AU they do still work for Oogie Boogie but itâs not consensual. They are all tied to him via a contract and are forced to do his bidding. Tho they often half ass it as a way to get back at him. Melanie is the one to figure out how to leave and thatâs when she blinds herself to get out. Iâll go over the implications of this and what it does later in another post.
On to the villain: if you think the whole contract thing sounded familiar youâd be right
Elias Bouchard- Oogie Boogie
Heâs mean heâs green, and Elias would love having a gambling aesthetic letâs not kid ourselves. Elias is also the main character villain of TMA and I think itâs fitting that he also gets the main villain role here as well. I imagine his lair to be less giant roulette table and more bureaucratic mansion. Essentially he built his own Magnus institute in the outskirts of town and people can come and test their luck. More of a poker style table than a role of the dice. He acts all fair but instead of eating people he traps their souls in contracts. He is also made of eyeballs instead of bugs and the ones in his head are called Jonah Magnus.
Peter Lukas- Santa
Yes yes I know what this implies but itâs funny. Also I didnât know any TMA character that would properly fit this role so why not give it to the guy who probably looks like him. I also think Christmas is partially a conduit of The Lonely. I mean whatâs lonelier than spending Christmas by yourself. I donât even celebrate Christmas and I do feel a little left out sometimes hearing how everyone gets together with the their family and Iâm not. What Iâm trying to say is Christmas makes a lot of people lonely and I can see the Lukasâ taking advantage of that. Itâs also really funny to imagine an Oogie Santa divorce going on. Like Iâll give them more scenes because I can imagine the tension and itâs so funny.
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Martinâs mother- Doctor Finkelstein
This one is more due to character circumstances but I think itâs a very complex dynamic. We know from TMA that Martinâs mother hated the fact that he had to take care of her and I wanted to play on that here. In this world she made Martin this the help of a lab assistant who then ran off after an accident leaving her sick and mostly alone ( yes I know sally has a different backstory in long live the pumpkin queen but I havenât read the book so Iâm sticking with just the movie cannon and my own thoughts). She needs Martins help with taking care of herself mostly but she hates him for it. Yelling and belittling him. But she also knows that without him she will probably die so she holds on to Martin tight. Getting mad when he runs off, guilt tripping him into coming back. She eventually does make a new assistant but Martin cuts off all contact with her. He makes a choice for himself and stands up to her and leaves.
Georgie- human?
Georgie was literally the hardest character to come up with because there is no good character to match her with that is majorly important to the plot but Georgie is a big character in TMA so she had to be here. So I came up with the idea of her being human paranormal investigator ( like in TMA except her podcast is her going out to explore places) and winding up in Halloween town. There is a side plot where she meets up with Melanie and helps her escape Eliasâ contract. She has no fear due to the transference between worlds and as such is welcomed into Halloween Town. Although she finds herself starting to change and she isnât sure if sheâs still completely human.
All the other denizens are background TMA characters, or other holiday rulers like Nikola as the Easter bunny ( that one wasnât a mistake capturing her, Tim just wanted a bit of revenge because she stole his brother. Danny isnât dead just an egg painter now.) Iâll assign more people later
Since itâs getting into the holiday season Iâm thinking about my Nightmare Before Christmas TMA au.
Iâve got nothing but a head full of ideas and I donât know if anybody want to hear about it
But itâs going to be in the back of my mind for most of December
#tma#the magnus archives#tma spoilers#kinda I do say some things but Iâll cover my bases just in case#the nightmare before christmas#tnbc#tma au#long post#like man I did not expect it to take this long#also sorry for the Christmas rant in the middle there I have a lot of feeling about the holidays but thatâs my own stuff#Iâve also had this AU bouncing around in my head since last year when TMA was my main hyperfixation#I also ment to post this 3 days ago I just didnât expect this to take so long to type but here it is#now all I need to do is write down all of the story beats ⌠thatâs going to take a while man why do I do this to myself#reblog#kinda itâs my post but still itâs a reblog
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MOTHERFUCK i did not realize how much those antidepressants made me feel physically psychologically and dare i say spiritually like a peat mummy
literally 2 days off them and i've experienced more joy, lucidity, motivation and general good vibes than i did in the whole 2 months i was on them đđ
#now granted i did only sleep for 3 hours#but i felt more refreshed and energized today than i ever did when the pills forced me into 8 hours of pseudo-death a night#MY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE IS BACK TO NEVER SHUTTING TF UP#it was practically bones for so long oml#i'm usually annoyingly verbose but i was only able to say like 5 words at a time before i forgot how to end my sentence#yeah i'm prolly gonna lose the rose tinted glasses in a few days when the novelty wears off but for now#it's so nice to feel like myself and not like a lobotomized skinwalker trying to wear my own mannerisms convincingly#(obvsly they help some ppl or they wouldn't be an option to prescribe but GOD they fit my brain chemistry as well as a fork fits an outlet)#<<<<<<I CAN DO THAT AGAIN!!! I MISSED MY STUPID METAPHORS AND MY BAD PUNS AND MY SLIGHTLY OUT OF POCKET JOKES#i was fucking trying but it fundamentally doesn't work if u Try#yoda moment but whatever#yippeee#god did they fucking '''cure''' my ADHD instead of my depression#ok if this is what some ppl's experience of ADHD meds is like then the 'they made me feel like a robot' thing makes a LOT more sense#personally they just make me feel like. yk that one comic abt ADHD with the dog metaphor#yeah amphetamines my beloved let me hold the leash rather than becoming a human dogsled to the whims of my psyche#actually i think i was rather uncharitable to my current dream mask normal pills#i just happened to get mega bitch burnout for 3 months and then spend 2 in the aforementioned peat bog where souls go to die#when not impeded by outside circumstances i think they actually are completely fine#maybe not QUITE as agressively effective as my previous prescription but the ritalin was str8 up harsh#i tried it again for a week and it made my heart beat like it was being powered by a caffienated hamster#but when i used to take it i was already experiencing Real paranoid gerbil anxiety so it just kinda blended in#i only noticed the Severe Health Issue i got bundled as a side effect#and i keep having to remind myself not to go rose-tinted abt how bad it rlly was in retrospect#do i just need to leave a sticky note on my mirror like 'hey dumbass that was NOT a net positive period of ur life'#lexi stfu challenge
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the more time passes since i first watched it, the more i like good omens season 2
#i definitely enjoyed it at first its a lot of fun but it also felt weird#having New Stuff with these characters when it's just been the one plot (the book's)(more or less) for years#so as it goes on and i'm rewatching it it's becoming more familiar to me so i guess i like it more#and it fits better as time goes on. i'm getting used to the shape of it.#i'm seeing it more as what it is: a continuation of the show's events and not just 'oh there's this Completely New thing'#i still think maggie and nina could've been done better but overall yeah it doesn't feel as chunky as i originally thought it did#i kinda expected a plot that had more beef to it and not so much#'whoops gabriel's here! let's have some flashbacks!'#like it is pretty apparent that it's a season of filler (mostly)(WHICH IS GOOD I LIKE FILLER YIPEE FILLER)#but as i said i'm gettingused to the shape of it as funsies and filler and not necessarily as 'whoa plot plot plot!!! stakes!!! plot!!!' yk#and yeah quiet gentle and romantic is a good description#i mean. the last fifteen minutes đ but the entire rest of it IS mostly sweet and nice and silly and i love that!!!!#bluebird.txt#good omens#good omens spoilers#<- just in case
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it's that time:
Miss Universe National Costume 2024
is Here!
that's right! Everyone's favorite justification for the continued existence of beauty pageants has returned. with Looks!
Some of this year's top Themes include:
foliage!
gold!
weapons!
giant birds!
letting seventh-graders make your costume, apparently!
I did watch the video, but the most complete version I could find is missing a bit at the beginning. So I can't tell you what the inspiration was for anything before Bolivia; on the bright side that's fewer shitty rhyming couplets I had to suffer through.
Let's begin with:
Miss Angola! Tone down the color palette a little, and this honestly could have worked for that year the Met Gala was Catholicism- themed.
Miss Argentina, looking just thrilled about the sparkly toucan on her head. I feel like this is supposed to read as some combination of jungle/river/waterfall but this is from the part that I couldn't find on video.
Miss Aruba, I don't know if your giant spangly bird headdress was supposed to look like a potoo, but I am choosing to believe that it's on purpose and I love that for you.
(okay I checked, it's an endangered Aruban burrowing owl. even better!)
This is like the fourth year in a row Miss Australia has just worn a regular-ass gown. Do better!
You know who's doing better? Miss Bahamas, is who. Look at that giant fish. I wish I had video of this, I bet it moves.
Ah yes, when I think of Belarus I definitely think 'verdant tropical foliage.' also is it just me or is does the bodice fit very weird.
Holy shit, Miss Bolivia. This is where the video kicks in, so I can tell you that she somehow managed to dance in it. I'm a little afraid that this costume is going to eat Miss Aruba.
Miss Bonaire is from a Caribbean island that I don't think has ever competed in Miss Universe before? They have a national marine park that this costume is based on, which is is nice!
Miss Botswana's costume is made of leather and cowrie shells, and she is clearly having a great time being able to move freely without 75 pounds of headdress or platform heels. She did a very cute dance that kind of felt like a flex on her more heavily encumbered competitors.
Miss Brazil is wearing a tribute to Brazil's mineral wealth, which is something that basically every country with a mine in it has done at some point. I like the pannier-esque things, I guess.
Love a Tribute To A Weirdly Specific Thing, and Miss British Virgin Islands' mail-themed costume is a wonderful example of such.
Miss Bulgaria showed up dressed as a supervillain, her outfit is vaguely themed around 'the strength of women' and she just spat out a MOUTHFUL of BLOOD? on stage??? No idea how to react to that, frankly.
I'm going to pause to get the next batch of images together, and also to recover from the 'spat out a mouthful of blood' thing, because I was NOT prepared for that.
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ARE YOU JEALOUS?
Summary: Sassy!Kook!Reader gets jealous when she sees Rafe Cameron close with another girl...
Content: neck sucking (?), childhood friends to lovers, kind of mean!rafe in one scene, bullying lol, suggestive towards the end but just a tiny bit.
Words Count: 5.5k ... i don't know what the fuck happened...
Aliyah's talking: IDK if i fw this or not but i hope yall will lolz <3 Thank you so much for the love on Protective Instincts btw!!!! I am so grateful and surprised that many of you all enjoyed it. Hope u'll enjoy this one too đŠˇ
Sunlight streamed into Sarahâs room, casting a soft, golden glow over the space as you lounged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine. You both were sprawled across the plush, yellow covers, surrounded by half-empty bags of chips and scattered makeup palettesâevidence of an afternoon well spent. Sarah was perched by the vanity, trying on different lip glosses, all of which looked beautiful on her, but she insisted on which one was the best.
âSo, tell me again,â she started, holding up a tube of shimmery pink gloss and squinting at it thoughtfully. âWhy donât you go for Jake? I mean, heâs cute, heâs smartââ
âAnd boring. He is boring,â you interjected, rolling your eyes with a laugh. âCome on, Sarah, you know how I am. I need someone with a little more⌠edgeâŚ? Someone that could handle me but also play the game, you know?â
Sarah smirked, setting the lip gloss down and turning to face you. âEdge⌠Handling your attitude⌠Iâm afraid that weirdly sounds like someone we both know.â
âYou think youâre so funny, huh?â you said, shooting her a mock glare.
She laughed, completely unbothered. "What? Iâm just stating the facts!" She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, my brother definitely fits both criteria, soâŚâ
You were listening to her but stopped when your phone buzzed. Out of habit, you unlocked it and opened the notification from Instagram; Topper posted a new story and you watched it. The screen was filled with a shaky video of the beach, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over everything. You recognized some people, but your attention zeroed in on Rafe, right in the center of it all. He was grinning, his arm slung around a girl who was laughing and pulling him closer, like they were the only two people on the beach.Â
You felt a quick, unwelcome pang in your chest.
âHey, whatâs got you so interested?â Sarahâs voice broke through your thoughts, and you glanced back at her, masking any hint of emotion with a casual smirk.
You locked the screen and tossed the phone aside. âNothing. Just Topperâs beach parties and Instagram stories.â
She gave you a skeptical look, folding her arms. âDonât lie to me. I know you better than yourself, what did you see in that story, Y/N?â
You hesitated, but then shrugged, trying to play it off. âRafe was at the party with some girl. A new girl. Itâs not a big deal.â
âAh, I see,â she said with a raised eyebrow. âYou know heâs always messing around with someone new. But⌠I thought you didnât care about what he was up to.â
âI donât,â you said, a bit too quickly, crossing your arms. âHe can do whatever the hell he wants.â
âRight. So, you donât care at all?â
You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. âLook, I just donât get whatâs so special about him that girls keep falling over themselves to be around him. Thatâs all.â
She nodded with a giggle. âYeah, no, I definitelyââ
âAnd doesnât it bother anyone that heâs got a new girl every week? I mean, if I were one of those girls who actually liked him, Iâd be furious. Wouldnât you, Sar?â You barely paused before continuing, not even waiting for her answer. âItâs honestly just sad because Rafe really isnât even all that. Sure, he can be fun and nice sometimes, but heâs also a huge asshole with a big fucking ego. Is it just me, or is everyone blind to that?â
Sarah was quiet for a moment, studying you with a thoughtful expression before she finally spoke up. âYou know what? I think we could both use a break from overthinking anything about the opposite sex. How about we get out of here and grab some smoothies? I heard thereâs a new spot by the marina.â
You nodded, grateful that she didnât talk about your little moment. âYeah, letâs go.â
Sarah grabbed her bag, giving you one last teasing smile. âSmoothies and maybe some retail therapy afterward?â
âSounds like a plan,â you replied, letting the idea of a carefree afternoon replace the lingering thoughts of Rafe. Whatever he was up to, it was his business. You werenât about to let it ruin your day.
The soft hum of the fridge and the rhythmic clinking of silverware filled the kitchen as you, Sarah, and Rafe gathered around the island, your weekly routine as ingrained as the family photos lining the walls. The night was settling in, casting a cozy stillness over the room. You were only half-listening as Sarah rambled on about her weekend plans, your attention instead focused on pushing pasta around on your plate, not particularly hungry.
Rafe sat across the counter, leaning back in his chair with an ease that always seemed to irritate you. He had been quiet, too but you knew he wouldnât last long. Sure enough, he broke the silence.
âAlright,â he began, raising an eyebrow at you, âwhatâs up with you tonight? Youâre awfully quiet.â
You didnât look up, keeping your tone purposefully casual. âNothingâs up,â you replied, hoping heâd let it go. But you knew better.
âCome on,â he pressed, tilting his head in that infuriatingly smug way. âWhereâs that feisty attitude you always have? Usually, by now, youâd have already made at least five smartass comments about my shirt or something.â
You let out a short, unimpressed laugh, finally meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. âMaybe I just ran out of things to say about you, Rafael. Ever think of that?â
He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. âNah. Youâve got an endless supply of attitude, Y/N. Iâd be shocked if you were ever actually out of material.â He took a sip from his glass, watching you over the rim with that familiar, infuriating smirk.
Sarah shot you a look, her mouth twisted in a tired smile as she mouthed, here we go. She had seen this routine a thousand times before.
âYou really think I spend that much time thinking about you?â you fired back, folding your arms over your chest and fixing him with an unimpressed stare.
âOh, I donât think,â he replied smoothly, leaning in a little closer, âI know. Admit it. Iâm in your head, arenât I?â
You let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in your chair as you tossed him an indifferent look. âRight. Youâre the center of my world, Rafe. Canât you tell?â
He chuckled, clearly enjoying this. âYou know, when youâre this quiet, itâs like a fucking flashing neon sign saying, âSomethingâs upâ. Might as well tell me now.â
You rolled your eyes. You knew that engaging with him like this was a slippery slopeâonce you started, he never let up. But for some reason, tonight, you couldnât help yourself.
âHonestly, I donât have the energy for your little mind games tonight,â you said, trying to sound as bored as possible. âSo, if youâre expecting me to entertain you, youâre gonna be disappointed.â
âOh, come on. I donât believe that for a second,â he shot back, leaning back casually in his chair as if he had all the time in the world to wear you down. âYou love this. Sparring with me? Itâs basically your favorite hobby.â
You scoffed, shaking your head. "Didnât realize my silence was such a tragedy for you.â
âOh, it is. I mean, where else am I supposed to get my daily dose of attitude?â He leaned back, feigning a pout. âCome on, youâre no fun like this. Did something happen?â
You rolled your eyes, twirling your fork in the pasta as if it held your entire focus. âWhy would you care? Iâm sure you have more important things to worry about. Maybe more girlââ
Sarah let out a sigh, interrupting before Rafe could respond. âHonestly, do you two ever get tired of this? Weâre supposed to be having dinner, and it feels like Iâm watching some sort of weird rom-com.â
You shot Sarah an exasperated look. âThereâs nothing romantic about this, Sar. Itâs called surviving.â
âRight,â Sarah said, clearly unconvinced. âBut could you maybe survive without the constant bickering? Just once?â
Rafe smirked, clearly unfazed by Sarahâs comment as he turned back to you. âI donât know. I think she secretly enjoys it. You should see how she lights up when she gets going.â
âFuck off,â you muttered, taking a long sip from your glass and hoping it would mask the heat you could feel rising in your cheeks.
He watched you with an amused glint in his eye, clearly picking up on your discomfort. âA little defensive, arenât we? I mean, Iâm just stating the obvious here. Youâve been on edge all night. Care to share with the class whatâs really bothering you?â
You set your glass down with a little more force than necessary, fixing him with a glare. âYou really think everythingâs about you, donât you?â
âNot everything,â he replied, shrugging casually. âJust the things that involve you. Because, for some reason, every time youâre in a mood, it usually has something to do with me.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but then closed it again, unsure of how to respond without giving anything away. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâd hit a nerve, even if he had.
âWhatâs the matter, princess?â he continued, pushing his plate aside as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. âDid something happen between you and Jake, huh? I thought you two were casually talkââ
You groaned, frustrated that heâd brought Jake into it. âThereâs nothing to say about Jake. Iâm just tired, okay? Not everything has to be about some guy.â
âOh, Iâm aware,â Rafe replied, his tone laced with a hint of smugness. âBut Iâd say youâre a little moreâŚon edge than usual. So, it has to be about that guy, rightâŚâ
âJakeâs got nothing to do with this,â you said, your tone steady. âUnlike you, he actually knows how to mind his own business.â
Well, youâre just lying because youâve never taken the time to actually learn about Jake and what type of person he was. As bitchy as it sounded, you were using him as a distraction.
You stared at him, hoping your silence would be enough to make him drop it. But, of course, he didnât.
Rafe crossed his arms as he studied you, his gaze never wavering. âSo, youâre saying you prefer a guy who lets you get away with whatever you want, then?â
You scoffed. âNo, Rafe. I am saying I prefer a guy who doesnât feel the need to stick his nose into everything I do. You know, a guy whoâs secure enough to let me be without constantly needing to provoke me.â
âYeah, I see,â he replied, nodding softly. âSo, basically, youâre looking for someone boring. Someone who doesnât challenge you, who just lets you coast by. Am I right?â
You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. âYou think you know me so well, donât you? Donât flatter yourself, Cameron. I can find someone else to annoy me if I really wanted to.â
Rafeâs eyes darkened, but that infuriating smirk stayed in place, like he thrived on every bit of tension between you. He cocked an eyebrow, leaning forward, his voice a low, taunting whisper. âOh yeah? Who, exactly? Jake? Heâs perfect for youâgoody-two-shoes, never steps out of the fucking line. Because, letâs be honest, youâd crush him. Heâd never call you out, never push you.â He paused, and there was a bitterness beneath his words, hidden but unmistakable. âHeâd be safe.â
A bitter smile twisted your lips, the pain creeping into your voice despite your best efforts. âAt least Jake knows how to be respectful. He wouldnât stoop to tearing me down just to get a rise. He wouldnât need to.â
Rafe scoffed, his amusement tinged with a hint of anger. âRespectful? Fuck that. You want someone to play nice and tell you what you want to hear, go right ahead. But I think we both know thatâs not what you really want.â He took a step closer, his gaze fierce, challenging. âYou think Iâm the bad guy because Iâm not afraid to tell you the truth. I donât play pretend. Iâm not here to tell you sweet liesâIâd rather see who you really are, even if that means pissing you off.â
You narrowed your eyes, fury blazing in your chest. He was looking right at you, like he could see through every layer you tried so hard to put up. But there was something deeper in his gaze, a flicker of something that made your heart race even as anger burned within you. And you hated that he could do thatâmake you feel so exposed, so raw, yet so alive all at once.
But to him, this was just another game. He thrived on your frustration, on the way he could get under your skin with just a few well-placed words. It was a twisted power play, a battle neither of you were willing to lose. And for a moment, the air between you was charged, almost electrifying, the tension so thick it was nearly suffocating.Â
You wanted to hate him, but a part of you couldnât help but wonder if he was rightâif he really did see through to the parts of you that no one else dared to touch.
But that only made you angrier, and you felt a surge of resentment rise within you, pushing you over the edge. With a sudden flash of fury, you slammed your fists onto the table, the sound echoing through the room, your voice sharp and cutting. âYou know what? Fuck you, Rafe Cameron.â
Without another word, you turned and stormed out.
The sound reverberated through the Cameron household, leaving a heavy silence. Rafe stood there, fists clenched, trying to swallow down the mix of anger and something elseâsomething that felt dangerously close to longing.
Sarah raised an eyebrow at her brother. âYouâre a fucking asshole, you know that?â
Rafe shot her a look, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. âYou donât get it, Sarah. Sheâs⌠Sheâs infuriating.â
But then he hesitated, his gaze drifting toward the door you had just stormed out of. The edge of his lips twitched in a way that was all too vulnerable, too honest. âBut thereâs something about her,â he admitted, his voice softening. âSheâs fierce and passionate. When sheâs angry, itâs like sheâs alive in a way I canât help but be drawn to. Itâs frustrating, but⌠but sheâs not afraid to challenge me, to call me out.â He paused, searching for the right words, his heart racing.
âAnd so that makes it right for you to annoy her to that point?â
He shrugged. âI donât know. I canât help it. I want her to see the real me, too. Itâs like I canât breathe when sheâs around and thenâwhen she leaves? Itâs like the air just⌠disappears.â He ran a hand through his hair, a mix of confusion and desire etched across his features. âShe challenges me in ways I never expected, and it drives me insane, but I canât help but want more of her.â
âWow,â Sarah said softly, her voice full of surprise. âI didnât think Iâd see the day Rafe Cameron talked about someone like thisâbut mess around with her like that one more time, and Iâll hurt you.â
The sun spilled into your bedroom, casting a warm glow that felt inviting. But you stirred, still brimming with the tumult of emotions from last night. Rafeâs words echoed in your mindâhis teasing, the way he pushed your buttons, and the way your heart raced despite your annoyance. You groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over your head, hoping to drown out the memories.
But then laughter broke through the haze of your thoughts. It was bright and carefree, drifting in through the open window. Intrigued, you tossed off the blanket and slid out of bed, your curiosity piqued. A quick glance outside revealed the source of the joyful sounds: Sarah, Wheezie, and Rafe were out by the pool, splashing water and playfully throwing each other around.
Rafe, wearing nothing but swim trunks that hung low on his hips, was the centerpiece of the scene, effortlessly drawing your gaze. His tanned skin glimmered, accentuating the muscles that rippled as he dove and surfaced in the water, laughter spilling from his lips, infectious and buoyant.
You caught yourself ogling him, eyes roaming over the way the water dripped from his hair, the way his body moved with ease and confidence. It wasnât fair, reallyâhow could someone be so effortlessly captivating? The sun caught the edges of his grin as he tossed Wheezie playfully into the pool, the sound of her laughter ringing out like music.
You were lost in the moment, so caught up in the heat of his gaze that you didnât even notice the way your thighs clenched together, craving the contact that felt just out of reach. All you could think about was the overwhelming desire to touch himâeverywhere. You imagined your hands gliding over his toned chest, feeling the hard flex of his biceps beneath your fingertips, tracing the lines of his powerful arms as they wrapped around your body, waist, and ass pulling you closer.
You wanted him. God, did you want him.
Why did he have this effect on you? Why was he constantly invading your thoughts, even now?
A sudden buzz from your phone pulled you from your reverie. You grabbed it from the bedside table and saw a message from Sarah: âGet your ass out here! Weâre in the pool, itâs fun! Youâll want to join us!â
A smile tugged at your lips at Sarah's enthusiasm, but a moment of hesitation passed as you remembered the tension of last night. Still, you didnât want to be the odd one out. With a determined sigh, you pulled yourself away from the window and began to get ready.
You rummaged through your drawers, searching for that one bikini that made you look stunning and earned you a handful of compliments every time you wore it. Finally, you found it: a deep emerald green that contrasted perfectly against your skin tone. It was cut high, accentuating your legs, the top was daring, showing just enough to leave to the imagination. You paired it with a pair of denim shorts.
You headed towards the back door, nerves swirling in your stomach. As you stepped outside, the head of the sun hit you like a wave, and the sounds of laughter grew louder.
âYouâre awake!â Sarah exclaimed, her voice bright and cheerful. âI thought weâd have to drag you out here!â
You laughed lightly, feeling a playful energy surge within you. âIâm here, arenât I?â You shot back, trying to keep your tone light as you made your way toward the pool.
Wheezie exclaimed, eyes wide of admiration. âWow, Y/N! Look at you!â
âThanks!â you replied, trying to play it cool but secretly loving the attention. You glanced at Rafe, who had turned to face you, and your heart raced at the sight of him leaning against the poolâs edge, water cascading down his toned body.
His gaze lingered on you, a mix of surprise and appreciation playing across his features. âWell, well, if it isnât the queen herself,â he teased, that infuriating smirk stretching across his face. âNice of you to join us.â
You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, feigning indifference as you busied yourself with anything but him. The events of last night were still fresh in your mind, a heated clash that left you reeling and more than a little irritated. You were determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
âOh, so I get the silent treatment?â he drawled, his voice dripping with playful disbelief. âIâm devastated,â he added, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly irresistible smirk that always made your heart flutter.
Instead, you focused on Sarah and Wheezie, who were gleefully splashing water at each other. You couldnât help but feel the pull of their energy.Â
Hours rolled by and you settled onto a lounge chair, you could feel Rafeâs eyes on you, the heat of his gaze igniting your skin in a way that both thrilled and annoyed you. He was still in the pool, looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. You didnât know but you were driving him crazy with that attitude of yours, this whole ignoring thing and your fucking bikini.Â
Sarah and Wheezie went inside the house to prepare some snacks and drinks for us because we were getting hungry and thirsty, leaving only Rafe and you.Â
You pulled your phone, pretending to scroll through social media, anything to distract yourself from the way your heart raced at his presence. A notification lit up your phone, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jakeâs name flash across the screen. The excitement surged through you as you opened the message:
"Hey, gorgeous. I really like you, and Iâd love to take you out sometime. You in?"
He was cuteâway too cute.
A grin crept onto your lips, and for once, you allowed yourself to enjoy the attention from someone who wasnât toying with your emotions. Someone who actually seemed genuine. No games, no mixed signals. Just interest. The kind that felt refreshing after dealing with someone who never seemed to know what he wanted.
You barely had time to revel in it before Rafeâs voice cut through the moment, sharp and demanding. âWhatâs got you smiling like that?â
Your grip tightened on your phone instinctively, and you flicked your gaze up to him, feigning nonchalance. âOh, nothing. Just a friend,â you said, slipping your phone screen down against your thigh.
Rafe wasnât buying it. His eyes narrowed, skepticism written all over his face. âJust a friend, huh?â His voice had that dangerous edge to it, the one you knew too well. âFunny, you donât usually smile like that over friends.â
You felt his eyes burning into you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. âReally? Maybe you donât know me as well as you think,â you teased, biting back the smirk threatening to break free.
Rafeâs jaw clenched. âWho was it?â
âLike I said, just a friend,â you repeated, your voice smooth, but now you were teasing on purpose. You could feel his irritation rising, and part of you enjoyed it. âWhat, are you jealous or something?â
He scoffed, though you didnât miss the way his eyes darkened. âWhy the hell would I be jealous?â he snapped, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you. âIâm just asking a question.â
âUh-huh.â You raised an eyebrow, leaning back and tilting your head, watching him closely. âRight. Just a casual question, huh? Totally doesnât sound like someoneâs jealous.â
His hands were now resting on the edge of the pool, gripping it just a little too tightly. âIâm not jealous,â he repeated, but the way his gaze darted to your phone said otherwise. âBut if itâs someone trying to get at you, then yeah, I wanna know. Who is it?â
âSomeone,â you said vaguely, enjoying the fact that Rafe was teetering on the edge of losing it. âSomeone whoâs interested, clearly.â
Rafeâs eyes flared, and the jealousy in his voice became impossible to miss. âInterested in what? You?â His lips curled into a scowl, his muscles tense. âWhat, you think some random guyâs gonnaââ
âMaybe,â you cut in, your smile growing. âMaybe heâs actually straightforward, you know? No mind games, no drama. Just a guy who knows what he wants.â
His brows shot up, the implication stinging. âAnd you think I donât know what I want?â
You shrugged, not backing down an inch. âWell, you never seem to make it that clear. Maybe someone else is going to take your place as myââ
The possessiveness in his eyes flared. He pushed himself up out of the pool, water dripping from his shoulders as he moved closer, his presence looming over you. âNo oneâs stepping up, got it? No oneâs taking my place.â
You met his gaze, unflinching, even as your heart raced a little faster. âOh? And what exactly is your place, Rafe?â
He leaned in, the heat between you practically crackling. âYou know damn well where my place is,â he murmured, his voice low, daring, yet with a hint of uncertainty creeping in. âAnd Iâm not about to let some bitch ass slide in because you think I donât care.â
You smiled, tilting your head, savoring the tension. âSeems like you do care. Maybe more than you want to admit.â
âBecause I do care, Y/N,â he murmured softly, swiping his wet thumb across your cheek. âI told you already that I cared way too damn much.â
Rafeâs thumb lingered on your cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through your body despite the heat of the day. His eyes held yours, dark and intense, as if he were trying to convey all the words he couldnât quite say aloud. The air between you was thick, charged with a tension that had been building for far too long.
You swallowed hard, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle. âYour way of showing it is fucked, Rafe.â
Your words were meant to cut, but they came out softer than you intended, almost like a challenge. His jaw tightened, but instead of snapping back with some cocky retort, he stepped even closer. The scent of chlorine and his skin invaded your senses, and you couldnât help but notice how his muscles tensed as he towered over you, dripping with water, his presence commanding.
âI care,â he repeated, his voice lower now, almost a growl. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back to your eyes, like he was making a decision in real time. âI care more than you know.â
Before you could muster a reply, his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, your breath hitching as his lips hovered near your ear. âI think you know exactly what my place is,â he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken desire. âAnd youâre not running from it.â
His breath was hot against your skin, sending a wave of heat cascading down your spine. He didnât move right away, as if savoring the tension that crackled between you, the nearness, the inevitability of it all. Your heart pounded in your chest, your pulse quickening as his lips brushed, ever so lightly, against the sensitive spot just below your ear.
You gasped, your hands instinctively gripping the fabric of your shorts as your body reacted to him, heat pooling low in your belly. âRafeâŚâ you whispered, not quite a protest, but not quite giving in either.
But he wasnât about to back down now. He shifted closer, his mouth grazing the curve of your neck, soft at first, then firmer, the scrape of his teeth making your pulse race. Your skin ignited under his touch, and a low moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.
âYou feel that?â he whispered, his lips trailing lower, his voice husky and thick with need. âThatâs not some game. Thatâs real.â
Your body arched toward him of its own accord, your resistance melting as his hands slid down to your waist, fingers pressing firmly into your skin, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his lips teasing, torturing, as they brushed along your collarbone. Every touch, every whisper was setting your nerves alight, and you were dizzy with the intensity of it.
âYouâre such an ass,â you muttered, trying to keep a shred of control, but your voice lacked conviction.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. âMaybe,â he agreed, his lips brushing the spot just beneath your ear again, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. âBut you canât stop thinking about me, can you?â
You hated how right he was. You hated how easily he could unravel you, how even now, you were leaning into his touch, craving more of it. But there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of hearing it.
âStop being so cocky,â you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered with the desire that coursed through you.
But Rafe wasnât in the mood to stop. His hand slid to your lower back, pulling your body flush against his, the coolness of his skin mingling with your own heat. You could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling as his lips grazed your shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin, just enough to make you shudder.
âAdmit it,â he murmured against your neck, his voice a deep, rough command. âYou want this.â
You closed your eyes, fighting to hold onto your last thread of self-control, but the tension between you was overwhelming, suffocating. His lips moved lower, placing slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Your breath came in ragged gasps as your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world.
âRafeâŚâ you breathed, your voice barely audible, as his hand slid down to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin possessively. You could feel his breath on your neck, his lips hovering just above the place where your pulse raced beneath the surface.
âI want you, Y/N,â he whispered against your skin, his voice raw, filled with the desire that had been simmering between you for what felt like forever. âAnd Iâm not letting anyone else have you.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could think better of it, your hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, your body aching for the contact youâd been denying yourself for so long.
Your lips collided with his in a heated rush, all the pent-up tension and desire finally unraveling between you. Rafeâs hands immediately gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you like heâd been waiting for this moment forever. His lips were demanding, rough and hungry, but there was a softness to the way he held you, like he wanted to savor every second. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his wet hair, feeling the slickness of the pool water on his skin as his body pressed against yours.
The taste of him, mixed with the faint tang of chlorine, was intoxicating. It was all-consuming, drowning out every rational thought. He kissed you like he was staking his claim, like he wanted to erase any trace of doubt from your mind, and for a moment, you let him. Your body responded instinctively, arching against his as his hands roamed down your back, gripping you tighter.
When you finally broke apart, both of you gasping for air, Rafeâs forehead rested against yours, his eyes dark with desire and something deeperâsomething more vulnerable. His chest heaved as he looked at you, his breath coming in ragged bursts. âI like you, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. âI like you so much it drives me crazy. No more pretending.â
You stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of the cocky facade he usually wore, but it was gone. This was Rafe stripped bare, no teasing, no arroganceâjust raw honesty. It made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the kiss.
Your breath caught in your throat as you considered what he was saying. Could you trust him? Could you really let your guard down and give in to this, knowing how easily he could hurt you?
But before you could overthink it, he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache, and all your doubts melted away. At that moment, it didnât matter what had happened before, or what might happen after. All that mattered was how he made you feel right nowâwanted, desired, seen.
Rafe pulled back, his thumb brushing gently against your bottom lip, his eyes flicking between yours. âTell me you feel it too,â he whispered, his voice rough, almost pleading. âTell me Iâm not the only one. Tell me, princess.â
You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. There was no point in pretending anymore. âYouâre not,â you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. âYou drive me crazy, Rafe, tooâI donât want to feel this way, but I do.â
His lips curved into a small, triumphant smile, but there was relief in his eyes too, like heâd been holding his breath, waiting for you to say it. âGood,â he murmured, his hand cupping your face as his thumb stroked your cheek. âBecause I donât think I can let you go.â
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My Boss Won't Be Happy About This - A.H
a/n: back to bimbo brain rot!!!! inspired by the first season that one episode (you know the one) where hotch is all macho man with elle in jamaica
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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader
summary: youâre wrongfully arrested and hotch is not happy about it
warnings: creepy officer, inaccuracies of how law enforcement works, hotch being sexy
wc: 1.3k
"Listen I'm not the type of girl to tell someone how to do their job, but I just don't think you're doing it right."
You were speaking to an empty room, or at least, you were speaking to the mirror in front of you. It's the kind of mirror you had seen in countless interrogation scenes, the kind you usually image Hotch standing behind. You let your gaze linger, wondering if eyes are studying you from the other side, listening to your monologue.
"Well, that, and I also just don't think it's very nice." Your brand spanking new heels were tapping against the dirty floor.Â
You weren't happy about that. You weren't happy about any of this. Your feet ache, but the fear of the germs lurking on the floor paralyzes any thoughts of relief by removing your shoes.
"And hey, shouldn't I get a phone call? That's a rule, I think," you mumble, lips turning downward in an unusual frown. It seems like the right time for it. "My boss is not going to take this well. I mean, he's got this look, you know? The kind that makes you want to apologize for things you didn't even do."
You conjured up his daunting expression and released a jittery laugh, all while striving to disregard the biting cold blasting from the AC vent, which seemed determine to freeze you into place.Â
You were seriously out of your element, not just in surroundings but in dress--so form-fitting it left very little to the imagination. It seemed to be a good idea for a date. That was before you realized said date would be a complete disaster. Now, it felt like a trap. It had been a spectacle for a man unworthy of the effort, and as you sat in this rigid chair, you found yourself tugging at the hem every other moment, a futile attempt to preserve some semblance of modesty.
"So, when he hears about this little error... Well, let's just say I wouldn't want to be in your shoes." Six hours had passed in this dreary space, and you could feel your sanity fraying at the edges. You muttered, half to yourself, "Not that they're as cute as mine, but you get the point."
The door hinge's creak made you sit bolt upright, a silent supplication for Hotch's rescue echoing through your mind. But today, it seemed, the gods were indifferent. The officer who had arrested you stepped in.
"Having fun talking to yourself?"
You flashed your sweetest smile. "Oh, tons! But I'd have much more fun if you'd uncuff me."
He said nothing, folding his arms over his chest as he dragged his gaze up and down your body in a way that made your skin prickle in discomfort. You attempted to dispel the creeping dread, but it stubbornly lingered.
You did what you could to cover up, despite the awkward angle of your arms. "Listen, this is all just a big mistake. I work for the FBI," you insisted, though it was clear the officer's attention was fixated on your tits rather than your words. "Well, I mean, I'm an assistant for the unit chief of the BAU unit. You've heard of Aaron Hotchner, haven't you?"
The officer's mouth closed without a word, as the door was thrust open yet again, and this time, your heart leapt in recognition. Your knight in shining armor with a lethal expression.
His eyes instantly zeroed in on the officer with a look that could curdle blood, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that you weren't the object of his anger. He approached you wordlessly, his every motion precise and determined.
He carefully shed his jacket, a gesture he seldom made, and draped it across your shoulders. The fleeting caress of his hand against your skin was enough to make you lean into his touch. You let out a breath that you had been unconsciously holding back.Â
You watched as Hotch turned, his voice a low, steady force, his words carefully chosen and tinged with an unsettling peace. "Officer," he began, the title spoken almost as warning. "I believe there has been a grave misunderstanding. This woman is not only an esteemed member of the FBI, but she is also under my direct supervision."
He stepped closer, encroaching on the officer's personal space. You watched, almost in slow motion, as the officer's expression morphed into one of sheer terror, his earlier confidence dissolving like sugar in hot tea.
"Six hours," he continued, his voice never rising yet somehow it took up all the space in the confined room. "Six hours of unwarranted detention, without due process. I expect her immediate release. And make no mistake, this lapse in judgment will have its ramifications."
The officer was mute, his fingers clumsily unlocking the handcuffs, his movements hurried, his hands trembling. A twinge of pity flickered within you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the memory of considering the table as a makeshift blanket.
The moment the metal clicked open; you wasted no time. You flung your arms around Hotch, the pent relief and biting chill of the past few hours pouring out of you. You were desperate for warmth, specifically his warmth.
He stiffened, caught off guard by your actions. You feel the anger radiating through him, practically pulsing through his skin. As you clung to him, you felt the draft on your legs as your dress slid up, and without missing a beat Hotch's hand discreetly adjusted the fabric, all while keeping his eyes locked on the officer, a silent warning in his gaze.
Once he was certain you were decently covered, he allowed himself to draw him into his arms. One arm secured around your waist, the other weaving through your hair. You were cold. It renewed another tide of rage through his bloodstream.
With the officer's departure, the room's oppressive atmosphere lightened a touch, leaving you still latched onto your boss.
"Oh, sir, you wouldn't believe it," you started, his hands tracing up your spine and sparking a trail of goosebumps that had nothing to do with the chill. "They kept asking me about a heist, as if I'd know anything about that! And then they show me this picture, and I mean, sure, she had my hair, but that's about it."
You rambled on, and he let you, the absurdity of the situation pouring out in a stream of consciousness. Hotch's hold on you tightened. You could sense the coiled tension in him, a tempest of anger held a bay.
"And the room, it was so cold! I mean, I'm sure you can tell. My teeth were chattering, and all I could think of was how I'd rather be filing your paperwork or listening to Reid's factoids about the quantum mechanics of coffee beans."
You felt Hotch's breath on your hair as he let out a sigh.Â
"I'm just glad you're here now," you whispered, finally allowing yourself to relax in his embrace.
Hotch gave a curt nod, his jaw set. He was itching to confront the officer, to unleash a tirade not meant for your ears. But he was well aware of how much you needed him right now, and that trumped everything in his book.
Hotch took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "This isn't just incompetence; it's negligence. I will have this place reevaluated for its standards, or lack thereof."
You took a step back, hands still resting on his arms, and he maintained his grip on your waist. "I bet this is the last time you'll let me go on a date without a full background check on the guy, huh, sir?"
Hotch's hold on your waist firmed just a fraction. "Maybe it's the last time I let you go on a date, period."
He was only half-joking.
"Not even with you?" You tilted your head to meet his gaze, drawing his jacket closer around you.
Hotch just simply gives you that look, the one that says a thousand words without a sound. He's telling you to tread lightly.
"Alright, I'll be good," you giggle, the tension easing from your shoulders. "Can you take me home now, please?"
He nods, "Yeah, let's get you home."
And then he leads you out, thinking to himself that the next person to take you out will be him, but that's for him to know and you to find out later.
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Talk Dirty [Like You Need Love]
This song has me thinking heavily about expanding this into a fuller fic, so if people end up liking it, maybe I'll go ahead and finish it further! ⧠Summary: Chris was a great friend, picking you up from work whenever you had a late shift - so, it was only fair that you wanted to repay him. â§Â ⧠Word Count: 3.5k ⧠Warnings: Biker!AU, friends to ???, smut, slight dom! Chris, open ended â§Â ⧠Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns â§Â ⧠Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as Baby, Good Girl, Pretty, Chris is referred to as Baby, Channie ⧠Stray Kids Masterlist ⧠General Masterlist
The streetlights came and went in intermittent strobes, passing over the two of you as his motorcycle hummed along the sparsely occupied street.
Your arms were wrapped securely around his waist just as heâd taught you, the warmth of your body against his back combating the chill of the crisp night air - he really wished he hadnât forgotten his hoodie in his rush to pick you up.
âAre you cold?âÂ
As if reading his mind, your voice floated through the comms of his helmet and he shook his head, âIâm alright, baby - donât worry about me.â
Of course, you werenât easily swayed - it was a quality he loved about you, no matter how much he preferred to be the one to look out for everyone else, you were always there to double back on him with undeterrable determination; proved by the way you leaned a little more against his back.
He wouldnât have thought twice about your sweet gesture if it werenât for the shifting of your arms, your hands slowly splayed against his torso.
âI always worry about you, ChrisâŚâ Your voice was soft, dripping with sweet honey as your right hand wandered its way higher, following the soft defined path of his chest underneath his shirt. âItâs hard not to, if Iâm honest.â
He took a short breath, unsure if this was truly happening or if his mind was playing tricks on him and twisting your intentions to fit his deep seated desires.
That is, until your left hand carefully danced its way to his thigh, sitting nicely against the cotton of his sweatpants.
âYou always do so much for everyone else- do so much for me,â your hand flexed, nails pressing lightly against his thigh, âI just wanna do something for you in return, you know?â
The bike slowed to a roll as you reached a stoplight, Chris keeping the balance with his otherwise unoccupied leg while taking the opportunity to hold onto the outside of your own thigh.
âBe careful with your words, baby - you might give me the wrong idea.â
âAre my actions not enough?â You murmured, inching your hand higher, fingertips brushing along the inseam of his sweats, âShould I do more, Channie?â
His hand left the brake clutch to wrap around your wrist, electricity flowing through your veins like a completed circuit. âYou shouldnât do this. We shouldnât do this.â
âBut I want this, I need this.â
Your hand squeezed, your voice filling his head like the intoxicating lull of a sirenâs call.
âI need you.â
Green.
Chris tapped your thigh, ignoring the chill that ran down his spine when you seamlessly went back to holding onto him just like he taught you; arms around his waist, your body against his back.
The ride to his apartment felt like second nature with you - much like other things he did with you, if he were honest with himself - and the moment he pulled into his parking spot, his movements only felt more natural.
Switch engine off. Kickstand down.
Your hands slid up his back, gripping his shoulders as you eased yourself off of his motorcycle, and by the time your touch left him, Chris hopped from his seat with learned grace - his hands unbuckling and taking off his helmet in record time.
By the time your own helmet was off, cradled in your arms, his intense gaze caught your eyes, locking you in a stare off that said more than words could convey, yet their true meaning would be lost to memory with what left his lips.
âAre you sure about this?â He breathed, âTell me right now and Iâll take you home, and we can pretend none of this happened - just, tell me.â
âChris,â his name fluttered from your lips like butterfly wings, âI meant every word, Iâm sure, Iâm so sure-â
Before you knew it, his lips were on yours - the warmth of his palm settling on your cheek in a hold that dared your knees to give out from underneath you - but as fast as theyâd appeared, they vanished, leaving you dazedly blinking up at deep brown eyes.
âCâmon.â
The journey up to his apartment was a blur; the melodic chime of the front doorâs lock welcoming you to the final stage of your decision as he ushered you through the doorway.
Shoes haphazardly kicked off next to another pile of pairs and helmets stored on a shelf, the empty living room was graced with your presence for what felt like half a second before you were finally where you needed to be.
Chrisâs room was a place youâd only been inside of a handful of times, if not to stick your head in to announce your arrival when hanging out with his roommates, then to visit whenever he had a new snippet of a song he wanted to share; there wasnât a chance for a tour then, and there certainly wouldnât be a tour now.
With a subtle flick of a switch, the once dark room was suddenly bathed in a dim glow from the led lights lining the ceiling - warm and welcoming, much like the arms that wrapped around you from behind, followed by a soft pair of lips you were quickly getting used to pressing against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
His hold grew tighter as his lips ventured higher - a dotted line of kisses, a brush of his breath against the back of your ear, followed by the ghost of his lips along the shell.Â
âAre you still sure?â
Your eyelids fluttered, your lips parting to sigh out words evoked from the fantasies of your deepest desires, âIâm yours.â
He turned you around, and for the first time you were able to truly appreciate the feeling of his lips against your own - soft, likely from the myriad of lip care products your friends tease him for, a sensation you could find yourself craving every day and never growing tired of in the end.
You kissed him back with fervor, taking the liberty of cupping the line of his jaw with one hand while the other cradled the back of his neck, the faint curls of his hair tickling your fingertips.
Chris was the first to pull away, gifting you a fleeting peck when you tried in vain to follow him, just to reach overhead and tug his shirt up and off before unceremoniously dropping it to the floor. However, he barely gave you the chance to admire the view as his hands went to help you out of your hoodie while your own hands hastily went to tug up your shirt in the messy, frantic process.
Two articles down, the warmth of his hands were now free to meet your waist and his lips were on yours once more; his hold tightening as he took a step forward, nudging and guiding you backward until the backs of your legs met the edge of his bed. Obliging to his silent request, you sat down, using the strength in your arms to wiggle yourself up enough to lay comfortably on the full sized mattress and welcome the weight of him on top of you until it wasnât.
Looking up, you were met with his heated stare, all but devouring you with his eyes as he took in the view - though, you figured you fared the same way when your eyes ventured down, following the strong slope of his shoulders before taking in the sight of his chest.
It wasnât a view you hadnât seen before thanks to his aversion of shirts in his own home - granted, it was his apartment, so you couldnât fault him for the times heâd come out of his room to see you happily chatting away with his roommates unbeknownst to him - but you could now appreciate the details you wouldnât have taken in otherwise such as defined pectorals and the smallest beginnings of abs against his otherwise soft stomach.
Ending the unintentional standoff, Chris lent forward, his fingertips just barely grazing your lower stomach as they went to the button of your jeans, âCan I?â
âPlease.â
The corner of his lips ticked up but he ducked his head before you could see the smirk blossom, though you couldnât find yourself to care once your jeans were undone, lifting your hips to help him shuffle the garment down the length of your legs and watching him give them the same fate as your shirts.
âThese too?â He mused with a teasing lilt, eyes flicking from your own to the plain black panties you wore.
A short huff brushed past your lips, an unamused pout pursuing them. âChris.â
The sound of his delighted giggles bounced off the walls, reducing the heat of arousal to a nice simmer that your nerves greatly appreciated - that is, until his fingers hooked underneath the waistband and slowly pulled them off; the sensation of his knuckles dragging along your thighs drawing a soft gasp from you.
It wasnât long until they were down your legs, past your feet, and dropped off the edge of the bed, leaving you entirely bare from the waist down.
âFuckâŚâ He breathed, propping his knee on the bed as his hands slid up from your calves to the backs of your knees, caressing your skin before gently bringing them up and out - exposing your pussy to his pure delight. âLook at you, pretty girl.â
A wave of heat washed over you followed by an embarrassed whimper, âChris, donât say that.â
âWhy not?â Looking up, he cocked his head slightly, âYou said you were mine, which means Iâm allowed to compliment whatâs mine, yeah?â He bent down, maintaining eye contact as he kissed your knee softly, âYou belong to me, right, baby?â
Your heart jumped to your throat, his words working like a spell against your lust addled mind.
âI belong to you.â You breathed softly, melting into his hypnotizing gaze.
A pleased hum vibrated through him as he dipped his head to kiss the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against your skin, âGood girl.â
His kisses trailed higher and higher, growing messier and messier as he went - a nip here, a suck there, open mouthed and worshiping until he reached your pussy.
Just as he was about to dive in face first, your hand tugged at his hair, effectively breaking him out of his tunnel vision to give you his undivided attention.
âWhatâs wrong? Do you wanna stop? I can-â
âNo! God, no - itâs justâŚâ You took a deep breath, your bravado escaping you the instant you stopped him, âI want you to eat me out, but I wanna suck your dick too. I wanna make you feel good too, Channieâ
âYou wanna suck my dick, pretty?â A shiver ran down Chrisâs spine at the mere thought, his dick painfully straining underneath his boxer briefs and sweats. âFuck, youâre gonna be the death of me, you know that? Words like that coming from a mouth like yours - youâre a fucking dream.â
His presence left from between your legs and part of you felt silly for missing it until you saw him reaching for his sweatpants - even through the black fabric you were able to make out the noticeable bulge tenting the front - the waistband of Calvin Klein nudging you in the right direction of what he wore underneath.
Pushing both articles past his hips, your eyes were immediately glued to the dips in his pelvis - the Adonis belt, a fitting alternate description of his v-line until your attention jumped to a scattering of hair beneath his navel leading to seemingly maintained pubic hair.
However, your peep show was obscured by his head as he bent forward to take his clothes off the rest of the way, giving you the chance to mentally prepare for the grand reveal. By the time he stood straight again, you couldnât help the audible gasp that left you, your eyes widening as you took him in all his glory - all of the jokes his friends would make now having validity behind their digs.
âI hope thatâs a good reactionâŚâ Chris spoke sheepishly, his ears as red as a tomato as he averted his eyes to the side, one hand twitching to cover himself while the other anxiously rubbed the back of his neck.
âChris,â your soft call was enough to bring his eyes back to you, just in time to see you undoing your bra and tossing it to the floor, âI really want you in my mouth, baby.â
The air of shyness quickly left him as he smirked, making his way back onto the bed, âSay please.â
Reaching forward, your fingers danced along the underside of his jaw before you whispered, âPlease?â
It was almost instantaneous in the way you found yourself straddled over his face, his hands massaging the plush of your thighs as if he couldnât get enough of the way they squished and jiggled under his hold.
You leaned forward, eyes eagerly taking in his dick from the new angle; he was thick, probably an inch over average if you had to guess, with the prettiest veins that begged for your tongue to trace them.
âDonât force yourself to take me, okay?â He called from the other end, the feeling of his breath against your cunt sending chills down your spine. âI know Iâm⌠yâknow, big, so I donât want you to hurt yourself to make me feel good - you letting me do this is more than enough, baby.â
âI can do it Channie,â spitting into your palm, you graciously took him into your hand with a slow stroke, âIâll be okay.â
A low groan escaped him, your sudden touch sending him into the stratosphere, âJust- Be careful for me, alright?â
Humming in agreement, you wasted no time in littering his tip in butterfly kisses and kitten licks, slowly getting yourself used to the bittersweet taste of his precum.
âShitâŚâ Not holding himself back any longer, Chris slid his hands up to your hips before pulling you back onto his mouth, his tongue eagerly diving between your folds as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summerâs day.
The action made you jolt forward, though you barely moved an inch thanks to his hold on you, your lips parting to let a moan float through.
âMm, not too loud, baby,â he spoke against your pussy, kissing the hood of your clit, âdonât wanna wake up my roommates, yeah?â
As much as the idea called to something daring within you, you shook your head, using this as an opportunity to take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth; just enough to have the weight settle on your tongue while your hand stroked what you hadnât gotten to yet.
âThere you go.â
With that, he went back to exploring your pussy with his tongue, dipping past your walls every now and then before going back to dancing around your clit - his hands enjoying their new home on the curve of your ass.
To say the feeling of his mouth on you was mind numbing wouldâve been the understatement of a lifetime - it was as if he was eating you out in the most respectfully disrespectful way, the sounds of his lips sucking your clit paired with low, breathless moans before he went back to lapping up your arousal was pure debauchery.
You tried your best to be diligent, bobbing your head in time with the curls of his tongue against your slit while your fist used whatever drool that dripped from your lips as lubricant to keep each stroke smooth and slick - your efforts not going in vain by the way his thigh would flex, or the twitch of his hips - but you were quickly falling victim to the pleasure.
âTaste so fucking good, baby,â he mouthed against your pussy, as if moving even an inch away would be detrimental to his psyche, âcould stay here forever.â
The thought had you moaning around his cock, pulling away to give your lungs the reprieve of a full breath, only for a whined exhale to follow suit. âC-Chris, please.â
âPlease, what?â Flattening his tongue, he licked a fat stripe up before giving your clit the lightest kiss imaginable, âGonna come for me, pretty? Is that what you want?â
âN-No,â dropping your face to his thigh, you focused all of your energy into keeping your hand moving, âw-wanna make you come first, just- shit, just slow down a little!â
Chris hummed, feigning deep consideration, âBut what if I want you to come for me?â His right hand slid further between your legs, his index finger stroking your fluttering walls with the promise of something more, âYou said you wanted to repay me - so, let me make you come.â
Your hips bucked, muscles yearning to press back against the pressure to send you over the edge you were dangerously teetering over. âBut-â
âBaby,â the velvet drawl of the pet name earned a pitiful hum in response, âyou wanna make me feel good, donât you?â He felt your head nod against his thigh, huffing out a short chuckle before continuing, âYou wanna ârepayâ me for everything I do for you, right?â
âYes.â You sighed out, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his thumb replacing his finger in favor of toying with your clit.
âWell, guess what?â Dragging his thumb up, he pressed it against your slit, âWatching you come for me- Feeling you come for me is all I could ever want from you,â slowly pushing his thumb past your walls, he ghosted his lips against your inner thigh, âshow me how good Iâm making you feel, baby - do it for me, please.â
He punctuated his plea by swirling his tongue around your clit once more, thrusting his thumb in time with each flick while his left hand held your hip tightly.
Your mouth fell open, a moan fighting its way through your vocal chords only to come out as choked gasps, âCh-ah- Channie- Fuck- Channie p-please-â
Pressing his thumb in to the knuckle, Chris wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, humming out a low moan that proved to be the final straw to push you over the edge.
âChris- C-Chris-!â Lifting your head, you put your mouth over your arm in hopes of muffling the airy moans escaping you, your vision blurring behind pleasure-fueled tears as he worked you through your orgasm.
His thumb slipped from your entrance to make room for his tongue to lap up your cum, drinking you up like a tall glass of water after a day in the sun.
It didnât take long for you to catch your bearings, going to move away from his face until his hands tightened on your hips in silent challenge, a disgruntled grunt rising from your pure audacity of interrupting him.
âChannie, âs too much,â you whined breathlessly, wrenching your hand away from his - still hard - dick in favor of pushing yourself up onto your arms, âc-canât take it, baby, please.â
Pulling away with a lewd slurp, Chris heaved a heavy breath, combating the lightheadedness of his tunnel vision while you carefully maneuvered yourself away from him - shuffling around to hover your head over a pillow before collapsing in the empty space, your body gratefully welcoming the cool sheets against your skin.
Bated breaths danced in the otherwise quiet atmosphere, Chrisâs gaze locked on the ceiling as his lust-fogged brain tried to make sense of what just happened between the two of you.
âChannie?â
His heart fluttered at your soft call of his name, turning his head just to come across a sight that made his breath catch; you, his friend, laying beside him looking beautifully ruined with the golden afterglow of your orgasm that he gave you emanating from your body.
He tentatively licked his lips, goosebumps rising as your taste still lingered in his mouth, âYeah, baby?â
âI still wanna make you come.â You murmured softly, eyes blinking at him so innocently it almost felt wrong that it made his dick twitch at the sight. âI still owe you, after all.â
Chris huffed out a chuckle, lifting himself onto his forearm before hoisting himself above you, settling his hips between your legs as he caged you in with his arms - this was a sight he could get used to.
âInstead of making this out to be you repaying a debt, how about we turn it into a âthank youâ gift, hm?â Leaning his head down, he brushed his nose against yours, âYou thank me for the ride and the orgasm,â his lips ghosted against your own, âthen I thank you for thanking me.â
âChris, that wonât make any sense,â your voice was barely a whisper, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, âif you thank me, Iâll just thank you back - weâll be in a loop.â
âWeâll work out the details later, then.â He murmured before leaning forward, catching your lips with his and sharing your taste off of his tongue.
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i NEED to know how simon would react to his mail order bride getting all pretty one night.... like maybe the night of their wedding... and she's all nervous because she thinks he expects sex and she's so paranoid about offending him or making the wrong noises or just being a nuisance
mail-order bride
simon and mail order bride did not having a wedding; they are married before they meet. have a peek into their first evening together. (18+)
simon laid your suitcase down onto the floor of his bedroom. you look around anxiously, eyeing the bedroom that is supposed to be your own. there's a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, matching dark-wood nightstands on each side. there's one that's clearly being used, a phone charging there and a half-full glass of water.
there's a dresser on the far wall, littered with picture frames and small trinkets, seemingly from other countries. little russian dolls and different fabrics from different places, wooden elephants and small dishes of wonderful patterns. there's a few drawers open there, and when you make your way closer, you can see it's because they're empty. he must've emptied them out for you to use.
there's one picture frame that's face-down. you pick it up to peek at it, and you smile when you look at the picture there. it's simon and a few similarly-looking people. simon is in uniform, face clear of scars. there's an older woman on one side of him, and then on the other side is a little family of three, a sweet couple and a little toddler on the woman's hip. you put it back down facing up before turning back to your suitcase.
you were supposed to just put your pajamas on. simon had been cleaning up the kitchen, and you figure that meant it was time for bed. you rummage through your suitcase, going to reach for your pajamas when you see the little lingerie set you packed.
it still has the tags on it. it's a red pair of lace panties with a matching bra, complete with little crystal bows and lots of detail. you clutch the lace in your hands, looking towards the door. simon doesn't seem like the kind of man to ask you to do something you wouldn't want to do. but you don't know what his expectations might be. you don't know how he intends his wife to behave.
you stand and take the undergarments with you to the bathroom. you change into them, sliding the pieces on and adjusting them until they fit you nicely. you swallow hard as you look in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your body; your tummy, your thighs, over your breasts. you don't know if he'll even like what he sees. you don't know what he expected you to look like, if he got to choose, if he knows what you are underneath and wanted you because of it or in spite of it.
when you come out of the bathroom, simon is rummaging through one of his drawers. when he turns around to face you, he immediately turns back around.
"fuckin' christ--what the fuck are y'doin'?"
you flinch at the bite of his voice. you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to self-soothe, your eyes tearing immediately as you take in his reaction.
"i..." you stutter. "i...i-i thought--"
"you thought wot?" he snaps, and when he turns around to come closer, you panic, taking the straps in shaking hands and starting to pull them down your arms for him. "no, fuck, stop that--"
he puts his hands over yours before your breasts can spill out of the bra. he narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head, and you start to cry softly.
"s-simon, i'm sorry--i-i thought--"
"shhh," he shushes you. "just...quiet."
your bottom lip trembles as he takes the lace straps of your bra delicately and brings them back up, smoothing them back onto your shoulders. you close your eyes when he cups your cheeks, big thumbs wiping at your face as he soothes you silently.
when simon emerges in the bathroom, he tries to be subtle as he cups himself through his boxers, sighing deeply as he flicks the light on. he jumps a little as he steps back, the cat sitting on the edge of the sink and staring at him knowingly.
simon gives it the finger before shooing it back outside.
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Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.
Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! ૮ę°ŕžŕ˝˛ â¸â¸â¤â¤â¸â¸ ŕžŕ˝˛ęąá
A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33
Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didnât even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was âhe mustâve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lipsâ shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. heâd glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking âare you alright? Did you need a break, your hands arenât sore are they?âŚ.i can get you into a nice spa if youâd like. I donât want my best employee burnt outâ
Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! Heâd beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear âlet me help you out, boy?âŚI wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to youâ heâd mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business youâre sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you âbuy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..â and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him âoh youâre so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like thatââ heâd whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like itâs his lifeâs mission âcâmon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect thereâs a good boyâ
Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention âthey are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divineâ it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.
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My Girl
dean winchester x fem!reader
2.2k | angst, fluff
summary: some people just donât know when to quit, and when dean notices how uncomfortable you are with a local cop on a case, he canât seem to hold in his anger.
there was no way this hunt could get any worse.
you, sam, and dean had only been in this small, connecticut town for two days, and everything had already gone to shit. the lead witness was no help, there was barely any evidence, and to top it all off, you had to see him.
max mcmillan, the person you wished to never see again. you knew him in high school, being a friend of a friend and running into him on rare occasions.
max seemed like a nice guy, his only flaw was he always harboured a weird liking towards you. it wasnât something youâd deem stalkerish, just an observation that you had made over the years.
just your luck he was here now, working as one of the police officers on the case. you had politely smiled at him when you first saw him, but the second he realized who you were it was almost as though that keen liking he had towards you crawled back up.
he would always be around you. getting you coffee, trying to start up a conversation, and being way too close for your comfort. you could tell that dean had noticed this, and he seemed as though he was one more shoulder pat away from blowing a fuse.
dean could tell you were uncomfortable. he knew what you looked like when that chill of unease ran up your spine, and he knew how you were about physical touch.
you were never good with people touching you, even as a young child. if someone even grazed your hand you would unravel into a fit of tears, needing to be alone for the next couple of hours to calm yourself down.
no hugs, handshakes, hand holding, anything. you didnât have a healthy relationship with physical affection as a child, for both of your parents were not really the perfect candidates for mom and dad of the year. but you lived with it, and dealt with your no physical contact for many years to come.
that was until dean winchester came into your life.
you had met the infamous winchesters when bobby asked them to assist you on a ghoul case two years back, and since then, you three have been inseparable.
from the start you liked dean. he had this charm and whit about him that just reeled you in, wanting to know more. didnât help that he was absolutely gorgeous on top of it.
the boys almost instantly noticed your distaste for any physical touch. it was sam who saw you flinch when he went to go hug you after a tough case. since then, they have respected your wishes and didnât bring up the matter unless you did first.
as you and dean got closer, he would constantly catch you reaching out but reeling back at the last minute. he didnât want to make you uncomfortable, so he waited until you two officially started dating, making sure you were comfortable with him touching you.
you were, one hundred percent. dean winchester was the only person youâd allow to hug, touch, or even hold your hand. you were slowly warming up to sam, but any other person was completely off limits, and if dean noticed heâd be on their ass in a second.
so as he stood in this police precinct, a watchful eye on max as he leaned over your shoulder, practically breathing down your neck and making you tense immediately, dean wanted to beat into his face until he learned what personal space and boundaries were.
sam had noticed the manâs unwanted attention on you, but he also noticed the fury written on his brothers face and he wanted to defuse the situation as calmly as possible.
while they stood side by side, pretending to listen to some cop ramble on about a traffic cam that wasnât even in importance to the case, sam angled his head and whispered over to dean. âif you stare at him any longer i think you might explode his head.â
the older winchester just huffed, redirecting his eyes so he can look at sam. âwell if he doesnât back up than i might just have to.â the words came out like a bullet coming out of a gun; followed by dean straining his head so he could keep an eye on your facial expressions.
âshe can handle herself, dean. you donât need to worry about her all the time.â sam was right. you were perfectly capable in handling yourself and dean knew that. he just had a nagging feeling that this guy wasnât going to back off so easily.
you were on the verge of turning and clocking max in the face. his breath on your skin was making you uncomfortable and he was way too close for comfort.
âthe suspect couldnât have gone far since- Y/N?â you hadnât even realized you had zoned out, too busy being focused on calming your breathing and not breaking down.
âiâm sorry,â you spoke, taking a step back from max and turning towards the door. âiâll be back, i just need to get some fresh air.â you didnât even wait for a response as you sprinted towards the glass double doors, pushing them open and heavily breathing in the cool air.
leaning against the solid brick of the station, you tried to stop a panic attack from coming on. slowing your breathing, calming your thoughts, and taking in the fresh air was helping you get back on track. that was until you heard his nagging voice again.
âthere you are Y/N. i think you should come back inside, i think iâve found something.â max had come and stood so close to you it was like he was trying to mesh the two of you together. you couldnât take it anymore, taking a giant step back and reeling your hands out in front of you.
âmax, i am so sorry but can you please give me some personal space?â he seemed taken aback by your words, halting in all movement he was planning on doing. you realized you couldâve been nicer but this had been going on for two days and you were sick and tired of acting like you were fine.
doing the complete opposite of what you had asked, max started to step closer to you. âwhatâs wrong, Y/N? did i do something?â it was like what you were saying was going in one ear and out the other, and you couldnât grasp what the boy wasnât picking up on
âmax, please.â you breathed out, hoping he would understand and leave you alone. but he just came closer, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards his chest.
the air in your lungs escaped. you couldnât breath and it was almost as if your skin was on fire. you tried to pull away but his grip was far too tight, fighting your attempt to get away from his touch. âcmon, Y/N letâs just go inside. work this out together.â he was dragging you now, attempting to get you to the precinct doors. but the fight you were putting up was straining any further moves he had planned.
feebly trying to push at his chest with your other hand, you felt tears sting your eyes, escaping and falling down your cheeks. âlet me go max, please.â you could feel your brain shutting down, the notion of max not listening to a single word you were saying finally setting in.
you could feel your resolve start to slip when suddenly, you heard a faint shout in the distance. a loud âhey!â was heard over your racing heart before max was spun around and knocked to the ground.
dean was holding max up by his collar, fist landing repeated blows on his face. you could see sam and a couple other officers run outside as dean held max up like a rag doll, the latter not even being able to land any punches with how tight dean was holding him.
âget your fucking hands off of her.â deanâs words came out gritted through his teeth, sharp like a knife piercing maxâs skin.
you didnât know what to do. dean was in such a frenzy that trying to pull him away would just be stupid, and you were honestly enjoying watching max get his ass beat.
âdean!â sam yelled, finally reaching his brother and trying to pull him off the struggling man. the older winchester just wouldnât budge, and it took sam and three other cops to fully detach him from maxâs limp body.
you watched as sam attempted to pull deanâs arms behind him, the latter fighting his brother with such intense fervour you truly thought he was going to break free and go for another couple of punches on maxâs face.
when sam was able to slightly calm dean down, the older winchester walked to max and got right in his face, staring at the other man with the deadliest look you have possibly ever seen from him. âif you even step one foot towards my girl, iâll fucking break your legs. got it?â all max could do was slightly nod, slipping in and out of consciousness
the other police officers had gone inside to get medical attention and had now come out to see if max had sustained any proper injuries from deanâs beating. before any of them could even utter a word, dean had walked over to you and gently grabbed your hand, following sam as the younger winchester high tailed it to the impala.
the car ride back to the motel was silent, filled with a tense atmosphere that had you picking at your nails. dean was gripping the steering wheel so tightly, the wounds on his bloodied knuckles were widening more greatly. sam was just staring ahead, not saying a word. if you knew the boy though, you knew that inside he was stewing with a multitude of emotions.
when the impala stopped in front of the motel, you got out and went directly to the room. you noticed sam stop dean, not letting him walk into the room yet. the look on his face was passive, and you knew that sam had an earful waiting for dean to hear. so you just closed the door, listening to sam scold dean through the window.
all you could do was sit on your bed and stare silently at the wall. this is exactly what you would do as a kid, sit in silence trying to calm yourself down. you didnât even hear the roar of the impala as sam drove off or dean come into the room. you only noticed when a soft, gentle hand was placed on your cheek, making you turn to look dean in the eyes.
âhey, baby, you okay?â all you could do was nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. dean just nodded, slightly brushing some hair out of your eyes as he smiled. âsam just went to grab some dinner. doesnât look like weâll be going back to the station tonight.â his sad attempt at a joke made you giggle slightly, warranting an even bigger smile on deans face.
âthere she is.â he guided your head so it laid on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug. the feeling of your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tightly had dean feeling calm, at ease after all that just happened.
what snapped you out of your comfort was the scene of deans knuckles; stained with blood and marred with cut skin and angry red wounds. you pulled back and studied his hand, allowing yourself to truly see what heâd done.
âoh dean,â you muttered. bringing his hand closer to your face to see how truly bad the cuts were. âwe need to clean this up.â
with a reassuring squeeze of your hand, dean got off the bed and stood in front of you. watching as your eyes worriedly followed his frame, waiting to see what he was going to do.
cupping your face once more, dean smiled as he spoke. âdonât worry your pretty little head, sunshine. iâll patch myself up. i will be right back.â with that he kissed your cheek and made his way to the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him as you moved to get into comfier clothes.
by the time dean was done, you were already in bed. half asleep as you were tired from how fast your brain was moving today. you listened as dean got out of his fbi suit, resorting to just sleeping in his boxers as he moved to get in bed next to you.
your body moved so you could put your head onto deanâs chest, finding comfort in how close the two of you were. his one hand moved to play with your hair as his other went to grab your own hand, bringing your knuckles up to his lips and lightly brushing them across your skin.
the last thing you remember before falling into a deep sleep was the feeling of deanâs hand in your hair and his soft voice soothing all your worries from earlier.
âiâll always be here for you, sweetheart.â
#supernatural#dean winchester#imagine#dean x reader#dean winchester imagine#dean winchester x reader#supernatural x reader
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don't date coworkers- s.r.
a/n: i literally wrote this very fast and also i hope you like it pls go easy on me!!! reader has a policy they don't date coworkers. spencer is so angsty abt that !! also sorry for dropping a new fic at 2am LOL wc: 1.7k
Sheâs really, really good at talking to people.Â
Itâs one of the many traits Spencer adores about her. She moves through crowds with ease, and she can charm her way into any piece of information from whatever city cop they need a favor from. She integrated into the team faster than anyone couldâve expected. This is a strength not all profilers have- they know what it takes to know what makes someone appealing, but rare is the ability to be as charismatic and charming as she is.Â
Sheâs good at talking to him.
Sheâs worked at the BAU for about a year now. 13 months, 7 days and 8 hours since she walked through the doors of the bullpen for the first time, beaming at him for the very first time. Give or take.Â
Spencer wouldn���t be surprised if everyone knew that he was in love with her. Heâs halfway certain she does, and is being too polite to mention it. Normally, Spencer is incredibly regimented about boundaries. While the BAU is his family, and thereâs no real way to deny that, he knows that heâs less than ideal to go out with. Heâs stocky and he never cuts his hair (even though she swears itâs cute longer) and heâs an awkward guy- gangly and tall and just ill-fitting to be part of the scenery of her life.Â
Itâs a Friday, and a rainy one at that. Itâs one of the blessed ones where they donât really have a case, just paperwork to catch up on, reports and her desk faces a window.Â
Normally, when Spencer gets his work done (a good four hours before everyone else on a paperwork-only day), heâd head out. Catch up on whatever Russian novel heâs been chipping away at- but sheâs here, and heâs made her favorite tea.Â
âI thought you could use a treat,â he says, walking over to her desk. She looks up at him, brushing overgrown bangs, âItâs not really a great one, but Iâll get you some scones on the way to mine, yeah?â
She looks up at him, dropping her pen and focusing entire energy on him. He feels a bit overwhelmed, like an ant under a magnifying glass.Â
âDid you know that I adore you, Spence?âÂ
He is very much not aware. No amount of her saying it will ever make him know. She takes a long sip from the mug. He knows how much honey she likes in it. He studies how she looks, eyes closed serenely, completely invested in what heâs given her.Â
âYouâll be taking her home, pretty boy?â Morgan snickers, in a not altogether unkind manner.Â
âFuck off,â she says kindly, not taking her eyes off of Spencer as she rebuffed Morganâs teasing.Â
âEasy, easy,â Morgan laughs, âIâll leave your boyfriend alone.â
If she has anything to say to that, it doesnât come out then.Â
Heâs still bright red, though. Morgan is amused, and Spencer knows that she really, truly adores Morgan. Spencer loves him too, but it would be nice if he laid off the jokes.Â
She doesnât date coworkers.Â
He knows this because of the first time theyâd met, when heâd been walking in carrying a croissant for Garcia and a coffee for JJ, and saw what can only be described as a truly ridiculously beautiful woman in the bullpen.Â
Sheâd been leaned back, smiling openly as Morgan tossed some random pick-up line towards her. He remembers it now like he can still hear it, her lilting lovely voice carrying just the right amount of warmth to make this not sting, or at least sting as little as possible.Â
âIâm sorry, Derek,â she had said, âI make it a point not to date coworkers.âÂ
Which of course is fine. She can date whoever she wants, and itâs a good policy to have personally. And Spencerâs never really be the kind of guy who excelled at getting dates. He knew from the first minute that he saw her that even if she didnât think that way⌠well, it wouldnât be him, who she picked.Â
Now, they are very close. So close that she drives him home from work every Friday. Which usually includes staying at his shitty apartment and watching VHS tapes of documentaries and Doctor Who.Â
He wants to kiss her every Friday. All, the time, really. Itâs kind of plaguing him. Clearly, she likes hanging out with him. Something about him is appealing. Itâs foolish to assume that itâs more than friends, especially for someone like him to be with someone like her.Â
She doesnât date coworkers.Â
âI made sure the film tonight has subtitles!â
âAre you saying film because this film is foreign, Spence?â
âI promise itâs worth it!â He says excitedly, âAnd theyâre really done well. You wonât have to have me whisper the translations to you in real time!â
âI didnât mind that,â She laughs then, a real laugh, âbut Iâm glad weâre getting to hang out tonight.â
Itâs funny- theyâve done this so, so many times, but he never stops being thrilled.Â
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Sometimes, when the summer air is forgiving enough, they walk home from the office. She takes the train in, and they walk back to his place. Tonight is one of these nights, and god- she looks lovely. Sheâs tied her blazer around her waist, and the sunset hits her face in that gorgeous baroque painting kind of way.Â
âYouâre very pretty,â he hears himself say before he can stop it. Heâs endlessly pleased when she preens at the praise.Â
âYouâre not so bad yourself, Doctor,â she says, shoving her hands into her pockets, a nervous gesture. He wants to hold those hand, intertwine her lovely delicate fingers with his bony wispy fingers.Â
âYouâre being nice to me,â he says, looking down at his shoes. Theyâre stupid. He should wear loafers, or some other shoe that doesnât make him like half-child half-geek.Â
âIâm being accurate, actually,â she says she bumps his shoulder.Â
Sheâd be a wonderful girlfriend. He lives in the world this can happen quite often, in his fantasy. She laughs at his jokes and tells him heâs kind, and good, and she means it. Heâs lucky to have this much of her- more than anyone else on the team! Spencer knows heâs her favorite. The way sheâs looking at him now, how she give-up her Fridays to spend with him, on his ratty couch, how she always listens. Whenever they're both on the jet and he falls asleep, he always wakes up with a blanket on him. She's so good at loving people.
Being her favorite on the team does not mean heâs in the running to be a boyfriend. But heâd fucking want to be. Heâd be a good boyfriend. Spencer, heâs gone so far for her. He fantasizes about getting her flowers that have symbolic meaning.
âAre you okay, boy-genius?â
âIâm better than okay. Do you want popcorn?â
She wants popcorn. He sets the movie up, and she gets comfortable on his couch, curling up with his purple felt blanket, and his mind betrays him with unhelpful images of what it might look like if she was his, if this is what he came home to.Â
Don't picture welcome home kisses, or movie nights or being wanted. Don't.
Itâs very, very hard to focus on the movie. Â
Sheâs touchy, with him. Heâs not sure if itâs because she could never see him as her boyfriend, but heâs grateful as she leans her head on his. She smells like peonies. When the credits roll, they stay like that for minute- her head on his shoulder and one of her legs thrown over his.Â
He wonders, not for the first time, if she feels the same way about him. If things were just..different, then theyâd be kissing under the haze of his TV right now, if heâd know what that chapstick she carries with her every day tastes like.Â
âDo you ever wonder what itâd be like if we met under different circumstances?â he says, once time passes and he speaks instead of thinking.
âHmm?â She hummed, relaxed eyes flitting their gaze over to him.
âLike, at a bar or something.â
âBut you hate bars.â
âThatâs why I said or something!â
Her lip juts out adorably, âBut then I wouldnât get to see you in your element.â
âYeah,â he sighs, resting his neck on the top of the cushion. The AC is a little too much in the room. He wonders if sheâs cold. âBut who knows. Maybe weâd date, or something.â
Itâs the dumbest thing heâs ever fucking said. Both because it was a dumb way to say it, but because it was an advance. He feels white hot shame lick at his spine when he looks at her, and hears her laugh.Â
âI donât think so, Spence.âÂ
âNo,â shitshitshit, âI didnât mean-â
âI mean, if you donât want to date me now, I donât think meeting at like, Whole Foods wouldâve been the difference maker.â
Itâs then he hears it- the piece he couldnât place in her voice, when she gets like this. Itâs being resigned.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âCâmon, Spence,â she says, another bitter chuckle coming through, âYou know how I feel. I havenât exactly beens subtle.â
âBut you donât date coworkers. You have a rule.â
She looks at him with no recognition of what heâs saying.Â
âNo, because you told Morgan that, itâs the first thing I ever heard you say.â
âYeah, but-â
âAnd yes, okay, youâve been my favorite person almost as long as Iâve known you and yes, I would fucking love for you to be my girlfriend, but that was your rule!â
âYou want me to be your girlfriend?â
âObviously!â
He doesnât get the chance to say anything else before, well- before sheâs kissing him. More aggressive than that, really. Crawled onto his lap, arms around his neck, and where she leads Spencer is all too happy to follow. His body is not great at moving on instinct, but his whole nervous system feels alive- the weight of her in his lap, the feel of her waist under his fingers, the way heâs allowed this. It feels like such a pleasure, hedonistic in a way heâs never, ever been allowed to experience.
âYou had a rule,â he says dumbly when she pulls away. His lips are wet. Heâd like to go back to kissing, thank you very much.Â
âYouâre the exception, to every rule, Spencer.â
When he kisses her again (which heâs allowed to do now, holy fuck) Spencer decides heâs going to spend the rest of all time earning that status.Â
#spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x fem!reader#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x reader
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Hey, I found a beanie boo that I liked the design of but I can't stand those giant uguu eyes. Do you think it would be possible to replace them with smaller safety eyes akin to the old beanie babies? If yes, do you have any advice?
I was gonna answer this in a normal way, but then I got curious about trying it for myself and thought I might as well demonstrate!
So, I went and picked up a guy from the supermarket. The selection there was pretty barren today but I found a decent test subject:
Eye replacement procedure below!
(First of all, to my friend who loves beanie boos, I am so sorry for this lmao)
So! First I opened up the closing seam on his back. However, I found an extra mesh barrier inside! Clearly this is to prevent bean escape since this is the most likely seam to accidentally pop open through play. This would be a bit annoying to work around so I just sewed it back up and went in the back of the head insteadâŚ
Opened and unstuffed the headâŚ
âŚAnd turning it inside out to get to the backs of the eyes. Whoa, these plastic washers are the biggest Iâve ever seen!! Cutting through them will take some work!
Please be very careful of your fingers cutting through these!! Be careful not to cut the fabric around the eye too, but mostly be careful of yourself!
Anyway grrrrrrr attack attack slice slice grrrr
Theyâre out! With a little glue I think the washers would be able to hold on perfectly well again. Iâll keep these eyes to reuse on something where theyâll be a bit more proportional!
The washers on these eyes are particularly cup shaped, fitting around the back of the eye and holding the fabric tightly against them. Now that the eyes are removed, this has left imprints on the fur!
Plenty of brushing and rumfling will help to fix the creased and flattened areas of fur, and wetting the fur or gently steaming over a hot cup of water should help too. It might take a little time!
(Also, I did make a little cut in the cheek while removing a washer, oops! No worries, that can be stitched up.)
Now we can try on a few new eye styles! Restuff the head for now so you can see how theyâll look.
I have a few sizes of solid black, from teeny dots to absolute tbh creatureâŚ
These blue eyes were a little scary⌠no thanks!
I even have some glittery ones like the original, but smaller! Pretty nice actually!
And even some googly eyes hehehe!
But my favourite eyes were some basic 9mm black ones! They are placed a little funny here, but the position will change a little bitâŚ
The holes left by the original eyes were very big, so a couple of stitches are needed on each one to tighten them up to fit the new eyes. I stitched the top outer corners, to move the holes down and inwards a bit. If you wanted, you could even sew them closed completely and make new eye holes elsewhere!
Unstuff again and pop those new eyes in!
Restuff! You might actually need to add a little extra stuffing, as the fabric not being so pulled around the eyes any more will mean it is a little âbaggierâ.
Then sew the head closed again and thatâs about it! The fur is still a little creased around mine, but Iâll keep working at it and it should become less visible.
To add a tiny bit more shape to the big round head, I also did a touch of threadsculpting. I ran a thread from the corner of each eye to below the chin and back, just pulling the eyes in a tad more. You might decide you donât need this!
And there we go! Hope youâll try it yourself!
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#omg how pretty-#but like. the#I CANT talk whatâs the word#when one shape in a picture is rly small & others are bigger#and you go like mmmmm. very nice#WHATS THE WORD#I DIDNT TAKE ART CLASSES IN SCHOOL I ONLY HAD MUSIC#is it the perspective?#fuck I need to text my friend now. sheâll know what it is @castelled-away I've been laughing at this for a minute (I don't know the word either keep me updated)
None of us can choose our destiny, Merlin â and none of us can escape it.
#but actually!!#thank you for pointing it out it was completely accidental#like i wanted an image of kilgharrah & merlin looking really small obviously#but excalibur looming in the foreground of the 2nd image is a nice contrast#its even on the opposite side of tiny merlin#nice symmetry i like it#if i say so myself#i didn't like. plan it.#i'm not that clever#I did want to pick an image that symbolised merlin and arthur's great destiny and it was surprisingly hard to think of one#because well. we never get to see any of camelot's golden age actually#and much of what merlin does is in the background. in secret.#but excalibur. it's a great symbol I thought#everyone knows exalibur. the stuff of legends. which is kind of the feel I was trying to evoke#and as someone pointed out -- YES the myth of the sword in the stone is not actually true in the show#but I think that's also the point?#like yes it's something merlin made up!#he's creating the legend. giving shape to the myth of arthur the great king.#and making arthur into the king that people will remember through the ages -- that's also his destiny. i think#and I am... heavily invested in the concept of merlin the kingmaker as I've mentioned before#in fact I initially wanted to pick an image of arthur pulling at the sword with merlin lurking in the background#bc I thought it was very symbolic. merlin acting in the shadows#arthur being the center of everyone's attention but merlin actually doing the work#powerful and unnoticed.#but the quote didn't fit in as well lol#also i think it's nice that they're standing together in this other pic#side by side#ready to tackle destiny together#or as someone else pointed out#âit looks like they're about to fight excaliburâ lol
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